I avoid making use of my symbiont's sense to preserve the surprise of Leomi's intentions, trusting it to warn me if anything approaches. I trail my eyes in the distance, wondering about what I'm doing.
Why is she so conciliatory? I know for a fact she wants to get the upper hand in some form, but she's not trying as hard as she could. It would be so much easier to break Elizabeth and her up if she wasn't trying so much.
I try to place myself in Leomi's position of having spent over a month as a prisoner all the while in conflict with Yvonne. I feel guilty about it even though the sword-sworn made her own choice.
Perhaps the fact Leomi was starved of friendly human contact enough that it's overriding the impulses she admits she can't entirely control. So, what will happen when that stops being the case?
I might be unfair, she also could be trying to help Elizabeth, I'm not so far gone as to fail to realize that some of my actions might seem like those of someone in need of help. I'm not sure if I want any, though.
“Liz, black, blue, or red?” Leomi calls out.
“Black!” I reply, having worn quite enough red in my life.
“Alright.” She replies.
I hear her approaching so I turn on the stool. Leomi steps out of her tent with a hairbrush with a white handle in her right hand and a thin strip of black cloth in the other one. I can't help but grin despite my surprise that she just wants to take care of my hair.
“Look straight ahead.” She tells me, failing to sound commanding despite her serious expression.
I turn back to the sun, inclining my head down. Leomi walks up to me and sets the strip of cloth on my right shoulder. She pulls my hair back and starts brushing them, catching on an unbelievable amount of knots.
“You're definitely not taking care of those.” Leomi berates me. “You have nice hair, though.” She adds.
“Thanks.” I reply.
“But why are they longer on your right side?” She asks.
“Fire.” I answer shortly.
My and my symbiont shiver. I'm surprised to find, although I shouldn't be, that Leomi froze for a moment at my answer. She soon resumes brushing my hair but her reaction was unmistakable.
“Are you okay? Were you burnt?” She questions carefully.
“A bit, couldn't really feel it.” I honestly tell her since my symbiont took the brunt of it.
“Right.” She whispers. “Is it true that...” She bites the inside of her cheek.
“What?” I ask.
“Later.” Leomi shakes her head.
She takes hold of a strand of hair at the base and starts brushing to unravel the knots with firm swipes. I lean forward and hang my head down to make it easier for her as the stool is really low and she's standing.
Leomi's expression grows quieter, calmer, as she takes care of me. Her sharp traits soften. Towards the end, she starts running her free hand along my scalp, half-way a gentle caress, half-way a possessive gesture.
“Your injury healed really well, it's almost imperceptible.” She comments.
“Which one?” I ask, worried and also shaken by the implication she cares about scars.
“The one Amand inflicted on you with an air-blade.” Leomi replies. “It left a mark on your mask, and I do notice there are few more there.”
“I don't know.” I shrug uncomfortably.
“Don't worry.” Leomi says, passing her left hand along the side of my head.
“About?” I question.
“I'm not sure, but there's no need to worry right now. I'll take care of you.” Leomi replies with a smile, pulling on my left ear's lobe.
“Hm.” I contently exhale.
She sticks the hairbrush in her belt and grabs my hair at the base, using the black strip of cloth to tie them together. She then arranges my hair to settle at the base of my neck. I tense for a moment, worrying about the tendril attached there, but she doesn't touch my skin.
“Mind if I, take stock?” Leomi asks.
“Take st... fuh.” I take a sharp breath in as her right hand slips inside my collar.
Her cool slender fingers wander down, slowly trailing towards my chest. I feel a warmth from her despite how cold her touch feels as she slowly lays her palm flat over the right upper side of my chest.
I sense that there is compassion for certain, affection if not love in the way her flesh brushes over mine. The tips of her fingers engage over my breast, reaching down. I tremble, worried about her question but incapable to pronounce a single word that would stop her.
My breath grows short, hers remains stable. I hang my head back to rest against her belly and see her face for myself. Her lips are split, showing an expression of alluring temptation, her light gray eyes communicate her desire.
Her index and thumb find my nipple, taking hold of it. I involuntarily close my eyes as her action provokes an intense shock that runs from there to the small of my back, crossing through my torso like a numbing bolt. My thoughts grow scattered, overtaken by various feelings.
“You want it so much.” Leomi notes, the tip of her tongue running over her upper lip. “How come?” She asks.
“I, ah, al.” I reply, making no sense.
“I demand an answer.” Leomi commands, pinching my nipple.
“Uh!” I grunt, completely unable to form a thought.
“You can't even talk.” Leomi whispers with incredulity. She then closes her lips. “My bad, Liz. Take a deep breath, I'll wait.”
She lets go of my nipple but doesn't remove her hand. She starts fondling the right side of my breast, which somehow pulls me back from the edge and centers me. I manage to regain some control of my breath.
“So, so, very alone.” I reply to her as soon as I'm able.
I realize that I would normally have kicked myself for sounding so whiny, but she just crushed my defenses without even trying. Leomi doesn't show any outward change in expression but she pulls her stomach in, like I reflexively do when I conceal an intense emotional hit.
“Oh, Liz.” Leomi murmurs in a shivering voice, clearly deeply affected by my reply.
She pulls her right hand out of my shirts and takes out a large cloud of unstructured flow. She hurriedly sets it over my mask, breaks her link to it, and then almost rips the mask off my face.
I panically seize of the energy, making sure she won't be able to remove it. I don't have time to do anymore or consider anything as she leans in and presses her soft lips against mine in a passionate upside-down kiss, surprisingly chaste if compared to our first.
She soon seizes both sides of my head to pull me more deeply in. I reach up and place my own hands over hers. Her tongue peaks out and she runs it between our lips, getting rid of a dry sensation I hadn't noticed.
I can't help but to open my mouth and invite her in. She takes it in a gentle manner, using only the very end of her tongue to seek mine out. Our tongues meet each other head-on, the tips twirling and playing together with no real indication of either one of us leading the dance.
It is however clear that she is winning because her tongue is in my mouth and I have no will or inclination to push back at the moment. She revives a very familiar desire, the wish that she would take me.
I feel her left hand slip away from the side of my face and seize the back of my Vuskyt mail shirt, pulling it up so she can pull my other shirt out of my tight pants. I start to flip around to face her but she shakes her head, her nose brushing against my chin.
She slowly pulls back, gradually ending the kiss despite the fact that both our mouths are doing their best to remain in contact. Once we separate, Leomi straightens back up and takes a deep breath. The best I can do is pant.
“We going to have, to go inside.” Leomi utters with slight difficulty.
“Why?” I ask, unwilling to move.
She responds by bending her knees to slip her left hand inside my pants and panties. She fully seizes my left butt-cheek. I hum in appreciation, leaning back to rest the back of my head against her lower-stomach. Ugh, I'm so damn short.
While she fondles my... ass, her right hand slides down towards my belly. I tense up, afraid of what reaction she'll have towards my scars. She notices immediately and pulls her hand back to rest it on my left breast over my clothes.
My symbiont pulses at me as she massages the breast. I feel uncomfortable about sharing Leomi but I'm not really, I'm only allowing the Little one to receive some attention it frankly deserves.
Especially because it isn't moving a single tendril, apparently instinctively preserving the integrity of the camouflage measure we took. Regaining a tiny sliver of caution from its attitude, I seek my mask out, finding that Leomi left it on lap. I set it back on before returning Leomi's flow.
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“I can't do as much, out here, but I have options.” Leomi whispers. “Do you want me to?”
“N, no.” I hurriedly reply before my desire to be with her as quickly as possible takes control of my mouth.
“Oh, by the Lake. You're irresistible like this, Liz.” Leomi utters, fiercely exhaling.
I detect that her sex suddenly got wetter but I barely have time to consider that, or her words, before her left hand moves and her middle finger slides in my butt crack, edging towards my sex.
I straighten up, at first because her action surprised me but then to make it easier for her to reach my dewy flower, as my Lady called it, from behind. It feels indecent from this direction, but that's what's making this so exciting. My Lady seems to agree because she's now red up to her ears.
“L, Leomi, more.” I stutter.
“That's it.” Leomi chokes, a look of determination in her eyes.
Except, what I expected does not happen. She finds my anus and stops there. Her middle finger rubs the opening. I blank out, completely baffled and unable to catch up with her intentions despite how clear they are.
“I'm going to put it in.” Leomi affirms, bright red but unwavering.
She applies pressure on my anus, using her middle finger's tip to pry the ring of flesh open. I tremble, completely out of my depth, unable to settle on how I feel about this but entirely unwilling to rebuke her with how intent about it she seems to be. Af, after, al, all, w, why, n, n, not?
“Here it goes.” Leomi warns with an intense expression.
She increases the strength she's applying. I brace for pain. She squeezes my left breast, granting the Little one some pleasuring attention just before abruptly penetrating my anus.
I half-gasp, unable to fully do so with her finger inside me feeling like it's preventing me from completely breathing in, making my muscles and articulations instinctively lock up.
I realize after a split second that it doesn't actually hurt, that the pressure she's applying is definitely foreign and uncomfortable but also grants me a sort of filling sensation that I can't positively or negatively pin down.
“There.” Leomi satisfyingly utters.
I split away from myself, from the feelings I need more time to assess, to inspect her with my other sense. The state of her sex tells me that she's more excited than she was but not actually fully going, her nipples are pointing out against her shirt.
“How are you?” She asks with deep interest.
“...”
“You can't speak?” She questions. I move my head left and right.
“Hm.” She says, biting her lower lip. “That's not necessarily a good sign.”
I feel her middle finger push on the wall of flesh separating her from my sex. I gasp again, this time because of the completely unexpected rush of adrenaline that my body exults in response to her action. It is accompanied by a promise, one of potential pleasure but not the kind I've ever experienced before.
“You jolted.” Leomi notes, her breath short. “Good, bad?”
“...” I manage to blink.
She leans over me to stare right into my eyes, which has the effect of her pulling on her left hand, which means her middle finger penetrates deeper into my anus, causing to feel slightly dizzier.
My breath catches in my throat as the further she enters me, the more oppressive her presence feels. I push on my knees, half-standing. A foolish action as her finger is firmly lodged in me and so it follows along.
“Unknown.” Leomi says, biting her lower lip.
Her expression turns uncertain for a moment but she reaffirms her grip on my left breast. The Little one sends me a pulse of pure lust that destabilizes me and makes me close my eyes to split that from my own sensations.
A mistake, as Leomi chooses the same moment to fully push me up to my feet with her left hand, finalizing my penetration. A small amount of shame accompanies that realization at the same time.
“Hac.” The sound of shock and surprise escapes me.
As I fully rise, her finger shifts back into a more moderate position, making me experience a very welcome feeling of release even though she hasn't pulled back to a location that wouldn't fill me as much, or be as intrusive.
“You're, tight.” Leomi mutters in a difficult voice that seems to have little to do with the words she chose. “I'm, sorry if, you're not, enjoying, I acted on impulse when you asked for more. I'll pay as soon as we're inside, if you feel it necessary, but I want... need to, finish this.” She pauses. “Is that okay?”
“F, fine.” I utter, less out of agreement than because I'm actually afraid of what It'll feel like when she pulls out.
It takes all my will to create an air-shield and recover my weapon from the ground while in this position. The fact I have seems to both concern and relieve Leomi who continues to massage my left breast.
The Little one is figuratively purring its satisfaction at me, entirely unconcerned about my predicament. I actually feel jealousy, which I try to communicate, but my symbiont shrugs it off in moments... and resumes purring.
“T, they can see, by the way.” Leomi tells me. I freeze again, almost dropping my liangi. “Oh, waw. You just got so much tighter.”
“Lla nce.” I growl, which is the full extent to which I'm able to communicate.
“Don't worry, they can only suspect from there at best, or worst depending on your view.” Leomi chuckles nervously.
I rigidly turn my neck, throwing a glance at her over my shoulder. I find in her yes that she's repressing very intense and complicated emotions at the moment but her determination remains. I wish I could say something but she's inside me and I cannot manage to push that to the back of my mind.
“I, we, need to go in.” Leomi said, her voice oddly cracking.
She uses her left palm to push on my ass and make me turn towards the tent. I obediently follow the manual instructions because I can feel her middle finger pressuring my insides and it's much, much, much, easier to go along as the slightest movement feels like a ghostly, metallic, oppressing excitement that only increase the more I resist.
Leomi and I start walking and I regret everything as her finger slides back and forth by a tiny amount with every step. My posture is so rigid that Lance actually stops massaging my left breast to carefully set her hand on my back and support me. The Little one protests vividly, I gleefully shut that down in the same way it did my jealousy.
“Gently, it'll be over, soon.” Leomi whispers.
I can tell that she has grown more excited, by how wet she now is compared to before. Which can only mean, I think, that she's enjoying my predicament. I swallow my saliva, focusing on the steps I take, trying to minimize the disturbing sensations this penetration is awakening.
It feels like it takes an eternity to reach the tent despite there being no new events as Leomi does her best to help me rather than further destabilize me. I almost thank her in my heart before catching myself, she's the one who caused this to begin with.
As we approach, Leomi lets go of my back to use her right hand to open the flaps for me. I hesitate before stepping in, only now realizing that... she's going to pull her finger out at some point. It, kind of, feels... okay, as long as neither of us move.
“To the bed.” Leomi commands in an odd voice.
She doesn't wait for my response, she uses her left hand and middle finger to direct me where she wants me to go. The shiver that goes through her back as I immediately move in response is so intense that I can sense the slight changes in her flesh, the goosebumps on her forearms.
She more than likely realized I have not been able to resist this, I'm... surprised she isn't abusing it any more than this. Surprised or regretful? In normal circumstances, regretful, but this is... too new.
Leomi pulls to stop just short of the bear pelt of her bunk, I panically get up on the tips of my toes to prevent any deeper penetration than necessary. She slowly exhales and steps to my right side. She carefully deposits her right palm on the middle of my chest just beneath my neck.
“I'm, going to lie you down, okay?” She asks.
Leomi is almost panting now, much more in control of herself than I am since the breaths I'm taking are short and rough, each sounding like a struggle. I nod and throw my weapon alongside the bunk, unable to use it in this state anyway, which adds to my insecurity but there's only so much that can go up considering what she's doing to me right now.
She uses her left shoulder to push me to lean forward into her right hand. I'm standing so rigidly that I have little choice but to go along or crumble down, which would mean her finger might abruptly pull out.
She catches me with her single arm and slowly sets me down on my belly over the bunk. I can tell by the effort visible in her expression that she isn't using flow. I settle my elbows on the ground, taking over for her as she sits down.
“I'm, going to pull out.” Leomi quickly tells me.
“W, wait.” I stutter.
She doesn't but I can tell by her expression that it isn't because she doesn't want to, but because she's reaching some kind of limit. Leomi slowly but firmly starts pulling her finger out of my anus. My mouth gapes as I feel her knuckle pass, widening me as it goes.
“Ugh.” I involuntarily exclaim.
I don't care how I sound, it's finally over. I exhale to then inhale as much air as I can, feeling mentally shaken but physically bursting unfulfilled energy, intensely relieved but also empty of her.
Leomi crumbles on the bunk all at once, burying her face inside her palms. Her ears are bright red and she's trembling. Likely facing too many complicated emotions to sort them out, like I am.
“Are you okay?” Leomi asks in a small timid voice.
“It hurts a bit.” I blurt out, immediately hiding my face into the pelt.
“Do I owe you?” She questions in the same tone as before.
How could she even ask? I smother the fury that automatically erupted. I, don't know how I feel about what I just went through, it would be childish to condemn her. And it's, hard to, when I want her so bad.
“It... was fair, for the ink in your back. I guess.” I mutter, feeling completely ashamed of what we just did.
“You liked it.” Leomi says, perking up.
“I didn't, hate it.” I admit, shivering. “You?” I ask. She hides her face back into her palms.
“It was amazing.” Leomi mumbles in a tiny voice. “To have Elizabeth Vil at the tip of my finger like that.”
“You should have asked.” I mutter.
“Do you regret I didn't?” She counters, peeking out from her palms to gaze at me with her light gray abysmal eyes.
“...” I fall silent, pushing back the flurry of conflicting emotions her simply look awakens in me.
My anger, desire, and shame along with the memory of that ghostly, metallic sensation... all these tell me that I need to pursue this until I figure out whether I like... no, whether I want it or not. But definitely not anytime soon, my heart is still threatening to jump out of my chest.
“I, no. It was unexpected.” I say, my right hand trailing back to rub my behind.
“Oh, let me!” Leomi exclaims, leaping up to her knees.
I shiver in fright, shifting my left hand towards my weapon. My symbiont doesn't fight it but I can somewhat tell that the Little one is unconcerned and actually mocking me.
“Oh, cut it out, you're not even changing position.” Leomi tells me with a grin, sounding too overly excited to trust.
“I'm resting, Lance.” I reply, shifting to my side.
She passes one knee over my legs and sits down on the pit on my knees, gently pushing me back down on my belly. I frown but before I can settle on what to do, her slender fingers land on my behind and start rubbing ever so slightly.
I wonder how it would feel without these tight pants... Leomi grips and releases, continuing the massage while increasing the pressure. The slight pain I felt vanishes in moments, making me think it might have been partly in my head.
“Oh, that's goooood.” I mumble in relief, settling back down on my elbows.