Fell Champions

Otter took Rua in. Really took her in, in all her tiny but magnificent glory. She stared into those beautiful eyes of hers and felt like she was falling, descending into some deep pit, but knowing there’d be something to catch her. 

And then she caught something of her own. Otter gave an experimental sniff and wrinkled her nose.

“You stink.”

“Hello to you, too,” Rua said. “I washed, I just didn’t have a change of clothes because my kidnapper is a giant person who doesn’t own any clothes that aren’t comically large on me.”

There was a small cough, and Otter realized for the first time Kir was also standing there.

“Nothing in her size?” Otter asked.

“We had children’s clothes, but she refused to wear them,” Kir said.

“Nothing for it, I guess. Reyna, go back to the house, get some clothes.”

“I’m going to decline that order,” Reyna said. “My job’s to guard you, and now we’ve got unfriendlies. I’m going to be keeping my eye on her.”

“Good point, just try not to stare at her tits too much. Okay, Kir, after the funeral, do you want to be civil and go to Rua’s house together so she can get some of her stuff since you’re being a shit host?”

“She’s not a shit host,” Rua said. “She’s been very… accommodating." 

That felt like an implication. Marvelous. Plan: Seduce the Pants Off Kir was proceeding on schedule. 

“How accommodating?” 

“We’re sharing a bed.”

“We are not!” Kir’s cheeks had turned an odd hue of cyan. Was that a blush? She cast a look every which way, as if terrified someone had overheard.

“Lie,” Rua said, gently flicking Kir’s ear.

“I don’t know why I take this from you,” Kir muttered.

“Oh, you’ll be taking it all right,” Otter said with a smile.

“Excuse me,” Akai said. Otter had honestly forgotten the little man was even there. “But do you mean to say that Seat Hyleah is fucking the woman who had my sister killed?”

“Not yet,” Rua said. “And Il-Su worked on his own.”

“He is still my man and therefore my responsibility, though,” Kir said, her panicked expression fading to carefully composed neutrality. 

“That he is,” Akai said darkly. 

“If it makes any of you feel any better,” Otter said, “Il-Su tried to kill Kir.”

Kir’s attention immediately snapped into focus on her. “What?”

“The explosives tossed at Sureya’s house. It was him. And he wasn’t aiming for Sureya. He was trying to kill you. He was terrified of you, wanted to be freed from your control, a whole lot of whining in between him trying to convince me I was in love with him and that I actually like dudes, assorted incel vibes. There were a lot of people on the street. Ask around, I’m sure someone can corroborate the story, even identify him. Not many Salassians walking around Ri Oa, I imagine.”

“Other than the one you brought here,” Akai said.

“Well obviously Sami’s not him, she has tits, I know they’re small, but seriously, pay attention.”

“I’m going to need to attend to this,” Kir said.

Rua caught her wrist and pulled her close. “Do it later. I need you now.”

“Do what you will,” Akai said, “but if this Il-Su has killed one Seat, and tried to kill the remaining four. People need to hear about this.”

He retreated, and some of the tension evaporated from Reyna’s shoulders. She went a little less stiff. She still watched Kir like a hawk, but a lot of the nervous energy from her had disappeared. 

“Who’s this?” Rua asked. 

“Reyna,” Otter answered. “Newly acquired thug power.”

“She used to bodyguard for Juala,” Kir added. “And spy on her for me.”

“What?” Otter said.

“I did no such thing!” Reyna protested.

Rua looked between Kir and Reyna both and made a confused sound. “They’re both telling the truth. Or, at least, they think they are.”

“What’s wrong?” Kir asked. “Did you drink the memory away?”

Reyna glared at Kir, raised her cup to her lips, and realized what she was about to do. She hurled it away from herself in disgust, sloshing glowing green alcohol all over the bar’s surface. 

“I… I don’t have that problem.”

“Anymore,” Kir corrected. “And if you’re going to be protecting my sister’s household, see that you don’t backslide.”

“You know what, she can prove her worth as a bodyguard right now,” Rua said. 

“I can?”

“Hmm. If anyone comes by, serve drinks, make them go away, and make sure they don’t see.”

“See what?”

Rua didn’t answer. Still gripping Kir’s wrist with one hand, she grabbed Otter’s with the other and led them both into the boxed off area of the bar’s interior. She pushed Otter back first against the bar, and dropped to her knees in front of her, dragging Kir down with her.

“I like where this is going,” Otter said. 

“What?” Kir asked.

Rua tugged on Otter’s pants, yanking them down an inch.

“I do not like where this is going,” Kir hissed.

Rua gently flicked Kir’s ear.

“That wasn’t a lie!”

“No, but it was a half-truth.”

“It doesn’t matter, because I don’t suck cock. And I don’t care if I owe you a penalty, I’m not going to do that.”

“Honey sugar tits,” Otter said to Rua. “If she doesn’t want to, I’m not going to make her.”

“We’re not going to,” Rua said. “I’m going to make her watch as you ram as much of your cock as you can down my throat. And I don’t want you to be gentle about it. I want her to watch me choke on it.”

Otter squirmed a little at those words. If she hadn’t been unbearably horny before, she didn’t know how to describe how she felt now. 

“Making me watch out for other people when I could be getting a good show…” Reyna muttered.

Rua gave another tug of Otter’s pants, and was nearly slapped in the face by the suddenly freed length. She paused, taking it in, and then leaned forward, rubbing her cheek against it, much like a cat would against their favourite human’s leg.

Otter sucked in a soft breath, and had to resist her next impulse. She wanted nothing more than to grab two fistfuls of Rua’s hair and start having her way with her right then and there. But this wasn’t about what she wanted. It was about Rua. And Rua wanted to give Kir a show.

So Otter bit her tongue – both metaphorically and literally – and let Rua rub her face, first one cheek and then the other, along the jutting cock. Rua made a soft cooing noise and then held Otter’s length in her hand and gave an experimental lick on the tip of her head. Just a small one, more playful than anything else.

“It’s too bad you don’t suck cock,” Rua said. “I’ve discovered I quite enjoy it.”

“Well… not all of us are Silayan sluts,” Kir said, but her heart didn’t seem to be in it. Her eyes were fixed on what Rua was doing. Her hands were on her knees, and gripped them tightly, as if determined to remain in control.

Otter didn’t blame her. She barely had any herself at that moment. 

“It’s no wonder that all Mikovians do is fight,” Rua said. She gave a small pump of Otter’s cock in her small hand. It took everything in Otter to not fuck herself into a frenzy in Rua’s grip. “You must always be so frustrated. So prudish.”

“Stop calling me that,” Kir said. “I am not a prude.”

“You just said you don’t suck cock. That sounds like a prude to me.”

“At the very least, a prig,” Otter agreed.

“Can we just get this over with?”

Rua opened her mouth to probably make some witty reply, but Otter couldn’t hold on anymore. She grabbed onto the back of Rua’s head and urged her forward, not shoving as fiercely as she wanted to, but instead guiding Rua to her task. 

Rua opened her mouth wider and took Otter’s cock in, running her tongue over it quickly before getting to the task of sucking on it. Her technique was still messy and inexperienced, but she more than made up for it with enthusiasm. 

Otter grunted, and let Rua take the lead at first, and just kind of enjoyed the sensation. She hadn’t pictured their reunion leading to this kind of encounter, at least, not this quickly, and she definitely hadn’t imagined that Kir would be kneeling before her at the same time. She briefly wondered what it would be like, jamming her cock down the ice queen’s throat. Would it feel cold? She’d probably be terrible at giving head, but that was part of the appeal. Showing Kir what to do, taunting her at how bad she was. 

Otter shook that thought off. She didn’t like where it led. It had to be these stupid Silayan hormones. Besides, why fantasize when an even better reality was happening?

“Get ready,” Otter warned. “And remember, if it’s too much, just pinch my thigh.”

Rua stared upwards at her with those gorgeous eyes of hers, and Otter could sense amusement through their link. Amusement, and a heavy, overwhelming sense of arousal. Well, at least it wasn’t just her that was feeling out of control.

Grabbing a fistful of hair in both hands, being more rough than she ever normally would, Otter surged forward. She hammered into Rua’s mouth, once, twice, thrice in quick succession, hitting the back of her throat. Rua was just as inexperienced as sucking cock as Otter was at getting hers sucked. It was a wildly different experience than getting eaten out. 

She just had to remember to focus on their link. Figure out what was too much, and what was just rough enough for what Rua was wanting. And what Rua evidently wanted was a pounding. 

Otter could feel Rua urging her on. Her desire to be dominated, to be lorded over by her pelanoa. Well, Otter could give her that. 

She didn’t hold back. She let her lust take over, and began sawing in and out of Rua’s mouth, forcing her way ever deeper, trying to sheath herself into that waiting throat. Her cock was a little too big, Rua’s oral cavity a little too small. But that didn’t stop either of them. As Otter pitched forward, Rua hurried to meet her, alternating between choking and moaning on the invading cock. 

When Otter could feel that Rua was struggling for breath, she ripped herself free, fully pulling herself out. Rua made a frustrated noise, panting as she did, but Otter took her slab of meat in one hand and thumped it on Rua’s face. Between the saliva on that, the tears streaming from her eyes, and the drool running down Rua’s chin, she was already looking a bit of a mess. 

“Catch your breath, butter tart,” Otter said. “It’s only going to get rougher from here. You’ve been a bad girl, haven’t you?”

Rua made a noise a lot like a whimper. There was a brief flicker of panic in their link.

“No, don’t give me that. You’re not a good girl. I told you to leave Kir to me, and you went ahead and fought her, and now look where we are. She thinks she’s taken you from me, and now I have to show her that I’m the one in control, not her.”

Rua looked about to say something, and Otter took that opportunity to shove her way back into Rua’s mouth. She pushed as far forward as she could, hitting the back of her throat, and held there.

“She’s mine,” Otter said, looking directly at Kir. But Kir’s attention was completely on Rua, her gaze transfixed and unable to move. So Otter leaned down, and gently guided Kir’s chin with two fingers so that they were looking at one another. “She’s mine. Not yours. What you have with her right now, I am allowing, because she wants it. And she deserves the world. So for now, the two of you get to play house, and you will make her happy, do you understand?”

Something defiant flickered in Kir’s eyes. “She’s my–”

“I don’t give a fuck,” Otter said. “I don’t even care how you were going to end that sentence. Your sister? You’re both failures on that front. You abused that relationship, and then she abandoned you. Your friend? You stole her from her family. Your lover? You’re too afraid to commit to that, aren’t you? I’m getting a lot of ‘internalized homophobia’ off you. No, the only thing she is to you right now is your slave. And you can’t even do that right. Too scared to abuse it, too terrified to hurt her again.”

Kir flinched at every denouncement. She looked like she wanted to argue, to say something, but she was too wrapped up in something, probably her own self-loathing, to counter. 

“When we fight,” Otter said, “and we’re going to fight – that’s coming, sure as the sun is going to set – I’m going to beat you. And when I do, I don’t know how your Pact works, but I am taking Rua back. Because right now? What you have at this moment? Whatever fucked up dynamic it is? It’s on loan. I’m allowing it. But when the time comes, I’m taking her back, and if you’re very, very lucky, I’ll take you, too.”

Otter smirked, and Rua made a contented noise of agreement, somewhere deep in her throat. Something like a moan, but came out more as a gurgle. 

Kir looked away first. Her eyes fell to the floor, suddenly finding the wood covering very interesting. So Otter guided her chin back into position so she was looking at Rua.

“Pay attention,” Otter said. “She wants you to see this.”

Somewhere in the background, Reyna swore softly. Otter wasn’t adverse to an audience, but she really hoped Reyna was watching out for other people like she was supposed to.

Rua choked, and her eyes were rolling backwards into her skull, so Otter withdrew once more, let her catch her breath a moment, and then got to the real work. She jackhammered into Rua’s mouth, taking what pleasure she could, enjoying the feeling of warmth and wetness. She had to fiddle with the angle, get Rua lower on her knees, not trying to match her height to Otter’s cock, and tilted her head back. And once positioned, Otter finally managed to force her way into that throat, and enjoyed the tightness of the sensation. 

It was different from regular penetrative sex. Not quite as good in terms of how it physically felt, but there was something to getting her cock sucked that Rua was enjoying, and in turn made Otter enjoy it vicariously through their link. She wanted nothing more than to just holding herself in Rua’s throat and make her struggle against her, if only because that was what Rua herself wanted. Some part of Rua wanted to black out with Otter’s cock sheathed all the way into her esophagus.

“Look at me,” Otter said, staring down at Rua. 

Her eyes had begun to grow bleary, tears freely pouring from them as she was completely dominated and violated, and what little vision she had was clouded over by a haze of lust. But Rua focused, and made sure that Otter could get the eye contact she so desperately craved.

It was a beautiful moment, just the two of them, staring at one another, feeling their desire for one another in each other’s minds and hearts.

And then Kir leaned forward and ran a hand along Rua’s throat, where it was slightly bulged out from Otter’s cock. Her fingers brushed against it, hesitant, clearly afraid. But just that simple touch did something for Rua, causing her to groan.

“There’s a good girl,” Otter said, although she wasn’t sure who she was saying it to. “Almost done. I’m close.”

Otter pistoned in, hard and fast, and Rua moved her hand into her pants. Otter was tempted to bat it away, try orgasm denial again, maybe make some ludicrous demand that Rua was only allowed to cum if Kir got her there. 

But Kir wasn’t ready for that kind of involvement, and honestly, Otter wasn’t sure she wanted Kir to touch Rua like that. Not here at least, not now. Kir was an observer, but not a participant. Maybe the two of them would have their own moments, separate from Otter, maybe some twist of fate would allow Kir to join their growing polycule for real in the future, but for now, she was an outsider. 

“Mine,” Otter growled as she jutted forward, and could feel herself close to arriving.

But even as she could feel the thunderous feeling of an orgasm approaching, Rua pinched at Otter’s thigh. They both backed away instantly, Otter’s length coming out of Rua’s mouth with a wet pop, and then there was hand on her length, stroking her up and down, furiously as Rua masturbated Otter to her climax.

Otter came, and as she did, Rua shifted, pointing Otter directly at Kir, and there was a feeling of both mischief and sexual fervor emanating from the link. 

Kir, who’d withdrawn after Rua had freed Otter’s cock, both hands on her knees, was caught completely by surprise. Her eyes widened in shock, something that was the exact wrong instinct, and her mouth opened in surprise as Otter absolutely unleashed and painted Kir’s face with thick streams of cum, plastering her completely.

Kir didn’t move, either from shock or arousal or grim acceptance of her fate, and just sat there, gently flinching as it happened, only closing both her eyes and mouth after cum had landed in both. Nothing was spared. Otter had been in a low state of arousal all day, and even though she’d somewhat recently had sex, her Silayan reserves had very loudly been communicating that it hadn’t been enough sex, and the evidence of that was now quickly becoming apparent. 

Otter had seen bukkake porn where the actress had gotten less cream on her. Kir’s entire face was covered, her makeup ruined, parts of her hair caked with gobs of semen. 

When Otter was finished, Rua leaned into Kir and hissed, “Swallow.”

Kir’s face pointed at Rua, but she couldn’t look at her, not with her eyes being absolutely coated as they were. She made a frustrated noise, and then shuddered as she swallowed.

“There, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” Rua asked. “That’s your penalty.”

“I can’t believe you made me do that,” Kir groaned.

“Oh, we’re not done yet.”

“We’re not?” Kir said, her voice coming out as a whine. 

“No. Now we have to get you cleaned up,” Rua said sweetly. Maybe a little too sweetly. If that tone of voice had been directed at Otter, she would’ve fled.

Rua moved in and ran her tongue along the side of Kir’s face, catching as much cum as she could. She made an obvious show of tasting it, rolling it on her tongue, and then grabbed the sides of Kir’s face.

With her mouth full, Rua managed to say, “Open.”

Kir made a noise, most definitely a whine, but obeyed, opening her mouth. Rua raised herself up until her face was over Kir’s, and then slowly released a line of saliva and cum from her mouth and into her sister’s. 

It was the hottest fucking thing Otter had ever seen in her life.

Kir didn’t even need to be told to swallow this time. She did it on her own, shuddering afterwards, and then opening her mouth again. Rua swiped her tongue along Kir’s nose, from tip to bridge, being slow and deliberate as she did, and then repeated the process, depositing saliva and cum alike in a long line of spit into Kir’s waiting mouth.

“Fucking fables,” Reyna muttered from nearby. 

Otter leaned forward and stroked a hand through Rua’s hair, who leaned into the gesture before returning to her work. But this time, Rua didn’t release the spit into Kir’s waiting mouth, but brought herself in for a kiss, one that was quickly reciprocated by Kir.

When Rua pulled away, she said, “See? This wasn’t so bad, was it?”

But before Kir could put herself back together to formulate a response, Rua leaned in once more to run her tongue along Kir’s throat, an area that didn’t actually have that much cum on it. She didn’t seem to mind, though. 

Rua lingered there, perhaps a little too long, and she definitely didn’t need to graze Kir’s throat with her teeth as she did, but then moved onto areas that actually needed to be cleaned, although Otter severely doubted the effectiveness of Rua’s methods. But she wasn’t one to complain, or point out that a towel was probably a better tool for the job.

Still, she looked down to see that not only hadn’t her erection gone away, or withdrawn back inside of her body as it usually did once she was sated, it was now absolutely throbbing from the sight she was witnessing.

Otter sighed to herself. The things she suffered through just to keep her girlfriend happy.

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