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Stelle stared up at the ceiling of the Express' residential car. Every now and then, she thought she saw something floating across her vision. She brushed it off as something from her imagination. She had been waiting for what felt like hours now. Looking at her phone, though, Stelle saw she was only waiting for around 45-minutes. Everyone on the Astral Express knew that this would happen when Bronya invited them to the Solwarm Festival.
March 7th enjoyed dolling herself up for any event.
But by the time they would be ready to leave, the festival would be over! Stelle couldn't stand waiting a moment longer. She needed to get March to start moving or they would miss all the fun.
Rising from her seat, Stelle stormed to March 7th's room. She didn't bother knocking or announcing that she was coming in. The doors slid open and she stepped inside.
"March, if you aren't ready in the next five minutes, I'm going to—"
Stelle was speechless the moment her eyes landed on March 7th.
"Is something wrong?" March asked.
Nothing was wrong—she was taking in how beautiful March 7th looked.
The dress was elegant, much different than her casual look; the sides were open and it revealed more skin than Stelle expected from her; and there was a cute tiara on her head that completed the look. She looked absolutely stunning. March 7th was always cute but right now?
"Beautiful..." Stelle muttered.
March placed her hands on her hips. "What are you mumbling about? Is there something on my face? Come on; tell me!"
Stelle wasn't sure if she trusted her words or not. She feared she would say something that would turn March away from her.
Because none of Stelle's thoughts were pure—she thought about pinning March down onto her bed and ravaging her; of pushing the dress up and moving her underwear to the side just so that she could eat her out.
"Stelle!" March shouted, loud enough to break her out of her spell.
She shook her head. "H-huh?"
March started to tap her foot impatiently as if she was the one waiting for her girlfriend to get ready. "What are you doing staring off into space like that? We gotta go!"
Stelle almost told her that she was waiting for her. She held her tongue, mostly because there were other things she would rather do with it. "Well...what's the rush?"
"The rush is that if we want to get some primo photo ops, we should go now before we're late," March countered.
"We can spare a few moments."
"A few moments?" March suspiciously narrowed her eyes at her. "And just what do you have in mind to do for those few 'moments'?"
Stelle knew she wore a sly grin as she approached her. It didn't surprise her when March 7th started to back away towards the bed. Either she had the same thing in mind or knew exactly what Stelle had planned. She forced March to sit down on the bed, biting her bottom lip as she stood over her.
"Are you sure we have time for something like this?" March asked.
"Well...they've been waiting long enough while you were getting ready. What's another...five to ten minutes?" Stelle countered.
"Five to ten minutes? Can you last that long?"
"Oh, it isn't about me, March." Stelle placed a hand on March's shoulder, pushing her gently down onto the bed. She gently moved the tips of her fingers up her sides, teasing the exposed flesh. "How come you never showed me this lovely piece?"
March shrugged. "We were so busy and there didn't seem to be any time to show you."
Stelle crawled over her. She carefully nudged March's legs open so that she could settle between them. "You just had a fashion show for me earlier today. This should have been the first thing you showed me."
"Then we would never leave the Astral Express to get to Belabog," March said through a giggle. She reached up to interlace her fingers behind Stelle's neck. "Besides, wasn't it worth the wait?"
It was and March was right. Stelle would have kept them in the room and they would have missed the festivities. Even Pom-Pom would be upset over the amount of time they would spend ignoring their chores. It was wise of March to hide it from her for as long as possible just to reveal it now when they had plenty of free time.
And Stelle wanted to take up just enough time to enjoy herself.
Before she had a chance to make a move, March pulled her down. Their kiss was desperate as though they hadn't had a chance to do this in ages. And yet they kissed when they woke up and after they brushed their teeth. But Stelle still melted into it, laying her body over March's. Pressed like this against her, Stelle was tempted to completely disregard the Solwarm festival entirely. She wouldn't when she knew March 7th wanted to see the festivities so much.
That meant she needed to do this quickly.
Stelle broke their kiss, receiving a pathetic whine from March. She kissed down her body, making sure she kissed every inch of her exposed flesh. At her breasts, she hesitated. Would March be upset at her if she did this? Would it be better if she asked for forgiveness rather than permission? Stelle waffled on the idea for so long that she decided to just do it.
She slipped the fabric covering March's tits to the center of her chest, exposing her. March started to complain but her words disappeared once Stelle pulled her nipple into her mouth. Hands reached up and gripped the back of her head, either to hold her in place or to pull her away, neither of them knew. But it didn't matter. Because Stelle lavished it with attention using her tongue, swirling it around her nipple in slow circles. March sighed softly, arching her back to push more of her tit into her mouth. Stelle tucked a hand under her back to support her.
"If this is all that you had in mind..." March started, "you could have waited until we got back from the festival."
By then, they would all be too tired to do anything. On top of that, Stelle wasn't sure if she would be able to keep her hands off March 7th. She would see her walking around in this outfit and feared that she would need to bring her into an alleyway to finger her secretly. As tantalizing as that thought could be, neither of them would enjoy it if they were accidentally caught. No, Stelle needed to enjoy it now to satisfy her desires.
Releasing her hold on March's nipple, she moved further down her body. Stelle ignored her whines and her question about why she stopped. Nestled between her legs, she gently moved her hands up her thighs until her fingers could hook along the waistband of her underwear.
"Oh, that's what you had planned," March said with a giggle.
"Are you complaining?" Stelle asked.
"Not at all." March lifted her leg so that she could press her calf against Stelle's back. "In fact, I think you should get to work if we're going to get to the Solwarm Festival on time."
"We can be a little bit late."
"Okay... But only a little bit."
Stelle wouldn't and couldn't make such a promise. After all, it depended on how quickly March would come—but she hoped she wouldn't come too soon.
Slowly, she pulled March's underwear down her legs. Stelle tossed them carelessly to the side and onto the bed. She brought her hands up and slowly brought them to March's center. Using her thumbs, she spread her lips, watching how a thin string of wetness broke as she did so. Stelle bit down on her lip as she gazed upon the sight before her. It didn't matter how many times she buried her face between March's legs, she always enjoyed seeing how wet she got just from a little bit of foreplay. Sometimes Stelle wondered if she got wet just from making out with her. They would often end up in either of their beds, making love to each other until they were satisfied after a heated kissing session.
Stelle squeezed March's thigh to get her attention. Once their eyes met, she slowly leaned in closer to her pussy. The moment her tongue pressed between her folds and touched her clit, March tilted her head back with a loud moan. Her hand shot down between her legs to grip Stelle by her hair. This didn't deter Stelle from her mission, though. She slowly moved her tongue up and down her folds, only teasing her clit before pulling away from it.
"W-what's with all the t-teasing all of a sudden?" March mumbled out. "What did I do to deserve this punishment?"
There could certainly be a long list explaining why she was punishing March, but that wasn't what was happening. What Stelle was doing was taking her time with March; she wanted to savor this moment and burn the image of her like this into her mind so that it would burn brightly next to the stellaron inside of her.
But Stelle could pull back her desire just enough to take her time. There was always after the Solwarm festival for her to return to her place between March's legs.
Bringing her tongue back up, she pressed the flat of it against March's clit. Another loud moan released from her and Stelle was grateful that their rooms were soundproof. No one walking past would be able to hear them.
Stelle continued to eat March out eagerly. She played with her clit and fucked her with her tongue. Each time she thrust her tongue inside, she could feel March clenching. There was no doubt in Stelle's mind that she wanted so much more. She did her best to give her what she could, silently promising March that she would give her everything she desired when they returned.
"S-Stelle..." March whimpered out. "I don't think I can...hold out for much longer...!"
She pulled away from March's cunt. Licking her lips, Stelle took in the sight of her—March 7th had beads of sweat along her forehead; her hair was sticking out in different places; even her makeup looked smudged. When this was done, she would need to take more time to clean herself up but Stelle didn't care. This time, she would watch March getting ready and resist the urge to do this to her again.
Stelle bit the tip of her glove on her right hand. She tugged it off until her fingers were finally free of the confining fabric. Bringing her fingers to March's pussy, she teased two of them around her opening. Wetness coated her fingers and, once she felt they were thoroughly wet, she thrust them inside. March bucked her hips to press them even further in her pussy. Stelle clicked her tongue but understood why she did so. After all, she had drawn this out for so long and they were on a tight schedule. March 7th would want to hurry this along so that they could come back for a longer night.
"I've never seen you this needy before, March," Stelle teased. "All this just because I ate you out?"
"Don't s-say it like that!" March pleaded. She tugged Stelle's hair hard. "Y-you know it isn't just because of...that...!"
Stelle pressed her cheek against March's thigh. She watched her fingers as she pumped them in and out. March's pussy was so wet. Her walls clenched around Stelle's fingers tightly, pulling them back in whenever she pulled them out. It fascinated her to watch this. Since they usually scissored or March insisted on riding her whenever she donned a strap, she never got the chance to see just how wonderful it was to watch her cunt take any penetration. March's pussy sucked her fingers greedily, reluctant to let her go.
Biting her lip, Stelle curled her fingers. She knew she hit the perfect spot when March cried out even louder than before. For once, Stelle was worried that her voice would find its way out of her room and be heard by everyone on the Astral Express. But that worry quickly went away. She pumped her fingers faster and harder in and out of March. Her wetness coated Stelle's hand and wrist, dripping down onto the bed sheets.
"S-Stelle..." March panted out. Her hips moved at the same pace as Stelle's fingers. "It feels...so good...!"
"Are you close?" Stelle asked.
"Y-yeah..."
Stelle wasted no time. She wrapped her lips around March's clit once more. Her tongue moved around it in slow circles to counteract how quickly she was moving her fingers. March gripped her hair even tighter. She didn't care that some of her hair was pulled from its roots; Stelle was simply happy to provide this pleasure to her.
When March came, it was with an even louder cry, louder than anything Stelle had ever heard from her. Her cum gushed out as a torrent. After her initial shock, Stelle eagerly lapped it up. She moaned from the taste and made sure she licked clean the mess March had caused. If she had any less dignity, she would have sucked the cum right out of the sheets. Instead, Stelle made sure to lick not only March's thighs but also her own hand and wrist until she could no longer taste her.
She slowly put March's legs back down onto the bed. Stelle sat up to take in the full view of how wrecked March 7th looked—
"Beautiful," Stelle commented.
She had completely ruined her. March's carefully crafted look for the Solwarm festival had gone to waste just so that Stelle could devour her as if she was her last meal. That didn't ruin how beautiful she looked; March always looked beautiful to her.
"How was that? Too much?" Stelle asked.
March raised a hand but it fell back on the bed, panting heavily. It was hard to tell if she hated or liked what had just happened. She waited patiently for a proper response.
Pushing herself onto her elbows, March glared at Stelle. "That was way too much! What kind of beast possessed you to do all that?"
Her answer was a shrug. Even Stelle didn't know exactly what had possessed her. All she knew was that she couldn't help herself and it needed to be done.
March crawled off her bed with a grumble. Grabbing her underwear, she slipped them on. "I need to redo my hair, my makeup, everything!"
"Anything I can do to help?" Stelle asked. She stepped back to let March hurry past her to reach her vanity.
"Absolutely not!" March pointed a finger at her. "You...you stand there and let me do this! We'll leave once I finish."
Stelle held her hands up in defeat and stepped away from March. She sat down in her chair, tucking her legs under herself. With a sly smile, she watched as March 7th dolled herself up for the Solwarm festival. Little did she know that Stelle would ask Bronya for a hotel room for them. She would make sure that they participated in round two and that March saw even more stars in Belabog's sky.