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“Come in, and please don’t mind the mess,” Castorice whispered in greeting. In the glow of the late evening sunset, the dark void behind the purple-haired woman seemed quite ominous. When the omega took a step back from the doorway, her home was still shrouded in mystique.
Cipher could just barely make out the outline of a coat rack on the wall. There were a few garments on it, but Cipher’s hoodie and shorts meant she had nothing to add. “Wow, it’s like a cave in here!” The Dolosian crossed the threshold, head twisting in all angles as she looked around. The largest contributing factor to the darkness was the hallway lamp’s dormant state. An anticipatory shiver coursed through Cipher’s body, culminating in a crooked twitch of her tail and flick of her ears. It reminded her of when she was a teen again, dashing through the sewers beneath Okhema in search of a home.
As her eyes adjusted to the lack of light, a golden glint swiftly caught her attention. On the floor near the coat rack was an assortment of shoes. Among that assortment were Aglaea’s heeled sandals, the second pair from the end. Soon enough, a pair of golden boots arced through the air and clattered into a heap next to them, spilling out onto the main walkway. Castorice winced at the sound, stooping to rearrange the boots so they stood upright and setting them at the end of the line, no longer obstructing the path.
Castorice led the other omega through the dark, winding hallways of her home. In truth, it was just a short corridor and a singular left turn which Cipher knew the layout of by memory, but she wanted to set the atmosphere for the upcoming movie night. As they rounded the corner, a harsh, obnoxiously bright light assaulted her vision, all emanating from a single teleslate in Polyxia’s hands. It took a few rapid blinks for her sight to be restored, though spots lingered at the edges of her vision.
Cerydra stood over Polyxia’s shoulder, hand on her chin in contemplation as she watched the purple-haired woman scroll through a list of movies and shows. The flame on the Imperator’s crown was dim, flickering periodically as it cast a soft, teal blue glow in contrast to the harsh, gold-tinted glare of the device. Suddenly, Cerydra’s hand left her chin, snapping into a pointing gesture. “That one.”
“Boo!” Trianne jeered from further beyond the wall. “You always pick War Dromas. We want to watch something new!”
Cipher snickered as she and Princess Homebody finally made it to the twins’ spacious living room. There were three couches and a couple chairs set up to form a makeshift theater. Phainon and Mydeimos sat in chairs on opposite sides of the room, the former holding a bowl of popcorn. The couch on the near side of the room, next to Mydei, had one empty seat and one retired swordsmaster lounging across it. The couch in the middle was inoperable, serving as the back wall of a huge pillow fort. It also obscured her view of the far-side couch.
Despite the numerous couches and chairs, there remained clear, wide paths for Polyxia’s wheelchair to navigate to any place in the room. Not even the Tribiosi’s sprawling fort created that much of a hazard. Trianne poked her head out from a gap in the fort’s sheets as she protested.
“War Dromas is both a literary and theatrical classic. The choice merely reflects my acknowledgement of that fact,” Cerydra rebutted. She turned toward the pillow fort, exploiting what little height advantage she had to look down at Trianne, hands on her hips and chest puffed out. It was true. On the large projector screen, the film’s blurb opened with a statement about how the movie was Imperator-approved. Does it count when you’re the reason people consider it a classic?
“I—I would also like to watch something else, if that’s okay,” Hyacine meekly interjected. It wasn’t clear where her voice came from at first, but a series of doots from within the pillow fort allowed Cipher to make an educated guess. Sure enough, the doctor crawled out from between a pair of hanging blankets, Little Ica clutched tightly in her arms. “Little Ica doesn’t like seeing the dromas get hurt.” The pegasus’ doots grew louder and resentful at the misattributed blame.
Throwing fuel onto the embers, Cipher waltzed up behind Cerydra and tapped her on the shoulder with her tail. “And who said it was your turn to pick anyway?” The beta jerked at the contact, spinning around and stumbling a few paces back. Cerydra refused to tilt her head up, so she directed all her muttered curses at Cipher’s chest.
“Shouldn’t it be Professor Anaxa’s turn?” Phainon piped up around a mouthful of food.
“Dux Sagax is not here to exercise his right, is he? It’s only natural that whomever speaks up first gets to choose in his stead.” With Cerydra’s attention and ire deviated, Cipher skipped around the back of the couches, following the faint trail of silk in the air. Her nose led her to the far side of the room, where her beautiful, blonde girlfriend sat prim and proper on a couch cushion with a blanket over her lap.
The alpha looked ready to strut down a runway in her suit, or what remained of it anyway. When Cipher left the weave shop earlier in the afternoon, Aglaea wore a stone brown, two-piece ensemble with a vertical pinstripe pattern. Now, she’d ditched the blazer, leaving her in that plain white blouse with a deep v-neck that framed her golden tattoo. She presumably still wore the pencil skirt, unless Aglaea had traded it for something more casual, which was unlikely. Does Agy even have any sweatpants that weren’t originally mine?
Cipher flung herself over the back of the couch, aiming to land right next to Aglaea. She misjudged, soaring over the cushions entirely. She would have rolled right through the pillow fort, if not for the hands that shot out to snag the back of her hoodie and halt her forward momentum. “Cifera,” Aglaea chided in an exasperated tone. The blonde rolled her eyes as Cipher scrabbled onto the couch and cooly shuffled into a sitting position.
Said sitting position was another way of saying that she sat on Aglaea’s lap. Cipher wormed her feet under the blanket, a task made infinitely easier once the alpha lifted it for her. The omega’s bare legs intertwined with another pair of bare legs, confirming her suspicion that Aglaea rushed over after working overtime at the shop. Cipher leaned back, letting her head fall into the crevice between her girlfriend’s neck and shoulder. Her fluffy ears brushed against smooth, still unmarked scent glands that instinctively release a small puff of pheromones upon being touched.
As Cerydra’s, Trianne’s, and surprisingly Phainon’s voices grew louder as their movie-picking argument escalated, Aglaea remained silent. Cipher twisted around until she straddled the blonde’s lap, hands on the alpha’s waist. “You’re not gonna step in and take charge?” She flicked an ear toward the bickering a trio, poor Hyacine nearby growing increasingly distressed. “They’d all listen to you, you know?”
“Perhaps,” Aglaea nodded, “but perhaps I prefer the weight of my partner on my lap over the weight of responsibility.” It was only then that the blonde reciprocated Cipher’s physical affections, her arms coming to loop around the omega’s waist and tug her close. Aglaea pressed her nose into the crook of Cipher’s neck, inhaling deeply before reluctantly pulling away.
The couple remained like that, holding onto each other’s waists and getting lost in each other’s eyes. The din of the outside world slowed and muted, giving way to the light thundering in Cipher’s chest. Aglaea’s yellow-green irises were impossibly soft, impossibly affectionate as unspoken yearning and relief flowed between the women. At most, it had been one hour and two quints since they last saw one another. But as their days in the Eternal Page stretched on, the more unacceptable that lapse was starting to feel. Every day, I regret more and more turning down Agy’s offer to live together again.
“Hey, lovebirds! You’re going to miss the movie!” Trianne’s whisper-shout shocked the women out of their lovestruck stupor. Cipher whirled around, tail whacking Aglaea in the face. At some point, the others managed to settle on a movie, and the projector now displayed a panned-out view of an outdoor market. The Deliverer Boy was no longer seated in the nearby chair, replaced by the purple-haired twins. With her keen ears, Cipher identified quiet crunching noises from within the pillow fort.
That pillow fort was both a blessing and a curse. It was a curse in the sense that the thing was so large it managed to block part of the projector screen. Had Castorice set up a normal TV, or even a large TV, Cipher doubted she and Aglaea would be able to see much of anything. On the other hand, the fort plus the overall darkness of the room meant no one was all that visible to the anyone else as well, unless sitting right next to each other. That extra privacy was an unexpected blessing, one she hadn’t originally planned to exploit.
For the opening scenes of the film, Cipher half-sat on Aglaea’s lap and half-curled into her side. She tucked her head under the alpha’s chin as they watched, feeling every time her girlfriend reacted to something on screen. The movie was a romantic comedy about a country boy falling in love with a city girl. Or, those were the vibes all the bright colors and pop music gave off. It was probably Phainon’s pick. Though if it turned out to be a horror film in disguise, then it was most likely Polyxia’s doing.
Either way, Aglaea seemed to enjoy what she was watching, if her frequent chuckles and the way she would sigh contentedly against Cipher’s back was any indication. If anything exciting happened, the blonde would squeeze her arms, crushing the younger woman in a one-sided hug. I’m glad at least one of us is having fun. It’s not like Cipher hated the movie. Truthfully, she was barely paying attention. It would just be a little more comfortable if her seat wasn’t so weak to the slightest bit of humor.
After one chuckle too many, the omega wriggled in place until Aglaea let go. “Is everything alright, Cifera?” the blonde murmured distractedly.
“Mm-hmm.” Cipher continued to squirm, searching for a new spot where she could rest without fear of being squeezed to death if anything particularly funny or scary played on screen. She’d mostly sat on Aglaea’s thighs up to that point, near her knees. That probably contributed to the squeezing, since being that far out meant Aglaea’s arms had less slack. Sitting closer would hopefully give the blonde more arm-length to spare, so to speak, and it wouldn’t feel so restrictive when her hug tightened.
Cipher shuffled back until her hip abutted directly against Aglaea’s stomach, and only then could the Dolosian relax. She slumped against the alpha’s frame, body still angled toward the screen. Aglaea’s breath hitched slightly, near imperceptible, when Cipher settled in with a final scooch. The sound passed before anyone could acknowledge it.
As the movie progressed, the more apparent it became that this was Phainon’s selection after all. The plot was dreadfully predictable and the characters’ lines as cheesy as some people insisted the moon to be. The worst part was that the movie wasn’t even in the “so bad, it’s good” category; it was just bland and boring. And a bored Cipher is an active Cipher, never one to just sit still when she could be doing something else.
It started innocently enough. To keep herself entertained, Cipher shifted and adjusted her position in small ways. One moment, she’d huddle low enough that the fort blocked nearly the entire screen. The next, she’d crane her head until she could see the tip of Cerydra’s crown across the room. Maybe she’d lean as far as she could and whisper to Castorice to pass the popcorn bowl. Cipher didn’t set out with any grand or ulterior motives, honest to titans.
But it was impossible to miss the pink hue that dusted Aglaea’s cheeks the longer Cipher’s shifting continued. Nor did it escape the omega’s notice how her seat slowly grew a bit bumpy, with a stiff lump that wasn’t there before. Is that. . .?
Trying not to be too obvious, Cipher shuffled back again. Where she expected to meet the soft, malleable surface of Aglaea’s inner thigh, her butt bumped against a firm, cylindrical object. The omega brought her tail down to sweep against the leg. The discreet stroke confirmed her suspicions, as the blonde’s leg wasn’t anywhere near that firm except at that one lump.
For her part, Aglaea did an amazing job ignoring her erection. If she had anyone else as her partner, the alpha could’ve and likely would’ve continued to act like nothing was up. She might’ve blushed as red as a tomato for the remainder of the film, but it’d ultimately be forgotten come morning or written off as a humorous-in-hindsight anecdote. No one would have to know but the alpha herself.
But Aglaea’s partner was Cipher, and Cipher was a menace who happened to be very bored. How far can I go before Agy stops me or says something? New goal in mind, the omega’s renewed squirming was far more intentional and provocative. She took every available opportunity to slide against Aglaea’s boner, jolting exaggeratedly at even the most minute excuse of a shocking scene as she could. By now, even the blanket had slid off the couch, discarding one of the few barriers of public decency remaining.
Her assault was relentless, and, in short order, a pair of hands clamped down on Cipher’s hips to keep her in place. That iron grip trapped her right at the apex of Aglaea’s lap, the younger woman’s supple thighs filling in the empty space between the blonde’s legs. Against her dick? How interesting! She made as if to free herself one more time, just for good measure.
“Cifera!” Aglaea’s voice came out in a savory mix between a whisper, a hiss, and a moan. The blonde took slow, measured breaths, primarily through her nose. But their haggardness made it obvious how affected she was. As if I needed anymore proof. Aglaea bowed low, forehead resting against Cipher’s shoulder blade. Her leg, the one where her bulge was, trembled of its own volition, inadvertently bouncing the omega against her length.
“Shh,” Cipher pressed her left index finger against Aglaea’s lips. “You don’t want them to find out, do you?” She pointed her tail toward Castorice and Polyxia who both remained blissfully unaware of the salacious activities taking place just an arm’s length or two away. Aglaea turned her head in the same direction, leg freezing as the fact of their potential audience dawned on her. Yet through the blonde’s pencil skirt, Cipher felt her girlfriend throb, the pulsation equally electrifying on the omega’s end.
“Don’t you dare!” Aglaea’s warning was more hiss than moan this time, and her manicured nails dug into Cipher’s hips. Her scent flared in indignation, prompting Castorice to glance over.
Princess Homebody’s nose twitched as she frowned, silent concern marring her expression. Taking pity on her girlfriend, Cipher waved the other omega off with a reassuring grin and a shooing hand gesture. That didn’t do much to assuage Castorice’s suspicion that something was up, but it was enough to deter any deeper investigation.
“Ugh. Please just sit still and stop shifting. At least until the movie’s over.” The alpha’s whine was soft and pleading, teetering on the edge of sounding desperate. Knowing that a few quints of squirming was enough to make Aglaea this sensitive was a wicked power trip, the kind that made Cipher glad she remembered few Recurrences when she’d wound up leading Amphoreus. She wasn’t really sure how the planet managed to survive those timelines long enough to reset the cycle again. But if she’d had anything or anyone quite as tempting as Aglaea in those lifetimes, then she must’ve had restraint in equal measure.
“Since you asked nicely,” Cipher hummed, patting Aglaea on the head to lower the blonde’s defenses. Her girlfriend was content with that response, sighing in relief as she turned her focus back toward the screen. Her pressing need still lay stiffly under her skirt, but it was a decidedly lower priority. The omega similarly turned her head toward the wall, but her attention remained elsewhere.
As promised, Cipher kept her butt right where it was, trapping Aglaea’s boner against the blonde’s thigh. But I never said anything about my hands. She waited a few moments, just long enough to lull the alpha into a false sense of security. Then Cipher reached between her legs, finding the bulge beneath the fabric and giving it a rough squeeze.
Aglaea leapt to her feet, wheezing so hard that it sounded like she was dying, whether of bliss or something else. The strangled cry was loud enough to rouse everyone’s attention, the actors freezing mid-sentence as someone paused the screen. Cipher’s feline instincts kept her from hitting the floor, though she did accidentally step on her tail. Yeowch! Though, it wasn’t all bad. As she crouched to rub the pain away, the angle was low enough for her to glance upside Aglaea’s skirt. Same white underwear as always. And—oh! Is it just me, or is she bigger than usual? She could even spot the flush, pinkish head peeking past the cotton.
“Lady Aglaea!” Castorice was the first uninvolved person to react, jolting from her chair with her head whipping back and forth as she looked for anything she could do to help. Phainon and Hyacine tumbled out of the pillow fort at the same time, while Trianne burst up from the top. Even the trio on the other side of the room stood to get a better look at the cause of all the fuss.
Standing at the center of the commotion was the woman in question. Initially, Aglaea had one hand on her stomach and the other curled into a fist as she coughed into it. That meant there was nothing to shield her lower half—her clearly tented skirt—except for the natural protection of the dark. As she became cognizant of all the eyes on her, Aglaea rushed to sit back down and cover herself, so red that she could’ve been steaming.
Only then did Cipher begin to feel remorse. She’d meant to mess around with Aglaea, sure, but she was still aware of the alpha’s clear desire for privacy. Being the center of attention with such an obvious boner would be humiliating even for a troublemaker like herself. The Dolosian rose to her feet, not expecting it when a hand suddenly grabbed her arm and yanked her to the side. She stumbled, collapsing onto the couch and right into Aglaea’s lap with all her weight. Cipher was primarily on the blonde’s right leg at first, but another tug subtly dragged her to blanket the left leg as well.
The reason for Aglaea’s hasty attack became obvious once Cipher realized just how close Castorice was. The purple-haired woman now hovered above the couple, blocking out all the light as her eyes scanned for any sign of a disturbance. If not for Cipher’s upper body haphazardly sprawled across Aglaea’s lap, Castorice would have noticed the prominent outline of the alpha’s hardness. Then they’d have an easily solved mystery and two flustered messes from being caught.
“I’m quite alright, Cas,” Aglaea reassured, flashing her best smile. Only Cipher noticed the way the alpha’s molars ground together, and the slight sheen of sweat as the blonde willed Castorice to believe her. “A piece of popcorn went down wrong, that’s all.” Of course, that excuse meant Hyacine squeezed in next to Castorice and insisted on looking down Aglaea’s throat to be sure. It was getting very crowded at this couch, and Cipher couldn’t have climbed off her girlfriend’s lap even if she wanted to. So this is my punishment, huh? Being squished between Agy and Hyacine’s boobs? Wait—maybe that’s not so bad. . .
By the time everyone settled in again, Cipher was no longer permitted to sit on Aglaea’s lap, a depressing reality accentuated by how the blonde crossed one leg over the other and kept her hands folded neatly over her still-present bulge. Genuinely sorry, Cipher nuzzled against the alpha’s cheek and delivered a quick peck to the corner of her mouth.
Aglaea remained stoic, eyes directed exclusively toward the screen even as Cipher’s ears tickled under her nose. The omega was on a mission to keep going until she won her girlfriend back over, whatever it took. Aglaea finally drew the line when a sloppy, wet smack landed on her eye, not fast enough to close her lids.
They split instantly, Aglaea raising a hand to rub her face while Cipher stuck her tongue out and tried to forget the smooth, slimy texture of eyeball. With how they reacted, Cipher was honestly surprised they didn’t cause yet another commotion. “If you were trying to earn my forgiveness, that was the least persuasive thing you could’ve done,” Aglaea whispered her complaints.
“That was an honest mistake!” Cipher whispered back, finally deciding to just lick Aglaea’s scent gland and overwrite the feeling of eyeball instead. Once again, the blonde instinctively released a small plume of pheromones. This time, the tang of arousal was strong enough to detect, though only by someone intimately familiar with the blonde’s everyday scent. Cipher traced a nail over the gland, conveying a silent question with her touch.
Aglaea gulped before uncrossing her legs and moving her free hand to the armrest. “Just. . .don’t make it so obvious this time.” As she said that, the alpha spread her legs pushed her pelvis up, giving Cipher her first clear and unobstructed access of the night. Oh. She really wants to get off, huh? Well, who was she to deny her girlfriend release when she was the reason Aglaea was so needy in the first place? The omega cast a furtive glance at the twins, confirming they were still engrossed with the film.
Smirking, Cipher trailed her right hand from Aglaea’s neck down to her crotch. Her movements were slow, toying with the older woman using risqué brushes over her nipples and belly button. New mission: make Agy cum without anyone noticing. Should be fairly easy. Not only was the alpha not that vocal without a push, she was also still a bit of a quick shot whenever Cipher was involved. Though, she was certain the blonde would build up her endurance the more sex became a regular fixture in their routines.
When she finally reached Aglaea’s skirt, Cipher pressed her palm flat against the base of bulge that stretched along the blonde’s inner left thigh. She slowly dragged her palm up to the tip, relishing the way the older woman’s breaths shook. As she dragged her hand back down, she applied more pressure, eliciting another quiet groan. Aglaea gave a light thrust, humping the palm as much as their positions would allow.
Cipher glanced back at the movie, the two protagonists screaming at each other in the rain. That looks like the climax. Better hurry up if I want to see another one. Opting to skip right to the good stuff, Cipher slipped her hand under the skirt, firmly gripping Aglaea’s heated length. Only the thin layer of the alpha’s undergarments stood in the way of skin-to-skin contact, but it was more than enough to satiate her.
Aglaea stifled a deep groan as Cipher’s hand enveloped her length, the feverish cock twitching as the younger woman stroked up and down. It felt a little like trying to catch a snake with how it writhed and refused to stay still, except the odds were stacked in this hunter’s favor. Cipher leaned into Aglaea, resting her chin on the blonde’s soft breasts. She closed her eyes, letting the rest of her senses clue her in on how close the alpha was to release.
Her ears were the least helpful, the alpha’s hammering heart and low moans sending delightful shivers down Cipher’s spine. But they were too consistent, maintaining their frequency and volume no matter how long the omega rubbed her off. Her nose was somewhat more reliable, detecting the changes in Aglaea’s hormonal and pheromonal balance. The tangier the silken scent, the closer the orgasm. She was also on the lookout for the alpha drawing her scent in, a precursor to the inevitable expulsion of pheromones that accompanied her descent into ecstasy.
The most obvious sign of Aglaea’s orgasm, to Cipher at least, was the alpha’s body. She had a tendency to suck in her stomach and tighten whatever grip she had on the omega. Aglaea’s cock would then stop twitching and go impossibly stiff before flexing once and spilling the blonde’s cum, either all over a hand or deep inside Cipher’s walls. Only then would the alpha’s quiet moans crescendo into something guttural and unrestrained.
Cipher continued to tease Aglaea through her underpants, pinching the tip and making sure to drag her nails along the extra-sensitive underside of the head. The younger woman was tempted to shove her free hand down her own shorts and aim for a simultaneous climax, but she scrapped that idea as she felt Aglaea’s entire body go rigid. Cipher massaged her cock through its release, squeezing and wrangling the alpha’s member as it thrashed against her palm.
Aglaea shoved her face into Cipher’s hair, stifling her loudest moan by pressing her lips against the omega’s skull. When that proved inadequate, moan threatening to overpower the movie’s soundtrack, the blonde bit Cipher’s ear to stuff her mouth. For the meager price of a painful ear, Cipher was rewarded with the orchestra of Aglaea’s arousal resonating through her skull and down to her pelvis, where the omega’s free hand toyed with the waistband of her underwear.
The omega sniffed, growing drunk on her partner’s arousal and greedily taking in as much of it as she could. It was all the convincing she needed to take the plunge, three fingers diving into her pussy. She was nearly delirious, tongue swiping across the air for every morsel of tangy alpha pheromones she could find as she rode her hand. It didn’t even cross Cipher’s mind that, if she could taste the fruits of her labor, then Aglaea’s musk was likely pungent enough for the other alphas and omegas in the room to smell as well.
At least Aglaea seemed to still have some wits about her, as she gently freed herself from Cipher’s iron grip. Staggering to her feet, the blonde didn’t bother to come up with an excuse as she left to find the nearest restroom. She stumbled off in a hurry, careful to cover her legs with her hands as if anyone could tell she was hard in the dark. Cipher whined as her delectable dessert drifted away, but the loss did return some sanity and self-awareness.
Cipher could tell that Castorice noticed the alpha leave. The purple-haired omega’s eyes briefly darted toward Aglaea, tracking her retreating figure. The poor woman’s cheeks were flushed, even though she ardently refused to turn her head toward the hallway. Still an omega, the Aidonian was naturally receptive to the odor of an unmated alpha’s lust pheromones. Pheromones which presently clouded the air, making it impossible to breathe without smelling them. The scent of antilla flowers began to bloom, just a little but more than Cipher could tolerate.
When the two omegas made eye contact, the Dolosian couldn’t hold back a possessive hiss. She bared her fangs and pumped out a wave of her own scent, sending an unmistakable warning. Back off, Princess Homebody! Agy is mine! Castorice’s blush deepened, and she hastily looked back at the movie with a terrified squeak. Damnit. Stupid hormones. Well, so much for nobody noticing.
Since Castorice clearly knew what happened, Cipher wrenched her hand out of her underwear and stood, careful not to touch anything. Mumbling something about checking on Aglaea in case anyone cared, she darted off in the direction her girlfriend disappeared. While she didn’t find the blonde, per se, she did find a door in the hallway that had light shining along the bottom gap. The younger woman walked right up and announced her arrival. “Agy, open up. It’s me!”
Click
Cipher opened the door just a crack, enough for her to slip in and lock the door again with her tail. It smelled like an omega’s paradise, the thick and heavy alpha musk clinging to every surface. Aglaea leaned against the sink with a handful of toilet paper, pencil skirt pooled on the floor around her ankles. Her entire face and chest were aflame, the rouge reaching to the tips of her ears. The omega licked her lips, humming in approval as she took in her girlfriend’d debauched condition. Moments removed from release, Aglaea’s bulge wasn’t as prominent now that her length was softening. But the large wet patch and stretch marks in the fabric left little to the imagination.
“I don’t know why I keep letting you get away with this,” Aglaea lamented halfheartedly, pinching the waistband of her underpants away from her body. She cringed as she peered inside, letting the waistband come back to her with a snap. “It always ends in a sticky mess and ruined undergarments.” The alpha turned to face Cipher, face torn between disapproval and indignance. “And it was in front of our friends this time!” She gestured wildly at the door. Oh, seamstress, you don’t even know the half of it.
Something about that accusation didn’t sit right with the younger woman. It was too self-righteous. Too much deflection. “Hey! Don’t act like you didn’t beg me to keep going!” Cipher stepped into Aglaea’s personal space, jabbing the blonde in the valley between her breasts. At the same time, she reached for her girlfriend’s hands and swiped some of the toilet paper.
“I’m well aware that my weakness toward you is part of the problem,” Aglaea huffed, lacking any real excuse. She hooked her thumbs into her waistband, this time rolling the garment down to her knees. Turned inside out, Cipher could see and smell the milky white fluid that painted the fabric. She also spotted the glistening spot on Aglaea’s left thigh and the strand of cum that bridged the gap between the blonde’s cockhead and underpants. If Cipher’s underwear hadn’t been damp before, they certainly were now.
Already, Aglaea began to wipe down her underpants, gathering up the remains of her release and severing the strand. “Here, let me help. Y’know, since it’s my fault anyway.” Cipher bent down, and Aglaea let her. The alpha stretched the fabric even further, clearly under the illusion that by ‘help’ Cipher meant ‘with your underwear’ and ‘using the toilet paper.’
It came as quite the shock to Aglaea when Cipher gingerly pinched the alpha’s softening cock. She held it away from the blonde’s legs as she licked a long stripe across her girlfriend’s thigh, deeply inhaling from near the source of the musk. Then, before Aglaea could react, Cipher enveloped the cockhead and sucked the last remnants of cum from the tip. As if to reward her efforts, the shaft shot out one final, fresh rope of semen. The tangy, slightly salty fluid slid down the omega’s throat, eliciting a numb, tingling sensation as the pheromones worked their magic.
Cipher pulled away with a pop and lightly tapped her girlfriend’s ass. Only then did she finally use the stolen toilet paper in a manner resembling what Aglaea intended. The blonde’s incredulous chuckle echoed in the small restroom. “I hope you don’t expect me to kiss you now that you’ve done that.” She playfully pushed Cipher’s face away with a scandalized expression, though her touch lingered. She held the younger woman’s cheek in her palm, thumb brushing tenderly across the omega’s lips.
“That’s too bad. You can’t leave without paying the girlfriend tax, so I guess we’ll both be stuck here a while.” Cipher surged back to her full height, snaring Aglaea into a hug. She spun the older woman around, then walked her back in a random direction until they bumped into a wall. The Dolosian’s tail swished contentedly as they snuggled, enjoying their last moment of peace before they had to go out and face the not as pleasant consequences of their actions.
Right on cue, Cipher’s teleslate buzzed in her hoodie’s pocket. It was a message from Polyxia, in a newly created group chat with just her, Cipher, and Aglaea.
‘Sis is too nice to say this, but you’ve been banned from sitting next to each other at movie night. Hope the sex was good! : )’
We owe Castorice a huge apology. Or I guess mostly I do, but. . . Apologies could come later. For now, she had some unfinished business that she was determined to make Aglaea’s problem. Still pressing the alpha against the wall, Cipher freed herself from her shorts and underwear. Her intent became obvious the moment she straddled one of her girlfriend’s thighs, stamping Goldweaver’s leg with her wetness.
ii
“Ca—can you use something smaller?” Aglaea shifted uneasily on the bed, clenching as Cifera climbed onto the mattress.
When the younger woman had proposed this idea weeks ago, it’d taken Aglaea a long time to sort through her feelings. She remembered that moment as clearly as if it happened yesterday. “Have you ever heard of ‘pegging’? Maybe it’ll help you be rougher if you get a taste of it yourself,” Cifera had proposed. “Who knows, you might even discover a new kink!” Despite the teasing tone, her eyes were serious, giving the suggestion an impossibly heavy aura of gravitas.
On the one hand, Aglaea had never been on the receiving end of penetration before, and she really only had one hole suitable for that purpose. And even if anal play could be as arousing and rewarding as Cifera made it sound, the blonde knew it was something she’d have to work her way up toward. There was also the matter of her pride and ego as an alpha. As much as she liked to think of herself as one of the caring and considerate ones, she couldn’t rule out the possibility that she’d cling onto her pre-conceived role. Some alphas recounted how they instinctively attacked their sex partner before they could enter, while others shared horror stories of their shattered self-esteem once the high wore off. If they weren’t careful, either of those could be Aglaea by the end of the session.
On the other hand, the idea of letting loose all the reigns and submitting to the mercy of her partner was. . .tantalizing, to say the least. Even putting aside the prospect of learning how to better please Cifera, she wouldn’t come away empty-handed. It would be a remnant of a bygone era that was slowly returning to her, harkening back to a time before she became Aglaea the Goldweaver, a child of Mnestia. A time when she was just Aglaea the human. To be vulnerable and loved despite my vulnerabilities, wouldn’t that be nice?
What really tipped the scales was the absolute trust Aglaea had in Cifera. She trusted that Cifera had her best interests at heart. She trusted that Cifera was attuned to her every emotion, and that she would stop the moment it became too much for the blonde. She trusted that Cifera would provide all the aftercare she needed, in whatever form she needed it. And she trusted that Cifera would continue to love and support her wholeheartedly even if the alpha decided not to let the younger woman peg her at all. So, whatever her worries, Aglaea was willing to at least give the experience a try.
She had underestimated the amount of prep work it would take to get herself ready, but the wait and rising anticipation gave the butterfly nymphs copious time to settle in her stomach. Aglaea followed Cifera’s recommendations and began with small adjustments first. Lingering in the bath and massaging the ring of her anus was a gentle introduction, fingers probing to desensitize the area to touch.
The next step was insertion, one digit at a time. It was easiest to start with a single nail and slowly escalate, though Aglaea admittedly hadn’t gone deeper than her knuckles. Nor had she inserted more than two fingers at once. The foreign sensation was simultaneously electrifying and terrifying, the warring sensations not wholly incompatible. The dissonance was even more jarring when she finally started working with the smallest toy in their collection, a surface-level breach. Aglaea had yet to cum this way, but anal play with a partner was surely a step above anal play via masturbation. Inhaling the aphrodisiac sweetness of Cifera’s pheromones would go a long way in enhancing her excitement.
And now she was spread out across the bed in her and Cifera’s apartment, two quints removed from a bath and staring down the omega’s chosen strap-on. It was an unnatural, pearly white for a phallus, and she could almost mistake it for ivory if she hadn’t felt its rubbery texture while rummaging through the storage chest before. It wasn’t terribly complex or detailed, lacking both a ballsack and a knot. Clearly intended for milder users. But the sheer size was enough indication that, despite the simplicity, this toy wasn’t for beginners. Not even close. Does she really expect me to take all of that tonight?
Cifera’s confident grin faltered, eyes darting between the strap and Aglaea’s exposed anus. Briefly, her gaze flickered north to where the alpha’s flaccid cock lay. The blonde twitched under her partner’s attentive watch, her length contemplating whether to come out of hiding. “Oh, yeah, that’s fair,” Cifera acquiesced. She hopped off the bed, tail brushing indulgently along Aglaea’s calf as she went back to the wall. She rummaged through her wooden chest, a trove of sex toys curated from all corners of Amphoreus.
While Cifera picked a new strap, Aglaea reached down to stroke her penis, feeling the blood slowly trickle through her veins as she played with it. The appendage took an unusually long time to awaken, but she chalked that up to her nerves. From the forums she’d discreetly browsed, all the advice indicated it’d be easier for her to relax and take if she was aroused. She hoped they were right.
She was at about half-mast when Cifera bounded over, hiding one hand behind her back. Thankfully, she wore a smaller toy this time. It was maybe half the size of and not nearly as thick as the white strap, this one a pretty sapphire blue. The omega’s eyes glinted with amusement as she watched Aglaea masturbate, crawling forward to hover over her. “I see someone’s done her research, but. . .” Cifera caught Aglaea’s hand in her own, smoothly prying it away from the blonde’s body. “You’re not allowed to touch.”
It was then that Cifera revealed what she was hiding: a long strip of red fabric. It was long enough to stretch the length of the bed, and more than enough to bind Aglaea’s hands. She could even tie up the alpha’s feet even she really wanted to. As the omega pulled Aglaea’s body up and positioned her hands behind her back, the blonde put up no resistance. She did, however, shoot the younger woman a skeptical look. “Is this supposed to help me relax?”
“Nope! It’s to remind you who’s in control tonight. So no touching without my permission. Okay, seamstress?” Cifera purred directly in Aglaea’s ear, breath tickling the lobe. The omega was kneeling now, one knee between the alpha’s legs and pressing against her balls for leverage. After the younger woman pulled back, Aglaea experimentally tugged her wrists apart. They hardly budged. The restraint was just loose enough not to chafe, but it would certainly do its job of leaving the blonde at the sole mercy of her partner for relief.
“Is it really control if you have to bind—mmmph!”
Tails, as it turned out, were excellent appendages with many uses. They were great for extra balance, for wrapping around objects, and for stuffing into your partner’s mouth to shut her up during foreplay. Aglaea spat out the furry limb, coughing to expel the hairs that’d come loose in the process.
Cifera didn’t seem to mind the spit that coated the tip of her tail, merely flicking it a few times to send the saliva flying. “Don’t make me gag you.” Aglaea grunted in acquiescence, laying back down. Cifera would definitely follow through on that threat. I bet she’s already selected a gag to use. On any other night, the blonde might have indulged her partner, but there were already going to be so many things out of her control this time. She didn’t want to set herself up for failure and ruin Cifera’s fun.
Aglaea felt more exposed than ever, but it wasn’t as bad as she’d feared. All things considered, Cifera had been exceedingly kind and accommodating so far, considering what the alpha was willing to let her get away with. The nymphs in her stomach flitted about with renewed intensity, sending tingling shockwaves throughout her body as she pondered how things would progress from here. The vibrations concentrated heavily on her cock, which continued to harden even without physical touch.
Cifera set a bottle of lubricant on the nightstand. “The safeword is ‘Irontomb.’”
That was certainly not Aglaea’s first choice for a safe word, but maybe that made it one of the best safe words. I can’t fathom the kind of person who would intentionally invoke that monster’s name while making love. A shiver ran down her spine as she recalled Irontomb’s ginormous, segmented body. For a brief moment, the outline of a humanoid robot flashed in her mind, but she immediately dispelled the image with a shake of her head. It was really a mood killer. Best to turn my attention toward other, more beautiful things.
She peered up, waiting for Cifera to make the first move. But the omega sat on her haunches, straddling Aglaea’s thighs while doing nothing. It wasn’t ‘nothing’ in the sense of foreplay to intentionally withhold contact and torturously delay gratification. It was more of a helpless, what do I even do? kind of nothing. Cifera’s ears twitched as her eyes darted aimlessly between different places along Aglaea’s body. Her hand started to move toward the blonde’s thigh before abruptly stopping. Then they angled upward, as if to grab her breasts, but never reached their destination.
The alpha’s length lifted from the crevice between her hip and thigh, calling for the omega’s attention. Cifera spared the appendage a glance, but remained paralyzed by indecision. Gravity and disappointment sent the cock crashing back down, where it leaked a spot of precum in protest. On reflex, Aglaea reached down to wipe up the drip, only for the reminder that her hands were tied to smack her in the face.
“Cifera,” she whined, thrusting her hips up to encourage a response. Is this part of the plan to exert control, pretending not to know what to do? Does she find that arousing? Is deceit part of the roughness? Or was all that talk about showing me how she likes it merely a bravado? It was difficult to tell, and either option seemed equally likely.
When Aglaea’s tip smeared wetly against Cifera’s leg, the younger woman jolted back to life. “Sorry, sorry. Just give me a moment, okay?” The omega rose to her knees and placed her hands on the alpha’s thighs, spreading her further apart. “It’s not like I’ve ever done this before, either,” Cifera shyly admitted, face hot as she shook her head to clear it. “If you keep being impatient, this’ll only drag on longer,” she tacked on, trying to re-establish the mood.
Spurred into action, Cifera finally began to pull the reigns. Her lips latched onto Aglaea’s neck, sucking a bruising hickey on the very edge of a scent gland. Sharp canines pricked skin, snagging on pores but never piercing all the way through. It was just enough of a tease for the alpha to buck her hips once more. Cifera’s hands slid from the alpha’s thighs down to her hips, nails scraping a phantom sensation the entire way. “Stop moving, or you won’t cum at all tonight.” The omega’s pitch deepened with the threat, a gravelly growl resonating against her partner’s skin.
Aglaea groaned, hips now trapped against the mattress as Cifera continued to do everything but touch her aching erection. They’d only just begun and it was already torturously maddening. The younger woman shuffled up to capture the blonde’s lips and silence her. Aglaea didn’t even wait for a probing tongue before she opened her mouth, granting her partner access as a matter of course. Their teeth audibly clicked together as Cifera dove in, warm tongue exploring every nook and cranny.
Cifera rocked her own hips forward, causing the strap-on to skim the underside of Aglaea’s sensitive cock. The dry, rubbery texture was such a far cry from slender hands and moist, fleshy walls that it almost knocked the alpha out of the moment entirely. It was alien. It would take time to get used to. But Cifera continued on as if nothing was out of the ordinary, quickly reasserting herself at the forefront of the blonde’s mind.
The omega was quick to adapt, snaking a hand to the phalluses and joining them together. Fingers wrapped around two shafts, she set a blistering pace for her jerks. Aglaea’s toes curled as she was finally touched properly, and she moaned into their kiss as her cock frotted against the dildo. Because of the increased circumference, it felt like Cifera was gripping much tighter than usual. The additional pressure was enough keep the blonde throbbing and pulsing, the extra object restricting her in a way that was surprisingly engorging. And once she got used to the texture of the strap, the grind set off just the right neuroelectrical signals for her brain to decide it was time to orgasm. Already?
Her precum was more than enough lubricant to turn the frottage into a slippery mess, cock sliding against dildo with all the ease of a seal swimming through the ocean. A heavy feeling settled in Aglaea’s gut, and she braced herself as her balls built up a pool of semen to expel. But just before she could grind herself over the edge, Cifera let go and pulled the strap-on away. It was so frustratingly easy for the omega to do, having no neurological connection to the toy. She didn’t know what sensations she was missing out on. She wouldn’t have to share in Aglaea’s agony.
The alpha’s cock danced in the air, searching for a partner to complete the final step, but it found neither finger nor phallus. Rather than finish the dance solo, Aglaea’s orgasm receded, leaving her high and dry as her length twitched pathetically back down to her stomach. She struggled against her restraints, shoulder blades twisting painfully as she tried to swing her hands around front. All it would take was a single touch, even an errant one, to get that sweet, sweet relief.
But, alas. Cifera blocked any further efforts, slamming the blonde’s back flat against the mattress. “Did I say you could touch, seamstress?”
“No,” Aglaea whimpered, on the verge of tears, “but—.”
“No buts! Except yours, of course.” A devious smirk split Cifera’s face as she reached down and spanked Aglaea on the cheeks. Her cock and balls bounced from the impact, dragging her closer to edge one slap at a time. Aglaea was tempted to make the omega do that again. This close to cumming, she was willing to accept whatever stimulation was available, humiliating or not. “Why don’t you tell me how much you want it? Then I’ll decide if you deserve this reward.”
An indignant growl threatened to tear from Aglaea’s throat, which she barely managed to restrain. She wracked her brain, searching for the right combination of words that would bring about a merciful end to this first round of torture disguised as lovemaking. But with the pulsing need between her legs, it was the wrong head that took over. Instead of a verbal response, the alpha started to frantically hump the air. She found no purchase against the oxygen molecules, but she wasn’t really chasing pleasure anymore, just release.
Hissing, Cifera slammed the blonde’s hips to the bed again. Her mouth opened with another tease on her tongue, but she hesitated a moment. Aglaea stared up at her, her own tongue peeking out between bruised, swollen lips. The alpha’s labored breaths rattled her body as she poorly coped with denial.
Whatever Cifera saw, it unlocked something even meaner and more alluring within her. Eyes glinting, she sneered down at the older woman. “Only good girls get to cum, and you haven’t been very good, have you? Trying to tell me what to do when your only job is to lay there and look pretty.” Her tail slithered down from its lofted position, winding around the restraint Aglaea had tried so futilely to escape from moments earlier. The furry limb coiled tightly, reinforcing the knotted fabric.
Chills ran down Aglaea’s spine as she realized what this meant. I only did that because you pulled away! You neglected your duty!, she nearly protested. She held her tongue at the last moment, lest Cifera take her talking back as another sign of disobedience to punish. It was a miracle the blonde had any shred of logic left in her.
“Good girls know how to be patient. Is that something you can do?”
Aglaea fervently nodded her head, no matter how much of a liar it made her. She panted eagerly as Cifera leaned back on her heels, tail unraveling. With impressive flexibility, she finally pulled the bottle of lube off the nightstand.
“You really don’t deserve this seamstress, but I’m feeling generous for some reason.” The omega squeezed a small of lube onto her right index and middle fingers. “Hmph! Must be your lucky day.” With her thumb, she slathered the gel all over the digits.
Okay, I can do this. Aglaea sucked in a deep breath, relaxing her muscles as best she could while she exhaled. Starting with the fingers, just like I practiced.
She was only a little nervous as Cifera set her fingers on the rim of Aglaea’s anus. The lube was cold, nearly freezing in contrast to the humidity generated by their sweat and lust. The alpha reflexively tensed, causing her partner to look up. Cifera waited, ears pricked for any sound even close to resembling the safe word. Somewhere behind that domineering grin hid a woman who just wanted to ensure her partner’s comfort. Aglaea kept mum, feeling more confident now. She made a conscious effort to loosen, feeling the way the omega’s fingers maintained a steady pressure.
Experimentally, Cifera traced her fingers along the tight outer ring, making sure the lube covered every spot. It didn’t take long before she slid one nail into the hole, pushing past light resistance. Now that it wasn’t Aglaea’s own hand doing the insertion, she could better appreciate what it felt like to be penetrated. It was still unfamiliar and foreign to her, but it felt less like an intrusion and more like something filling an empty space she wasn’t previously aware of. No value judgment, just the factual truth of what she was experiencing.
The nail dug a little deeper until the entire finger was inside. The rest of the fit wasn’t as smooth, and Cifera likely needed to apply more lube, but it was a feeling Aglaea could see herself getting used to with time. Heh. I suppose I’ve already accepted that we’ll find ourselves in this position again. Maybe sooner than she expects.
“You’re doing so well, Agy,” Cifera encouraged, strangely soft compared to her earlier threats. Yet it was also a gentle warning that one digit wasn’t the end, merely the beginning. When the omega inserted her second finger, she went similarly slow, letting the alpha adjust and have plenty of time to back out.
It was when Cifera curled her fingers that Aglaea finally understood the appeal. Her anal walls tingled as they stretched, the novel contact sending a buzz straight to her groin that set her nerves aflame for the first time since Cifera ended the frottage. The heat didn’t come from her cock, but rather originated from her pelvis and radiated out to the tip. And that was just a two-finger curl. How much more intense will the strap-on be?
Well, Aglaea was about to find out because her partner didn’t use her fingers for long. Spurred on by the subtle shift in the alpha’s demeanor, Cifera purred, “Oh, you like that, huh?” She kept the one hand on the alpha’s butt, massaging circular patterns along the ring of the anus to keep her on edge. “That’s too bad. Little liars like you don’t get what they want~.” With her free hand, Cifera snagged the lube again and squirted a generous amount onto the dildo. She passed the bottle to her tail, which haphazardly dumped the container over the edge of the bed. Staring down Aglaea the entire time, she spread the lube with long, intentional strokes.
It almost reminded Aglaea of the way she would stroke her own cock, starting by circling the base of the shaft with just her thumb and index finger. Then, keeping the circle tight, she’d slowly drag the ring up her length until she reached the base of her head. At that point, she’d bring the rest of her fingers down and shift her thumb and index up to pinch the tip. She’d rub the two together while tugging a couple times, then she’d slam everything back down to the base. Unless she gripped too tightly, then her length would thrust through the opening of her fist.
Those were the exact movements which Cifera mirrored with the dildo, and Aglaea’s chest fluttered at the thought that the younger woman had learned it from watching her. What other habits of mine has she picked up on? Will she use them on me? So distracted she was that she didn’t notice Cifera was ready to move on until the slick, rubbery head poked her entrance. “Think you can take this?”
“I don’t know, but I’ll try,” Aglaea automatically replied, breathlessly and earnestly. She lifted her hips to grant a better angle for penetration. Her legs quivered slightly, so Cifera’s hands came down to support her ass. It forced Aglaea’s half of the weight onto her back, her bound hands and wrists digging into her spine. But other than that, the alpha was semi-suspended in air and pliant, so the omega pushed in. Cifera eased the head in with a puff of pheromones, activating her scent gland with one hand to generate more of them.
As the sweet earthen smell reached Aglaea’s nostrils, she took a huge whiff and let the aphrodisiac soothe her remaining anxiety. The reality sank in quickly just how vulnerable she was in this position, able to do little else but wait until the bubble of pressure and heat popped into something magical. She was in control of nothing, not even the trembling of her legs or flexing of her length. If Cifera really wanted to, she could ravish Aglaea in a way that shattered every barrier between them, and the alpha would have to lay there and take it.
Aglaea searched for Cifera’s eyes, seeking quiet reassurance that her partner would handle her with care. She found it in eyes of the softest, clearest lake blue, pupils dilated as the younger woman gazed upon her with pride at how well the blonde was taking the strap. It was a gaze that promised her the world and more. A jolt of nervous energy shot through Aglaea like lightning when Cifera’s pupils suddenly constricted, demeanor turning predatory. The alpha shrank under the stare, whining and rolling her hips as she accepted her casting as the prey.
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” If Cifera started out slow, what came next was anything but. Both hands back on Aglaea’s ass, she hauled the alpha upward and shoved about half the strap up the blonde’s hole. It was a rough, callous thrust, one that had Aglaea keening when the head scraped along a particularly sensitive spot of her walls.
She felt as if her bladder was full, an immense pressure bearing down on her prostate. The wave of pressure receded then returned with increasing intensity as Cifera set a merciless pace of rapid, shallow thrusts. Even if Aglaea could cobble together the strength to ask for a breather, her mind wouldn’t have been able break through the static fog of lust clouding every neuron. Forming coherent words was beyond her reach.
Her cock wept and wept until she could no longer distinguish sweat from the precum on her stomach. There was a quiet plunk every time another thrust sent her length bouncing into the air and splashing down into the growing puddle.
Cifera wheezed and huffed above her, hands now boxing in the blonde’s waist as her legs did all the work to hold Aglaea’s lower body up. Her thrusts were smooth and natural, as if fucking her alpha raw like this was what she was born for. Like a metronome anchoring the frantic pace, her tail trailed slowly up and down the blonde’s ticklish side, edging the older woman ever closer to the peak. Sweat plastered the omega’s bangs to her forehead, and a few more salty drops rolled off her chin. “Such a mess. Hehe.” Cifera’s eyes were unfocused, caught in a trance as she visually devoured the woman under her. “How close are you?”
A pile of gibberish was the response. But the alpha’s temperature was feverish now, tongue lolling as she tried not to choke on the overwhelming sensation of need and fullness. Her unattended length twitched feebly, not as prone to bouncing now that impending release sat heavy in her urethra. It would take so little to send her flying off the deep end and spray her arousal everywhere. And once she did, the bliss would catapult her right back to the Netherrealm.
“At your limit already, seamstress? Who said you were allowed to cum?” Cifera growled, cruel words matching her tone. She swiped a palm across Aglaea’s balls, the smack resounding over their moans and groans. At the same time, her tail slid across to the weeping cock, constricting it. But in her lust-addled state, the blonde didn’t even feel either provocation, too far gone. If anything, the gratuitous contact only hastened the inevitable.
Realizing there was nothing she could do to stop Aglaea’s orgasm, Cifera switched tactics. “You look pathetic. So fuckable—so submissive—spread out and delirious like this,” she crooned. “And of all is it mine. The only one who can make your alpha whine and beg to be bred is me!”
With a harsh snap of her hips, Cifera plowed through Aglaea’s anus, the entire length of the strap muscling its way into places no one had ever been. It wasn’t an easy landing, and the change in depth was far too abrupt. Aglaea may have practiced taking a small amount of insertion in the ass over the last week, but never an entire shaft. And never one that entered with such force or threatened to piston in and out of her like Cifera’s.
It was a taste of the savagery and roughness as Cifera had always goaded her on about. It was electrifyingly, mindblowingly overwhelming. For some, it may have been a taste of heaven. For a first-timer, it was far too much. It made her question all the times she’d been inside Cifera, if this was what the omega felt that first night Aglaea went knot-deep into her or all the subsequent fuckings. If Cifera had felt so full she couldn’t breathe—couldn’t think.
Safeword. I need the safeword! Aglaea felt like she was being split open, and a fire scorched her anal cavity as her body tried and failed to adapt quickly enough. Agh, ngh! What was the word? The all-consuming pressure in her prostate was still there. The scalding heat that filled her urethra was still there. Even the lust was still there. But now there was a drastic spike in pain, something akin to a tearing sensation or a paper cut in her ass. The word! Her distress bled into her scent, rot creeping at the edges of tangy musk as pain overwrote pleasure.
Almost as soon as the deeper thrusts began, Aglaea cried out every iteration of a safe word she could think of. “Stop! Red! Coreflame! Bartholos!” For a moment, a sinking feeling settled in her gut, knowing that none of those were the safeword they’d established. And if she knew, then so did Cifera. There was a very real, however minuscule, possibility that the omega wouldn’t stop.
Thankfully, Cifera scrambled to pull out as soon as the first syllable left Aglaea’s lips, nostrils flaring as she tracked her partner’s condition. By the time the alpha screamed ‘coreflame,’ the dildo was nowhere near her ass. “Shit! Fuck!” the younger woman hissed, unbuckling her harness and flinging the strap-on across the room.
Her partner was all over her in an instant, untying Aglaea’s wrists then sniffing around the alpha’s pelvis for any trace of blood. Though there wasn’t any, Cifera could undoubtedly see the angry, inflamed rim of her anus as it convulsed. The omega made sure to steer clear of the area to avoid reaggravation.
With newly freed hands, Aglaea brought them to her chest, taking deep, slow breaths. She wanted to curl onto her side and hide, but the immediate pain of closing her legs even a little dissuaded her. The blonde kept one palm flat over her heart, using the intensity of its beats as a guide for how many stabilizing breaths she needed. Too many. Not having the strap-on inside her was the biggest relief. It made the task of forgetting how it pierced her that much easier.
Cifera tiptoed to the side of the bed next her, careful not to actually touch the alpha again until she had express consent. She could still embrace her in a different way, however, tentatively pushing her fear-laced scent in the blonde’s direction. “I’m sorry, Agy. I’ve got you. What do you need right now?” Weak and timid, Cifera’s guilt and regret were as clear as day. Her hands fiddled awkwardly in front of her, unsure what they could do that wouldn’t hurt the recovering blonde. Restlessly, Cifera shifted her weight from foot to foot. “Do you need water? Let me go get some!” The omega turned toward the attached restroom, ready to dart away.
Aglaea didn’t know how to respond. She wasn’t sure what she wanted, much less needed, except for her partner to, “. . .stay. Please.” In this moment of extreme vulnerability, she desperately needed the reassurance that Cifera wasn’t going to leave her and disappear for another thousand years. That this wouldn’t become a cliché pattern of her giving her heart and body to the omega, only for that same gift to be what drove her love away. If only I were—.
She dared not finish that sentence, lest she open a Pandora’s box and unleash an insecurity she could never put away. But her mind betrayed her nevertheless, screaming and echoing all her inadequacies until they rattled her skull. Stronger? Better at tolerating pain without Mnestia’s divinity? The kind of alpha that can satisfy Cifera’s omega? A real alpha?
“Of course, baby. I’ll stay as long as you want me to.” The whisper was soft and tender, the promise wrapping around Aglaea like a warm blanket to ward off the chill of fear. As simple as the promise was, it meant the world to her. Just like that, the voice in her head faded away having lost its grip on her. A massive weight lifted from Aglaea’s chest and a shaky, pleased rumble worked its way up her system. With some effort and ginger movements, the alpha turned to her side and met her partner’s eyes. A few thin strings of cum dripped down her stomach, a soggy reminder that she didn’t get a proper release.
Cifera struggled not to avert her gaze in the shame of overstepping an intimate boundary, blinking away tears that welled in the corners of red-rimmed eyes. She couldn’t hold them back anymore as Aglaea reached for her hand, tugging her soothing presence closer.
Kneeling at the bedside and burying her face in Aglaea’s shoulder, Cifera’s body shook with tiny sobs. Her tail hooked around the blonde’s wrist, pleading for forgiveness. “I’m sorry,” the younger woman’s muffled cry reiterated. “It was my idea and I pressured you into it and I hurt you, like I always do.” The self-deprecating comment Cifera tacked onto the end stung almost as much as those thrusts, but Aglaea knew this pain would sit in her heart for far longer.
She couldn’t refute the omega’s claim, not entirely. It had hurt, physically and in intangible ways that Aglaea opted to save for a later conversation. Trying to break down all of that when the emotional highs and lows were still fresh in their minds was like asking for trouble. Especially when she knew Cifera was prone to take those types of confessions as critiques of her as a partner.
But, in a similar vein, what Aglaea could refute in the moment was the way Cifera took her rejection as an all-or-nothing situation. This was one misunderstanding she simply had to clear up. It was non-negotiable. “Cifera, look at me.” She waited until the younger woman lifted her head.
“You didn’t pressure me into doing anything.” Aglaea paused again to let those words settle. I refuse to let you believe anything we did was non-consensual. To drive the point home, she kept her voice steady as she added, “Tonight didn’t end how either of us wanted, but that doesn’t change how I feel safe and secure when I’m with you.”
Cifera scoffed. “But I hurt you.”
“You did.” Aglaea grabbed Cifera’s cheek before she could turn away at the agreement. With her other hand, she carefully took the younger woman’s tail and calmly stroked it with her thumb. “Then you stopped as soon as I used a safeword. You respected my boundaries, Cifera, and you stayed. I couldn’t ask for a more kind and caring and attentive partner than you.”
The omega nodded slowly as she took in her praise. Cifera didn’t look terribly convinced, but she wasn’t as distraught anymore. Or maybe she simply thought arguing about it would be futile, so she chose to focus on more practical matters. Stubbornly wiping her tears away, the omega asked, “Can you tell me. . .What did I do wrong?”
“Try going slower next time,” Aglaea advised after taking a moment to think. And I’ll try to be more vocal about my limits, and perhaps experiment more on my own so that I know those limits in advance. “It was. . .a lot to handle at once.”
“Next time?” Cifera’s ears flicked in disbelief, head shooting up and narrowly missing the blonde’s jaw. She wrenched her tail free from Aglaea’s grip and angrily waved her hands. “Are you an idiot? What makes you think there’s going to be a next time?!” Her shrill, ferocious shrieks shattered the fragile tranquility they’d built.
“I never said I didn’t like it,” Aglaea clarified. “I just—I’d prefer more of a prelude to that level of roughness. And I’ll know what to expect from now on, so. . .,” the alpha trailed off, blushing as she vaguely admitted being into the whole pegging thing. In the wake of their post-safe word reflection, all that came of her arousal was a depressingly small trickle of semen, maybe half a spurt at most. Aglaea had been on the precipice of a life-changing orgasm, and this inadvertent blueballing would stick with her for a while. It would plague her thoughts until she finally got to properly experience that unreachable high. Sharing that bit of self-realization seemed highly inappropriate for the present mood, so she didn’t say that part aloud. Still. . .does this qualify as having a kink?