|Dirty Little Secrets
Author: Prudence Chastity PM
Sometimes, Fang black outs and wakes up naked in strange places, like Snow and Serah's kitchen or under Lebreau's bed. She doesn't know why, but Lightning does. So does Vanille. And Serah. And Lebreau. And Jihl. Futa!Fang. Non-Exclusive FLight! Crack.Rated: Fiction M - English - Humor/Drama - Fang & Lightning - Chapters: 4 - Words: 29,136 - Reviews: 56 - Favs: 69 - Follows: 64 - Updated: 04-15-11 - Published: 03-10-11 - id: 6813715
|A+ A- Full 3/4 1/2 Expand Tighten|
Fang woke up to the sound of footsteps. It sounded like someone big and heavy and really, really noisy was plodding down the stairs. Her face was pressed into something smooth and cold that felt nothing like the soft, comfortable bed she shared with Light. She groaned and opened her eyes, blinking at the fuzzy image of a kitchen floor she didn't recognize.
Fuck. How did she get here? Where was 'here'?
She blinked again, realizing that the patterns and colors on the tiles looked a little familiar. Yellow. Bright, blinding yellow. Shit, it was like staring into the sun. She vaguely remembered saying the exact same thing before, when she went to the hardware store with Serah. She also remembered saying something along the lines of, "Shouldn't you be doing this with your husband?"
Serah had giggled, fluttered those lashes at her and kissed her. "I could be doing this with him too."
That minx. She was almost as bad as her sister. Almost. Light was just naughty, and sexy, and knew just how to- Mmm, Claire. The floor would be much more comfortable if Light was beside her. Better yet, under her, squirming, writhing, purring her name.
Damn it. Not the time to be thinking about Lightning, or Serah, or Lightning and Serah.
Then again, it wasn't that completely inappropriate if she was in Serah's kitchen.
Right. Focus. Fang thought of yesterday, tried to remember the last thing she did. Lightning was working overtime again. Fang was waiting for her to come home, just like the lovesick puppy she was.
TV. The last thing she did was watch television. That didn't make sense. Serah's kitchen floor didn't have a television.
She should really get up and get on the couch or something. Not like she was drunk. Her head was clear, no headache or hangover, and her limbs didn't feel like jelly. In fact, she felt pretty good. Hell, she felt great! Like she could bounce off the walls, bounce through the walls and run from Gran Pulse to Cocoon without breaking a sweat.
Not that she'd sweat in this cold. Every part of her body felt really cold, especially her ass, almost like her pants were pulled down. She reached back to yank her pants back up, just in case.
Except she wasn't wearing pants, or anything else, for that matter.
Oh bloody hell. Not again.
If the deep voice didn't tell her it was Snow, then Fang would have known it was him because of the hairy legs and the big feet. She sighed and muttered, "Hey, Snow," back, then mumbled, "Thanks," when he placed a change of clothes on the floor.
"No prob," he said, walking over to the fridge. "Breakfast?"
Fang's stomach growled. "Yeah," she grunted. "Please." She was always, always hungry when this happened. Snow knew that too. He was just being polite, like the other times. Why was he polite? To make up for how loud his feet and his mouth were?
No, she told herself. Be nice. Don't growl at Snow. Snow is cooking food.
She slipped into the shirt and pants he had given her. Perfect fit, not that she was expecting anything else since these clothes belonged to her. She finally got off the floor and sat by the dining table. She stared at the back of Snow's head, waiting for him to turn around and say something. Anything!
"You broke five dishes, two cups and you ripped the counter in half."
Just not that.
Fang glanced at the direction Snow was pointing at and winced at the pitiful state of the counter. She also always, always broke things when this happened. "Sorry," she sighed, lowering her eyes to the table. "I'll pay for it."
Snow nodded. "I know." He started whistling a happy tune. "Oh yeah, I called sis, told her you were here. She wants you back home before noon."
Fang had to smile at that. "Okay," she said, her voice softening at the thought of Light. She was so lucky to have an understanding girlfriend. Most girls would have broken up with her for waking up naked in their married sister's kitchen and then having breakfast with aforementioned sister and her husband afterwards. Wait, that last part sounded dirty. Dirty with Snow. Which she did not do. She did not do dirty with Snow. He was a nice guy but he was like a brother to her, and not in the way that Lightning saw Serah.
Right, what was she thinking? Girls and Lightning, and Serah. Most girls didn't frequently have threesomes with their girlfriend and their younger sister. She was very lucky indeed that her girlfriend wasn't like most girls.
Fang didn't know how or why she ended up in Snow and Serah's kitchen, just like she didn't know how it happened all those other times. Ever since she got out of her second crystal stasis, she had been experiencing strange, random blackouts. She would wind up in weird places, but what was even weirder was how everyone else, including Lightning, acted like it was completely normal.
They would just give her clothes - why the fuck was she always naked? - feed her - like she was a lost puppy, only Light should be treating her like that - and send away per her girlfriend's instructions.
"G'morning, babe. How are you feelin'?"
Fang looked up and saw Serah enter the kitchen.
"Good morning, sweetie," Serah greeted back, her voice small and cracked, like she had a sore throat. "I'm...feeling a little better." She started walking to the table, very, very slowly.
Fang quickly got up to help the girl, holding her gently.
Serah blushed at the contact. "H-hi, Fang," she stuttered.
Fang smiled. It was so cute how Serah acted so shy every now and then, even after all the sex they've had. "Hey," she said softly, leaning in and kissing the girl's cheek. She led Serah to a chair and frowned at how gingerly the girl sat down. "You're hurt," she said, miffed that Serah was trying to hide it. "What happened?"
"Ummmm, I was...it was..." Serah's blush deepened and she probably would have fidgeted in her seat if she wasn't in pain. "I-I...really can-"
"Serah and I are trying new things in bed," Snow cut Serah off, placing two full plates on the table. He winked at her. "Guess I got a little carried away with the spanking last night. Sorry, babe. You were pretty into it though."
Fang wasn't really convinced, not with Snow winking like that - he was still winking! He'd wink with one eye, then other. He looked like he was about to have a stroke - but it was hard to be suspicious or annoyed or any kind of bad emotion when her stomach was empty and there was food right under her nose. When Serah squeaked and started stuttering like a virgin, Fang shrugged it off and happily started to eat.
The next time Fang came to from a blackout, she woke up because of a horrible smell that she hoped wasn't coming from her person. Then there was a loud, 'Kweh!' then another, then two more, then four more, then even more than that until her ears were ringing and burning and probably bleeding from all the, 'Kweh, kweh, KWEEEEH!
She opened her eyes and was grateful when the noise stopped. About a dozen chocobos were circled around her, peering down at her like she was a giant piece of carrot. Her head spun. Too much yellow in the morning. Again. Why'd the damn birds have to be so yellow? She was really beginning to hate that color.
"Kweh, kweh, kweh-kweh?"
Fang scowled. What the bloody hell? Were they having a conversation? About her? And why did she feel so offended? Ugh, she should really stop putting off those chocobo lingo lessons from Sazh or Vanille. Damn, these things smelled really bad.
Fang twitched. Fried chocobo sounds really good right now. Fried chocobo with a side of scrambled chocobo eggs.
Oh it's on.
"RAAAH!" Fang roared, sitting up and swinging her arms wildly.
The chocobos squawked and ran off like they had just seen a giant turtle, leaving behind a shower of feathers that were enough to stuff a pillow.
Huh, that worked better than she thought. Fang sat there for a while, wondering if she really was that scary or if she had something on her face. She discreetly touched her face and checked for anything suspicious. When she found nothing unusual, she snorted. Yeah, she knew it all along. It was her predatory vibes and hunter skills that scared those overgrown chickens away.
She took a deep, greedy breath, thankful for fresh, clean air at last. She brushed the chocobo feathers off her body and looked around. There was nothing but clouds and grass for miles and miles.
Great. Just great. She was in the middle of the Archylte Steppe with no clothes and no ride. That meant walking back home bare-assed. If she was lucky, a GC patrol would find her and arrest her for... what did Lightning call it? Indecent erection? No, that wasn't it. Indecent ex... plosion? Ugh, no. Why did Cocoon people complicate things with fancy words? Indecent... exposure! Yeah, she could get arrested for indecent exposure and get a free ride back to Oerba.
Fat chance. No patrols ventured this far, and the only thing she could victimized with her nudity was the wildlife. And the animals weren't complaining. The chocobos didn't count.
Should get home, Fang thought, don't want Light to worry. She grimaced at the icky feeling of dried mud on her body. Maybe the chocobos were right. Maybe she did look like shit. At least she didn't feel like it. She felt well-rested and had all this energy. She was hungry though. But she could still sprint, flip or hop on foot to Oerba if she had to.
She stood up and looked down, noticing the single tire tracks on the soil. Velocycle. Where was it? And what was she on when she rode it?
There were a lot of tire tracks, jagged, overlapping, going in circles...there were even pretty deep depressions on some parts of the ground, like she just slammed and pounded the bike on those spots over and over until... something happened. Not that she knew what. She always ended up finding tire tracks whenever she woke up in the middle of nowhere. Strange thing was, no one ever seemed to be missing a bike.
Should she bother looking for the velocycle? No, it was probably flat under a turtle's foot by now.
Ick, she had mud in her hair. And behind her ears. And... okay, she really, really needed a bath. She hurried home. She also needed food. And Lightning. Fang really, really needed Lightning.
"Been rolling in the mud, Fang?"
"I did it again, Light!" Fang grumbled, trekking dirt through their kitchen and up the carpeted stairs as she made her way to the bathroom. Lightning sighed deeply at the mess her naked girlfriend was making before she heard the thundering roar of the tub spigot being pulled. Lightning put down the orange she'd been about to cut and lay down the knife on the counter to follow Fang up the stairs.
When she got into the bathroom, Fang was already sitting in the tub, re-wetted mud dripping from the bottomside of her legs and muddying the water, which was still draining for the moment. Fang glared at the mud petulantly. Wordlessly, Lightning stripped herself, drawing Fang's eyes over her direction, where she took in her girlfriend's naked body hungrily with her eyes, always anxious to drink in the sight of Lightning.
"Turn on the overhead." Lightning instructed, grabbing a cloth from the nearby counter. Fang complied and scooted forward as the gentle, warm rush of water descended from the spigot above and sprinkled down on top of her. Lightning moved in behind Fang, who lifted her legs accordingly so Lightning could slide hers forward underneath, trapping Fang between them as Fang locked her legs into place too, gently resting her own legs partially on top of Lightning's.
Using the gentle stream of warm water that cascaded down on her from above, Lightning wet the cloth and gently rubbed at the mud splattered all up Fang's back. "What happened?" Lightning asked, voice as gentle as her strokes as she cleaned Fang's back and brushed aside the wet tendrils of hair that were tumbling from mud-encrusted hair.
"The same thing that alwayshappens." Fang grunted unhappily. "Last thing I remember, I was in the garage with Snow. He was showing me something on his bike," Lightning resisted a little smile at that. Explains all the mud, at least. "Next thing, I'm in the middle of the Steppe with high-on-crack velocycle tracks everywhere around me, no bike in sight. Again. Lightning..."
Lightning glanced over her shoulder and grabbed the Garnier Fructis shampoo from behind her before globbing a good amount into Fang's mud-dripping hair. "Hmm?"
"It's happening so much more frequently now." Fang sighed as Lightning massaged her scalp, running the shampoo through her hair. "You've noticed that too, haven't you?"
Lightning spread the scrubs through Fang's hair, coating and layering it thoroughly. "I've noticed." Lightning confirmed, moving her sudsy hands down to Fang's shoulders and arms to help remove excess mud.
"It's getting worse." Fang breathed deeply. "Do you think it means- "
"No," Lightning frowned, cutting off the thought before it could be spoken. "I told you, Fang, it's nothing serious like that. Your blackouts aren't 'medical' or a 'problem.' They're just something we deal with." Fang didn't seem calmed. Lightning laced her arms around Fang's middle and pulled her back against her, leaning back against the slant side of the tub herself as she tugged Fang up against her tightly. "You're fine, Fang." Lightning kissed the backside of Fang's jaw and squeezed her tightly for assurance.
"But how do you know..."
"I just do." Lightning told her resolutely. "I watch you sometimes, after you blackout. You don't exhibit strange behavior or anything, Fang. Trust me, you're okay."
"Yet I still wake up in the weirdest places- and I'm naked." Fang paused, eyebrows furrowing together. "Why am I always naked?"
"Aversion to clothing?" Lightning smiled thinly. "Maybe you rip it off."
"I did find the ripped patches of a sari nearby once." Fang tried to think. "That time in the Ark. Do you remember that?"
Lightning's smile was faint in recollection. "Yeah, I remember."
"You have no idea what happened to me then? You were with me, I remember. By the look of my sari, I'd been mauled by a pack of Gorgonopsids."
"I dunno." Lightning rubbed her sudsy hands up Fang's front, amused when Fang shivered when she scraped her hands over her chest. Lightning grinned and hoisted Fang back further into her lap. Fang groaned and leaned her wet mop of hair back against Lightning's shoulder as Lightning massaged her breasts with both hands from behind her. Resting contentedly, Fang closed her eyes, moaning in the back of her throat as Lightning purred into her ear and toyed between rubbing, tweaking, pinching, rolling, and stroking her breasts accordingly. Fang was starting to feel hot.
Lifting her chin, Fang nuzzled her face into Lightning's neck and bit the supple flesh there gently. "Claaire." Lightning's own libido spiked. Fang moaning her name always had that effect on her.
"Shh, Fang, I've got you." Lightning hushed, pulling Fang against her fully so her hand could drop between her legs. Lightning took a moment to comb her fingers through Fang's lower curls as she gingerly nipped at her neck.
Lightning's smooth fingers tickled over her down below, where Fang was already moist and warm. Fang mumbled to Lightning appreciatively. "I love you, Claire."
"Love you too," Lightning assured her, dipping in. "Always."
It was slow and sensual, not like their usual lovemaking, but not without passion, either, and it was just what Fang needed. Fang gently rocked with her, lulled into her bliss as Lightning pleasantly manipulated her body. Her pulse sped near the end and Fang's grip momentarily stiffened on Lightning's legs, but Lightning held her, as promised, and let Fang settle back gently. A few minutes later, Lightning could tell her warrior had fallen asleep by the gentle, rhythmic hum of her body and her slow, steady breath. Lightning hugged Fang against her lovingly and kissed the top of her head. "G'night, beautiful."
"Fang? You awake?"
Fang grunted. "No." She reached for the source of the voice, which came packaged in a nice, warm body for her to grab and cuddle with. She made a satisfied sound when she heard a squeak and felt that nice, warm body stumble right into her arms.
"Fang! You ARE awake!"
If her eyes were open she would have rolled them. Still, something wasn't right. Or someone rather. The high voice, the small body, the tendency to state the obvious and, most of all, the smaller breasts could only mean one thing. This was not Lightning she was snuggling up to.
She shifted around a bit. She was in a bed, but it wasn't her and Lightning's bed. Wasn't she supposed to be enjoying a hot bath with Lightning? No, that was three days ago. She moved around again and came to the depressing conclusion that, once again, she was naked. Once again, she had a blackout. Even worse, this person who was not Light was fully clothed. How unfair.
"Fang, come on, get up. It's way past dinner time and you haven't eaten! You know Lightning hates it when we send you home hungry!"
Vanille. Fang finally recognized the voice and the breasts pushed up against her. She opened her eyes and found Vanille giving her one of the most adorable, most irresistible pouts she ever had the misfortune of receiving. "Agh, alright, alright, I'm up!" she grumbled, reluctantly untangling her arms around Vanille and sitting up slowly.
"Yay!" Vanille hopped off the bed and grabbed her arm.
Fang didn't let Vanille pull her up right away. Vanille had said we, then Lightning, which meant Lightning wasn't part of the 'we', further proving that she did have another blackout and this wasn't one of the regular romps she and Lightning had with Vanille and sometimes Serah, if Snow wasn't around. At least I woke up in a bed, she thought, counting the blessings that were few and far in between when it came to her condition.
"What's for dinner?" Fang asked, her stomach already growling. She could eat a whole behemoth right now. She got up and Vanille walked ahead of her. She let her eyes travel down Vanille's body and licked her lips. She also wouldn't mind a quickie for an appetizer. And for dessert. Or she could take Vanille home to Lightning. Decisions, decisions...
"I don't know," Vanille replied. "I've been up here all night, waiting for you to wake up. Your guess is as good as mine! I'm sure it'll be yummy, though!"
Fang frowned. She didn't like the sound of that. She tried to grab Vanille's arm, but the girl was too far away already. She gave chase, if by chase one meant taking about ten steps. "Wait, you mean you didn't coo- GAK!" she choked mid-step when she felt a harsh, painful tug around her neck.
Fang coughed and touched her tender throat. Vanille ran to her side, hands going to her neck. Fang lowered her hands and was surprised at the feel of something thick and leathery wrapped around her neck. "What the fuck?" she growled, tugging at the offending object.
"I'm sorry, Fang!" Vanille cried, quickly fiddling with something. "I forgot to take off your collar, I'm so sorry!"
"COLLAR?" Fang yelled hysterically. "You put a- did you say my collar? Why do I have a collar?"
"Calm down, Fang, it's okay, it's okay," Vanille cooed at her, making her feel like a disgruntled stray. "Here, I'll unleash you."
Fang gawked. "LEASH?" she choked again, hearing the jingle of chain links as Vanille worked to unclip the leash that was attached to the wall above the headboard. She scrambled away from the bed and looked at Vanille with wide, horror-stricken eyes. "What the fuck, Van? What did I do? What did YOU do?"
Vanille carefully approached Fang, holding her hands up in peace. "Fang, listen to me, it's not what it looks like..." She cupped Fang's face in her hands and kissed her, trying to soothe her. "Shhhh, okay? Don't be scared."
"I'm not scared!" Fang whined, even though she was gratefully returning the kisses and starting to get distracted easily. "I just," she mumbled, feeling Vanille press up against her naked body and getting turned on. "Stop it," she barked. "Don't sex your way out of this, tell me why you had me chained up like a damn dog!"
Vanille grinned sheepishly and looked ready to bolt, but before Fang could squeeze an answer out of her, a smooth, cool voice floated into the room. "Why, that's because you are, darling."
Jihl Nabaat sauntered into the bedroom, high heels clicking and blonde hair looking like it was flowing in the wind, which was impossible since the windows were shut. Fang didn't dare question it. Jihl had done more impossible things, like surviving that deathblow from Barthandelus, stowing away in the ship that took them to the Fifth Ark, helping them save the fight and, strangest thing of all, becoming Vanille's girlfriend.
Even though she and Vanille were living together now, Jihl had yet to completely earn their trust. Lightning, especially, wasn't fond of the woman and was absolutely sadistic when it came to exercising her superior rank over Jihl, who had joined the Guardian Corps after Orphan was defeated. Fang would try to not like Jihl as much as Lightning would have wanted her to, but it was hard to focus when those breasts were right in her face. She still couldn't believe they were real!
Fang noticed that Jihl was holding a tray of food, and that was because she was, yet again, automatically, blatantly, dumbly staring at the largest breasts she had ever seen. Jihl caught her staring, not that she was trying to hide it, and smiled sweetly at her.
"Would you like some dinner, Fang?"
No. Yes. Kind of. Just a little. Breasts. Big, juicy, magnificent breasts. Damn it. Why was it so difficult to pick a fight with those breasts? This was getting ridiculous, they were covered and squeezed into that tight GC uniform! It was frightening to imagine what she'd do when faced with naked breasts. Other than pawing at them and ravishing them of course.
What was she thinking about again?
Vanille was already bouncing her way over to Jihl before Fang realized she was gone. Fang had an urge to spank that perky ass and for some reason, it made her think of Serah. Knowing there was no way she was getting any answers now and there was no way she could say no to boobs that big anyway, Fang dragged her feet over to the bed to join the couple.
"Dinner in bed?" Vanille cooed at her girlfriend. "You're so thoughtful, Jihl!"
Fang sneered and tugged at the collar that was still around her neck. It was a loose fit. That was weird, but not weird enough to make her question it. Not like the lovebirds beside her would answer her anyway. She glared at the plate given to her. She hated Jihl's cooking. Not enough salt. Damn that Cocoon bitch. Maybe she should go home hungry and get them in trouble with Lightning. That'd teach them for chaining her up and taking advantage of her weakness for sex and breasts.
Fang opened her eyes and saw...absolutely nothing. She blinked a few times but still, all she saw was darkness.
Shit, it finally happened, didn't it? She had gone blind from too much sex. No, wait, that wasn't from too much sex. That was from too much mastur- master - fuck Cocoon people and their words! - touching yourself? Yeah, that was it, from too much touching yourself. Old people in Oerba went around and said stuff like that. They weren't supposed to be true, damn it. What was next? Going cripple? Growing hair in the palm of her naughty hand? But she used both hands. She was so screwed.
Hold it. Wait a minute. Pause.
Didn't this kind of thing only apply to guys? Didn't it? Her hands didn't feel hairy, so at least that was right. No, the whole thing was wrong, just stupid little myths adults used to scare kids. She knew that. Then, why was she still blind?
Fang cussed and squirmed, grunting in protest at the feel of the hard floor under her. There! She saw it! A little bit of light. She wasn't blind. She saw the light. Light! Where was Lightning? Fuck, where was she? And why was she on the flo-
Clang! Fang's forehead firmly smashed into a thick metal bar. "Fuck!" she growled, lying back on the floor and muttering more curses. Okay, sitting up was a bad idea. That was going to leave a mark. She was pretty sure she left a pretty nasty dent on that stupid metal bar too. At least she didn't go down without a fight.
Trying again, Fang tried drag herself out from under what appeared to be a large bed, but she found that she only got so far before she was painfully jerked back by the wrists. She hissed, cussing again and grabbed at whatever it was around her wrist. It was hard and cold and made the same sound as the chain leash Vanille - no, Jihl, it had to be Jihl - had used on her.
She had moved into the light enough that she could properly see the handcuffs on her wrists. Two different sets, each cuffed to one of the legs of the bed. Fang groaned. She knew exactly where she was now.
She easily slipped her hands off the cuffs. They were loose, as they always were, like the collar. She shuddered at the memory of having Jihl's pale, cold hands around her neck as the woman slowly removed the collar but she would rather have that again than be here. Out of all the places her she ended up in because of her blackouts, she dreaded this the most, even more than waking up in the middle of the woods.
Gotta get outta here fast, Fang thought, rubbing her sore wrists and rolling out from under the bed. What she saw never failed to weird her out, no matter how many times she had seen it. The room, at first glance, had furniture normally found in a bedroom. A bed, a very, very big and sturdy bed, a large, expensive-looking vanity mirror she wanted to break, and a dresser.
What wasn't normal was the smell of about five different kinds of perfume filling the air and invading Fang's sense of smell. She could smell beer and alcohol somewhere in the room too. And were those scented candles? Sex toys of all shapes and sizes were shamelessly put on display- Fang didn't even know where that one was supposed to go or how it would fit.
Half-empty tubes of lube and dirty magazines of all kinds - what was that chocobo doing to that girl- oh fuck that's sick! - they were all over the floor. The dresser's drawers were pulled out and draped over them was a maid outfit, a nurse outfit and...a GC uniform? With the name Farron on the tag? And was that a pink wig? What the bloody hell...Fang was distracted by paddles hanging from the ceiling. They were big enough to spank an ass as big and wide as Gadot's!
"Faaang, I know you're up."
Fang froze at the sound of Lebreau's chilling voice and stared at the open door. She could hear the sizzle from a frying pan and the clatter of plates. She got to her feet, placing her hand on the bed for support and looked down when she touched something. A saddle. There was a saddle on the bed. Why were there a saddle on the bed? Was that a riding crop? Yes, it was riding crop.
"Don't you worry, Mama Lebreau's coming to feed you soon."
Fang shuddered in fright. Why did Lebreau talk in third person? She was creepy enough already! Jihl may be the evil one, but Lebreau was by far the scarier between the two. And while Jihl may be the one with the baton and the heels and the boobs, Lebreau was definitely the kinkier one. Then again, Jihl did put that collar on her, and Vanille let her! That traitor, suckered by those giant breasts of Jihl's, no doubt.
"I'm bringing you lots of meat. You like it raw, don't you, Fang?"
Fang shuddered again. Her stomach growled and she glared at it. No, she told it, I don't care how hungry you are. We're not going to stick around and see what the crazy lady's gonna do! I don't care if her cooking's better than Jihl's! Or Vanille's! You don't know what's in it! Of the many times she questioned her blackouts, it was only when she woke up at Lebreau's did Fang consider if she had been drugged instead. She was starting to wonder if it was really true that Lebreau slipped something in her drink the night they first met.
Fang's stomach growled louder at the smell of meat. She was so hungry. She quickly snapped out of it and growled back at her traitorous stomach. The footsteps got closer. Fang made a mad dash for the window and jumped out of window. It was later she remembered that Lebreau lived a floor above her bar. It was even later, when she received a lot of cat calls and wolf whistles in the street, that she remembered and realized she was naked.
Lightning watched the gentle rise and fall of Fang's chest as her girlfriend peacefully slumbered beside her. Breath even and calm, eyes lightly shut, Fang looked settled in a way she rarely appeared when awake. Lightning loved watching her girlfriend sleep; it was something she was quite taken to see, seeing Fang so restful like this.
Lightning's fingers on Fang's collar rose a little to the thick red welt that marred her girlfriend's neck. It'd been there since earlier in the week and left a lasting mark across her dark skin. Lightning scowled. Jihl. She really was tired of the woman leaving her mark on Fang; that was her right and belonged to no one else. Lightning shared Fang fine enough with their pack, but only she was supposed to leave impressions. It's gorgon poop-duty for you for the next three days. Lightning glared at the welt; at least the bruises had faded, which meant it should disappear altogether soon. Still. I should get Fang together and have a few romps with her and Vanille- see how much Jihl likes finding the bruises that aren't hers.
Eyes lowering from the collar-wound, Lightning's gaze darted back down to Fang's wrists, where heavy, bruised circles rounded her wrists. And Lebreau. Lightning's scowl deepened. She was sure Lebreau had done more than just cuff Fang, the woman was so horny, but the cuffs had left the bruises and were Lightning's current target of anger. Going to have to do something to Lebreau, too. Only problem with that was what, since the crazy kinky woman seemed turned on by just about anything Lightning or any of them did to her. Lightning seethed, vowing to find something to get at the woman with.
Settling herself by looking back up at Fang's face, Lightning traced her thumb gently along the underside of Fang's chin, treasuring the sight of her unmarred, perfect face that Lightning had come to love. Locking that image in mind, Lightning's eyes drifted closed as she snuggled in closer to Fang's warmth and began to fall asleep.
Lightning was in the midst of dozing when a tickling shiver of a touch-of six touches- floated down her back and scraped gently down. Following the curve of her ass, Lightning shivered pleasurably at the touch before she felt one soft-tipped, ball-ended prong dart between her legs and trace over her sex at the expert, slow flick of a practiced tail.
Lightning's eyes shot open as her hand darted down. Fang was still before her, beautiful as ever. Lightning turned to grab a meatier part of Fang's tail above the prongs and guided it away from between her legs with a reprimanding squeeze. Lightning heard a soft groan. Turning her head back to Fang, Lightning found herself staring at the long-haired, beastlier half of Fang's person as Ragnorok.
Brightly glowing, luminescent eyes opened in turn to look at her and stared unblinkingly, drinking in Lightning's naked body so very close.
Lightning felt a hardening erection lifting against her legs. Glancing down, she found herself staring at Fang's intimidating size rising and stiffening.
One strong, long fingered hand gripped her lifted shoulder suddenly and Lightning suddenly found herself grateful that Jihl and Lebreau kept her nails filed to a respectable curve. At least the wenches are good for one thing. Still, Lightning bristled at the thought, knowing Jihl only did it so she could continue to dominate in the bedroom. Lightning didn't have much time to dwell, however, before that nosy tail was tracing the inner curve of her buttcheeks again. In addition to the hard erection practically throbbing against her leg, Fang's free hand had dropped and was now fingering her folds greedily.
Lightning stiffened and looked up to Fang sharply, giving Fang a look that she either didn't understand or chose to ignore. Nudging a long, sky-dark purple finger between her heat, where Lightning was already alarmingly getting wet, Fang made to wriggle one of those long, strong digits inside of her.
"Fang, no!" Lightning gasped as Fang slipped in and abruptly slapped her. Fang's finger, pushing into her, stopped at the hit as those glowing eyes lifted from staring down at her body to look at Lightning instead, eyes questioning. "No sex." Lightning reiterated, reaching down to grab Fang's wrist. She winced as she pulled Fang's fingers from her, almost bucking instinctively in the process to jerk her back in again. "Not tonight."
Fang's face fell as Lightning continued to shake her head 'no.' Whimpering now once again, Fang reached out and grabbed Lightning's hand, where she gently guided it over to her shaft and squeezed Lightning's fingers around her so she could feel how hard she was already. Fang released a beastly moan at the touch she had guided and closed her eyes at the beautiful feel of Lightning's hands on her arousal. When she opened her eyes again, she looked at Lightning pleadingly and whimpered.
Lightning closed her eyes in frustration, hand still covering Fang's arousal, feeling her body get hotter herself from merely gripping Fang in her hand. "Fang, I'm so tired..."
Fang mewled and dropped her chin to her orange chest, fiery hair swaying with the movement as a couple thicker bushels tumbled down her night-blue, mixed purple shoulders. Lightning's guilt spiked. Fang was always able to convince her into this, no matter what she did, even when she wasn't entirely human, that puppy-pouting always got to Lightning. Sighing, Lightning relented. "Okay, fine." Fang looked up hopefully, eyes gleaming. The three orange slash-spikes across
her face only seemed to emphasize the hopefulness in her eyes. "We can go," Lightning allowed. "once!" she added quickly. "Just so you can take care of this bulging mm-"
Fang kissed her gratefully, rough and anxious as she always was in this stage. Fang was hungry enough for multiple partners to sate in her human form, but as Ragnorok, primal and a force to be reckoned with, there was practically no end to her lust or desires. Fang pushed down hard on Lightning's raised shoulder, pinning her to the mattress as that long, lizardy tongue came out to play and licked Lightning's before a tongue-war ensued and both combatants curled their tongues around each others, fighting for dominance.
With her extended muscle that'd grown quite a bit as Ragnorok, Fang dominated Lightning's mouth and it wasn't long before the slick appendage slipped in Lightning's mouth and left her groaning. Lightning closed her lips around Fang's tongue and suckled, savoring the taste of Fang before the woman was ravishing her with kisses once more, giving Lightning's lips riveting attention as she bit gently and tongued Lightning's tender lips between her teeth. Lightning moaned and squeezed Fang, who was still caught between her fingers.
Lifting her head away, Fang groaned and Lightning watched the long tendrils that made up her elongated hair shake above her. Fang had slipped out of her grip in the sudden upwards howl, but Lightning soon found that her girlfriend had other plans anyway. Looking back down at Lightning below her, Fang's gleaming eyes traced her body before she dropped upon her again. Lightning gasped as she felt that hot tongue return to her body, to her breasts, where Fang took her into her mouth and flicked that wet tongue over her sensitive breast bud. Lightning arched, nipple hardening as Fang's mouth closed against her breast- taking as much of Lightning into her mouth as possible.
Eyes shut, Lightning bucked as Fang suckled her and lifted her free hand to grind Lightning's other breast. Lightning's tongue forgot words as her right hand traced up the side of Fang's cheek; reaching her hairline, her fingers curled into Fang's surprisingly soft locks and twisted, tightening and entangling between those unique tresses. Lightning's breath escaped her again as Fang bit and sucked, seeming to pour liquid heat through her that scoured Lightning's body. Giving her last suckle, Fang's lips curled into as she gazed up at Lightning and Lightning had to brace herself all over again as she moved to her other breast.
Body sensitive, and soaring, Lightning could feel the heat pooling between her legs, so hot she was molten and sure she would melt. Whimpering softly, Fang turned her cry into another groan, making Lightning wonder how it was possible to feel this good. And there it was again, that devious tail nosing down between her legs. Fang lightly teased her sex with the extra appendage, stroking across her and smearing her lust while that mouth, still on her chest, was sucking her for all she was worth. Lightning shoulders were practically perpendicular to the bed, Fang had her so bad. "Shit." Lightning moaned, knuckles white in Fang's hair. "Shit, Fang." And then she was gasping again, struggling to find air.
One of the prongs on Fang's tail nuzzled her folds and Lightning almost screamed. Grip iron-solid, locked in her tresses, Lightning barely recovered the ability to breathe as Fang's hungry licks found the crevasse between her breasts and readily started wetting the new area down her chest. Every flick of Fang's tongue on her body made Lightning burn with pleasure; every touch like ecstasy. Lightning's brain had fried, she was sure, for the rising temperature of her body had seemed to curb every nerve but her pleasure center. When Fang reached her belly, she lingered at her ring, tonguing playfully as Lightning moaned. And still, Fang dropped further.
A long, thick, deliciously wet tongue ran over Lightning's dribbling juices and made her shake. Lightning cried out loudly as that slippery, lengthy muscle darted into her heat, impossibly making her wetter. Lightning bucked and thrashed, hand still tightly twisted in Fang's hair as Fang lapped inside her. Lightning screamed again as Fang darted out and back in, teasing her rushing heat with delightful flicks with a strong, slick muscle that never was meant to delve so deeply- but Fang was that unique, the exception to all humanly possible because she was just so perfect and amazing-
"Fuck!" Lightning moaned, hips thrusting against Fang's face as that slithery tongue slashed inside. "Fuuuck! Fang! Fang, you're- I'm- " so fucking incredible! The words were stolen from her lips as Lightning's heat rushed to cover Fang's tongue and lips, seeping inside her mouth as Lightning bucked hard and came with a slew of silent cursing and pleasure that her screaming throat wouldn't permit her to say. Fang's strong hands cupped around her ass and squeezed, jerking Lightning even further as she writhed from Fang's perfection.
Lightning didn't even allow herself time to settle down before her hand was on Fang's tight bicep and yanking her back up. Lightning mashed their mouths together in a hungry kiss, still shaking as she breathlessly showed her passion to those delicious dark blue lips. Between kisses, in the space she used to breath, Lightning heaved. "I- " Lightning gasped air greedily as Fang's mouth pressed to hers again. "Fucking love you." Lightning's mouth was smothered again as a low growl filled the air around them.
Reaching down, Lightning wasted no time in palming Fang's great length and gripping her tight, which earned her a lovely groan, before sliding her fingers up and down her shaft aggressively. Fang practically turned to steel at her slightest touch and Lightning smiled into her lips before sliding her body down under Fang's to match Fang's arousal to her own. Fang rumbled deep in her chest, which was conveniently right in front of Lightning's face now. Grinning, Lightning attacked that chest, giving Fang everything she deserved and more.
Fang rumbled and, unable to contain herself, dipped down inside Lightning, who quaked and gasped at her entry, groaning as Fang stretched her. When she felt Fang's hardness press gently against her inner walls, Lightning thrusted encouragingly to show Fang it was go-time. Fang bucked, picking up a heavy pace.
Lightning moaned, knowing no pleasure so delicious as when Fang was on her body. She felt her walls, so tight around Fang that they barely had room to clamp down, Fang was so massive. Squeezing against her, Lightning jerked, again and again as this amazing amazon stole her breath away, making her clench again and again so much, so fast, so fucking good! Lightning screamed again, shaking the bed as her second orgasm that night took her. Fang's came right after her and heightened Lightning's orgasm even further, shooting her lust through Lightning's core, soaking and filling her as the rest spilled out, too much for Lightning's body to absorb at once.
Lightning collapsed back to the mattress, breathing raggedly before Fang, too, descended on top of her and smothered her face in boobs. "Hey!" Lightning's protest was muffled. Fang lifted herself gently and tugged Lightning up on the bed before curling back on top of Lightning, where the girl could now breathe over her shoulder. Lightning squeezed Fang, nestling her arms up under her headdress of fiery extensions. She felt Fang's lips on her neck, kissing her collar affectionately before she started to bite and gnaw at Lightning's tender skin.
Lightning stroked up and down her back as Fang chewed. "You give the best head, you know." Lightning told her. Fang flicked that slippery tongue across her bruised skin briefly in reply before returning to her gnawing. Lightning gave her a little smile and kissed Fang's cheek. "And the longest fingers I've ever seen." Lightning continued, hearing Fang purr above her. "And the most talented tail." Said appendage reached up and stroked a bulbous prong against her cheek. Lightning grinned as she glanced down at their pressed-together bodies. "And the hardest dick known to mankind." Fang's chest vibrated against Lightning's with a growing rumble. "Must be 'cuz you're a woman." Lightning told her resolutely. "No man gets hard like that."
Fang looked up from where she'd been developing Lightning's bruise to stare at Lightning hungrily, eyes gleaming. She lifted herself from her girlfriend slightly. Lightning smiled as Fang twitched above her. Looking down at the space between them, Lightning's eyes sparkled as she met Fang's eyes again. "You ready to go again, then?"