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Alone in bed, Vivian stroked herself and thought of Belle. 

The image of her savior shone bright on her phone’s screen, sent to her just earlier that day by the Proxy herself. A selfie of Belle with her shirt pulled up, her breasts bare, flashing the camera a peace sign with a smile and a wink. She’d hardly been able to contain herself when she’d first gotten the notification, her pulse firing like mad as she raced to her room, embracing the privacy in which she could fully appreciate this gift from the heavens she’d received.

She’d undressed herself as well - her frilly dress and skirt gone, one hand shoved inside her pantyhose, the other fondling her breast over her negligeé. And all the while, Vivian whispered her love’s name, chanting it like a prayer as her fingers traced her clit in slow circles.

"Ahhh, Phaethon…" Vivian gasped, her breath hitching as her hips bucked against her own delicate touch. “Lord Phaethon…touch me more…”

She touched herself the way she imagined Belle would, the way she’d touched her many times, when she’d blessed Vivian with her physical presence. Her fingers were smaller than Belle’s, her nails shorter, yet they moved in the same way - slow at first, exploratory, then gradually pressing deeper, moving faster, touching more of her. They slid lower down to trace her entrance, and she moaned as she dipped them inside, just barely breaching but still sending jolts from her core through her spine.

Visions of her blue-haired beauty came unbidden to Vivian - the way Belle had blushed during their first time, the soft curve of her lips, the tenderness in her voice when she’d asked Vivian if she could keep going. Oh, to be cared for, to be worshipped, by a woman like that; there was a time when she had not dared to dream of such things, but at that moment, she had wept tears of pure joy for the first time. 

The memory spurred her, as the pace of her thrusts sped up involuntarily, wet sounds echoing through the empty air in time with her moans. “L-lord Phaethon…mmph, yes, please~”

Her eyes glazed over with fantasies, each more lurid than the last. In them, it was not her own hand between her legs, but rather Belle’s lips, smeared with her slickness as the Proxy feasted on her with gleeful indulgence. She thought of Belle’s hands on her chest, her nails tracing her thighs, her fingers in her mouth for her to taste her own climax. She thought of times when it had been the other way around - nights when her beloved Phaethon had come apart riding her face, or when Vivian had fucked her against the wall with her own strap, stars in her eyes even as Belle had begged for the banshee’s hands around her neck.

Vivian wished more than anything that Belle was here, now, watching her. She hoped at the very least that she was watching through her camera, that she’d hacked into her phone somehow to witness the results of her teasing texts. As her thumb moved up to rub her clit, her fingers curling hard against her walls from within, Vivian hoped more than anything that Belle knew the depths of her devotion.

And as she came, her voice breaking as shudders wracked her body, pleading for her lord Phaethon, her Belle…she imagined her lover doing the same, on the other side of New Eridu, pleasuring herself with Vivian’s name on her lips.

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“Are you enjoying yourself?” Himeko scowled, glaring at her captor with defiance raging behind her amber eyes.

Kafka merely chuckled beneath her breath, utterly unfazed as she savored the masterpiece laid out before her. The famed navigator of the Astral Express, tied to a chair in her own private safehouse, stripped down to nothing but her undergarments - a tantalizing display, one which no other being in the universe had the privilege or the right to behold for themselves…no one else, except for her. How lucky she must be, to have fate reward her so. 

“I think we both know the answer to that question,” she replied, lazily tracing her finger over Himeko’s bare clavicle. “Including the fact that it goes both ways.”

“Go to hell,” Himeko spat, though she noticeably didn’t recoil from the Stellaron Hunter’s touch as she began to carefully massage her shoulders. “You’re sick, you know that? Breaking into the Express, kidnapping me in broad daylight, and for what? Money? Blackmail? Or just another one of your demented mind games?”

“And once again,” Kafka drawled, as her hands moved lower - dangerously lower, in fact, all the way down to playfully squeeze her chest - “you keep asking me questions that answer themselves.” She felt the navigator’s breath hitch as she began to fondle her breasts, her lips tracing the shell of Himeko’s ear. “Which is to say, my dear Himeko, that it’s pretty much all of the above.”

Himeko bit her tongue to stifle a moan as the Stellaron Hunter’s dextrous fingers played with her nipples - pinching them, pulling them, rolling them beneath calloused thumbs as Kafka’s teeth dragged over her throat. She half-heartedly struggled against her restraints, knowing every action she took only pushed her further into her captor’s cruel hands, something that she relished deep within her subconscious. 

She knew Kafka wouldn’t hurt her, not really - her threats were all just part of the scene they were playing out, casting them as the wanted criminal and her helpless damsel in distress. Yet as Kafka bit down on Himeko’s pulse point hard enough to make her gasp, sucking a hickey onto pale flesh as she let her hand slide across the bare plane of her stomach, she found herself entranced, aroused by the danger, even if the stakes were purely simulated.

And that feeling doubled when she felt Kafka’s fingers slip between her legs, tracing the length of her entrance through the fabric of her panties just hard enough to make her thighs twitch. “Fuck,” she breathed, gasping through gritted teeth. “Stop teasing me already.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t think I heard you, sweet thing,” Kafka lied, eyes sparkling with malicious intent. “Can you repeat the question for me? Maybe beg a little more this time?”

“You know what I meant,” Himeko snapped. “Just...damn it, Kafka, make me cum already! Please! That’s what you want to hear, isn’t it?”

The Stellaron Hunter’s grin was one of cold triumph - the smile of a predator with a rabbit in its jaws, knowing its prey has given up the fight. “Good girl,” she purred, walking around the chair to kneel in front of Himeko, sliding her hands up to get a firm grip on her thighs. “Now we both get what we want. See how easy it is when you ask nicely?”

Warm breath washed over the redhead’s cunt, and this time she couldn’t silence the sounds that left her lips. “I hate you,” she muttered under her breath, though the blush on her cheeks told a much different story.

“We both know that’s not true,” Kafka murmured, voice husky with anticipation. “You don’t hate me, baby. And I’m about to prove it.”

And indeed, the sound of Himeko’s keening moans echoing through the room as Kafka went to work was all the proof she needed.

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Though her hips burned with each thrust, and her whole body was drenched in sweat, Yukong could not tear her eyes away from the sight of her two lovers atop her mattress. 

Tingyun rode Feixiao’s face with zealous enthusiasm, moaning without shame as her tails twitched in response to the general’s ferocious tongue. Calloused hands pawed over Tingyun’s body, squeezing her ass, tweaking her breasts - all while Yukong knelt between Feixiao’s legs to fuck her with a jade strap-on, one she’d kept in her private collection for occasions such as this.

With every thrust, Yukong watched the general’s muscle-bound body writhe and flex - her toned abs hardened, her back arched, her powerful thighs squeezed around Yukong’s hips just a little tighter, silently commanding her not to stop. And the faster her hips moved, the louder Feixiao moaned into Tingyun’s pussy, sending the younger Foxian reeling into another fit of ecstasy.

“Ohhhhh, Lan yes~” Tingyun’s head lolled as Feixiao’s tongue pressed against her G-spot, curling deep within her walls with a level of overwhelming precision the general normally saved for the battlefield. “Mmmmm, your tongue…so good…”

Feixiao parted from her feast to flash Tingyun a wink and a cocky grin, her lips and chin already soaked with her sweetness. “Keep talking, Miss Tingyun. I love hearing a pretty girl tell me how good I am at making her scream.”

“Yukong, you should have a turn with her afterwards,” Tingyun continued, looking over her shoulder to see the older woman still thrusting away, stealing a moment to ogle her breasts swaying from the effort. “Seriously - nngh, she’s a natural at this!”

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” Yukong chided. “After all, I’m still waiting for the moment I can have you all to myself, Tingyun.”

“Someone’s jealous,” Feixiao teased, her voice muffled by Tingyun’s folds as she began to eat her out twice as vigorously - a silent challenge to the other woman in the room.

And even despite her age, Yukong was never one to back down from a challenge. “Maybe I am. Or perhaps you’re too arrogant to think I can’t have it both ways.”

One of Yukong’s hands tightened its grip on Feixiao’s hips hard enough to bruise - the other reached up to press down on the general’s clit. As soon as two of her fingers pinched the engorged pink button, Feixiao’s hips jolted as if they’d been shocked, and Yukong took sadistic pleasure in the audible high-pitched moan that left the other woman’s mouth in response.

Feixiao realized at that moment she no longer had the upper hand, and the rush of adrenaline she felt then was nearly enough to make her cum right then and there. Instead, she let out a rumbling peal of laughter, looked right at Yukong, and growled, “You’re gonna have to try harder than that.”

And so the three Foxians went back at it three times as hard, emboldened by the newfound spirit of competition that had overtaken the scene. And the more intense Yukong and Feixiao’s rivalry grew, the more orgasms Tingyun had - for no matter who won, the pleasure they were both overwhelming her with meant that she would always come out on top.

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Sara didn’t mean to eavesdrop. Honestly, she didn’t - the very thought of listening in on her Archon's private business without her knowledge felt akin to blasphemy. And yet, here she was, doing exactly that.

It wasn’t even her fault, really; it wasn’t like she was trying to spy on the Raiden Shogun, or that she’d come to her private bedchambers with the intent of engaging in some depraved act of espionage. All she’d wanted from her was to ask a question of whether she might have misplaced her spear - hardly a question worth bothering the Shogun with personally, in hindsight, but the hour was late enough that Sara had presumed she wouldn’t be occupied with any pressing matters. Besides, what was the harm in showing a little initiative?

She hadn’t expected the doors to the Shogun’s bedroom to be open, just a crack - barely enough to let faint candlelight shine out into the dim hallways. Nor was the Kujou General prepared for the sounds she heard from within; not only could she hear the Raiden Shogun, but another woman’s voice as well…one who was clearly enjoying herself.

“That’s it, my dear,” whispered Yae Miko, her voice husky and drunk on lust. “Keep going, just like that. You’re taking me so well~”

The whine that the Raiden Shogun let out at that was unlike anything Kujou Sara had ever heard. It was so unlike the Shogun, such a dissonance from her public persona of unyielding divine authority, that Sara immediately recognized that she had witnessed a side of her Eminence that she was never meant to see.

And yet she could not bring herself to leave - some part of her, buried deep within, knowing she was party to something deeply intimate, yearned to see what happened next. 

As she bent her head to peek through the gap in the door, her vision adjusting to see the source of those filthy sounds, Sara barely managed to choke down a gasp. She could not see much through the narrow opening, but she could see enough - the barest glimpse of bare flesh, two bodies entwined on silken sheets. Pink hair splayed across the mattress as Yae laid on her back, looking up with hooded eyes at the Raiden Shogun straddling her waist, bouncing up and down on a smooth pink phallus buckled to the shrine maiden’s hips. Sara could not see the Shogun’s face, but she could hear her gasps, the wet slap of flesh, the way her breath stuttered as she moaned the other woman’s name.

“Yae…” she rasped, voice broken yet still so elegant, in a way that sent heat rushing down Sara’s loins. “Yae, I-I’m close…I need-”

“Shhhhh,” the foxy maiden crooned, reaching up to hold the Shogun’s hand, their fingers entwined in a way that felt more intimate than the act of sex itself. “I know, dear. Go ahead and cum for me, Ei.”

As if on cue, the Shogun fell to pieces - her spine going rigid, curving backwards as she climaxed with a guttural scream. Sweat mixed with other fluids as her cries faded to whimpers, a goddess reduced to an animal in heat, yet still never losing her transcendent beauty even in this moment of primal lust.

In that moment, though the realization filled her with shame, she had never looked more radiant to Kujou Sara. It almost felt as if they were one, their pleasure shared through a momentary glance, as Sara’s nerves buzzed with a sympathetic high of bliss.

At some point, the general realized that her hand was between her legs - much to her utter mortification. She didn’t remember when she’d first gotten the urge to touch herself to the sounds of her Shogun riding another woman. She didn’t remember moving at all. Archons, what was she doing? How could this get any more embarrassing?

She needn’t have asked, of course - for it was mere seconds later that Sara looked back up through the peephole, and saw Yae Miko staring right back at her, smiling without a care in the world even as the Shogun slumped against her chest. At first, she offered nothing but silence…and then she winked.

“Well?” she purred. “Are you just going to stand there, General Kujou? Or are you going to come inside and join us?”