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I hadn’t expected my birthday party to be near as big as it was. I knew that my fellow Justice members had been planning a surprise party for quite a while now, but they really pulled out all the stops. It was supposed to be a surprise, but Gigi is as subtle as she is quiet. The smaller girl had dropped hints about going to a strip club, feeling out her thoughts on the idea of watching a dancer. Of course she had said no, that she wouldn’t ever like to be one of those people who suddenly had a sex worker burst into their house on a special day to dance in front of all her friends. Her beloved little friend looked disappointed but nodded and made a comment about cancelling a reservation, and that had let her know that she had inadvertently ruined the surprise as well as dodged a bullet.
Bookmarking a Birthday
Author: Satashi
Elizabeth was happy. The kind of happiness that came from having friends all around her, music playing a little too loudly, and a whole buffet of food brought by guests. Everyone she met in Hololive was there, even the girls she struggled to talk to but wanted to be friends with. Language barriers were more of a suggestion to them, both sides able to communicate with passion and song to form friendships good enough to clear a night out of the month just for her.
Even Advent was there, which she shouldn’t have been surprised about. The days of the Cell were long gone and their relationship now was that of coworkers and friends. Even if she still used the excuse of monitoring, everyone knew that she was just happy that they were finally able to enjoy their lives.
Nerissa was close to her most of the night. Small flirts, little winks, and touches that lingered just a bit longer than needed were always in tow when they were around. She enjoyed their company, thanked them for the gift of a pillow full of preened feathers, and listened in awe about how sleeping on a pillow of demon feathers was supposed to absorb stress and bad dreams, leaving the user to wake up feeling refreshed and energized.
Of course Bijou had spilled the beans that it was made up, but she still appreciated the notion. Home made gifts were her favorite, and it was obvious the raven had spent months preening their wings and saving them just for this moment. Elizabeth still smiled, enjoying the chaos of a stuttering Nerissa, the laughter of the dog girls, and basked in the thoughts that everyone was close enough to be comfortable around one another now.
“And then,” Gigi’s loud voice grabbed her attention and she turned to the smaller girl. “I was going to hire a dancer, but someone is a goody two shoes and shot it down!”
“I’m sure everyone here is thanking me for it, Gigi.” Elizabeth didn’t hesitate to call back to them. “No one wants to see a half naked woman grinding on me.”
“I do!”
“Besides Ollie,” she amended.
A blush was still on her face. The idea had refused to leave her mind. She had been curious about it, honestly, but she knew that she was too uptight and rule-following to ever go for it. It would be a distant memory soon, and she would be thankful she didn’t suffer the embarrassment of having all her coworkers and friends watching a scantily clad woman on her lap while she struggled to string two words together without stuttering all over herself.
The cake came soon enough. A large one, several tiers tall, with an excessive amount of candles because someone thought it would be funny to make her feel older than she actually was. Her wish had been simple that year; that everyone she knew would be happy. That’s all she really needed, happiness.
But gifts were always welcome. Box after box was opened, bags were looked into, and she thanked everyone around herself when she received their gift. Some gave them in bulk while others snuck them to her when she was away from everyone. There was a growing pile of things off to the side and for a moment she was concerned about how she would be able to get all of them back home in one trip.
“Hey, birthday girl.” Shiori’s voice was soft but she still caught it. She always did. She could pick it out in a crowd of a hundred people, and heard the smile underneath it that promised either a playful joust of wits or honest compliments. Sometimes, she got both.
“Shiori, I’m glad you came.”
“Oh?” Those golden eyes looked up at her from their height difference. The girl before her only came to her shoulder but they had always been the one she had thought stood the tallest. A casual stance, full of confidence with a tint of arrogance, as if she knew that she was the smartest person in the room. Yet they never offended, just coming off as casual or indifferent, like she knew the answer but enjoyed seeing other people come to the same conclusion during a conversation.
“Yeah, I mean... I have to monitor you and all... if you weren’t here but everyone else was, I’d have to go find you.”
They smiled up at her. “You’d leave your birthday party and all of your friends, just to spend time with me?”
“I mean... yeeeaaaah?” Her voice trailed, eyes looking away from them to find something to change the topic too.
“Relax, relax, I won’t tease you too much tonight.” Shiori reached both hands forward, palms up, as if requesting for Elizabeth’s to be placed atop them. “Come here, I have a gift for you.”
She looked at the hands, then back up at their face before taking them both. “Oh? Thank you.” She was gently pulled, following as Shiori walked backwards to the couch. “Should I be worried that I don’t see a box or anything?”
“Yes,” they grinned at her. Together they sat onto the sofa and looked at one another. Around them the party was still in full swing. Everyone was talking so loudly, people were dancing together, and others were chatting while eating desserts. Yet through it all, they seemed to hear one another just fine despite drowning in chaos.
“What is it?” Liz wanted to brush some hair behind her ear, or maybe play with that long strand of hair that never seemed to stay down. Shiori kept their hands together and for once she felt embarrassed. The idea of asking them if they were finally going to bark like a chicken for her came up but she pushed it down, fearful they might actually do it in front of everyone.
“My gift,” Shiori said in a way that seemed just for her. “Is a bookmark. A memory of your choosing.”
“A... memory?”
“Well, a fake memory. But a memory.” Shiori’s fingers moved to interlace their hands instead of just touching. “I want you to close your eyes and imagine something you want. A vacation maybe? A trip to a snow covered mountain to ski the slopes? A hot beach with perfect sand and waves? Maybe you just want to relax on a cruise with your friends? Think it, and I’ll make it for you. A memory you can relive any time you want, as long as I breathe, in the form of a bookmark.”
“Re...ally?” She was stunned. A personal gift, created from their magic, and offered in a way that would let her use it as much as she wanted, even if it would draw upon their powers when she did. “That won’t... make you feel weak or anything, would it?”
“Oh girl, no. I could do dozens of these a day. For you it will feel like you have all the time in the world. For us, you will look like you’re asleep for a few minutes.” Shiori’s eyes began to glow as the spell started to be cast. “Just imagine it. What do you want?”
They began to lean in closer to touch their foreheads together. Elizabeth began to panic, her heart racing as different scenarios came to mind. She wished she had time to think about it, to carefully choose something that was neat and orderly, that she could plan, have everything perfect...
But she guessed that’s why Shiori didn’t give her that time. They wanted it to be a heart’s desire, something she might have wanted for ages now. Her own eyes closed and she rested her head against Shiori’s. The music around them seemed to pick up and she heard cheers from the side along with Gigi announcing that she would be the dancer that night if no one else would be.
And for a split second, she imagined what it would have been like to have gotten that dance.
The music faded into a new, more familiar song. Unholy. She had sung it many times in karaoke before so the opening called to her. Red eyes began to open and she looked into the smoldering eyes of gold before her. Shiori’s hands let go of her own, body moving quickly but fluidly, and before she knew it, Shiori was straddling her.
“Uhm,” Elizabeth looked up at them in shock, hands now hovering on either side of their body, unsure of where to put them. “Shiori? What’s... going on?”
The woman on top of her legs grinned down at her in a way that she had never seen on their face. Without warning they were moving to the music, body pushing up against her own. Elizabeth leaned back, trying to gain some uncertain distance, but Shiori pushed closer. Thighs were against her legs, arms moving by her head.
Shiori was dancing so slowly, every motion intentional. Elizabeth's fingers twitched, palms going to their hips, then moving away, back again, then down to the couch cushion to grasp ahold of. The archiver atop her slid hands into her hair and pulled her to their chest,, body moving along with the action to shove her face into cleavage.
“Uhm, Shiori!?” Her voice was muffled by breasts, eyes wide. “What are you-nnghhh!?” The slow roll of hips against her crotch made her words fumble into embarrassing groans of surprised emotions. “Shi-Shioriiiiiieeeyyyyyy!?”
Hands grasped her shoulders, pinning her back to the couch. Her eyes widened, mouth going dry as she stared at the erotic, grinding motions the girl was making on her. Shockingly nobody around was reacting to it. Not a single person was looking, not even Nerissa. Elizabeth spared a glance to the side, where Cece and Gigi were talking. Her eyes went another direction, seeing Calliope and Kiara leaning in close to one another, in their own little world.
The song shifted into a new one and the motions the woman atop her made changed to reflect it. Faster, more intent, Shiori started to dance atop her. Hands went to their shirt to grasp the hem of it so they could lift it above their head. For a second she wanted to stop them, to prevent her friend from getting topless at her party, but her hands didn’t move.
A black bra, made of simple, plain, boring cotton. Yet right now it was the most erotic thing she had ever seen. Their stomach was taut, abs showing a bit with their motions. Elizabeth stared, unblinking, as a droplet of sweat rolled from Shiori’s armpit down into the side strap of their underwear, and she licked her lips.
Shiori’s hands slid along their own body, atop those perky, covered breasts, and then traced down the middle of their stomach, across a belly button, to unlatch the button of bluejeans. Elizabeth stared, wide eyed, at the sight. A thumb hooked between the zipper and their skin and pushed, making the jeans go slack.
They were off her in the next instant, facing away, bent over and wiggling their rear end inches from her face. The denim was going down, revealing the same boring cotton as above. Full coverage, simple, and worn thin in some places. Nothing erotic, nothing sexy, but Elizabeth felt her core clench in need from seeing it.
The pants went slack once it was over the thighs and Shiori used their feet to step onto their own clothing so they could get out of it. By now there was a new song playing but Liz couldn’t focus on it. She once again had Shiori on her lap, down to their underwear, and they were bucking and grinding as if they were having sex.
Red eyes tore from the breasts that were pushed against her face and once again looked around. No one seemed to notice, let alone care that they were doing this. In front of all their friends, at a public party, between coworkers, and not a single one took notice that Shiori was reaching back to undo their brastrap.
She gasped, amazed at the sight. Shiori’s nipples were lightly brown instead of pink, and for some stupid reason that made the fire on her chest flutter in arousal. Again she reached her hands up, fingers spread as if to grasp, but Shiori giggled at her and interlaced their fingers on both hands to push them back and above her head.
“Keep your hands here. Wrists together.” Shiori put her hands atop one another and pressed them down, as if cuffing them. “If you move your hands below your head, or if your wrists come apart, I’m stopping.”
“U-understood.” She did as she was told, face burning from embarrassment. She kept her hands there, above, as Shiori once again slid back to dance before her. Their fingers teased the panties, pulling them up high so they creased between their folds, then pushed one side down to reveal a thick patch of white pubic hair with scattered black hairs interlaced in it.
Her breathing was so hard that she felt light headed. Shiori was topless before her, dancing, swaying, letting their breasts bounce freely and intentionally close to her face, and she couldn’t do anything but watch. Her fingers flexed, body aching to move, but she held strong, not daring to stop whatever this was from continuing.
Her dancer finally had enough teasing and moved the panties down slender legs. One foot stepped out of them and then the other. Elizabeth stared, eyes locking in on the strands of slick that trailed after the fabric and broke into thin arches. One of them stuck to the side of Shiori’s thigh, the rest seemingly chasing the panties downwards until the archiver balled the cotton up.
They were atop her again, straddling, eyes glowing dimly. “Open.” The command was simple but so confusing at the same time.
“Open?” Her question got a raised eyebrow, like a mistress looking at a pet that had just questioned them. She was about to apologize and ask for more clarification but Shiori gently pinched her chin with both hands and eased her jaw downwards. “Ah?” Her word cut off, eyes dilating in a humiliated thrill of excitement when those panties were pushed into her mouth.
She felt Shiori’s fingers put pressure on her tongue, tasted the sweat and slick of their nether region smearing its tang across her taste buds, and then gagged as the fabric was pushed the rest of the way in. Shiori wasn’t being easy, forcing the entire thing into her mouth to the point where it kept it open, not just stuffed but honestly gagged on them.
“Ssshhhh...” Shiori put a finger to their lips and grinned. “Good girls don’t talk, do they?” Their gaze flicked back up to the wrists Liz had above her head, then they grinned. “And you’re being good, so I’ll keep going.”
“Mmmnn... mnnnff!” She panted around the gag, unsure if she wanted to breathe through her nose to get air or if she should huff through the panties to get more of that taste throughout her mouth. Either way, Shiori was moving their hands over her sides, bunching up her shirt, and moving to the latch of her own jeans.
She squirmed, eyes closing for a moment before opening again to look around. Still no one watching. Shiori was naked, she had panties in her mouth, and no one even saw them. It was insane, completely bonkers that no one had disturbed them over the course of... five songs now? She didn’t even know anymore.
“Hips.” Shiori’s simple word brought her focus back. Liz looked down, realizing that her friend had grasped her pants and panties at the same time. Their request was obvious but she struggled to do it in front of all their friends. “Hips,” they said again, this time with no room for denial.
Elizabeth took several deep breaths tinted with Shiori’s sweat and lust before pushing her weight onto her feet and raising her lower body from the couch. Her pants were pulled on, her panties going with them, and she lowered back down when Shiori got them to her knees. They continued to push the denim and cotton to ankles, where it bunched up against socks and sneakers.
For a moment she was wondering if Shiori would strip her completely but they seemed fine leaving them like that. The friend turned stripper leaned back a little bit, grasped both ankles, and stood up with them in their grasp. Elizabeth slid downwards on the couch, her hands still ‘bound’ above her head. Her butt was hanging off the end of the cushion now and Shiori was pushing her ankles upwards.
She was flexible but Shiori was asking a lot of her. Shockingly she didn’t feel the pain of the stretch, her body being folded in half until her legs were above her head. Her friend was grinning, eyes brighter now, and finally grasped one of her hands to move it. Her wrists came apart but she wasn’t given freedom. Instead, they put her palm against her own leg and forced it up into the crumpled denim at an ankle, locking it in place.
Her face was burning. She might be a little slow on the uptake but the grab your own ankles and hold your legs up position wasn’t something she could not understand. Her other hand met a similar fate as her first, and she was there, on the couch, at her own birthday party, completely exposed and bound without a shred of rope or magic.
Shiori sank back down, hands grabbing her thighs and mouth leaning in to kiss around her pubic mound. Her head leaned back, eyes scrunching closed. Another kiss brought a moan coated in embarrassment and a third made her shiver. Both hands grasped at her legs, struggling to keep hold despite her own jeans acting like cuffs keeping her hands where they needed to be.
The entirety of her body was shuddering. All of her friends were around her but she was lying like that, her core fully exposed to a criminal on their knees before her. She felt their nose brushing against her pubic hair and the warmth of their breath fanning out against her folds. Everything was so wet that it was collecting and running lines down her butt, where Shiori’s hands grasped and fondled her.
“Ngh! Mmnn!?” Every sound felt like a scream, as if people could hear it over the thumping music and the indistinct chatter of everyone having a good time. Her hands grasped at her ankles more firmly, panties, muffling the sounds of bliss given when Shiori’s tongue dragged up her slit.
Her lungs were struggling, breath heaving around the gag in her mouth. Shiori’s mouth was upon her now, face pushed against her folds as that tongue worked her. Up and down, in and out, they gasped and lapped at her most intimate area without a moment’s hesitation.
It was so loud in her ears. She could hear the sounds they made over the music, over the people talking around her. Wet and slimy, mixed with ragged breaths taken in around strands of slick connecting their face to her core. Then, just when she thought she could deal with it, she felt their finger. Small and thin, it pushed into her opening without resistance.
Elizabeth’s eyes fluttered open again, then closed, head lulling to the side now that Shiori was pushing their luck with a second. The pads of their fingers were pushing upwards against her, seeking her out, rubbing back and forth in a come hither motion that was making goosebumps break out all over her exposed bottom half.
She tried to look, to watch, but it felt so good that she let her head fall to the other side, re-closing her eyes and focusing on the feeling. Shiori’s tongue was swirling her clit, loudly lapping at her like a dog drinking after being in a desert. The opposition was absolutely humiliating in the best way possible, adding to the already overwhelming sensation of sex in public.
Her fingernails pressed into her skin, arms tugging her legs backwards more in an attempt to offer more of herself to the woman working her. Sounds of fingers were echoing around her, slapping against her folds, wetness slurping them back and forth. She could hear their breath, how it puffed out against her clit, each swallow they made to force down the slick coating their mouth.
“Mmmnn! Mmmmnnnnffff!” She was screaming into the gag, words of warning lost in the cotton flavored of Shiori. The woman still seemed to hear her, keeping their pace in the right way, not over stimulating or pushing too fast, as if they knew exactly how to bring her to the peak without being told.
And she did peak. Loudly, with rolling up eyes, she came. Embarrassment covered her whole body as she wreathed and squirmed, grasping her own ankles as she sprayed onto Shiori’s face. It was humiliating but felt so good that she began to love the feeling of knowing everyone was watching her shatter like glass from this small woman’s tongue and fingers.
The world started to come back to her as her body blitz began to fade. Shiori was looking up at her, face covered in lust from their actions, hair wet and dripping down their cheeks to their neck. They withdrew the fingers from her sex and licked them, keeping eye contact the entire time.
She was so shy, so embarrassed, but she still didn’t dare break what she was told. She held onto herself, even as Shior’s nude body slid up her own. The panties were bit by their teeth, pulling them out and revealing her dry mouth to the air once again. Before she could try and close it, Shiori was back, tongue moving out to smear her own love against her tongue.
Liz groaned into the kiss, returning it with a fevered passion. Tongues moved against each other, pushing and fighting for dominance. Spit and lust dripped from their chins, faces hot and breath deep. Shiori pulled back first, grinning at her in their own special way. “Happy birthday, Elizabeth Rose bloodflame,” they cooed at her knowingly.
Shiori leaned back in and Elizabeth closed her eyes to kiss them once more. This time, however, they touched their forehead to her own. Hands reached for hers, pulling them from their denim prison to hold. Slowly their breaths began to sync and Liz leaned forward to try and get one more kiss, only to be giggled at.
“...What is it?” Liz asked softly, opening her eyes. Shiori was right in front of her, grinning madly, eyes shining. “...Shiori?” Elizabeth pulled back a little, blinked, and suddenly realized their position had changed. They were sitting on the couch, holding hands, but Shiori was dressed. She was dressed. “Wha... huh?”
“Oh she looks so confused!” Cecilia’s voice was laughing, pointing at her. “Welcome back, Liz! Where did you go? A cruise? I bet it was a cruise.”
Gigi nudged their friend and gave a huge smile. “No, I bet she spent her entire mental vacation at her desk working!”
Raora leaned over the back of the couch, giggling at them. “That sounds like her. Was it good, Liz? When Shiori told us she could do that, we all hoped she would offer it.”
She suddenly remembered. Shiori had offered her a memory of her own choosing, something she could relive at any moment, and had leaned in to her. Cheeks burned darkly and she laughed just a little too loudly to try and cover the roaring inferno of shame and embarrassment for what she had chosen. “Hahaha! Y-yeah! I was... boating! With friends! With jet skis and a beach!”
Shiori let go of her hands, made a little flourish with them, and a bookmark appeared in the air. The thin piece of paper had ink smearing over it, as if alive, and was handed over. “Just put this to your forehead and think about the memory. It will replay in your mind. You didn’t have a very long one, so in the real world you might be asleep for a minute, but you’ll feel as if you relived the entire thing.
Elizabeth slowly reached for it. “I... Is it always the exact same?”
“Sorry, but you can’t change memories.Well you can’t. I can. Each time you do it, it will be exactly the same... although... if you want to make some new memories with me, I’m down.” Their lips turned up a little bit more, eyes glowing.
She swallowed thickly and finally took the bookmark. She had no idea if Shiori knew what she had seen, if the magic worked that way as well, but they didn’t appear to have any ill-will toward her. “...Thank you, Shiori. I’ll enjoy this...”
“I hope the trip to the ski slopes were good.”
“They were,” she answered quickly.
Shioori’s eyebrow raised. “Thought you went to the beach?”
“I- I mean...” Liz flinched and looked away, cheeks aflame. “Did you... see it too?”
“Mmmm... who knows?” Shiori stood up, smoothed out their clothes, and grinned at her. “See you later, birthday girl.”