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Neuvillette enjoys her birthdays—getting showered with countless greetings when she strolls around the City of Fontaine, Clorinde offering her the macaroons that Miss Navia made for her birthday—the lipstick mark on the side of the duelist's lips not going unnoticed, receiving uncountable birthday letters from the Melusines, the stickers she receives from Sigewinne—even sticking some in her belongings, and getting spoiled with delicious desserts by Furina.
Although theyʼre all great, she thinks nothing is greater than this.
“W-Wrio-ngh!” Neuvillette moans, her hands gripping The Duchessʼs hair as she eats her out, her warm tongue hungrily lapping Neuvillette's swollen clit then to her wet folds.
Itʼs not like this is the first time Wriothesley has tasted her, but she can never get enough of it.
Neuvillette shivers, her hold on Wriothesleyʼs hair tightening, feeling her tongue circling her hole before plunging it inside her.
Neuvillette throws her head back, hitting the headboard behind her—strings of moans come out of her mouth. Getting lost in the feeling of Wriothesley's tongue moving inside her, Neuvillette takes a look at the woman between her thighs. It was such a sight to see Wriothesley eagerly fucking her with her tongue, her pussy clenching around it.
The Iudex feels herself getting close, and Wriothesley does too. Feeling Neuvillette's cunt tightening around her tongue intensely, she removes one hand from Neuvilletteʼs thigh to tease the sensitive bud with her thumb, eager to feel Neuvillette come onto her tongue. But it seems like the Iudex has other plans. She tugs Wriothesleyʼs hair, pulling her face away from her pussy, and, oh
Neuvillette takes in the sight delivered to her—Wriothesleyʼs half-lidded eyes staring at her with a lustful gaze, her chin covered with Neuvilletteʼs slick. She also got a good view of Wriothesley's chest that she loves to grab onto when Wriothesley fucks her, and of course, her cock, fully hard and oozing with pre-cum. how badly she wants that huge thing in her. This is exactly what Neuvillette awaits on her birthdays—the arousing sight of a sexy woman between her legs. Neuvillette feels herself getting wetter, her hole clenching around nothing.
“You're staring, sweetness,” Wriothesley says, her lust-filled voice snapping Neuvillette back to reality. “Like seeing me with my mouth on your pussy that much?” Wriothesley speaks again, along with her teasing tone is a smug grin painting her face. Neuvillette wants to wipe that grin off her face badly, maybe push her down on her pussy again, but no, she has different plans for now—she wants something that will stretch her even more than her tongue would.
“Maybe? But Iʼd like something other than just your mouth,” Neuvillette responds.
“Oh?” Wriothesley moves her head away from Neuvilletteʼs pussy; now she's the one whoʼs looking down at her. Neuvillette can feel her face heating up, looking away from her lustful gaze, feeling her pussy trickle with slick, making her even wetter as if she already isnʼt.
Neuvillette gasps when Wriothesley pulls her into her lap, her hands squeezing Neuvillette's ass, feeling Wriothesley's cock brushing against her clit, causing the woman to let out a whimper. “I wanted to taste you more,” Wriothesley says with a sultry low tone, placing wet kisses into Neuvilletteʼs cheek all the way down to her jaw. “Wanted to feel you come on my tongue,” Wriothesley continues, her lips now on her neck, now painting it with marks, a proof that the Chief Justice has gotten her best birthday gift again.
Once Wriothesley is done with marking here, she speaks again, “Tell me what you want, sweetness.” Now pressing a kiss against Neuvilletteʼs collarbone, then to her breast.
“Itʼs your birthday after all.”
Neuvillette tosses her head back, feeling a warm mouth wrap around her breast, her tongue circling her nipple. Neuvillette lets out a loud whine, grinding her cunt against Wriothesleyʼs thick cock—Gripping Wriothesleyʼs shoulder, hearing her own whines resonate around the bedroom.
“Wanna c-cum on your cock” Neuvillette speaks between her breaths. “Want you to fill me up” Neuvillette speaks again, still grinding on her loverʼs cock.
She feels Wriothesley remove her mouth from her breast, looking up intensely at the woman in her arms.
Neuvillette yelps as she is slammed against the soft mattress. And before Neuvillette knows it, Wriothesley's mouth is on her, kissing her like a hungry wolf, her tongue dominating her mouth, tasting a hint of tea.
Wriothesley lines up and presses her cock into her eager cunt, the thick head now sinking inside her. She feels Neuvillette moan in her mouth, the hands on her shoulders tightening their hold.
Wriothesley pulls out from the kiss, strings of saliva coming along; she then presses a soft kiss to the skin under Neuvillette's ear before whispering, “Happy Birthday, sweetness.”
And before Neuvillette even knows it, Wriothesley holds her hips down and slams her cock fully into her. Neuvillette jolts and arches her back beautifully, her hole squeezing tightly around her and her nails clawing into Wriothesley's back.
“Wrio, move,” Neuvillette ordered, her legs wrapping around Wriothesley's waist. “Please mo-” Her pleading was interrupted when Wriothesley rammed her cock into her hard.
Neuvillette feels like she has lost her mind, constantly turning her head left and right—all she can think about is Wriothesley's grunts and moans, the drag of her cock inside her, ravishing her until she's nothing but a crying and moaning mess.
Though she's already seen this sight of Wriothesley countless times, she could never get enough of it—the way she eyes her intensely, the erotic sounds she makes, her own sweat adorning her muscles and abs, the way Wriothesley's breasts move every time she slams her cock in her. Neuvillette cups one of her breast, rubbing her nipple with her thumb, providing her lover with more pleasure.
Neuvillette feels a wave of satisfaction when Wriothesley groans, feeling the hands gripping her hips tighten as she feels her pace quicken, the slaps of their skin alongside with the squelching sounds of her pussy resonating around the room.
A thumb swipes up her clit—Neuvillette let's out a squeak, her hand squeezing the boob even harder while the other one claws on Wriothesley's back, her toes curling as she feels the hand on her clit stroking it even faster.
Neuvillette looks like a beautiful mess at the moment, and Wriothesley drinks in the alluring sight—her hair sprawled out and her blue horns glowing, half-lidded eyes filled with lust, tears streaming down her face due to the intense pleasure, the way her chest moves every time she slams on her, Neuvillette's loud, broken moans, her pleading whines begging Wriothesley for more, the way she screams her name—her lover's lewd noises that Wriothesley will never get enough hearing
All such a contrast to the usual prim and proper Chief Justice, and the Duchess feels a wave of proudness that she's the only one who sees this side of her and also the one causing it.
“W-Wriothesley” Neuvillette calls her name beautifully, her nails scratching and digging into the flesh of her back. Wriothesley hisses due to the sting and pain, but she rather feels proud knowing that these scratch marks are a proof that she made the Chief Justice scream and beg for her—that she made her feel so good.
Neuvillette feels herself getting closer, her moans growing louder, her cunt clenching intensely at her girlfriend's cock, and so does Wriothesley too; her thrusts are getting messy, her strokes on Neuvillette's clit becoming uncoordinated.
Neuvillette throws her head back with a loud moan as she comes on her cock, Wriothesley still thrusting—almost pulls out when she sees the woman below her sob from the overstimulation, but Neuvillette wraps her legs around Wriothesley's waist tight, preventing her.
“inside—ah Wriothesley, hngh! p-please.” Neuvillette begs between her moans, her lover begging to be filled, sent Wriothesley over the edge as she comes, painting Neuvillette's insides, filling her full.
Wriothesley pulls out and collapses beside Neuvillette, heavy breathings filling the room, their minds still a little hazy.
Wriothesley pulls Neuvillette close to her, Neuvillette snuggling in the crook of her neck. She rubs Neuvillette's back in soothing circles while Neuvillette strokes her hair. It's not like this is their first time holding each other close, but they will never get enough of it.
“Do you wanna get cleaned up?” Neuvillette can feel both of their releases dripping out of her, but she pays no mind—still too lost in each other's embrace. Neuvillette shakes her head. “Not yet,” she says, her voice hoarse. “Let's just stay like this.” Neuvillette leans forward to kiss Wriothesley's cheek, hands still stroking at her hair.
Wriothesley chuckles and boops her girlfriend's nose, “Whatever the birthday girl wants.” She then starts smothering Neuvillette's face with kisses, feeling pleased when she hears her iudex's adorable giggles.
Wriothesley then pulls Neuvillette down for a tender kiss, looking into one another's eyes after pulling away, lilac and blue—both filled with love and devotion.
“I love you, Wriothesley,” Neuvillette says softly, nuzzling into the crook of her lover's neck, Neuvillette's fingertips tracing her scars softly.
Wriothesley smiles against Neuvillette's beautiful white hair, giving it a small kiss before reciprocating her words.
“I love you too, ma chérie. Happy Birthday.”