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“Jahoda.”
Jahoda’s attention snaps to the couch, where Nefer has sat down, one leg crossed over the other. She’s tilting her head from side to side the way she does when her neck has begun to ache from working at her desk for too long.
Nefer’s eyes meet hers. “Oh!” Jahoda jumps up. “You want me to—” She gestures vaguely in the air. ”On it, Boss!”
And yeah, giving your ridiculously hot boss shoulder massages should probably qualify as low-grade torture, but hey! She’s not about to tell Nef no— not that she couldn’t! She just… doesn’t really want to.
She nearly trips over her own feet on the way over, which would be embarrassing if Nef didn’t look so amused. Cute. She quickly squishes that thought, just in case Nefer can read minds. Although if she could, Jahoda would have been screwed ages ago. She doesn’t even think anything bad, just… she doesn’t think Nef would appreciate being thought of as cute. Which might be something she has thought about before.
Her hands settle on Nefer’s (naked!) shoulders— she's shrugged off her cape, meaning her back is mostly bare— her thumbs pressing against the base of her neck gently. Nefer sighs deeply the second Jahoda digs her fingers in, extra careful of her mechanical arm, just in case. She lets herself get lost in the work, systematically increasing and decreasing intensity.
“Harder, dear,” Nefer breathes. Her eyes are closed, head swaying slightly as Jahoda does her very best to relieve sore muscles. If her voice goes straight to Jahoda’s crotch, that’s really nobody’s business. Though it is very rude of her body to heed Nefer's command rather than her own when she tells her dawning erection to go down. Of course she’d begin to get hard without issue in this scenario. Stupid body.
Still, Jahoda keeps going, chasing the areas that make Nefer sigh and adjusting pressure until she’s releasing sounds that have Jahoda’s cheeks burning. Her heartbeat is way too prominent between her thighs, which is awful, and she’s gonna take a cold shower after this and not touch herself and think about Nef because that would be wrong and weird and—
Nefer sighs and leans her head back against the couch’s backrest, and suddenly Jahoda can see her face, eyes closed, mouth slightly parted, a small crease between her eyebrows. Jahoda’s face feels way too hot, and her shorts feel just a bit too tight.
She shifts her gaze away, and they catch on Nef's now uncrossed legs instead, which really isn't any better for her sanity. They're long and tan and her thighs look so soft and they're falling open, just the smallest amount, as Nefer's hips shift against the couch. Jahoda's fingers unconsciously dig harder into her upper back and the quiet answering groan makes Jahoda's mind go all hazy. She thinks there might be a wet spot on her underwear which is just horrible and embarrassing and she's going to touch herself later for sure.
For now she forces her eyes to move, except there is clearly no sanctuary to be found for a poor girl's eyes in this place, because instead she finds herself looking at Nef’s chest. Her nipples are clearly hard beneath her top, nipple piercings visible through the fabric— piercings! That’s so…ugh! Jahoda's mouth is watering and it's not because of nipple piercings. It's not!
When she finally looks back to Nefer’s face she finds her green eyes are characteristically sharp and— unfortunately— very much open. Her mouth is curled into a small smirk.
Jahoda blushes, quickly mumbling out an apology. She's gonna get fired for sure. Fired for looking at her boss’ nipple piercings! That's a new low, probably in all of Nod-Krai, honestly. She would pull her hands away from Nefer's shoulders, except she knows quitting something without permission is almost as bad as starting something without it. So she just keeps going.
Instead of obliterating Jahoda on the spot, Nefer says, "You can touch them if you'd like."
Jahoda is gonna have to move and change her name and get— what? Touch? She spends way too long puzzling that sentence back together, because what?
“I can…” She finds Nefer’s eyes again for confirmation.
Nefer arches her back deliberately— Jahoda can tell it’s deliberate because it's all slow and exaggerated— and Jahoda is again very aware of her dick in a way she usually is not. Then Nefer reaches up and releases the clasp on her top, and the fabric begins to fall, stopping right above her chest.
“Touch them,” Nefer says simply. Which could have come off sounding like an order, but it's gentle enough that Jahoda feels she could refuse. If she was crazy, that is. When opportunities come your way, you take them. Just like Nef taught her.
So she lets her fingers trail down to Nefer’s collarbones, slowly, like she might change her mind, or just disappear like a mirage in the desert if Jahoda moves too close. She has to lean in closer to reach, and the back of Nefer’s head presses against her stomach.
She can feel the steady rhythm of Nefer’s heart against her hand as she reaches the tops of her breasts. Her fingers slip beneath fabric, pushing it down, slowly, slowly, until Nef’s chest is bare.
There's a quiet clink of metal as Jahoda’s mechanical fingers brave the waters and stroke across Nefer’s nipple. Because she can't feel in the same way through it, she musters up an extra bit of courage and cups Nef’s other tit with her left hand. She squeezes gently, with both hands, then lets her thumbs flick Nefer's nipples.
Nefer arches further into her touch, tilting her head back again until Jahoda can see her closed eyes, her relaxed expression, her small smile. Jahoda takes care to be gentle, pinches down, pulls, then keeps squeezing rhythmically in a motion that's nearly reminiscent of milking— that visual makes Jahoda's cock throb, like it's worried she might have forgotten about it.
Jahoda has half a mind to rock against the back of the couch, but with Nef’s head resting against her, she is not about to risk it. Instead she focuses, redoubling her efforts to stimulate Nefer’s breasts to the best of her ability, teasing at her piercings, circling her areolas, then returns to the squeezing motion until Nefer is letting out quick breaths, her claws digging into the couch cushions, and her thighs shift in a way that almost seems restless.
“Jahoda.” Jahoda stands at attention, fingers stilling where she's been working. “Come stand in front of me.” Jahoda somewhat reluctantly removes her hands from Nefer’s chest, and Nefer sits back up, straightens her back, and, notably, doesn't cover her chest back up.
Jahoda does as commanded, slowly. She prays her erection won't be visible through her shorts, but that's probably hoping for too much with Nefer and her far too observant gaze.
She turns out to be right, because the second she stops in front of Nef, their knees nearly touching, Jahoda can see her eyes glide down her body and halt somewhere around her crotch. Nefer raises an eyebrow in what seems to be surprise. Jahoda feels like she might evaporate any second, just reach a high enough temperature to spontaneously combust. Nefer's eyes stay on her, like she’s being evaluated— appraised— and it's way too embarrassing, but the worst part is that she can actually feel her cock twitch and swell even further. Traitor.
Slowly, Nefer's mouth grows into a smirk. “What a surprise,” she purrs and sits up straighter.
“You didn't know?” Jahoda can't help but ask, and Nefer looks surprised for a moment.
“Why would I? I don't collect intel on genitals.” She's back to smirking, and suddenly she reaches out and her hand is cupping Jahoda through her shorts. “Except in special cases.”
Jahoda thinks she might be dreaming, or maybe she died while on assignment because Nefer is touching her. Caressing her cock over her shorts, and the sensation is dulled by layers of fabric but it still feels, like, really good.
So obviously she can't help but lean into it, rising onto her tiptoes as Nefer strokes her, the feeling of sharp claws cupping her makes her shiver, even with how muted it is.
Nefer's chuckle feels louder than it should. "Jahoda, dear, I've been thinking of expanding your responsibilities.”
“Uh-huh,” Jahoda agrees. She can take a hint, especially when said hint is touching her like, uh, that. Her cock pulses insistently in time with her heartbeat.
“You'll tell me if you want to stop,” Nefer says. “Yes?” Jahoda gets a little weak in the knees from Nef checking in with her. Or maybe it's because of the way her hand moves. Doesn’t matter.
She nods quickly. “Yes, Boss!” Nef exhales a quiet laugh that makes Jahoda aware of the heat in her cheeks all over again.
“Good.” The hand disappears and Jahoda very nearly protests. “Take your pants off.”
And well, at that point, what the heck is she supposed to do besides follow directions? She begins quickly unbuttoning her shorts and shimmies them down her hips. She pauses at her bodysuit, looking to Nefer for confirmation. After the answering nod Jahoda begins shrugging her cape off as well, peeling her bodysuit off and cursing the complicated layering she'd thought looked so cool when she first got it.
With her clothes pooled around her ankles, she moves to take her sock off when Nefer tuts. Immediately stopping in her tracks, Jahoda straightens her back, standing at attention once again. And she's not the only thing standing at attention— hah! Jokes aside, she is very aware of her cock— swelling pretty quickly, which is kinda rare for her— as well as her small chest, being completely exposed to Nef's scrutiny.
And Nefer is studying her intently, leaning forward until Jahoda can feel the faintest trace of her breath across her stomach.
She doesn't move for what feels like an eternity, and Jahoda glances down at herself, at the way her dick is drooping just a bit, precum beading at her head, and suddenly wishes she was bigger. What if Boss Nef is disappointed? She swallows.
“It's kinda—” Small. She doesn't say that. “I can't always—” Get hard. Orgasm. Ejaculate? Ew. She doesn't say that either, just gestures vaguely again.
Nefer doesn't reply, but slowly begins to pull her gloves off, the claws clinking softly as she sets them aside on the nearby table. She removes her hair accessories as well, carefully placing them with her gloves. Then she stands up, nearly dwarfing Jahoda as she does. Jahoda’s focus is split between her eyes and her breasts, until a soft hand grabs onto the base of her dick.
Jahoda squeaks, nearly jumping. Nefer adjusts her grip, then pulls the foreskin back gently, to drag a thumb along her slit, smearing the clear fluid over her glans. Jahoda's hips jerk towards her hand, and the way Nefer looks at her makes Jahoda shiver. It's almost like she wants to eat her.
Nefer's hand covers basically all of Jahoda's cock, but she doesn’t seem to mind the size, just begins jerking it off slowly, exposing her head over and over as the foreskin is pulled back again and again. The angle is slightly awkward, but Jahoda isn't about to move or complain because, one, she has a perfect view of Nef’s tits, and two, it feels really good. Her cock continues to swell until it's nearly fully hard and basically all of Jahoda’s lower body is tingling. And most of her upper body as well, actually.
Then Nefer is suddenly maneuvering her— by her dick, no less— around until the backs of her knees hit the couch and Jahoda obediently sits down. Which means Nefer’s hand leaves her, which makes Jahoda pout for real this time.
“Boss,” she manages to get out before Nefer begins to sink down. She places her hands on Jahoda’s knees, pushing them apart until she fits between them as she kneels down. Kneels down!
If Jahoda had an easier time orgasming she'd probably have come from the visual alone. As it stands, she just feels a tightening in her general crotch area, still throbbing in time with her heartbeat, which is considerably faster compared to when they began.
Nef grabs the base of her cock again, angling it just a bit more upwards as her thumb moves along the underside in slow caresses that almost make her feel ticklish.
“Come a bit closer,” Nefer says, and Jahoda scoots down until she's seated on the edge of the couch cushion. A shiver runs along her spine.
It's like everything moves in slow motion, Nef tucking her hair behind her ear, the slow lean in until her breath tickles Jahoda’s shaft.
“Such a cute cock,” Nefer coos. Jahoda moans loudly, then quickly slaps a hand over her mouth in embarrassment. Nefer giggles— seriously, giggles. In a really dignified way, but still! “Oh, do you like that?”
“Nef,” Jahoda whines. “Please don't make fun of me.”
Nefer’s grin doesn't fade, but she leans down, tongue extending until it presses against the underside of Jahoda’s dick, right at the base. Jahoda grabs onto the cushions on either side of her thighs, trying her very best to keep her hips still. Which is difficult when Nef’s tongue drags up, flicking against the head of her cock before she closes her lips around it.
“Oh—” Jahoda moans. Nefer's mouth is hot and wet and she sucks gently at Jahoda's glans until her toes curl and her hand shoots to the back of Nefer's head. Just resting there, but the temptation to push is, uh, not non-existent.
Nefer begins bobbing her head slowly, taking more and more of Jahoda into her mouth each time, until her nose pushes into Jahoda's bush. Jahoda has half a mind to worry about her lack of… landscaping? What's the equivalent of manscaping? Then Nefer sucks and she loses her train of thought. Probably for the best, actually.
Pressure keeps building in her cock until she reaches the point where she usually gives up if she's by herself, but Nefer just pushes her further along, gently, like it’s nothing, like she knows exactly what Jahoda likes. What she needs. Jahoda knows she's panting, but she can't bring herself to stop, especially when Nefer swallows, the bob of her throat working around her shaft. Nef glances up at her, her eyes all pretty and seductive and dark.
That's when she becomes aware of Nefer rocking gently where she sits on her knees, and when she manages to focus for longer than three seconds she can see Nef’s right arm tensing as her hand is clearly working between her thighs.
Nefer stays with her cock in her mouth, gently sucking then stopping to take a breath, or to moan, and Jahoda is basically shaking because she is getting closer and closer and Nef seems like she likes having Jahoda's cock in her mouth.
“Ah—” Nefer moans again, and there's a wet, almost squishy, sound audible as she rocks against her hand. Spit drips down Jahoda's shaft and down to stain the couch.
“Nef,” Jahoda pants. “I'm gonna— I'm almost—” Her thighs are shaking.
Of course, Nefer pulls back. Strings of saliva connecting her lips to Jahoda's cock break, and the visual makes Jahoda gasp. Nefer dries her mouth against Jahoda’s thigh. Jahoda’s cock is throbbing and leaking and if they're gonna do this again she is gonna have to get better at her, uh, regular maintenance, because wow.
"Jahoda. I want you inside me." Nefer sounds breathless, and she's still rocking against her hand, the slick sound doing its part to entice Jahoda. As if she needs more encouragement.
“Are you— is that okay?” Jahoda cringes at her own question. “I think I might come, like, right away.”
Nefer smiles in the same way she does when she gets exactly what she wants after settling a negotiation.
“Don't worry, dear.” She stands up. “I'll handle myself. This time, anyway.” She’s implying there may be more times? Jahoda would pinch herself if she wasn’t genuinely worried she might wake up. Nefer undoes the remaining clasps of her outfit, shimmies it down her body to reveal the soft skin of her stomach, the dark hair at the apex of her thighs. Jahoda gulps; she's never gonna be able to concentrate at work again. It's worth it, though. The fabric falls to the floor with little ceremony, and Nefer is naked before her, besides the one band digging into her thigh, and Jahoda is way too excited that she kept it on.
Nefer sets a knee beside her thigh on the couch, and Jahoda scoots back until she can lean against the backrest. Her cock has already softened a bit with the lessening stimulation, but Nefer straddles her lap and simply grabs the base again. Jahoda thrusts into her hand and Nef jerks it once, twice, thrice, four...ice? Look, with the way her cock swells up again, it's no wonder there's no blood left for her brain.
When Nef is satisfied, and Jahoda has remembered that she has hands and grabbed onto her hips, Nefer moves her free hand to her pussy and spreads her lips, casually, like Jahoda isn’t about to lose her mind. Jahoda's eyes jump down to follow along as Nefer adjusts her cock until she can grind against it, immediately mixing her own arousal with slowly drying spit and Jahoda’s precum. The way her dick glides between Nefer’s lips has Jahoda thrusting up as best she can, and Nefer lets out quiet moans each time she does.
Her hips begin to stutter against Jahoda, and she grinds down harder and shifts until the tip catches against her entrance instead. Jahoda's breath is coming in short pants, and she's harder than she's been in years, probably.
"Nef," she whines and Nefer's mouth twitches into a mean smile.
“Are you ready, dear?” The head of Jahoda's cock still rests against her, teasing heat so close to enveloping her.
Jahoda nods quickly, hands squeezing Nefer’s hips. "Please."
Nefer sinks down, slowly beginning to allow Jahoda inside. She works herself down just a bit before she rises back up, and Jahoda watches as she raises a hand and sucks on two of her fingers before she reaches down and begins rubbing her clit, slowly taking more and more of Jahoda's cock each time she grinds down. Jahoda is floating, genuinely thinks she might float away to Celestia with the way Nefer squeezes down around her. She's so wet that Jahoda can feel it dripping down along her testicles, and she's begun to move more erratically already, heavy breaths escaping her each time she takes Jahoda's cock down to the hilt.
“Nef—” Jahoda groans. “Feels so good, you're so—” Nefer sinks down with her full weight. “Oh, wow— good, Boss.” Which isn’t the most articulate sentence ever, but Nefer doesn't seem to mind.
There's no way this can get more intense, is what Jahoda thinks, before Nefer grabs onto the backrest next to her head and begins bouncing up and down, walls dragging against Jahoda’s cock in a way that makes Jahoda’s hips jerk wildly. Nef keeps riding her faster and faster until she rises a bit too far and Jahoda's cock slips out right before Nefer's hips rock back down. Barely faltering, Nefer reaches down and helps guide Jahoda back inside of her, her cock now hard enough that it's easy for Nef to just sink down, and Jahoda finds herself releasing low whines every time Nefer grinds down, fully submerging her in pleasure. Her dick slips free again, but Nefer immediately angles it back again and her cunt swallows it in one smooth motion. Jahoda's eyes jump between Nefer’s chest and her own lap; seeing her cock disappear inside of Nefer and then be released again by protesting muscles makes her go a bit lightheaded.
The next time Jahoda's cock slips out, Nefer nearly growls, and Jahoda flushes with embarrassment.
"Sorry," she manages to say, even with her nerves all frazzled and buzzy, her non-mechanical fingers keep twitching, digging into Nef's hip hard enough that she worries she might leave indents in her skin.
Nefer frowns, hand around Jahoda's cock, already pushing the head against her entrance again. "Don't apologize." Her voice is unsteady, but firm. She sinks down again and she squeezes so tight around Jahoda, it's basically a miracle that Jahoda doesn't come right then. She settles heavy on Jahoda's lap, keeping her cock fully inside her the whole time. "You're perfect, dear." Jahoda swallows the lump in her throat.
"Now," Nefer continues. "Do you want to come inside?"
Jahoda's breath catches for a very different reason. "Yes. Please, yes. Please."
Nefer's smile is hungry and her hips begin rolling, keeping Jahoda fully hilted inside as she grinds down.
"Are you close?" Nefer asks. Jahoda just nods, a single jerky motion. "Good," she purrs. Her hand leaves the backrest to settle on Jahoda's shoulder while she moves her other hand back to begin rubbing quick circles against her clit again.
That's about the time when Jahoda realizes that she has a mouth, and so she lets her mechanical hand keep the grip on Nef's hip while she uses the other to cup one of her breasts, bowing her head slightly until she can close her mouth around the nipple, suckling and flicking the tip of her tongue against it, then rolling against the piercing while Nefer continues bearing down on her cock.
Nef feels so good around her, Jahoda's hips begin jerking without conscious thought, even pinned down beneath Nefer's full weight. Nefer sways slightly as Jahoda tries to get deeper, and she just keeps grinding down, her cunt squeezing almost rhythmically until Jahoda finally feels her dick pulse with release, a broken gasp escaping her as the tension finally breaks. She can feel herself ejaculating, weak spurts that make her nearly lose her breath.
Jahoda is pretty sure she blacks out, because the next thing she’s aware of is Nefer's arm tensing as she rubs herself faster and faster, and the way she squeezes down almost loops around into too much, while she continues rocking back and forth, still clenching down around Jahoda's softening dick until her hips stutter in quick, short motions, and Jahoda can feel her squeezing down even tighter around her. Then finally she stills, leaning heavily against Jahoda.
Jahoda's mind is racing with everything she wants to say, so she opens her mouth to speak, "Wow."
Nefer laughs, slightly raspy, and she presses a kiss to the crown of Jahoda’s head that would make her blush if she wasn’t already as red as a person can get.
Nef stays seated on her lap, still with Jahoda’s now soft cock inside her. Which feels oddly pleasurable even with how sensitive she is. It feels like something is bubbling up her chest, squeezing around her heart in a way that nearly makes her throat begin to close up. She buries her face in the crook of Nef’s neck, inhaling slow and deep breaths. Another soft kiss is pressed to her temple, and Jahoda feels all warm and fuzzy. And oh, sleeping with someone you already love is probably a bad idea, isn’t it? Not love-love! Just, like, friendly love. Nef is her friend. And her boss. Her very attractive boss-friend. Who she just slept with. And who Jahoda is currently still inside of. Which doesn’t seem very boss-friend-y of them, but Jahoda doesn’t really have the most experience with these things, so who is she to say what’s normal or not!
“You’re thinking very loudly, Jahoda.” Nefer sounds amused.
“Oh! Sorry.” Jahoda lets out a self-conscious laugh. “That was really. Wow.”
“Good wow?”
Jahoda quickly raises her head to look at Nef— gorgeous and beautiful with smeared makeup and rosy cheeks. “Obviously!” Nefer’s mouth curls into a pleased smile.
After a couple moments of silence, Nefer sighs and begins extricating herself, letting Jahoda’s cock slip out of her. Jahoda immediately misses her.
“Let’s get cleaned up.” Nefer gets off her lap, and stands up. Jahoda’s eyes travel from her breasts down to wet curls, then to the glistening on the inside of her thighs. “Then we’ll have to wash the couch.”
Jahoda knows very well that that means she’ll have to wash the couch. “Yes, Boss!” She salutes, for some reason, but Nef grins, so it’s worth the small twinge of embarrassment.
Nefer begins walking away, and Jahoda can't help but continue admiring her, the sway of her hips and the—
“Are you coming, Jahoda, dear?”
“Oh, yes!” Jahoda gets up to hurry after. Nefer waits for her.