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Summary - When work starts to become overwhelming for Carmilla Carmine, her old friend Zestial helps to relieve some of her stress.
Word Count - 950
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Zestial was in Carmilla Carmine’s office, watching his friend move from one task to another, speaking to different groups of workers and giving them instructions.
The Overlords had just concluded a meeting, and Zestial wanted to spend some time alone with Carmilla, not having done so with his old friend in quite some time. However, he found himself standing in the corner of the room, watching and waiting patiently, as Carmilla dealt with her work affairs.
As the last of the workers left the room, Carmilla closed the door behind them. She walked over to her desk, which Zestial stood beside, and sat down, picking up a pen to fill out the pile of paperwork now staring her in the face.
“Sorry, Zestial.” Carmilla said, eyes not leaving her desk. “It may be a while before I have a free moment.”
Zestial looked down at her, a concerned look on his face.
“Carmilla, thy work ethic is far stronger than that of most in this realm. Tell me, doth thou ever take time for thyself?” Zestial questioned.
Carmilla let out a sigh.
“Well, between being an Overlord, an angelic weapons dealer, and a mother, I don’t have much down time. I’m kept very busy with my responsibilities.” Carmilla said, her pen halting. “Sometimes, the stress can be a bit much, but I have no choice but to be strong. There are people who rely on me.”
“We all have our limits, Carmilla. Thou’s own should be recognized and respected by those around thee.” Zestial said, a soft smile appearing on his face.
Carmilla looked up at Zestial and smiled in response.
“Oh Zestial, my ever-wise friend. Always a voice of reason.” Carmilla remarked, her smile then faltering as her gaze returned to the paperwork on her desk.
Carmilla put down her pen before placing her head in her hands, elbows resting on her desk.
“Sometimes I wish I could just forget about it all for a little while. Maybe a break would do me some good.” She said, closing her eyes as she remained in her current position.
Zestial sorrowfully watched his friend, thinking of what other advice he could possibly give her to make her feel better. A better method of cheering her up, however, suddenly crossed his mind.
A mischievous smile spread across Zestial’s face as he crept up to the side of Carmilla’s chair, spreading his wings wide apart.
In an instant, Zestial wrapped his wings around Carmilla, enveloping her from behind and pulling her close to his figure.
Carmilla gave a small start at the action, lifting her head and turning it slightly, in an attempt to face Zestial.
“Zestial? What are you-” Carmilla began to question, halting as she felt light scratching at her sides.
Soft giggles began to pour from the Overlord.
“Zehehehestial!” Carmilla giggled out, pushing lightly against his wings.
“Still sensitive, art thou? Makes my job easier.” Zestial commented with a smirk.
“Zehehestial! I have thihihings to dohoho!” Carmilla protested, unable to escape the sensations at her sides.
“As do I, and I appear to not be doing a good enough job.” Zestial said, switching from scratching to lightly tracing up and down Carmilla’s sides.
“Nahahaha! Thihihis ihihis wahahasting tihihime!” She giggled out, this time more frantically.
“My apologies, Carmilla. I did not realize how serious thy situation hath become.” Zestial said, moving his long, slender fingers to Carmilla’s stomach, where he scribbled them mercilessly against the surface.
Carmilla began to thrash from side to side, her giggles turning into laughter.
“Hahahaha! Zehehe-ahahAHaha! Nohohoho!” She laughed, the noise increasing in volume at certain times.
“Ah, what a wonderous sound. I do revel in the laughter, Carmilla~” Zestial purred.
“Ihihi cahahant-ahahaha! Zehehestial, plehehease! Ahahaha!” Carmilla laughed out, still thrashing. Zestial didn’t let up.
“‘Tis rather fortunate the angels are equipped with spears and not feathers, or thou may not have stood a chance, if this is all it takes to break thou, Carmine~” Zestial said as he continued his attack.
Carmilla flushed slightly at the comment, continuing to laugh as she began to kick her legs up and down.
The motion gave Zestial an idea.
He removed his hands from her stomach and brought them down to her hips, where he squeezed them gently, yet still with a good deal of pressure.
Carmilla let out a yelp, grabbing hold of Zestial’s wrists as his hands remained still.
“Plehehease friehehend, mehehercy!” Carmilla pleaded, giggles interspersed in her words, due to the feeling of Zestial’s hands resting on her hips.
“Hmm…” Zestial pretended to think, swirling his thumbs against Carmilla’s hips. Her giggles intensified once more.
“Alright. I shall grant thou reprieve… for now.” Zestial said, pulling back his hands and releasing Carmilla from his wings.
Carmilla leaned back in her chair and caught her breath, as Zestial moved to the other side of the desk.
“I shall leave thee to tend to thy work, Carmilla. If thou ever finds thyself in need of a break, however, I would be happy to oblige.” Zestial said as he made his way to the door.
The lack of resistance from Carmilla hadn’t gone unnoticed by the Overlord.
“Thank you, my friend.” Carmilla said.
Zestial gave Carmilla a smile and wave before exiting the office, shutting the door behind himself.
Carmilla picked up her pen, ready to continue her paperwork.
She had to admit, she did feel better after her encounter with Zestial. Her old friend still knew just how to improve her mood, even through such unconventional means.
Perhaps she would contact him the next time things got too stressful. He was the one to offer it, after all.
