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Himeko sighed as she put her phone down, reaching to take the last sip of her coffee. She just received the latest updates on the situation on the Xianzhou from Welt. Kafka escaping from the Divination Commission worried her, but the Trailblazers and the Commission switched their priority to the Stellaron, which she agreed with. Meanwhile only Stelle seems to have been able to contact Dan Heng, and though he's fine, the fact that they have yet to rendezvous bothers her a lot.
Himeko stands up from the luxurious sofas in the lobby. "Pom-pom?" she calls out, but there was no response. He probably went to check on some other parts of the Express, she's seen him do so before. Still, something seems off. She decides to head back to her room to lie down and take her mind off things.
The halls of the Express are eerily quiet. But with almost all other occupants gone, this is to be expected. Himeko walks past the Archives (aka Dan Heng's room), and March's room. She makes a mental note to remind Pom-pom to get Stelle's room ready, although she knows they don't mind sharing at all.
Fishing the key to her room out of her pocket, she slides open her room door. She hits the light switch on the wall, and then-
"Nice pad you got here, hotcakes."
Imagine the surprise on Himeko's face when she opens her room lights and sees Kafka herself, sitting down on her bed, legs crossed like she owns the place.
"What the- Kafka?!”
The Stellaron Hunter waved her hand. “Hi cupcake~”
“What are you doing in my room?! How did you-"
"Oh relaaax, I just, ah, asked a little favor." Kafka said, waving her hand to the corner of the room, where Pom-pom stood, not unconscious but definitely not present.
"What did you do to him?!" Himeko shouted, manifesting her suitcase.
"Woah, woah, woah! Calm down, he's gonna be alright, I just put him out of commission for a bit. I just wanted to talk~"
"Give me one reason why I shouldn't just slice you to ribbons right now."
"Well. That'd ruin your lovely room, for one. And two, like I said, I'm just here to talk. If I wanted to cause trouble, I would've brought Bladie!" Kafka said, all while an aloof smile played across her face.
"What. Do. You. Want." Himeko said threateningly, still holding on to her weapon.
"I'll tell you after you put that thing away. C'mon, don't you trust me~"
"As a matter of fact, I do no-"
Before she could finish, Kafka suddenly pushed her hand out, string shooting out of her fingertips and wrapping around Himeko in the blink of an eye.
"Wh-what the-"
"Relax, honey. You wouldn't listen, so I just decided to… make you listen." She waved her hand and Himeko's suitcase promptly dematerialized.
"You motherfucker…" Himeko muttered.
"Hey, listen, at least I'm nice enough to let you keep your wits about you, most of the time I just take full control. Like that bunny. And the vessel."
Himeko glared up at the mention of Stelle. "Spit it out already, damn you. What do you want?!"
Kafka sighed. "I came here to tell you about our plan. I assume Welt texted you the details already, but Elio still made me come here anyway. Apparently us talking right here in this room is vital to our success."
"Yeah, right. All this for the sake of killing Nanook? I don't buy it."
"Yeah, maybe you shouldn't. After all, we are the dreaded Stellaron Hunters, wanted across multiple galaxies by the IPC."
"You're not helping your case. Himeko spat.
Kafka chuckled, and pulled Himeko closer to her. "It doesn't matter. Elio said to meet you in this room and talk. He specifically told me that whatever else we do here is of no importance, aside from the fact that we met face to face. So as far as we're concerned, mission success."
Himeko struggled against Kafka’s binds helplessly., "Then let me go, and get the hell out of the train."
"Mmh, yeah, I will. But first…" she trailed off, before pulling Himeko inches away from her face. "Let me indulge myself~"
In a swift move, their lips met, and Himeko's eyes went wide. She felt Kafka's tongue meet hers, swirling around, getting familiar with every nook and cranny. She tried to push her out, but accidentally shoved her tongue into Kafka's mouth instead. The taste of cherries hit her, before the woman finally decided to pull back for air.
"Wh-what the FUCK was that for?!?" Himeko shouted, her face steadily racing towards a sheen of red not too far from her hair.
"Mmh, strawberry, my favorite~" Kafka said, licking her lips. "That was entirely for myself. You're fucking sexy, hot stuff. And I. Want. You."
If Himeko had control over her body she knew she would have fallen ass over head hearing that. Of all the people in the galaxy, Kafka had the hots for her? She wasn't a stranger to catching the attention of men and women and everything in between wherever she went, but… the Stellaron Hunter? Really?
"You can't be serious…" Himeko said, averting her eyes and squirming against the threads again. Kafka chuckled, taking hold of her chin and forcing her eyes to meet once more.
"Oh, I very much am…"
She moved closer again, but didn't go for it this time. Instead, she stared into her eyes for a moment, before leaning back and waving her hand.
"But it's no fun this way." Kafka sighed. "I've let you free. You wanted me gone right? I'll be going then."
"Y-you… what?" Himeko was stunned, still unable to fully process the last three minutes. She took a step back, and realized that Kafka told the truth, her body no longer a puppet for the criminal.
"Your little friend will wake up in about an hour." Kafka said. She got up off of Himeko's bed and started slowly walking towards the exit. Just as she was about to slide open the door…
"S-stop." Himeko said, her voice trembling. Kafka turned around with a smirk.
“Oh? I’m sorry, was there anything el-” Kafka began to say, sarcastic tone and all, before Himeko grabbed her shoulders and shoved her up against the door.
“I fucking hate you.” Himeko hissed, and started making out with her.
Kafka wrapped her arms and now raised legs around Himeko as they continued to kiss. Himeko slowly made her way back to the bed, roughly slamming Kafka down onto it. They broke the kiss, gasping for air.
"Mmh! Someone's excited!" Kafka said, her voice tinged with excitement herself.
"Shut the fuck up." Himeko spat, almost ripping off her own fancy and intricate dress, leaving her in a surprisingly plain set of underwear. Kafka followed suit, stopping at her lacy bra, g-string, and purple leggings.
"Before we continue…"
Himeko raised her eyebrow at the other woman. She was not about to get proverbially cockblocked after getting this far. Kafka flipped a coin to her.
"What… is this?" Himeko regarded the coin. It was no currency, but a mechanical trinket of some kind.
"A little present from Silverwolf." Kafka smiled, pulling down on Himeko's panties. "Press it into your pelvis. Riiight around here." She said, circling the spot just above her clit.
For once, Himeko didn't bother arguing. She did as she was told, and suddenly noises out of a retro console played from the token, and a series of blue, boxy lights flashed before a 7 inch long phallus sprouted from the token.
"This is… the fanciest strap-on I've ever seen."
"Oh, it's not just a strap on." Kafka smirked, eyes lighting up. She got to her knees, and licked the tip of it. A jolt went straight up Himeko's spine, and she involuntarily let out a moan. "As you can see," Kafka continued, stroking her hand along the shaft. "It's now linked to your nervous system. I just gave you a digital dick."
Himeko was too busy trying not to lose all strength in her knees from the sensory overload she was getting from the fake dick to respond. Every little bit of friction from Kafka's smooth hands sent waves of pleasure throughout her body.
"I see you like it." Kafka said, a coy giggle escaping from her. "How about this?"
She took her hands off Himeko's dick and immediately planted her lips on its tip, before letting it enter her mouth and going straight to the base in one swift motion. She began bobbing her head back and forth, sometimes only retreating a little, sometimes going all the way to the tip and back, the entire time staring up at Himeko's face, or at least she would be if she were looking down. Instead, Himeko had her head back in pleasure, leaning one hand onto the wall for balance, the other instinctively guiding Kafka's head as she continued to blow her. She managed to look down for a moment, and met Kafka's gaze, her dark, purple eyes seemingly staring into Himeko's soul as she threatened to suck it out of her new appendage, and that was enough to push her over the edge.
She felt a pressure build up from within her, and instinctively grabbed Kafka's head with both hands and thrusted. As she came, she realized that not only was she cumming from her pussy, but she felt something forcefully ejaculate from her dick too.
"Th-this is some fucking tech you got…" Himeko sighs, her head hazy from the new sensations.
"Heh, that's Silverwolf for ya." Kafka said nonchalantly, having almost immediately swallowed the girlcum Himeko deposited, already gotten up and walking towards Himeko's bed.
"Now then…" she smiled as she lay down on the bed, tossing aside her remaining underwear. Himeko watched as the Stellaron Hunter laid bare before her on her own bed, spread her legs wide in the air and ripped open a hole in her purple tights. "Fuck me, princess."
Something inside Himeko snapped. She threw aside her own bra, kicked off her panties, and lunged straight towards the woman presenting herself to her on her bed. She grabbed her hips, took about half a second to line herself up with her partner, and slammed herself straight to the hilt into Kafka's pussy.
"MMPH! That's more like it." Kafka moaned, as Himeko began to pound away at her snatch with the force of a nuclear warhead.
"I'm gonna knock you up for every single god damn time you've fucked with my life, you fucking bitch." Himeko growled into Kafka's ear. There was no response, only loud, unashamed moans echoing throughout the room. Himeko planted her arms on the bed to give herself more leverage to thrust, which opened up her bountiful breasts for Kafka. They swung back and forth with her pace, and Kafka could not resist grabbing on to them. Her boobs were frankly massive, and, to Kafka's surprise, had inverted nipples. She grabbed onto them and began digging the tips out, which elicited a husky moan from the redhead. Once they were out, Kafka latched on to one with her mouth, sucking like it was her favorite popsicle, and continued to play with the other one.
The stimulation was too much for Himeko. She felt a familiar pressure building up, and without any warning, slammed herself to the hilt and came, dumping her whole load directly into Kafka's womb.
"Mmm, I love the feeling of fresh cream. Too bad it isn't real…" Kafka smiled at Himeko, who looked back into her eyes and said nothing. She climbed onto the bed next to Kafka and lay down, staring up at the ceiling.
"God… I'm gonna be sore…" Himeko muttered, fatigue beginning to set in.
"You have no idea…" Kafka said to herself. They turned to face each other.
"This changes nothing." Himeko said. "I still think you're out of your mind, and should turn yourself in."
"Maybe so. You'll come to understand, sooner or later." Kafka moved closer to Himeko, eyes on the latter’s luscious lips.
"Fuck off." Himeko muttered, leaning in and kissing Kafka one more time before passing out.
Himeko woke up the next day to an empty bed. As she expected, to be fair. She checked the corner where the conductor was before, and saw nothing. That means Kafka at least kept her word about Pom-pom being fine. She tried to get up, and was greeted instead with every fiber of her body aching like hell. She fought through it, and got up anyway. She was still completely naked, and wasn't about to go through the entire ordeal that was putting back on her elaborate dress in this state, and dragged herself to her closet to grab some plain clothes. A white t-shirt and a pair of shorts. She threw on the t-shirt and went to put on the shorts, and as she looked down…
"Motherfucker." Kafka had left the fake dick on Himeko. And she had no idea how to take it off. Phenomenal. At least right now it was in a flaccid state, which she didn't even know could happen. "These things are way too realistic…" she said, playing with it a little bit. She felt her pussy begin to get wet upon doing so, and decided to stop touching it unless absolutely necessary. She put on her shorts, her package making it very tight. She thought about borrowing Welt or Dan Heng's underwear in the interim, but that just made her more uncomfortable. She stuck her head out of the door.
"Pom-pom?" she called out, and she heard a door open and shut, and the sound of tiny footsteps as the conductor came into view.
"HIMEKO!!! I'M SORRY!!! I FAILED TO PROTECT THE EXPRESS!!!" Pom-pom cried, sobbing in front of her room.
"Oh, uh. That's alright. Kafka… she's a strong foe." She felt her dick twitch when she thought of the Stellaron Hunter. God damn it.
"Regardless, that's not why I called you. I just wanted to check if you were okay. I'm gonna… take a very long nap. I'll call you again once I'm up."
"Okay Miss Himeko..." Pom-Pom sniffs, turning around and walking off.
Himeko sighed and locked her door shut. She threw her shorts off, because that conversation and those thoughts about Kafka was apparently enough to get her hard again.
"I hate that bitch…" she muttered, as she began to stroke her new dick.
Kafka looked out at the window of their starship as the Xianzhou Luofu grew smaller and further away. A familiar voice popped inside her head.
"I assume my 'gift' was satisfactory?" Silverwolf said, her voice crackling slightly.
"Indeed. I can't thank you enough." Kafka replied, the corners of her lips turned up into a wry smile. "I'm sure Elio knows exactly what I've done, but he said I could do whatever, so…"
"Meh, who cares. We did our job." Silverwolf responded nonchalantly.
"Yes, we did." Kafka replied.
"We're about to enter hyperspace." Blade's voice crackled over the comms. "Take a seat, Kafka."
She did as much, and looked out the window one last time.
"See you around, hotcakes."