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Sevika's Speech Patterns

Generally, Sevika opts not to speak when she can communicate in other ways. Her presence alone is imposing and can act as the center of gravity in a room where she is without her saying a word. This serves her preference of remaining silent most of the time, but also prevents her from eroding Silco's rhetorical authority, his most important tool as a crime boss who depends on the image of a revolutionary to maintain power. Her manner of speaking is concise, informal, and not significantly aggressive. She does not curse often, she is not long-winded, and her vocabulary is simple but precise. She almost never raises her voice when speaking, only using wordless exclamations in fights.

Keep in mind the following:

She is very short. Her sentences average less than ten words.

If she's being more wordy, it's usually because she's trying to piss someone off. If not that, she's offering advice. Either way, she is very observant, and what she has to say is very personalized.

She uses contractions often.

She clips the end of words often as well, but not always.

She usually drops the subject of sentences along with simple verbs when exasperated or distressed. i.e: "The hell we supposed to do now?" as opposed to "What the hell are we supposed to do now?"

She makes liberal use of linguistic reduction - gonna, wanna, etc. as opposed to going to, want to, etc. - to the point of clipping the ends of contractions. i.e: It's no secret we got history… instead of we've got & I got more in common instead of I've got.

AMENDMENT: The only time Sevika uses filler words and speaks vaguely is when she's clearly uncomfortable about displaying vulnerability in front of/to Silco. She speaks less directly when she's struggling emotionally. This is accompanied in unusual body language where she uses significantly less eye contact as well.

Here is a link to a video I made with all of her appearances from both seasons (yes, that includes when she's in the background and three pixels big)

Season One

Total number of lines: 31

Episode Two

"We should hit them back! We've got the numbers to beat 'em!"

"The Vander I knew? The one who built the underground, wouldn't be afraid to fight."

"No. You look weak."

Episode Four

"From your friend. Downtown."

"You were supposed to guard the cargo."

"She fired on us."

"It wasn't a mishap. She froze up and lost her shit. I could've handled those brats. She's a problem and we all know it."

Episode Five

"Rotten luck boys."

"Vi?"

"Vander had his chance."

"I see you never learned patience."

"Keeping her? You mean Jinx? She works for him. She's like his daughter. I'll give her your regards."

"The sister, she's back."

Episode Six

"We lost her."

"No need. It's your sister. She's back. She's looking for you. It's not what you think. She's with some girl enforcer. Guess she replaced you."

"Why bother? Her back in town, it's only a matter of time before you implode, and Silco finally gets the message that you're about as good for our cause as you were for your family. Jinx."

Episode Seven

"All our business is down. Enforcers are searching everyone who crosses the bridge."

"Or he's finally flipped."

"The Chembarons scheduled an assembly."

"It didn't sound like a request."

"Where are you going?"

"Sir."

"I got more in common with cave lice than Jinx, but let's just say I didn't always see eye to eye with my old man."

"She'll come to you when she's ready."

Episode Eight

"Silco isn't taking guests."

"Get to your point."

"This is your plan? Undermine Silco by making a half-assed play my ego? Gotta hand it you, Finn, every time I think you can't get dumber, you dig a new low."

Episode Nine

"Been a while since Topside's gotten this bold."

"Too bad Jinx didn't think so."

"Not for a worm like him. But he won't be the last."

"Everyone out."

Season Two

Total number of lines: 31

Episode Two

"I know you're all fantasizing about sawing each other's heads off, so I'm gonna get right to it. These turf wars have to stop."

"Topside is the real enemy. Us killing each other is playing right into their hands. Our best shot is to put aside these petty squabbles and join forces."

"Might matter up there, but they don't know the first thing about fighting in the fissures."

"We don't hand over our people."

"I can't believe you're dead, and I'm still mopping up your messes."

"You here to finish me off?"

"Couldn't do much himself. About now, he'd have me all over the Lanes running his collections."

"Making his deals."

"He dips out, the whole world flips over."

"All his plans. Everything we built. The hell we supposed to do now."

"You forget, Smeech? You already made your last offer."

"Tell me, who's a funny lookin' rat now?"

"Moron never could keep his damn mouth shut."

"Haven't I done you enough favors? I didn't ask you for this."

"You got that look in your eye again. What are you planning?"

Episode Four

"You could have warned me."

"Your stunt at the checkpoint."

"That wasn't you?"

"Well, however it happened, the whole Undercity is buzzing saying you're back. So I'm thinking-"

"-would make a world of difference if you showed up. You're a symbol."

"Silco spent his whole life trying to rally the Undercity together. Stupid joke that it is, you have the chance to pull it off."

"Do you know how much he sacrificed to protect you? He believed in your potential."

"We're having a rally tonight. Vander's statue. Firelights, your fans, anyone I can bring to the table. Stick your head in the dirt if you want, but this fantasy you been livin' out here? It's not gonna last forever."

"I don't know how you do it, kid."

"It's no secret we got history. Blood spilled on all sides. But we grew up on the same streets, ate the same scraps. Like it or not, we're in this mess together. Enforcers raiding our homes, Noxians down our throats, innocents getting carted off to Stillwater. We gotta choose right now whether we're gonna throw in the towel or take a stand together. Not as Firelights or Jinxers or washed up goons. As Zaunites."

"They got her."

"Topside raided the place. Took everyone."

"I'm gonna hate this aren't I."

"Can we focus?"

"The hell was that?"

"You really are a-"

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Ran was already fighting the urge to snatch at the worn fabric of their best friend's shirt as she pulled them in for a kiss. Her hand grasped them by the side of their neck, calloused fingertips pressing into the back of it, sending tingles through their skull. Her skin was so warm. She was always so warm and her lips were always so soft and their jeans were already unbearably tight.

They were crowded into the backseat of her busted up old car, a used one she bought with cash from a street mechanic living a block over from her in their shared neighborhood. They would deal with rolling the seats in front all the way forward to make room for their legs later. They would deal with how they both smelled like weed later. Right now all that mattered was sharing air and wrapping their arms around each other.

Sevika's heart was racing to the point she could barely hear her own huffs for breath over the roar of her blood in her ears. It could have been the weed, it could have been the years of desire she hadn't allowed herself to even feel until recently, but kissing Ran felt more intense than most of the times she'd had a girl laid out underneath her. She could feel their hands resting gently on her, one on her waist, one on her shoulder. What would it take for them to cling to her properly? To quit acting like she was something dangerous for them to touch?

She broke their kiss and felt her lips twitching when Ran's breath trembled as they chased after her. Now they were holding on with more pressure. It wasn't quite enough. She wanted them to warp the cotton of her shirt. She glanced down at their jeans and chuckled over the bulging outline she could see in the light of the street lamp outside her car. "That hard already? Just from a couple kisses?"

"Shut up," Ran said. "Doesn't even take that and you know it." Their entire face was on fire. They were going to die, actually. They were always fighting how she made them feel, but they couldn't do a damn thing about this no matter how many times they snuck away from her and their family to take care of it.

Sevika brushed her lips against theirs just to make their breath hitch again. They were so hopelessly easy. She loved it. "Can I touch you? You feeling ready for that yet?"

A lump rocketed up into Ran's throat. They'd only made out with her a couple of times. It had been enough for them to soil their boxers every time. They wouldn't survive her touching them directly, and they'd never needed anything more in their life. Still, they couldn't shrug off over a decade of insults, even in the face of this.

"You don't gotta do all that," Ran murmured. Their chest was aching with how hard their heart was beating against their ribcage, their stomach sinking.

Sevika sighed and slid her hand up into the back of Ran's hair. She formed a fist slowly, tightening it until they made a soft sound that went straight to the boiling warmth between her thighs. "Not what I asked. You want it?"

Ran dug their teeth into their lower lip and nodded. Her hand left their hair, her other arm sliding between them and the seat to wrap around their waist. They let her shift them in place, their thighs pressed together, her face still close enough for them to kiss again. They didn't get the chance before they felt her palm at their cock through their jeans, and they buried their face in the side of her neck to muffle the sound that leapt out of them.

It was pathetic, breathless, higher-pitched than they had thought themself capable of so suddenly. They couldn't help it. Even as it was clear she was only tracing the shape of them, feeling along where their shaft was trapped under cotton and denim.

Sevika grabbed at their belt buckle and tugged lightly. "Can I open these up?"

"Please," Ran said. They were curling their fingers into her shirt, careful to avoid the swell of her chest. For now, at least. They wouldn't last two fucking seconds of her touching them without anything in the way to begin with, and they'd been staring at her chest for too many years to survive both at once.

They fought a shiver as they heard their belt buckle click quietly, heard the zipper of their jeans being dragged down. Just the graze of her hand against them through their boxers made them throb. They wanted to curse. She was going to learn just how desperate they always were. How fucking weak she made them. They would be stunned if they lasted any amount of time with her bare skin on theirs. They felt an ache in their gums, a need to press their teeth into her skin to stuff back the whine that built in the back of their throat. She was palming at them again, just as slowly as before, tormenting them with barely any pressure.

"Wanna taste you one day," she mused. "Can't get down there right now." She sounded genuinely disappointed as she groped her way along the length of their shaft. She wondered if Ran could feel her pulse leaping against their lips, every breath they took teasing her with how badly she wanted to kiss them again. One thing at a time, apparently. Maybe they'd let her jerk them off and kiss them another day. There was so much she wanted to try with them. Fantasies she hadn't even allowed herself to explore in her own mind crystallizing every time she looked at them.

"I'd love that," they gasped. She was sliding her hand into their boxers, wrapping her fingers around their shaft, and already they could feel themself pulsing and beginning to leak in her grip. They bit down hard enough on their lower lip they feared it would split as she gave them a light squeeze and slid her fist along their shaft to their head.

Sevika was torn between overwhelming excitement over how strongly Ran was already reacting and a genuine curiosity. They felt warm in her hand, rigid yet soft to the touch. She could feel their cock pulsing, like it was trying to move on its own. From how Ran sounded in her ear, already whining as they held onto her for dear life, that was a good thing. "Can I try something?" she asked.

Ran nodded, wrapping their arm around her neck as they panted against the side of it. They felt themself throb in her hand, loosing a trickle of fluid from their tip as she began to slowly pump her fist along the length of their thick shaft. They couldn't hope to get a full breath in, not with her hand finally on them. "F-Feels so fuckin' good-" they managed to choke out.

Sevika felt something like pride blooming in her chest as they began to shake against her, and she brought her thumb up to brush over the leaking slit in the head of their cock. They bucked their hips up with another stifled whimper, and she smiled as she tried sliding down the velvety skin that concealed their head from her. "Relax, Ran. Stiff as a board, you want me to stop?"

"No." It was practically a sob right in her ear. "Jus' tryin' not to cum so fast-" They were starting to grind their teeth together as they throbbed in her fist.

"Don't wanna make a mess?" she asked. She was toying with the slick, warm head now, slowly twisting her hand and feeling how their twitching grew more intense. They were digging their fingers into her just like she'd wanted. Suffering in her arms as she tried to find what felt best for them. "You can borrow my jacket to cover up."

"What a gentleman." It was punctuated with a harsh wheezing sound that barely counted as a laugh. And they felt another whine building in the back of their throat when Sevika chuckled and rubbed her cheek against the side of their face. They couldn't stand how rapidly the pressure inside of them was building. No matter how much they fought it, they knew they wouldn't last much longer.

"Someone's gotta be," Sevika muttered. She licked her lips as Ran dripped, warm and enticingly slick, into her hand until each pump of her hand was audible. The motion was different than what she was used to. And the shape. But this was the same. Working her lover up to the point of this delicious sound, this sensation of skin gliding and wet, their heart pounding and their hands clutching at her. This was what she loved no matter what.

She grabbed Ran by the back of the hair again as they began to thrust up into her hand, moaning in her ear until she could feel her own pounding heartbeat in her cunt. She pulled them out of their hiding spot in her neck and kissed them. Hard and deep and vibrating with a deep groan of satisfaction from her as they twitched and pulsed with a rush of fluid into her hand.

She didn't let them shoot their load all over themself. That would be a waste. No, she worked her fist over their hand, keeping a couple of fingers closed at the top to catch it. All the while, Ran was clawing at her and whimpering into her mouth. Their hands on her shoulders, the back of her neck, winding into her hair and tugging mindlessly. Nothing like the commanding way she handled them. She liked it. She liked it too much to stop just yet.

They broke the kiss, and she almost chased after them. Wanted to grasp their plump bottom lip between her teeth and press in and pull and fuck their mouth with her tongue as she tempted them into fucking her fist some more.

"Jesus, Sev," they hissed. "Tryna kill me?" Their voice was trembling, their cock still jerking and upright when she let them go. They couldn't catch their breath, their forehead resting against hers with an arm slung around her.

They blinked the moisture in their eyes away when they felt her shifting and saw she was examining her own hand. They felt their face burning again. Not the lust, no, with the fear that they were about to watch the love of their life finally register she didn't really want them this way.

Instead, she lifted her cum-slicked hand to her mouth and licked a long stripe from her palm to the fingers she'd gotten the most of their load on. And she hummed, low and quiet, before she licked her lips and continued.

Ran couldn't believe what they were seeing. Her face was partially shadowed by her car, but a slash of orange cut through from outside, illuminating one of her chiseled cheeks and her jaw as she opened her mouth again to let her tongue curl between her fingers. She had just made them cum so hard there had been stars behind their eyes, but they were still rigid at the sight of her savoring them as if their flavor was decadent to her.

When she opened her eyes and turned toward them again, they felt a jolt pass through them over being caught staring. She reached down and dragged a finger along the side of their shaft with a smug smile curling her lips. "Still hard?" She chuckled and kissed them briefly. Just enough for them to wrap their arm around her again as they jerked with excitement over the tip of her tongue tracing their bottom lip.

She broke it and craned her neck to look outside. She had chosen a remote spot, but there was always the chance of getting caught even in semi-public. At the moment, though, she didn't care. She cupped the side of their face as she returned her attention to them and said, "Can I clean you up? I'll be quick. Promise."

Ran turned toward the front seats they had abandoned. "You have napkins in the glove box?"

Sevika scoffed. "Fuck do you mean napkins? How'd I clean my hand, stupid?" She pressed a kiss to their cheek, still flushed with what could be arousal or a bit of embarrassment. "Said I wanted to taste you. Knew I'd like it. Just gimme a little more."

Ran shivered over the smooth, deep caress of her voice. They had no hope of going soft at the moment. They'd waited too long for this. "Okay. Fuck it, do whatever you want, Sev."

She huffed and grabbed them by the hair. "Say you want it. Not gonna do shit you're not on board with."

Ran shoved at her weakly. "Course I want you to blow me, asshole. What do you think I've been beating it to all this time?"

Sevika wrapped her fingers around them just to enjoy how twitchy they still were. "Good. Keep her hard for me, yeah?" She wasn't sure why the command took the shape it did. But she felt Ran's cock throb again in her hand before she let them go when she gave it. She would interrogate what that meant later. Right now she had to shove her way out of her side of the backseat so she could hurry around the car and yank their door open.

Ran took their chance to scramble back toward the door she slammed to get out, making just enough room for her to hunch over and bow into the other side. They were worried about her being uncomfortable for all of two seconds before her hands landed on their thighs and they had to bite their bottom lip again to stifle a truly pitiful sound of anticipation.

"Got any pointers?" she asked. The space was cramped, with one of Ran's legs bent awkwardly off the seat, the other outstretched with their booted foot flush against the seat to give her room. She couldn't give less of a shit how this felt so long as she finally got their cock in her mouth.

"No," Ran whispered.

Sevika crawled further forward until she was bowed over them where she needed to be. "You never let a girl do this? None of 'em?" She tried to recall the crushes she'd seen Ran develop. They'd all been pretty. Plenty of them had seemed very interested. Who wouldn't be? Ran was funny, talented, gorgeous, effortlessly charming. Any girl would be lucky to have them splayed open like this.

Ran's voice trembled as they repeated themself. "No."

Sevika anchored her hands on their waist for the moment and lowered her head. "Good," she said. Her tone was stern. It didn't betray the relief she felt to hear it. "You're mine."

She didn't give Ran the chance to answer that. It felt right to say. It was true. They'd been hers since they were kids, and she was finally getting to claim this part of them, too. Alongside everything else they shared. She could figure this out. She could keep making them feel good. She let her tongue stick out past her bottom lip and dragged it from the base of Ran's cock to the head.

"Oh fuck," they groaned. The back of their head knocked against the window behind them. They didn't care, they were holding onto the back of the seat to one side of them while their arm was stuck in a similarly awkward angle on the sill of that same window. Sevika's tongue felt incredible on their shaft in a way so different than plunging into their mouth or tracing the line of their pulse.

Sevika grabbed their cock by the base of their shaft again and tilted it up so she could slide the head between her lips. Ran's face contorted with a beautiful agony she had witnessed on so many other faces. She thought she liked how it looked on them the most. Without their foreskin covering them, she could lave their slick, ruddy cockhead with her tongue directly, feeling them drip onto it as she gave them a gentle squeeze with her hand. They made a sound like a yelp and clapped a hand over their mouth.

For a second, she wanted to scold them for trying to keep quiet. Then a breeze against her back where her shirt had ridden up reminded her that she was hanging halfway out of the car and there was nothing keeping them from being overheard. Fuck, she had to find a better place to do this.

Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked, lowering her head until she felt them nearing the back of her throat.

"Don't-! Don't suck too hard, please," they whined. "Too sensitive for that."

She would have told them that sounding like that just made her want to ignore the order. That she wanted to hear their voice break and pin them down as they convulsed from what her mouth and hands could do to them. Fortunately for them, it was occupied with their hardness and she didn't feel like giving that up. She made more liberal use of her tongue, caressing their shaft on the way up and down, holding them steady with two fingers and her thumb wrapped around the base.

She could feel her boxers were a fucking mess, but that didn't matter at the moment. She couldn't touch herself in this position, and she didn't want to distract herself from pulling more moans and whimpers out of her best friend, desperate as they were. Even muffled, they sounded beautiful. She wanted them to sound like this in her ear, their hands clutching her again, their long legs wrapped around her waist with their rigid dick trapped between their bellies.

She hadn't meant to suck harder. To start pumping their cock in her hand. It just happened. She was growing more frantic at the thought of them releasing onto her tongue, making the back of her throat even more slick with their load. They could give her one more, right?

Ran twitched in Sevika’s mouth as she focused her attention on their sensitized head, her warm fist stroking them in firm, swift passes that had them shuddering in her backseat. They pressed their fingers into their own face to continue muffling the long, deep groans they couldn't stuff back. They were throbbing so hard it almost hurt, her tongue relentless in rolling over their glans to the very tip where they could feel themself gushing more pre than they had thought was possible. Their eyes were squeezed shut, both as a reaction and to protect themself from whatever image would sear itself into their brain if they looked down.

Just the thought of it, of her piercing eyes watching them as she picked them apart, her full lips wrapped around them, dark hair falling into her face, was too much. They tucked their arm against themself, hand still clutching their face, and turned toward the seat. They could hear themself whimpering, their hips snapping up to chase the warmth of their lover's mouth when it was suddenly gone.

"Look at me, Ran," she said. Her voice was smooth as ever, soft, even. Her hand was still moving, still building pressure that was so close to bursting.

Ran whined and shook their head. They were already convinced they'd died halfway through all of this and they were dreaming away their final moments now. They wouldn't survive how she was looking at them now. Their thighs trembled as they felt her lips against them again. Not engulfing them, gliding along the side of their shaft as her hand cradled them like they were something precious and fragile.

"C'mon," she murmured. Her tongue curled along the base of their dick as her hand returned to spreading their arousal all over their dripping head. "Puttin' on a nice show for you, ain't I?"

"I'll cum too fast again-" Ran gasped. "Like you too much, Vika." It was such an embarrassing thing to say aloud it almost did drag them down from the peak she was pushing them to.

Sevika huffed and bowed her head to kiss their thigh through their jeans. She was getting butterflies just watching them hide from her, flushed and shiny with sweat just from being sucked on. They had no right being this adorable. "Does it at least feel alright?" She was doing well, wasn't she? That's why they were hiding? She wanted to hear them say it.

"Fuck you," Ran practically spat. Her laugh made them crane their neck further to avoid looking at her. "Wringin' me out like a rag 'n asking stupid questions." They felt her give them another squeeze and pump faster, the sound of her skin sliding against theirs wet and obscene enough to make them twitch again.

Sevika couldn't help the smile that had grown on her face. Ran was far from the first person she had tormented like this, but she was having the most fun with them. The motion of stroking them already felt natural to her, and they reacted the strongest to movements of her tongue that were familiar to her. If she stripped them all the way and had more of them to explore, would they like her making more use of her tongue? Would they want her to suck on other parts of them? The thought made her throb in her own boxers. She had to find out. She'd teach herself how to please them best before anyone else even got the chance.

"You gonna let me do this again?" she asked.

"Gonna be houndin' you for this," Ran said. "Been needin' you so long, Sev." Their voice sounded almost mournful. This was going to be such a fucking problem. They sucked in a shuddering breath as they felt her tongue again, her fist pumping, setting them alight in seconds.

And despite the certainty that whatever she looked like between their legs right now, hanging halfway out of her own car, would haunt them for the rest of their life, Ran gritted their teeth and turned their head. When they opened their eyes, they hissed out another curse.

Sevika's eyes were locked onto their face, their mesmerizing gray swallowed by lust. A few loose strands of short black hair had escaped her slicked back style and were curling into her forehead, framing her sharp cheekbones. Her jaw was hanging open, her tongue dangling over her full bottom lip as she jerked them off onto it.

The sight of their cock nestled against her tongue, her sharp canines shining in the glow of a streetlight high above them, her gaze so heated and hungry that Ran was certain she'd take them for even more if they let her, it was too much. Just like they had known it would be.

They grabbed her by the head and tangled their hands in her hair. When they bucked their hips up, pulling at her to take them in, she sealed her lips around their cock again. She let them go as they gripped her head and fucked her mouth. They were so close to whimpering out an apology when she grabbed them by the hips. Not to pin them down, she was groping her way around to their ass and pulling them up, using their thrusts as leverage.

Ran knew they were being too loud, that they were moving too much, that they had taken the chance of crossing a line they might have regretted, but none of it mattered. Sevika was palming at their ass through their jeans and drooling all over them and sucking hard enough to hollow out her already beautifully sculpted cheeks, and they were going to have a fucking heart attack.

When she moaned around them, sounding so sweet, they split their lower lip to stifle the cry that threatened to tear out of them as they came again. They rocked their hips up, aided by Sevika's grasping hands, and thrust into her throat until she gagged around them. They gasped and snatched their hands away from her head.

"I'm sorry! Fuck, Sev, I'm sorry, I'm sorry-" They couldn't stop running their mouth or snapping their hips up to chase just a little bit more friction. "I didn't mean it, god, you feel so fucking good."

Sevika didn't pin their hips down or pull away just yet. Her eyes were watering, but that didn't mean shit to her in the face of Ran sounding like this. The apology and praise all together went straight to her head. She dug her fingers into their ass through their jeans and brought her head up so she could tongue at their gushing tip. She had already swallowed, but she could get some more. Always more.

She could see a ruby of blood perched on their plump bottom lip and prayed it would linger there until she got the chance to lap it up. Whatever of them she could taste, she wanted it all. It all belonged to her.

So she sucked and laved at their pulsing cock until they finally reached down again and shoved her away. Their whole body was trembling, every breath they took tapering off into a pathetic little mewling sound. They were so broken and utterly perfect.

Sevika licked her lips to savor the last traces of them she could get and pushed the leg they'd had outstretched on the seat off. They were limp for the moment, their flat chest heaving and their visible eye fluttering. Good, that would make this easier. She maneuvered their lanky limbs back into a sitting position so she could crawl back into the car with them. She slammed the door behind her and wrapped them up in her arms. And she leaned forward just in time to snatch that gem of blood off their lip with a slow, deceptively gentle kiss.

Her heart was still hammering in her chest as she hoisted them into her lap. They were both too tall for it, but Ran curled up in her arms as she splayed her thighs open, tucking into themself as much as they could manage. The pressure of their body as she perched them on her was distracting, made the throbbing of her neglected cunt worse, but she ignored it in favor of kissing their sweaty forehead.

"You still with me?" she said with a chuckle. She hummed and gave them a squeeze around the shoulders, rubbing at their bicep, when they buried their face in the side of her neck again. They kept one hand tucked against themself, pressed between them, and reached up to cup the other side of her neck with their free hand. She took the slow sweeps of their thumb along a small stretch of skin as her answer.

Then they spoke, their delicious rasp of a voice almost made her shiver. "Never leavin' you alone after that." Ran kissed the side of her neck. Her grip on their bicep tightened. Their hold on her neck did the same.

"You better not," she said. And she meant it.

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A wave of enthusiastic cries rolled around the arena, clashing with the rattle of a drum set and idly looping guitar riff. The harsh lights beneath the seats drew the attention of the crowd to the fighters in the center of The Pits. The fighters in it had been tangled together for several minutes already, beating each other back but not to the point of damage needed for the bell to be rung.

Gold flashed at the spectators as Razor, the reigning champion of the Slickjaws, swung their feathered arm. The bird vastaya had thin golden ribbons attached to them all over their shoulders and arms, where they moved the most. The leader of the faction, comprised of assassins and arms dealers, insisted the fringe had a tactical advantage. It mostly served to irritate his fighter and make them look obnoxious.

They were up against a formidable opponent. And with a great deal to lose. The Slickjaws had just overstepped and attempted to intimidate a shopkeeper under the protection of The Eyes. They had already encroached more than was desirable on a recent shipment of shimmer in order to push more merchandise during the previous month. Finn wanted to settle both debts in here. If Razor won, he'd be home free. If they lost, he could end up down a fighter and still have to pay to have the shop rebuilt.

Bruise The Butcher dodged Razor’s next blow, snatching off some of the ribbons as she grabbed their arm and used their forward momentum to yank them into her knee. They doubled over from the impact, allowing her to sweep their feet out from under them. They managed to dive forward to keep from getting caught on their back beneath her. In contrast to the mess of gold, green, and white that was Razor, The Butcher only had one eye-catching color offsetting the gray of her fur and the black of the clothes crafted for her: a deep, bloody red. Sevika had recruited her, chosen that color, and polished her technique over the better part of two years.

As the two of them locked together again, to the dismay of the crowd, Sevika kissed her teeth and glanced to her right. She wasn't observing her champion's fight alone. Ran was beside her on one of the few broad seats reserved for patrons. The two of them weren't touching. They didn't do that much in public, certainly not here, but she wanted to. The long section of their fringe was facing her as she took in the sight of their face in profile. She couldn't see much; the tip of their broad nose peeking forward tempted her. The sharp line of their jaw called to her lips and fingertips.

What concerned her most, however, was the posture they had taken. They were bowed forward, forearms resting on their thighs with their hands clasped together. Every time there was a lull in the chaos around them, she could hear the mechanisms of their right hand clicking as they squeezed their hands together. Each swell of noise around them, indicating some exciting move in the fight they were all meant to be watching, made a muscle tick in Ran's jaw, and tipped them forward slightly more. Their throat kept bobbing with heavy swallows even as the drink she'd bought for them before this fight went completely untouched.

She could have put her arm around them. She tapped their thigh with the back of her hand after picking up her own glass instead. She intended to raise it to them, but they didn't look in her direction. They had gone eerily still as they continued watching the fight. She took a sip and looked down again just as the crowd's collective voice rose.

Bruise had finally gotten Razor on the dusty ground, the chirean’s powerful legs wrapped around their neck as she dug her claws into one of the arms she had forced back into her grip. She wrenched the two of them to the side, squeezing the vastaya tighter as their legs kicked wildly in an attempt to gain any leverage. They didn't manage to, and their movements grew sluggish as they ran out of air. When they finally fell limp and didn't move again after several long moments, the bell rang.

The Butcher only released them once the crowd took up a shrill cry. Another victory for her and The Eyes. And her patron. While she kicked up dust around Razor's limp form, egging on the crowd as they chanted for her, Sevika drained her glass and looked to her right.

Ran was leaning back in the seat now, their knees pressed together with their whole body slanted away from her. They had one of their elbows resting on the arm of the seat, their mechanical hand covering their mouth while their left hand draped in their lap.

Sevika recognized that posture. She looked down at the spot they were attempting to subtly cover up with their hand as they people around them cheered. Dumbass still wore the tightest possible pants and expected to not get caught when they were hard as hell.

"Finish that drink. I gotta collect," she said.

Ran grabbed their glass and sipped it slow to start. The hand in their lap didn't move, and knowing that she had likely looked there didn't help.

Sevika scoffed and leaned in close enough for her shoulder to brush theirs. "Need'a borrow the cloak?"

Ran's cheeks flushed as they drained their glass the rest of the way. "You actually gonna give it to me?"

"Got something I'll give you. Just not here," she said. She stood and grabbed at the cloak she'd draped over the back of their shared seat. She pulled it over herself as Ran knocked back the glass. "Course that'd get you movin'. Thirsty mutt. C'mon."

Ran followed her out of the arena, trusting the darkness and crush of the crowd to conceal that they were still filling out the front of their pants as much as the back. They were grateful for once that Sevika's cloak hid so much, because there was no way in hell they'd be able to walk up a flight of stairs behind her and have any hope of calming down without it.

Sevika knew her champion would go to the locker room before she collected. She still had to be fast. Bruise had taken some solid hits, but she'd won, and she would be wired over it. It wouldn't take her long to be fixed up enough to grab her winnings and go home. She and Ran weren't getting more drinks, weren't talking about the next fights. All of that could come later.

The two of them passed through the nosebleed section where several drunks lingered, swaying in a pale imitation of dancing to the music that ushered in the next performer. The bouncer of the room with tinted windows overlooking The Pits from afar stepped aside before the two of them were even within reach of it.

Finn was already inside, sulking in a chair beside the table where Sevika's cogs were being counted. He was fidgeting with his lighter, twirling it between his fingers as he sipped from a steaming mug through a straw. "How much time?" he asked.

"Seventy-two hours. Starting the second my champion beat yours," Sevika said. She strode across the room to the table and accepted a hefty bag stamped with Bruise's insignia in red ink: a cleaver embedded in a skull. There was another large bag with the same symbol being filled as well. She didn't linger on it. "You don't wanna owe interest. Get it done, Finn."

Maybe someone else would have been uncomfortable turning their back on him. She wasn't. She nodded to Ran so they would walk ahead of her this time around. She wanted to be home as soon as possible.

While she tucked the bag into the pouch on her left hip, she scanned their surroundings. She spotted a deep dip in the wall, just a chunk of empty space swallowed by shadows, in one of the long, wide halls where fighters and spectators alike passed through. While another fight was starting, it was mostly empty.

Empty enough for her to grab at the back of Ran's chest harness to pull them aside and swing them into that patch of darkness. They didn't fight her on it. Of course they didn't. They grabbed at her instead, their left hand smoothing along the exposed skin of her midriff before their fingers curled into her belt loops. Their mechanical hand formed a fist in the fabric of her cloak.

She didn't waste time or pretend she cared to hide her intentions. There was never any point in doing that with Ran. They'd seen her looking at them. She knew what they needed after watching their shared lover win. Especially the way she had gone about it.

Sevika palmed the front of their pants, letting out a quiet chuckle feeling they had softened after all. "Not happy to see that asshole, huh?"

"Never," Ran said. "He made Razor look like an idiot down there." There was already a deepening rasp in their voice as she rubbed at them through their pants. They were hardening in seconds.

Sevika heard their breath hitching as she gave their cock a squeeze. "Serves 'em right for throwing their lot in with him." She brushed her nose against theirs and felt their hips jerk forward, heard another soft sound escape them. An answering flare of heat blazed between her own thighs. "Look at you. So damn easy. We ain't even home yet 'n I bet you're leaking already."

"Not my fault, you perv. Couldn't wait to get your hands on me?" they shot back. They shamelessly bucked into her hand again before she withdrew it and made them slump against the wall behind them.

"You let me. You'd let me bust you open right here." Sevika slid her right arm around them to grab their ass. She shifted, her cheek pressed to theirs, and murmured into their ear, sounding smooth as ever, "You wanna be on top when we get back? Been a while. Seems like you could use it."

Ran's grip on her tightened before they shoved her back a step. "Don't play with me," they said. She could hear their smile before they stepped out into the light enough for her to see it.

"Not playing," she said. She ignored the excited flip of her stomach when she saw the flame she had lit behind their eye. "Let's get home before I change my mind." She didn't mean it, but it got them moving instead of trying to paw at her here. They fell into lockstep within seconds, not breaking it once as they ventured to their apartment.

Sevika ignored the shifting of her own breasts as she fought to catch her breath. Ran hadn't waited a minute after they got home to drag her to bed. They hadn't waited for permission to strip her, either, but she hadn't stopped them. She had tangled tongues with them, feeling an excited buzzing beneath her skin as they revealed it that reminded her of just how many years stretched out between them. They didn't shy away from her scars, they knew how to hold her to avoid causing the bad kind of pain, they knew exactly where to kiss and press to get her wet and hard and melting into her crappy old mattress.

Some things about her mutt hadn't changed since she had shown them the ropes (metaphorical first, then literal), including how starved they always were for her. Nothing made them happier than being trapped between her thick, muscular thighs. And she didn't deprive them. She knew no one could do this the way they did. All she'd demanded they pause for was their collar. The second she had buckled it around their neck, they pounced on her with full enthusiasm.

She let them hug her legs perched on their shoulders, let them whimper and whine and groan into her cunt. They suckled her clit to full hardness until she placed her claws on their head to hold them down.

They hadn't let up until she'd been shaking and panting like she'd scaled a cliffside. She yanked them up by the hair, rolling her eyes with exasperation when they crawled up the length of her body, pressing reverent kisses all over her torso until their lips could collide with hers. She licked her own flavor off of their plump lips, wrapped her legs around their waist, and scruffed them when they tried to kiss her again.

They made a soft sound of need, pressed into her with their fists balled up in the sheets on either side of her.

"Don't gimme that look," she scolded. "Put it in, pup."

Ran's visible eye went wide at once. They leaned over to put all of their weight on their right hand so they could reach down and grab at their own leaking cock, guiding it between the thick lips of her cunt until they could roll their body forward and slide into her with a low moan of satisfaction. They buried their face in her neck to muffle their sounds as they sank deeper into her, feeling her legs tighten around them.

Sevika kept her hold on their hair and turned to brush her lips against the shell of their ear. "That's my good dog. Fuck me like you know who owns you." Her low humming was drowned out by the hissing and sputtering of her left arm as her heart raced.

Ran immediately spread their thighs wide, balanced their weight on their knees, and rocked into her with desperate, deep, quick thrusts. And the way her bone-rattling groan struck their senses made them surrender without hesitation. They let their weight drop onto her, knowing she could bear it with ease, and sank their teeth into the side of her neck with a pathetic whine.

Sevika kept her grip in their hair, not guiding their head, only clenching her fist every few moments to shower their scalp and the rest of their body with pleasant tingling that she knew would weaken them even more. She raked her claws down their back, only scoring light lines along their pale skin, and let her head fall back onto her pillows. "Atta boy…fuck, you're hittin' deep tonight.." Her lips drew back in a blissful grin when Ran made a noise almost like a sob and bit her harder.

Praise from Sevika was always a special treat. Getting to touch and see her without any barriers meant more. Getting to feel her slick heat coiling around them was even more rare. For her to combine all of the above had Ran's head spinning and heart hammering out of their chest in an attempt to break free of their skin and plunge into hers. They could feel their own hard nipples rubbing against the softness of her much larger chest, making their rhythm falter and their cock weep freely into her.

When she pulled their face away from her neck, Ran braced themself to be scolded. Instead, she kissed them deep, huffing through her nose and exploring their mouth with her tongue like she hadn't had every inch of them, inside and out, memorized for two decades already.

Ran felt her claws seeking every bit of softness on their lean body. The slight pudge that gathered above their hip, the swell of their ass, the side of their thigh, somewhere she could press inward just a fraction of the way despite the muscle being taut from exertion. Her fingers tangled in their hair, an iron grip keeping them pressed to her until their lungs began to burn from the shallow breaths they were able to steal as they continued rutting into her. Every sound of bliss they made was muffled, then woven through with her own low grunts and groans.

She released them as a powerful surge of pleasure rocketed up her spine, forcing her head back again, making her buck her hips up to meet their thrusts as they got sloppier. And a breathless chuckle escaped her. "Can't hold it, pup?" She scratched at Ran's scalp when they whined in response and dropped their forehead to rest on her shoulder. They nodded against her sweaty skin, a trickle of drool dripping onto her collarbone. She dug the tips of her claws into their ass and made them yelp, their hips snapping forward with even more urgency.

"Poor thing," she taunted. Normally she'd demand that they hold out until they got her off, but they'd already managed that. More than once. Their mouth was legendary for a reason, and they'd sensitized her to the point that just them penetrating her felt incredible. She squeezed them with her thighs just to press another sound of desperation out of them. "C'mon, give it to me. Bein' such a good slut."

Ran bit into her again, blunt teeth in her bulky shoulder, head foggy with excitement and unadulterated joy over the praise, how tightly she was squeezing them, how her claws roamed their body as she scratched them. They were doing good. They were pleasing her. They shuddered as they felt their peak rapidly approaching, fed by the burning at the surface of their skin that followed her left hand and the molten, velvety heat that engulfed them.

She raked her claws up the line of their spine and pressed their sharp tips into the back of Ran's shoulder. Even worse, however, was her using their hair to yank their head up. The breathless moan she released into their mouth as her tongue plunged into it was too much to endure. She only ever sounded this way when they were getting everything right. When they pleased her enough for her to surrender.

Their hands splayed out across her broad back, their arms tucked underneath her as they clung to her. As if being draped over her wasn't nearly enough, they squeezed her through the cresting point where they could feel the pressure built inside of them release in a pulsing rhythm that made them shudder. They rutted into her with hopelessly frantic snaps of their hips, not even attempting to maintain a rhythm. They just needed more friction. Needed her tight cunt to wring a few more drops out of them. Needed to fuck her until they felt her coming apart underneath them again.

They broke the kiss with a cry that didn't sound fully human, their hips jerking back and forth in a haphazard frenzy. They let their forehead rest against hers as they crammed their cock in as deep as they could, flooding her with a rush of warmth that made both of them echo each other's moans. A small trickle of faint white dribbled out of her, but they weren't done.

Sevika was panting into the tiny space between their lips, the long section of their fringe brushing the scarred skin of her left cheek. Ran's nose had bumped into hers more than once, making her feel the absurd urge to laugh as they whined and pounded into her. So desperate to extend their combined bliss while they were still hard. And she decided she wanted to help them take full advantage of it. She quit holding onto them and used her hands and the bed underneath them as leverage instead. She rolled the two of them over and pinned her pet underneath her, their arms still lashed around her waist.

"Good boy," she purred to them. She smirked down at the glazed look of joy in their eye and licked into their mouth again, rolling her hips in slow, lazy circles. Just to keep them hard for her. And feel how every little move stirred up the load they had poured into her. She knew they'd give her every drop of fluid they had to offer and she wouldn't even have to ask.

She wrapped the fingers of her right hand around their pale throat as she came up for air, feeling their throat bob as they swallowed and got right back to whining for her. She allowed herself a moment of genuine amusement as she reared up and planted herself fully on top of them, feeling them pulse and jerk inside of her from excitement. "Been a while since you got to breed me, right? You got another load in you?"

Ran nodded, smoothing their hands up her thighs to grab her by the hips. They had long smeared all of their lipstick off on her skin, their lovely lips parted to let loose more soft sounds that only made her more determined to drain them dry. They'd had a gleam in their eye as they had watched her champion, their shared lover, in The Pits. The heart of a star burned behind it as they watched her, as bright as it had ever been.

She didn't seek to snuff it or silence their wordless pleas for her to give them more. She relished in the sight of it, releasing their neck and reaching down to splay her hand out between their small breasts. "C'mon, boy- fuck, you feel good," she praised them. Her left forearm spat flames for a brief moment beside them as they bucked their hips up to meet her as she sank down on them again. "That's it. Good pup. Gimme a litter. Been wanting that for ages, right? You can do it this time, can't ya?"

Ran's eye went wide, their pupils already blown, and their grip on her hips tightened. Not to hold her where she was, but to pull them up. They moved too fast for her to stop them, their legs bending behind her as they ran their hands up her back to embrace her. They wove their left hand into the loose half of her hair, yanking her into a deep kiss as metal fingers splayed out at the small of her back.

She had expected them to turn things fully around on her. Instead she was settled in their lap, fighting a shudder at the press of their cock inside her as they guided her to resume rocking with the hands holding her. She found herself holding onto their shoulders at first, her own slack rather than drawn up as her voice climbed higher from the constant grinding of her lover inside of her. The rub of her hard nipples against their smaller chest felt almost painfully intense. She wrapped her right arm around them anyway, feeling a rattle pass through her left side from her mechanical arm spitting more vapor and working to cool itself. Clawed fingers dug into their skin and made them rock faster.

There was only so long that she could withstand them curling their tongue around hers, their drooling cockhead bullying her cervix like they had to follow her order to fill her with pups or she'd kill them for it. The angle kept her clit sliding against them, lighting the sensitive nerves there on fire. She let her head fall back as a broken moan escaped her. Feeling Ran's teeth in the right side of her neck made her tighten her grip on them and snap her hips as they continued to meet her every move with their own deep thrusts.

She came around them a second time, raking her claws down their arm and groaning so deep in her chest that Ran let her neck go to press their cheek there to enjoy the vibration. They answered her with a low growl that ironically enough reminded her of a cat purring out of bliss. As her chest heaved with her attempts to clear her head from the buzzing in it, they kissed their way from the center where they had settled to her right breast, bringing their left hand around to cup her dense, soft flesh and lift it to allow them to swirl their warm, slick tongue around her hard nipple.

"Tryna get milk outta me?" she quipped. "Won't work." She chuckled over their soft huff, then had to bite back another moan as they sucked her nipple between their plump lips. She sighed and scratched the back of their head, letting them draw on her with long pulls of their mouth that made goosebumps break out across her skin.

She could feel them softening, the warmth lingering from what they had poured into her. Some of it dripped out of her, mirroring the slide of the sweat running down her spine, the back of her neck, the sides of her face. She still wasn't done. The joy and anguish she'd seen competing on their face earlier that night still haunted her.

Sevika tugged them off her breast by their hair, smirking over their soft sound of disappointment and shoving at them to get them on their back again. She smiled down at them even as she rolled her eyes over their irate whining. "Quit it, you dumb mutt," she said. She framed their broad shoulders, now marked from her mouth, with both of her hands. She could feel theirs on her again. Grasping her by the waist with as much bottomless need as she would continue showing them.

They stared up at her with a sparkling green eye, their sound of mild distress tapering off into silence when she leaned down to brush their noses together.

"I ain't going anywhere, pup, so shut that pretty mouth." She pressed a softer kiss to their lips, savoring the slide of their hands back down to her hips. Relishing in how they melted underneath her again. She broke the kiss only to trace her way down their body with her lips, mouthing at the sharp line of their jaw, marking the pale column of their neck, lingering over each of the soft, small breasts she had witnessed growing on them. The stomach hardened alongside hers by years of punishing work. And then softened at a low point that only made them more tempting to her; they had always taken their hormone regiment seriously. She had to reward them for it. She kissed this band of plushness that wrapped around their hips, feeling them squirm a bit. And then sank her teeth in.

Ran yelped, but they still kept their thighs spread apart to accommodate her. The pinching and the burn were nice, really. They felt her smooth her right hand down their thigh and smiled as they opened up further. Their head was in a heavenly fog of pleasure and pride over knowing they had pleased her. And she wanted to reward them for it. They had been good. Ever her loyal dog.

Sevika ground the soft flesh between her front teeth for a moment, long and hard enough to leave indents when she picked her head back up. The sight of their pale skin already reddening from the mild trauma she had caused made her smile. She kissed the center of the mark before she continued further down. She pulled their legs up onto her shoulders, groping her way up their thighs to their hips. She pressed her claws and rough fingertips into them to make them squirm some more.

They'd both had a long day, running collections for hours before attending the fight. Neither had hesitated to pounce on the other, and Sevika was not shy about enjoying the state her mutt was in after all of it. She made a low sound of pleasure as she drew in a long, deep breath of their thick aroma, resting her scarred cheek against the inside of their thigh as she idly kneaded them with her claws and fingertips. She turned her head to kiss the sticky, satin skin enveloping her before she pressed forward with a lick of her lips.

Feeling her mouth engulf them when they had already been driven past the point of two orgasms was enough to make Ran's entire body go taut for a moment. A high-pitched sound of agonized rapture bounced off the walls. They grabbed at Sevika's hair, knowing she wouldn't have mercy on them even if they begged. When they tugged gently, fighting a strangled moan, she sucked on them hard enough to make them try to press their hips back into the mattress. They couldn't escape her, but they didn't want to.

Sevika hummed with bliss as she tongued their soft, pliable flesh. Their combined flavor made her aching cunt clench with the memory of how good it had felt to have them pound her. She swirled her tongue slowly around the head, swallowing down their spongy shaft until they keened again. Poor thing was still leaking. She wanted more out of them. She needed their arousal coating her tongue.

Ran's body lurched again before she pinned their hips down with a shove and grunted around their soft cock. Every breath they attempted to suck into their lungs got caught. Every pull of Sevika's mouth sent bolts of pure electricity up their spine. She caressed them with her tongue until they felt tears trickling down from the corners of their eyes to their temples. They abandoned her hair in favor of gripping the sheets hard enough to make their left hand ache.

Another enrapturing pull of her mouth forced their mouth open. "Ngh-! Ah! Vee-! Vika!" They felt her digging her claws in and her tongue rolling over their drooling head with enough pressure to grind their flesh against the ridges at the roof of her mouth. "Can't! Can't cum! Ah-! Anymore!"

Sevika sucked loudly as she let their cock slip from her mouth and chuckled at their broken attempt to beg her for mercy. In truth, she was shocked she had pushed them to the point of speaking with their collar on. She turned her head and bit their inner thigh just to make them sob and drip more anyway. "How's that my problem?" she teased. She kissed their new bite mark and buried her face in their bush again.

It wasn't until they were cumming dry and Sevika had heard their voice crack over the syllables of her name that she had decided she was satisfied. She sighed as she untangled herself from between their shaking thighs and pushed herself up onto her knees to admire her work.

Her pet was an absolute wreck. Their face was flushed so dark it was splotchy, streaked with sweat and tears. Their full lips were still parted, and she couldn't resist the urge to grab their jaw with her claws and force their mouth more fully open. She rocked forward until her face was level with theirs. "Still with me, pup?"

Ran shivered and grabbed at her left forearm with both hands, the metal of their right one squeaking from their grip. They let out a soft moan as they nodded weakly.

"Good boy, get ready to swallow." She locked her claws around their throat as she let saliva build in her mouth. Just their taste filling her mouth was enough to cause it. Enough for her to drip onto the tongue they stuck out for her. Her lips curled back from her teeth in a grin as she let her own tongue hang to coat theirs with their combined arousal.

Ran whimpered as she squeezed their throat while they swallowed. The pinpricks of pain that accompanied it made them squirm beneath her. Their whole body felt like it was burning, their heart rattling in their chest at her proud grin. She was happy with them.

They whined again when she let their neck go, only to feel an eager fluttering inside of them when she cupped their cheek with her right hand instead. "You still game, gorgeous?" She stroked their sculpted cheek with her thumb. "Could keep ruinin' you all night."

Ran nodded again, making a soft, pitiful sound of need as they grabbed her waist again. They could feel a ghostly sensation at the base of their spine, the yearning for a tail that could wag as her grin grew devilish.

"You want another taste, yeah? Gonna clean me out?" she purred to them. She crawled up the length of their lithe body as soon as they nodded again.

Ran was pawing at her again, impatient despite already having tasted her that night. They were lifting their head to reach her before she even perched over their face, coiling their arms around her muscular thighs to pull her along with such force that she had to catch herself with her left hand braced against the wall.

A scoff of a laugh escaped her as she smoothed her right hand over their left one. Calloused skin rubbing together and soothing them both. "Keep that up 'n I'll just beat off onto your face, pup." She bent her left arm and rested it against the wall as she lowered herself to muffle Ran's continued whining with her dripping cunt. She let out a sigh as she felt them dragging their tongue against the hole they'd fucked so thoroughly.

Ran knew she was bluffing. They knew she wouldn't deprive them of her intoxicating scent and the sweetness of their cum blended together. They moaned into the slick, silky skin they had coated in their arousal and lapped at her with swift sweeps of their tongue. They didn't fight her starting to grind down on their mouth, clinging to her thighs as they flexed with her restless rocking. They flicked their tongue against her swollen clit each time it came within reach of their tongue. When they heard her above them, letting loose soft sighs and moans, they made high-pitched sounds of enjoyment. They were rewarded with her right hand landing on their head and tugging at their hair. They wrapped their lips around the short, fat shaft of her clit so she could fuck their mouth. She smeared their cum all over their chin as her movements became rougher, quicker.

"Keep suckin', gorgeous. That my good mutt." She tangled her fingers in their hair to keep their head in place as she fucked those plush lips she'd always loved so much. She shuddered as they rolled their tongue over her in a mimicry of how she'd tormented them earlier. She squeezed their head with her thighs, her cunt fluttering around them as they drew on her sensitive flesh again. She yanked on their hair when they swirled the tip of their tongue around her and made her gasp. "That's it, right there- fuck."

Ran felt a dull throb inside their skull from the sheer pressure of their owner's thighs crushing it. Little by little, as her cunt twitched and her moans grew more breathless and broken, her muscles grew more solid in their grip. Until she shoved her full weight down onto them and rode out her orgasm with such uneven, frantic jerking over their mouth all Ran could do was offer their tongue as a surface for her to use and let their lungs burn from lack of air. Their scalp ached where she was clutching their hair for dear life. Nothing felt better than that.

They were almost disappointed when she lifted herself up and off them so she could drop down on top of the pillow beside their head instead. She rubbed her right hand over her face as she caught her breath, more trickles of sweat decorating her skin. Several dark strands of hair had escaped the half-tied section that kept her face clear, and Ran watched her tuck them away again while her chest was still heaving. Still tempting them.

They let out a soft little hum and rolled onto their side as they licked their lips. They wanted her flavor to linger. They pressed their face into the side of her hip, mouthing at it then nibbling until they felt her claws scratching at their scalp. Goosebumps broke out across their skin as they nuzzled hers. They slid an arm behind her, their other hand running over the flat plane of her abdomen as it flexed from her continued heavy breathing. And they clung to her.

"Still not goin' anywhere," she said. Her voice was soft, her words gentle despite how ragged she had sounded just a minute before. "You were too good." She trailed off, sucked in a deep breath, and added, "Always have been." She swallowed hard, her throat feeling dry and scratchy from their exertions. She couldn’t bring herself to think about how vocal she had been. She sat up, and Ran gripped her tighter. "Just gonna get us some water, pup, don't be like that."

Ran bit into her hip again. Not meant to hurt much. Just a warning. A plea while they still couldn't manage to speak much. They laced their fingers together along her side and dug in.

Sevika chuckled and pried one of their arms off her. They whined in protest even as they allowed her to stand. She watched them grab the pillow she had sat on and bury their face in it, their eye still fixed on her. She ruffled their hair. "Be right back. We can get cleaned up after."

Ran occupied themself with huffing the faint smell of her that was left on the pillow until she returned with two canisters of water. Both were drained in moments. Ran tossed theirs, still open, onto the floor and grabbed at her to join them again. She had indulged them completely so far. She wouldn't tell them no at the very end, right? They smiled when she climbed back into bed.

Sevika grabbed at the pillows before Ran could lay down again, tucking her left arm underneath them and watching as recognition bloomed on their face. She folded another pillow under their head and beckoned them with her right hand. She wrapped her arm around them as they flopped down again. They shoved an arm underneath her so they could cling to her again and tangled their legs together.

Ran squeezed their eyes shut, a smile growing on their face as they felt her right hand smoothing down their back. They rested their forehead against hers, their noses brushing together, and let out another little humming sound of pure contentment. Even when she reached up again and unbuckled their collar, they remained relaxed. They would miss the weight of it like they always did, but she would put it on them again sometime soon.

Sevika set the collar aside, replacing the leather with her own hand on the back of their neck. She captured their lips in one more slow, deep kiss. As if she could erase the past several months of their heart being slowly broken. She let them end the kiss. Let them curl up to tuck their head underneath her chin, pretending to make themself small in her arms despite their comparable heights.

"Not gonna let me clean us up?" she murmured to them. She had already caved, melting into their tight hold on her. Letting her hand splay out between their shoulder blades. They shook their head, pressing their face into her. She squeezed them in return. "Fine. We can rest a little."

Within minutes, she was snoring into their hair, her right arm locked tight around them. They were lulled to sleep by her warmth, the scent that still hadn't changed lingering beneath the shimmer and the smoke that clung to her almost as tightly as they did. And her unyielding grip. She didn't want to let them go. She never would.

Credit to @sisterlucifergraphics for the guard dog dividers

Credit to @dykeasaurwrites for the character Bruise The Butcher! Check out her debut fic "Cruising for a Bruising" for more of her!

Ran had been doing his best to behave. His Mama brought him to school everyday and reminded him to do three things: listen, focus, and pay attention. If he could be good at those three things, things were supposed to be okay.

He forgot to pay attention today. He had been having too much fun at recess, skipping across concrete with some of the girls in his class, small fingers wrapped around an imaginary saber he was using to defend himself from enemies as ephemeral as the spring heat.

He bumped into one of the older boys talking to a friend as he dodged a laser no one but he and the girl who had fired it could see, and his body went rigid at once. The fear he saw on the face of his playmate got his feet moving again, and he took a step back toward her.

The older boy grabbed him by the shoulder and spun him hard enough that he stumbled. He caught himself just in time to be shoved off his feet completely, sprawling by the metal railing that surrounded the concrete slab that was his playground. "Hey! Don't touch me, sissy!"

Ran felt like he couldn't breathe. The world was starting to spin, and he blindly grasped for something to help him up. His bully took care of that for him, grabbing him by the front of his shirt and pulling him onto his feet. His vision blurred with tears as his throat closed up around an apology he couldn't voice.

"What're you crying about? Boygirls like you should stay away from the rest of us." The older boy shoved him back again, the two of them drawing enough attention that a small semi-circle was forming around them. Another older boy spat in Ran's direction, reminding him of the men in bright vests he saw standing around the scaffolding all over the city. It was such an adult thing to do.

"Give him something to cry about, Cole," said the spitting boy.

The boy Ran had bumped into stuck his finger in his face, poking at his head. "You got something missing in there, retard?"

Ran felt tears burn their way down his cheeks as he shook his head. He still couldn't manage a word, only a whimper that made the other boy's face draw together in disgust.

He slapped Ran on the side of the head. "Can't talk either, stupid? Why are you even in school if you're such an idiot?"

Ran's whole body jerked to the side with the force of the blow. It put him off balance again, and when the older boy put the full force of a ten year old's body into his next shove, Ran's feet left the ground. His head cracked with a resounding clang against the metal railing, and he dropped to the ground.

The metal rang out for a very long time, he thought. And it hurt very badly, but he couldn't get away. He might as well stay on the concrete like a ragdoll. Maybe that would make it harder for Cole to hurt him. Kaede didn't like bending down to find him when they played hide and seek. Maybe Cole wouldn't want to get on the floor either.

Everything felt too bright when he opened his eyes, but he could hear yelling past the sound of the metal. It was Cole and maybe the other boy and some girls? Were his friends here? Had they found his sisters? He didn't think they had recess together today, but maybe today was so bad that it made him lucky.

His sisters were not there, but there was a girl on top of Cole. When had he gotten on the ground with Ran?

It was the girl from the back of the classroom. She was very new. New to the school, and their teacher had said new to New York. She didn't talk, and she looked very upset all the time, but Ran wanted to be nice. His friends had told him to leave her alone, but here she was.

Her long black hair was tied back in a ponytail, and she was wearing overalls over a bright yellow shirt. She had on big sneakers like the kids who played basketball on the blacktop did.

And she was punching Cole in the face while he yelled and tried to smack her hands away. A trickle of blood was already slowly making its way from her nose to her mouth, her teeth bared in a snarl that showed Ran she had a gap in them like their Mama. She struck him again, and blood burst across his pale skin and the concrete under them all.

"Stop it! Stop!" he shrieked. He shoved at her face with one of his hands, and she grabbed it to twist it, making him scream. The noise from the other children surrounding them reached a fever pitch, rising into a mess of voices.

Ran curled up into a ball on the concrete beside them and covered his ears. The metal sound was back and getting worse. He didn't understand why, it had been so long since his head hit the railing.

A familiar voice cut through, but Ran refused to open their eyes again. It was too bright and too loud and his head hurt so bad.

"Get away from him! That's enough!" A teacher. Not Ran's. Maybe Cole's. It didn't matter. He just wanted to be left alone until the metal sound and his tears stopped. His nose was running, and he hated the slimy feeling of it on his face. He wouldn't uncover his ears to wipe it away. Not until everyone was gone.

Ran felt a hand on his arm and a small sob escaped him as he tried to wriggle away from it. It didn't feel like an adult hand. Maybe Cole had come back to hurt him again.

"Are you okay?"

It was a new voice. A girl's voice. The way she spoke reminded him of his Mama's family.

Ran opened one eye and looked up to find the new girl. The one with a bloody nose and permanent frown. She was still frowning, but her voice didn't sound mean. He sniffled and shook his head. It wasn't loud anymore, so he uncovered his ears. Behind her, Cole was standing with the boy who spat at them and two teachers. Ran didn't try to hear what they were saying.

The new girl bent down and touched their arm again. "Let me help you," she said. She took both of their hands and pulled with a surprising amount of strength. No wonder she had beaten Cole.

Ran had to look down into her eyes when he was standing, fat tears of pain and confusion still dripping down his face. He didn't want to gross her out with his nose, though. That was bad manners around a girl, so he tried to sniff it all back in, producing a horrible sucking sound that made him smile. "Sorry, I'm gross," he said. He wiped at his eyes and cheeks while she frowned up at him. "He knocked the snot out of me." He tried to laugh, but he coughed instead, nose still running. He slumped back against the railing and pulled at his t-shirt to wipe his face. His Mamas told him that was bad manners too, but he didn't have a tissue.

"He won't do that again," she said. She sounded very serious. She huffed and smeared some of the blood running from her nose across her round face with the back of her hand. Her knuckles looked red.

Ran dropped the bottom of his t-shirt and shrugged. "Sometimes other boys do that. I think he hates me the most." He sounded matter of fact. He had always had problems with other kids. It seemed to be getting worse, though. "I think they're jealous because girls like me more."

The new girl stepped closer to him and reached for his head. When he flinched, her frown eased, and she said, "You hit your head hard. Where does it hurt?"

Ran took her hand with red knuckles but no blood and guided it to where he could feel his heartbeat trying to escape the back of his head. He flinched again when he felt her gently brush her fingers over the spot that hurt the most. Her frown got worse again, but it reminded him of how his Oya looked when he told her about bad things happening to him.

She pulled her hand back and wiped some dust off his cheek, then held him by the shoulders. Her gray eyes narrowed as she searched his face.

Ran sniffled again and blinked at her, no longer crying. He felt safe with her between him and the older boys, the teachers. Even his friends. "What're you lookin' for? The brains I'm missing?" He let out a watery chuckle and cleared his throat.

The new girl shook her head. "You'll be okay," she said. She looked down at his hands, dangling at his sides. "You should hit them back. You're tall."

Ran shrugged. He didn't mind her hands on his shoulders. "I'm not good at that."

She dropped her hands and squared her shoulders as she frowned up at him. "I'll hit them for you until you get good at it."

"You don't have to do that. I have big sisters. They weren't here today," he said.

"I'll be here everyday," she said. "You're nice. They should leave you alone."

Ran smiled. "You're nice," he said. He knew it was true. She was nice in the mean way. In the way his Mama had to be so she and his Oya were left alone. In the way Kaede was when she pestered him to do chores when she got home late. In the way Idowu and Alaba were so this didn't happen so much.

She wrinkled her nose like she had smelled something foul. "No," she said.

"Both of you come here," said one of the teachers. "Now." She looked angry in the scary way. And Cole was crying, his face bloody like the new girl. It looked ugly on him.

The new girl squared her shoulders and took Ran's hand. Her grip was firm, and her hand was warm while his was still cold from panic. She didn't answer the teacher, just followed as the two adults escorted Cole toward the large metal doors back inside.

Ran gave her a squeeze as he fell into step beside her. He looked down at their joined hands and whispered, "My name is Ran."

"I'm Sevika," she said.

Ran's stomach continued to sink, his head still feeling like his heart had moved up into it, as they got closer to the principal's office. "Can we be friends?" he whispered.

"We already are," she said.

"Both of you be quiet," the teacher snapped at them.

Ran's eyes began to water again. Sevika squeezed his hand, and it stopped.

Credit to @pixopix for the dividers!

Cogs and hexes swapped hands. Papers folded and pocketed. Promises made that might as well have been bound in blood. That was what she would draw if they were broken. She didn't waste time on threats. Her intentions were and abilities were known. She let the last sailor she spoke to bum a cigarillo off her. They lit for themself, and so did she.

She descended further into the shadows of her city before the concealed sun reached its peak in the sky. The Promenade layer had never been the place for her. She preferred walls of natural stone over the structures above them. Smoke and fissure gasses blended together around her head, in her nose, filling her lungs as she slid down ladders and ducked down forgotten staircases hewn out of the bottomless cliffsides. There were fewer disturbances on these routes. Fewer chances to be seen by her targets.

Three goons from the largest shimmer factory had been caught dealing. Skimming vials. Thinking the missing merchandise wouldn't be missed. That she wouldn't be pulled out of her way to the dingy little corner where they were peddling wares that didn't belong to them. Into deeper shadows, through puddles of sludge and underneath walls that had crumbled into steep slants that cut across the open air of the alley.

It was easy to startle them. They didn't have the mind not to abuse their product. Didn't leave it where it should have belonged, sealed in the original vials. No, they were shaking and jittery, irises gleaming violet and mouths filled with saliva. One of them wore a cowl that made it effortless to snatch him back when he bolted.

His skin had split, overtaken by a bulging lesion that had turned his skin a sickly purple like a permanent bruise. Unfit for the factory. To be in such constant, close proximity to the substance that had done this to him. A swift knee to the stomach dropped him. She left him there.

The others didn't last any longer than he had. She ran them clear into the cracked sections of wall that she had ducked under. One split open his own forehead on a jagged edge of rock. The other had been slammed into the wall beside it by her bulk. She recovered what she could from their limp bodies. Half of what they had left with. It was still something.

They would either never show their faces at that factory again or know better than to try their luck a second time. If they survived. She stepped over them, the pouch at her left hip heavier and her prosthetic fingers speckled with blood.

She still wasn't done. She never was, really. If there wasn't something routine demanding her effort, there was an emergency. As was the case that day. Too many days since Silco's daughter had become part of his enterprise. Sevika knew there would be carnage, theatrics, a spectacular mess for her to clean up before the next.

She wound her way across bridges and down more steps, hitching lift rides where she could until she was too deep in The Lanes for the sun to ever hope to reach her. There was light to guide her, however. Flames licking up the stone of another cliffside. One that was hollowed out enough for an entire assembly line to dwell inside.

She didn't know how much had been scorched to the point of uselessness, how many bodies there would be to recover, but she was expected to reel in the chaos of scrambling workers and the wreckage of several horseless carriages.

Her whistle cut through the air and snatched the attention of the goons nearest her. Her orders came swift and decisive. The injured needed to be cleared out of the way. Product already salvaged needed to be guarded. And whoever was able, willing or not, would follow her.

She was already pulling her cloak over her head. It would either shield her and serve to manipulate the flames or it would burn. She couldn't afford to spare a thought for the young woman with a pair of blue braids fleeing the scene. Not even when someone shouted that this was her fault. It didn't matter. Sevika had to deal with the consequences.

The acrid smell of a chemical fire, scorched gasoline, and drying blood clung to her as she stepped past the line in front of The Last Drop. No one protested. The twin bouncers made room for her well before she was within arms' reach. She shoved the door open with her right hand.

Relief washed over when she was greeted with warm lighting rather than the strobing colors of the club nights.

Every seat was occupied, with several people standing around the bar. The blend of music and voices formed an almost pleasant backdrop to the sight that snatched her attention.

On the lefthand side of the room was the pool table. It had always been there, and it was always occupied. The butch bent over it was dressed entirely in black and white, a mass of choppy fringe shifting in front of their handsome face as the red glow of the table caressed their pale skin. They glanced her way after striking the ball and their full, darkly painted lips curled.

A wave of their mechanical fingers caught the attention of those watching them, piled onto a couch and into chairs that filled the corner of the room by the pool table. An outward ripple of joy began with a grin breaking out across the round face of a younger woman, dark eyes framed by coils such a deep purple they appeared almost black in the dim lights around them. A long, thick beard in the same shade sprouted along their cheeks, bloomed down their jaw. Broad shoulders filled out a purple shirt criss-crossed with straps in different shades of leather, bandoliers of pens and ink and small rolls of paper shifting as they poured a drink.

A set of claws dense and sharp enough to slice stone curled around the glass they held up, the amber liquid inside vanishing into a mouth filled with fangs in a flash of motion. Whatever comment she made got her glass snatched back even as a wave of laughter passed through the group as a whole. The tall, well-built chirean grabbed her cue off the wall between seats and circled the table to face off against her opponents alongside the butch who had just taken their shot. Plump lips stretched in a toothy smile, twin sets of silvery rings catching the bloody lights underneath her.

A far shorter young woman with a line of dark curls cutting across her forehead pointed at the fighter across from her and gestured with her thumb jutting toward herself. A slow slicing motion as if her throat was being slit. The blades strapped to her back and thighs would have been more intimidating if she didn't have such a soft face. Her features didn't make her aim any less deadly, however, as anyone who had seen her wield the pistols holstered at her hips knew.

The butch lining up his shot beside her nodded as if in agreement with the threat, though he didn't look up from his cue. Tight green coils were piled atop his head and shaved short on the sides in a way that reminded her of her oldest friend's style at times. The glowing red of the table made the tattoos on his face more visible as it drew into a concentrated expression. He struck a ball that sank into a hole across the table and slapped it with a grin. He and the taller butch mirrored each other, tapping their cues against the floor before their attention was stolen by an approaching figure.

A young, slender vastaya with antlers branching out on top of their head brought a tray to the group. The taller butch sporting black fringe reached out to ruffle their head full of orange and violet waves, making them smile wide enough to stretch the dappling of the colored fur across their cheeks. They dodged the swiping arm of the chirean, nearly sloshing the contents of some containers out over the rims. As the group at large admonished her for the stunt, the bar attendant handed out drinks.

A short, wide glass of amber liquid with a piece of skewered fruit was offered to a woman with a cascade of black waves gathered out of her face. Tapered fingers covered in rings accepted the glass and raised it to the vastaya in gratitude. She turned to tap it against the scribe's as the tray was cleared.

The scribe's melodious laugh soared over the music and din of voices as a young woman in stained overalls and a lavender braid crawled over their lap to grab a her glass. The liquid inside was clear and swished nearly over the rim as she was wrapped up in a pair of thick arms and settled in place. She swung her feet as she threw an arm around the back of the scribe's neck.

Her braid flapped in the face of a person who batted the rope of pale purple away with a gloved hand to accept its glass. Two pieces of loosely curling brown hair framed its face, the length covering the wide straps of a plain white tank top. They reached down and produced a small tin they set down on the edge of the pool table. The scribe produced a lighter while the stocky butch nearest them opened up the tin to start a rotation.

The first person he handed the lit cigarillo to was a petite woman who would have been swallowed up in the chaos to the point of invisibility without her bright clothes. Strawberry blonde hair styled in finger waves curled in contrast to deep, dark brown skin that made pale pink lace and ruffles almost glow in the corner she was perched in. Thin fingers with shimmering nails brought the cigarillo up to glossy lips that were billowing with smoke within moments. She passed the cigarillo on as more were offered.

When it reached the scribe, they met her eyes again as they drew on it. They waved to her with a luminous smile as they handed it to the butch who had been shooting when she arrived. Their fingers brushed together. Lingered before they separated again. She felt a blooming warmth at the gesture.

She continued her way further into the bar as the chirean threw her arm around the butch playing with her. She allowed them a couple of puffs before her claws plucked it from their mouth. Sevika would join them soon.

She squared her shoulders again as she climbed the stairs to Silco's office. Whatever faced her behind his door could be endured. She had her people waiting for her.

Sevika has always been a chronically lonely character living a hellish existence. Between her aspirations for a liberated Zaun and the sordid means she'll go through to get there, she has mutilated herself morally, emotionally, and physically. But here, in the Sanctuaryverse, the left hand of Zaun does not weather such horrors alone. From a youth spent hounded by topside for her convictions, to an adulthood marked by her sacrifice for her community, this collection of tales follows the many lovers, friends, comrades, and sometimes all three who raise her up. Here, her vices, virtues, and faults are explored within a lesbian-centric and sex-worker celebratory context. The narratives that make up this collection celebrate her sexuality and identity as a butch, working-class, leather Dom of color, and are rooted in the community she's sworn to protect, and the lesbians of various experiences that find themselves pulled into her orbit.

(Credit to @dykeasaurwrites for the last paragraph of the introduction)

Ao3 Link to the prose section of the introduction

Frequently Asked Questions

Q: I have an Arcane OC! Can I toss them in here? A: Not without a personal relationship to the creators. We are always in active collaboration to create a narrative that is cohesive and connected. Anyone with interest in writing something based on the works here is encouraged! Whether they become part of the collection/this fan-canon will be an individual matter.

Q: Who is this character? I can't find them anywhere! A: The majority of the cast especially in the longfics are OCs created to populate the setting. All have their own purposes and roles within these narratives. The vast majority of the show's main cast will not feature in any of the fics with the exception of Mel.

Q: What spans of time are covered? A: There are three longfics within this collection that form the foundation of the Twin City Sanctuary fan-canon: Back to Back, Conflicts of Interest, and Block With Your Face. Back to Back extends almost 20 years before the show takes place, through the upbringing of both Ran and Sevika, and into the start of their time working with Silco following the events of Season One, Episode Three. Conflicts of Interest (and the affiliated Bonus Scenes fic) takes place entirely during the timeskip between Season One, Episode Three and Episode Four, covering the last five years of Silco's reign in The Undercity. There is a planned epilogue that takes place after the end of Season Two. Block With Your Face covers the last three years of the Season One timeskip until Vi returns in Season One, Episode Four.

Q: Where do I start reading? A: Wherever you want! There are OC X Canon as well as Canon X Canon fics within this collection. All of them are connected in some way and many reference each other in varying ways. For those concerned with chronology, the fics in this collection have been created out of order. The chronological reading order will be updated as the fics, series, and related collections are. See below and the pinned post on this blog for the full reading order and connections between works as they're posted.

Current INCOMPLETE Chronological Reading Order (By Fic and Chapter)

[KEY: BTB = Back to Back, CoI = Conflicts of Interest, CoIBS = Conflicts of Interest: The Bonus Scenes, BWYF = Block With Your Face]

THIS SECTION IS UNDER CONSTRUCTION DUE TO A MAJOR OVERHAUL OF THE FIC CONFLICTS OF INTEREST

Rules

All contributors must be above the age of 18. This is a very smut-heavy collection.

Sevika must be centered in or at the very least mentioned in every affiliated work. This collection is about exploring her character and giving her a community to fight for.

The setting must adhere to the show as presented. Homebrewing and heavy extrapolation is not only permitted, but encouraged. Feel free to build out the cities of Zaun and Piltover, the surrounding nations, the venues glimpsed in the show, the technology, and more! No modern AUs, no major canon deviation (Ex: Season Two, Episode Seven universe or original League Lore Compliant universe, etc)

Racism, lesbophobia, fatphobia, ableism, transphobia, misogyny, whorephobia, and other bigotries will not be tolerated.

No M/M or M/F shipping. This is a collection by lesbians, for lesbians, about a lesbian.

DISCLAIMERS/CONTENT WARNINGS If you are not comfortable with the following, this bean soup is not for you.

First and foremost, this collection is written with the understanding that Sevika is a villain. She remains a multifaceted and deeply fascinating complex character with noble intentions and a revolutionary ideology. That does not detract from the harm she perpetuates as the underboss of a criminal syndicate that distributes addictive substances. For many fans of hers, including all contributors to this collection, her villainy is integral to her appeal. For those who dislike this correct interpretation of her character based on how she appears in the canon narrative, read something else.

This collection includes thorough explorations of:

Sadomasochism

Heavy D/s dynamics

Edge play (choking, blood, knives, CNC, etc.)

Polyamory

Age gap (10+ years) relationships

Power imbalances within romantic and sexual relationships

Unhealthy romantic and sexual relationship dynamics (emotional neglect, instability, etc.)

Butchfemme subculture

Transgender lesbians

Gender non-conforming lesbians (yes, this includes: lesbians with top surgery, he/him pronouns, masculine epithets, transfeminine butches, etc.)

Shoutouts

This is a closed collaborative collection I am working on with several of my friends:

@melmunchmedarda / @butchmiles

@dykeasaurwrites

@sevikaslatinawife

@glossyduckie

@loreensdarling

@valentimes

@nocturnalfemme

Credit to @morbidxlove for the animated purple drip divider

Credit to @thanathecreator for the Arcane shimmer-themed dividers

Credit to @sisterlucifergraphics for the eye and quill dividers

Ran was avoiding Sevika's eyes. They had been for the better part of an hour. They kept staring at the blank wall across their bedroom, sat on their mattress on the floor. They still had their clothes from their shift on. So did she. They hadn't had time to change before running from the warehouse to the harbor to see Anaïs off. They'd been sober at the time.

Sevika hadn't even been sober for her shift. It didn't affect her work, but everyone could smell it on her. See it in the dull glare she leveled at everything. Now that glare was tinted red from crying. Not in their arms. Never like that. But beside them. Her bulk taking up more than half of their bed. And they didn't mind. They just lit up next to her while she drained more bottles and sniffled quietly.

They knew what might happen if they looked her in the eyes. Their own hazy from the spliff they were burning down to nothing much faster than they normally did, and hers bloodshot from lack of sleep and grief that she was trying to turn into rage. Into fuel. It wasn't working. So she might turn to something else. Something she'd denied herself for half a decade.

They didn't realize their attempts to keep things static already wouldn't have mattered. She was watching their lips move. The way they closed around the brass end of the joint they had rolled so expertly as they pulled. How the smoke they inhaled was curling upward and into the air every time they let go. How their throat bobbed when they swallowed and how their fingers flicked the ash off into the tray beside them. She had a void inside her. It had been growing for longer than she would ever care to admit. And she needed to swallow them whole to keep it from annihilating her.

As soon as they pressed the last remains of it into the tray, she chugged the rest of the small bottle in her hand and dropped it. She turned to them and grabbed them by the side of their face.

Ran's eyes rolled back from a cascade of bliss along their nerves when she grabbed them by the back of their hair, always just long enough to be handled this way. They could smell the liquor on her breath. They wanted to taste it. They wrapped their arms around her narrow waist as she brushed their noses together and peered up into her eyes. She was so heartbroken she would resort to this. They hated themself for how happy they were over it.

"Beg for it," she said. Her voice sounded firmer now. Like their increasing surrender was strengthening her.

Ran whimpered. This was wrong. Nisa was their friend, too. She had been broken up about this for ages. Months of the two of them practically dodging each other while they'd seen more heated looks from their best friend. They'd wanted her to cross the line. They knew she was too good to actually do it, but that was gone. There were no barriers between them again.

"Please, Vika.." they whispered.

Her eyes flicked down to their lips. "Again.." she murmured. "Tell me what you need."

Ran shuddered as they felt her finally press her body to theirs. The weight of her, the softness of her chest meeting their own, the sparks that shot up their spine feeling her free hand land on their hip, it was all even more intoxicating than what they had smoked. "Please fuck me, Sev. I don't care how, just- Please touch me again."

Sevika's lips finally twitched in what might have become a smile if she wasn't so miserable. "There's my good boy."

A tear slipped down Ran's cheek when she finally pressed her lips to theirs. She didn't have any tears left.

Sevika had always kissed them like she was starving. Like it took every ounce of her self-control to not take chunks out of them with her sharp canines. She drew their full bottom lip between her own, huffing against their face as she bore down on them. Her hands were as restless and hungry as her mouth, the fingers in their hair tightening until they whined from the ache in their scalp. Her other hand didn't remain where it started, either. She was tugging their work shirt out of their pants to press into their bare skin in seconds.

Ran opened their mouth wider when they felt her tracing their bottom lip with the tip of her tongue. They wanted to beg again. They knew they didn't have to, and couldn't with her stuffing their mouth anyway, but every part of them was screaming for her in a way they hadn't allowed in ages. They were arching away from their squished pillows and into the warmth of her rough hand on their soft stomach, bending their knees so they could hug her thigh with their own. They couldn't breathe and never wanted to again if it meant they could keep tasting the cheap alcohol she was drowning herself in.

Something cracked inside of Sevika when she felt Ran grasping at her shirt like they wanted to rip the entire garment to shreds. When they writhed under her like they couldn't get close enough even with her pinning them under her. So needy. They were always so needy. And she didn't have to wonder for a second if they wanted what she had to give them. There was no need to blunt her edges for them, to quiet the roaring desire filling her head and pouring out through her hands and mouth and more. They wanted to be torn into. That was what unraveled her.

She broke the kiss, heedless of their whining protest, and let them go so she could yank her own shirt over her head. Suddenly there was too much between them. There had been too much space. Too much time lost. And now every stitch of fabric that kept their skin from hers was offensive to her. She ignored the way their eye bugged as she exposed her torso to them and grabbed at their shirt next. Her hands were trembling. She didn't know if it was the drink or the adrenaline or what, but it had to go. She hooked her fingers in between the buttons and tore the garment open. The small metal buttons went flying in multiple directions, but she didn't care.

Ran was panting as she bowed over them, mouthing at their neck as it was crooked at an awkward angle from still being halfway against the wall. They grabbed at her bare shoulders, so starved for her skin on theirs they almost moaned just feeling the muscles shift as she grabbed at their pants and boxers together to tug them both down. They lifted their hips to make it easier, going so far as to force their hands away from her so they could shrug their shirt off and leave themself completely bare to her.

Sevika tossed their pants and boxers, not wasting a moment between that and shoving her way out of her own. She felt feverish. Almost dizzy with what she would choose to think was just arousal. She didn't spare a glance at her side of the room or the empty and filled bottles there. She'd needed this. She'd need it again when she was clear-headed again. She'd need it over and over until she had made up for every time she told herself she wasn't allowed to have them.

Sevika pounced on them once she stripped, and Ran couldn't help the smile that curled their lips this time as they embraced her. They felt like they were being lit from the inside by every point of contact with her, and there were so many now. They wrapped their legs around her waist, caging her in with their soft thighs, the flat plane of her abdomen pressing down onto theirs as they grew hard against their own stomach, her hand sliding underneath them to splay out over their back like she wanted to coil herself around them.

I miss you. I need you. I don't know what life means without you, and I never want to. Every word died somewhere between the heat building low in Sevika's guts and her wildly pattering heart. They knew. Somewhere, beneath their softened skin and the muscle honed by years of laboring alongside her, in the bones she'd protected from being broken since they were kids, they knew. So why say it? They both knew she'd choke on any attempt she made.

So she kissed them again. Let herself relax on top of them. Let them rake their short nails down her back and tighten their legs around her and curl their tongue around hers when she pressed it into them. Had they been the last person to have her like this, too? She couldn't remember. She would believe they were. They were the among a handful of people she'd ever let touch her with no conditions. The woman she had proposed to would never be counted amongst them. And maybe that was good. Ran had never broken her heart. She hoped they never would. She wouldn't know what to do if she truly had to accept she could never have this again.

Ran was flushed and whimpering already, helplessly hard and starting to leak where their cock was trapped between the two of them. They had their ankles locked together at the small of her back and dug their fingertips into her broad shoulders when she rocked her hips to grind them more firmly against her. They felt the hand underneath them sliding down and latching onto their ass, unable to fight a gasp. Their frantic kiss was broken, but Sevika didn't stop. Why would she? There were no limits between them. They cocked their head to the side as soon as they felt her mouthing at their jaw. And they found just enough of their voice to say, "Bite me. Please."

Sevika felt one of their hands winding into her hair as they begged. They were too good at it. They never trained the raspiness or bass or delicious depth out of their voice, and she hoped they never did. The way it sounded when they breathed their need into her skin was sacred to her. It made her ache between her thighs, so hungry for their flesh between her teeth she would have taken a piece out of them anyway. She brushed her lips down the side of their neck, along the line of their pulse. She knew where they were the most sensitive. Just above the spot where their lovely throat became the curve of their shoulder. She wanted to hear and feel their body yielding for her first.

When Ran felt the barest pressure on their neck, in the place she'd always liked marking them the most, they balled up their first in her hair and keened. Their hips snapped up when she dug in, a sharp pang slicing across their senses and making them go limp under her like prey that had been caught and knew there was no escape. They felt and heard her growl into their skin, even as she quit balancing herself on her knees and just flattened them under her full weight. She needed this too.

Sevika could feel Ran's hands caressing her as they fell by their sides. Their thumbs smoothing along her bent arms as she laid on them. It didn't soothe her in the slightest. It was too gentle. She felt the beginning of her own throat starting to tighten as she dug into theirs with more open ferociousness. Their pathetic sounds of need drove her to find another strip of pale skin to gnaw on. Their legs wrapped more firmly around her, but they didn't chase the friction she knew they wanted. She needed some, though. She was aching between her thighs already, years of neglect making the sensation intolerable now that she had the chance to take what she wanted.

She watched their confused expression as she shoved at their thighs to dislodge herself from them. They grabbed at her shoulders again, letting out a soft whine. She chuckled in genuine mirth at their desperation and let them pull her into a kiss as she tangled them together in a different position. "Not goin' anywhere, pup."

More tears welled in their eyes at the sheer relief they felt hearing her call them by the title they had been craving for years. They had tried out being handled by others, including professionals, but it hadn't been the same. Nothing had been the same. They kissed her like they were trying to eat her alive, licking into her mouth even as they both became short of breath from it. They clung tighter and tighter until she finally grabbed them by the neck to remind her who was in charge. One squeeze from her made them fall limp again, a smile curling their lips even as their watery, adoring gaze was fixed on her.

She was straddling one of their thighs now, and she wasn't shy about planting her weight there. It felt good. Too fucking good to finally have silky skin against her. Her whole body shuddered over even this brief friction as she hardened further and began to rock her hips, her slick cunt gliding back and forth. She let go of their neck, ignoring their whimper of protest and anchoring herself with a hand on one of their small breasts instead.

She had lost herself too much to the sensations already to bother trying to keep quiet, trying to give her body orders about what it could and couldn't do. She felt the knots that had lived in her shoulders unwinding. A leaden weight that had long settled in her stomach dissipating, no longer dragging down everything above it. Every roll of her body above Ran's, every squeeze she gave to their chest, making them writhe under her, every sweet little sound she pulled out of them, knocked down the walls that had caged her from the inside out.

It had to be the drink. She hadn't drowned herself this way in all the years she had been with her former lover. She hadn't needed to, nor would she have allowed herself to. Her lover had been a medic, of course she hadn't wanted her knocking back bottles. That had to be why she had finally dropped her shoulders.

Never mind that the way Ran tried to snap their hips up and groaned as soon as she finally wrapped a hand around their leaking cock made her feel like she was coming up for air after drowning.

She dropped her head, grinning down at the deep flush in her friend's face, blooming down across their collarbones. They already had a few angry-looking marks on them, and she couldn't wait to add more. "Look at you, pup. Makin' a mess and I barely touched you." She pumped her hand slow at first, spreading their slick all over their shaft as she thumbed over one of their nipples.

Ran couldn't answer her right away. They couldn't even manage a breath around the sounds of rapture that lodged in their throat over how stunning she looked above them. She had always been gorgeous to them, dark hair and steel eyes and warm brown skin stretched over a frame that grew lovelier and more powerful with every passing year. They had rested their hand on her thigh, the other winding into their threadbare sheets. But watching her abs flex and her tits bounce as she chased her pleasure using them made them reach for her hips.

"Can't wait to touch either, huh?" she said. Her voice was a satisfied purr, devoid of the anguish that had threaded through it earlier in the day. She watched the butch under her slowly start to withdraw their hands and scoffed even as she continued to stroke them. "Don't play shy, pup. You remember how I like it, yeah?"

Ran latched onto her hips immediately. No gingerly touches. She liked to be clawed at, grabbed, yanked on as if she'd ever obey anything but her own relentless desire. They shuddered underneath her as she pumped her fist faster, rocking her hips as they guided her with their desperate tugging. They arched their back to press up into the fingers now pinching at one of their dusky, puffy nipples. She felt feverish between her thighs, the rub of her hard clit on their skin making them gush onto their own lower stomach as she jerked them off.

"Atta boy. Shit, she's twitchin' already," she said with a chuckle. She pumped her fist quicker, squeezed them tighter. When she gave their nipple another tug, they gasped and let their head fall back against the pillows under them. The broken sound they made alone was enough to make her clit throb against the silkiness she was riding. She flattened her hand on their chest and jerked her hips back and forth quicker, moving her hand in time with them.

Ran's fingertips dug into the meat of her hips as she fucked her way forward on their thigh until her knee was grazing their sack. The second she was close enough, their hands migrated back to the round, solid flesh of her ass. "Feels good, Vika," they managed to say. They knew they sounded like an idiot, but it was true. Her rough, warm, strong hand felt incredible. They'd been chasing the faint memory of it with their own for too long. And nothing could compare to her full weight on them.

A smile began to spread across their face when they felt her rhythm faltering, her voice dropping further into the bottom of its range. All grunts and ragged panting and moans that rattled their heart in their ribcage. "Gonna cum?" they breathed. "I feel that good?"

"Shut up," she bit out. She fought the waves of pleasure crashing over her to twist her wrist and keep them pulsing in her hand. They still knew her tells. Just like how they still knew how to paw at her to get her dripping all over their thigh. "Mutts ain't supposed to talk. Forgot your manners already?"

Ran let out a pitiful whine that made her mirror their smile even as her eyes rolled back and shut tightly. They spread her further open with their bruising grip on her as and felt her snap her hips more harshly forward. They shuddered over the low growl that pulled from her. They squirmed as she gave their nipple a sharp tug in time with the fist still tormenting their rigid cock twisting yet again. Their gasp was cut off, tapering into a wheeze when she grabbed their neck again and squeezed like she wanted to knock them out. They had been right, she was close. And they were going to have a lovely necklace of bruises to show for it.

Sevika broke the tension that had built inside of her with a tight pinch of her fingers on the sides of Ran's neck and another snap of her hips. Her jaw locked shut at first, a strangled sound clawing its way out of her before she let them go completely and uncurled herself from her bowed position over them.

Ran watched in open awe as she tossed her head back, broad shoulders rolling backward as she planted one hand on their shin and reached between her thighs with the one she'd gotten shiny with their slick. Their hands slid around from her ass to her hips, then splayed open over her lower abdomen, thumbs brushing together in the thick, dark trail of hair that spread from beneath her belly button to the glorious bush they had been daydreaming about for half a decade. She'd let them have a taste, right? If they did well and let her get off using them, she'd want more. She had to. She'd always been insatiable, and they could only imagine how pent up she was.

Their racing heart skipped a beat again when she tilted her hips up to fuck her own thick, long clit between her fingers. Knowing she was mixing their arousal together as she got herself off made them dizzy with desire. They didn't dare bring their hand to their own cock to chase their high now that she was entirely focused on her own. They let their mouth water as they watched her rubbing between her thighs as she continued pressing her cunt down onto their thigh and made soft sounds of need that she likely couldn't hear over her own building moans and increasingly shaky breaths. Gods above and below, she was the most gorgeous thing they had ever seen. And they never wanted to let her go again.

Sevika couldn't remember the last time she'd let herself recklessly surrender to her own pleasure. The times she'd stooped so low as to get herself off had been quick, rough, and shameful for years. She hadn't dragged it out, let her bliss crest over and over again, hadn't enjoyed herself in the slightest. It had been a pressure release valve that she never fully opened up. Now that couldn't hope to be enough. Her denial had calcified inside of her, but the hands holding onto her, the softness beneath her, and the adorable, broken sounds of her friend had already cracked it beyond reassembly.

Her hand continued its frantic motions, fingers stroking her short, fat shaft as her dripping hole slid back and forth on Ran's thigh until she was overtaken by spasms strong enough to make her thighs lock up. "Fuck-!" She felt a rush of warmth run down her inner thigh and let out a mortifying, breathless moan that reached far too high into her vocal range. She hunched forward again, planting the hand that had been behind her on Ran's sternum. She shuddered and shook her head with grunt before she forced her eyes open.

Ran framed her hips with their hands again, then slid them up to grab her by the waist. They pressed their fingertips into her sweat-slicked skin and licked their lips over the sight of her inspecting her own shining fingers for a moment.

Maybe their thoughts had managed to be loud enough that she heard them, because her lust-darkened eyes flicked from her fingers to their face. She rolled her eyes when Ran immediately stuck their tongue out over their full bottom lip, practically begging. "Thirsty mutt," she mumbled. She let out a lot hum as she smoothed her fingertips over it and pushed into their mouth.

They closed their lips around her fingers and sucked. Their eyes fluttered shut in pure ecstasy at the first taste of her they'd had in fucking years. They sucked ravenously on her skin, huffing between groans of need so intense that they picked their head up to take her fingers in deeper. She grabbed them by the hair with her free hand to shove them back down. They felt one of her legs moving and writhed under her half-heartedly.

Ran's hips snapped up when they felt her plunge her fingers deeper. When they pressed down on Ran's tongue to force them to gag even as they tried to curl the appendage around. They needed to swipe up every drop of their combined essence. Of her lush, salty cum. She'd already squirted on them, but none of it had reached their mouth. She had to let them eat her. She wouldn't be so cruel as to deny them that.

"This wrecked over a couple'a fingers, pup? Still as pathetic as you always been," she said. She brushed the back of their throat with her fingers again, feeling their body lurch involuntarily and grinning. She planted her other hand beside their head to allow her to balance enough to mount them the way she wanted. She lowered her slippery cunt onto the rigid shaft she'd already marked with her frantic second orgasm.

Ran gripped her waist hard enough for the skin underneath their fingertips to ache as they tried to buck their hips. She had them pinned too firmly for it, torturing them with the slide of her feverish flesh against theirs. The sensual rolling of her hips as she fucked their mouth was slow and subtle. At first.

Sevika pushed and pulled her fingers back and forth between the plush lips she had missed so dearly. She couldn't tear her gaze away from the sight of them getting shinier until Ran was drooling onto her skin and whining with what sounded like agony. "Need some help gettin' off? Stupid mutt. C'mere-" She yanked her fingers free then grabbed their jaw with the fingers she'd used to fucked them. She kissed them hard, her tongue gliding against theirs. Ran tasted even better sharing their combined cum alongside the cheap liquor still lingering in their mouth. She hadn't known that was possible.

It didn't take much to turn them into an even more pitiful mess under her. She only had to rock her hips a handful of times, groaning and panting over the friction against her throbbing clit to make them clutch at her shoulder blades and keen like she was wounding them. She could feel their cock twitching restlessly as she continued her grinding.

She broke their heated kiss to chuckle in their face over their continued attempts to slide between the thick lips of her cunt. "Feels good, yeah?" She threw their words in their face and received a wordless moan in response. "C'mon, pup, give it to me. Make a mess." She purred to them. She eased up on them just enough to let them finally start humping her back.

Ran lashed their arms around her waist and clasped their hands together. They pressed their face into the side of her neck, mouthing at the sleek skin until they felt a pleased little rumble against their lips. They sank their teeth into her as they finally peaked, splattering their stomach and hers with streaks of watery white. Every movement of her powerful hips was wringing more out of them until their eyes prickled with tears and they were clawing at her for mercy.

They were too overwhelmed to beg, and Sevika knew it. She refused to quit until she'd gotten herself off one more time, desperate and pressing bruises into Ran's pale skin everywhere her hands landed.

She pitched to the side and flopped onto the pillows next to them. She shoved an arm underneath them to yank them close, still breathless and sweaty. She didn't care. She felt sated. Finally. She hadn't thought she would ever feel that again. And yet, she still had it in her to reach down and sweep up some of their cum with her fingertips. She bent her arm to comb through their damp fringe and scratched at their scalp before teasing their lips. They opened up for her again as easily as before.

She hoped that being fed their own cum would distract Ran from her lips on the back of their head. She had long let her eyes close, her entire body devoid of tension for the first time in years. She couldn't recall later when her hand had quit wandering between Ran's lower stomach and their mouth. She had wrapped them up in both of her arms, face firmly pressed into the spiky hair of their undercut.

Ran felt their eyes watering again as they clutched at one of the hands crushing them to her. Her body still fit perfectly into the shape of their own. Of course it did. It always would. They brought her hand up to their mouth, unwound it from the curled shape it had been to hold them. They rubbed their face into her palm, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips.

The rattling snores that had vibrated against the back of their head tapered off into silence. Their heart leapt in their chest as they released her hand. She kissed the back of their neck and grasped at their hand until she could lace their fingers together.

Sevika was snoring again within minutes. And Ran could follow this time. They knew she wouldn't leave again. She was holding onto them as tightly as they clung to her. Ever a mirror. And too many other things to be named.

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Credit to @kodaswrld for the bloody heart dividers

Look out for her. That was the favor that had been asked of Sevika. She didn't need to be kept out of trouble, according to Lest. She could apparently handle herself, but it couldn't hurt to have someone around as insurance until Lest met her. Clients could get demanding. Schedules moved around. And the last thing anyone on this side of the bridge needed was a member of the council falling too far down into their crack in the earth and not surfacing again. Another excuse for Topside to interfere. To try and crush them for the hundredth time in so many years.

So she brought Ran with her and lurked near the lounge Lest had named. It wasn't down in The Lanes. No, it was up by the surface. She knew the building they were leaning up against well. Part of the roof had been destroyed at one point. When she was too young to be allowed somewhere like this; they had turned it into a skylight for whoever wanted to trip and stare up into the void. One of the few places in Zaun where you could do that. Watch the stars. She placed a joint between her lips and glanced to the side. Ran flicked open the lighter in their right hand - the mechanical one - and lit up for her. She took a long drag and blew it out in their face. They smirked at her and tucked the lighter back in their pocket.

"Whoever spots her first gets to drive," she said. She passed the joint to Ran.

"You don't mean that," they said. They puffed on it a couple of times before they handed it back. They slouched against the wall with their right shoulder nearly touching her cloak on the left side. They were dressed in their usual black and white with a single pop of color on them. A light blue handkerchief sticking out of their right pocket. Dangling freely and out in the open. They breathed in when Sevika exhaled another lungful of heady smoke in their direction.

"Course I don't." They flagged on the right for a reason. She tapped their right hip with the back of her left hand through her cloak. "Even if I did, you already lost. Look." She nodded in the direction of a figure headed their way. Even in a crowd, she was unmistakable.

Mel Medarda. The richest person in Piltover. If she had thought that wearing black would make her harder to spot, she had been completely wrong. For one, the layers of dark fabric concealing her were far too luxurious, pouring over her in long, curving lines of shadow that still managed to be shiny. The edges of the fabric were embroidered with gold, hell, even her pretty little heels looked like they were solid gold. Was she trying to draw some kind of dangerous attention? Even if she didn't look like she'd keep anyone on the street with her flush for ten years, the way she carried herself made her look out of step with the crowd. Her movements were lithe and deliberate in a way that radiated authority. The sky had darkened enough for a few stars to come blinking into view, and her face was shadowed by what had to be silk wrapped around her head.

Sevika wondered if it was thin enough to be wound into something like a rope. She supposed she might find out soon. She watched the other woman draw closer, moving with the flow of the people around them toward the lounge with the fluidity of someone who knew where they were going. Good on her to fake that. According to Lest, this was their first time meeting here. She filled her lungs with more smoke. Savored the burn and the fogginess it brought as she shared it with Ran. This wasn't even meant to be a job. If they were lucky, Lest was around the corner somewhere and they'd have time for some real cruising before they had to buckle down again.

As she got within a few yards, clearly headed for the line at the entrance, Ran pushed off the wall behind them. Sevika turned to grab them by the shoulder with her right hand. "Hold off for a second." She didn't comment on them slumping back with their shoulder leaned against hers. Or on their hand wandering behind them to brush against the front of her pants through her cloak. They knew she was hard packing, but hopefully it wouldn't distract them too much just yet.

The two of them continued to watch, burning the joint between them down to nothing as their target -well, Lest wouldn't want her friend thought of that way- at the back of the line. Sevika was pleasantly surprised. She had expected her to try and cut. She still stood out as she inched her way down the line. Both for her excellent posture as she clasped her delicate-looking hands behind her back and for the insane curve of her ass, even in extra layers of fabric. How in the hell she was carrying all of that around and not shaking the ground under her was a mystery.

Ran stomped the last ember out underfoot as she reached the front and glanced over their shoulder at their boss. She gave them a curt nod and pushed them off her, striding ahead as they followed with their hands tucked into their pockets. She passed the line, reaching the bouncer just as he was telling the Councilor that he wasn't letting her in without a name or updated password.

She caught a snatch of the other woman's voice just before she spoke up. Low, resonant and smooth. And without a hint of the bitchiness she would have expected. Good on Lest. This favor would be worthwhile for sure.

"She's with me, Mike. Lest is catching up with us later," she said. Was she standing far too close? Absolutely. But Mel Medarda hadn't budged.

The bouncer looked between the two of them. What a sight they must make. And with Ran lingering behind the stranger. Caging her in between the three of them. Sevika looked down. Shameless as she took her chance to appreciate the ass she had been admiring from a far. If she got her way, and she was sure as hell she would, it would be planted in her lap or on her face before Lest got here.

"No problem, Sevika." Mike stepped to the side, and Sevika shoved the door open with her right hand. She stopped it with her foot and gestured for the other two to follow. Mel Medarda glided in with that same grace as before. As if this had been her plan all along. Sevika still couldn't quite see her face. She caught sight of a sharp chin, a narrow jaw and long, lovely neck adorned with gold. So much gold.

The lounge was lit in dim shades of green, yellow, and purple. Bulbs sparking with the same power source as most of the augmentations that circulated throughout the city, warmly glowing lamps burning acrid oil and throwing colors through their stained glass onto surfaces and faces alike. The real draw, though, and the source of all the violet in the air, was shimmer being peddled in its most popular forms; liquid and gas. Swirling in glasses of every shape and size, floating through the air, permeating the atmosphere. More eyes than not were flashing purple.

A host dressed in shades of lavender approached them before any more guests were let in. She met Ran's eyes over Sevika's shoulder and gave them a little wave first, hugging a tray of warped green glass against her chest with her other hand. They gave her a little smile and waved right back, wiggling their mechanical fingers. She cleared her throat before looking up to Sevika, trying to tame the coy curl of her lips. But not that hard.

"Nice to see you again, Sevika. Is it just the three of you?" she asked. She glanced over at Ran again. She didn't seem to have eyes for their new guest at all aside from counting her for the sake of seating.

"We're meeting Lest in a while. She should have her spot ready," she said.

The hostess nodded. "It is! Can I get you anything while you head up there?"

"One mist cart if you've got 'em. I know they're popular as hell now," Ran said.

The hostess stepped closer to Sevika, but she leaned toward them. "There's supposed to be a waiting list for the next round, but I'll get you the first one as soon as it's ready." She gave them a little wink and stepped to the side, gesturing toward a bend in the aisle running between the tables of this first room. There was a thick curtain pooling on the floor with a staircase behind it. This time, Ran took a step ahead and pulled it to the side so Sevika could pass through with Mel Medarda following her. She still hadn't hesitated.

The wrought iron staircase curved twice, the first curve leading out into a mezzanine that overlooked the first floor with couches instead of tables. Further up was their destination. A floor segmented into discrete rooms separated by a winding, narrow hallway lit only by a few lanterns. The conversations and other interactions taking place behind the doors were muffled.

Mel was tempted to tune in as she passed them by. What got discussed here? She knew what she intended to speak with Lest about. Was it the norm or was she an anomaly? Among those who were actually speaking, that was. This was technically not a brothel, but a private room was a private room. She directed her attention forward again. To woman Lest had told her about. Almost a warning. Not for her being dangerous, though she had an air of brutality to her; Lest knew Mel better than to act as if that would be a concern. No, Lest had warned her that Sevika might be a bit too much her taste. The side of it she almost never got to indulge in. And she had been absolutely right. Most of her body was concealed by the heavy red cloak she wore, but the glimpses Mel had gotten? The sheer bulk of her right arm? The shapely curves of her legs? She was sold. And that didn't even include the gentleman she had brought with her. The one who had practically made the hostess swoon.

She steeled herself to keep from smiling as Sevika opened the door at the end of the hall.

The room was larger than she had expected. Perhaps it owed that to its position on this floor. It was curved outward away from the door, lit by more lanterns, with a massive couch tucked into the far wall, surrounded by more rich fabric that reminded her of the comfortable outfittings not just across the bridge but further out. Back in Noxus. All deep, dark colors and enticing textures. Her fingers curled in on themselves, her long nails digging slightly into her palm as she scanned the pillows and blankets piled onto the couch and imagined how it would feel to sink into it with hands on her.

"When do you estimate Lest will join us?" she said. She heard the door shut behind her. She glanced over her shoulder and was greeted by the sight of her other chaperone. The one with one eye concealed and only one color to be seen on their entire body. Did it mean what she thought it might mean?

"Dunno. Her schedule's always changing," Sevika said. She pulled her cloak off and draped it over an upholstered wooden chair in a corner by the side of the couch. There was a small, tall wooden table and another chair in a different style there as well, mirroring a trio of pieces on the other side of the couch. The table had a copper bucket with a couple of bottles sticking out of it. She picked up the one made of deep blue glass and dropped into the empty chair by the table. "We might be here a while. You should get comfortable."

Ran passed behind Mel and went to the metal rack of cups on the wall, plucking three from their cradles and placing them on the table by Sevika. They took the bottle from her and uncorked it with their metal fingers so they could pour. Sevika took the first glass as soon as they stopped and swirled it around with her right hand. They resisted the urge to see what look Mel was giving her. They had already spotted her eyeing the other woman from behind and knew the plans they two had of cruising had probably just changed.

"Do I get to know both of the names of my babysitters or shall I make something up?" Mel asked. She wasn't sure where she was supposed to look. Sevika's face was a masterpiece of sculpted lines, all sharp features save for her kohl-darkened eyes and full lips. Her body was similarly composed of enticing muscle and dramatic, sweeping curves, all offset by the marvel of engineering that was her left arm - a masterpiece of frosted glass, copper, and brass that culminated in wicked-looking clawed fingers. She sat with her legs splayed open, her body language casually domineering. Even the way she gripped her glass was tempting. Had Mel really been so busy that she was fawning over a stranger's fingers? Gods, had Lest planned this to help her blow off some steam?

Ran had poured the other two glasses and set the bottle back in the bucket to stay cold. They tapped their glass against Sevika's and turned around, leaning against the edge of the table with one arm braced beside their hip. "What would you call me, Miss Medarda?"

Mel met the one dark green eye peering out at her from their handsome, androgynous face. Their lips were painted black, and their eyes were lightly shadowed with more of the same shade. The stark white of their shirt contrasted not only the rest of the room, but their companion and their own accessories. Was that harness stretching across their chest made of leather? It looked like it might be. Her fist tightened further behind her back. "Do I get that drink if you like what I have in mind?"

They pushed off the table and slowly stepped toward her. They didn't have the same sway to their movements as Sevika, and they held out their yet untouched glass to her with the same slight smile they had given the hostess. "I'd give you what you want without it."

Mel took the glass, keeping one of her hands tucked behind her back, and raised it to them in a small salute. "That is much appreciated, but I would like to retain my manners for the time being. What shall it be, then?"

They tucked a hand into their left pocket, the mechanical fingers of their right one twisting the light blue handkerchief tied to their belt. "It's up to you, Miss Medarda."

"Their name's Ran." Sevika got up from the chair, swapping the drink they had poured from her right hand to her left. Her right hand landed heavily on their shoulder. "They'd probably prefer you call 'em a good boy, though." She tightened her grip on their shoulder and leaned down closer to their ear. "Isn't that right?" Now that she was closer, her left cheek turned toward Mel, the other woman's eyes were drawn to the branching network of glowing blue scars that ran from beneath her left eye underneath her clothes.

Ran's tongue darted out to lick their darkly painted lips and they nodded. "Sure. It's up to you, though, Miss Medarda." Now they were saying it in a more pointed way. It had been teasing before. Now it felt like a title. The look they were giving her was growing more heated by the second, their previously easy posture bowing beneath the hand on their shoulder and presence behind them.

"You can call me Mel," she said. She crossed her arm under her chest, resting her elbow on her own wrist and holding the glass they had given her by her face. She gave Sevika a critical look. "What is this meant to be, then? Are you offering your companion to me? Is that why Lest asked you to meet me here?"

Sevika huffed and shook her head. "I'm sure Lest would rather be here with us or just with you." She paused and took a sip of her drink, giving Mel a very purposeful and slow sweep of her frosty gray eyes. "We had plans to pick up someone, but we got luckier than we expected." This woman was almost hard to look at. Her face was barely the start of it. Flawless, deep brown skin, a high, open forehead adorned with a gold headpiece and swept over by tightly wound twists. Arched brows with tiny little loops coiled underneath them. Captivating dual-colored eyes of amber and green framed with deep purple shadows and yet more gold beneath them. A gently sloping nose flanked with more sparkles that sat atop a beautifully full mouth. Her chin was narrow, her cheekbones prominent, and the line of her jaw spoke to a level of stubbornness that Sevika new would spell trouble for her.

Mel squared her shoulders and tilted her head as she met the other woman's eyes. They were still clear. She was still in control. "You're quite presumptuous to assume I am already sold on both of you. What if I just want the good boy?" She gestured to them with her glass and took her own sip. The flavor was harsh but not wholly unpleasant. She wouldn't mind finishing what she had already been served.

Sevika shoved at their shoulder, and they dropped to their knees with a soft sigh. "Keep your hands to yourself," she told them. Then tucked her thumb into the waistband of her low-rise pants. "You want 'em? You can have 'em." Below her, Ran nodded slightly, their hands resting on their thighs. "You seem like you'd want more of a challenge, though. Think you can get me on my knees?"

Mel hadn't meant to follow her hand and let her gaze linger on the perfectly cut muscles she was showing off with her cropped shirt and low pants. It had to be on purpose, how low they sat on her temptingly wide hips. And the visible bulge in them, previously hidden by the thick cloak she had removed was as open a statement of her intentions as anything else. She could even see a dark stripe of leather peeking out above that absurdly low waistband. Was it meant to match Ran? Her attention snapped upward again, and she smiled as she raised her chin. Was she leaning in closer to Sevika? To Ran, still kneeling beneath them? Maybe just a little bit. "I am certain I will."

Sevika's eyes darkened, and she knocked back the rest of her drink. She dropped the glass on the rug-covered floor and grabbed Mel by the side of the neck, pulling her into a kiss. She could feel Ran leaning back against her legs. She had told them not to touch Mel, and that was going to be a lot more difficult soon. She should give them an order. Tell them she wanted their hands taking this gorgeous woman apart. Instead, she was tugging the scarf away from Mel's head to reveal the elaborate updo of her dark hair. She slotted their mouths together and found with a flare of heat that Mel was not shying away from her in the slightest.

Mel leaned up onto her toes and curled her fingers into the tiny gap in the patches of fabric that formed Sevika's shirt. Her sharp, shiny nails lightly scraped the other woman's skin as she drew her full bottom lip between her own. Sevika tasted like the bitter, somewhat spicy liquor they were sharing. Like herbal smoke and tobacco and pure debauchery. Her grip on the fabric in her hand tightened, and she felt an answering squeeze of the large, warm hand curling around the back of her neck. She was clutching the glass Ran had given her so hard it caused an audible screech that nearly made her flinch. Then suddenly it was gone.

Ran plucked the glass from the Councilor's delicate fingers. They took care not to brush her skin with their own. Not yet, at least. They were practically salivating over the sight above them, their lips curled into a sultry smile as they watched Mel tugging at Sevika's clothes with both hands and Sevika answered by plunging her tongue into the other woman's mouth. Both of them were breathless already, the space between them - the space Ran occupied - growing smaller as they pulled each other closer. Ran's tight black pants were getting tighter by the second, too, but they kept their hands away from the growing bulge there. Instead, they leaned back a bit further, pressing their full weight against Sevika's legs. They felt her shift and watched her finally tear her mouth from Mel's.

"Show her why you're flagging light blue, boy," Sevika said. She reached down with her left hand and ruffled their blunt black hair with her claws, drawing another soft sound from them. She still had her right hand grasping the back of Mel's neck, digging her fingertips in and watching the other woman's plush lips part. She pulled her into another heated kiss as she felt Ran move beneath them. Her left hand came to rest on Mel's hip, and she heard the hydraulic mechanism in it kick into overdrive just before a burst of violet vapor escaped from her artificial bicep when that lovely, gold-adorned hand reached up to grab at her right arm.

Ran drained the glass they had offered her; it was bad manners, but it would prevent a spill later. They set the glass aside then reached up to untangle Mel from more of her shawl. There was no reason for her to hide from them or Sevika. The fabric revealed as they unwound more black silk from her curving frame was stark white. It brought a broader smile to their lips; monochrome like them, was she? Though with more gold accents than copper or brass. It suited her well. They stroked their way up the exposed skin of her legs. The slits on either side of her legs were surprisingly high, allowing them unrestricted access nearly all the way to her hips.

Mel felt a cascade of tingles racing up her legs from the hands caressing her, yet more sparks raining down from the back of her neck where Sevika’s fingers provided a relentless, demanding pressure. She bowed back for both of them, now grateful she had lingered by the door. She needed something to brace herself against as she felt lips pressing to the side of her thigh, a hand wrapping around her other one beneath the long back panel of her dress. She still pulled Sevika down with her, nails scratching the bulging bicep in her hand as she sought more of the other woman's skin against her own. She couldn't get a breath in at all, but she had decided oxygen was quite overrated.

Sevika could tell when Ran had gotten on with things and made a real move on Mel, because she shifted on her feet and moaned into Sevika's mouth. She glanced down just in time to see them slipping something down Mel's long legs. A narrow strip of shiny black fabric. Black. Knowing she was wearing that under all this pristine white amused her. Maybe she had wanted someone to take it down for her. She drew Mel's bottom lip between her own as the other woman panted and clung tighter to her. "Don't worry, princess," she said, an openly sardonic tone in her voice. "We've got you."

"Oh, shut up," Mel said. She'd meant for there to be more venom in it. She sucked in a shuddering breath as she felt the front panel of her dress move, felt soft lips against her inner thigh. Two hands were still roaming her legs. One of them cool and hard, the other warm but still somewhat rough. Both of the people handling her like she was a toy to be shared between them had rough, strong hands. She was melting into them far faster than she had meant to. There was a slight prickling of those metal claws on her hip, brushing her upper thigh where the slit in her dress began. It was a complete contrast to the blunt metal fingertips digging into the back of her thigh, tugging for her to shuffle her feet and open her legs just a fraction wider.

"Yeah? Shut me up, then." Sevika watched those lovely brows furrowing, her eyes squeezed shut as Ran followed the order they had been given. She held the other woman steady even as she felt a light smack on her right bicep. She just scratched the back of Mel's neck, right where the elegant line of it met the base of her skull, and watched a shiver wrack her body. Seeing Ran move up higher on their knees drew her attention further down, and she was treated with the sight of their head vanishing completely under that front panel of her dress. Reaching its destination. "I'm waiting, princess," she said.

"Oh, fuck off," Mel moaned. A scorching tongue was between her legs, delving between the lips of her pussy and sliding back and forth with torturous slowness. She was torn between continuing to cling to Sevika for dear life and reaching down to grab a fistful of the short black hair tickling her inner thighs. She clenched around nothing as that long tongue dragged over her hardening clit and ripped a gasp out of her. The hands on her thighs were still roaming, stroking her back and forth with a hypnotic rhythm.

"Told you they were a good boy," she purred to Mel. She ran her left hand up her side, following the dip of her waist, feeling her bend so easily into her touch. "Isn't that right? You love it down there, don't you." She leaned to one side and lightly kicked Ran's ass as they lapped at Mel like she was the most delicious thing they had ever tasted. Her own mouth was watering over the thought of getting a taste for herself. Soon. Once the edge was taken off. Once Ran was pussy drunk and nonverbal and this gorgeous, cocky woman was trembling on her feet. She kicked them again with a bit more force and heard them moan in response.

"Do you ever…Quit talking?" Mel said. She had felt Ran moaning into her pussy, felt their body jerking forward and didn't understand why, because she couldn't keep her eyes open. She was falling into the hand on the back of her neck, the metal arm wrapping around her, clinging helplessly to the leather in one hand and digging her nails into the meat of the bicep in her other. Ran's tongue was splaying her open, stroking her with more pressure, lingering on her clit, sending wave after wave of a molten warmth through her whole body. She wouldn't beg them. Not because they weren't deserving of it, but because she didn't want to give the woman in front of her the satisfaction of hearing it. "They're doing…all of the work anyway."

Ran would have smiled if their mouth wasn't extremely busy. They expressed their gratitude by sliding their hands up the back of Mel's legs to grab the gloriously round ass they had admired on their way up here. Their fingers, metal and flesh alike, sank right in and drew a soft sound of satisfaction from them as they continued to stroke Mel's dripping pussy with their tongue. They craned their neck back, surrendering to the pressure of her thighs on either side of their head, their plush lips parted as their jaw worked to rub over her fluttering hole and twitching clit in turn. They hadn't been ordered not to tease; they flagged light blue out of a sheer love and hunger for giving head. Their goal wasn't to wring multiple orgasms from this gilded beauty right away, though. They wanted to savor her first, so they refused to linger where she was most sensitive just yet. Instead, they spread her further open with their hands and dipped the tip of their tongue inside of her to make her cry out. With bliss or frustration, they didn't know yet.

Sevika pressed Mel more flush against her to hold her up as her legs began to tremble. She needed her right hand free so she could start undoing the little circular buttons that ran down the back of the other woman's high-necked dress. The black lace paneling that framed her collarbone was pretty and all, but she was far more interested in getting that flawless-looking skin under her lips and between her teeth. And of course whatever was so nicely cradled by the cups slightly below that line of lace. The front of the dress sagged once some of the buttons had been undone, and Mel dug her nails into Sevika’s bicep again.

"Anything you take off me, I'm taking off you," she breathed. "Don't think I won't fight you for it. I can do two things at once." She grabbed the rolled up right sleeve of Sevika’s shirt and tugged on it, then reached for the bolts securing it to a panel of fabric covering her shoulder. Her brows furrowed in concentration even as her eyes kept fluttering shut from Ran greedily slurping at her, tormenting her by alternating between brief, blinding intensity and teasing licks.

"Those aren't buttons, princess," Sevika said. She was already halfway down Mel's back and not pausing as her dress sagged further, almost ready to be slipped off those lovely, narrow shoulders. "You wanna see what I've got? Open up the front." She leaned back just enough to make space for her right hand between them. Enough for Mel to grab at her brass buttons and fight to get them open. The other woman's breath kept catching, her beautiful features contorting with bliss and frustration as Ran devoured her. She balled up her fists and rested them against Sevika's chest for a moment, giving Sevika the chance to drag the top of her dress forward, sliding the lace down her arms over her detached sleeves. "Can't manage it?" she said.

"You are…positively incorrigible," Mel snapped at her. Or rather she tried to. The last word tapered off into a moan from Ran rolling their tongue over her clit in searing waves that pushed her closer to her climax with every pass. She wrenched her eyes open anyway as she felt her dress being pulled off her and yanked her arms back to free them. It left the top of her torso bare, but she only focused on popping open the buttons standing between her and the generous chest of the woman looming over her. She had to lean on Sevika again when her knees suddenly weakened, a choked whimper coming from her as she felt a warm finger pressing into her. As deliberately slow and teasing as Ran's mouth had been moments earlier.

"That's a lot of big words, princess. Seems like my boy's not doing such a good job, huh?" Sevika says. She lets Mel's dress drop, the white fabric pooling around her open legs and the hunched form of Ran, who was clinging to her ass and caged in by her thighs. She brings up one of her feet and presses the sole of her boot into Ran's back. "You hear all that, boy? She's still chatty. I thought I trained you better than this." She digs her heel into their back, forcing them to push back up against her to keep from being shoved away from Mel's pussy.

Ran couldn't stop pleasuring Mel to answer Sevika without her punishing them, but they knew it was also against their arrangement to seem like they were ignoring her. So they let out a long whine and held their position despite her boot in their back getting heavier and heavier by the second. They kept their left hand tucked against their chin, curling their finger with the same rhythm they used to drag their tongue over Mel's clit and felt her clenching around them. She moaned above them and bent her knees slightly to grind against their hungry mouth. They increased the pressure, feeling a droplet of her arousal dripping down their chin and neck, disappearing under their buttoned collar. That sensation alone made them twitch in their pants, which felt unbearably tight at this point. They dug their mechanical fingers into the globe of her ass cheek to keep from reaching down and grabbing at themself to get even an ounce of relief. They would be good. They had to show her they were good.

Mel yanked at the patchy leather of Sevika's shirt around those buttons until something gave and her breasts bounced into view. She let out a breathless laugh and smiled, shoving at the shoulder pad on the right. She wasn't sure how she would get it off completely, and the pleasure radiating out from between her thighs wasn't helping her think it through, but at least she could get her hands on the soft flesh she had just revealed. Of course this woman wasn't wearing a bra, and of course the heavy tits that had been in Mel's face since she got up close looked glorious when laid bare. She splayed her hands out on them to remain upright as a jolt rocked her. Ran had pushed a second finger into her and sucked on her loud enough for the sound to pierce through her heart racing in her ears and the infuriating chuckle of the woman she was clinging to. She reached up with one hand and pulled Sevika down into a kiss just to shut her up.

Sevika's tongue plunged into her mouth as Ran curled both of their fingers, stroking her clit from the inside and outside at the same time. A large, rough hand was running up her side, thumb pressing into her hard nipple and adding another layer of sensation to the chorus already overwhelming her. Mel scratched at the soft hairs at the back of Sevika's neck and returned the favor by rolling one of her puffy nipples between her own fingers. She tried to swallow back her own whimpers with no success, her thighs trembling and hips jerking against Ran's face. The tension building in her finally unraveled when they drew on her sensitive flesh yet again, moaning and huffing into her trimmed bush like they were getting high just from pleasuring her.

Mel broke the kiss with a keening sound, feeling sharp, cool metal curling around the back of her neck. Sevika was mirroring her, grasping at her to keep her in place, their noses brushing together as she fought to catch her breath. Ran still hadn't let up, plunging their fingers in deeper and tonguing the twitching flesh just above her hole as it squeezed their fingers. In bowing her head, she spotted Sevika stepping on the back of her companion, turning her booted foot back and forth to dig the sole of it into them, and felt a flare of irritation tempered by a rush of more heat. "Good boy," she said, her voice husky and rougher than it had been when she arrived. She left off clinging to Sevika to scratch her way through the choppy black hair between her thighs.

Ran whimpered in response and hugged their right arm around her leg, still lapping at her and slowly thrusting their fingers. They were happy to remain down here until someone pulled them out. Hell, they would tuck themself against the couch behind them to keep tasting Mel when Lest did get here to speak with her or whatever their plans were. She tasted and felt incredible, and they found they loved her nails against their scalp almost as much as they loved her grinding against their tongue like they were little more than a toy for her. The praise echoed in their head, distracting them from the boot still on their back. Sevika would probably find a reason to give them shit, but they had earned what they wanted from Mel. How should they thank her? They should make her cum again. They should make her cream around their fingers and tongue-

"Alright, that's enough," Sevika said. She grunted and shoved her foot down hard and suddenly enough to fold Ran further in on themself. She stepped to the side and let Mel go so she could reach down and scruff them by the back of their collar and yanked them back to get a look at them. Their face was flushed, the front of their asymmetrical hair in complete disarray, and the entire lower half of their face was shiny from spit and Mel's juices. They blinked up at Sevika, dazed and terribly pleased with themself from the look of their damn cheeky smirk. "You still with us, boy?" she demanded.

Ran nodded and licked their lips without thinking. Then licked their fingers. She really did taste good. Fresh and light but still salty with a touch of musk that they hoped would cling to the back of their throat for hours to come. Sevika looked smug as ever, but there was a spark of something else in her gray eyes that made them twitch restlessly in their pants. A blaze of competitiveness.

"Get her dress out of the way, take this off me, and strip. Understand?" she said. "You can stand for it." She let them go, and they set out obeying immediately.

They gathered up Mel's dress, waiting as she lifted her long, lovely legs out of the pool of white fabric, and folded it up before they stood. They tucked the bundle under one arm and undid the pair of buttons on the left side of Sevika's shirt, under her prosthetic arm, so the whole piece could be slipped off her and bare her torso completely. They were particularly proud of themself for not just standing there and staring at the two women. No, they still wanted to be good, and they still had to strip, too. So they headed for the table.

Mel was still braced with her back against the wall beside the door. She was thankful for the pause, because it let her regain her bearings enough to remember that Sevika had been getting on her nerves. She couldn't just get away with that because she was stunning and clearly used to being in a dominant role. Mel was already fighting herself to keep her gaze on Sevika's face and not drink in the sight of her bare torso like Ran had tried to drink her dry. "So far Ran has proven quite fun," she said. She bit out their name with a pointed tone. They weren't just an extension of her, much as she seemed to treat them that way. She wouldn't reduce them to just 'Sevika's boy'. "You seem to think quite highly of yourself for someone who did fuck all to get me off. Perhaps I should take them to the couch for another round."

"Thought you wanted to get me on my knees too, princess. You already giving up on that?" Sevika said. She stepped into Mel's personal space again.

"Of course not. You simply have not offered anything but them, and I would prefer to take what is given." She raised her chin, matching the arrogant posture of the other woman.

"Who do you think taught them how to handle a woman, huh? You can thank me for every little trick they just used," Sevika said.

"Prove it and perhaps I'll consider such a thing," Mel shot back.

She had expected for Sevika to cage her in against the wall. Maybe to kiss her again. What she did not expect was for the larger woman to bow and grab her by the back of her legs. "What are you doing?!" she gasped. Her feet left the floor in the next second. She grabbed Sevika's shoulders, digging her nails into her the muscle of the right side as they scrambled and scraped the frosted glass of the left. She was lifted even higher, her back brushing the wall, and soon couldn't keep her grip on Sevika's shoulders without hunching so far forward she felt dizzy for a second. So she arched backwards and pressed herself as best as she could against the wall until Sevika settled her thighs over her broad shoulders. "Put me down!"

"You don't really want me to do that," Sevika said. If it had been possible for her to get even more smug, she was reaching that point now. She spread her hands open to let her fingertips sink into the perfect, plush ass she had been staring at, that Ran had gotten their hands all over before her. She would pay them back for it later. It was easy for her to support Mel's weight in her hands and hoist her up just enough for her press her face between the soft thighs framing her head with a low sound of anticipation.

Her goal wasn't going to tease. Ran had done that already. She wanted to suck some of the venom out of the woman she had tossed over her shoulders, and she would start with the hole Ran had begun to pry open with their skillful fingers. She tilted Mel's hips toward her face, seeing the other woman's hands grasping for nothing against the wall behind her out of the corner of her eye. It made her grin as her tongue stretched out of her mouth to slide inside. She took in a deep breath of Mel's scent, a heady blend that reminded her of the sparse flowers that grow in patches around the surface. She pressed her nose into the soft mound of flesh above her pussy and dragged her tongue over Mel's hard clit. She was rewarded with a twitch of the thighs hugging her head, with a hand in her hair, sharp nails against her scalp again. Stubborn woman wanted to keep quiet all of a sudden. She shifted a fraction of a step back from the wall and tilted Mel's hips for her to make it easier for her to suck the sensitive nub against her tongue between her lips. She was rewarded with a gasp and the hand in her hair tightening. It wasn't nearly enough.

Mel had nowhere to grab for purchase other than the woman between her legs. She was already sensitive, her pussy already so slick she could feel herself slipping against Sevika's face. She had to grab onto her thick, dark hair, had to lock her ankles together against the magnificent shoulder blades she had gotten a glimpse of. She had no concern as to whether it was too much pressure, she was already trying to ride the tongue rolling over her clit as Sevika sucked on her with steady, pulsing pressure. Her teeth ground together as she fought to keep quiet.

The door opened mere feet beside them, and the hostess from downstairs bowed in, a pipe in hand. "Hey Ran! Oh, am I interrupting something?"

They had replaced their chest harness on their bare torso, stripped down to their jockstrap and tied their light blue handkerchief on the right side of it. There wasn't a hint of shame in the curl of their lips, their lipstick still smeared around their mouth. "Not at all. Thanks for bumping me up." They crossed the room to take the pipe from her. "You can put this on Lest's tab." They didn't react to the slurping sounds coming from the pair beside them. At the moment, the door was blocking the hostess from seeing Sevika and Mel, but she had already glanced in that direction.

Ran chuckled and took a hit off the pipe, making the crystallized shimmer at the end glow bright like an ember before they breathed it out. They offered it back to her. "How long're you still here for?"

"I've got the whole night shift," the hostess said. She accepted the pipe with a smile and leaned against the door frame. Ran watched her wrap her lips around the end of it before they turned their back on her and headed over to Sevika. It took active effort for them to not get mesmerized by the swivel of Mel's hips as Sevika's fingers pressed into her supple flesh. They walked around to the other side of her and wriggled their hand into the pouch tucked into her pants on her left hip. They heard her grunt in acknowledgement, but she couldn't do shit with Mel trying to strangle her with her thighs, including free up a hand to swat at them. They pulled out the drawstring bag she kept her coins in and untied it.

Back at the open door, they shook out several coins into their left hand. "Here. Night shift sucks," they said. They handed the coins over and took the pipe back from her.

She pocketed the coins without question, giving them a slow once over and a smile. "I'm off the day after tomorrow."

"Up for another game, then?" they asked. They took another pull from the pipe.

Her eyes lingered on their chest harness before she met their gaze again. "What do I get if I win this time?"

Ran lifted one shoulder in a shrug. "You won't have to wait to get back to my place before I bend you over."

Her smile broadened and she straightened up, folding her hands behind her back. "See you then. And you know how to reach me if you need anything else up here." She glanced off to the side one more time before she shut the door.

Ran took the coin purse and dropped it on the table, puffing away until their vision sharpened, their heart began to pleasantly race in their chest, pumping molten bliss through their veins. They took the pipe with them and made their way back to the wall where Mel remained pinned.

She was an absolute vision, her back arching away from the wall, thighs clamped around Sevika's head, chest heaving and breasts bouncing with her stuttering breaths. The light caught her tattoos as she gripped Sevika's hair and scratched at the wall with nails that shone like the rest of the gold adorning her. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her elegant face contorted with exquisite agony.

"Fingers…would help…" she said. "But you can't manage that…in this position, can you.." She let out a breathless chuckle. Her already smooth, resonant voice had a huskiness to it that was intoxicating to both the woman between her legs and the witness to her pleasurable torment. "Didn't think this through…"

Sevika's answering growl was muffled. She stepped further away from the wall, making Mel bow forward and grip the back of her head for balance. She delved between the dripping lips of Mel's labia again, plunging her tongue past the fluttering muscles of her hole. She was loathe to lose the sensations of it all. The soft yet surprisingly strong thighs squeezing her head, the heat of Mel's cunt against her face, the sleek, slippery slide of her pink flesh on her tongue and lips and nose. But if this woman wanted to be split open on her fingers so bad, she would give it to her until she buckled.

This fic is being written as a (very, very late) birthday gift to my bestie @butchmiles who came up with this trio and helped me build a dynamic around them.

More to follow! This fic will be part of a 3-part series exploring the evolution of this relationship.

Chapter 2 (To Be Posted)

Credit to @cafekitsune for purple and gold dividers

Sevika had made a mental note the first time she entered the Council chamber that the gold used to fill in the cracks where the table had been destroyed by Jinx reminded her of Elora's scars. From what Mel had told her, he'd always covered up from the neck down, but the gloves were new. Those he'd added to keep attention off of the markings that had appeared on his skin. Not as visible as Mel's, of course; their complexions were very different. And not out of shame - he was more than proud to bear visible evidence of their intensified connection - but out of a desire to lessen the scrutiny on her now that she lived as a mage in a city that practically outlawed her very presence. And, more selfishly, out of enjoyment at how complete his suits looked with them.

Sevika allowed herself the one look before she sat down. From that point on, she was not allowed to lower her head or her eyes. She kept her right hand, covered with her own fingerless leather glove, on the surface of the table as she usually did while the others filed in. Elora had insisted on being early so she could settle before she was met with prying and judgmental eyes. It had helped. Had given her the chance to get comfortable in the former Kiramman chair and move her new cloak to expose her left arm. It would be relevant for the discussion ahead. All she had with her other than herself was a folder of brown leather embossed with the seal that had been created to represent her and her city.

Elora waited in a separate area with scarce seating, a large briefcase placed beside him. His legs were crossed over one the other, his posture perfect in a way that spoke to formal training, and he scrutinized each person who stepped into the room. They didn't pay him any mind. Just as they didn't seem to pay any to their own staff who joined him any either. Sevika knew better than to assume that meant he went unnoticed. Nothing slipped the scrutiny of these people, but that wasn't new to her.

This order of business was Sevika's domain, so she got things moving once the other seats were filled. And the discussion devolved just as quickly as she had expected.

Everyone was talking in circles, saying the same meaningless shit in way too many words. They just loved the sound of their own voices. Loved wasting her time and everyone else's.

"I believe, in absence of some former prominent patrons of the Academy of the Arts, there may be limitations in the amount of support that can be justifiably offered to fund the proposed program," said a tall, slender, pale man with long blond hair that draped over his shoulders. He was dressed entirely in white with gold accents and lean features perpetually bearing a contemptuous expression.

"Why mince words, Councilor Salo? We can all recall the reports that Amara was cut down by Zaunite assassins. A terrible tragedy, truly. I do not believe she would want her passion to be championed in favor of those who killed her." Spoken by an older woman with her cascade of white hair framing her head in a wide, round updo that made her look ridiculous to Sevika, even moreso when she turned her beady little eyes in Sevika's direction. Councilor Cresthelm.

"That's not what this is about. Not gonna build anything like that to start," Sevika said. That brought the full table's attention back to her. This frivolous debate had nothing to do with what she had intended for today. She had probably been too ambitious in her planning, anyway. There was almost never any sense of urgency in here unless it was the rest of them pushing back against her or vying for some bullshit that would make them wealthier.

"There's no point in putting up some fancy university if no one's gonna attend. People need their basic needs met first." She pointed to the table, to the folder of documents Elora had created alongside her secretary. "This is about trading for the materials we need to build better water, ventilation, and medical infrastructure. No chance we'll be able to restore anything on the surface or even knock it down to build over it without takin' care of where everyone lives."

"I do not recall such a proposal for discussion being put forth. Are you certain you utilized the proper channels to advance your agenda?" said a man dressed in a sickly yellow-green accompanied by gold and red accents. His dark brown hair was cropped short on the sides and swept up into a coife on the top of his rectangular head. All of it, along with his beard, were shot through with gray, and the small, black, reflective glasses perched on his straight nose reminded her of Chross. Councilor Meridian.

"The Councilor of Zaun has followed all protocols, I assure you, Councilor Meridian," said Shoola. She had a folder in front of her as well. She was the only other one among them who did.

Sevika's eyes flicked to her, and she felt a prickling of irritation under her skin. She didn't need to be spoken for. "We've been set to talk about this for a week. Plans're already laid out, and we got people ready to move. Just need the sign off to get it going."

Several voices collided at once as all but Shoola lashed right back at the idea that Sevika had lifted a finger without their say so. She'd done much more than that. It had already taken months on end to put this Council together. To put this side of the bridge together enough for her to be brought to this table. She would not waste her time - her people's time - waiting around for them to have a change of heart that would never happen.

She did not raise her voice. She did not stand. She had weathered plenty of meetings just like this. There was no difference between this and a Chembaron Assembly. Not really. Her position notwithstanding, she had to let them all run their mouths for a moment. Blow off some steam. Someone would emerge as the one to be argued with, and she would focus on that. She wouldn't throw herself into the fray, and she wouldn't let her irritation or the rage beneath it lead her.

"I find it outrageous that you intend to appropriate funds without presenting legitimate reasons for them. We have protocols for a reason. Perhaps that remains lacking among your people, but it is essential to how we have always governed," said Councilor Cresthelm.

Sevika picked up the folder in front of her and held it up. "Got plenty of reasons in here. You'd know that if you cared enough about your rules to follow them." She turned to look across the room at where Elora had settled himself. He hadn't placed himself behind her. Not for this meeting. He understood that this cue should look deliberate, because it was. She gave him a barely persceptible nod and set her folder back down, opening it up with both hands.

Elora stood as Councilor Meridian piped up again. He glided across the room, briefcase in hand, plucking its contents out of it as he approached the table. Every move he made appeared deliberate and smooth as a dance.

"I believe I speak for my fellow Councilors when I say that your flippancy is not appreciated. If you cannot defend your proposal, then I see no reason to continue this discussion." He gave a pointed look to Shoola and her folder. "Shall we adjourn, Councilor?"

Elora stepped between Shoola's seat and that of Councilor Cresthelm. He placed a folder identical to Shoola's in front of her.

She leaned slightly away from him, her small, wrinkled mouth curled into as deep a scowl as she could manage. "What is this?" she demanded.

Elora's face was completely neutral as he walked around the back of her seat and approached Councilor Salo. "The Councilor of Zaun had the foresight to request copies of all necessary supporting documents. Within you will each find the following-"

He rattled off the list as he continued his way around the table. His voice resonated cleanly without ringing out, his tone measured, every word sounded crisp and clear. He commanded attention with the kind of leashed authority that Sevika had felt resonating through her with as much tangibility as the currents running through her from her left shoulder for most of her life. His presence had impact, but not its own gravitational pull. It was meant to bring people into her orbit and keep them there.

"Correspondence from Lady Alarica of House Valois confirming her support for grants that shall fund medical infrastructure, schematics for an upgraded ventilation system along with the original plans provided by the Kiramman family archives, a study on the contaminants in the Sump layer of Zaun along with a purification system designed by a former engineer of the Hexgates, and a summary of employee registration information for completing these projects along with their sponsors. Patrols to secure the perimeters of each project have been arranged by the Head of Security, shown on the map provided."

Sevika watched the table for reactions, of course, but she found herself stealing every possible glance she could at Elora himself. He floated along behind everyone like a ghost, his even gliding not the same mesmerizing dance as Mel's. He was meant to not be seen, and save for Councilor Cresthelm, no one seemed to even register him briefly dipping into their personal space to place the folders in front of them.

The windows that overlooked the city outside were wide open, allowing the dull sunlight of the overcast day to highlight the gold in his skin for just a moment. The rich brown tones of his hair where he had swept it back and let it flow freely. With the new layers he had added to his wardrobe, his flattering vests and squared-off blazers, he didn't mind having it loose as much as he had before. Sevika hadn't gotten to see this suit from afar much. He was strikingly handsome in it, with his narrow face set in a mask of poised politeness. It was a front.

When he caught her eye from behind the seat on her right side, she saw the barest twitch grace his lips. A moment of private satisfaction shared between the two of them. It was followed immediately with a flare of the heat that had been lazily coiling in on itself inside of her since this morning. A hunger sweetened by every moment she had to wait to get him alone. They would be too busy to indulge it for hours yet.

"Have all of the proper permits been filed for these projects?" asked Councilor Salo. He had pointedly flicked the folder out of the way of where he had rested his hands on the table. He had his late relative's penchant for drinking and wrapped his fingers around a gold flute filled with Noxian wine as soon as the offending documents had been visibly dismissed by him.

Elora turned back around and swept toward his seat, much to his dismay, as he pulled yet another folder from his briefcase. He changed course so swiftly and gracefully, it looked like the action had already been planned. He glanced Sevika's way just as he placed it down as a cue.

"Permits were submitted and processed a couple weeks ago," Sevika said. "Sent these in once that was through. Like I said, we're ready to move on this. Just gotta vote it through and get to whatever's next." She glanced at Elora as she pulled out and unfolded a map in front of her.

He spoke again as he reached the gap in the table beside her where outsiders could step into the open center of it. He remained an equal distance between her and the Councilor to her right. "Your staff received these materials on time. No violations of official policy regarding the timelines for document submission have been levied against the Councilor of Zaun. You may keep the copies provided for future reference regarding these initiatives." There was an accusation beneath every statement. None of you did your jobs. None of you care about this, and he knew it as well as she did.

He gave a slight bow. "I yield all time to the current lead Councilor." He had to fight not to look at her as he turned on his heel and returned to his seat. He would find out later if he had been sufficient in his support. The point was not to flaunt the backing Sevika had in the form of Mel and other allies, but to make them all painfully aware of how obvious their negligence was and continued to be.

He wasn't alone in watching them flounder. Members of their Houses were here. Their constituents were here, including Sevika's. Their staff was here, and now none of them would look in Elora's direction. They had all been shown up, and it wasn't over.

Councilor Shoola was the first to open her folder and picked through it until she found her map as well. The mirroring helped. Two other councilors opened theirs and started scanning like they had never seen a piece of paper before.

"What's this you said about sponsors? What permission do you have to excavate or construct anything in all this mess?" Councilor Cresthelm said.

Sevika rested her right hand on the map. "Been writing to your staff for weeks about an ongoing study my secretary's leading. They've created a method for measuring the usable vertical space in the fissures. They're sorting out who owns where from the surface to the Sump and drawing up deeds. Whoever's got land we're working on is sponsoring the people who will be on their turf." She pointed at the map for emphasis. "This is what my people need before they can care about anything else, and they're willing to make it happen themselves."

Councilor Meridian had been flipping through his folder and slapped it shut when she paused. "What is it you want, then? Out with it." His ghostly skin was quickly turning ruddy with irritation.

"Already said that part. Just gotta sign off on the materials getting where they need to go. Major trade gets put to a vote." All throughout, her voice remained low, even, and quiet. Her volume was conversational, and it forced everyone to tune in entirely to when she spoke or they would miss something. None of the people seated around her would feel they could afford to do that right now.

Even at this distance, the sound of her speaking sent a pleasant chill down Elora's spine. The velvet tones in her voice, always woven through with a melodious quality, mesmerized him. He couldn't see her face from his seat, but he could picture it. The same stubborn set of that gorgeous squared jaw, the furrowing of her thick, dark brows, the shadow of her sharp cheekbones stark even in this dull light. The downcast curl of her full lips. If he concentrated hard enough, he could still feel those lips against the shell of his ear. He wished he could squeeze his thighs together to give himself the barest relief from the throb that was returning between them. He kept his legs crossed and forced himself to pay attention in case she needed him again.

Councilor Shoola spoke up again. "I see no reason to delay what has been presented and proposed. It is the responsibility of Council members to remain up to date on all matters that require our attention." She turned to look Councilor Meridian in the eyes. "I understand that there have been delays in the fulfillment of invoices submitted quite some time ago to a variety of distributors under the Prime Meridian trading company, Councilor. Is there a need for revisions to be created for our current policies on punctuality?"

"There is no such need, Councilor," he shot back. "We should remain on topic."

"Right. Let's vote, then," Sevika said. Strips of metal in the characteristic gold and white of the hall raced toward a center point far above their heads. The room was consumed in shadow and all fell silent. Sevika picked her left hand up, watching how all eyes were drawn to the metal as it flashed even in the lackluster stream of light that fell on her.

Shoola raised her hand next, revealing that she was still looking to Councilor Meridian. He huffed and picked his hand up, his elbow still resting on the table. Councilor Salo offered the same half-hearted support. Councilor Cresthelm folded her hands on the table, glaring at Sevika as she sat still in the spotlight.

"Four out of seven is a pass," Sevika said as the windows opened up again. She folded up the map and slipped it back into the folder. "Updates will be sent to your staff as they have been." Just one more reminder that their pettiness hadn't gone unnoticed. She didn't stand, and she didn't have to for them to leave.

Councilor Cresthelm got up first. She grasped at her long skirts with one hand and clicked her way past the spectators to the door. Councilor Meridian followed, then Salo, then the two others who had remained silent. Shoola remained in place as the attendants of the other Councilors left, her head bowed as she picked through the documents with her long gold filligree nails separating the pieces of paper with ease.

When it was only Sevika, Shoola, and Elora, the other Councilor finally stood, folder in hand. The others had left theirs. She faced Sevika and allowed herself a wry little smile.

"Let me do you a favor for tackling all that. I'll make sure these-," she gestured with the folder, "-get where they're supposed to. I've got some house calls to make anyway." She placed a hand on Sevika's left shoulder as she passed her, still seated. There was no hesitation over it. No aversion to the metal in place of fabric and flesh. "I'll see you this evening."

Sevika nodded. She wasn't one for goodbyes, but she did say, "Back me up. Don't get between them and me."

Shoola didn't move her hand just yet. "Right. I got a bit overzealous today, I will admit. I'm glad this passed on the first try, though. That's progress."

Sevika hummed an agreement as Shoola's hand slipped off her shoulder. She looked down at the open folder. A handful of papers that represented weeks of work. Sleepless nights for her and everyone who worked alongside her. Thousands of steps and hundreds of hours combined. And they'd been largely ignored. It made the fingers of her right hand curl into a fist as footsteps approached.

Elora stepped up beside her chair, his briefcase in one hand while the other was outstretched. "Shoola freed up some time. Join me in the office?"

Sevika picked her head up and slapped the folder shut. Her brows were furrowed, her practically permanent scowl even deeper than usual. She looked between Elora's face and his hand as she tucked the folder under her left arm. They were alone. He wouldn't approach her this way if he wasn't sure they were alone.

Even though she could feel her stomach had tied itself into knots to quiet her rage, she reached up and took his hand. She stood and let go, giving him the folder to hold for her instead. For a moment, they both had their hands on it, and she met his eyes again. They were sparkling with unadulterated excitement. The thrill of having acted out within the boundaries of this restrictive space. It made some of the knots in her loosen.

She walked ahead of him away from the table. That was until they were getting close to the door. Just like her secretary, he didn't like her opening doors in this building. There were supposed to be attendants ready to do so, but she was not offered the same deference as the other Councilors. They had already left.

Elora pushed the door open, her folder already in his briefcase, and held it as she passed him. He resumed walking behind her on her left, and allowed himself a smile in the empty hallway before they had to wear their masks again.

The Kiramman office had taken several shapes in the past two years or so. Initially occupied by Cassandra. Then relinquished to her daughter when she became Commander and filled with evidence of her attempting to unravel the conspiracies that had surrounded Jinx during the pre-war occupation. Then stripped bare and handed to the first Zaunite to ever set foot in it.

So much of the space had seemed wasted. Two rooms split between floors, connected by a narrow spiral staircase, had only one full-sized desk and a handful of chairs between them. Little tables and heirlooms and decorative pieces, all smelling like old books and lingering, ghostly perfume. Sevika had cleared it out, letting the remaining Kiramman keep what she cared to. It didn't matter to her. She needed space and reference materials. A place to build a bureaucracy from the ground up. Again. Hopefully one that would last more than a handful of years this time.

Sevika resented the space just as she was repulsed by the gaudy glamorousness of the building it was in, the excess of the city it towered over. It looked better filled with mismatched furniture brought or hammered together here, stations for her small, overworked staff.

A knife-sharpening kit and maps marked with notes on the new emerging factions in Zaun sat atop one, her Head of Security.

Blueprints and a tool belt tossed on another alongside a grinder and lighter, her Chief Engineer.

By the window was another covered with potted plants and notes, her Chief Environmental Scientist.

The cleanest had a stack of folders off to one side, a leather mat in front of the seat, pens and pencils lined up on the other side: her Surgeon General.

The most crowded desk was a sprawl of letters--some in envelopes and others yet to be folded--ink pots, and pneumatic tube vessels, all laid out atop a handmade table covering made of pristine white yarn, her Communications Liaison.

A matching cover rested on the desk across the narrow aisle from that one, a haphazard spread of pencils, whole fruit piled in a metal bowl alongside a pair of empty glasses and a bottle, all shadowed by a display box with a pair of bloodied old hand wraps and a silver cog with a nameplate at the base; her Director of Youth Programs.

And upstairs, in the one piece of furniture that could not be removed for its sheer bulk and attachment to the floor beneath it, loomed the presence meant to belong to her. A Councilor of the city that had gutted hers for generations. Sharing it with her Secretary and the lover sweeping past the desks with her to snatch up relevant documents barely reduced the sting of sitting behind it.

Sevika paused at the base of the spiral staircase that would bring her up to the desk she considered disassembling by hand every time she had to lay her work out on it. She hadn't found the time yet. There was never enough time for anything. Already her trains of thought were tangling themselves together, trying to reduce the time and effort it would take to cut down on the impossible number of tasks that faced her. She found herself standing at the base of the staircase, right hand on a large decorative glass bulb that stood on the end of the railing. She'd managed to steal some spare time. Where would she start with it?

"If I may," Elora said as he approached. "I wanted to request some of your newly available time if you would be amenable to it."

Sevika turned to glare at him. "Talk to me like I'm a person. No snobs in here for you to act in front of." It came out sharper than she intended it to. Elora couldn't be faulted for the prim and proper posture he assumed anymore than she could for the iron set of her jaw and how easily her hands had been curling into fists her whole life. Where her capacity for strategy and wit could be obscured by her calloused and stoic exterior, the same could be said for his ability to snuff others out if necessary while remaining pristine. He hadn't spilled any blood for her today, but he had backed her up.

Elora's expression softened from its unreadable mask, and he closed the space between them with even, confident strides. "Come upstairs with me. I promise I won't give you more papers to look at." His lips curled into a small, kind smile. "I think we moved the needle today. We should celebrate."

Sevika cocked a skeptical brow, but she got lost in the look of him for a second. In the tilt of his head making that cascade of glossy chestnut hair slip off the padded shoulder of his suit jacket. The light in his gold eyes. And then he reached out to touch her left arm, fingers resting on the metal with the same ease as the other side of her. "Alright, pretty boy."

There was no door in their way between these floors. Elora had no need to step ahead and make way for her. Instead he followed in silence, the grip on his briefcase's strap tightening as he watched her on the way up. The sway of the capelet that framed her broad shoulders, the cinched curve of her waist, emphasized by the tightly wrapped shirt he had fastened to her this morning. He wouldn't allow his gaze to fall lower. If he got a glimpse of her ass in the tight pants she was wearing, he'd trip up this stupid little staircase and never live it down.

Sevika didn't sit behind the desk once they reached the second floor. The room was even more vast than the one beneath it, high, gilded windows towering over the space. Elora remembered those windows being flanked by emerald curtains, the space between the desk and the door a yawning gap that made the walk from one to the other feel daunting at times; so much time and room to feel scrutinized by the Councilor who had previously occupied the tall chair framed by Piltover's skyline outside.

Sevika had transformed the space and how it was interacted with as well. Cassandra Kiramann would never have been caught dead sleeping in here, but there was a couch that could be pulled out into a bed on the far side of the room now, separated from the rest of it by a paper room divider with a metal frame; apparently a gift from someone who worked in a brothel named for the same floral design on the paper. She also would not have rooted through the cabinet on the far wall beside the desk for a liquor bottle and perched on the edge of the desk with it.

Elora was concerned about the drinking, but there was a routine he preferred to follow that took priority. One thing at a time. He had to be calm to initiate what he had been thinking about between every task and movement of the day. What had encroached on the corners of his mind, narrowing his focus since he and Sevika had torn away from each other this morning. He walked around the desk and opened his briefcase to deposit its contents on the desk, each folder parallel to the next in order of importance for the rest of the day's plans. He took the briefcase with him back around and approached Sevika's left side.

She had the bottle grasped in her right but hadn't taken a drink just yet. She looked lost in thought, her impeccably kept brows furrowed with her full lips pressed into a thin line. He reached for her, and when she glanced at his hand without moving, he grabbed at her cloak and pulled it off her. She dropped her shoulders slightly when he smoothed his hand along her back through her capelet before stepping away again.

He hung her cloak on the coat rack by the door, placed his briefcase on a table beside it, then pulled off his gloves. He shrugged his suit jacket off next. As much as he was sure she would enjoy taking it off him, there would be other chances for that. He wanted to be the one focused on her. On undoing some of the work he had done this morning--assembling her elaborate outfit--and continuing the rest--providing for her needs. He weaved his way through the labyrinth of divided sections she had made of the once hollow space, moving with purpose without seeming frantic. The two of them never had much time to spare, and he felt almost greedy moving on her twice in one day, but they needed it. They had both earned it. She had been earning it for years before he met her.

She was peering down at the bottle like it had done something to personally offend her when he reached the desk again. She still seemed lost in thought, her broad back bowed forward in a graceful arc that Elora wanted to invert.

"Let me at least get you a glass," he said. He circled the desk again, watching her as she lifted her head slightly.

"Two. Not a fan of drinking alone anymore," she said.

"You're too generous," he said. He was used to drinking in moderation on the job with Mel, and far stronger spirits than what she kept stocked in her office. He was happy to have a sip or two if it meant easing some of her tension to start. He paused behind her desk and masked the sound of him swiftly opening and closing a drawer with his voice. "I found a gap in everyone's schedules the evening after tomorrow. Should I send out letters requesting them for dinner?" He slipped a small glass jar into his pocket, then fetched two glasses from the same cabinet she had gotten her bottle from.

"You tell me. How's morale?" she asked. She watched him with a slight smile as he placed the glasses down neatly beside her and held a bare hand out for her bottle. She noted the skin he had decided to expose there, his lack of gloves as much of an invitation as a demand for her to touch him. But first came first. She gave the bottle to him and watched his delicate hands cradle the body just beneath its long neck, his other hand cupping the bottom of it as he poured. The label faced upward, and the stream produced by his careful tipping was completely smooth. Just like his actions in the Council chamber, every motion read like the steps of a carefully choreographed dance.

"I think it would benefit us all to have a bit of personal time. I would propose an early dinner with the option to have drinks afterwards. Everyone has been working very hard, and that may seem to be an incentive to avoid this, but I think it's important for the staff to be taken care of outside of their regular hours," he said.

He took the bottle back to the cabinet and set it aside while she grabbed the glass with slightly more liquor in it. Sevika found herself admiring the cut of his waistcoat, the way it hugged his waist without cinching it too much. How the hemline sat below his hips and didn't flare out to give him a less curvy silhouette. The crisp lines on the sides of his pants from him pressing them the night before. She gripped her glass tighter, hoping whatever he wanted to discuss wouldn't take too long. She'd rather spend this time putting some wrinkles in his perfect clothes before they had to leave. And she knew from walking in on others using this room for fun that no one could hear a thing out in the hallway.

"Sounds like a plan," she said.

"I'm glad we're in agreement." Elora caught her staring and didn't shy away. To be the sole subject of her fierce gray gaze could be intoxicating. He wanted to smile. To hurry things along and get her capelet and shoulder piece and belts off her and scattered across the desk she was still perched on. Instead he kept his easygoing pace and picked up the glass beside her. He tapped it against hers, feeling the warmth of contentment when she nodded to him.

They took their drinks at the same time, Sevika draining her glass significantly more than he did. He watched the thick, scarred column of her throat working and felt a far more intense heat further down than his chest.

"Got something to say, pretty boy? Cough up. Don't have all day," Sevika said. She took another sip, careful to savor it this time. She didn't want him ditching her to pour her some more. She didn't want anything new in the way of her getting her hands back in his hair and her lips on what little skin he would show. Janna above, she was looking at his fingers curled around the cut crystal of his glass and wanted to press a kiss to the back of it. And maybe shove a couple of those slender fingers into her mouth. Or somewhere else.

She shifted in place, resting more fully on the edge of the desk. Just that much more solid pressure underneath her made her cunt start to grow slick in her pants, under the cock she had hidden with her cloak all day. She glanced at Elora as she swallowed and found he had glanced down exactly where she was hoping he would. Eyes shifting slowly like he was reading lines of writing on a page, but she knew what he was up to. He was tracing the outline of her shaft.

So she huffed and tapped her glass to his again. He hadn't touched it a second time. "You didn't bring me here so I could talk to myself," she said.

Elora's gaze found hers again, and he set his glass down. "I didn't." He stepped in front of her, not having sat on the desk like she had. Even seated, she had some height on him, and he tilted his head back slightly to keep their eyes locked. He stepped between her feet, placing both hands on her large thighs, fingers splayed apart. "I brought you here to finish what we started this morning."

Sevika shouldn't have felt such a powerful surge of need just feeling his elegant hands on her. He wasn't even pressing down. Wasn't letting them roam. He didn't need to. She set her glass down behind her, not expecting he'd flatten her on this bulky thing. "Yeah? Looking for me to bend you over this?" She tapped her finger on the surface of the desk next to her, the dull metal on wood sound ringing for a second.

Elora pressed himself against the desk and rocked up onto his toes to brush his nose against hers. "You still have a long day ahead of you, mi amor. Let me make the rest of it easy on you."

Sevika scoffed despite the flush she could feel rising in her face. Two times in a row he'd gotten her feeling like she was on her back foot. And in the same day. He was too good at this and only getting better. She raised her chin slightly and leaned back on her left hand to see if he'd give chase. He wasn't nearly as shy as most people assumed he was. "Think you can handle me like that already, pretty boy? Not sure you can."

Elora grabbed her by the waist and pulled until she acquiesced enough to be within reach of his lips. He pressed them to hers with a firm, demanding pressure. Not heated yet, but soon to be. And she rested her right hand on his hip in return. He wouldn't move to overpower her, that wasn't how he worked. He would seduce her into yielding for him and reward her as much as she could physically endure for it. His hands smoothed around to fold together at the center of her back, and he felt her grip on him tighten as her lips parted.

He didn't shove his tongue down her throat right away, instead coaxing her into pressing closer by gently drawing on her full bottom lip. His own lips were well-shaped but narrow, and it felt luxurious to caress her there. To feel the slight indents where scars had been left alongside the softness of her skin. Within moments of him gently suckling, she wrapped her right arm around him and shifted forward to balance on the edge of the desk. It still left enough room for him to bring his hands forward and run them up to the first fastening he needed to undo.

Sevika trusted him perhaps more than she should have. He could have tucked blades between the fine layers of his clothes while she waited for him here. He could have ratted out any part of the operation she was struggling to build alongside her staff, the overwhelming majority of them sharing her origins among them. He could have mocked her for the soft sound that passed from her into his mouth when he grabbed at her chest, hands splayed across bound and unbound flesh alike. Instead of obeying her own paranoia, she dropped her shoulders when he pulled her armored grate and lapel off her. The capelet followed.

Every new slide and press of their lips brought more of his careful disassembly. The version of her constructed for these meetings, meant to look the part of the archetypal Zaunite, the culmination of half a dozen failed revolutions, was gently undone. Pried apart with enough care to be slotted back together later on and shown to the world as if she wasn't collapsing into his grip. She curled work-roughened fingers into the fabric at the back of his waistcoat while he unwound the binding of her wrapped shirt and slid his hands into it with enough firm pressure to make her shiver. Fuck, she had to keep it together. At least make him work to get her this needy. She tried not to be the easy kind, but he paid too much attention to every little thing that unmade her.

Loathe as he was to no longer feel her hand clutching him, Elora still pulled the fabric covering her right arm down to bare it for his seeking hands. She let him toss it behind her on the desk, the folders he'd laid out now covered with the accessories that had adorned her torso. And her belts were next.

She broke the kiss to say, "Didn't hard pack for nothing, handsome." She managed to still sound smug even as he brushed his lips along the right side of her face and kissed her neck next. "Give the cock that got you off this morning some love before you bite off more than you can chew." She couldn't wait to tangle her fingers in his silky hair, to feel the pressure against her cunt as he swallowed her down. That had to be where this was going, because he'd reached for her largest belt to undo the brass buckle.

"I always want to chew on you, gorgeous," he murmured into the corded muscle of her neck. He drew harder on the skin there than he had with her lips, knowing he'd need some proper suction to have any hope of leaving marks on her warm brown skin. "Mel always makes it look like so much fun." He chuckled as he let his fingers crawl their way up the line of her stacked belts, mindful of the trio that acted as support for her lower back. They were left to rest on the desk behind her, too, the collection growing as he anticipated defiling the antique for what had to be the twentieth time at least. Not only with her, but the partners they shared.

"You Noxians," she muttered. She brought her hips closer to the very edge of the desk when he grabbed them and pressed a kiss beneath her ear that made her fight another shudder. "Always bitey and shit." She was bracing herself for when he made good on his comment. For when he'd dig his perfect, square teeth into her skin and not let go. Every kiss he placed along the line of her pulse wound her up tighter. When he suddenly grabbed her cock with one hand and tugged the hem of her sleeveless top free from her pants with the other. He was met with more fabric underneath, the waistband of her boxers with the leather straps of her harness over top. She felt him trace one of those straps as his tongue lapped at her skin until the flush in her face worsened.

Elora chuckled against her skin as he stroked the length of her through her pants just before fully opening them up to feel the silicone in his hand. It was on the larger side, providing an exquisite stretch, and was close in color to her natural skin tone; a veiny texture complete with a faux frenulum along the underside of the glans made it an excellent approximation of the real organ. "It's not our fault you're so delicious, mi amor," he purred into her ear. He slowly stroked the length of her until he felt a rumbling in her throat against his lips.

"You gonna blow me or rip me open?" she asked. She clearly didn't seem threatened by him grazing his teeth along the spots he had just marked from his sucking. Her right hand landed on his ass as soon as she felt the pressure of him starting to jerk her off. Her boxers were clinging to her already, hours of ogling him catching up with her now that she was getting what she wanted.

"I have every intention of spreading you open, my dear," Elora crooned to her. He traced the high, rounded neckline of her tank top, groping his way back down her torso with his free hand until he could rest it on her thigh again. "But first, I do want to thank you for earlier." He continued his slow stroking as he sank down onto his knees. He couldn't resist the pleased smile that spread across his face when she dropped her gaze to watch him. That was the whole point of this, after all. She wouldn't feel this nearly as intensely if didn't have those gunmetal grays trained on him.

Sevika swallowed hard to keep her breath from audibly hitching when Elora stuck out his tongue and caressed the head of her cock in a slow swirl. She still had her left arm braced behind her, holding her upright, and was so mesmerized for a moment by the sight of his lips wrapping around the head of her that she forgot she could grab him. She was making the fingertips of her right hand ache from how hard she was gripping the edge of the desk instead. As if a spell would be broken if she touched him.

She'd never been shy about handling someone who wanted her, hadn't been this morning when shoving him around in the dressing room, but this felt different. He'd half stripped her already, gotten her ruining her boxers and all he'd surrendered were his gloves and a jacket. The intensity of his golden gaze as he sank further onto her felt restraining. Did he want her to stay put or lose control? And when had it mattered to her what he wanted anyway? He was the one supposed to service her. Right?

Elora took his time here just as he did with everything else. He wasn't one to make much of a mess, especially when there were more appearances to be made within the day, but he knew how Sevika preferred to be pleased. He bowed forward, sucking in more of the shaft in his mouth, and spread  his thighs wide apart. It wasnt just to show off, but to make sure that his saliva didn't drip onto his pants; he didn't have a cloak to hide under the way she did if he got too enthusiastic a second time today. He'd already pushed his luck leaving a wet patch on both their clothes.

He built up his rhythm as methodically, wetting her shaft halfway, then drawing back to suckle at the head so he could pump his fist and spread his own spit along the full length. He stroked her firmly, always pressing back against her with a bit more force when he reached the base of her cock. And each pass wore down her control more. She had been practically glaring at him to start, her jaw set in a stubborn line that spoke to her fighting to stay quiet. Her eyes were half-lidded now, lips parted to allow a groan to slip through when he sucked her back into his mouth. When he finally swallowed her down enough for the tip of his small nose to brush the leather panel of her harness, she reached down and swept a handful of his hair up between her calloused fingers.

Now it was his turn to let loose a few sounds of his own. She used both hands to gather enough of his hair to use as a handle of sorts, tugging from the scalp to guide herself into his throat. She didn't thrust yet, content to watch his eyes watering from her cock filling him enough to form a bulge in his neck for several long moments. He couldn't hope to get a breath in, but he didn't need to. Air was overrated when the sight of her short brown hair framing her face as it contorted from pleasure would have stolen whatever would have been in his lungs anyway. He sucked loudly on her when she pulled him back until her cock sprang free of his mouth and left him panting. His tongue dangled for a moment before he felt his own saliva sliding down its surface and quickly swallowed it back. His waistcoat and tie must remain clean. For now. Maybe there would be a third round today.

Sevika's chest had begun to heave as well, her clit throbbing underneath her harness and begging for more attention. Her breathing stammered when he grabbed onto her and began stroking again, letting her hold his head where it was even though he kept glancing down at her spit-shined cock like he was dying to choke on it. That made her smirk down at him and tighten her grip on his hair. "Need more that bad, huh, pretty boy? Been thinking about her all day, haven't you."

Elora licked his lips, still pumping his fist along the length of her shaft, and felt her hand loosen just enough to let him move again. "Need to hear you sound like that again, mi amor." He grabbed her ass with his free hand and surged forward, sucking her into his mouth again with renewed enthusiasm. He arched his back to keep his own clothing out of the way as he bobbed his head to take her as deep as he could fit while still sucking. He heard her curse above him and felt a wave of heat race down his spine just before she yanked on his hair to match his pace with her own hips.

Sevika bared her teeth in a grimace as her head hung forward, eyes shutting for a moment as she lost herself in the sensation of her boxers slipping against her swollen clit underneath her harness. The obscene sounds coming from her lover made it that much worse; his huffing, muffled grunts, and even a choked whine when she raked her fingers through his hair to press against the back of his head. She bottomed out in his throat with a long, low moan. She managed to open her eyes just in time to see him blinking up at her, moisture clinging to his lashes from how much she'd made him tear up already. A fat droplet shimmering with gold slipped from a watery eye and down his cheek.

"Cryin' on it already, pretty boy? Look so fuckin' good with a moutful of dick." She scoffed quietly as she slowly tugged him back up. "Bet none of those snobs know you're a cocksucker."

Elora let out a breathless laugh as soon as his mouth was empty. His normally smooth, low voice was slightly hoarse as he took up stroking her again to continue offering her pressure then spoke up. "Of course not. I'm fairly certain half of them believe I've never even kissed a woman." He licked his already glistening lips and pressed a kiss to the head of the cock in his hand.

"You handle 'em just fine, gorgeous." Sevika chuckled and shifted in place, tilting her hips up as he angled her cock up toward her and kissed his way down the shaft. Then licked his way back up and swallowed her again. She let out a ragged breath and pulled him right back in, guiding his head for a few more blissful moments of him sucking like nothing felt better than her dick sliding in deeper.

She couldn't get it out of her head how so many people who'd known him far longer than her thought this wasn't who he was. How it hadn't been yet. Before she got her claws into him. Well, she used to have claws for that. He was throating her like it was what he was made for, the delicate hand that had been handing out papers to aristocracy earlier now yanking her pants down her thighs to grope her through her boxers. He had plenty of other talents, and she knew he loved nothing more than indulging her and their other partners with them as often as he was allowed. He wanted to open her up, he'd said. The thought made her clit twitch almost restlessly under the continued onslaught of watching him blow her.

So she gave his hair another tug and said, "Lemme get this off. Put those hands to work."

Elora slowly released her with a hum that reminded her very much of his lifelong companion. He smiled up at her, looking satisfied yet still eager, and flicked his hair back when she let it go. He touched the back of her right hand when she reached for the strap of her harness with it and shook his head. "There's no need for that. Let me help." He let her dick go and pulled out a handkerchief from his waistcoat pocket.

Sevika wasn't sure what he had in mind, but she was curious enough to lean back against the desk and offer herself up to him. Her lips curled into a smirk as she watched him wipe the hand he'd covered with his own spit, then folded it up and tucked it back into his pocket. He then reached into his waistcoat, fingers seeking some hidden pocket, and pulled out a narrow piece of gold. A blade flipped out of it, but she didn't budge.

Elora held the blade away from her for the moment, pointing the tip down toward the rug beneath them both. He placed his other hand on her thigh and rose up higher on his knees. "I promise to launder these pants for the mess they'll be later." He pinched a piece of her boxers between his fingers and pulled on it before letting it snap back. "May I cut these off of you, my love? I will replace them, of course."

Sevika's lips drew back in a genuine grin. Of course he had a knife on him. He probably had more than one. Maybe this one lived in a little loop inside that vest. Maybe all of his vests had homes for weapons he could draw and kill with at a moment's notice. "Go for it, kid. Never been scared of a slice or two."

Elora's sultry smile dropped into a stern look, and he held the blade up in front of his face. He ran his hand down to the hem of one leg on her boxers and pulled it away from her skin. "I ought to be offended that you would imply I could ever be clumsy with this. I am better than that, Sevika, and you know it."

Sevika should have laughed. Instead, she swallowed hard again as he made swift work of her boxers. The blade was sharp enough for there to be almost no resistance at all, and despite how close it came to her skin, it didn't so much as graze her. Maybe she wanted it to, but now wasn't the time for that. They wouldn't have time to properly dress and treat cuts if they followed through with everything they both wanted, but she had already decided to raise this to him later. "Do I gotta say sorry for you to keep going, pretty boy?" she asked.

"If I waited on you to be apologetic, neither of us would get what we want today." Elora made the final cut and pulled the whole piece of fabric free from her harness. He dropped it off to the side, flicked the blade back into its handle, and tucked it away again with movements so swift and mechanical he could have been conducting regular business under a tight deadline. That impression was disposed of the second he dropped down to sit on his feet again so he could press his face between his lover's spread thighs. He inhaled deeply with a low moan and grabbed at her pants to yank them down.

Sevika felt split down the middle as more blood rushed to her face and cunt. "Not gonna run from you, kid," she said. She felt him pressing kisses to her inner thigh as she stepped out of the fabric he had bunched up around her feet. All that was left beyond the padding and tape for her prosthetic now was her sleeveless black top. And yet he remained in everything but those supple lambskin gloves and his padded suit jacket.

"Of course not, mi amor. You like what I do to you too much," Elora said. He reached for her cock again, tugging on it to adjust how it sat against her, shifting it up over her mons to expose her cunt to him.

"Watch that mouth, boy," she said. The scolding was half-hearted at best. She would admit to a bit of pride that he had the nerve to talk back to her like this. To shamelessly comb through the wiry, matted hairs of her bush with the same fingers that had been curled around a knife a moment ago. To slide two slender digits between the thick, slick lips of her cunt to tease her hole like she would make herself even easier for him.

"As long as you don't close yours," he shot back. His voice was a winding murmur as if the scent of her had struck him into a trance. He kissed his way up her shaft again, and slid a finger into her. "I want to hear how good I make you feel."

Sevika sucked in a breath to answer him for that. She didn't get the chance. She was soaked enough for him to slip another finger into her right next to the first, and it feeling that as he started sucking on her again was too damn much. She groaned and curled her fingers around the edge of the desk. Her mechanical ones creaked with faint protest at the intensity, or perhaps that was the wood itself. She didn't know, and she didn't care, because her lover was hooking his fingers and pumping his fist like he was trying to wring moisture out of her cock that wasn't there. The dual sensation, the sight of him blowing her and feeling of him filling her at the same time, was intoxicating.

Her head swam in the mounting lust she felt as he curled his fingers over and over again, slowly increasing his pace as he took her cock in deeper. The quiet clicking sounds of her dripping cunt were masked by his sucking, and she could feel herself tightening around him. It didn't feel like enough. There were no burning slivers of pain alongside the bliss he pressed into her. No aching stretch. She wanted that weaving through her.

She knew the damned beautiful boy on his knees for her would be too careful for that. Too considerate of her body's potential limitations. Just because she was starting to go gray and her joints crackled like wood being split sometimes didn't mean she couldn't take a few fingers.

She grabbed at his hair again, but she didn't guide him the way she had before. She just swept it up to get a good look at his lips wrapped around her and spoke. "Be good 'n gimme another."

Elora paused in the constant bobbing of his head and pulled back to let the head of her cock rest on his tongue. He kept stroking her as if to wring her out onto the pink flesh and obeyed. He made a soft moaning sound as her slick walls swallowed up a third finger with very little resistance. Slowly he pushed in deeper, testing what she could take, seeking her depths until the low sounds of pleasure she gifted him began to climb in pitch. Until her breath caught again. And he felt her buck her hips to chase more when he curled all three fingers together.

"That's it," she panted. "Good boy." She could see a sparkle leap into his golden eyes at the praise and scratched at his scalp to reward him some more. "Don't let up," she ordered. She had to find a way to keep her footing somehow, even with three of his fingers stuffing her and his pretty little mouth caressing her cock again.

Elora let out another pleased little hum as she scratched him, slowly thrusting his fingers back and forth. She got tighter every time he loudly sucked, every time he firmly pumped her with his hand. When he pressed in deep enough for the meat of his palm to come flush with the thick length of her hard clit. He would have smiled if his lips hadn't been stretched around her cock over the way her head fell back the second he applied pressure there. He felt his own cock throbbing in his pants feeling her grind into his palm, his skin more slick than it had been from stroking her.

Sevika had been about to breathe out another foolish tumble of curses when a knock sounded at the door. Her entire body went rigid for a second, and she hissed at finally getting a spark of the pain she'd been seeking. Just for the wrong reason. It was a stranger. She and her staff had a knock that announced them to each other. The random scattering of strikes that echoed through the room was nothing like it. She couldn't very well move with three of Elora's fingers still crammed inside of her and his mouth on her cock. She heaved a deep sigh, her whole body bowing forward as she glanced down at her discarded pants and boots.

The stranger knocked again as Elora slowly pulled his fingers out of her. He stood gracefully, letting go of the cock he had been toying with and pulled the handkerchief out again. Only he locked eyes with Sevika and slid his shiny fingers between his own lips. One at a time, he licked them clean, then wiped off his hand in the same swift, methodical fashion as before. His lips curled in an impish smile as he folded it up, only this time, he lifted it to his nose and drew in a deep breath before he tucked it away again.

There was a third knock. Louder this time. Sharper. Speaking to the kind of impatience that might lead to the door being opened.

Sevika's stomach sank for a moment. Then she watched the way Elora looked her up and down slowly and any anxiety she might have felt over the state she was in was burned away.

"Stay," he said. Not with the tone of a servant or assistant. The tone of a handler.

He turned on his heel and swiftly made his way through the labyrinth she had formed of the room. He folded the hand that still smelled faintly of his lover behind his back and opened the door with a neutral expression.

The young man on the other side was dressed in maroon, black, and white. His hair was cut shorter on the sides of his head than the top, and he looked reasonably irritated over the minute or so he had been forced to wait. He squared his shoulders and offered Elora a small envelope with a small maroon seal. The exact same shade as the young man's suit jacket and pants.

"Councilor Abernathy regrets to inform you that he will be unable to attend the meeting scheduled for later this afternoon," he said. His tone was flat yet polite. But he had opted for the most neutral way of delivering the message, which had to be deliberate. There was no 'offer the Councilor of Zaun my regards' or an offer to reschedule. Only more time suddenly offered up.

Elora fought a smile. Ultimately this was disheartening given the merchant dynasty status of the Councilor who had remained silent earlier that day and was now brushing Sevika off on a more personal note. Selfishly, Elora was glad to be given the chance to more thoroughly enjoy her Councilor and lover's time. He would make this up to her.

"How unfortunate. I shall be sure to reschedule at his earliest convenience. Expect a list of options from me first thing tomorrow morning. Thank you, Matthew," he said.

All he received was a curt nod in return before the young man turned his back. Elora shut the door behind him and took the latter with him to the desk where Sevika was waiting. She looked displeased, glowering in his direction with her thighs still spread and her hands gripping the edge of the desk. She managed to remain imposing even with nothing on except for a black sleeveless shirt and her strap on.

"Our next meeting is canceled," Elora said. And for a moment, the scowling line of her mouth and furrow in her brow softened into an expression of genuine disappointment. He couldn't tolerate it. He set the envelope down at the far end of the desk, then closed the space between them again.

He didn't give her the chance to speak. They both knew this was unfair. They both knew it was likely a targeted slight. There was no point in discussing it. He cupped her handsome face in both hands, tracing her sharp cheekbones with the pads of his thumbs, and said, "Don't worry, I'll handle it." He could see a storm building behind her gray eyes, competing with the lust that lingered there. He pressed himself against her and felt her wrap her right arm around him as she had before, her left hand landing on his hip. He took the invitation for what it was and kissed her.

It wasn't a minute of Elora's lips sliding against her own before Sevika wanted to grab at the hands on her face to put them somewhere lower. Today's assembly in the chambers hadn't been a complete waste of time. She'd chalk that up as today's win. One was enough. One round with Elora, however, wasn't nearly enough. At the first low sound she made, he smoothed his hands down the sides of her neck to grasp her shoulders and held her fast as he pulled back.

"Turn around and bend over. You're taking my whole hand," he said.

Sevika's brows shot up, but her grip on him tightened. The thought of being split open to that point again for the first time in what felt like ages, by the lovely boy who'd managed it the first time, in this office of all places, made her cunt twitch. She wasn't sure if she'd be able to manage it, but if they suddenly had hours and he wasn't kicking right into work mode, she'd take it.

She still had to push back out of principle. Even if his hands running down both of her arms before he grabbed her by her bare hips distracted her for a moment. "Who's the one in charge here, pretty boy?" She watched his shapely lips form a slight curl. His soft, elegant hands reached around to grab her by the ass she had been perching on the desk.

"Look down at yourself to find our answer, handsome," he said. He gave the round, firm flesh in his hand a squeeze before letting her go and stepping back. "Do that later, if you would be so kind, actually. I would like to refrain from repeating myself." He unbuttoned the cuff of his right sleeve and began to carefully roll it up his arm.

Sevika eyed him with a smirk growing on her own face. "Showing some more skin to convince me?" She chuckled. "I'm shocked you didn't stop at the wrist."

Elora tilted his head as he continued carefully tucking the fabric of his sleeve into itself, attempting to minimize wrinkles. "This is to prevent from staining my sleeve. You've already made a mess of yourself, mi amor, and if this goes the way I would like it to, we won't have time for me to change."

How many times had Sevika been put on her back foot by him? She'd lost track. Today? Three times at the very least. That was the kind of thing she scolded girls for. To have him call her on the way her inner thighs already felt sticky. How she was already getting hard again from his light scolding. She glanced at the hand he'd been fucking her with already and took a deep breath. She wanted it. She wanted to take it until she was such a mess she managed to ruin something on his pristine clothing anyway.

He took a step back, forcing her to either put up more of a fight by clinging or let him go. She released him and turned around once she had enough room. He watched her pause and reached up to smooth a hand across her broad back, the sculpted muscle he knew was underneath her deep brown skin concealed by soft black fabric. "Would you prefer another position?" he asked. "Or taking this to the couch?" The offers were genuine; as much as he loved the idea of worshipping her in this particular spot, he would adjust any plans he had in favor of whatever she desired more.

Sevika sighed and shoved at the accessories and fabric scattered across the desk behind her. It forced the folders out of their perfect parallel lines on the far side of it, but she couldn't bring herself to care. She wouldn't apologize for disrupting his presentation of her documents. She assumed that her bending over in front of him would take priority, and she was right. She felt both of his hands land on her ass cheeks as soon as she brought her lower abdomen flush with the edge of the polished wood.

"Go for it," she said. She wouldn't beg him still. She never did that if she could help it, but she knew he needed orders to follow. Permission to pry her fully open.

Elora dropped to his knees again. Just one more time before he set himself to right and did as he was told. He pressed his fingertips into the luscious muscle offered to him and spread her open enough for him to press his face between her round cheeks. He heard her moan at the first touch of his outstretched tongue to her honeyed flesh. So slick already, but it wouldn't be enough to take his fist. He couldn't much remedy that with his mouth, either, but he just needed to taste her again.

He dragged his tongue through the thick lips of her cunt with a low sound of bliss, his senses suddenly swimming with her scent, her rich, tangy flavor, the weight of her in his hands, the soft rub of her skin. He was getting slicker by the second in his own boxers, completely denied by how desperate he was to serve her. He felt the need to work twice as hard now that they'd been handed another setback by that messenger. He would empty her mind of any stress that had come from the interruption. He would unwind the stress that had bound itself up in her earlier than that, in the Council chamber. 

Sevika rocked back, placing more of her weight on her heels, just as she felt him drawing away. She huffed in open disappointment until she felt those fingers gliding over her hole again. He didn't hesitate to dip them back in, two at once, and she shifted to stand over the desk with her legs further apart. Inviting him silently. And she felt his other hand running up her thigh, over her hip, to grab her by the waist. A self-satisfied smile curled her lips as she bent her arms and laid down flat on the desk. Eager boy. He'd learned from her.

Elora sighed as he slid in to the knuckle, slowly hooking his fingers as he had before. He spread them apart, pressing outward against the slick heat surrounding him. It was easy to add a third, and he repeated the motion until the woman bowed in front of him let out a low hiss. He would have hesitated at that point if she hadn't rocked back into him, demanding more. He let go of her waist, reaching into the pocket of his trousers, and withdrew the small bottle he had stashed there. He set it down on the desk beside her.

Sevika heard the sound of something hitting the wood beneath her and picked her head up to see what it was. She let out a low chuckle even as she felt the slight burn of him stretching her deeper than he had before. "When'd you get your hands on that?" How long had he been planning to stuff her beyond what she could get wet enough for? She knew that jar was from this desk, and they had been in here before the Council convened.

Elora planted his hand on Sevika's back, between her wide shoulders, and followed the line of her spine as he slowly pumped his fingers back and forth. He watched her shoulder blades shift, the waxy, scarred skin on the left side stretching under the black fabric covering it. He spread all three of his fingers apart, and she shivered. Her breathing was already ragged, but that was all she let him hear. It wasn't enough.

He withdrew again, this time grabbing the bottle and opening it so he could add the contents of it to the wet stickiness that had already been making it so easy to fill her. It was a cool contrast to her feverish flesh, but it wouldn't last long that way. He pointed his middle and ring fingers together, the tip of one resting on top of the other, and entered her again. He had no intention of teasing anymore. He would fuck her open the way she did to him. And Mel. And had done to countless others beyond the partners they shared.

For several long moments, the two of them breathed together as he slid in his pointer finger alongside the other two. The tips of his first and third fingers touching inside of the older woman, the length of them sinking in until her warm arousal could begin coating his palm again.

"Fuck, that's good," Sevika groaned. He wasn't as focused on curling or thrusting now. He'd loosened her up already, and his tongue had helped relax her further. She'd folded her arms on top of each other, her right cushioning her from the metal of her left as she rested her forehead against her own rapidly warming skin. His slender digits spread apart for a brief moment, coaxing the depths of her cunt to open as much as the fluttering entrance of it.

Elora rubbed soothing circles on her back as he withdrew just enough to join his pinky to his ring finger. The four of them pressed a deep, shuddering moan out of her. He ran his hand down to the hem of her black wifepleaser, already riding up her back to expose the base of her spine, and slid his hand up underneath it. "Need more, love?" he crooned to her. "Don't worry, I have no intention of stopping. You need this as much as I do."

Sevika could have spat out a demand for him to watch his mouth again or told him to swap places with her so she could bury the strap dangling between her spread thighs in him instead. She knew he was ruining his boxers all over again just from fucking her. But she wanted him to stretch her more. Wanted to feel impaled over this stupid, gaudy desk in this room the size of a warehouse near the top of a tower she'd never wanted to set foot in. Doing shit like this made it worth it. She'd hate sitting in the chair across from her later less if she could remember how it felt to have this beautiful boy shove his fist into her.

She didn't say a word. She rocked her hips to feel his fingers sliding back and forth, the stretch at the base of them giving her the slivers of pain she had been aching for. She arched her back with a breathless curse as he matched her motions, withdrawing slightly when she leaned further into the desk, then sinking in as she shifted back again. Over and over, they built a slow rhythm where he bottomed out inside of her each time.

And she couldn't control herself through it. Not how she sounded, at least. Chest-deep rumblings were broken by softer sounds. Moaning, sighs, and finally a gasp when he dripped more lube onto her and grabbed her by the hip. He dug his fingertips into the wide curve of it and pressed his own crotch to her left thigh.

"Hold still, mi amor. I don't want this to hurt in the bad way." His voice was soft, a stark contrast to his almost bruising grip on her. He had borrowed that language from her. She loved indulging in pain. She wasn't nearly the only one among their shared lovers who felt that way. But there was a difference between hurt and harm that she had taught him alongside so much else. She clearly wanted the kind of aching stretch that he craved from her larger straps, the monstrous ones. Where he'd struggle to stand afterward and grow hard at the pangs in his lower abdomen when he sat down.

Sevika did as she was told without a hint of protest. This was the part where he needed her effort. It wasn't enough for her to stand here and take it, she needed to remain relaxed. To not clench around him the way that felt natural when he pressed and pushed more waves of sharpening pleasure through her. She sucked in a deep breath, her stomach expanding and lifting her atop the desk for a moment. As she slowly released it, she felt him adding more lube. And then pushing further in.

Elora watched with a combination of lustful wonder and concern as the puffy rim of her cunt stretched further and further. He had tucked his thumb in tight against his palm, the tip of it resting against the inside of his middle finger's third joint. He could feel a strain from holding his fingers in position, but he refused to break it. He wouldn't be able to fully penetrate her otherwise. He paused at the point where his palm began, his fine-boned knuckles flush with the fluttering hole of his lover. Her panting was ragged at this point. He realized he had been holding his breath. Waiting for her to ask him to stop. Waiting for a sound of genuine pain.

None of it came. Sevika of Zaun remained bent over the desk of the Kiramman family with her back arched and her cunt dripping down her inner thighs. Had some of it gotten onto the rug underneath the two of them? He had no idea, but he hoped it had. He wanted this whole room stained with her pleasure. 

He breached her with his major knuckles slowly. He forced himself to breathe through it as he felt the strain this was putting on her. Her flesh felt taut against his, but she was warm and slick as ever. The slide was the easy part. Whether he would fit was harder. He knew he could from prior instances, but each time it took patience.

"You're doing so well, mi amor," he sighed to her. He slid his hand up from her hip to her waist again, hiking up her wifepleaser and keeping her anchored. He paused and waited for resistance. She still offered none, only panting and groaning quietly into the crook of her right arm.

Sevika felt his fingertips pressing into some deep, hidden part of her that was rarely reached as he kept moving. She had passed the broadest point of his hand already, but there was a ways to go. It wasn't enough yet. There was still his palm. That soft little palm with gold sparkling in the lines that reached across it; Mel had memorized even that detail of his body. But she hadn't felt any part of him inside of her before Sevika had changed his shape, molded him into a lover even she could trust with this.

"Keep goin'," she muttered. "Gimme the whole thing, boy." She'd dropped half of his usual nickname in making the demand. She wanted him to hear her certainty. This was starting to really make her ache, but she was damn near grinning about it. Let him reach his wrist and maybe she would beg. She heaved another sigh and let herself melt onto the solid surface of the desk as he turned his hand and slid in even deeper.

Elora could have met her with a taunt or the kind of banter he had been offering before. He didn't. She looked too lovely as he hiked the last piece of clothing covering her up higher and higher, exposing the endless expanse of her scarred back to him. He bowed over her and pressed a kiss to the dip in her spine just before the swell of her ass. She shivered, flexing her shoulder blades beneath his fingertips. "We're almost there, mi amor. Breathe for me," he said.

Sevika felt his fingers curling inside her again, only it wasn't the hooking motions used to stroke her engorged clit from the other side, he was bringing his fingers in toward each other. She could feel as he formed a fist, and finally, his palm sank in to the wrist. Sevika's knees felt weak, and she was grateful for a second that this desk was a million pounds, because she could go limp on it without so much as a creak from the wood.

She could feel every tiny move of Elora's fingers inside her as his fist forced her cunt into a shape it almost never took. Every shaky breath she managed to suck in was shot through with soft moans, even a whimper when he tightened his fist and turned it. "F-Fuck, don't-," she swallowed and forced the words out before he thought she was asking him to stop, "-don't pull out. Lemme get used to it." She whined at the feeling of his hand roaming her back again.

"I wouldn't dream of it, querida. You're so beautiful like this. Just enjoy yourself," he said. His voice was as much a caress on her overwhelmed senses as the hand now making its way back to her hip. He pressed his lips together to stifle a soft moan of his own as the slick muscles he had pushed to their limits squeezed him. That had to hurt in the best way. He leaned his full weight on the back of her thigh, then bowed over her ass. He rested his cheek on the bare skin of her back, flexing his fingers again to pull another moan from her.

There couldn't be much movement when it came to this. No rocking or thrusting. Just the unyielding outward press of a massive intrusion within Sevika. She swore she could feel those delicate knuckles in her stomach as he bent them to constrict his fist more tightly. She hissed out another curse as he turned his hand over yet again, pressing a kiss to her shoulder blade as he slid his hand between her upper stomach and the desk. She knew where he was aiming for, the greedy thing. She picked her head up from where she'd crammed it into the crook of her right arm and braced herself on her elbows.

Elora understood the invitation and ran his hand further up still. He hiked the fabric bunched up underneath her right breast over the softness hanging over the desk. A breathless moan ghosted across her skin when he rolled her hard nipple between his fingertips and felt her squeeze him. He kissed his way to the center of her back, arm outstretched to keep toying with her nipple. He shifted his fingers again to press outward more, feeling her walls fluttering as if to expel him. The broken sound that drew from her made him smile into the curve of her spine.

"Don't gotta...be gentle there," she said. "Already got...a fist in me. Why bother." Her words were spaced out by her quivering breaths. Her chest was already sensitive as hell, to the point that she usually steered lovers away from giving it too much attention, but she was already feeling split in fucking half. What difference would some more barely tolerable pleasure make? She could feel her heartbeat in her goddamn teeth, and he was making it worse by the second.

She dropped her head down when he pinched and tugged at her nipple in the same moment he rotated his wrist to give her more internal friction. The sensations of pure electricity racing from the hardened nub in his fingers and tortured rim of her cunt seemed to meet in the middle and shocked her brain numb. "Fuck! Ah- s-shit, baby-!" she babbled. Her teeth ground together as a sound of near agony followed him palming at her tit and slowly uncurling his fist.

Sevika was shaking underneath him as Elora continued his experimental movements, alternating between massaging the supple flesh in his right hand and pinching at the hardness in its center. Every time he gave her a little tug, she clenched weakly around him. Her dripping cunt could only manage so much when taking the shape of his fist. He hummed low and followed the line of her spine down again. He wanted to see how she'd react to another part of her being toyed with while she was soaking his wrist.

Sevika collapsed back down onto the desk as soon as he quit giving her tit so much attention. She was fighting to get air in, resting her forehead on her right arm again as her jaw hung loose. She wasn't even aware a trickle of drool had slithered out from between her full lips and dripped onto the desk. Only that Elora's lips were brushing the small of her back, making her tighten again. And then they were on one of her ass cheeks. He had to be kneeling.

The sound Sevika made when Elora reached beneath the hand he'd crammed inside of her to stroke her throbbing clit between two of his fingers would be burned into his mind for the rest of his life. A brief, crackling keen that plummeted into a growl so deep and resonant it felt like it should have shook the desk and the windows behind it. She writhed atop the desk like she was trying to crawl away, but there was nowhere for her to go. Her legs trembled, her knees bending, but not enough for her to drop onto the floor.

Elora rotated his hand again and ground his palm against the swollen length of her, fingertips brushing the shaft of the strap still dangling in front of her cunt. And he felt her squeeze his fist tighter than ever before. He broke out into a grin and planted a kiss on her ass cheek that was almost cruel in its gentleness.

"Can't-" she gasped out.

Elora rubbed his palm back and forth, curling his hand into a tighter fist to give her the chance to keep clenching. She did. And he heard something scrape the surface of the desk. She was clawing at it. "That is not our safeword, love."

"Fuckin'- evil boy-," she managed through gritted teeth.

Elora allowed himself a decadent chuckle, rocking his palm back and forth against her as she twitched and jerked like she was fighting the urge to move her hips with him. She probably felt like she couldn't with his fist lodged inside her. He felt her contract again, then again, the involuntary motions occurring closer together.

"Can't fuckin' cum like this-" she whined. "Can't-"

"Yes you can, mi amor," he said. He kissed the back of her thigh and continued gathering her slick in his right palm. Her scorching walls reacted to every bit of friction, encouraging him to continue as he was, keeping her stuffed past the point of lingering strain.

Sevika tried to deny it again. She couldn't get her mouth to form words anymore. Couldn't get her lips to press together. She was panting and groaning aloud, rocking onto her toes like she'd somehow be able to run from the scalding pleasure that consumed her. Too much. It was too much. Had been more than she could handle before he started jerking her off again. She'd lost her voice and her mind between his ruthless hands.

And something did break when he dragged his palm across her pulsing clit to stroke her with his fingers again. Rapid contractions around the tight fist he'd kept his hand in. Her voice, fractured and guttural, echoing around the room as he slowly pointed his fingers again. Her whole body rigid and shuddering, her left arm glowing such a vibrant neon green for a moment it was visible even in the afternoon light. Tears rolled down her cheeks, dropping onto a folder he'd laid out for her.

Elora withdrew from her as carefully as he'd pressed in. He moved with agonizing slowness as his knuckles spread her out to her limit again. He marveled at the sheen on his own skin. Evidence of her arousal that he could taste and feel lingering on him even as he lost the blissful pressure of her cunt around him. He licked his right hand clean without hesitating, staring at the gaping void of his lover's pussy as it twitched in an attempt to adjust to his absence.

He leaned forward to kiss her cum-slicked inner thigh, feeling her thighs still quivering against his skin. His right hand smoothed along the outside of it. The sound of her ragged panting above him curled his lips into a self-satisfied smile. "You did so well, mi amor."

Sevika slowly pushed herself up on shaky arms, still breathing as heavy as she did after a brawl. "Goddamn right," she said. "You ever killed somebody this way, pretty boy? Almost did me in, fuck."

Elora chuckled as he wiped off his left hand to further saturate the handkerchief he was keeping as a souvenir. He would need to properly wash it before they stepped out again, but for now, he liked the lingering, sticky dampness that clung to his skin. He grabbed her by the hips to pull himself up to stand. He wrapped his arms around his waist and squeezed her tight, kissing her between her shoulder blades, just beneath her neck. "Do you want another drink?" he asked.

"Gimme a second. Janna, you're a piece of fuckin' work," she muttered. Her voice was a rasp, and her heart was still jumping between her ribs. She needed to sit down, but part of her wasn't sure if she'd make it to the couch across the room. Her cunt was aching inside and out, her clit so hard she didn't want to close her thighs to walk and give it any more friction. Shit, she'd have to put her pants back on at some point. She'd think about that later.

Elora chuckled and rubbed his cheek against her heated skin. She was slippery all over and smelled like musk and clean sweat along with a hint of smoke that lingered from an earlier break. He was sure she'd want some more of that. He would be happy to provide. Maybe even partake. He certainly felt that he'd earned it.

It was several long moments of him clinging to her, feeling her breathe into the arms he'd lashed around her, listening to her heartbeat, before she rolled her shoulders back and straightened to her full height. She shoved her harness off her hips and stepped out of it, then left it on the desk with everything else that had been discarded so he could fuck the brakes off of her. He let her go so she could turn and head for the couch. He made his way around the desk with a smile still curling his lips to fetch her a few things before he joined her. The cigarette case from inside of the pouch she kept tucked into her pants, a glass bottle of chilled water from the ice box beside the liquor cabinet, and two ripe peaches from a basket on top of the cabinet.

He stepped past the divider surrounding the couch and found her standing by the couch rather than sitting. "Is everything alright?" he asked.

She beckoned him with her metal fingers. "Gimme that cloth you keep using. I'll sit on that so we don't gotta launder this whole thing."

Elora offered her the bottle to free up one of his hands. Then she took the peaches with her other. He pulled out the handkerchief and flicked it open, placing it on one of the cushions. It was large enough when fully unfolded to span a full square, and would provide enough coverage for her to sit with her legs spread as she normally did. He took the peaches from her as she dropped herself onto it with a huff. He eyed her thick thighs as she settled onto it with them spread wide open enough for him to see her glistening cunt still on display. His boxers were ruined, soaked clean through to the point that he was sure he'd created another wet patch in his pants. Part of him ached to feel all that muscle under him again.

Sevika sank back into the couch with her left arm splayed out across the back of it, her right hand popping open the cap on the bottle so she could drain half of it in one go. Elora had wrung her dry, but she had to spare him a sip or two. She eyed him as he carefully toed off his shoes and left them by the couch so he could climb onto it. He leaned into her left side, tucking his legs beneath him. She dropped her arm around him and tugged him in closer.

Neither of them spoke for the moment. Elora reached back into his waistcoat and withdrew another knife. This one was serrated. He sliced one of the peaches in half, then cut it down further and held up a piece for her.

It was the kind of thing that would normally get on Sevika's nerves. She wasn't a child who needed to be handfed. She knew he didn't mean it that way. Hell, he probably felt like he owed it to her after fucking her so deep she still felt an ache blooming in what felt like her stomach. So she accepted the sweet piece of fruit and set the bottle down. She'd give it to him when he asked for it.

He alternated slices between the two of them until both fruits were gone and he was left with two pits that he skewered on the blade and set on the opposite arm of the couch like a playful warning. For who, it wasn't clear. He cleared his throat before trying to reach across her for the bottle. She tightened her left arm around him so she could hand it off instead. He finished its contents and returned it to the floor before he curled up tighter under the heated metal she covered him with.

Sevika let her eyes close as she felt him wrap his arms around her waist again. The pressure was welcome. Made her feel like he was squeezing her back together after blasting her to pieces. She felt her heartbeat slow to an even pace again. Her head clearing until she could pick it up again and reach across her own torso to cup his face. He'd shut his eyes, too, cheek pressed into the bound side of her chest. He looked quite peaceful. Not the calm mask he wore. Genuine contentment.

His eyes opened when she smoothed a rough thumb over his lips. He pursed them to press a kiss to the pad of the finger. Then moved up on his knees and unlaced his fingers. One hand rested between her shoulders while the other splayed out over her sternum. He tilted his head to press into her hand as it slid past his face to cup the back of his head, fingers tangling in his hair.

Sevika kissed him. Slow. Gentle. And it made her heart start to race under his hand all over again. He didn't deepen it. Didn't smear her tongue with her own flavor; she could smell herself on his face. He didn't grope her or roll his body against her. Just pressed in close and held her. She wanted more of this, too.

She broke the kiss after several quiet moments of bliss and ran her left hand down his back. She gave him another squeeze, trying to pull him further into her, as if that were possible. He wrapped his arms around her neck and tossed a leg over her left thigh. He hummed softly as he pressed his face into the side of her neck and melted into her, his knees framing her thigh. He settled his full weight on it, and she felt herself soothed further by the pressure. She had meant to ask him for one of the blunts she'd brought with her. That could wait. This felt better than whatever high waited for her after a few puffs of smoke.

Elora dragged his fingertips through the buzzed hair at the back of her head until she let out a low, pleased hum, and smiled into the scarred skin against his face. He felt her hands settle on him, one at the small of his back while the other held the side of his thigh. Both were cradled in the other. Both were at ease.

Whatever waited for them outside of each other's arms, whoever they had to become, didn't matter yet.

Shoutout to my wonderful loved ones for contributing to Sevika's staffers!!

My amazing girlfriend @sevikaslatinawife for Jackal, the Head of Security!

My friend @glossyduckie for Anais, the Surgeon General!

My #1 enabler @melmunchmedarda for Amadea, the Chief Engineer!

My friend @nocturnalfemme for Starlisa, the Communications Liaison!

And the newest person I've dragged into this little canon of mine @dykeasaurwrites for Bruise, the Director of Youth Programs!

Thank you all for trusting me with your barbies! I can't wait to write more of them!

Credit to @olenvasynyt for the purple dividers

Credit to @strangergraphics for the gold lace dividers

Credit to @saradika-graphics for the art deco gold dividers