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It was during one of their rare weekends off together that Navia mentioned it, being very aware of Clorinde’s aversion to interviews. They were outside having a picnic a little bit away from the Fountain of Lucine, the weather pleasantly clear and comfortably warm.
“To be clear… You want me to take part in this interview because Charlotte is going to let you be there with me?” Clorinde was puzzled. Charlotte had never pestered her for an interview ever since the first time she declined. To her, it seemed very out of the ordinary for the journalist to have a sudden change of heart.
Navia seemed shy at her response, wringing her hands and averting her gaze off in towards the dancing fountains of the Opera Epiclese. “Well… Yes, but also because the type of interview is… odd in a way.”
“Odd how?” Clorinde set the teacup she had in her hand back on its saucer on the blanket.
Navia huffed and crossed her arms, gnawing on her bottom lip. She sighed and returned her gaze to Clorinde. “Well, it’s…”
Her voice trailed off, and Clorinde realized fairly quickly that Navia felt awkward saying it out loud. She decided to not question it and leave it be, recalling Navia’s previous reactions to similar circumstances. She knew she might regret it later if it did end up being something weird, but Clorinde had complete trust in her. They’ve been together for as long as Clorinde could remember, albeit they were separated for three years. But she knew Navia wouldn’t suggest something unless she found it important, or in this case— intriguing.
“Hm... Well, if you’re going to be with me, I’m sure it’ll be fine. I trust that Charlotte will be respectful.”
Navia’s eyes widened, surprised that Clorinde gave in so readily. “You’ll do it? Are you sure? You can still decline. Charlotte won't hold it against you. Besides, it was just a silly-”
Clorinde huffed out a laugh at her rambling and reached a hand out to cup her cheek.
“Navia.”
Navia stilled and stopped talking, leaning into Clorinde’s hand and bringing her own up to hold it to her cheek.
“I’m okay with it as long as you are.” Clorinde continued, moving to clasp their hands together. “So don’t worry.”
Her eyes softened and she leaned in to press a chaste kiss to Navia’s lips, smiling when Navia made a noise and chased her as she pulled away. Clorinde turned to pick up a macaron, but Navia whined and brought her arms up to wrap around Clorinde’s neck, effectively bringing her attention back to her.
“Nooooo, come back,” she said, scooting closer until their knees were touching. Navia leaned in to brush her lips against Clorinde’s. “I missed you.”
Clorinde closed her eyes and kissed her firmly like she wanted, humming contentedly when Navia reciprocated eagerly.
It really had been awhile since they were last able to spend time together like this. The past few weeks had them both working to the bone. Navia had to arrange multiple different meetings with a variety of people, balancing securing funds for the Spina, and helping clients with their cases. Clorinde on the other hand, had an influx in duels because of a recent mass arrest of people involved in illegal weapons distribution.
Clorinde would be lying if she said it didn’t bother her. Truthfully, she missed Navia just as much. So, she didn’t resist when Navia straddled her, pressing them flush together. Instinctively, Clorinde’s hands moved to rest on her hips. Navia made a noise between a hum and a purr, licking and biting Clorinde’s bottom lip in an attempt to coax her into opening her mouth. As much as she wanted to continue, Clorinde knew that if she let Navia have her way, it wouldn't be long until she was tugging at her tie and unbuttoning her shirt. She pulled away reluctantly, and as expected, Navia tried to pull her back in.
“My love,” Clorinde murmured, resisting the pull and squeezing Navia’s waist in warning. “Not here.”
Navia’s eyes were hazy when they opened, taking a second to remember where they were. The look of realization on her face was something akin to a kicked puppy, and Clorinde found herself feeling slightly bad for ruining the moment.
“Unfortunately, I don’t feel like getting fined for public indecency.” She joked, laughing when Navia groaned and smacked her arm lightly.
Navia didn’t move from her position on Clorinde’s lap, demanding to be hand-fed as compensation for stopping her. They continued to enjoy their picnic until all the food that Navia prepared was gone, before packing everything up to head back to Poisson. Navia sent word to Charlotte about Clorinde agreeing to the interview, stating that the only day they’d be available together in the next few weeks was the next day. Thankfully, it was still daylight hours when the letter was sent, so by the evening, Charlotte’s reply was mailed in.
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Clorinde found herself feeling nervous when she and Navia arrived at Hotel Debord, earlier than the agreed meeting time. She has avoided interviews of any kind for as long as she’d been a duelist— even more so in recent years. Despite being friendly acquaintances, she couldn’t help but worry about what kind of questions Charlotte would be fielding her way.
Navia, ever perceptive and attuned to Clorinde’s feelings, picked up on her nerves the moment they walked through the door, taking one of her hands and rubbing her knuckles soothingly with her thumb. They placed an order at the register before going to their usual table in a relatively secluded corner on the second floor to wait for Charlotte.
Navia removed her hat and placed it on the table, opting to sit right next to Clorinde as they sat down. She even went as far to scoot closer so she could comfortably lean her head against Clorinde’s shoulder. Clorinde couldn’t help but chuckle at Navia’s blatant clinginess, moving to rest her cheek on soft blonde hair.
“Someone is needy today,” she teased, intertwining their fingers. Navia hummed lazily, nuzzling against the epaulets of her cape.
“Perhaps I am,” she murmured, pressing even closer. “I've been gone a lot these past few days, and haven't spent a lot of time with you.”
“I know my love,” Clorinde pressed a kiss atop Navia’s head. “You’ve had a very busy couple of weeks.”
She removed her hat, placing it right beside Navia’s on the table. “It’s unfortunate that we couldn’t laze around today, considering this is our last day off together for a while.”
Clorinde let go of Navia’s hand and began to run her fingers through her hair, making her melt bonelessly into her chair at the feeling. “Mm…” Navia hummed. “We still have to get groceries after this. I think I used the last of the meat for the picnic yesterday.”
“Mm… Depending on how late this runs, I might need to rush to the office to get my sword.”
Just then, they saw Charlotte bound up the stairs with a strange box in her hands. Clorinde removed her hand from Navia’s hair, and she was surprised to find herself reluctant in doing so. The sentiment was shared as Navia looked up at her with a slight frown and pleading eyes. As an apology, Clorinde intertwined their hands again.
“Ah, hello you two!” She greeted them with a bright smile, placing the box on the table and taking a seat directly across from them, taking off her hat as well. “I apologize for the delay. Some of the interns at the office misplaced documents needed for an article being published tomorrow, so I ended up having to clean up their mess and I left later than I wanted to.”
“It’s quite alright,” Navia hummed, unmoving from her position leaning on Clorinde despite the arrival of their friend. “You didn’t keep us waiting long.”
Clorinde nodded in agreement. “We placed our order not too long ago.”
She looked over Charlotte’s shoulder towards the stairs, where she saw someone pushing a cart with a variety of baked goods. “I think that’s it right there. Do you want anything? Navia ordered enough for everyone.”
Charlotte waved a hand dismissively. “Ah, no thank you. I’m not particularly hungry,” she said as the waiter placed all the food on the table. Once he was done, he departed with a cordial nod. Charlotte then grabbed the box and nudged it towards them. “Shall we get started?”
—
“So here’s how it’s going to go,” Charlotte said, grabbing her notebook and setting it on the table. Clorinde quickly realized that this particular interview was going to be different from previous ones she turned down in the past. “The Steambird posted labeled collection boxes two weeks ago on all of the bulletin boards of Fontaine, asking people to write down what they thought of the two people listed.”
She scrutinized the box, noting that it was filled with small slips of paper with writing on them. It wasn’t very big either, estimating it to be around the same size as the box form of the nekomata courier that Chiori received her international deliveries from. Clorinde couldn’t remember her name.
Charlotte continued. “Earlier this week all the boxes were collected, and I didn’t realize that your name was on one of them until Euphrasie asked me personally if I would be able to convince you to react to all the responses.” She smiled awkwardly, glancing over at Navia. “So I asked Navia for a favor. I knew you wouldn’t be willing unless Navia was the one to talk to you about it.”
“I see.” Clorinde murmured, turning slightly toward Navia with an eyebrow raised. Navia flushed and looked away, moving to pour everyone tea as a distraction.
“For this interview, you’ll be reading what’s written on those pieces of paper, and I’ll be writing them down alongside your answer or reaction to them. You are allowed to skip any that are uncomfortable or inappropriate, so just let me know.
Clorinde nodded stiffly, reaching for the box in a way that had Navia, who had been silent the entire time, giggling at the small frown on her face. In response, she turned toward Navia with a pout, one only noticeable to her. Navia just looked back at her, silently urging Clorinde to take a deep breath and relax, taking her free hand in hers and rubbing the middle of her palm. The gesture did help ease Clorinde’s tension, her body visibly relaxing and losing its previous rigidity.
“Alright,” She reached into the box, mixing all the little bits of paper before grabbing one and pulling it out. The handwriting was messy, the inconsistent scrawl easily identifiable as a child’s. “First response,” Clorinde said, squinting slightly as she read the slip of paper. “I think Miss Clorinde is a very kind and thoughtful person. She helped me get my balloon after it got stuck in a tree.”
“Aw, that’s adorable! I bet that made their day.” Navia said as she looked at the paper, a wide grin on her face. “You’re such a sweetheart deep down, aren’t you?”
Clorinde felt her face heat up, being teased in front of Charlotte flustering her.
Charlotte said nothing about the comment, a slight smirk being the only indication of her acknowledging it. “Ah, I think I was there that day. It was another one of Clorinde’s rare days off if I remember correctly. It was particularly gloomy and windy and that poor child lost his hold on the balloon.”
“I was quite surprised when it got stuck in the tree and didn’t pop,” Clorinde said, recalling that day. “Thankfully, it wasn’t that high up and I could reach it easily.”
She looked down at the piece of paper fondly, smiling slightly at the thought of the child eagerly writing down his response and putting it in the box. But there was an ache in her chest despite the positivity the message radiated. “I’m happy and flattered that he views me in such a positive light.”
Navia nuzzled her shoulder, looking up at her as she continued. “I have gotten a few compliments here and there about being a good role model, but I’m still getting used to that sort of thing.”
Clorinde inhaled shakily, squeezing Navia’s hand again. “If I’m being frank, it has been a long time since anyone has had anything positive to say about me. The scandal involving Furina’s trial made a lot of negative energy be directed towards me and everyone that aided in her prosecution. This only became even more prevalent when Furina addressed the whole thing a month ago, clarifying certain details after Fontaine recovered from the flood.”
She thought about that night Furina invited everyone to her apartment, disclosing her desire to speak about what she went through now that Fontaine and its people were safe. There were a lot of tears and a lot of apologies once she explained. Navia couldn’t stop crying, even when Furina pulled her into a hug and reassured her that everything was okay now. She herself couldn’t help but tear up; anyone would feel bad after realizing what Furina had gone through.
“It was a hard time for sure, so I’m still getting used to receiving kindness again,” Clorinde said, voice wavering slightly.
“That’s understandable,” Charlotte said, writing more notes down in shorthand with a small frown. “Definitely not something anyone can move on from so easily.”
The atmosphere was somber now, the only noise being the chatter from the people downstairs. Unsure how to rectify it, Clorinde looked to Navia, silently imploring her for help. Navia said nothing, her gaze vacant. Seemed like she wasn’t the only one mulling over it. Charlotte cleared her throat awkwardly and gestured to the box again.
“Right, sorry,” Clorinde murmured, reaching to take another slip of paper.
Being jostled, Navia turned her attention back towards the box, watching as Clorinde unfolded the one she picked out. Her brows furrowed, unsure if she was reading what was written correctly. Alarmed, Clorinde immediately folded it back and slammed her hand down on the table, making it shudder violently. Charlotte jumped at the loud bang, confused at what caused such a sudden reaction.
“Is everything okay?” she asked worriedly.
Navia watched as a flush creeped up Clorinde’s neck and stopped at her ears. Eyes narrowed even more, she pried Clorinde’s hand off the table and grasped the slip of paper, opening it up and reading it to see if it really was what she thought it was.
‘I want to bear Clorinde’s children.’
“Yes, everything is fine,” Clorinde coughed, pulling at the collar of her shirt. She glanced at Navia, shuddering slightly at the fire in her eyes. The normally bright sea blue was now clouded over by something darker. Something that Clorinde couldn’t quite put her finger on, but it wasn’t friendly, that’s for sure.
“This one is definitely… interesting compared to the first one.” Clorinde crumpled it up into a ball and dropped it on the table. Navia stared at it with disdain. “I don’t want this one in particular to be published.”
Charlotte nodded wordlessly as Clorinde reached for another response, thankfully a normal one.
“ This might just be me, but I feel like we don’t know too much about Clorinde because we mostly see her during working hours, and she’s mentioned that she likes to keep work and private life separate. So for me, I just want to know: what is Clorinde’s favorite color and why?”
“Hmm… This one is kind of hard,” Clorinde hummed, holding her chin in her hand as she contemplated her answer. “There are many colors that I like, but I suppose if I had to pick…”
She went silent for a moment, ruminating how she was going to answer. Four colors initially popped into her mind upon reading the question, but one in particular stood out the most.
Clorinde smiled and said, eyes shining fondly, “I would pick sea blue as my favorite color.”
“And why is it your favorite?” Charlotte asked, genuinely curious. “I would’ve assumed it was either indigo or dark blue from first glance.”
“I do like those colors though,” Clorinde affirmed, bringing her hand back from her face and blindly searching for Navia’s. “It’s just that sea blue in particular isn’t something that would match my complexion.”
“But it’s my favorite color because…” Navia weaved their hands together once more, and the small smile on Clorinde’s face grew infinitesimally wider as she turned to look Navia in the eye. “…it’s a color that fluctuates easily. It can show when it’s going to be a bright and sunny day or a dark and gloomy one, or whether the water is going to be calm or choppy when out at sea.”
Navia’s eyes widened as Clorinde continued. “Most of all though, when I see that color in particular, it’s associated with many happy and positive memories. I don’t have many of those after adolescence. But the memories I can clearly remember are ones infected with joy and companionship. In each one, that color shows up without fail.”
It shows up without fail because you’re in every memory. Navia felt her face heat up, immediately picking up that hidden message in Clorinde’s words. This woman is such a romantic at times— it’s ridiculous. Fanning her face, she quickly reached out to take a sip of her tea, attempting to quench the burning in her pale skin. A giddy feeling bloomed from her chest as she further digested Clorinde’s words. All of those memories are with you.
As Navia got lost in her own head, replaying what was essentially a heartfelt confession, Clorinde turned back to Charlotte, chest figuratively puffed out in pride at her answer to the question. Charlotte just snickered at the lovesick look on her face and scribbled on her notebook for a second.
The next slip was slightly crumpled when Clorinde pulled it out, almost as if the person who put it in there balled it up in their fist before dropping it in the box.
“Wow, this one has definitely seen better days,” Navia said, blinking out of her reverie and gesturing for Clorinde to hand it to her. “I wonder why it turned out like this.”
Clorinde shrugged and passed the paper over to her. She watched intently as Navia opened it, curious to see what it said.
Navia’s expression immediately darkened as she read the contents, scowling so hard that Clorinde was concerned she was trying to spontaneously ignite the paper with the fire in her eyes. What could possibly make Navia make that face? She grabbed the paper out of Navia’s hands, and Navia turned to hug her arm, pressing herself even closer than she already was.
‘I would lick the sweat off of Clorinde’s abs if she asked me to. Please Clorinde give me a chance.’
“Oh… I see.” Clorinde murmured, flustered. Realizing instantly why Navia responded in the way she did.
A noise akin to a growl escaped Navia’s lips, her grip on Clorinde’s arm tightening. “These people need to know their place and control themselves.”
“I’m guessing that one is also something I shouldn’t write down,” Charlotte laughed nervously, shifting awkwardly in her seat.
Clorinde cleared her throat and just gave Charlotte a pained smile. “To be honest, I think I want to empty the box out and filter through everything. It will only delay us further if we keep stopping to skip a response.”
“Understandable,” Charlotte nodded, quickly getting up out of her seat. She nervously looked at Navia, whose jaw was now clenched tightly. “While you two deal with that, I’ll go order myself a drink.” She left hastily, leaving Clorinde wondering if she did something to suddenly make Charlotte so skittish.
Charlotte on the other hand, just wanted to give the two of them space. Navia looked as if she were about to pop a blood vessel from how hard she was clenching her jaw. Her normally bright and friendly eyes were turbulent, like a storm brewing out at sea, and the possessive grip she had on Clorinde’s arm only cemented to Charlotte that she should give the two of them some alone time for now.
Clorinde watched the journalist leave, unaware of Navia still angrily seething in her seat, glaring at the box like it personally offended her. If Navia was being honest, it did offend her, but that wasn’t the box’s fault. The audacity of some people to blatantly put such debaucherous statements in the box knowing that there was a possibility of Clorinde reading them, annoyed Navia immensely. The sudden urge to shout from the top of the highest point in Fontaine that Clorinde was hers and hers only, began to eat away at her. Clearly, no one realized that Clorinde was off limits.
When they reconciled, they took things slow, easing back into how they used to act before her papa passed away. Yet, when the threat of the prophecy loomed over Fontaine, Clorinde ran out in the pouring rain from the Court to Poisson, and in a way that was out of character for the normally stoic duelist, she poured her heart out to Navia.
Three years of avoidance and cold shoulders did nothing to shake how they felt about each other, and Clorinde said as much as she grasped Navia’s hands in hers, begging to be hers again. Looking back on it now, Clorinde looked so much like a sad, desperate puppy that it almost made Navia forget why she was in a foul mood in the first place.
However, reading those notes didn’t just stir up surface level impulsive thoughts. It also opened up a hungrier, primal part of Navia that just screamed to claim Clorinde in a way that no one else could. Her lips twitched at the thought of sucking marks into Clorinde’s pale skin, covering her in dark hickies and deep bite marks that would take days to heal. Navia could feel her face heat up as more thoughts filled her head, none of which were innocent at all.
“Navia?”
Clorinde’s worried tone snapped Navia out of her trance. She shook her head and cleared her mind of impure thoughts with a figurative spray bottle, turning to see Clorinde’s eyebrows furrowed, her eyes flitting across Navia’s face with concern.
“Is everything okay? You were staring into space just now…”
Navia waved a hand nervously, not wanting Clorinde to figure out what she was thinking, because she definitely has read her before. “Yes, everything is fine, just… lost in thought.”
Clorinde looked skeptical, but acquiesced, immediately moving to empty the contents of the box. “Come help me, I know you’re curious to see what all of these say, even if some are… mildly concerning to say the least.”
Navia let out an annoyed huff. “That’s putting it lightly.”
She held her hand out for the box, and Clorinde handed it to her wordlessly. She flipped it over and dumped its contents out unceremoniously, grinning victoriously at Clorinde’s sigh of resignation.
“Besides…” Navia said, picking up a slip at random and reading its contents.
‘I’m in love with Clorinde’s thighs.’
“I don’t like when people think they can have what is mine .”
The smile on her face as she crushed the paper in her fist was menacing, and Clorinde shivered, feeling heat rise in her cheeks at the bite in Navia’s voice. Navia rarely ever gets like this, but when she does, Clorinde can’t help but find it endearingly attractive.
She chuckled and stood up to sort through all the papers. “I mean at the end of the day, they are just thoughts. They don’t really affect me.”
Navia went silent for a moment before standing up, crowding Clorinde up against the table and wrapping her into a hug, nuzzling her nose into her ponytail.
“I love you.” Navia said, muffled from her face being buried in silky hair.
Clorinde stiffened, surprised, but soon relaxed and patted Navia’s arms, leaning into the hug briefly before going back to sorting through all the papers.
“I love you too. Now come help me.”
Navia let go with an indignant huff, reluctantly moving to Clorinde’s side to help her sort through the mess she made. They rifled through the slips of paper with silent efficiency, needing no words to communicate as they worked together.
Charlotte joined them back upstairs with her drink in hand when they were about midway through the contents of the box, with two piles having been made already. One was comically larger than the other, and judging from the frown on Navia’s face, Charlotte could infer that the bigger pile was filled with the more interesting responses.
“Wow, you two made a lot of progress,” she said, placing her drink on the table and starting to rifle through whatever papers were left. She picked up one paper and immediately grimaced, tossing it to the bigger pile. “I guess sorting through everything was a good thing after all…”
“Good thing is an understatement,” Navia said curtly, tossing two more slips of paper into the bigger pile. “I wish none of these… things existed.”
Charlotte shot a worried look to Clorinde, who just nodded without a word and tossed three papers into the smaller pile.
The three of them continued sorting, but by the time all of the slips of paper were in either pile, Clorinde was already looking at her pocket watch with a frown. She needed to stop by her office to pick up her sword for its weekly maintenance, and the duelist office closed the armory early on weekends. Charlotte was setting up to restart the interview again, and Clorinde almost felt bad that she and Navia were going to leave.
“Sorry Charlotte, but we need to cut this meeting short,” she said, picking up her hat and standing up. “I need to pick up my sword from the armory before Duelist Headquarters closes for the day.”
“Ah okay, no worries then,” Charlotte seemed completely unbothered about having to stop for now. Perhaps the contents of the… interesting pile made her second guess following through with this interview. “We can continue another time.”
Charlotte gathered all the papers to take back to the Steambird office, taking care to keep the two piles separate by wrapping the smaller pile in a handkerchief before putting it in the box with the contents of the bigger pile.
Wordlessly, she held her hand out to Navia, who grasped it and stood up as well, swooning internally at the action as she picked up her own hat.
“Thanks for taking the time to do this by the way, Clorinde,” she said as she covered the box. “I know you despise interviews and I’m grateful for this rare opportunity.”
“No worries at all. I trust you and Navia to have my best interests at heart when it comes to things like this.”
The three of them chatted a bit as they exited the hotel together, Charlotte parting ways with them as they turned to head in the direction of the Duelist Headquarters. The silence between the two of them was comfortable, Navia having interlocked their arms and opened up her umbrella as they made their way through the Quarter Lyonnais. It was a really nice day out despite the sun beginning to set, still comfortably warm and relatively sunny.
Taking a glance to her left, Clorinde noted that Navia still seemed peeved. Her lips were downturned slightly, and she was certain that her eyes were still stormy behind her sunglasses. Wanting to uplift her mood, Clorinde shook her arm free and moved to grasp Navia’s, bringing it up to her mouth to press a few gentle kisses on her knuckles. She looked up through her eyelashes to gauge Navia’s reaction. It was difficult to tell with her eyes obscured, but Clorinde grinned as a gentle flush spread across Navia’s cheeks. Satisfied with her work, she wove their arms back together, smiling wider when Navia pulled her a little bit closer.
They made it to the Duelists’ Office with an hour left to spare before it closed for the day. A few polite greetings were passed their way, and both of them just smiled politely as they made their way towards Clorinde’s office.
Navia took in the decorum of the hallway, having not done so despite the many times she’d visited Clorinde here. She just finished scrutinizing the intricate banners on the walls when Clorinde guided them to a stop, unwinding their arms to unlock the door to her office. Just as she opened the door, a short call of Clorinde’s name echoed from down the hall, drawing the attention of both of them.
A young woman wearing the outfit of Champion Duelist was waving, jogging as she made her way down the hall towards them. She looked to be around their age, but the presence of a dark green sash with a specific letter and number pair around her torso indicated to Navia that this duelist in particular was a trainee.
As she approached, Navia couldn’t help but narrow her eyes at the giddy look on this other woman’s face, and the curl of possessiveness returned with a vengeance. She didn’t like the energy that this woman was giving off, and Clorinde’s cordial smile along with a nod of acknowledgment made that feeling burn even harder in her chest.
Clorinde made eye contact with Navia and silently told her to step inside her office with a slight tilt of her head. She did so reluctantly. She sat down on the sofa in her office, but stayed where she could still keep Clorinde and the other duelist in earshot. Whether Clorinde meant to or not, the gap she left in the door allowed Navia to see both of them clearly, and what she saw had her blood boiling.
The other duelist was way too close to Clorinde to just be intending to chat as a work colleague, entering Clorinde’s personal space ever so slightly. If looks could kill, this woman would be dead ten times over. Navia’s brows were deeply furrowed and eyes narrowed, watching the exchange with rapt attention if she felt like she needed to step in. To her credit, Clorinde did step back slightly to maintain a comfortable distance, the rigidity of her shoulders giving away her discomfort and only making Navia raise her hackles more.
Their conversation was mostly small talk, with Clorinde asking about the schedule for the upcoming week and if the other veteran duelists had any concerns that she needed to be aware of. The other duelist— Navia didn’t care enough to catch her name, quickly diverted the topic much to both Clorinde and Navia’s chagrin.
“Say, Clorinde,” she started, her voice sickeningly sweet in a way that had the hairs on the back of Navia’s neck standing in alarm. “Savinien was telling me when I was practicing earlier that my stances and footwork need improvement.”
Navia watched as she looked up at Clorinde with an alluring smile, eyes dark with interest. “Would you mind helping me out with some… extra training? Either tomorrow or the day after?”
Clorinde stiffened, hand moving to grip the edge of the door. “Ah. I will have to decline your request,” she said, voice tinged with anxiety and something akin to annoyance. “This upcoming week is quite busy for me, and there’s no time that I can afford to allocate to aid in your training. You will have better luck asking Savinien or one of the other trainers for assistance.”
“Ah, I see,” the other duelist said, very obviously disappointed. Navia gritted her teeth and tried her hardest to not growl in annoyance. “Another time then?”
“We shall see.”
When will this girl get the hint? Navia thought, watching as Clorinde slowly crept closer through the doorway. “If you’ll excuse me, I do have matters to attend to.”
Those matters are in fact, me. Navia’s mind was on overdrive, she needed this woman gone now .
“Alright then. Have a good day, Clorinde.”
Clorinde gave the woman a half smile. “You as well.”
Just as Clorinde turned to face Navia, the woman touched her arm and said, “I love the jacket by the way, very handsome.”
Navia stood up abruptly. Her umbrella, which she had resting closed on her lap, clattered to the ground noisily, grabbing the attention of both Clorinde and the other duelist. Her eyes were stormy, zeroing in on the other duelist and pinning her with her gaze. Clorinde shrunk back slightly at the look in Navia’s eyes, shuddering with a chill down her spine as Navia smiled dangerously. The other duelist was rooted where she stood, squirming under Navia’s gaze as she looked for any form of escape.
“Clorinde, mon coeur,” she said, voice steely and cold as she continued to stare down the other duelist. “Your sword?”
“Right.” She turned back towards the other duelist and nodded in goodbye, fully stepping into her office and closer to Navia.
Clorinde didn’t even get to see if the woman left, as she was immediately crowded against her desk.
“Navia, wha—”
Navia gripped the front of her shirt and kissed her hard, cutting her off swiftly and urgently. She made a noise of protest at first, wondering what had gotten into Navia so suddenly, but Navia only deepened the kiss, forcing her tongue inside Clorinde’s mouth and banishing every thought from her mind. She lost herself in the kiss, holding the edge of the desk in a tight grip as Navia continued to lean into her, blissfully unaware of anything else happening around her.
Meanwhile, Navia’s mind was a mess, clouded by the possessive need to make it known that Clorinde is hers . She opened her eyes slightly and stared straight through the gap in the slightly open doorway. The other duelist was still on the other side, eyes wide with shock at the scene before her. Their eyes met, and Navia’s eyes narrowed smugly as she kissed Clorinde harder, bringing a hand up to cup the back of her head, feeling a rush of pride in her chest when Clorinde moaned softly.
She maintained eye contact for as long as possible, watching until the other duelist scurried away with her tail between her legs. When she was certain the other woman was gone, Navia pulled away from Clorinde, with a string of saliva bridging between their lips as she reluctantly stopped pressing her against her desk.
Clorinde’s face was flushed as she panted quietly, her eyes hazy and her lipstick smudged.
“What was that for?” She asked quietly, still breathless.
Navia hummed and pressed closer again, pressing sloppy kisses along Clorinde’s face and neck. She grinned toothily as Clorinde gasped, bringing a hand up to tangle in her hair as she continued.
“Mm… Getting a point across.”
Clorinde shuddered as Navia pulled her collar aside and nipped at her pulse point. “Who or what were you trying to prove a point to?”
“Why does it matter?” Navia ran her hands down and gripped Clorinde’s sides, rubbing her thumbs in tantalizing circles.
She opened her mouth to protest, but Navia shushed her with a finger to her lips, her mouth curling into an alluring grin.
“Besides,” Navia purred, her hand quickly moving south and resting on Clorinde’s belt briefly, tugging at the leather before sliding down further. Clorinde made a strangled noise as Navia palmed at the slight bulge that had formed between her legs, and the curl of Navia’s mouth quickly shifted into something ravenous.
“I think we have a more important problem to deal with right now.” She continued to lightly rub and squeeze at her length, spurred on by Clorinde’s quiet groans.
“N-Navia, wait—” Clorinde gasped, grasping Navia’s wrist and halting her movements.
Her face was flushed a pretty shade of pink, her eyes dilated from arousal, and it made Navia want to continue her ministrations if it meant she gets to see Clorinde like this.
The room felt too hot, Navia’s touch and the scent of her perfume overwhelmed Clorinde in the best way possible. She felt the burn of arousal settle heavily between her legs, only punctuated by the tightness of her pants.
“Hm? Wait?” She ignored the grip Clorinde had on her wrist and squeezed her again, making Clorinde keen and buck her hips involuntarily. “I haven’t even done anything and you’re already so hard .”
Clorinde only whined pathetically, head already spinning. She felt her cock throb harder at the low, possessive tone of Navia’s voice, completely and utterly turned on as Navia continued to stroke her.
Just when Clorinde thought it couldn’t get any worse for her, Navia pulled her hand away, and Clorinde had to bite her own lip to stop the noise that would have left her lips had she not. While she didn’t want to do anything in her office, Navia’s hand on her felt so good, and she immediately missed the feeling as soon as it was taken away.
As if taking pity on her, Navia pulled her into another heated kiss, moving her hands back to hold her waist. Clorinde tried her best not to lose herself in the kiss, closing her eyes and gripping the silky strands of Navia’s hair as if it would help keep her from floating away. Navia pulled away when she felt Clorinde grind her hips into hers, not wanting to get too carried away knowing that Clorinde liked to keep her work and private lives separate.
“As much as I want to ravish you, we came here for a reason,” Navia said, slightly breathless. Clorinde could see that her lips were swollen and smudged with a mixture of their lipstick, and idly wondered if that’s what she looks like too. She let out a resigned sigh and pressed one last kiss to Navia’s cheek before gently pushing her back, moving quickly to her extensive collection of swords on the adjacent wall.
She could feel Navia’s gaze as she went through her end of the day ritual for her weapons, taking the time to lightly brush each one with a cloth before stopping at her signature weapon. She heard Navia make a satisfied hum as she took the time to clean it thoroughly, to which she chuckled.
“You like what you see?”
Navia hummed again and made her way over, walking slowly but with a purpose. Clorinde turned her head to look at her, but was immediately met with Navia pressed up against her back, hands resting on her waist once again. Navia brushed her lips against her ear, immediately making Clorinde shudder.
“Yes, I do. You have quite the charming side profile.” Her voice was smooth like velvet when she spoke. It was light and sensual, with a hint of something else that Clorinde couldn’t put into words. All she knew was that anything Navia did now would set her nerves aflame.
“But I can see an even better sight if you hurry up.” The hairs on the back of Clorinde’s neck stood up, and she could feel blood rushing south again when Navia lightly nipped at the curve of her ear. She could tell Navia was getting impatient, if her wandering hands weren’t already an indication.
Clearing her throat, she quickly finished her routine. If Navia noticed that she rushed the last few steps, she didn’t comment on it, only grabbing her arm and dragging her out of the Duelist Headquarters as soon as she was done.
As they left, they saw the newbie duelist from earlier, talking to Savinien in the lobby. The moment Navia laid eyes on her, the grip she had on Clorinde’s arm changed, going from eagerly holding onto Clorinde’s wrist to lacing their hands together and leaning on her in a way that would make it blatantly obvious that they were a couple. The other duelist averted her gaze immediately, avoiding looking at the daggers that Navia was shooting at her with her eyes.
They left with a short goodbye and made their way back home, with Clorinde trying her hardest to prevent Navia from jumping her bones all the way back.
~~~
Clorinde feels breathless as Navia pins her against their closed front door, having barely gotten inside before Navia began kissing her feverishly, messily coaxing her lips open and licking into her mouth. She shudders as Navia fumbles open the top few buttons of her shirt, pulling away once she succeeded and going straight for her pulse point, sucking harshly. Clorinde knew that come tomorrow, there would be a very dark hickey in that exact spot and would soon be accompanied by more.
“Navia—” she breathes out, tilting her head up slightly to give her more access.
Navia makes a low noise akin to a growl, dipping down to suck on her collarbone before looking up at Clorinde with her eyes fully dilated. She laves her tongue one last time against the mark she just left before pulling away with a light pop. Clorinde opens her mouth to speak, but is immediately silenced with another deep, messy kiss.
“Yes mon coeur?” She asks when she pulls away, bringing a hand up to play with Clorinde’s tie and slowly beginning to pull it undone to gain more access to her skin.
“What’s gotten into you so suddenly?”
She doesn’t grace her with an answer. Clorinde gasps as Navia unbuttons her shirt the rest of the way, the tips of her fingers brushing against her warm skin and making her tremble at the feather-light touch. She presses wet kisses against her sternum, maintaining eye contact as she slowly marks her way down. It is then that Clorinde was made aware of the tightness in her pants again, her cock swelling from all of the attention Navia was giving her.
Navia stops at the band of Clorinde’s bra, teasingly grabbing the center of it with her teeth and tugging at it with a mischievous grin. She proceeds to move back up and leave marks all over the slope of her breasts, making Clorinde’s blood burn hotter.
“Navia, darling—” she murmurs, voice low and slightly raspy.
Navia moans at the term of endearment, pulling away from where she was leaving another hickey on her chest, her lips swollen and red.
“Say that again,” she says almost desperately, pushing herself flush against Clorinde’s front and burying her nose into Clorinde’s neck.
“Darling?”
She moans again and sinks her teeth in the side of Clorinde’s neck, making her exhale shakily and press a hand in the back of her head to pull her closer.
“You sound so hot when I get you like this,” Navia breathes out, digging her nails into Clorinde’s exposed abs and dragging them down lightly, making Clorinde squirm. She thinks Navia will stop there, but her hands are continuing downwards, ghosting over her belt and stopping right where her cock is straining against her pants.
Clorinde chokes on a moan as Navia squeezes her, her cock throbbing incessantly at the contact. She’s almost embarrassed at how hard she is already, desperate and needy for any sort of friction, rolling her hips into Navia’s hand as she continues to rub her through the fabric.
But embarrassment quickly melts into anticipation as Navia pulls away from her neck to undo her belt, the clanking of the metal buckle filling the air as she gets it open, leaving it hanging from the loops of her pants. She doesn’t even bother pushing Clorinde’s pants down once she works the button open and unzips it, pulling it open and immediately kneeling down.
Clorinde realizes very quickly where this is going, her cock twitching in excitement inside the confines of her underwear. Navia chuckles and looks up at Clorinde, her eyes dark with excitement and desire.
“Are you enjoying this mon coeur?” She asks, still looking up as she presses kisses on her clothed cock. “I can feel you twitching.”
“Fuck— yes, I am…” Clorinde digs a hand into her hair, her hips bucking as Navia squeezes her one last time before pulling down the last layer covering her.
Her cock springs free from its confines, fully hard and dipping under its own weight. She shudders as Navia takes her into her hand, groaning as she begins stroking languidly in broad, firm strokes— the most surefire way to work Clorinde up quickly.
“Ah— Navia…” She gasps, fixating on the sight of Navia’s hand moving up and down her length.
Navia’s hands are very pretty, Clorinde thinks offhandedly. Her skin is always soft to the touch, always well maintained and clean, and her nails are meticulously painted a shade of blue that matches her outfit. Clorinde always likes holding them, as it is a sharp contrast to the rough, scarred texture of her own hands.
Now, with said softness stroking her cock and fully intent on bringing her pleasure, Clorinde finds it intoxicating, getting dizzy and lightheaded at the attention being given to her. The smile on Navia’s face is sinful, her lips are slightly swollen from their kissing earlier, and Clorinde’s mind is swimming at the possibility of those same plump lips wrapping around her length and sucking her off.
Her cock begins pulsing at the thought, jumping slightly in Navia’s hand and making her giggle. She stops her strokes at the head, rolling her thumb over the tip and smearing the precum beading there before continuing. Even though Navia swipes it away, Clorinde keeps leaking, gradually making Navia’s strokes slicker as she continues.
Navia licks her lips as she speeds up her hand, the obscene, wet noises of her jerking Clorinde off filling the air. Clorinde throws her head back against the door lightly, making a soft thud as she moans shakily, getting overwhelmed at the sensation. The arousal pooling in her gut burns hotter, spreading out to her limbs and up her spine.
She feels her orgasm building steadily, the pleasure mounting further as Navia starts twisting on the upstroke, leaning in and pressing kisses along the side of her cock with a teasing smile and glittering eyes. Clorinde gasps, her free hand scrabbling at the door as she feels Navia lick a stripe up the side, the hand she has in Navia’s hair grips harder as she starts trying to roll her hips.
“Haah… Fuck— Navia,” she moans brokenly, her breathing uneven and her legs quivering. “You’re going to make me—”
Navia stops abruptly, her hand stilling and grip loosening. Clorinde whimpers as her cock continues pulsing, on the edge of bursting at any second.
“Not so fast,” she says, smiling coquettishly.
She briefly lets go of her, much to Clorinde’s chagrin, but she quickly grasps it again from the base, tapping the tip against her lips and smiling up at her in a way that immediately has Clorinde gulping in anticipation. The look on Navia’s face is one of ravenous need, her eyes have gone from sea blue to cerulean in her desire— wholly intent on devouring Clorinde and bringing her to heights that no one else can.
Navia presses a light kiss to the tip, her tongue flicking out to lap the precum still leaking from her.
“The only places you’re allowed to cum are in my mouth or inside me.”
Her voice is husky as she says it, the lower tone making Clorinde tremble with need. She lightly tugs on Navia’s hair, choosing to plead silently as she doesn’t trust her voice to not waver. As if reading Clorinde’s mind, Navia continues to press teasing kisses to the head, her lips quirking up in amusement as Clorinde bucks her hips again.
“Use your words Clori,” she murmurs, blowing air against the sensitive tip as Clorinde continues to squirm.
“Navia please,” Clorinde pleads, her voice almost pitching into a whine. “I need your mouth…”
Navia hums and presses another featherlight kiss to the head of her cock, wanting to hear more. Clorinde inhales shakily before speaking again, stroking her fingers through Navia’s golden hair.
“I want to cum in your mouth,” she chokes out, feeling her face warm as she says it, not at all used to pleading openly for something so carnal.
Navia feels her chest swell with a sense of pride and satisfaction hearing Clorinde say that. Clorinde very rarely voices any selfish or needy desire outright, and even when she does, it takes a lot of coaxing from someone else to express them. Having her say something like this willingly only after a little bit of teasing just tells Navia that Clorinde really wants it. How could she deny her beloved Clorinde?
Clorinde is still looking at her with a desperate, pleading look, the ruins of her touch stripping this powerful, reverent Champion Duelist to this state of vulnerability. It makes Navia burn with a need to make her fall apart until Clorinde can do nothing but be at her mercy.
“You’re so good for me,” she coos, brushing stray locks of her own hair out of her face as leans in.
Above her, Clorinde is quivering. She can feel Navia’s breath ghosting over her, and the mere thought of being inside Navia’s mouth is driving her insane. Navia looks up at her again, her eyes hooded as she licks at the head of her cock with a broad swipe of her tongue, humming at the taste of her. She does that a few more times, with Clorinde trying her hardest not to buck her hips forward.
Clorinde moans as Navia takes her into her mouth then, sucking and licking along her length while slowly stroking whatever part of Clorinde isn’t enveloped in warm wetness. She bobs her head slowly, gradually taking more of her length with each pass, loudly slurping and sucking around her girth in a way that has Clorinde’s legs trembling already.
As embarrassing as it is to admit to herself, Navia’s mouth feels so good wrapped around her cock, the warm wetness sending shocks of pleasure throughout her body. She pants and grabs Navia’s hair tighter, needing something to ground her as Navia swirls her tongue around her in tantalizing circles. She moans as Navia sinks her mouth further down her length, her hand falling away to hold Clorinde’s leg.
“N-Navia,” Clorinde gasps, her hips jerking forward when Navia moans around her length. “Fuck, your mouth feels so good.”
Navia continues to suck her off eagerly, Clorinde’s noises of pleasure spurring her on. She attempts to take as much of Clorinde’s cock as she can into her mouth, the head lightly hitting the back of her throat and making her cough, her eyes watering.
Clorinde groans at the sensation, gently running her fingers through Navia’s hair as Navia pulls back slightly.
“Ah… Fuck. Don’t hurt yourself,” she gasps, smiling slightly when Navia looks up at her with a stubborn glare. “I don’t want you to choke.”
Navia pulls off of her completely and moves her head so Clorinde’s cock rests against her face, knowing that the visual of Clorinde’s size riles both of them up. She presses sloppy kisses on the underside of her cock, taking a moment to admire her beloved. She giggles as she watches Clorinde’s eyes cloud over in lust, momentarily distracting her from what she was saying.
“Aw, are you worried?” Navia teases, bringing her hand back to wrap around her length. She makes an imperceptible noise as she sees how easily Clorinde fills her hand— well endowed indeed.
“A little bit, yes.” Clorinde answers, her eyes filling with adoration. “You can be quite overzealous in your excitement.
Navia clicks her tongue, a knowing smirk spreading across her face. “Worried that I’m going to choke on your big, fat cock?”
Clorinde flushes bright red, caught off guard at Navia’s crude words. “I—”
Navia bites her bottom lip seductively as she moves her hand to bring the head of her cock towards her mouth again.
“You shouldn’t worry, mon coeur,” she purrs. “I want to choke on you.”
Clorinde isn’t given any time to form a response before Navia is descending on her again, taking her cock as deep as she could into her mouth and sucking voraciously, moaning when Clorinde hisses and lightly rolls her hips in time with the bobbing of her head. This time when the head hits the back of Navia’s throat, Clorinde groans and holds her there, panting as Navia gurgles and swallows around it.
“Haah… Archons Navia… You—ngh… take me so well.”
Navia feels her head spin. Clorinde’s noises of pleasure satisfying the possessive fire simmering under skin— if only a little bit. She needs Clorinde to know that she’s hers . That only Navia can see her like this. That only Navia has the privilege of touching her and bringing her pleasure. Her thoughts, along with the smell of Clorinde’s musk, drives Navia wild.
She pulls back for a moment, a string of her saliva still connecting her to Clorinde as she gasps, panting slightly. Without a word, she takes Clorinde all the way to the base, moving her head side to side to get her lips completely around her girth. She gags slightly as the head of her cock pushes into her throat, and as Clorinde lets out a strangled sound, Navia feels her pulse and throb inside her mouth— a sign that she is on the cusp of an orgasm.
Clorinde’s breathing becomes uneven as Navia redoubles her ministrations, fucking the head of her cock with her throat, making her knees buckle slightly as her hips stutter.
“N-Navia, I’m—” she chokes out, both of her hands now gripping desperately to Navia’s head.
Clorinde doesn’t even get to finish her sentence, her mouth parting in a silent moan as she cums, her tugging golden hair sharply. It stings, but Navia ignores it, groaning as Clorinde’s cum paints the back of her throat. She swallows eagerly and moans at the taste— salty, but slightly sweet.
Navia pulls away once Clorinde comes down from her high, with Clorinde shivering slightly in sensitivity. As she lets her cock pop out of her mouth, it twitches sharply before giving one last weak spurt of cum, catching Navia right on her lips and cheek. Clorinde whimpers at the sight, finding the sight of her cum panting Navia’s face hot. But a wave of embarrassment washes over her, so she tears her eyes away. Navia just chuckles and wipes it away with her fingers, sticking them back into her mouth to make sure none of it goes to waste. She sucks noisily, bringing Clorinde’s attention back to her, and the resulting hitch of breath has Navia smiling with pride.
It takes a moment for Clorinde to stop panting, her cock softening slightly now that she’s spent for the time being. Navia coos and stands up, running her hands up Clorinde’s legs and stomach before cupping her chest and squeezing lightly, smiling when Clorinde arches into her hands.
“Good?” she asks genuinely, although still fishing for compliments.
Clorinde lets out a satisfied hum, leaning in to press a kiss to her nose— a silent thank you. Navia giggles and leans in to kiss her, and it very quickly turns heated. Clorinde moans at the taste of herself still lingering, running her tongue along the roof of her mouth and intertwining with Navia’s briefly. She lets out a needy whine when Navia pulls away, chasing her lips but is stopped by two fingers pressed against her mouth.
“I’m not done with you yet handsome,” she says sensually, moving to wrap Clorinde’s tie around her free hand. “You’re mine to play with tonight.”
Clorinde immediately feels all the blood in her brain rush down to her groin, her cock stiffening at Navia’s words. She feels like prey as Navia eyes her hungrily, licking her lips and dragging her fingers down from her mouth all the way back down to her cock, swallowing harshly when Navia trails over the bulging vein along the side.
“Mm… All mine .”
Vaguely in the back of her head, Clorinde finds this possessiveness from Navia extremely attractive.
—
With almost zero effort, Navia drags Clorinde through their home by her tie, guiding her like she’s on a leash and making her stumble. They made sure to tuck Clorinde back into her boxers before moving, as Navia does not have the patience to have Clorinde waddle all the way to the bedroom.
The journey from the front door to the bedroom takes way longer than it should have. Navia would pull Clorinde in every three paces or so to make out with her heavily, smudging Clorinde’s lipstick and leaving more hickies along her neck. Each time she did, Clorinde would either tangle her hands in Navia’s hair or pull her in by her waist, making Navia all the more eager to get them in bed.
By the time they get to the bedroom, Clorinde is already hard and raring to go again, much to Navia’s delight. She lightly palms her cock through her pants, pulling Clorinde into another messy kiss and making her moan into her mouth. It is tempting to just stand there and keep kissing her because Archons — Clorinde knows exactly what to do to make Navia breathless. She pulls away reluctantly, and avoids looking at Clorinde’s pleading eyes because she knows she’ll cave and kiss her again if she does.
Navia brings both her hands up to undo Clorinde’s tie completely, the silk easily slipping off and pooling into her awaiting hands. She gasps when Clorinde pulls her in by the waist, bringing them flush together and rolling her hips forward, grinding her cock right against Navia’s center. Navia can’t help the needy whine that escapes her, losing control for a moment and reciprocating with vigor. Clorinde’s moan of satisfaction only makes another rush of slick drip out and soak her already ruined underwear even more.
She forces herself to pull back, her legs trembling slightly. “Archons… The things you do to me…”
“Mm… But look what you’ve done to me,” Clorinde says, and Navia watches as she moves her hand from Navia’s waist to cup herself, lightly squeezing before leaning in to brush her lips against the shell of her ear. “You got me so hard again and you have yet to do anything about it.”
Her voice has a teasing lilt to it, and Navia feels Clorinde’s mouth curl into a smirk. It’s unfair how this woman can do anything and leave people in awe. It’s unfair that she’s the most handsome woman in Fontaine and people always want a piece of her for themselves. It’s unfair that all Clorinde did was whisper in her ear and now Navia wants to throw her dignity out the window and demand to be fucked.
It’s unfair, but Navia will make it fair.
“Oh mon coeur,” Navia breathes out, eyes shining mischievously. “I’m already doing something about it.
Before Clorinde can say anything, Navia moves her hands and brings attention back to the silk tie still within her grasp. She turns them around and pushes Clorinde lightly, making her yelp as she falls back on their plush bed, quickly straddling her and pinning her wrists down with her hands.
She leans down and noses the collar of Clorinde’s open shirt aside to access her neck and collarbone, immediately getting distracted by marking up her pale skin. Clorinde gasps and attempts to free her hands, but Navia holds her down firmly, sucking a path of hickies starting from the back of her jaw and trailing down to her collarbone, making sure to mark up wherever she can despite knowing that Clorinde’s uniform will cover most of them.
Navia stops marking Clorinde up to appraise her handiwork, feeling a surge of satisfaction as she looks at all of the purple and red marks scattered all over.
“I hope you didn’t forget that I said that you’re mine to play with tonight,” she said, her voice dripping with seduction and intent.
Clorinde shivers under her and tries one more time to break out of Navia’s hold, but stops when Navia shifts her hips and seats herself right on top of the bulge of her cock. She lets out a soft groan at the sensation, looking down between them to take in the view.
Navia takes advantage of Clorinde’s distraction and moves her arms up to cross above her head, using Clorinde’s tie to bind her wrists together in practiced and precise movements before using whatever slack is left to secure her to the headboard.
She smirks as Clorinde attempts to break out of it, looking back up at Navia with a small pout, her lower lip jutting out slightly.
“Why?” Clorinde whines, attempting to sit up and tugging on her restraints again like she’ll somehow get free to no avail. “I want to touch you.”
Navia shakes her head, smiling slightly as Clorinde continues to struggle. “Your hands are distracting, my love.”
She moves her hands from where they were resting on Clorinde’s wrists, trailing down her taut forearms and pausing at her biceps. Navia gives in to the urge to squeeze, lightly feeling her up and chuckling when Clorinde flexes. A wry smile spreads across Clorinde’s face as Navia spends more time on her arms, almost forgetting about the predicament between them until Navia shifts on top of her. It sends a shock of pleasure straight through her, and Clorinde can’t help but moan and roll her hips, the friction feeling too good against her neglected cock.
Navia clicks her tongue and pinches her lightly, making her recoil from the sudden sting.
“Hey,” she chides, her tone chastising. “Stop that. Be patient.”
Clorinde opens her mouth to say something, but Navia shushes her and continues trailing her hands down Clorinde’s body. She moves from her arms to her covered chest, reveling in the gasp that Clorinde lets out when she squeezes her breasts. This time, instead of just fondling her over the fabric, Navia moves her hands under the cups of her bra, feeling Clorinde’s nipples pebble under her warm palms.
“You’re gorgeous mon coeur,” Navia breathes out, pushing her bra out of the way to briefly pinch and roll Clorinde’s nipples between her fingers. “So perfect for me .”
Clorinde groans as Navia stops teasing her chest, the featherlight touch quickly becoming possessive as she trails her hand down to her midsection. Navia digs her nails into the firm muscle of her abs, scraping them down and leaving angry red trails in her wake, and Clorinde’s resounding gasp only makes Navia’s need to claim and mark her burn hotter under her skin.
She starts rolling her hips slowly, letting out a breathy sigh at the feeling of her core rubbing against Clorinde’s straining cock, two layers being the only thing separating them. She feels more slick drip out of her at the light stimulation, and if Navia were being honest, she wouldn’t be surprised if there was a stain on the front of Clorinde’s boxers after this.
“Navia— mmh… You’re so—” Clorinde chokes out, arching up as one of Navia’s hands moves back up to tease her nipple, the other staying behind to caress her stomach.
Navia chuckles, her smile alluring as she walks her free hand up Clorinde’s torso, pathing up her sternum from the bottom of her ribs. She takes her time to graze over faded scars, gently touching angrier and deeper looking ones. As she gets closer to the underside of her breasts, Navia pauses, catching sight of the edge of a gnarly looking scar extending from under Clorinde’s left breast to almost the center of her back. She leans down to press a chaste kiss to it before moving to cup both of Clorinde’s breasts, marveling at how they seem to perfectly fit in her hands.
Clorinde squirms under her more as she simultaneously rubs and pinches both of her nipples, taking advantage of how sensitive they are and eliciting some of the prettiest noises she has ever heard her make.
Navia tries very hard not to get lost in her own pleasure, the friction from grinding beginning to cloud over her rational thought. It’s tempting to just give in and tear the two layers separating them off and go at it like rabbits, but Navia’s determined to thoroughly and completely claim Clorinde until no one can deny that she belongs to her.
The very reminder of all the scandalous responses from the Steambird’s collection box for Clorinde makes Navia growl and stop her ministrations. One of her hands moves up suddenly to grab Clorinde’s jaw and smashes their lips together into a heady, messy, kiss— one that has Clorinde gasping for breath and has Navia nipping and pulling on Clorinde’s bottom lip.
“Navia please, I need—” Clorinde reflexively tries to sit up and pull Navia closer to her, but is abruptly stopped by her restraints. She groans in frustration and flops back against the pillows, humping her hips up against Navia’s to match her languid grinding. “Please…”
Navia lets out a breathy laugh and very reluctantly lifts her hips up, biting her lip as she hungrily stares at her cock bulging heavily against her boxers, immediately missing the sensation of grinding against it. Unsurprisingly, the fabric has a stain from both Clorinde leaking precum and Navia soaking slick through her underwear.
Navia moves to cup her cock, gripping lightly just to see the outline of it strain against the thin material. She swallows the lump in her throat as she feels it throb under her hand, showing just how worked up Clorinde is from all of Navia’s ministrations.
“ Archons Clorinde,” she murmurs, looking in awe and desire as she pulls the top of Clorinde’s boxers down, her cock popping out from its fabric prison. “You’re so hard already— Fuck. I want you inside me so bad.”
Clorinde moans at her words, her hips still rolling and trying to get any semblance of friction in her desperation. Navia takes her into her hand and licks her lips, unbridled lust taking over as she starts slowly stroking up and down her length.
“Look,” Navia says, and Clorinde looks, watching helplessly as blue painted nails squeeze around her length and begin to move faster.
“ My hand fits perfectly around you. It’s like you were made for me.” Navia’s voice drips with possessiveness and need.
Clorinde can feel her orgasm building quickly, the slick sound of Navia jerking her off furiously does nothing to help. She strains uselessly against the headboard, bucking her hips and panting for air, knowing very well that if Navia keeps this up, she won’t last much longer.
“Navia wait… I’m, ngh— I’m gonna—”
Navia stops and removes her hand to Clorinde’s relief, but she finds herself immediately missing the sensation and whimpers when Navia sits back on her thighs. Her breathing is slightly uneven as she looks up to meet Navia’s gaze, and her throat immediately dries up at the sight she lays her eyes on.
Navia is a ravishing combination of sexy and beautiful perched atop of her. Her golden hair frames her face in a way that makes her look ethereal, tousled from Clorinde running her fingers through it during their tryst in the hallway and from Navia constantly pushing it away from her face as she was exploring Clorinde’s exposed body. Her normally impeccable outfit is out of sorts; one of the ribbons on her arms has come loose and is crooked, her skirt is riding up to borderline indecency by public standards, and the front of her dress is slipping down.
It’s driving Clorinde crazy. The burn of arousal gets stronger as Navia pushes her hair back again and slides her hands down her body seductively, tugging the ribbon on her arm until it comes loose and slips off her skin. A smug smirk spreads across her face as Clorinde tugs against her restraints again.
“It’s cute when you’re desperate for something and can’t get it,” Navia coos, undoing the ribbon on her other arm. “Quite unfortunate though, I do like it when it’s your hands ridding me of all my clothes.”
Clorinde makes a frustrated noise and pulls again, her abs clenching and arms straining from the effort of attempting to brute force her way out of the restraints. Navia licks her lips at the sight, gleefully reminding herself that no one else in Teyvat gets to see Clorinde’s body splayed out like this— at Navia’s mercy to touch and tease and appreciate. It gives her a head rush, and Navia can’t help but want to make sure that everyone knows it.
“You’re mine, Clorinde. No one else gets to have you.”
The sound that leaves Clorinde’s throat in response to her words is desperate and hungry, completely pent up and on edge after being denied once already. Navia makes haste to strip herself bare, standing up to take off her dress and for once, cursing herself for making it so intricate. After struggling for a minute, she manages to undo all the clasps in the back and lets it pool on the floor before yanking at the straps of her corset.
As she fumbles, Clorinde can’t help but find the sight endearing. When Navia really wants something, any sort of dignity and grace goes out the window, especially when concerning anything related to Clorinde herself. She huffs out a laugh when Navia makes a triumphant noise, having finally undone her corset, and the pout Navia sends her way only makes her smile back with the dopiest grin imaginable.
“You’re so lucky I’m way too horny to wait,” Navia grumbles, but makes a show of letting her corset come off and effectively derailing Clorinde’s train of thought with the sight of her bare torso. “Otherwise I’d be edging you for another hour.”
Clorinde hums, distracted by Navia’s bare breasts and the expanse of skin that she wishes she could mark up with her mouth. Not one to be discouraged by Clorinde’s lack of verbal response, she turns around and pulls her skirt down along with her ruined underwear, smiling to herself when she hears Clorinde struggle against her binds again.
“You’re so impatient today,” she giggles, dropping her skirt on the floor and turning around to tug Clorinde’s bottoms off the rest of the way.
Seeing Navia— her wonderful, beautiful, menace of a girlfriend, completely naked in front of her makes Clorinde growl in frustration at her hands being incapacitated. She wants— no, needs to touch her.
“Can you blame me? I just want to touch you and I can’t even do that.”
Navia hums and straddles one of her legs, walking one hand up to play with her nipple again and sliding the other to grasp her cock in her hand. “You look so good like this though. Perfectly spread out for my taking.”
“Navia… Please, I can’t take this. Let me touch you.”
She strokes her shallowly, slowly working Clorinde back up to where she was before Navia stopped to remove her clothes. Ironically enough, for someone who’s spent their whole life being a hunter and exercising restraint and patience, for matters in the bedroom Clorinde almost has zero patience. Maybe her greed and self indulgence is Navia’s fault, being the only person to truly let Clorinde give in to repressed desires. But to Navia, it’s like a reward for all that life has been throwing at her puppy of a girlfriend. Clorinde deserves to be selfish at times too.
She quickens her pace, focusing at the head of her cock and making sure to move in firm, broad strokes like she did in the hallway. The effect is immediate. Clorinde’s lips part in a silent moan as she tries to curl her body, being held fast by the restraint and by Navia slowly grinding her slick center against her thigh. Her breathing becomes uneven as she writhes against the sheets, her body beginning to shake as Navia works her up to an orgasm. She moves the leg that isn’t pinned down and digs her heel into the mattress, leveraging herself up to awkwardly thrust in time with the rhythm of Navia’s strokes.
“Ah! Navia— Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Her voice comes back in a high, whiny moan, her arms flex as she instinctively tries to move them to hold onto the bed to ground herself, quickly hurtling over the edge. “Please… I want to cum. I can’t…”
“Why are you holding yourself back?” Navia purrs, pulling her hand back from her chest and leaning down. She bites and sucks at her skin, leaving more marks as Clorinde tries to wrangle her brain into formulating whole sentences.
“You said I can’t unless— Hnng… Unless it’s—”
“Inside my mouth or inside of me,” Navia finishes, remembering what she said earlier. She smiles a wicked smile and licks a stripe up one of Clorinde’s nipples, and feels a sense of smug satisfaction as Clorinde whimpers needily and continues to thrust into her hand.
Navia strengthens her grip on her cock slightly and pins down Clorinde’s hips, pumping her hand faster until the slick noise fills the room alongside her breathy moans.
“I’ve changed my mind,” she husks, digging her nails into Clorinde’s skin and quickly biting down randomly on her abs, grinning at the teeth marks she leaves behind.
“Cum for me, Clorinde.”
Clorinde comes with a loud moan of Navia’s name, her back arching sharply as she thrusts one final time into her hand. She digs her shoulders and head into the bed as she gasps for breath, her cum shooting out from the tip of her cock and painting a mess all over her stomach. She groans and slumps back against the bed as Navia slows down and helps her ride it out. Her breathing is heavy as Navia continues languidly, humming as more of her cum dribbles out the tip and pools against her hand.
“Ngh… Navia, fuck—” Clorinde pants, her hips still rolling slightly. Her eyes are glassy with unshed tears when Navia looks up to meet her gaze. She feels warmth bloom in her chest as Navia stops her hand and leans down to press kisses against her sternum, the cerulean of her eyes conveying so much love and desire.
“Gods, you’re so fucking hot Clorinde,” Navia husks against her skin, moving up until her lips reach her collarbone. She proceeds to nip and bite there, digging her teeth into her pale skin and preening victoriously each time an angry red mark blooms.
Clorinde says nothing and relaxes further in the sheets, still regaining her bearings and basking in the afterglow. Navia continues mouthing at her skin in the meantime, making a trail as she moves her lips back down her chest, spending a short amount of time on her nipples because she can’t get enough of the tiny noises Clorinde makes each time she does.
At some point she pulls away, continuing her descent before stopping at the mess all over her abs. Clorinde tilts her head down to look at the sudden loss of sensation and immediately feels her face and ears heat up as Navia stares and gnaws at her lips.
“Ah… Why are you staring?” She whines, fighting the urge to turn away and hide her face in a pillow.
“Because…” Navia starts, pulling her hand up to her face—the same one that she used to get Clorinde off—before licking the mess off of it like a cat would lick its own paw. Clorinde swallows harshly when she hums and meets her eyes, slowly lowering herself down until her mouth is a breadth away from her skin. “I made this mess, and I’m going to clean it up.”
Clorinde doesn’t even get a word in before Navia starts licking her cum and sweat off her stomach, audibly moaning at the taste and making sure she gets every bit of it on her tongue. She looks up through her eyelashes and sees Clorinde pulling at the restraints again, her face a pretty flush of pink as she continues to run her tongue along her skin. Navia feels Clorinde’s muscles tense, and is immediately overcome by the urge to bite again.
So she does, abruptly sinking her teeth into her flesh and making Clorinde hiss at the sting. She does it a few times, scattering the indents of her teeth all over her abs and sucking hickies in between. Eventually, when she’s satisfied with her handiwork, she lightly laves over the marks to soothe the sting.
“You’re so bitey today,” Clorinde murmurs, watching as Navia sits back up and rests her weight back on her thigh.
“I thought you liked it when I bite?” Navia asks, slowly starting to grind her hips again.
“I never said I didn’t,” Clorinde huffs, flexing her leg so Navia has a better surface to grind on. She doesn’t say anything, but Navia grinds down slightly harder, sighing at the sensation against her core. “You just don’t bite this much normally.”
“Mm… Maybe I just want to bite today?” She sighs, moaning softly as her clit rubs against Clorinde just right. “Maybe I just like seeing you covered in my marks.”
“Uh huh… And it totally has nothing to do with the interview and my co-worker?” Clorinde teases, biting back a laugh as the pleasured look on Navia’s face quickly shifts into an annoyed grimace.
Navia growls and digs her fingernails into Clorinde’s skin again. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“My love—”
“People need to know when to back off.” Navia hisses, halting her movements on Clorinde’s thigh entirely and shifting so she’s hovering over her softening cock. She drops down and begins grinding again, rubbing her slick all over her length and Clorinde feels herself hardening quickly.
“You’re mine , Clorinde. I want people to see that you’re mine and not question it or even dare try anything with you.”
Her words come from somewhere buried deep within her being. The pure want of being with Clorinde as well as having her in the way Navia has wanted for years, combines with her desire to be selfish and keep Clorinde for herself, resulting in this raw possessive need to claim Clorinde in any way she possibly can.
This unfiltered and unrestrained desire from Navia makes Clorinde dizzy, and she feels her body burn in arousal and react accordingly. Navia makes a satisfied noise when she feels Clorinde is fully hard, and she stops again to lift up and line the tip of her cock up to her dripping core.
Clorinde moans at the sight of her soaking wet pussy, holding her breath in anticipation as Navia lightly rubs the head of her cock up and down her slit, the slick noise only emphasizing her arousal. Navia whines as it nudges her clit, her lust clouds her mind as she chases the sensation for a moment.
A hitch in Clorinde’s breath shakes Navia out of it, and she forces herself to focus. It is then that Navia realizes that she is finally going to have Clorinde inside her again. The countless unsatisfying early morning and late nights of getting herself off are about to be rectified right then and there.
“Fuck, you’re going to feel so good inside of me.” Navia says, delirious as the thought spirals in her mind. “I’ve wanted this for so long… Archons, Clorinde— do you know what you do to me?”
Clorinde groans and tugs at the headboard again as Navia lines her cock up, spreading her lower lips open and slowly beginning to sink down, leaving both of them breathless. The moan that leaves Navia’s lips is sinful, a high pitched and beautiful sound that only gets louder as she slowly but surely spears herself on Clorinde’s length.
It is a bit overwhelming at first— has it really been that long? Tears prick at the corners of her eyes as she gets stretched open by the girth of her cock, and she stops at some point to ground herself because— Fuck, Clorinde is so big . But as she continues to slowly take more of her, the overwhelming feeling quickly bleeds into white hot ecstasy.
Clorinde encourages her softly. She praises her with whispers of compliments and words of unbridled love, and it only makes the coil of desire in Navia’s body burn hotter.
“Fuck yes… You feel so good…” Navia moans, sweat drips down the side of her face as she digs her fingers into Clorinde’s skin to ground herself. “Clorinde you’re so—”
Clorinde’s impatience gets the better of her. She thrusts up to sink the last bit of her cock inside Navia’s tight pussy, and she immediately clenches down on her length and makes Clorinde’s eyes roll back in her head. Navia gasps and stills on top of her, sparks fly across her vision briefly at the sudden intrusion, needing a moment to adjust.
“Ngh… You feel so good wrapped around me…” Clorinde gasps, blowing her bangs out of her face to get a better look at Navia perched on top of her. “Gods, you’re breathtaking.”
Navia whimpers and shifts slightly, trying to find a more comfortable position as she blinks the stars out of her eyes. She stares down at Clorinde before her, and the sight of her girlfriend all sorts of disheveled only making her walls clench around her cock again. With messy hair, sweat rolling down her face and marks littering her body in a variety of shapes and sizes, Clorinde is the epitome of ravishing and devastatingly handsome. She’s everything Navia could ever want and more.
Navia exhales hard and lifts herself up, groaning as her length drags against her sensitive walls and stopping when only the tip was still inside. Clorinde fixes her gaze between them, licking her lips subconsciously as some of Navia’s slick strings from her cock to her core, wishing for the nth time that she could hold or touch Navia.
“If anyone is breathtaking, it’s you mon coeur,” Navia pants, running a hand up Clorinde’s body before squeezing one of her breasts, preening when she arches into her hand. “Handsome, strong, and stupidly attractive in every way imaginable.”
She sinks down fast, the sound of their hips smacking together fills the room and Clorinde flounders against the sheets, moaning softly as her cock sheaths deep inside of Navia’s pussy.
“And you’re mine .”
Navia repeats the motion, gradually getting faster until she is bouncing furiously on Clorinde’s cock, her unabashed moans melding with Clorinde’s and very quickly creating a symphony of their love and desire.
Clorinde attempts to match Navia’s rhythm the best she can, aiming for spots she knows are sensitive and will rile Navia up easily. She thrusts up each time Navia drops her hips down, and Clorinde feels proud each time Navia keens and throws her head back, exposing her unblemished neck and pretty collarbones.
“Ah, fuck yes Navia, that’s it…” Clorinde murmurs, her eyes filled with awe and desire. “Ride me just like that baby, you take me so well…”
Navia leans over Clorinde and braces her free hand against the sheets as she rolls her hips, gasping for air and attempting to minimize the separation of their bodies as much as possible. She needs Clorinde deep inside her, needs her to split her open, needs her to fill her with everything she could give her. But most of all;
“Haah, Clorinde—” Navia moans, sliding the hand that was on Clorinde’s chest up to cup the back of her head, leaning down to press an open mouthed kiss against her lips. She pulls away and starts nipping at the unblemished parts of her neck, deciding that she now wants to cover every part of her neck in her marks. “I— Ngh… I need to hear you say it.”
Clorinde grunts as Navia bites at her jugular, doing her best to get her brain working again so she can fulfill Navia’s demand. “You need— ah… What do you need?”
“You’re mine.” Her voice is desperate and needy as she says it. “Tell me that you’re mine.”
“I’ve always been yours.”
Her pussy clenches tighter around her length as she says it, and Navia gasps as Clorinde thrusts harder against her, pressing the head of her cock against a sensitive spot that has Navia convulsing in her lap. She immediately loses her rhythm, letting Clorinde take control of the pace and losing herself in her pleasure.
It feels too good. Navia feels every ridge and blood vessel as Clorinde bottoms out, her own desperation bleeds into her thrusts as the pace gets rougher. Navia throws her head back and moans loudly, leaning back to sit upright so she can bring her hand from the bed to rub and pinch at her clit. The rush of pleasure from the stimulation hits Navia like a truck, and she very quickly finds herself on the brink of coming. Clorinde groans and uselessly tugs her wrists, her abs flexing harshly as she too, feels an orgasm building steadily.
“Ah— Clorinde… I’m so close, please. Please, please, please—” Navia babbles, the tears that were pooling in her eyes now starting to run down her face.
Clorinde can tell she’s close from how frequent and erratic the walls of her pussy flutter around her. Wanting to bring Navia over that precipice, she slows her thrusts down but keeps them rough, making sure to bury her cock as deep as she possibly can while also pressing against that one spot that makes Navia’s mind go blank. With her hands restrained, the only other thing that she can use to make Navia come is her voice.
So as she thrusts that last fatal thrust, Clorinde snarls, “No one can take me from you. Everything that is me belongs to you. I’m yours and you’re mine. ”
Navia loses it. She screams as she comes, her hips stilling as she shakes on top of Clorinde, raking her nails down her skin as her pussy clamps down hard around her cock, a rush of her cum gushing out of her and pooling between them. Clorinde jogs her hips the best she can in her position, grunting as she hilts herself before spilling deep inside, throwing her head back and moaning Navia’s name as she fills her with her cum.
“Yes… Fill me up. Give it all to me.” Navia hisses, pressing her hips firmly against Clorinde’s to ensure none of Clorinde’s cum escapes.
For a moment, the only sounds filling the room are their labored breathing and the subtle creak of the bed as Navia continues rocking her hips. Clorinde lays on the bed bonelessly, feeling like she’s in an out of body experience as she comes down from her high, gasping for breath. Navia braces her hands against Clorinde’s stomach as she catches her breath, stopping her hips but still twitching from aftershocks.
She watches in real time as Clorinde comes back to herself, the haze in her violet eyes clearing as she looks up at Navia, a satisfied smile on her face. Navia grins and leans down to press a sweet kiss against her lips, humming when Clorinde meets her in the middle and presses her tongue inside her mouth.
“Mm… Looks like someone is still eager for more,” She says once she pulls back, running her fingertips over the myriad of bite marks and hickies littering Clorinde’s skin. “You’re still so hard.”
Clorinde smirks and leans back against the pillow, looking unfairly dashing and smug. “You can’t expect me to go soft when I have a sight like this sitting on top of me.”
Navia huffs out a laugh as she lifts herself up again, this time pulling off completely and groaning at the mess of their combined cum starting to slide out of her. “In that case…”
She runs the head between her folds again just to tease Clorinde, loving how her eyes immediately darken upon looking between them.
“Let’s put your fat cock to use until I can’t walk anymore.”
~~~
Navia is in bliss.
Clorinde grunts underneath her as she bounces on her cock, still completely at Navia’s mercy. Her hands are still tied to the headboard, so she can only watch helplessly as Navia fucks herself on her cock like Clorinde’s her glorified sex toy.
“Archons Navia, you feel so good…” Clorinde moans, attempting to roll her hips upwards. “Fuck— let me have my hands back… Please?”
“Ngh… No. You’re— Haah… gonna lie there and watch me fuck you until I’m satisfied.” Navia growls, white knuckling the sheets as her cock hits a spot that knocks the wind out of her and makes her hips stutter. “Or, you use your hips. Come on baby, you’re strong enough to fuck me without your hands.”
Navia gasps as Clorinde bucks her hips up, meeting her halfway with an alternate rhythm. Clorinde matches her at first, but very quickly she changes the pace, roughly pistoning her hips and making sure to bottom out. Despite them going at it for quite a bit now, Navia still feels like she’s getting split in half every time Clorinde pushes her cock inside her, filling her up in a way that nothing else can ever replicate.
“Yes, yes, yes— fuck ! Right there!” She moans, bouncing furiously against her, her orgasm hitting her like a tidal wave. “Fuck, Clorinde — I’m cumming, I’m cumming, I’m—”
Clorinde grits her teeth and thrusts as deep as she can go, groaning as Navia stills and falls apart, her body shaking uncontrollably as her pussy clamps down once again, milking Clorinde’s throbbing cock.
“I’m close… I’m so close, fuck!” Clorinde groans, humping up against Navia but not wanting to overstimulate her. Navia whines and pushes through the aftershocks, shallowly rocking her hips back and forth, entirely fueled by the need to be filled with Clorinde’s cum.
“Come on baby, don’t you want to see me full your cum? Fuck all of it inside me until I’m dripping even until morning.”
Clorinde doesn’t stand a chance the moment those words leave Navia’s mouth, and for a split second she blacks out as she falls over the edge. Navia moans in satisfaction as warmth spills inside of her, completely and utterly spent.
Navia sighs and slumps forward, bringing her hands up to undo Clorinde’s restraints before nestling her face in the crook of Clorinde’s neck as she waits for her to come back. She finally feels sated after fucking Clorinde for what felt like hours. She sighs as she cuddles closer to Clorinde’s warm body, running her fingers over her skin and just appreciating being as close to Clorinde as humanly possible.
She knows Clorinde is back when she feels fingers gently carding through her sweaty hair, and she feels more than hears the happy hum that she lets out as she presses a gentle kiss right against where Clorinde’s heart should be.
“Good?” Navia asks, looking up and breaking the peaceful silence.
“Mhm…” Clorinde hums, shaking her wrists out and flexing her fingers to regain circulation. Navia winces as she sees bruising around the delicate skin.
“Good would be an understatement.” She murmurs, lightly massaging both wrists before wrapping them around Navia and pulling her closer. “Thank you my love.”
Navia blushes furiously and hides her face in Clorinde’s neck, suddenly hit by a wave of embarrassment.
“Don’t laugh,” She whines petulantly, feeling Clorinde’s chest shake with laughter. “You’re so mean…”
“You got shy at that of all things? After you said-”
“I know what I said! Don’t remind me… It’s embarrassing.”
Clorinde huffs out another laugh but doesn’t prod any further. They bask in the afterglow for a while, cherishing the closeness and physical contact. Navia feels Clorinde nudge her nose into the top of her head and inhale deeply, to which she giggles and presses soft kisses against any bit of skin she can reach.
At some point, Clorinde rolls them over onto their sides, which very quickly reminds both of them that they’re still connected. Navia’s breath hitches as she feels Clorinde move inside her, flinching in sensitivity. Clorinde groans and whispers several apologies, being quick to not jostle them any further. She very quickly realizes that she should pull out sooner rather than later, and gently maneuvers Navia onto her back.
Navia whimpers as Clorinde pushes her legs apart, being careful when extricating herself. The tip of her tongue peeks out from between her lips as she holds the base of her cock and slowly but surely pulls out. They both shiver at the wet squelch that follows, and Navia groans as she feels the mess of their mixed cum starting to leak out of her. She sees Clorinde’s eyes darken as she stares, completely transfixed as she watches it drip onto their sheets.
“Mm… You look so good… I could eat you…” Clorinde says, lightly rubbing the skin of Navia’s knee with her thumb.
Navia groans and smacks Clorinde’s forearm, moving to sit up. “Archons… You’re so insatiable… Give me a break at least.”
Clorinde steps back and reaches her arm out to help Navia up, which she takes gratefully. She stands up on wobbly legs and turns toward where their en suite bathroom is. As she starts to make her way over, she can feel the soreness ebbing from between her legs. Clorinde immediately moves behind her and places her hands on her waist, steadying her upon noticing the slight limp in her gait.
“I’ll help you clean up.” Clorinde murmurs, her voice warm with affection and care.
Navia moves a hand to cover one of Clorinde’s own, smiling as she turns to look up at her. “Thank you mon coeur.”
She leans in to peck a light kiss on Clorinde’s lips, which she happily reciprocates.
“I love you,” Navia says, continuing to move towards the bathroom.
Clorinde smiles and carefully helps Navia sit on the toilet seat before turning to run the warm water for their shower. “I love you too.”
And if partway through their shower Navia finds herself pushed up against the tile of their shower with Clorinde vigorously pounding into her from behind, it’s really no surprise at all.
~~~
Clorinde wakes up early as per her normal workday routine. She blinks the sleep out of her bleary eyes, taking the time to soak in the warmth under the blankets. She sighs and buries her face deeper into the back of Navia’s head, breathing her in and committing the feeling of her warm body pressed flush against her front.
She smiles when she sees evidence of the night before decorating the exposed sliver of Navia’s shoulder. Marks of various sizes cover Navia’s skin, with the biggest one in view being a dark purple hickey right at the junction of her neck and shoulder. Right next to it is a slightly smaller bite mark, and just looking at it makes Clorinde tempted to make another mark, but doing so would wake her up.
Reluctantly, she gets up, being careful to not wake up Navia, who was still sound asleep. She stretches and moves to the dresser that holds her clothes, stopping halfway as she catches sight of herself in the mirror.
Before they slept, Clorinde had thrown on one of her other button up shirts without bothering to button it up, and now it gives her a clear view of her naked body as she stares at her own reflection in disbelief.
Her neck, shoulders, and chest have hickies and bite marks of various shapes and sizes all over, and as she trails her eyes down, she sees her abs covered in angry red scratches and more bite marks.
With an amused huff, she shrugs her sleep shirt off and gets ready for the day, completely unaware of Navia watching her with a content smile.
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“Charlotte? Did you manage to get an interview with Clorinde?”
Charlotte looks up from her desk to see Euphrasie making her way over, a hopeful look in her eyes. With a half smile, Charlotte pulls out her draft for the article and hands it to her.
“I sure did. After much convincing I was granted an audience with her, so I made the most of what I got.”
Euphrasie skims it over quickly before passing it back to her. “Good work. I hope to see this out for release within the next few weeks.”
Charlotte bows her head slightly as Euphraise walks away, turning back to the draft in front of her with a soft smile. She scribbles a small note underneath the title before sighing and putting it off to the side. She still has to schedule another meeting with Clorinde to get through the rest of the greenlit responses, but she hopes this article saves Navia a headache. With a bright grin, she reaches for a blank piece of paper to start another inquiry for Clorinde and Navia, should the latter choose to tag along.
Champion Duelist Clorinde - Simple Facts You Need to Know (Alternatively: There Is No Clorinde without Navia)
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