Under the Skirts
|Characters are 18+|MDNI|Natsai Onai x Weiss Starling|word count: 1.6k~
Synopsis: Natsai sneaks into Weiss’s room while her extended family is visiting.
Heels clicked against the marble tile in the Starling manor, quick, but uneven.
Weiss massaged her throbbing temples, the ache threatening to split her skull in twain.
She needed space away from her extended family, and desperately. All the talk of vile, old fashioned pure blooded traditions made her ill.
Weiss fumbled with the knob to her bedroom door and opened it, stumbling inside and shutting it behind her.
She immediately discarded every ounce of her grace and finesse as she fell onto her large mattress covered in pristine sheets, kicking off her shoes to make herself slightly more comfortable and covering her face with a pillow, a feeble attempt to lessen the pressure behind her eyes.
tap tap tap
Weiss groaned, the taps on her window only heightening her aching.
Tap Tap Tap
A tad louder.
She groaned even louder, her annoyance turning to exasperation as she sat up, determined to scare off whatever bird was pecking at her window.
Though to her surprise, it wasn’t a bird tapping at her window.
It was none other than her girlfriend, Natsai Onai, the tips of her toes dangerously perched on the edge of the window frame.
She shot Weiss a surprisingly nonchalant smile and wave.
Weiss, the ache in her head lessening only slightly from the sheer shock of the moment, quickly gets up from her bed and unlatches her window, sliding the pane up and open.
“Are you mental-?!” Weiss whispered, as to make sure her relatives, or any of the staff hears.
Natsai dusts off her trousers before she climbs through the window, casually, cupping her hands around Weiss’s flushed cheeks with a cheeky grin, “what? Can I not come visit my darling during the holidays?”
She leans in, planting eager kisses all over Weiss’s flushed face.
“Not when my relatives are over-“ Weiss protests, though not too harshly as Natsai peppers her face with kisses.
“I have missed you..” Natsai’s kisses travel down to Weiss’s lips, the kisses becoming a tad harsher as she gripped her waist, pushing her back against her vanity with a less than graceful clamber.
Even with the risk of anyone walking in, Weiss didn’t fight it.
There was always something about Natsai that was so intoxicating for her.
And after all.
Her headache was waning.
Weiss groped at Natsai’s shoulders, instinctively pulling her closer as a familiar warmth pooled in her belly.
Natsai’s hand traveled ever so slightly down to Weiss’s hip.
But before it could go lower, a soft rapping came at the door.
Both women froze, gaze shifting towards it.
“Who is it?” Weiss asked, trying to mask her growing lust with the ache she was previously feeling.
“Master Weiss? May I come in?” It was Corky, Weiss’s assigned house elf.
Weiss’s mind began to race, her eyes frantically darted around her bedroom, searching desperately for a place to hide Natsai without Corky hearing anything.
Then it hit her.
Her dress.
It was long, and quite puffy with all of the added layers and petticoat.
It had to do.
“Get under my skirts.” Weiss mumbled, pushing Natsai onto her knees before lifting her dress, concealing her girlfriend within the many layers of fabric and lace.
“Open your legs-“ Natsai quietly protested.
“No.”
“I can’t breathe-“
“I don’t care.”
Weiss sat down in her stool and rested her elbow against her vanity, cradling her head in her hand as the doorknob jiggled and the door opened.
Corky stepped inside, carrying a small tea tray with her magic.
“Where you dozing, master? Corky thought you were mumbling.”
Weiss peeked up from her hand, putting on the act of fatigue as she noted her legs being carefully spread apart by two hands, “maybe I was, I don’t remember…” Natsai must have needed that extra room.
“Tea?” Corky brought the tray over to the vanity.
“Yes please…”
Amongst the soft clatter of the tea tray and fine china, Weiss felt a wet, warm flick against her sensitive bundle of nerves before it became engulfed by a ring of plump, wet flesh.
She gasped softly, her legs clamping together around the woman betwixt them.
She put her head in her hand, attempting to play it off as another wave of throbbing pain washing over her head.
“How is your head? Still agonizing?” Corky asked as she poured some tea into a cup.
Weiss nods, softly clearing her throat, “It comes and goes..” she mumbles, trying to keep as even of a tone as possible against the gentle suction against her clit.
Corky sets a cup of tea in front of Weiss, “perhaps Corky should rub your neck.”
Weiss sits up, her mouth hung open with soft, ragged breathing, “you know-I don’t think that’s-“
“Nonsense! It always helped when you with small”
Corky pulled up her stool behind Weiss, stepping upon it as she placed her hands on the nape of Weiss’s neck.
With the only prying eyes in the room off of her face, Weiss allowed herself to let go a little.
While Corky massaged her neck, Weiss closed her eyes, playing off her soft breathing and moaning as the ache in her head washing away from Corky’s massaging, and not because her girlfriend’s tongue lapped between her folds and devoured her like a starved man.
“You know, you have had so many headaches lately,” Corky chimes in, “perhaps Corky should set up an appointment at St. Mungos for you.”
Weiss simply nodded in response, her entire focus on the growing heat between her legs.
Natsai’s lips wrapped around Weiss’s clit, a gentle, yet effective suction pulsing around it in synch with the tip of her tongue flicking across the pretty pink bud of sensitive flesh.
She pulls away, only briefly to take a soft inhale before diving back in.
Weiss gently grips onto the fabric of her dress with one hand, the other being placed on the back of Natsai’s underneath the layers, holding her in place.
Natsai’s jaw opened more, completely engulfing Weiss’s entire pussy in her mouth, her tongue, still working wonders against Weiss’s throbbing clit, now traveling betwixt her folds, gently and teasingly probing her entrance with the tip.
Weiss bites her lip, choking back the loud moan threatening to escape her throat into a softer, more contained one.
A bead of sweat began to emerge from her forehead, dripping down her brow.
She had completely forgotten about her headache, the throbbing pain in her head now replaced with a different kind of throbbing, much lower.
“Is that better?” Corky asked, gently rubbing Weiss’s shoulder.
“Oh yes-“ Weiss breathed out, “thank you..”
“Of course, master..Corky hopes you will feel better soon..”
Weiss gripped onto her dress a bit tighter, she was so close…
“perhaps after a bit of rest..”
“Oh-! Corky shall get your nightgown then-“
“No it’s quite alright Corky, you’ve done more than enough for me…” Weiss mumbled breathlessly, “go back to the gathering and enjoy your evening…I can get these clothes off by myself..”
Corky smiled, bowing in respect of Weiss’s wishes, “alright, sleep well master.”
“I will..thank you for the tea.”
Corky bowed once more before walking back up to the door, opening it up with her magic and stepping out, shutting it behind her.
The click of the door shutting was almost like a trigger.
Weiss hunched over, holding Natsai’s head firmly against her throbbing wet heat while the other gripped tightly onto her vanity.
“Merlin~! Natty don’t stop-I’m so close~!” Weiss softly moaned out.
Natsai’s tongue broke through the clenching ring of muscle of Weiss’s pussy.
Her tongue squirmed and thrusted in and out of Weiss’s wet heat, moving with pure expertise, lapping up every last drop of slick.
Weiss’s walls rhythmically pulsed and clenched around Natsai’s tongue like a vice grip, the euphoric, pooling heat in her stomach about to burst.
Weiss arched her back, the stimulation becoming too much for her pussy to handle as she released her grip on the back of Natsai’s head to cover her mouth.
Weiss dug her nails into the pristine wood of her vanity, scratching off a bit of the powder blue paint as she let out a loud chorus of ecstatic moans, only being quieted by her palm clasped tightly against her mouth.
Natsai didn’t stop. She never has.
Once she has her mind on something, she has always stuck to it.
Her tongue and lips kept working their wonders, even while her girlfriend was a moaning mess above her.
Natsai lapped up every bit of slick that gushed out of her girlfriend’s pussy, the sweet taste of it becoming addicting.
Weiss gasped and shivered at Natsai’s determination, the overstimulation only triggering another wave of pleasure.
Weiss’s eyes roll back, her mouth hanging open in pure ecstasy.
Her moans boil down to incoherent mumbles and gasps, her hips instinctively twitch upwards, more into Natsai’s mouth.
Natsai pulls back with a soft pop and gasp. Weiss can’t see it, but if she knows Natsai, she knows that she’s admiring the mess she’s made between her legs.
Weiss looked down, her dress moving frantically as Natsai emerges from the petticoat and fabric.
The lower half of her face was shiny, a small bit of slick dripping down her chin.
She wiped her mouth with her coat sleeve as she looked up.
“You…little minx—“ Weiss panted out.
Natsai only grinned, “you enjoyed it~”
“You’re very lucky I love you..~”
Natsai grinned, standing up slightly while leaning in close, kissing Weiss on the lips, allowing her to taste herself.
“Now that we’re actually alone..~” Weiss mumbled between the kisses, “mind helping me get this horrid dress off..~?”
