Fell Champions

Kir stared at Rua, at her exposed vulva, and visibly swallowed. She sat frozen, otherwise unable to act, just looking at that one area and all the implications it held.

“I… I can’t,” she stammered.

Otter snorted. “Pretty sure you can. It’s not hard.”

“Well… I don’t want to.”

Rua leaned forward and flicked Kir’s ear. “Lie.”

Rua smiled the widest Otter had ever seen her smile at that pronouncement. No wonder. A lie like that had to be the greatest validation Rua had ever heard, a culmination of something she’d wanted for a long time. 

“It’s… it’s not…” Kir growled. “I hate your Pact.”

“Do you know how long I’ve been looking for a bright side to blinding headaches everyday?”

Kir’s shoulders slumped in defeat, but she looked around apprehensively. “I’m not doing anything in front of everyone.”

“Tough.”

“We’re in public!”

“Easily solved.”

A black dome apparated around them, cutting them off from the outside. Kir gave a start at its arrival, and if anything she looked more defeated.

“You’re not going to take ‘no’ for an answer, are you?” she said.

“I will always take ‘no’ for an answer,” Rua said, leaning down into her, taking her head in her hands and pressing their foreheads together. “I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to do. But… I’m also done with you lying to me. And more importantly, to yourself.”

“I could just order you to leave me alone,” Kir said weakly.

“You could. But if you do, that means I win.”

“I used to beat you all the time at our games. What happened?”

“I got tired of losing.”

“Are you two gonna give us a show or what?” Otter said. “I mean, I like the touchy feely stuff, but can you get to some touching and feeling already?”

Kir shot Otter an annoyed look, but Rua whispered something into her ear, which caused her to blush that glacial blue colour just under that pale skin of hers. It was unfair that she looked that exotic while doing that on top of being unnecessary levels of attractive. 

“In front of her?” Kir said in hushed exasperation.

“She’s my pelanoa, of course in front of her. If I have my way, we’ll be doing a lot worse in front of her in the future. And she’ll be doing far worse to me in front of you.”

Otter sighed, looking down at her burgeoning erection. What she’d give to do something to anyone right now.

“I’m still here, too,” Sami said, though she said it in a half-distracted way, annoyed that while she was inside Rua’s Truthshield she wouldn’t be able to see the tournament and whatever Il-Su was up to. Luckily for Kir, it was just the four of them, with Everett and Vex on the outside. 

Kir made a noise that sounded suspiciously like a squeak at hearing that Sami was also still present, evidently having missed exactly where the borders of the dome had cut off in Rua bullying her. 

“Someone better start getting fingerbanged,” Sami said with some annoyance, “or I’m liable to pick one of you two at random and do it myself.”

Otter knew that tone of voice. Sami was in full-on domme mode, and she clearly had eyes for Kir. While Rua had her attraction, she was missing something that Kir very much had. Sami loved to top her partners, and from what little Otter had heard, Rua hadn’t let her, and seemed content to keep their arrangement that way. 

Kir, with all her little noises and frightened glances, probably looked like a tasty meal to Sami. A rabbit to chase down and devour. 

And from the gleam in her eye, Otter could see the gears turning. Sami was getting ready to pounce. 

“Down, girl,” Otter said playfully, giving Sami a soft swat on the shoulder, and then turned to Kir. “Hand.”

“Hand?” Kir said in confusion.

“As in, give. Gib gib.”

Kir held out her hand hesitantly, and Otter gave her fingernails a cursory examination. Trimmed neatly, clean, and while Kir’s hands were callused, there were no new blisters or broken skin. Everything looked good to go.

“Okay, you pass,” Otter said.

“Pass?”

“It’s a hygiene thing. And also a ‘don’t finger someone if your nails are long and/or nasty.’ Since you’ve never done it before, I wanted to make sure you were good to go.”

“So… can you let me go?”

Oh. Otter hadn’t noticed she was still holding Kir’s hand. She absently ran her thumb along the back of Kir’s hand. And wow, despite the calluses from sword practice, she had some really silky skin. Did they even have moisturizer in this fantasy world? 

Something in Otter’s brain realigned. She wasn’t going to let Rua have all of the fun. 

She pulled Kir’s hand closer to her, making her movements nice and slow so as not to scare off the little rabbit. She brought it to her lips and placed a soft kiss on Kir’s knuckles, each one in turn, and then held her eyes took Kir’s index finger and slowly sucked on the tip.

Kir stood transfixed, holding her breath as Otter slowly worked her finger deeper into her mouth, suckling away at it. She didn’t overdo her performance. There were no fake moans, no bobbing of her head like she was sucking on a cock. Let others do fake pornstar acting.

For Otter, it was all about the moment, and in keeping eye contact. Kir’s pupils dilated, and she sucked in a breath, but said nothing as Otter sucked on her finger, and then added a second. Kir was transfixed, obediently sitting still and letting Otter do her work with no instruction.

God, she was such a good little sub. 

Otter was tempted to tell her so, to praise her, to run her fingers through Kir’s hair and guide her to her next task. But this was Rua’s moment, not hers, and she wasn’t going to take over and make it about her. She’d had enough fun in this one little action. 

She released Kir’s fingers with a wet pop, and brushed her wrist with a thumb, stroking it gently. 

“All ready,” Otter said. “Rua, sit down.”

Rua kicked off her pants, finished with half-measures, and sat down on the bench. Otter guided Kir between her legs, bringing them both to their knees.

“Isn’t Rua pretty?” Otter whispered into Kir’s ear from behind. 

Rua’s folds were softly glistening with arousal, and Kir for her part gave a slow nod of agreement.

“No, that’s not going to do,” Otter said. “Say it. Say she’s pretty.”

“She’s pretty,” Kir said in a hushed whisper, the words spilling out over one another, eager to leave her lips. 

“What part of her is pretty? Tell her. She needs to hear it.”

“All of her,” Kir said. “I’ve always thought so. She was always so much prettier than me.”

Well, that was new. From the way Rua told things, the reverse had always been the reality.

“She’s so subtle in her beauty,” Kir said. “She looks so small and fragile, but she’s the strongest person I’ve ever known. I’ve always thought her abdominals were amazing and… Her breasts are just the right size, not fat tits like mine.”

“Hey, none of that,” Otter said. “You can appreciate her without putting yourself down. You’re beautiful, and you know it.”

“I’m not. I’m just… I’m just the girl everyone wants to fuck. Rua’s the kind of girl you marry.”

Rua leaned forward, and placed a kiss on the top of Kir’s head. “You’ve always been beautiful, Kir. And not just because of your tits, or your ass, or your legs, or your lips, or any of that. I mean… those help. But you’ve always been brave and willing to fight an entire world to get your way. You see injustice, and you seek to undo it.”

“Speaking of injustice,” Otter said, “you still owe her an orgasm, so, come on, let’s get to it already.”

Kir screwed up her courage, and moved her hand to Rua’s entrance.

“Just one finger,” Otter said. “She’s really tight, and you’re going to need to get her into it before you…”

She trailed off as Kir followed instructions, sliding one finger in before moving it back and forth in a clumsy motion.

“No, no, not like that,” Otter said. “Turn your hand around. Yeah, palm up, just like that. Now quit moving your finger like a piston. This isn’t a cock. You can do some interesting things with fingers you can’t do with a dick. I want you to curl your finger inside of her, like you’re telling her to come to you, because, uh, well, you are.”

Rua made a tiny gasp as Kir complied.

“There we go,” Otter said into Kir’s ear. “That’s good, good job. Keep doing that, over and over. Now… ease another into her.”

Kir followed instruction beautifully, working a second finger inside of Rua, and maintaining her motion. It wasn’t particularly difficult. Rua was tight, but it wasn’t like Kir had monster hands. She could handle two fingers easily enough. 

Kir continued to work like that, with Otter giving her praise and compliments, whispered into her ear as she went on. Kir seemed eager to please, and even more eager to take instruction. Gone was her earlier embarrassment and mortification, now replaced with a need to do a good job.

“Play with her,” Sami said, watching them.

“Would you like that?” Otter asked. “Do you want me to play with you while you fingerfuck my girlfriend?”

Kir made a needy little noise.

“No, none of that. I need a ‘yes.’”

“No,” Sami added. “What she needs is a, ‘Yes, Otter, I’ve been a good little slut, please play with me.’”

Kir buried her head into the crook of her arm, still continuing to work into Rua without pause, and groaned. 

But she did it. She said in a choked whisper, “Please, Otter. I’m a slut. Please play with me.”

Otter pulled Kir’s shirt free from her pants, and began to run her hands along Kir’s belly. Otter grinded into her back from behind, her cock pressing against her. She wanted so badly to fuck Kir, but this wasn’t the time or place. She had to remind herself yet again that this was about Rua, not herself.

“Expose her tits,” Sami said, her voice a command. “If they’re as fat as she claims, I want to see them.”

Otter fell into old patterns, doing exactly what Sami said as she said it. She yanked Kir’s shirt up, just high enough to reveal her breasts. She couldn’t see them clearly from her angle, but they looked damned nice. More than a handful, probably at least a D-cup by Earth standards. Maybe a little bigger. 

“I bet you love it when someone plays with your tits, don’t you?” Sami said. When Kir only responded with a moan, she growled, “Answer me. Use your words, or I’ll find a new use for your mouth.”

“Yes,” Kir said, her cheeks flushing.

“Do you like a lover’s soft caress? Or do you like it when someone twists and pulls on your nipples? Don’t answer. I know what you want. Otter, pinch them.”

The worst part of Sami’s words was that none of them came out harshly. She said everything clinically, evenly. Always in control, even if Otter could detect the barest hint of lust in her voice, familiar only to her after having known her for so long.

Otter grabbed one of Kir’s breasts, and then the other, giving them both a rough mauling with her hands, before tweaking both nipples at once. To temper the pain, she ran soft kisses along the side of Kir’s neck, who made a long whining sound.

“You’re slacking,” Sami said, and at first Otter wasn’t sure if the comment was directed at her or Kir. “Look at poor Rua. You’re barely giving her any attention. Someone makes it about you for a few seconds, and you get all selfish.”

It was true. Under the brief attack on her nipples, she’d groan lax and had stopped her slow fingering.

“I’m sorry,” Kir mumbled, looking to Rua for some kind of forgiveness.

Rua looked unsure of how to respond to that, and turned to Sami.

“She’s not using her words well, is she?” Sami said. “Do you want her to put her mouth to better use since she can only manage that as an apology?”

Rua understood the assignment. She looked down at Kir, all uncertainty gone, and then said in a tone of command, “Well, you heard her. Apologize better.”

Kir seemed confused at first, so Otter softly guided her head forward towards Rua’s pussy. She hesitated for only a bare moment before darting out one experimental lick. The kind a child might do when they were about to try something they weren’t sure they were going to enjoy or not.

Apparently the kitten liked her cream, because she returned at once, in a much longer lick, drawing her tongue over Rua’s folds even as she continued to work her fingers inside of her. 

Otter guided Kir’s head up a little bit, towards Rua’s clit. “Lick there.”

Kir obeyed, using her other hand to free Rua’s clit from its hood. She ran a tongue against it, maybe a little too eagerly. Rua squirmed under the attention.

“Ease up,” Otter said. “Not too much pressure. But don’t be afraid to alternate. Speaking of, you can start switching between stroking Rua and pumping into her. Don’t focus too much on one or the other.”

“You should finger her,” Sami said. 

“No,” Rua said, her words coming out weakly. “This is… about her getting even. And I want… I want her to be a mess after this. I want her needy. Desperate. I want her to want more.”

If Kir had any complaint, or processed any of what had just been said, she made no comment, continuing to work at Rua with both her tongue and fingers. 

Rua’s breaths became more ragged, and she swore a few times, pulling Kir’s head with both hands into her, threatening to suffocate her. Kir continued her work, not letting up, working her fingers faster and faster in a higher and more focused thrust until finally, Rua’s back arched. Her head flung backwards as her hips jogged up and down, an orgasm rippling out of her with ease.

“Keep at it,” Otter said. “Show my Silayan what you’re capable of.”

Those words spurred Kir onwards, who worked more frantically, running her tongue and hand with a more ragged, brutal pace as Rua twitched her way through an orgasm, only to have another crash through her. 

Otter felt it all through the link. Maybe not as intense, but still a pleasant sensation coursing through her, like a warm fire in her body after a long day out in a cold storm. 

“Keep going,” Otter said through clenched teeth. “She has a third in her, she’s close. She’s so easy to set off.”

Rua gave Otter a panicked look, their eyes locking for just one moment, and Otter just gave her a devilish smile. 

Kir brought her through a third, and without any instruction, managed to draw out a fourth before Rua flopped onto the bench uselessly, unable to move save for a few twitches. Otter had to forcibly pull Kir away, and even then, she returned after only a brief moment to clean up the wet mess along Rua’s thighs and pussy with her tongue, no instruction or command needed.

“Eager,” Otter commented.

“And a quick learner,” Sami added.

Kir slowly came out of her trance, coming back to herself, the haze of lust that had overcome her wearing off. She blinked, turning around, and looked at both Sami and Otter, alternating who had her attention.

“Did… did I do good?”

Otter ran her fingers through Kir’s hair affectionately, her anger and annoyance with this woman forgotten. “You did nicely. Just ask Rua.”

Rua, for her part, managed to raise one hand up weakly, palm out. Otter gave it a quick slap in a high five.

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