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It's a Tuesday afternoon, which means Sebek and Silver should be sparring. Keyword being "should."
Crewel's alchemy assignment was particularly brutal for Silver, requiring even more constant supervision than normally, and her lab partner kept running off to see friends, leaving her to tend the potion by herself. She's gotten better with not falling asleep all the time, but it's still a struggle more often than not, and an absentee lab partner was not making matters any better.
So when Silver arrived back at the dorm, absolutely exhausted, Sebek called off their sparring session. She's been trying to get better too, working on being more empathetic to her girlfriend's struggles, including that of her magical narcolepsy curse-thing. (None of them are quite sure what it is…)
Silver is so lucky to have her.
So, in lieu of the canceled spar, Silver and Sebek are spending the afternoon cuddling in Silver's room. Diasomnia doesn't feel quite the same without Malleus and Lilia, but Silver can't help but feel glad that she has her own room now, as housewarden. It would definitely make certain… pastimes … easier…
…If Sebek wasn't the densest person on the Night Raven campus.
Silver has tried hinting time and time again that she'd like to try fooling around with Sebek, but whether through sheer lack of exposure to the subject or just plain obliviousness, Sebek has paid each innuendo the same amount of consideration that she gives Silver's animal friends from the forest. That is, to say, none.
Silver's nearing the end of her rope, and she had been considering concocting a plan to get Sebek to realize what she's asking -- she is Lilia's daughter, after all -- until this afternoon.
See, Silver knows Sebek pretty well. They've- not exactly been friends , that's a pretty new development, but known each other- for a decade, after all. And she knows Sebek prefers forwardness, doesn't like having to parse through layers of societal expectations and implications. So really, that's the thought that drives Silver, and definitely not a single hint of frustration, when she asks,
"Sebek, do you wanna have sex?"
Sebek, a bit expectedly, makes a very loud shrieking sound. Silver winces, feeling her very bones reverberate with the force of Sebek's voice.
"Sebek, please, not so loud," she groans, pinching the bridge of her nose. Typically, she would worry about any passers-by thinking something was wrong, but most of the dorm knows about Sebek's little… habit.
"Why would you say something like that!?" Sebek shrieks, ignoring Silver's request. (Silver only said she was getting better, not that she was magically ever-considerate.) "You can't just… say that, there's things you have to do beforehand! We should also probably be married before we do anything like that!"
Silver sighs. She supposes Sebek's not exactly wrong , especially by fae standards of betrothal or marriage being considered a prerequisite to sexual intimacy. But Sebek's not exactly right , either, and Silver isn't really thinking about logic right now. She kinda just wants to fuck her girlfriend.
"Look, I'm not going to force you if you don't want to, Sebek. It's just… I've wanted this for a long time, even since before we started dating. I've tried to tell you, but I never got the point across. I mostly just… wanted you to know that I'm ready for that step, if you are too."
Sebek's face turns red. She must've shifted into her fae form when Silver wasn't paying attention, because her tail is now flicking across the bed the way it always does when she has conflicting emotions.
"I-it's not that I don't want to, or that I'm not ready, because I definitely want to, and I very much am ready, but it's just-" Sebek's voice lowers to almost a whisper. "It's… improper … and um- being… unprepared… can be… dangerous- or so I've heard…" Sebek's face grows redder with each word, and she won't meet Silver's eyes.
Silver rests a hand between Sebek's shoulder blades.
"It's alright Sebek. We shouldn't have to worry about being improper; after all, we're not in Briar Valley right now, and we're pretty much engaged anyways. And if you're worried about protection, well… I have supplies, so you- uh. Shouldn't have to worry." And now it's Silver's turn to be embarrassed. Somehow, the admission that she'd bought supplies is more embarrasing than admitting that she's wanted to fuck Sebek for a long time.
"O-Oh," Sebek murmurs, her fangs peeking out slightly from between her soft lips. It never fails to amaze Silver that she knows what those lips taste like, knows what those fangs feel like pressed against her own lips. "W-Well, in that case…"
Sebek leans down, cradling Silver's cheek, to kiss her. Silver hums into the closed-lipped kiss, reaching up to hold onto Sebek's shoulders. Maybe it's something in the air, charged with the knowledge of what's to come, that gets Silver worked up much faster than when she's on her own. Not even her fantasies of Sebek's body are this potent, this real .
Before long, Silver probes at Sebek's lips with her tongue, and Sebek grants her entrance. And, Great Seven , it's slick and wet and Sebek's hands are on her hips and wow, she smells heavenly . Before Silver even realizes it, she's straddling Sebek's lap, her hands tangled deep in Sebek's wavy hair.
Sebek's sharp nails drag softly down Silver's back, teasing the hem of her shirt. Silver moans, unwilling to break the kiss, pressing herself further into Sebek's hands. Luckily, this time, Sebek takes the hint, pressing her large warm palms against Silver's skin. Silver shudders, stuck between arching into Sebek's grasp or pressing herself against Sebek's breasts. She doesn't have to choose, though, as Sebek brings Silver closer, trapping her between her lap and hands.
Silver's losing her patience, and her arousal hangs heavily between her thighs. She grinds down against Sebek's lap, just a slight shift in pressure, and she sees stars . She moans lowly, the shock of the contact breaking the kiss. Sebek stares up at her, pupils blown out, lips swollen, face red. And that sight brings Silver right to the edge- if she doesn't stop, she'll-
"Hold on-" she gasps, pushing Sebek back. Sebek looks at her, concerned, and she shakes her head quickly. She's squinting in concentration, trying to will herself away from the edge. She can't let herself go here, she hasn't done anything for Sebek yet.
And of course, the thoughts of what she could be doing for Sebek spiral, and mental images of her pleasuring Sebek in a variety of positions flash across the backs of her eyelids, and fuck , she needs to stop . Before she can overthink, she reaches a hand past the elastic waistband of her joggers and grasps the base of her cock. She squeezes, wincing a bit at the uncomfortable sensation, but when her grip falls away, she's no longer at risk of losing herself.
Silver slowly opens her eyes, and she catches Sebek watching her with dilated pupils, her gaze hungry and near-feral. The sight takes her breath away. Her cock throbs painfully in her pants, now freed from her underwear and demanding attention. Unfortunately, it'll have to wait a little longer, because Silver has something else in mind.
Silver pushes herself off the bed, looking slightly down at Sebek where she's perched on the edge. It's very rare that Silver gets this vantage point, as Sebek is a whole four inches taller than her, but every time she does, Sebek is beautiful . Of course, Silver always thinks Sebek is beautiful; she supposes love will do that to someone.
Slowly, teasingly, Silver looks Sebek up and down. She's partially trying to egg Sebek on, but also she just wants to be able to ogle her girlfriend. And ogle she does.
The wispy hairs framing Sebek's face, the sharp gold-green of her eyes, her lips smudged with black lipstick, the scatterings of green-brown scales on her cheeks that look like freckles, the small scar on her brow that Silver accidentally gave her when they were young and dumb and playing with too-sharp swords. (Silver doesn't blame herself too much though, since Sebek had given her one to match immediately after.) She admires Sebek's whole figure, her muscular arms that contrast nicely with her large, soft breasts, her full thighs, her thick tail. Silver loves every part of Sebek, and she wants to show Sebek that.
Silver's never liked having to express herself with words. There's too many ways words can be misinterpreted. But she tries anyway, for Sebek's sake.
"I want you, Sebek. I want to make you feel good. May I?" Silver knows her voice is too often monotone, doesn't show enough emotion, but she prays to the Seven themselves that Sebek hears the want in her voice.
Sebek's skin crackles with static, and her pupils dilate even further as she nods shakily. But damn Silver's greedy heart, she wants more .
"Show me," Silver murmurs, the low, commanding tone in her voice unfamiliar to her ears. Sebek shivers pleasantly at the sound, so Silver can't bring herself to be too remorseful about it. "Please," she adds, if only because Lilia taught Silver always to do so.
"Mh- mhm," Sebek murmurs, her face now burning scarlet. It's a quite pretty shade on her, Silver decides. Sebek spreads her thighs, her hands shaking as she tucks her skirt into itself. It feels like forever as Sebek pulls off her panties, slick clinging to the fabric. The garments end up somewhere on the floor; Silver doesn't really care. All she cares about at the moment is Sebek's pussy, pink and wet and right in front of her .
Silver doesn't even notice as she falls to her knees, transfixed by the scent and sight of Sebek. Tenderly, she reaches up a hand, gently spreading the outer folds with two fingers, watching it twitch.
Wordlessly, Silver looks up at Sebek through her eyelashes, asking for permission. Sebek nods with a whimper, gnawing at her bottom lip. That's all the permission Silver needs, beginning to suck and lick at Sebek like a woman starved.
The first pass of Silver's tongue through Sebek's folds is like a taste of ambrosia, sweet syrup down her throat. It leaves Silver wanting more , the drag of her tongue becoming more frantic. Sebek moans when Silver pushes her tongue in , grasping at her hair.
"S-Silver, please," she whines, her hips bucking up against Silver's chin. Silver obliges, pushing her tongue in as far as it can go, adding two fingers to the mix. Sebek sobs in pleasure, her thighs trembling around Silver's head. "Please- I'm close- my clit, Silver, please -"
Silver closes her lips around Sebek's clit, her fingers still thrusting through Sebek's wet, and sucks on it. Hard . Sebek makes a noise, somewhere between a moan and a roar, her release splashing on Silver's face. Silver licks it up, greedily, only stopping once Sebek pulls her head away, overstimulated.
"That was fast," Silver grins, teasingly licking the slick off of her fingers.
"Shut up," Sebek grumbles, flushed.
So Silver does, standing back up to perch on Sebek's lap.
Her lips trail along Sebek's skin, down her neck and along her collarbone, biting gently and licking soothingly. Every noise that Sebek makes is heavenly to Silver's ears, little gasps and moans and purrs like a symphony.
Somehow, when Silver wasn't paying attention, Sebek's tail wound itself around her waist, the muscled appendage squeezing her with each bite. Silver gives it a teasing touch, smiling as Sebek moans.
Silver's other hand fiddles with the hem of Sebek's blouse, unsure of whether to continue or not. Luckily, Sebek decides for her, grabbing said hand and pushing it upward, under her blouse, to grasp Sebek's breast. And holy shit , she's not wearing a bra.
Sebek's breast is soft and heavy in Silver's hand, and Silver can't draw her eyes away from it. She fondles it, the nipple peaking under her touches, and Sebek buries her head in Silver's shoulder, embarrassed. She mumbles something along the lines of "don't stare, it's rude" into the skin.
Quickly, before Sebek can react, Silver pulls Sebek's shirt off, adjusting her perch on Sebek's lap to suckle at the breast closest to her. Sebek makes a confused noise that turns into a moan, squirming as Silver licks at her breasts.
"Ah- Sil- ver, please ," Sebek whines breathlessly, claws digging into Silver's thighs as she ruts against her. "St-stop teasing me."
Silver's eyes snap open, and suddenly she's nose-to-nose with Sebek. To her credit, Sebek doesn't flinch at the movement. Anticipation thrums through Silver's body, and she can feel her cock throbbing against her thigh. Even so, her gaze turns solemn.
"Are you sure about this, Sebek?" Silver knows she had been a little pushy earlier, so she wants to ensure that Sebek isn't going along with this just because Silver wants to- she wants to be sure that Sebek wants this as much as she does.
"Y-yes, I'm sure," she responds, quiet but unyielding. Silver grins, leaving a peck on Sebek's cheek before she stands up. Silver tries to ignore the ache between her thighs as she digs through her bedside drawer.
"Aha!" she exclaims, retrieving a wrapped condom from the drawer. After a few moments of deliberation, she also grabs a small, half-empty bottle of lube. Just in case.
Gently, Silver places the items on the bed beside Sebek.
"So… how do you want to do this?" she asks softly, her thumb stroking Sebek's bared legs. Sebek stammers, her face bright red, trying and failing to gather her words. Instead, she grabs Silver's hips, rolling over onto her back and pulling Silver atop her.
"Like this," Sebek murmurs. "If- if that's okay?" Silver nods immediately, maybe a bit too excitedly, but Sebek giggles a little and Great Seven, she's so in love .
Silver kicks off her sweatpants and panties, then pulls off her shirt. The air on her skin is cold, but she can manage for the time being. She rolls on the condom, hissing at the friction.
Silver props herself above Sebek, one hand planted squarely beside Sebek's ear while the other holds her cock steady.
"Are you ready?" Silver murmurs, arousal thick in her voice.
"Ye-yeah, hurry up," Sebek hisses, her hips bucking up against nothing.
Slowly, carefully, Silver presses in, enraptured by the sight of Sebek stretching wide to accommodate her girth. Sebek is warm and wet and soft around her, and Silver trembles with the effort it takes to avoid coming right then and there . She has to still herself, looking up at Sebek.
Sebek's looking back at her, gaze filled with concern. Silver shakes her head, smiling slightly, answering the unspoken question.
"I just… need a sec…" Silver sighs, her hand unconsciously grasping at the bedsheets. "How about you, Sebek? Are you alright?"
"Yeah…"
Silver takes a couple of deep breaths, focusing on her breathing rather than the pleasure dancing up her spine. After a few moments, she feels a little further from the edge, and resumes pushing inside Sebek.
Even through the rubber of the condom, Sebek's velvety walls are impossibly wet and warm, thrumming with Sebek's racing heartbeat. Or maybe Silver's feeling her own pulse through her cock -- she decides it doesn't really matter though.
After a little while, a bit of readjustment, and countless kisses, Silver finally bottoms out, warmth surrounding her entire length.
"Ah- Sebek -" she moans, rocking forward a little. "You feel so good …"
Sebek responds with moans of her own, her clawed fingers digging into the unfortunate bedsheets. Silver's hand, no longer needed to keep her cock steady, drifts up to lift Sebek's leg. Her blunt nails scrape gently down the soft flesh, feeling the muscle deceptively hidden underneath.
Silver's eyes rise to meet Sebek's, and Sebek nods with a smile. Silver smiles in return. She can't quite believe she's really getting to do this.
Her first thrusts are shallow, gentle, becoming accustomed to the sensation. But she can tell Sebek's getting a bit impatient, and her thrusting becomes deeper, stronger.
Sebek's moans are near-constant, reaching a crescendo with each snap of Silver's hips. And while Sebek's noises are so, so pretty, Silver worries that if she gets any louder, a well-meaning but oblivious dormmate might stumble in on them.
Silver leans over, propping Sebek's raised leg over her shoulder, murmuring soft encouragements as she repositions them to close the distance between their faces.
Silver kisses Sebek wetly, swallowing down each beautiful noise. The new position lets Silver reach even further inside Sebek, hitting a spot that causes her to let out a strangled moan, clenching down on Silver.
Sebek comes with a wail, her clawed nails digging scratches into Silver's shoulders. The pain sends a final surge of pleasure through Silver's body, and she bites the junction of Sebek's neck and shoulder as she stills, releasing into the condom.
The room is very still and quiet, all of a sudden, the only sound their heavy breaths and the ticking of Silver's various alarm clocks.
Silver flops onto her side, moving sluggishly to take off the condom and tie it closed, dropping it into the trashcan right beside her bed. Once she's done, she turns back to Sebek, gazing softly at her lover.
Silver lifts a hand to cup Sebek's cheek when she returns the gaze, tenderly thumbing away the tear streaks on Sebek's face. Those enchanting golden-green eyes soften with a smile, and Sebek nuzzles into Silver's palm.
They bask in the afterglow for a while, simply soaking in each others' presence, but as it fades, so does whatever had numbed Silver's pain, and she's rudely reminded of the scratches on her shoulders. She winces, and Sebek of course notices. Wordlessly, Sebek gets up and retrieves a first aid kit from underneath the bed, motioning for Silver to sit up and turn around.
Silver does, hissing softly as Sebek applies antibiotic ointment and gently wraps bandages around Silver's upper back and chest. Silver briefly bemoans how the bandages obscure what little volume her chest had grown, but then she sees the bite mark she'd left on Sebek's throat, and gestures for Sebek to sit down beside her.
Silver gently cleans the wound, mindful of how Sebek seems to shiver when she accidentally presses down on the bite mark. It doesn't take long, and Silver slowly brushes her fingers through Sebek's hair in the silence.
The quiet is comfortable, but Silver's thoughts gnaw at her. She can't help wondering if Sebek really wanted this, if Sebek was just trying to appease her, or even worse, if Sebek didn't enjoy it at all.
Her thoughts must show on her face, though, because Sebek leans down to press a soft, chaste kiss on her lips.
"Stop overthinking, Silver," she murmurs. "I had a great time, and I would like to do something like this again if we get the chance."
"Really?" Silver's heart swells. Sebek nods with a smile, softly kissing Silver again. This time, Silver lets herself linger, basking in her girlfriend's warm embrace. Silver deepens the kiss a bit, simply because she can't help herself, and she soaks up the feeling of Sebek on her tongue.
It's slow and soft and comfortable, leisurely since they're no longer chasing orgasm. After a few moments, Sebek withdraws her tongue, mouthing just three words against Silver's lips, and Silver's heart melts.
I love you .
Silver smiles, and returns the whispered words.
They break, and Silver lets herself bask in the pure adoration in Sebek's eyes. Unfortunately, she finds herself yawning before too long, her eyelids suddenly turning heavy. Sebek shakes her head fondly, tugging gently on Silver's arm when she lies down in the bed.
Silver joins her girlfriend, snuggling into her warm embrace. They're both sweaty and naked, but she doesn't care, and Sebek's tail flicks the bedsheets up over them. Silver grows drowsy within seconds, and right before she feels herself falling asleep, she whispers to Sebek:
"Thank you, love…"