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vin nocturne [vautour bleu x fem!reader]
CW: bathtub se.x, censored, finger.ing, cunnilin.gus, open window(?)
Please feel free to like/reblog/comment they are all very greatly appreciated!! I spent over two months (*σ>∀<)σ
THE KRAKEN
synopsis: (monster! AU) the researcher seeks out to find a mysterious, elusive creature known as the kraken.
featuring: shin
rating: 18+ smut (minors dni)
warnings: sub! fem reader, reader has a pu.ssy, reader uses she/her pronouns, dom character, tentacle play, tentacle se.x, double pene.tration, monster.fu.cking, shin has intentions to eat you at first, mentions of death, reader is a bit of a freak, unprotected se.x, tongue kissing, middair se.x, size difference, manhandling, may be ooc for shin
art credits: unknown (found on pinterest)
In a remote fishing town off the coast of a small, dilapidated beach, there was a surgence of odd casualties that involved the deaths of many of the town’s fishermen. For the men who went out to fish late at night, none would return the morning after. Instead, only a pile of driftwood washed ashore from their boat’s wreckage, was left in their wake. A small, but simple message conveying the lives that were lost that night.
The numbers kept racking, the concerns growing louder. It must be pirates, horrible weather perhaps. Or maybe…there was a monster out there, lurking just beneath the depths and feasting on the fishermen for easy hunts. It wasn’t uncommon for monsters to move in on human territories, but for a monster to cause so many deaths in such a short amount of time, it was clear this wasn’t your average Mershark or Scylla.
You, a young monster researcher who was interested in this unique case, found yourself visiting the town to investigate. According to one survivor who had managed to cling onto a piece of driftwood and swim back to shore, his description matched a monster of the Cephalopod class, with large slimy tentacles that climbed onto the boat, and razor sharp suction cups that punctured holes into the hull. It sounded straight out of a fantasy novel, but in this world, it was one.
You kneeled down to pick up a piece of the driftwood from a past night’s wreckage. Boats were no longer heading out due to the severity of the situation, but you managed to find a piece of wreckage that looked fairly new.
Oh. That was something. The puncture holes in the wood were gigantic. Way larger than an Octopus or Squid Hybrid, and way larger than a Scylla. From the process of elimination, there was a good chance that the creature in the sea was a Kraken, an extremely rare but plausible monster to be sighted around human settlements. But it was odd…why would a Kraken be so close to shallow waters? Usually they’d live in the deep sea…
“Find anything ma’am?” The man who took you to investigate the wreckage, looked bored out of his mind. You quietly got up, looking over at him. “Judging from the suction marks, I’d say the perpetrator you are dealing with is a Kraken.”
“Th—That can’t be right. There hasn’t been a Kraken sighting in over a century, they’re just a myth.”
“I can guarantee you that these are a Kraken’s markings. Trust me, I know what I’m talking about.”
Though your tone remained professional, there was a hint of excitement building up in your chest. As selfish as it sounded, you didn’t come here to investigate the strange deaths and bring the monster to justice. You were here, because the page for your Monster Guidebook on Krakens was horrifically empty, and you wanted to take up the opportunity to study a Kraken up close and personal. Krakens rarely ever came to the surface of the ocean, so this was practically a once in a lifetime opportunity!
“Miss…you’ve been staring off into space with a weird smile. It’s creepy.”
“Ha?! Oh, sorry,” you realized you had been daydreaming about the Kraken right in front of this civilian. “Tonight I will set sail and bring this beautiful specim— I mean, beast to justice!”
“Tonight? By yourself?!” The old man choked. “You can’t be serious. You are just one woman, not even a monster hunter at that.”
“Trust me, I know what I’m doing!” Your words did little to soothe the man but nothing he said could make you go back on your decision. Tonight, you would rent a small fishing boat and go out to see this elusive monster, the thought of filling your once empty chapter on Krakens making you squeal with glee.
“…What an odd woman.” The man mumbled to himself as he watched you head back into town. You’d need supplies after all if you were going to visit the Kraken by yourself…
That night, the air grew colder as you untied the ropes from the dock. A single, candle-lit lantern was your only source of light from the darkness and it flickered like a shivering leaf. You were the only one out at the docks tonight, the town’s remaining fishermen having stopped fishing at these hours for fear of losing their lives. Nevertheless, the emptiness didn’t bother you, so you hopped into the boat without hesitation and began rowing.
The fishing boat was anything but luxury. It reeked of fish, there was some unknown sludge building up at the bottom, but you hadn’t paid it any mind. You’ve been in grosser situations before as a monster researcher, so this was nothing. As you continued to row deeper into the black abyss of the ocean, an unsettling chill ran down your spine. It was extremely quiet, but other than the occasional ripple and wind blowing, there wasn’t much else to fear.
“…Okay, according to the gentleman I should be in the general area where the attacks happened.” You checked your compass one last time and sat patiently for anything to happen. “Now, all I gotta do is wait.”
And wait.
And wait…
After only a few minutes, you were already quite bored. You picked up the rusty lantern and set it closer to you, deciding that now would be the best time to finish up some work as you had nothing else to do. Opening your satchel and pulling out your notes, you continued to write your latest entry on Centaur anatomy, thanks to a recent encounter with a friendly Centaur woman named Cinnabar.
“Ahem,” you positioned your pen over the paper, and began to write. “The Centaur’s penis is roughly about 20 centimeters long when flaccid and almost double the length when erect. However it does vary in size depending on the species of Centaur and their height. This particular Centaur I studied had a girth with a circumference of about—”
A splash makes you pause from your writing, causing you to look up and see where the source of the splash was coming from. However, as you scanned over the water’s surface, there didn’t seem to be anything there. “…Huh,” you lightly scratched your chin and decided to go back to writing, too focused to stop now. “About 7 centimeters thick. Centaurs have sheaths that protect their penile organs, and they can only slip out when the Centaur is aroused or stimulated for mating—”
Another splash, this time sounding much closer. You looked up to see a strange, bioluminescent light glowing faintly from below the water’s surface, a sense of curiosity overcoming you. Your body started to move on its own, the light seeming to glow brighter the closer you got, like it was delighted by your prescience. “What a strange sight…a glow so pretty it looks like a sapphire…”
The light shone brighter, flashing now as if it heard your compliment. Your face drew closer and over the boat’s edge, admiring the flashing lights to the point your lips almost grazed the water’s surface. “So pretty…so…beautiful…”
Before you could topple overboard, something broke the water’s surface. A singular finger pushed out to touch your lips, stopping you from falling in. “Shhhhh…” the finger slowly raised into a hand, then a head rose up from the water after it. As you snapped out of your daze, you saw a beautiful black haired beauty gazing up at you, with a pair of dark blue eyes to match the light you saw before. “Drowning is one of the most painful ways to die for land creatures. You wouldn’t want that to happen, would you…?”
You were stunned, the hypnotism of the light fading away and leaving you to fall back in reality. A woman in the water? That’s impossible, you were so far out and the water’s temperatures are shockingly cold at night. Either this woman was a very powerful swimmer, or she was…
“Sea monster, was that glowing light from you?” You asked bluntly, her finger still pressed up against your lips as she had no regard for personal space.
“My, you’re a direct one. Is that any way to talk to a lady?” Her eyes narrowed, but that smile on her lips told you she wasn’t upset. “You called it pretty, compared it to a sapphire even. You really are a dear...”
“Yes, it’s bioluminescence isn’t it? It helps you attract prey underwater. It can also be used to attract mates depending on the flashing patterns you give off.”
The mysterious woman tilted her head at your factoid, staring at you like some peculiar animal.
“You talk of me like I’m some kind of beast.”
“You are though, are you not?”
A chuckle left her lips as she inched closer to your face, grasping your chin with her fingers and forcing you to look into her eyes. “You’re quite bold for talking this way to someone you just met. But I suppose that allows things to cut to the chase.”
Suddenly, the mysterious woman pushed herself above the water, her body coming into full view and revealing herself in all her nude glory. Four large, muscular tentacles suddenly grip onto the boat’s edge, rocking it with her weight as she rises to full height. The woman…was a lot bigger than you thought she’d be, but that’s to be expected of a Kraken.
“Finally…you reveal yourself,” you comment softly, staring in awe as the voluptuous woman towers over you with ease. She makes you look as if you were a puny sardine, and she was the big hungry barracuda waiting to snatch you up. “You are way bigger than the books describe you.”
She raises a brow at that little comment, unsure whether or not to be offended. “You are a rather funny human, you know that? Most would cower in fear at my prescience, but you…here you are staring a Kraken in the eye without trembling.”
She leans down to sneer at you. “It’s stupidly foolish.”
The boat rocks harder as she piles on the rest of her weight into the dingy little vessel. Her tentacles make up the majority of her body weight, and due to the sheer size and density of them, you find the boat starting to creak. Two more tentacles suddenly wrap around your body, the power beneath them threatening to snap you like a cinnamon stick as she lifts you up into the air.
“You have guts I’ll give you that. Guts that would taste divine when I devour you like I did with all those men.” She chuckles at the memories of her recent feasts within these waters, waiting to see your reaction at the thought of ending up as her dinner like the rest of them. When you didn’t show any reaction however, she pauses for a moment, realizing that you weren’t struggling even within her death-like grip. She tilts her head, amused by your blank face as she wonders what was going on in that little human head of yours. “Human…you aren’t screaming or struggling even when I mentioned consuming you. Why is that?”
“Because…I’m studying you.”
“Studying?”
“Yes! Your tentacles are just sooo large and powerful! I’m in awe! They’re so much thicker, more denser than a Scylla, and the glowing bioluminescent lights are just…ahh, so beautiful! You are such a beautiful monster species!” Unable to contain your urge to nerd out, you began spewing your analysis to the woman who was going to eat you alive. The Kraken was caught off guard by your spiel, not expecting her prey to admire her.
“You think I’m beautiful?” She repeated.
“Of course! You are the first Kraken I’ve ever laid my eyes on! I came to this town specifically to seek you out!”
Now, normally words of flattery would do nothing to stop the Kraken from devouring her prey, but there was something in your genuine honesty and excitement that made the woman’s heart churn. Oh, how could she resist such a funny human?
“You are…foolishly endearing.” She grinned, one tentacle making its way up your cheek to poke you. “I was planning to capsize your boat and feast on your remains but…looking at you now, I think it’d be a waste to eat you straight away.”
She gently sets you down, lowering herself to your height and smiling. “Congratulations little human, you might actually be the first person to survive encountering me.”
“Thank you, I feel honored. Now, if it’s alright can you stay in that position for me?”
“Hm?”
You suddenly grab onto one of her tentacles, feeling the tip of it and tracing one of her suckers with the tip of your finger. The Kraken woman shivers at the touch, a delighted noise escaping her lips. “Oh what a bold thing you are! You really have no shame do you?”
“I truly am fascinated by these tentacles Miss Kraken. Such amazing grip power, I have to record this in my journal!” you poke at a little sucker and watch as it contracts rather adorably. Meanwhile, the Kraken above you was preening at your touch, pride swelling at the way you admired her. “You can refer to me as Shin, little one.” She purrs, the touches making something stir in her core. The bioluminescent lights flicker around her body, signaling a rising sensation of arousal accumulating in her depths.
“You wish to study these tentacles of mine, yes?” She hums, getting excited at the thought of being analyzed and thoroughly examined. “Would you like me to demonstrate more of my tentacles’ capabilities?”
“Oh, yes please!”
“Mhm, so eager…”
Shin lifts you up once more, an excited glow illuminating the rest of her body and causing her to flash patterns similar to a mating ritual. You weren’t sure if it actually was a mating ritual, but you’ll ask her later so you could jot it down in your notes.
Unafraid of the giant woman in front of you, she wraps her tentacles around you with ease and brings you closer to her body. The boat swayed unsteadily but Shin’s grip on you was tight and firm. Her tentacles curiously rake up your legs, exploring them as a few others slide up your shirt. “The human body is so delicate, skin so thin it would freeze under the ocean’s temperatures…”
“And your skin is so strong and dense, but I suppose that makes sense as Krakens dwell in much deeper waters.”
“Mmm…yes, it does get quite cold down there, but nothing like a little human flesh can’t warm me up…”
Shin found herself licking up your cheek, unable to contain herself. Her tongue was quite long, the shape similar to the tentacles she had except slimmer. “Your tongue…is even a tentacle too?!” Despite her licking you rather provocatively —maybe a bit hungrily too— you didn’t have an ounce of fear, only excitement as everything about her was fascinating. Shin smiled at your excitement and hastily began to undress you, keen on seeing just how “excited” you’d be once she showed you what she could really do with her body.
“Yes, it is. Your tongue however,” as if joining in on your little analysis herself, her two fingers push themselves into your mouth and feel up your smaller, human tongue. “Is quite small and soft. Feels like a little mussel.”
She leans in closer to your lips, tongue slipping out to kiss you. “I like mussels quite a bit. They’re a large part of our diet, if you’d like to know…”
Your brain caught onto the clever little innuendo, but before you could comment, Shin captured your lips into a tongue-filled kiss. Her large, slimy tentacle-tongue dominates you entirely, lips moving to claim yours as she lets you have a personal feel of her unique muscle. The tentacles currently holding you and stripping you slide over your body cruelly, cold and slimy yet giving you a pleasant sensation. “Mmm…” Shin slowly pulled away, her tongue sliding off of yours with strings of saliva mixed with slime connecting you. “You like that, don’t you? You’ve got goosebumps all over your skin.”
Your eyes slowly flutter open, Shin cooing as she admires the cute little bumps all over your arms and thighs. You look down and realize she had made quick work of removing all your clothes, the bunch of them lying in a heap on the boat. “Humans and their clothes, I don’t know what is the point of them when they rot off their bodies in the end.”
She traces your naked body with her tendrils, mapping out each inch and curve of skin and committing it to memory. Like how you love to explore bodies of monsters, it seemed that Shin had a similar interest in exploring yours. “Warm blooded creatures are pleasant to touch,” she murmurs softly, one wriggling tentacle sliding up between your breasts to tease.
“Thank you,” was all you could do to respond, breath hitching as the wriggling tendril moved to swirl and tweak at your nipples. “Y-You’re quite clever, Miss Shin! Stripping me and letting me feel all your tentacles at once on my body, so that I can properly experience the sensations for my research!“
“Mm, sure. That was my intention, yes.”
Though her real intention was just to mate with you, it was adorable how you thought her actions were her trying to help with your research. It couldn’t be more far from the truth, but Shin played along to make you happy. “Does it feel unique, my little researcher? Cold, slimy perhaps?”
A lewd squelch came from her tentacles as she squeezed and groped at your ass, making you jolt at how perverted the Kraken could be. “I heard humans can naturally produce their own slime too, however it can only be from arousal, correct?”
“Yes, th-that is correct!” You stammered, her tentacles continuing their perverse movements. One sneaky tendril slides up your thighs and teases the entrance of your core. Shin seemed to take quite a peculiar interest in that part of your body, her eyes narrowing down to focus on your parts. “Oh, so that is what a human’s entrance looks like…”
She tilts her head and moves the tendril to slide over a protruding bud, the bumpy sensation of her suckers providing a unique sensation over your clit. A gasp leaves your lips, but even in the midst of pleasure, all you could focus on was remembering how it felt. ‘Suckers are large, bumpy, and pleasantly stimulating…’ Shin’s tendril continues to tease and prod at your clit, her other tentacles eager to join in on the fun. They were all angled in a way that was ready to penetrate you once you seemed wet enough to take. Meanwhile, the tentacles above your torso were slowly groping and feeling up your breasts, with one tentacle sliding around your neck and coiling in a way similar to a collar. Possessive, this woman was…
“I must say you look beautiful like this,” Shin licks her lips and slowly spreads your legs apart with ease. You can only lay there as you are split open with your cunt bare for the Kraken to take, the bioluminescent lights flickering and showing just how excited she was. One mischievous tentacle slides itself over the entrance of your folds, collecting the accumulating wetness and moving towards Shin’s mouth. She licks the slick off her tentacle and hums with delight, seeming to approve of the taste judging by her smile. “Not bad, but I know you can produce more for me.”
The tentacles circle teasingly around your cunt, feeling how much wetter you got with each tender stroke. She leaned closer, pushing you against her chest as she finally sinks into your warm, velvety heat. A brittle sigh escapes her throat when she feels your tight wetness engulf her, the flickering lights growing more sporadic now.
“Mmmm…what a soft heat…” she groans, hearing you whine at the intrusion and struggle to take in her lengths. The tentacles slowly pull out, dragging each textured sucker across your walls before plunging back in again. Each thrust makes you arch your back and smother more of your face into Shin’s mountainous breasts, leaving Shin amused. “Is it too much for the bold researcher to handle?” She teases, one tentacle tilting your chin up to look at her. “I understand, it’s too big for a little human hole like this.”
“No, it’s…” you gasp, that pure excitement coming back as you match her gaze. “It’s perfect! So utterly p-perfect! I can feel every inch, every s-sucker of you inside, mmm…” even in the midst of being fucked senseless, all you could think about was this miraculous moment. To experience being fucked and bred by a Kraken of all monsters, it truly was something worth writing about in your books. “I have to…have to write this down, nngh…”
Shin chuckles as you pathetically grasp for your journal, which was left on the boat just several feet below you. She adores how even in the midst of your debauched mating, your nerdy interest in documenting monsters still came through. “You have a beautiful woman pleasuring you and yet all you could think of is writing in that book?”
Her tentacles plunge deeper into your cunt, a moan wrangling out of your mouth. She begins to fuck you harder, sloppier, a mix of slick and slime swirling in your pussy and making you feel so utterly full. “I would be offended if not for you being so endearing to me. You are lucky I am amused by your actions.”
Her girths suddenly flex inside you, Shin throwing her head back to groan when you squeeze her muscles so tightly. Your warm, wet walls clamp down on her oversensitive tips, the Kraken writhing in the water as she lost composure for a bit. “And…this body of yours…haah…” she bites her bottom lip and grips you tighter, the tentacle around your neck gently choking you a bit. “I could feel it for nights.”
As your walls begin to spasm and clench, Shin feels your body getting ready for an impending release. She reigns herself back in, looking you in the eye to scrutinize your little reactions. “Little human, you are clinging to my tendrils like a barnacle to a ship’s hull. Are you perhaps close?” She teases you with a sly whisper, one tentacle playing around with your ear and flicking it.
You try to respond but Shin’s tongue comes out to lick at your lips, the sensation too pleasant for words. “Let’s see what kind of slime a human produces when she’s in heat then, shall we?”
Her tentacles quicken the pace, hugging, thrusting, squeezing, tweaking, prodding and pinching, each muscle moving on its own to flex and writhe over every inch of you. You’ve never felt so utterly full in all your life, not even your mouth remained empty as Shin had taken the liberty to tongue-kiss you once more. It seemed she quite liked having you take her in multiple ways at the same time, a way of showing her dominance over you as the bigger and stronger creature.
Her lights flicker once more, the tentacles inside of you hardening suddenly. She groans. Your cunt spasms; once, twice, before finally something hot and sticky drips down Shin’s ink-black tentacles, the whiteness of your cum a stark contrast to her ebony tendrils.
Another hot gush of liquid fills your entrance, causing you to jolt. However, instead of seeing something white, it was black with a more liquidy consistency than cum. How fascinating, it seemed Krakens ejaculated something similar to ink when mating, you’d have to write that down later for reference…
Shin cums a lot, pumping load after load of her inky release into you. It seemed one of her tentacles inside your cunt was the hectocotylus, a specialized tentacle that acted like a penis for breeding. She looked quite relieved once the last of her loads spurted into your entrance, her tentacles finally falling limp and sliding out of your hole.
“Incredible…truly incredible…” her husky voice cooed as she basked in the pleasure you gave her. There was an excited flash in her lights as she gently lifted you to examine your blissed out face. The way your face was slick with sweat, chest heaving with exhaustion while your legs went limp within her grasp…she almost wanted to do it all over again. “I haven’t mated in decades now, and to think that it was a human who broke my celibacy.”
She gently sets you back down on your boat, however the moment your feet touch the wood you wobble like a newborn deer. Shin catches you in her limbs once more, the feeling of her multiple arms now comforting after the amount of time you’ve spent in them. “Poor human, so fragile and vulnerable after being mated with.”
Usually Shin would leave and swim away without another word, but there was something about leaving you alone in this little fishing boat that made her feel protective. The way you shivered from the cold ocean air due to your state of undress, Shin could only coil her tentacles tighter around you like a blanket. Not to mention the amount of sea monsters lurking around in these hours, Mersharks and Sirens would go frenzy over a sweet human like yourself.
“Go back to shore, little one. The ocean will eat you alive if you stay out here any longer.”
She helps to dress you with her tentacles, though it’s a bit tricky as she doesn’t know how human clothes work. Nevertheless, Shin tries her best and gently pats you on the head with her hand. “Did you get all the information that you needed, little researcher? I hope I’ve provided well.”
“Y-Yes, but…” you dizzily try to stand up despite your jello legs.
“Oh? Do you need more information from me for your little book?” Shin chuckles and gently pushes you back down to sit, not wanting you to fall overboard. “That’s okay, we will meet again, human. I don’t plan on leaving for good.”
She kisses your forehead, slowly sinking back into the ocean’s waters.
“Good night, little one. I hope to see you again very soon.”
And just as quick as she arrived, she was gone. You look over the edge of the boat as her last flicker of lights signaled you a goodbye. You watched as she descended, further and further into the ocean’s depths until you could no longer see her.
Though there was a dull ache between your legs with some black residue left over from Shin’s release, you felt positively energized. Once the dizziness wore off, you grabbed the paddles, rowed back to shore, and sat on the beach where you would finally start your journal entry on Krakens.
Remember that ptn fivesome idea I talked about long time ago? Yes.... this is it finally! 🤭
18+ CONTENT
Game: Path to Nowhere
Characters: Eirene + Cabernet + Countess Chelsea + Vautour Bleu x g!p reader (Chief)
Type: Smut with plot (long fic, fivesome, uhhhh I won't spoil but yknow the usual stuff, also they are all wearing their party attires ❤️)
Your office door creaked open without warning—no knock, just the smooth click of heels against tile. Vautour leaned against the doorframe, one eyebrow arched as she took in the stacks of paperwork littering your desk.
"Drowning in bureaucracy, little Chief?" Her voice was velvet wrapped in steel, amused but edged with impatience. She flicked a glance at the half-empty coffee mug before walking in to stand before your desk.
"Is there something you need, Vautour?"
She leisurely leaned against the edge, her posture relaxed.
"Do you happen to be free this Friday evening, little Chief?"
"This Friday evening….." you fetched your calendar, "Hmm, I guess so. Nothing major scheduled for now."
"Well then, would you be interested in accompanying me to a banquet in Eastside as my partner?"
Your eyes widened at that, not expecting such a proposition.
"As your partner? And do I say that I'm the Chief of MBCC?"
Vautour chuckled, "Why not? I doubt most wouldn't recognize you by now~"
You hesitated, fingers drumming on the desk and she could practically hear the gears turning in your head.
"It's.… complicated." you muttered, avoiding her gaze. "I can't just waltz into Eastside as your 'partner.' You are a merchant from Outlands and a detained Sinner."
Vautour's smirk didn't falter, her gaze fixed on yours as her fingers tapped a slow rhythm against the desk.
"Ah, professional concerns." Her tone carried a dangerous lightness, like the calm before a blade's descent. "Tell me, Chief, do professional reasons also apply when Ms Franc has her tongue down your throat in the hallways?"
You froze in place, suddenly speechless from her accusation.
"T-That's—" you fumbled, not knowing how to reply for a moment.
"Different— is what you are going to say, isn't it?" she continued for you.
You cleared your throat, ready to give a poised reply but Vautour stood up before you could, turning away to walk out.
"I jest, little Chief." she stated in a casual tone, "I knew you would refuse, but I still wanted to try asking. Don't worry your pretty little head over it now."
You were speechless once again and simply watched as she walked out, the sound of the door shutting bringing you out of your trance. You let out a sigh and decided to not think about it, instead focusing on the work in front of you. The same day, a few hours later, Chelsea stopped you in a hallway. She flashed you a charming smile and curtsied elegantly.
"Chief~" she greeted, voice dripping with sweetness. "What a fortunate coincidence to run into you here."
You eyed her warily, already sensing where this was headed. Chelsea had that particular glint in her eye—the one that usually meant trouble dressed in silk and jewels.
"Chelsea." you acknowledged cautiously, taking a half-step back.
Her lips curved into a practiced smile, fingers brushing imaginary dust from her brocade sleeves.
"I was hoping to discuss a trifling matter— specifically, the Eastside Autumn Banquet this Friday."
She stepped closer, "You see, I require a companion, and who better than our dear Chief?"
Your lips twitched at that, was this the same banquet Vautour invited you to? Regardless, you had your answer ready.
"I'm afraid I cannot, Chelsea. It wouldn't be appropriate for me to be seen with you in such a place."
Chelsea made a delicate noise of disappointment, pouting her lips as though you'd rejected the finest gem rather than a political minefield. She twirled a lock of her hair around one finger, watching you through lowered lashes— a calculated gesture, meant to disarm.
"Oh, Chief…." she sighed dramatically, pressing a hand to her chest as if wounded, though the mischievous glint never left her eyes. "Must you wound me so? I assure you, propriety is the last thing Eastside cares about when the champagne flows."
Her fingers brushed your sleeve, feather-light, the scent of jasmine and something spicier clinging to her like a second skin.
"Think of it— me on your arm, all those petty aristocrats seething as you outshine them without even trying. You can just be my sugar baby, no need to be the Chief of MBCC for one evening~"
The laugh that escaped you was strained, your shoulders tensing as she traced the embroidery on your uniform with one manicured nail.
"That's exactly the problem, Chelsea. Last time you called me that in public, three Eastside heirs tried to have me 'removed' before dessert."
You caught her wrist gently but firmly, putting distance between you just as her other hand strayed too close to your belt.
"Besides, that won't work anymore. I'm a little too known now to pass as just another one of your sugar babies."
Chelsea's laugh tinkled like shattering crystal, her fingers curling against your palm where you still held her wrist.
"Oh, darling, you say that as if it's a bad thing." She leaned in, her breath warm against your jaw. "Think of how jealous they'll be when they realize the infamous Chief lets me have my way with her~"
You chuckled, averting your gaze, "As fun as that sounds, I will still have to decline. I'm sorry, Chelsea."
Chelsea's smile didn't waver, it sharpened instead. She leaned in closer, pressing you against the wall with the effortless grace of a cat who knew exactly where to strike.
"Oh, Chief. Do you know how many people would kill for an invitation from me?" she murmured, voice syrup-sweet as her fingers traced the line of your collarbone through your uniform, slow and deliberate. "And yet here you are, refusing me twice in one day."
You smiled nervously, "I'm sure there must be many. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some work to do."
"Oh, but Chief~" Chelsea tutted, pressing closer still, her thigh sliding between yours with shameless precision, the stiff brocade of her gown scratching deliciously against your sensitive skin. "Running away so soon? And here I thought you'd at least let me convince you properly."
You sighed, "Please, Chelsea. Don't make this difficult, you know why I refuse, it's not going to change no matter what you do."
Chelsea's smirk deepened, her fingers tracing the buttons of your uniform with deliberate slowness.
"Difficult? Me?" she gasped theatrically, pressing a hand to her chest like you'd wounded her, "I merely wish to persuade you, Chief~"
Her other hand slid down to your waist, nails digging in just enough to make your breath hitch. The sudden sting mixed with the warmth of her body against yours, her perfume wrapping around you like a silken trap. You caught her wrist again, but she twisted her grip effortlessly, pinning your hand against the wall beside your head.
Her lips brushed your ear, the words dripping like poisoned honey, "Tell me, does our dear Chief have something better to do Friday night?"
You swallowed hard, forcing your voice steady, "Paperwork, meetings, patrols…. Not getting assassinated by jealous socialites."
Chelsea's laugh was a silken purr against your jaw, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin just below your ear.
"How utterly boring...." she sighed, though her grip tightened fractionally, her nails like tiny brands against your wrist.
"Surely our esteemed Chief deserves a night of indulgence after all her hard work?"
The innuendo dripped from her lips like molten gold, her thigh pressing insistently between yours.
"Indulgence tends to leave me with more problems than I started with." you countered breathlessly, arching away only for the cold wall to meet your back.
Chelsea's laugh was the chime of broken glass, beautiful and dangerous. She withdrew with a sigh, trailing her hand down your arm, "A shame, I thought I could convince you. But no matter, I understand your reasons and I certainly don't want to make it hard for you, my darling~"
She leaned in to give a quick peck to your cheek, leaving a smudge of her red lipstick then walked away with a wink.
"You always know how to break a girl's heart, Chief~" she called over her shoulder, her laughter lingering in the air long after she'd turned the corner.
You exhaled sharply, fingers unconsciously brushing the spot where her lips had been, the ghost of her perfume still clinging to your collar. The hallway felt colder without her presence, as if she'd taken all the warmth and mischief with her when she left.
On Friday afternoon, you were in the middle of approving reports when Nightingale came in to deliver new files.
"Chief, there are new orders from the 9th Agency." she stated while handing you the topmost file.
Before you could flip through the file, your comms rang and Langley's voice came through.
"Rookie, clear your evening today. You will attend a banquet on my behalf." she ordered, her voice smoky.
"A banquet?" you asked as you finally opened the file and skimmed through the contents, 'The Autumn Banquet, hosted by the Quinn Group'. You immediately remembered Chelsea's invitation, and supposedly Vautour's.
"This…. is hosted by Eirene?" you questioned, suddenly feeling cautious, "Why do you want me to go in your place?"
"Other important matters came through. This is merely a gathering for the rich to show off, no threat has been identified as of yet. You can relax and indulge for once."
You pursed your lips, "Do I really have to go? If there's no danger then—"
"4 of your Sinners will be there. I believe that's a reason enough for you to be around, even if they will behave themselves. That's all, there is no other choice."
She hung up before you could reply. You looked at the file again then at Nightingale's concerned face and let out a sigh, "I'll be going to a function in Eastside today, I'll leave things in your hands here."
Nightingale nodded without a second thought, "Noted, Chief. Shall I fetch a set of suitable clothes for you?"
"Yeah, just keep them in my room. Thank you."
The Eastside Banquet Hall loomed before you like a gilded cage, its towering marble columns wreathed in ivy that shimmered with enchanted luminescence. Your tailored suit, midnight blue with silver embroidery catching the light, felt uncomfortably tight around the shoulders as you ascended the steps. The lobby was a dizzying whirl of crystal and murmured intrigue, guests swirling like leaves in a storm.
You caught the elevator just as its doors began to slide shut, only for a gloved hand to dart between them. The metal groaned open again to reveal Countess Chelsea, resplendent in a gown of ruby that clung to every curve. Her smile was a blade wrapped in velvet.
"Fancy meeting you here, Chief~" she purred, pulling you inside by tugging on your tie just as the doors closed.
The elevator’s golden interior reflected the flush rising up your neck as Chelsea pressed you against the mirrored wall, her hips pinning yours with practiced ease. Her intoxicating scent filled the confined space, mingling with the hum of machinery beneath your feet. Her fingers traced your jawline, slow as a executioner’s blade, before curling around your chin.
"Well well…. look what the cat dragged in~" she husked, her thumb brushing your lower lip, "Who said they couldn't attend for…. professional reasons, hm?~"
The elevator jerked upward, your stomach swooping in tandem with Chelsea's predatory grin. Her knee slid between yours, the slit in her dress allowing sinful access as she crowded you against the wall. The scent of her perfume—blood-red roses steeped in cognac—flooded your senses as her teeth dragged along your pulse point.
"This is still professional." you breathed out, bracing yourself, "I'm here on a mission."
Chelsea’s laugh vibrated against your throat, her teeth nipping just hard enough to make your pulse stutter.
"Oh, is that what we're calling it now?~" The elevator dinged softly as it passed another floor, but she made no move to release you. Instead, her hand slid down to your waist, fingers digging into the fabric of your suit with deliberate pressure.
"How very dutiful of you, Chief~" Her voice dripped with mock admiration, lips brushing yours without quite meeting them, just enough to make you chase the contact.
The elevator chimed again as another floor passed, another heartbeat thrumming against her palm where it splayed across your chest. Chelsea's fingers curled into your lapel, pulling you flush against her as her thigh pressed higher between yours. You bit back a groan when she rolled her hips, the intricate beading of her gown scraping deliciously against your sensitive inner thigh.
"Are you here to keep an eye on me and others? To ensure we don't do something… naughty?~" she whispered in your ear.
"Well, yeah. 4 of you are here at once, I have to be careful."
She chuckled, "Oh, but don't you know…." she paused, leaning near your collarbone, "….We are only naughty when you are around, Chief~"
Your eyes darted to the floor number display, showing approximately 2 floors until your destination. Chelsea smirked and pulled aside your coat then swiftly kissed on your shirt near your collarbone, leaving a print of red lipstick before she released you and stood as if nothing happened. The doors opened and she strode out nonchalantly while you desperately fixed your appearance then walked out. She gave you one last glance over her shoulder, her eyes narrowing with that knowing look. Oh, the party just became more fun than she anticipated.
The grand ballroom unfolded before you like a fever dream—chandeliers dripping with liquid gold light, clusters of Eastside's elite swirling in a sea of silk and secrets. Each step forward felt heavier, the weight of too many familiar gazes pressing against your skin. Then you spotted Eirene lounging near an ice sculpture, her champagne flute dangling carelessly between long fingers while some noble droned on beside her. Her bored expression shifted—just a flicker—when she noticed you. Her lips curled slowly, like a shark scenting blood in the water. With your shackles, you faintly sensed two other presences nearby, undoubtedly Cabernet and Vautour.
You snatched a glass of something amber from a passing tray, letting the burn of aged whiskey coat your throat as you navigated the crowd. Every sip sharpened your senses—the clink of crystal, the rustle of skirts, the occasional burst of laughter that sounded more like a knife being sharpened. Vautour materialized near the hors d'oeuvres, dressed in a shimmery silver gown that made her skin glow under the chandeliers. She caught your gaze over the rim of her own glass, raising it in a slow, mocking toast before vanishing behind a group of investors like smoke.
Eirene's voice cut through the murmur of the crowd before you saw her, that cool, amused timbre slithering against your spine.
"My partner~" she purred, materializing at your elbow with a fresh flute of champagne pressed into your suddenly empty hand.
"How… unexpected to find you here." Her fingers lingered just a heartbeat too long against yours, the heat of her touch at odds with the ice in her smirk. The scent of her perfume clung to the air between you.
"Tell me, did the 9th Agency send you to babysit?~"
"Are you saying you are not happy to see me?" you smirked, taking a sip from your glass.
Eirene hummed in response, her fingers ghosting over your sleeve before she leaned in close, close enough that her breath tickled your ear and her lips brushed against your skin as she whispered, "Oh, I am very happy."
The way she lingered on those words sent a shiver down your spine. Your eyes raked over her form once; the dress she wore was new, you had never seen this glittering gold gown before.
"You look stunning." you complimented, making Eirene let out an amused chuckle.
"Seems I already drew your attention tonight. Well, enjoy while you can. I wonder…. if you'll still be standing by the end of the night, hm?~"
She pulled away with a slow, knowing smile before melting back into the crowd, leaving you with the phantom warmth of her touch. You dwelled on her words for a moment then snapped out of your trance, shaking your head to focus on more important things—like the woman walking towards you.
"What a pleasant surprise to see you here, little Chief~" Vautour husked.
She looked around you and hummed, "Hm, I don't see a partner with you. Seems you are here for some other reason."
"Yeah, I have been sent to monitor you all." you replied with a sigh, making Vautour chuckle softly.
"Seems fate had it in store for you to be here anyhow. Although, I would have preferred a more pleasant method…."
Vautour's gloved fingers curled around your wrist like a silken manacle, tugging you toward a shadowed alcove draped in velvet curtains. The sudden shift from glaring chandeliers to intimate darkness made your pupils dilate, or perhaps that was the way her thumb traced slow circles over your pulse point. She crowded you against the wall with effortless grace, her gown whispering against your suit as she leaned in close enough for her breath to ghost over your lips.
"V-Vautour, what are you—"
"Shh~" she silenced your protest with a finger to your lips.
Vautour's grip was silk over steel, unbreakable but so soft you barely registered the pressure until she had you pinned against the wall, her thigh sliding between yours with predatory precision. The alcove smelled of champagne and her perfume that made your head spin when she leaned closer, her free hand sliding up your chest to toy with your tie.
"Still worried about professionalism, little Chief?~" Her whisper was velvet-dark, lips brushing your earlobe as her fingers tightened around your wrist.
You averted your gaze, "….What brings you here? Did Eirene invite you?"
Vautour chuckled at your attempt to divert the topic, she then hummed and continued toying with your tie.
"As a merchant, socializing is quite crucial. Parties like this provide…. ample opportunities~"
Vautour's knee pressed higher between your thighs, the silk of her gown whispering against the inside of your leg. Her hand slid to your lapel, lifting just enough to glance at the red lipstick mark left by Chelsea.
"My, my~" she murmured, her thumb dragging over the smudged stain. "Someone's been busy."
Before you could respond, her lips replaced her fingers—not to clean the mark, but to press a fresh kiss just above it, teeth grazing your collarbone through the fabric. The sudden sting made your breath hitch, drowned out by the distant swell of string music and clinking glasses from the main hall.
"Vautour—" you managed, voice strangled as her free hand slipped beneath your suit jacket, nails scoring lightly over your ribs.
"Shhh~" she murmured against your throat, her lips migrating upward to trace the shell of your ear. "We wouldn't want to draw attention, would we, ma cherie?~"
Her gaze raked over you from head-to-toe, taking in the sight of your flushed face and dazed eyes. She licked her lips, resisting the urge to push you down and have her way with you.
"Mmm, I suppose I'll go easy on you for now. After all, there's still quite a few hours left in this banquet…."
Vautour's husked words curled against your skin like smoke, her lips brushing your pulse point in a slow, deliberate tease before she finally closed the distance. The sharp bite of her teeth made you gasp, your fingers curling into the velvet drapes behind you as she sucked a bruise into the tender skin of your neck.
The pain-pleasure mix sent sparks down your spine, the wet heat of her tongue soothing the sting just enough to make you shudder. When she pulled back, her satisfied smirk was illuminated by the faint glow of distant chandeliers— her lipstick smeared slightly, her pupils blown wide with something darker than the alcove's shadows.
"You look good marked, little Chief~" she murmured, thumb tracing the fresh bruise with possessiveness that made your stomach flip.
The scent of her, expensive perfume layered over something inherently dangerous, clung to your skin stronger than the mark itself. Outside the alcove, the indistinct murmur of the party continued, blissfully unaware. Vautour released you with a parting nip to your earlobe, her chuckle low and pleased as she adjusted your skewed tie with mock propriety.
"Till later, mon trésor~"
Then she was gone, slipping back into the crowd with the effortless grace of someone who knew precisely how to disappear. You straightened your tie with trembling fingers, the ghost of Vautour’s teeth still burning against your neck. The ballroom air felt suddenly thick, champagne bubbles popping against your tongue when you took another sip did nothing to cool the heat crawling up your throat. A passing waiter offered canapés on a silver tray; you grabbed one blindly, the taste of smoked salmon and caviar dissolving into nothing as you swallowed.
Across the room, Cabernet’s laugh cut through the murmur of investors— a sound like shattered crystal, sharp enough to draw blood. She was leaning into some Eastside heir’s space, her gloved fingers toying with the stem of her wineglass, but her eyes…. those damnable eyes, were locked on you. The heir said something, and she threw her head back in another laugh, the column of her throat gleaming under the chandeliers even as her fingers tightened around the glass.
Then she was moving, weaving through the crowd with liquid grace, her hips swaying just enough to make silk whisper against silk, her cane tapping in sync with her heels as she closed the distance. You turned sharply toward a potted fern, pretending sudden fascination with its leaves— but it was too late.
"Well, if it isn't the Chief of MBCC!"
Cabernet's voice dripped honeyed venom as her hand closed around your wrist. She spun you toward the circle of socialites with theatrical flourish.
"Ladies, you simply must meet my newest acquaintance!~"
Cabernet's fingers pressed like brands into your pulse point as she dragged you into the circle of jewel-bedecked socialites, her smile sharp enough to draw blood. The champagne in your glass trembled as she squeezed, her thumb stroking the delicate skin of your inner wrist in counterpoint to her saccharine tone.
"Oh, Ms Franc. I wasn't aware you had acquaintances in a place like that Bureau...." A noblewoman's fan fluttered near your cheek, the scent of rosewater cloying as Cabernet positioned you squarely in their midst like a specimen under glass.
Cabernet's grip on your elbow tightened, just shy of painful, as she tilted her head with performative innocence.
"Oh? You all haven't met MBCC's finest?" Her laugh tinkled like breaking chandeliers. "Dear Chief here assisted me in procuring lost treasures some time ago, leaving quite an impression~"
"Ah, but that's not all there is to it, is there…. West District's Hero?~" the noblewoman remarked with a smirk, which Cabernet mirrored.
You shot Cabernet a look—her smile was too innocent, her grip too tight. She squeezed your arm again as if to say 'play along'. You swallowed and replied smoothly, "Just doing my duty, nothing more."
The noblewoman leaned closer, her ruby necklace catching the light as she examined you like a prized stallion.
"Such modesty!" Her fan fluttered. "But surely the Chief has more… interesting talents?"
As you navigated through the den of vultures eager to extract every morsel of information from you, Cabernet remained quiet, mildly amused. She glanced to her right at an approaching waiter, positioned perfectly. A vine discreetly slid from under her dress, slinking towards the waiter as he stopped near the group to offer drinks. Just then, the vine twisted in his ankle and pulled, making him stumble. His tray tilted, an avalanche of crystal and crimson wine arching straight towards you.
Cold liquid splashed across your trousers, soaking through the fabric in an instant stain. Gasps rippled through the circle but Cabernet merely reacted, instead patiently moving to your side and looping her arm with yours.
"Oh dear, that's going to stain if we don't hurry. Allow me to assist, Chief~"
She was about to drag you away but you tugged your arm out of her grip effortlessly and kneeled near the fallen waiter, helping him stand up.
"Are you okay? Be careful of the glass shards."
The waiter stammered apologies, his shaking hands clutching the remnants of his tray. Cabernet's vine slithered away unseen, her expression unreadable as she watched you kneel among the wreckage with champagne soaking into your knees and crystal shards glittering against marble like treacherous stars. The socialites murmured among themselves, their collective gaze weighing the scene with detached amusement. You stood, brushing off your ruined pants with deliberate slowness, the wine's chill seeping through the fabric. Cabernet stepped closer, her hand hovering near your elbow.
"Let's get you cleaned up before the stain sets, darling."
Cabernet's fingers curled around your elbow, steering you through the murmuring crowd with practiced ease. The fabric clung uncomfortably to your skin as she guided you toward a gilded hallway lined with oil paintings of dead oligarchs, her heels clicking a staccato rhythm against marble.
"Such a terrible accident~" she murmured, though the gleam in her eye suggested otherwise.
The bathroom doors swung open to reveal a decadent tableau—gold-leaf mirrors, black marble countertops, and the faintest scent of jasmine beneath the cleaner's chemical sting. Cabernet locked the door with an audible click before crowding you against the sink, her hands already unfastening your belt with alarming efficiency.
"You planned that." you hissed as her knee pressed between your thighs, the wet fabric chafing uncomfortably, "I sensed you using your powers. That was dangerous, Cabernet. What if someone got hurt?"
Cabernet's laughter curled against your throat as she peeled the soaked trousers down your hips, her fingers skating over bare skin with deliberate slowness. Then, she dropped to her knees gracefully, her cane tilted against the counter and her shawl draping across the floor.
"Now, now~" she murmured, pressing her lips just above your knee where the wine had soaked through, "what sort of noble would I be if I didn't rectify such a…. messy situation?"
Her tongue darted out to lick a slow stripe up your inner thigh, savoring the tart sting of alcohol mingling with your sweat. You gripped the marble edge of the sink, knuckles whitening as her teeth grazed the sensitive skin there—not hard enough to bruise, just enough to make your breath catch.
"You were quite chivalric back there, Chief. I don't think you realized how smitten those ladies became the instant you helped him~"
Cabernet's words curled around your thigh like smoke, her lips trailing upward in slow, deliberate kisses. The wet fabric of your ruined trousers pooled around your ankles, cold marble biting into your calves as she dragged her tongue along the seam of where wine met skin. Each flick sent sparks up your spine, the alcohol evaporating under her breath in tingling bursts.
"You taste like Eastside's finest~" she murmured against your skin, her gloved fingers kneading the muscle of your thigh with just enough pressure to make you buck. "Such a shame to waste a good vintage…."
Your breath hitched as she dragged your underwear down, freeing your half-erect shaft, "C-Cabernet, don't—"
Her hand wrapped around the base with possessive pressure, silencing your protest with a single stroke, slow and deliberate as her thumb smeared the bead of precum leaking from your tip.
Cabernet licked her lips, "Mmm, let me have an appetizer before the main course, Chief. I have waited so long~"
Her lips wrapped around your tip, tongue swirling around the head with expert precision. The sudden heat made your thighs twitch, fingers curling tighter around the marble edge. She hummed around your length, the vibrations traveling straight to your core as she sank lower inch by torturous inch. The sight was obscene—her hand working the base while her mouth took you deeper, her crimson hair falling around her head. Your hands instinctively tugged her hair, not pulling, simply drawing back for ease. Cabernet pulled back with a wet pop, licking her lips as she gazed up at you through her lashes.
"Hmm~ So tense…." she mused, her fingers tracing idle patterns on your inner thigh.
"Are you worried we'll be caught?" Her chuckle was low, throaty, as she leaned forward again, this time pressing a teasing kiss to the tip before dragging her tongue along the underside, "Or is this simply… too much for you, dear Chief?~"
The bathroom's ambient noise, the distant hum of the party, the faint drip of a faucet— all was drowned out by the wet sounds of her mouth working you over. Her free hand crept up to knead your thigh, fingers digging in just enough to leave fleeting crescents in your skin. When you twitched, she pulled off with an obscene sound, lips glossy and swollen.
"You're adorable when you're trying to stay quiet, Chief~" Cabernet whispered, dragging her teeth along the underside before swallowing you whole again.
Your hips jerked involuntarily, the sudden tight heat making your spine arch, only for her to pin your hips to the sink with bruising force.
"Ah-ah~" she tutted around you, the vibrations traveling straight to your core as she pulled back just enough to speak. "Stay still, Chief. Or I'll stop~" The devilish glint in her eyes said otherwise. "Unless you want me to?~"
Cabernet's gloved fingers dug into your hips as she took you deeper, deeper than should’ve been possible, until your tip hit the back of her throat and her nose brushed your pelvis. The sound you choked out was half-strangled, her name dissolving into static as she swallowed around you, the wet heat tightening relentlessly. She pulled back slowly, lips dragging along your shaft, then sank down again with a filthy moan that vibrated through your core. Your thighs trembled, the marble edge biting into your palms as her tongue swirled beneath your cockhead on the upstroke, her fingertips teasing the sensitive skin behind your balls.
"C-Cabernet…. I'm close— ngh, oh God….!~"
You barely choked the words out before Cabernet redoubled her efforts, her hollowed cheeks creating sinful suction as she took you to the hilt again. Her fingers dug possessively into your hips, keeping you pinned against the sink as she swallowed around your length like she wanted to milk every last drop from you. The sounds of the banquet outside faded completely under the wet, obscene noise of her mouth working you, punctuated by your ragged breathing.
Cabernet pulled back just enough to swirl her tongue around the weeping tip, watching your face contort with pleasure before diving back down with renewed hunger. Your fingers twisted in her hair, not guiding but just holding on as she took you impossibly deep once more, swallowing around you until tears prickled at the corners of her eyes. The sight alone nearly sent you over the edge.
A sudden knock at the door made you jolt, but Cabernet only hummed around your cock, the vibrations wringing a choked moan from your throat.
“Occupied~” she sing-songed against your skin, lips dragging lazily up your shaft before taking you deep again just as the door handle rattled.
Your pulse spiked, but Cabernet’s grip merely tightened, her nails biting through fabric as she hollowed her cheeks with deliberate slowness. The knock came again, sharper this time, followed by Eirene’s cool voice slicing through the wood: “Really, Cabernet? At my event?”
Cabernet pulled off with an obscene pop, her grin feral as she wiped her glistening lips with the back of her hand.
“Patience is a virtue, Eirene~” she purred, rising fluidly to press you harder against the sink, her thigh slotting between yours with bruising pressure.
The door handle rattled—locked, but not for long if Eirene decided to override it. You barely had time to register the cold marble against your bare thighs before Cabernet’s fingers curled around your chin, tilting your head up to meet her gaze.
“Now where were we?~” she murmured, thumb swiping across your bottom lip just as the lock clicked open.
Eirene stepped inside, her heels striking the tiles with lethal precision. The door swung shut behind her, sealing the three of you in the lavish tomb of black marble and gold. Her gaze slid from Cabernet’s smudged lipstick to your disheveled state, one eyebrow arching like a drawn blade.
"I don't appreciate my bathrooms being used for such…. debauched activities, Cabernet." Eirene glared.
Cabernet ran a finger across your lips, smirking as she turned to Eirene.
"Oh, don't act as if you wouldn't do the same if given the opportunity~"
You swiftly pulled up your pants and tucked yourself back in before either of them could do anything.
"We are not doing this, you both." you huffed and turned around to face the mirror and turned on the faucet, dropping water on your pants to wipe away the stains.
Eirene hummed and approached, her cold fingers wrapping around your wrist to stop your frantic scrubbing.
"You're making it worse, my partner." she murmured, her breath ghosting over your damp collar.
Her other hand reached past you to pluck a linen towel from the stack, the fabric impossibly soft against your skin as she dabbed at the remnants of Cabernet's little accident.
"You always make a mess of yourself for others…." Eirene mused, fingers tracing the damp patch on your thigh with deliberate slowness. "First Chelsea's lipstick, then Bleu's teeth marks, and now Cabernet's… enthusiasm."
Her fingers tightened abruptly around your wrist, pulling you flush against her as she tossed the ruined towel aside. Behind you, Cabernet chuckled, her gown whispering against marble as she leaned back against the sink, watching with feline amusement.
"Jealousy doesn't suit you, Eirene~" Cabernet purred, twirling a lock of your hair around her finger.
Eirene merely scoffed at that, "I have no reason to be jealous. Chief already gave me some exclusive attention earlier, isn't that right, my partner?~"
You lingered in the depths of her dichromatic eyes, your gaze slipping to the pale reveal of her chest and the glimmer that played across her gown, before rising to meet her stare once more. Eirene chuckled softly, her grip tightening imperceptibly on your chin before she dragged her thumb across your lower lip— the same motion Cabernet had used moments before, but colder, more deliberate.
"I see the others have left their marks." she murmured, her voice laced with amusement as her thumb pressed just hard enough to sting. "How careless of them to think that would be enough."
Cabernet's laughter curled against the nape of your neck like smoke. "Oh, and what would be enough for you, Eirene? A signature? A brand?"
Eirene's gaze lingered on yours before she abruptly retracted and wiped your pants once again, "That should be enough. Come now, I want you to meet some people."
She gripped your hand as if you were hers, ignoring Cabernet who chuckled and turned to face the mirror, fixing her own state now.
"I'll wait for my meal, Chief~" she husked before reapplying her lipstick while Eirene dragged you out.
Eirene’s grip on your wrist was unrelenting as she pulled you through the banquet hall, her heels clicking a precise rhythm against marble that made guests instinctively part like frightened fish.
"You’re attracting far too much attention tonight, Chief. I don't suppose the 9th Agency intended for this." she murmured, though her thumb stroked your pulse point in quiet contradiction.
Of course, she knew you were sent in place of Langley. The champagne flute she plucked from a passing waiter’s tray was pressed to your lips before you could protest—bitter bubbles bursting against your tongue as she tilted it mercilessly upward.
"Drink." she ordered softly, her dichromatic eyes flickering with something darker when your throat bobbed, "And act your usual self. You have a reputation to uphold, partner~"
The champagne burned all the way down, or perhaps that was Eirene’s fingers trailing up your spine beneath your jacket, her nails scraping just hard enough to make you shiver. Across the ballroom, Chelsea’s laughter rang out like shattering crystal, her eyes already beckoning you from where she held court near the ice sculpture centerpiece.
"Don’t look at her, Chief." Eirene murmured against your ear, her breath chilling the sweat on your neck. "You are on a mission, aren't you? Your shackles will tell you all that you need to know without getting close to any of them."
You raised an eyebrow, "Are you suggesting I stay by your side?"
She smirked, "Isn't that the safest? This is my party. None of them can steal you from my side~"
A silent agreement lingered in the air as you gazed at each other before she led you through hordes of guests— dignitaries and rivals alike. She briefly introduced you to some people before expertly steering the conversation to other topics, ensuring you wouldn't be bothered unnecessarily. You had always known Eirene was immensely skilled in the art of socializing with people from all walks of life, but still seeing her skills on display so close was fascinating. You subtly picked up some cues and made mental notes for your own learning, hoping to do better yourself in the future.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she was able to have a moment of peace as she finished greeting all important guests. You picked a glass of water from a passing waiter and offered it to her, making her softly smile at you as she accepted the glass.
"This doesn't seem like much of a party for you, Eirene." you commented.
She chuckled, "That's how it always is, Chief. Party, banquet, gathering.... are merely fancy terms. This is a battlefield, an arena. Every toast, every laugh conceals a lethal trap.... or a golden opportunity.
You furrowed your brows at that, feeling slightly dejected at the notion but understood what she meant.
"So, what are your weapons? Some.... complex conversations and charm?"
Eirene chuckled, "For instance, choosing the right gown is also an important negotiation tactic. An impeccable outfit draws attention and exposes weaknesses."
She eyed you slyly, "Just like before…. how long did your gaze linger on me, Chief?~"
You swallowed thickly, feeling embarrassed at being caught but maintained your composure with a smirk.
"Long enough to memorize every seam, just in case you needed backup if negotiations turned violent."
Eirene's laughter was low and honeyed, her fingers tracing the rim of her glass.
"Mm, is that so? And here I thought you were simply indulging in the view. How dutiful of you."
She noticed a few people approaching then turned away, "You don't need to concern yourself with it, Chief." she continued while glancing at the guests approaching, "This is my battlefield, and I'm glad to have you by my side for now. In the future, I await the imminent battle when we'll be on opposite sides. Till then, watch and learn as much as you can~"
Her lips curled into a smirk, "Now, if you'll excuse me for a moment."
You watched her walk away, feeling something amiss. Something about the way her heels clicked against the marble, the deliberate sway of her hips, told you she expected pursuit. Then, it became obvious when she glanced at you over her shoulder, her crimson eye slightly hooded and lips curled as if beckoning you to follow. The hallway swallowed sound, muffling the distant hum of the banquet as you followed her shadow toward an unmarked door. It was already ajar, the dim glow of a single lamp spilling out like an invitation—or a trap.
You glanced around to ensure you weren't followed then quietly approached the open office, peeking inside to see Eirene leaning against the table. She smirked again as you stepped inside, relaxing her body further against the desk.
"Coming to me yourself while others had to use cheap tactics to pull you away…. It seems I win— again~" she announced as she watched you walk closer.
The door clicking shut behind you echoed unnaturally loud in the quiet room, sealing away the distant laughter and music beyond. Eirene didn’t move yet, her fingers drummed idly against the polished wood of the desk while she watched you with half-lidded amusement. The lamp cast jagged shadows across her face, sharpening the curve of her smirk, the predatory gleam in her eyes.
"Well, shall I have my turn now?~"
Within moments, Eirene grasped your tie and pulled you flush against her body, her lips brushing yours with deliberate hesitation, just enough to make your breath hitch. The scent of her perfume coiled around you like a promise, but she didn’t kiss you yet.
"You aren't the type to wait for your turn, Eirene." you murmured against her lips, your hands snaking around her waist.
She chuckled, her tongue darting out to wet her own lips, "Indeed. But I wait for the right opportunity— to claim everything at once."
With that, she slammed her lips on yours, teeth clashing before her tongue pushed past your lips with no patience for resistance. The taste of champagne lingered between you, bitter and effervescent, but it was drowned out by the heat of her mouth and the sharp dig of her nails through your shirt. You felt her smirk against you when your grip tightened on her hips, dragging her closer. Her body arched against the desk, one leg instinctively rising to lock around your hip as she pulled you closer. You grabbed her held up leg, holding it firm while her arms wrapped around your neck, your lips moving in a passionate and deep exchange.
The world narrowed to the slick slide of tongues and the mingling breaths between stolen gasps, your fingers pressing bruises into her thigh where you gripped her. She moaned into your mouth, the sound vibrating between your lips before she pulled away to breathe for a moment, still holding you close as your breaths mingled. But, before she could say anything, you dipped your head to kiss along her exposed neck, your lips travelling over her soft skin. She tilted her head back to give you access, her fingers treading through your hair and pulling you closer.
"Mmmh~" she moaned, "Am I the first one to bear your marks tonight, Chief?~"
You chuckled against her skin as you went lower, laying your face in her breasts, "No marks, for now~"
Eirene smirked in return, "Oh, how considerate. As expected of my partner~"
She pulled your face up again, crashing your lips in another passionate exchange. The heat between you two grew stronger, lips moving in sync— no doubt leaving both of you breathless as time trickled away. The muffled sound of the banquet outside seeped through the walls, a distant reminder that you were still in public, still at risk of being discovered. But neither of you cared.
Eirene’s fingers tightened in your hair, dragging you impossibly closer, her hips pressing against yours in slow, deliberate rolls that had you groaning against her mouth. Eventually, she pulled back with a sharp inhale, her lips swollen and glistening. Her smirk was self-satisfied as she smoothed her hands over your rumpled jacket, fingers lingering just long enough to tease before she stepped away entirely.
"We’ve been gone too long." she murmured, though her voice lacked any real urgency.
She turned to the mirror hanging beside the desk, reapplying her lipstick with practiced precision, her reflection watching you with amusement as you adjusted your tie. The smudged crimson at the corners of your mouth told its own story, but she merely smirked and dabbed it away with her thumb before licking it clean. Eirene smoothed invisible wrinkles from her dress, the fabric whispering against her skin like a conspirator.
"Do try to look less ravished, Chief~" she murmured, though her own swollen lips betrayed her.
The way she leaned back against the desk with one leg slightly bent and fingers tracing the wood grain suggested she wasn’t in any hurry to return.
"Or what? People will spread rumours that the CEO of Quinn is having an affair with the Chief of MBCC?" you teased.
Eirene laughed—a rare, unrestrained sound—before catching your chin between her fingers. Her thumb traced your lower lip, smearing the remnants of her lipstick further.
"No one would dare." she murmured. "The difference between rumour and fact lies entirely in who controls the narrative~"
Her thumb pressed against your lip a fraction harder, just shy of painful, before she withdrew it with a slow drag that sent heat coiling low in your gut. The static charge between you two crackled even as she turned toward the door, her silhouette framed by the dim glow of the hallway’s chandelier.
"Stay close when we return." she said, not looking back.
And then, just like that, Eirene dissolved back into the banquet's current, her posture instantly shifting— shoulders relaxing into effortless authority, her laugh ringing just a half-step too bright to be genuine. You watched her pluck a fresh champagne flute from a server's tray, her fingers barely grazing the stem before she was already mid-conversation with a dignitary whose name you'd forgotten, her smile sharp as a honed blade.
Time stretched strangely in the ballroom's gilded haze. You sensed their presences with the shackles— all of them stood in different corners of the room, seemingly surrounded by their own circles. Cabernet held court near the grand piano, her laughter like spilling mercury as she dangled a wineglass between two fingers, swirling the contents idly while some politician leaned too close, close enough for her to casually adjust his tie with her free hand, her smirk widening when he froze. Across the room, Vautour lounged on a velvet settee, one leg crossed over the other as she toyed with a dessert fork, listening to some noble's monologue with detached amusement.
Chelsea had positioned herself near the champagne tower, the crystal glasses catching the light and casting fractured reflections across her face. She wasn't drinking, merely spinning an empty flute between her fingers while a man in military uniform spoke animatedly beside her. Chelsea's smile never reached her eyes. You felt the phantom weight of her gaze flicker toward you once, twice, like a tongue testing a split lip before she deliberately turned her shoulder to block your line of sight.
For some time, you felt relieved and peaceful as none of them approached you, likely all busy with their associates. It was far easier to monitor them from afar this way. You enjoyed the solitude by indulging in appetizers, the generous spread fulfilling your soul.
But soon, the loneliness crept in, gnawing at your gut. Perhaps it was the lingering sensations of their marks, and the taste of Eirene’s lipstick on your tongue— either way, the emptiness grew unbearable. Without thinking, your gaze flickered toward each of them, as if hoping one might glance back, might acknowledge you amidst the sea of faceless guests. But none did.
Cabernet’s fingers now traced the rim of her glass while murmuring something inaudible to a laughing diplomat. Vautour hadn’t moved from her perch, though the noble beside her had leaned closer, his hand hovering near her knee. Chelsea, ever the enigma, tilted her head as the officer whispered something far too intimate for public decorum, her lips curved into something dangerous.
The weight in your chest tightened with each passing second. This was irrational. You weren’t meant to want them like this— not here, not now. And yet, the way Cabernet’s fingers lingered on that stranger’s sleeve made your jaw clench. Vautour’s idle smirk at some joke you couldn’t hear coiled heat low in your gut. Chelsea’s deliberate pivot away from you felt like a hook beneath your ribs, reeling you in.
You didn't realize how you seemed to want their attention, how they unintentionally— or perhaps intentionally, who knows— made you envious.
Cabernet's fingers brushed the politician's wrist as she plucked a grape from his plate, her tongue darting out to catch the juice before it could spill. The man's throat bobbed as she leaned in to murmur something, far too close for comfort, making your grip tighten around your glass. Vautour hadn't moved from her settee, but the noble's hand now rested fully on her thigh, his fingers kneading the silk of her dress like he had any right to touch her. The slow drag of Chelsea's hand as she adjusted the officer's medal deliberately made you purse your lips into a thin line.
Your brows furrowed as you sensed each of their movements, their lingering thoughts. You knew this was merely empty flattery, they were professionals, nobles— actions like these were common for them. But your chest tightened all the same. Focusing on your duties was the priority. This banquet was still a battlefield, after all. With that in mind, you picked another glass of champagne and downed it in one go, forcing yourself to watch other dignitaries, analysing potential threats and distractions.
Eirene had disappeared into the crowd again, likely engrossed in another strategic conversation. Cabernet’s laughter echoed somewhere near the piano, sharp and mocking, but you didn’t turn. Instead, you studied the intricate carvings on the ceiling, counting the chandelier’s crystals until you lost track. Time stretched and warped as glasses clinked, conversations blurred into white noise and the clatter of silverware dulled beneath the orchestra’s swelling crescendo.
In some time, the final toast was delivered with practiced ease—something about unity, prosperity, the usual hollow eloquence— but the moment the last crystal flute touched down, the room’s entire cadence shifted. Guests peeled away in murmuring clusters, their exits as choreographed as their entrances. You stood idly, shifting weight from one foot to another as you watched the hall empty out. You lingered longer in order to keep monitoring them until they'd leave.
Cabernet never once glanced towards you, her fingers now curled possessively around the politician's elbow as she steered him toward the exit, her smirk sharpening when he stumbled over his own feet. Vautour rose from the settee at last, the noble’s hand still glued to her thigh as she led him toward the grand staircase, her hips swaying like a metronome set deliberately slow. Chelsea had vanished entirely, but you caught the trailing hem of her gown disappearing past a column, the officer’s eager footsteps following just a beat too quick. Even Eirene remained conspicuously absent, swallowed by the thinning crowd.
The champagne in your glass had gone flat. You swirled it absently, watching the bubbles die against the crystal. It wasn’t supposed to matter. Their games were their own— calculated, rehearsed performances meant to unsettle rivals or coax secrets from loose lips. But the way Cabernet’s nails dug into that stranger’s sleeve, the way Vautour’s laugh pitched just a shade too sweet, the way Chelsea’s fingers had lingered on that medal.... each detail etched itself behind your eyelids like a brand.
A server brushed past, their tray laden with half-finished desserts. The clatter of porcelain snapped you back to the present. The grand hall was nearly empty now, the last stragglers murmuring their farewells. You exhaled through your nose, rolling your shoulders to dispel the tension coiled there. Then, Eirene materialized at your elbow with a whisper of silk and the ghost of a familiar perfume, her fingers curling around your wrist with deliberate pressure.
"Did you enjoy my party, Chief?~" she husked, her other hand grabbing your chin.
Her thumb traced your lips, pressing down just hard enough to sting. The phantom taste of her lipstick lingered, metallic and sweet. Before you could answer, the distant creak of a door echoed through the nearly-empty ballroom and three sets of heels clicked in perfect sync against marble. You didn’t need to turn to know who approached: Cabernet’s stride was liquid confidence, Vautour’s steps precise as a scalpel, Chelsea’s gait smooth like a blade unsheathing. Cabernet’s laugh curled around your ear first, her breath warm against your neck as she plucked the empty champagne flute from your grip.
"How cruel, leaving us to entertain these dull men all evening~" she purred, her teeth grazing your earlobe as she leaned against your back.
Vautour appeared at your other side in a rustle of silk, her fingers trailing up your arm to your shoulder.
"Did you think we wouldn't notice, little Chief?" she murmured, her thumb pressing into the hollow of your collarbone. "The way your fingers clenched every time one of us touched another?"
Your breath got caught in your throat. Of course, the shackles. How could you forget they sometimes spilled your own thoughts and desires…..
They surrounded you from all sides, caging you in the middle like prey as Chelsea's cool palm slid up your chest while Eirene's fingers tightened around your wrist in silent warning. The scent of Cabernet's wine-laced breath mingled with Vautour's expensive perfume, a dizzying blend that made your pulse hammer against your ribs. Chelsea was first to move, pressing herself flush against you with a purr.
"Aww, my baby, you should have told us you felt neglected! We would be more than happy to cling to you throughout~"
You blushed and averted your gaze, "N-No, I was fine. You all have your own guests to attend to."
A sharp tug on your tie from Chelsea forced your attention back, her nails dragging down your chest slowly, stopping just above your belt.
"Now now, don't lie, my darling~" She tilted her head, her smile widening when your breath hitched.
Behind you, Cabernet's laughter vibrated against your spine as her hands slid around your waist, her thumbs pressing circles into your hips.
"You counted every time someone touched us." Vautour observed, her fingers tracing the shell of your ear.
Chelsea's lips brushed your jaw, her voice a whisper. "Such a greedy little thing. I knew you were always possessive of us no matter how much you denied~"
Eirene chuckled darkly, her grip on your wrist tightening as she pulled you towards an empty room, the others closing ranks behind you like a living cage. The distant clatter of clean-up crews echoed through the emptying halls, but none dared approach—whether by coincidence or design, you couldn't tell.
"W-Wait, you all, this isn't—"
Cabernet's fingers slipped beneath your tie, loosening it with a sharp tug that cut off your protest.
"Shh~" she murmured against your shoulder blade as Chelsea's palm pressed flat against your stomach, fingers dipping beneath your waistband.
"We saw how restless you got watching us play with others. Isn't this what you wanted, darling?~"
The door clicked shut behind you, sealing you in with the mingling scents of their perfumes, each note layered thick as their hands now mapped your body. Chelsea's teeth grazed your earlobe while her fingers worked your belt loose, the leather hissing through loops. You swallowed hard as Cabernet's palms slid up your chest, popping buttons one by one with deliberate slowness.
"Look at her…." Vautour murmured, circling to face you with predatory grace. Her thumb swiped across your parted lips, collecting the tremor there.
"So possessive when we tease others, but now that we're all yours...." Her nail scraped your lower lip, "Suddenly shy, little Chief?~"
Eirene chuckled, "Isn't that one of the many things we adore about her? Although...." she came closer and pulled your coat off, "....I would like to hear it from your own mouth~"
Her proposition sparked something sinister in others, their smirks widening slowly while you blinked nervously.
"Hear.... what?" you asked, swallowing on nothing.
"Oh, don't act all innocent now, darling~" Chelsea cooed, stopping her movements right when she reached your pants' button.
Cabernet cupped your chin and pulled your face to the side while she nuzzled into your shoulder, "Say it, Chief. Say what you felt, and what you want now~"
They waited with bated breath, anticipation buzzing through them as their gazes remain fixed on you.
Heat crawled up your neck as you swallowed, trying not to give in to them, "T-This is ridiculous, what's the point of it?"
Cabernet suddenly pressed her body against your back, her warm breath fanning over your shoulder. "The point?" Her fingers trailed down your stomach, stopping just above the waistband of your pants.
"The point is you're ours, Chief. Every glance, every pulse spike—we felt it all. And yet…" She nipped at your earlobe, "You refused to claim us."
You pursed your lips, "B-Because I know it's all just for show, empty flattery, words and gestures meant to disarm and…." you glanced at Eirene, "Seize opportunities."
Chelsea's laughter was low and liquid, her fingers finally undoing your pants with a slow, deliberate pull. "Oh darling…." she murmured, her breath hot against your neck, "Do you really think we'd waste energy playing with men who couldn't even handle being in the same room as us?" Her nails scraped your abdomen, making you twitch. "Those were not even worth to be appetizers. You?"
Cabernet leaned in to whisper, "You are the main course, the dessert…. everything, Chief. Always~"
The button on your pants finally popped open with an obscene little click, Chelsea's fingers dipping beneath the fabric to trace the taut line of your hipbone. You sucked in a sharp breath as Vautour's palms slid up your bare chest, her thumbs brushing your nipples with deliberate, maddening lightness.
"Say it, partner." Eirene ordered, murmuring against your collarbone and her teeth scraping skin just hard enough to sting. "Or shall we make you?~"
Her hand slid down your stomach to join Chelsea's, their fingers intertwining over the swell of your cock straining against your underwear. The dual pressure of Chelsea's nails digging in and Eirene's palm grinding down made your knees buckle. Cabernet caught you with a thigh between your legs, her teeth sinking into your shoulder as Vautour leaned in, her lipstick smearing across your jaw like a brand.
"Say it, little Chief." Vautour breathed, her tongue tracing the shell of your other ear. "Say how badly you wanted to take us away from them~"
Chelsea's fingers curled possessively around your length through the fabric, squeezing just shy of pain as Eirene's teeth found your pulse point. Your vision whited out for a second, hips jerking helplessly into their combined grasp. Cabernet's thigh pressed harder between your legs, the silk of her dress rubbing torturously against your trapped erection while Vautour's nails raked down your chest. Their combined actions overwhelmed you and you finally declared your desires.
"F-Fine, yes— I was jealous…. seeing the attention you all gave them…."
The confession tore from your throat like a pulled stitch, ragged and raw. Cabernet's delighted hum vibrated against your spine as Chelsea's grip tightened, her thumb rubbing slow circles through the damp fabric.
"Jealous?" Vautour repeated, her lips curling against your jaw. "Or possessive?"
Eirene's laugh was a dark purr as her fingers joined Chelsea's beneath your waistband, fingertips tracing the leaking head of your cock.
"Both, clearly~" She pressed her thumb on the leaking head, "Our Chief doesn't share~"
"Well, neither do we~" Chelsea declared before claiming your lips in a passionate kiss.
Chelsea's fingers tangled in your hair as she pulled you into the kiss, her tongue sliding against yours with impatient hunger. Her teeth grazed your lower lip, drawing a gasp that she swallowed greedily before breaking away just long enough to murmur, "Enough talking. Take us now, darling. Show us that we belong to you~"
Her sudden impatience seemed to flame others too as they all stepped closer eagerly. You glanced at them one by one, sensing their desires through the shackles as they subconsciously conveyed it, essentially begging. You firmed yourself and finally gave in to the building tension. It was pointless to deny yourself, and them, any longer when your desires were laid bare to each other so clearly.
You didn't hesitate as your hands moved with purpose, undoing the clasps of Chelsea's gown with practiced ease. The fabric pooled at her feet like liquid gold, revealing skin beneath that glowed faintly in the dim light. She sighed as your fingers traced the delicate straps of her lingerie, her breath hitching when you let it dangle for a moment before sliding it down her arms. Chelsea arched into your touch, nipples pebbling against the cool air as you tossed the lace aside.
"Mmm, I like it when you are feisty, darling~" Chelsea husked, biting her lower lip.
Cabernet was next as she stepped forward to stand beside others. You spun her gently, fingers working the intricate ties along her spine before the dress slipped down, pooling alongside Chelsea's as she stepped out of it. She only wore a pair of silk panties underneath, the fabric already damp with her arousal. She guided your free hand to her clothed core, sighing as your fingers rubbed over.
"See how long I have held back, Chief. You made me so impatient after you denied me earlier…." she gave a mocking glance to Eirene.
Eirene scoffed, rolling her eyes, "Hmph, as if you weren't already wet the moment Chief walked into the hall."
Cabernet smirked, pressing your fingers harder against herself, "Says the one who led her away when others weren't looking and had a taste too~"
Vautour gripped your chin and pulled your face towards herself, making you ignore their bickering as she urged your hands to her body. The straps of her dress slid down easily, followed by the dress itself spilling down in a silver puddle. She stepped out of it with practiced grace, revealing nothing beneath, clearly anticipating this outcome, and pressed her bare chest against yours, her nipples stiffening from the contact. Your fingers trailed down her spine, feeling the subtle tremors as she arched into your touch.
Eirene was last, standing still as you approached, her smirk unwavering. She remembered the look you gave each time your eyes met, the smouldering desire behind them. She turned around and pulled her hair aside, showing you her half concealed back. A single zipper went down her lower back, the only barrier between you and her exposed form. She glanced at you over her shoulder, her azure eye gleaming with want, urging you to continue. You hummed approvingly and pulled the zipper down, watching as the cloth slithered downward, revealing smooth skin inch by inch until her entire back was exposed. With a sharp inhale, she shrugged off the dress, letting it pool on the floor with others'.
Soon, you were pushed on the bed by them and surrounded— Eirene and Chelsea in front, straddling each of your thighs while Vautour and Cabernet were near your arms. They didn't wait as they leaned in together, their lips claiming different parts of your body. Eirene and Chelsea kissed down your chest, nails digging down your abdomen while Cabernet and Vautour occupied your neck. You groaned as teeth grazed sensitive flesh, their tongues hot against your skin. Chelsea dragged her nails lightly down your stomach just enough to sting before dipping lower, her fingers wrapping around your aching cock with a pleased hum.
"You're already dripping for us, darling~" she purred, her thumb smearing the precum along the length before giving a slow stroke.
Eirene’s hand covered hers, guiding the rhythm tighter, faster and forcing a ragged gasp from your throat. Cabernet’s teeth sank into your shoulder as she reached down to trace the outline of your cock through Chelsea’s fingers, her touch deliberate and maddening while Vautour’s nails raked down your ribs, leaving burning trails in their wake. The scent of their arousal thickened the air— Cabernet’s wine-dark musk, Chelsea’s vanilla-laced sweat, Vautour’s sharp bergamot and Eirene’s frost-laden perfume….. all blending into a dizzying haze that seared your lungs with every panting breath.
Chelsea withdrew her hand with a slow drag, her fingers slick with your precum glistening under the low light before she brought them to Eirene’s lips, smearing them across her bottom lip in a silent challenge. Eirene’s tongue flicked out to taste, her pupils dilating as she locked eyes with Chelsea, the rivalry between them crackling like live wire before she suddenly pushed Chelsea aside and claimed your cock with her mouth in one fluid motion.
The sudden heat made you jerk against the sheets, fingers twisting in the silk beneath you as her lips sealed tight around the head, tongue swirling beneath the frenulum in slow, torturous circles. Chelsea’s laugh was a dark ripple as she reclaimed her place, her teeth grazing your thigh before her mouth joined Eirene’s, her tongue laving up the shaft to meet Eirene’s in a searing, synchronized rhythm that had your hips bucking off the bed.
Chelsea’s fingers dug into your hipbone, restraining as much as coaxing while Eirene hollowed her cheeks around you, the suction relentless until Chelsea’s lips closed over the flushed tip, her tongue flicking the slit in quick, teasing strokes. They traded control like a game, Eirene swallowing you down to the hilt with practiced ease while Chelsea retreated to lavish attention on the throbbing veins along your length, her teeth scraping lightly enough to make you curse.
You threw your head back, resting on Cabernet and Vautour as they continued. Cabernet and Vautour watched with anticipation, their own arousals growing with each movement. Their hands moved on your chest, pinching your nipples while their lips worked on your neck. The dual sensations, combined with Eirene and Chelsea’s expert ministrations, sent waves of pleasure coursing through you, each one stronger than the last.
Eirene and Chelsea moved in perfect sync, their lips and tongues working like a well-rehearsed dance. Eirene took you deep, her throat muscles fluttering around you as she swallowed you whole, while Chelsea focused on your sac, sucking each ball before releasing with a gasp and alternating with Eirene.
Cabernet's fingers tangled in your hair, guiding your head back against her bare chest as she murmured, "Look at them, Chief. See how greedy they are for you~"
Your gaze flickered down to see Chelsea's lips stretched obscenely around your cockhead and Eirene's tongue lapping up the shaft with slow, deliberate precision. The sight alone nearly undid you, but Vautour's nails scraping down your ribs kept you anchored, her teeth sinking into your earlobe as she whispered, "Not yet. We're just getting started."
Cabernet's hands slid down your chest to your hips, her thumbs pressing into the divots of your pelvis with bruising force. "We've waited too long for this." she murmured against your shoulder before suddenly pulling Chelsea away by her hair. "My turn."
In a swift motion, Cabernet and Vautour made you lie down flat then Cabernet swung her leg over your chest, straddling you in reverse, her crimson hair swaying. Chelsea barely had time to hiss in protest before Cabernet took her place, her mouth enveloping you in one slick, searing motion. Unlike Eirene's calculated torment or Chelsea's teasing play, Cabernet devoured— her tongue flattening against your length in broad, hungry strokes, her throat vibrating around you with each muffled moan. You could feel her smile when your thighs trembled, her nails digging crescent moons into your flesh as she dragged her lips back up with obscene suction.
"Wait for your turn, Cabernet." Eirene scolded, but Cabernet was unfazed.
Eirene and Chelsea exchanged glances then firmed themselves, not wanting to be left behind. The moment Cabernet pulled back, they were on you again. Chelsea's mouth was on your cock before you could even react, her tongue working in tight, rapid strokes around the head while Eirene's hands squeezed your thighs open wider, her nails digging crescents into the sensitive skin there. You groaned, arching into Chelsea's mouth as her fingers teased your perineum with featherlight pressure. Eirene also joined, her tongue lapping up your shaft then replacing Chelsea's on the tip. Cabernet chuckled at their eagerness, but she wasn't going to let them take everything.
"Now now, we can share. Chief would be pleased to have us at the same time; isn't that right, Chief?~" she smirked while glancing at you over her shoulder.
Before you could say anything, they dived in together. Cabernet's lips wrapped around the tip while Eirene and Chelsea licked the shaft and sucked on your sac, their tongues and lips moving in perfect unison. You gasped out, eyes fluttering shut at the overwhelming sensations. Vautour's face came in your view, a lazy smile adorning her face as she sighed at the 3 women's enthusiasms, she caressed your face then leaned down to kiss you slow and deep, her tongue delving in to dance with yours and swallowing your moans.
"I'll have you all by myself later, ma cherie~" Vautour breathed in between the kiss.
Her words sent a shiver down your spine as Cabernet hollowed her cheeks around you, the suction dragging a ragged groan from your throat. Chelsea's nails dug into your inner thighs, forcing them wider as Eirene's tongue traced the seam of your sac with torturous precision. The slick sounds of their mouths working you over mixed with Vautour's soft hums against your lips, a symphony of wet heat and desperate friction.
You let out a ragged gasp when Vautour pulled back, "I-I'm close— fuck!"
They smirked around your length, continuing their ministrations with no change.
"Mmm, who gets to swallow her first?" Chelsea asked, her tongue lazily lapping up the shaft.
"I believe it's only fair I get the first load~" Cabernet mused, "I was in the middle of it when Eirene interrupted."
Eirene rolled her eyes but didn't resist when Cabernet pushed her aside and took you fully into her mouth again, her throat flexing around you in tight pulses. Chelsea's fingers tightened on your thighs in protest, but it was too late as your hips jerked off the bed and Cabernet swallowed around you with a triumphant hum, her lips sealed tight at the base until every last pulse was drained.
The aftershocks left you gasping, but they gave you no respite. Cabernet pulled off with an obscene pop, her tongue swiping across her swollen lips as Chelsea immediately took her place, lapping up the mess with greedy little flicks. Eirene's nails dug into your hips as she watched, her breath coming faster when Chelsea moaned around your oversensitive flesh.
"Delicious as always. Aah, every other treat fails in front of you, Chief~" Cabernet moaned in satisfaction, licking her lips.
Chelsea nipped at your inner thigh, her fingers already stroking you back to hardness with practiced ease.
"Round two already? My, what stamina our Chief has~"
You teased while panting, "Need it to deal with you all everyday~"
They chuckled together, their hands roaming your oversensitive skin with renewed hunger.
"Aren't you glad about that? You can deal with us.... and so much more~" Cabernet mused, lazily pumping your shaft.
Her fingers were still glistening with your spend as Chelsea abruptly pushed her aside, straddling your hips in one fluid motion. The heat of her cunt hovered inches above your renewed erection, her thighs trembling with restraint.
"Enough teasing, I need her inside." she declared, rubbing her slick folds on your cockhead.
Cabernet let out a low whistle while Vautour raised an eyebrow, "Oh Chelsea~" Cabernet tutted, dragging a fingernail down Chelsea's bare arm, "So eager to ride our Chief that you'd forget how we share?"
Chelsea's answering snarl dissolved into a gasp when Eirene's fingers suddenly pinched her nipple, twisting just shy of pain.
"Patience, Chelsea." Eirene ordered, "Unless you'd like us to tie you to the bedframe and make you watch first?"
Chelsea growled, her thighs clamping around your hips hard enough to bruise as Cabernet laughed and shifted back to straddle your face in reverse, her damp folds hovering over your lips. The scent of her arousal hit you like a physical blow, musk laced with bergamot and something darker, sharper. You barely had time to register the heat before she ground down, her swollen clit dragging against your tongue as Vautour guided your left hand between her own thighs with a breathy sigh.
"Mmm, that's it…. taste me, Chief~" Cabernet moaned, grinding on your mouth.
"Aah…. good girl, ma cherie~" Vautour praised, tipping her head back.
Eirene’s fingers tangled with yours on her right, pressing your digits into her slick folds with a possessive squeeze.
"How dare you ignore me, my partner?" she murmured, guiding your middle finger in a slow circle around her entrance before pushing it inside up to the second knuckle. Her hips rolled into the motion with practiced ease, her inner walls fluttering around your finger, hotter and tighter than you remembered.
"Seems we are all ready now. How about you, darling?~" Chelsea asked, earning a muffled reply as your face was buried in Cabernet's heat.
They chuckled lowly, exchanging a single glance with each other before beginning. Chelsea sank onto your cock with a shuddering sigh, her wet heat enveloping you inch by agonizing inch until her thighs pressed flush against yours. The sensation tore a ragged groan from your throat, vibrating against Cabernet’s clit as she rode your face with slow, undulating rolls of her hips. Eirene’s fingers clenched the bedsheet, her breath hitching when you crooked your finger against that spongy spot that made her back arch. Vautour’s moan echoed above you as she guided your other hand deeper between her thighs, her slick coating your fingers as she ground against your palm.
The room filled with the wet sounds of skin on skin. Cabernet’s gasps as your tongue flicked her clit in rapid circles, Chelsea’s choked whimpers when you thrust up into her clenching walls, Eirene’s nails raking down your arm when you added a second finger and Vautour’s thighs trembled around your wrist, her breath coming in sharp little pants. Heat radiated off their bodies in waves, sweat-slick skin sticking to yours wherever they pressed close, a tangle of limbs and hunger too long denied. Chelsea’s nails dragged down your abdomen as she lifted herself halfway up your cock only to sink back down with a cry, her inner muscles fluttering around you in erratic pulses.
Cabernet’s moan pitched higher when you sucked her clit between your lips, her thighs shaking around your head as she ground down harder. “Mmm, fuck—just like that, Chief!” she gasped, rocking against your mouth with abandon. “Knew you’d—ah!—knew you’d remember how I like it!~”
Eirene’s laugh was ragged as she curled over your hand, her hips jerking into your thrusting fingers. “So—hnng—so good at this....” she panted, “Always—!~” Her words broke off in a gasp when you twisted your fingers inside her just right, her walls clamping down tight.
Vautour’s nails raked down your forearm as she rode your palm, her moan dripping like honey. “Mon Dieu, ma chérie, your fingers—ah!—they remember me better than my own!~” Her thighs tightened around your wrist, pressing your knuckles deeper against her swollen clit with each roll of her hips.
Chelsea bounced on your cock with wild abandon, her eyes glazed as she moaned out raggedly, "Yes…. yes…. darling…. Ohhh— f-fuck! Harder!~"
Her words lit a fire under the others, Cabernet's grinding became frantic, her thighs clamping around your head as she gasped, "Mmm! Yesss… right there, Chief! Don't stop—!"
Eirene snarled when you curled your fingers inside her, her hips stuttering as her orgasm ripped through her with a choked cry. Her release dripped down your wrist, hot and slick, just as Vautour's thighs trembled violently around your hand. "Ah—! Mon Dieu—!" she sobbed, her body bowing forward as she came against your palm, her climax pulsing around your fingers in rhythmic waves.
Chelsea's rhythm faltered when Cabernet suddenly arched with a shattered scream, her thighs crushing your head as she ground down mercilessly on your tongue. The taste of her flooded your mouth as her cunt clenched around nothing, her orgasm wringing every last drop from her. You barely had time to recover before Chelsea snarled and slammed down onto your cock, her nails raking down your belly.
"Come on…." she gasped, her walls fluttering wildly around you. "Cum in me…. together….!~"
Her claim dissolved into a high-pitched wail as her orgasm overtook her, her cunt milking your length with violent pulses that had your vision whiting out. You arched off the bed with a ragged groan, spilling into her with a force that left both of you shuddering. Chelsea's thighs clamped around your hips like a vice, her nails biting crescents into your skin as she rode out every last twitch of your release. Your muscles locked tight, every nerve alight as she dragged her fingernails down your chest, prolonging the aftershocks until you collapsed back against the sheets, breathless and spent.
Cabernet lifted herself off your mouth with a slick sound, her thighs trembling as she straddled your chest and surveyed the wreckage beneath her—Eirene still gasping around your fingers, Vautour's head tipped back in post-coital bliss, Chelsea's palms braced on your stomach as she rocked lazily through the last waves of her climax. A slow, satisfied smirk curled Cabernet's lips as she caressed her glistening thighs.
"And that" she purred, "is how you remind Chief exactly who she belongs to~"
Chelsea scoffed, rolling her hips lazily against your softening cock just to feel your twitch, the aftershocks still rippling through you as her inner muscles fluttered. Eirene withdrew your fingers slowly, bringing them to her lips with a satisfied hum. The scent of her arousal clung to your skin, mingling with Vautour's bergamot as she leaned down to lick a stripe up your wrist, her tongue lingering over your pulse point. They finally shifted away, withdrawing themselves to let you breathe and rest while sitting around you, gazing at your panting form.
"Haah… that was intense….." you breathed, "But I don't think any of you are satisfied yet."
Cabernet chuckled darkly, dragging her nails down your sternum as she reclined against the headboard.
"Observant as ever~"
Her eyes flicked to the others, a silent challenge passing between them before she tilted her head. "Though I wonder… who gets you next?"
You answered before any of them could, "Vautour…. then Eirene."
Vautour's feline eyes widened slightly, then her lips curled into a slow, devastating smile as she dragged a single fingertip down your still-heaving chest.
"Mm, always fair and just, little Chief~" she husked, her breath ghosting over your sternum as she climbed atop you with liquid grace.
Vautour's bare thighs bracketed your hips, still damp with her spend as she trailed a fingertip down your freshly marked chest. Her weight settled deliberately, just enough pressure to make you hiss when her slick folds brushed your spent cock. She lazily rubbed herself across it, coating it with her arousal while her eyes gazed into yours and her hands cupped your face.
"How would you like it this time?~" she asked, leaning down to brush her lips against yours, her hair draping around. "Do you want me to ride you or…." she trailed her finger across yours jaw, "….Do you want to engrave me into the sheets?~"
You swallowed thickly, the ache of exhaustion barely registering beneath the renewed throb of arousal as she ground herself against your cock, coaxing it back to hardness with slow, sinuous rolls of her hips.
"However you like." you smiled, lightly grabbing her hips, "Whatever makes you feel good, that's what matters most."
Her lips curled up in a satisfied smile, fingers trailing down your chest now to trace lazy patterns before she claimed your lips in a sudden kiss.
"Mmm, and you were really getting jealous earlier. You offend us, little Chief~" she mused, her thumb caressing your lips. "There are several reasons why we like you. One of them being this.... side of yours~"
Vautour's whisper curled against your lips as she sat upright, her thighs squeezing your hips just enough to make you groan. The friction of her sliding along your length was maddening, not enough to push inside but just enough to tease the oversensitive flesh back to full hardness. She watched your face with hooded amusement, her fingers tracing idle patterns down your sternum while her slick heat painted your cock in glistening streaks.
"What…. do you mean? Isn't this normal behaviour?" you questioned between a hiss.
Eirene and Cabernet were first to chuckle at that, moving to perch on your sides.
"Oh, Chief. Don't act so clueless. You know what she means~" Cabernet husked.
Eirene leaned down, "Do you think any of those men could handle us? Oh no, they are too egoistic and intolerably sensitive for it."
Chelsea joined in, "You let us be…. us. You put our needs before your own, let us lead you, play with you, until finally we take what we want~"
"And." Vautour continued, "Above all, you let us control you when it matters—" Her hips rolled forward in one smooth motion, sheathing your cock to the hilt with a breathless gasp. The stretch burned in the best way, her inner muscles fluttering as she adjusted around you. "—then take control when we need it most~"
You groaned softly as her walls clenched you, your hands settling on her hips. She leaned down once again, her breasts crushing against yours as she adjusted, her breath mingling with yours.
"Do the honours, ma chérie. Show them how you claim me~" Vautour breathed, her teeth grazing your earlobe as she lifted herself just enough to leave you aching.
The implicit challenge sent fire licking through your veins, you gripped her hips hard enough to bruise and thrust up in one sharp snap that drew a startled cry from her lips. Her thighs trembled as you set a brutal pace, each drive of your hips punctuated by the wet slap of skin and her choked moans. Cabernet sprawled beside you, lazily circling her clit while watching your cock thrust in and out.
"Look at her, so desperate already~" she teased, fingers glistening as she pressed two inside herself with a shudder.
Vautour's gasp hitched when you angled your thrusts deeper, her nails scoring your chest as she threw her head back. The muscles of her stomach fluttered under your palms, her body arching like a drawn bowstring when your next thrust struck that sweet spot inside her.
"Mmmh! Magnifique…. ma chérie…. just there— aahn!~" Vautour moaned breathlessly.
You suddenly sat up in one swift motion, grabbing her tighter and pistoned faster, harder. Her arms wrapped around your neck, head thrown back as you nuzzled into her neck to kiss and mark her skin.
"Yes! A-ah… fuck!~" she cried, legs wrapping around your waist to pull you deeper.
The shift in angle made her walls clamp down like a vice, and Vautour’s breath hitched with her whole body tightening as her pleasure crested. Her nails raked down your shoulders, dragging red lines across sweat-slick skin as she rode the edge with shuddering gasps.
"Mmm—yes—right there, don’t stop—!" she begged, her hips rolling in erratic little jerks against yours.
The friction burned, her slick heat gripping you with every thrust, her breath hot against your ear in ragged pants. Every snap of your hips drew another broken sound from Vautour’s throat, sharp little whimpers buried in the crook of your neck, her thighs squeezing tighter around you as if she could fuse herself to your skin. Her climax built in stuttering waves, her cunt fluttering around your cock in erratic pulses that threatened to unravel you both.
Chelsea’s fingers traced the scars on your back from behind, her nails pressing just shy of pain as she murmured, “Look at her….so messy when she falls apart for you, darling.”
Vautour chuckled at the taunt, about to retort which dissolved into a moan when you dragged her hips down harder onto your cock, her spine arching like a drawn bowstring. Eirene’s breath hitched beside you, her fingers tightening on your forearm as she watched Vautour’s thighs tremble, the sight of your cock disappearing into her slick heat drawing a shiver from her.
“How long do you think she’ll last?” she mused, dragging her tongue along her lower lip.
Vautour’s answering snarl dissolved into a gasp when you slammed up into her again, her hips stuttering as she clawed at your shoulders.
“A-ah—yes—” Her whimper was cut short by another rough thrust, her body bowing forward until her forehead pressed against yours, her breath coming in ragged little pants.
You could feel her unraveling—the way her cunt clenched rhythmically around you, the shudder that wracked her spine, the desperate scrape of her nails as she clung to you. Her moans grew fractured, her thighs trembling violently around your waist as her climax crested.
“F-fuck—Y/n, please—” Your name tore from her lips like a prayer, ragged and broken, just as you drove into her one final time, deep enough to make her sob, and came.
The force of your release punched the air from your lungs, your vision whitening at the edges as you spilled into her with a groan. Vautour’s thighs locked around you, her walls milking every drop as her own orgasm eclipsed. Her cry was muffled against your shoulder, teeth scraping your collarbone as she shuddered through it, her cunt pulsing around you in rhythmic clenches that drew out your climax until you were both gasping, trembling. The aftershocks left her boneless, her breath hot and uneven against your neck as she slumped against you, her fingers twitching where they gripped your shoulders.
"Mmm, mon Dieu…" Vautour murmured, her lips brushing your damp skin as she exhaled, her body still twitching with residual pleasure.
She drew back just enough to cup your face, her thumb tracing your bottom lip with a reverence that belied the filthy wreckage of her voice.
"You spoil me, ma chérie. Such stamina… such devotion…" Her smirk was lazy, satisfied, as she rolled her hips once, just to feel you twitch inside her before lifting herself off with a slow, slick slide that made you both hiss. Vautour stretched like a cat in sunlight, her muscles trembling faintly as she collapsed onto the pillows beside you, her skin still flushed and glistening.
"Magnifique~" she sighed, tracing a lazy finger down your sternum.
You collapsed back as well, surrounded by them from all sides as they watched you pant heavily, catching your breath. Eirene was the first to move, cupping your face with one hand, "Tired, partner? I'll allow you some rest before we begin~"
You nodded, "Just…. give me a moment, and some water if possible…."
Cabernet chuckled, sliding off the bed to fetch a glass from the side table while Chelsea lazily traced circles on your stomach. The cool rim pressed against your lips moments later, and you drank gratefully, the cold liquid soothing your raw throat. As you swallowed, Cabernet's fingers brushed a stray droplet from your chin, her thumb pressing against your bottom lip with deliberate intent.
"Still so eager to please…." she murmured, her other hand trailing down to where your cock lay spent against your thigh. Her fingertips ghosted over the oversensitive flesh, drawing a full-body shiver. "Even exhausted, you're thinking of us, aren't you?"
You breathed out then sat up, rolling your shoulders and neck to ease tension, "I'm wondering, did you all plan this from the start?"
They exchanged glances at that, a knowing look passing between them.
"Hmm, it's a little complicated~" Cabernet mused, twirling her hair around her fingers.
You raised an eyebrow and looked at Eirene, expecting an answer. She let out an amused hum and took the glass from your hand, swirling it around, "Well, I happened to be nearby the day Chelsea invited you and heard you refuse her."
She then pointed the glass towards Cabernet and Vautour, "And I found out through Cabernet that you refused Bleu as well. That told me enough it'll be futile to extend an invitation from my side, so I…. found another way~"
You looked at her wide-eyed then she continued, "I did convince the 9th Agency to send you. However, I did not inform the three of them about it~" Her lips curled in a smirk, "Therefore, your presence here was indeed 'planned'. But everything after that…. until this moment, were simply our desires and you playing along~"
You pondered for a moment, rubbing the back of your head, "Huh, all that effort to bring me here.... Was there some other purpose?"
Eirene softly chuckled then stood up from the bed. She kept the glass on the bedside table before walking towards the closed balcony. She looked at your reflection in the window then swung it open, letting the cool breeze fill the room.
"There doesn't always have to be a 'reason', Chief, does there?~" she murmured over her shoulder, the moonlight casting silver along her bare shoulders.
Chelsea's fingers paused their idle tracing of your abdomen as she smirked, "Can't we simply want you for pleasure alone?~"
Cabernet draped over your back, her tongue darting out to lick your earlobe, "A new experience compared to our usual routines, wouldn't you say?~"
The breeze carried the scent of Eastside's luxury through the open balcony doors, mingling with the musk of sex still thick in the air. Vautour stretched out beside you, her fingers tracing lazy patterns along your forearm as she studied your expression.
"You're thinking too hard, little Chief." she murmured, rolling onto her side to prop herself up on one elbow. "Does it matter how we got here?"
You smiled then shook your head, "Not really, I was just curious how everything played out so well."
Eirene hummed then turned to face your, her arms crossed over her chest. "Enough talking, you seem well rested now." She beckoned you with a finger, "Continue."
You chuckled while approaching her, grabbing her waist and pulling her close. She gasped softly when you kissed her neck, your hands trailing down to grip her thighs.
"Oh? Feeling bold after all that?" she teased, but her breath hitched when you lifted her effortlessly and pinned her against the balcony railing. The city lights glittered below, casting gold across her flushed skin as her legs wrapped around your waist. The night air kissed your sweat-slicked backs while her nails dug into your shoulders.
"Seems you were awfully eager to have me at this party. What did you plan, Eirene?" you whispered against her ear.
Her laugh was breathless, already arching into the heat of your renewed hardness pressing against her.
"Wouldn't you like to know?~" she taunted, her fingers twisting in your hair as the wind tugged at the strands around her face.
The city pulsed below with car horns, distant sirens and the hum of neon, but up here there was only the sharp intake of her breath when you rolled your hips forward, grinding against her slickness.
"The only plan I had was some entertainment. It's your fault for getting so irresistibly jealous—ah!~" Eirene gasped, her fingers tightening in your hair even as her thighs flexed around your waist. Her laughter was breathless, edged with the same recklessness that made her bite down on your shoulder when you shifted her higher on the railing.
"We're forty stories up—"
The wind snatched her words as you yanked her forward by the hips, her bare back arching over the abyss of glittering city lights. Her gasp turned into a strangled moan when you bent her over the railing in one fluid motion, her palms slapping against the cold stone banister as the sheer drop yawned beneath her. Below, neon signs blurred into streaks of garish color, the distant hum of traffic reduced to a whisper against the pounding of your pulse.
Eirene's knuckles whitened around the railing, her toes barely scraping the balcony floor as you shoved her thighs wider. The breeze licked up the sweat along her spine, raising gooseflesh as you traced the curve of her ass with your cock, teasing the slick heat between her legs. She shivered—not from fear, but from the thrill prickling down her arms as her breasts pressed against the platform. She looked at you over her shoulder with hooded eyes, catching a glimpse at Cabernet, Vautour and Chelsea watching eagerly then smirked.
"That's how you respond to a reputed lady's eagerness, Chief~" she praised, rolling her hips back to grind into you.
You held her hips tighter, rubbing your cockhead over her drenched folds to make her shudder before slowly pushing in, hissing as her warm walls accommodated you. She gasped softly as you hilted to the base, panting at the feeling of being stuffed full then gave a teasing clench to your shaft, followed by thrusting herself back.
"Come now, partner. Show me what you learned from observing me today~" she coaxed you, teasingly grinding on your length.
You responded by pulling out until just the tip remained, her sudden whimper cut short when you slammed back in hard enough to make her fingers slip on the polished stone. Eirene barely caught herself as your palms flattened against her shoulder blades, pinning her lower while you set a relentless pace that knocked her breath loose in punched-out moans. She held the banister tighter with each thrust, the vibration traveling up her trembling arms as she arched helplessly into your movements. Below, her pale thighs glowed under neon reflections, already marked with faint fingerprints that darkened with every punishing snap of your hips.
"Ah—yes—just like that!" Eirene gasped, her voice fraying at the edges when your thumb pressed against the base of her spine. Her approval dissolved into a cry as you angled deeper, the slap of skin echoing against the glass towers around you. Wind whipped stray strands of hair across her face when she twisted to look at you with flushed cheeks and lips parted around uneven breaths, the sheer hunger in her gaze burning hotter than the city below.
"See? You've always been… nngh!… such a quick study~" Her praise stuttered when you gripped her hips tighter, dragging her back onto your cock with enough force to make her toes leave the ground entirely.
The balcony rail dug into her stomach as she arched, her fingers scrambling for purchase on the slick stone. Below her dangling feet, Eastside's skyline yawned, a vertiginous drop that should've terrified her, but Eirene only laughed breathlessly when you thrust up harder, your pelvis slamming against her ass with a wet smack that carried over the wind.
"Fuck—!" Her curse fractured into a moan when you reached around to pinch her clit, her cunt clenching around you in rhythmic pulses. The neon glow painted her sweat-slicked back in garish pinks and blues, highlighting the way her muscles tensed as she fought to stay balanced. You pulled her back to make her feet stay firm on the ground, assuming a comfortable position that had you both seeing stars. Your hips found a stable rhythm, pumping into her with quick yet deep thrusts that had her moaning in ecstasy.
In the room behind you, the three women watched with bated breath. Cabernet bit her lower lip followed by swiping her tongue across it, her hands subconsciously clenching the sheet as her eyes remained fixated on you. It was rare to see you get rough, but oh how much she craved it. Chelsea had a more serious expression, almost frowning at your enthusiasm and attention to fuck Eirene. Vautour lazily lounged, her chest heaving while her gaze burned with need once again.
Eirene's hands scrambled against the railing, her knuckles whitening as you angled your thrusts deeper. Each slam of your hips forced a sharp gasp from her lips, her thighs trembling violently when you gripped them tighter to maintain leverage. The night air carried her scent as her moans crescendoed into throaty cries that echoed faintly against the glass towers. She could practically feel the burning gazes of the three women behind, smirking to herself in triumph.
The sight was obscene and terrific to think about— the esteemed Eirene Campbell, CEO of Quinn was bent over the balcony of her own establishment by the one person she trusted most, the only one she opened her heart to. Her long locks danced in the wind, her moans mixing with the hum of DisCity's nightlife as she braced herself against the railing, her bare skin flushed under neon lights.
She suddenly pushed herself up, surging back to loop her arm around your neck and pull you down for a messy kiss, her tongue dancing with yours as her body laid against you, your hands wrapping around her waist to hold her as you continued thrusting. The balcony railing dug into your thighs, but the discomfort was drowned out by the way her cunt fluttered around you, tightening in erratic pulses that betrayed how close she was.
She released the kiss with a gasp, her fingers tangling in your hair, "Good…. ngh… you learned well how to—oh!—please me…. mmh…. make me cum now~"
She breathed against your lips followed by throwing her head on your shoulder, arching as your hand snaked down to rub her clit with rhythmic motions. The cruel precision of your fingers matched your thrusts, each roll of your hips dragging a moan from her throat, each flick of your thumb making her thighs tremble. Eirene’s fingers clenched your hair as her pleasure coiled tighter, her breath coming in sharp, uneven pants against your collarbone. When you bit down on her shoulder, she gasped, her body bowing taut like a wire about to snap.
The moment her walls fluttered around you, you buried yourself to the hilt, grinding deep as she came with a cry that the wind tore from her lips. Her cunt milked you in pulsing waves, drawing your own release with a groan that vibrated against her sweat-slicked skin. You spilled into her with shuddering thrusts, her name ragged on your tongue as the aftershocks left her trembling against you. Eirene’s legs nearly gave out, her weight sagging into your arms while the city lights blurred behind her half-lidded eyes. She turned her head just enough to catch your lips in a lazy, satisfied kiss, her fingers still tangled in your hair.
“Mmm… exemplary work, partner~” she purred against your mouth, her voice roughened by exertion.
The way she clung to you with limbs loose with pleasure, breaths still uneven betrayed the lingering tremors coursing through her. When you carefully pulled out, her soft whimper was swallowed by the breeze, her thighs glistening in the neon glow. Your essence leaked out, rolling down her thighs and she let out a satisfied hum at the sensation, her fingers drifting down to catch the droplets and lick them.
"Hmm, exquisite…." she moaned then laid in your embrace, catching her breath.
You breathed out with her, "You alright?"
She chuckled affectionately and nodded, "You wouldn't be standing here if anything…. unforeseen happened, partner~"
Before you could reply, a familiar voice called out to you, "Ahem, apologies for interrupting such a lovely moment…." it was Cabernet, of course. "But we're not quite finished with you yet, Chief~"
Eirene chuckled against your chest before peeling herself away with a languid stretch, her skin glowing under the neon haze. She shot you a knowing smirk before gesturing toward Cabernet with her chin. "Go on, partner. I believe our dear Cabernet has been… very patient."
Cabernet swayed toward the vintage record player tucked in the corner, hips rolling with deliberate sensuality as she flipped through Eirene's collection. The needle hissed before settling into a sultry upbeat jazz melody, a song you recognized too well due to its radio popularity. She turned back to you, one hand resting on her cocked hip, the other twirling a lock of hair around her finger.
"Mmm, perfect song to set the mood. Wouldn't you agree, Chief?~" she purred, beckoning you with her finger.
You walked towards her awaiting figure, "Undefined Red…. Of course, it suits you perfectly. Almost as if it's made for you…."
Cabernet laughed, catching you by the wrist and pulling you flush against her, the heat of her bare skin searing against your own.
"Oh, but it was made for me~" she murmured, her breath warm against your lips as she began swaying to the rhythm, guiding your hands to her waist. Her hips rolled against yours with each beat, the friction drawing a low groan from your throat. "Now dance with me properly, Chief~"
The music pulsed through the room like a second heartbeat as Cabernet pressed closer, her fingers trailing up your chest before locking behind your neck. She moved with practiced grace, every motion calculated to tease— her thigh brushing against your half-hard cock, her nails scraping lightly down your spine. When she spun away, the sudden absence of her warmth made you reach for her instinctively, but she laughed and caught your wrist, twirling back into your arms with her back flush against your chest.
"You made me wait so long~" she purred, arching into your touch as your hands slid up her stomach to cup her breasts. Her nipples peaked under your palms, and you rolled them between your fingers just hard enough to make her breath hitch. The jazz melody swelled, horns blaring as Cabernet ground her ass against your thickening length, her head falling back onto your shoulder with a sigh, her wine-kissed scent making you entranced.
Just when the drum hit, you spun her to face you and swiftly lifted her up, her legs automatically wrapping around you as you carried her towards the bed. She laughed breathlessly at the action, claiming your lips in a passionate kiss before gasping as you laid her on the bed and climbed above her. Instead of entering her immediately, you trailed kisses down her neck, pausing to nip lightly at her collarbone while she squirmed beneath you, impatient.
Cabernet’s playful smirk wavered as your hands traced the curve of her waist before dipping lower, fingers pressing against her inner thighs, already slick from watching you take Eirene, and spreading them wider. She arched when your thumb circled her clit, her breath hitching as you teased her entrance with slow, maddening strokes. The jazz swirled around her sharp little gasp when you sank two fingers into her without warning, curling them just so, her hips jerked off the mattress, her moan dissolving into a broken laugh.
“Mmm…. unfair.” she panted, nails scraping your biceps as you added a third finger, twisting them deeper until her thighs trembled. Her laugh pitched into a whimper when you dragged your tongue along her neck, tasting salt and wine. Each thrust of your fingers stretched her obscenely, the wet sounds drowned out only by her ragged breathing until she seized your wrist, her pupils blown wide.
Cabernet lifted her hips with a breathy command—“Now”—but you withdrew your fingers, pressing them against her lips instead. Her tongue darted out instinctively, licking them clean while you lined your cock at her entrance. The first slow push punched a moan from her lungs, her legs tightening around your waist to pull you deeper. You paused halfway, savoring how her walls fluttered until she growled and slammed her hips up, sheathing you completely with a gasp that melted into a throaty chuckle.
“There we go—aaahn!~” she moaned, raking her nails down your back as you began rolling your hips in languid circles. The jazz crescendoed as you braced one hand beside her head, the other gripping her thigh to hitch it higher, changing the angle just enough to make her breath stutter. Her moans synced with the trumpet’s wail, each thrust punctuated by the slap of skin and the creak of the bedframe.
Cabernet arched off the mattress, her fingers twisting in the sheets as you snapped your hips harder, her voice cracking on your name. The neon glow from outside painted her writhing body in streaks of violet and gold, catching the sweat beading between her breasts. She reached up to claw at your hair, yanking your head down to capture your mouth in a biting kiss—all teeth and tongue and wine-sweet gasps.
Behind you, the bed dipped as Chelsea climbed atop, her thighs bracketing yours as she pressed her chest to your back. Her nails scored lines down your spine while her lips found your ear.
"You're being too gentle with her, darling Chief." she murmured, the accusation hot against your skin. "After all that fuss she made about waiting, don't you think she deserves proper punishment?~"
Cabernet laughed breathlessly at that, her hands reaching up to pull you closer, "Mmm, go ahead….ngh…. feast on me properly~"
Chelsea nipped your earlobe sharply and your hips snapped forward, plunging into Cabernet with enough force to make her cry out, her thighs clamping around your waist as she arched off the bed. The suddenness of it tore a gasp from her lips, her fingers scrambling against your shoulders as you pinned her down and fucked into her with rough, shallow thrusts that left her gasping. The jazz music swelled around Cabernet's moans, high and desperate now as Chelsea traced the sweat along your spine with her tongue, her hands sliding down to grip your hips, guiding you deeper with each snap forward.
Chelsea nipped your earlobe sharply and your hips snapped forward, plunging into Cabernet with enough force to make her cry out, her thighs clamping around your waist as she arched off the bed. The suddenness of it tore a gasp from her lips, her fingers scrambling against your shoulders as you pinned her down and fucked into her with rough, shallow thrusts that left her gasping. The jazz music swelled around Cabernet's moans, high and desperate now as Chelsea traced the sweat along your spine with her tongue, her hands sliding down to grip your hips, guiding you deeper with each snap forward.
Cabernet's head tossed back against the sheets, the gold chain around her throat glinting as she panted, "Y-Yes—just like that—!"
Her plea dissolved into a sharp whine when you hooked one of her legs over your arm, spreading her wider. The rhythm became erratic, brutal and Cabernet's cunt fluttered around you in frantic pulses as you drove into her without mercy, her climax coiling tight beneath the onslaught. The bedframe groaned beneath the force, drowning out Cabernet's broken moans as she clutched at your shoulders, her body arching like a drawn bowstring.
"Ah—ah—Chief—!~" The syllables of your name fragmented into a breathless keen, her thighs trembling violently around your waist. Her nail raked down your back, digging into your skin and her spine bowed as pleasure crackled through her veins. The words that spilled from her lips were half-formed—half praise, half curses—her voice fraying at the edges with each thrust.
"So good—nngh—right there, don’t stop—fuck!~"
Cabernet’s words dissolved into a string of breathless, nonsensical moans as her hips jerked erratically against yours, her thighs squeezing tight enough to bruise. Her fingers clawed at your shoulders, blunt nails leaving crescent moons in their wake while her back arched off the bed, every muscle pulled taut like a bowstring. The neon lights fractured across her sweat-slicked skin, catching the tremors that wracked her body as she teetered on the edge—her moans pitched higher, fractured, her voice breaking around syllables that no longer formed words, just raw, unfiltered pleasure spilling from her lips.
The moment her climax hit, her cunt clamped down on you with such violent intensity that her scream choked off into a silent gasp, her mouth hanging open as her eyes rolled back. Waves of pleasure radiated through her, pulsing in time with the erratic flutter of her walls around your cock, milking you with desperate, rhythmic clenches. Her thighs trembled violently, toes curling as her entire body shuddered through the aftershocks, her fingers slackening their grip on your shoulders as she collapsed bonelessly against the sheets, chest heaving. The sensation was too much for you and you spilled inside her right after, grunting as you sheathed balls deep.
Cabernet moaned and licked her lips feeling your warm essence inside, "Oh yes, fill me up…. mmmh….!~"
You hissed as you pumped the last few spurts then slowly pulled out with a pop, watching as it leaked out of her throbbing cunt. She reached down to push it back inside, lazily rolling her clit and gathering your combined release before bringing it to her lips and dragging her tongue on her digits, relishing the flavor.
"Oh, I can never have enough of your taste, Chief~" she moaned in ecstasy.
You panted heavily then collapsed on your back beside her, wiping your sweat slick forehead and gazing up at the ceiling with hazy eyes. Cabernet rolled to cuddle into your right side, followed by Chelsea laying on your left, their hands tracing idle patterns on your chest. Eirene and Vautour were on you before you knew it, climbing up and settling between your legs then laying atop your torso. The four of them gazed at you with hooded, pleasure-induced eyes, their faces flushed and satiated smiles adorning their features.
Eirene leaned closer, cupping your face, "Rest up before the next round, partner~"
You chuckled, "How many rounds do you all want?"
"As many as you can give us~" Vautour replied, her tongue licking up your chest, "But if we were to be more specific…." she trailed off and glanced at each of them with a knowing look, and you too knew what she meant.
Cabernet stretched out her arms, arching her back with a satisfied sigh. "Oh, I think five rounds would be perfect~" The smirk curling her lips suggested she wasn't just counting orgasms…. she was counting how many different ways she could milk them from you.
You swallowed nervously, "You mean…. five for each of you….?"
Chelsea chuckled darkly, tracing a nail down your sternum. "Oh darling, surely you didn't think we'd be satisfied with one apiece?" Her teeth grazed your collarbone as Vautour's hand drifted lower, fingers wrapping around your already hardening length with a possessive squeeze.
"Don't you remember your mission, Chief?" Eirene purred, "You have to monitor us until we leave~"
Your eyes widened anxiously, realizing they were dead serious as they gazed at you with predatory smirks.
The night passed in a blur of tangled limbs, muffled laughter, and the slick sounds of skin on skin, each round bleeding into the next with no clear beginning or end. The neon glow through the windows never dimmed, painting their bodies in ever-shifting hues as they took turns claiming you, their hunger only growing with each climax. At some point, someone—Cabernet, probably—had poured champagne down your chest, the bubbles fizzing against your skin before Chelsea licked it off with slow, deliberate strokes of her tongue. Vautour's teeth left crescent moons on your thigh while Eirene rode you with her head thrown back, her nails raking fresh lines over the ones Cabernet had carved earlier. Time lost meaning; the only constants were the heat of their bodies and the ache of overstimulation singing through your nerves.
By the third round, your muscles trembled with exhaustion, but they showed no mercy. Chelsea pinned your wrists above your head while Eirene straddled your face, her thighs squeezing tight as she ground against your tongue. Vautour's lips wrapped around your cock, her throat working around you with practiced ease as Cabernet whispered filth in your ear, her fingers twisting in your hair. The air thickened with the scent of sweat and sex, their mingled moans drowning out the jazz record that had long since looped into static. You came again with a hoarse groan, spilling down Vautour's throat as Eirene shuddered above you, her climax dripping onto your chin. By the fourth round, they demanded what you gave Eirene on the balcony….
Morning light crept in like a thief, painting the ruined sheets in pale gold. Limbs tangled haphazardly—Chelsea's thigh thrown over your hip, Cabernet's face smushed against your chest, Eirene's hair fanned across your stomach like spilled ink, and Vautour nuzzled into your neck. A breeze carried the scent of sex-changed sheets and drying champagne. Someone (Chelsea, undoubtedly) had kicked off the duvet in her sleep, leaving bare the constellation of bite marks purpling your shoulders. Your body ached in places you hadn't known could ache, muscles protesting any movement. Yet when you shifted slightly, Cabernet made a disgruntled sound and clung tighter, her nails digging possessively into your bicep even in sleep.
They stirred before you, waking up one by one and stretching with lazy movements. Cabernet propped her chin on your chest, her fingertips tracing the bite marks along your shoulder. "Mmm… we might've gone a little overboard." she mused, though the smirk curling her lips betrayed her lack of true remorse. Her nail scraped lightly over a particularly dark bruise near your collarbone. "Couldn't help myself…. not when she was taking us all so beautifully"
Chelsea stretched languidly beside you, her thigh draping possessively over yours. "Should we feel guilty?" she drawled, though her fingers drifted to your ribcage where she'd left crescent-shaped imprints with unmistakable satisfaction. "Five rounds. And she still managed to pin Eirene against the wall for that sixth." Her laugh was husky, warm against your skin as she leaned down to press her lips to the marks she'd left.
Cabernet yawned like a satiated cat, her teeth flashing before she tucked her head against your shoulder. "Mmm… I counted seven." She tapped your sternum pointedly. "You forgot when she had me bent over the chaise while Vautour rode her fingers." The memory darkened her gaze, her tongue flicking out to wet her bottom lip. "Fuck. Just picturing it makes me want to wake her up for round eight."
Eirene chuckled low, twisting a lock of your hair around her finger. "You can't even keep your eyes open properly, Cabernet." Her thumb brushed the shadows under your eyes with unexpected gentleness. "She’s earned her rest."
Vautour hummed agreement, pressing a kiss to the pulse in your throat. "Besides…." she murmured against your skin, "we drained her thoroughly." Her fingers ghosted down your abdomen to the sensitive flesh between your thighs, drawing a reflexive twitch that made them all grin.
They smiled lazily then Chelsea whispered while gazing at your affectionately, "I wonder what she dreams about."
Eirene answered swiftly, "Her work."
The women laughed—soft, knowing. Cabernet's fingers trailed down your chest, tracing the rise and fall of your breath. "Poor Chief~" she teased. "Even in sleep, she's chasing Sinners."
Vautour smiled against your collarbone, her breath warm as she murmured, "Or perhaps she's dreaming of us." Her teeth grazed the same spot lightly.
You groaned in your sleep once, shifting slightly as your brows furrowed and eyes twitched open, blinking to adjust to the morning light. They observed for a moment then leaned close together and kissed a part each— Cabernet and Chelsea kissing your cheeks, Eirene and Vautour kissing near your lips.
"Good morning, Chief~" they spoke in unison when you finally awakened.
You could barely comprehend the situation as you tried to sit up but were pushed back by four pairs of hands.
"Take it easy, partner~" Eirene tutted.
You exhaled heavily as you gained reason, "Good morning…. what time is it?"
Cabernet chuckled, her fingers tracing circles on your chest, "Just past nine~" She leaned in, her breath hot against your ear. "Plenty of time for breakfast in bed…."
Chelsea scoffed, rolling onto her side with a languid stretch. "Please. She looks like she'd faint if you so much as blew on her." Her smirk deepened as she dragged a nail down your sternum. "Though that could be fun—"
Eirene flicked a grape at her from the nightstand. "Let the poor Chief recover. We did drain her stamina reserves rather thoroughly."
The grape missed Chelsea entirely, bouncing off Vautour's shoulder instead then was caught by Cabernet who extended her tongue to lick it slowly before lowering it your lips.
"Here~" she murmured, nudging it forward insistently until you accepted it with a bitten-off groan as your jaw was still sore from last night's marathon.
Cabernet giggled at the face you made—half contentment, half exhaustion—her fingers stroking your hair back from your forehead. "Mmm… you're adorable when you're wrecked~" she mused, her thumb tracing the dark circles under your eyes. Vautour shifted lazily beside you, her knee brushing your thigh as she reached for another grape, rolling it between her fingers before popping it into her mouth with a satisfied hum.
Chelsea scoffed, stretching her arms above her head with a feline grace. "She's not wrecked." she corrected, though her smirk betrayed her amusement. "Just… thoroughly used." Her fingers trailed down your ribcage, pausing at a particularly vivid bruise. "Though I do like seeing my marks on you."
You sighed as you finally sat up, hissing as you rolled your shoulders and neck, "Need to get back to the bureau soon, there's work to do…."
Vautour draped herself over your back, her chin hooked on your shoulder. "The bureau? Ma chérie, you can barely sit upright." Her fingers traced lazy circles on your stomach, nails scraping lightly. "Besides…." She nipped your earlobe, "We still need to wash off last night's mess."
They smirked together at the suggestion the grabbed your arms, pulling you up and leading you to the bathroom.
"We'll take good care of you, Chief~" Eirene purred, though the glint in her dichromatic eyes told you enough about their true intents….
rainy windows and body heat - rahu x (f)reader
it’s raining, hard. left soaking wet, freezing, and with no choice but to seek refuge inside erica villa with your most loyal, protective bodyguard, rahu, you figure why not use her body heat to warm you both back up again?
content warnings: this is nsfw/mature, so minors dni!! contains fingering, attempted cunnilingus, slight praise kink if you squint, service top rahu (she’s packing in this one).
heavy rain thumps against the windows of the residence, ricocheting and striking the glass like bullets. rain like this was a common occurrence that graced the ever bustling streets of eastside, but it especially lingered around mania infested areas. with both you and rahu out on a mission, the heavy onslaught of frigid rain left you both with no choice but to shield yourselves inside erica villa.
with the looming threat of mania contamination present, the villa served as a safe resting place for the both of you. the premises was heavily guarded, leaving just the two of you inside the empty, lavish estate. one that just so happened to have an awfully large main bedroom, with an equally large bed…
unfortunately for you though, the rain had left you positively soaked, your freezing clothes now sticking to your skin. rahu herself remained seemingly unaffected, her mask a barrier that kept her face dry and her dark, leather coat even greater protection against the grueling weather.
“this rain isn’t letting up anytime soon… fortunately, i don’t detect any intermittent signs of danger. the villa will keep us safe for now”, she murmurs, her sharp gaze cautiously eyeing her surroundings. she was constantly on high alert and incredibly committed to keeping your safety as her highest priority.
her eyes then trail over to you and your form, immediately noticing your sopping wet hair and your clothes clinging to you like a second skin. she removes her mask, comfortable enough to do so in your presence, revealing her slightly concerned expression hidden beneath her usual stoic facade.
“you’re soaked. it’s best we find a heat source or a fireplace quickly, so as to not risk you catching a cold.” her dark brows are furrowed, the scar on the left side of her face more visible now that she’s standing closer to you. her long, raven hair was sticking to her own body as well, wispy bangs wet and clinging to her forehead. she was no doubt freezing as well, yet was way more concerned about your wellbeing than her own.
“rahu.. you’re sopping wet too..” you can’t help but pout at her own negligence, your hand instinctively brushing aside her now drooping bangs to expose her damp forehead, and you manage to catch the faintest shiver she lets out.
“my objective is to keep you safe. your wellbeing will always be of highest importance, more than my own. my will is strong… i’ll be fine”, she reassures vehemently, intertwining her larger, gloved hand with yours and planting a slow, gentle kiss on the back of your hand. one of reassurance, strength and security.
your cheeks flush at her tender words and chivalrous gestures. your bodyguard was always so sweet, so protective and loyal to you. she would put herself in harms way just to ensure your safety, even if it cost her her own life.
her hands gently reach for your shoulders, slowly shrugging off your coat off your frame. her cheeks were just as red and warm as your own, flustered at the mere action of helping you strip off some of your wet clothes. her coat then comes off as well, after your insistence that she too would catch a cold if she kept it on.
after a thorough inspection of the villa, neither of you were able to find a fireplace or a heater. despite the villa’s intricate interior and rich craftsmanship, it lacked a proper heat source for situations like this. you can’t help but wonder if that was on purpose, or if the architect that designed the estate was simply forgetful.
she lets out a sigh, the silence that soon followed broken by the sound of pattering rain against the master bedroom window. you two find yourselves in the final room, stuck together in a less than desirable situation with no way out. “the weather is relentless..” her idle mutter is a halfhearted attempt at distracting herself from her own helplessness, cool eyes quietly staring out the window and at the endless, pouring rain.
she was freezing, her lips now a subtle shade of purple and her skin littered with faint goosebumps. her face tenses in an attempt to distract herself from the cold.
your hand gently rubs her arm. she jolts a little in surprise. as she turns to face you, she catches a glimpse of want beneath the shy look on your face; her eyes widen a little.
“rahu… i..” your voice trails off a little, crimson blooming across your cheeks once more. “i think i know a way for us to warm up..” the way the look in your eyes darkens subtly and your touches start to get a little more suggestive tells her everything she needs to know.
“so shameless.. and yet, i can’t find it in myself to refuse” her own gaze becomes heated, despite the blush adorning her cheeks. she was just as shy as you were, but she knew this was the most effective way to fight the cold.
with your body pressed right up against hers..
her lips find yours in an intense, deep kiss. they’re soft and warm, so warm, unlike the frigidness of her hands rubbing up and down your now naked back. the both of you stand fully naked, clothes a discarded, messy pile at the foot of the bed. rahu’s tall, toned body pulls you in after you break the kiss, before she gently lifts you by up the hips and lays you down on the bed.
“rahu..” she looked so gorgeous like this, her naked form looming over you. her scarred biceps tense and flex with each of her movements, along with her defined abs that seem to tighten in time with the bobbing of her throat. you find yourself lowering your gaze just a little bit, immediately catching sight of her own arousal that she currently had pressed up against the side of the mattress. she was lightly thrusting her hips into it, as if trying to fend off her lust to focus on your own pleasure instead.
her own gaze was locked on your body, feasting her eyes on the sight of your plump breasts and your sensitive, hardened nipples; probably from the cold. she can’t help but trail her way lower, to the soft skin of your stomach leading into your tender, wet folds. she can’t help herself, trailing a finger along the entrance of your slit with a look of awe.
your core tightens up around her, a soft gasp escaping your lips at the sensation. you stare at her with intense need, hidden beneath the fullness of your batting lashes. “please be gentle.. okay..?” you whisper, fingers gently carding through her long, silky locks.
she nods, letting out a low grunt of approval as she manages to slide a finger into your warm, dripping cunt. it was living up to the fantasies of you she forced herself to stop having, cursing herself for having such dirty thoughts. but that was all irrelevant to her now, her fingers deft and lengthy, easily hit your g-spot once she managed to slip two of them into you.
your moans are music to her ears, high-pitched and muffled against the fabric of the pillow you insist on crying into. she easily keeps your legs spread with just one of your hands, palm gripping your thighs tightly while her other hand works overtime to pleasure you.
her face contorts with focus, thumb rubbing firm circles into your clit while her fingers pound into you at a speed that manages to rival the heavy rain outside the window. accompanying the batting noise is the sound of your slick and rahu’s fingers slamming into your cunt, curling her fingertips just right that has you seeing stars.
“cum for me, my love,” she whispers, her sharp eyes trained on the pleasure written all over your face. your eyes were now heavy, lips dumbly parted to let out soft moans and desperate cries. your hands grip onto the bedsheets beside you, fingers curling into the fabric with a silent scream as you cum around her fingers.
to prevent overstimulating you, she slowly pushes her fingers out of your wetness, her other hand now gripping onto your left thigh and propping it over her shoulder for leverage. she lets you come down from your high, rubbing soothingly at your legs as she watches you catch you breath.
“are you still feeling cold?” she has to make sure. despite the throbbing in her loins and the overwhelming urge to just take you, her concern for your safety clouds her mind more than anything else.
“a little bit, but i feel a lot warmer now..” you reassure her, chest heaving and face still hot to the touch even as you continue to come down from your high. one of your hands find hers and you intertwine your fingers together; a habit that you had, especially as you stare deep into her eyes.
rahu, ever attentive and committed to your pleasure, quietly drops down onto her knees. with both hands on each of your thighs, her face finds itself in between your legs. her eyes silently gaze into yours with a gentle look, silently pleading for your permission to have her tongue down your cunt and have a long awaited taste of your sweetness for herself.
but you know better. you can see the way her hips are not so subtly thrusting into the side of the bed. the want and need in her own restless movements that she’s trying her best to ignore for you.
you shake your head. “no. you’ve done a lot for me already.. it’s your turn.” you open your arms for her as a silent invitation for her to join you in bed and relieve her own ‘problem.’ despite her desire to service you, she couldn’t ignore her urges any longer.
with a low growl, she stands up and pins you down again. this time with both hands on each of your thighs, pushing them up to your chest and applying light pressure to the back of your thighs. this position opened you up to her perfectly, giving her a clear view of your perfect, glistening cunt.
she wastes no time in lining herself up at your entrance, the tip of her cock bumping at your clit. she was huge, girthy at the base yet incredibly long and slender. her tip was red and no doubt overly sensitive, with a faint bead of precum leaking from it. you couldn’t help but lick your lips.
“please, stop.. staring so intensely..” she mumbles lightly, that adorable blush creeping up onto her cheeks once more. her cock throbs a little from your intense staring, her tip now resting on the soft warmth of your belly and leaking a steady, sticky trail of precum.
you giggle and spread your legs a little wider for her, feeling just a tinge of boldness that manages to shatter the very last remains of her composure. with a grunt, she pushes her hips forward, slowly but forcefully sliding her cock into you. you both simultaneously moan, her strong hands tightening a little around your thighs.
“so…tight. loosen up, will you..?” a low hiss escapes her lips, struggling to thrust her hips back just to sink back into you again. your face tenses with slight pleasure-pain, gripping onto the sheets beside you as you try your best to endure the initial sting of rahu’s sheer size.
after a few steady thrusts into your cunt, she could feel yourself loosening up a bit more for her. her self restraint was hanging on by a mere thread, forcing herself to go slow for you.
“ahh..” rahu groans lowly once she manages to bottom out inside you, followed by your soft mewls. she could slowly feel herself becoming addicted to the feeling of your tight walls, despite her better judgment. the friction from your silky, warm walls rubbing against the sides of her cock was slowly becoming too addictive, even for someone who was normally so good at keeping her composure.
“so good… please, don’t stop..” you’re begging, low cries of pain long since transformed into soft mewls of pleasure. you could feel your eyes rolling into the back of your head from the addicting sensation of rahu’s cock inside you, her tip rubbing against your g-spot with each angled, powerful thrust.
her hips stutter a little in response to your praise, momentarily halting her movements. she could feel her cock twitching inside you from your words, and it spurs her on even more. without a second thought, she begins to thrust her hips again, quickly picking up the pace. her movements soon become erratic and frantic, the slap of her hips against your ass a rhythm playing alongside the beating rain outside.
her eyes never stray far away from your face, wanting to catch every single moment of your blissful expression. it turns her on even more to see you in so much pleasure, your tongue lolled out a bit and your wrists limply lying at each side of you face.
“mm.. need to cum..” she groans, a bead of sweat trickling down her face from the sheer exertion of drilling you into the mattress. you could feel her abs tightening up with need, her hips stuttering and her thrusts turning sloppy. you weren’t too far behind her yourself, your hand finding hers to grip it tightly.
“me too…” you sigh, gently squeezing her hand as a way of silently urging her on, to reach her orgasmic high alongside you. with one, final forceful thrust, she finishes inside you with a loud grunt. you cum alongside her, letting out a satisfied mewl at the sensation of her warm cum nestled inside you.
the two of you bask in the afterglow, both of your naked bodies coated in a sheer layer of sweat. the rain hasn’t let up either, it only getting louder as it bangs against the window with no signs of stopping. rahu slowly begins to pull out of you, but you quickly wrap your legs around her waist to keep her inside.
“still cold?” this time, her question comes out slightly sarcastic. she lets out a huff and lightly spanks your inner thigh, only lightly of course. she would never genuinely harm you or jeopardize your safety.
“no.. but the rain hasn’t let up. and it’s not like there’s anything better to do..” your words trail off, the slightest trace of a sly smirk gracing your seemingly innocent lips. she scoffs, but slowly starts to reposition you to take her once again.
it was certainly going to be a long night.
Imagine the girlies who has a coat who makes us wear her coat during sex 👀
Like imagine shalom, rahu, kafka ,yelan and others omg
OMG THATS IS REALLY HOT.. 👀 I ADDED CHAMELEON CAUSE I THOUGHT SHE FIT THIS! (AND MY BBY @aixeko WANTED HER) SORRY THIS HAS BEEN SITTING IN THE INBOX FOR MONTHS NOW.. WHOOPS..
smut under cut
shalom has your wrists tied tightly with her leather belt. your sat in her lap with your arms are around her neck. her leather jacket draped on your shoulders, covering your back. you can feel the leather rub against you every time you bounced up and down on her fat dick. your tits bounce up and down with each movement as her cock reaches the deepest parts of you. constantly hitting against that sweet spot.
her hands are gently placed on your hips, helping you ride your nth orgasm out. your eyes squeeze shut, giving her a pornographic moan as your bury your head in her shoulder. the soft praises of her voice makes your spine shiver. your moans are heavenly, in contrast with her rough jacket.
"there we go, thats a good girl."
rahu who pounds right into your tight little cunt at a unforgiving pace. her cock slams into you, hammering her way through your tight walls. shes got your plush thighs pushed up against your stomach, in a mating position. her fac jacket doing nothing to cover your cleavage. she groans and grunts loud into your ears. you dont know whether that turns you on more than getting fucked with her coat.
she tells you how good shes going to fuck you, how bad she wants to cum inside. eliciting loud moans from your throat, mixing with the loud squelching noises of her massive cock ramming into you with no remorse. your face contours into pure pleasure. your head thrown back as your walls spasm around her as she hits your cervix effortlessly. rahu can see that bulge in your stomach every time she fucks her fat cock inside. her pupils dilate. her grip on your thighs tighten, fucking with more fervour.
"so pretty for me.. so good.."
kafka who has you on your hands and knees, fucking you from behind. seeing your pretty back covered with her most prized coat. fuck it turns her on so much. her cock goes nice and slow, taking her sweet time. its absolutely agonising. shes goes slow and deep. you whine and whine, begging her to go faster. she rubs you ass telling you to be patient. you let out small shaky mewls. your eyes flutter shut in desperation.
she loves the way you clamp around her so fucking desperately. you swallow her cock in so perfectly. your knees and arms tremble, you feel spineless. you can feel her lazy smirk gazing down at you. she loves seeing you break under her. oh my god.. shes such a tease. shes just so.. so painfully slow. her cock forms a creamy ring around the base. you were so wet and you hadn't even cum once. you beg and beg for kafka to go faster. she chuckles lightly. her hand gives your ass a small pat. her hands sliding on your back under her coat to grab your hips. her pace finally starts to pick up. the filthy sound of skin slapping together starts to pick up.
"such a desperate girl aren't you? hold on tight now."
yelan who ties you arms behind you back with her hydro strings. her fluffy coat tickles your back with every movement. your back arches at each small feathery touch. yelan has her cock in your mouth. you suck her off lazily and desperately. her massive cock makes you gag, but you take it just for her. she lets out groans as her hands find their way in your hair. her velvety voice telling you how good your doing for her. you bob your head up and down, sucking her more. your mouth was so sore. your eyes look up at her tearily from pleasure. her cock sliding in and out your warm mouth.
she was so heavy against your tongue. you can feel your throat spasms at her shear size. she tasted so fucking good. her hips would occasionally roll forwards, helping you take her cock. you felt your heat arise from your cunt. strings of your wetness coating the wooden floor, forming a small puddle in between your thighs. you finally get her off. she shoves your head to her hips with a moan. you whimper around her cock, taking her whole as her warm, salty cum floods your throat. you pull away, trying to keep all her her cum in your mouth. dripping from the corner of your lips and down your chin.
"so obedient. swallow, its my turn now"
chameleon who has her coat draped onto your shoulders. your hands in her hair as she eats you out. her tongue pumping in and out of your wet cunt. the slurping noises she makes are loud. her nose would nudge your clit, making your back arch. her pace was fast, sucking and licking at your pussy. smushing her spit and your wetness together. you tasted so fucking good to her. her hands were holding your thighs wide open for her to ravish. greedily lapping you up for herself. her eyes would look up at you seductively as she eats you out. you start hearing her teasing voice in your head. asking you if you liked this . how good you tasted. you moan out at her words.
your eyes rolling to the back of your head as your grind your hips into her face, more needy now. she knew what she was doing to you. she hums into your pussy, the vibrations making your hips spasm, whimpers eliciting from your throat. god she was so good. her wet muscles explores your insides, rubbing against your warm walls. your thighs close up against her head, that turned her on so much. she continues lapping up your folds, mumbling into your pussy.
"tastes..so good."
omegaverse alpha ceto who never experienced a single proper rut because of the horrible conditions she lived in for so long finally getting hit with one after slowly acclimatising back to life in society, for once well fed enough for her body to consider its other functions. her rut is rough, intense—here to cash in on decades of forced abstinence.
the first night, you hear her panting and snarling through the cell wall. it doesn’t even sound remotely pleasurable, moreso akin to painful. her scent—saltwater and steel—is suffocatingly thick, and you feel it line the inside of your throat with each breath despite the shuttered doors and windows into her cell. something curls hot in your gut.
it’s impossible to sleep.
so the next morning, you offer to help.
ceto is barely lucid as you talk to her through a crack in the door. it’d be nothing more than— than an act of neighbourly kindness. she’s an alpha, and you’re an omega; the solution writes itself. ceto is hesitant, but the wildflower and petrichor scent of you is already starting to soothe the baying creature in her veins. so she lets you in, and shuts the door behind her with a click.
you find that she’s inexperienced; deeply so. it makes her unique among the alphas you’ve had in your lifetime. something about the way she quivers under you, thighs tense and teeth grinding so hard you can almost hear her jaw creak as she holds back from doing as she pleases… it makes the omega in you preen.
an obedient alpha—what a catch. the thought of sinking your teeth into that pale neck flashes through your mind unbidden, though it’s far too early for that. you settle instead for sinking down onto her knot, revelling in the way she shudders and snarls and cries at the rush of heat in her veins, crashing down like ocean spray against the shore. and she allows you to guide her through her next climax, and the next, and the one after, until her rut finally settles— for now.
as you card your fingers through her hair in the afterglow, still joined by her knot, you can’t help but wonder: would an alpha like ceto have space for an omega in her life?
The Escort AU
Pairing: Cabernet x Fem!Reader
Rating: E
Content Tags: Jealousy, Possessiveness, Yandere Behavior (I mean, it's Cabernet, so are you really surprised?), Biting, Blood Kink (at least on Cabernet's part), Hot Tub Sex, Semi-Public Sex, Cabby also has a dick in this
Note: The first two sections are just set up for this AU since I do plan on writing more about it eventually. You can just skip to the 3rd section if you want to see Cabernet.
Additional Note: Given that you are an escort, there will be some vague mentions regarding other clients you might have had, such as Eirene and Chelsea. For the most part though, you'll be seen with Cabernet in this AU, but that's because I promised @sinful-lanterns something spicy with her wife. 🤭 ANGEY, COME GET YOUR FOOD! 😌
You originally took this job as a means to pay your mounting student loans, but you'd be lying if you weren't also a bit curious about how the upper echelons of DisCity lived their lives. Still, even with your friendly personality, even your employer was taken by surprise by how popular you'd be with the agency's clientele.
You were something of a miracle worker among your colleagues with your ability to handle some of the most difficult patrons. Such clients paid the fees for a companion, yes, but some had such a cold demeanor that it was difficult for your coworkers to perform their role to the best of their ability.
With you, however, it was very much the opposite effect.
You were capable of drawing something almost sweet out of even the most curmudgeonly or apathetic individuals.
Case in point: your first job had been with a higher-up from some intelligence department. Langley was beautiful and untouchable in the same way those millennia-old statues were—a timeless beauty in every sense of the word with her pale features and her cool, mint-green eyes that were so piercing in their intensity. That should have been her most prominent feature, but no. For you, that would have been the silvery tendrils of a seemingly spider-like mark over one of the woman's eyes, half-hidden beneath the shadows cast by the wide rim of her hat.
She had been cordial enough to you when she'd arranged to pick you up in the back of an armored limousine, but her personality seemed to shift when you both arrived at the event together. Her responses became more vague and noncommittal no matter who tried to draw her into conversation.
In fact, she seemed... bored.
While you hoped it was a result of the party—you were sure a woman of her stature had attended countless of these before to where they had long lost their excitable luster—a part of you couldn't help but think you were the cause for her standoffish behavior.
In an attempt to calm your nerves, you found yourself picking up flute after flute of champagne whenever a server passed by. You didn't know exactly how much alcohol you had imbibed over the course of those hours, but you did remember swaying enough on your feet that you felt an arm wrap around your waist to steady you.
Blearily, you looked up to see shadowed green eyes staring down at you with a raised brow—amusement just barely evident in that simple gesture. You felt the way your face heated up instantly beneath her gaze. When she quietly asked if you wanted to leave, you just shook your head sheepishly.
The entire exchange had been such a quick moment that none of the people you both had been mingling with noticed anything. Conversation continued on as normal at least until one man made some churlish remark regarding Sinners that had you bristling instantly.
Perhaps it was a result of all the alcohol you had consumed earlier, but without any mental filter in place, you soon launched yourself into a passionate tirade about Sinners and how they should be granted rights just as any citizen within DisCity.
"You stand with the likes of them?" he asked with a sneer, voice dripping condescendingly at the very thought.
"As far as I see it, they're no different than any non-Sinner: they can still be just as courteous as any other person, or they can be an absolute asshole like you," you countered.
For a moment, everything went silent. Wide eyes turned to you in surprise, and if you weren't so inebriated, perhaps you might have noticed that a few gazes had traveled to your date. Instead, you kept your eyes focused on your rival of sorts, and you felt a deep satisfaction when his face went red. From either embarrassment or rage, you couldn't tell. In any case, your moment of smugness went out the window when you heard Langley laughing loudly beside you.
Shocked, you turned to see that she had her head thrown back in delight as her laughter rang out. It was then that you realized the situation. You were here as a guest to Langley, and while her behavior seemed to indicate she was that wasn't angry at your outburst, you knew just how much the matter of reputation mattered to these people. There was a chance that you could have hurt Langley's.
Before you could apologize, the other woman pulled you closer to her side. "It seems that I've chosen a rather interesting date for the evening. Nevertheless, it's getting rather late. We should be taking our leave now."
Your group muttered their departing farewells, but you didn't put up any fight as Langley ushered you out of the building and into the backseat of a limousine that had already been waiting for you both. Langley didn't say anything else during the entire ride. Instead, she kept her focus on the tablet in her hands, typing out series of messages with a smirk still on her lips.
Your own sense of mortification was growing though, and by the time the limousine had reached your apartment, you had to insist to both Langley and her driver that you were fine to make it back to your door just fine. You wanted to distance yourself from the night as much as possible and any reminder of it.
You were certain that you had overstepped your role as an escort. That was the thought that rang in your head as you sniffed quietly in the shower, your dress all but forgotten on the tiles. Your first job as an escort, and you had ruined it. You couldn't help but groan as you eventually dragged yourself to bed, realizing that you were never going to get out of the debt of your student loans.
Although you felt guilty for it, you called into work and told them you likely weren't going to be in tomorrow. Thankfully, the receptionist sounded sympathetic, but given who your client was, she likely understand how drained you were. With that out of the way, you pulled the covers over your head and willed yourself to forget the disaster of tonight.
---THE NEXT MORNING---
You blearily woke to the sound of repeated knocking at your door. With considerable effort, you dragged yourself out of bed to answer it and found a cheerful deliveryman there.
"Good morning, ma'am! Where would you like me to set this all up?"
"Wait..." You were still trying to blink the sleep away from your eyes, but you were certain you heard him wrong. "Set what up?"
His delivery had apparently been a considerable one.
He happily wheeled in a wine chiller that—from what you could see on the box anyway—was capable of holding up to 50 bottles within it. That wasn't even the most outrageous thing. Oh, no, that went to the large wooden crate he wheeled in afterwards. Atop was a simple note that had been addressed to you.
Until next time, Rookie. -L
Inside the crate in question, however, were bottles upon bottles of champagne. Given how much you drank of it last night, she likely thought you this particular brand was your favorite.
Oh, this is just embarrassing...
As the deliveryman began settling the champagne into their new home in the wine chiller—despite your flustered insistence that you could do it instead—you were startled out of wits when you heard your phone ring.
It took a little time to find it. You had apparently tossed it aside with your dress in your drunken state, but on the screen, you could see several missed texts and calls from your employer, which only made you wince.
That surely couldn't be good.
You were able to get the call to connect before it went to voicemail. "H-hello?"
"Where have you been?!"
"Well, I—"
"Nevermind that! I don't what you did last night, but our phone lines have been ringing constantly since we opened! They're all asking for you specifically as their escort!"
You could only stare dumbfoundedly at the wall as you tried to register the information. Your employer only continued on, unaware. From their tone, they seemed absolutely delighted by this turn of events.
"Look, I know this is all probably a bit unexpected considering you just finished your first job last night," they began, "but these requests are honestly from of the biggest names in Eastside. If you accept, I can guarantee you'll be booked solid for at least the next three months. If you're interested, come down to the office whenever you can, and we can update your contract with the hours you'd like. We'll make sure you're not overworked."
---SOME TIME LATER---
From that moment on, your schedule was often booked by the most prominent individuals in the city. Countess Chelsea was a frequent client of your agency, according to your coworkers. The woman was utterly notorious for spoiling whomever was her intended companion for the day. You were no different, of course, but you were always a little skittish about wearing the accessories that were now overflowing from your jewelry box. They were all so expensive after all...
There were other names on that list too though, which included the CEO of Quinn, which had shocked your employer. The woman had apparently tried your agency's services once several years ago, but she had never made another request for as escort until after your night with Langley. Sometimes you wondered if that had been a coincidence, but you'd never seen either women interact with one another before, so perhaps you were probably overthinking the situation?
In any case, you were now hanging off Eirene's arm as she held court with her inner circle and her sea of admirers—a true queen of the business world. It hadn't been a major you pursued during college, but you understood enough to make polite conversation and offer a diplomatic rebuttal when others voiced that you didn't belong there.
The latter was something that seemed to please Eirene, strangely enough.
She wasn't a woman to wear her heart on her sleeve by any means of the imagination, but you did catch the bare hint of a smile on her lips at your remark before she turned to address another colleague. However, it was the gentle pressure of her hand against your hip that best indicated her approval—pleased with her choice of escort.
Before you could preen beneath such acknowledgment, you felt someone's eyes at your back. It wasn't a particular invasive sensation—the type meant to make you feel small and worthless.
No.
Someone wanted your attention.
Out of curiosity, you turned to look over your shoulder and from across the room, you found a pair of lavender eyes catching your gaze steadily. The woman's lips were as vibrant as her hair—a bold red—that turned upwards into a satisfied smirk, but before you could begin to imagine why, she was already turning her own attention back to her own throng of fans.
You'd heard of Cabernet before of course.
There were few who weren't aware of the sole heiress to the Franc family—an absolute marvel of the culinary world. In fact, ever since you had found yourself mingling within the circles of high society, it was rare for her not to be at any event that you were made a plus one to. She wasn't someone one could easily miss in a crowd. Like Eirene, the woman was a queen of her chosen field, and she was to be given just as much admiration and respect.
"So this is what money gets you, eh?"
You felt Eirene stiffen next to you at the words, and she pulled you further into her space before a wandering man could stumble directly into you. Your eyes were still watering from how much alcohol you smell on his breath as he attempted to proposition you.
"I've got what you need, girl. After we're done, you might as well be paying me for the pleasure!" he declared, breaking out into uproarious laughter at his own words, heedless of the scene he was causing.
You frowned. "Excuse me?"
He jerked his head unsteadily towards your date, who was currently waving two of the security team over. "She bought you, didn't she?" He scoffed. "I don't care how fancy they dress you girls up in. You can't be any better than the whores that line up at the corners of the Red Light District."
His words brought a round of sharp gasps from the guests around you. While this hadn't been the first time someone had made baseless assumptions about your duties as an escort, it was still an annoyance—one you were going to correct.
"I don't know you think you are, but—"
"Mr. Moreau."
You watched with almost bewildered fascination as color seemed to drain from your harasser's face at the call of his apparent name. Not that he could be blamed. There was little mistaking the authority in the voice addressing him even with the calm elegance it had been delivered with, for standing behind him was none other than Cabernet Franc herself.
"I believe you've outstayed your welcome here."
"I take it you know this man?" Eirene inferred coolly even as security finally managed to weave their way through the crowd.
"Him? Ah, yes. He was the owner and Executive Chef at La Rouge."
There was a rush of shocked murmurs at this revelation, which only left you more confused, but with the sudden scrutiny directed towards him, the man soon began shrinking almost into himself. Cabernet placed her hands primly atop her cane as she regarded Eirene.
"Would you let me handle this?"
A current of... something seemed to pass between the two women, but then Eirene nodded curtly.
"I'll defer to your wisdom on this if you'd prefer to deal with him. Do let me know if security will be needed. I may as well get my money's worth for their presence tonight."
Upon the acceptance of her offer, you were almost convinced Cabernet's lavender eyes seemed to glow, but they soon were hidden again as she lidded them, smiling, expression utterly serene. "Oh, that won't be necessary. I'm sure it's hardly escaped anyone's notice how far he's fallen in his misfortune. I believe an intervention coaxing him towards the help he needs would be far kinder."
And then Cabernet had led the man away although the latter looked more like a misbegotten pup timidly following after its owner. Nevertheless, activity within the ballroom seemed to return to normal again, enough to where Eirene had escorted you out onto the floor to dance once the music started up again. She led your steps, of course, but as you followed her lead, you couldn't help but ask her about Moreau.
Your eyes widened in response to the information.
You'd heard of La Rouge in passing but not necessarily of the chef at its head. It had apparently been one of the most popular restaurants when it debuted in Eastside several years ago. It had earned considerable acclaim by the city's elite.
...at least until Cabernet had dined there one evening.
You weren't as much of a foodie as some of your colleagues were, but the general impression was that while the woman hadn't been particularly scathing in her review, it seemed she had still been deeply unimpressed. From there, attendance to La Rouge sharply declined even when Moreau desperately tried to keep it afloat with only a skeleton staff at hand. However, given the high rent for such a large establishment in one of the premier locations of Eastside along with dwindling profits, La Rouge closed its doors within the same year of Cabernet's visit.
You weren't entirely certain how many songs you and Eirene had both danced to, but it was easy enough to notice how she slowly stopped moving. You looked up in confusion only to see her gaze directed over your head. Your lips parted to voice your worry only to have someone else speak behind you.
"Might I trouble your date for one dance before the evening is over, Miss Campbell?"
As if she couldn't allow the very thought of her to leave your mind, there Cabernet stood behind you with a smile. When Eirene didn't answer, however, you glanced up to see her looking at you expectantly. It was clear that while she paid for your services for the night, she wouldn't take your autonomy away from you. You just shrugged sheepishly.
"I don't mind."
Eirene seemed to have anticipated this however, but her gaze was still sharp as she regarded Cabernet whose expression remained as tranquil as ever. "You have one dance then," she declared coolly as she released your hands. "And not a moment longer."
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"I'd almost believed she wouldn't part with you."
"Eirene?" you asked aloud as Cabernet led you into a slow waltz. "She's been kind." Truthfully, she'd been nothing of courteous towards you. All your clients were actually—even the ones with seemingly unapproachable reputations.
"Yes. She normally doesn't take an interest in anyone enough to allow them to accompany her to these events. When I saw you walk in on her arm, I knew you had to be quite special. You must be in order to tread the waters of this world so easily."
Her words seemed especially cryptic, but given how particularly cutthroat the corporate world could be for the uninitiated, you wouldn't be surprised if she were warning you of some danger, especially given the scene earlier.
"That man from earlier... Mr. Moreau? He didn't give you any trouble, did he?"
She blinked, almost taken aback by your concern. Then, she threw her head back in gentle laughter. "Oh, Sweet Morsel... You're so very adorable. For a man like that to bother me, he'd have to have the fangs necessary to do so. As it was, he was little more than a gnat buzzing by my ear—a minor inconvenience if noticed, but in the grand scheme of things?" When she smiled, you almost thought you caught the edge of something sharp in the gesture. "He's inconsequential at best. He likely understands that more readily now after our conversation, but let's not concern ourselves with the rabble. Certainly not when I've waited this long to formally meet you."
Technically, you hadn't even introduced yourself to her yet, and you were about to voice that when you suddenly began blushing as she leaned her head down towards you. She grinned.
"They may have won your attention first, but I'll have my time with you yet..."
Without really meaning to, you found yourself getting lost in her eyes. Did they seem brighter than normal? And who were they?
A small gasp left your lips as she slid her cheek past yours—in lieu of a kiss apparently—to whisper in your ear.
"Until next time, Sweet Morsel of mine..."
---SOME TIME LATER---
It was hardly any wonder that Cabernet found herself booked into your schedule.
Your duties as an escort were to offer a sense of comfortable companionship, especially when it came to social events. Involving yourself with someone else in that manner, however, offered a connection at times—one that could be seen as intimate. That intimacy could take shape in many forms.
The Countess spoiled you with any material thing that held your attention for more than a few seconds, and PDA was always a given with her. In fact, she highly encouraged it with you!
Quinn's CEO and the 9th Agency's Director always acted as befitting of their roles in the public eye, so they were more subtle in their affections. In the bedroom, however, they saw that your needs were always met as well as theirs, but nothing could really prepare you for how ravenous Cabernet's sexual appetite was...
It was somewhat surprising since she seemed to keep a certain amount of distance between herself and others. With you, however, she was always touching you in some manner. It could be chaste as handholding or her palm upon your hip to help direct you through crowded parties. Sometimes, it was more overt like with a nip at your ear when she felt you weren't paying enough attention to her. Regardless, it seemed she constantly wanted you near her, much to the envy of her admirers. Nothing was ever done without your consent, of course, and you couldn't deny the burst of thrill at some of the escapades you two got into.
As if knowing you were thinking about her, you felt the bulge of her cock hardening beneath your bottom. You made to shift your weight off her lap, concerned that you might be making her uncomfortable, but she wrapped her arms around your middle, keeping you in place.
Cabernet had invited you as her plus one to the grand opening of a restaurant. The Executive Chef had personally invited her to attend, and as a guest of honor, she had also given her a table consisting of only you and her. There had been two chairs to sit at of course—both on the same side at Cabernet's insistence. Still, it wasn't long until Cabernet had also suggested you sit upon a far better seat...
"Did you do as I asked?" she murmured as she pressed a line of kisses against the back of your shoulder.
You couldn't help but blush as you eyed the tables around you both, but the other attendants were more focused on the meals in from of them. "Yes."
Cabernet had requested that you wear your dress without any underwear. The garment had been personally handpicked by her for the long slit up the sides. Her own dress was was a dark plum in color that looked almost black under certain lighting. It also had two artistically-asymmetrical slits along the left side of her body that exposed parts of her pale skin. The trim along the opened edges held adornments that looked like crystal black teeth, so the visual effect was as if there were two gaping maws waiting to consume anything near it.
It was an interesting choice.
You thought it was a fun little nod to the event itself. Still, you couldn't deny the easy access Cabernet's dress provided for you both. You moved the train of your dress out of the way while reaching behind you to fish for Cabernet's cock. You could feel how she was already half hard as your fingers wrapped around her. She helped raise you off her lap enough so that you could guide the thick tip towards your entrance. Once the head sank in, you felt the weight of her shaft immediately behind it. You were already wet from the anticipation of her request, so it didn't take much more than a bit of slow rocking between you both to have her fully seated inside you.
You felt her warm breath against your neck as she sighed contentedly. She gave one more indulgent rock of her hips, which you had to bite your lip against to keep from moaning aloud. Then, she proceeded to pick up her silverware and cut into the fish that had been served to you both. You were eating more than she was, but that wasn't an uncommon occurrence. Her explanation always seemed to be that she was far more interested in your thoughts on food.
All the while, she remained hard inside you, and you could feel every twitch of her shaft with every move she made. Although you were both in a rather scandalous situation, the idea wasn't really for her to reach her peak anytime soon. Cabernet just loved feeling you wrapped around her like this, and she wanted to savor it for the entire event.
You were in the middle of sampling another bite of the flaky fish from her fork, and you nearly choked on it when you saw a waiter heading towards you both to refill your drinks. Cabernet, on the other hand, didn't seem the least bit bothered. With the large white napkin covering your lap and the loose, flowing length of your dress covering her own, nothing seemed at all amiss for the waiter. If he noticed your blush, he likely assumed it to be a result of you simply sitting atop your date's lap. After all, Cabernet Franc rarely handed out attention like this so easily.
When you were both left alone again, she praised you for keeping your composure so well.
"Well done, my dear." She rewarded you by thrusting up into you once, which left you gasping. She smirked. "All in all, I'd say this was a rather enjoyable evening although I'm not entirely certain the food was worth all the fanfare. Your presence more than made up for it. Speaking of which..." She licked at the shell of your ear, which had you shivering pleasurably. "I'm expected to be at another banquet in two weeks' time. Will you be free to attend it with me?"
"I..." You were almost ready to accept the offer immediately, but then you frowned as you reached for your phone. "Wait, let me check my calendar first."
As you scrolled through your schedule for the month, you noticed how her grip seemed to tighten almost imperceptibly at your waist—perhaps disconcerted with the fact that you didn't immediately know the answer to her question.
it couldn't be helped though.
As one of the more popular girls of the escort company, your schedule was often packed. Still, you couldn't help but feel disappointed when you saw an event booked throughout the entire week Cabernet had been requesting. When you turned your head to relay all this to her, she seemed understanding. Her smile remained polite as always towards you, but you couldn't help but notice how her eyes seemed to harden at their edges.
"Very well, Sweet Girl... I can wait."
---A MONTH LATER---
A limousine had been called to take you to Cabernet's estate. It was already well into the evening, but the party within still seemed to be in full swing. You thanked the driver as he opened the car door for you, but you couldn't help but shiver as the night air fell upon you.
"There's my darling sugar baby!"
You looked up to see Countess Chelsea coming down the stairs with a grin upon her face at your presence. At your appearance, however, her expression turned to one of concern.
"And you look like you're about to catch your death out here."
Chelsea pulled her own coat off to settle it upon your shoulders. Given the extravagant amount of fur on it, it still retained a great deal of the woman's body heat, and you could feel it warming you up instantly. You were going to protest the offer since now Chelsea would be the one left out in the cold, but the woman merely wagged a finger at your playfully.
"Now, now. Don't argue. I'm hardly going to be out here for long." And true to her word, her own pink limousine pulled up to the front of the estate.
"Ah. You're leaving already?"
"Yes. I have a business meeting overseas that I need to get to, so I stayed long enough to greet our guest of honor and mingle for a little bit." She grinned. "But don't be sad, babe! You know you and I will see each other again eventually!" Her eyes seemed to sparkle delightedly as she leaned down to press a parting kiss to your cheek. "Now get inside! No reason to stay out in this weather!"
The temperature inside was considerably warmer thankfully. This was the first time you'd actually been to Cabernet's estate though, and you weren't quite certain where to go. Fate, however, seemed to smile upon you because you heard a familiar voice calling out to you.
"There you are, Sweet Girl."
You looked up just in time to see Cabernet descending the staircase near the foyer. She was dressed to the nines, looking like an absolute dream in the dark sheath that hugged every curve of her body. Her expression indicated she was happy to see you, but you saw how her steps and her smile seemed to freeze in place when she took in Countess Chelsea's signature fur coat draped around your shoulders.
"I see someone else has already gotten to you first." Her tone was even and calm even if you couldn't help but fidget in place beneath it.
"I ran into the Countess on the way in. She was just worried that I'd be cold."
"Well..." Cabernet fully descended the steps then, and she wrapped her arm around your waist to guide you elsewhere. "You don't need to worry about such things in here. Come. Let me help you put that away."
---IN THE COAT CLOSET---
It was ridiculous that something as mundane as a coat closet could somehow be twice the size of your own apartment. The ones in Cabernet's estate boasted rows upon rows of shelves and racks for guests to put their outerwear and accessories away, but the space of the room wasn't what was taking your breath away.
Cabernet was doing that well enough on her own.
She had pushed you in to the farthest corner of the room behind from shelving, and you barely had time to turn around to face her before she was on you. Your borrowed coat had fallen to the floor beneath you, and for that, you were grateful. The garment had likely saved you from potential carpet burn from how hard Cabernet seemed to be thrusting into you. She didn't take time to pull your underwear off. She just moved it far enough to the side to slip inside you. From her pace, it was like she was trying to imprint her very essence into your soul.
You already came twice from her complete and single-minded determination in that regard. You were just coming down from the lull of your latest orgasm when you looked up at her curiously. She looked as magnificent as ever even with her mane of wild, crimson hair, looking every bit like a huntress who had caught her prey. Still, you found yourself paying attention to those unique eyes of hers. They seemed to be... lighter?
Before you ponder upon that fact for more than a second though, you found yourself suddenly flipped you over onto your stomach. You couldn't stop your breathless curse of surprise against the fur coat beneath you when she thrusted into you again.
Cabernet always felt bigger when she took you from behind.
And you knew she still hadn't come yet.
The girth of her cock inside you felt as heavy as ever, and she definitely made you feel it. While your upper torso was still pressed to the floor, she effortlessly lifted you up by your hips to hammer into you—unsatisfied by any amount of distance between you both. The slap of flesh in the otherwise empty room felt like thunder going off inside your ears, and you moaned helplessly when you felt her teeth at the crook of your neck.
Cabernet still needed more.
You knew enough of her sexual appetite to understand this side of her.
Weakly, you reached behind you to touch Cabernet's hand atop your thigh, which she gripped tightly, as if trying to make sure you couldn't move away. You felt the rumbling whine against your neck like she was anticipating you wanting her to stop or slow down when she had yet to be satisfied.
Instead, you entwined your fingers with hers, pressing her palm firmly against your thigh. "You...you can go harder," you said breathlessly.
There was a moment when Cabernet completely went still above you at your words.
Then, she released an absolutely carnal moan before she placed a hand at the small of your back. The force was enough that your knees immediately splayed out on either side of you to where you were now pressed completely flat against the floor. She roughly rucked up the length of your dress to bunch it around around your waist, and you could feel the fur of the coat brush against your inner thighs with every thrust. You felt that sensation most keenly at your clit as the fine strands parted and wrapped itself around the little nub with every stroke back and forth.
Cabernet seemed to keep you in torment that way for the longest time as she held you down and completely laid into you. While you had tried to remain quiet in the beginning—you were still at a party after all—Cabernet would roll her hips in such a way to press at a point inside you that you couldn't help but cry out.
You heard a gasp that came from neither of you along with quick, muffled footsteps leading further away until the door to the coat closet slammed shut. In your current state, you couldn't even begin to tell how far the guest—or even guests perhaps—had intruded into the room before finding you both. Ordinarily, you'd be embarrassed beyond belief at being caught in such a predicament.
Instead, you only tightened harder around Cabernet's cock, and that was finally enough to send her over the edge. You felt the pinprick of pain at your neck first before the deep throb of her shaft, sending wave after wave of seed inside you. You hadn't seen each other in over a month, and you could only imagine how badly she'd been backed up.
After some time, she finally released your neck from her teeth, and she was kind enough to lick away the slow trickle of blood as she idly rocked her hips into you, still trying to ensure enough of her remained inside you as possible. As the guest of honor, however, she couldn't remain gone forever, no matter how much you both wished otherwise.
It was with immense reluctance that she pulled out of you at all, and you whimpered when your oversensitive cunt was finally empty. You could still feel her warm seed spilling out of you though. It was forming a sticky mess between your legs as it seeped into the fur coat beneath you.
You felt like a newborn foal as you were helped onto your shaky legs. It felt unfair that Cabernet already looked more presentable than you —not to mention a great deal more relaxed. It was as if the past hour hadn't occurred at all for her, but you still felt the powerful aftereffects of her affections.
She helped wipe away most of the evidence splattered across your thighs with the discarded coat, but then she slid your underwear back into place, stopping the slow flow of cum still inside you. With a pleased hum, she gently patted your folds, which had you blushing harder with the words that came after.
"A late night snack for me to enjoy later."
Cabernet had scheduled you for the entire weekend, and you still had the whole night to get through with her first. Now thoroughly satisfied, she led you out of the room. You made to grab Chelsea's coat off the floor, feeling awkward for simply leaving it there, but Cabernet's grip was firm.
"Leave it," she said, her tone dismissive of the item. "It's already soiled after all. We've much better things to concern ourselves with."
---AFTERPARTY---
You thanked all your lucky stars that all the guests had already gone home for the evening because you were certain the hot tub wasn't meant to be utilized this way...
A sharp cry left you throat, and you placed your hands over Cabernet's forearms to help steady yourself as you leaned back against her. With her strength, she had positioned you until you were in front of one of the jets. You were gasping for breath when you felt the strong stream of water hitting your clit. Your entire body shook when she pulled back the hood on the already oversensitive nub, exposing as much of it as possible to the tub jet. The sensation was enough to make you cum, your cunt squeezing repeatedly around nothing although that wouldn't be the case for long.
Cabernet took the opportunity to slide herself eagerly into you while you were still in the throes of your climax. Mercifully, however, she moved you away from the jet of water, knowing the dual stimulation was far too much for you to handle at the moment. She moved to sit back down on the tub's bench, content to let you cockwarm her. However, just as Cabernet was greedy for your touch, you were just as greedy for hers.
As such, you turned yourself around in her lap and began riding her slowly beneath the moonlight as she laid her arms out on the side of the tub, smirking up at you. After all, who wouldn't be smug at having a beautiful woman ride them?
With the excitement you both shared earlier though, you weren't in any rush to reach another high, and she understood that. She sighed with satisfaction as she dropped her head back, letting her rich, red hair fan out behind her. You bit your lap at such a sensual image, unconsciously squeezing around her, which she encouraged with a subtle rock of her hips.
"Sweet Girl, I will offer you anything you desire," she said, and the yearning tone had you looking at her once more. Even beneath those hooded eyes, you were certain they were glowing this time, but Cabernet didn't seem the least bit interested in hiding them. In fact, as she palmed your hips, she seemed to encourage you to look your fill, letting you fall beneath the gaze of a predator who would never know a hunger sated.
At least not when it came to you.
Her smile was sharp and all-consuming as she regarded you. "So long as you are mine..."
bite ☆ rahu x fem!reader
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nsfw under the cut! MINORS AND MEN DNI!!!!!
notes: pure filth. absolute disgusting smut. nothing else. deadass i might just be ovulating atp. but HELLO LOOK AT HER. LOOK AT HERRRRRRR. im actually a freak in disguise and u guys are witnessing it rn im so sorry
warnings: cunnilingus, handcuffs, sub!rahu, begging, edging, overstimulation, dom!reader
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she can barely even form a coherent sentence, back arched against the bed with her arms cuffed above her head- she looks gorgeous. and she's all yours to devour. you look up from where you were, head happily buried between her legs and teasing her until all she could say was 'please'. you lick your lips, tasting her on your tongue as you take in the sight of the magnificent woman in front of you. she looks at you with her pupils dilated and kiss-swollen lips parted, her stoic facade all gone as she lies flushed and shy in front of you. gods, she looks delectable.
"you're such an obedient dog, aren't you?" you purr, running a hand down her chest. you feel your stomach coil with that familiar tightness as your hand runs down from between her breasts down to her abs. she shivers under your touch, practically whimpering like a dog in heat as she begs you for more.
"please, please don't tease me anymore." she whines, her hips arching off the bed. she's so wet that the sheets beneath her have turned translucent and the slick has travelled down her thighs. you've never seen her this worked up before, and you feel like a starving man presented with a buffet.
"patience, my love." you have to swallow to control yourself, because your restraints are this close to snapping and you can't have your fun end so soon, right? you move up the bed, lips attaching to the sensitive spot on neck again and you absolutely revel in the way she mewls. who would've thought the rough guard dog would be whimpering and sobbing in bed, whining at the praise and begging for you to let her cum? that thought turns you on more than you can ever imagine.
your lips travel down to her breast, tongue moving to swirl around a pebbled nipple and she arches her back into your mouth. you can feel how tense she is, the toned muscles flexed as she lets out another shuddering whine.
"please-" she sounds so breathless, so desperate, her voice is strained and so shaky, you want to see how far you can take it until she's completely gone.
"is that the only word you know?" you taunt her, hand moving up to circle around her other nipple. you feel the way she tugs helplessly at the cuffs, the way she rubs her thighs together, desperate for release. she could break free, easily. but she's a good dog, isn't she? she'll make sure she obeys your command. you've kept her on the edge for at least an hour now, and she's starting to go insane. "you're so sensitive, my baby. could you cum from this alone?" you bite down gently on the sensitive bud, and she moans, followed by a stuttering gasp as your hand trails down to her soaking cunt. you tease at her entrance again, finger circling around the soaking hole to gather the slick before you remove your finger and bring it up to your lips. you watch the way her pupils dilate as you move your finger into your mouth, lapping at the juices. you let out a soft moan as you taste her, tongue lapping up at your fingers and you can feel her gaze fixed on you. she bites down on her lip, holding back a moan as she bucks her hips up again.
"please.."
"oh, darling." you giggle at how pathetic she sounds. you're sure that even if you give the tiniest kitten lick to her clit, she would cum in an instant. maybe you should test that theory out. "you wanna cum?"
the response is almost immediate. she nods eagerly, pulling at the cuffs.
"please, please, i wanna cum so bad."
poor darling sounds like she's on the verge of tears, and you can see the tears building up in her beautiful pearl eyes as she lets out another shuddering breath. you slide back down the bed, moving to kiss down her abs and you have to stop yourself from grinding against the mattress to relieve some of that ache between your legs, because the feeling of her abdominal muscles tensing and hardening underneath your lips and tongue is simply too much.
"you're so patient, aren't you?" you murmur softly as you settle yourself between her legs again "maybe i should let you cum this time, yeah?"
she can't even speak when your tongue laps at her cunt again. she tastes salty, but it is addictive. your tongue circles around her entrance, drinking up all of her and you feel the way she writhes. her moans are so pretty, a song a siren would sing to pull you in: slightly hoarse, but higher in pitch than her usual voice. she usually tries to hold back from moaning, resorting to grunts and groans at first but once you edge her for more than half an hour, she drops her tough dog act and becomes the whiniest woman you've ever met. and that switch up is the hottest thing she could ever do. you move your tongue back up to her clit, swollen and twitching from being kept on edge for so long before wrapping your lips around it and sucking ever so slightly. you see the way her eyes screw shut, the way she arches her back and how her beautifully toned body is stretched taunt. you can't help but grind down on the mattress ever so slightly, because fuck it is such a turn on to see your hot, muscular girlfriend become a whimpering mess for you and only you. her moans grow more high pitched, and you can feel her thighs tensing around your head. she's close, she's so close isn't she?
she almost sobs when you pull away. actually, she does sob. she lest out the most desperate and broken cry as she arches her hips up to nothing and you have to stop yourself from giggling.
"why, please-" she gasps, and a tear rolls down her cheek. she looks so perfect, so so perfect like this.
"aw, baby." you coo, keeping your head between her legs. you press another kiss to her inner thigh and laugh at the way that she flinches at the slightest stimulation. "i'm sorry. it's just so cute seeing you so... broken."
you decide to be finally play nice, moving your hands to grip at her thighs as you pull yourself into her cunt. you hear her gasp, before it dissolves into a loud moan as your flattened tongue moves up from her entrance back to her clit, before sucking on it as your tongue swirls and teases at the sensitive bud.
"ngh- fuck-" you hear her moans grow louder and louder, the way her thighs tense around your head. you could die happy here.
she cums with a loud cry, her thighs shaking around your head as you eagerly lap up at the juices released. she sounds like she's on the verge of sobbing, and you see he tears rolling down her cheeks as she looks up at the ceiling with her fucked-out blissful expression.
oh no, she doesn't get off that easily.
she lets out a cry when you lift her leg up, moving to plant your core right against hers and grinding against it. the pleasure has you letting out a low groan, and she pulls against her restraints again from the overstimulation.
"please-" she chokes out as you grind your clit against hers "too much-"
"you wanted it so bad, darling..." you gasp out as you move your hips, feeling the way her abs tense under your touch and the way she lets out another broken whimper "lets see how many times you can cum tonight, yeah?"