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It had been hours. Far too many hours.

Kafka's gaze drifted down to her lap, snoring so softly, so peacefully across her that it distracted, if not ailed the slight pain in her lower back from sitting on a couch for over six hours without being able to move.

It had been so long.

Kafka's gaze struggled to rip away from Stelle before shifting across the entirety of the parlor car, totally empty except for her and Stelle. Well, Pom-Pom was also there. He had been sweeping the floor as far away from Kafka as they could possibly be for the past hour. If there had been any dust over there, it was certainly long gone, but it was obvious that they were simply trying to stay away from getting involved with whatever was going on with the two women on the couch.

After Stelle had passed out almost immediately on her lap, March and Dan Heng had been excused and told to head back to their rooms so that Himeko and Welt could have a conversation with Kafka relatively alone. If they were willing to wake Stelle up they certainly would have had her leave too.

Kafka sighed. It had been… Boring was the right word, really. Just the obvious questions asked with her obvious answers. Yes, Stelle had been the person Kafka had mentioned all those years ago the last time they had all met. No, Kafka wasn't going to steal Stelle away from the train. She needed to be a Trailblazer. Not a Stellaron Hunter.

No, Kafka wasn't going to turn her against the other Nameless. It would absolutely have defeated the purpose of her being one in the first place.

No. Kafka was never going to hurt Stelle.

Honestly, it was a little tiring, what with Stelle complaining about how she would get 'grounded' and such other things in their - admittedly, short - conversations over the phone, along with some of the other things she had said. The two older crew members seemed to treat her like overbearing parents, which felt entirely unnecessary. Stelle was more than capable of making decisions for herself.

Kafka sighed slightly and brushed her annoyance with the conversation aside. All she really needed to do was assuage their fears enough, which she had done - in between fussing at them for treating Stelle like an unruly teen until they felt embarrassed enough to drop it and leave - that they just had no choice but to simply accept that this was how things were now.

That their Trailblazer was just inextricably tied to one of the most wanted criminals in the galaxy.

Which was certainly a good thing. Considering how they had acted she was fully expecting an "Actually, no, you can't date our daughter" even after Stelle had already made her choice.

She pushed it out of mind and brushed her hand against Stelle's temple, passing over it and lightly sliding down her face before grabbing onto a cheek and pinching it away. "Hey there sleepy head, you should probably wake up."

"B-huh?" Stelle mumbled and shifted over from her side, tilting her head up before opening her eyes, pupils growing wide as she began to realize where she was. "W-wait, that wasn't a dream?" Stelle shot up so fast that she would have slammed her forehead against Kafka's chin if the other woman hadn't been faster to lean away. "Oh, fuck. That was real?" Stelle turned back around, resting on her knees as she grabbed Kafka's cheek in kind and tugged it slightly, much to the other woman's dismay. "Holy shit, you're real? This isn't a dream?"

"Stelle, dear, you're the one that's supposed to get pinched to see if it's a dream, not me." Kafka grimaced and grabbed Stelle's hand by the wrist and pulled it away from her cheek gently. "Yes it was real, yes I am real. And no, this isn't a dream." She paused and took a breath, the grimace bleeding away into her usually unnatural smile. "Any other questions, my Star?"

Stelle blinked, a blush beginning to spread across her face between the realization of where she had just been, and the pet name. "Star…" She shook her head and frowned. "Wait, did I have a cute nickname for you?"

Kafka sighed and ruffled Stelle's hair softly. "No, not really. I was always the one giving you so many names, not the other way around." She tapped a finger against her chin, eyes tilted to the ceiling in mock thought. "Let's see, there was Star, My Destiny, Puppy-"

"No please, you don't need to keep going." Stelle stammered, eyes falling to the floor, the blush intensifying after the last one. Sure, plenty of other people had called her a 'puppy' or a raccoon, or a cat, or any other number of animals, but when Kafka said it, it had like a million billion other meanings and her head was on the verge of exploding trying to consider them all. "I… I get it. You had a lot of names for me."

Kafka let out a quiet chuckle. "Usually I can get away with just saying 'mine' - it normally gets the point across." Kafka smirked at Stelle, the color - short of the red burning across her cheeks like a wildfire - draining away from her face entirely. "By the way, I was told to let you know that you need to keep an eye on me."

Kafka coughed, dropping her sunglasses down over her eyes and putting on her best Welt impression. "Make sure she knows not to let you out of her sight while you're here on the train, when we're done traveling to Penacony, please make sure you leave because she'll have work to do." She pushed the brim of her glasses up, causing the light to flash across them.

Stelle grinned, the two chuckling to each other before Kafka put the glasses back into their place at the top of her head. "Well, I wasn't planning on letting you out of my sight, anyway."

Kafka tutted softly. "Well, when I said that you'd say that, they yelled at me." She paused for just a moment. "Anyway, our goals are aligned. I have no intention of leaving your sight anyway." Another pause as she recalled something. "Oh, well, maybe for a few seconds, if you don't mind, but not long enough to cause problems." She gave Stelle a wink. "So we can just keep that one between us."

Stelle shook her head and put on a mockingly stern expression, dropping her voice down an octave. "Absolutely not, I have orders not to let you out of my sight, criminal, and I have no intention of failing my superiors."

The two stared at each other for a moment, letting the silence sit as they kept each other's gaze before both burst out laughing, earning them both a stern 'SHHHH' from the conductor across the car. 

"You know, Stelle, perhaps we should consider heading back to your room to get away from the librarian over there." She grinned and leaned in. "Just so we can be a little more…" She lifted a finger up and trailed it across Stelle's cheek. "Loud." Stelle kept quiet for a moment as Kafka leaned in, pressing a kiss against her burning cheek. "I promise I won't leave your sight."

Stelle shook herself out of her trance, "Yeah, and how do I know that?" She puffed out her chest indignantly, a stark contrast to the bright red stretched across her face. "You're totally not trustworthy at all, villainess. You're so good at lying, I have no idea if you're telling the truth right now." 

"Oh shut up, you're insufferable." Kafka teased then put on another mocking tone. "Oh, how could I ever fool you, great Trailblazer. You've seen right through me." She pulled herself off the couch and turned back to face Stelle. "Untuck your legs, dear." Stelle complied, leaning back with her legs out, rather than resting on them. "So obedient…" Kafka whispered, just loud enough that Stelle definitely heard.

Oh that cute little blush wasn't going to be receding for a while. 

"O-okay, but why did you need me to si-"

Stelle bit her tongue so hard that she nearly drew blood as Kafka hooked one arm under Stelle's knees, and wrapped the other around her back, pulling her up off the couch into a princess carry. "Does that answer your question?"

Stelle buried her face into Kafka's chest and nodded, trying to hide her beet-red face, letting out a soft "mhm," squeezing her eyes shut to hold back the tears from biting her tongue so hard. "Yeah." 

"Poor puppy, so tired." Kafka muttered as she began to walk on towards the door out of the parlor car. Before it had always been Stelle who would do this kind of thing, and while it was always nice to be the one giving instead of receiving, deep down she hoped that it wasn't a permanent change to her personality. "Just so you know, it feels nicer to be in your position if you put your arms around my shoulders, right?"

Stelle opened her eyes and looked up towards Kafka, beginning to open her mouth before thinking better of it, simply wrapping her arms around Kafka's shoulders in silence. It was exceedingly likely that her question was 'How do you know that' but she had quickly realized that she was why Kafka knew that.

Kafka began to hum softly as she passed through the first car, moving quietly so as to not disturb the others as they passed their rooms, then passed into the second car, hooking a left into the first room. "We greatly appreciate a trailblazer choosing to ride with us today." Kafka shot Stelle a look before slowly letting her down onto the table. "I'm sure it wasn't nearly as smooth as the Astral Express."

There was a glint in her eyes as she looked at Stelle, placed onto the bed, yet still having her arms wrapped around the back of the woman's neck. "Alright, you can let go now." She leaned down and gave Stelle a kiss. It was quick, yet still far sweeter than any confectionary.

Stelle hesitated, but let her arms snake down off of Kafka's shoulder. "Right, I can't just trap you here all day long."

"Well you could…" Kafka straightened her back with Stelle's absence. "I wouldn't complain - in fact, it would be preferable." She turned to actually take stock of the woman's room. "But if you did you'd be just as trapped as I was." 

She stepped over to the desk against the wall, carefully avoiding stepping on piles of clothes - a surefire way to roll an ankle in heels. "Well, well, well…" She tsked as she reached the desk, running her gloved hand along the smooth faux-wood surface of the desk, brushing past piled notes, art, and sheet music before wrapping her hands around a very familiar object.

It was smooth and cylindrical, and resembled something very dangerous. Only resembling, of course, it itself was never meant to go off. "I can't believe you kept this." Kafka mused, flipping the grenade over her hand, running a finger along the cool surface, taking great care not to brush the fabric of her glove against the lipstick stain lest it rubs off. "You even kept the mark there."

Stelle began to stammer through several words attempting to come up with an excuse, but nothing actually came out worth even calling 'words' only cute, pathetic little noises before finally managing something intelligible. "I just thought it'd make a nice, uh…. Paperweight?"

Kafka looked away from the grenade to the spot it had been moments prior, completely devoid of any papers. In fact, it was basically the only place on the entire desk not covered in anything, considering how much was strewn across it. A small nearly perfect cylindrical spot in what amounted to a sea of parchment. "Of course, how did I not know?" 

She carefully placed the grenade back into its rightful spot as the paperless paperweight before turning her head across the pages laid about, trying to catch onto something else to look at, finally settling onto something in the mess. "Wait a second…" 

Kafka moved back over to the other side of the desk until her hand latched onto a paper barely poking out from under a pile of others. It had managed to catch her vision due to the fact that even in monochrome pencil, even though it was the only part of the paper she could see - she could recognize that eye. 

A featureless lightly colored blob in the middle of a slightly darker iris.

And she was absolutely correct, the same eye staring down at the page. It was a pretty decent recreation of her own face, staring blankly back at her. "Odd. Now that's something I don't remember you doing."

Stelle moved over behind Kafka and peeked over her shoulder, the never ending blush glowing in its intensity. She was really bad at judging how much she could blush because she was always, always wrong about it. "I, uhhh…" She paused, trying to come up with anything. "I started practicing because there's not much else for me to do while I'm stuck here." 

Kafka's head tilted slightly to bring the piano next to the desk into her gaze, but avoided bringing it up - it was entirely possible that she had been doing this in her free time before getting the piano, so it wasn't really worth - before making the portrait of herself the focus of her vision again. "When did you do this?"

Stelle scratched the top of her head for a moment trying to recall when. "I think it might have been a couple nights before you had us go to the Luofu." Stelle's eye drifted between the page and the woman herself. "I had been dreaming of you - your face, your voice - for days during our expedition on Jarillo VI." She paused. "A face I didn't remember. Words I'd never heard. I thought if I could put the face dominating my dreams to paper it would have left me alone."

Kafka chuckled and gingerly set the paper back down onto the desk. "Guess mission failed in that case."

"Yeah…" Stelle sighed as Kafka turned again. She knew exactly what Kafka was looking at now, and was not looking forward to having to explain it.

"Though, it's strange that it and myself aren't the only places you can find my face in this room." Kafka teased, running a finger along the wall over the desk, trailing underneath a line of wanted posters, starting from a blue haired man, then to March, and Dan Heng, then…."

"Y-yeah, I know, you really don't have to tease me about this one." Stelle whined.

"It's right next to yours…" Kafka whispered, kicking some clothes off into the pile in the center of the room. "You put it up like this before I even told you about us." 

"Yeah…" Stelle muttered under her breath, trying to focus on anything else but the embarrassment, but literally everything in this room was embarrassing in its own way. "Even before you had me come to protect you, I had put it up." She rubbed the back of her neck. It was so obvious how absolutely down horrendous she had been for the woman.

Like, fuck, even if Kafka had just walked in one day and was like 'yeah we don't actually have any history, you just have that itching feeling because I wiped your memory that one time' things probably still would have wound up the same. What with her desperately grinding against the woman's leg when she definitely should have been allowed to leave.

But Come on, now, how could she not have felt that way about her - she doubted she was exactly unique in the field of 'wanting a pretty woman' come on.

Kafka's head tilted back towards Stelle, eyes slightly unfocused. "Do you happen to have another copy of yours? I'd like to take it back with me so I can always keep a piece of you around." 

Stelle felt like she was on the verge of exploding and making her room somehow more of a mess. What? "Uh, I mean, maybe I could try to get something, I think. I'm friends with the guy who drew it, maybe he could copy it, or maybe it could get duplicated, or…" She trailed off, not entirely sure what to say.

"Thanks, I'll put it up with the rest."

"The rest?"

"Yes, the rest." Kafka turned her head again to continue exploring the room while Stelle sat there, exacerbated. 

"What do you mean 'the rest?' "

"Hmmm…" Kafka responded, ignoring the question entirely, moving over to the keyboard, deciding to move on. "I really really wish I had brought my violin with me." She sighed. "It would have been very nice to play a duet with you again." 

Stelle's brain buzzed with some kind of frustration. She really really wanted to know what Kafka meant by the rest. Like it obviously could have been just a few pictures of them before, though with the fact that she was avoiding the question instead of even a simple answer forced her brain to extrapolate. 

Was it a cork board covered in pictures of her? A shrine with candid photos taken like a stalker would have? Nuh uh. She needed an explanation out of this one. "I mean, you avoiding the question makes me a little worried - what did you mean?"

"I think we're fine, no need to get into that." Kafka tapped some keys on the keyboard as she moved past it, continuing to ignore Stelle's pressing, playing a light arpeggio before moving on.

Stelle was not looking to let this go, however. "No, I don't think we're fine." She grumbled under her breath, moving up to behind Kafka, causing the woman to spin on her heel and look up at Stelle with that same stupid smile on her face.

Okay. It wasn't stupid, she shouldn't have thought that. She really liked that smile, but she also really wanted an answer. Even if she answered with a lie, she wanted to make sure there weren't unfortunate pictures of her out there. 

'Are you thinking it's a small shrine next to a desk, or perhaps a big shrine, taking up a full closet? How many pictures are hung up that you'll never be aware of being taken.'

Yeah, that wasn't a pleasant thought at all.

Stelle grumbled a quiet "Stop talking" to herself as she pushed up against Kafka, pushing the woman's back into the wall, an obvious grin plastered across her face. She knew exactly what she was doing, and Stelle was playing the exact game she wanted her to. A trap hole forming underneath her.

Stelle didn't care. She pushed her arms out, pressing against the wall on either side of Kafka, trapping the woman against the wall so she couldn't escape She knew that Kafka was vague on purpose to make her anxious and to get her to do something like this, but she was in far too deep to back out of the situation now. "Don't play with me, Kafka, I absolutely have the ri-"

Stelle felt her heart stop and brain go numb, both completely silent as Kafka wrapped one hand around Stelle's side, and the other around her head, spinning their positions so that Stelle was pressed against the wall, and Kafka was the one trapping her, the hand that had been at the back of her head leaning against the wall, the other staying in place.

Which was a good thing.

That hand wrapped around her waist was literally the only thing keeping her from falling to the floor like a sack of bricks.

"What was that, my precious guiding light?" Kafka whispered, leaning her head so close that her breath beat against Stelle's ear. "You wanted to know something?"

Stelle couldn't even breathe through her stupidly drooped slack jaw, let alone give any sort of answer to that question, only staring at Kafka as her knees buckled and she slid down the wall slightly, still only kept upright by the grace of the other woman keeping her upright. "I…" There was no way she could finish that sentence. 

Hell, there was no way she was going to be able to finish any sentence.

Probably ever again.

"Look, dear, you're not the only one here that's allowed to have however many pictures and keepsakes and whatever else strewn about her room." Kafka whispered. It almost sounded like a threat. "I have been waiting years for this moment." The hand on Stelle's waist tightened as emphasis. "Keeping memories was only natural."

"I…" Stelle still couldn't manage anything past that, and instead simply nodded.

"Do not ever think that I am above you, or 'out of your league' or…" Kafka leaned even closer, her leg pressing against the inside of Stelle's eliciting a breathless gasp as the two places met once again. "Or that I'm not as desperate for this - for you - as you are for me." Her hand trailed back down from the wall, caressing Stelle's cheek, then down to her chin before lifting it up ever so slightly so that the two's eyes locked. 

"You know, I was going to take a look around at everything before throwing you onto the bed…" She shifted her knee up, digging it further into Stelle's folds, a groan rolling from her lips. "But maybe I'll just take what I want right here."

Stelle's mind was already numb, but at this point it just turned off entirely. She wasn't even registering the words as Kafka continued to speak, lowering her head against Stelle's neck, pressing a kiss against the bare skin, then to her shoulder, then further, the hand against the wall falling as to pull the sleeve of Stelle's coat aside… "P…"

"Puh?" Kafka's voice registered to Stelle, taking her out of her shell shocked state as she teased, her hand stopping itself from trailing further. "Puh what? Please use your words, my love."

Not even the help of Kafka's arm could keep Stelle from simply plummeting to the floor at that point, crumpling into a ball on top of the pile of dirty laundry and empty bottles and crushed energy drinks as she simply began melting into a puddle like it was some sort of old cartoon.

"Honestly, a bit of a pathetic display." Kafka teased. "More than I expected, at least." She lowered herself so that Stelle could reach up and grab her hand. "Come on, there's some other things I need to do before I have my way with you anyway." 

"I. Ri. Right. Yeah. Uh huh. Definitely." Stelle mumbled through her words as she feebly raised her arm up for Kafka to grab, easily hoisting her up like she transformed from a sack of bricks to one of feathers. That was the second time today. "I. You. Sorry. Fuck."

"You have such a way with words." Kafka smiled, choosing to not take the easy 'that's the plan' route after Stelle's ramble. "It's honestly a wonder you weren't managing to lay with any and every woman you had met up to this point." Well, she wasn't entirely sure that Stelle wasn't doing that, but it wasn't something she wanted to entertain, or ruin the moment with. 

She shook it out of her head and held Stelle by the arm and led her over to the bed so she could sit down. "Just know that I want every bit of this as much as you do, alright?" Kafka paused as she returned to the keyboard, kicking misplaced… everything out of the way as she dragged the bench back to underneath the vent she had crawled in through. "If I was on top of you all those hours ago, I probably would have done the same thing." 

She stepped up onto the bench and pressed her hand against the vent, popping it slightly so that the latch came undone and it could swing down. "And don't you worry, my Star, I'm not going anywhere, Wolfie should have sent my package by now, is all."

"Your… package?" Stelle managed, her brain still struggling to rewire itself back to a functional state after the switch up.

"Yeah, just some old things of yours." Kafka responded simply as she grabbed onto the inside of the vent and turned to face Stelle. "Alright, you stay there. I'll make sure you can at least still see my legs so you don't have to report that you let me out of your sight for even a moment." 

She turned back to the vent and pulled herself up around halfway. It certainly looked comical, though Stelle was absolutely not going to be the one who sat and laughed at her. And it wasn't like she was going to complain about the fact that she got to look up at Kafka's ass as she dug around in the vent for whatever this package had been.

It was a view she quite enjoyed.

And even if it wasn't, it wasn't long until Kafka dropped back down, a loud scraping sound reverberating around in the space of the vent as she finished pulling a box down with her. "Right." She mumbled, carefully adjusting herself on the bench as she steadied the large box in her hand. "So this is mostly a bunch of your stuff…" She said, dropping the box onto a semi-clean spot on the floor.

She pulled open the folds and inside was just. A lot of clothing. And none of it looked like the sloppy quick to put on, quick to take off clothes she normally wore. Just way too much clothing really. "Well, guess I won't need to do laundry for a bit, then." Stelle joked, pulling some of the clothes out of the box to inspect them. They weren't exactly her style compared to what she wore now… Perhaps she was more stylish in her 'previous life' as it were. "Thanks for the fill up."

Kafka scoffed. "Actually, I've already decided that before I leave I'm making you deal with that." Stelle frowned at that, but Kafka kept going. "I'll even help you, it'll be fine, but this room is a disaster. I'd like to not worry about ruining my ankle every time I try to come over and see you.

"I uh…" Stelle felt like she had just slammed against a wall and began to stumble down a flight of stairs. "I guess you're right." Fuck, now she wanted to do the laundry now. The vice grip this woman had on her probably would have been upsetting if not for the vice grip itself. "O-okay, of course." She looked back down at the box. "But is it just clothes in here?" Stelle brute forced a change of topic as she pulled out a white dress. It looked… Definitely very fitting.

In fact, every piece she pulled out looked fitting. Oh. That was a problem.

"No, and obviously these aren't all of your clothes, either." Kafka pulled out an armful of the stuff and walked over to the desk, unceremoniously plopping them on top, though she was careful to avoid knocking over the grenade. "It's just the ones I liked seeing you wear the most."

"Right." Stelle mumbled, eyes drifting back down into the box. Perhaps she would actually go and start wearing some of them if that was the case. "Wait…" Her eyes caught onto something, what looked like a wrapped present underneath a handful of pictures. "What's with the box inside of the box?" 

Kafka turned around and locked eyes with Stelle for a moment for letting them drop to the floor, her smile faltering slightly. "It was a gift for you. A special occasion was coming up, and there was something we had talked about on one of our little heists." She returned and began to pull out some picture frames - most were small desk frames of the two, but there were a couple with Blade, and a tall figure akin to the art she caught Welt drawing. "I even actually paid for it instead of stealing it, so you know it was important to me." 

Stelle laughed at that and pulled the box out, eyes transfixed on it as Kafka finished carrying things over to Stelle's desk, making it even more of a cluttered mess than before. They could deal with it later, of course, but right now there were just more important things for the two to deal with.

Kafka turned around to return, a small anxious look flashing in her eyes as Stelle held the box in her hands. "Be very careful, dear. It's not fragile, but I've made sure there's not been a scuff on it since I got it - don't ruin my streak now." Kafka warned, grabbing the box and pushing it away to the foot of the bed. There was still one more thing in the bottom of it she had hidden under the gift, and hopefully Stelle hadn't seen that. "Go ahead and open it."

Stelle looked up at Kafka, then back down to the wrapped box in her hand. It was reasonably large, but it wasn't heavy at all. She had initially thought it would be heavy, but it was… Well, the only heft she could really feel was with the box itself. "Alright, do you have a knife, though?"

"Of course, my Star." Kafka reached into a coat pocket and slid a knife out, dropping it onto the wrapping paper. She generally tried to be good at anything she did - especially if it was for her Stelle - but she had sort of just winged it on wrapping presents up until specifically this box where she had spent weeks learning exactly the proper process of wrapping it.

And then Stelle up and died.

It was kind of rude, to be honest.

Even if it wasn't exactly her fault, going by what Elio said.

First Stelle slipped a finger into the loop of the ribbon and pulled it, leaving just the pure wrapping paper left behind over the box before slipping the knife through the paper and tearing open a gash large enough to hook her hand in, tearing the rest of the way. "It's… definitely a box." Stelle frowned slightly as she finished pulling all of the wrapper off. It was a blank box inside.

"Stelle. You have to open it." 

"I know, I know." She stuck her tongue out at Kafka and cut away the tape holding the box closed, pulling the slips apart revealing… Another box. "Really?" Okay, well to be fair, this wasn't another blank box, instead this was obviously a case for something. It was a nice matte black with a premium shell. It certainly felt sturdy in her hands.

"You really haven't changed a thing." Kafka groaned, rotating the box in Stelle's hand so that a golden latch on the end entered into Stelle's view. 

" Ohhhhhhh. " Stelle let out in mock surprise. She was teasing Kafka in a slight bit of revenge for earlier. She unhooked the latch and opened the box, and inside was… It was… 

"During one of our heists,not one of the ones we had to do, mind, but one of the ones we had wanted to do-" Stelle chose not to consider the meaning behind that "-you had found a boutique near the place we robbed, and it seemed like you were… Interested in the things they were selling." Kafka leaned over towards Stelle, running a finger along the circumference of her neck. "I had gotten your measurements while you slept, and would have you try on different materials without you knowing the purpose so I could get the best match for you." 

Stelle reached into the box and gingerly ran her fingers along the top of the object before pulling it out, a soft 'jingle' accompanying its removal from the case. "I…" 

It was a collar.

Stelle ran her fingers along the inside of the straps, her eyes surveying the long loop. Well, if nothing else, she was right about it being a very soft material on the inside. Certainly a comfortable one. Probably preferable for wearing it for long periods of time.

"It's a special kind of leather on the outside," Kafka started, pulling the box off of Stelle's lap to take it over to the desk, "From a creature that no longer exists on a planet that died in a nuclear war around six years ago." Kafka turned and returned to Stelle. "While the inside is lined with fur from 'the softest animal known to mankind' on some backwater planet at the edge of some galaxy." 

Stelle hefted it in her hands to test the weight. It seemed… Almost as light as a feather.

"Dug into the leather is an alloy strip that runs a specific electromagnetic current. It can be both infinitely light, or…" Stelle felt her arms drop from the sudden weight that had filled her hands in just a moment. "As heavy as a pile of rocks tied around your neck."

"Can it also shock me?" The question came out before Stelle could even think of stopping herself, her eyes looking back up at Kafka as the weight flipped back to barely noticeable. 

"Do you want it to?"

"I, uh…" Stelle looked down at the collar in her hands. It was a perfect circle - certainly too small to get around her head. "Maybe later."

Kafka laughed. Even if it couldn't, there was still a metallic alloy in it. She could force a shock if she wanted to. "Of course, now." She brushed her ungloved hand against Stelle's and pressed the pad of her thumb against a small metal square that seemed to be perfectly melded onto the back of the loop until it clicked and unraveled itself into one long strip.

"Only the two of us can get it open and closed." She paused for a second, running her hand across the collar before pulling away, standing up straight again. "A part of me considered making it so only I could open it, but I wanted to make sure in case you were ever alone…" 

Stelle gulped at the implication and tilted the strap over in her hand, a small metal loop dangling from the perfect center, one small heart-shaped tag gently clinking against the band holding it as she shifted it around in her grip, the only sound in the otherwise dead silent room.

In the middle was one word.

Stelle.

She stared at it as she held it in her hand, tilting it from side to side as her eyes drifted across the object, taking in every single inch. It was perfect. Absolutely expertly crafted, and well taken care of to last as long as it did without any sort of peeling, or scuffs, or even dust.

But it was still a collar. What the hell kind of world had the two visited that had the equivalent of a professional suit tailor but specifically for collars for people ?

And could she ever return there?

Stelle shook the thought out of her head and looked up at Kafka, her blush had receded while the two were talking about her clothes, but it was absolutely back in full force after holding this in her hands. How could it not have? "T-thanks." Stelle mumbled under her breath, her eyes unable to detach her gaze from the object in her hands.

"You're supposed to look at me when you say that." Kafka whispered, pressing her gloved finger against the underside of Stelle's chin, lifting her eyes up so that they met again. She could practically hear Stelle's heart drop to her stomach. 

"T…" Stelle stammered, her eyes drifting from spot to spot, refusing to actually look at the woman her brain wanted them to look at.

Kafka sighed and snapped her other hand, bringing Stelle's focus directly to her. "Come on, say it. Or…" She paused for a moment, leaning in so that the space between their faces diminished. "Have you forgotten how to speak, now?"

"Thank. You." Stelle managed to get out after some forcing. "I… Appreciate it." 

"I'm glad…" Kafka cooed, leaning in more, pressing her lips against Stelle as her hand dropped from Stelle's chin and trailing down to her hands, gently grabbing the collar out of Stelle's hands out of Stelle's grip as she pulled back from the kiss. "Now, how about you give me a gift and…" She kept her eyes locked into Stelle's own as her free hand swept Stelle's hair back and away from her neck. "Let me see you wear it."

"I'm glad…" Kafka whispered as she leaned down towards Stelle, her hand dropping from the other woman's chin and trailing down to her hands, gently grabbing the collar and pulling out of Stelle's grip. "Now how about you give me a gift, and…" She kept her eyes in Stelle's own as her free hand swept Stelle's hair back and away from her neck. "Let me see you wear it." 

Stelle's heart and mind wavered as she felt the soft fur press up against her neck, feeling it loop around until a soft 'click' tore her from her trance. "It's… Very snug." Stelle managed.

"It's meant to be just tight enough that you can never really forget that it's there." Kafka leaned back to observe her handiwork. "But, loose enough that it doesn't restrict breathing…" She flashed a wicked smile as she drank in the sight. Stelle sat there, eyes wide, mouth hanging open slightly, a collar pulled tightly against her throat. "Until, of course…"

A shimmering Magenta light looped itself around the rings on her finger stretching out and melding into one thread as it grew, looping itself again into the metal hoop at the front of the collar. "Someone makes it restrict your breathing." She pulled her hand back in a rough, quick movement, forcing Stelle to fall off the bed in a daze, landing on her knees below Kafka.

Oh.

Oh.

That was a gorgeous sight.

Absolutely picture perfect.

She momentarily considered getting March 7th to come in and take a picture for her, but her own memory would have to be good enough. She leaned down to her puppy - oh so well behaved - as she stayed completely still on her knees, head tilting back up towards Kafka. "Don't worry, my little Star, I promise to take you slowly. After all…" The band of energy began to dissipate in the air, leaving Stelle free to move as she pleased - but of course, not a muscle moved - while Kafka sat down on Stelle's bench. 

"It's been a long, long time since I've gotten to have my fill of you, little Star" Kafka unlatched the strips that kept her boots in place, eyes staying steady on Stelle. "And really, I just want to… Savor it."

Stelle gulped.

What the hell did she just sign up for?

'Exactly what you fucking wanted, don't act like it's not.' 

'Hey, look, I just wasn't expecting it to go like this immediately.'

'Why didn't you? You probably should have; her entire public personality makes this exactly what you'd expect.'

'Sure, but when has she ever displayed her public personality to me specifically?'

Kafka cleared her throat to draw Stelle's attention back to her, one of her legs extended out past Stelle's head, and without thinking for a moment Stelle grabbed it, unzipping the boot and sliding it off before the other one came up.

Fuck, why was that one so much more complicated?

Stelle silently and quickly unzipped the second boot - just as ready to get started as Kafka seemed to be - before pulling it off too, then moved onto the small garter that kept the leg guard up right, leaving it free to come off just as well.

Stelle as fast as she could manage while still being as deliberate as she could while pulling the tight leather off, leaving only the pantyhose behind. She stared at the leg, still hefted up in her hand for a few moments for a few short moments before leaning in, pressing a kiss against Kafka's ankle. 

"Ohhh…" She whispered softly between breaths, each one catching at the back of her throat as she watched Stelle. "What a good puppy." She wasn't entirely used to such… Subservience.

Stelle kept her eyes up towards Kafka as she ducked under her leg and shifted herself to be on the inside of them, pressing another kiss onto the other ankle before trailing up her leg. Stelle stopped short of the hemline of Kafka's shorts, unsure whether or not to continue with what she was doing or to stop.

And between the two options, in this scenario, stopping was definitely safer.

Kafka looked down at Stelle, on her knees and between her legs, eyes big and staring up at her while she held Kafka's leg up. She was practically begging her. "Mmmmm…" Kafka hummed, running her hand through Stelle's hair. "I really missed views like this, you know?" She used her other hand to push Stelle's down off of her leg so that she could stand up from her spot. 

"I'm… sure." Stelle whispered as she watched Kafka pull her coat off, and drop it off at the coat hook by the door. 

"I hope you don't mind me taking this…" She paused for a moment, looking back at Stelle. "I'm sure your coat will be fine wherever we put it." She turned back around and moved back to Stelle, each step increasingly deliberate. "You can stand back up." 

"Why would I do that?" Stelle mumbled, eyes still hooked on Kafka, though now they were… Hungry.

"Oh for…" Kafka sighed and walked to the top of the bed, tossing a pillow down to the floor next to Stelle. "Well I don't want you to start chafing…" She mumbled, and Stelle obliged as Kafka brought herself back to Stelle. "Though, if you're that willing to stay down there, then…" She trailed off.

But she didn't need to actually keep going, Stelle had almost immediately reached her hands up, eagerly sliding the cloth out of the waistband before fumbling with the shorts themselves long enough for them to finally begin to slide down Kafka's legs, leaving just the pantyhose behind - for real this time. 

Kafka stood there in total silence, watching on as Stelle began to leave kisses along the length of her leg and up her thigh, each one traveling further and further until she pressed her lips against where they met, a shiver running down Kafka's spine.

Kafka sucked in a breath as Stelle left a long, forceful kiss against the fabric pulled over her mound, her hands gently pressing against Kafka's thighs to bring her down onto the bed, then shifting to push her legs apart so that Stelle could continue to nuzzle against her quim, taking in her scent, and feeling the beading moisture that had been growing since when Stelle had thrown her down onto the bed.

"You're so eager." Kafka whispered, running a hand through Stelle's hair, stroking her scalp gently, though with enough pressure as to keep her locked into her place between Kafka's thighs. "Don't let me stop you, then." She practically hissed, giving Stelle near-explicit permission to slide her hands up to the seam of the panty hose and rip a hole into it, freeing her cunt, slick moisture trickling down the bed and onto the floor.

"I assume you were hoping for this?" Stelle grinned up at Kafka, noting a very specific lack of an article of clothing, but the smug look on her face was quickly shifted to one of service as Kafka tightened her grip on the back of Stelle's head, pulling her all the way in, where she immediately began dutifully eating the woman out.

"It was more of an expectation." Kafka tsked between soft moans. It was like Stelle never left, her tongue quickly finding every single spot that made her spine arch and the hair on her arms prickle. "It was never hard to get you to do what I want."

Stelle mumbled something back, but whatever she had said was muffled by the pussy her face was smashed into, only making Kafka straighten up even more, her grip tightening on the back of Stelle's head.

"Oh, you're still so good at this, my Star." Kafka bucked her hips as best as she could in her position, finally releasing Stelle's head, only for the magenta string to loop around her rings and the loop in the collar, the two electrified energy meeting in the middle as she pressed that hand into the bed, keeping her upright and Stelle pulled into her. 

It kept the two in place where she wanted them to be, and she now had a free hand again in order to begin unbuttoning her shirt, letting it dangle back behind her at her slight angle. "So, so good at this…" 

Stelle mumbled again, still trapped against Kafka's cunt, this time by the string wrapped around her collar, rather than a hand against the back of her head. She was barely even capable of breathing, her brain starting to feel light headed as she was smushed into place.

Even if Kafka seemed to normally enjoy their banter, right now she just wanted to release what had been building up for so so long, and the tightening spreading out through her body from her core was telling her she, thankfully, wouldn't have to wait too long. 

It was a relief, really. A part of her had worried for some time that Stelle would have forgotten not just specifically how to pleasure Kafka, but even just the basics. But, thankfully, either her prior burst of forgotten memory included very intimate details, or perhaps it was purely instinctual. 

She didn't even care to find out.

If it had been the former, knowing that might have sucked the enjoyment she was having out of things, rather, she would choose to believe that it was simply all instinctual, everything about this moment certainly felt that way. The two had entwined their bodies and minds so often and for so long that it was simply baked into Stelle's body to do absolutely everything oh so perfectly. 

Yeah. That was the more attractive option.

More romantic, at least.

Her legs tightened as her mind was pulled back into focus as Stelle's tongue slipped out of her folds, pushing against her clit and flicking it a few times before falling back inside of Kafka, her hand reaching up to run the pad of her thumb against it as her tongue returned to push as far as it could inside of Kafka's walls.

Kafka shuttered. It was almost like the woman below her had a totally prehensile tongue the way she was able to brush against and run through her insides, pushing against every single spot which made her straighten up in pleasure, leaving her shivering and moaning. 

A far more disheveled mess than she was used to being in the last however many years.

She lifted her free hand and clumsily reached around her back, body still shuttering with shocks of pleasure so as to unclasp the hooks keeping her bra in place, letting the strapless bra fall down to her lap before hurriedly tossing it off to some corner of the room. Where her clothes ended up didn't really matter - not right now, anyway, her opinions would probably differ at some time later - what actually did matter was that they were in the way, and she was going to get them out of the way.

She took a deep, shaky breath, her chest heaving as she ran her hand across her collarbone and down to her breast, giving herself a squeeze as Stelle pushed herself further, the shimmering string shrinking to keep her locked into place. "It's like you never left, my Star." Kafka breathed out, more than ready to let the pink energy go slack so the woman could respond, but she didn't, continuing to push Kafka further and further to the edge. "You want this as much as I do, don't you?"

This time there was a response, as Stelle nodded against Stelle's pussy, causing another shocking shiver to spread throughout her body, her eyes locking on the fluffy gray mop of hair between her legs, so absolutely dutifully occupied with making her feel the best that she could… With making sure she was given exactly what it was her body and mind and heart craved. It made every second of pleasure all the sweeter, and the build up inside of her all the more… Potent.

The muscles in her legs tightened, muscles straining as she desperately tried to hold herself back through her sheer force of will. It was working, mostly, but she already knew that it wouldn't be something she could hold onto forever.

The string went slack for a moment before tightening again, her hand drifting back down to Stelle's head, running her bare fingers through the silky smooth gray hairs as her legs hooked around Stelle's back. She was using every part of her that she could to keep Stelle stuck totally inside of her, pulling her closer and closer and closer into her needy cunt.

She hissed Stelle's name, groaning low, but loud into the messy room as she tightened her grip on Stelle, the tightness in her gut shifting down and down until it spilled out onto the girl below her.

She stayed in place, riding it out as Stelle continued what she was doing, making sure the pleasure lasted as long as it could. It was a few moments longer before her grips began to loosen, her legs shifting back to being planted onto the floor, the string snapping and dissolving into nothing, small sparks flitting in the air for a few moments the only evidence of it ever existing, though even after being freed, Stelle stayed another few moments longer before finally breaking away.

Stelle looked up at Kafka and shot her her best smile, the woman above her still coming down from the shocking high of orgasm, breaths steadily falling down to a much more stable and normal level. "Hope I didn't disappoint you." Stelle teased as she rose to her feet, pushing herself into Kafka, pressing her back against the bed as she pulled her into a sloppy kiss before she could respond, her tongue slipping past Kafka's lips.

Kafka groaned into Stelle, her hands sliding around her back and untucking the shirt from her skirt. Despite the situation it wouldn't be that hard to remove the skirt, though the buckles took a little fiddling with as Stelle continued to push into her, their tongues entwining and flicking across each other until Stelle's skirt finally fell to the floor.

She pulled off of the other woman, her smile even and steady. "My turn, then?" She whispered, shuffling her panties off before climbing up onto the bed and onto Kafka's lap, shrugging her coat off her shoulders, letting it also fall limply onto the floor.

"Something like that." Kafka grinned up at Stelle, sliding a finger underneath the gloves on both of Stelle's hands, slipping them off. "Though, I'll have to get up in order to do that, don't you think?

Stelle's head drifted over to face the box, some shiny metal glinting in the glow of the overhead light. She knew that something was left in there, but she couldn't quite make it out from her position. She looked back down to Kafka. "Orrrr, I could just…" Stelle kept Kafka pushed down onto the bed and shimmied herself up, moaning softly as her pussy ran itself across Kafka's stomach, a slick trail following behind. Oh she wanted Kafka bad.  

She scooched herself past Kafka's breasts, but the woman below her lifted her hand, pressing it against her stomach to stop her from moving. It was… A little annoying, since Stelle was desperate for this herself, but she'd hear Kafka out. At least for a few moments before she finished her ascent.

"Could you let me get the rest of the way onto the bed, at least?" Kafka wiggled her legs behind Stelle for emphasis, still dangling off the side. "It'll probably be a bit more comfortable for the both of us.

Stelle groaned and rolled her eyes in mock annoyance. "I guess…" She pouted playfully. She knew Kafka was right, though she was feeling very impatient. Every single part of her body was screaming at her to just start grinding herself into Kafka's face until she had been fully satisfied.

Stelle adjusted herself to face the headboard, as Kafka pulled herself onto the bed, sliding herself underneath the other woman's legs, tapping her fingers against Stelle's thighs. "Alright, my love, I'm ready now." 

Stelle felt a sea of butterflies get released into her stomach, kicking up a whirlpool of emotion that threatened to drown her in its depths. She was never going to be able to get used to getting called that, was she? 

She shook her head and braced herself before slowly lowering herself down onto Kafka's face, her hands reaching up and grabbing the headboard as she went, Kafka eagerly squeezing her hands into Stelle's ass to bring it down faster, her tongue already lolled out so that she could immediately begin to infiltrate Stelle's folds the second her lips pressed against Stelle's lower ones.

Stelle groaned and shifted herself, grinding her hips into Kafka's face gently at first as the woman teased her with her tongue. The effect that the other woman was having on her was almost immediate, her cheeks burning hot as her back arched, eyes squeezing tight. She couldn't help herself but rock her hips back and forth, the cold rings on Kafka's fingers the only spot of coolness against the burning wildfire spreading under her skin.

She groaned, her knuckles turning white as they gripped the headboard so hard that it felt like she was going to rip the wood at the top right off of the bed. She rolled her hips again, grinding her pussing into Kafka's face, only causing her grip to tighten harder. Really she was only making things more difficult for herself, though it wasn't like she cared simply considering how good it felt.

Kafka was an absolute expert at what she was doing, every moment making Stelle's head pound and heart melt. Was this how she was with everyone? Or had the two just spent so long together that she knew exactly every single spot to hit.

Stelle's back arched to an obscene angle as she grinded herself back, Kafka's tongue running itself against her pleasure buzzer then back inside of her again. She needed this so fucking bad. Her entire body trembled with need, burning past a point where she briefly remembered when the Stellaron was threatening to blow, a light warm yellow glow visible through her shirt.

Wait a second.

That wasn't normal, was it?

She groaned and her brain dropped the subject as Kafka pressed her tongue against a particularly pleasurable spot inside of her. She didn't care. It was hard to care when Kafka was doing what she was doing.

She threw her head back and continued to grind against Kafka, the muscles in her legs flexing as she tightened around Kafka's tongue. "Ka… Kafka…" She groaned, biting into her lip as her heart pounded in her chest. She was so close. So ridiculously close. She could feel it throughout her entirety, from her core and into her chest and then to the rest of her body from there. Even her brain ached at the feeling. "Please…" 

Kafka's fingers slid down Stelle's thigh, gently squeezing them as she slowed her pace down slightly, letting the woman above her relax in her hands. Stelle was absolute putty for Kafka to play with. She always had been. Her tongue left the inside of Stelle's muff long enough for her to let out her first heavy breath in almost two minutes of dedicated service, blowing hot air all over the other woman's pussy, causing another shutter. "Are you alright up there, Star?"

Stelle whined and bucked her hips at the sudden absence, answering her by pushing herself back onto Kafka's mouth, smearing slick girlcum across her face, the other woman taking it and stride and getting back to what she was doing.

Back to what Stelle wanted her to do.

She wrapped her arms up and around Stelle's thighs, holding them in place as she pushed her head up further into her quim, keeping a grip on the woman, resigning herself to nothing more than short bursts of air for the time being as Stelle got her fill. 

"Fuck…" Stelle mumbled, finally letting go of the headboard, slumping her body backwards so that she could properly watch Kafka below her, a hand instinctively wrapping itself in that gorgeous wine red hair. "You're so pretty…" She muttered under her breath. Even when all she could see was the top half of the woman's face, it still made her blush, and considering the soft heat radiating from her cheeks, it was clear that the comment made Kafka do the same.

Stelle ran her free hand across her forehead, wiping away the sweat that had drenched it, though it was a futile gesture with how fast it began to pour down again. In fact, her entire body was sweating to an absurd degree, patches of her white shirt so soaked through that she could see through it as it clung against her skin. 

Her entire body temperature was rising to an unfortunately high degree. "It's so…" She breathed out, legs tightening around Kafka's head again

She pushed the rising heat out of her mind and bucked her hips forward as best as she could, her grinding becoming much more erratic in contrast to her very deliberate movements inside of Stelle. And it only made it all the more obvious that she was either too skilled, or too used to this; every sudden and rapid movement was immediately accounted for. 

Perhaps this was scripted.

Her back jolted from a shock of pleasure, pushing that thought so far out of her mind. Not just that thought, but any thought as her brain felt like it was turning into a melty puddle sloshing inside of her skull. 

Stelle groaned again, desperate for the final rush to hit her. "Please…" She managed between heavy moans, drooping forward, her head pressing against the headboard. Every muscle in her abdomen was tightening and screaming. She was so desperate. "Kafka, Please…" She closed her eyes as the woman redoubled her efforts, snaking one of her hands down to her cunt, running the fingers through Stelle's semi-kept bush, and pressing the thumb against the hood of her clit, pushing it in gyrating as her tongue continued to work its way through Stelle's insides.

"F-" Stelle gasped as Kafka hit another particularly good spot, her entire body shuttering so hard it made the bed under her shift and shake. "Kaf-" Her words were caught in another moan, rattling from her vocal chords and shaking out into the open air limply, her heart feeling close to exploding.

She couldn't speak. Nothing could come out beyond heaving, rattling moans as Kafka continued her work unabated, taking every shutter and stop and heavy breathy moan as further encouragement. She would stay there, dutifully pressed into Stelle's pussy until she was done. A shivering, moaning, sweating mess of a creature.

Kafka slowed her pace harshly, pulling Stelle back down from her highest of highs, but continued to push until Stelle bucked again, this time so forcefully that she heard Kafka grunt underneath her from the pressure, smashing her cunt as hard as she could into the other woman's face, a loud cry carrying through the entire train car as the dam broke.

It was almost theatrical how much she slumped backwards again. Chest heaving in the air with empty, desperate breaths, legs and vocal chords numb, too out of it to even groan through it as Kafka continues, slowing down with each passing moment until she finally stopped.

Kafka's hand slid off of Stelle's pussy, snaking back to her thigh and hooking underneath it, the other mirroring its position on the other side, lifting Stelle up slightly. Just enough to free herself from under the other woman before releasing her, letting her slump back down.

Stelle didn't even move an inch, even after Kafka adjusted herself and sat back up, pressing her chest into the back of Stelle, arms wrapping around her shoulders, face nuzzling gently against her neck. "Are you alright, my Star?" She whispered, her left hand coming to Stelle's face, running the gloved digits across her chin and under her lip, tugging a streak of drool off her cheek. "Are you still here, with me?"

Stelle blinked into the ceiling, leaning back into Kafka, tilting her body on the way so that her head would rest against Kafka's shoulder. "I…" She finally mumbled, not even able to continue a thought past the one syllable.

"It's alright, my Star." Kafka's hands shifted to under Stelle's arms and she lifted her slightly, dragging her as she rotated her body, her own back pressed against the headboard, with Stelle sitting in front of her, the two readjusting to their previous positions quickly. "Was that the first time you've done something like this since waking up?" Kafka tsked against her, a gentle nod her only response.

Kafka cooed and smiled to herself. "What a good girl." She practically purred. She wasn't exactly expecting that answer. "Such a loyal puppy." Her gloved hand stroked Stelle's cheek, the rings stinging against the burning flesh every time they had met. "And what about this?" Kafka whispered, her other hand reaching down and pressing into the center of Stelle's chest.

It was obvious what she was asking about.

"It burned…" Stelle mumbled, finally managed to get a full sentence out, despite it being no more that two words.

"You know, I never expected that I'd get to have sex with a Stellaron…" Kafka teased, running the hand at Stelle's chest down to the hem of her shirt. "Can you be a dear and lift yourself off of me for a moment, my Star?" She whispered and was immediately obeyed, the gray haired woman peeling herself away, raising her arms up as Kafka pulled the shirt off of her, the slick wet patches attempting to keep fabric stuck to flesh, but so easily peeling away. "You can lean back again."

Stelle fell back onto Kafka in an instant, not even taking a moment to hesitate. She could feel the woman's heartbeat through her back. It was slow and methodical, much like the woman herself, not letting what they had been doing affect her at all. 

"You're so warm…" Kafka whispered to Stelle, running her hands back down across Stelle's body after tossing the shirt off to the side. Her bare hand stopped at Stelle's abs, pressing against the tight skin. "You're so…" She stopped herself, letting the words hang in the air, left to Stelle's interpretation as the gloved hand slid further, reaching between her thighs, a finger sliding up the girlcum-slick slit.

"Kafka-" Stelle managed to breathe out before Kafka slid a finger inside of her, her right arm wrapping itself around Stelle's waist, pulling her back further into her.

"You're so beautiful, you know?" Kafka whispered into Stelle's ear before sliding a second finger into her, crooking the two intrusions against Stelle's internal wall. "So beautiful, and always so willing to do exactly as I ask you to." She smiled and ran her tongue along Stelle's ear, causing her to groan, her thighs squeezing together, trapping Kafka's hand inside of her. "It's such a relief to know that even apart, you knew exactly who you belonged to."

Stelle huffed, her chest starting to heave again. There was no way she was going to last any length of time. "You held yourself…" Kafka cooed. "Just for me…" She slid a third finger inside of Stelle, stretching her apart as she pulled the fingers away from each other inside of Stelle before crooking them back together. "You always knew, didn't you? From the moment you work up." Kafka's breath beat hot against Stelle. "Even if you forgot everything else…" 

Stelle groaned and shivered, her brain unable to keep up as Kafka continued. "You belong to me. Only me." This time Kafka's words came out as a hiss, a hypnotic trans, not unlike the time she had used her spirit whisper on her on the Luofu. Each syllable seared into her brain, a cattle's brand marking her mind as Kafka's and Kafka's alone. "All mine…" She whispered, lighting Stelle's brain ablaze as she continued with her fingers, crooking them and sliding them inside of Stelle, every motion deliberate as her internal muscles tightened and clamped down on the trio of intruders.

"All…" Kafka whispered, sliding the hand around Stelle's waist up, tilting her head and hair out of the way as Kafka's face slid down Stelle's neck, leaving marks of smeared lipstick the whole way down. "Mine." SHe finished, pushing her mouth against a bare spot of shoulder next to the neck, sinking her teeth down into the flesh, causing the other woman to jump and shutter, her cunt tightening around her fingers so hard that she struggled to continue moving them.

"Kafka…" Stelle groaned, putting one of her hands against her chest, pushing against the rib to help herself breathe. "Kafka…" She repeated, sweat pooling across her entirety again.

"What is it, my star?" Kafka tilted her head back against Stelle's neck, her fingers slowing their ministrations inside of her as her lips latched into another spot, just above where the collar wrapped around it rested, hooking into the flesh with her teeth again.

"I'm going to explode." Stelle groaned loudly, her breaths shallow, desperate, and needy.

"That's the point, isn't it?" Kafka teased, her head moving back down, sliding across the strap of Stelle's bra to bite into another point.

"I didn't mean it like that…" Stelle croaked, grabbing onto Kafka's arm with her free hand. Her entire body was shaking. "You know what I-" She was silenced by the hand that had tilted her head way sliding to her lips, a few fingers slipping between them, the pointer pressing her tongue down to the bottom of her mouth.

"I would never hurt you, my dear Star." Kafka whispered quietly, half as much reassuring herself as she was Stelle. She was certain it was a lie, though in this moment she absolutely meant it. If she hurt Stelle, it wouldn't be in this way. "I love you." She whispered into Stelle's ear, thrusting her fingers as deep as she could reach inside of Stelle's lower lips, a tightening shutter spreading throughout the woman's body as she came around them. Perhaps it was just as much to the words themselves as it was the actual actions she was performing. Especially considering how slow she had been.

"I wuff oo phoo…" Stelle panted around Kafka's fingers, riding out the orgasm between light moans as the woman's other fingers between her other lips continued their ministrations inside her, slowing all the while, much like how she did with Stelle's previous orgasm. She looked down at her chest, the soft yellow glow that had pervaded the air in front of her beginning to fade once again. "Ifhs a wiffwe…" She was forced to stop as a ragged breathy laugh pushed from her lips, cheeks burning at hearing herself struggle through the words.

~

"I'm sure it's a bit concerning for you to watch your chest light up like that." Kafka whispered, sliding her fingers out of Stelle's mouth, bringing the spit slick fingers to her own lips to lick off any obvious strings of saliva off of them. "I can't imagine the heat, either." She pushed herself against Stelle's back. It was obvious the poor woman was absolutely burning up - worse than any fever she had ever experienced, at least - but even then, it was absolutely worse for Stelle than someone simply feeling the heat in the air rise. "Though…" 

Kafka slid her other fingers out of Stelle's lower lips. Or rather, it was more accurate to say that she slid her hand out of the glove inside of her, the soft fabric still stuck inside from the flexing and tightening of Stelle's cunt. "Oh, I'm definitely going to need to wash that one." She muttered to herself, grabbing onto the magenta fabric and tugging it out, the two watching it as she held it out, girlcum dripping onto the bed.

"I'll need to keep this in mind." She muttered to herself, outstretching her other hand to drop the rings onto before tossing the glove to the side, sliding each ring back onto their correct fingers to avoid any chance of losing them in the mess of the room.

"Is that…?" Stelle stopped herself before she finished the sentence. It would have been a bit pathetic for her to go on and cap it off with an 'all' - especially after she seemed to be so worried about the Stellaron in her chest going boom.

"Is that all…" Kafka tsked harshly, sliding herself off the bed from behind Stelle, letting her slump up against the headboard, before getting back on the bed in front of the other woman. "Be a dear and get your back off of the headboard.." Again, Stelle quickly and quietly obeyed, Kafka looking up and down the woman, her thighs slick with cum, and the rest of her beading sweat from the sweltering Stellaron inside of her. "Here." She whispered, hooking her thumbs underneath Stelle's sports bra and lifting it up, exposing her chest.

"Oh." Kafka paused, grabbing Stelle's shoulders and gently pushing her down onto her back, scooching herself up so that she was straddling the other woman's hips, running a finger between the crevice of the woman's chest. "Your…" She stopped herself, both holding their breaths as Kafka continued to trace her finger down the massive scar that ran from just under the neckline of her normal shirts to the top of her abs.

The scarred tissue was thick, and every moment which Kafka touched it, Stelle's skin tingled, the sensitive wounded flesh practically melting into her touch as she went. "I never got to see you after I gave your body to Elio." Her finger bottomed out on the scar. "And on the way to dropping you off, I refused to look at you to avoid the pain."

She leaned down and pressed her lips against the scarring directly between Stelle's breasts, giving her a gentle kiss before lifting her head up towards the other woman, glittering yellow eyes wetly staring back at her. "Nothing's changed, little Star." She cooed, pressing another kiss further up before bringing her face to being directly above Stelle's. "Every part of you is beautiful."

She leaned in and pressed her lips against Stelle's once more, snaking her tongue through the other woman's lips. She had fully relented to Kafka, letting her tongue explore the inside of her mouth as much as it wanted, but instead it chose to entwine with Stelle's, embracing as their two bodies did, Kafka leaning down and pushing the whole of her body onto Stelle, Stelle's arms wrapping around Kafka's back, pulling her in further - the two wholly against one another.

This was exactly where both wanted to be more than anything else.

They stayed there, locked in their sweet embrace for a few moments more before breaking apart at last, trickles of tears slipping down Stelle's cheek, shimmering in the soft light from above. Kafka smiled down at her. It was a warm and full smile, far removed from the one which she showed to others.

She ran a finger across Stelle's cheek to wipe the tears away. "Was this everything you could have ever hoped for?" Kafka whispered, planting another kiss against Stelle's forehead.

"Yes." Stelle let out a soft, shaky breath. "You were." 

Kafka looked away at the twist of the sentence, a harsh blush crossing her own cheeks. "Shut up." She muttered, unable to come up with anything to top that before separating her body from Stelle so she could begin a slow descent downward, pressing a kiss against Stelle's chin before laying another against the larynx, just above the collar, and then a third at the collarbone. 

Telling her how much she appreciated her wasn't going to be nearly enough. Or, at least, it wasn't going to be enough for Kafka to feel happy with herself.

Especially after that.

She lowered herself once again, pressing a kiss at the beginning of one breast's slope, then moving her head to the other, sucking the skin into her mouth and pressing her teeth against the flesh, leaving another mark as Stelle groaned down below her. 

She cupped one breast in a hand, running her fingers along the underside, the metal rings brushing against her skin sending a shiver down Stelle's spine, making her arch forward, breasts pushing further into Kafka's lips as she pushed them once again against the scar, pressing several kisses down her cleaving, marking the wound with her lipstick.

Her face moved harshly back to one of Stelle's breasts, pressing her lips against the nipple, sucking it into her mouth and pinching the stiff nub between her teeth before releasing it, biting a ring around the areola before shifting and doing the same to the other side. She wanted to stay here longer, but there was just so much of Stelle to get to.

She lowered herself again, scooching her hips down Stelle's legs as she went, pressing her lips against the end of Stelle's ribs, biting a mark on each side, far enough away from the scar tissue as not to aggravate it. She didn't lie. Every part of the woman was beautiful.

More importantly, however, every part was hers.

She moved further down again, planting kisses against each of Stelle's defined abs, biting into a couple of them before continuing on downwards, planting another kiss at the end of Stelle's bush, then pressing her face directly into it, kissing the fuzzy hair before continuing down again, leaving another bright pink lipstick stain against Stelle's cunt to join the rest of her lipstick still smeared across it from earlier.

Stelle groaned as Kafka parted from her pussy, teasingly flicking her tongue across the woman's abused clit, then planting a kiss and a bite against the inside of each thigh, then again at each calf, and ending with a kiss chastely planted against her ankle.

Kafka looked up from her position, a wicked look in her eye as she not-so-subtly dropped one of her arms off the side of the bed, shuffling her hand in the box until her fingers wrapped around the one object that she had prepared specifically for later. She would have told the other woman to close her eyes if they weren't already shut.

Kafka pulled the object up and tucked it under her as she ran a tongue along the arch of Stelle's foot, causing the woman to tense and moan, keeping her eyes cinched shut as Kafka shuffled with the object, pulling its harness up to her waist, letting out a soft groan as she herself was penetrated. 

She fidgeted with the buckles while keeping her attention focused on Stelle, pulling a toe between her lips while clicking them into place, popping off of Stelle and grinning to herself as she shuffled upwards again, retracing her steps slowly as she kissed and bit her way back up to Stelle's face.

"Open your eyes, little Star…" Kafka purred, pressing another kiss against Stelle's forehead. "I want to see you underneath me…" She traced a finger up one of Stelle's arms as her other hand kept the strap on steady, her hips drawing close to Stelle's snatch. "And I want you to see me above you." Her fingers interlaced with Stelle's while her faux dick began to push through her folds, a loud moan rolling across the room. "Keep your eyes on me."

Stelle nodded through a moan as Kafka's other hand lifted off of the strap on now that it was lodged inside, interlacing fingers with Stelle's to match their other hands, her hips slowly sliding forward, her body tilting itself to make sure the angle ran against the most pleasurable spots inside of the other woman, every part of her already desperately sensitive from Kafka pushing into it multiple times without much break in between to recoup.

"You're so beautiful…" Kafka grunted and pushed herself in the last little bit, pressing the hilt of the strap against Stelle's quivering flesh.

Stelle winced at the intrusion but nodded. It was incredibly filling. Enough that it made her head spin again, but not enough that it was painful. "Kafka…" Stelle groaned, her eyes staring up into the abysses of pink above her, pleading. "Before you start…" She lifted her head up and pressed her lips into Kafka's, stealing away another sickeningly sweet kiss before dropping her head down back onto the pillow,  biting her lip and nodding again to tell Kafka that she was ready.

"So needy…" Kafka teased, drawing her hips back with a groan, the long strained moan flowing out of Stelle's lips drowning everything else out of the room as Kafka pulled back far enough that she was almost pulled fully out from inside of Stelle before pushing herself back in.

Stelle's eyes were wide as Kafka continued to slowly but deliberately pump her way in and out, the two's moans mixing in the air as she got the woman under her used to the insertion before beginning to pick up her speed. "The collar was definitely the right choice." She grunted between moans, eyes getting hungrier and hungrier the longer she hovered over Stelle, hips bucking back and forth.

Stelle blushed under her, soft long moans coming out shallower with every time Kafka bottomed out inside of her - each time sooner than before - the feeling of being spread burning away inside of her. "Don't slow down this time." Stelle managed to get out between moans. She had been fully aware that Kafka had slowed down close to every orgasm thus far. It was likely out of caution because of the Stellaron, but… "Please." 

Despite the phrasing, it wasn't a request, but rather a command, issued to Kafka from the woman pushed against the bed underneath her.

The hunger pooled out of Kafka's eyes as they dilated, the look turning to her own desperation as her fingers unlatched from Stelle, instead adjusting to either side of her head, underneath the pillow and gripping onto the sheets, burying her elbows against the mattress while she leaned the whole way in, burying her head into Stelle's neck. "As you wish, my Star." Kafka hissed - more into the mattress than to Stelle - in a total tonal shift, her speed immediately picking up to a rapid degree, the other woman's legs wrapping around Kafka's hips to keep her locked in. 

"So insatiable…" Kafka growled.

Stelle could already feel herself heating up to a boiling point, burning out from the inside as the Stellaron consumed her. But in many ways, the feeling only added to the whole experience, the mounting pressure crushing against her like she had been dumped into the endless depths. Or perhaps being thrown into the gravity of a star was a more apt comparison.

"Kafka…" She croaked between pants and groans, the sound of the two's exertions carrying through the room and likely beyond. "Don't… Stop…" She reiterated, her arms wrapping around the other woman's back to further ground her, hands gripping the loosened buttoned up so harshly that she should have been concerned about tearing it. She leaned her face up into Kafka's neck, lips parting, and biting into it so hard that blood began to trickle down her throat, a rough mark blemishing Kafka's otherwise perfect skin.

Kafka groaned and shifted her left hand out from under the pillow, and slid it up and back down Stelle's neck. She could feel the warmth beating against her own chest, enough to make her sweat more than any amount of rough 'exercise' should have. "Stelle…" She grunted into the pillow, finger hooking into the woman's collar. "You're burning up." She huffed, the hot sticky sweat smearing between their pressed chests as she slid and thrusted into the woman.

"Don't stop…" Stelle reiterated again, tilting her face again, pushing the cloth aside with her forehead  and biting into Kafka's shoulder, leaving another bloody mark behind. "Don't you ever stop."

Kafka gulped, her brain attempting to rewrite the concerns about Stelle's safety away, though the burning heat wouldn't stop tugging at her mind. She had slowed herself and ridden out Stelle's orgasm every other time, but this time she was directly being told not to do that.

She floundered as she continued to push into Stelle until a sickening idea crossed her mind. "Stelle." She grunted, hand trailing from the collar up to the woman's hair, stroking it as she felt the strings extend from her rings, trailing across the woman's body until it wrapped around her abdomen, tightening like a shibari around Stelle, putting invisible pressure on the core inside of her. "I need you to listen. "

Stelle felt her head go numb as the woman finished the last syllable, her body melting into a putty for the other woman to remold. "The Stellaron is calming." She muttered under her breath, trying her best to not let her moans break up what she was trying to say. It certainly wasn't the first time she had used her spirit whisper during sex, but this time was certainly the most… Vital to get right. "Everything is going to be alright."

The two had done this sort of thing often. Stelle was anxious about a lot of things, but could very specifically get worried about her performance. While it had been an implicit and unstated agreement that she could , it still felt violating, since Stelle wasn't entirely the same person she was before. "You're going to be alright." Despite all that, it was necessary. 

The heat welling up in Stelle's chest, burning the sliver of air between them began to dissipate, the woman's heart becoming more steady, rather than rapid and shuttering, and worrisome. Did she actually know that an unstable Stellaron shoved inside of a host body would explode if it wasn't kept calm in a situation like this?

She had no idea.

No one had any idea.

There was no way for anyone to know, unless she had followed through on it, and unfortunately she just wasn't willing to risk the woman's life by pushing to see if it was true. Not now, anyway.

Stelle groaned, bitting into Kafka's shoulder again as the strings faded off of her, the heat no longer threatening to slough her skin from the bone, and leave burns across Kafka's body. "I'm so…" She closed her eyes as the to moaned into each other, her legs tightening around around Kafka's hips before she could even finish, flexing so tight it pulled her harshly into contact with the hilt of the Strap, both women letting out tense moans as Stelle's gut tensed as she came for a third time, Kafka gushing out moments later for her second, low moans beating against each other.

"Are you satisfied?" Kafka whispered, panting escaping her lips as she caught her breath, her head lifting up above Stelle, the light glowing softly above her, ringing her head like a halo.

"More than that…" Stelle's fingers traced lines along Kafka's back. "I don't deserve you."

"You do." Kafka said emphatically, causing a blush to quickly burn back across Stelle's cheeks. "You wait here, let me go get you something to drink." Kafka unlodged the faux-prick from inside of Stelle with a grunt from the both of them. "You're definitely going to be dehydrated with all that sweating." She wiped a hand across her own chest as she pulled off of Stelle, her arm now soaked in their mixed sweat.

"But you're not supposed to go anywhere without me watching you…" Stelle whined as she watched Kafka drop her button up onto the floor and peel off her torn pantyhose on her way to the closet, pulling out one of Stelle's shirts that were already oversized for her - let alone Kafka - before dropping it on. It was practically a mid-thigh length dress on her.

"Don't worry about that, my Star. You stay here." She winked and slipped out of the room, wearing nothing but one of Stelle's shirts as she went off to bother the conductor.

Stelle adjusted herself so she was more sitting up than laying down, and looked down to her hands, watching them shake in the open air gently. Actually, it was probably - definitely - for the best that Kafka didn't let her stand to walk down the train cars with her, actually. If her hands and arms were that shaky, then she didn't want to even bother attempting to stand, lest she'd fall flat on her face for her hubris.

She sighed and waited there in her bed in silence while Kafka was gone, mind still buzzing and numb from everything that happened. Frankly, she'd had rather stayed dehydrated and simply basked in the afterglow with her girlfriend, but considering how dry her throat and mouth was… Well, same deal as not standing.

She sighed again. Kafka really knew exactly what to do in this sort of situation.

Honestly she kind of just wanted to sleep, but after being brought to orgasm three times in such rapid succession while only having to - personally - get the other woman off once… Well, the least she could do was to wait for her now, and then make up for the discrepancy later.

The door finally slid open again as Kafka walked into the room, a box of juices in her arms. "I just asked for water but your rabbit gave me these instead." She slid her hand across the night stand, dropping some beer bottles into the mess of the room in order to make space for the juice, sliding a fingernail into the plastic wrap and sliding, pulling one out and tossing it to Stelle.

"Just don't drink so much that it makes you sick." She stared at Stelle while she fumbled with the straw, finally managing to pop open the box and beginning to drink it. "Do you need anything else?"

Stelle shook her head slightly as she slurped the juice down, finishing it in seconds before crushing it in her hand and tossing it off into the corner of the room with a wastebasket in it.

"You and Silver Wolf both need to stop doing that." Kafka sighed, pulling out another one and handing it to Stelle before sitting on the bed next to her, running a hand through the woman's hair. It was still quite damp from all the sweat, but she wasn't about to make the poor woman stand in the shower until she was clean. Chances were if she even tried to get out of bed she'd just fall over flat.

Stelle finished and tossed the box off again. "I'll stop doing it when you're not keeping me from getting out of bed." Stelle smiled wryly at Kafka's grimace, reaching past her back to pull out a third juice out of the box and slide it in. "And don't worry, I don't plan to make myself sick, either." 

Kafka's gaze softened, and she wrapped an arm around Stelle with a sigh. She couldn't even try to be mad with her. "You know I w0on't be able to stay with you, right?"

Stelle looked over at Kafka as she finished this box of juice. "I know." She paused, crushing it and tossing this one away too. "We're both very busy people who have our own things to deal with, I'm not a child." 

Kafka smiled softly. "I hope you keep me in mind when you're traveling still - especially while you're off on the planet of festivities." She looked away. The script she had gotten to look over was worryingly blank during much of that act. A part of her wondered if Elio actually knew what he was doing, or if it was simply because of Silver Wolf and Sam being on the stage for that one.

"I don't think I'll ever be able to get you out of my mind." Stelle paused. "Especially now." She smiled back at Kafka, leaning over so that she could rest her head on the other woman's shoulder. "There's not really anything I think is worth keeping in my mind over you, in fact." She closed her eyes and took a breath, head digging into the other woman's shoulder.

"I'll… Try to keep in touch. As best as I can." Kafka whispered, running a finger up and down Stelle's bare shoulder. 

"Even if you won't be able to stay with me, can you at least stay for the rest of the night?" She paused. What a stupid question. There wasn't a 'night' they were in space. "You know what I mean."

Kafka looked away. She knew that she should probably leave as soon as she could have. The train being too far from the Luofu was just an excuse, but… She looked down at Stelle. "Of course." There was no way she could leave without the two waking up in each other's arms at least once. The very idea of doing such a thing made her bristle.

"Thank you…" Stelle muttered, adjusting herself, and sliding her head down off of Kafka's shoulder, resting it against the pillow, Kafka grabbing the blanket shoved in the corner and wrapping it around the two of them before joining her. "I'll make sure you can't go anywhere." Stelle mumbled between a yawn, arms tightening around Kafka's middle, locking her in place.

Of course she wouldn't go anywhere.

She was exactly where she wanted to be.