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Atalante Alter struggles with the idea of sex. Why people want it. Why people are willing to do it. Maybe she just needs to find what gets her in the mood?
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It's Not Weird For Friends To Game In Panties Together
For the last day of the @nasuversepromptweeks kink week, we have a free space, and so I wrote something unrepentantly stupid and goofy. Osakabehime x Gudako.
Words: ~500
Summary: It was just hot, alright? It didn't have to be weird. But Osakabehime was very worried that it might get weird real soon.
Also on Ao3
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In Osakabahime’s defense, it started normal.
Gudako had started coming over to her room to play videogames. Osakabehime had been a little flustered at her coming to her room so often at first, but after a while, she’d started to look forward to it. She’d even gotten a couch off Amazoness.com so that she could watch and give advice when Gudako when playing. Some people might have accused her being a backseat gamer, but Gudako didn’t complain! Mostly!
It had all started going wrong when the A/C broke. Well, technically, it wasn’t really A/C, it was magical temperature regulation, but the important thing was it started going wrong after a Singularity, and Chaldea was suddenly way too hot all the time.
So Osakabehime had started only wearing underwear when she was alone in her room. Which was fine, except that she forgot Gudako was coming over until she’d already opened the door and seen Osakabehime laid out on the couch wearing barely anything.
Obviously, Osakabehime had been embarrassed, mostly about looking like an inconsiderate slob, but Gudako had quickly closed the door behind her and started complaining about the heat as she stripped down to her underwear too.
So it wasn’t weird at that point. Probably. It was just hot, and they both wanted to cool off even just a little.
…It definitely got weird when they started getting naked.
Even that was just trying to escape the heat, though. And it had helped a little at first. Except that Osakabehime started getting a little… distracted. When it had just been Gudako in her underwear, she could ignore now. But now that her Master was completely naked, she kept catching herself staring at her instead of the TV when they were playing.
Not good. She was gonna get caught, and then-
“Hey, Okki, you don’t have to keep trying to hide that you’re staring,” Gudako said.
“Eh? C-Chotto a minute, you’re chigawrong!” Osakabehime said quickly. “I’m not miteooking at you!”
Gudako paused the game and held up her hand, showing off the command seals on the back of it. “By my command spell, be honest and answer all my questions for the next ten minutes.”
“Wh- what the heck are you doing wasting command seals on something like that, Ma-chan?” Osakabehime yelped.
Gudako turned back to the game. “So, you’ve been looking, right?”
“N-Not on purpose! Mostly!” Osakabehime said.
Gudako grinned, glancing back at Osakabehime. “Like what you see?”
“J-Just a chisaittle,” Osakabehime mumbled, poking her fingers together.
“Wanna masturbate? I don’t mind.”
“Eh?!” Osakabehime said. “What the heck are you talking about?!”
“I’m saying you can flick the bean while I’m playing,” Gudako said. “I can do a pose for you, if you want.”
At that point, this whole thing was completely, irredeemably weird. So Osakabehime gave up.
Day 6 of kink week from @nasuversepromptweeks, with the prompt "Taboo/New Limits". I really like how this one turned out. Kiara Sessyoin focused, with Mordred x Kiara Sessyoin included.
Words: ~900
Summary: Beast III/R was defeated in the underwater base SE.RA.PH and ceased to be. But before it was destroyed, it planted one final seed, the last of Kiara Sessyoin. That woman swore herself to obedience and contentment, so long as her contract persisted and her Master resisted her. She voluntarily stopped herself from consuming all those around her. But even a woman who is fasting can't be blamed if she happens to swallow when an insect flies into her mouth.
Also on Ao3
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There’s a certain eroticism in being chaste.
Kiara had sought to feel all the pleasure possible, but in being thwarted, she’d found a new pleasure in that denial. It was almost like a new form of BDSM. She was surrounded by delicious cakes of all sorts of flavours and shapes, but she was bound tightly in place, unable to reach for any of them. She could only make pleasing faces and noises, begging with her eyes for the people around her to carefully pick up one of those cakes and press it to her lips. Some of them would carefully take a small piece on a fork and gently feed it to her. Some would push it aggressively against her face, covering her in icing and making a mess of her for their own gratification. Still others would bring the cake so agonisingly close that she could reach her tongue out and just barely taste the icing before they pulled it away again, laughing at her desperation.
It was simply divine. Chaldea was the finest cake shop she’d ever seen, and her bounds were as unyielding as steel.
As an Alter-Ego, she was “tamed” for now. So long as her Master didn’t lay a hand on her or die, she wouldn’t become a Beast. She wouldn’t reach out to pick the ripe fruits all around her. Or even better, tear down the bitter unripened ones and crush them with her teeth, revelling in the sin of it as their bitter juices dripped down her face, denied the opportunity to ever grow properly before they were picked. To pick the rotting fruits from the ground and shove them into her mouth, savouring their sickly sweetness and foul aftertaste. She was a woman who would consume anything she could wrap her hands around, and the buddha had blessed her with hands enough to grasp all within her sight. But all those many hands were tied now, and so she instead wandered through a garden of delights without picking so much as a flower.
But she was still herself. She might not pick anything by her own hand, but she could be patient. She would stand under a tree for days, her mouth open as she waited for the fruit to fall.
The first to fall had been something of a surprise. She had expected her charms to first ensorcel the most unrestrained of the men. Those who would lust after any woman who crossed their vision. But perhaps because of her unusual existence, their eyes seemed to slide off of her. For now. Eventually, she was sure they would see her, and desire her. And she wouldn’t rebuke their advances.
But the first to come to her room was the Knight of Treachery.
Mordred came angry. They were riled up, irritated, looking to lash out. Through some kind of instinctual perception, they’d noticed the subtle allure that leaked from Kiara long before any of the mages noticed anything amiss.
“Hey, you stupid slut,” they snapped, pushing Kiara up against the wall angrily. “Stop flouncing around Chaldea so frivolously. You trying to draw in my father or something? Or maybe Master?”
“I’m only being myself,” Kiara said. Outwardly, she maintained her composure, but internally, excitement coursed through her. The thrill of being the hunted, a pleasure she enjoyed just as much as being the one who hunted.
“Don’t give me that shit,” Mordred growled. “You’re trying to lure someone to your bed. You can’t trick me.”
“I don’t deny that,” Kiara said. “But who says it has to be the King of Knights?”
She raised a hand to caress Mordred’s cheek, stopping just short of touching before slowly lowering it.
Mordred grasped her wrist roughly.
“If you’re just looking for someone to rut you like the beast in heat you are, then even I can do that.”
Mordred’s pleasure was like a firework. Noise and flame and bright lights, but only spectacle, lacking the fear that came from a gunshot or an open flame. They were aggressive, but not sadistic. Rough but not vicious. Kiara accepted their boldness and their energetic lovemaking. She took it all, and teased out more and more. She teased out Mordred’s weakness to being touched themself. Their bashfulness. Their tenderness. Their whimpers and moans, as well as their panting growls and howls of triumph. Kiara slowly wrung every novel side of Mordred out of them until the knight was drained and spent.
It was delicious. It was luxurious. It was a fine meal after weeks of fasting, and Kiara gorged herself and then lay back, bloated, to digest. Mordred slunk out deep into the night to return to their own room, despite’s Kiara’s offers to let them stay.
Ah, well. Just as well, perhaps, to let the last morsel escape. It would be a shame to devour everything at once, just when she was starting to appreciate the pleasure of abstaining.
For now, she was sated again. She felt warm and full, her body dirty and her clothes tossed aside like garbage, doubtless damaged by Mordred’s rough undressing. She relished the idea of slowly inspecting every tear tomorrow.
But now, she would rest.
The first fruit had fallen into her mouth. As she licked the juices off her face, she was already looking for the next promising tree.
