Siren

Am I imagining Raya as Taihou from Azur Lane? Yep. Azur Lane is a phone game I play. Also has other games on other platforms, an anime, etc. I wish it belonged to me..... but it doesn't. Neither do I own Raya and the Last Dragon.

No beta.





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Raya took deep breaths as she lowered herself on a bench, pulling her hair out of the high tail it was in. She found comfort in the curtain of hair when she had it down and she was going to need that comfort to be converted into confidence. She wore the sexiest version of an ao dai that the girls could find. Namaari and Raya had fought about Namaari's decision to leave her behind. Raya felt she wasn't even listened to.

After ranting to the girls, they talked her into teasing Namaari with her in a sexy outfit. Raya thought they were just perverts and told them just that when they were applying her make up but they knew Namaari all her life.

She just wasn't feeling too confident in her dress. She knew she has a nice figure. She had never worn anything revealing in her entire life. The dress had a high collar to her neck but the part over her upper chest was cut out and her breasts were nearly falling out. She prayed that she wouldn't have an unflattering nipple slip out or worse, her vagina. The dress had high slits up the sides that were nearly to her waist AND the upper part of the stomach area was cut out in a diamond shape!

Don't get her started on the back because it was nonexistent! The top of her butt almost showed with how far the back cut out dipped. The crimson dress was mostly scrap in Raya's opinion but as long as Namaari liked it and she got some closure (revenge), that's all that mattered. She wasn't allowed to wear pants under the aoi dai though she did enjoy the effect of the "fishnet stockings".

She was pulled from her thoughts upon hearing someone moving around in the bedroom, coming closer to the bath room. She stood in the shadow of the partition between the wet room and the hot spring. Namaari!


The moment of truth! She could be sexy! She could do this!



Namaari grunted in pain as she took off her clothes and collapsed on a bathing stool. She was dreading the moment her wife found out she had gotten hurt, never mind that she saved one of their people. She was thankful for the small miracle Raya wasn't in their room and she hoped she could get wrapped up before her bloody clothes were found. She was going to have to burn them to get rid of the evidence. She wondered where her wife was.


"I see you got hurt, O' Great Warrior of Fang."


The warrior whipped around to throw a sarcastic remark and nearly swallowed her tongue. Her beautiful wife stepped around the partition in a revealing ao dai that was tight on her body and had cut outs in exactly the right places to highlight her beloved's body. She was at a loss for words. Her heart was suddenly in her face as she felt heat spread across her face and into her ears. Ancestors! She was in trouble!



Raya crossed her arms, leaning against the wooden post of the partition and arched an eyebrow waiting for Namaari to speak.



"R-Raya... you look... wow..." Namaari stuttered out still trying to grasp something, anything intelligent. Whatever she was expecting when she next saw her wife, it wasn't this. Not that she was complaining. She just cursed herself for being useless for her wife.


Raya lowered her eye lids, giving Namaari a coy look. "Flattery is not getting you anywhere right now. I'm going to have to make sure you're... well taken care of, pride of Fang." The woman pushed off the post and walked over to kneel next to Namaari's naked form to get a closer look at her wound. She pressed her breasts against Namaari's naked skin. "Let your servant take care of you." She had prepared everything already and simply started pulling out the buckets of water and supplies she needed. She gently cleaned Namaari's arm of blood and grunge but remained silent. Even if she was upset with her wife, she didn't want to hurt her anymore than she was. Her idiot, selfless wife would rather get an infection than tell anyone she was in pain and needed medical attention.



"I'm sorry." Namaari broke the silence. She could totally do this. She thought about it before and after she left. She always gave into every request for Raya. If she would request the moon and the sea, Namaari would do it. There is nothing she wouldn't do for her wife but this was a talk she couldn't fuck up. They both couldn't just abandon the Chief without one of them. Namaari just had to SAY it. Without fucking it up.

Why was Raya dressed like this? She was way too distracting normally but now, she looked like she walked right out of one of Namaari's wet dreams. If Raya was being her normal bratty wild self, Namaari would have probably reacted differently. She felt like some type of control was taken out of her court when she was faced with This Raya. She had not run into this side of Raya before and was at a loss. How was she blessed with such an incredible wife?



Namaari didn't speak further, lost in her thoughts, and Raya didn't say anything, just taking another wash cloth to wash the rest of Namaari's body free of grind and sweat. When she was done, she unceremoniously dumped the clean water bucket over Namaari's head and took satisfaction at the sputtering. Served her right for brooding instead of talking to her!


But that was fine with her. "Please, get into the hot spring while your servant cleans." She made a circle with her hands, bowing, and flicked her hair over her shoulder going around the partition.


Namaari quickly obeyed her very attractive "servant" and entered the hot spring, groaning as her muscles began to relax. She slumped and leaned her head back against the rocks, closing her eyes. Shit. What the hell was that? She didn't even get anything out!

She sunk down further into the water annoyed with herself. Some warrior of Fang she was.

She sighed when she felt small nimble fingers smooth through her wet hair twisting it into a bun and something warm was placed on her head. She assumed it was a warm cloth and sat up, water sloshing around her shoulders. "I'm sorry for not letting you come with us but I'm not sorry for trying to keep you safe. If both of us die while out there, who will protect Fang in our stead? Mother has no other heirs." She couldn't turn around and be distracted or Raya would be in the spring with her... she really wanted to rip that ridiculous dress from her body. Right now she needed to focus.



Raya placed her palms on her thighs where she sat behind Namaari. She felt shocked that she hadn't thought about it and almost pouted at how fast she deflated from her grumpiness with her wife... She still had a mission to accomplish still. No time for pouting or acting like a brat! "I hadn't thought of that. I only thought of traveling with the greatest warrior Fang has to offer: you, commander. We're so good together." She bent to huskily say the last bit against Namaari's ear.

She loved playing with Namaari's ears and took advantage of her hair cut quite often. Now with her hair up, she could take advantage of nothing hiding her ears. She rubbed her breasts against the back of the warrior's head and her hands slowly massaged her incredibly muscled shoulders. Having Namaari as a wife was the best experience of her life but the warrior having such a sexy body certainly added to it.



The warrior blushed, clearing her throat. "We are an incredible team but even I am human and can get hurt, if that wasn't obvious. What if we were captured?" Sweet Sisu, help her. She could be smooth and focused. She wasn't to be distracted. Even if her breasts were brushing against her. Warm. Soft. Full. Raya's breasts. Maybe she had actually died and went to her own personal heaven instead of escaping with a flesh wound…



"You're right but I have never allowed anyone to hurt you in my presence, Commander of Fang." She leaned forward capturing Namaari's lobe with her teeth, sucking and running her tongue up the edge of her ear. Her hands started to massage over muscled biceps. She wanted to rub her thighs together but she couldn't let Namaari on that she was an ounce of aroused right now. "Don't you agree with your lowly servant?"



"I-I agree." Namaari tried to keep from panting but as soon as Raya starts to play with her ears, it's game over. Her brain officially left the room. A quick thought flickered across her brain about turning around and taking her "servant right here". If she stroked her ego anymore...



Raya pressed the side of her face to Namaari's at the same time her hands cupped and gently squeezed the warrior's smaller breasts. She loved how they felt in her hands. Soft and perfect. Well portioned for Namaari's statuesque body. She kissed her cheek with Namaari immediately turning to capture her lips. Raya kept her arms firm, determined to keep her captured in her arms and gave her a teasing kiss. A slow, passionate kiss at first before she involved her tongue and nibbled with her teeth. When she pulled away, Namaari turned to face her and had a flush high on her cheekbones, her dark eyes dilated, and a dazed look on her face. She looked wrecked.

"Let's get you out of there before you start to prune." She stood and sashayed over to the wall with an extra sway in her hips where their towels and robes were kept, leaving a very turned on Namaari in her wake. She was really enjoying this power. Usually she was the one on the receiving end of Namaari's seduction. Maybe she would keep this dress...


Namaari got out of the spring as quickly as she could while being soaking wet then as quietly as possible, she snuck up on her wife. Raya must have felt her coming though. When Namaari was about to grab her, she surprised Namaari by deflecting her and circling her to put her robe around her shoulders.


"No games, Namaari! We have to get your arm wrapped up. You're lucky that it wasn't your good hand… Else tonight would have been planned differently" Raya winked at her, pushing her into her chair at her desk and climbed into her lap.


The princess of Fang sat in the chair with her wife working on her arm. She bided her time, waiting for her nurse to finish up. In the mean time… Namaari admired how soft and lovely those breasts looked almost falling out of the dress, straining against the tight cloth. They jiggled every time Raya moved or breathed. She loved this little game Raya was playing, now she knew there would be sex at the end of it and they were on the same page. She missed her partner the whole week she was gone.



Raya slathered ointment over the wound, trying to keep her fingers from shaking. She was very turned on from teasing Namaari and wanted to hurry as quickly as possible but she had a mission to complete to the very end. She could control herself and not beg for her wife to have her way with her.

Her eyes wandered down to Namaari's breasts hidden by the bath robe. Her mind brought a picture to her mind and she swallowed the saliva that gathered in her mouth. She loved her wife's breast, how they fit in her hands vs how her larger breast fit perfectly in Namaari's hands.

She quickly but firmly wrapped up Namaari's arm and brought it up to place a kiss on the gauze. "Please be careful next time, beautiful warrior princess. Your simple servant wouldn't be able to live without your sunny smile."


Namaari rolled her eyes but her hands had a mind of their own. One hand started to massage Raya's thigh while the other stroked the smooth skin of her back. "Is that all my little servant couldn't live without?"

"No..." Raya whispered, turning so both of her legs straddled Namaari's lap. "I wouldn't be able to live without kissing your lips every day." She pressed a chaste kiss to her lips, arching her back to press her breasts firmly to Namaari's body, and rolled her hips in her lap. "Nor would I be able to live without you in my bed every night."


"Your bed, dep la?" Namaari groaned. Her hands went to the rolling hips, guiding them and pressing them down as she grinded her hips to meet Raya's. She captured her lips as she moaned, swallowing it down before nibbling on her bottom lip.

Raya only hummed, wrapping her arms around Namaari's neck. She allowed some room to lose herself in the kisses, moaning against questing lips. Her hands went to the belt holding the bath robe and unfastened it so she could get her hands on skin.


Namaari sunk her fingers into the flesh of the younger woman's ass then stood, cradling her to her while she waited then to the bed.

Raya wrapped her legs tightly around Namaari's waist and her arms around her neck. "My! How considerate you are to carry this lowly servant... and so strong." She pressed her mouth against Namaari's neck.

Namaari went to roll her eyes but Raya bit her neck causing her to almost drop to the floor as her knees threatened to give out. Namaari peeled one of her hands off of Raya's ass and sunk her fingers into her thick hair until she reached the roots and gripped a handful of hair tightly. She gave a sharp pull making Raya gasp then tossed her wily onto the bed.


The naked woman stared down at her wife propped on her elbows. Her eyes zeroing in on the strange netting encasing her legs. She folded up the bath robe, tossing it to the ground to kneel on. She grasped a dainty foot in her hand and held it in one hand. "What are these called?"

Raya blushed when their eyes met. "They're 'fishnets'. Do you like them?" Her servant persona falling a bit at the sudden feel of insecurity rushing to the front of her mind.

"I love them." Namaari pressed her lips to the inside of her ankle, trailing her lips over the rough net over smooth skin. She pushed the dress skirt to the side and felt her mouth start to water. Raya wasn't wearing any underwear and the fishnets had continued up her legs around her hips like pants. Her brain short circuited when it made the connection: she could eat her little wife out right now.

She tugged Raya down the bed to the edge of the bed. "How easy is it to get new ones of these?"

"Pretty easy. Why-!" Raya gapped down at her wife before her head was dropping backwards on to the bed in pleasure.

Namaari ripped the crotch open, pressing the flat of her tongue to Raya's opening and dragging it up to her clit, circling around it as slow as she possibly could without driving herself insane. She groaned around the clit in her mouth as she felt Raya's hands in her hair pulling out the hair tye. Her nails scratches at her scalp. Her fingers grip at her hair, tugging it as Raya's hips tilted to direct Namaari where she needed her.

"Maari, your mouth feels so good on my pussy. I need to feel you inside me." Raya babbled during sex. Something Namaari liked very much. She loved every word, every moan, and every noise that escaped her sweet lips. She introduced a finger, adjusting her chin to allow more room to circle her wife's entrance


Raya whimpered feeling of Namaari's finger teasing her, her insides cleanching as she though about how good that finger would feel inside of her. "I've thought about you doing this to me week. I fucked myself thinking of fucking me." She was on fire. Her clothes felt too tight and she was embarrassed on how close she was to cuming on Namaari's tongue but could you blame her? Her wife was the sexiest person she had ever laid eyes on. She moaned when the clever mouth on her clit sucked on it. Her abs were trembling and her hips canted upwards trying to get that finger inside of her now!


Namaari pulled her mouth from Raya's clit so she could watch what she was doing, making her give a needy whine that made the warrior's own arousal leap a couple degrees higher. She dipped her fingertip into Raya before sliding it up and around her clit, circling it firmly. She repeated this, enjoying how frustrated the long haired woman was becoming. She smirked before sinking two fingers inside of her pussy and sucking her clit into her mouth again.

Raya cried out, her head tossing side to side, rocking her hips downwards on the two fingers pressing into her. "Yes! You feel so good. I love your fingers. They're so perfect inside of me!" She clenched her eyes shut, tears behind her eyes in pleasure. "Please don't stop! I'm so close!" She was going to melt like ice left out in the summer sun. She loved the feeling of long fingers inside of her. Fingers that touched her so gently… Fingers that could crush throats of Fang's enemies. "Yes! Just like that, my darling"

Namaari felt when Raya was starting to orgasm. Her insides were impossibly hot and wet around her fingers. Her fingers felt like they were being sucked into her pussy and her juices made noises that filled the air. She held Raya's hips down as her back arched and she shouted Namaari's name to their ceiling. She worked Raya through to the end until she was being pushed away. She pulled her head away and carefully drew her fingers out of her wife cunt and licked them clean with her mouth. She lay next to her wife, pulling a blanket up around her. Her head propped in a hand as she rubbed her skin gently waiting for her wife to come back to earth.

Raya hummed, enjoying the attention she was receiving. "I can't believe you ripped my fishnets..." Probably the sexiest thing Namaari had done to date. The arousal still swirled in her belly. She still had a few things she wanted to do with her wife to... continue her revenge.



"You looked like you enjoyed it... should I rip this dress off of you?" Namaari arched an eyebrow, smirking cockily at her wife. She knew Raya loved when she used brute strength for just about anything. She made a mental note to order some silk and lace underwear for the future. She too loved ripping off her wife's clothes.



Raya blushed, turning on her side. "Can one person really be this sexy?" Ancestors take her now. If Namaari were to rip her clothes off, they would be fucking right into the morning. But she needed to focus! She closed her eyes and steadied her will and self control.



"Who are you talking to?" Namaari's voice sounded both amused and confused.



"The ancestor who blessed me."


"So-"


"No. I love how this dress fits and I want to wear it... At least a few more times." Raya turned around and tackled Namaari on to her back. They grappled but Raya pressed and rubbed her tits right against Namaari's face, distracting her long enough to plop herself on top of her. "I told you I would take care of you, naughty commander. Will you let me taste you, dearest warrior?" Raya purred, gazing down at Namaari with a coy look. Their eyes met. Namaari's eyes were dilated and gazed at her with arousal and worship.

She smiled. She loved Namaari's every day look but seeing her without makeup made her heart clench. No one else in the world would see her beloved warrior wife like this. She looked soft, more like the Namaari she knew and not the one she projected to the world.



"Dep la, if you don't I might burst." Namaari groaned, her face being smothered by Raya soft breasts. She could die happy right now. She had forgotten about her own need when pleasing Raya but now the heat between her legs was going to set her aflame if they didn't hurry.



Raya giggled to herself at how fast her wife spread her legs as she slipped down Namaari's body. She lay on her stomach, kissing the inside of a smooth thigh. "Did you think of me when you were gone, my love?" She asked, stroking her knuckles over puffy lips and bit her lip when she felt how soaking wet Namaari was. Just for -her-. She looked up and made eye contact with dark eyes.



"Every moment." Namaari gasped, when she was rewarded with clever fingertips circling her entrance, and Raya had Namaari's hips jumping up to meet her fingers. "Fuck. I love you." She already felt her orgasm roiling up her spine and boiling in her stomach.



When Raya removed her hand from where she teased, making her love cry out from the loss, she cooed, "Shh, don't worry. I've got you, my love." She leaned down and firmly kissed her clit. The small woman used all of her weight to hold Namaari down when she tongue slipped out of her mouth to lightly flick against her wife's clit. She moaned when her taste flooded her taste buds. "You taste so good" She said before sliding her tongue into her and swirling it around as much as she could.

After a few moments of fucking her wife with her tongue, she replaced her tongue with two fingers and used the tip of her tongue to circle her hard clit. She moaned around the flesh when she felt Namaari's fingers in her hair, tugging on the roots, trying to get the right angle. She let her guide her head exactly where she needed her. Raya wanted to make her warrior cum over and over until she was a mess on the bed. She didn't stop the pace even as Namaari's walls start to clench around her fingers as she came. She didn't stop even though Namaari's thighs squeezed her head and she couldn't get enough air. She was drunk on Namaari, didn't care if she died with her head between her legs.

Namaari grunted, pushing Raya's head away before she came a second time and Raya came up from between her legs pouting. "I know you can cum again! Why did you stop me?"



The warrior blinked at Raya with a dazed look then smiled. "I needed a breather. I missed you, my little brat. I had no idea you were such a siren." She pulled her pouting brat wife into her arms and breathlessly kissed her before tucking her head under her chin, snuggling her tightly.

Raya puffed out her cheeks and grumbled with a blush but settled into Namaari's side. "The girls had their way with me today. I thought I was going to die from embarrassment."



"You look incredible in that dress but it would look even better on the floor… What do you say, dep la?" Namaari slid her hand down Raya's small waist and over her hip, slipping her hand under the slit in the dress to rub her thigh and play with the netting with her fingertips.



"Nah, I think I am done here." Raya pulled away to roll on to her side with her back facing, crossing her arms and curling her legs up, flipping her hair into Namaari's face.


"Oh no, Raya…" Namaari wrapped her arms around her, dragging her backwards so her butt rested in her lap then, trapping her waist in one arm, she gather Raya's thick hair into her other hand. She latched her mouth on to the back of Raya's neck and sucked harshly with her teeth while giving her hair a tug causing Raya to cry out. "You said you were going to take care of me right? You have two choices: Get up and strip that dress off or I will rip it off of you."

Raya wiggled against Namaari rocking her hips backwards, moaning when Namaari growled hotly against her neck."You'll have to let me go first" She gasped when Namaari's steel trap arm loosened but her long fingers and palms came up to grasp her breast firmly in one hand, squeezing her hardened nipple between her fingertips and rolling them. She gasped out Namaari's name before she peeled herself away. "You're evil, binturi. Just for that, I have something for you." She rolled off the bed, walking over to a table across the room. She made sure to add an extra sway to her hips. She felt Namaari's eyes glued to her ass and smirked to herself. She was certain she was enjoying the view. Heat swirled in her belly. It made her feel powerful that her wife chose her over and over every day when she could have had any other person in the world.


She brushed her hair out of her face and took a moment to light a lamp in the dark room. The lamp glowed on the table and the flame flickered with the air movement as she moved a chair and partition in front of it. Her hands shook as she took a moment to check that everything was arranged properly. She thought she had been fiercely aroused earlier? Totally wrong. She thought that she was thoroughly embarrassed when Namaari would first see her? She was dead wrong. She would either make Namaari laugh or arouse her beyond belief.

She prayed she would not fall or do something equally as embarrassing.

She peeked around the partition to see Namaari was sitting at the edge of the bed. "No peeking, no matter what. Okay, great warrior of Fang? I think you can control yourself from touching this lowly servant." She winked at Namaari's arched eyebrow and sat on the chair in front of the lamp, taking a deep breath to focus herself.


Namaari wasn't sure what Raya was doing but seeing her shadow against the partition made a great picture. Her eyes trailed over her curves. She wished she could paint this and keep it forever. She got her next clue and her mouth dropped open when she realized what was happening when she saw Raya sit in a chair. She was going to strip off her dress and the only thing Namaari would be able to see was her shadow! She swallowed harshly watching Raya arch her back, trail her hands slowly up her front then cupping her breasts. She heard her moan.

The warrior gripped the sheets tightly in her hands to keep herself from getting up, throwing the partition to the side, ripping off that damned dress and take Raya then and there. Raya's shadow hands gathered her hair, moving her hands to twist into a high tail. She arched her back, drawing Namaari's eyes to her breasts and waist.


Namaari felt a rush. She could see every curve and movement now without Raya's gorgeous hair hiding them from view. Raya's shadow undid something, the ao dai fell away from the top part of Raya's body causing a gasp to filter over the partition. She saw Raya's hands massage over her breasts, lifting them and teasing her nipples.

"Namaari!" She whimpered loudly, causing the heat between her legs to roar with arousal. Her head fell back, resting against the neck of the chair. She pretended Namaari's rough but gentle hands worshiped her body. Her hands adventured over her stomach, down her thighs making herself gasp out. She felt so hot and needed to finish removing her clothes.

Namaari stood slowly, freezing when Raya leaned forward in her chair, rolling her body into a standing position, and watched the shadow of her dress drop to the floor. She growled lowly but it echoed in the room. She watched Raya's shadow quiver in the light and smirked cockily. She knew what made Raya react to her, without even touching her. Her wife was an easy pervert.

Raya was blushing from head to toe at the noise Namaari made. She felt like she was on fire, even though she only had the left over fishnets on. She turned with her back to the parition and wiggled the lax material from her waist until it was under her butt, bending down while sliding her hands along the smooth outsides of her legs then stood again. She held her breath while stepping out of the pile of clothes. Now was the best part.

Settling back on the chair, she leaned her head back against the head rest of the chair, arching her back when her hands came up to tease her breasts, sinking her fingers into her flesh while massaging them and rubbing her thumbs over her hardened nipples. She massaged them showily, moaning and twisting in the chair. "I can't wait. I'm going to touch myself now." She slid one hand down her stomach. Her legs spread allowing her hand between her legs. "Namaari, oh fuck. I'm so wet for you." Her fingers brushed over her shaved mound and pussy lips, feeling the heat and wetness leaking from herself. She pressed her fingers firmly on her lips over her clit, gasping out. "Yes!" Her head tossed side to side as she lifted the heel of her foot to rest on the end of the chair so she could open herself up more. Her fingers collected more of her juices to lubricate them before circling her clit with two fingers.


The short haired woman had enough. She had silently moved around the end of the partition and watched Raya throwing her head back, revealing a clear view of her slim throat to her full, ample breast being squeezed by her hand, down her clenching abs to where the sight made her mouth water. Her clit was hard and pink, just like the rest of her flushed pussy. Her two fingers came to circle around her hardened flesh, slowly as if she was relishing it. Raya's mouth fell open, gasping and tossing her head to the sides. "Maari!" She whined. "Please, please! I need you, dep la."



"Oh don't worry, beloved. You've got my attention." Namaari growled and pounced the woman. She slid two fingers home into Raya causing her eyes to fly open and look at her with both shock and arousal.

"I thought I said no peeking" She said but cried out as Namaari hit her spot. "Namaari!" Her eyes rolled back into her head. Heat was washing in waves over her body. "Oh yes!"



"Don't be so sexy and I won't." Namaari pulled her fingers out, moving Raya's fingers out of the way, she began rubbing sloppy circles over Raya's hard clit and making Ray cry out. She stopped, helping and urging Raya to stand while resting one foot on the chair and one on the ground. Raya braced her hands on the back of the chair. Namaari's fingers quickly found Raya's clit again, circling firmly as she stepped closer to press her front to Raya's back.

"I couldn't help myself. Especially after seeing how beautiful you looked playing with yourself." Namaari's own legs copied Raya's, only her's crowded Raya's. Her other hand slipped between Raya's legs, curling two fingers to hit her g spot again. When Raya began to shake and cries increase, Namaari slipped in a third finger and moved her hand faster as Raya came with her hips stuttering and legs shaking. Drops of her juices dripped over the fingers fucking her on to the surface of the chair.

Raya cried out, barely seeing lights behind her eyes before blackness overcame her vision.



She moaned as she came to as she was placed on the sheets. "Maari?" She whispered huskily.



Namaari covered Raya with their blanket and got into bed behind her. "Yes, wife?" Her body pressing against Raya's lax body and propped up on her elbow to look at her beautiful wife.



"I love you but I think you paralyzed me for life from your loving." Raya remarked, sounding almost dreamy with her eyes closed and mouth relaxed into a satisfied shape.



Namaari laughed, smirking cockily she gazed down at her wife and brush a strand of hair from her face. "You ready to sleep?"

"Wait! No! I wanted to do one more thing!"


"I doubt you can walk right now." The short haired woman said skeptically eyeing the body infront of her while her eyebrow arched.


"I bet I could!" Raya's eyebrows came together and her lips pouted, forming one of Namaari's favorite Brat Faces that Raya made.

"How about I get it for you and you tell me what this is?"

Raya blushed and looked away. "I dunno, it was supposed to be a surprise."


"Raya."


"Fine. Under the bed is a box..." she pointed at the end of the bed, biting her lip and blushing. They had not moved passed using fingers and mouths to more... intimate things.

Namaari arched an eyebrow but knelt to pull out a box. She flipped open the lid and smirked. Raya was going to get it. She adjusted her thighs to keep the sudden aching between them at bay. "What a naughty servant I have." She placed the box on the bed, quickly stepping into the leather straps. She wasn't an expert at getting into them but her lust gave her flight as she tightened them.


The long haired woman had sat up and inched closer as she watched wide eyed as Namaari adjusted the stap on. She pouted at Namaari knowing and putting this thing on so well but at least she would reap the benefits on the knowledge. She bit her lip and met the other womans eyes.


Namaari offered her hand to her curious counter part and helped her out of the bed. They gazed at each other for a moment before she broke the silence. "Are you sure?"

"It wouldn't be here if I wasn't sure, dep la."

"Let me know if anything hurts?"

"Hurry up and kiss me!" Raya pouted, tilting her head back and pursing her lips. Her eyes slid closed, hand bracing on Namaari's shoulder, stood on tip toe where she was met halfway.


Namaari's hands were at Raya's hips, steadying her as she bent to capture those begging lips. She moved them so she could sit at the edge of the bed and Raya stand between her legs. "Start sucking, servant." She ordered, leaning back on her hands so she could watch.


The smaller woman blushed as she got on her knees but was not deterred from her insecurity. She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, licking the cock from bottom to top she pulled away to look up at Namaari. "Talk to me, commander? This lowly servant wants to ensure your pleasure."

"Use your mouth" Namaari tangled her fingers in Raya's long hair, tugging when she saw Raya roll her eyes. "Come on, tongue out!"

Raya quickly opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue but before she could lean over to take Namaari into her mouth, Namaari took it upon herself to take charge. She pressed the head against her tongue, holding her head still. "Fuck. You look so good on your knees, servant." She slowly pumped her hips over her tongue while looking into brown eyes. "Swirl your tongue."


Raya quickly followed orders, showily curling her tongue around the fake cock. Each time she sloppily used her tongue, she tried to get as much of her tongue around it, hoping to please the warrior. Her fingers dug into muscular thighs as Namaari thrusted into her mouth.


"Fuck yes, Raya. Just like that." Namaari now watched the show of Raya's tongue and mouth on the glass dildo. "Get it as wet as possible, dep la. I'm going to fuck you into the bed after this." She let go of Raya's head, her hands going back to splay flat on the bed while Raya worked her mouth over the glass.


Raya slipped a finger between leather and Namaari's pussy. She pressed the dildo down, using the pressure, she teased Namaari's clit with a fingertip as she wrapped her tongue around fake cock.


After a few moments of moaning and thrusting her hips, Namaari grasped Raya's hair tail, giving it a tug causing Raya to moan around the glass cock before Namaari pulled her head away. "On your hands and knees, servant."


The smaller woman quickly complied, scrambling on to the bed. She waited, her hands grasping the sheet under her, arching her back and swaying her hips to entice her wife.

Namaari bit her lip, adjusting the glass and leather contraption around her waist before climbing in after her wife. The sight of her wife's ass swaying side to side… She would die a million times to reach the heavenly sight of her wife like this. She gripped one fleshy hip with one hand and guided the glass cock right into her wife's pussy making the long haired woman cry out. She gripped her hip tighter as she started to thrust, setting a slow pace. The roll of her hips never picked up nor slowed down, no matter how many times Raya bucked backwards onto the glass dildo.

"Toi! Please, Great Warrior of Fang! Please let me cum on your dick!" Raya begged as she tossed her head back and forth, her high tail swaying over one shoulder.

Namaari reached down and grabbed the tail, pulling Raya's head back. She growled, "You want it?"

"Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Take me!" She panted, grinding her ass back into Namaari.

"Then take it, servant!" Namaari held on to Raya's hip and hair as she picked up her pace. She drove herself hard and fast into her wife, aiming for the spots that made her scream.


"Just like that, great warrior of Fang! Fuck me until I can't sit properly without thinking of you!" Namaari picked up her pace and Raya squeezed her insides, moaning. "Oh yeah? Does that make you feel hot and bothered? Your little wife struggling to sit properly because you f-fucked her s-so g-good? FUCK! Namaari!" During Raya's babble, Namaari had let go of her hair and snuck her hand down to circle Raya's clit with two fingers with every intent to make her cum.

When Raya started to quiver, Namaari did not stop, feeling her own orgasm creeping between her legs. It wasn't going to take much more grinding and humping before she came but first, she needed Raya to cum.

Raya's orgasm was a tidal wave that crashed into her, sending her mind spinning through an ocean of bliss with only Namaari to anchor her. Her elbows gave out and she screamed into the bedding as she came on the pistoning cock.

She turned around, grinding the base of the dildo down on Namaari's clit as her other hand enter two fingers into her soaked entrance. Namaari came with gasp of air being sucked into her body. She grit her teeth to keep from crying out louder. "Fuuuccck." She hissed out, riding Raya's fingers to completion. She lay sprawled out as Raya pulled the comforter over their cooling bodies.


"Toi, I don't think I will be able to sit at breakfast with your mom" Raya muttered as she snuggled up to her wife, throwing her leg over Namaari's and ignoring the glass cock against her leg. She pressed her front to her side and hugged her muscled arm, kissing the skin she could reach.

Namaari scoffed and tried to ignore the interest coming back to her body but she also felt the deep sedated sleep starting to waft over her. "Why?"


"I won't be able to sit without feeling the ache of you inside me or stop the thoughts of what we did tonight" Raya buried her head in Namaari's arm.


"All of it because you have a problem with self control aaaand..."


"And what, binturi?" Raya pouted grumpily, puffing out her cheeks.


"Aaaand, you are a pervert, my brat." Namaari rubbed the top of Raya's head, smoothing her sweaty hair from her face.


"You're a pervert, binturi!"


"As long as we can do all of THAT again, I will proudly accept my pervertness."