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Moon of Rejoining, 1067 AR
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Nicola loved thinking back to Romy. She was a talented musician, and a pure soul who never hated anyone, not even that former fiancé of hers. She was influenced by a harsh upbringing and had to spend some time with Nicola to unlearn her preconceived notions, like the wholly conservative ideas that singing and dancing were immoral, not just as professions, but even as simple activities. She was also a passionate lover, gleefully moaning Nicola’s name when she brought her tongue or her fingers between the redhead’s thighs, bending her body, digging her fingers into Nicola’s silver hair…
Nicola loved recalling the scent of her arousal and the exact tone of her voice when she was about to climax, the taste of her when she was lying there, breathing heavily and mewling every time she felt Nicola’s tongue on her while she was still experiencing the afterglow of her orgasm.
But despite her passion, she was a little more ‘basic’ in her sexual tastes than Nicola. Nicola, of course, was happy to please and keep it to a level that Romy found comfortable, but her mind sometimes wandered, back to those tavern wenches she claimed in haystacks, whom she showed some of her ‘folk magic’ to. Moans filled the air as ice magic or weak lightning magic aroused their senses, and sometimes she even showed them a folk spell she picked up in a curious village, with a purely female population, with that spell being the secret to how they could grow their numbers without men.
So it came as a bit of a shock and pleasant surprise to her to find out just how naughty her lover’s reincarnation truly was. She read her ‘fan fiction’ and was met with a trove of morally dubious or even reprehensible material, if it were real instead of fictional. They went through all sorts of things. From age gap to ‘familial love’, to nonconsensual consummation, slavery, blackmail and other things, Hifumi’s fantasies covered a wide variety of taboo topics. And from what she told Nicola, she wanted her next novel to be about a heroine who was made a sex slave by a ‘Demon Queen’, which would then turn into a slow-burn romance between the two as they enjoyed themselves mutually but kept the façade of their blood feud up, unbeknownst to each other.
And more importantly, Hifumi wanted inspiration for writing the lewd scenes appearing in this book, which prompted her to take her lover into her arms and right into her bedroom…
***
“So, uhm…” Hifumi smiled and tapped the tips of her index fingers together as she looked at Nicola with an awkward grin. They both sat on the edge of her bed, mere moments after Nicola declared that she would give Hifumi her inspiration for her new novel.
“…right, this is my first time and all, I just want to make sure we’re on the same page,” she declared as she cleared her throat, and Nicola listened dutifully.
“I… want you to continue the play we did before, just with sex. I’m a heroine, trapped in your strings and you’re going to have your way with me. Also… no need to worry about me being a virgin, I broke my hymen with toys a long time ago.”
Hifumi blushed furiously as she put her desires into words and Nicola pondered her wish for a moment.
Your first time and you want to be violated… consensually. My, how different the same soul can be in its next life.
Nicola raised a hand to cover her mouth, hiding the smirk she was wearing. She would never have imagined that her beloved, who liked ‘normal’ sex would come back and outpace her, even as a virgin. The most depraved thing Nicola had done in the past millennium was hiring a maid three hundred years ago, with whom she entered a relationship with outside of work hours (but not outside of her maid uniform). It was a purely carnal and casual relationship, as Nicola only ever loved one woman until she met Hifumi, but it was fun regardless.
Incidentally, said maid used her earnings from her cleaning duties to fund her tuition at the mage’s college and returned as a healer in Nicola’s service. She hasn’t slept with her since, but she heard that the elf, Lithael, liked to sleep with couples of human women these days.
“We need a word that signals the end of our performance, then,” Nicola suggested. “To play your role of the trapped heroine you need to be able to deny me, to shout ‘stop!’ or ‘no!’, or even fake crying. I will not suffer ambiguity whether these are your real feelings or just part of your performance as my victim.”
Hifumi nodded with a serious expression. And with the same serious expression she declared her safe word.
“Pinocchio.”
There was a long, awkward silence that hung in the air after that word rang out. Nicola knew that name. Of course she did. She enjoyed art from Earth, including its many novels, and she read this one. The inherent joke of Hifumi picking that name to make Nicola stop made her blow air through her nose, then she laughed, and Hifumi joined in.
Her purple strings were shimmering as they wrapped gently around Hifumi’s body. She stood in the middle of Nicola’s bedroom, exposed like the day she was born, while her arms were restrained above her head. She was wearing a blindfold, and her breathing came heavy already. Nicola could see a weak shimmer between her thighs in the candlelight as she stepped around her; clear evidence that the situation on its own aroused the girl.
She herself was still wearing her usual dress as she inspected her lover thoroughly. The sight of the girl’s small breasts excited her already, the way the little bumps rising from her chest cast shadows on themselves as the whole scene was illuminated by a single candle to Hifumi’s left. The way she could watch her cute pink nipples stiffen in real time as the girl got turned on by the anticipation and uncertainty. It was utterly delicious.
Nicola motioned and more of her magic strings appeared from all directions. They wrapped around Hifumi’s body, forming tortoise shell bondage, with diamond-shaped sections of interconnected string decorating her skin. Her small breasts were squished just a little bit by the strings between, above and below them and appeared a little larger. Two of these strings even went into her crotch, digging into her exposed sex and causing her to wiggle, letting out a little moan.
“Now, my little ‘heroine’, do you have anything to say for yourself after falling into my trap like this?” Nicola spoke in a low, husky voice, and Hifumi reacted to it immediately. She bit her lower lip and squirmed in her bondage, even more so as Nicola reached out and cupped her cheek in a hand, then traced her jaw with a finger until she rested the tip under her chin.
“You know what’s going to happen to you now, don’t you?” she continued, stepping behind Hifumi. She grabbed her lover’s upper arms, slowly letting her hands slide down until they touched Hifumi’s hips.
“J-just kill me, demon! Get it over with!” Hifumi stammered. Her inexperience with acting and her mental fight against her own horrendous arousal made her delivery sound wooden, but this was not the first play Nicola performed with an amateur, so it didn’t bother her.
“I’m going to make you my pleasure slave. I will make your body shiver with lust, your thighs slick with your undeniable arousal, and then I will violate you and make you mine entirely.”
Nicola delivered these words in a whisper against Hifumi’s ear, while her right hand moved up to cup one of the girl’s small breasts, taking extra care to run a finger over the areola and finally her nipple. She even made sure that her words blew the exact amount of air against Hifumi’s ear to make it tingle. Her left hand rested on Hifumi’s left thigh, utterly refusing to slide any further to the right, where Hifumi wanted that hand desperately at this very moment. She could feel the rising body temperature of her lover, she heard her labored breaths, but she simply kept to massaging her right breast right now, while keeping her whispering lips close to her ear.
“When I’m halfway through, you’ll be begging me to violate you, and I will deny you until you’re so desperate that you want to die.”
Her words had an effect. There was a quiet gasp from the lips of her horny, horny beloved, and she let out a little whimper. Nicola could see a small trickle of wetness running down her right thigh, shimmering in the candlelight. Then she let go of her.
There was a whimpering protest from Hifumi, but she bravely clung to her role as the noble heroine defying her captor in the face of violation. Nicola simply kept walking in a circle around Hifumi and watched as the girl squirmed more and more. She shivered and reacted to the slightest draft of wind created by Nicola’s movement, pulling a little on the strings that bound her. While committed to her role, she still wanted to be touched and stimulated, and now, being deprived and blindfolded, with no way to know what happens next, she was an utter mess.
“…nh… w-what are you planning to do, demon?!”
Again, Hifumi’s performance left much to be desired. She drooled a little, already imagining Nicola doing this and that to her, obviously, but Nicola didn’t answer. After leaving her hanging for a minute or two like this, she extended her hand and brought out her next trick. A thin sheet of ice, barely more than a few millimeters, covered Hifumi’s breasts and she recoiled at first, squirming in her bondage. It melted near-instantly from her body temperature, and her naked body was covered in cold droplets, which glittered in the candlelight and enticingly ran down her bare skin. Hifumi mewled and moaned as her nipples got even harder than previously thought possible and the tiny, invisible hairs on her body stood up, covering her in goosebumps.
“Ah… hah… ah…!” she filled the room with her heavy breathing and a low, creaking sound as she squirmed and the magic strings were pulled taut, restraining her movement.
You are utterly and completely at my mercy, my love…
Nicola stood in front of her lover and ran the tips of her index and middle finger over Hifumi’s pubic mound, admiring the smoothly shaven skin where her lover kept herself in pristine condition, always expecting Nicola to finally make a move and jump her. It made her feel a little bad for holding back for so long.
“F-foul demon! Stop playing around and just… f-finish me already…!” Hifumi breathed, or almost whispered, even. Nicola suppressed the urge to chuckle at the possibly unintentional double entendre, instead leaning in and gently licking Hifumi’s earlobe as her fingers slid ever deeper, stopping just short above the hood of Hifumi’s clit.
“Oh, I’m going to finish you alright, little hero.”
She could feel the hot breath of her lover on her skin, the way it blew irregularly over her neck as she was so close to her. Every cubic centimeter of air contained distilled lust and anticipation… and Nicola finally rewarded her, without ever touching her intimate area.
Small arcs of lightning connected the tips of Nicola’s fingers with Hifumi’s clit, way too small and weak to be painful. No, they were in fact a bundle of concentrated stimulation, spreading an intense tingle wherever they hit her lover’s sensitive skin. Hifumi’s heightened senses from being blindfolded, the raised sensitivity of her skin from the water droplet play and the torturous minutes of anticipation did their work together with the stimulating electricity, and Hifumi climaxed.
She arched her back and let out loud moans, straining against her bondage again while the strings creaked. Spasms went through her body and a small drool trickle ran over the corner of her mouth as Nicola kept the stimulation going. A strange feeling of power filled her as she saw her beloved climaxing without even being physically touched. She showed a truly villainous grin as she made Hifumi cum, over and over again…
Hifumi never uttered the safe word, so Nicola kept their roleplay going. She took the blindfold off her and gestured with her hands to command her magicked purple strings. The tortoise shell bondage remained on Hifumi’s body, but the restraints around her arms and wrists disappeared. Instead, marionette strings attached to Hifumi’s limbs, and she was made to move, following Nicola through the corridors of her castle.
“Ah… hah… what are you… planning to do with me…?” Hifumi asked, now a little more in character. It would appear that the intense orgasms from before made her a lot more receptive to their roleplay.
“W-what are you doing to my… my body, you demon! Why is it moving on its own…?”
“You are now my slave. Mine to command, mine to do with as I please,” Nicola told her matter-of-factly. They passed by some of her marionette guards. She had them appear in human disguises, looking at Hifumi with lecherous and mocking stares. It had an effect, as Hifumi turned quite red under their gaze.
“D-don’t’ look at me…!” she whimpered. Still no Pinocchio, though, so Nicola kept walking with her in tow. They entered the throne room after a while, where marionettes dressed and disguised as maids prepared everything for her. She never sat long on the tall, gaudy throne which was at the center of this room. She was no queen, just a lady who deigned herself fit to protect a town and its prosperity, so she didn’t exactly hold audiences.
The throne would serve another purpose today. She stepped towards it, spread her arms wide, and Hifumi looked on with wide, hungry eyes as marionettes in maid dresses stepped close to disrobe the lady of the castle bit by bit. Before long she wore nothing and the marionettes brought the device for the play she had in mind.
A strap-on, it was called. There were primitive equivalents in her world to the devices that were common among female lovers in Hifumi’s world, but Nicola procured a modern one for herself. Maybe one day she would leak the methods of production to some craftsmen to delight all the women in Romystedt who loved each other… but that was not important right now.
Who was important was her lover. Hifumi gulped as she looked on and trembled a little. Her thighs were still shiny from her previous orgasms, and new slick trails were added as she took in the sight of her lover with the lovemaking tool strapped to her hips.
“Ah… w-what are you going to…” Hifumi gulped and struggled to stay in character.
Fuck me. Fuck me with that. Please! Please, please! Her eyes seemed to tell Nicola, and she happily fulfilled her wish. Maybe not the way Hifumi expected, however.
***
Hifumi was made to straddle Nicola as she sat on the throne. Nicola nonchalantly held an empty wine glass to the side and had a marionette fill it, while Hifumi positioned her wet sex right above the silicone cock. She would have probably done so on her own, but right now she held no control over what her body below her neck did. She looked on with lustful, needy eyes as Nicola pulled marionette strings with her left hand. Commands were issued into the ether connecting all of her strings, then relayed to the ones holding Hifumi, making her move according to every one of her mistresses’ whims. Right now, Nicola toyed with her, making her rub her wet slit over the length of the cock, completely avoiding it sliding inside. Hifumi’s trials weren’t over just yet.
“You know, I’m not feeling any pleasure from this toy… I didn’t think to acquire one that stimulates the wearer as well. For that I have… other measures. But for now, as I am so generous, you can get yourself off.”
She lazily swirled the wine inside her glass and brought it to her lips, taking a sip as she looked the enslaved author directly in the eyes. Hifumi at this point had entirely given up on keeping up appearances. In the corridor she may have felt confident displaying the defiant heroine, but right now, with that toy rubbing her sensitive spots, she turned into a needy girl who wanted nothing more than for her girlfriend to make ‘love’ to her, no matter through how many layers of dominance and submission.
“You should be grateful to your mistress for letting you get off on this toy that doesn’t even tingle her,” Nicola continued and Hifumi nodded eagerly, letting out a long, pleasured moan as the shaft finally penetrated her. As directed by the strings, she wrapped her arms around Nicola’s shoulders and moved her hips up and down, riding her while looking her in the eyes. The intimate closeness was almost enough for the villainess to break character and kiss her girlfriend, but she kept at it. Hifumi desired this scenario, so she should get it, and Nicola simply brought the wine glass between the two, taking another nonchalant sip from it, as the enslaved ‘heroine’ noisily moved her hips and gyrated them, throwing her head back and letting out louder moans.
Nicola made sure to watch Hifumi with skillfully acted boredom as she made her move with the marionette strings on her left hand, and took the occasional sip of wine from her right. Before long, her crotch was slick with Hifumi’s arousal, seeping through the toy’s harness. Hifumi had a silent orgasm, it appeared, but her hips never stopped moving, causing her to start mewling and moaning as overstimulation flooded her brain.
“What a mess you’re making, dear hero…” Nicola observed with a mischievous smirk as she tugged the strings, and Hifumi’s eyes went wide as her body moved faster. The tip of the toy rubbed over the novelist’s most sensitive spots on her vaginal wall, and small twitches and spasms went through her body as her involuntary movement got her off again. She was made to embrace Nicola tightly, who did nothing to return the gesture and simply leaned back, enjoying the show as Hifumi’s hips were rising and slamming down hard, each of the movements accompanied by a howling moan this time.
“Ah… no… stop! I… I can’t…!” Hifumi stammered between her labored breaths and mewls, and Nicola listened closely to her, ready to abort the play whenever she heard the word ‘Pinocchio’. She even spoke it quietly to Hifumi, like a prompter in a professional theater, in case her addled mind forgot, but Hifumi shook her head. Her eyes betrayed the bliss she felt, while she still acted like she was Nicola’s victim, and her refusal to speak the safe word only confirmed that she thoroughly enjoyed their collaboration. As Hifumi was about to cum for the fourth time, Nicola suddenly lifted her off the artificial member, leaving her gasping and wanting for more.
“Ah… demon…! What are you…?”
Nicola grinned menacingly in return. “You had your fun, ‘hero’. I’ll get my pound of flesh now.”
Hifumi’s wrists were tied to the headboard of Nicola’s bed, which suspiciously had rings attached just for that purpose, to which her binding strings could attach. Her thighs and shins were wrapped in the same string, keeping her legs folded together as she was waiting for her lover and mistress, forced to bare her privates to her. They still glittered with their incredible wetness in the dim candlelight of the room as Nicola climbed on top of Hifumi and caressed her cheek.
“I will finally claim you as deep and raw as I can…” she whispered to her lover as she brought a hand to her own crotch and weaved the magic she learned so long ago from the town of only women, which turned out to be a secret coven of witches. She felt a change in her lower body, and Hifumi could see it. Her eyes went wide in surprise, which Nicola expected to a degree. She read some of the fan fiction which Hifumi wrote and decorated with a ‘tag’, (a sort of content label) called ‘futanari’. Fantastical settings in which women grew magic phalluses to mate with other women, or were born with them. Fantasizing about such things was one thing, but Nicola was certain that seeing it in person was an entirely different beast for the girl. She saw her novelist girlfriend gulp and look her in the eyes hesitantly, so Nicola decided to break character just this once, in honor of the strange situation.
“…don’t hesitate to use your safe word if…”
“…fuck me with that!” Hifumi interrupted her.
“….”
Hifumi blushed as Nicola was a little too stunned to respond, then she cleared her throat and reiterated, while her face continued to turn the shade of a tomato.
“Push your cock deep inside me and punish your naughty heroine… please,” Hifumi said and made pretty eyes at Nicola, who in turn chuckled, closing her eyes.
And here I was worried that I had done too much… but as you wish, my love.
***
Mere moments after Hifumi’s brave declaration she was letting out strained moans that rhythmically filled the bedroom. Her tied hands balled into fists as Nicola buried her magic member deep inside her and had her own desires fully reawakened. The warm embrace of her lover spurred her on, making her move her hips as her fingers dug into the soft flesh of Hifumi’s thighs. She slammed her hips noisily against Hifumi’s, ramming her with full, carnally driven intent despite her having been a ‘virgin’ until two hours ago.
Two hundred years of repressed lust bubbled to the surface, and the cute, flat-chested novelist with her dyed hair was a convenient outlet.
Nicola thrust her hips, no longer just to fulfill her lover’s fantasies. She thrust into her to satisfy herself after having a first, addictive taste of a lover’s embrace after a torturously long time. To put it mildly, she couldn’t stop herself anymore and had to get herself off.
And Hifumi? She bravely took it all. She spread her legs a little further apart, and every time she climaxed, she announced it with a cutesy little voice before her body shook and tightened around Nicola. She arched her back, wiggled from side to side, whatever instinct drove her muscles as Nicola kept getting her ‘pound of flesh’, as she announced it.
Her member was quickly slick with Hifumi’s arousal, which splattered on the bedsheets whenever she pulled out to the tip, only to reverse course and slam the entire length back inside her cute lover. Nicola experimented a little with the angles of her thrusts and settled for one that had Hifumi respond with a lustful squeal whenever the cock’s tip pushed into a particularly sensitive spot. An echo of their noisy mating filled the room and Nicola breathed heavily, establishing passionate eye contact with Hifumi, caressing her cheek and letting her suck on her fingers ever to often.
When Nicola was ready to reach her climax, Hifumi’s mind was completely lost in the throes of passion, with her eyes staring at the ceiling and her face contorted in utter bliss. Nicola put her hand around her lover’s throat, or rather, under her jawline, where she held her safely while she leaned down and moaned in her face.
“I’ll release it all inside.”
This appeared to snap Hifumi back into reality and she strained against the bonds tying her wrists.
“Hah… ah… wait! If you release inside, I’m gonna get…”
“And why would I care?” Nicola replied, still fully in character. There was another reason why she wasn’t really worried about the consequences, but it was fun to let her lover imagine this action as dangerous. Though, after what felt like a little eternity there was still no mention of a certain real boy with a long nose, so Nicola simply pumped her member deep inside her lover and let out a loud moan, releasing a torrent of semen inside the poor girl who climaxed with her.
***
“Hn… hah… wow. That was…” Hifumi struggled to speak as she caught her breath. The two lovers were now lying side by side, looking at the ceiling above them. Nicola, of course, freed Hifumi immediately as she was done and got rid of the phallic extra between her legs, so now they held hands, both utterly drenched in sweat and their arousal, while Hifumi also leaked a considerable amount of a sticky white liquid from between her legs on top of everything else.
“I never imagined… that my first time… would be something so kinky and… amazing.” Hifumi now produced with a smile and looked over at Nicola before giving her a kiss.
“But, uh… will I get pregnant from this?” she now asked sheepishly, collecting some of Nicola’s essence from between her legs with a finger.
Nicola shook her head in turn.
“The curse of immortality turned me sterile. Trust me, I tried. At one point I thought that I could just forget and live a simple life by having a family. My seed never took root in a maiden, neither did a man’s take root in me.”
Nicola looked away from Hifumi but suddenly felt her hand on her cheek and turned back to look at her beloved, who completed the gesture by holding Nicola’s face in both hands.
“Hey… Nicola…”
The way she spoke, she wanted to address something heavy. Nicola simply let her continue.
“…when we met… you were about to end your life, weren’t you? I saw the prick on your throat and the bandaged hand.”
Nicola bit her lower lip and closed her eyes.
“I… was lonely. After Lethe was defeated and I lost what drove me this past millennium, all I wanted was to be with the one I loved again. I thought reincarnation was my best choice, but… then I ran into you, Hifumi.”
“Do you love me because I used to be her?”
Nicola shook her head.
“I love you because you’re you. Every reincarnation is their own person, maybe sharing a few traits here and there. I’m happy that I got my ‘reunion’ in a way, but the person I fell in love with is a perverted young novelist with a very… unconventional sexual hunger which matches my own.”
Hifumi giggled in response to Nicola’s words and leaned in to give her a short kiss.
“You make me sound kind of terrible, but I’ll take it. I love you, Nicola.”
“I love you, too, Hifumi.”
With that they embraced and closed their eyes, letting the heat of their lovemaking die down, until…
“Wait a minute… if you were sterile because of your immortality, and you’re mortal again…”
Oh. Oops.
October 2024
***
Hifumi breathed a sigh of relief. She sat in a bathroom stall of a Karaoke Kan, attending a party with her new friend group. A little earlier, she excused herself for a few minutes, taking her handbag with her. It was about time for her to get her period, and she had a little test with her in case it didn’t come.
To her massive relief, she bled like usual. She never imagined that the monthly torture that was the red tide would ever make her feel good, but here she was, fully enjoying the freedom it signaled. She wasn’t pregnant from her first time having sex.
Yuri pregnancy is a fun tag to play around with in writing, but in the real world, it would be a pain in the ass to explain!
Hifumi leaned against the wall behind her and let out a long sigh before she stared at the ceiling.
From now on I’m taking the pill so Nicola can keep surprising me.
She stared ahead before the next thought entered her mind.
Still… a family with Nicola…
She pondered as she pulled up her pants, flushed, and made her way back to the karaoke room.
It does sound kind of nice… maybe one day I’ll think about it seriously.