After losing half of their date to Kir’s tendency to wander into trouble, and his tendency to thoroughly explain his theories even after losing his audience, Kordia felt she was owed a little sothing for the trouble.
"I was very restrained with that boy, Tulare."
"I’m very grateful for it," Kir replied with a gentle smile.
They were sitting on the second story of a bus, heading back to the 1st District and Kir’s house, which was next to the sibliary dorm where she had her Academy quarters.
"How grateful?" Kordia asked.
Kir paused to think, which ant he didn’t know what she was feeling. She was still angry at him for his lackluster response to the assassin, but she couldn’t be unforgiving because she knew that soone with nothing to lose was susceptible to whatever sense of purpose a figure like Selene could give them. She could see it in the way Tulare’s eyes sparkled, how he’d been hooked on Kir’s every word, at least up to the point she fell asleep.
After years of being the secret artist behind the stories of Ghostheart given out as manga, she emphasized greatly with those who had suffered under the Syndicate... and learning what was happening in Montmorency had made her thoughts on Lapins and her politics... complicated.
Damn Selene.
She fully expected Kir to wind up having his hand bitten by the woman at so point, but she and Kir had promised to trust each other and that’s what she would do... even if she was still more than a little mad.
But it didn’t help that she’d been putting off addressing her monthly heat until now.
"Grateful enough to do whatever you want," Kir finally answered.
Kordia quirked her lips. "Alright then. I want... to use your basent."
"What for?" Kir asked. "I was supposed to clear it out so Moshui could move in."
"She blew her own house up, she can stay in a hotel for another day or two. Obviously, I want to use what’s in there."
"The only things in there are Stella’s- oh..."
Kordia could tell he was blushing under his glamour, the way his tail switched motions mid-swing was another tell.
For soone as "experintal" as he was, he could be easy to fluster at tis.
That suited her purposes just fine as she took control for the second half of their date, thinking up all sorts of things she wanted to do to him by the ti they arrived.
The basent of Kir’s house was still appointed as a massage parlor, though it was clear Stella had arrangents for other things.
One of those "other things" involved the set of pulleys that seed far too sturdy for just the curtains of her bed, and once she had Kir clear those curtains away, she decided to show off a little of what she had been experinting with.
"Put Mimsy away," she ordered, and while Kir made the mimic that comprised his clothing disappear into his storage, she used a wide-area spell to clean the entire room in one sweep.
He also took off his glamour ring, setting it aside so that he stood before her naked.
His red-gold skin and fiery hair was far more alluring than his wolfkin disguise, as was the exotic space between his legs, where pussy lips and a sizeable clit were already wet for her.
"Kneel for ."
"You’re in heat, aren’t you..."
"You said whatever I want, so kneel, and use your lips for sothing other than talking."
Kir obeyed. He was still tall enough that on his knees he ca up to her breasts.
Kordia had gone out in a skirt and rather plain blouse, and she discarded the skirt, stepping out of it as she fanned her tails out.
Kir started to reach for her panties but she caught his hands, pulling them wide.
"You can lick through them while I set you up," she said.
He smiled, and she swore she could hear an interested growl to his throat as he let out his long tongue and dutifully started to lick.
A shiver crawled up her spine. The sensation was quite different from when she used her fingers... enough to almost distract her from the spell she was about to work.
Almost.
Gathering mana into fine strands, she commanded them ntally to thread through the pulleys in the ceiling, before tying themselves to Kir’s wrists and ankles.
Without warning, she yanked him off the floor as the ropes of pure mana pulled taut.
"Now what am I going to do with you..." Kordia licked her lips as she saw Kir’s clit pointing to the ground, a dewdrop of slick holding to its tip.
One thing Kordia knew from experience was how to please Kir, but tonight wasn’t just about pleasure. It was about teaching a lesson.
So when she grabbed his clit between two claws, sending a shiver from the baseof his tail - which tried to curl around her only to get batted away - it was with more roughness than when she used just her fingers.
KK-Kordia!" Kir gasped. "What are you doing?!"
"Maybe I’m contemplating a permanent reminder of our agreent..."
"Which one?" he shuddered, trying his best not to move with his most sensitive spot between two points.
"The one where you promised to ’do better’ about protecting the planets in our constellation... or did you forget while you were laying out your master plan to Selene?"
After three years with Kir, Kordia loved the notion of a constellation that defined their relationship. Whether or not they shared on occasion, she considered Amarena and Stella to be Kir’s moons... and Lapins was hers.
"I didn’t forget!" Kir gasped as Kordia pinched just a little bit harder.
"Are you sure? Because I never once heard you say ’I promise to protect Lapins.’" Kordia had worked her way around to Kir’s side, still holding him by the clit. "Say it."
"I promise to protect Lapins!" he said rapidly, his breathing so heavy and his body so tense, Kordia could tell he was about to climax.
"Too fast. Say it like you an it!"
He took a few ragged breaths before starting over, "I promise to protect Lapins... even though she’s a princess and has her own bodyguard..."
"Oh, you cheeky-" Kordia withdrew her hand, denying him climax, before putting an enhanced slap into his ass cheek. And again, and again.
Because the ropes were magic, she could do all sorts of things that normal rope wouldn’t. Like flip Kir from his front to his back with a sideward twist instead of vertical. She flipped him and let him watch as she reached into her storage, withdrawing one of Stella’s many "gifts" from Amrita.
A strap-on cock in the shape of a wolfkin’s massive, knotted mber.
"Kordia, that thing is huge! I need to stretch first."
"I’ve been saving it for a special occasion, and you know what, disciplining you seems pretty special to ." Stepping between his legs and ignoring his thrashing tail, she pinched his clit between the claws of her thumb and forefinger once more. "Now do your best to hold still, or I might just slip... then you’d have to get it pierced."
The moan in his throat said more that he would like a piercing than not, but Kordia took his attempted stillness as acceptance either way as she lowered him onto the tip of the wolfish cock.
The mont she entered him, his whole body shuddered with an orgasm so fierce she wound up withdrawing her claws from his clit to be safe. She started to fuck him even so, driving in and out as she spoke the words that weighed on her heart.
"Let this be clear, I love you... and through you I love Stella, and Amarena, and anyone else you bring into your heart... No matter how little or how much we know each other. And you will do the sa for , Kir. And for Rainier when we bring him back to us..."
"I promise..." Kir gasped.
"Louder!"
"I promise! Oh, stars, Kordia, I promise not to make the sa mistake! I promise to... to love Lapins, and those who love you, through you!"
As soon as he finished, Kordia knotted him, and the orgasm that rocked him almost made him too difficult to manage, if not for the ropes suspending him off the ground.
"Good boy..." she said, petting his sweat-covered abs before she started to gently work her hips, letting him bask a bit in the afterglow as she worked the pressure of the knot inside his cunt.
Once it looked like he was recovering, she undid the straps and belted them around his hips in reverse, keeping it in as she ducked out from under his legs, almost tripping on his still-twitching tail, before working her way up to his blissed-out face.
Then she flipped him, putting him belly-down once more as she seized him by the horns and guided his lips under her cunt.
"That’s all you’re getting for tonight... but do a good job and maybe we can have sex in the morning..."
The submissive look in his eyes as he started to run his ridged tongue along her clit, dipping it hungrily against her achingly wet pussy, was absolutely adorable to her, and the sense of power and control she got from having such a large, beautiful man submit to her only heightened the sensations rippling through her body as Kir passed his tongue into her.
Evolution had given him more subtle demonic features in addition to the four wings of a lesser seraphim, and one of those was a dual set of keratinized, conical nubs along the deeper edges.
She squeezed her pussy as soon as those nubs worked their way in, grinding on his face while her ears flattened in concentration and her tails grew stiff with the mounting orgasm she’d held off from until~
"Ahn! Ah, fuck... Mmmm...." the orgasm ca so quickly, she’d almost been unprepared, but she’d mastered herself at the last mont, riding the wave as she continued to grind on his face for a second and a third, all while Kir kept absolute focus on pleasuring her most sensitive spots with his incubus’s tongue...
When she finally withdrew, a small corner of her mind that rembered her shyer self almost apologized... almost. Kir had long since urged the instinct out of her, and she knew that even now she could take her pleasure and she need not apologize. Not to him.
It was a wasteful bit of magic, suspending him as she let the ropes undo from the pulleys, but well worth it as she hovered him over to the bed, before tying him down.
She took her pleasure all night long.
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