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Playful laughs rung out from a group of young children, each one running back and forth across the path that winded through the Frostmoon Enclave. There was a mix of youth—some clearly dressed in traditional clothing of the Scions, while others looked to be visitors from Nasha Town. Nefer navigated carefully around the rambunctious kids as they chased each other, barely avoiding a collision with her legs.
"Miss Nefer! Miss Nefer! Can you come play with us?" a voice called from the group.
"Not today, I'm afraid." Or any day, she thought to herself.
"Aw…you're no fun," a disappointed child lamented.
She let out a low chuckle. "It would seem that I'm not. Have any of you kids seen the Moonchanter around? I was expecting to see her out and about today."
A particularly cocky voice broke through the crowd. "Oh, you mean your girlfriend?"
Her frequent visits to Hiisi Isle as of late had inoculated her to the taunts of both its native children and frequent guests. Eventually, they would learn only a select few could get under her skin. "I suppose you could call her that. Where might she be?"
The failed attempt at a joke knocked the young boy out of his rhythm. "Oh, um…I haven't seen her. You should ask the adults, they would probably know." He turned around and the group returned to their game without another word.
Nefer sighed. She had never been particularly fond of children, even if her tolerance of them had been increased by her regular presence in the community. She had never entertained the idea of having any of her own, that was for certain. Managing young ones was not another thing she needed added onto her plate, let alone dealing with the complex relationship she had with the memory of her own family.
She pulled herself out of her spiraling thoughts. It wasn't like she had to concern herself with the matter, anyways. She had herself busy enough keeping up appearances at the Curatorium and managing the Northern Intelligence Network; the mere concept of introducing children to the equation would uproot her life entirely. Subconsciously, though, her mind started to wander to her partner. If it was with Lauma, would she think about the matter differently? If Lauma wanted to…
She once again shook herself out of it, her train of thought taking a very different turn. She continued making her way through the enclave, stopping when she recognized a somewhat familiar face.
"Hello, Sarakka. Have you happened to have seen Miss Lauma? We were supposed to be meeting up right about now."
"Ah, no," the older woman replied. "I have not. Lauma seems to be staying home today, if you must find her."
"I see. Thank you for the help."
"Of course," Sarakka cheerfully replied. "And may the light of Lady Kuutar guide you."
Nefer flinched slightly. "Thank you, though as I understand it your goddess no longer wishes to go by that particular name."
"Well, old habits die hard. It's quite a large change for us, after all."
Your Moonchanter certainly hasn't had much difficulty, Nefer internally rebutted. She wasn't sure why she had even bothered to go down this road with the priestess. "Not as large of a change as it was for her, I imagine. Thank you for the help," Nefer said through gritted teeth as she turned and continued down the dirt path. In the time she had spent with the Scions, she had always had a difficult time getting along with their elders.
The trek through Hiisi Isle was not the most difficult in Nod-Krai, but Nefer still found herself rather tired as she finally reached Lauma's small abode. She gave a tentative knock at the door, lightly calling for the woman she believed to be inside.
"I-I'm sorry," a quiet voice echoed out from within the house. "I'm feeling very ill today. P-Please, just ask another priestess to handle my daily tasks if they are willing." The quiver in Lauma's voice was one that immediately placed Nefer in some of their rather…intense past moments.
"It's only me, dear. Can I come in?"
"Nefer! Oh my, I…I'm so sorry I couldn't meet you today." Nefer could practically hear the woman's hands flailing in her bed. "I-I've just been a complete mess, please forgive me."
"Lauma, I only asked if I could come in."
"Um, I…I suppose so," she replied meekly.
Nefer pushed open the shabby door of the hut to reveal a rather well-kept room, especially considering the nature of its construction. She closed the entrance shut as she stepped inside. "You hardly need to apologize for being sick, anyway—"
Nefer stopped mid-sentence as she turned to get a good look at Lauma. She did indeed look ill, all wrapped up in the blankets of her bed and shaking profusely, but the way her gaze was trained on Nefer was almost unsettling. Her eyes were blown wide, the unblinking stare piercing straight through Nefer's composure. "Well, um…you certainly do look a bit out of it."
Lauma did not respond, giving no indicator of even having heard Nefer's previous comment as her chest rose and fell with the heavy breaths she took. She wore only a thin piece of fabric as a top—sleepwear that was far less ornate than her usual dress and exposed the degree to which she was covered in her own sweat. Her atypical shuffling under the sheets almost looked like she was attempting to keep herself restrained, though Nefer was unsure of why exactly that was.
"Hello? Is the Moonchanter with us this afternoon?"
"Fuck, yes, I'm s—" Nefer leaned her head forward and Lauma, despite the haze clouding her mind, recalled their innumerable conversations about apologies. "I'm just experiencing some rather unpleasant distractions."
"Anything I could assist you with?" Nefer had long since accepted how willing she had become to do almost anything for her beloved.
"No," Lauma quickly blurted out in response. "Well, I…it's-it's complicated."
"I hope you aren't suggesting I'm not intelligent enough to understand."
"Nefer! Please…don't tease me."
"You know I can't resist." Nefer relented, smiling and moving to sit next to Lauma. The latter subtly scooted away, attempting to share the limited space on the bed. Nefer felt a pang of worry in her heart. "What can I do for you?"
Lauma's breaths were shaky. "I've told you about the features of my bloodline before, h-have I not?"
"Indeed you have, though I imagine I would have been able to pick up on some of them myself." Nefer raised a hand to lightly rub the tip of one of Lauma's antlers. Much to her surprise, a rather load moan escaped Lauma's throat. "Wow, sensitive today, it seems."
Lauma raised the sheet to cover herself further. "V-very much so. That's…part of it, actually."
Nefer had become familiar with the indicators of Lauma's arousal in lieu of a typical red-flushed face, and a truly shocking number of them were on display at the moment. "Go on."
"W-well, as fickle as my lineage is, it does have a couple of…self-preservation mechanisms, so to speak."
"I'm not sure I understand," Nefer sighed. "How is your blood causing you such illness?"
"It's not exactly illness," Lauma said. "I-it's more of a…state that I occasionally experience. The last remnants of Hyperborea doing their best to continue their legacy to the next generation."
Nefer did her best to read between the lines of Lauma's verbose explanation. "Lauma, do you…have a mating cycle?"
"No! Of course not! Well…it's," Lauma stuttered profusely, "…it is similar in some respects. I'm sorry you have to see me like this." She was shivering violently, almost completely hidden beneath her covers.
"Don't be. And I mean it, if there's anything I can do to help you" the corners of Nefer's mouth curled upwards, betraying the emotions stirring underneath her kind demeanor, "please do let me know."
Lauma shifted up slightly from her position under the covers. "This…rut, I suppose you could call it, can be…debilitating without a proper, um, outlet."
Nefer nodded patiently.
"So…i-it's…I…"
"You?"
"Can I please…um, would you want to…?"
Nefer moved her hand to rest on one of Lauma's uncovered shoulders. "I said anything, didn't I? Go ahead—do whatever you need. Consider it a repayment for your long list of favors." Despite her words, the tone of Nefer's final comment was deeply insincere. The two hadn't tracked their debts to each other in a long while.
"Th-thank you, Nefer."
Before she could respond, Nefer felt the bed shift below her and the woman under her palm slide away from her touch. She blinked once and found herself shoved onto her back, looking up into the most desperate expression she had ever seen on her partner's face. Lauma's lips were on hers in less than a second, her tongue pressing forward and urgently seeking the warmth of Nefer's mouth.
Lauma pressed her entire body into Nefer's, hands frantically roaming her skin, trying and failing to find a stable grip. Lauma's tongue, now granted access as Nefer parted her lips, worked with the same desperation, drinking in the few noises that made their way out of the woman beneath her. The evidence of Lauma's need pressed firmly into Nefer's thigh as her hips dragged along the bare leg. Nefer immediately noticed that she wasn't wearing anything but the thin top.
Nefer had seen Lauma lustful before, but it had never quite manifested like this. Lauma was a gentle lover when she took the lead, and while she had come to enjoy being on the receiving end of Nefer's intense side, seeing her desire take such a form was a sight to behold.
Lauma pulled back, wide pupils staring a hole straight through her partner. Those rare traits her body was fighting so hard to preserve assisted in hiding her flush, but Nefer was well acquainted with the flood of heat that must have been running down to her shoulders.
"N-Nefer, I…can I…?"
"Can you what?"
Lauma planted her hands on either side of Nefer, trying her hardest to keep herself steady as she begged, "Please, can I fuck you?"
Someone unfamiliar with the Moonchanter might have interpreted the way she had lunged, the way she had frantically grabbed and groped at Nefer's body as if she was claiming it as her own, as something possessive—something unabashedly dominant. But as Nefer drew a firm line down her back, her sharp talon surely leaving a mark, she smiled wide as Lauma sobbed above her. The idea that she was the one taking anything was laughable. This was nothing but a desperate plea from a woman on the brink of collapse, so pent up and empty-headed that she had bothered to ask a question that she already knew the answer to.
"Yes, Lauma." How could she possibly say no?
Lauma's hands frantically grasped at Nefer's clothing, fumbling with the complicated connection points of the garments. She looked nearly on the verge of tears as she struggled with the fabric, her limbs moving as if she had forgotten how to use them. Nefer gently pushed Lauma's arms away, removing the golden belt that surrounded her waist and setting it to the side of the bed.
Lauma's entire weight shifted lower on Nefer's body as she slid her lover's skirt down, her delirium and sheer overwhelming need distracting her from completing the task, leaving it pooled around her ankles. Before Lauma could make a move to do it herself, Nefer lowered her hands to unfasten her body suit.
"Forgoing any foreplay, are we Miss Moonchanter? Are you just that needy for me?"
Lauma's hazy eyes were firmly focused on Nefer's lower abdomen as she worked to remove her last article of clothing. "Y-you don't need to call me that right now."
Something switched in Nefer upon hearing Lauma's embarrassed whimper. "We are both well aware that you like it, but, if you would prefer, we can change it up." Nefer removed her hands just before she had fully exposed herself, leaving Lauma whining pitifully. The sounds quickly morphed into a shocked yelp as a hand roughly gripped the top of her head, forcing her to look Nefer in the eyes. "Right now you seem much less like the brave leader of your people and far more like a desperate slut willing to do anything to sate her urges."
Lauma attempted to shake her head but struggled against the firm hold. "N-no, it's not like that; I—"
Nefer lifted herself up slightly, speaking directly into Lauma's ear. "Be honest, what wouldn't you do to be able to fuck me right now?"
"I-I…"
"It's clear how badly you need this. Shivering all alone in your bed and wearing nothing but a thin rag. You poor thing—you're barely hanging on by a thread." Nefer pulled at the hair in her grip, Lauma mewling at the pain despite herself. "Is there a single thought in your head other than just how good it would feel to be inside me?"
"Nefer…"
"How wonderful it would be to strip me bare, plunge yourself inside, and thrust away until you leave me completely full?"
"I…yes. Please. Please let me."
"Then do it," Nefer said as she released her grip, her other hand freeing herself of her final bit of decency. "Give in, Lauma. Breed me."
"Goddess…Fuck." Lauma surged forward, hands attaching to Nefer's hips to hold her in place. Her cock brushed up against Nefer's folds, trying and failing to align properly. After several repeat attempts and a grunt of dissatisfaction at the unintentional teasing, Lauma finally managed to catch the entrance, slowly pushing herself inside. "You're…you're so tight…"
"Well—hah—you aren't particularly small yourself. Oh, fuck," Nefer groaned as more of Lauma's length slid inside of her, stretching her out and pressing firmly against her walls. She had always adored the way Lauma could reach exactly where she needed her to, filling her in all the right ways as she gently made love to her. She knew that what she was about to experience was just about as far from that as anything could be.
Lauma paused as she fully buried herself inside, stopping both to allow Nefer to adjust to her presence and to catch her own breath before she continued. As she slowly exhaled, two hands made themselves known on her skin, one wrapping around the nape of her neck and the other snaking under cloth to rest on her upper back. Before she could relax into the gentle touch, sharp claws dug into her, scratching down her shoulder blades and tightening their grip on the back of her neck. She released a pathetic whine, equal parts pain and pleasure.
Nefer squeezed harder. "What are you waiting for, Lady Moonchanter? Don't you want me nice and bred?"
"Yes yes yes, please, Nefer."
"Then fuck me, Lauma. I won't ask again."
Lauma slowly slid herself out of the wonderful heat of Nefer's cunt, stopping when only the tip of her cock remained within. In the second she didn't move, the sharp nails on her back all pressed into her simultaneously, tears welling up in the corner of her eyes at the sensation. Not a moment too soon, she thrust herself to the base, filthy moans pouring out from both women. Before the claws on her skin could remind her of their owner's impatience again, she pulled back and fucked into the warm hole once more, a rhythm beginning to take shape.
Vulgar, wet noises started to fill the room as Lauma desperately humped as deep into Nefer as she could. Her breasts—barely covered by her loose-fitting top—swayed at ever-increasing speeds as her rutting became more aggressive, the sight thoroughly appreciated by her partner. The hand on her neck slowly slid around to her front, a claw tapping on her cleavage.
"Do—mmm—do you have plenty of these?" Nefer prodded at the cloth.
"Uh, I…yes. I do. F-fuck."
"Good." Nefer calmly and gently placed a nail at the neckline, giving the article a few more pokes. She then sliced her hand down, carving straight through the garment and splitting it in half. Now exposed to the air of the bedroom, Lauma's tits bounced freely and erratically, a testament to the pace she had set. Nefer's hand reached up, pushing the tattered fabric aside and squeezing Lauma's chest gluttonously.
Coherent thoughts had long abandoned Lauma. The only things that flitted through her brain as she roughly pistoned herself in and out of her lover were how beautiful she looked beneath her and just how badly she needed to cum inside of her.
"N-Nefer—Goddess—you feel so good."
"With the amount y-you're calling out for her—fuck—I'm starting to worry she may actually show herself."
Lauma's lust-filled eyes went wide, a sincere hint of fear glinting beneath the surface. "That…that won't happen."
"Aw, you seem so afraid. What's the matter? Don't want your goddess to know what a needy whore you're being for me? Are—hah—are you ashamed that she might see you so fucked out and pathetic? I don't think you need to worry; I'm sure she already knows."
"Nefer," Lauma dragged out the last syllable as she buried her face in the woman's neck. The hand on her back dragged its way back up, retracing the dark lines it had left on its descent. Nefer moved her other hand to reach across Lauma's chest, teasing her other nipple with the point of her talons.
The tight hold on Nefer's sides shifted up as Lauma wrapped her arms around her neck, pulling her into a crushing embrace. Nefer smiled just out of her peripheral vision—it was devastatingly cute just how affectionate Lauma was even in the deepest throes of pleasure. Nefer wriggled just enough out of the hold to lick a slow, deliberate line up Lauma's neck, eliciting a full-body shiver from her. Just as Lauma had adjusted to the feeling, Nefer pulled back her tongue and bit down hard. Lauma practically screamed.
Lauma was truly being pushed to the edge of what she could handle. Every single aspect of her—her neck and her back, her cock and her breasts, even her mind—was being wrung to their limits. The sweltering heat and heavenly pressure of Nefer's core was starting to become too much—Lauma could feel herself rapidly approaching her climax.
"Nefer, I…I can't…I need to…"
As she detached from Lauma's neck, she left behind a beautiful mark. She considered the difficulty of concealing such a thing for a second, but was quickly pulled back into the moment. "What, Lauma? What do you need?"
"You know…" The plea was uncharacteristically whiny.
"I—God, fuck—I can't say I do." Nefer removed the hand on Lauma's breast and dipped it between her legs, rubbing her clit in an attempt to catch up to the edge Lauma teetered over.
"Please, Nefer, please, I need to cum inside you…fuck".
Nefer slipped the last bit of her skirt off and raised her legs to lock around Lauma's lower back. "Do it," she whispered into Lauma's ear. "Fill me." She leaned in even closer, her voice nothing but a sultry whisper, "Breed me."
Lauma's moan shook her entire frame, her orgasm ripping through her as she flooded Nefer's cunt with pump after pump of warm cum—every drop milked from her cock as Nefer came herself, clenching around her lover's length. It wasn't long before Lauma's seed began to leak onto the bed below, dirtying the sheets with the proof of their work.
The pair rested in silence, nothing but a tangle of limbs and completely spent bodies. Matted hair stuck to Nefer's forehead, sweat covering every inch of her tanned skin. The spattering of marks decorating Lauma glimmered in the sunlight that peaked through her covered windows. Minutes passed before another word was uttered by either woman.
"Thank you," Lauma finally spoke, "I…really needed that."
"I can't say I'm surprised," Nefer teased, being met with a useless hand flopping on her shoulder in protest. "I…thoroughly enjoyed myself as well."
"I know we said…some things…but we should probably, well…"
Nefer chuckled. "Think your Moon Goddess can do something about you cumming inside me while you're at your most…fecund?"
"That is a dreadful phrase, but most likely, yes. I don't look forward to explaining the situation to Columbina, nor do I enjoy relying on her for her power, but…I believe she would be understanding and willing to help."
Nefer let out a sigh of relief. "Well, that is reassuring. After all, she's already done so much to help you in…other ways." Nefer wedged a hand between their bodies, giving one final squeeze to Lauma's full chest to accentuate her point. "She really did do a beautiful job sculpting you; I ought to thank her myself."
"Ah, Nefer," Lauma whined at the touch, thoroughly satisfied with what she had already received. The additional feeling was far too much for her to take.
Nefer once again wrapped her arms around Lauma, this time holding her gently and lightly stroking the areas she had scratched deeply into her back.
Lauma nuzzled into the embrace, taking a deep breath before beginning a difficult sentence. "I know that you were only playing into my…situation, but Nefer, is that…something you'd like to do someday? Properly have a family?"
Nefer sat quietly for a moment, idly rubbing Lauma's back as she contemplated her response. Eventually, she replied, "Truthfully, I don't know. I'm happy with the way things are now, the state of and my level of commitment to my business endeavors, as well as my relationship with you, but perhaps in the future my thoughts will change. I hope that's an acceptable answer, Lady Moonchanter."
Lauma hummed quietly. "It is indeed."
The lovers laid intertwined for a long while, cuddling into the warmth of each other and basking in the softness of the other's body. Quietly, they prepared themselves to once again face the many questions and challenges that laid just beyond the small home's front door.