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Sharing Lessons (1/1)

[(Anonymous)]

Sekhmet hadn't expected Kohime to agree to this at all, not with the cracks in their relationship so freshly spackled over. It'd been an attempt at lightening the mood and make the suggestion feel less serious, to add that it'd at least be an opportunity for Kohime to bully Shrike a bit. Of course Kohime would pounce on that.

...and Shrike, bless her, wanted to patch things up enough that she agreed immediately, and Sekhmet still hasn't figured out how to tell her what she had been additionally signed up for.

She seems to already have intuited that she's in for trouble, though, stripped down to nothing and sitting very still and quiet at the opposite end of Sekhmet’s bed from Kohime, who's slowly been stretching her legs out to take over every inch of space Shrike hasn't laid claim to.

Sekhmet sighs. "You're both sort of defeating the point, here."

Kohime scowls, and jabs a claw in her direction. "What's the point with you just sitting all the way over there, anyway?"

"I don't want this to be all about me. I'll join in after you two get to know each other a bit first." Seeing the looks both of them are giving her—Kohime mischievous, like she's going to try and tempt her over there, Shrike clearly looking to be saved—she adds, "And not a moment sooner."

Both of them glance at each other, and then look away immediately.

Sekhmet realizes she's got her work cut out for her. She takes her glasses off, polishes them, and puts them back on, putting on a stern face. The glasses and the expression are the only things she's wearing, and what she suspects is keeping Kohime in the room right now. "Just a kiss for starters. Come now, it's not that hard."

Levering herself up by her elbow, Kohime gives a groan and an eyeroll of protest, but still sits up to cross her arms over her knees and glower at Shrike. "C'mon," she says. "Let's get this over with."

Shrike takes a deep breath, and scoots closer, rearranging herself to face Kohime, her hands awkwardly hovering in the air; she's clearly not sure where to put them. "I suppose, um…"

"Come on," Kohime repeats, impatient, and stretches upward to kiss her.

It's a surprisingly tender kiss from Kohime, and Shrike seems taken aback—her eyes widening for a moment before leaning into it and closing her eyes, letting her hands rest on her own knees while Kohime pulls her in, hands wrapping around her back.

Of course Sekhmet only realizes she really should have known—and hears the slight snick of claws being unsheathed—just before Kohime digs them into the pale skin of Shrike's back, deep enough to draw blood.

"Oh—"

Kohime freezes in the middle of a victorious smile at Shrike's breathless, wordless exclamation—not one of pain, or not exactly, and Shrike is flushed, breathing a little heavily, eyelashes fluttering slightly. There's conflict in Kohime's expression, as she looks down at her claws, like: are these working right?

"Well?" says Sekhmet, leaning forward to lean an elbow in her knee, spreading her legs just a little bit to tantalize. "Seems like she likes that. Don't you, Shrike? So why are you stopping?"

"Nngh—" Shrike exhales sharply, and puts a hand over her mouth, looking faintly embarrassed, but she can't find it in herself to protest.

Sekhmet realizes she's going to need a little bit better than that, to make this really go, though, and she silently prays Shrike will forgive her for this. "Shrike?" she calls again, in a lightly teasing lilt. "I didn't hear your answer. Did you like that?"

"Yes."

"What was that…"

"Yes!" Shrike bursts out, and then claps both her hands over her mouth. It might well be the loudest she's ever said anything, and she looks mortified.

Kohime's looking at her with renewed curiosity, though, like she's discovered a new way to chase an old toy and is stalking it. "Really," she drawls. "Then, how do you like this—"

She lunges, locking Shrike into a much harder kiss that goes teeth first, sharps of her canines dragging over Shrike's lower lip. There's mildly bloody intent behind it, but also curiosity—Kohime seeing how far she can push this.

And the answer is pretty far. Shrike melts into it, a muffled yelp escaping the back of her throat before giving way to a long sigh; she doesn't resist when Kohime pushes her back against the headboard, pinning her with one hand over her wrist and one knee between her thighs.

Oh, thinks Sekhmet, feeling warmth spring to her cheeks and also between her legs. Oh, this is good.

"Kinda fucked up, honestly," mutters Kohime, dragging her claws down Shrike's jawline and neck, just hard enough to leave light red lines in their wake. "You look like this—" she glances at the taut form of Shrike's muscles, "and you just let yourself get pushed around like this?" It actually sounds a little admiring, at a time like this.

Her claws scrape over one of Shrike's nipples—now a taut peak—and two voices exclaim at that. Sekhmet realizes, clapping a hand over her mouth, that the second one was her own; the space between her thighs already feels slick.

She presses her thighs together, but Kohime's ears are perking up already, and she grins. "So that's what you really wanted with all this," Kohime says. "A show? Well, I can give you a show."

Kohime looks down at Shrike. "So? Wouldn't you, for your dear darling Sekhmet?" She punctuates this by shoving Shrike's head over to look at Sekhmet, and digging her claws into the tender flesh of Shrike's breast, and Shrike gasps—

—and then grabs a hold of Kohime's mane of hair and pulls her down into another rough kiss.

Sekhmet shoves a knuckle in her mouth and bites down to ground herself—as much as she already wants to touch herself for relief already, it's early yet, and she can't give in on the challenge implicit in Kohime's words.

It's hard to keep her promise to herself, though, when Kohime moves to grind her knee hard against Shrike's sex, one hand pressing Shrike's shoulder against the bed.

Shrike's hands curl clawlike on their own into Kohime's back to instinctively grip her closer, and swears breathlessly as Kohime's claws dig into the flesh of her inner thigh, spreading her legs apart. "Fffuck, I, I—"

Kohime lazily trails her claws down the length of Shrike's thigh, leaning on her other knee, and Sekhmet knows they're both done for. "Oh? You don't want it?"

"Gods, I—" Shrike's panting, her breaths coming low and deep. "K-keep going. I—please."

"I don't know, though," says Kohime, sitting back on her heels. "What have you done for me, lately? For her, sure," she goes on, jerking a thumb at Sekhmet, "but what are you going to do for me?"

Sekhmet's flushed, now, just from watching, and squirms slightly in her chair. Squeezing her thighs together provides a little relief, but not what she aches for. "She—she likes it when you use your tongue, Shrike," she manages.

Shrike looks at Sekhmet, who's clearly half-overcome, herself, and her gaze softens from apprehension into a slight indulgent smile. "She's, hah, really into this, isn't she," she says, to Kohime. "She could have, hah—she could have said."

"Weird, right?" says Kohime, inspecting her claws and flopping back to lounge across the bed. "But, hey, you heard the lady."

Shrike kneels at her feet, and runs her hands over the skin of Kohime's legs toward the V where they meet. Sekhmet can see that Kohime has to suppress at least a little bit of an anticipatory shiver; she makes a good showing of being comfortable and in control at all times, but even she's a little off-balance here, and there's something even more endearing about that.

Here, Shrike leans down, but doesn't immediately set to work with her mouth; one hand dips between Kohime's legs to run a finger across her slit to the mound at the top, feeling out the new territory. She lets out a light humming sound under her breath, and then lowers her head to Kohime's sex, tracing her tongue over the same path her finger just took—but firmer, deeper, dipping between the folds and emerging to circle her clit.

Kohime looks dazed for a moment, a low soft sound of surprise escaping her mouth and Sekhmet really can't help it anymore; her fingers slip between her own legs. She's soaking wet, her folds entirely slick, and her clit feels like it's throbbing as she rubs it in tight circles, transfixed by the scene.

It's not long before Kohime is panting in earnest, head thrown back and claws dug into the sheets so hard Sekhmet knows they'll be shredded before night's end. Kohime disentangles one hand as Shrike takes a breath to push her head back down between her legs—Shrike squirms a little, but resumes, and digs her fingers hard into Kohime's thighs for leverage.

Kohime's obvious when she comes; she's not a quiet bedmate, and even while she's clearly been trying to play it cool and indifferent with Shrike, her panting rises to almost a howl before she slumps back, propping herself up on one elbow. "Wasn't half-bad," she says, her heavy breathing betraying her intended casual manner, as Shrike pulls back and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. "I guess I can see why she keeps you around."

"And now, hah—time to repay the favor," Sekhmet reminds her. "Shrike's been a very good girl, after all."

Kohime's ears flick a little bit, uncertain, but she catches a glimpse of Sekhmet's hand between her legs. "You really wanna see that, huh…"

"Like I said. I won't join you until you've really gotten to know each other."

Kohime crosses her arms, and grins. "Fine. Then sit on your hands until she's screaming my name."

Sekhmet bites out a noise of protest—

"I'm not kidding."

She sighs, and draws her fingers from between her legs to slide them under her thighs. "There."

"Good girl," says Kohime, but she's turned to Shrike instead, taking her chin in one hand before pushing her back against the wall next to the bed with an audible thud. "You know what, she's right. You have been pretty good. What do you want as a reward?"

Shrike mumbles something under her breath that Sekhmet can't quite hear.

Kohime slides a hand up her thigh, and leans in toward her ear. "Hm? What was that?"

Flushing pink, Shrike grits it out again, this time just audible: "Fuck me."

"Hm? Who should fuck you, though…?" She teases a finger between Shrike's legs, dragging it lightly over the creases while Shrike shudders.

"Nngh—all right, gods, I want you to, please, just—"

"I thought you'd never ask, says Kohime, smiling all teeth, and her fingers press down more firmly over Shrike's clit.

She leans over, half-straddling Shrike, to drag her teeth against Shrike's neck, closing over the skin in the kind of kiss that'll leave marks; Shrike lets out a low hiss that turns into a strangled gasp as Kohime digs her claws into her thigh again. Beads of dark blood well up on her leg, and Sekhmet can see her other fingers drifting lower—

Kohime glances over her shoulder, and fixes Sekhmet with a look. "Remember what the deal is," she says, and Sekhmet sucks in a breath, biting down on the inside of her lower lip to try and distract herself.

A gasp from Shrike as Kohime trails one finger down her slit and then slips it inside with a firm thrust. "Ah—"

"Is that what you want?" drawls Kohime, teasing.

"Fuck. Yes. Please," Shrike manages, in-between Kohime continuing to work her way across her neck and torso with love bites. "Please."

Kohime snorts. "You're so polite, it's disgusting. But can't just leave poor Sekhmet pent up over there forever, right?" She slides another finger in—it goes in easily, with how wet she is—and picks up the pace.

Shrike's hands tangle in Kohime's mane of hair, her labored breathing quickening and rising in pitch. She's going to be a mess of bruises, but if she minds at all, she's clearly stopped paying attention. Clearly on the brink—her eyes are scrunched closed, head tilted back against the wall, hands trembling.

Sekhmet almost can't bear it; being able to watch both of them is unbearably hot. This hadn't even been her plan, it just seemed like a good idea, but now she's so turned on she can barely think.

"K—" Shrike loses her breath halfway through an exclamation; she's shuddering, in the throes of orgasm. "F, fuck, K-kohime—"

Sekhmet stands from the chair, wobbly—she's free. She can't stand it anymore.

But Kohime holds up a hand as she comes closer, still tapering off her thrusts with her other hand as Shrike comes down from it. "Hey, we're not done here."

"But—"

"Besides," says Kohime, tail curling across Shrike's legs. "My toy now."

"H-hey now—"

"Kohime!"

Re: Sharing Lessons (1/1)

[(Anonymous)]

fanmail ok i forgot

Re: Sharing Lessons (1/1)

[(Anonymous)]

Nice work, A++, Anon