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The Day of Memories was cherished by everyone in this new world. Talks said the event was close to an Old World festival held every year at a similar time. But the way these Old World people were enjoying it was definitely different from what was going on in the Free Cities.
In Highwind, citizens were disguising themselves as monsters and chasing one another for scarfs of color. Em had heard how the city of Portia was enjoying the day, with a basic chase in the city street and collecting tokens to get points. So she wasn’t surprised when she saw Sandrock had its own variety of the festival.
She hadn’t expected, however, having to hide in barrels or behind old wood planks, keeping still and holding her breath so that the hunter couldn’t find her. Her heart beating so fast, she thought everybody in town could hear it.
This year was her second participation in the event. It had been more than a year; she was in Sandrock, now. And this year has been easier to play, because she finally knew everybody in town and was able to guess if they would be thorough in their search or not.
Now it was her turn to hunt. Armed with her fake pistol-shaped radar, she was running on the wooden platform of Water World. She stopped in front of a pile of water tanks, right at the feet of the stairs leading to Arvio’s storage.
She examined it carefully, certain to have seen it move for a second. The barrel in the middle was smaller than the others and that size was way too small for a grown up man to hide inside. Among all the players Em knew were ghosts this turn, it could only be:
“Mi-An, I found you!” Em pushed the trigger, and the radar emitted a noise of recognition.
The petite builder lifted the cover of her small barrel and stood up.
“Oh, I really thought I had found a nice hiding place!” she said. Her pout quickly disappeared for a smile. “Good job finding me!”
Em laughed and let her run to join the other found ghosts, who greeted her amusedly. She will do better next year.
There was still time before the end of the round. The bell had yet to ring, meaning the hunt wasn’t finished and few ghosts still wandered around.
Looking at the oasis down the stairs, Em decided not to go investigate there. It was night and therefore dangerous. She didn’t want to fall into the water after slipping on a soggy newspaper. Burgess would never forgive her.
She went down the few stairs leading to the path with closed shops, trying to spot any suspicious object or things that changed from usual. Unfortunately, nothing really caught her eye. The last step creaked under her boots and she jolted, surprised. A little scream even escaped her.
Em heard a voice. A laugh? Maybe. Someone was around, she was certain of it. She scanned the area, squinting her eyes. She knew that old bucket inside the tire, the three enormous boxes (maybe some of Arvio’s supplies?) against the building, the other barrel… Nothing was out of the ordinary here.
She about-faced, wanting to look in another area, when she felt a grip on her arm that yanked her toward the side of the stairs and through. Her back contacted solid and warmth, and she felt herself lose balance.
Em closed her eyes and tensed to face the blow of the fall, but it never came.
“W-what?” She lifted her eyes to see who was responsible for this dangerous affair.
“U-Unsuur?” For sure, her boyfriend smiled at her, reaching with his long arms to put back the corrugated sheet in place and hide them from the outside. “What are you doing? I thought you weren’t playing this ye-”
The bell rang to end the game round. All ghosts had been found, and the players were asked to gather on the plaza to prepare for the final round.
Em tried to look at Unsuur, but he was holding her between his legs in a tight hug. She wasn’t able to see his face.
“You know that was dangerous, right?” she told him, slightly disapprovingly. She wasn’t able to be totally mad, as she knew he took care not to hurt her.
“I wanted to spend some time with you,” Unsuur responded. “I missed you this week.”
Em chuckled. “I have been quite busy with the preparations indeed…”
Em had spent the last few days answering urgent commissions to make decorations and gifts for the Day of Memories festival. In result, Unsuur and she had barely any time to meet more than the usual wave when crossing paths in the city.
“It could have waited after the hunt,” she said.
“No.” The answer was blunt and made her blush. She could feel a tension between them that needed an outlet.
“What about this? You just patient thirty more minutes and I mee-”
“Shhh,” he soothed in her ear, placing a hand on her lips, so she stopped speaking.
Footsteps coming from above reached them, and Em recognized the voices of Grace and Arvio, fellow hunters.
“Look, there is the weapon here!” the boy exclaimed. Peach , Em had dropped it in her confusion. “Do you think it’s Emelynn’s?”
“She’s the only one who hasn’t returned so, yes,” the woman answered. She took the gun and put it against her shoulder. She looked badass. Em could see her between the steps of the stair, scanning the area, and in particular the oasis, probably for the possibility of Em falling in it.
Em’s breath hitched when she felt one foreign hand - Unsuur’s - unbuttoning the top of her blouse and sliding between the layers. The tip of his cold fingers caressed the hem of her bra, giving her shivers. She silently protested by biting into the hand in front of her mouth. The last thing she wanted was to be found out by her friends.
“Did she give up on the game?” Arvio insisted on asking. He came closer to the cluster of abandoned material next to the stairs. Em couldn’t see him anymore, but she prayed he’d never think of looking under the stairs.
Unsuur reached under her bra, gently holding her breast. His index finger poked at her nipple, which hardened instantly. She shot him a pleading look to stop, as best as she could in their position, but his smile made her heart skip a beat. At that moment, her throat tightened at the frustration of not being able to jump and kiss his mouth. She didn’t care if she was going to make noise and have them being found out.
A rattle sound next to her made her jump against Unsuur’s chest, and her eyes flew to the metal sheet that was covering them from view.
Ok, she still minded a little. Mostly it was Arvio who was going to find her.
That didn’t stop Unsuur from moving his hand from her mouth, knowing she’d stay silent, to stride along her body, drawing patterns against her belly that stirred butterflies.
Unsuur found the hem of her long skirt. With no resistance from her, he dug under the elastic and met with her underwear. Em felt the muscles of her pussy quiver as she let a breath escape her. Luckily for her, the sound was muffled enough by her closed lips.
“Wait, Arvio.” Grace said. Panicked, Em forced them both to stay still, laying a hand over Unsuur’s. He complied there , but still nibbled at her nipple with his fingers. A few seconds passed. Grace could look down and see them at any moment.
“Hmm.” The woman put a foot on the creaking step. “Guess we will tell the others that she went home,” she concluded, surprising Em. “Come on, Arvio.” The shopkeeper stopped jumbling the makeshift door and went up the stairs with her, talking about strategies for the last round of the hunt.
“That was close,” Em whispered when the voices vanished.
Unsuur’s lips were at her ear when he whispered, “Nobody will find us here, you know.” His voice sent shivers all over her body and she relaxed her hand that was holding his between her legs.
He didn’t lose a second and resumed massaging over her panties. Each stroke he did over her clit made her wetter, and she felt the fabric of her underwear becoming uncomfortably humid against her skin. Unsuur was pressing his index finger deliciously between her lips to her wet spot.
“You’re drenching,” he purred in her ear, and she made a noise while squirming in his arms.
“You should hurry,” Em said. “Or we're gonna be found out during the last game.”
“Hmm.”
Em gulped, understanding the meaning of his non-committed answer. Unsuur was going to take care of her on his terms. She shivered, thrilled.
His finger caressed her slit, up and down, sensually, with a gradual pressure that was making her pant. She pushed her hips into his touch.
He stopped playing with her left breast to work on unbuttoning the rest of her blouse instead.
“I won’t let you be naked,” he promised her, moving the fabric on both sides of her body. “I don’t want anyone to see you but me.”
Em replied with a moan. If she cared enough to reply properly, she would tell him they were better to go behind proper closed doors, where she’d be happy to get entirely naked for him.
He didn’t unclip her bra but moved it aside to free one of her breasts, which he went back to touch gently. Em intertwined her fingers behind Unsuur’s neck and settled herself more comfortably against him, spreading her legs. She had done a good thing that morning to wear a long skirt.
This gave him all the green lights he needed to finally push her underwear on the side and dip in her arousal. He toyed around her entrance, using her juice to coat his finger properly.
“Ready?”
“Yes!”
She silently gasped when he pushed into her pussy. Unsuur moved slowly to not hurt her, inserting his digit in steps while making sure he wasn’t going in dry.
Because of their situation, Em could only let her body express how she liked his ministrations by curving under his touch.
It wasn’t their first time together, and Unsuur always had been a wonderful lover, listening to her requests and learning from her moans. He knew where to hit in that precise position and what would make her go crazy. He easily found the tender spot inside her and started circling it. As expected, Em squirmed and had to bite her bottom lip to prevent herself from being too loud.
In the background of it all, the new and last round of the festival started. The ghost players ran all over, but none of them came around Water World and its flat of stairs. Unsuur didn’t stop, even became more daring and inserted a second finger in.
“F-fuck, Unsuur-” She couldn’t finish her sentence. Her words were gibberish moans because of the pleasure she was feeling.
He kissed her temple. Em turned her head up and found his lips to kiss him. It was an awkward position, but feeling his tongue in her mouth while being fingered helped her to get off more than she could have ever imagined before.
“Just like that,” she whispered between two kisses. He was using his thumb to draw circles over her clit and Peach , it was good .
The town became noisy again as the hunters were released to begin their chase. Em couldn’t keep up with the laborious task of listening if someone was close to their hiding spot. She preferred focusing on moving her hips on Unsuur’s fingers, fucking herself on them. Against her lower back, she could feel his dick straining against his uniform pants.
She’d love to feel it somewhere , be it her pussy or her mouth.
“False alert, nobody’s here!” a voice suddenly screamed, followed by two pairs of footsteps coming from further down and rushing up the stairs toward Burgess’s shop.
Their loud steps made the stairs tremble. Em tensed, closing her legs instantly, but Unsuur’s hand was positioned so well, his fingers right on her most sensitive point inside of her pussy that she instead brought more pleasure to herself. Her eyes rolled back in her skull and she gasped an audible “Ah!” that Unsuur devoured in a kiss.
Unsuur chuckled. “Are you getting off from the adrenaline?” he asked. His voice was languid.
She almost came. The realization made her blush.
“Sh-shut up,” Em shot back. Feeling her body releasing the apprehension but still building heat, she rocked her hips to make him resume. “Maybe you will make me develop a kink for outdoor sex.”
A pressure of his thumb against her clit, and Em bit her bottom lip. Unsuur buried his nose in her hair, giving kisses right behind her ear. “Wouldn’t be a problem to me.”
“Please,” she pleaded. “I don’t want to have the whole town looking at me like I’m a perv.”
“Simply don’t get caught.”
Em raised her face to look at him again, smiling. “What a simple solution.” She forced his head down so they could share a kiss.
Her tongue play in his mouth brought a groan up to his throat and she smiled. Unsuur was finally reaching the same frustration level as her. She licked his tongue, inviting him in her mouth. He fired back by sinking deeper in her pussy which made her shut her eyes and lose the thread of things.
“I’m close,” she told him.
“Hmm,” he said again in answer. “I want you.” Unsuur removed his fingers.
Em whimpered. “Have me.”
With a last flick of her clit, to which she cried out in pleasure, he removed his drenched fingers from her pussy. He drew apart from her and unzipped the top of his uniform to lay it out next to them, and then led her with gentle hands on it. “I want us to come together.”
He looked at Em with such glazed eyes; she gulped with apprehension and desire. She put her knees on the rolled jacket and went on all fours, putting her skirt up on her back and her panties down. In the corner of her eyes, she saw Unsuur removing his belts and undoing the top of his trousers to free his hard cock. The clicking sound of the metal buckle sounded loud in the middle of their silence, but she didn’t care anymore.
Her body was very close to release. He had frustrated her by stopping fingering her. The phantom sensations of his fingers in her and the shape of his hard dick against her back were still clear in her mind.
Anticipation of the fuck to come was making her shake. She wanted to feel him in her. Now.
He aligned himself behind her, his chest finding his position again against her back, his dick against her heat.
He kissed a patch of skin of her exposed neck.
“Come,” she purred, grinding her ass against him. Unsuur released a breath, as if he had been holding it until she gave him permission.
Slowly, he pushed his dick inside her pussy. Em felt her body opening, stretching around his cock. It did not hurt, but brought her to the very edge of the precipice of the orgasm she had been promised. Just a little more.
When the head fully passed her hole, Unsuur stopped moving.
“Are you ready?” he whispered.
Em nodded, lowering her forehead against her arms.
“Good.” Unsuur placed his hands on her hips and held them tight.
One. Hard. Maddening. Thrust. Sudden, rough, and delicious. And he was fully inside her. He filled her, walls molding the shape of his dick perfectly. He rubbed against every sensitive knot in her pussy.
Em blocked a very loud moan by biting into her arm. Her body shuddered, heated, and brought wave after wave of pleasure as she came on this simple thrust of his dick.
Unsuur felt it, and he didn’t hold back his own groan.
“You feel so good,” he slurred, giving a gentle bite to her shoulder. She didn’t answer him, too far away, riding her wave of pleasure.
Unsuur started moving his hips. He didn’t go gently, nor did he go roughly. He was simply enjoying the sensation of her tightened pussy, still squirming from the orgasm. Em panted at every time he buried his cock back in.
She rocked against him in his rhythm, trying to bring him as far in as possible. His grip tightened at her hips.
“Do you feel good?” Unsuur asked her.
“Y-yes.”
“Can you come again?”
“Please, I want to- aah!”
Unsuur grabbed her shoulder to raise her up, his dick finding another inch to dig in. He didn’t stop his motion, the loud noise of their fucking probably echoing around them. They passed caring. Every thought of the town hunting game has vanished from Em’s mind.
“U-Unsuur!” His hands were now holding her by her elbow and he was dominating the cadence and roughness of his thrusts. Em was loving every one of them, and it showed by her gasps and noises being not restrained anymore by her own hands.
“Soon?”
“Mmh!”
With one smooth motion, Unsuur held her with one arm against her middle while the other hand traveled to her clitoris to flick it.
Em immediately reacted to it, and her whole body shook. The walls of her pussy constricted around his dick, bringing him to orgasm, too. Her tender core felt the pumping of his dick shooting his cum in her.
They came together, and Em was seeing stars.
“Fuck, babe,” she said when she finally rode down her pleasure. Her pulse was still quick and her body was sweating. She needed a shower now.
“You’re so pretty,” he softly murmured. His voice was showing pure love, and she basked in it.
Unsuur kissed her temple again and removed his now soft dick from in her. Some of his come escaped to slide along her inner thigh.
“Don’t even think about it,” she warned, when she noticed his eyes following the drop.
He looked at her and shrugged.
He got up and put back his equipment around his hips. He helped her to put her clothes back on neatly.
“My place is closer. Come.” They opened the metal sheet to get out from under the stairs, and holding hands, they traveled discreetly to his little apartment.
A proper shower later, and the pair came back on time to the station to send the lanterns with the rest of the city.