sevikas_princess

The first time you meet Sevika, you consider it a...change in fate. You were fifteen, lounging in bed, when a rough, soft voice echoed in the kitchen. Your father had never brought over company; something in you believed that after your mother left, he simply found it difficult to bring people around. When you stalked down the wooden stairs, you sat on top, fingers tracing over the cracks on the floor.

You only saw Sevika from behind. Her hair was somewhat longer than it is now, and she had fewer muscles but still looked strong. She walked as if life itself was already too heavy for her, and as your father offered a seat at the dining table and rambled, her eyes moved to the stairs. You were covered by the darkness of the hallway, and to this day, you’re not sure if she saw you.

But you did look into her eyes, nearly losing yourself in the stark, cold grayness of their eyes. Your eyes raked over every crevice of her body, staring at her nose, the marks on her brown skin, and her arm. Her mechanical arm. You admired the shine on the metal and how it glowed softly, before letting out a soft huff of steam.

Sevika was the reason for your interest in all things mechanical. Throughout the seconds, minutes, hours, days, and weeks you spent thumbing over metal parts, you wondered about her. How her arm felt, how she maneuvered herself, and if she felt the phantom sensation of her arm despite it being gone.

You enjoyed thinking about her. Maybe a bit too much.

Around your eighteenth birthday, a month after you started an apprenticeship, in some underground mechanic shop, your father started talking about Sevika. He’d mention her in tidbits because, despite having always wanted to leave Zaun, it was more like a dream for people, an achievable goal. His best friend for three years, he said.

The reason he had a job after, the last one threw him out. You never really asked about his work, but when he mentioned her name, you finally asked. A rather guilty expression turned in his face, and he gave you a sad smile, “Just this and that.” He replied, and then he’d talk about her. When he showed you a picture of her, you stared at the picture for the longest time.

She looked different. Older, more handsome, and beautiful, like the years have done her better than before. You focused on the smile lines of Sevika’s face, and how it seemed to be turned into a scowl, and your favorite, her grey eyes. You can now describe the feeling of seeing Sevika as the daze your body has when you’re drunk, and trying to sleep—like your body is out of control and everything you feel seems to be slipping through your fingers.

“Do you ever show her pictures of me?” You asked, and he paused for a second, thinking and thinking.

He nodded, “Yeah, I showed her the picture Cleo took when you started working,” and he perked up, taking out a photo of you holding a torch, standing next to a small robot, on a table with an awkward smile painted on your face.

Sevika comes over the next day, per your father's request. As you’re plating everything, making sure every piece of food looks edible and presentable, the click of the front door rings, and a set of heavy boots softly thud, before they come to a halt behind you. You figure it was your father, but when you turn, grey eyes stare back at you.

Your body froze, fingers twitching, and you never moved from your spot, the heat of the plates softly burning your skin. You found it even harder to breathe as she looked at you, and a feeling of unease washed over your body. How can someone whom you’ve barely even met make you feel so...dizzy?

So not in control of anything, not even your breathing, and the mechanical functions of your body. From the other end of the house, your father closes a door, and he’s nearly dashing to Sevika, “You made it.” He gleamed, and she looked at him, as a smirk slowly curled in her lips, showing you a tiny gap between her teeth.

For a second, you wondered how her mouth tasted. How she’d kiss...was she rough? Soft? Do her hands wander as she holds you? Your throat bobbed, saliva pooling in your throat. “Dad, food is done.” You say, voice coming out a little cracked.

Your father’s smile widened, and he rushed to your side, hugging you, “My daughter, the one I always talk about.”

Sevika hummed, “Looks like you.”

“You think so?” Your father responds, though a faint redness can be seen on his face, “The light of my life.”

“Dad.”And he stopped, as he steered Sevika to the dining table, then helped you set it. You watched Sevika, from your peripheral view, while your father spilled his guts as he poured amber liquid into his and Sevika’s cup. He loosened, and somehow Sevika did too.

They spoke about random crap, you did not care much for, often only listening to the small references of the bar in the Lane district. When the metal bottle was finally empty, your father’s eyes were red and lidded, barely opened. He wobbled and wobbled until you had to help him into his room. His soft snoring rang in every direction.

Sevika barely moved, and from the end of the stairs, you stared at her back, waiting. She rose slowly, making the wooden chair scrape against the floor, and you walked behind her, fingers ghosting over her body until she took a step back, falling into your hands. Her head snapped to you, and she gave you a smirk, “Trying to...catch me, kid.”

And you nodded, moving her to the worn-out couch, nearly falling on top of her when she let go of her weight, pulling down with her. You pulled your arm from behind her, letting her arm rest around your neck, nearly pulling you into her body. Her head rolled from side to side, and she stayed still for a moment, breathing, turning soft and even.

You lingered next to her, nose pushing into her clothing, smelling smoke and liquor. Your hand brushed around her metal arm, extending until you poked and prodded around, nearly feeling the drumming of the machine underneath your skin. And you touched everywhere, finally looking at her face.

You knew there was something wrong with you. You couldn’t bring yourself to feel guilty about it that day. Your lips brushed against her temple, clothing rustling, while Sevika softly breathed. And your lips trailed down her cheek, until they touched her lips. A soft sigh fell from your throat, and you pressed again, and again.

Heat curled around your body, spine turning taunt with bliss. A small grunt echoed out of her body, and you pressed your body against hers, nearly letting your weight fall, trying to feel every inch of her skin on your own. You stayed there for minutes, until it turned into an hour, hearing the soft thud of her heart.

Your father kept bringing Sevika over, but you tried to avoid her. You pushed yourself into work, spending most of your time at the shop. Sometimes you wouldn’t even go home, only spending an hour or two in the afternoon to cook something for your father, then rushing outside. You jumped from shop to street, lounging around, avoiding the memory and the flashes of guilt.

There were times you’d walk home, and they’d be there, but you’d rush past them, taking a shower and pushing your body to sleep. And that kept going, while your curiosity about her never dulled. Around your twentieth birthday, two days afterwards, Sevika comes to Cleo’s shop.

You were mostly focused on an order for a magnet glove when Cleo passed by with a mechanical arm in her hand. It was a silver one, the one she had been working on in her spare time for those who came looking for such a thing. She smiles at it, pale cheeks turning slightly pink.

You only really got up when a strong, deep voice called out her name. They spoke for a few seconds, and you inched closer just near the wall opening, catching a glimpse of a large back and short hair pulled into a ponytail—exactly like Sevika’s, that was your first thought.

Cleo turned, pointing to the mechanical arm and the woman’s arm. “C’mon, Sevika, I worked really hard...at least try it.”

You stood on the other end of the wall, listening to the slow murmur of their conversation and the occasional hums and words falling from Sevika’s lips. You found her demeanor to be still as rough as before and yet...you couldn’t stop thinking about her. In an odd way, you found the soft roughness of her voice soothing, like a lullaby or the rumbling of the city, that lulls you to sleep.

“Does she come here often?” You asked Cleo two hours after Sevika left.

Cleo looked at you for a second, brown eyes narrowing, and she tilted her head, “Sevika?” You nod, and she moves from the table, giving you a small shrug. “Sometimes. Why?”

“I think my dad works with her…” You murmur, tightening the screw of a lamp. The light flickers on it, and it blinks white for a second before turning yellow, “What does she do?”

Cleo pauses, “She’s Silco’s right-hand.”

“The…” The words die in your throat before you can say crime lord, or anything that represented the many rumors you’ve heard. The Eye of Zaun. The Industrialist. You heard stuff about him and about Sevika, too, though you always left or rushed out before they could ever keep uttering nonsense. But maybe they were telling the truth.

“Yes.”

Much of what you learn about Sevika was because of Cleo. Sometimes she’d throw in a piece of information like the explosion that caused her to lose her arm, or about her strong personality, and rumored preference for women. You’d be lying if you said you never imagined her, next to you while you slept. It made you lose your mind, just how easily she took over your head.

When you showered, you could almost always faintly hear her behind you. The ghosting press of her arm against your skin, until you bend down, cheek pressed against the tile, and mouth her name. Sometimes when you lie in bed, staring at the broken, half-fixed ceiling, she’d appear in the corner of your eyes. A cigar in her mouth, smoke curling around her while you slowly stripped, legs open, waiting for her to move.

You walk into Cleo’s shop around nine in the morning. About two days after you asked Cleo about Sevika’s work. You find her, looking through spare parts, while the summer heat blares through the dirty windows, shining on the table.

“I heard Sevika works at that bar...The Last Drop?”

Cleo pushes a crushed arm out of her way before humming, “Yeah, at Lane district...talking about Last Drop, there’s a delivery arranged. You want to try taking it?”

“You trust me that much now?” You ask, with a small smile, grabbing your coat and the special badge Cleo carries around.

She scoffs, “Can’t have you holed up here all the time.” She disappears into the back room, before she’s coming back out with a box and a small bag. “Delivery, and look for one of the working girls called ‘Pinky’ and check the wiring in her leg.”

You nod, taking the box and the bag. “I’ll try to last too long.”

“You work hard. Get yourself a drink.” And you smile at her words, before leaving the shop. The heat crackled against your skin, and sweat poured down your temple as you walked through the damp sewer system and the old buildings. The smell of the street is a mix of oil and something putrid, but it cuts the forty-five-minute walk into twenty-five.

When you arrive at The Last Drop, there are people outside, and you can hear the jeers and yells. There’s a small amount of sweat sliding down your head into your back, and you walk inside, nose crunching at the smell of cigarettes and sweat. You move through bodies before spotting your father towards the back, at a card table, while Sevika deals.

Her mechanical fingers flip the cards, passing them out at such speed you can’t follow along. Your father smiles next to her, and she’s smoking, a smirk painted on her lips. You stare at the table for a second, a part of you hoping he’d see you. 

You walk away from the crowded front, before your father looks up, and you hand the box to a short, stout woman before asking for “Pinky.” She points to some doors, and the lights flicker as you rush through them. 

You’re not prepared to see women pampering themselves, fixing their hair, and changing with each other while the smell of floral perfume lingers in the air. Some of them are naked, some are wearing pretty lingerie, hair puffed up with red lips, and pretty eye shadows. Their eyes land on you, a moment of awkwardness at your sudden appearance. 

Perhaps this is the type Sevika likes. Pretty and pampered, someone who smells of coconut, and paints their cheeks. A rush of jealousy curls against your spine. “Is Pinky here?”

A young woman moves from a closet, with bright pink long hair and a mechanical leg on one side. “Cleo sent you?”

“Yes,” And you wiggle the bag in the air as she signals for you to walk to her. You move past the pretty girls, eyes lingering on their outfits and the way they murmur with each other. Pinky walks you to another connected room, and she sits down, pulling a fluffy coat to her body.

You open the bag, your hands landing on screw drives and whatever equipment Cleo nudged inside the bag. “What’s wrong?”

Pinky shrugs, “The big toe won’t flex,” and you watch as the faux mechanical toes all move, except for the big one. You kneel in front of her, fingertips gliding along the cool metal and black wiring, lining down to her metal ankle.

You work on the wiring, making Pinky flex and move, until you’re halfway done. The click on the door is soft, and it opens, and from behind you, Pinky smiles. Her cheeks turn red, nearly matching the color of her lips. “Sevy, have you come to greet me? Lost the game?”

You try not to look behind you, and you pace yourself while Pinky talks, and the thud of Sevika’s shoes steps behind you. Sevika’s voice rings behind you, and she feels so close, you’re sure if you step back, you’d collide with her. “No, I’m here to make sure everything is alright.”

You hold your breath, “Finished. Try not to get the wiring wet for at least a day. The drying coat needs time to settle in.”

“Something happened to the leg?” Asks Sevika, and she walks to your side, while you move in the opposite direction, hiding your face.

Pinky hums, “Malfunction or something. Nothing new.”

You’re quick to grab your bag, and you’re moving to leave until a hand curls around your arm, and you’re twirled around, back hitting a table, knocking a bottle over. The push pulls a gasp out of you, and you’re staring into Sevika’s grey eyes, while she’s looking into yours, eyes narrowed. There’s a cigarette in her mouth, and the light gleams red, so fucking close to your face.

“Y/N…” She murmurs, and it comes out so soft and deep, like she’s begging you. Like you’ve known and talked to each other for years, like she’s done something wrong, and needs you to forgive her. A sliver of ash falls from her cigarette as your mouth opens. You try to say something, but nothing comes out.

From the corner of your eye, Pinky is leaning back into her seat, “You two know each other?”

“Yes”

“No.” You respond, and your voices mingle with each other, answering Pinky at the same time. Sevika’s eyes twitch, and her hands feel so warm on your skin, as if she’s rubbed them together or hovered them over a fire. It’s electric. “Let me go.” You whisper, the words ringing between you and her.

Her hands drop, and your skin turns cold. A part of you misses the warmth. The jolt of heat that rushed through your spine when her fingers touched you. You ducked your head, avoiding eye contact until you walked outside the bar, finally taking a breath.

Sevika comes back the next day, early in the afternoon, when Cleo is out and about trying to haggle for mechanical parts in the south of Zaun. You clean the shop, though not many come through, except for the couple of people who had a previous arrangement with Cleo and fixed their issue with you. You’re handling a mechanical eye that gleams bright red before the little bells on the door ring.

You don’t pay much attention to the door, gloved hands placing the eyes in an enclosed compartment. “There’s no mechanical replacement available today...only scheduled pickups.”

“How about a checkup?”

You twirl around, nearly dropping the box, as you see Sevika. “Cleo didn’t mention you’d come.”

She moves from the foot of the door, her red shawl moving with each movement, and the thud of her shoes makes goosebumps rise on your flesh. She smiles at you, though it almost seems kind of mocking. “We’ve known each other for years...I thought I’d be given a better response yesterday.”

You press your lips to a thin line, “I was working.”

Her head tilts, “So you avoided me?”

Your throat bobs, and you place the compartment down, wiping your hands, before taking out a seat at the table. “I wasn’t trying to avoid you. I just...I didn’t want to intrude between you and your gir—”

“Friend,” Sevika interjects, and she stops in front of you, eyes raking over your frame before taking a seat at the table, legs spread open. “She’s my friend. Nothing more.”

There’s a brief silence in which you simply stare at her, then at her arm. “What can I do for you?”

Her eyes narrow, and she licks her lips, “Just maintenance. Check the wiring. Make sure everything is good.”

You move from the table, feeling Sevika’s eyes laser-focused on the back of your head. Since that day, each of your actions has been calculated. You think extra hard before even moving left or right, trying to avoid the rumble of guilt and the feeling of mistake. With each pacing second, you feel as though Sevika is shining a giant light on you, while you’re in a dark room watching you, waiting for a reaction.

When you walk back to the table, you put down Cleo’s bag, opening it to find the usual items, to pry Sevika’s mechanical arm open. “Since you’ve been avoiding me, you’ll have to make it up to me...I don’t think your father would be too happy to know you’re being mean to me.”

Your eyes flicker to hers, looking back down as you reach for her arm. The metal is cold, with colors of dark green and rust, while a bright purple radiation gleams from the inside. Her metal fingers are sharp and long, bigger than her flesh fingers. “How?”

Her shoulders shrug, “I don’t know. Maybe you will have to show me the stuff you’ve built. Maybe you will do me a favor…I’ll tell you later. You building anything new here?”

“Something's...here and there. Nothing interesting.” You respond, and you take your time checking the wiring on her mechanical arms. When you’re finished, your fingers rake over the metal work, praying into the small empty spaces between the metals. Just like before. “Though I’ve fixed a couple of mechanical and shimmer-powered arms.”

“Do they ask for you specifically?”

You shake your head, “No. My work is not that well-known…”

When you look up, her grey eyes are dilated, darkness eating her grey irises, and her chest heaves up and down, breathing shallow. And you realize that your tendency to run away from Sevika isn’t because of her, but rather because of your lack of self-control.

When she’s near, you run on impulse. Searching and searching for her to give you a reaction, a sliver of attention. Anything that tells you that she sees you. That she needs you. “You have a beautiful arm…” You whisper to her, and her lips part for a second. With Sevika, it’s as if your brain refuses to calculate. You have to act.

You grab onto the hand of her arm, and you spread her metal fingers pressing them against your cheek, until you shudder, and it’s as if you’ve dunked yourself in cold water. Sevika’s fingers flex, and they latch onto your cheek, thumb pressing into your skin. “Y/N…”

She says your name as sweetly as she did the day before. Soft and pulled slowly from her lungs, each syllable dripping with heat. You hum, eyes flutter while you nuzzle your cheek into the cold metal. “Are you worried about hurting me? It feels nice.”

Sevika is frozen. Transfixed. Like if her brain is taking its time processing your actions, trying to make sense of you. The metal twitches, digging into your skin, and you press into it until a sliver of pain shoots down your spine, and you softly hiss. 

The pressure of her metal finger pulls away, quickly and roughly, accidentally slicing a line into your skin. It takes a second for your cheek to feel cold and damp. “Jesus,” Sevika breathes, and she’s moving, eyes searching for a towel or anything, while your finger touches the small wound, a sliver of red gleaming on your fingers. 

You barely have any time to react to it before she’s tilting your head, pressing a napkin into it. “Your father will be pis—”

“Do you only date the women you work with?” Your throat bobs, hand flying to clutch the red shawl, and her jean blood mixing in with the material. You swear you feel her warm skin through her washed-out jeans.

Sevika says nothing, while your words echo in the shop. And she blinks at you, before the skin of her cheek twitches. “What did you say?”

You don’t understand if her question is rhetorical or if she really didn’t hear you, but you repeat the question, while the material of the napkin is pressed on you. “Do you only date the women you work with?”

“Your father and I ar—”

“My question has nothing to do with my father. Do you?”

She maneuvers your hand to press on the napkin, and she takes a step back. Your hand falls from her shawl, and she turns, footsteps ringing as she walks away from you, hand flexing next to her. They open and close, forming a fist, and as the bell of the door dings, Sevika disappears.

You whisper her name into the air later that day. You sink into your fingers, face pressed into your ugly green pillow, muffling your whimpers and choked sobs, while you think about Sevika. Each scenery is filthier than the last.

Her using you in each room of The Last Drop, you sitting on her lap, belly full with her faux cock while she plays a poker game, her keeping you naked in her work office, ready to relieve her stress anytime she’d ask. Each scenario replaying over and over, while you thumb your swollen, puffy clit, wishing she could see you.

You don’t work the next day; instead, you lounge around the house, itching to fix anything mechanical, anything that reminds you of Sevika’s arm. A friend of yours comes around when your father is gone, and he sits on the old couch, “So you and me, equals Last Drop, tonight.”

“I thought you had no money.”

He shrugs, “Poker game tonight. I feel lucky, and yes, I checked that your father isn’t working tonight. So no hiding.”

You sit next to him, old boots pressing into the space under the table, “What are you betting in your poker game?”

“I heard Sevika is playing tonight, so...maybe my board, but the one that glows. Looks expensive, but really it’s cheap.”

“Me.”

Your friend quirks his eyebrows, “Huh?”

“Bet me. Don’t bet your hoverboard. I offer myself as the...money tonight.”

He laughs, and laughs, rolling in place, and wiping away a tear while you stare at him. When he stops, he realizes you aren’t fucking around, and his throat bobs. “Are you...serious?”

“Yes,” You breathe out, excitement drumming through your veins, nearly envisioning Sevika in front of you. You argue with him for a good hour about the novelties and the ethics and whatnot about his betting you in a poker game. Something about his consciousness not allowing him, until you spill about Sevika.

When he finally understands, he leans back into the couch, nails drumming on his paint-stained pants, “And if she doesn’t win?”

“She will.”

You pray on your word, though you aren’t the religious type. When the sky gets darker, and your father comes home, immediately dropping his things at the foot of the door and dashing to bed, you begin to change. Some of your prettier clothing, with some makeup, highlighting your eyes.

Your friend picks you up an hour later, and you both walk outside of The Last Drop, watching bodies spill outside the door. You wade through the sea of bodies, the smell of chemicals, smoke, and ash hanging in the air. You’re pushed and moved until your friend walks to the poker table, Sevika’s eyes land on yours, and your friend is quick to sit down and curl his arm around your waist.

“My girl wants to be tonight’s money…” He says with a soft purr in his voice. Eyes rush from him to you, and the men jeer and smile, while your eyes linger on Sevika. “Will that be an issue?”

They all shake their head, “Finally, something worth losing an arm and a leg.” One of them says, eyes raking over your body. Sevika says nothing, and she deals the card, lighting a cigarette. They pass and pass cards, throwing in odd words, until your friend sighs.

There’s a dejected look that passes through their eyes, and their eyes brush over to you, until your friend leans back, a faint smile on his lips as he looks up at you, “House wins.”

When you look at Sevika, she’s staring at the table, while the players grumble in defeat. Her eyes flicker to yours, and you smile. Got you.

You go back to the bar, feeling the warmth of a familiar body, and coldness seeps into your skin as Sevika wraps her metal fingers around your wrist. “Walk.”

People part for her as she walks through the crowd, some eyes following her movement, before she walks up a pair of stairs, and you’re following her. The paint of the walls changes, and a myriad of doors decorate them. She pushes one open, closing it when you make it inside, letting go of your hand.

The room is prepared, with candles slowly flickering on the sides. “What were you thinking?” Sevika snarls, and she’s walking towards you as you back up, knees hitting the bed. “I could’ve lost, your little boyfriend could’ve lost, and what then? You’d call your father?”

You fall on the bed, tilting your head up to see her, “He’s not my boyfriend...and you’ve never lost.”

“Enjoy tonight...because this is the last time you’ll be here.”

Your eyes narrow at her words, teeth chewing the inside of your cheek, “Fine. I’m sure my friend or one of those poker buddies of yours will help me to enjoy my last night.”

Sevika’s nose flares a scowl painted on her face, and you get up from the bed, moving past her fingers on the doorknob before she pushes you to the wall, twirling you and moving you into the corner of the room. Her mechanic fingers reach your chin, squeezing your cheeks. “Don’t be a brat.”

A whimper falls from your lips, eyebrows knitted together, because she sounds so fucking mean in the best way possible. And her knee is slowly pressing in between your legs, rising to touch your needy cunt that flutters. You sharply inhale, “And if I am? What does...what does that have to do with you? Does having me...up against the wall turn you on?”

Sevika’s throat bobs, and her pupils are slowly dilating, top lip twitching. She’s mad, nearly fuming at your words, even though a flash of guilt passes through her face. “Y/N...don’t make me throw you out.”

“Does it?” You ask through a sharp gasp as her metal fingers tighten. Your spine is on fire, and you can faintly hear the rush of your blood against your own ears. “Maybe...maybe, you want to hear how I fuck myself thinking about you. Or that...I haven’t let anyone touch me since the day you got drunk at my house.”

Sevika’s eyes widen, a sharp inhale curling from your throat. “You­—”

A sharp knock echoes in the room, while Sevika stares at you, breathing through her nose. Her throat bobs, and you faintly smile at her, “Fuck me here. Doesn’t matter...if they’re outside, c’mon. Please.” You whine out the last word, and it seems to break her because she backs away nearly.

“Out.” The door is knocked on again, and she moves, pulling it open, and rushing past some woman, and an older gentleman, as they walk inside the room, eyebrows furrowing at you as you’re still pressed into the wall.

You don’t leave. You don’t even make it to the double doors before you’re hiding somewhere near your friend and some other people, watching Sevika drown herself in alcohol. Each wave of her hand was replied with a shot full of an amber liquid, and she’d look at it for a second before pouring it down her throat.

Satisfaction rushes through your skin, and somewhere along the night, bodies began to slowly disappear. You only move when Sevika gets up, wobbly walking with her head held high. And you follow her into the dingy bathroom, waiting for a second before you walk into it, tilting your body to look under the stalls, until you see her shoes peeking from the one in the end.

You knock on it, while different women come and go, giving you a half-dazed smile. “Sev...Sevika.”

She grumbles from behind the stall, and you rattle it until she opens it. Her back is against the wall, head in her hand, while she softly mumbles to herself. You near her, trying to hold her. “Let's take you home.” And she grunts.

For a second, you have a good hold on her, but the slippery floor makes your movement difficult, and Sevika moves, caging you against the bathroom wall, holding you hostage there. She’s got you pressed, and she’s looking down, with a half-lidded smile, strong arms slowly wrapping around your back.

“Sevika,” You call out, trying to keep your voice restrained. You can’t make the mistake as last time. You can’t take advantage of her like this.

She hums, right next to your ear, pressing her lips to the shell of your ear, tongue darting to the flesh, and you bite your lips as she nibbles. Your pussy pulses, pleasure rushing through your flesh with each lick. Her tongue pulls a whimper out of you, and your nails dig into her arm, pressing an indentation into her skin.

“Sound...pretty,” she says, words slow and slurred, “Should taste your cunt...right here...’m horrible. ‘m so—sorry...”

A tremble passes through your body, the words echoing against your skull. Slick pours from your pussy, and you’re sure you’ve never been more aroused in your life as the thought of Sevika just pushing you down and having her way with you brushes your brain.

Her apology is soft, though thickly laced with lust and need. But you try to force her back, and she grunts before pressing harder into you, knee jerking between yours. Her fingers clutch the back of your neck, forcing you to look up at her. “Sevika...stop it,” You hiss, trying again.

Her head bobs, eyes falling closed, and she leans in, just enough that you can feel her breath on your lips. You can see the pores in her face, and her lashes, and smell every shot she took. “’m older than your...father.” She mumbles out, lips pressing your cheek as you freeze. “But...I can...make your pussy feel good...swear. Good stamina...fuck you full.”

Your moan mixes with the sudden knock against the stall. A heat rushes through your stomach, while Sevika’s eyes flutter open, and she wobbles away from you, nearly hitting the toilet. You’re quick to wrap her arm around your head, pushing through your own needy haze. “I’ll take you home…” You begin, and her mouth opens before closing again. “I know...where you live.”

She grumbles, shaking her head, “Near...near here..far away.” and she repeats that as you haul her outside the bathroom, softly grunting when she presses half her weight on you. Your friend disappears, and you carry Sevika, sometimes swaying into a building and taking a breather before, walking again.

When you finally get her home, you’re quick to fetch a water bottle, and as you put it down on her nightstand, you see a picture. A picture of you, a small one, but not a recent one, like it had been taken some time ago. Your fingers thumb on the handle of the table, and when you pull, more pictures appear.

One when you’re eighteen, around the time you officially meet her, then a couple months later. One of you a day after your twentieth birthday, one of the following year, and then more and more, nearly filling the cabinet. The discovery is blinding because it means you’re not the only pervert between the two.

And you move from the nightstand, taking off Sevika’s boot, and her clothing, leaving her in underwear and a shirt, though your eyes impulsively stare at the line of hair streaming down from her belly button into her dark underwear. Your fingers press the material, feeling the muscles of her stomach through the fabric, and the softness of her breast.

Your nails trail down, passing where her hip bone is, down to her thighs. Then back up, until you’re touching her face, outlining her skin. You look through her clothing, smelling gunpowder and smoke on them, and just before you leave, you strip down to your bra and underwear.

You lie next to her, head nuzzled on the mass of her bicep, so close you can smell sweat, sandalwood, and gunpowder mixed in the coarse hairs under her arm. It’s intoxicating, better than anything you’d imagine, so so much better. A sigh falls from your lips, palm pressed to her stomach, and you push yourself, leaning until your lips touch hers.

“Sev…” You whimper into her skin, pressing down her side, and throwing your leg over hers. Sevika grunts as your hand pushes upwards, cupping her breast, and each soft thrust of your hip is torture. Each kiss is soft and chaste, as her chest rumbles and snores fall out of her.

You try to suppress your fucked-up urges, failing as your tongue darts to the corner of her mouth, sucking her bottom lip, and pushing to taste the liquor and smoke on her tongue. The room fills with your meek hiccups and moans. Sevika softly moans, pushing past her snore, hips jolting, each time your hand squeezes her boob.

You buck against her, pussy gliding against her hip bone, thinking about her fucking you full. “Daddy,” You hiccup wetly, clit twitching as you push down, thrusting your face into her axilla, and taking in every ounce of her scent.

The bed squeaks with each of your thrusts, and you’re so fucking close, heat stirring in your lower belly, while your clit grinds into Sevika’s body. The movement of her hand sliding on top of your thigh, mechanical hands squeezing your skin, is what sends you over the edge. And you pathetically hump her hip, nearly sobbing as you involuntarily open your mouth, drool sliding and covering your mouth and her armpit.

You lie there for an hour, quietly twitching, and hiccuping, feeling slick pour out of your cunt, until the bottom of your panties is wet. You nuzzle against her again, hands pressing under her shirt, touching her warm stomach, and gliding against her skin, just feeling her. You’re not sure what time you'll make it back home.

All you know is that you touch yourself again, this time one finger inside, curling it until you’re crying and calling out Sevika’s name, begging her to use your body, and to punish you for being disgusting. By two in the morning, you fall asleep with three fingers still inside, cheeks wet and panting.

The summer heat blared against each surface of the house. Cleo gives you a week off, something about it being too hot to make deliveries. You lounge around the house, working on your forgotten projects, until your father knocks on your door.

He opens, awkwardly standing there for a second. “Sevika will come to us to the cabin...I know I’m breaking tradition, but you sh—”

“Sure.”

He pauses, eyes slightly widening, before he smiles, “Really?”

You nod, eagerly, “Yeah, why not?”

“I thought you didn’t like her.” And he says that with a relieved sigh, “She can give you some pointers with the ladies...if that’s what you’re into...you know I support you.”

“I know, Dad. Does she know I’ll be there?”

He tilts his head, “Yeah, of course.”And he rambles on and on about his ‘younger’ self, and how he loved and loved, always having a girl on his arm. You leave the next day, just a couple of hours after packing your clothing. Each other is more revealing than the other.

Your leave Zaun, into the thick, dense woods of Borderland, and the world seems to shed that dark grey color infested over Zaun, into a soft blue and green. The Borderland was a midway place, filled with nature and green, unlike Zaun and Piltover. And through an arrangement, they left the place open, though no one can construct or alter the terrarium.

How did your father do it? Who the hell knows? The cabin is in the far back, near a hidden blue lake. It’s a stark, dark brown with log for walls, and a nice porch with a small swing. When you arrive, Sevika is at the front, a thick bag over her shoulder, while she smokes a cigarette. The sun reaches her boots, and she exhales, smoke curling in front of her.

“Though we’d beat you here.” Your father calls out. You follow behind, face growing hot, remembering every detail of the filthy things you did. Sevika’s eyes follow you before looking at your father, a grin moving to her face.

“Never, old man.”

And she walks behind you, until your father drops his bag on the couch. “Okay, so only two rooms. Sevika, you and Y/N can take the bigger room, and I’ll take the bed on the other side.”

“Dad, are you sure? Your back is n—”

“I’m sure”, and he waves you off, before grabbing his bag again and walking to the opposite side. You look at him with a sigh before walking away.

Sevika follows you to the end of the hall, and you push the door open, smelling wood and oil. A brief moment passes, and you let the silence linger. You wait for her to say something. To sneer at you or call you an impetuous brat, but instead she sets her things down and looks at the bathroom, inspecting every inch. Her eyes glide over your frame, and she’s moving out of the room, while you blink back tears.

Your father, bless his soul, takes no notice of the blooming tension between you both. He unloads the bags of food into the little fridge, humming to himself, while Sevika is outside, a beer next to her chair, as she stares at the dense, thick woods. “Honey, what should we eat today?”

You mumble out some bullshit answer, and he takes it. “We should put Sevika’s skill to the test.” He says, and you scoff.

“If she can cook, that is.” You lounge around in the basement, ignoring the heat building in your skin, flushing down your scalp, and down your spine. You imagine that the sky is dark, bruised blue, and you work through your old shitty inventions, twisting nails and metal, until it seems pointless.

The door of the basement clicks open, and you don’t look back, hands continuing to work on the little mechanical robot that flickers as you heat the wiring. The smells of smoke and dust.

“The food is done,” Sevika says, words echoing in the dark, dusty room. The yellow light above you flickers, and you bite your tongue, trying to stay civil.

“I’m not hungry.” You say, breathing even. “I’ll eat later.” And the robot flickers again, before finally lighting up, pixelated eyes blinking at you. From behind, Sevika walks to you, though you don’t pay attention, not until your elbow clashes into her stomach.

Before you turn, she bends down, wrapping her metal fingers around your neck and tightening them until you gasp. “Sevi—”

“Either you come up and eat...and I forgive that stunt you pulled at Last drop and when you dropped me off, or I bend you over my lap until your ass is purple, drag you to your father and explain to him why his pretty daughter came home late that day.”

And her fingers tighten again, digging into your skin while heat pools in your lower back and your pussy throbs, nerves eating every rational thought. Your lips part, a needy whimper coming out instead of a coherent answer, and Sevika clicks her teeth in disappointment. You try again, head bobbing while slowly beginning to feel dizzy and soft around the edges.

“Atta girl,” Sevika purrs, loosening her hold, but leaning down and pushing her tongue inside you. She tastes every inch of your mouth, licking the underside of your tongue, then sucking on it, humming in satisfaction as you mewl around her tongue. When she pulls back, your eyes are lidded, and a line of spit connects you to her lips. “You’re not going to disappoint daddy, are you?”

And you shake your head, wetly gasping when her hand falls, and oxygen finally flows to your brain. She smiles at you, patting your head, and leaves while you stare at the wall. You vibrate in place, trying not to cum untouched, clit pulsing against the material of your pants.

You’re not going to disappoint, Daddy, are you now

You walk in measured steps, holding onto the wall, head swimming with each movement. When you walk outside, you put on a smile, taking the plate Sevika gives you. You look at her, waiting for something, anything, despite your father being mere inches away, and she knows this because she points to a chair next. Go. A command.

When you sit down, she’s in the opposite chair, right in front of you, while your father is next to her. He’s mumbling about memories. And then he perks up, slapping his knee. “Come on, Vika, give my little girl some pointers from your younger days.”

She smiles, “Younger days? Are you calling me old?”

“Come on, you’ve had your share of beauties, years before my daughter was born.” He replies with a laugh, while the fire crackles and there's a howl of cicadas ringing in the night.

Sevika hums, reaching into the space in the enclosed fire pit, picking up her box of cigarettes. “You’re right...about fifteen maybe sixteen years before she was born. I even helped build Cleo’s shop…” and she says it all in a low drawl, while your pussy drips, and you bite back a whimper. Your thighs clamp up, and her eyes flicker down, before looking back up.

“I don’t think...I need advice.” You grumble out, though your voice sounds cracked, and your breathing too calculated.

“No?” She asks, lighting her cigarette, “Your little girl must already have someone.” And at her words, your father’s head snaps to you in surprise.

“Do you?”

You laugh, shaking your head, “No. No, I just don’t have any interest in a relationship.”

“At all?” Your father asks, and your eyes flash to Sevika, her grin falling into a calm, lax face. There’s no expression on her face, but she’s taking her mechanical arm against her thigh, and the end of her cigarette glows.

Maybe Sevika isn’t the relationship type. Maybe she has no actual interest in someone who’s figuring herself out, in such a measured pace, it seems like you’re moving backwards. Maybe this is just...lust and a primal need to satisfy her. “I haven’t found anyone who likes me…for me.” You say with a small smile, and you shrug, “Maybe I’m just meant to be alone.”

Your father shakes his head, “Don’t even worry about that. I’ll take care of you, my firefly.” His words are slurred, and the can of beer in his hand holds nothing but air.

Sevika helps you put your father in his bed, but she doesn’t say anything for a long time as you both enter the room. She lingers around, hand shaking on her lap, and she looks at you with her eyebrows knitted together. “I like you.” You say, “This isn’t about...sex or needing to prove something. You’re a dedicated person, and loyal...your work with Silco doesn’t matter to me. I like you regardless...What I did was…” Your voice trails off, a lump building in your throat.

Sevika stands up, eyes trained on you, and she takes a step towards you, just near the edge of the bed, as you stand in front of the door. “Your father would never forgive me.”

You give her a dry laugh, “Is that what bothers you? The fact that he’s your best friend?”

There’s a low hum from the air that swirls around you both, cutting through the tension. The distant chirp of cicadas hurls in your ear, and you stand still for the longest, unsure if you’re about to pass out from the palpitation of your heart or the silence from her end. “We can forget about this…” and you swallow the lump in your throat and every trace of Sevika’s tongue on your mouth.

“I can’t…” Her tone is soft, and she takes another step until she’s right in front of you, and her arm quietly steams, hissing into the air.

“You can’t what? Forget about what we’ve done or the fact that my father is your best friend?”

You barely breathe, even when Sevika drops her head on your shoulder, knocking you back into the door. The smell of sandalwood and smoke lingers in her hair, and she’s breathing right in your ear, as if she’s been punched, each breath labored and pulled.

“Both...both,” she whispers, a second rushes by filled with nothing but your mingled breaths, until she pulls her head away, hands cupping your face. “But asking your father for forgiveness is easier than regretting not doing this.”

Sevika turns her head, pressing herself into you, lips attached to yours. There’s an odd sweetness mingled in it, not like the filthy one she had given you; this is something more than that. Something akin to love. Her metal arm slides to the small of your back, pulling you to her body, spurring a whine from your lips.

In the midst of her kissing you as if you’re about to disappear, you barely realise she’s maneuvering you away from the door, hauling you to her lap, while she sits on the bed. She nibbles on your lower lip, wetting your bottom lip, while her metal fingers press into your skin.

You follow her moments, whining sweetly into her mouth as her tongue finally opens yours. Sevika licks your tongue, then your molars, touching every inch, until the air in your lungs disappears. Sevika kisses you with urgency, “’m weak for you.” She gasps into you.

And you pull away for a second, admiring the greyness of her eyes, and the slight red blush on her cheeks, “Do you love me?”

Sevika nods, eagerly, chasing your lips for a second kiss. “I do...I do.” You mewl into her mouth, and she pushes you to the bed, never breaking the kiss. She suffocates you, laying her weight on you, while her knee presses between yours. She breaks away, peppering kisses along your cheek, slowly traveling down to your neck, licking at your sensitive skin.

Each touch has you hips jerking into the material of her jeans, pressing your clothed cunt into her thigh. Each drag is unbelievably sending heat through your stomach, pushing out tiny mewls and whimpers. It’s borderline embarrassing. The mere action of Sevika’s lips on your skin is enough to pull such needy and whiny sounds.

“Tried to keep away from you.” She murmurs, face pressed into the material of your shirt, and she bunches it up until she can freely kiss your belly, “...really tried.”

Sevika tugs your shorts off until your underwear comes into view. She takes a minute before pressing her face down, groaning, tongue darting to the indentation marking your cunt. A gasp rings in your ear, and she’s yanking you to the end of the bed, down on her knees while her hands slide to the back of your thighs.

Your belly swoops, while blood rushes through your ear, eyes lidded as Sevika licks you through the underwear, sucking your clothed clit with a groan. You can feel her flatten her tongue, slick mixing in with her saliva as she sucks and licks you. “Vika...feels good.”

She hums, finally pulling down your wet underwear, slick, connecting your pussy to it. You feel her hands on your thigh, metal fingers digging into your skin, and she kisses along the inside of your thigh. Teasing and teasing, while your cunt pulses and your skin prickles.

Tears prickle the corner of your eyes, and you blink them away as the slow rush of warmth drips around your senses. You suck in a deep, sharp breath when Sevika presses down, giving your clit a soft kiss. And she does it again, and again until you're twitching, fingers fisting the bed sheets. The ceiling appears and disappears in your vision, as a sudden ache makes your pussy drip. 

When Sevika finally licks your cunt, your body loses composure, and your foot softly kicks out. A loud moan leaves your lips, eyes fluttering as Sevika pulls your legs to her shoulders, nearly locking your ankles. “So good,” she slurs, parting your folds and licking from your sopping hole to your clit. 

She gives the swollen buds kitten licks, humming each time you moan, or your hips flex into her face. “fucckk,” You whimper, low and needy, “let...let me fu–fuck your face. Please, please.” And Sevika presses into your pussy, sucking on the swollen bud, breathing in your scent of skin and sweat. 

She wiggles her face for a second, fingers pressing your hip down, and a sudden fullness lingers in your lower belly. It’s soft and aching, making a squelch ring into the air. Her soft groan sends a vibration rippling through your body, finally pulling out a needy, choked sob from your system, and Sevika slides in another finger. 

She slides them in and out of your walls, making your back lift off the bed when she finally curls them, hitting a spongy spot that has you bucking into her. “Sev…sev,” You call out, name rushing out of your mouth like some sacred mantra over and over again. 

Your brain has turned into much, grinding back into her mouth, chasing the fuzzy that has curled around the edges of your brain. Drool slides down your chin, and tiny “ah ah ah” s rush from your mouth. Sevika fucks her tongue into you, curling her fingers, stroking at the spongy spot until it feels as though you’re about to pee on her. “Nnghh fuc–fuck, sev…’m close.” 

A shudder rushes through your body, heat swarming into your lower belly. Your hand flies to her hair, pushing her down, while your hips jolt down, moving to ride her face. Loud, high-pitched moans leave your lips, and Sevika savors your pussy, lapping like it’s her last meal. 

Her tongue suckles at the bud, and for a second, she pulls back, taking a deep breath. You look at her through lidded eyes, your mouth open in an “O” shape. She spits on your pussy, clear white string falling from her tongue, and she goes down again. She moans into you, and when her tongue flicks your clit, and you feel the faint rush of her teeth against the bud, you explode. 

Your back arches of the bed, muscles twitching, making the skin of your thigh move, involuntarily. Each second is filled with warmth that makes your body shudder, spurring fat tears until you’re streaming down your cheek. Your hips jolt in place, breasts bouncing with each movement while Sevika’s tongue flutters up and down. Your whimpers fall continuously, quiet gasps filling the room. 

When you finally come back from the high, Sevika is pressing soft kisses on your belly, chin wet, eyes lidded, and pupils blown. You can almost see your reflection in the black, swallowing her irises. “Want…” You whimper, trying to move your muscle, “want to…make you feel…god.”   

Your cunt is pulsing, slick, lubricating down the coarse hair and the inside of your thighs. Your fingers slide into Sevika’s hair, softly pulling her to your face. “Please,” you slur out, pressing a kiss to her. You can feel her smile against your lips. 

“My pretty girl,” She purrs, “C’mon then.” And she’s standing up, moving around her bag. Clothes still on. Your skin feels like it’s on fire, nearly vibrating, and you’re quick to take off your shirt, throwing it somewhere around the room. 

The room stills, and you’re nearly leaping off the bed as you watch Sevika shrug off her clothing and clasp a harness on her waist. Shimmer strap. God, Sevika is about to fuck you with a shimmer strap. You feel so fucking lightheaded it’s almost insane. The faux cock attached to it has smooth ridges; it begins to glow a soft purple, the color imitating even at the tiny slit on the cockhead. 

You pull off from the bed, while she adjusts herself, crawling to her on the floor, until she’s looking at you, a look of surprise on her face. You’re drunk off seeing her like this; above you, hair tusled and chest heaving up and down. “Open up for, daddy.”

You try to collect spit from your mouth, latching onto the cock, tongue, and feeling the soft, smooth ridges on the walls of your mouth. You suck, swallowing her down, hands on her thigh until your throat contracts and you pull away with a thick line of spit connecting you to the head. You’re greedy, a floaty feeling setting in the back of your mind. 

You push back, greedily sucking the underside of her cock, tonguing at the ridges until it beams purple, and a vibration rolls through Sevika. “Fuck…that’s it. That’s my girl.” She breathes, and you such on the shaft, licking up to the slit of her faux cock. A glob of purple glistens down from the slit, and you lick, tasting sweetness. 

The sensation of sevika in pleasure is intoxicating. You push down to the base of the cock, feeling the leather of the harness on your nose. Need and want rain on your body. You move back until the back of your head hits the wall, pulling Sevika with you, and you’re back swallowing her cock, and following your cheek, trying to force her to fuck your face. A choked groan leaves her lips, and you moan around her. 

You jerk back, staring up at Sevika, “Tck, is that all you got for daddy?” Sevika drawls, spit dribbles around the cock, mixed with the purple gleaming liquid. There's some on your fingers and your wet lips, mixing with your saliva. 

“Cum…cum on my face, please,” You whimper, “Please, daddy. Will you?” And Sevika’s eyes are staring at your own lidded ones, cheeks wet with tears, as you softly rock on the floor. 

She smiles, mean and cocky, “Go on then. Fuck your throat on daddy’s cock then.” Her hand yanks your face forward, shoving you down onto her cock, and it hits the back of your throat, until your hands are gripping her thighs. You scramble for purchase, tears streaming down, while spit dribbles, and breathing becomes secondary. 

Your head connects to the wall, thumping but not enough for pain to settle in your senses. She keeps you there, nose touching the coarse hair peeking from the harness. And your throat convulses around her cock, and slick pours from your pussy onto the floor. The heat of your mouth draws a moan from her, and your vision turns blurry with tears; the feeling of serenity washes over your body, turning you lax and dizzy. 

Sevika groans, loud and high-pitched, and she pulls her cock off, giving you a second before you’re chasing after it, panting like some dog in heat. A shudder rolls around you, and your tongue is slick with spit and shimmer. “Need,” You mewl out, sobbing into the air, as Sevika holds you back from her cock.

“C’mon, baby, behave.” She says, voice craking with a groan. 

“Please,” You slur, the words filled with need, as you chase after her, fingers into her thighs, and you lean forward, lapping at the tip. “Need it…n–need it.”

The cock twitches, and Sevika’s pushing it on your face, smearing shimmer and spit on your tear-streaked skin, “Need what,  baby?”

“You…need you.” Your words are barely audible, slurred and needy, “fuck me. Fuck me. Plea–please, use me…use me.”

“On the bed, baby.”

You scramble from the floor, whining as you pull away from her cock. Your knees scrape against the cold floor, wobbling with each step until you’re on your back, opening yourself for her. It’s filthy, the way you reach behind your legs, trying to pull your folds apart. 

Goosebumps erupt along your flesh, and she’s pulling your legs apart, holding you just halfway. Spit dribbles from her mouth down to your pussy, mixing with the shimmer of her cock. The shaft touches your cunt, gliding up and down your pussy, slowly rolling her hips, forcing a broken moan from your throat. 

You whimper as the head pumps into your clit, and your pussy flutters pathetically, the feeling of emptiness making you hiccup. She fucks into the swollen bud, bumping against it, while you try to take a deep breath, loins burning with need. “Ins–inside…” You breathe out, choked and whiny, “Daddy, inside…c’mon pleaseplease.”

Sevika stares at you like you were made for her–made to take her cock. She leans into you, swallowing your needy gasps, and pushing her tongue inside your mouth, and she likes your mouth open, her cock pushes inside. She pushes inside, halfway in, letting you sob into her mouth, before thrusting all in, swallowing your choked sob.

Your back arches off the bed, toes spreading out, while your nails scramble to grip her shoulders. The sensation of fullness makes your pussy flutter violently around her cock, and she’s moaning into your mouth, before pulling down, and pushing back inside, rushing through your walls. Your nails dig, and dig until you’re sure blood has somehow crossed above the surface. 

“Da–daddy,” You sob, body pinned to the bed, while the bed softly squeaks under the weight.

“What’s wrong…” Sevika hums mokinly, hips jerking back, until half of her cock is inside you, “Is daddy too rough? You begged for this, baby.”

The sheer feeling of her inside you makes your head spin. Your hip involuntarily jerks because you can almost feel how Sevika’s cock has stretched you. You squirm in place, and white-hot pleasure crushes you, as Sevika sinks her cock inside–in and out, rubbing along your walls, while a nasty, obscene squelch bounces around the walls of the cabin. 

She pulls back from your body, slowing down as she plants her on the floor, hitting one of your legs on her shoulder. You catch your breath, until she begins to move, the sudden, hurried pace, making you mewl. A ragged moan tears from Sevika’s throat as your mouth falls open, eyes crossing from the pleasure. 

“Just loud and messy for me. Is this how you wanted me to fuck you? Or do you need an audience?” Sevika rocks her hips forward, watching her cock disappear, while shimmer and your pussy juice makes an obscene ring on the base of the toy. “Bend you over the poker table, and make your friend watch your pussy open for me.”

A loud squeal rips from your throat because her filthy words and the press of her thumb on your clit, have you swimming. You nod, dumbly and with need. “Want–wanted you to fuck me…while they watched.” Each word is choked out, in rhythm with Sevika’s brutal thrusts. 

Her hips move, just enough to press deeper into you, and her thigh slaps against the cleft of your ass, “Greedy…” The sharp drill of pain against your spine is sudden. A smack on top of clit that has your pussy convulsing. It rips a wet sob from your lips, and her hands smack down again on the side of your thigh. “Say you're mine.” Each word is punched into your with a roll of her hips. 

You nod, tears falling down your clumped lashes, and you swallow down, “‘m yours”. The words ring in satisfaction, while Sevika’s hips snap faster, burying herself inside with a sharp groan. The faux cock twitches inside your walls, hitting that sweet spot. “‘m yours.”

“Atta girl,” And your stomach flips, nails curling into the bedsheets, while your belly swoops with heat. You’re dizzy, pulse beating violently under your skin, nearly making your bones rattle. “Gonna make you feel good…like I promised.”

Her words punch a broken noise from your throat, and she grinds the cock deeper with a wet, loud sound. Each roll pushes you forward, tits bouncing with each thrust. Your hips roll down, chasing Sevika’s cock with urgency, as your pussy aches, clit twitching with each jolt. “Cum…cum inside me… yours…wanna feel full, please–”

Her smile widens, a mocking grin on her face, “Should I? What am I going to say to your father when your belly starts to grow?” 

Oh god.

The bed squeaks again, and your pussy gushes around her cock. The feeling of warmth rolling down your body, making your thighs jerk, while a broken whimper falls. A pulsing feeling curls in your pussy, as Sevika continues to ram inside you, forcing blood to rush through your ears, and for a second, the world stills, silence falling in your ear. 

Your body jolts, and she’s ramming inside, forcing you to ride out your orgasm. You barely notice her open mouth, until you feel so so fucking full, you’re convinced your belly will burst. The fat tip of her cock, slams inside once more, and she gushes inside. “‘m yours,” you slur out, body still feeling as if you’re on top of a fluffy cloud. You say the words again, though they come out broken and unintelligible.

 Sevika leans down, with a groan, tongue scraping the shell of your ear, hip rolling once more, making you whimper. “Going to take you home with me…gonna tell your father you belong to me, want that, my pretty pet?” Her tongue licks your wet face, tasting the salt of your tears. “You don’t have a choice anyway.”

Warmth pools in your lower belly, and a broken moan settles from your lips. “Nngg–”

“Shh, it’s okay, ‘m going to take care of you.”

And you nod dumbly, brain still mushy and fried, too gone to think, beyond, “more, fuck me more, need, need”. You can feel when the shimmer drips from your pussy to the bed, pushing past Sevika’s cock. You can even feel when she pulls out with a wet sound, and when she spits on your pussy and pushes the shimmer back inside, two fingers digging into your swollen, abused cunt.

But you don’t feel when you fall asleep. Sevika cleans you up, taking you inside the shower, wetting every inch of you while you snore and softly twitch. She soaps up every crevice of your body, washing it away, then washing the shimmer from inside you.

Impulse rushes through her, and she thumbs at your swollen clit, rubbing slow circles around the bud, watching you give her soft whimpers. “Pretty.” When she carried you back to the bed, she dried you up, then washed herself. She doesn’t even dress you; she simply slips into some shorts and pulls you to her body. 

You wake up not from the brightness of the sun softly spilling inside the room, or by the chirp of the birds outside the cabin room. It’s by the pressure between your legs. When your eyes flutter awake, pleasure creeps through your tummy, and you’re on your back, while Sevika’s leg is hooked over yours and her pussy is pressed against yours. 

A whimper is spurred from your lips. “Sev..”

Her eyes flutter open, and she’s quick to clasp a hand over your mouth. “Don’t.” She breathes out, “How does it feel? Wanted to see how you felt when you used me to get off…”

You lie back down, while she bucks into your pussy, clit rubbing against hers, and you’re nearly passing out from the wetness that rushes to your ears. The orgasm that rolls through you is sudden and rushed, like it had been building all night. Your pussy pulses against her until she’s biting down on her lower lip, and she’s pushing down, making your foot kick. 

She stops, a grin settling on her face, as she falls next to you, hand on your twitching thigh. “You feel good?” You whisper to her. 

“Not as good as last night.” Your cheeks burn at her words, and you’re quick to turn and hide your face despite her rushing to hold you. Sevika presses behind your body, nuzzling her face into your neck. “C’mon, princess, you need to accompany daddy to greet your father.”

You shake your head, “Perv.”

A meek slap lands on your thigh, not hard enough to sting, just playful. “Up.”

The bathroom faucet rings in the bathroom while you brush your teeth. Sevika picks out your clothing and then hops inside when you’re finished. It’s around ten in the morning, when you both come out, and your father is already outside grilling breakfast. He doesn’t say anything when you both come out. 

He doesn’t even look you in the eyes, not until he’s handing you and Sevika a plate. “You know….I’ve been thinking about putting some kind of soundproof technology inside my room.”

“Oh god.”

“M-..stop..” Was the only peep she could manage, stomach rising and falling violently, against her own will, of course.

“Mmh, don’t be shy. I know you can use that voice. I know you want to.”

Right then and there, sevika made the horrible decision to peer her eyes down at you, catch a glimpse of your face—nose deep into her twitchy cunt—because lord knows she could not hold it in any longer.

A breathy, shaky whimper escaped her throat, and as soon as it slipped, she just couldn’t stop.

Moan after moan pushed from her lips, hips grinding circles over your face as her clitoris helplessly pulsated beneath the attention of your greedy tongue.

You giggled, the sound soon muffled by her hands pressing your head down further beneath her lips, and you quickly got the memo, repositioning to allow the tip of your tongue to drag over her fluttering hole, and slowly push in deeper.

The sound that sevika made next was intense, and you would be blatantly lying if you said it didn’t motivate you further as her thick, pretty fingers tangled in your hair, fisting tufts, and pulling whenever your nose just brushed her clit.

Nothing that left sevikas lips was intelligible, repeated strings of “ah ahh aah” filling the air in a constant pattern that fueled your desire to get her to finish on your lips.

Until her back arched, and the muscles in her thighs tensed, clasping around your head.

“Uh-fuck! Holy fuck—!”

And before you knew it, her warm, sticky release coated your lips, lapping down as much as you could before kissing up her sweaty abdomen, up her neck, and finally against her lips, having her taste herself off of you.

Your lips separated, a string of saliva pulling away with yours as a smirk curled up against your mouth.

“Don’t lie, Vika. You liked that.”

She could only offer a groan.

Hii….sorry if this is booty butt cheeks I’ve never written for sub anyone other than reader so🤣 don’t throw tomato’s at me

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