Chapter 61.5 - Queer Sex And Pet Names (Patreon)

As promised! First nsfw chapter! This one took a while, I am NOT used to writing or reading smut as much as I used to be, and while this has definitely helped me dust off some skills, it's still just a first step thang. Still turned out hot, though! Enjoy, they gay as hell in this one. Content warning, if it wasn't obvious, there is some straight up gay sex under the cut here, involving some ladies and a nonbinary baddie.

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Maen is soft.

There’s just something pliable to her. She’s not thin, not anymore, and has been filling out healthily in the weeks of exercise and good eating she’s enjoyed since she became a part of the Altered Cultivation Division, but as Raika does her best to hold her gently, she is still shocked at just how inviting Maen is.

It doesn’t hurt her impression of the felinid woman as she shuffles closer, awkwardly on the edge of the bed and breathing hard, lost in the kiss.

Well. They did just check to make sure her arms are working more comfortably, so it would be a waste not to use them. Reaching over with her left this time, moving slowly, checking each of the changes and letting herself move at a comfortable pace with an arm she hasn’t had in years, she wraps her hand around Maen’s waist and pulls her forward, seating the smaller woman on her lap with a slight huff of breath.

Maen gasps, the kiss breaking for a moment to let Raika see just how flushed she is, glowing in a bit of moonlight. Her ears are surprisingly still, considering what Raika knows of how reactive they can be, but when she cups Maen’s jaw again and pulls her close, she’s relieved to see them flick again. Maen’s eyes unfocus, her breathing heavy and irregular, and the smell of her is all that Raika can sense.

She comes in for another kiss, and Raika holds her back, gently. She makes a sort of confused sound, almost a whimper, but goes quiet as Raika tilts her head up, exposing her throat. She kisses along the smaller woman’s jaw, kisses her ear, kisses down the side of her neck to her collarbone as Maen shivers above her.

Raika can smell her. This close, it’s impossible not to sense her on so many levels, and she takes her time, letting herself get used to each one, piece by piece. The warmth of her skin. The smell of her sweat, the taste of it on her. The beat of her heart, beating and pumping and the heat it pushes all through her as Raika watches and feels, the fluttering of breath in her lungs alongside the little sounds she makes with each touch.

“Don’t think I ever told you properly,” Raika whispers against the crook of her neck, letting her breath heat the space against Maen’s throat. “You smell like yuzu. Fresh fruits, and citrus, and wild, sharp things. You smell like something living and vibrant.”

She lightly nips the side of Maen’s throat, enjoying the shiver and little “yip” noise she makes. “It’s delicious.”

She brings Maen’s face back down closer. Lets her eyes refocus, even as she flushes a brighter red at how long it takes for her to come back. This time when she comes in for a kiss, Raika doesn’t stop her, instead letting her hands wander. One goes to the back of Maen’s head, teasing the base of her ears (and making sure not to stop when Maen gives a full-body shudder at the touch) and helping guide the kiss, as the other goes further down, holding her by the waist, and then going further down and squeezing.

Maen does an adorable mix of a yip and a jump, but immediately after puts her arms over Raika’s shoulders and grinds her body against the touch, against her lap, against the heat there.

If her sweat and heartbeat were noticeable, then the heat burning between her legs and the scent of arousal coming from there are like glaring fires to Raika’s attention.

She goes to move, something deep inside her bubbling up until she can’t tell if she’s purring or growling, kneading Maen and sitting up and-

Mmmh. Too much.

She immediately feels… not dizzy, but disoriented, the sudden rush of new muscles and movements locking her out of the moment, making her freeze in discomfort-

Until she feels a hand on her shoulder. A light touch, feather-light and subtle, but there’s a brief thrill against her skin at the touch, the single new input surprising enough to subtly stop her spiral. She stops, pulls Maen back a bit so she can breathe, head bowed, trying to focus.

Maen, worried, goes to raise her face, to touch her and move and-

“Maen,” Kaena whispers, satin sound in the silence, “stay still.”

And just like that, Maen holds still.

“Good girl,” Kaena whispers, and Raika huffs a little laugh as a tremble and slight twitch to the heat she can sense runs through the woman on her lap.

“Try not to rush,” they whisper to Raika. “It wouldn’t help any of us for you to have to shut down here. Take your time.”

She takes another breath, heady with the scent of a willing partner and sweetness and sweat and desire, and breathes out, long and slow, until her lungs are empty and her nose is briefly quiet. She nods.

“Lay back down,” Kaena orders, and Raika obeys, laying all the way back onto the bed, letting muscles untense from where she’d tried to use them and been overwhelmed. “Maen,” Kaena whispers, disrobe her.”

She can hear Maen gulp. She suspects Kaena might have heard it too, with how loud it seemed. But, to her credit, she doesn’t hesitate long.

The feeling of air on her skin is almost as overwhelming as the feeling of the cloth being pulled against it until it’s clear. She hears Maen’s breathing pitch higher as the improvised toga comes off her, wrapped loosely enough that she’s left bare before the younger woman, lying back as she is.

Few scars remain. Most that do are superficial, now, almost like marks or tattoos on her flesh, barely upraised from the rest of her skin, which glows in the moonlight, a mix of rich, vibrant russet and healthy brown earth. Maen looks down at her chest, which Raika hasn’t quite gotten back to the size she had as a cultivator after starvation and transformation, but you could never tell by the look on her lover’s face.

Though… technically, considering how much taller and stronger she is than before, Raika supposes that while they may look only average-sized on her frame, they’re… pretty big, yeah.

Kaena seems to agree, laughing lightly. “Damn,” they whisper. “The envy of lesser women the world over, wouldn’t you say Maen?”

Maen is pretty speechless, but manages a nod. She leans forward, eyes rapt, and, after Raika nods, touches one, crawling up Raika’s body to kiss on the side of it. Mirroring earlier, she kisses from sternum, to chest, all the way to the nipple, kissing it too and, finally finding some spirit, giving it a nibble as well.

The feeling is a lot, and nearly all of it is pleasant. The groove and sharpness of the bite, the thrill of bloodflow, the thrum of her heartbeat and how her body reacts to the touch…

“Maen,” Kaena says, “take off your shift.”

Seemingly used to receiving orders now, Maen doesn’t hesitate. She sits back up, hips around Raika’s waist and heat-to-heat, lifting the shift over her head and-

“Slow,” Kaena whispers. “Make it a show.”

Maen pants, face obscured by fabric, but does so, slowing down, letting the shift trail up bit by bit over her hips, her stomach, her breasts, until finally it is off her and she lets it slide down her arm to the ground. She sits there, as bare as Raika, the two of them just watching each other for a moment.

Unable to help herself, Raika shifts, her legs lifting to nudge Maen a bit higher and a hand coming to rest on her hip, holding tight as she lets her eyes roam and Maen lights up like a cherry with a flush of arousal. She freezes a bit, trapped between arousal and anxiety at being seen, her scent catching a hint of fear, of anxious panic-

“It’s ok,” Raika says, quiet. She realizes too late she’s not using her artificial voice, the natural tone leaking through like the notes of a bass instrument and rumble of a predator intermingling. She pauses, focuses, changing it back, and- “It’s ok, you-”

Maen falls back down against her, chest to chest but her face only making it up to Raika’s chin, and acts as a sort of pressure against her.

“Don’t,” Maen whispers. “You don’t have to. I want to hear you. Please.”

For a moment, Raika feels like she can’t breathe.

Then…

“Ok,” she purrs.

Maen shivers at her voice, and crawls a bit higher, kissing her again.

“Let’s not forget the purpose of this little visit,” Kaena whispers, sitting comfortably on the edge of the bed, legs crossed and smiling. “We’re to check Raika for hints of discomfort, no? Check to see that everything’s working properly?”

They lean close, whispering to Maen; “You should start checking her core, don’t you think?”

Again, Maen shivers, and again, the sheer heat her body is giving off is enough to make Raika laugh softly against the kiss. “Or,” she purrs at Maen and Kaena both, “I’d be more than happy to-”

Kaena taps her lightly on the forehead, less than even a flick of the finger but enough to interrupt. “None of that,” they say, voice firm. “You’re to lay back, recover, and tell us how it all feels so we can properly treat you, hmm? You can fold Maen like laundry some other time, beastie. In the meantime, I’d say she’s earned her meal, wouldn’t you?”

Raika huffs again, unable to fight back a smile, especially when she sees how violently Maen blushes and seems to shudder at the though. She can’t help but feel something pressing on her mind, all of the reasons for how she’s been holding back, hiding herself, but she beats them back.

Just one night, she thinks. Just one.

Besides, it would be quite a cruelty to deny Maen at this point.

“Yeah,” Raika hums, laying back and tilting her head back, “I think she has. She’s been a very good kitten.”

She doesn’t need eyes to see (or feel) what that one phrase does to Maen, and she can’t help but feel her own core flutter and heat as her lover heats up a few degrees and trembles.

Kaena chuckles. “It really is fun, isn’t it?” they whisper, voice wistful. A hint of their Qi leaks from the pattern they’ve woven on the other side of the room, and Raika smells the same sweet scent as before… but the mercury is just a bit “louder”now.

Raika shoots them a look, and they pick up on it. They give a soft smile, and a little shrug. It’s fine, they seem to say. Raika, in turn… decides to trust them on the subject.

Maen, meanwhile, keeps herself busy. Kissing down Raika’s front, fondling her chest a good bit before kissing down her navel, her lower stomach, and then, in a surprising show of restraint, to just the top of her mons before diverting, kissing Raika’s inner thighs. She gives a little love bite, and Raika can’t help but give a little spasm of her own at the enhanced sensitivity she’s experiencing, lifting and hooking her leg over Maen’s shoulder.

“Shhh…” Kaena whispers. “Deep breaths, beastie. Gentle, now.”

Maen keeps going, closer and closer, until finally she lands a kiss somewhere wet and burning hot and Raika spasms again, the bed creaking and covers shredded in her hands.

She can’t breathe for a moment, and one moment passes, then another, then a third before she finally lets out a violent exhale, muscles untensing, covering her face with a palm and pinching the bridge of her nose. “Fuck,” she growls, “that’s embarrassing.”

Kaena giggles, patting the air a few centimeters above her palm. “Don’t worry,” they whisper, “happens to the best of us, dear. How’s everything doing down there? Not painful, all muscles in order?”

“Organs are fine,” Raika mumbles. “I can feel them. I just… don’t know what most of them do, or why they feel different. My cunt is… sensitive, but seems fine. Just a lot more intense than normal.”

“Mmmh,” Kaena whispers. “Well then, Maen, I suppose we should move on, if everything seems fine, no?”

Maen goes to lift her head and stare, confused and wide eyed and ready to whine with need, but she doesn’t have to. Raika grabs her by the hair and the back of her head, gently but firmly, before she can get too far.

“I didn’t say that,” she grumbles. “Just… patience.”

“Well,” Kaena smiles, “if honored Raika requests, I suppose we can marshal our little friend’s focus. Consider it training, for both of you.”

And then, smile much quieter but more sincere now, soft and likely invisible in the dark unless someone is looking for it, they put their hand over Raika’s, petting Maen’s ears even as they help Raika guide her back down. Maen, at this point, is a bit far gone for conventional communication, but she happily starts to use her mouth for something else.

Slow kisses, focused on the surrounding tissue, even as she puts one hand right above her clit, palm spread on her mons and exerting just the lightest pressure on it. Even that much has Raika crack the wood of the bedframe gripped in her other hand on a well-timed kiss and bit of pressure, gasping. She can feel her whole body responding, her heartbeat moving into a new pattern she doesn’t recognize, her flesh churning.

Maen gives her first slow, gentle lick, and Raika can feel each individual tastebud, each vestigial, rounded barb, and has to exercise quite a bit of self control not to squeeze her thighs together and suffocate the poor kitten. Her eyes are lidded, breathing hard, head thrown back, mind filled with the scent of wild things and sweets and poison and the smell of a wild garden, and then Maen licks her a second time and the bedframe trembles and cracks.

Kaena holds her hand, even as she holds Maen, who is in turn wrapped around her hips, and she takes a moment to breathe before-

Kaena pushes Maen’s head down again, and she kisses something vital or new or something because it shoots up into Raika’s brain and tap dances there for a while.

But she doesn’t protest. She just breathes, and feels the heat building, and occasionally spasms and twitches as new muscles simply react to new stimuli. She is here, present, holding tight, feeling new and old impulses both magnified and how every movement changes something and how to make them obey and stay as still as she can make them.

And then Kaena whispers something, and Maen whimpers, the scent of their Qi intermingling, the kitten almost vibrating with sudden pressure, grinding and writhing between her legs, panting short, hot breaths against Raika and pressing on her and her other hand comes in and stretches her apart, open, vulnerable-

Maen gives one last lick on new and exposed flesh, her palm pulled down by tension or sliding on sweat or blind intent and touching her clit, and Raika’s kicks her free leg hard enough that she feels an enhanced, all-new, extra dynamic muscle system strain and maybe pull something. It’s enough to send her over an edge way faster than she’s gone before, gasping and whimpering and making some very undignified noises, joined a moment later by Maen who just gives one long whine as whatever Kaena is doing sends her shooting over a peak all her own. As she cums she is still pressed against Raika, breathing hard and putting soft pressure against her with her weight, prolonging the peak but one moment, then another, and another, until it takes everything she has not to throw herself back.

The smell of peaches and cream wafts through the room and makes her sneeze, hard enough to get her to move and shift just a few inches up the bed. It’s enough, just barely, to let her cut contact with Maen and her incredibly intricate tongue, to let the cool air counteract some of the heat of her breath, even as one arm remains on her.

A few second pass like this. Raika panting, chest heaving, eyes unfocused, twitching occasionally as she recovers, the smell of citrus and- citrus candy, maybe? Like lemon sweets?

It’s… a new Qi scent. Raika forces herself to come back to the moment, to flex muscles that feel much less alien, to sit up a bit.

She sees Kaena sitting there, slowly petting Maen’s head, occasionally scratching behind the ears, eliciting little spasms from the felinid woman as she does. Maen looks even more out of it than Raika was, drooling a bit, face down and delightful peach of an ass occasionally jiggling as she twitches and shifts her legs about slowly, dead to the world. Kaena sees Raika looking, and before she can say anything, shushes her with a finger against their lips.

“My fault,” they whisper. “I haven’t practiced this technique in some time, and it can be a bit… intense. Especially with her cultivation level. I just figured she deserved a reward for being such a good kitten.”

Even half-conscious, Maen still twitches and whimpers a bit at the nickname, slowly shifting to hide her face against the bed and blushing.

“Well,” Kaena says, looking between the two staggeringly disoriented young women on the bed, “I’d say my treatment plan’s been pretty effective so far, eh beastie?”