#lest smut

"What is the big surprise?" Mel giggled, hands holding the pair covering her eyes as the sound of her heels echo off of the walls.

A smoke laden voice tsked good-naturedly before responding in a smooth tone, "If I told you, that would defeat the point of it being a surprise."

Sevika had been planning tonight for the last couple of months, coordinating schedules and making sure neither of them had absolutely anything that could intervene with it.

So far, the first half had gone smoothly; Sevika woke Mel up with toe curling sex, they had all their private meals prepared by the palace chef, went out dancing, and now they were off to the bedroom to indulge in each other for the rest of the evening.

The telltale sound of their grand bedroom door opening lets Mel know where they are, but not what Sevika has in store.

A moment later, the hands on her face drop and Mel blinks as her eyes adjust to the low light bathing their room, taking in the many candles scattered throughout. She then sees how they illuminate the flower petals lining the floor in a path to the bed with even more petals atop it.

"Darling…This is beautiful."

One thing that Mel loved about Sevika was how much of a romantic she was, always one to let know her just how much she cherished the other woman.

"Yet, it still doesn't compare to you…" Sevika husks, nosing at the mage's neck from behind.

Mel's eyes flutter shut at the feeling, sighing happily as her hands raise to slide through the cropped hair of her wife.

They stay like that for a minute until Sevika breaks the silence to whisper, "There's still one more surprise."

At that moment, a pair of muted footsteps can be heard approaching and Mel's eyes fly open to find no other than Lest, the couple's close friend—and the object of Mel's hidden desires.

"Lest, what are you…"

It clicks for the younger woman then what tonight's surprise is, and her stomach lurches at the thought.

Turning around to look at Sevika, she asks, "You planned this?"

The taller woman nods knowingly, taking Mel's hand in her own before bringing it up to her lips for a gentle kiss.

"I know you think about this." Another peck to her knuckles. "About her."

Mel doesn't know what to say.

On one hand, she feels extreme guilt for making her attraction to Lest so obvious that her wife picked up on it.

But on the other…

She suddenly surges up to connect their mouths, hands tangling in her hair before breathing against pierced lips, "I love you. Only you."

"And I love you," Sevika replies.

Slowly spinning Mel back around, she pulls her wife's back to her front and wraps her arms around the mage's waist before whispering in her ear, "So much that I want you to have everything you desire."

Mel's eyes are trained on Lest as the other woman saunters closer until she's standing only a breath away. Her body heat can be felt through the thin robe adorning her figure, and Mel can't believe this is happening.

"Hi."

"Hi yourself," Lest husks, amber eyes twinkling before flicking to Sevika.

The other woman nods once in permission, and the hybrid then lifts her hand to drag a sharp nail down the valley of Mel's exposed cleavage.

The dark skinned woman shivers at the touch at the same time Sevika's hands move to the zipper of her dress before dragging it down and slowly kissing the skin it exposes. Gently pushing it off, the expensive fabric cascades onto the floor and two pairs of hands begin exploring the supple flesh underneath.

"Oh…" Mel sighs, the two woman above her locking eyes and silently agreeing to take it to the next level.

Lest hooks a clawed finger under Mel's chin, lifting her head to lock their eyes before leaning in and connecting their lips.

The shorter woman melts at the feeling, hands lifting to press on Lest's stomach and low sighs escaping between them as Sevika presses open mouth kisses to Mel's neck. When the feeling of teeth graze her pulse point, she lets out a soft whine and curls her fingers into the fabric of the Vastaya's robe.

Separating their mouths, Lest stands up and lifts a finger to Mel's lips, wiping away a string of saliva before bringing it to her own mouth and sucking it off.

"Shit," Mel breathes, laying back against Sevika's chest.

The older woman then taps her on the hips and states, "Let's get you over to the bed."

Sevika leads Mel by the hand through the petal covered trail to sit on the mattress and pull the mage into her lap. She slides her fingers through Mel's locs and leans up to kiss her, tongues instantly joining the mix and sliding against each other.

Lest then sidles up behind Mel and palms her chest, rubbing a thumb over each nipple through the lace of her bra before pushing it down to expose them fully.

The cool air in the room feels delicious against her heated skin, but she can't help but arch her back as Lest begins to tease her. The brush of the fabric and the hybrid's touch are driving her wild, making her crave more.

Her hands find their way to Sevika's shoulders, gripping them with a mix of desire and anticipation. She can feel the arousal building inside her, heat burning under her skin.

Mel moans lewdly against Sevika's lips, her body arching instinctively. The need for more is growing stronger, and she finds herself grinding against the other woman's lap.

With a hum, Sevika grips Mel's hips to still her movements while Lest's sharp nails trail down her back, making her shiver.

"So eager," Sevika murmurs against her lips before biting her bottom one playfully. "But we're going to take our time tonight."

Lest chuckles low in her throat as she unclasps Mel's bra with deft fingers, letting it fall away before moving to climb on the bed next to Sevika.

"Mm, let me taste you," she purrs, leaning in to swirl her tongue around one peaked nipple while her fingers pinch and roll the other.

Mel throws her head back with a gasp, one hand flying to grip Sevika's shoulder as the other threads through Lest's soft locks.

"Fuck—" she whimpers, thighs squeezing together instinctively. The dual sensations of Sevika's strong hands holding her still while Lest's mouth works magic on her breasts is almost too much.

Sevika watches with dark, hungry eyes as her wife comes undone, then leans in to whisper hotly in Mel's ear, "Just wait until we get you between us."

Her hand slides down to tease along the waistband of Mel's panties. "You've fantasized about this a lot, haven't you?"

Mel can only nod frantically, her breath coming in short, desperate pants. The anticipation is killing her—she needs more, needs everything they're offering. And from the wicked grins on both their faces, they're more than ready to give it to her.

In one motion, Sevika's fingers dip past the lace barrier and tease between Mel's folds, making her gasp. The anticipation is almost overwhelming as the other woman waits for a cue to continue.

After a moment, Sevika nods and Lest moves to stand on the other side of the bed, undoing the tie of her robe and letting it fall to the floor. Sevika's lips find Mel's ear, tongue tracing it as she asks, "You ready, darling?"

The mage's reply comes as little more than a whimper. "Yes. Gods, yes."

Wordlessly, Sevika stands with Mel in her arms and drops her on the bed before stepping back and beginning to unbutton her dress shirt. Mel watches slack jawed at her wife's ripping muscles are slowly revealed, reaching a hand out and tracing the length of her stomach.

At the same moment, Lest crawls onto the bed behind Mel and begins peppering her neck with wet kisses, hardened cock brushing against her back. As soon as Sevika's shirt tumbles away, Lest moves her kisses down to Mel's bare shoulders, nipping lightly at the skin. She murmurs praises and words of wanting against there, hands roaming along her sides.

Mel can hardly contain the wave of emotions coursing through her. There is the obvious desire, but also the love she feels for her wife who arranged this moment for them—and then there's the thrill and excitement of having Lest involved, something she dared to only fantasize about.

While Sevika finishes undressing, the Vastaya turns Mel around and captures her lips in a heated kiss. Mel responds hungrily, slipping her tongue into Lest's mouth as they explore each other. The exchange is full of passion and need, only broken when air becomes a necessity.

When she looks back at Sevika, the other woman is standing in the candlelight with all her muscle bared and Mel's favorite dildo hanging from the harness on her hips. The green eyed woman's gaze darkens even further at the sight and she feels a rush of arousal between her legs.

Sevika climbs onto the bed and kneels behind Mel, dildo pressed against her spine as she softly curls a hand around her throat to bring her in for a slow but intense kiss.

Mel moans loudly, feeling the cool silicone against her back, and responds to the kiss with equal fervor. Sevika's dominant hold has her mind reeling and she wants nothing more than to give herself over to her wife.

Lest watches with dilated pupils, hands roaming over Mel's thighs and chest as they kiss. She can see the tension in their bodies, the desire burning like a wildfire.

"Sev, I need—need more..." Mel whines.

With a nip to Mel's bottom lip, Sevika pulls back and whispers, ""Shh shh shh, let us take of you, baby. Let go and don't worry that pretty little head about anything but how good you feel."

The words have the desired effect and Mel nods, sinking into Sevika's embrace and leaning back onto her chest. Her skin feels on fire in the best way, every inch sensitive and craving touch.

Lest reaches up to cup her face, bringing her gaze up and whispering, "You're so beautiful like this. So needy."

She leans in to capture Mel's lips, tongue swiping over her bottom one and swiftly entering her mouth.

Sevika then lowers a hand between her wife's thighs, calloused fingers dipping into her cunt's soaked folds and prodding at her entrance.

Mel arches off the bed with a gasp, nails digging into Sevika's thighs behind her as thick digits breach her heat. She's so wet already, body practically vibrating with need.

"Fuck—Sevika—" she moans, head falling back against her wife's shoulder as those skilled fingers curl inside her.

Lest watches with hooded eyes, trailing a clawed hand down Mel's stomach before dipping lower to circle her clit. "Look at you," she purrs. "Responsive...perfect..."

The dual stimulation has Mel trembling between them, her hips rocking instinctively to meet Sevika's thrusting fingers while chasing Lest's teasing touch. The room fills with the sounds of slick skin and ragged breathing as they work her toward the edge with practiced precision.

With a particularly deep curl of Sevika's fingers and a sharp flick of Lest's claw against her clit, Mel shatters. Her back bows as a broken cry tears from her throat, body clamping down around Sevika's hand while pleasure courses through her in pulsing waves.

Sevika holds her through it, pressing kisses along her damp neck as Lest strokes soothing circles on her thigh.

When Mel finally catches her breath, she turns her head to catch Sevika’s lips in a slow, appreciative kiss before murmuring, "Thank you."

"We're just getting started, doll," the Zaunite replies.

Without warning, she removes her hand and pushes Mel to lay on the bed, spreading her thighs and dipping down before pulling Lest to join her.

Two mouths descend onto Mel's cunt at once—Sevika's tongue lapping slow, teasing stripes while Lest’s fangs graze her inner thigh.

Above them, Mel's hand fists in the sheets, her moan loud and unfiltered. "Ah—both of you—"

Sevika hums against her, drunk on the taste and the way her wife’s hips jerk.

"That's it, baby," Sevika encourages, pulling back momentarily to catch her breath before diving right back in.

Lest watches the way the other woman's tongue dips and curls before sinking her teeth into soft flesh and leaving behind a mark that will later be hidden by the mage's clothing.

Mel's hands scramble for something, anything, to hold onto—eventually finding purchase in Lest's hair and Sevika's shoulder.

The two women work her expertly, taking their time to worship every inch they can reach. Sevika focuses on the sensitive bundle of nerves with broad, flat strokes, while Lest takes her time licking over every space she can reach with her tongue and teeth.

Mel can feel the pressure building again, heat coiling low in her stomach as her thighs begin to tense, and she knows it won't take long for her to tumble over the edge a second time.

They switch positions then, Lest overtaking her swollen clit and Sevika nibbling at the junction of her thighs.

The change in ministrations catches her off guard, drawing a ragged cry from her lips. She tightens her hold on Lest's hair, body twisting towards Sevika as she nears her peak.

"Oh god, oh—don't stop," she begs, eyes locking on the older woman's dark gaze.

Both women continue their torturous pace, driving her higher until the air is heavy and thick between them.

Mel's entire body jerks as pleasure detonates through her—legs clamping around their heads while her back arches off the bed. A broken, desperate moan tears from her throat as the orgasm crashes over her in waves, leaving her trembling and gasping beneath them.

Sevika slows her tongue to gentle laps, easing her through the aftershocks while Lest presses open-mouthed over her thighs.

"Fucking hell," Mel croaks.

Sevika chuckles as she sits up, tongue swiping over her glistening lips.

"Feeling okay?" she asks, running a hand over Mel's heaving stomach.

Lest kisses her way up Mel's torso, pausing to bite gently at her neck before sitting up and eyeing the mage in satisfaction. "I'd say that was a resounding yes," she smirks.

Mel can barely bring herself to form a coherent response, too blissed out to do anything other than nod lazily.

Sevika hums in acknowledgment, tracing mindless patterns over Mel's thigh. "Think you can handle more?" she asks softly.

Mel's half-lidded eyes sharpen with renewed hunger at the question. Her breath hitches—already feeling the aftershocks of pleasure mixing with fresh arousal.

"Try me," she rasps, lifting a shaky hand to tangle in Sevika's hair and pull her down into a kiss that tastes of herself.

Rolling over her and pulling them both into a sitting position, the older woman separates their mouths before flicking her gaze to Lest, who understands the look right away.

The Vastaya turns Mel around to face her, settling the woman's thighs over hers to keep them spread wide.

Lest's hand then dips to grab hold of her cock, rolling her hips forward to drag the full length of it through Mel's twitching folds.

Mel gasps sharply at the slick friction, eyes fluttering shut before she forces them open, wanting to watch. Her hands clutch at Lest's shoulders, fingers digging in as she arches toward her.

"Fuck—you feel—" The words die in her throat when Lest angles her hips and presses inside just slightly, teasingly.

Sevika’s hands slide around Mel from behind, cupping her breasts and pinching her nipples hard. "Take what you want," she murmurs hotly against her ear.

Mel moans, bucking her hips forward and urging Lest deeper.

At Mel's reaction, Lest's eyes darken, hands gripping her hips as she pushes forwards gently, sinking in about half way and then pulling out again.

Sevika moves closer, biting and nipping the other woman's neck as her hands run over the mage's body, fingers roaming, scratching, teasing.

"Does she feel good?" she whispers, words tinged with the slightest bit of jealousy.

Mel shudders between the two women, caught in a whirlwind of sensation. Lest's deep and steady rhythm feels perfect, but it's Sevika's possessive touches that ground her, leaving her desperate and needy.

"Yes…yes," she gasps, head falling back to lean against her wife. "Feels—so good."

Suddenly, the older woman's hands grip her hips and stop the movement, pulling Mel up until only the tip of Lest's cock is nestled inside her cunt. Sevika then lowers her hand to where they're connected, dragging her fingers through the wetness and brushing the hybrid's length as she gathers as much of Mel's slick as possible.

The dark skinned woman shudders when Lest twitches at the unexpected touch, choking back a moan as Sevika's hand disappears. Bringing it to the toy strapped between her legs, her wife strokes it at a languid pace, getting it fully lubed up and ready to use.

Sevika presses closer behind Mel, hands roaming possessively over her stomach and chest as she whispers hotly in her ear, "Watch her face when you feel me."

With that, Sevika lines up the dildo to her puckered hole and pulls Mel down, burying herself to the hilt. Mel's gasp is sharp—head falling back against Sevika's shoulder as her ass stretches around the new intrusion and her cunt is once again filled by Lest.

The Vastaya's golden eyes darken further, watching the way Mel's lips part and her fingers dig into her thighs. "Beautiful," she murmurs before leaning in to capture Mel's moans with her own mouth.

Sevika sets a slow, deep rhythm—each thrust punctuated by the wet slide of silicone, flesh, and Mel's shuddering breaths. Her hands grip the mage's hips, pulling her back onto the toy with every roll forward.

Between the fullness inside both of her holes and Lest's roaming hands trailing up to pinch her nipples, Mel feels overwhelmed in the best way. Her moans grow louder, unfiltered, as the pleasure coils tighter inside her.

"Doesn't that feel so nice, doll?" Sevika husks.

Mel can't even form words; just nods frantically as tears prick her eyes from the overwhelming pleasure. Every thrust from Sevika pushes her deeper onto Lest, creating a dizzying friction that has her gasping and trembling. The stretch, the fullness, the heat of their bodies surrounding her—it's almost too much.

Lest keeps her rhythm steady, her grip tightening on Mel's waist as she leans down to bite at her collarbone. "You're taking us both so well," she purrs, voice thick with arousal.

Sevika drags her tongue up Mel’s neck before murmuring, "Going to make you cum on us again."

She punctuates the promise with a particularly deep thrust, hitting that sweet spot inside her that makes Mel’s vision white out for a second.

The sensation of being filled increases yet again when she feels two of her wife's thick fingers prodding at her lips before pushing past them and settling on her tongue.

Mel moans low and hard, the sound vibrating up the digits as she sucks them into her mouth. The taste and feel of them on her tongue is all too familiar, bringing back memories that only add to the heat coiling in her stomach.

Lest hisses at the sight, eyes glued to the way Mel's lips wrap around the older woman's fingers.

"You like that, huh?" she mutters, pace quickening.

Her words are punctuated by Sevika's low chuckle as her free hand reaches around to grip Mel's jaw.

"She loves it," she responds for the mage, tilting her wife's head up to meet her gaze.

Mel nods desperately, tongue lavishing attention on the thick digits between her lips. She knows what's coming, and she wants it more than anything.

"That's right," Sevika hums, pulling her fingers from her wife's mouth with a pop before dragging her hand down her chin and throat to gently encircle it. The movement is slow and deliberate, as if mapping out every contour of her skin.

Lest's eyes go wide, her gaze fixed on the trail Sevika's fingers leave behind.

"Shit..." she murmurs reverently.

Sevika tightens her grip ever so slightly—just enough to make Mel's breath hitch—before leaning down to claim her lips in a bruising kiss. The combination of dominance and tenderness makes Mel melt further into her wife's embrace, even as Lest's thrusts grow more erratic beneath her.

The combination of the kiss, the grip of Sevika's hand around her neck, and the relentless onslaught of Lest's thrusts are all starting to overwhelm her. Every drag of the hybrid's teeth against her collarbone and the way her fingers dig into her hips just add to the pleasure building inside of her.

"More," Mel manages to gasp, pleading with someone, anyone to give her what she's so desperately chasing.

She can feel the smile against her lips as Sevika murmurs a soft, "As you wish."

The older woman's hand slides away from her neck, trailing down her chest and stomach until it finds the sensitive bundle of nerves between her thighs. Sevika's touch is firm and confident, knowing just how to touch her to push her over the edge.

Lest's hands suddenly grip her hips with enough force to leave bruises as her tail wraps around her torso and adds a softer element into the mix.

Sevika presses her lips to Mel's shoulder, biting down just hard enough to leave a dent. "You gonna cum for us again?"

Mel can only nod frantically, words lost to sensation.

Lest grins, sharp and knowing. "Then let go."

And Mel does—shattering between them with a cry that echoes off the walls.

She convulses between them, cunt clenching around Lest’s cock while her ass tightens around the toy. The orgasm rips through her violently, wringing every last drop of pleasure from her shaking body until she’s heaving and gasping for air.

Lest pulls out slowly, both women watching with a look of awe as Mel trembles through the aftershocks, utterly spent.

Sevika carefully removes the toy and guides Mel onto her back, cradling her against her chest as she kisses her forehead. Lest stretches out beside them, lazily tracing patterns on Mel's thigh while her breathing steadies.

For a long moment, the only sounds in the room are their mingled breaths and the faint crackle of candlelight.

you tentatively knocked at the door with your hood up over your head, glancing back to make sure no one had followed you. lest opened the door with a hum and stepped to the side, an open invitation that you happily took. shucking off your cloak and setting it on one of the hooks by the front door, you made yourself at home on her couch.

lest was in a comfortable purple skirt with slits up the side and a simple strappy white tank top. she strode into the living room where you were lounging, her hips swaying side to side in a very purposeful way. glancing over to her as she leaned down with an intentional arch in her back, she could feel your eyes burning into her ass. your mouth salivated a little which you embarrassingly gulped down, turning your gaze away quickly as she straightened up. with the shimmer paintbrush in her hand, she kneeled down next to the couch and started painting a twirling pattern on your wrist.

lest continued to paint patterns and gently dragged the paintbrush up your arm, ending with a swirl around your bicep that matched the other patterned brush strokes adorning your skin. a familiar buzz worked its way into your bloodstream as the shimmer traveled through your veins, giving you eyes a purple glow at the peak of your digestion. your body sagged with relaxation and a euphoric sigh left your lips.

currently, you were in lest’s shoebox apartment draped over her velvet flea market couch with faded tassels lining the edges. some were missing while others had very few strings left, but she had the couch re-stuffed and replaced the springs so it felt like new. she usually insisted on traveling to her client's houses instead of letting them into her home, but you were a lifelong friend, so she didn’t mind. maybe a friend was the wrong way of putting it, friends don’t usually kiss.

seeing as you were properly satiated, lest turned to her own vice of smoking through a pipe. while she mainly worked with clients who preferred being painted, she always smoked. if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it you supposed to yourself.

she carefully set the brush into its proper case and stuffed it into her doctors' bag. picking up her pipe from the coffee table, she took a long drag and blew the air straight up. you watched as the purple clouds danced in the air and slowly dissipated as if it were never there in the first place.

was she always this pretty or did the shimmer haze just make her seem more ethereal?

she climbed on all fours onto the couch and straddled your lap. your hands connected to her hips and squeezed the soft flesh. rubbing her sides to slightly pull up her shirt, you softly dug your fingers into her fur and felt her shiver above you. she took a long drag from her glass pipe and blew the purple smoke into your face, which you happily inhaled.

she set the pipe down on the table and started rocking her hips against yours, a soft moan sighed from her lips. leaning forward, she panted her hands on either side of your head. you met her rocking by thrusting your hips up against her, arching your back against the couch and zeroing in on her lips. she chuckled at your eagerness, you were always so needy when you were high.

she pressed her lips against yours, her canines quickly nipping your bottom lip for access into your mouth. the taste of the shimmer smoke flooding your mouth as your tongue danced with hers, her sandpaper-like tongue ticking your wet muscle. you giggled into the kiss and she smiled against your lips.

you felt her bulge pressing against you and you’re sure that she could feel the wetness soaking your underwear that was surely moistening your pants. a loud purring started in her chest as she continued to lazily grind again you, kissing down your neck. she licked up the side of your neck, smirking as you squirmed beneath her and held back your giggles. your hands trailed down her waist and gripped the flesh of her ass, needily bucking up against her with a whine. she scraped her sharp teeth against your neck, sinking them in shallowly at the junction between your neck and your shoulder. you gasped as she sunk her teeth into your skin, pleasure quickly overcoming the initial pain that you felt.

she pulled back and gently licked at the bite mark, burying her face in your neck with a deep sigh. you hummed and closed your eyes, rubbing her back as the tones of her purring slowly lulled you to sleep. while the shimmer was nice in your system, holding lest in your arm was better than any drug.

‎ ‎ ✧ lest, who gently moves you off of her lap after you guys are done. she lays you down next to her, staying sat up and watching you with perked ears to make sure you come down okay.

‎ ‎ ✧ lest, who (after making sure you're okay) kisses you all over your face, drifting down to your neck as she gently rubs her hand over your side or hip, purring the whole time she's giving you affection.

‎ ‎ ✧ lest, who leaves you for a moment to get a warm rag. she cleans herself up first, washes the rag, and then comes back to bed to help you. she's thorough, but extremely gentle.

‎ ‎ ✧ lest, who lays back down with you after tossing the rag in the dirty clothes basket. she wraps her tail around your leg, nuzzling her wet nose against your forehead as she whispers to you and tells you how proud of you she is, how pretty you are, and how good you did.

‎ ‎ ✧ lest, who grabs the bottle of water she'd put on her nightstand beforehand and convinces you to drink a little. she saw how much you had sweated, and she knew you needed hydration. she finishes off the bottle after you're done.

‎ ‎ ✧ lest, who finally lays down with you, pulling the blankets over the two of you as she pulls you into her chest. her whole body is practically wrapped around you as she purrs softly, gradually getting quieter until she's finally asleep.

The moon hangs high in the night sky, shining through the room's large windows and accompanied by the decorative lamps in the corners.

Two figures sit on the couch, limbs tangled and faces close as they enjoy each other's company and the relaxing evening atmosphere.

Lest is staring into her wife's eyes as the other woman speaks, hands occasionally moving around as she animates her stories. Mel is always magnetic, but especially at this proximity, and the Vastaya can't help but to lean in closer.

Raising an amused eyebrow, Mel chuckles and asks, "Are you even listening to me?"

Lest only grins, realizing she's been caught.

"I'm trying, I swear," she defends jokingly. "You're just...distracting."

Mel hums, her eyes glittering with knowing affection.

"Oh, I see. You just can't help but to stare," she teases, hand resting on Lest's hip and slowly tracing patterns along her fur.

"Exactly. Glad we're on the same page," the cat woman murmurs before tilting her head to close the distance between them.

Mel's eyes fall shut as their lips meet, a content sigh escaping her into the kiss. She cups her wife's face in her hands, pulling her closer until their bodies are pressed flush together.

The kiss stays slow and sweet for a while, neither of the two feeling the need to push it further.

That changes, however, when Lest's knee presses against the mound between Mel's thighs and causes the woman to groan.

Mel gasps softly and grinds her hips down, lips parting.

"You're...you're trying to get me worked up, aren't you?" she huffs, hands tugging at the back of her lover's neck.

"That depends," Lest purrs before leaning down to drag her sharp canines against the sensitive skin of the mage's throat. "Is it working?"

Mel whines softly and tilts her head back, letting out a short gasp. She can already feel heat building between her legs, the touch of teeth just adding to it. "Maybe..."

"Mm, guess I'll have to try a little harder then."

Mel's breath hitches as she feels lips and tongue enter the mix, her legs spreading automatically.

"Gods, yes," she groans, her grip on Lest tightening.

The other woman grins against her throat, nipping the flesh gently before pressing a kiss to the spot.

"Already needy for me, love?" she teases, hand sliding to rest on her wife's inner thigh.

Mel shivers at the touch, heat flaring in her gut. She lets out a shaky sigh and nods, rolling her hips in an attempt to get friction where she needs it.

"You know I'm always needy for you," she manages to hiss.

"Good. Because tonight...I want to try something different."

The mage arches a brow curiously, golden sigils beginning to pulse faintly with her growing arousal.

"Oh?" she breathes. "What kind of different?"

"Well, I was thinking..."

A kiss to her pulse point.

"Maybe we take that next step we've been talking about."

Mel goes slightly still at the implication, a small rush of nerves mixing with the arousal in her gut. They had talked about this several times now, but now that the situation was presenting itself, she swallows thickly, feeling her heart rate pick up.

"Are you sure?" she whispers.

"Absolutely," Lest answers.

"To be honest," she presses her lips to the underside of Mel's jaw, "I've been thinking about it constantly."

She shifts to pull Mel in her lap.

"Filling you up."

Lest groans at the thought.

"Your belly swelling with my babies. How beautiful you'd look carrying around the extra weight."

Mel exhales shakily at the words, her stomach tightening at the idea. The metallic markings flicker more intensely, responding to the sheer desire that pulses under her skin.

"Gods," she whimpers, pressing her forehead against Lest's. "I want that too—so badly." She clutches at her wife's shoulders, grinding down against her lap with renewed urgency. "Please."

Lest's cock twitches at breathlessness of the other woman's voice. "Yes? You want to carry my seed that bad?"

Mel whines, hands clutching tighter as she presses herself more firmly against Lest's growing hard-on, chasing friction.

"Yes, mm—yes," she pants, her breath hot against her wife's lips. "Want you—want you inside me, filling me—ah—properly."

That's all the confirmation Lest needs before curling her hands under Mel's thighs and launching to her feet, the shorter woman squealing at the movement before attaching their lips again.

It takes no time for Lest to reach their bedroom and lay Mel down on the bed, slowly undressing as her wife watches. Mel whines, hips canting upwards impatiently—until her gaze catches on Lest's thick length, already straining and leaking from its pulsing red tip. She bites her lip, reaching out eagerly.

"Please," she whimpers again, fingers flexing in the air. "Need you in me."

"Need to undress you first, my love. I want to see all of you."

Mel whines at the delay but relents, reluctantly pulling her hands back to let Lest do just that. Every inch of her skin is already humming with arousal, and it feels like her sigils are glowing brighter than they ever have.

Lest takes her time—lingering over the swell of Mel's breasts, the dip of her waist, tracing the skin with careful claws. By the time she finally removes the last of Mel's clothes, she's breathing heavily herself.

"Gods, you're perfect," she murmurs, crawling between her wife's legs. "So ready for me."

Mel shivers, a strangled moan escaping her at the praise. She spreads her legs wider, inviting, and reaches up to tug Lest down. "Please," she gasps again, eyes fixed on her wife's face. "I need you. Now."

"Okay, darling. I have you, don't worry."

The Vastaya scoops Mel up again before moving them to the top of the bed and settling against the mountain of pillows Mel insisted was necessary, tail flicking in anticipation. Stretching her legs out, she settles her wife on her lower thighs before reaching between Mel's legs to gather some of her slick, careful not to use her claws.

Mel pants eagerly, watching the other woman's every movement with wide, lust-darkened eyes. She arches into the touch, desperate for whatever bit of friction she can get, but she's disappointed when the hand dragging through her folds disappears.

The protest on her lips falls short when she sees Lest bringing that very hand to her own cock, stroking herself and letting out a low sigh. "Just getting nice and ready for you, that's it."

"You're such a tease," Mel half-complains, but there's no real sting to the words. Her gaze is stuck on Lest's hand, and her mouth feels dry. "Please, darling."

With a groan, Lest shifts Mel's hips up slightly, lining herself up.

"There we go," she murmurs, pressing the head of her cock against Mel's entrance.

A breath.

Then she lowers the mage in one smooth motion.

Mel throws her head back with a sharp cry, hands scrambling at Lest's shoulders as she's filled—stretched—so perfectly she can barely breathe.

"Ah," she gasps, thighs trembling. "So—so big—"

Lest groans at the tight heat surrounding her, claws digging lightly into Mel's hips as she gives her wife a moment to adjust.

"You feel incredible," she grits out, pressing a kiss to Mel's collarbone and inhaling her intoxicating natural scent. "Like you were made for me."

Mel whimpers in response, rolling her hips experimentally—and the friction is so—

"Fuck me," she begs, nails scratching down Lest's back. "Please."

Lest hisses at the sting of the mage's nails, the instinct to pin her wife down and use her warring with the need to go slow. But she's also weak for the desperate look on Mel's face, and gives a tentative nudge upwards with her hips.

Mel moans, arching and pressing herself down. "Yes, yes, like that—"

Her legs tighten around the other woman, trying to pull her in deeper.

The heat surrounding Lest is intoxicating—she wants to just give in and take her way, but that's not what her wife needs. Instead, she focuses on bringing their lips together for a deep kiss, tongue slipping past Mel's lips and stroking against her own. Mel whimpers against her mouth, hands coming down to frame her face gently, fingers mapping across her cheekbones and the curve of her ears.

Fingers dipping to curl around Mel's waist, Lest begins rocking the woman onto her cock, grinding against her wife's velvet walls.

Mel breaks away from the kiss, burying her face in the crook of Lest's neck and muffling her whines and whimpers into the soft fur. She can't stop the trembling in her thighs as she tries to match the motion of Lest's hips, her body craving any kind of friction.

"Lest—"

Her nails dig into the other woman's shoulders at the sensation, delicious and a good start, but it's not enough.

"Ha," she pants again, her breath hot against the Vastaya's neck. "I—I need more—"

Lest growls softly at the desperation in her wife's voice, a possessive heat flaring within her. She leans down to run her teeth up the column of Mel's throat before nipping her ear. "You want it harder, darling?"

Mel nods eagerly, whining pitifully when Lest's tongue flicks against her earlobe. "Uh—Uh-huh," she gasps, digging her fingers into the muscles of her wife's back.

Lest slowly speeds up her thrusts then, the mage clenching around her cock instantly and rolling her hips to match her new rhythm.

Mel's legs wrap tighter around the Vastaya's waist, her fingers threading into the other woman's long hair to yank her in for a breathless kiss. Mel can't even speak now, only gasp and whimper desperately with every rock of their bodies, the heat building low in her gut and spreading as the minutes pass.

"Lest—Lest—"

Her breaths are coming in harsh pants, golden sigils glowing brightly now and leaving faint marks wherever they touch.

"Darling, I—" Mel manages to gasp, burying her face into the crook of Lest's neck again and whimpering. She's getting close, every nerve in her body feeling more sensitive, the heat under her skin flaring hotter.

A clawed hand cups the back of her head, and Lest presses her lips to the mage's ear. "Look at me," she growls softly.

Mel pulls back slightly, pupils blown wide as she meets her wife's burning gaze. Her lips part—but before she can speak, Lest's next thrust hits just right, and Mel's entire body arches sharply with a shattered cry, the markings on her body flaring blindingly bright as pleasure crashes through her.

Lest groans at the sudden tightness around her cock, gripping Mel's hips as she chases her own release. "Fuck—Mel—Gonna c-cum, hold it in for me—"

A strangled sound escapes Mel's throat, but she nods, desperately clenching around her wife as her body trembles from the aftershocks.

"I—" She can hardly speak from the overwhelming feelings flooding through her, her words coming out as half-sobbed and breathless. "I will."

Mel clings to her lover as her thrusts become erratic, breath coming in harsh pants against impossibly soft fur. She can feel the moment Lest tenses—then her hips stutter as she buries herself deep with a groan, warmth flooding inside Mel.

The mage whimpers at the sensation, body trembling through oversensitivity as she presses her forehead against Lest's shoulder.

"Feels...you feel so good..." she murmurs, fingers lazily tracing patterns along her wife's back.

Lest's body sags against her as the rush of pleasure ebbs, hands rubbing soothingly across her wife's sides as she catches her breath. "Gods, you're perfect," she murmurs, shifting carefully to stretch her legs while still staying buried inside Mel.

"How do you feel?" she asks, hand smoothing down the dark skinned woman's trembling thigh as her tail curls around them protectively.

Mel shivers, her body still quivering.

"Still sensitive," she breathes, lifting her head to meet her lover's gaze. "But…good. I feel good."

Her lips curl into a smile, the markings on her skin still faintly sparkling.

Pressing a kiss to her lips, Lest hums, "Perfect."

Then, her cock twitches and Mel realizes she's still hard, stirring a new wave of arousal in her gut.

"You're still—" she manages to gasp, thighs clenching. "You're still…?"

Lest lets out a dark laugh.

"Darling, it's impossible not to be around you. You have no idea how much I've had to hold back lately when all I want to do is be inside you, fill you, make you scream..."

Mel shudders, pressing herself closer, still sensitive but craving her wife all over again.

"Then do it," she whispers, fingers threading through the fur at the back of Lest's neck. "Don't hold back."

The cat woman's responding growl is more animal than human, and she shifts her grip on the mage's hips, darting forward to press her back into the mattress.

"You're sure you can take it?"

Mel's breath hitches as she spreads her legs wider. "Yes," she gasps, nails digging into the Vastaya's shoulders. "I want it—want you—"

Lest doesn't hesitate then, pounding into Mel at breakneck speed as the mage wraps her legs around a trim waist to try and gain any sense of stability.

"Gods, you're going to look so gorgeous carrying my babies," the fur covered woman groans. "Swollen, and glowing, and mine."

Leaning back, Lest unwraps Mel's legs from around her waist and pushes them apart, watching her wife's stomach as the bulge from her cock appears and disappears over and over.

Mel clings to her, hands tangled in the sheets and fur alike as she chases the growing heat between her legs. Her moans are ragged and desperate, her entire body burning, but she knows she's never felt this good before.

"Lest—!" She arches, golden markings flaring brightly as pleasure crests again—only for her wife to pin her hips down and keep her from chasing her release.

The Vastaya growls, leaning down to nip at Mel's jaw. "Not yet."

Tossing the green eyed woman's legs over her shoulder, Lest leans forward and presses their foreheads together, reaching further inside plush, velvet walls than before.

Mel whines, thrashing at the new angle—but Lest doesn't relent for several minutes, thrusts only getting sharper, deeper—until finally, finally—

"Now," she rasps, and Mel shatters.

Lest watches in awe as Mel comes undone beneath her—her wife's body arching off the bed, markings blazing like miniature suns, a ragged scream torn from her throat. The sight alone is nearly enough to push Lest over the edge, but she grits her teeth and guides Mel through the waves of pleasure, holding off her own release until Mel is finished.

When the mage comes down a minute later, Lest buries herself to the hilt with a groan, painting Mel's walls white once more as her cock releases her seed in long spurts.

Panting, the cat woman collapses against her lover, pressing lazy kisses to her sweat-damp skin as they both catch their breath.

"Beautiful," she murmurs against Mel's collarbone. "Absolutely beautiful."

Mel hums weakly, fingers tangling in Lest's fur as she pants. "Yes, you are," she manages to gasp, lips curling into a satisfied smile.

Lest rolls her eyes, but there's affection in the gesture. "Whatever you say."

She shifts, moving to pull out—but a leg hooks around her waist, stopping her.

"Stay," Mel whispers. "Just…stay inside for a bit."

The fur covered woman's amber eyes flash with affection, leaning down to nuzzle at Mel's neck as she purrs. "Okay, sweetheart."

Pressing a kiss to her shoulder, she turns her head to look down at Mel's body before bringing a hand up to rub her stomach. "Think there's already a few growing in there?"

Mel's gaze follows the motion, resting her own hand over Lest's. She can still feel the sticky warmth of her seed inside her, and the thought makes her chest flutter.

"Hopefully so," she breathes, soft eyes tracing the planes of the other woman's face. "I can't wait to find out for sure."

Lest purrs again, eyes slipping shut as the image plays through her head. Mel, round with her children...the idea stirs something inside her, a possessive pride.

"Well, I don't mind trying again, just to be sure," she murmurs playfully, hand tracing down the mage's curves before stopping on her hip.

Mel laughs breathlessly, swatting at her teasingly—though there's no denying the renewed spark of heat in her eyes. "Give me a few minutes, you insatiable creature," she huffs, but her fingers still linger against Lest's fur.

The Vastaya smirks, leaning down to drag her teeth over her collarbone. "I'll hold you to that."

The quick swipe of a pen on paper fills the air in otherwise silent room, councilwoman Mel Medarda going past the requirements of her duties by, yet again, working late into the evening.

For the past three weeks, she's been working on the latest draft of Piltover's agreement to fund the rebuild of Zaun, poring over the paperwork and making sure there's no way for the council to shut it down and send her back to the drawing board as they've done many times before.

The constant back-and-forth with the councilors on the board was driving her mad. It was known that they only cared for the well being of the rich and privileged Piltovians, and to hell with those in the undercity, but this time, she had a good feeling; she could sense that this was finally going to go through without any more changes or delays.

A knock on the door snaps Mel out of her thoughts, the woman turning her head in the direction of the unwelcome sound. "Enter," she calls out, her tone cold and short.

Her expression softens once the door opens and Lest walks through, the furry woman having just returned from some 'important errand' for the council. The familiar scent of her musk fills the room, drawing a genuine smile out of Mel.

"There you are," she murmurs. "I was about to send a search party out for you."

"I'm surprised you remembered anything outside of your office exists," Lest chides.

She walks closer to place a hot cup of tea on Mel's desk, careful to put a coaster down first before she's chastised like last time.

The dark skinned woman rolls her eyes at the comment before a huff of air escapes her lips. "Of course I remember you exist. You're one of the few people in this city that don't actively try to piss me off."

"Mm, I wouldn't say that, exactly," Lest mumbles with a laugh, yelping when the other woman reaches out to pinch her hip.

"Stop being annoying and sit down," Mel states, motioning for Lest to flop down into her usual seat; an overstuffed armchair set in front of her desk.

As the furry woman settles onto the plush cushion, Mel sighs and runs a hand through her locs, clearly exhausted. "Remind me again why I ever wanted this damn job."

"Because you love this city and its residents, and you're committed to bettering it for all of them. So you've said."

"And here I thought you were going to say something smart," Mel quips in response, a small smirk on her face.

She takes a moment to drink from the hot cup of tea on her desk, the warm liquid soothing as it moves down her throat. After setting the mug back down, her expression returns to one of exhaustion. "This damn paperwork is endless, like they're purposefully trying to tire me out."

Lest frowns, tilting her head slightly as she studies the councilor. It was obvious at this point that she was running herself into the ground, and that wasn't going to do her any good.

"When was the last time you took a break," the cat woman asks. "And I don't mean a 'meal break' where you eat at your desk while you work, that doesn't count. When was the last time you got some air outside of this room or the council chambers?"

Mel opens her mouth to respond, only to close it again once she realizes that she had no answer to the question. How long had it been since she was last outside either of her offices?

Days? Weeks? Longer?

She was too wrapped up in the paperwork and deadlines of it all to remember. "I don't need a break," she retorts weakly. "I'm perfectly fine working like this."

Lest lets out a skeptical hum, eyeing the other woman in disbelief. It was obvious to even a fool that she was far from fine; the bags under her eyes was evidence enough of that fact.

But Mel was stubborn, that was for sure. She had the tendency to work herself to the bone and neglect her own needs before admitting that something was wrong.

Knowing she won't be able to convince Mel to stop working completely, Lest conjures up something that will please both of them. "How about...a compromise then. Hm?"

Mel arches a brow, intrigued as to what she could possibly mean by that.

Willing to hear her out, she leans forward in her seat, elbows resting on her desk as she stares at the other woman. "What exactly did you have in mind?"

Lest smirks, knowing that she's got the other woman's attention now. Taking a moment to stretch and shift in her seat, her tail flicks back and forth a few times.

Her gaze meets Mel's, a mischievous gleam in her yellow eyes. "Hear me out before you say no, I already know how you get."

Mel huffs in response. "Go on, then."

"Since you insist on still working at this late hour...let me help you relax while you do," the cat hybrid purrs.

"Lest, I really don't have time for your cryptic—"

The taller woman stands up from the armchair, slowly circling around the desk to where Mel sat in her own chair. Her paw-like hands rest on the armrests, effectively trapping the councilwoman in her seat as the cat woman leans closer, a smirk still on her lips.

"You're exhausted," she states bluntly. "You need a break. And I have an idea on how you can unwind and still get your work done."

"And what is that, exactly?" Mel sneers.

"Stand up."

The dark skinned woman scoffs. "I'm not leaving this room, I already told you I have a lot of work—"

Lest reaches down to pull Mel to her feet before swiftly switching their positions and taking her place in the ornate chair.

When Mel starts to protest again, the hybrid unties her own robe and lets it fall open to reveal her nude form, flaccid cock and all. "All you have to do is sit on it and let me help you relax. You need to unclench a little," Lest chuckles.

Mel gapes in surprise before her expression morphs into one of a mix irritation and disbelief. "You cannot be serious," she sputters out. "Do you really think that now is the time for that? I have—"

Her protest is cut off as Lest reaches out to pull her closer, one hand grasping Mel's hip and the other lining herself up before pulling the councilor down onto her lap.

Mel lets out an undignified yelp as she's abruptly seated on Lest's lap, her silk robe immediately riding up from the sudden movement. The cat woman's cock is now nestled firmly inside her snug pussy, drawing a shuddering breath from Mel despite her protests.

"I— you insufferable—" she stammers, though she makes no move to get up. Lest just grins wider, adjusting them both comfortably in the chair before reaching for the discarded paperwork.

"See? Now you can relax and work," she purrs, handing Mel a pen. "Best of both worlds."

Mel glares daggers her way but begrudgingly accepts the pen, fingers tightening around it as she tries to focus on the document in front of her. "You're infuriating," she hisses, though the way her hips squirm against Lest's betrays her true feelings.

The woman underneath nuzzles into the crook of Mel's neck, chuckling. "And yet you haven't moved." She lets one paw slide up Mel's thigh, claws pricking gently. "Maybe you did need this more than you thought."

Mel swallows a moan. Despite the annoyance with Lest at going about it this way, she had to admit the furry woman was right. She did need a break, she just had an avoidant way of going about admitting it.

"Shut up," the councilor huffed, attempting a scathing tone but failing miserably as she shifted against the lap she was perched on.

It takes Mel a few minutes to ignore the full feeling, unwilling to admit that Lest was right. Eventually, she is able to work and focus on the paperwork in front her, actually getting a lot of work done. Every so often, Lest will shift the slightest bit and cause Mel to clench around her out of habit, causing the cat woman to smirk in response.

As Mel works, Lest just watches the way her face twists into different emotions; from annoyance, to concentration, to annoyance once again. Always one to help, Lest drags one hand to the tie of Mel's robe before pulling it loose and watching as it falls open.

"And what do you think you're doing?" The woman above asks.

Lest shrugs nonchalantly, but the gleam in her eye says otherwise. "Helping you relax a little more."

Sharp nails drag over Mel's taut stomach, the muscles there contracting as a large paw palms her left tit before tugging at the nipple.

Mel bites down on her lip to hold back a moan as Lest's nails rake over her stomach, eyes darting back to the paperwork in front of her. "Focus," she murmurs, but the breathless way it falls from her lips betrays her.

"Lest," Mel breathes. "You're distracting me."

"I'm just helping you relax," Lest murmurs into the woman's neck. "Just doing what you need. Isn't it working?"

She lifts her hips slightly, drawing a stifled noise from Mel.

"See? Don't you feel so much better now that I've helped you unwind a little? All you needed was some stress relief."

Mel can't deny the fact that the tension in her shoulders has eased, the work in front of her being done at a much swifter pace than before. She was, as much as it pained her to admit, relaxed.

"Damn you," she murmurs breathlessly, shifting her weight to brace herself better. "You and your damn ideas."

Lest chuckles against Mel's skin, nuzzling into the crook of her neck. "And yet, you never say no to them," she teases, deliberately rolling her hips again—just enough to remind Mel of where they're connected.

One paw slides lower, tracing idle circles along the councilwoman's thigh. "Besides, if this is what helps the city get its best work from you...well, who am I to deny them?"

Her tail flicks smugly behind them. "Consider it...public service."

Mel chokes out a laugh, her hand tightening its grip on the pen as Lest rolls her hips once more. She can feel the heat rising within her, body reacting to the ministrations of the other woman.

"Public service, huh?" she murmurs, biting back a moan as a paw drifts higher up her thigh. "Is that what you're calling it now?"

Lest's ears twitch with amusement as she nips lightly at Mel's shoulder. "Well, I am your assistant. It's my job to ensure you're performing at peak efficiency." Her claws drag higher, teasing the inside of Mel's thigh. "And right now? You're very efficient."

She punctuates this with another slow roll of her hips, her cock twitching inside the councilwoman. The paperwork in Mel's hands crumples slightly as her grip tightens involuntarily.

"See?" Lest purrs. "Productive and pleasurable. Really, we should've tried this sooner."

Mel ignores her in favor of going back to her paperwork, determined to finish this last pile off tonight.

Lest chuckles low in her throat, her expression growing more smug by the minute. She knew she'd won this particular round of their little game, and the knowledge only served to egg her on.

Her paw continues its ministrations, moving higher still and brushing over Mel's hard nipples. She feels the way the councilwoman tenses, fingers digging into the edge of the desk.

"Almost done?" Lest teases, nipping lightly at the curve of Mel's neck. "Just a few more pages to go, then you can really relax."

Her cock has hardened to its full length and girth by now, and Mel can feel every inch, twitching around the entirety of it.

Less than an hour later, Mel finally sets aside the last piece of paperwork she had been working on and breathes a sigh of relief.

Lest can't help but grin victoriously as the woman above her leans back into her lap, body limp and at ease.

"There," she hums, resting her paws on the woman's hips to steady her. "All done."

She doesn't give Mel much of a chance to reply, her grip tightening as she rolls her hips lazily. "Now you get your reward," she murmurs into the councilwoman's neck.

Mel groans as Lest’s grip tightens, her own hands finally releasing their death grip on the desk. She arches back against the woman beneath her, a shudder running through her as Lest’s cock presses deeper.

“You sneak,” she breathes, though her voice is thick with want. “You planned this from the start.”

Lest’s tail flicks smugly as she nips at Mel’s earlobe. “And you let me.” Her hips snap up sharply, wringing a gasp from the dark skinned woman. “Now quit complaining and take what you’ve earned.”

Mel’s retort dissolves into a moan as Lest takes charge, her claws digging possessively into soft hips. Fingers tangled in her locs, the fur of Lest's ears tickling her neck, Mel willingly gives in to the sensations flowing through her body.

All that pent up tension and stress seem to melt away, replaced with an intense satisfaction that leaves her pliant in the other woman's lap.

"Damn you," she manages out between gasps and moans. "You knew that'd get me to focus."

"I bet my cock could get you to do a lot of things," she murmurs before nipping at Mel's neck.

Mel hisses out a breath between clenched teeth, heat shooting through her at the playful bite. "You're insufferable," she shoots back without any real venom to her words. Though in her current state, it was difficult to sound anything other than breathless.

She lets her head fall back against the furry shoulder behind her, exposing more smooth, dark skin for the taking. "Insufferable, incorrigible, infuriating—"

"Oh, I love it when you talk dirty." Lest licks a stripe up her neck before rolling her hips up harder, Mel's slick walls swallowing her entirely. "Tell me, how much do you love it when I fuck you like this?"

Mel lets out a high-pitched whine before answering—or rather, trying to.

"I—ah!—don't," she gasps, nails digging into Lest's thighs as the feline's cock drives deep, but her words are undercut by the way she arches greedily into each thrust, her body betraying her.

Lest chuckles, sharp teeth flashing. "Liar." One paw grips Mel's hair, tugging her head back to expose her throat further. "Your cunt says otherwise."

And then she fucks up into her harder, determined to wring the truth—and everything else—from the councilwoman beneath her.

Mel barely has time to brace herself before Lest's grip tightens and her thrusts turn punishing—deep, fast, and perfectly calculated to unravel her completely. The desk rattles with each movement, papers long forgotten as Mel's fingers scramble for purchase.

"Lest—fuck—"

The feline smirks, husky voice dripping with smug satisfaction. "There it is." She leans in, licking the shell of Mel's ear before whispering, "Knew you'd break eventually."

Mel hates how right she is—how easily she folds under Lest's touch, her body singing with pleasure as she's pushed right to the edge.

And when she finally shatters, it's with Lest's name on her lips—a surrender that will never be heard beyond these four walls.

As Mel sinks against her with the full satisfaction of her climax, Lest's hands finally soften their grip, smoothing over dark skin and tracing the occasional claw mark.

She presses a gentle kiss to the curve of the other woman's shoulder, purring contentedly. "Better?"

For a moment, Mel doesn't respond. She just pants raggedly, her fingers loosening their death grip where they were clenched in Lest's fur. Then, slowly, a low, breathy sound escapes her.

slowly waking up from your slumber, you realized you were still in lest’s apartment. honestly, it wasn’t a surprise, you were here more often than you were in your actual apartment. what did surprise you were the golden feline eyes that were zeroed in on your sleepy face. once she noticed you were awake, a soft smile graced her dark red lips that were slightly smudged around the edges. you’re sure that if you looked in a mirror you would have the same lipstick smeared on your lips and neck.

grabbing her waist firmly but with a soft touch, you slowly switched your positions with her lying on her back with you now straddling her hips. she lounged back against the random throw pillows on the couch, staring into your eyes with blowout pupils and a smirk on her lips that showed off her sharp canines, the sharp teeth reminding you of the throbbing in your neck from the night before.

you could feel her half-hard cock pressing against your groin, making your lower stomach feel fuzzy with arousal. your panties were still soaked from the night before, it didn’t take much for you to get riled up again. slowly rocking your hips against her cock, you relished in the pleasurable sigh that left lest’s lips. her hands trailed up your thighs and settled on your waist, squeezing the soft curves of your body in her hands.

looking up to you for permission, she palmed your breasts in her hands as soon as you eagerly nodded in affirmation. you pathetically whined as she pinched your nipples in her nimble fingers, instinctually arching your back into her touch. she started squeezing the pliable flesh in her hands in such a rhythm that it reminded you of an actual cat kneading a pillow. pushing your shirt over your breasts, she sucked softly on one bud while twisting the other in her fingers, languishing her rough tongue around your areolas. she intentionally scraped her fang against the tip of your nipple, pulling a gasp from your lips. your hands instinctually tangled in her hair and have a sharp tug, drawing a groan from the cat hybrid below you.

with your hands in her hair, you massaged the outer part of her pointed ears and teasingly flicked your tongue against the soft cartilage of the tips of her ears. a loud purr sounded in her chest that vibrated your nipple in her mouth, her hips jolting up as her length grew harder beneath you. her thick fluffy tail swished back and forth under the two of you, tickling the back of your thighs.

you tugged her head up and connected your lips to hers in a searing kiss. she nipped at your bottom lip and you happily opened your mouth at her wordless request. she massaged her sandpaper tongue against yours and you responded in kind by curling yours against hers, giggling at the soft scraping of your two tongues. reaching under her shirt you buried your hands in her speckled fur and massaged her waist, drawing a purr from her chest. you pulled back from the kiss impatiently and shifted back on her thighs, “clothes off, now.”

lest smirked up at you and snickered, "eager today aren't we?"

you sucked in a sharp breath and pulled her skirt down with her underwear in one fell swoop, "you have no idea."

lest sat forward a little and slipped her shirt over her head, her nipples covered by the fur decorating her chest. her sides had matching speckles sprinkled down her torso that looked like a painter flicked their paintbrush at her from a distance. she had darker fur around her crotch that was neatly trimmed, the pattern in her fur creating a delicious landing strip that you couldn't help but stare at. god she had such a pretty cock, standing tall at 7 inches with a slight curve to the left, you swear you've memorized the shape and could pick it out of a lineup with your eyes closed. you leaned down and made direct eye contact with her, giving her tip a few poised kitten licks. her breath caught in her throat, a guttural growl coming from her chest as he hips bucked up against your mouth.

you shucked off your pants as fast as you could, rubbing your clit a few times in preparation but you were already so wet from the night before, you efforts were somewhat in vain. your clit was aching, so swollen from your unfinished business last night that you didn't even bother making lest beg to be inside of you like you usually did. scooting forward to be directly over her lap, you lined the tip of her cock up with your slit and rubbed the oozing end back and forth through your slick, relishing in the delicious groan that left lest's lips below you. her hands flew up to your hips and dug her fingers into your flesh, her cock twitching impatiently against your folds.

"please.. put me inside."

you hummed and sleepily smirked down at her, "who's the eager one now?"

she looked up at you with those desperate gorgeous orange eyes that still had a slight purple hue to them and you knew you couldn't resist anymore. lining her cock up with your opening, you slowly sunk down on her length with a high-pitched moan. lest wasn't fairing much better, resisting the urge to immediately start thrusting into you when you looked so ethereal above her, a high that she could never reach with shimmer. you could feel lest's nails leaving crescent marks in your skin, cooing down at her in appreciation of her willpower allowing you to adjust to her lengthy cock.

you sunk down all the way to the hilt of her cock with a satisfied sigh, let's hips slightly shifting to be comfortable under your weight. slowly starting to rock your hips, lest pulled you down with a hand at the nape of your neck and buried her face into your neck, littering your skin with kisses and small nips wherever she could reach. her hands traced up to your shoulder blades, her nails digging into your skin and running down your back as she started shallowly thrusting up into your heat. you groaned and threw your head back, goosebumps forming on your forearms as a shiver went up your spine. lest let her neck fall back and planted her feet into the couch, her hips adjusting as they angled upwards. cupping the back of your neck, she pulled you down into a breathy kiss as she started to thrust up into you as you simultaneously rode her cock, each contact of your skin creating a delicious slap that started to fill the room.

all you could feel was how hot your body felt and the new humidity in the room, her thrusts were making you dizzy as her cock always stretched you out so well. you pulled away from the kiss and leaned back, your hands gripping lest's knees behind you. lest continued roughly snapping her hips into you, her eyes mesmerized by the bouncing of your tits with each thrust.

"doing so good for me baby, you always take me so well," she praised you and let out a choked moan as she felt you clench around her.

"rub that pretty little clit for me baby, wanna see you cum on my cock," she said breathily, her thrusts becoming more shallow and frequent. you nodded and followed her command, reaching between your legs and rubbing tight circles on your protruding clit that was practically begging for more.

almost as quickly as you touched your sensitive button, you felt the tight coil in your abdomen snap as the curve of lest's cock perfectly brushed against your g-spot, your walls contracting around her girthy length. lest wasn't fairing much better, her thrusts getting more sporadic and feral as your walls hugged her in close. her chest involuntarily jerked forward with her mouth hanging open in a silent scream, her hips twitching as her cum painting your walls white with a quiver of her cock.

you shivered as you felt her juices dribbling down your thigh, both of you focused on catching your breath and recovering from your respective orgasms. her gently rocked her hips back and forth to work both of you through your aftershock. she leaned forward and pushed your hair away from your sweaty face, kissing your forehead tenderly, "so good for me, every time." your brain was still fuzzy from the high of coming on her cock, all you could respond with was a nod and a happy hum.

she wrapped her arms around your neck as she laid back down, her tail curling around your thigh as you laid down with her. you nuzzled your face into her sternum and clung to her torso. lest pulled a stray blanket over the two of you and rubbed her nose against your scalp, cradling you in her arms. she reached over to the table for her pipe, taking a few puffs and filling the room with a lavender haze.

good thing she worked at night, she'd hate to disturb you when you looked so peaceful in her arms, even if it was just temporary.

desperate!lest who begs for you even after you came. telling you she'll be gentle, that she can make you feel better than she just did, asking to taste you so she can help clean you up, the list goes on.

desperate!lest who pathetically ruts into you after she cums, whining about how you made her feel so good, saying thank you over and over like a prayer. her voice gets so raspy, it almost fires you up enough for a second round.

desperate!lest who always, without fail, purrs as she eats you out. she can't help it, you just taste so good and she loves you so much! and of course she cums just from the way your hand tangled itself in her hair and your thighs clench around her head.

desperate!lest who gets so into it, she accidentally digs her claws into your hips a little rougher than usual. she doesn't realize until you both come down, and she sees the smudge of blood on your hips. it takes ages for her to stop apologizing, and you telling its okay, that you're not hurt for her to finally calm down.