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The first time Lohen attacks her, Illuga tries to be understanding. Lohen has just wiped out some several dozen Wild Hunt on her own — frankly, a favor to Illuga — so it's understandable that she might be a little hopped up on adrenaline. Not ideal, but…
“Come on, Captain!” Lohen's laughing, the blunt end of her polearm knocking away Illuga's. She twirls it around in an impressive display of dexterity and jabs the sharp point forward. “Show me what you've got!”
“H–Hey, hey! That's—” She just barely dodges the encroaching blade. It leaves a small knick on her cheek, hardly painful, but the threat makes her shudder nevertheless. “I just wanted to check if you were injured!”
“Do I look injured?” Comes the incredulous response. In a somewhat graceless move she reaches her hand forward to tussle with Illuga for her polearm. Illuga's got two arms on the weapon and perhaps a stronger build, but Lohen's trickier. A sudden kick sweeps Illuga off her feet and sends them both crashing down.
Illuga falls painfully onto her ass, polearm finally abandoned as she moves to shield her head. Lohen doesn't attack, though, just shoves their polearms away and seals a hand over Illuga's forearm. “Well?”
“Well, what!?” Illuga tries to sit up, but is pushed back down onto her back. From her perch on Illuga's lap, Lohen swipes her tongue over teeth and bends forward to inspect her closer.
“Do I look injured?”
“Uh, uhm…”
Lohen's got a hand under her chin, forcing Illuga to meet her eyes properly for the first time. It's startling how familiar that look is. Like the Abyss, she realizes with a fright, but when she tries to startle back Lohen's grip only tightens.
“Do I?”
Illuga swallows and forces her gaze down. The girl's got long, greenish hair, tied and braided into low pigtails. Her bangs cling to the sweat around her forehead and mouth, half fallen into her face. Her uniform is similarly disheveled, pure white and royal blue stained brown and green. There's a small cut in her sleeve, but it looks more dirty than bloody. Her tight — really tight! — pants are similarly stained and cut, but otherwise unharmed.
“Um, n–no.” Suddenly, it dawns on Illuga that she's pathetically sprawled on her ass with a kind-of really cute girl crouched over her. “Hey, can you get off?”
Lohen gives her one last appraising look before finally releasing her chin. Illuga falls back onto her elbows as Lohen pushes off her. She doesn't offer Illuga a hand, rather tightening her loosened pigtail. “You're stronger than you look, Birdie.”
“Yeah, thanks,” comes Illuga's miserable response. Birdie… ?
“It's cute that you were concerned, but frankly you'd be doing me a bigger favor if you didn't interrupt my Hunt.” She ponders it for a moment, an (unfortunately cute) eager smile spreading across her lips. “Or we could keep sparring…”
“I think we've sparred enough. You're with the Ordo, right?”
“That's right.” A half bow, hand extended out in a faux salute. “Vice Captain of the Fifth Company.”
Vice Captain? Really!? “Does Miss Varka know you’re wandering off like this?”
At the mention of Varka, Lohen's lips purse, and unless Illuga's eyes deceive her, the exposed tips of her ears color red. “Are you threatening me, Captain Illuga?”
Huh. “No, no. Just… the Lightkeepers are here to ensure the safety of all within Nod-Krai's borders. That includes you, Vice Captain.”
She reaches a hand towards Lohen, and, shockingly, the girl returns the gesture. Her fingers are lithe and delicate, but calloused from arms use. The tips of her nails poke into Illuga's skin through their gloves.
“How chivalrous,” Lohen smiles, and Illuga can't tell how much of it is sarcastic. The Knights are supposed to be chivalrous themselves, aren't they? “I'll be on my way, then. Feel free to let your comrades know that this area's been cleared out.”
Illuga watches her go with a twisted feeling in her gut.
Later, she — predictably — finds Grandmaster Varka at the Flagship. She's made herself comfortable with two rounds of beer done and a third on the way down, as well as a considerably more poised Miss Flins at her elbow. They're enraptured in whatever tale the Grandmaster is recounting, so they don't notice Illuga till she's right at their side.
“Young Miss,” Flins greets warmly, turning her eyes from the Grandmaster to smile at her warmly. “How are—”
“Illuga!” A broad, warm arm sweeps across Illuga's back and pulls her into the narrow space between the twos’ barstools. “We were just talking about you!”
“O–Oh, really…?” As the two lean in, their chests press against either side of Illuga's shoulders, and she swallows. “I mean, it's nice to see the two of you.”
“Likewise, Young Miss.” Please, please, please get your boobs off my shoulder, Miss Flins! “The Grandmaster was just telling me about her own junior. I couldn't help but be reminded of you.”
“Ah, Miss Flins…”
The Grandmaster barks a laugh. “Little Illuga here? Hah, other than height and age I'm not sure how much she shares in common with that rascal!”
“Oh, you never know. They're both captains of a sort, aren't they? Compared to you and I, I'd say they may have more in common without even having met.”
“Really? You wound me, Flins!”
“I mean no offense. Quite the contrary — some bonds are sweetened by your companions’ differences.”
Okay, maybe Illuga doesn't want to listen to these two flirt. But that captain—
“Um, Grandmaster Varka, the person you speak of…”
“Oh, Lohen? She doesn't drink much so you've probably never seen her around these parts. Actually, she spends most of her time running amok with the Wild Hunt; there's a chance you've seen her in passing on your patrols.”
Lohen… “This girl, she wouldn't happen to have green hair, would she? Or wear a blue uniform?”
“Wouldn't you know it,” Varka's got a thumb under her chin. “That's the one! Cute, isn’t she? Though she's cuter when she isn’t causing anyone trouble. Haha!” And another gulp goes down the hatch.
Illuga decides smartly not to dignify that second part with a response. “We've only met once. Today, actually.”
“Oh?” That's Flins, still balancing her chest on Illuga's shoulder. “And how was it?”
“A lot…?” Maybe Illuga shouldn't be badmouthing this girl in front of her superior, but the Grandmaster isn't offering the same courtesy so Illuga feels a bit emboldened. “After I introduced myself, she kind of… jumped me?”
“Wanted a spar, huh?” Another rough laugh. “That's Lohen for you! They've said good stuff about you at camp; she must have recognized your name and decided she wanted a piece of the action for herself.”
Unbidden, something warms in Illuga's chest at the praise. To her right, Miss Flins adds, “Indeed, when I met the lass she asked after you and then, after I confirmed you were busy, drew her arms on me instead.” She doesn't sound anything other than amused by it, but Illuga is mortified.
“She attacked you?”
“Hmm, she didn't seem to mean any particular offensive by it, so I simply excused myself to continue patrol and we went on our way.”
Why didn't I get the same dignity!? “Ah, that's— good, then.”
“Still, though,” the Grandmaster interjects, “that's both Flins and Illuga: two counts of unsolicited sparring with those outside the Ordo. I'll, ah, have to… speak to her about it when I get back.”
It sounds innocent enough, but something about the tone of her voice unsettled Illuga. Enough that she lies, “Oh, it’s fine! She just startled me is all! Please don't punish her on my account.”
“Tell me, Illuga, did one of Wild Hunt knick your cheek?”
Without thinking, Illuga brings a hand up to her wounded cheek, now scabbed over. “That's…”
Grandmaster Varka claps her shoulder in what is probably meant to be a comforting gesture but has too much latent strength to accomplish much. “Don't worry about Lohen! She knows what's coming. I won't push her too hard.”
That phrasing is… a little strange. “O–okay? Sorry for the trouble.”
“Don't worry about it!” Grandmaster Varka laughs, and returns to her drink. “Now, Flins, about that…”
Illuga and Lohen meet a few more times like that. Illuga has enough sense now to instinctively raise her weapon at the turn of Lohen's heel. She's got more bruises blanketing her back and rear than she cares to admit, but with every spar, she feels like she's getting a bit better at matching Lohen's pace.
Lohen is a graceful fighter, all things considered. Her blade moves in sinuous arcs, like a swan brandishing its wingspan, and still somehow manages to outpace Illuga's much less showy attacks. Still, though, she's got her own banes, like her complete neglect (intentional?) of defense, and a habit of getting up close and personal when she really doesn't need to.
So Lohen wins their fights more often than not, but Illuga is starting to wisen up to her tricks and to her own advantages. Like how, even though Lohen is slightly taller, Illuga gets more reach out of her low grip on her polearm. Or how, when it really comes down to it, Illuga's got more grit and raw strength, enough to hold out in a close-up assault. Not like either of these net her any decisive wins, but more often than not she comes out of these fights unscathed despite being the one to surrender.
As it happens, Illuga's patrol route begins to overlap with Lohen's, so their weekly encounters become thrice weekly become daily, enough that Illuga's almost able to anticipate it.
On the third day straight of spars, Illuga finds her bones thrumming with adrenaline, gearing up for a fight with a girl who isn't even here. The day prior, Illuga had been patrolling the shoreline when a familiar figure crashed down from the adjacent cliff side. Illuga balked; that jump must have been near 20 feet! Still, Lohen showed no signs of injury when she recovered her balance, meeting Illuga's eyes with a wild smile before launching her attack.
It'd been about 15 minutes later when a gust of wind had come behind Illuga, forcing the two apart with surprising strength. Then had come Grandmaster Varka, guffawing and hoisting up Lohen by the back of her choker like a particularly rowdy cat.
“Skipping out on chores and picking fights with locals,” she boomed, but she seemed as amused as she did put-out. “You've hit two birds with one stone, kid!”
“Not a kid,” Lohen groused, flailing at the Grandmaster with futile kicks. Grandmaster Varka had just laughed again, and shook her.
“T–That was quite the jump!” Illuga cut in, simultaneously wondering how strong Grandmaster Varka had to be to pick Lohen up with two fingers and how light Lohen had to be in turn. Could Illuga pick her up? Short of the kicks, Lohen seemed like a lot easier luggage to manage than the supplies she lugs around on a semi-weekly basis. “Is Lo– is Lady Lohen alright?”
“Lady Lohen,” Grandmaster Varka had quirked an eyebrow, but said nothing else on the subject. Lohen had similarly gone still, staring down at Illuga with some odd look in her eyes. “Eh, she looks alright, doesn't she? Fine enough to run some laps around camp tonight, hahaha!”
The Grandmaster gave Lohen's ass a chiding(?) pat, and Illuga watched as her eyes went wide and she resumed flailing.
“Thanks for keeping this one busy,” Grandmaster Varka called, finally hoisting Lohen over her shoulder and carrying her away. Illuga diligently averted her eyes from where Lohen's ass pressed against Varka's cheek.
That had been the second day in a row, and now Illuga gets the inexplicable feeling that there's about to be a third. Her gut is proven right when Aedon, surveying from above ground, chirps and flies off into the foggy distance.
For once, Illuga notices Lohen, clothes oddly torn up, before the other can, and she crouches behind a nearby boulder to keep from being discovered. The nearby Wild Hunt must have been dealt with already, so Lohen instead busies herself hunting a Radiant Antelope. She's as graceful as ever, but as she chases after the beasts’ strides, Illuga notices her stumble slightly.
Perhaps she tripped over a stone? The ground here isn't exactly smooth. But as the fight continues it happens again, and again, and Illuga grows convinced that the girl is limping. So her fall yesterday had injured her! Illuga feels equal parts concern and vindication at being proven right.
Before the beast can whip its horns back towards Lohen, Illuga joins the fray, and their combined effort makes quick work of the task. With the beast felled, Lohen takes a minute to catch her breath, before her gaze and blade are turned on Illuga in an instant. She's not quite as swift as usual, however, so Illuga forgoes drawing her own polearm in favor of closing in and grasping Lohen by the shoulders.
“You shouldn't be fighting!” Lohen scoffs and shoves the wooden handle of her polearm into Illuga's side, doubtless hoping to push her away. Illuga stands strong, though, and uses Lohen's new unsteadiness to pull her forward and crush her against her chest. “Listen to me!”
“I'm right as rain!” Lohen argues. “Thanks for the help with the beast, I guess, but I could have managed it on my own.”
“You shouldn't have to if you're hurt,” and Illuga’s voice drops an octave, to the tone she uses when her orders are absolute. Either at the tone of her voice, the pain, or the manhandling Illuga isn’t sure, but Lohen finally goes quiet, her eyes slightly glassy. “Now let me check on you. I could tell you were limping even from a way’s off.”
Lohen stays oddly still as Illuga bends down to run a hand over her ankle. It’s a bit hard to tell through the thigh-length boots, but as Illuga’s hand trails from her foot past her knee up to her thigh, all the while applying firm pressure, she doesn’t feel anything amiss. The same goes for the other leg. The backs of Lohen’s thighs seem oddly sensitive, tensing under the light pressure of Illuga’s light touch, but other than that she appears uninjured.
“See? I told you—”
As Illuga rises off her knees, she steadies herself with one hand on Lohen’s hip, the other accidentally brushing against the knight’s posterior. Lohen’s reaction is instantaneous: her eyes go wide like a rimehorn before a lantern. Rendered speechless, she instead flinches away with a quiet grunt. Illuga knows better than to grope a lady’s ass, but she hovers a protective hand over the area. That’s odd, she had landed on her feet yesterday.
“So jumping twenty feet down a cliff was fine, but you found some other way to fall on your hind?”
Lohen scoffs and opens her mouth to say something, before evidently thinking better of it. She remains silent for a moment, before she finally meets Illuga’s eyes and snarks, “The Grandmaster gave me a firm reprimand last night.”
Illuga ponders this. Was she forced to run laps till she dropped? If Illuga remembers right, that is a punishment the Grandmaster had inflicted upon overly drunk knights before. Or maybe some other chore Lohen had ere avoided… But something about Lohen’s tone suggests otherwise. Unbidden, the thought creeps upon Illuga of other ways a misbehaving captain could be disciplined, a one-on-one session between her and the Grandmaster. Perhaps one that ends in bruises all over—
“Uh!” Illuga squawks gracelessly. Lohen raises an incredulous brow. “W–Well, the point is that you can’t be out here fighting in this state! Here, take my shoulder. I’ll escort you back to base.”
Lohen thinks on it a moment before accepting Illuga’s offered hand. “A personal escort from one of the Lightkeepers’ squad leaders — how lucky am I?”
Lucky, indeed, Illuga thinks but stays silent. Lohen hooks an arm around her neck, and Illuga carefully hooks her own around the knight’s waist to support her. She guides them back the long way towards the Knights’ encampment, wary of any monsters that might pull Lohen’s focus away. Midway through their journey, Lohen begins chattering amiably about this and that. It strikes Illuga that when she isn’t preoccupied with thoughts of battle, Lohen is a rather carefree, somewhat affable person.
When they finally arrive at basecamp they are instantly accosted by a gaggle of knights. Fifth company, judging by the way they flock around Lohen like a band of puppies. The girl hisses and and tries to bat them away, but ultimately gets pulled away towards her tent. Illuga had thought her subordinates might be afraid of her, for all she criticizes their every move and is wont to run off on violent rampages, but they altogether seem content to dote on her while she hurls insults back. Illuga feels a twang of sympathy, reminded of how her own squad mates tease her despite her insistence otherwise.
Since she’s already at the camp, she makes a quick stop by the Grandmaster’s quarters, a somewhat more elaborate tent with a sign posted out the entrance. Illuga calls quietly to announce her entrance, and pushes past the front flap. Grandmaster looks like she might conceivably be doing paperwork, if only one’s definition of doing paperwork included indulging an idle nap while the paperwork sat untouched on the desk. She wasn’t sleeping deeply, in any case, for she quickly rises in her seat at the sound of Illuga’s voice.
“Little squad leader!” she calls, and if she had a mug of beer Illuga has no doubt she’d extend it out towards her. “What brings you here?”
“I was just in the area,” Illuga hurries, the sudden sense of an interrogation washing over her. Her guilty conscience from her earlier thoughts? “I passed by Lady Lohen on my patrol. She was limping, so I escorted her back to camp.”
“Passed by on patrol, huh…” The Grandmaster lowers her legs from where they’re kicked up on the desk. “And what was Lohen up to out there? By my account, she should have been at camp working on some of the Fifth Company’s paperwork.”
“She was, uh…” Illuga has a half a mind to lie, if only to spare Lohen the chores and the— She hurriedly aborts that thought. Besides, Grandmaster Varka’s gaze feels oppressive, and Illuga continues as if compelled, “Hunting a radiant antelope?”
A long-suffering sigh. “Of course. I tell her to stay back and get some work done, and she runs out the first chance she gets. I should keep that girl on a leash.” Don’t even think about it, Illuga! “Sorry for the trouble; thanks for taking care of the girl.”
“It’s no trouble! Lady Lohen is technically doing us a favor, taking out the Wild Hunt and all.”
“Still, you put up with her antics as well as any of us could. And she always seems so excited to talk about you when she comes back to camp. Oh, to be young, haha!”
The angel and devil on either side of Illuga’s shoulders chitter. On one side, bashful delight at the thought that Lohen likes her, even if only because Illuga’s fun to bully. And on the other shoulder, the thought that’s been plaguing Illuga the entire way back to camp and up to now. The thought of Lohen—
Either way colors her cheeks pink.
The Grandmaster must notice, because she leans in almost conspiratorily, voice low. “Say, Illuga, why don’t you come over tomorrow? You can keep Lohen company during her punishment, and we’ll have some good booze, too. Imported straight from Mondstadt.”
The liquor sounds nice, but Illuga’s ears instantly catch on to the promise of Lohen’s punishment. As in, the chore kind, or the kind that Illuga just can’t stop thinking about? The kind that leaves a girl limping afterwards?
“Alright,” she finds herself agreeing, as if strangled out of her. When she leaves the Knights’ camp a few minutes later, her traitorous mind has finally gone quiet, only leaving a dull hum of anticipation.
The next evening comes, and Illuga is tempted to skip out on the engagement. There's a high chance this is all in her head, but then would that be any better? To watch Lohen complete her innocent chores, all the while unknowing that Illuga's been picturing her… compromised. Still, it's for that same reason that she can't bring herself to blow it off.
Illuga is a woman with eyes and a pulse and perhaps an overactive imagination, not the child some of her comrades are convinced she is. And here's a pretty girl, happy to see her and eager to spar, even when Illuga proves a lackluster opponent. That want that Illuga had weaned herself off of years ago throbs back to life. She wants to see Lohen, to make full use of what little time they've got together. She knows better than to abstain in these matters.
A few lower-ranking knights greet her as she crosses into the encampment, but the atmosphere overall is surprisingly quiet. A night drinking on the town, one explains to her in passing, with some others out on business. All at Grandmaster Varka's instruction. That would explain why the Grandmaster's tent, tucked away in a high corner, lacks its usual guards. There's no one to grant her entry, so Illuga calls out a greeting before letting herself inside.
The Grandmaster is seated at her bed this time. She looks up to meet Illuga's eyes as she enters, and gestures for her to take a seat at the desk. The imposing silhouette of the desk chair is intimidating enough when Grandmaster Varka is using it, but now seated there herself Illuga can't help but feel like she's being swallowed alive. She sits down carefully, as though too much weight could crack wood this sturdy, and politely rests her hands in her lap. She tries not to think about how her feet dangle a few inches off the floor.
The Grandmaster has her coat and chest plate off, shirt unbuttoned down to the sternum. She's impossibly huge, and every part of her — her biceps, her shoulders, her breasts — seem to bulge out of her clothes. At her feet, though, sits an even prettier treasure. A girl, completely nude save for a black choker, hands tied between her back and chin perched on Varka's shoulder. Illuga can't see her face from this angle, but that green hair, still ornately braided into long pigtails is a dead ringer.
“You didn’t tell me there'd be guests,” Lohen hisses, trying to shift back on her knees. The large, strong hand that had been petting her tightens into a firm grip, pulling her back into the space between the Grandmaster’s thighs. “You old pervert.”
Illuga can hear her blow a raspberry against Grandmaster Varka's leg. Guiltily, she wonders if she really is intruding despite the invitation. Maybe she's the pervert, for coming here with even the slightest suspicion that this might happen. But then Lohen's pulled harder, and the arch of her spine reveals her to Illuga. Between her legs, she's pink and shiny with slick and—
Illuga settles her gaze carefully on the cute triangle of moles adorning Lohen's back. The first is tucked below her left shoulder, the second in the dip between her shoulder blades, and third at the curve of her waist.
“That's not just any guest, you know.” A somewhat mean tug at Lohen's hair. “Poor Illuga has had to put up with your nonsense for months now. And for what? So you can cause her even more trouble after I've already punished you?” Lohen says nothing. The Grandmaster lifts her gaze from her lap to regard Illuga. “Ah, I wasn't lying about the booze, by the way. Have as much as you'd like, haha!”
“Thank you,” Illuga says, but makes no motion to pour herself a glass. Her hands, sweaty and clutching her trousers, feel glued to her lap. If Grandmaster Varka is offended, she doesn't show it.
“Now, Lohen,” she continues, her voice affected that hard tone that Illuga's only ever heard her direct towards hungover knights. “What do we say when someone puts up with our misbehaving?” Lohen mumbles something into Varka's lap. “Can't hear you,” Varka scolds.
“...Sorry,” murmured barely louder than the first. Then again, in her usual brazen, uncaring tone. “I'm sorry, okay?”
Varka pulls her up by the hair, grip so tight it looks painful even from Illuga is sitting across the room. Lohen's forced to balance precariously on her knees, and her half-hearted fidgeting becomes a full-on struggle to escape Varka's grasp. She seems genuinely frustrated at the treatment, but unfortunately that thought does not have the sobering effect of putting Illuga off. Quite the opposite.
Varka sighs theatrically, and forces Lohen's head back so that she's meeting Illuga's eyes for the first time this night. Her dull eyes are wild with some emotion Illuga can't quite place — frustration, embarrassment, anticipation? Perhaps all three at once? Her voice is back to a low mumble when says, “I'm sorry, Illuga.”
Something electric and embarrassing alights in Illuga's spine. She realizes instantly that she wants to be the one seated at the bed, touching Lohen's hair, her cheek, her–
Illuga's numb legs betray any initiative she may have had, and so she watches helplessly as Varka manhandles Lohen onto the bed so that she's lying prone, ass up and face pressed into the Grandmaster's thigh by a firm hand.
“Say, Illuga, how many hits do you think she should get for her behavior?”
All at once Illuga's face explodes into red, somehow choking over her dry throat. How should she know? Like, Varka would know how many Lohen could take way better than Illuga could. Or, conversely, Illuga doesn’t know how many is a good minimum before it becomes a proper punishment for Illuga. Lohen finally relaxes at Illuga's floundering, and exhales a quiet chortle. Varka shushes her with a thumb shoved past her lips.
Illuga's starting to understand the appeal, though, of breaking down the girl's attitude and haughty remarks. The reason why Varka lets her do as she pleases only to inevitably punish her for it later. Some strange, crazen voice rises from deep inside her chest. “Thirty.”
Both Varka and Lohen's eyes go wide. A small, almost encouraging, smile pulls at Varka lips. She runs a large hand down the length of Lohen’s spine. “Yeah?” she prompts, “Do you think she can take it?”
That same arcane sensation is back, louder now. Firmer, as it confirms, “she can.”
“Heh, guess she really was causing you trouble,” Varka says, almost conversational, before abruptly lifting her hand and slamming it down over Lohen's ass. The force of the hit has Lohen curling away, choking back a scream.
Illuga's knuckles are white beneath her gloves, still clutching at her pant legs. Before her, Lohen pants with eyes blown wide, pupils dilated till they're more black than red. A bit of drool is starting to pool at the corner of her mouth. Varka brings her hand down yet again, and Lohen flinches at the contact. A deceptively soft caress, Illuga isn't sure whether this is better or worse for Lohen. Judging by Lohen's frustrated squirming, it's the latter.
“That all you got, Varka?” she growls the Grandmaster's name like a curse, earning herself another harsh slap to the thigh as punishment.
“You know how much I've got, Vice Captain.” A third slap is quick succession, right over the previous one. “Now be a good girl and count for us.”
Lohen doesn't count, of course. When Varka's palm lands over her other cheek this time she bites into Varka's pant leg. Another slap, and she holds steady, her gaze locked on Illuga's. There's a red smear beneath her eyes that highlights the glossiness of her unshed tears. Illuga can't tear her eyes away. When it becomes clear that getting slapped around isn't going to persuade her, Varka droops her shoulders and settles her hand over the small curve of Lohen's ass.
“C'mon, brat,” she murmurs ruefully, but Illuga can see her mouth quirk up in a small smile. Something amused, fond even. She playfully squeezes Lohen's ass, “Why do you have to make everything difficult for me?”
“You like it that way,” Lohen pants, canting her hips back against Varka's palm. “Or else you'd find a different way to punish me.”
“Seems I do,” Varka agrees, “but I'm not the only one here. This is retribution for our poor guest, you know.” With the ease of lifting a glass, Varka shifts Lohen in her lap so that her chest is angled towards Illuga, one pinkened thigh contorted so that the lightkeeper can see her bruised skin clearly. Lohen stills for a moment, seemingly embarrassed at being ogled by someone who isn't Varka. That is to say, relative to her usual disregard for any matter of shame.
“If the squad leader wants to see me punished,” Lohen tuts, “then why doesn’t she just do it herself?”
By her tone, it’s clear she doesn't fully mean it, a taunt more than anything. But Illuga's put up with her share of Lohen's taunting already, and she's realized now that it's not a larger hand or a stronger palm that stills Lohen, but something else entirely. Something related to the sensation of Illuga’s gaze over her body, and maybe her touch as well.
Illuga stands abruptly, shrugging off her jacket as she crosses the tent in a few large slides. Varka gives her an appraising one-over, whistling. “You're stronger than one would think, little Squad Leader.”
Illuga chooses not to dignify that with a response. She takes Varka's spot when the other woman stands, Lohen deposited into her lap like an overeager kitten. The tie holding her hands behind her back has been snapped apart. Varka gently drapes Illuga's discarded coat over Lohen's shoulders, and then makes her way to the chair that Illuga had been seated in.
Lohen fidgets in some mix of confusion and anticipation as she rolls around in Illuga’s lap to meet her eyes. She looks almost doll-like like this, with rosy cheeks and reddened eyes and delicate fingers reaching up to pull Illuga's coat tighter around her body. Something pulls inside of Illuga.
“Lohen,” she sighs with an unbidden rush of fondness. “You want to be touched and spoiled, don't you? Then why don't you behave so we can give you what you want.”
Lohen huffs, “You'll just give it to me anyway, won't—”
“No,” Illuga cuts her off, tone still gentle, “We have to punish you first, don't we? But why should we? Even if you misbehave, you've still been doing your duty as Vice Captain and taking on the Wild Hunt.”
“And delivering my letters,” Varka quips from her seat. She's slouched over, arms tucked casually over her chest. There's an evident damp spot on her pant leg, an unholy mix of Lohen's drool, sweat, and tears. “Look at that, maybe you are a good girl, Lohen.”
Something about the pet name seems to do it for Lohen. “I'm not,” she whines, petulantly squirming away from Varka's gaze. “Stop teasing me, I'm—”
Once Lohen's rolled over enough for her to get a good angle, Illuga strikes, bringing her hand down firmly over a reddened bruise from an earlier hit. Lohen's words break over a sob. Illuga gently caresses the bruise, feeling a guilty satisfaction in watching Lohen shudder. The girl is just so cute, bundled up in a coat too big for her and with those intricate pigtails coming undone.
“Illuga…” Lohen murmurs against her hip, at once shying away from Illuga's palm and canting her hips towards it. Illuga can't hit as hard as Varka, but she can be cruel in other ways.
“Don't whine,” she shushes, her tone a gentle coo. “Won't you be a good girl for me and count? Please? Let me take care of you, Lohen, I'll—”
Before Illuga can even finish, Lohen whispers desperately: “One…”
“Hmm?” That's Varka, leaning over to hear clearly from the other side of the tent. “What was that, little rabbit?”
Lohen nearly hisses in frustration. “One, one! I’ll fucking count, so please…!”
Illuga spanks her again. It takes Lohen a moment to remember to count, but when she does it's a frantic sob, half-slurred over her own spit. Illuga reaches her free hand out to wipe away what she can from the corner of Lohen's lips. At the fourth, Lohen fully bursts into tears, shaking so hard that Illuga's palm stills. She had taken ten or so hits from Varka earlier, and even with her casual affection she'd been halfway to tears then.
“Don't stop,” Lohen demands, though it's broken up over a sob. “C'mon, Illuga, you said—”
Illuga hits her again. Lohen takes it beautifully, back arched in an elegant curve. As she delivers the sixth, then the seventh, Illuga wonders if Lohen can really take twenty — or even ten — more, but she knows better than to hold back. It doesn't matter if she can, Lohen will take it.
On the thirteenth, Illuga's hand lands over Lohen's center. She thinks she wouldn't have realized, save for how Lohen's gone fully limp in her lap, and her count is so slurred as to be imperceptible. When she pulls away, a sticky line of slick connects her palm back to Lohen. Suddenly, it feels very urgent that they conclude this punishment as quickly as possible.
“Ah, ah, ah,” Varka chides. “Punishment first, Illuga.”
Lohen spits some ungodly amalgamation of curses Varka's way, but takes the next spank well when Illuga delivers it over her thigh. The next one after that, too, and another squarely over a reddened bruise. Lohen squirms and moans like she can’t decide whether prolonging this punishment would be torture or ecstasy.
“Good girl, good girl,” Illuga murmurs desperately, not even sure if she's being heard. Here's the real conflict: being caught between the Lohen who goes out of her way to make others' lives difficult and the Lohen who obediently takes her punishment with undiluted glee. What a lucky day. “Just a few more, Lohen.”
She’s saying it more to herself than to Lohen, but the girl nods eagerly nonetheless. The backs of her thighs have bloomed in blotchy patches of red, a stark contrast against the paleness of her back. There's another mole hidden here, tucked high up on her inner thigh. Illuga wants to kiss it, or maybe bite it. She settles for a spank instead, right near where Lohen's wet and twitching.
It takes real restraint not to rush through the last few, to give Lohen ample time to remember to count between hits and to let her really feel them. By the time the thirtieth has landed, Lohen is completely slumped over in her lap, barely registering the hit till its aftershocks spark her twisted nerves. Varka whistles approvingly from her perch across the tent.
Restraint is one of the few talents Illuga will wholeheartedly claim ownership of, so she drops her hand to gently caress Lohen's back rather than moving any further. She can't help but eye, however, the twitching pink folds of Lohen's cunt, shiny with slick.
Lohen tolerates the delicate treatment for just a moment, before she's twisting around to claw at Illuga's naked arm. Her voice is low when she hisses, “Finish what you started, Squad Leader.”
So Illuga does. Spurred on partially by the taunting and partially by her own desire, she drags her hand around to Lohen's front then down her stomach, then two fingers down further and inside Lohen. They meet no resistance, just the sticky coating of Lohen's slick as they forge ahead and curl upwards. Instinctively, Lohen's thighs clamp together around Illuga's wrist, and she coils inward in one decisive moment of pleasure before she sobs and falls slack.
“Already?” Illuga gasps, fingers stilling inside Lohen.
“Nghh,” Lohen moans back intelligently. She doesn’t protest when Illuga’s fingers begin pressing again, circling ‘round the rim before pulling back to scoop up her slick. “Kee' goin’.”
“This was supposed to be your punishment, remember?” Varka laughs, though she sounds nearer than before. Illuga looks up to see Varka at the side of the bed, kneeling now so she's eye level with Lohen. Her large hand settles over Lohen's head, and the girl's eyes fall shut as nuzzles back against it. “Greedy little thing.”
“You li’ it.”
“Sure I do.” Her other hand, also impossibly large and rough with callouses, lands on Lohen's stomach, pressing down at the sensitive spot over her bladder. “I guess you can go again, but only because you've been such a good girl.”
“Told you to cut it out with that,” Lohen groans, and if she had her usual faculties Illuga has no doubt she’d twist a knee into Varka's side. As things stand, however, she's little more than a puddle of nerves, so merely fidgets under the oppressive weight. Illuga wonders absently what the deal is with Lohen and being called a good girl for it to cause such sensitivity. The more shameless part of her wonders how she can wield it against her.
“The more you tell us not to, the more wont we are to do it. Wouldn't you know that better than anyone?” A hearty — perhaps too hearty — pat over Lohen's stomach, and Varka's pulling away. “Maybe next time we'll both fuck you at once, how about that?”
It's shockingly cute how obvious Lohen's train of thought is. Her mouth drops open just a smidge, eyes glazed over and staring far off. Varka chortles again, “Or are two not enough for you, little rabbit? Perhaps we'd oughta tie you up to the drafting table, let the whole order have their way with you. How many do you think you could take before you got—”
Miraculously, Lohen's pupils dilate further. “Just do it then! C'mon, Grandmaster, I can take it, I'll—”
“Maybe next time,” Varka repeats. She drops a gentle kiss over Lohen's temple and pushes herself up with apparent exertion.
“Next time? Do it now!” Lohen insists back, “you just said I can come again—don't leave!”
She says it so desperately that Illuga almost wants to coo at her. Varka, too, laughs, giving Lohen's head one final pat. “There’ll be time for that later. For now, though, I believe I owe our guest a favor for all the trouble she's put up with. What better than the chance to have her way with the little rascal causing her trouble?”
Lohen puffs her cheek up in a pout, but her eyes dart towards Illuga's with obvious interest. “If it turns out you're lying, I'll—”
“Yeah, yeah. Say, Illuga, you're welcome to stay the night if you'd like. And I wasn't joking about the booze; seriously, help yourself!” With that, she's off, carefully sealing the tent's entrance so no unsuspecting victim becomes a voyeur. Lohen mumbles something about Varka messing up her tent, but it's so quiet Illuga can hardly make it out.
Lohen's hips are still twitching from sensitivity, so Illuga instead trails her fingers up the girl's abdomen towards her chest. She traces a line up her sternum, then around her small breasts. When she finally cups one in her palm, she's delighted to find it completely obscured beneath her hand.
“I can do whatever I want to you, huh…” she murmurs. She thinks she may be drooling, just a bit, as she gently squeezes Lohen's breast.
“Try to sound a bit less like a kid in a candy store, would you?”
“Sorry, sorry.” Illuga gives Lohen's breast one last gentle tug before lifting her hand to caress her cheek. “Can I kiss you?”
Lohen scoffs, though her ears are red behind her hair. “Yeah, sure, let's feign chastity after you've already spa—”
Illuga kisses her. Lohen’s lips are softer than her own, likely owing to Mondstadt’s more favorable climate, and when the girl's tongue slips inside her mouth she finds it tastes sweet. Lohen is warm and light in her lap, a child of freedom through and through.
Even after they pull apart Lohen is still chasing her lips, craning upwards painfully to try and reach. Illuga's free hand drifts back down Lohen's torso to rest in the sensitive space between her stomach and her crotch.
“Didn't you want to kiss?” Lohen tuts, and finally succeeds in sealing their lips back together. Illuga hums lightly and lets her, enjoying the sensation of Lohen’s manicured nails digging into her shoulder. Her hand drops lower still, thumb nudging against Lohen's clit.
“You’re so cute,” she sighs when Lohen gasps into her mouth.
“Did you forget that I tried to kill you the first time we met?”
Bashfully, “I'm pretty sure I thought you were cute back then, too. Ah, but don't get any ideas! You cause me a boatload of trouble whenever you jump me during patrols.”
“Nothing you don't enjoy, evidentally,” Lohen smirks. This time she kisses Illuga's neck, right at the junction beneath her jaw. The way her teeth prod at the sensitive skin there, more nibbling than actual biting, reminds Illuga of a little rabbit. When she pulls away to complain after reaching the top of Illuga’s collar Illuga bends down and steals her lips yet again.
“Do you want me to fuck you, Lohen?” she whispers against the girl's lips once they've pulled away.
“You're going to make me say it?” Lohen laughs back. Her hand has drifted down from Illuga's shoulder to her hip, clumsily coaxing Illuga's shirt out of her pants and belt. “What happened to doing whatever you want to me?”
Before Lohen can succeed in shoving her hand up Illuga’s now loose sweater, Illuga scoops her up and off her lap. Settling between the girl's thighs, she takes mercy on Lohen and pulls off her sweater entirely, leaving only her bra.
“Lohen,” she asks again, more firmly this time. Lohen’s palm has already reached up to palm her breast, but now with their roles reversed she can hardly fit her palm around it. “Do you want me to fuck you?”
Lohen's smirk falters slightly, and she sounds almost confused as she taunts, “What, getting cold feet? Don't you want to fuck me?”
Illuga does, but also…
“What I want is for you to be a good girl and ask for it nicely, Lohen.”
At the diminutive title Lohen's brows predictably furrow. “This again?” she complains, “What's everyone's obsession with calling me that?”
Illuga laughs, “If we called you mean names you'd just enjoy it, wouldn't you? It seems the only way to properly annoy you is to be sweet to you instead.” After a second, she continues, more curious than jealous, “And who's ‘everyone’, anyway?”
Adorably, Lohen's eyes drift upwards in focus as she recalls. “The Acting Grandmaster, the Reconnaissance Captain, the librarian—” The librarian!? “—the Calvary Captain, sister Rosaria… Even when they're mad at me — are they stupid– sorry, ‘confused'?”
Illuga can't help but laugh. She’s already loosened her belt, and now she makes quick work of peeling off her trousers. “Maybe you're just a good girl who needs some redirection at times.”
Major redirection, perhaps, but perhaps in the land of freedom that isn't asking much at all. Lohen is a good girl when it counts, anyhow, even if it takes tolerating a bit of mess to get there. Illuga is patient, if anything.
Lohen doesn't answer this time, just stares curiously as Illuga raises her palm. Her vision, resting on the edge of the bed, glows as she forms a geo construct in her palm. It's been a while since she last did this, so the shape isn't perfect, but with careful precision she manages to carve the construct to her liking. She presents the lumpy, crude form to Lohen like a cat offering up rat entrails.
Lohen stares at it in confusion for a few seconds before her eyes widen in recognition.
“That's—”
“I'm going to fuck you with this,” Illuga finishes for her. The strap is… well, it's definitely phallic. But at the same time it's a bit lopsided and definitely too big to fit comfortably inside of Lohen. Perhaps that last part was motivated by her more unsavory interests, but…
Lohen doesn't complain, though, but instead reaches up to brush her fingers against its length. Either subconsciously or with the intention to seduce, Illuga isn’t sure, but her knees fall apart to reveal her pink, dripping folds.
“Archons, you could break me with this thing,” she purrs. She lewdly pumps her hand down its length, and when Illuga shudders she smiles wickedly. “Gonna fill me up completely, hm?”
Embarrassed as she is, Illuga can't disagree. It's a bit easier for her to fashion the harness, clipped onto her underwear, and fasten the strap into place. Lohen's legs spread impossibly wider, one delicate hand snaking down to spread her folds.
“Come on, come on…” she chants. Illuga acquiesces in shifting forwards, pressing the strap over Lohen's cunt. She keeps it there, rubbing up and down her folds, collecting slick on its way. Lohen's head falls back with a groan. “What are you waiting for? Fuck me properly.”
“I could,” Illuga agrees. She reaches down to touch Lohen directly, spreading her folds apart. The tip teases the girl's twitching hole, just barely pressing inside before pulling away, a trail of moisture stretching the distance between them.
“Then do it!” Lohen actually tries to kick her this time, but Illuga’s able to catch her foot with her free hand. “I can just get myself off if you're not going to.”
“If your own hand was good enough, then you wouldn't have to bother us into punishing you.” As if to prove her point, Illuga presses her finger lightly against Lohen's clit. A new wave of tears, more frustrated than pleasured, wells up in Lohen's eyes. It's shameful how much it delights Illuga. Ignoring Lohen's mourning cry, she lifts her hand away from the girl's cunt to wipe a stray tear. “Poor bunny. You need us to take care of you, don't you?”
“Shut up! And don't listen to these Varka — I don't—”
“Shh, don't cry.” Lohen thrashes harder, as if to say that she isn't. “I'll take care of you, alright? You just need to be a good girl, and—”
“Enough with that! I–I’m not…” But Illuga's hand is still holding Lohen's folds apart, and she can see clearly how Lohen's hole clenches desperately around nothing at the promise.
“But aren't you? You took your punishment so beautifully, you know.” Lohen clenches again. The dam has silently collapsed, and now the damp trails of tears sparkle upon her cheeks. To Illuga, she looks absolutely beautiful.
“But I'm not! I've never been; I'm dirty, I’m–!” She's heaving now, near hyperventilating, but all the while her hips are twitching desperately. The sight of it, of those sparkling pink folds and the slick leaking out of her, is irresistible. Illuga bends down to kiss her.
“Then let me absolve you,” she whispers, reverent. The strap comes back to rest against Lohen's cunt, just barely dipping in. Lohen chokes over another sob. “Let me be worse than you.”
Lohen blinks up at her, still hiccuping over her tears. She looks completely and utterly defeated. Illuga can't help but wonder how many others can claim to have seen this expression on her. With weak, shaking arms, she reaches up to pull Illuga closer, hiding her face in Illuga's neck.
“Please, Illuga…” she murmurs, near silent. The head of Illuga’s strap finally breaches her hole, but doesn't press further.
“Hm? What was that?”
Lohen pulls back now to stare up at her in disbelief. Her pigtails are unsalvageable, and the tips of her bangs stick to her damp eyelashes. Fully nude, save for her choker and Illuga's coat draped over her shoulders, she appears like a precious, fragile doll. Her leg thumps against Illuga's rear, like the tantrum of a spoiled rabbit.
“Please!” She whines, and kicks again. “Please, Illuga, I need it! Please, please, plea—!”
Illuga isn't fully in charge of her own body as she slides in fully, those slick folds acquiescing easily to the pressure of the strap’s length. All at once, she feels the phantom sensations of kuuvahki and elemental energy explode around her. Nothing concrete, just the amorphous impression of pressure and warmth both everywhere and nowhere at once.
“L–Lohen,” she groans, perhaps in apology, before pulling back and driving her hips forward once again. Lohen doesn't answer, save for a choked sob. Illuga wonders, faintly, how close she must be to another orgasm.
As Lohen tightens around her, the cloying presence of kuuvahki in the air grows thicker. Lohen slaps her palm over her mouth, suddenly recoiling away, and Illuga can’t help chasing her. It’s not so much the kuuvahki and elemental energy in the air that does it for as it is the sight of Lohen’s tight hole parting around her strap, accommodating her so easily as to make separating feel unnatural. She keeps one gloved hand anchored around Lohen’s hip, and raises the other to press lightly at Lohen’s stomach. She gropes the skin lightly, perhaps searching for the indent of her vision inside of Lohen, but instead finds… a tremor?
She presses harder, and the faint pulse becomes stronger, as if resonating with the palm of her hand. The skin there glows a dim, reddish hue, as if someone’s held a lantern against it. When Illuga looks up to Lohen’s face, she finds her convulsing, choking on the air.
Shit!
Lohen’s already sensitive, and the combined energy of Illuga’s geo vision and the kuuvahki ingested in her body must be downright nauseating. Illuga’s previous partners had complained of nausea before, but it’s not as though she’d ever lost control of herself like this, to the point that the geo construct pressed deep inside Lohen is now trembling like split earth, along with what is likely a thick layer of kuuvahki suffocating her from the inside out. Lohen’s not been in Nod-Krai for that long, her sensitivity to kuuvahki must be even worse than any of Illuga’s other partners had been!
In an instant, she’s withdrawing, trying in vain to resonate with her vision and dissolve the strap. Of course, control evades her, as though a second her, both weaker and infinitely stronger, is insisting that she must stay inside, that Lohen must be kept full of her by any means necessary. The backward slide of her hips is halted by the vice grip of Lohen’s legs around her.
“Don’t go!” Lohen whines, even as another wave of nausea washes over her. “You said you would fuck me if I was good!”
“I’m hurting you!” She tries to ease Lohen off with the hand on her hips, but those shockingly strong legs only grip harder.
“It’s fine if it hurts!” Lohen reaches up with both hands to hook them over Illuga’s shoulders, bucking her hips up even as it sends another painful tremor through her stomach. “You said you’d make me good, that you’d—!”
“You’re going to throw up!” Futilely, Illuga tries to push against the beguiling pull of Lohen’s arms. “There’s nothing ‘good’ about this!”
For a moment, Lohen just stares up at her, bewildered. Then, her voice lower but no less certain, she insists, “then make it good for me. Fill me up completely like you promised.”
“Lohen…”
“I need it,” Lohen insists. The red depths in her eyes are cavernous now, with want and some other emotion Illuga can’t recognise. “I need your cock in me, Illuga. You’ll give it to me, won’t you? Please?”
Illuga understands now why the little rabbit has got so many respectable, high-ranking officials bending to her will like putty. It’s impossible not to; not when Lohen’s blinks up at her sweetly, almost innocently, and commands her with such filthy words. Illuga’s head falls into Lohen’s chest with a sob — an unvoiced apology — and she begins moving again. There’s no reason now, just the desperate rutting of Illuga’s cock inside Lohen as she fucks up into her. Lohen’s stomach glows brighter as a thick pool of kuuvahki leaks steadily inside her.
It’s an awful, perverse thought, but Illuga can’t help but wonder if…
She reaches one hand down between them, passing over the sensitive curve of Lohen’s breast before landing over her stomach. She presses down lightly, finding it swollen with the weight of her cock and the flood of elemental energy inside her.
“I could get you pregnant like this,” she breathes as if possessed. The thought of it is ridiculous, but perhaps it’s because it’s so absurd that Illuga can’t help feeling convinced of it. If Lohen thinks to make fun of her, she doesn’t show it. The thought that it’s a biological impossibility seems not to cross her mind at all, as she clenches tight and curls her body closer towards Illuga. Taking pity, Illuga drops her hand lower still to press her thumb roughly against her clit.
At once, Lohen is collapsing beneath her, her nails digging painful half-moons into Illuga’s back as she tightens her hold and comes, squirting sticky fluid over their stomachs. She doesn’t stop for a few seconds, just sobs and shivers against the tremors of Illuga’s cock. When she collapses back, so too does Illuga, desperately nosing into her neck. The geo construct dissipates, dissolving into the mess of elemental energy inside Lohen’s body.
Illuga’s panties, when she reaches down to pull them off, are a ruined mess, soaked through with slick. She pulls one of Lohen’s legs down, and hooks her own leg around her thigh to rut against it. Lohen, eyes still glazed and distant, stares up at her as if not fully comprehending that her body has become an instrument for Illuga’s pleasure.
“Good girl, good girl,” she murmurs, a prayer spilling past her lips and onto Lohen’s skin. Before she can think better of it, her other hand is pulling Lohen’s other leg up and over her shoulder and pressing their cunts together.
At the sticky, somewhat rough slide of their folds against each other, Lohen convulses, her stomach pulling taught with pain. She thrashes beneath Illuga, now aware — too aware — of the sensations bombarding her.
“T–Too much!” she cries, shrinking away from the press of Illuga’s hips. “I can’t…!”
Unfortunately for her, her pleas only encourage Illuga further, spurred on by the knowledge that precious few have seen Lohen really, truly surrender like this.
“I know it hurts,” she coos, still chasing her release against Lohen’s body. “Just take it and be good for me, a–alright? You can give me just one more, can’t you?”
Miraculously, Lohen does manage to come for the third time, albeit painfully. She lets out a broken wail as her body goes fully limp beneath Illuga, still flinching at the sensation of Illuga’s cunt against hers and the remnants of elemental energy inside her. Illuga follows not long after, collapsing onto Lohen’s chest. They pant heavily against each other for a while, their breath, limbs, the spend between their thighs all mixed and inseparable between them.
“Birdie…” Lohen whimpers against her forehead after a few minutes. A weak, delicate palm brushes Illuga’s hair out of her eyes.
“I’m sorry.” Illuga can’t think of anything else to say. She considers briefly whether she should wash Lohen off, but the Knights of Favonius only have the one public washroom and neither are in the condition to brave the elements outside.
“‘s fine,” Lohen murmurs back, her heavy breathing slowly evening out, before her hand falls away and the up-and-down rhythm of her chest goes steady. Illuga, still cradled against Lohen’s chest, can hear the soft pitter of Lohen’s heartbeat as it settles from its jackrabbit pace to a gentle rest. “Don’ go a’ywhere.”
“I won’t,” Illuga promises her, as the heavy weight of sleep falls upon her in turn.
Illuga awakes the next morning to the bed shaking beneath her. Lohen, still flush against her, is bent over the side of the bed, her entire body heaving like a cat that has to vomit. Like a cat that has to…
“Oh, shit!”
In a moment of shocking clarity, Illuga manages to pull Lohen’s hair behind her back before she throws up over Varka’s floor. It’s conveniently at that moment that the entrance to the tent opens just enough for Varka to slip inside. She at least has enough sense to close the tent behind her, before staring dumbly at the scene before.
“What did you do to her?” Varka asks in some mix of admiration and trepidation as Lohen continues to retch.
“I–I don’t know! Kuuvahki?”
“Kuuvahki!?”
“Both of you, shut up,” Lohen growls, before hurling the last of it into the growing puddle on Varka’s floor. Once her stomach has settled, she rolls over and shoves her face into Illuga’s neck, uncaring that her mouth is still wet with vomit. Varka is a stronger woman than either of them; it only takes her a moment to accept that her tent has been ruined before she’s stepping over the puddle as best she can to sit on the edge of the bed.
“Did l’il Illuga get you pregnant or something?” she asks, rubbing a consoling hand over Lohen’s hip.
“No—”
“She might as well have,” Lohen grouses. She arches back like a cat against Varka's touch, her forehead still pressed against Illuga's shoulder. Varka chuckles lowly, tracing her hand around Lohen's ass to prop her leg up and get a good look.
“Archons!” she laughs, perhaps in disbelief. “Is this the kuuvahki you were talking about?”
Illuga doesn't even want to know. She imagines herself sinking into the mattress as she mumbles back, “Maybe…”
“And she's got so much of it in her system that she's now vomiting all over my tent.”
“Yeah…”
Sensing she won't be getting any further answers, Varka leans back with a hearty laugh. Her hand is still between Lohen's leg when she declares, “well, it seems the little rabbit won't be going on any hunts today. Guess that clears up who's keeping me company while I go through Jean's letters.”
This earns her a heel in her side, swiftly caught by the ankle in Varka's massive hand. “Just try it, old hag.”
“Old hag, huh?” Pulling Lohen’s closer by her ankle, Varka leans down to address her properly. “Do you still need to be disciplined after all that, Lohen?”
Lohen huffs a laugh and tries again to wiggle out of Varka's grip. “Maybe you two just didn't do a very good job.”
“Like hell we didn't. Everyone in the camp could probably hear you guys going at it!” Her voice pitches up in a whiny impression of Lohen’s voice, “Make me good, Illuga, plea—”
Lohen thrashes again, this time succeeding in thwacking Varka's side. “You pathetic, old pervert, listening in on your subordinate. I should report you to Master Jean.”
At the mention of this ‘Jean’ Varka visibly tenses. Taking advantage of the lull, Illuga cuts in, “We weren't that loud, were we?”
“Loud enough to hear from the adjacent tent, at least.”
That's not at all relieving —Illuga would have rather no one heard all the … mean things she'd said last night. Lohen, on the other hand, doesn't seem particularly perturbed by the idea of a voyeur (of course not), but then Varka leans in to tease, “it was a nice surprise for me. My little rascal of a vice captain being a good girl for our guest, who would have thought?”
Lohen actually manages to kick Varka in the jaw this time, though her limbs are weak with fatigue and probably hit like wet noodles. Still, the curiosity sparks inside Illuga yet again: just what is it with Lohen and being called that?
“I told you to shut up,” Lohen growls quietly, and were it anyone else it would have been a derelict breach of etiquette rather than something cute. Luckily for Lohen, Varka must find her positively adorable, since she lets the girl off with only a pinch of the cheek.
“I'll go find you something nice and light to work on today. Don't keep Illuga too long now, alright?”
“Fine,” Lohen mumbles dismissively, all but shoving Varka off her own bed with the tips of her toes. When Varka departs yet again, Illuga takes that as her cue to follow.
Her coat may be a lost cause, still wrapped around Lohen's back and stained with slick, but the rest of her clothes should be salvageable. When she leans up to search for them, however, Lohen's arm snatches out to grasp her arm.
“Where are you going?” she demands.
“Getting dressed…?” Illuga tries, and instantly realizes it's a losing battle. “Look, Lohen, I—”
“Birdie.” Lohen summons enough wherewithal to roll over onto her knees and crawl onto Illuga's stomach. Her cunt, where it’s pressed against Illuga's navel, is still sticky from last night's activities. “Didn't you say you would take care of me?”
“Uh,” Illuga garbles intelligently.
“Sooo,” Lohen's grinning now, the white tips of her teeth just barely visible past her lips. “I want you to take responsibility and clean me up, okay?”
My patrol, Illuga thinks desperately as Lohen's fingers reach down to spread her folds, displaying the sparkling mess of elemental energy staining her. She's helpless to move, she finds, as Lohen smirks down at her speechlessness and crawls up to take a seat.