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“Lady Noire...” The blonde knight sighed, her bare, muscled body straddling her slender lady. “...it’s been so long. I wasn’t sure I’d ever see you again.”
“Sir Nearl...Margaret.” It still felt strange to call her by her name. Noire reached up, her hands gently brushing over the Kuranta’s ponytail as she leaned her down, allowing Margaret to nuzzle against her neck. “It’s alright. I’m here now. You’re here...with me.” Momentarily robbed of her speech, Margaret allowed her hot breath to run along the nape of Noire’s neck, inviting shivers from her as she thrusted her hips up against Margaret’s firm, already mildly sweaty abdomen.
“Here...with you.” Margaret murmured, returning Noire’s sentiment. Her firm hand moved atop Noire’s head, a quiet purr rumbling forth from her throat as she undid Noire’s hair ties, letting her silky raven locks flow free. “Shall we make the most of this time together, Noire?”
“Hehe...” Noire couldn’t help but laugh. “...of course. That’s what we’re here for, right?” Her arms embraced Margaret, the sensation almost akin to hugging a sturdy, girthy, life-giving tree, its branches sheltering and nourishing all beneath it. She tilted her head back slightly, allowing their lips to meet. Then their tongues. Love gave way to hunger.
Margaret tasted like mint and berries. She had prepared for tonight.
Noire mostly tasted like chocolate cake and Nep Bull, but Margaret didn’t mind.
The sensation of Margaret’s finger pushing into Noire’s pre-emptively lubed up anus punctuated their affection, and it was soon joined by another, and another. “Haaan...!” Noire breathed, and relaxed, just as she’d practiced, and soon her pucker was very much dilated and ready.
“Please, Noire...” Margaret’s golden gaze met Noire’s crimson eyes. “tell me if...if it hurts, alright?”
“Margaret...” Noire’s hand rose to caress the knight’s cheek. “...you could never hurt me- ahhhhhh!” She could say that, but even she had to tense up when Margaret’s immense, throbbing lance pushed into her, the slimy sound of the lubricant engulfing her shaft. Noire’s round, gleaming eyes rolled back in her head a little, a tiny spurt of precum squirting from her own erection as her prostate swelled.
“Lady Noire...!” Margaret’s eyes widened, an involuntary throb running along the length of her shaft. “I’ll slow down...”
“No...” Noire found it in herself to crack a wide smile, all four limbs clinging onto her studly knight for dear life. “Take me, Margaret. S-sir Nearl...”
She had barely finished saying her name when Margaret pitched down, burying her face into the pillow and fiercely rutting into Noire. Noire’s own nails dug into Margaret’s back, adding to the selection of scars there. She bit down on Margaret’s neck, the desire boiling in her driving her to hold onto Margaret with everything they could. Pain and pleasure blended for Margaret as her voice rose to passionate gasps and grunts, bringing more of her strength to bear than in any battle.
Margaret’s arms wrapped around Noire’s waist, encasing her protectively as she allowed herself to fill Noire’s tender, gaping orifice. Passion welled up inside her, heat engulfing her needy balls. “Noire, I’m-”
“Grrrrgh...!” If Margaret was a rutting stallion, Noire was every bit as much a cat in heat. A desperate squeal escaped her, muffled by Margaret’s neck. “Y-yes...! Cum for me, sir Margaret! Please...!”
“Noire, I-I...” However that sentence was going to end, it was unnecessary. Torrents of redolent, abundant seed gushed forth into Noire, her guts being soundly rearranged and pumped full of Margaret’s semen. Her prostate trembled and she answered, her own ejaculation bubbling forth and staining Margaret’s stomach and chest.
“...” The two remained still for a moment.
“Haaaa...” Noire sighed contentedly. “I...I love you...Margaret.”
“...” Margaret’s smile carried a certain sad air to it, as everything faded away.
The gentle melody of the Arknights base music drifted into Noire’s ears as she woke up in her own bed in the Basilicom. Did she...fall asleep with her phone on?
A glimmer of light filled her eyes as she noticed the secretary Nearl on her screen. Instinctively, she caressed her cheek through the screen, with the back of her finger. “Good morning...”
It wasn’t until she tried to roll out of bed that she noticed her lower body was entirely numb and she couldn’t even close her legs, thanks to the colossal horse dildo she rammed up her digestive tract before falling asleep. She also noticed the dense odor of goddess semen coating her blanket.
“...”
Before she could decide on which order to clean things up, running footsteps echoed through the corridor. She barely had time to pull her moist blanket over herself before the door flew open.
“Gooooood morning, Noire!” Neptune shouted, trotting over to her friend’s bedside. “Still haven’t woken up?” Her gaze fell to Noire’s phone and she picked it up. “Ah, you were playing mobile games? How silly!” With a wave of her hand, Noire’s phone flew out the conveniently open window. “Don’t you remember what today is? It’s time for our annual Genesaturncast marathon! You promised me you won’t be late!”
“Ugh...” Neptune was right. They did plan for it, and Noire had simply gotten carried away last night... “Neptune, do you think you could at least give me the privacy to get dressed, first?”
“Awww...” Neptune pouted. “I thought we were already close enough to get dressed together...” Pretending to sulk, Neptune nonetheless obliged.
“Phew...” And with that, Noire was able to pull out her holy lance with a loud “schlorp” and throw it under the bed. She’d have to clean up later.
Hopefully, Neptune wouldn’t notice her waddling...