Fell Champions

Rua scrambled off Otter, embarrassed having been caught in the act. Otter had a sly smile, and made no move to fix her mussed clothes or hair.

“What?” Otter said. “Watching you do your thing is hot, puts a woman in the mood, you know?”

“So you decided to pull Rua into your lap and have a makeout session?”

“You think this was my idea?” Otter said. “I’m not the one with the ability to keep away prying eyes.”

Sami gave the black dome surrounding them a once over, then glanced over at Rua, who blushed. Well, so the little tiger had a kitten side. Sami could work with that. Maybe she should press her advantage, push Rua down and–

And suddenly she found herself pinned to the padded bench, Rua on top of her, glazed eyes looking down into her own. Rua’s cheeks were flushed with humiliation, but there was no bashfulness to be found in that expression. Her lips parted, and suddenly Rua’s tongue was entwined with her own, a kiss Sami was all too eager to reciprocate. 

But no. This wouldn’t do. She was used to being in charge, and Rua had taken control one too many times. She just needed to turn the tables, flip Rua over and mount her, and–

She tried to rise, but one of Rua’s hands firmly took her shoulder and pushed her down, keeping her in place. A knee found its way between Sami’s legs and began to grind against her sex in just the right way.

Rua’s lips and Sami’s separated for a beat, just long enough for them to catch their breath. She needed to find words, something to say to assert her own authority, regain what she’d lost every time she encountered this woman. She couldn’t be undone, she had to have some level of command, she–

There she went again. This, this was where Sami’s problem was. For a moment, she felt a flicker of self-loathing, a desire to curl up into a ball and hide in the darkness. She couldn’t be this way. She had to be better.

Sami made a frustrated noise, which only triggered her shame more. She couldn’t let others see, couldn’t be in conflict, she just had to do, just had to be right, both in actions and in deed. 

“Ssh,” Rua said in a husked whisper. “Let it go. It’s okay. Just let it go.”

“I… I can’t,” Sami said, and realized she was breathing hard, and not just from arousal. She was struggling to keep her control, to keep anything going.

“She’s hyperventilating,” Otter said. “You need to get off her.”

Sami gasped. Was she? No, that would imply an anxiety attack. She didn’t do those. That kind of thing was for other people, not her. 

“No,” Rua said. “Hands. Tie her hands.”

What was she doing with her hands. They’d been on Rua, she was sure, but now they were pinned above her head, Rua holding them in place with one of her own. Just one. She couldn’t even struggle against that grip, even throwing all her weight into it. She was so strong for such a tiny thing.

The thought made her feel even more helpless, which only caused her to rail against the hold even more.

“I don’t know about this,” Otter said.

“Just do it!” 

It took Sami a moment to realize she was the one who’d shouted. Why had she said that? Why did it feel like the right thing to do in the situation?

Golden wire wrapped around her wrists, the Pact magic causing it to move and tie itself. The wire didn’t cut or dig, but it wasn’t exactly comfortable. Sami threw her strength against them as a test, and they held her without any give.

“I’m going to take you now,” Rua growled. “Because you’re ours. We might not be able to bond you just yet, but I’m laying my claim.”

Sami sucked in a breath, a knot in her stomach tightening. She squirmed under that stare. Part of her wanted to fight, to try to maintain her last shred of control. But where had that ever gotten her?

It wasn’t easy to give up, no matter how much she wanted to. She shook her head, and said, “No.”

“She said no,” Otter stated. “That means–”

“Did she use her safe word?” Rua said.

“Well, no, but I mean, you didn’t exactly set one up.”

“What was hers when she was with you?”

“‘Rose.’ It’s a flower, and she hates them. Thinks they’re overrated and–”

“Well, I didn’t hear her say that. And now she knows, if she wants me stop, she just needs to say that word. That’s the rules of your little game, right?”

“Well, yeah, but she’s just as stubborn as you. She never uses it, thinks it’s offensive to her pride or something.”

Rua shrugged. “Then that’s her choice. But I’m not going to do anything to her that she doesn’t want. Isn’t that right?”

Rua grabbed Sami’s lower jaw in one hand. Not roughly. Delicately, like she were holding glass. She moved in close, and then placed one featherlight kiss on Sami’s lips. 

Sami thrashed against it, making defiant noises, but it was all an act. Finally Otter seemed to clue in, that worried expression of hers turning into a sly smile. 

“Well, I’ll leave you two alone.”

“You don’t have to go,” Rua said. “You’re her pelanoa. If anything, you should be fucking her absolutely stupid to show her where she belongs.”

Otter snorted. “Going to ignore that, not sure my liberal sensitivities agree with the logic there. I’m more worried about Holt. If he notices your shield, or rather, our lack of presence, he’s bound to get annoyed and interfere. So, I’ll just distract him while you guys have fun.”

Sami almost protested – she’d been thinking of being dicked down by Mayumi more often than she’d been willing to admit ever since learning of that addition – but Rua’s knee pressed just so into her, and she had to bite her lip to keep from making a sound. 

“Very well,” Rua said. “I’ll leave her wanting to come back for more. Wouldn’t want her to grow bored of us so easily.”

“I don’t think there’s any danger of that. You’ve put her in a mood.”

Sami managed to get enough of her willpower back together to shoot Otter a glare, who gave her a mocking salute and stepped through the edge of the black dome. 

As soon as Otter was gone, Rua gave a shiver and looked away. Her former nearly predatory expression turned uncertain. If anything, she looked scared.

“I don’t know what I’m doing,” she confessed. “I… I was hoping she’d stay. She’s very experienced, and I’m… not.”

“You could have fooled me,” Sami said, unsure of how to react.

“I… it’s a long story, but I’ve never had anyone before Otter. Most people don’t… these eyes of mine. I’m a half-breed, and it’s the default to find them disgusting. Only two people in my life ever treated me like a person, but neither ever wanted to…” She shrugged. “I’m making this up as I go along. I don’t know if what I’m doing is good or not.”

“Rua?”

A pause. “Yes?”

“You’re doing very well. I normally like to be on top, but you were making a very good argument for letting you do it. Now, stop talking, and quit arguing your way out of a good position.”

Rua snorted. “I almost fell into my pelanoa’s trap. Too much talking.”

That hand that had been holding Sami’s chin inched its way downwards until it was at Sami’s neck, and then gripped into it, fingers digging into soft flesh. Hard, but not hard enough to choke. A fine line, one Rua walked with care.

With her other hand, Rua jerked Sami’s shirt up. It bunched up above her breasts, leaving them exposed and vulnerable, a fact Rua took advantage of by lowering her head down and running alternating soft kisses and nips to them. 

Sami winced at the feel of teeth on her nubs, but said, “Is that all you have? I thought you were going to domme me, not whatever–”

She was cut off as Rua firmly took a nipple in between her teeth and bit down. It was rough and wonderful, the kind of pain she enjoyed but so rarely allowed herself to experience. 

Rua let go, and planted a few soft kisses on the tender flesh. “I can see why you hate ‘roses’ so much. I don’t know what one is, but I suspect you’re just like one. Soft, something to be admired and cared for.”

“Roses have thorns. They’re little bastard flowers that dazzle you with beauty and then prick you if you’re not careful. And me saying that word was not me exercising my safeword.” 

“I should hope not. We’ve barely done anything at all.” 

As if to demonstrate, Rua ran her nails along Sami’s belly, lightly scoring her skin. Sami kept the expression of pain off her face.

Control. Control. She had to maintain control.

She started breathing deeply again, and she felt sick.

“Easy,” Rua said. “Easy, I’ve got you.”

Rua mashed her lips against Sami’s own again, and she was only too eager to return the kiss, something to lean into and not think about. Rua’s other hand, the one not curling possessively around her throat, began to inch down the front of Sami’s pants. She wanted them to dip down, shove in hard and forcefully, and just begin the taking. But those questing fingers were soft, gentle, questing and tracing along Sami’s vulva and entrance without going further. 

She kissed back harder, and bit down the sound of frustrating in her throat, but Rua pulled back, a playful look in those gorgeous eyes of hers. 

“A flower, yes,” Rua said. “And I can feel your thorns. I’ve never seen a rose before, but I think you must be one.”

“I don’t want–”

“I don’t think you know what you want. You want to be in control. But you also don’t think you’re fit to lead anymore. I’m getting a good picture of you, Sami. Your problem isn’t in your ability. You just need to learn to trust.”

Something like annoyance flickered in Sami, compounded by the fact that Rua was still teasing her, playing at her sex but not actually penetrating her or rubbing hard enough to actually give any sensation beyond a half-satisfying tickle. 

“Are we fucking, or doing therapy?”

“I can do both.”

“I could argue you can’t even do one well.”

“Oh?”

And then two fingers slid into Sami, maybe a little too easily. Rua withdrew as quickly as she entered, and held up her glistening fingers to Sami’s face.

“You seem a little excited,” Rua said. “My fingers are practically dripping.”

“Just thinking about how Otter would probably be doing a better job. Can you call her back in?”

“Tempting, but no. Open up.”

Sami started to ask what she meant, but as soon as she moved her mouth, Rua shoved her two wet fingers inside, forcing them against her tongue. The taste of her own arousal hit her. It wasn’t something she normally enjoyed, or even indulged in, but this time she eagerly ran her tongue over those fingers.

Rua pulled her invading digits out with a wet pop. “I may not have a cock, but with how eager you are, I don’t need one.”

Rua yanked down Sami’s pants, getting them down to mid-thigh with one hand, and then those delightful fingers were inside of her, first two, then three, easily entering and pistoning at a fast tempo.

Fast and hard, just as Sami liked it. For so many years, she’d thought herself incapable of being anything other than straight. The thought of receiving oral had always felt weird for her, even if she was more than happy to give it. She’d always enjoyed the penetrative aspect of masturbation and sex, the feeling of being filled and stretched, and Rua was happy to oblige.

Those fingers pumped in and out mercilessly, and Sami had trouble keeping a neutral expression as she was worked like a tool meant to produce orgasms, Rua her own personal operator. 

“Let it go,” Rua said. “It’s just me and you. Let it go.”

Sami jerked her head to the side, and Rua let go of her neck to grab her jaw once more, but there was nothing gentle about it this time. Rua’s expression was fierce as she forced Sami to look her directly in the eyes.

“Give it to me, give me everything you have.”

Part of Sami demanded to fight against those instructions, to hold on. But she was just so tired of fighting, so tired of being perfect all the time.

She could feel the orgasm coming, but even though she was normally happy to let one take her, something held her back. Rua wanted more than she could give. She wanted something that Sami just couldn’t offer. Not anymore.

“Stop being scared. She forgives you, and you’ve sworn to make amends. So long as you keep to that, you can allow yourself to be happy.”

Rua planted a soft kiss on Sami’s forehead, then her nose, then her lips. 

“I… I can’t…” Sami said, and she felt something else welling up inside of her, something sad and self-pitying, something weak and ugly, and she wanted nothing else than to tear it out.

Rua’s fingers curled just right inside of her, stroking her just the way she liked. Her back arched a little.

What was this? Was Rua cheating, using her link with Otter to get knowledge she shouldn’t have? Or was she just a natural at this? 

“Let it go,” Rua said, “or I’ll take it from you.”

There was something about those words, delivered both with care and command, that hit Sami like a hammer. She shuddered, and suddenly there was a high-pitched whining noise, and as she realized it was her making it, she came undone. 

The orgasm was like a freight train. She came with a howl, a noise she’d never made before, the kind of wailing a porn star could only hope to imitate accurately and sell to an audience, and would never be able to. 

But it wasn’t just that. Even as she came, she could feel a choked sob erupt from her as tears flowed from her eyes. She bucked as her nerves lit up like a wildfire even as she cried out in anguish. She cried out both in pleasure and pain and every part of her mind was a confused mess.

Rua’s arms encircled her, holding her in a hug, and it was like being caught in warmth from a freefall. She blubbered into Rua’s chest, tears falling freely and unintelligible noises coming from her throat. 

And the entire time, Rua held her, whispering to her, “It’s okay. Let me have it, and I’ll see you to rest.”

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