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I wanted to do something for you.
It might be a really stupid idea.

It's almost one hundred percent certainly a really stupid idea.

[ but those footsteps are still drawing closer, and soon enough there's a knock. ]

[ despite the annoyed look on her face when she opens the door, she does open it soon enough after the knock that it's probable she was standing there waiting.

or she just moved in the frozen time. plausible deniability! ]

A stupid idea, hm?

[ c-cute... her girlfriend is cute!! she just. takes a moment, looking down at sirin from up close and marveling like a big dumb idiot before she says anything. ]

...yeah. A really, really dumb one. [ she's not really trying to sell it as anything else. a deep breath; she leans in against sirin, resting her chin on the smaller girl's head. ] I... I can't tell you what it is. If I do, you'll say no. But- I want to show you how much I love you. I want to make sure you know.

[ a hand reaches up, strokes at sirin's back. ]

Will you let me?

[ she stares up at stelle, suddenly tensing. despite the way she blushes at the words, how she's surrounded -

- something she'd say no to? something she just has to trust is something good, even though she'd hate the initial idea enough that she can't even be told about it? she's already left herself vulnerable enough that she can openly call this person her girlfriend. is this where the other shoe drops, where it turns out it was all a mistake? no, she's not entirely sure that she's willing to go further than that, but -

it'll be okay, a part of her thinks. she loves you. even if she does something that hurts you, it'll be okay.

after a solid few minutes of consideration, she finally speaks: ]

...Okay. But only if you promise it won't make me hate you.

Edited 2023-10-13 03:48 (UTC)

[ stelle-

doesn't answer, at first. she thinks, and she ruminates, and she turns it over. four seconds, then five, and finally, she just says- ]

I think that if you don't already hate me for what I've done, then this won't make it any worse.

...Okay.

[ she takes a deep breath, balling her fists. ]

Show me.

[ she... leans in, towards sirin's lips.

and then stops.

and just... kind of wilts. ]

...can you close your eyes? I can't do it while you're staring at me like that...

...What, a kiss? It's not like we haven't before...

[ she does close her eyes, though. ]

[ she makes a noncommittal noise, waiting for sirin to close her eyes. she sighs after a moment, leaning in to gently kiss sirin - gently, almost shockingly so. gentler than she's ever been before. gentler than she was in the hall with the two of them both.

she pulls back, just a bit- ]

Sorry about this.

[ -and jams her thumb into sirin's mouth, pulling up hard to force her head back. hard enough to fit the open end of the phial into her suddenly open mouth; hard enough that the sweet red potion flows in immediately. ]

[ oh. the kiss is nice. for a second, she thinks maybe there's something to the whole "could we have normal sex" thing

and then she realizes that stelle wouldn't be like this if that was all that was happening. the alarm bells in her head start sounding but it's too late, because she's been forced to drink something and -

"don't let them make you drink it - "

"it's burning my insides - the pain is killing me - make it stop -"

- she screams. even as the heat (somehow, worse than it was before? when it was just her body betraying her -) spreads through her body, she tries to break away from stelle, doubling over and hugging herself. ]

Y-you - what was that? What did you do?

Oh, you drank it. Good.

[ a smile - and while it's small, it's still genuine. enjoy that, sirin. ]

It's not going to hurt you. [ she's still gentle as she says it. still oddly kind. ] It'll make you feel good. Better than this kind of thing ever felt before. That's all.

[ she crosses the new distance between them, reaching up to run her fingers along sirin's newly sensitive cheek- along the new erogenous zone that is "sirin." ]

If it helps, that's not the part I was worried about.

[ that almost certainly does not help in the slightest. ]

Nyet! It - it burns, it's worse than whatever that idiot K-423 did to our body -

[ the moan that escapes her is absolutely just the lewdest noise she's ever made. she falls forward against stelle, shivering. ]

It's...Stelle, this is too much - what else are you...?

[ she's...

beautiful. adorable. perfect. her queen. stelle watches her almost reverently, cradling kiana against her. if she lets go now, sirin will fall. without support, sirin has no chance of reaching the bed like this.

she can't let go. she needs to stay with her.

she walks sirin over to the bed - pins her down, wrists over her head and her body defenseless. and then, she gives another one of those same kisses, gentle and loving and not enough. ]

[ it really is too much.

already, it's so much she both can't muster a response and can't figure out if she wants to - every touch is like fire on her skin. not flamescion's fire, but pure, unfiltered pleasure that's somehow so unbearably overwhelming yet not enough. when she's pinned, she screams again, kicking and thrashing and uttering a series of curses in russian, but all the strength's gone from her body and every movement she makes against stelle just makes it all worse -

- and then the kiss. the kiss. it's more than everything else, yet still not satisfying outside of the love and safety radiating from it, that alone almost makes her want to melt into it despite the danger her brain is telling her she's in. ]

Shhh. It's okay. I love you. I love you. Ya tebya lyublyu.

[ the pronunciation is imperfect, flawed - but eager, and so, so wanting. she strokes at sirin's cheek, and she slides a leg between sirin's, and she plants little butterfly kisses up and down her neck as she feels her writhe and wail.

she wants to overwhelm her. she wants to make it so that she can't possibly think enough to object. she wants to drag sirin as far down as she can with her, right now. ]

Y-ya t-t-te -

[ she can't even finish saying it before her body trembles in orgasm. the moan that tears its way out of her chest leaves her teary-eyed, and her resistance starts to fade...or rather, it stops being resistance, exactly. she's still kicking and writhing, her tail flicks rapidly beneath her, and she hisses and snaps at stelle but now it's seemingly half to get away and half to get closer, to have more. ]

I - I...please s-stop, I can't - I can't think -

Edited 2023-10-13 05:12 (UTC)

...sorry. But I won't stop. [ she grinds her leg in and against sirin; she leans in, lapping at her ear in messy strokes of her tongue. one hand raises, gropes at sirin's chest until she can roughly pull the fabric open. and the whole time, she just keeps murmuring- ] My queen. Ya tebya lyublyu. Ich liebe dich. I love you. I love you.

[ her fingers, as gentle as they are, are still unspeakably rough against sirin's pale skin. she tugs at a nipple, runs her thumb over it experimentally, cups the whole petite breast - all sorts of touch, torn from sirin's body. control being ripped away, one step at a time. and when the hand finally drops from sirin's cheek - when there are insistent fingers at her cunt, stroking over fabric and eking out what pressure they can- ]

You can't escape me. I'll... I'll always find you.

[ it's a fumbling, awkward line, more moaned out than actually spoken. but it's all she can say, right now. she has to make sure sirin understands. she has to make sure sirin knows why she's doing this. ]

B-but -

[ she's cut off by the squeal she lets out when stelle's leg presses against her and her attempt to continue is interrupted by another broken noise when stelle's tongue meets her ear. she thinks (as much as she can think) she's about to start crying again from being told that stelle won't stop even while she's calling her her queen and saying she loves her, but she doesn't.

then she thinks it'll happen when he breasts are played with, when stelle's fingers touch her, but neither of those do it, either. she just bucks against those groping hands, seeking the pleasure she's still fairly certain she doesn't want, but she manages to hold on, to still stay coherent. and then -

"You can't escape me. I'll always find you."

- that makes her scream out as tears start falling freely from her eyes, and not too long after she comes again, straining her wrists against stelle's wrists while she babbles incoherently: ]

B-Bella, please, please - you're not supposed t-to, you can't, please, I'll be good I promise I'll be a good girl, so please -

Edited 2023-10-13 05:32 (UTC)

[ that sound makes her fumble, pause for a moment. she's heard that before - that terrified whimper, that scream. that name. she wants, right now, to stop - to apologize, to hold sirin close and stroke her hair and let her know that it's alright.

she doesn't. she can't. this time, she has to go all the way for her. for sirin, for kiana, for finality- she has to prove that even that end can't be surpassed.

her own actions grow desperate, quicker and harsher and more aroused by the second. the fingers stroking at the outside of sirin's underwear fumble, rip the cloth off and slip inside almost frantically. the lips at sirin's neck press in even harder, almost bruising as she nips and licks and pants into that beautifully pale skin. and when she finally pulls back, it's only to lean in and kiss her lips directly, full of tongue and teeth and mumbled iloveyouiloveyouiloveyou.

her free hand finally lets go of sirin's wrists - reaches down, fumbles at her own skirt as she tries to push it down. ]

[ she doesn't understand.

she doesn't understand why her precious beloved servant ~~stelle~~ bella would do this to her. her closest and most trusted friend. it'd be better, she thinks, if she just killed her.

but instead she's ignoring her pleas, all for...what, love? is this love? ~~stelle~~ bella does love her. she doesn't doubt that - she can't, because it'd go against everything that's kept her going all this time that wasn't just her desire to punish humanity.

so it has to be love, but why? it doesn't hurt like love normally does. it's no less terrifying, how every touch brings her so close to the edge and then every other touch pushes her over. she really can't think anymore. at least, not about anything beyond how terrifyingly good it all feels, beyond how to angle her hips so she can get more of ~~stelle~~ bella's fingers in her, beyond how she has to pull her beloved servant deeper into a kiss she can barely reciprocate, once her hands are finally released.

she doesn't notice in the least when the skirt starts coming off, not being able to think of much besides how she just needs more. she whines out Bella's name into the kiss, needy and scared all at once. ]

[ bella, bella, bella. she remembers bella. she knows she should be flattered - she is flattered. and yet-

and yet- ]

Stelle. [ it comes out urgent, desperate - just as desperate as the way she finally flings her skirt and underthings to the ground, finally drags sirin down and onto her back until she can reach her mouth unimpeded. ] Say it. Please, Sirin. I need to hear you say it.

[ the flare of her cock rests at sirin's lips, smooth and honeysuckle-sweet and rock hard for her girlfriend. she wants to push in, more than anything.

but she wants to know sirin knows it's her. she wants sirin to remember this - to remember what she is about to do to her. ]

[ stelle.

stelle. it's stelle. that's why it's different. because it's not bella. this is the love she found, not the love she lost and then recreated for herself and then lost again.

and that's stelle's cock. that monstrously huge thing that's so much bigger now that she's so much smaller. her mouth opens for it, not-quite-involuntarily. she licks across the flare, before she finally remembers how to speak - ]

Stelle. Stelle...

[ something about this should scare her. she knows that. it's...too big? is it?

she doesn't know. it's stelle's and stelle loves her...so that's all she needs to think about. everything else hurts too much. ]

[ the sound that escapes stelle's lips is- everything. hurt and eager and so, so aroused. it's everything that she's wanted. it's the last bit of acknowledgment she needed.

it's finally time. ]

Sirin...!

[ her hips roll forward, hard, enough to force herself down sirin's tiny throat. it can't be healthy. it's the sort of thing that would probably cause lasting damage or rupture for anyone else. but she's a god, and maybe, just maybe, she can take it-

so she has to make sure. she has to make absolutely, unmistakably sure sirin has no way out. she reaches forward, slips her fingers inside sirin's cunt at this new and strange angle; her other hand reaches down, tightening its grip around sirin's throat. she won't be able to breathe like this, with her throat filled to the brim with cock and a hand constricting it even tighter.

and then, without letting up for even a second, she begins to thrust - rapid, harsh, long strokes that go all the way down past sirin's collarbone. ]

[ oh, she thinks, as that cock is forced into her mouth and throat, wrenching her jaw open far more than it ought to be, stretching her throat far past capcity.

I understand now, her thoughts continue, as fingers enter her cunt and stelle crushes her throat that's so close to bursting apart, as the choking and gurgling moan that almost came out around stelle's cock is strangled along with sirin herself. she comes again, despite and because of that pain that's beyond unbearable. and then again, as stelle's cock goes far too deep into her body, splitting tissue and cracking bone.

Stelle's going to kill me, she realizes. Stelle's not Bella, so even though she loves me she's going to kill me just like she wanted, and that's just how it has to be. That's what love is for me.

That's how it always is. This is how it always ends. ]

Edited 2023-10-13 06:34 (UTC)

[ it's not pleasurable. it's the most entrancing thing she's ever seen. it hurts. it feels so, so good. it's awful, the sound of bone and flesh parting. she doesn't want to hear it. she doesn't want to feel sirin die beneath her.

she has to do it. she has to keep going, simply because she needs sirin to understand what will wait on the other side of it. she twitches and throbs inside her beloved girlfriend, and while she can't afford to let go of sirin's throat or stop working at sirin's cunt-

she can at least stumble on words she's been meaning to say. ]

Shhh. Shhh. It's okay. I'm here. I won't... I'm sorry. It hurts, I know, but- I'm here.

[ another long pull, drawing her hips all the way back before slamming forward again. ]

I'm here. Ya tebya lyublyu. I'll be here when you wake up. I won't leave, so-

[ a choked sound; even as she fucks sirin's throat, the feeling of tears dropping down onto her abdomen might still make it through. ]

I'll be here. I'm here, no matter what.

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