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“Ah! Bronya!” Seele moaned silently to herself, her voice barely louder than the thundering of water falling over her slim figure in the shower- one hand braced against the wall and the other pumping her cock at a bruising speed- desperate for relief. “S… Seele! Seele! Bronya- fuck.” Calling out for Veliona only tightened her core more, naughty and almost forbidden, like a thrilling secret that only added more fuel to her arousal. “Seele… Bronya… my loves…” Seele lets an infinite amount of scenes replay in her mind- flashes of filthy fun that turns her on- making her dick throb and pulse. She thinks about Veliona begging and pleading while submitting to her, Bronya on her knees slobbering on her cock, how it feels inside Veliona’s tight and hot pussy, how Bronya’s cunt weeps for her, how Veliona moans like a whining puppy, how Bronya moans- Veliona’s seething kisses and Bronya’s passionate embrace- their beautiful breasts that Seele might gaze at for longer than deemed socially appropriate. “I’m so lucky, I’m so lucky- ah- need both of you. Love you. Bronya… Seele…!” She could hear her beloveds in her head- their voices praising her, begging for her, wanting her, crying for more, more, more. “Hm! S-shit!” Release finally crashes over Seele- her body twitching and thrusting into her hand while her dick spurts into the air- washed away by the shower’s unrelenting rain. Her legs shook and weakened, her knees bucking together in an attempt to stay standing, one of her hands frantically pawing at the knob to turn off the water. After another moment of regaining her thoughts- Seele waddles out of the shower- taking time to dry off and throw on a night gown, drying her hair, and retiring to bed.
Bronya had texted that she was going to sleep at the office and Veliona still had another day deployed on a mission, so Seele had no choice but to slip into the sheets alone- accompanied only by body pillows with prints of her wives in suggestive positions. It sucks. It’s lonely and cold. Seele has gotten so used to always having someone with her that it feels dangerous and unnatural to be left alone. She’s not upset about Veliona having her own body- her own life- her own will and thoughts… but she misses the days that all she had to do was escape into her mindspace and there Veliona is- waiting patiently- perking up and beaming like a puppy at the sight of Seele. They would talk an entire night away or accompany each other quietly- when they got older sometimes it could get heated- they lost their virginities twice (once to each other and again, physically, to Bronya) and even when Veliona was resting Seele knew she would be there. But now she isn’t. It’s so lonely.
Seele huffs quietly as she looks at the body pillow with Veliona’s print on it- tastefully suggestive while not being fully naughty- comfortable to cuddle and to feed the imagination- raising a hand to boop the nose.
“Come home safe.” Seele whispers before nuzzling into the pillow where the breasts were printed. “I miss you.” Her back feels too cold, so Seele grabs the body pillow that has Bronya printed on it, smiling softly at the gorgeous face custom printed onto the fabric. “Working too hard again, I’ll have to reward you when you finally come home.” Seele promises with affection in her whisper, pressing the pillow behind her so she’s comfortably sandwiched between the two. Just like how her wives would sleep surrounding her- loving and protective- willing to give everything to Seele and each other. With a yawn, Seele settled into a comfortable position to lull to sleep, hoping tomorrow is the day they both return.
The ringing of her phone wakes Seele up before her alarm has a chance to go off. Groggily, Seele blindly reaches for it- pawing past body pillows, blankets, and her own wild hair- to grab her phone and blearily peer at the screen. The moment she sees it’s from Bronya, she perks up, clicking the pick-up button immediately.
“Bronya jiejie!” Seele chirps as she presses the phone to her ear, grinning as she hears a soft chuckle come through the device.
“Hey, Seele.” Bronya says with so much love in her voice that Seele forgets how to breathe. “It must have been tough for you yesterday, I finished my work overnight and am packing up right now so I’ll be home soon. You’ll have me all day.” Seele could practically hear the happy grin across Bronya’s face at the news. “I’m sorry, thank you so much for being so patient. I love you so much, Seele.”
“I love you too, Bronya.” Seele replies without hesitation, heart full and the time spent waiting feeling distant and insignificant now. “I missed you so much, but please drive safe, okay? I can wait longer for you to come home if it means you come home in one piece.”
“Ha, I understand.” Bronya promises, the sounds of a zipper sounding through- most likely from a bag of some sort- with a noise of effort as Bronya pulls it up. “I’m leaving now, see you soon.”
“See you soon!” As much as Seele wanted to stay on call with Bronya, she knew it would be best to let Bronya drive off the phone, just in case any cops were on the road. When the phone goes quiet, Seele gets out of bed with renewed energy. Damn. She should have asked Bronya if she ate breakfast… nevermind, she should prepare a meal regardless. Bronya can only make basic soups or microwave meals, and Seele worries about her wife’s health with the amount of fast food she orders, so it’ll be best to cook. Donning an apron and pulling out ingredients- Seele was cutting vegetables on the board when the door clicked and Bronya came in- dropping her workbag on the floor by the front door so she could greet Seele with both arms ready for an embrace from behind. Seele puts down the knife, cooing gently as she twists her head and accepts a kiss on the lips from her beloved, swallowing Bronya’s hum of relief. Their lips dance with each other with familiarity, taking the time to remember what it was like to waltz together, but then Bronya pushes a little more and deepens it- heating it up- making Seele moan and melt into her beloved’s arms, pliable and submissive.
“Seele…” Bronya pulls away breathlessly, licking her lips as if she was trying to taste the lingering traces of Seele left on them. Her hands snake beneath the apron, pawing at the thin fabric of the nightgown, feeling the shape of Seele’s body beneath. “I’m so hungry.”
“I’m cooking right now.” Seele replies dumbly, knowing full well that’s not what Bronya means.
“You know that’s not what I mean.” Bronya playfully smirks, pulling Seele away from the cutting board and spinning her around. Seele gasps as she is pressed against the island in the center of the kitchen, bracing her palms against the smooth surface as Bronya traps her there, tent already forming between her thighs. “I missed you so much. Will you please forgive me? I worked so hard so I could stay home today, stay with you…” Bronya leans forward but stops halfway, giving Seele the choice to accept or reject her. “Take you… if you’ll allow me.” Seele giggles before closing the space, only offering a slight peck that was much, much too short for Bronya’s liking- resulting in her pouting and Seele giggling before booping her nose.
“You’re adorable, my darling.” Seele purrs, hands tugging back Bronya’s jacket and pulling it off her shoulders. Bronya briefly lets go of her wife to allow the fabric to fall off- tossed to a nearby chair- forgotten for later. “I know you were working very hard for us. Let me guess, you’d like a reward?” Seele hums as she begins undoing the buckles of Bronya’s belt, slowly and teasingly, not breaking eye contact with her beloved.
“Yes.” Bronya grins, arching her pelvis forward so Seele’s dick presses against her front, a wet spot already staining on the fabric where the tip of the tent forms. “I’ve been thinking about it.”
“Oh?” Seele’s hands unbuckle Bronya’s belt, letting the skirt fall to the ground, adjusting her grip to go around Bronya’s neck. “Thinking about a reward?”
“Of course.” Bronya hums, one hand tugging at the bow that Seele tied to keep her apron on. “I wonder what you’ll reward me with… soft and sweet? Rough and raw? Will you bend me over the counter, let me top, or something else?” Seele doesn’t miss the way Bronya’s thighs rub together briefly. “Or will you have me on my knees apologizing for being a bad girl?”
“All of those sound appealing.” Seele admits with a shiver up her spine at the confirmation of such dirty thoughts racing through Bronya’s mind. “I was thinking about you while touching myself last night.” Bronya’s cheeks flush darker at the admission, her eyes deep and lovestruck. Seele imagines that her own expression is similar. “And Seele too, of course.”
“Do you think we should record ourselves for her?” Bronya teases with a quirk of a brow, looking genuinely interested in the idea. It isn’t the first time they’ve done something like this- there have been countless times where they would send the occasional spicy video to each other during the Honkai war- but it’s become less and less frequent after their marriage. The prospect of doing it again gave both of them a shock of pleasure. Seele couldn’t help but grin as she hummed, her erection excited at the prospect- knowing full well that her beloved pro-hacker Bronya knew ways to send such a large video file without problem- and the idea of poor Veliona on the return trip being forced to behave while such a naughty video is promised to her… Maybe she’ll be all worked up from touching herself to the video, or she’s resisting with all her willpower, repeating the video over and over while mumbling and grumbling. Seele can imagine Veliona coming home- red faced and horny- not even muttering a proper greeting before she’s pouncing on them and begging to be used. Fuck. Seele wants that so badly.
“If we’re going to record for her, she likes it when we’re a little rough with each other.” Seele giggles, already imagining pinning her beloved wife down to the bed in a cruel mating press. Bronya’s grin widens as she grabs Seele’s wrist and they both race off to the bedroom, casting off clothes the moment they pass the doorframe, ravenous and insatiable. While Bronya fiddled with her phone so that it propped up on a stand while still plugged in, Seele rearranged the bed- throwing an extra towel over the sheets- just in case.
“Would my love be okay with some roleplaying today?” Bronya asks as she’s swiping the phone to the camera, setting it to record without hitting the button yet. Seele hums in question as she’s patting down the towel, urging Bronya to elaborate. There were many different ways this could go- endless possibilities- tropes that they like to act out from the various fanfiction they’d sometimes dabble in. Last time they roleplayed was with Veliona- where she was a starving succubus arising from hell to feed on human seed- with Seele playing the (not so poor) victim and Bronya as a newer succubus accompanying Veliona to “learn the ropes”. It was hot. It was dirty. It was insane. It was so fucking good. Seele was walking funny for a couple of days afterwards and did not regret a single thing.
“I was thinking…” Bronya muses, pressing the play button on her phone to start the recording before crawling onto the bed to join Seele. “How about we roleplay that trope Seele really likes for her?” Bronya grins, using two fingers to ‘walk’ up Seele’s sternum, catching the shaky breath that Seele exhales while her dick twitches. “What was it called again?” Bronya’s voice dips dangerously low, a little raspy around the edges. Seele grins as she knows exactly where this is going, finishing the sentence for Bronya.
“Omegaverse.”
“Right.” Bronya presses a teasing kiss to Seele’s jawline, letting her lips linger on the bone with a smirk. “What do you think?” Her eyes flicker to the phone briefly, making sure that it was recording. It is.
“So,” Seele’s hand goes to Bronya’s ass, kneading at the flesh lazily, her other hand on her hip to guide Bronya onto her lap. “You’re an omega, and I’m an alpha?”
“Seele too.” Bronya breathes, eyes flicking down to where Seele’s dick is pressing against her stomach- visually showing just how deep it’ll spear inside- the promise making Bronya’s body hot. “Both of you. I need both of you.”
“Oh my adorable omega.” Seele coos, shifting into her role effortlessly with a lovesick smile. “Are you in heat?”
“Heat…” Bronya mumbled, gripping Seele’s shoulders as she raised up on her knees, thighs shivering in anticipation as Seele gripped her cock and lined it carefully. Bronya contemplates the concept for a moment- rolling it in her head- feeling her lower abdomen tighten and coil the more she thinks about it. Being in heat… emitting intoxicating pheromones… marking, scenting- only relieved after having sex with the one she loves… higher fertility- ovulating- threat of impregnation. Knotted… sealed, forever bound.
“Sounds nice, doesn’t it?” Seele asks as if she could read Bronya’s mind, flicking the tip of her cock along Bronya’s slit- gathering the slick that has collected- not surprised that Bronya’s already soaked.
“Yeah.” Bronya admits as she dips her hips just enough for Seele’s tip to break open the lips of her pussy. “Yes… alpha.”
The way Bronya says it- a deep lick that sounds both breathy and heavy at the same time- snaps something within Seele. She wasn’t quite sure what it was- she’s found that she’s had many sexual awakenings in bed with her two wives- but this one feels almost dangerous. Like she could actually fuck a child into Bronya, despite all of them being infertile, despite all of them being scientifically incapable- it felt possible. That’s all Seele needed to sink Bronya onto her dick- gasping at how easily Bronya’s hole receives her- squeezing once she bottoms out and pulsing so hard it was like everything within Bronya was pleading to be filled until her belly bulged and could hold no more. Despite how easily she stretched for Seele- Bronya still shakes and throws back her head- exhaling shakily as the feeling of Seele’s cock in her invigorates every nerve in her body. Feeling it pulse in waves like a second heartbeat within- becoming one to the point she could not tell where she starts and ends- driving her insane.
“You’re so tight and hot,” Seele coos, tilting her head up from between Bronya’s breasts with a cheeky grin. “You must have suffered for so long alone, my love.”
“Y-yes…” Bronya mutters, already panting as her body still twitches and quakes from the sheer size that buries so deep into her that it hurts so good. “Touched myself… thinking about you and Seele… ahmm.”
“Oh, my poor darling.” Seele wraps her arms around Bronya’s waist, rocking her gently on her lap and grunting at the feeling of how worked up her wife is on her dick. “Your heat must have been so painful without us…. ah.” Bronya squeezes Seele like she’s afraid of losing her- the feeling- the satisfaction. “I’ll take care of you, you’re such a good girl. Ah... you smell so good…” It wasn’t a lie for the sake of the roleplay, Bronya actually smelled nice- a small waft of perfume that was tastefully hidden amongst the natural musk of the building scent of sex- mixed with just a hint of floral shampoo. Seele decided to lean into her role, peppering kisses along her wife’s collar, straightening her spine as she built up to a lick along the junction between Bronya’s shoulder and neck- imagining swollen scent glands there- tender and sensitive and begging to be bitten, marked, and claimed. “Easy now… I’m here.”
“Missed you.” Bronya whispered with such vulnerability that it surpassed the veil of acting, making Seele’s heart float. “My fingers weren’t enough- hah- needed you. Only you- fuck- both of you.” Bronya flickered her gaze over to the phone, observing how submissive she looked sitting in Seele’s lap- face flushed and bangs sticking to her forehead- pussy stretched around Seele’s dick. The angle was perfect, such a turn on, reminding Bronya of the time she was fucked against the mirror and watching her shatter made her all hot and sensitive. Seele must have noticed, because she slips her hands down to Bronya’s ass, spreading them just enough that the stretch was enough to release Bronya’s slick to slide down and glisten.
“You’re so beautiful like this.” Seele earnestly says, pressing her face between the supple breasts and circling her head in a nuzzling action, making the flesh bounce and shift. The playful gesture makes Bronya snicker somewhat, her hands going to wrap around Seele’s head and pet the lavender hair fondly, thinking about how beautiful Seele looks too. “Your heat makes you so soft… so receptive. No one else gets to see you like this.” Bronya softens at that, feeling the knot in her stomach tighten even though all that they were doing was grinding against each other. Just witnessing the love in Seele’s eyes as she stares with full attention- devotion- is almost enough to make Bronya cum right there. “You denied all stereotypes of an omega, my love. You watched over me and Seele, protected us, cared for us… even now you work so hard for us.” Seele moans as the emotions burst in her chest (and dick), gripping ahold of her body like a possession that she eagerly welcomes. “It feels like a crime that you had to spend even a minute alone while in heat.”
“But you’re here now.” Bronya achingly admits, cupping Seele’s cheeks and bending forward so their noses nuzzled- breath on each other’s lips- smiling and sickly in love. Somewhere amongst the imagination of their roleplay is the sweet pheromones of reassurance fogging around them in a comforting mist. “Even in my heat, you control yourself and treat me so gently. Please, stop holding back.” Bronya emphasizes her sentence by purposefully tightening her lower abdomen, making Seele hiss at just how tight she becomes. “Rough. I want you to be rough with me.”
Seele blinked. Bronya could feel her wife grow bigger inside her, biting her lower lip as her body adjusts, the building pressure pushing against her abdomen becoming unbearable. Whatever overtakes Seele certainly isn’t her usual timid self but rather a ravenous beast following monstrous instincts to breed. Bronya finds herself gripping onto Seele for dear life as she struggles to keep up riding the bucking ‘alpha’, but soon gives up. She takes Seele’s aggression- takes each lance of Seele’s dick into her and vocalizes how grateful she is by whispering pleas of yes, more, please- the stretch and burn all morphing into raw sensations that they are powerless to resist the chase for more. They forget that they’re on camera- brains unable to process anything else but each other- and the pleasure that grips at all their senses, up until Bronya is hit with a surprise orgasm that explodes before she has time to comprehend that she had the knot tightening in her stomach to begin with. Seele brings her wife down to sit on her lap, sealing them together, grunting as she resists her own instincts to chase her climax. She peppers sweet kisses along anywhere she can reach with her lips, coaxing Bronya back down from the pearly gates.
“Still in heat? Are you feeling better?” Seele mumbles against Bronya’s skin, mouthing at the flushed shoulder lazily.
“Hm, no.” Bronya admits with a shaky breath, squeezing around Seele tightly, making them both sigh. “Still hot… ah... Not enough.” She pushes against Seele impossibly closer, as if trying to melt their bodies as one, as if they weren’t already as close as two women can be. “More, need more. Need you to cum inside me.” Bronya begins peppering Seele’s face with sweet kisses- forehead, cheek, nose, lips- as if using the action as manipulation to convince her wife of her desperation. “Been thinking about it all day, the moment my heat started. Thought of you- both of you- on me, relieving me.” Seele groans quietly, hips rolling subconsciously as her dick weeps from a promise unfulfilled, hoping the slight distraction can relieve it just enough to continue bathing in Bronya’s affections just a little longer. “Yours. Belong to you.” Seele shivered at that, at the way Bronya’s voice rasps it out like it’s her dying breath, pussy pulsing at faster intervals around Seele’s cock. Bronya somehow sinks further down on it- feeling it hit a wall within her- sucking in a breath through clenched teeth as the sensation reconfirms how perfect they fit together. It hurts, but hurts so good- the pain addicting and forgiving- making Bronya seek more.
“You are so adorable, darling.” Seele sighs, hands going to fondle Bronya’s breasts and flick at the hard nipples, watching Bronya’s face twist in pleasure. “But I still have to punish you for working so much overtime. If you want me to cum in you, you’re going to have to earn it.” Bronya whimpers beautifully, her legs aching in anticipation, knowing that she’s going to be left with a delicious burn after this.
“I’m sorry.” The apology tumbles out of Bronya’s mouth like a nun in prayer, bracing her hands on Seele’s shoulders as she wills the muscles in her thighs to tighten and push her upwards, sliding up Seele’s cock with a delicious drag along her sensitive insides.
“You were trying to work through your heat again, weren’t you?” Seele accuses softly, as if it was an actual thing that happens every month. “You know it never works.”
“I know.” Bronya whines, already lost in the sensation of Seele’s dick dragging in and out of her- even though her pace is steady- and slow enough to savour the way Seele’s size splits her open. “I can’t focus. Hah, I think about all those times you and Seele would find me in my office- have to relieve me there- punish me.”
“You like it, don’t you?”
“Yes,” God help her, yes. Bronya shouldn’t. She shouldn’t like the thrill that invigorates her when she’s being plowed into her desk and moaning like a whore. She knows she shouldn’t, yet she does. Loves it when Veliona tears her away from the computer to steal her into a seething kiss, loves it when Seele doesn’t even bother taking off her leggings or panties and fucks her through them, loves it when they both pin her between them and have their way with her. Just the reminder of such naughty scenes makes Bronya’s cunt tight as she rides Seele faster, slamming down on her wife’s dick like she’s trying to rip it off at the hilt. “I don’t do it on purpose… I swear.”
“I don’t believe you.” Seele groans, thinking about how unfair it is that Bronya is this good at riding her. She continues groping at her wife’s breasts, bringing her tongue to one for a dangerous lick that promises too much. When Bronya reacts positively to it- Seele seels her lips around the sensitive bud fully- sucking while swirling it with her tongue. Bronya almost cried, rising and dropping on Seele’s dick with a burning speed that is drowned in the definition of desperation, thighs shaking at the effort.
“Please-” Bronya huffs, arching her back as she feels a second peak rising within her, pushing past every burn and ache in her legs to keep fucking Seele like her life depended on it. “Please, baby, cum with me. In me- fill me. Want you- ah- I’ve been good, right? Please-” It’s like the camera brings out a dramatic side to her- acting it up- playing the part with the knowledge that Veliona will be watching it being such a huge turn on. It gets Seele off so much.
“Fuck-” Seele curses, surging forward with a burst of strength that has Bronya squeal in surprise as she’s suddenly pinned to the bed on her back- legs raised in the air and spread wide- receiving Seele eagerly as she pounds into the aching pussy with vigour. “Take me- ah- not going to stop until you’re full-” And Bronya is riddled into a sniffling, moaning mess- crying yes, yes, please, fuck as her entire body clings to Seele- like she’ll die if Seele doesn’t explode inside her right now. The force in which Seele drives into Bronya creaks the bed- knocking the headboard into the wall- sounding above the wet slap of their bodies coming together at bone breaking speeds. It hurts so good, almost too good, like this is all that they’re good for- made for. The roleplay fades away from their minds, fiddled out as the desire and lust overrides all logical thinking, and just the primal heat remains. Seele spears into Bronya with such passion that the mattress bows and dents beneath them- wet plaps growing uneven and desperate- cacophonies of moaning that sometimes harmonize into pleas and begging. Amongst each of Seele’s pleas for Bronya to take it, fill up, cum is Bronya’s breathless replies of yes, I will, I want it, inside. Seele’s orgasm is explosive- like a shotgun from her dick as she continues to shoot ropes and ropes- hips stuttering and still thrusting- like her aim was to fill Bronya’s very soul to the brim. Bronya takes it all- dazed and lost to the pleasure filling her body- and the warmth of being filled so aggressively she has no choice but to take it. It takes so long for both of them to return that Seele’s cock has already started to soften and she slips out easily, letting all her cum spill out of Bronya onto the towel she had prepared, still swimming in the afterglow. With Bronya fucked silly, Seele went to stop the recording, clicking Bronya’s phone off and collapsing immediately afterwards as a boneless heap. Damn. Veliona is certainly going to be having a lot of fun with that one.
The woman in question was on a private jet flying home- already irritated and impatient- kicking her foot with her legs crossed as she’s trying anything to distract herself and make the time go faster. It was nice that Veliona had been organized into a luxury flight- normal planes are too cramped and overwhelming for her- and she disliked paying the little extra to be in first class (or whatever the airline wanted to call it). She was allowed alcoholic drinks and various snacks- currently nursing a margarita- feeling the buzz of a little too much tequila. It isn’t that Veliona had hoped drinking would make her pass out and wake up landing back at home (although a small part of her did entertain the idea) but that the allure of free alcohol was too much to pass up. The bar closest to their apartment complex charged multiple digits for a shot, let alone an entire drink, and in the beginning Bronya’s studio was a struggling game company trying to get on its feet. Now that things were looking up and starting to show promise- they were able to treat themselves every once in a while- even though old habits will always struggle to die. Swirling the cup in her hand now, Veliona thinks about how juice would taste better, before downing what was left of the liquor- still unable to bring herself to waste food and beverages. She clicks a button above her to call the flight attendant over, handing them the glass and shooing them away with flicks of her hand, sighing as she’s now left with nothing to entertain her.
“Why did I volunteer to do this mission?” Veliona grumbles to herself beneath her breath, despite knowing full well why she did. With a huff, she flips up the table and stows it away before standing up to stretch. “Hmph, that idiot better be grateful. Always taking care of others before herself… tsk. If it wasn’t for me, she would’ve failed this mission due to sleep deprivation.” The mission wasn’t hard at all- there weren't hoards of Honkai to defeat nor Herrschers to track- just a rogue group of troublemakers that thought they could take advantage of the locals (they certainly thought twice after seeing Veliona’s claws, and she didn’t even get a chance to use them- how boring). Veliona sits back down, contemplating a plush keychain of Seele that was dangling from one of her bags. “Such a hypocrite- always worried about Bronya working overtime- but never stopping to consider how much she’s working too.” Slipping her phone out of her pocket, she clicks it open to look at her lockscreen wallpaper- which shows all three of them together- taken during the shared birthday. “And Bronya… hmph. She’s probably getting a good scolding now.” Staring at her open phone for a moment longer- Veliona swiped down from the corner- pulling up the quick settings. This plane did have WiFi- she could use it and has been told she’s free too- a part of her wondering if her wives have sent any messages. What is she kidding? Of course they have! With a sigh, Veliona clicked her WiFi back on and connected it with a few taps, immediately receiving notifications in bulk- Seele texting her to stay safe, Bronya sharing progress photos on her game- but the one that caught Veliona’s attention was a notification from her email that simply stated “For you only”. For a moment, Veliona just squinted at it- as if it was offensive in some way- trying to piece together what the fuck it could mean. Spam? Probably, but it was sent from Bronya’s personal email account- there’s no way. Curiosity got the better of her, and she clicked on it, opening the inbox without a clue of what could be inside.
“Holy shit...” Veliona felt all the air disappear from her lungs as she’s staring at the thumbnail, hand now trembling slightly as heat flushes her cheeks. There’s no way- there’s actually no fucking way- she refuses to believe it. No, no way. Absolutely not. Veliona makes sure her phone is muted before clicking on the almost hour long video anyways. Once it starts to play- confirming that it is not a prank- Veliona pauses it and scrambles for her earbuds (making sure to grab the wired ones and not the bluetooth ones).
“Shit, shit, shit-” Veliona curses under her breath, mouth already dry and body hot and bothered. “No way- holy shit. You two are evil.”
Despite that, Veliona plugs in the earbuds. She’s going to be suffering the whole rest of the flight… but that’s okay. She can punish her two horny wives for making her suffer once she’s home.
By the time Seele is next fully conscious- she’s waking to the sight of Bronya’s boobs pressed to her face- and the sound of gentle humming in a melody that was familiar. Bronya must have noticed Seele waking, because she chuckles fondly, giving Seele time to process everything. They’re cuddled on their sides together in bed- rearranged with the towel gone- still naked but less sticky and hot. Seele sighs and closes her eyes again, burying her face back between Bronya’s breasts. There’s vague memories of cleaning up- using the bathroom- grabbing snacks and drinking water… but none of it sticks and just falls away like they didn’t matter.
“What time is it?”
“Late in the afternoon,” Bronya replies easily, shifting an arm around Seele in a position that suggests she’s on her phone. “I’ve already sent the video to Seele, no reply yet. She’s probably trying to figure out if we pranked her.”
“We’ll know if she watched it when we pick her up from the airport.” Seele muses, unable to stop the grin from growing on her lips. “I’m sure she did.”
“Hm, we should take the car then.” Bronya thinks outloud, a creeping feeling of dread crawling up her spine as she remembers that Seele has to drive because her license is still suspended. That means… she’ll be taking the first wave of Veliona’s horny wrath, and frankly she wasn’t charmed by the idea of being seduced in the back of a car (even if it’s by one of her wives). Maybe she should get the windows covered or blacked out… surely it wouldn’t be too cruel to make Veliona wait just that extra drive home? They were picking her up late in the evening afterall so traffic shouldn’t be bad, but then again…
Bronya squeaks when she feels a soft nip to the inside of her breast, blinking down to Seele who was already licking the area in apology for the sudden attack.
“You were doing that thing with your face again,” Seele giggles, hands tracing up and down Bronya’s form with adoration and glee. “Whenever you’re thinking too hard about something simple.”
“I was thinking about blocking the windows.” Bronya admits honestly, turning off her phone and letting it fall somewhere on the sheets so she could embrace Seele. “Seele won’t last the entire drive home.”
“Of course she can, if you promise her a worthy reward or undesirable punishment.” Seele hums, pursing her lips in thought as she tosses around possibilities in her head. “You should know that her tough act is a facade.”
“Yes,” Bronya sighs, all fond and affectionate, with no hint of irritation. “She’s also soft and cute.”
“Cuter than me?” Seele asks cruelly, giving Bronya her best puppy eyes. With a huff, Bronya ruffles Seele’s hair hard enough that it makes the woman squeak.
“Now that’s unfair, and you know it!” Bronya exclaims, placing a kiss on Seele’s forehead. “Both Seeles are very cute in their own way. I married both of you for each of your own unique personalities.”
“Ding, ding, ding!” Seele laughs, wiggling herself upwards in the embrace so she’s at eye-level with her wife. “Correct answer~ your reward is a kiss!” Bronya eagerly accepts it. While they are lazily making out- Bronya’s phone pings with a notification- and they pull apart so she can check it.
“Oh,” Bronya laughs, flicking her thumb on the screen with a stupid grin on her face. “It’s Seele.”
“Let me see!” Seele excitingly bumps her head next to Bronya’s, her wife turning the screen to face the both of them. The message merely read: I hope you two are prepared to compensate me for emotional distress~ with an initially blurred photo that Bronya tapped to reveal Veliona’s index and middle fingers pointed upwards glistening with slick. The background suggested that it was in the lavatory of the plane- probably a trip to clean it up before all that arousal soaked right through her pants- one of many most likely. A closer look at the background showed the hints of Veliona’s face in the mirror- between the collarbone and chin- flushed and criminally unmarked. There’s no way Veliona had touched herself to completion on the plane- absolutely not- but the mere suggestion was still hot enough to earn an oh my out of Seele’s lips.
“Now do you think she’ll behave herself on the car ride home?” Bronya quirks a brow at Seele, unable to stop the amused twitch of her lips.
“M-maybe not…” Seele puts a hand over her mouth as she laughs, staying velcro’d to Bronya as her wife starts typing a reply: Behave yourself and you’ll be given extra compensation.
Ultimately it’s the growl of Bronya’s stomach that pulls the two out of bed- untangling themselves from the cuddle snickering and giggling- throwing on the bare minimum in clothing before shuffling to the kitchen. Seele notices how Bronya’s thighs tremble with uncertain steps, and she would tease her about it if Seele herself wasn’t also wobbling on her feet (although less so in comparison). The kitchen has not been cleaned from the time Bronya returned home and they skipped to the bed- the cutting board still out with partially cut ingredients, pot with water on the (still off) stove, a big mixing bowl on the island- Seele couldn’t even remember what she was originally going to cook for her wife. After exchanging a look with Bronya, they both shrugged and silently agreed to have leftovers instead- cleaning up the kitchen before pulling out a container holding a half eaten burrito and two slices of pizza- popping them in the microwave. Perhaps it was just the after-sex haze still having a chokehold on them since they ate the scraps as if it was the best meal of their lives- washing it down with water- finding that it was surprisingly satisfactory. Seele makes a comment about how they can prepare a hot pot for when Veliona returns- since she’s going to be starving (both metaphorically and literally)- and Bronya makes a mental note that sex can temporarily convince Seele that take-out is a valid meal option (jokingly, of course). At some point Seele must have retreated her authority because Bronya turned around from putting her plate into the sink and found her wife’s hair cut to a short bob- darker in shade- and without a cute ahoge. She fixed that right away by walking past Seele and ruffling a hand through the dark strands, smiling when the strand of hair popped back up.
“You’ll have to brush it back down when we leave to pick up Seele.” Seele laughed, standing up to put her empty plate in the sink too.
“I don’t know why you keep trying to brush it down.” Bronya laments with part of her voice laced in nostalgia. She follows Seele to the sink like a lost puppy, pouting a little as she watches the ahoge bounce with each step her wife takes. “It’s cute.”
“Isn’t it cuter to know that I only allow you and Seele to see me like this?” Seele retorts with a flirty bat of her lashes, enjoying the way Bronya’s cheeks dust possessively pink at that. “Besides, brushing it down makes me look a little more mature… hm.” Seele reaches a hand up to pat at the strand of hair, contemplating it with a little frown. “Not by much, but enough that I am taken a little more seriously.”
“I don’t think that’s the reason why…” Bronya muses, raising a hand to boop Seele’s nose. “You’ve also learned how to be stronger on your own. Your hairstyle is an expression of it, not the definition.”
“I know.” Seele hums, reaching for Bronya’s hair and letting the silver strands flow through the spaces between her fingers- usually soft and silky- now a little stiff from negligence. “You’re an example. I sometimes entertain the thought of you with the style you used to have when we were children… but,” Seele brings a handful of Bronya’s hair to her lips, kissing them with as much love as she would between shivering thighs. “I can’t deny that it no longer suits you. Afterall, my dear Bronya jiejie has grown into such a beautiful woman~”
“Seele…” Bronya blushed, averting her eyes as she sighs through her nose, powerless against her loyal wife who knows every phrase in the dictionary used to praise someone. Seele’s tongue has always been sweet- in voice, in silence, in song- and that proves to be true even when it’s licking at the core of vulnerability and trust (both metaphorically and physically). Bronya fell for it immediately when she was first admitted to the orphanage and she still continues to fall for it to this day. “You’re so much bolder with your praise these days.”
Seele’s giggle- that damn giggle- breaks the biological spell that keeps Bronya breathing.
“It’s because my darling wife is such a good girl, of course I must reward her.”
And now Bronya has actually forgotten how to breathe, but no worries- Seele reminds her with a kiss.
“I love you.” Bronya whispers the moment their lips part, like she has been holding it in for years and just couldn’t hold it back anymore. Seele replies with an I love you too and another kiss, this time letting her hands find purchase around Bronya’s body. With the minimum amount of clothing not hiding much, they allowed themselves to press against each other, savouring a moment where the only thing they regret is the second Seele not being there as well. The kiss breaks before it can deepen because Bronya pinches Seele’s butt, making her pull away with a yelp- and a victorious laugh from Bronya- who then turns to start sprinting away with Seele hot on her heels.
Although their apartment is humble in size- Bronya is still surprisingly able to dodge Seele for a good amount of time- using everything from the sofa cushions to a book as distractions. Giggling like school girls at a sleepover, they run around their home leaping and side-stepping, until finally Seele tackles Bronya onto a couch. They bounce on the cushions for a moment before tumbling to the floor- cackling like hyenas- gripping onto each other for dear life. It ends up with Seele pinning Bronya to the floor, arms comfortably laying over her wife’s shoulders, while Bronya has her hands braced on Seele’s. They shuffle a little so their legs aren’t jabbing uncomfortably into each other, still desperately trying to stop their giggles before their bodies give out from too much laughter. Unfortunately the messed up couch felt it fitting to drop a pillow, rolling off and falling over Seele- bonking her low enough that her lips bang against Bronya’s brow- and they laugh against each other at the silliness of it all. Between giggles Seele attempts to kiss her wife, only to be broken apart with more giggles. Finally, their laughter gives way to snickering, and then lazy sighs- finding it silly that they were laughing so hard in the first place- getting off the floor with noises of effort.
“Guess there’s no point in cleaning,” Bronya huffs, looking at the mess they had created, “Seele will mess it up again regardless.”
“Hm…” Seele hums, turning to look at a clock on the wall. “We still have some time before her plane is scheduled to land. Why don’t you take a nap while I start cooking?”
“A nap?” Bronya blinks, as if the word was alien to her. “Didn’t we just take one together?”
“Yes, but…” Seele leaned closer, her hands clasped behind her back, a smile dangerously threatening appearing across her soft lips. “I’m sure I don’t need to remind you how hungry Seele is going to be when she gets home.”
Bronya started sweating.
“O-on second thought… yes. Maybe I should nap. Thank you, baby.” Backing up a few steps, Bronya gave a shaky smile before turning and power walking away much to Seele’s amusement. Hopefully that workaholic woman won’t play video games instead of sleeping again… Oh well, Seele decided that it wasn’t her cross to bear as she turned to the kitchen. She keeps one ear open to hear any possible game sounds (music, effects, voices, etc) but is met with a strangely comfortable silence. It isn’t until Seele enters the bedroom in search of her phone that she’s met with the confirmation that Bronya actually listened to her and was snuggled into the sheets- breathing heavy and even- embracing a body pillow (with a tasteful print of Veliona on it) with a sleeping mask over her eyes. There wasn’t any sign that Bronya had been on her phone or handheld console- even when Seele goes to peek under her pillow- with her phone charging on a nightstand out of arm’s reach. With a sigh through her nose, Seele checks Bronya’s phone just in case- all three of them having Face ID to each other’s phones- and sees that it’s open to Bronya’s work calendar, where she has the next three days marked as time off (most likely to spend time with her wives). The temptation to check Bronya’s delivery app creeps in, but Seele decides against it… she’ll let it slide this time. She leans down to kiss Bronya’s temple- murmuring about how she’s a good girl- before turning off Bronya’s phone and leaving to return to the kitchen.
Seele is stirring a pot full of leafy vegetables and radishes, mushrooms, tofu, and glass noodles when her phone rings. There’s only one person who should be calling her at this hour, so Seele excitingly sets her chopsticks aside and rushes to her device- not even looking at the Caller ID as she picks up and brings it to her ear- grinning like an idiot when Veliona’s voice comes through.
“Hey, darling~ miss me?”
“Of course!” Seele chirps, stimming with a hand from the excitement of hearing another one of her beloveds again. “Not a day went by where I didn’t miss you.”
“Sounds like someone was lonely.” Veliona chuckles, her voice sounding tired even through the phone. Crazy how sitting for hours on a plane could take so much out of a person. “I’ve just landed, come pick me up.”
“Yes, I will! I just got to go wake up Bronya and-”
“Oh, no, let her sleep.” Seele hums in question at Veliona’s interjection, only to realize why seconds later. “She’s going to need it.”
“Ah.” That’s all Seele could muster as a reply. She was so foolish to think that Veliona wouldn’t be able to punish them for their cruel gift. It had been long enough that Seele had honestly forgotten that they had done it in the first place, and the sudden reminder made her feel nervous… excited but nervous. Veliona only gives her signature giggle before saying bye,bye~ and hanging up, leaving Seele to decide the next course of action. She could let Bronya continue sleeping, but she’s sure Bronya would be upset about not being there to pick Veliona up. On the other hand… Seele shook her head and stopped herself from thinking too hard. She didn’t want to get herself into a predicament where she’d need to hide a bulge between her legs, so she decided to change and dumbly drag her feet out of the apartment before anything could happen. The parking garage welcomes her with silence, leaving it up to the car to fill the gaps and provide sound, fully charged and ready to go. The whole drive to the airport leaves Seele feeling giddy- her fingers unable to stop tapping the steering wheel, her knees bouncing, eyes darting between the time and the road- beyond eager to see (and hold) Veliona. Admittedly she had been speeding (could you really blame her?) so she arrives at the airport earlier than expected, texting Veliona that she was waiting. It isn’t long afterwards that Seele notices through the large windows that a familiar figure was racing through the crowd- practically barreling through the automatic doors to the car- where Seele frantically unbuckles and opens the door, barely having any time to get out before Veliona tackles her against the vehicle in a bone-crushing hug.
“Seele!”
“Oh, Seele!”
There’s a muffled plop as Veliona’s backpack falls to the ground, both women squeezing each other so tight that they didn’t know when one started and the other ended- cooing and purring- nuzzling each other like cats. A magical moment that peaks in the form of happy tears falling down their cheeks as they pull apart. Seele cups Veliona’s cheeks and starts to assault her face with kisses as Veliona holds her closer and closer. The beep of a nearby car horn startles them apart. They both look over to see that Veliona’s carry-on luggage has rolled into the street, rushing over apologetically to bring it back and throw it into the trunk. With blushes and smiles, they get into the car and buckle up, beyond eager to go home.
Seele had expected to be bombarded with flirtatious quips and lustful lines during the drive, but Veliona falls asleep in the passenger seat, unbothered by the passing street lights and bustling night streets. During a stop at a red light, Seele gazes at Veliona with a soft smile, just now noticing the small circles under her eyes. Although over the phone Veliona claims that the mission was simple and easy- the toll of being alone and separated from Seele and Bronya must have affected her mentally- leaving her unable to properly rest due to insecurity. As Seele returns her attention to the road, she cannot put into words how adorable it is for a woman who prides herself on power, ferocity, and fear to be so vulnerable and trusting around her wives. In the end, she is satisfied defining it as “love”.
Veliona doesn’t stir when Seele finally pulls into the parking garage and turns off the car- only waking up when Seele nudges her shoulder.
“Seele, hey, darling,” Seele whispers, shaking Veliona a little harder. “Wake up, dear. We’re home.”
“Hm?” Veliona hums as she tries to forcefully shake herself awake, yawning into the palm of her hand. “So fast…”
“You did sleep the entire way.” Seele jests, helping Veliona out of the car. “Grab your bag, I’ll get your case.” Veliona hums an affirmation, rounding to the back door and robotically opening it to grab her backpack to sling over a shoulder before turning to walk to the apartment, where Seele dutifully follows behind (making sure to lock the car doors).
They entered their home without much fanfare, the room illuminated faintly with lamps- suggesting that Bronya had awakened at some point to turn off the lights as it got dark out- but she must have returned to bed because neither Seele saw her. Hopefully Bronya isn’t upset that she wasn’t able to accompany Seele in picking up Veliona… although perhaps she was too tired to care. Seele doesn’t even have the opportunity to say that there was food before Veliona goes to the shower- dropping her backpack randomly on the floor. With a sigh, Seele picked it up and rolled the luggage to the living room, where she set them against the couch to unpack tomorrow. Exhaustion finally catches up to Seele- looking around in an attempt to see if there was anything else she could do for Veliona- starting to clean up the mess she made with Bronya just to keep busy. She’s just finished remaking the couch when Veliona comes out- ruffling her blow-dried hair- kissing Seele’s cheek.
“Go to bed, idiot.” Veliona chuckles endearingly, gently tilting Seele’s head up with fingers beneath her chin. “I can see how tired you are, you don’t have to stay awake to watch me eat.” Seele makes a noise- a mix between confirmation that she heard but disgruntled by it- to which Veliona huffs and raises her other hand to flick Seele on the forehead. “Bronya is probably freezing in bed alone. Go. I’ll join soon.”
Seele pouts, but nods, making a noise that vaguely sounds like okay before shuffling off towards the bedroom. Bronya has not changed positions, still sleeping soundly embracing the Veliona body pillow, which Seele wrestles out to replace with herself. Bronya shuffles in her sleep, seemingly confused by the sudden change, before registering that it was Seele now in her arms and pulling her in closer. As promised, Veliona joins not long after- her breath smelling like spices that Seele (half asleep) decides she doesn’t want to tell her to brush her teeth- pawing in the dark to grab Veliona and bring her into the cuddle. Being freshly out of the shower meant that Veliona smelled amazing, making Seele practically moan as she spoons her other, nuzzling into the soft strands. Poor Veliona still must have been exhausted from the long flight because she practically passes out immediately (sandwiched between her two wives), leaving Seele’s consciousness to linger just a little longer before disappearing too.
Bronya is the first to wake. Although sleep debt isn’t actually a thing, sometimes it certainly feels like it is. Going days to possible weeks without proper rest makes it all that more frustrating to actually rest well when breaks do eventually appear in the schedule- forcing Bronya’s body to actually rely on its own functions- rather than the addition of sweets and caffeine. Sometimes this gives her jetlag-like symptoms where she’ll fall asleep and wake up only to fall back asleep again… she’s truly lucky both Seeles are so patient towards her. The bed always feels fuller, warmer, when they’re all together- even with her eyes still closed Bronya can tell that Veliona had come home- and they were all nestled in the sheets. At first, Bronya kept trying to fall back asleep- counting, playing music, or reciting code in her head- but found out that her body was flat out refusing to allow that. Begrudgingly, Bronya opened her eyes- already adjusted to the dark- so she’s able to see Veliona between her and Seele. She’s a sight for sore eyes- at her most vulnerable with red strands falling around her face- the faint smell of spice still lingering on her breath with each soft exhale. Surprisingly, Veliona didn’t have her face completely buried in Bronya’s breasts like usual- she was hugging one of Bronya’s arms as Seele had embraced her from behind- so Bronya was able to get a proper look at her face. The slightly sunken cheeks, light circles under the eyes, lack of makeup, and pale lips all pointed to the mission being a lot harder than Veliona was telling them. While no rogue group of criminals could ever defeat their darling red Seele- the fallout must have been immensely tolling- having to stay for a clean up where families are split apart (sometimes permanently), homes lost, and others being caught in the collateral would naturally drain even the most compassionate people of their energy. No matter how Veliona acts like she doesn’t give a rat’s ass about anything but Bronya and Seele, deep down she still shares that deep compassion both of them have, and has a drive to make this world one that they can all live in peacefully. Bronya’s heart aches as she tries to imagine what Veliona had gone through on her mission- tries to not think about it too hard at the same time- reaching a hand out to softly caress her wife’s cheek. While the world no longer suffers from Herrschers and Honkai- there are still very human threats that will never disappear- and Bronya tries her best to not think about losing her wives to one of them (or even Project Bunny).
Bronya hooks a strand of hair behind Veliona’s ear before her body dictates her to get out of bed and use the bathroom. It wasn’t hard to wiggle her arm out of her wife’s grasp thankfully, so Bronya grabbed her phone off the stand and used the light of the screen to guide her. She only turns on the phone’s flashlight function when she’s behind the restroom’s closed door, deciding that turning on the light would blind her to the point that sleeping again would be impossible, and she still wanted some hope of falling asleep again to wake at a proper hour. What time is it even? Bronya checks it on her phone after she’s done doing her business, seeing that it wasn’t the god awful hour that she thought it would be. In fact, Seele should be waking up in another two or three hours- Bronya could realistically just play a video game until then- and take another nap in the afternoon if needed. With that plan, Bronya grabs a robe before slipping out of the bathroom and bedroom to slip into her home office, now filled with a naughty sense of childlike giddy while booting up her gaming laptop. While logging into her account, she makes sure a water bottle is nearby, and grabs her noise-cancelling headphones. There’s a small hiccup when she forgets to plug the headphones into the right outlet (thankfully she always mutes her gaming laptop), but after making sure everything was ready; Bronya wasted no time.
An unknown amount of time passes while Bronya has gotten into her ‘flow state’. Achievement after achievement is unlocked- levels that are designed to be rage-quitting hard become easy- and the main story still hasn't progressed. The thing that finally breaks Bronya out of it is the sudden yank of her chair being pulled back- the force causing her headphone’s plug to come out- and the spin of it that only gave Bronya a second to register that it happened in the first place before hands slam on the armrests, making the chair sink a little, trapping Bronya in her gaming chair. Silver eyes meet red- lots of red- and Bronya’s finger hits the pause button instinctively.
Veliona’s eyes darted to Bronya’s collar before flicking back up, her brows furrowed and mouth tilted in a scowl. Her expression shifts a few times- as if she was trying to string together the proper words- eventually giving up and surging forward. Their lips clash in a battle that Bronya was ill-prepared for- suffering from nips and licks- an invasion of Veliona’s tongue exploring her mouth with the same fever as an adventurer finding uncharted waters. Blindly clawing at each other- Veliona manages to smack Bronya’s controller out of her hands- before going to untie her robe and rip it open. She swallows the noise of complaint that Bronya makes, easily making it shift effortlessly into a moan as she grabs handfuls of Bronya’s breasts, only pulling away from the kiss to crest down and get her mouth on them. The controller is completely forgotten on the floor as the chair creaks and complains, the backrest being pulled down as Veliona forces herself onto Bronya- who eagerly accepts it- hands pulling at the hem of her wife’s shorts (and underwear) and yanking them down. Veliona doesn't have a chance to kick them off before she’s climbing into Bronya’s lap- panting and possessive- bracing her hands on Bronya’s shoulders.
“How would you like it?” Bronya gasps, her mind whirling with the sudden rise in heat.
“Your fingers.” Veliona answers without hesitation, bracing one leg on Bronya’s chair and the other standing firm on the ground. “Hurry up.”
Veliona is dripping wet- to the point Bronya entertained the idea of Veliona getting off in the bed (trying to avoid waking Seele) only to get frustrated and come looking for her other wife- although it was very possible Veliona had a very wet dream that woke her up in such a state. Considering that Veliona had to bear with hours on a plane with a fresh new video of her wives entangled in tight intimacy, Bronya was expecting Veliona to have pounced the moment she got home, not now after a good night’s rest. Maybe the resting is what got Veliona even more worked up, because she whines and settles her thigh on Bronya’s knee, rocking her hips for any kind of friction she could get. And that’s when Bronya gets an evil, wickedidea- placing her hands on Veliona’s hips, grinning as the idea gets stuck in her head and festers.
“My poor omega,” Bronya purrs, relishing in the way Veliiona’s eyes blow out and her blush worsens. “Did your heat catch you by surprise?”
“Fuck, you evil woman.” Veliona groans, humping Bronya’s knee and soiling the pajama pants her wife is still wearing. “If we’re going to roleplay…” Veliona leans forward and places her index finger on her wife’s bottom lip. “Do you have it in you to be mean?”
“Hm?” Bronya hums, eyebrow raised in question as she’s slowly being taken apart bit-by-bit via the sight of Veliona crumbling on her knee. She couldn’t resist bouncing her knee, bumping it harder against Veliona’s clit, making her wife gasp. “How mean?”
“Mean.” Veliona gasps, thighs already shaking as she continues to rock and grind. “Mistress.”
Ah.
“So,” Bronya grins, grabbing Veliona’s wrist and pushing away the finger against her bottom lip. “You’re in heat, and expect your mistress to help?” Veliona whines and nods frantically, tickling Bronya’s arousal perfectly. “You’ve handled it perfectly for months by yourself, why now?”
“B-because…” Veliona’s brain scrambled for a reason, but she’s already lost to the heat building in her core and scorching her logic. The thin top she’s wearing outlines her hardened nipples, catching Bronya’s attention, making her think about how nice it would be to get her mouth on them. “Because…” Still unable to come up with an explanation, Veliona shakes her head and uses her eyes to plead to Bronya for help- both in the roleplay and in getting her off.
“Too ashamed to admit you’ve been thinking about me while touching yourself this whole time?” Bronya catches on, easily keeping the mood going. “Do you do it outside your heats too, omega?” Veliona keens, unable to look Bronya in the eyes, face hot and red. Bronya makes a noise of disapproval and Veliona snaps her attention to her wife, as if she’s always been trained to do so. “Sorry to disappoint you, but I’m a beta. I won’t be able to pleasure you the same way an alpha would-”
“I-I don’t care!” Veliona blurts out, cutting Bronya off with such intensity that it almost breaks the roleplay. “I want you- doesn’t matter, it doesn’t matter! I-I love you.” And it’s all too guttural and real that Bronya blinks a few times in surprise- faced with the very genuine adoration of her wife- raw and vulnerable and bare. Veliona is the perfect picture of desperate and affectionate- bucking against Bronya’s knee- mouth open and on the cusp of starting to drool. She’s playing up her part- whatever it’s supposed to be- some sort of servant of course, one that has a heavy crush on her mistress. Bronya remembers her role- and her resolve steals once again- slipping back beneath a mask made of love and lust.
“How romantic, did you read that from a book?” Bronya teases, hands going to Veliona’s hips to stop her from grinding against her knee, bringing her wife closer until Veliona has to rest her knees on the chair- straddling Bronya’s thighs. “One of your fanfiction, perhaps?”
“N-no,” Veliona pathetically squeaks, hands scrambling for purchase on Bronya’s shoulders. “No way.”
“You are quite hesitant with that answer, servant.” Bronya plays with a grin, splaying her palm on Veliona’s stomach beneath the fabric of her top. She relishes in the way Veliona’s abdomen squeezes and shivers in anticipation. “If I were to confiscate everything in your chambers, will I find whatever novel you’ve written about me?” Somehow the thought of it being real turns Bronya on immensely. “So that’s what you do during your freetime…” Veliona stares at Bronya’s cleavage while biting her bottom lip- Bronya had continued to ignore it out of amusement- but now she pinches Veliona’s chin between forefinger and thumb to tilt it just high enough for them to make eye contact. “Hi.” Bronya grins, watching the way Veliona’s blush travels from her cheeks down her neck. “My eyes are up here, darling.”
“S-sorry, Mistress.” Veliona breaths, swallowing hard. “You’re just… really hot.”
“Really hot.” Bronya repeats back, chuckling. Her other hand creeps up Veliona’s shirt, finding the curves of her chest, squeezing at the modest breasts and enjoying the way Veliona shivers. “Is that the best you can do?” Bronya trickles her hand higher, ghosting it over aroused nipples, loving how Veliona’s breath catches. “I don’t blame you… you must be in so much pain in your heat.” The hand Bronya has against Veliona’s chin raises higher and now strokes the plush bottom lip with the pad of her thumb. “Tell me then… What did you think about with your petite fingers rubbing your clit? When you were shoving those pretty things inside you, did you moan my name? Call for me?”
“Y-yes…” Veliona looks lost. She looks as if she’s truly been enchanted under a spell- tangled in a trap of her own making- like a woman left with only her bare instincts to breed. “M-many times, Mistress.”
“Was it ‘Mistress’ that you called?” Bronya teases, rewarding Veliona’s honesty by pinching a nipple- the sharp gasp shooting through Bronya’s system- right to her cunt. “Or… Bronya?”
“B-Bronya!” Veliona cries out, starting to sniffle. “I couldn’t stop myself- it felt so good- so good.”
“Oh?” Bronya leans back, removing her touch, making Veliona whimper and pout. “Seems you don’t need my help then, omega.”
“No!” Veliona panics, whining as she lurches forward as if attempting to kiss her wife, but Bronya coldly pulls away just enough to stop Veliona from committing fully. “N-no, please. I want you, please.”
“But I pay you to clean my home.” Bronya retorts, resting her elbow on the armrest and letting her fingers rest her cheek. She emphasises her roleplay’d status by bringing up her other hand and rubbing her fingers together in a gesture that means money. “I’m not supposed to service you. You are supposed to service me.” Veliona gulps, her body growing hotter as she can predict where this is going. “So… service me.”
Veliona hesitates for a while, brain frazzled and blown up. She hesitates long enough that Bronya starts to search her with her silver eyes- a quiet question- waiting for a safe word or any semblance of one. It could be a colour, the word ‘butterflies’, or even an excuse to leave- anything at all- and Bronya will shatter the mask as fast as possible for her wife’s comfort. But Veliona eventually nods, dipping forward to hook her arms under her top, and peel it over her head- casting it aside once it pops off- leaving her bare on Bronya’s lap. Seeing that her wife was going through with this, Bronya reaches down beneath her office chair and flips a switch to click it in place, stopping it from spinning and rolling around. Veliona gives her a silent look of thanks between all the heat and lust, straightening up on a solid chair as she dances her hands up her body. They start on her inner thigh, tracing an invisible path up her front, around her breasts, and then up her face where they comb through her hair and disappear around her head. Bronya watches it all- absorbs it- devouring it. Veliona knows how to weaponize her body- showing it off with a feminine flare that oozes confidence- and she couldn’t resist grinning upon seeing the effect her little show has on her wife. It just makes her pussy pulse, neglected for far too long, and Veliona is not known for her patience. She reaches down a hand, lets it flicker down her stomach, and slides her fingers down, down, down. Until it touches her clit- the swollen, red, sensitive lil thing- just a touch makes Veliona buck and moan. She begins slowly, savouring the relief, letting her body build- letting it remember what it’s like to feel pleasure- and sighs.
“Bronya…” Veliona breaths, as if the name is forbidden across her lips- as if Bronya wasn’t there watching her- practically drooling at the sight. “Hm- Bronya…”
“What are you thinking about?” Bronya whispers, in awe, in fascination and reverence. “What have you thought about?”
“Your fingers- ah- teasing me.” Veliona quickens her ministrations as she speaks, enjoying the way Bronya looks at her- like she’s the only thing in this world- like she’s the only worthy thing for her attention. “Using a toy- a strap- breaking me open. Tying me to the bed- ah- tying me up, using me for your own pleasure,” Veliona shuffles further up the chair, finding more stable ground- rocking her hips against her hand- panting. “How pretty I look cumming on your fingers or tongue- ah. Riding you until I can’t feel my legs.” Finally the knot starts to tighten in Veliona’s stomach and she chases it selfishly- chases that release- still examining Bronya’s lovesick expression. “M-Mistress… please.” Bronya twitches like her entire body was waiting for Veliona to call out. “I-I can’t- ah- need you.” Veliona purposefully slows down to edge herself. She desperately wants to cum from Bronya, not her own fingers, from Bronya. “Thought about you pinning me to the bed, wall, desk… i-it hurts. Please. I can’t do this myself.”
Bronya looks like it physically pains her to restrain- and for a moment Veliona thought she won- only to be disappointed when Bronya tsk’d.
“I said serve me.” Bronya commands quietly, as if it took all her restraint to not pounce on Veliona right then and there. “This is quite a pitiful show.”
“W-what?” Veliona frowned, her scattered brain struggling to register what could be so pitiful about it. But she’s quick to realize she’s being goaded- rage baited- and decides to lean in. Removing her hand, Veliona boldly plants down onto Bronya’s thigh, making her wife gasp as she doesn’t hesitate to start grinding- gripping the back of the chair for support- not caring for how the damn thing is rocking so hard it will sometimes hit the desk. It breaks Bronya’s facade of a stone-cold mistress, her hands automatically going to Veliona’s hips to guide her, not caring for how ruined her pajamas are going to get.
“Shit.” Bronya groans, unable to stop herself.
“S-see?” Veliona pants, riding Bronya’s thigh, huffing and puffing from the effort, but smiling triumphantly. “See how much I need you?”
“I think this goes beyond the roleplay now.” Bronya smartly says, eyeing Veliona’s neck.
“I don’t fucking care anymore.” Veliona groans, angling her hips just right to bump her clit against Bronya’s thigh with each thrust. “Been thinking about you- dreamed of you- fuck- Bronya-” Roleplay now completely out the window- Bronya breaks all restraints and latches her mouth on Veliona’s breast- suckling like she’s been dying of thirst. Her grip on Veliona’s hip becomes bruising as she pushes her wife forward and they stumble blindly onto the wall- where Veliona’s back slams into with a loud thud- and the pain shocks her spine with pleasure that escapes via a loud moan. Releasing her wife’s breast from her mouth, Bronya swooped up to steal Veliona’s lips, and swiftly filled the sopping cunt with her fingers. Veliona started crying in relief, muffled by Bronya’s mouth on hers, bracing her arms against the wall and thrusting into her wife’s hand desperately as Bronya moved- palming at her clit- circling her fingers inside to all the right places. It’s depraved how fast and sloppy they go for it- how Bronya devours Veliona like a starved woman and Veliona just helplessly takes it- each pleading moan for more swallowed by Bronya. Faster, harder- Bronya knows how merciless Veliona likes it- ignoring the ache in her arm as she keeps getting her wife off until Veliona breaks with a high pitched whine. She shakes and shivers against the wall, mouth uselessly open as Bronya pulls away, admiring just how beautiful Veliona looks as she cums. Her back bows off the wall, thighs curved inwards as her body squeezes and begs for Bronya to stay inside, twitching and shuddering.
Before she’s completely recovered from the afterglow, Veliona drops to her knees- yanking down Bronya’s pants- and suctioning her mouth onto the dripping cunt. Bronya gasps from the surprise and shock of it all- curling fingers through Veliona’s hair- rutting her hips forward and at a better angle for her wife’s tongue to devour her insides. Her pants aren’t even on the ground, just stretched around her knees, which turn inward and shiver from effort in staying standing as Veliona eats her out like a woman starved. Praises of that’s it, good girl, keep going, it feels so good escape Bronya’s lips every other ragged breath- accumulating into a high whine as she releases into Veliona’s mouth with explosive force. Only when Bronya starts pulling Veliona’s hair from overstimulation does Veliona pull away- pull up Bronya’s pants- and stand up to kiss her properly and fully.
“Fuck…” Veliona breathed after pulling away, still obsessed with the blissed-out look on Bronya’s face. “You won’t believe how long I’ve been waiting to do that.” Bronya doesn’t say anything, but she’s looking at Veliona- staring at her- like a predator examining her prey. Veliona stiffens, knowing that look, and feeling her body respond. “B-Bronya?”
“Don’t move.” Bronya commands, pulling away from Veliona to slip to her desk, pulling open a drawer. Veliona shivers from the chill, watching Bronya curiously while backed against the wall, turning hot and bothered upon laying eyes on a strap.
“Wh-why do you have that in here?!” Veliona stutters, squeezing her thighs together.
“Someone left it in here.” Bronya vaguely answers, taking off her pants and panties and equipping the strap, still wearing her coat that tastefully falls over her large breasts. “Someone who enjoys it when I use it on her.” Veliona gulps, pressing harder into the wall as Bronya approaches, pinning her once again. “And I want to see her take it again,” Bronya sneaks her hands between Veliona’s thighs, and they dutifully open for her, maneuvering into position smoothly as Bronya holds onto the curve of Veliona’s ass to hike her wife up the wall- legs going over her shoulders. “She’ll be a good girl and take it, right?”
Veliona’s cunt is throbbing as Bronya slides the toy along the soaked folds, naturally lubing it, ridges and veins teasing the still sensitive clit.
“Yes,” The tip of the toy presses against Veliona’s entrance, teasing, waiting. “I will.”
“Good girl,” Bronya purrs, easing the toy into Veliona, “My good girl.”
“Yours.” Veliona whimpers, breaking around the toy, around Bronya. “Always.”
Bronya pulls out and thrusts once with gravity as her aid, the slap of their bodies coming together along with a sloshing wet sound. Veliona goes completely red, moaning in both pleasure and shame, with nowhere to run as she’s forced open against the wall by her wife’s body. Bronya doesn’t even have to say it, just look down where they’re connected and then back up, smiling at Veliona with a triumphant mischief reminiscent of when they were still children playing video games. Veliona is so wet that the large strap slid in without problem- filling her- and reaching the deepest parts. There’s no more build up, no need to tease or taunt, Bronya immediately starts pounding Veliona- bullying her against the wall- threatening the whole apartment to collapse with the strength and speed.
It begins to ache, sore- and hurt- hurt in a way that just feels too good. Hurt in a way that has Veliona sobbing and crying and screaming as she’s reminded with each violent, desperate thrust that Bronya used to be (will always be) a top Valkyrie. Her strength no longer needed to save the world- able to choose to use it in the most intimate ways- relentlessly, mercilessly spearing into Veliona at her most vulnerable and trusting. It isn’t long before Veliona’s body instinctively starts to crave each rough pump- each powerful thrust- oozing and dripping and hot with a deep desire. Her arms, which had been uselessly flailing against the wall, now throw themselves around Bronya to keep her close- to grip and beg never to let go. Pleas of yes, fuck, keep going, harder, please delivered directly into Bronya’s ear- and she listens- humping harder into the sopping cunt she gets to violate and call her own.
“You look so beautiful like this-” Bronya praises, unable to resist the fucked-out charm of Veliona being slammed against a wall does to her arousal. “A little slut, taking me so eagerly- how deep do you feel me, hm? Do you feel me all the way inside? I hope so, because I want to reach so deep in you, you’ll never get me out. You’ll feel me for days- weeks… forever.” It’s so hot hearing such naughty, possessive words tumble out of Bronya’s mouth between all the thuds, moans, and wet slaps. Veliona knows her wife can’t feel the strap, but she tightens up anyways, heightening the raw sensations of being split open by one of her wives. “You must feel so full with me taking you like this- using you- the only way i can fill you even more is by cumming inside you… fuck my baby intp you.” Veliona keens, not going unnoticed by Bronya, who doubles her efforts. “Fuck, Seele- you like that?” And then Bronya remembers their roleplay from before, leaning forward to groan directly into Veliona’s ear as she continues assaulting the very depths of her womb. “Of course, because you’re my omega. Your body is mine.”
“Fuck, Bronya-” Veliona can’t even string together a single thought, let alone a sentence, but her gaze speaks it all- all that aching love and consent- the desperation as she cries, drools, and forgets how to breath. It’s so hot where they are connected- burning even- scorching all the way into her core where Bronya keeps pounding until it hurts. “Yes- want it, ah, please.”
“Take it,” Bronya huffs, estimating that Veliona is closing to her climax from the way her wife’s legs are starting to tighten. “Cum for me.” Veliona whines and moans, attempting to make the promise- her mind blank and stolen by the pleasure- the pure, raw, unfiltered animalistic instincts of two women slamming against each other. Veliona can’t take it anymore- the naughty words, the assault, the pure ecstacy of it all combined- she cums with explosive force. She forgets what day it is, what world she’s on, and her own name- only able to remember that she is Bronya’s and she’s being fucked. She’s limp and relying fully on Bronya to hold her up- not trying to come down from her high- because her body no longer feels like her own. Eventually, with a groan, Bronya has to ease her legs back down and assist her in standing before pulling out- the emptiness making Veliona whine. Bronya compensates by kissing her again, slow and sensual, unhurried and without the haze of lust blinding them. Veliona pulls her wife in close, grateful, and still shaking on her feet.
They separate- tongues still out with saliva connecting them- facing the door where they hear a crunch sound. The other Seele is there, leaning against the doorframe, casually taking a bite of an apple.
“S-Seele!” Bronya exclaims in surprise, hands flying to the belts of the strap and starting to undo them. “How long have you been there?”
“Not very long,” Seele muses, examining her apple before taking another bite from it. She’s wearing a throw-on dress that she enjoys wearing while at home- not too thin nor thick and not too tight or loose- but still cute. “I woke up not too long ago.”
“Ah,” Veliona smiles apologetically, looking at the small dent in the wall that was left behind from her rear being slammed into it repeatedly. “Sorry.” Bronya is pulling up her panties and pants as Seele comes in and pecks her other on the cheek before giving Bronya the same treatment.
“Let’s clean up and eat breakfast first, we can address the wall later.” Seele offers, both of her wives agreeing as they shuffle out of the room towards the kitchen. Seele stays behind for just a moment longer, contemplating the dented wall with pursed lips. It could be worse- last time they had amazing reunion sex they had broken a full table (which still has not been replaced)- so this is quite tame in comparison. Still, she’ll have to scold them later. Seele takes another bite of her apple as she shakes her head- arms crossed- huffing in amusement. She briefly thinks about not fixing it- about punishing Bronya by having her play her games right next to this broken wall that will always remind her of what transpired- before hearing her name being called from the kitchen. She pockets the thought away for later and turns to join her beloveds for breakfast, to which she cannot resist calling Veliona cute for how she’s glowing at the table.
Surely no one knew why.