#snzfet

It was the middle of the night - a time Caitlyn Kiramman had grown accustomed to seeing through little choice of her own. She was the type of person who preferred to keep herself on a routine, but she hadn’t lived a life that really allowed for that, and so her sleep schedule typically suffered. Some nights she awoke for what seemed like no reason, when it was really underlying stress she hadn’t yet unearthed forcing her brain awake. Other times, certain nighttime sounds, however distant, kept her mind restless and alert. But tonight it wasn’t anxiety keeping her up, nor was it any noise. The only sounds Caitlyn could hear was her sleeping partner breathing next to her, the flick of her quill on parchment, and every now and then, her own soft, quick sniffs.

That partner, Vi, was sprawled haphazardly on the mattress beside her, sheets kicked off around her, her shirt riding up past her navel to expose the muscles in her stomach. Her quiet snores reassured Caitlyn that she was having pleasant dreams. Her pillow was nowhere in sight, having landed somewhere in the dark. Vi wasn’t a complete mess, but she wasn’t organized, either. Whether she was awake or asleep, her things ended up where they ended up. Sometimes they made it to the side table, sometimes not. Sometimes her shirt came off in the night without her even realizing it (which of course neither of them minded).

Caitlyn herself was generally the opposite. Everything had its own specific place on the table or in the drawer on her side of the bed: a clock with a display that she could read in the dark, because she preferred to know the time exactly (right now, it was 1:14am). An eye patch, which she only took off at bed and put a separate fresh one on first thing in the morning. A glass of water for when she woke up in the night and needed to drink something to ground her. And a clean handkerchief, for when she needed to…

“...hiih…”

…needed… to…

“...ihh- ih-hiiH-! …h-HIIH-! Ih’hh… hh… hah- … …hahh-h… hhn…….”

…or… not.

Caitlyn let out a soft growl, crumpling the cloth in her hand, knuckling the side of her nostril with the other. Honestly, what was going on with her? Was it dust, something in the air? An oncoming illness? But… she felt fine otherwise. This wasn’t like her. Everything about her was normally more predictable - not perfect, but more controlled, more… organized. And the fact that this reaction was so out of her control was-

“-nhh-! Ahh’hh… hih-! Hh-hih… hh… ih’HIH-! …h’h… ha’aaahhhh…” 

-exasperating.

“...Mmn… you’re awake.”

Caitlyn heard her girlfriend’s voice beside her, drowsy but coherent. She looked over and smiled softly, reaching over to ruffle Vi’s short pink hair. Vi yawned and blinked back sleepily, leaning into her touch.

“Sorry, love. I didn’t mean to disturb you.” 

Vi shook her head wearily. “N… No, you didn’t, I was already…” Then her brow furrowed when she saw the light was dimly lit, and there was parchment on her partner’s lap. “Hey, it’s late… and you’re working on something. Didn’t we talk about this?”

“I know, I know,” Caitlyn sighed, giving her a soft smile. She moved the papers onto the side table. “But I couldn’t sleep anyways, so I thought I should at least make myself useful.”

“...I heard you panting, so, to be honest, I kind of thought you were, y’know… …doing something else.”

Caitlyn raised an eyebrow and wrinkled her nose, but she couldn’t help but laugh. “Do you have to be so vulgar?”

“I’m just saying…” Vi mirrored her expression mockingly.

“Ha. Of course you are. But no, it’s just... It’s…” Her voice tapered off unexpectedly, and she went quiet. Vi rolled closer to her partner.

“Something bothering you?” she asked, concern in her voice. Now Vi was worried that the breathing she thought she'd heard before had actually been crying. Both of them still occasionally woke up with nightmares. The trauma they’d experienced would never leave them completely. But having each other for comfort helped immensely. 

A heavy sigh. Caitlyn pressed her fingers to her forehead, looking exasperated. “...Yes, actually, but it’s not what you’re thinking. It’s… Ihi-it’s- ih-! Hh…!” Her voice pitched up as she spoke, as if she was going to ask a question. But she didn’t. Instead, her eyebrows quivered, her mouth gasped open, and her vision unfocused. Her breath stuttered a few more times before it held, for a moment, a long moment… and then she exhaled hard, and her body slumped forward in frustration. “-haah. Ugh… It’s that.”

Vi simply blinked back. “...Ahuh. And what was that, exactly?”

Caitlyn rubbed her thumb and forefinger against the bridge of her nose, growling softly. “A sneeze that won’t come! I’ve got to so badly. I just can’t for some reason.”

That was what it looked like. Still… “What? You have to sneeze, but then you try to sneeze and you just… don’t?”

“P- hh… Precisely.”

Although when she sat perfectly still, and she didn’t breath, and she didn’t move, Caitlyn could pretend everything was fine. But unfortunately, breathing was unavoidable. A single sniff, and it immediately reignited the flame in her sinuses that flickered and flared and threatened to become an uncontrollable but ultimately relieving fit of sneezes - but unfortunately it only threatened it. As soon as it would reach its peak, and her remaining eye would squeeze shut, and she’d think she could hardly stand it any longer, it would just as suddenly elude her, leaving her in bleary-eyed aggravation. Over and over again.

Vi just watched as Caitlyn’s nose twitched with expectancy, only to be met with nothing once more. 

“...Wow. That sucks,” she said merely.

Cait scrunched up her nose. Even when the tickle receded, it never fully went away, still taunting her from the recesses of her sinuses. “You’re telling me.” 

“Hmm…” Vi tapped her chin in mock thought. “Well. That’s definitely not normal. So… sounds to me like you need a checkup from Dr. Vi. Who fortunately for you happens to be right here.” 

“Doctor? Really?” Caitlyn shifted her weight towards the supposed medical professional, leaning into a fist. “I’d like to see your credentials, Miss Doctor.”

“It’s not Miss Doctor, it’s Dr. Vi!” They were both grinning in spite of themselves. “Now tell me, young lady, how long have you been suffering with your ailment?”

Caitlyn rolled her eyes but decided she would play along with an honest account. “Well… I suppose I’ve had to sneeze since this afternoon… It was just a small itch then, but nothing came of it. I thought it’d go away. I didn’t expect it to stick around and get stuck like this… Now I can’t even sleep. It’s torturous.”

“Mhm... And has this ever happened to you as a result of stopping a sneeze?”

The patient pinched the bridge of her nose for a moment, then released it when the feeling subsided. “W-Well, somewhat, but not like this. This is just terrible.”

“So then…” Vi turned over on her stomach, resting her hands under her chin playfully. The doctor act was already forgotten; she was back to being her regular, devious self again. “You have an itch you need help scratching, is that right~?”

Caitlyn smirked at her, knowing her girlfriend was teasing at something else, but she chose to ignore it for the time being. “Not unless you can make me sneeze, Violet.”

Vi didn’t mind being called by her full name when it was Caitlyn. Only special people were allowed the honor, and there was no one else more special. “I can make you sneeze. Easy. You’re holding the solution as we speak.” She plucked the feather quill out of Caitlyn’s hand, swishing it around playfully.

The other girl raised an eyebrow, but her expression was softened by her current desperation. She sniffed, and the tickle nipped her back. “...A feather? Really?”

“Yeah, what else?”

“I don’t know, it’s just so… stereotypical. It seems like something you’d see in a cartoon; it doesn’t really work, does it?”

Vi continued to twirl the quill around in her hands. “It does if you know what you’re doing.” 

The marksman couldn’t help but sniff again in response. She pushed a slender finger along her upper lip to abate the urge, though it hardly helped. “Ahh… A-And you know, do you?”

“Well, Miss High-Society Topsider, I know you’ve probably never been bored a day in your life. It’s amazing the things you can learn when you’ve got nothing else to do.” She pointed the quill towards her girlfriend. “Like how to make yourself sneeze.” 

Caitlyn folded her arms, lightly amused. “So, you’ve done it? Forced yourself to sneeze, with that?”

“Sure have. Why, you want me to prove it?” she said slyly.

“Hh-hih-” Caitlyn stuttered as the sneeze took hold of her again. She put up a finger, leaning to the side, willing hopelessly for the reaction to fulfill itself. But it wouldn’t. She knew it wouldn’t. What a terrible tease it was… Her thin nose flexed, and tears lined the bottom of her eye as disappointment greeted her once more - she released her held breath. “-hah. N… Nothing, again… See, this is how it’s been all night, can’t you see how much it’s been bothering me?”

Vi flushed at the desperation in the other woman’s features, at her bangs that were falling out of place, her lips that parted slightly whenever she gasped. God, how is she so… “You know… you’re pretty hot when you can’t sneeze.” 

Caitlyn rolled her eyes, but she felt her cheeks flush. “Well, I’m glad one of us is enjoying herself.”

“What’s that?” Vi pushed herself onto all fours, leaning in so their lips were close, their noses brushing. “You wanna enjoy yourself, too?”

Even that light touch against her nose reignited the nerves in her sinuses. Cait leaned away involuntarily, gripping the handkerchief in her hand. “W-Well… It’s a little hard for me to en-hehh- …at the moment…. Hh- hhahh… i’hh… h'hnnn…” 

Vi shifted back, just watching as she once again hitched uselessly. “Wow - did I make you do that? Man, you’re sensitive… Well, I think you’ve suffered enough. Come’ere, let’s give this a try. I’ll have you sneezing in moments.” 

But despite how much of a bother it was, Caitlyn was still hesitant. “Aheh… ahh… are you sure… it’s going to work for me…?”

Vi nodded reassuringly. “Of course. Like I said, I’ve done this before. Besides, I always take good care of you, don’t I?”

Caitlyn offered a small smile. “Well, I suppose…” 

“And we can stop any time. I’m not gonna force you.” 

“...All right, I guess... we can try it...” Caitlyn shuffled her body forward a bit on the bed, conceding. After all… it was only a feather. And it was only Vi. Even if she felt ridiculous, surely she’d made herself look even more ridiculous being unable to sneeze, hadn’t she? And Vi had never judged her. So she probably wouldn’t choose now to start.

“That’s my girl.” Vi gave her hand a squeeze, then shifted back into a cross-legged position on the bed. She leaned in towards her girlfriend’s face, inspecting her thin, almond-shaped nostrils as if there was something to see. Caitlyn sat up tall, literally looking down the bridge of her nose. She couldn’t help but feel slightly self-conscious - she wasn’t used to someone inspecting her like that… even if it was Vi. Cait watched her girlfriend’s thumb go to her cheek, pulling the skin to the side to cause her slender nostril to widen, and before she could hardly register it, the feather went in and up- and as soon as it did, her body rejected it.

“Kehff’Hh-!” Caitlyn sputtered involuntarily, pulling her head back. She hastily covered her face, embarrassed at the sound she’d made, even if she couldn’t help it.

Violet pulled back, too. “I’m sorry - too fast? I can go slower.”

“-Wh… what are you doing?!” 

“Huh? Uh… I’m trying to make you sneeze?” 

Caitlyn sniffed harshly, trying to rid herself of the residual tickles the feather left behind. “I didn’t realize you were going to put it in my nose, I thought you were just going to… dust it around the outside, or something...”

“Okay, see, that doesn’t actually work. What you gotta do is get the tip to reach the back of your nose.” 

Caitlyn made a face. “That far? I don’t know if I can stand it, Vi…”

“Well, that’s sorta the point - that’s what makes you sneeze.” Vi tilted the feather up, once again staring at her partner’s nose as if it would give her some sort of clue to unlocking the reaction they both desired. It was long and slim, both angular and smooth at once, and mostly symmetrical, unlike Vi’s, which had been broken more than once in the past. “Hmm… well, your left side tends to be more sensitive. So maybe we try the right nostril. Maybe the left one was too much for you.” 

“My left… is it?” She’d never noticed before - she didn’t even think to notice. But she guessed she shouldn’t put it past Vi to pay attention to something like that.

“Yeah, it is - here, I’ll show you.” Suddenly Vi dropped the quill and reached towards her girlfriend’s breasts - Caitlyn intercepted by grabbing her hands in her own.

“Focus, Vi,” she reminded, raising an eyebrow.

The other woman feigned innocence, still eying her chest. “On what now?”

“On- eh’hih-!” The sneeze chose that moment to take over, and Cait couldn’t help but succumb to its control. It was almost as if it was telling them to “take this more seriously.” She let her breath staccato silently, almost noiselessly, as she concentrated so hard, so closely… Vi watched unblinking as her girlfriend’s chin tilted up, up, her nostrils flexing with need, her eyebrows knitting tightly, and thought, I know that face. She’s got it now. 

“-ha-iih-! Hiih-! Ih-hiih-! -hh’hiihhh-” 

…Only… she didn’t. As close as it was, it was still just as far. It didn’t matter how badly she wanted it. It just wouldn’t happen.

“...hihh… ihh… hhhhh…”

Caitlyn's shoulders drooped with another heavy exhale, and she rubbed at her poor, defeated nose. It stung back at her in response, as if it was scolding her for being unable to sneeze. Which was truly unfair, she thought, because she was willing it with all her might, and what more could she do? It was out of her control. And she hated it when she couldn’t control something.

“...Damn. I really thought you were going to sneeze that time,” Violet murmured at her display.

Caitlyn groaned despite herself, frustrated, weary. “I thought so the first ten times it happened, but at this point I’ve given up hope.” 

“To be honest… I’m glad you didn’t sneeze, though. I want to be the one to make you.” 

Caitlyn slapped her arm playfully; her girlfriend grinned, cheeky. “Vi! I’m the one suffering here!”

“Well, you won’t have to be for much longer if you let me try the feather again.”

Caitlyn stared at her for a minute, then she nodded. Fine, she’d let her partner have a go again. Maybe it was out of her control, but it might not be out of Vi’s. “Alright... I’m willing to try anything at this point, even if I really can’t stand it. I don’t care how I sneeze, as long as I finally do.” 

Vi lifted the feather upright once more, determined. “You will. I’ll make sure of it.” 

“One second,” Caitlyn stopped her, holding up a hand in front of her face before the quill could get near her nose again. “Just… show me what you’re planning on doing first.”

“Show you? I thought that’s what I was doing.”  

“No, no. On yourself.”

Vi tilted her head. “Oh… you want me to make myself sneeze?” 

Caitlyn nodded, pushing Vi’s hands towards her own face. “I- hh… w… wanna… ahhh.. hem.” She cleared her throat, shaking her head side to side. “I… want to see what you’re planning to do, on you.”

Vi licked her lips, her eyes narrowing at the quill in her hands. “Hmm, well… it’s been a little while, but sure, I bet I could still do it.”

“Well, I hope you can. If you want to use it on someone else, you should at least be able to use it on yourself, shouldn’t you?”

“Hm! Well, you’re not wrong. Fine, then - I’m curious if I can still make it happen, anyways. Just watch me, all right?” 

Vi quickly got to work, twisting the feather in her hand so that the end was curved downwards, following the contour of the inside of her nose. Her taller girlfriend bent down slightly in her seated position to get a better view, and one eyebrow arched as she watched Vi insert the end of the feather into her nostril without even flinching. It had felt so ticklish inside her own nose, but Vi didn’t really look bothered - not yet, at least. A bit more, and then Vi’s nostril slowly pulled upwards, her eyebrows creasing. Her lips parted unevenly, exposing her upper canine. Her eyes began to glaze over as they watched her hand holding the instrument, which she moved around in deliberate, twitching motions, trying to find that certain spot she knew was there, she just had to refamiliarize herself with it…

As Caitlyn witnessed her partner attempt to induce, she felt her own expression mirroring Vi’s against her will, her nostrils tugging upwards and flexing as her girlfriend’s did, her eye tearing up slightly at the corners. Her breath hissed as she began to hitch again - it itched, it really itched, so much - and suddenly her eye was watering too much to even see Vi anymore. The sneeze wanted to form, so badly, her body stuck in a loop of preparing for an event that refused to take place. And she wanted it to, too. Would watching Vi be enough…? It felt like… maybe it could be… 

Caitlyn could just make out Vi’s features through the blur of her vision. Violet’s head was nodding back, one hand moving the feather in little circles inside one nostril, the other posed to catch the sneeze when it came. Caitlyn’s hand inched gradually towards her own nose wishfully. She blinked and dislodged a few tears, and then she could see her partner’s expression for a moment - Vi was on the cusp of it now, having located the spot in her nose and flitting the ticklish part of the feather right on top of it - Vi’s eyes blinked closed, the desperation overwhelming her, which then overwhelmed both of them, their breath catching simultaneously-

“-haa’hHh-!” Caitlyn inhaled, more vocal than before, the desperation building - sneezing was so tantalizingly close now… Her eyes winced shut, and-

“Ahh’hh… heh… Heh-Hh-H-HA’AKSCHh-! -sh’sCHhIUu–!” Vi doubled over from the force of it into her hands, the feather fluttering back to the bed as she did. Cait heard the harsh sound of it but missed seeing it, since her own eye had been teased shut. However… somehow, despite how horribly it itched, and how ready she was to let it out… she still hadn’t managed to sneeze. Instead of a satisfying release, she was only met with a terrible sting in her nasal passages that left her breathless and wanting. She wrinkled her nose, massaging at the sides between both hands, unable to handle the awful prickling feeling that remained. How she wished Vi’s sneezes could’ve been her own… they sounded awfully relieving… and she’d been so damn close…

Vi leaned back out of her hands with a gasp, wiping the leftover irritation from her eyes and nose - she had been so focused on making herself induce she hadn’t even noticed Cait’s struggle. “-ha! Th… There, you see? Toldja I could do it.” 

Cait swiped at her eye, too, the sneeze having backed off disappointingly once more. “My… goodness, that was powerful.”

Vi thumbed her nose, giving a quick sniff. “You could say ‘bless you.’”

“...I’m not sure you’re meant to bless a sneeze like that,” she responded teasingly.

“What?! What’s that supposed to mean?” 

Cait hoped she hadn’t sounded too short with her, but… she was a bit jealous. After all, Vi got to have two satisfying, strong sneezes, and she got nothing. “Well… if someone forces a sneeze when there wasn’t one in the first place, do you still bless them?”

Vi folded her arms. “Damn. I didn’t realize there were so many rules about manners…” she pouted. “And I did it just for you, too…”

Caitlyn couldn’t help but laugh, apologetic. She knew Vi didn’t care much about manners, but she did care about getting attention from the person who loved her most. Who was Cait to deny it? “Alright, alright - bless you, love.” 

Vi grinned approvingly, scrubbing the base of her nose with the back of her fingers. “Heh! That’s more like it. Well. I think now I’ve got a better idea of what to do for you.” She picked the feather up off of the bedsheets, pointing it towards Cait. “I’m gonna try your right side this time - maybe it’ll go better since it’s less sensitive. I’ll start out slow, and then go a little faster, once we find the right spot. Move it around in different ways, see what we can make happen - how does that sound?”

Well… “...I think that sounds… um…” Sexual. It definitely sounds sexual. 

“Hmm? It sounds what?” Vi simpered, the corner of her mouth twitching into a grin. “Heh, don’t worry. I only talk this way with you, you know.” 

“Sure you do… sometimes,” Caitlyn teased back. “Sometimes in the moment you’re a little… speechless.” 

Vi’s cheeks flushed red. “I, well… It’s not my fault, it’s you- I can’t help it with you…” 

Caitlyn smiled warmly, leaning in to kiss her on the forehead, but her face faltered as she did. “w- h’heh…” The sneeze was already back with a vengeance, punishing her again for some unknown reason that she clearly didn’t deserve. She pressed her index finger hard against the bridge bone - it was truly cruel that her body was even allowed to react like this in the first place, to itch in a spot she couldn’t reach. But there was no use whining about it - it wasn’t going to solve the problem. And she was going to lose her mind if the problem wasn’t solved soon. She rubbed her tongue against the roof of her mouth and scrunched her nose again, swallowing hard, then picked up the feather from in between them. 

“L… Let’s try again. I don't like the feeling but... I shouldn't give up so easily.” 

Vi nodded. “Okay. We’ll make you sneeze. I promise.” 

“Well, let’s hope so… This is getting ridiculous.” 

“I’m gonna try your right side now, okay?”

“All right. Let’s get this overwith…” 

Caitlyn watched as once again, the feather was lifted towards her nose with the hopes of coaxing out the most stubborn sneeze. As soon as she felt the feather go in, though, she could quickly tell that it was… less ticklish. What a difference it was between the left side - although it certainly felt like something, that something wasn’t a sneeze. She concentrated as best she could, though, trying to at least give it a chance. Vi could tell that Caitlyn wasn’t really feeling anything this time - her brow was hardly furrowed, her features more relaxed. Maybe if she pressed in just a bit farther? She lifted her partner’s chin up with her other hand, using gravity to help glide the feather down, moving it sporadically about. Even though it didn’t feel like a sneeze, it was still irritating - though mostly in the back of her throat. Cait suddenly sniffed hard, and Vi hoped perhaps she was making progress, when suddenly Cait pushed her partner’s hand away, the feather sliding out of her nose and quickly forcing her to-

“-h’ffeh-! -sh… shiu…” 

Well. That… sounded like a sneeze… kind of. Even though it wasn’t. Caitlyn shook her head hard, looking even more bothered and even less relieved than before. Vi stared at her flustered expression… and she could help but laugh - she covered her mouth. “Okay, I know that wasn’t a sneeze.” 

Caitlyn shook her head, massaging the sides of her nose between her fingers again. “N… No, not quite. That was just… an attempt to manifest it.” 

“I thought so. Your sneezes never sound like that.” 

The taller woman smoothed her long hair out of her face, sighing. “I dunno, Vi… I couldn’t feel much that time. I guess you were right about my left being more sensitive… and perhaps my right isn’t sensitive enough.” 

“Man, that’s a shame. Would’ve been nice if it just worked.”

Cait groaned again. “I never knew it could be so complicated to sneeze… But what am I supposed to do? It's driving me mad, I can't possibly get to bed like this… and I’m sorry you’ve had to stay awake with me through all of it.” 

Vi rubbed the back of her neck. “Don’t worry about it, okay? You know I can’t sleep when you’re up, anyways. I’m not gonna let you suffer alone.”

“Even with something as trivial as a sneeze?” Cait snickered - though as soon as she said it, it stung her sharply again, forcing her to pinch her nose. 

“Hey, this isn't just any sneeze. This is the worst damn sneeze of all time,” Vi chuckled, shaking her head. “Listen, I know it didn’t feel great, but your left nostril is the one that keeps pulling up, even when I was trying the feather on your right side. Maybe the right side didn’t work because it’s not bothering you there.”

“Oh, um…” Cait twitched her nose a bit, feeling for it. “Hmm, perhaps… It seems like it itches everywhere… B-But…” Now that she thought about it, the tickle did feel more concentrated on her left side. She reached up to touch that side of her nose, rubbing slow circles into it with her knuckle. The movement began to coax it forward a little, and her breathing quickly grew disjointed once again- “Th-There- it… ahh… is… ih-hit’s there, where my finger is-”

“Where - here?” Vi reached up to her face, pressing her thumb over her partner’s knuckle. When Caitlyn moved her hand out of the way and felt Vi’s touch in place of her own, the sensation suddenly multiplied, radiating outwards from where Vi’s finger rested against her skin, and she was completely overcome with it. Her sinuses spasmed - she almost pushed Vi’s hand away from how powerful it was, but her brain was functioning just well enough to recognize that somehow, even though it itched to tears, her girlfriend’s touch was keeping the sneeze in place rather than allowing it to shrink back like it had been all night long. Almost as if, somehow, she was holding it there. Caitlyn didn’t dare move. At least not quickly. Her facial features twitched against her control, but otherwise, she kept her movements gradual, deliberate. She was not going to lose it again. 

“Please,” she managed, pushing the feather quill across the bed, towards her partner. She placed her other hand over the one Vi held to her face, trying to prevent her from moving it off of her nose. “J… Just m- ...make me sn…neeze…” 

Violet’s eyes widened at the sudden urgency in her tone. “W… Wow. Okay, I’ll try. Let’s see-”

Caitlyn felt Vi brush the tip of the feather against her upper lip, then slowly move it higher, slipping into the curve of her left nostril. She winced at the intrusion, feeling each fiber of the feather brushing against the walls of her nose uncomfortably as it went deeper still, traveling over skin previously untouched. She braced herself, swallowing hard, trying to keep from coughing against it. What an awkwardly ticklish feeling it was, not just in her nose but also in her throat, in the space between her eyes… It was definitely more reactive than the right side, that she was sure of… Vi wasn’t wrong about her left side being sensitive. Though now she was wondering, what kind of reaction did her past self have that led to Vi figuring that out in the first place…? The thought was chased from her head as a ticklish tremor shot up her nose like a lightning bolt - she inhaled abruptly, and she must’ve pulled a face, too, because a moment later Vi was asking her, “You gonna sneeze?”

Unable to respond, Caitlyn just gave her head a subtle shake - Vi hesitated.

“Is it too much? Want me to stop-”

“Mm-mm…” Caitlyn barely shook her head again, trying not to let the feeling escape her once more. “K…Keep g-going- ih… t’s… w-working…” 

“Really? Okay, got it-” Vi immediately started up again, quickly pulsing the feather inside her nose, moving it in and out and even deeper- Cait’s head tipped back further, eye narrowing towards the ceiling, her nostrils flexing with need. It was coming - surely now, it had to be coming… Her entire nose was filled with it, this tantalizing, tingling, buzzing urge, nuzzling deep within her sinuses, just waiting for the feather to brush it in the right way, the right spot - but that spot kept feeling like it was just out of reach. How was it possibly still eluding her, even though it was so strong she could hardly stand it - she didn’t think she’d be able to bear it if the sneeze didn’t come now, not when it felt so finally within her grasp… Again, she must’ve been making a face that really gave her away, because Vi said, “It’s right there, isn’t it?”

It was. It really was, right there, right on the cusp… But it wouldn’t come… why, why couldn’t she just sneeze already… It just didn’t make any sense…

But Vi was done watching her girlfriend suffer - she wasn’t about to let the sneeze get away again. She tried to act quickly. “Here, I’ve got an idea - you take the feather from me, keep moving it like I was. I’m gonna try something, okay?”

“...I d’know, y…you’re th-heh… one who- ehh’hehhh… wh-who’s the expert… at thi-his…” Caitlyn breathed, feeling a tear roll down her cheek. 

“Sure, sure, on myself. You're the one who knows how it feels right now, not me. You got this. Just go slow so you don’t make yourself choke again, alright?” 

Caitlyn let out a jagged sniff, nodding shakily. She wasn’t confident she could induce any better than her partner, but as she’d said, she was willing to try anything at this point. She clumsily switched positions with Vi, her right hand taking hold of the feather and her left hand still holding Vi’s against the side of her nose. The itch was still there, strong as ever, burning a hole through her sinuses and burrowing itself deeper - but Caitlyn pushed the feather after it. The presence of Vi’s right hand on her nose was preventing the sneeze from fading, but it still managed to escape her grasp, leaving her in a torturous limbo. She knew if she pushed the feather too deep, she’d end up coughing again and it’d let the sneeze escape. And there was entirely no way she could let that happen. She just hoped whatever her girlfriend had in mind was going to work…

Vi hoped so, too. With her left hand free, she reached up to touch her partner’s face. She wasn’t especially confident in what she was about to do, but… It was ticklish enough when my nose just brushed hers, so… Vi tentatively extended her index finger, then lightly pressed it into the space between Cait’s eyebrows. Her nose responded immediately - it shivered and her nostrils flared, and Caitlyn felt the nerves in her sinuses convulse tremendously. Then Vi moved her fingertip downwards, brushing small, rhythmic strokes down the bridge of her twitching nose, scratching at it ticklishly with her fingernail, causing the skin there to crinkle more and more and more as she did, until-

“-vhh… V-Vi-”

“Sorry, is that okay - is it working?” Vi asked, apprehensive.

Caitlyn managed to give her partner a single nod, stammering “D-Don’t stop-” -and that was all she was able to offer before her mind went numb.

Vi didn’t stop. She quickened the pace of her movements on Cait’s nose, stroking her finger down its spine and skimming her fingernail along its tender skin. Caitlyn’s face pulled into an involuntary sneer. Her eyebrows pinched, her jaw slackened. She continued to try and tease her nose with the feather, but her movements were getting harder and harder to control… she simply felt mentally and physically paralyzed by the need to sneeze. Thankfully, Vi wasn’t detoured. She made her strokes faster, short and quick, her fingertip brushing from the top of her nose until it reached the underside. And when she decided to change up her movements so that her fingernail traced the lightest, ticklish circles just above Caitlyn’s septum - that was what finally pushed her over the edge.

Her breath caught once, and then it caught again. And again. There was no doubt now. At last, she could tell she was absolutely going to sneeze - and sneeze and sneeze and sneeze.

“...ahiih… h-hiH… h’hAAaH…”

The feather fell out of Caitlyn’s grasp and onto the bed between them, and her sharp, erratic breaths suddenly halted in place of one large, desperate inhalation. 

“-iiihhhhHHhhHHHH-”

Her head lilted back further still, pulling itself out of Vi’s grasp, but at this point it didn’t matter - the urge had thoroughly overwhelmed her, and she couldn’t deny herself the need even if she’d wanted to. And she definitely did not want to deny it. Her eye rolled back into her head, squeezing shut as she finally, gratefully surrendered all control to whatever her body willed, and for the first time in her life, she allowed herself to be at peace with accepting total vulnerability.

Vi opened up her arms - just in time to catch her partner as she hurtled forwards into them.

“-ih’hiiiIIhhH’AH-AHSHIIIEUUUuuw–!!” 

And there it finally was - loud, forceful, unrestrained. Incredible. It felt overwhelmingly incredible. The first desperate sneeze landed against Vi’s shoulder - and she wasn’t near done. It was impossible for the strength of an itch like that to be contained in one sneeze. Helplessly she continued, not even trying to hold them back, because she simply couldn’t, while Vi wrapped her arms around her-

“-aheh-ih- Ihi- H’HiiTCHYUuu-! iHChiiHhh-! Ih… iH-Ih’hEHK-KYyiu-uu- iiHCHyUUu-!” 

She shuddered involuntarily with each outburst she wasn’t even attempting to stifle- and she doubted she’d be able to even if she tried, even if she’d wanted to. Each sneeze melted into the next, to the point where she wasn’t sure when she was feeling relief or the wave of the next fit overwhelming her-

“HEH-iHTCH’YUu-’tSCHUu-! -k… K’ShHIUu-! eHHh- EH’SCHhYUu-! h-hEH’FSCHu-! ehHEH- EhHCHYUUu-!!”

Vi had heard her sneeze before, but never like this; never so openly, so desperately, or so many times in a row like this. It was a sound only she would ever hear, as Caitlyn would never allow herself to be so uninhibited in public, around anyone else. Vi knew she was lucky to be the one to witness and even cause this lack of restraint from the person who normally held herself with such poise. Who wouldn’t ever expose herself like this to anyone else. It was fiercely endearing. Maybe something more than that. And entirely deserving of her praise.

“There it is,” Vi told her encouragingly, brushing her fingers through the back of her partner’s hair. “Bless you.” 

Caitlyn exhaled, expecting relief to greet her - but she still felt a needling twinge of dissatisfaction. Her voice was softly congested, breathless, hitching once more… “Hiih… hah… Eh’h… Eh’hehxcuse me…”

“‘Excuse me?’” Vi echoed, shaking her head. “Heh. After all that? Save the pleasantries. Except maybe a ‘thank you.’”

Caitlyn leaned out of Vi’s embrace and opened her mouth to speak, but instead she found herself seized by another sudden overwhelming, immobilizing itch. With little warning, her eyes snapped shut once more as she lost control, spontaneously sneezing for one final time-

“-ih’HeH- hHEP’KYIIEEWWw-!”

-abruptly in her girlfriend’s face. 

Vi blinked in surprise at the outburst… then her mouth slowly formed a smirk. Wow. Well, she… probably deserved that. “Bless… you. Again. Got any more, or was that the last of it?”

No, that was all of them… now she was finally finished. Caitlyn felt her body collapse back into Vi’s arms, relief filling her sinuses entirely in place of the sneeze, alleviated at last after hours of that torture - it was truly liberating. What an awful, dizzying, exhausting itch that’d been, maybe the worst she’d ever felt, had ever had to fight so hard for. She’d often have to hold back her sneezes or stifle them around anyone else, but she never held back around Vi, and she was grateful that she never had to, especially with something so torturous. Except… Caitlyn hadn’t meant to sneeze on her. She could hardly help how suddenly the last sneeze came. Humiliation stung her cheeks - her eyes widened and she abruptly sat up, covering her mouth - a little too late. “...I-I’m so sorry.” 

“Huh- for what?”

“For… sneezing at you, like that…” she managed, pushing one hand over her nose - again, too late. Vi waved her off.

“Don’t worry about it. That’s what I get for demanding thanks.” 

“Ah - right, that- Th… Thank you, Vi, really… I don’t think I could’ve managed to sneeze without you. You have no idea how much that was bothering me - well, I guess you do, you saw me just now... It was about to drive me insane.”

The former enforcer couldn’t help but feel turned on by the genuine gratitude etched in her girlfriend’s tone. She shrugged, somewhat shyly. “No problem, really…” 

Caitlyn remembered the handkerchief beside her and grabbed it, using it to dab gingerly at Vi’s face. “I really am sorry for sneezing on you, though… How embarrassing…” 

“Please, you think I care about that?” She pushed Cait’s hand away, who looked back at her sheepishly. “All I care about is that I got you to sneeze. Didn’t think I could do it, eh?”

“Well, I guess I wasn’t so sure…”

“I can’t believe you’d doubt me! I’ve always left you satisfied, haven’t I?” She winked.

“...Rather pleased with yourself, are you?” Caitlyn sniffed, but she couldn’t help but find it cute. Arousing, even.

“I am.” Vi lifted the other woman’s chin towards her face. Her remaining blue eye was still watery from her fit, the edges of her nostrils and cheeks tinged pink. “So. You’re satisfied, right?”

Entranced by her gaze, Cait froze for a moment, then nodded back. She was still reveling in her relief. “Well… I… of course.”

“Are you…? How come you don’t sound sure about it?” Vi pressed.

“I mean, of course I am, but…” There was… maybe something more she wanted. As long as her partner did, too. “...What about you?” she countered.

Vi cocked her head. “Huh, me?”

The marksman gave her a look. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you enjoyed that.” 

An eyebrow raised. Vi pushed her gently onto the bed so she was laying down, then climbed on top of her. She pressed her hands into Caitlyn’s, their fingers interlocking. “I’m always satisfied when I get what I want, when I know it’s what you want, too.” She leaned in closer, her voice sensual. “But there are things I enjoy even more. All you have to do is say the word.” 

Flush grew in Cait’s cheeks. There was another itch that needed to be scratched, deep inside her, inside both of them. She would no longer ignore it. “...I don’t suppose that’s the only thing you learned to do when you were bored.” 

Callie Caught It

Morning came slowly, wrapped in pale light and the soft hush of lingering rain.

Thomas stirred first.

For a moment, he lay still, eyes half-open, caught in that hazy space between sleep and waking. The warmth of the blankets and the steady quiet of the room almost tricked him into thinking he felt better.

Then he tried to breathe through his nose.

“Snf…”

Nothing.

It was completely blocked.

"Damb,” he mumbled stuffily. "Still sick."

His throat felt even rougher than the day before, his head heavy and full, and his body still weighed down with that dull, aching fatigue. He shifted slightly against the pillows, wincing as the movement made his sinuses throb.

“Snrrf…”

He scrubbed a hand under his nose and reached blindly toward the bedside table for the tissue box Callie had left there.

He barely got one out before his breath hitched.

“Heh…”

He froze.

His breath hitched again, weakly.

“Huh… hiihh…”

Even sick and congested, the tickle managed to push through.

He lifted the tissue just in time.

“HH’TSHHOO!!”

The sneeze burst out thick and heavy, immediately followed by another.

“—HH’KSHHOO!!”

Thomas groaned softly and leaned back, blowing his nose with a tired, congested force.

“Hrrrnnk…”

When he finished, he sniffled again, though it did little to help.

Beside him, Callie shifted.

Thomas glanced over.

She was stirring faintly, brow furrowing as she turned onto her back. Her breathing sounded… off.

Not quite as smooth as it had been the night before.

Thomas frowned slightly.

“Callie?”

She made a soft, sleepy sound in response.

“Mmm…”

He watched her for a moment.

There was a faint flush to her cheeks that hadn’t been there yesterday.

“Snfff…”

A small, congested sniff.

Thomas blinked.

"Oh, no.”

Callie's eyes fluttered open slowly. She blinked up at the ceiling, looking disoriented for a moment before turning her head toward him.

“Tommy…?” she murmured, her voice softer than usual.

There was something else in it now.

A faint thickness.

Thomas winced.

“Morning.”

She shifted slightly, pulling the blanket closer around her shoulders.

“What tibe is it…?"

Her congested voice trailed off as she sniffled again.

"Nine," he replied. She responded with another thick sniffle.

“Snf… snrrf…”

She paused, frowning faintly. Thomas watched her carefully.

“How do you feel, babe?”

Callie blinked a few times, as if checking in with herself.

"Tired,” she said slowly. She lifted a hand and rubbed lightly at her nose.

“And a bit… stuffy…”

Thomas sighed.

“Yeah.”

Callie turned her head more fully toward him, taking in his red nose, the tissues already scattered across the bedside table, and the general look of misery he hadn’t quite managed to shake.

Realization dawned.

"Oh, baby," she said symparhetically. "You're still sick.”

She sniffled again, a little sharper this time.

“Snf—snrrf…”

Her nose twitched faintly.

“Oh no.”

Thomas gave her a small, apologetic smile.

“Think you caught it.”

Callie let out a quiet huff of breath, somewhere between amusement and resignation.

“Well… that was quick.”

She rubbed her nose again, more insistently now.

“Snf…Huh!”

Her breath hitched slightly. Thomas noticed immediately.

“Babe?”

“Hih…”

She froze, eyes squinting just a little as the sensation crept up on her.

“Hih… hiihh…”

Thomas reached instinctively for the tissue box and held it out to her.

“Here.”

She took one just in time.

“H'tchieeeww!!”

The sneeze surprised her, snapping her forward.

“Hahh… Hk'shieww!!”

She blinked afterward, clearly caught off guard.

“Oh, that’s not good.”

Thomas gave a soft, sympathetic chuckle that turned into a cough.

Margaret blew her nose gently, then sniffled again, looking slightly dazed.

“Okay… yeah. I definitely feel that.”

Thomas shifted closer to her, despite himself.

“I'm sorry, hodey," he said stuffily.  She looked at him.

“For what?”

“Getti'g you sick. I dew I shouldn't have kissed you so buch yesterday."

Margaret gave a small, tired smile.

She reached over and rested her hand lightly against his chest again.

“I told you,” she said softly, voice still a little rough. “I didn’t mind.”

He sniffled and blew his nose thickly.

“Still don’t mind,” she added. Thomas studied her for a moment—the slight flush in her cheeks, the faint congestion already creeping into her voice, the way her nose twitched now and then as if more sneezes might follow.

“…You should stay in bed today,” he said.

Callie raised an eyebrow, despite everything.

“Oh really?”

He nodded.

“You’re sick.”

She gave a small, amused huff.

“That sounds familiar.”

Thomas smiled faintly.

“Guess it does.”

Margaret shifted closer under the blankets, curling slightly toward him this time.

Her hand slid from his chest to rest comfortably against his side.

“Well,” she murmured, sniffling softly again. “Looks like we’re both staying in bed.”

Thomas let out a quiet breath, settling back into the pillows.

“Sounds about right.”

Beside him, Callie sniffled once more.

“Snf… snrrf…”

Then, after a moment, her breath hitched again.

“Huh…”

Her brows drew together, eyes squinting as the sensation crept up on her.

“Huh… huuhh…”

She raised her hand slightly, but didn’t quite bring it all the way up yet—as if she was still hoping it might pass.

It didn’t.

Her nostrils flared slightly, twitching with the effort of holding it back.

“Huhh…” she hitched. "B-Babe, I'b...I'b godda..."

Her breath caught again, sharper this time.

Thomas moved closer without thinking.

“Hold on,” he murmured.

Gently, he lifted his hand and placed a finger beneath her nose, pressing lightly upward against her nostrils—just like she’d done for him the night before.

“Let me handle it,” he said softly.

Callie gave a small, helpless sound.

“Hih...huuhh…”

Her breathing trembled under his touch, hitching again and again, caught right on the edge.

For a moment, it seemed like it might work.

The build-up stalled slightly.

Her nose twitched rapidly against his finger, her expression frozen in that fragile, suspended state.

Thomas kept his touch gentle.

“Easy… just breathe…”

“Huhh… ahhuhh…”

Callie tried. She really did.

But the tickle didn’t go away.

If anything, it deepened—settling somewhere just out of reach, making her breath hitch more insistently.

Her chest rose again.

“Hih—huhhh...”

Thomas frowned slightly.

He shifted his hand, withdrawing his finger and instead gently massaging the sides of her nose, thumb and forefinger pressing lightly along the bridge in slow, careful motions.

“Maybe this’ll help,” he said. Callie’s eyes squeezed shut tighter.

“Huh… huuhhh… HUHH…”

The sensation only seemed to intensify.

Her nostrils fluttered rapidly under his touch, her breathing breaking into sharper, more desperate hitches.

Thomas paused.

“Baby?”

She shook her head faintly, unable to speak.

“Hehh...Heeehh…”

The tickle surged. Thomas tried one more gentle pass along her nose.

It didn’t help.

Her breath caught hard...and then everything tipped over the edge.

“Hhh'tschhoooo!!”

The sneeze burst out suddenly, snapping her forward.

Thomas barely had time to pull his hand back.

“Hatcchieeww!!”

Another followed immediately, far bigger and louder than the first.

Callie gasped for breath...

“Hah...HAAAHH!”

And then it kept going.

“Herrrkshiiiieewww!! Ha'esshhieww!!”

Her shoulders shook with each one, the sneezes coming in a rapid, helpless succession that she clearly couldn’t control.

Thomas quickly grabbed more tissues and pressed them into her hand.

“Here, babe—”

Callie barely managed to catch the next ones. They were tearing out of her now, great screaming sneezes, louder than Thomas thought she was even capable of.

“HH’TSHHOO!! Ahhhh… HH’KSHHOO!!”

Her breath hitched wildly between sneezes, not giving her a chance to recover.

Thomas rubbed her back gently, his voice soft and steady.

“Whoa, baby...It’s alright… just let it out…”

“HH’RSHHOO!!”

Another strong one bent her forward again.

Finally, the fit began to slow.

Her breathing came in shaky bursts, and she sagged back against the pillows, exhausted. She sniffled thickly.

“Snrrf…ohhh....”

Thomas held a handful of tissues to her poor red, runny nose.

"Blow for me, sweetie."

Pssshhhkkk… she blew hard into the tissues. Then again. Ppsssshhhhhrrnk…

When she finished, he wiped her nose and tossed the sodden tissues into the wastebasket.

She sighed and leaned her head back, eyes still slightly watery.

Thomas brushed a hand gently over her hair.

“Bless you. A lot.”

Callie gave a faint, tired laugh.

“You win,” she added hoarsely. Thomas smiled softly.

“About what?”

“Staying in bed.”

He chuckled quietly.

Callie huffed a quiet, amused breath of her own, then shifted closer to him again, resting her head lightly against his shoulder.

"At least we can snuggle without having to worry about being contagious."

Thomas slipped an arm around her carefully, pulling the blankets up a little higher around them both.

“Sounds good to me.”

She sniffled once more, but her breathing had finally started to settle.

Author’s Notes: You have been feeeeddddd!!! I don’t CARE if you don’t want the lesbians /i/ want the lesbians 👹 I love them. Anyway, enjoy BlyFry torture. 🥰 @aller-geez owns Freya and did the cover art!

Freya was curled up in the pit of Blythe’s arm, snuggled close as they enjoyed the sound of a gentle rain from their open cottage bedroom window. “It’s so peaceful out here..” the angel sighs with neutrality as her fingers trace up and down her lover’s exposed torso.

“I agree, lover, there’s nothing quite like laying with you next to the sound of mother nature existing as she comes,” Blythe's voice was a low murmur, vibrating against Freya's cheek where she nuzzled in closer. The scent of petrichor hung heavy in the air, a comforting aroma that mingled with the delicate fragrance of Freya's skin. As the rain continued its soft patter against the window, the world outside seemed to fade away until it was just the two of them cocooned in their intimate sanctuary.

Freya's touch was light yet purposeful, her fingers dancing across Blythe's skin with a feather-light nudge that sent shivers down her spine. Every caress was like a promise, a silent vow of love and devotion that spoke louder than any words ever could. Blythe's breath caught in her throat, her heart swelling with an overwhelming sense of adoration for the angel in her arms.

In that moment, nothing else mattered but the sensation of Freya's embrace, the sound of the rain outside, and the unspoken bond that held them together like two perfect puzzle pieces completing the picture. They laid like this for a few moments before there were light sniffles that started from below. “Snddff…H’h..” Freya quickly shook her head, trying to cast away the irritating feeling that began to make itself known within the passages of her sinuses. “iihh..D-Darling….I th-think the wet pollen is…agitating me…” the fallen finally admitted, Blythe looked down at her girlfriend, concerned at first but her inner monster couldn’t help itself. She wrapped her hand along the underside of the Angel’s jaw and forced her gaze upward into her own.

“Do tell me, Angel,” she asks with a heavy seductive tone. Freya gulps loosely. Bly's eyes gleamed with a predatory hunger as she held the woman’s gaze captive, her hand exerting a firm yet gentle pressure on the angel's jaw. The subtle shift in her lover's demeanor did not go unnoticed by Freya, who could feel the heat rising in her cheeks at the intensity of Blythe's stare. “M-My…l-love…?” she questioned softly, barely above a whisper.

The sensation of the wet pollen irritating her sinuses had been momentarily forgotten, replaced by a different kind of ache that pulsed through her veins. Despite the discomfort beginning to build in her nose, there was an undeniable thrill that coursed through Freya at the dominance displayed by the succubi. It awakened a primal part of her being that yearned for submission, for surrendering control to the one who held her heart in their hands. The forbidden feeling.

With a soft whimper, Freya leaned into Blythe's touch, her breath hitching as she felt a wave of arousal wash over her. The rain outside seemed to echo the rhythm of her racing heart. She knew this situation all too well. “What is it my Angel? Do you need to….sneeze?” She asked curiously, but behind that curiosity was a sick sadist that needed to be quenched.

“K-Kinda…” the fallen mumbled with slight hesitance. As often as she was ready to please her insatiable partner due to her affliction…she wasn’t sure she was ready to submit to the game up the succubus’ sleeves.

Blythe's lips curled into a knowing smile at Freya's hesitant admission. The succubus could practically taste the tension that hung in the air, a heady mix of desire and uncertainty. She leaned in closer, her breath ghosting across Freya's sensitive skin as she whispered, "You know what you need to do, my Angel….Let go for me," Her voice was like silk, smooth and seductive, coaxing Freya to surrender to the inevitable urge building within her.

Freya's chest tightened as she felt the first tickle of a sneeze creeping up her sinuses, a sensation that both thrilled and terrified her. The conflicting emotions warred within her, but she couldn’t just let it out that easily. “h-Heh…” she started but then swallowed it back, hard like a gumball down one’s throat. The succubus raised a brow and quickly flipped their positions so that the angel was below her and she hovered over top.

“What is this hesitation? Shall I induce a punishment for disobedience, my love?” Freya blanched at the thought of Blythe's punishment, her mind conjuring up images of spankings and other torments. The succubi’s eyes narrowed in warning, and Freya could feel the heat of Blythe's body against hers. A wave of nervousness washed over her as she realized she had pushed her partner too far.

“You’re still holding them hostage from me hm? Okay…then I suppose there’s no other choice….hold still,” the woman quickly thrusts her lover’s hands up and attaches them to the handcuffs secured to their headboard already. The angel gasps gently her nose stinging and leaking with the need to release but she couldnt possibly fathom what the succubus had in store for her. The sensation of being restrained only intensified the anticipation that gripped Freya's heart. She could feel Bly’s eyes on her, studying her every move, every twitch of her body as she waited for the storm to unleash itself.

As the seconds ticked by, the pressure building in Freya's nose grew more and more unbearable. She could feel the squishiness of her swelling nostrils, the tickle-turned-itch that threatened to consume her entire face in a sudden burst of sneezes. The rain outside seemed to emphasize the echoing beat of her heart, and Freya felt as though her very soul was being exposed and offered up to Blythe's predatory gaze.

The succubus could see the struggle in Freya's yellow eyes, the tension that twisted her features into a mask of both desire and anxiety. And with a cruel, seductive click of her tongue, chuckled at her girlfriend. “You’re so adorable, chained up at my will,” she teased, the woman then quickly pulled a box out from under the bed with a swift movement. Retrieving the hitachi wand from inside. “You’re going to wish you would have just listened, my dove,” she shakes her head solemnly but her eyes glisten with sin.

The fallen's heart pounded in her chest as the succubus approached her with the Hitachi wand, its vibrations pulsating with anticipation. The scent of her arousal filled the air, mingling with the earthy musk of her sweat and the floral notes of the scented candles scattered around the room. The succubus trailed the wand over Freya's nose, sending a shiver down her spine as the gentle hum against her sensitive skin threatened to precipitate her into a sneeze.

Blythe's eyes held a wicked twinkle as she continued to torment her lover, the vibrating massager teasing Freya's nostrils and the inside of her quivering lips. The crisp sheets crinkled beneath them, the only sound in the room other than the storm outside that seemed to mimic the tempest brewing inside Freya's body. “Now now, don’t you dare, you made the commitment to hold them back, remember? So hold them back,” Bly demanded of her lover with a strict, authoritative tone, while Freya let out an exaggerated, tortured whimper.

“B-But…” she started, her breath catching in her throat, wrists tugging at their restraints and her legs spreading further apart to accommodate for her girlfriend sitting between them.

“Aht, Aht, hold them back,” Blythe mocked, her voice darkening like a storm cloud as she wielded the Hitachi wand with a deft touch. Freya's entire body tensed, her skin prickling with awareness as she felt the vibrations from the wand radiate through her, lingering on her nerve endings. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, a wild beat that matched the frenzied rhythm of the rain drops hitting the side of their home.

It was as if the elements themselves were conspiring against her, trapping her in a whirlwind of sensations that threatened to overwhelm her. The betrayed smell of her sweat mingled with the heady scent of her arousal that seemed to bloom like a rose beneath her, sweet and intoxicating. The succubus noticed and took a deep inhale of her surroundings. “Delightful…my sweet Angel’s scent is so intoxicating…” The air felt heavy, as if the very molecules around her had been saturated with desire and anticipation.

She clenched her fists on each side of her body, trying her best to keep the explosions she so desperately needed inside her body as her forehead started to sweat. Bly now tracing her free hand across the exposed thighs of her girlfriend who was only sitting in a thin night gown that had fallen behind her hips in this position. “Your skin is so beautiful..” the demon licked her lips as the tips of her fingers drew patterns up Freya’s inner thighs.

The angel moaned, unable to withdraw the desire building within her quim at the touch of her lover’s hand. It was proving too much, holding back her sneezing, and being touched so intimately. “B-Bly…” she tried to protest as the buzzing continued to echo inside her skull. Her nose felt like it was going to explode, every breath seeming to teeter on the edge of uncontrolled expulsion. She could feel the tightness in her head, the gears of her sinuses grating together in their effort to contain the pressure building inside her. Freya's sinuses strained against the vibrations, her nasal cavities expanding and contracting in response to the intense stimulation. The warmth of her lover's touch against her sensitive skin only added to the mix of lust, further fueling the fire within her. The storm outside seemed to act as a mere background to the frenzied game they played, as lightning bolts of pleasure and need struck her from within, threatening to tear her apart in their intensity.

A single tear escaped her blackened yellow eye, trailing down her cheek as she felt herself losing the battle to hold back her sneeze. Her body shuddered involuntarily, her muscles clenching and unclenching in a futile attempt to delay the inevitable moment of release. The scent of her arousal became more pronounced, mingling with the musk of her sweat and Blythe’s own prominent pheromones. “I must taste you…” the Succubus whispered hungrily keeping her arm in position but sliding down the fallen’s body, she used her free hand to pull Freya’s panties to the side to expose her wet folds, sliding a wicked forked tongue against them. The angel wanted to throw her head back and release everything she’d worked hard to hold back, but she didnt. She whimpered, low and long as the sensation of her girlfriend’s lips closed around her throbbing clit.

It was two fold the trouble, the wet, messy mouth now ravishing her sacred treasure, and the wand electrifying the entirety of her brain through her nostrils. She couldn’t form a single thought. The Hitachi wand continued to vibrate against Freya's nose, its hum a constant reminder of the battle she was waging against the sneezes that threatened to escape. She could feel the pressure building in her sinuses, the walls of her nasal cavities were red and swollen, as if they were being stretched to their limits. Her nostrils flared with each inhale, and small droplets of sweat glistened on her skin as she fought to contain herself. Every breath she took felt like a challenge, a fight against the inevitable release that awaited her.

Blythe cooed and hummed against the sensitive throbbing bud, allowing her tongue to massage the underside before teasing her aching hole. “S-Shoot…” Freya ‘cursed’ as the feeling of release was just hiding around the corner.”P-Please…Bly-Blythe…”she pleaded. “I’ll…b-be…go-good…” she stuttered and swallowed trying to keep her promise and hold fast against the vibrating assaults. Her breathing had become short and sharp, her heart pounding furiously against her fingertips as she gripped the bed sheets tightly. Her eyes were wide with lust, her skin flushed with arousal and sin.

As Blythe continued her assault on Freya's swollen bud, her forked tongue dancing around it with expert precision, Freya's resolve began to waver. The pleasure built like a tidal wave, threatening to crash down upon her and obliterate her fragile control. She could feel the storm brewing within her, the electricity of ecstasy striking her from within, igniting every nerve ending in her body. Her breaths came in ragged gasps, her heart pounding in her chest like a war drum. Her scent thickened, filling the air with the heady aroma of raw, unbridled passion.

The Hitachi wand continued its relentless attack on her nose, driving her closer and closer to the edge with every pulse of electric vibration. Her sinuses strained against the intense sensations that plagued her, both from her head to her delicate parts, she was on the verge of insanity. “I’m gonna….Blythe..I’m gonna…” prepared to release, her orgasm built inside of her groin with a persistence that was now unavoidable. Sensing her girlfriend’s approaching release, the succubus pulled the wand away from Freya’s leaking, swollen and reddened face to force a double sensation.

“OH MY GOD…” the angel threw her head back as her orgasm suddenly started to fold her over with Blythe’s tongue still actively working against her but at the same moment it threw her off one edge, the release of the vibrating wand against her face came free and she found herself thrown over a different edge at the same time. “H’IhhSHHHHiew!! essh’IEW!” she finally sneezed, a cloud of spittle falling over cast the both of them, her body convulsing and twitching under the force of her orgasm, but this didn’t stop the succubus, she wanted more, she would drain every last sinful drop off the ethereal.

“B-Ly…iit’SSHHIEW! eh’TnSHiEW!” the fallen throws her head against the headboard, her hands pulling and tugging at the restraints above her, desperate to touch her lover but denied the access. Freya’s sneezes were like bombs, shaking the very walls of the room and sending a shower of droplets spraying across the intimate scene. Blythe, undeterred by the sudden exhalation of her lover's nasal passages, continued to lavish attention on Freya's sensitive regions, her forked tongue swirling and flicking against the angel's needy clit. Every sneeze felt like a blow to Freya's arousal, yet with each release, she found herself growing more and more flushed and overwhelmed with passion.

The Hitachi wand, now abandoned on the bed, hummed softly in the quiet moments between Freya’s sneezes. Its absence was a cruel reminder of the intensity of the sensation it had unleashed, and the angel knew that it would not be long before the agony and ecstasy of her orgasm returned. Blythe's tongue moved to wrap around her throbbing bud, sucking, teasing and while Freya fought to swallow the attack, it only intensified against her pleasure. “EhH’tshiew!” she collapsed with defeat after she sprayed another plume of wet mess. Blythe wanted to speak, she wanted to interject with something spicy, and quick, but her hunger. It drove her as she devoured her lover’s liquids. She knew there was more. Bringing up her hand she inserted her index and middle fingers, curling and twisting inside her twitching and shuddering lover. “h’Heh..iiKKSCH!!” throwing caution and followed by a high pitched moan as her body rolled into Bly’s motions.

The sight of Blythe's fingers buried deep within her was too much for the innocent to bear. Her body convulsed with each thrust, her heart pounding against her ribcage like a wild beast trapped in a cage. The storm within her raged on, the lightning bolts of pleasure and need striking her from within, tearing her apart in their intensity. She couldn't hold back any longer. “I’m gonna...I’m gonna...” she gasped, her voice cut off and swallowed by the burning static that consumed the passages of her nostrils. Blythe now fully thrusting her hand with a speed and intensity that caused the fallen’s eyes to roll back. “Aa-AH Hi’iHHSHHHhiew!” another convulsive sneeze rattled the room, spraying saliva and droplets of arousal in a chaotic arc across the space around them. Blythe released Freya's clit with a satisfied smirk, her tongue now flavored with the sweet nectar of her lover's arousal. “An absolute dish,” She grabbed Freya's ankles, pulling them apart and exposing the angel's dripping core to the cool air. The sudden constriction of the clitoral hood sent another jolt of pleasure coursing through Freya's body, the intensity of which was matched only by the explosive sneeze that followed.

“Eshh’iiiiewww!!” Freya cried out, her back arching off the bed as she convulsed with the force of the sneeze. Blythe took advantage of the momentary breather, leaning in to lick and taste the droplets that lingered on the angel’s lips.

“Good girl,” she whispered breathlessly, herself tired out from the overconsumption. Blythe lowered her head to Freya's chest, feeling the rapid pounding of her heart, the sweat dampening the fine fabric of her dress. The room was now sweltering, heavy with the scent of sex and the faint, earthy tang of the air that had shaken them both to the core. Her fingers traced gentle circles on Freya's skin, seeking to soothe the fiery tension that still lingered between them while the ethereal caught her breath.

As Freya's breathing began to slow, Blythe couldn't help but admire the exquisite beauty of her lover's face flushed and glistening, her eyes half-lidded with pleasure. It was a sight that made her own heart race and her throat dry with longing.

The coolness of the room against the heat of their bodies was a welcome relief, but it also served as a reminder of the urgency to solve a problem. Lazily, the succubus got out of bed and closed the window, looking back at her flushed and spent partner she smiled, sweetly, the hungry demon inside her satiated for now. “Better, my love?” Freya blinked her tear filled eyes allowing them to clear before turning her head to inhale deeply, feeling a sense of calm and clarity now that the window was closed.

“Much,” she breathed, her voice still slightly hoarse from the exertion. Freya's eyes fluttered shut as she surrendered to the afterglow, her body still humming with pleasure. Blythe, ever attentive, crawled back onto the bed to lie beside her, wrapping her arms around Freya's waist.

She nuzzled her nose into the crook of her lover’s neck, inhaling the intoxicating scent of their lovemaking, the mix of their arousal and the lingering traces of musk from the outdoors that had started to dissipate. The room was now filling up with the scent of their passion and the warmth of their bodies, a testament to the depth of their desire.

Blythe traced her fingers along Freya's collarbone, her touch soft and gentle, like the caress of a summer breeze. The angel hummed delightfully, leaning closer into her sadistic lover. “You’re so naughty…” Freya giggled, to which she was met by a dismissive scoff.

“Me? Dont play coy, darling, you’re just as filthy as I,” they giggled together as they spent the rest of the day rolling in between sessions of passion and contentment.

The End