Kanariya couldn't have imagined this. Soaking wet from a storm, leaning with her back against an abandoned white schoolhouse, and tightly in the embrace of the lovely, sweet, gorgeous Mary Sue.
Mary Sue.
Mary Sue.
How on earth had Mary Sue found her? How did she know Kanariya was her faithful Canary?
It didn't matter, because for what seemed like an eternity, Kanariya could only process Mary Sue's lips ... and the aroma of lavender and roses and mountain laurel that somehow pierced through the rain like bursts of sunlight. This had to be magic, right? But no. Kanariya was a max level Bard. She would've easily detected any suggestion magic or glamours long ago from a hundred yards away.
Which meant Mary Sue was real. And kissing her. And holding that lithe little elfmaid body against her own. And Mary Sue was such. A good. Kisser. How did she manage to do this without banging into Kanariya's glasses?
And finally after an eternity, their lips parted, their embrace loosened, and then they took stock of the moment, the rain and wind still howling around them. And then Mary Sue giggled, almost like the chiming of bells.
"Oh FUCK. I can't believe I did that! I just walked up to you and kissed you and we ... oh shit." If Kanariya didn't know any better, Mary Sue was aboout to hyperventilate, and oh no, were Mary Sue's ears wiggling? No way.
"Uh, umm. Damn. Uh." Fuck. Get your head in the GAME, Kanariya. "That was very ...." Kanariya was, unusually for a max level Bard, tongue-tied. "... unexpected?"
Mary Sue just grinned, and Kanariya had a hard time not just melting into any of the nearby, and copious puddles. "Like, I didn't even introduce myself properly ... I'm pretty sure this might be assault come to think of it." The awkward grimace made Kanariya snort out loud.
Now the words spilled out from Kanariya unbidden, like a flood of words and emotions she hadn't realized were so pent up.
"Oh my God for fuck's sake, you're Mary Sue, literally the most famous idol singer in the entire western hemisphere, and the prettiest fucking elf girl I've ever dreamed of seeing, and you're worried about introducing yourself properly? That's amazing!" Kanariya busted out laughing, and Mary Sue gave a sweet, gentle smile in return. "But seriously ... Mary Sue ... I kinda can't believe you're here right now, and yet I know you're real."
Mary Sue cocked her head quizzically, which was made even easier to see by those tremendously long, thin elven ears of hers. "Oh? I suppose you know you're not hallucinating then? Or I'm not an astral projection, or someone glamored to look like Mary Sue?"
It was Kanariya's turn to look proud, as she feigned a bit of an ojou laugh, eyes closed beneath the glasses she was now adjusting. "Well I am a max-level Bard after all ... and a max-level Scholar. I would've seen that from forever away. ... and I know your voice and your form from every single music video, every live concert, every ASMR livestream, not to mention every dream I've had-" Kanariya cut herself off, her momentary pride shrinking rapidly into deep embarrassment as she made a most un-barbarian-hobgoblin squeak. ... oh fuck I am saying all this aloud."
Mary Sue shhed her with a single index finger, moving it quickly from her own lips to Kanariya's, then booped her on the nose for good measure.
"I know, my Canary, because I saw you in the front row. Every time." Mary Sue tiptoed up again to kiss Kanariya lightly on the cheek, stray raindrops still pelting away. "Even at my very first concert, you were so out of place, but so. Fucking. Cute".
Kanariya blushed. "Me? Cute?!?"
Mary Sue nodded eagerly. "I can't believe you haven't the slightest clue about that. You don't really think I chat with every one of my fans that way we have, right, my Canary?" Mary Sue brushed a stray lock of wet hair from Kanariya's face. "I didn't just want to reward my number one fan. I needed to."
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"But how did you know it was me, and how did you know where to find me ... ?" Kanariya trailed off, brow furrowed for a moment. "And how'd you know I'd be okay with this?"
Mary Sue shrugged lightly. "That last part? I didn't. I'm sorry, I just had to bully you a bit, because you were never going to pursue me, and I kind of have a power advantage over you ..." There was a slight edge to the elf maid's voice here that Kanariya wasn't sure whether to be afraid of ... or be aroused by. "And I fully. Intend. To use it."
Kanariya quickly chose option B. Oh. Fuck.
Mary Sue continued and now again it was Kanariya's turn to be surprised. "I knew that your absence from my streams whenever Kana the Bard-Barian was on, well ... there's a reason you stopped having to worry about schedule conflicts after your first couple streams, because I was watching you, too. By the way, your heavy metal growl AND your clean vocals are just fucking fantastic, and I'm not gonna lie, I have literally gotten off on your exercise vids." And now Mary Sue's fingers were tracing Kanariya's collarbone as she went back into a seductive whisper. "Though I also think I want to keep this part of my Canary for myself. Your beautiful. Soft. Sweet. Girl." Kanariya held her breath, entranced by the deliberate way Mary Sue was enunciating each and every word. "Adrenaline magic isn't the only way to get hard, you know."
Oh no. Kanariya couldn't be backed into a corner like this. She willed herself to make a psychological stand, no matter how bried. "And you are so bullying me, aren't you?"
Mary Sue nodded firmly. "Yes I am."
Kanariya stood up as much as her nearly six foot frame would allow. For all that she was a shy, bookish shrinking violet on her own, she was still a proud member of a great warrior race, the hobgoblins of Redhill. And she not going to surrender to this waif of a high elf girl, not even five feet tall and oh so slender and gorgeous and-
Mary Sue giggled even as Kanariya tried to psych herself up, and then nestled her head against the taller hobgoblin girl's chest and looked up into her gaze.
"You can't resist me. You do know what day it is, after all, you're my biggest fan. ... or have you been in that dungeon so long you've lost all track of time?"
Kanariya thought for a moment. Thinking was hard with Mary Sue right fucking there. ... Oh. Fuck. How the hell had she not even realized...
"Oh shit. It's your birthday."
Mary Sue grinned and wiggled her ears adorably. "Yup."
"And why are you giving me this- oh Gods- unbelievable present on your birthday?" Kanariya inhaled sharply as Mary Sue began to kiss the parts of her cleavage exposed by her tank top. "Why now?"
"Mmmm. Because." kiss. "I'm twenty now. And I promised myself I would meet my number. one. fan." kiss "As soon as my contract would allow me to date. And I knew it had to be my Canary."
Kanariya's defenses buckled and she found her knees give away, as she tumbled, barely catching herself so as to be in a seated position, back against the white-walled schoolhouse. And Mary Sue was right there, in her face, her clingy yellow sundress giving her a view Kanariya had only once dreamed of, this sweet elven girl so slight and slim yet with just the right amount of everything as she was down on hands and knees peering back into Kanariya's copper eyes.
"My dear silly sweet Canary, you know I'm your biggest fan too. And this is a birthday present for me, too." Hands. Fingers. Lips. Mary Sue had claimed Kanariya for her own, and Kanariya responded in turn, with an assertiveness she only thought she had in those epic battles, and on streams, but this was no dungeon, there were no cameras, there was no magic more than just the moment, and that little bit of mana that was keeping her glasses clear even as they were still being pelted by that passing squall.
Actually, it was a fucking shame there wasn't a camera on, just for her own use. Later.
Their lips parted for a moment and it was Kanariya's turn to look up at Mary Sue's lithe frame, with that sundress leaving so little to the imagination.
"Oh, I'm not done bullying you, my Canary." Mary Sue's voice and smile had very clear mischief to them now. "It is my birthday, and seeing as we are entirely alone for at least two miles, by reckoning, I want to give us both a present."
Kanariya could only watch as Mary Sue slowly hiked up her wet dress ... and showed the world to her. Mary Sue looked down her pert nose at the entranced hobgoblin girl and her voice had somehow taken on simultaneously the sultriness of desire, the urgency of need, and yet also the aura of command.
"Get. Over. Here."
At just twenty-two years of age herself, Kanariya had not an iota of real sexual experience. And yet, instinctively, she knew precisely what to do, and at that moment, she knelt before Mary Sue, looked up, and then worshipped her elven love goddess.
And the squall thundered on, its own prayers giving life and love to the flowers and trees and land.