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Sara woke with a start, her sheets tangled around her legs like restraints. Her skin prickled with an unnatural heat, her pulse thudding in her ears too fast, too loud. She sat up, rubbing her temples, trying to shake off the heavy fog clinging to her thoughts. The room smelled faintly of sweat and something sharper, muskier, clinging to the back of her throat. It wasn’t unfamiliar, just… more than usual.
Sara exhaled sharply through her nose, willing her body to settle. She swung her legs over the edge of the bed, the wood floor cool against her soles a small relief. The mirror across the room caught her reflection: flushed cheeks, pupils blown wide, feathers at the nape of her neck ruffled and unkempt. Damn it. She'd hoped to ignore this. Last year, she'd pushed through, hadn't she? A few cold showers and extra focus, and it had been manageable. Mostly.
The stack of reports on her desk caught her eye border patrol logs, supply requisitions, all waiting for her signature. Work wouldn't wait for her biology. Sara grabbed her uniform, fingers fumbling with the clasps more than usual. The fabric scraped against her skin like sandpaper, every brush of the material sending sparks up her spine. She gritted her teeth and tightened her belt harder than necessary, as if she could strap the fever out of herself.
Sara strode through the Tenryou Commission headquarters with practiced precision, her boots clicking against the polished floors. The morning sunlight streaming through the windows felt oppressive, pressing against her skin like a second uniform. She clenched her fists at her sides, focusing on the rhythm of her steps left, right, left anything to distract from the slow, maddening pulse between her thighs. Every movement sent a fresh wave of heat radiating outward, the fabric of her underwear clinging insistently. She'd changed twice already. It didn’t help.
At her desk, the paperwork blurred before her eyes. The pen trembled in her grip as she signed off on patrol logs, her signature jagged where it should’ve been crisp. A subordinate approached with a question about border security; Sara answered mechanically, her voice steady even as her nails bit into her palm under the desk. The moment they walked away, she exhaled shakily, shifting in her seat. The dampness had seeped through, the chair beneath her suddenly unbearable. She stood abruptly, knocking over an inkwell. The black stain spread across the parchment like an accusation.
The ink pooled dark and slick across the parchment, mirroring the mess Sara felt gathering between her thighs. She snatched the ruined report, crumpling it with more force than necessary, and shoved it into the waste bin. Her breath came short, sharp, like she'd sprinted across the city instead of sitting at her desk. Focus. She flexed her fingers, willing them steady. Another report. Another signature. The pen scratched against paper, but her handwriting looked foreign, uneven.
The ink-stained report was the last straw. Sara’s vision swam, the words on the page dissolving into meaningless shapes as her thighs pressed together involuntarily. A shudder ran through her, sharp and electric, and she dropped the pen with a clatter. The sound echoed in the silent office, drawing a few curious glances from her subordinates. She couldn’t not here, not like this.
Sara stood abruptly, her chair scraping against the floor with a screech that set her teeth on edge. “I’ll be taking the afternoon,” she announced, her voice strained but firm. No one questioned her. They never did. She strode out of the office, her pace measured but urgent, the click of her boots too loud in her own ears. The hallway stretched endlessly, every step an agony of friction and heat. She clenched her jaw, her feathers bristling under her collar.
The moment she stepped into the shaded courtyard of Tenshukaku, the relief was immediate cool stone beneath her feet, the breeze brushing against her flushed skin. But it wasn’t enough. The ache between her legs had become a relentless throb, her body demanding attention. Sara barely registered the guards’ respectful nods as she passed, her focus narrowing to the path ahead, her room, the one she shared with her girlfriends, the bed, the blessed relief of solitude.
She fumbled with the door latch, her fingers slipping twice before she managed to slide it open. The room was dim, curtains drawn against the afternoon sun, and Sara nearly groaned at the sight of the unmade bed, the sheets still tangled from her restless night. She kicked off her boots, the leather hitting the floor with a dull thud, and peeled off her gloves with trembling hands. The fabric of her uniform clung to her skin, damp with sweat, and she tugged at the clasps with growing desperation.
Sara barely managed to kick the door shut behind her before her fingers were at her belt, fumbling with the clasp until it gave way. The uniform pooled at her feet in a heap of dark fabric, leaving her in nothing but the thin underclothes clinging to her damp skin. She didn’t bother with the bed instead, she dropped to her knees beside it, grabbing Ei’s pillow and pressing it between her thighs with a choked gasp. The fabric was soft, familiar, still carrying the faint scent of her lover’s hair. Sara rocked against it, her hips jerking erratically, the friction sending sparks up her spine. It wasn’t enough. She bit her lip hard enough to taste copper, her fingers digging into the pillowcase as if she could wring satisfaction from it.
Growling in frustration, she tossed the pillow aside and yanked open the drawer of the nightstand, her hands shaking as she rummaged for the polished wooden toy Miko had teased her with last week. The moment her fingers closed around it, Sara groaned, her body clenching around nothing. She didn’t bother with preparation just slicked it hastily with the oil from the same drawer and pressed it inside with a sharp cry. The stretch burned, but the pain only sharpened the pleasure, her hips bucking against her own hand as she fucked herself with desperate, uneven strokes. The toy hit that sweet spot deep inside her, and Sara came with a sob, her back arching off the floor. For a moment, she thought it might be enough. Then the aftershocks faded, and the hunger roared back, louder than before.
She lost track of how many times she came once against the edge of the bed, her teeth sinking into her own forearm to muffle her screams; again with her fingers twisted inside herself, her other hand pinching her nipples until they ached. Each climax left her emptier than the last, her body wrung out but still demanding more. At some point, she crawled onto the bed, her knees weak, her thighs slick with sweat and her own arousal. Sara grabbed Miko’s pillow this time, shoving it beneath her hips as she ground down, the fabric rough against her oversensitive clit. Tears pricked at her eyes, blurring her vision as she chased another release that wouldn’t satisfy her.
Hours passed in a haze of sweat and desperation. Sara’s voice had gone hoarse from moaning, her throat raw. Her body was a live wire, every touch sending shocks of pleasure-pain through her, but it wasn’t enough. Nothing was. She collapsed onto her back, her chest heaving, her fingers still working between her legs despite the exhaustion weighing her down. The tears came then, hot and silent, streaking down her temples into her tangled hair. She was sobbing by the time the door creaked open, the sound barely registering over the rush of blood in her ears.
Ei’s sandal scraped against the threshold first a whisper of wood on stone before the scent hit them both. Miko’s nose wrinkled, not in disgust, but in recognition: musk, salt, the thick tang of Sara’s arousal soaked into every surface. The room was dim, curtains drawn tight against the afternoon sun, but the mess was impossible to ignore. Sara lay sprawled across the bed, her thighs trembling, fingers still hooked inside herself like she couldn’t bear to stop. The sheets beneath her were dark with sweat and slick, clinging to her hips where she’d ground herself raw.
Miko stepped forward first, her fox ears twitching at the choked sob Sara let out when the door clicked shut. “Oh, little bird,” she murmured, her voice honeyed but not mocking. Sara’s head jerked up, her pupils blown wide, her feathers matted with sweat. Her nipples were reddened from overstimulation, the peaks swollen and sensitive where they peeked through the torn fabric of her underclothes. A discarded toy lay near her knee, still glistening.
Ei moved silently to the other side of the bed, her fingers brushing Sara’s ankle light enough to make the tengu flinch. “You should have called for us,” she said, her voice low, the way she spoke before thunderstorms. Sara shuddered, her hips stuttering against her own hand. Miko tutted, reaching out to catch Sara’s wrist, prying her fingers away with deliberate gentleness. Sara whined, high and desperate, her back arching off the bed.
“Look at this mess,” Miko chided, but her thumb was already circling Sara’s clit, feather-light, just enough to make her jerk. Sara’s cry was ragged, her thighs clamping around Miko’s hand. Ei leaned down, her lips grazing the shell of Sara’s ear. “You don’t have to take care of this alone,” she murmured, and Sara whimpered, her body bowing between them.
Miko’s thumb pressed harder against Sara’s clit, circling with merciless precision, and the tengu’s back arched off the bed with a ragged cry. Tears streaked down Sara’s temples, her breath coming in sharp, hiccuping gasps as Miko leaned in, her lips brushing the shell of Sara’s ear. "You’re such a mess, little bird," she murmured, her voice dripping with honeyed amusement. "Look at you, spread open and dripping, and still so desperate." Sara whimpered, her thighs trembling around Miko’s wrist, her fingers twisting in the sheets as Ei’s hands slid up her calves, slow and deliberate.
Ei’s fingers dug into Sara’s thighs, spreading them wider as Miko’s thumb circled faster, the slick sounds of Sara’s arousal filling the room. “You’re drowning in it,” Miko purred, dragging her free hand through the mess between Sara’s legs before pressing two fingers deep inside her without warning. Sara’s cry shattered into a sob, her hips jerking off the bed, but Miko held her down with a grip like iron. “Look at her,” Miko said, glancing up at Ei with a smirk. “She’s so far gone she’d take anything we give her.”
The archon didn’t waste time. She reached for the discarded toy, slicking it with Sara’s own wetness before pressing it against her ass in one slow, relentless push. Sara gasped, her body clamping down around both intrusions, tears spilling freely now. Miko crooked her fingers, dragging against that sweet spot inside Sara until her thighs shook. “That’s it,” Ei murmured, her free hand gripping Sara’s hip hard enough to bruise as she rocked the toy deeper. “Take it.”
Sara sobbed, her back arching off the bed as Miko’s thumb circled her clit faster, her other hand fucking into her with brutal precision. The overstimulation was maddening, every nerve alight, every touch sending sparks behind her eyelids. Ei’s free hand tangled in Sara’s sweat-damp feathers, yanking her head back to expose the column of her throat. “Look at you,” Ei growled, her breath hot against Sara’s skin. “Dripping around her fingers like some common whore.”
The words sent a fresh wave of heat through Sara’s gut, her hips stuttering between their hands. Miko laughed, low and throaty, her fingers twisting inside Sara until she screamed. “You like that, don’t you?” Miko purred, her fox ears twitching at the way Sara’s body clenched around her. “Our proud general, reduced to this, spread open and begging for more.”
Ei’s grip tightened in Sara’s feathers, her other hand working the toy deeper with each thrust, the stretch burning in the best way. Sara’s vision blurred, her mouth falling open around silent pleas as Miko’s thumb pressed harder against her clit, the pressure just shy of painful. “Come for us,” Ei ordered, her voice like thunder, and Sara shattered.
Sara's scream broke into a shuddering gasp as her orgasm ripped through her, her body convulsing between their hands. But before she could even catch her breath, Miko's fingers twisted deeper, the arch of her palm grinding against Sara's clit with relentless pressure. "Oh no, little bird," Miko murmured against the sweat-slick curve of Sara's neck, her teeth scraping skin. "We're not done with you yet."
Miko’s fingers twisted deeper, her palm pressing against Sara’s clit with cruel precision as Ei’s toy dragged in and out of her ass in slow, measured strokes. Sara writhed between them, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her thighs trembling with the effort of holding herself open. “Look at her,” Miko purred, her free hand trailing down Sara’s sweat-slicked torso to pinch a hardened nipple between her fingers. “She’s still so tight, like she’s never been fucked before.” Sara whimpered, her hips jerking involuntarily, her body clamping down around their intrusions as if trying to pull them deeper.
Ei’s chuckle was low, dark, her fingers tightening in Sara’s feathers as she leaned down to lick a stripe up the tengu’s throat. “Then let’s ruin her properly,” she murmured, her breath hot against Sara’s skin. Miko’s smirk widened, her fox ears twitching with amusement as she reached for the strap she’d discarded earlier, the leather harness gleaming in the dim light. Sara’s breath hitched when she saw it, her pupils blowing wider—if that were even possible. “Oh, yes,” Miko crooned, stroking Sara’s flushed cheek with her free hand. “You know what’s coming, don’t you?”
Ei didn’t give Sara time to answer. With a sharp tug, she yanked the toy from Sara’s ass, earning a broken cry, before spreading her wider, her thumbs digging into the sensitive flesh of Sara’s inner thighs. “Hold her open,” Ei ordered, and Miko obeyed, her fingers sinking deeper into Sara’s cunt as she positioned the strap at her entrance. The head pressed against Sara’s already-stretched hole, and Sara whined, her back arching off the bed, her fingers scrabbling at the sheets. “Shh,” Miko soothed, her voice dripping with false sympathy. “You can take it. You want to take it.”
The first thrust was brutal, Miko sheathing herself to the hilt in one smooth, unrelenting push. Sara’s scream tore through the room, her body convulsing around the intrusion, her nails leaving crescent marks in her own palms. Ei didn’t give her time to adjust. She pressed the toy back into Sara’s ass in the same motion, the dual stretch forcing a sob from Sara’s throat. “There we go,” Miko cooed, her hips rolling in a slow, deliberate rhythm, her fingers still working inside Sara’s cunt. “Now you’re full.”
Ei’s fingertips crackled with electro then, a faint violet glow dancing across her nails before she dragged them down Sara’s chest, leaving trails of prickling sensation in their wake. Sara gasped, her nipples pebbling further under the teasing shocks, her body twitching between their hands. Miko’s thrusts grew sharper, her strap hitting that spot deep inside Sara that made her vision white out, while Ei’s fingers circled Sara’s left nipple, her touch alternating between featherlight and sharp, the electro buzzing against the sensitive bud. Sara’s breath came in ragged pants, her hips jerking erratically, her body unable to decide whether to arch into the pleasure or away from the overstimulation.
“Look at her,” Ei murmured, her voice thick with something between admiration and hunger. “She’s so desperate she can’t even think.” Miko laughed, her thrusts turning erratic, her fingers curling inside Sara to press against that sweet spot with every snap of her hips. The electro intensified, Ei’s fingertips pressing harder against Sara’s nipple, the sensation oscillating between pleasure and pain until Sara couldn’t tell the difference. Tears streaked down Sara’s temples, her mouth hanging open around silent pleas, her body writhing between their relentless ministrations.
Miko’s free hand tangled in Sara’s sweat-damp feathers, yanking her head back to expose the column of her throat. “Come for us,” she ordered, her voice sharp as a blade, and Sara shattered. Her orgasm ripped through her like a lightning strike, her body clamping down around their intrusions, her back arching off the bed so violently she nearly dislodged them. Ei didn’t let up her fingers still buzzing with electro, her other hand working the toy in Sara’s ass faster, deeper, while Miko fucked her through the aftershocks, her strap dragging against Sara’s oversensitive walls.
Sara sobbed, her vision blurring, her body trembling with the force of her climax. But Miko didn’t stop. She leaned down, her lips brushing Sara’s ear. “Again,” she whispered, and Sara whimpered, her body bowing between them, already tensing for another wave of pleasure-pain as Ei’s electro danced across her skin once more.
Ei’s fingers traced the curve of Sara’s ribs, her touch leaving trails of violet sparks in their wake. Sara’s breath hitched, her body twitching under the teasing shocks, her nipples pebbling further under the relentless stimulation. Miko’s thrusts grew sharper, her hips snapping forward with brutal precision, the strap hitting that spot deep inside Sara that made her vision white out. Sara’s thighs trembled, her fingers scrabbling at the sheets, her body torn between arching into the pleasure and writhing away from the overstimulation.
Ei’s free hand slid down Sara’s sweat-slicked torso, her fingers tracing the curve of Sara’s hip before dipping lower, her thumb pressing against Sara’s clit with just enough pressure to make Sara gasp. The electro intensified, the sparks dancing across Sara’s skin like live wires, and Sara screamed, her body convulsing between their hands, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave. Miko fucked her through it, her thrusts turning erratic, her fingers still working inside Sara’s cunt, her free hand gripping Sara’s thigh hard enough to bruise.
Sara didn't pass out, her body simply folded forward like a puppet with cut strings, her forehead thumping against Miko's collarbone as the last tremors of her orgasm shuddered through her. The fox woman's arms came up instinctively, catching Sara's limp weight with a soft chuckle that vibrated against Sara's sweat-damp feathers. "There we are," Miko murmured, stroking the nape of Sara's neck with fingers still slick from her body. "All wrung out at last."
Ei withdrew the toy first, slowly, so slowly Sara felt every inch of it dragging against her oversensitive walls, before pressing a kiss to the twitching muscle of Sara's inner thigh. Miko followed suit, easing her strap out with a wet sound that made Sara whimper into Miko's shoulder. The sudden emptiness left Sara shuddering, her thighs instinctively squeezing together despite the exhaustion weighing her limbs down.
"Easy, little bird," Miko soothed, guiding Sara back onto the ruined sheets with hands far gentler than they'd been minutes ago. Ei was already moving, her silhouette dark against the lantern light as she fetched a basin of warm water from the adjoining bathhouse. Sara blinked up at them through bleary eyes, her breathing still ragged, her body limp as a fresh wave of aftershocks rippled through her.
Miko wrung out a cloth in the basin Ei brought, the steam curling around her fingers as she began wiping the sweat from Sara's brow. The warmth was a shock against Sara's overheated skin, drawing a weak sigh from her throat as Miko traced the cloth down her temples, over her flushed cheeks. Ei knelt at Sara's other side, her larger hands cradling Sara's trembling thighs as she cleaned between them with methodical care, her thumbs rubbing soothing circles into Sara's hipbones whenever she flinched at the touch.
Sara slumped against Miko's shoulder with a shuddering exhale, her body limp and pliant as the last tremors of her climax rolled through her. The fox-woman's arms encircled her effortlessly, one hand stroking the damp feathers at Sara's nape while the other pressed a cool glass of water to her lips. "Drink," Miko murmured, tipping it gently until Sara swallowed with slow, obedient gulps. A stray droplet escaped down her chin, Ei caught it with her thumb before it could drip onto Miko's robe, her touch lingering against Sara's jawline.
Ei moved first, rising from the bed with the fluid grace of a storm cloud gathering. The toy made a wet sound as she withdrew it fully, setting it aside on the nightstand with deliberate care. Sara whimpered at the sudden emptiness, her thighs twitching, but Miko hushed her with a kiss pressed to her temple. "Shh, we've got you." Ei returned with a basin of steaming water scented with qingxin blossoms ,Sara's favorite, and a fresh cloth draped over her forearm.
The first touch of the warm cloth against Sara’s inner thigh drew a flinch, not from pain, but from sheer overstimulation. Ei paused, her fingers flexing against Sara’s knee in silent question. Sara nodded, her breath hitching as the cloth resumed its path, wiping away the mess between her trembling legs with a tenderness that made her throat tight. Miko’s fingers carded through Sara’s sweat damp hair, untangling the knots with practiced ease while murmuring nonsense praises against her temple. Good girl. So brave for us. Look how pretty you are when you come apart.
Ei’s hands were methodical, turning Sara’s body with the same precision she’d use to polish a blade, cleaning the sweat from the hollow of her throat, the stickiness from her stomach, the slick from her thighs. When she reached Sara’s wrists, she paused. Four crescent marks marred each palm where Sara had dug her nails in. Ei brought one to her lips, pressing a kiss to the center before running her tongue over the indents. Sara shuddered, her fingers twitching in Ei’s grasp. “Next time,” Ei murmured against her skin, “use our skin instead.”
Miko snorted, reaching over to flick Sara’s earlobe. “Or better yet, scream loud enough to shake the palace foundations. I’d love to see the guards’ faces.” Sara groaned, burying her face in Miko’s shoulder, but the fox-woman only laughed, her tail curling possessively around Sara’s waist as Ei finished cleaning her. The scent of qingxin blossoms clung to Sara’s skin now, masking the musk of sex, though Miko still nosed at Sara’s neck, inhaling deeply with a satisfied hum.
Ei returned with a fresh yukata, Sara’s, the dark blue one with the embroidered tengu feathers along the hem. She dressed Sara with the same care she’d give a sacred relic, sliding the fabric over Sara’s shoulders before tying the obi snug but not tight. Sara’s arms felt leaden, her body pliant as a doll’s, but when she swayed, Miko was there, tucking Sara against her side with a click of her tongue. “Hopeless,” she chided, but her fingers traced idle patterns down Sara’s spine, the touch lighter than moth wings.
Ei lifted Sara effortlessly, cradling her against her chest as she carried her to the low table by the window. The evening air was cool against Sara’s flushed skin, the first stars blinking into view above the palace rooftops. Miko draped a quilt over Sara’s shoulders before disappearing into the adjoining kitchen, returning with a tray of ochazuke and a pot of steaming tea. The smell of grilled salmon and pickled plum made Sara’s stomach growl, she hadn’t realized how ravenous she was until Miko pressed the first bite to her lips.
“Eat,” Miko ordered, and Sara obeyed, chewing slowly as Ei combed through her tangled feathers with her fingers. The rhythmic tugging sent a pleasant buzz through Sara’s scalp, her eyelids growing heavy with each stroke. Miko fed her bite after bite until the bowl was empty, then pressed a cup of tea into her hands, wrapping Sara’s fingers around the ceramic when they trembled. The heat seeped into Sara’s palms, the fragrance of jasmine curling around her like a second quilt.
Ei’s fingers traced the curve of Sara’s ear, her touch featherlight. “Better?” she murmured, and Sara nodded, leaning into Ei’s chest with a sigh. Miko smirked, sliding onto Sara’s other side with a fresh cup of tea, her tail curling around Sara’s waist like a living belt. The warmth of their bodies pressed against Sara from both sides, their breaths syncing with hers, Ei’s deep and steady, Miko’s light and playful. Sara’s eyelids fluttered shut, her body sinking into theirs like a ship finding harbor.
Ei’s fingers traced Sara’s wrist again, her thumb rubbing circles over the faint bruises forming where Sara had bitten down earlier. “Next time,” Ei murmured, her lips brushing Sara’s temple, “we’ll be here sooner.” Sara hummed, her fingers tightening around Ei’s sleeve, not gripping, just holding. Miko’s tail flicked against Sara’s hip, her claws combing through Sara’s hair with deliberate gentleness. The silence stretched, comfortable and warm, broken only by the distant chirping of crickets outside the window. Sara’s breathing slowed, her body heavy with contentment, her mind drifting like a leaf on a pond.
Miko’s chuckle vibrated against Sara’s shoulder as she nuzzled into Sara’s hair. “Sleepy already, little bird?” she teased, but her voice was soft, her fingers stilling their ministrations. Sara didn’t answer, just let her head loll against Ei’s chest, her eyelids too heavy to lift. Ei’s arms tightened around her, shifting Sara’s weight effortlessly as she stood, carrying her back to the freshly made bed. The sheets smelled of lavender and sunlight, the fabric cool against Sara’s skin as Ei laid her down with practiced care.
Miko slid in beside Sara, tucking the quilt around them both before pulling Sara against her chest. Ei joined them a moment later, her larger frame curling around Sara’s back, her breath warm against Sara’s nape. Sara sighed, her body melting between theirs, her fingers twining with Miko’s under the covers. Ei’s hand settled over Sara’s hip, her thumb tracing idle patterns against Sara’s skin, a silent promise, a wordless reassurance. The last thing Sara registered before sleep claimed her was the press of Miko’s lips against her forehead, light as a petal falling.