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Lulu Bell lounged on her large, king-sized canopy bed, dressed only in a black lace nightgown that hung down just past her gray hips. She'd tossed the white sheets off her sweaty form, leaving them crumpled and off to the side. Even if Noah didn't already run hot, the temperature in the room made it hard to get comfortable. It was late also, but between the discomfort of her environment and the worries that coursed through her mind, she couldn't fall asleep.
Lulu thought back to her most recent mission for what had to be the dozenth time that night. She went over each step—each blatant screw up—in her head. The Akuma egg she had been responsible for was lost. Her plan, which she had taken a great deal of pride in, had failed. And worst of all, her enemies made her look incapable of fulfilling her duties to the Earl of Millennium.
That wasn't the only thing that bothered her, though. Another annoyance had caused her to lose precious rest. Klaud Nine. That was the name of her most recent fixation, as well as the bane of her existence.
It had been a few days since Lulu's failure, yet she couldn't get the image of that woman out of her head. The moment she'd laid eyes on her, it was like all the breath left her body and she fell under a momentary trance, enamored by the image in front of her. Klaud was beautiful. Tall, blonde, fit, and with eyes that seemed like they could penetrate the soul.
The scars on her face didn't diminish her beauty, either. Instead, they made her seem even more ferocious. Like a wild and majestic beast that was ready to tear down anything that stood in her way. Ready to strike at any moment despite her poise and calm demeanor.
The thought brought a smirk to Lulu's lips, and she was reminded of the report she'd ordered after the incident. The documents said that the general used to be a beast tamer at a circus. Although somewhat laughable, it was a job that made sense given her anti-akuma weapon was essentially a monkey. Or perhaps it was a lemur? The report hadn't exactly clarified.
"A beast that tames beasts, eh?" Lulu muttered as she raised a hand up to look at her own nails, which had been sharpened into perfectly manicured claws.
She wondered what would happen if they'd faced each other one-on-one. Lulu's powers weren't ideal for combat, with her being better suited for espionage. But she wasn't weak either. No, she could be any creature she wanted. A wolf. A jaguar. Hell, she could even be a dragon, and not even the immortal Noah could recall if dragons ever actually existed outside of fairytales.
What would happen then? Between the Master of Beasts and the Queen of Beasts, who would win? Who would live? And how would Klaud react if Lulu added another scar to her gorgeous, pale body? Would she curse her for marring her flesh even more, or would she wear it with pride?
The idea of that filthy Exorcist being so cocky elicited mixed feelings in Lulu. The woman was the lowest of the low, her association with Innocence being enough reason to erase her existence. Nevermind the fact she'd made her way up the rankings by killing off Akuma. Even so, Lulu couldn’t help but respect the other woman for her strength and bravery.
A Noah could never get along with an Exorcist. They could never empathize or feel love for an Exorcist. That was a fact she couldn't deny. But if there was one other thing Lulu understood well enough not to deny, it was anything related to the domain of lust. Deep down, she knew that she lusted for the other woman.
It wasn't the loving kind of lust. Nor was it the ecstatic kind that accompanied a night of romanceless debauchery. Rather, It was a lust for dominance. For power and recognition that she rightfully deserved.
She wanted to test Klaud. Maim her. Devour her. She wanted to see how much the other woman could take before she broke down in defeat, her stony face having lost some of that hardness.
Would she still be just as beautiful once that tough exterior was ripped away?
As Lulu pictured Klaud on her knees, completely at her mercy, she dropped her hand and ran it over her right breast. The sensitive nipple there hardened under her touch, which earned it another swift stroke. She then switched her attention to the other breast and repeated the motion.
She rotated between both boobs, giving them equal attention as her core became wet with need. Her clit throbbed with pressure and want, and her hand was lured further down by the sensation. As the pad of her thumb grazed it and electricity shot through her nerves, she turned her focus to it.
She attended to it with the same experienced care as her nipples, and in response to the delightful friction, a soft moan escaped her lips. Lulu imagined herself in bed with Klaud as she pleasured herself. The other woman's naked image taunted her. Her mouth. Her hips. Her long legs. Lulu wanted it all.
With another heavy breath, she ran her long fingers between her folds, back and forth, before she delved her middle and ring finger inside her entrance. She allowed herself to adjust to the intrusion, then pulled them out and plunged them back in harder. Again and again, she fucked herself on her own soft and slender fingers, and her free hand instinctively moved to stroke her abandoned clit in unison.
Thrust. Flick. Thrust. She continued her motions as the waves of ecstasy took her under, Klaud's image harder to hold onto as her thoughts blurred and dimmed. It was all she could do not to call out the woman's name as she imagined their bodies pressed intimately together, limbs entangled. It was as if she could actually feel the heat of the other woman's skin on hers. Feel her hands in place of her own.
She heard Klaud's voice in her head as the Exorcist challenged her. Tested her limits in the same way Lulu wanted to test hers. Goaded her on with a tone that could make any man buckle to his knees. And it was all for Lulu.
Only her, and no one else.
"Fuckkk," Lulu moaned as she came, having used up every bit of control she had in order to avoid calling out the name of her enemy where others could possibly hear.
And that was it. All the tension she'd built up went out like a fuse, replaced by exhaustion and a feeling of contentment. She blinked, slow and cat-like, her eyelids heavy. After all that, she was finally tired enough to fall asleep, and it was all thanks to the same woman who'd kept her up. It was an irony that didn't go unnoticed, even in her groggy, peaceful state, and it was the last thought that crossed her conscious mind before she drifted off to blackness.