#chirara

Chiori felt the nekomata’s textured tongue begging entrance to her mouth, and she parted her lips to receive her. Sharp fangs brushed against her skin, not puncturing but putting just enough pressure to make her gasp. Kirara carefully slipped a finger under the woman’s choker, pulling her deeper into the kiss. She felt her moan against her as she licked down her jawline, careful not to agitate her delicate skin too much.

“Mmmm…who needs toys when they’ve got a youkai for a lover? Maybe you should put that wicked tongue of yours to better use…”

“Gladly,” she mewed in response. “I’m well known for my outstanding customer service, after all.” Slipping the knot of the other woman’s obi, she opened her kimono, bearing Chiori’s skin to the elements. She felt her shiver beneath her, and she offered her tails to keep her somewhat warm. The youkai wouldn’t lie – feeling the seamstress run her fingers through her fur felt incredible. Kissing down her belly, she looked up at her, emerald eyes glistening with anticipation. “Ready?”

“As I’ll ever be. Proceed,” she confirmed. Kirara started to lap between her thighs, the vibration of her purrs immediately causing Chiori to whimper. “Archons, Kirara…this feels so nice. I’ll have to steal you from Komaniya Express and hire you as my personal stress reliever.”

The nekomata was a sucker for praise, and the seamstress had come to know this well. Spurring her on, she whispered words of encouragement that made her tails twitch in her hand. “That’s right…oooooh, faster…work that tongue of yours. I know you can do it. Such a good little kitty…” Hungry for her reaction, she licked in broad, steady strokes, her purr at a fever pitch.

“Fuck…Kirara…right there…so close…” her grip tightened on the girl’s tails, sending a jolt down the youkai’s spine as she brought her girlfriend to orgasm. Chiori pet her hair as she caught her breath, soothing the both of them. The nekomata’s tails danced against her fingers, begging for more.

“It’s a good thing no one is around to see us because I don’t know how I could keep my reputation if anyone witnessed what I’m about to do to you after that,” the seamstress murmured. “Switch places with me.”

Ever the obedient youkai, Kirara did as she was told. Chiori returned her kisses, being decisively less careful than her girlfriend had been. Purple spots bloomed on her delicate skin where her lips drifted.

“Babe…I have to look professional on deliveries…” she whined.

“Oh, hush. I’ll design something that will cover them until they heal.”

“Mmmmmrow, ok then, if you promise…”

Chiori’s fingers slipped between her folds, using her slick to lubricate her entrance. With a swipe of her thumb across her sensitive bud, her juices coated her hand. “Now, since it’s my birthday, you’ll indulge me in trying something new, won’t you? I think you’re ready for what I have in mind.”

Kirara looked at her inquisitively, apprehension evident in her expression.

“Let’s just say Navia and I have had some…conversations…about how she and Clorinde spice things up in the boudoir.”

A topaz ore appeared in her hand and the nekomata’s ears perked with anticipation. “Haha…I didn’t know visions could be used for things like this,” she chuckled nervously.

“Let me know if it hurts and I’ll stop,” the seamstress reassured her as she slowly slid the smooth stone into her. “But I think a good kitty like you can take it.” She began to thrust in steady movements, giving her body time to adjust to the intrusion.

The youkai closed her eyes as she savored the foreign feeling. “Oooh, Chioriiiii!”

“Just wait…I’ve got another surprise. I may not be a nekomata, but I do have other tricks up my sleeve.”

With a flick of her wrist, she channeled the power of geo into the ore and made it pulse. Kirara jolted with pleasure at the new sensations.

“That’s right…you’re taking it so well for me,” she praised as she increased the depth of her lunges and the power of the vibration.

“Oh…archons…feels so…meowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!” she screeched as her tails curled and her claws unsheathed from her paws. The seamstress had always found her girlfriend’s signs of climax to be incredibly fascinating. Being with a youkai was an absolute thrill compared to her past human lovers.

Chiori joined her on the blanket and the two gazed up at the sky. They huddled close together to keep warm as the breeze chilled their sweat-drenched bodies. “I’m going to have to find a new thinking spot, you know.”

The youkai’s cheeks tinted pink. “Yea, sorry about that. It just means you’re doing a good job is all.”

“Is that so? Well, keep holding still. I’m almost done with this stitch.” With a few more weaves of her needle, the skirt was as good as new. “There we are. Be more careful next time, would you, love? I can’t have expensive pieces of Inazuman silk strewn about the Sumeran forests. It’s tacky.”

“Thanks so much, Chiori! But if you don’t mind…do you think you could brush my tails a little longer? It just feels so good.”

The seamstress smirked knowingly. It’s now or never, I suppose.

“Since you asked so nicely, I suppose I can oblige.” She began to stroke in long, slow movements as she watched the girl shift in her seat. Her fingers drifted through the well-maintained brown and white fur, the rumble in Kirara’s chest now vibrating throughout her body.

“C-chiori…do you think you could maybe…go a little harder and faster? Really, uh…make sure to get those knots out.”

She hummed in agreement as she did as she was requested.

“Ahhhhh…” Kirara let out a whimper that could only be described as lewd.

“Kirara, dear. Don’t be shy. Tell me what you really want,” she murmured as her lips ghosted over the shell of her ear from behind, her unoccupied hand coming up across her chest to lightly grip her neck.

“Touch me…please…”

“Oh, but I am touching you. How do you want me to touch you?”

“Everywhere…but definitely don’t stop with my tails.”

The seamstress’ hand wandered under the youkai’s black crop top, seeking the warm, full skin of her breast in her palm. Kirara’s head lilted back as she mewled in pleasure. Chiori continued sifting her fur through her fingers, tugging just hard enough to get a reaction.

“Now be a good little kitty and bend over for me,” she instructed. She did as she was told without hesitation. Chiori helped her shift out of the shorts she wore under her skirt before removing her gloves. Taking one long finger, she moved it across her slit, a tendril of slick trailing from the digit to her pussy.

“And who says cats don’t like getting wet?” she quipped before licking her finger clean.

Kirara groaned. “Please, Chiori…more…”

She slid inside of her again, this time with two fingers. The youkai cried out, shifting her hips backward to meet her every thrust. Chiori used her other hand to grab her tails, each pull controlling the pace.

“Ah…ah….ah…” the nekomata gasped.

“I was under the impression you’re never late with delivery. Don’t make me wait, Kirara. Come for me. Now.”

In a half-moan, half-meow, she screamed out in pleasure.

Kirara turned to lock eyes with Chiori, her animal instincts getting the better of her. It was her turn now. The seamstress quickly held up a finger. “Wait!” She started to untie the belt of her kimono and then slipped out of the expensive fabric entirely. “I’m removing this so you don’t rip anything else,” she explained. The nekomata’s desire was heightened as her gaze dropped to the pair of lacy black panties that were revealed beneath. The youkai eyed her as if she was stalking prey.

“If I didn’t know any better, it’d seem like you were expecting this,” Kirara smirked. 

“It’s a possibility. Now, when a service is completed, one is to be rewarded accordingly, don’t you think?” Chiori asked as she sat down and patted her lap.

Kirara crawled over to her, kissing up the seamstress’ legs. The woman bristled slightly at the feel of the nekomata’s tongue – not as abrasively rough as an actual cat, but just enough to produce a sensation she’d grown accustomed to. As she made her way up her body, she tended to her breasts, licking each nipple as if she were lapping at a bowl of milk. Her two tails danced uncontrollably with excitement at the sounds Chiori made at her touch.

Pushing her limit, Kirara shifted her tails to tuck between Chiori’s legs and rubbed them along the crotch of her panties.  

“Ooooooh!” Chirori groaned as she held onto the chair to stop herself from bucking.

She could feel the nekomata smile deviously against her chest as she took her nipple between her fangs and grazed the sharp teeth ever-so-carefully against it.

“Kirara…such a…bad kitty,” she panted. 

Feeling her arousal soaking the fur of her tail, Kirara pulled them off her and sat between her legs. Gently using the flat of her rough tongue, she licked up her clit causing her to jolt and moan. She slid her tongue inside her easily, slurping at her arousal. Thrusting her tongue in and out of her, the sound of her crying out her name caused Kirara’s purring to start back up.

The sensation of the vibration shot through Chiori’s core. Mixed with the unique texture of her tongue, she could no longer hold onto control. Grabbing the nekomata’s head with both hands, she pressed her closer as she rode out her climax.

Thankfully the seamstress had equipped the back room with a bed for nights she had to work so late there was no point in going back to her apartment. Kirara had already trotted over and dug herself a spot in the oversized comforter. She yawned loudly as she pawed at the spot reserved for Chiori.

“I know you wanna snuggle. Don’t act all tough. C’mon, I know you overwork yourself. The clothing can wait until tomorrow.”

“Name: Chiara(Tiara) Kikuko Age: n/a Birthday: n/a Apperence: Hair colour: medium brown Eye colour: Creamy blue Clothes: light pink turtle neck, light pink arm gloves, navy skort, white platform boots above the knee Accessorys: light pink clips, staff- silver with a big pink gem at the top and a smaller one at the bottom (see tenshi form) Divice colour: Baby/Pale Pink Crest: Fantasy Digi-metal: Fantasy Digimon: Nekoriamon DNA Partner: Meimi Miyabarashii

Chiara being found in the Digital World by Takeru has no memory before he found her.  She has a power that no one can explain but this is not found out till much later on.  Mysterious things has happened around her.  The reasons for all this is because she is an angel who guards over the digital world. Because of all the things happening to her she is very quiet and doesnt express herself a lot, she tries to do things and not want others to get involved because of her.  She does not have any dreams because she doesnt know who she is and is searching for her past which she knows she must remember.

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Crest - Fantasy: