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  Sara Brown

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  Sara lost her little gamble. That was impressive, because she hadn’t even known she was gambling. She’d gone to bed fully intending to go comatose until someone kicked her awake. But an hour after passing out with one st teasing remark to Evie, her eyes snapped open as she was torn out of a very certain kind of dream.

  She was still tired. That meeting had been exhausting.

  It just turned out that she was perfectly capable of being both utterly beaten down and devastatingly horny.

  And who could bme her? For two women who never left an important meeting in Tulian without getting off once or twice, this journey had been hard on Sara and Evie. Hell, that tradition of fucking her business partenrs had continued even after the government had expanded beyond Sara’s inner circle. With Vesta, Oddry, Ketch, Hurlish, Nora, Shale, and the underground BDSM group they were fostering, it had been months since Sara had been in a room where at least one person wasn’t half-distracted by the thought of either getting filled by her or filling her, and she almost always obliged. Even on the rare occasions Evie didn’t join some of those rendezvous directly, she usually stepped into the next room and slipped her colr on, feeling Sara’s cock plunging into tight heat as if it were own.

  So it wasn’t a surprise that Evie had slipped into the same sleeping bag as Sara, shoving her head up under her shirt so she could nuzzle her face between Sara’s breasts, only barely turning her head far enough aside that she wouldn’t end up smothered. Her pelvis was thrown against Sara’s, legs locked around her hips, and both of her hands were tangled in Sara’s hair, elbows locked to hold her close.

  I need something special to make it up to her, Sara decided. Twelve hours- fourteen, now- necessitated an apology. She didn’t use her Blessings on her wife as a general rule, but tapping into them just the slightest bit, she could feel the tension radiating off Evie’s sleeping body. It had been over twelve hours since the poor girl had been fucked. And that had been a brief one, when Sara had abused one family’s hospitality to use their home’s charcoal-heated water tub to bathe before the meeting. All she’d done was stuff a sweaty shirt in Evie’s mouth so the vilge wouldn’t hear her screaming as Sara ate her out, which hadn’t been enough for either of them.

  In a vague, blurry way, Sara remembered a time when she’d been concerned her goddess-blessed body could be considered addictive. That she’d be forced into situations like this not just because of the requirement of Evie’s colr to ‘dedicate’ herself each day to Sara. She hadn’t liked the thought of turning people into a crack addict for her body.

  She’d given up on that line of thinking a while ago.

  Not because it wasn’t true, but because it was unavoidable. She’d not once, ever, fucked someone who said “Oh, that was nice, but I don’t think I’m up for a round two.” Hells, random women that she and Hurlish had smmed up against the wall of a skeevy bar’s bathroom wall usually showed up at the Peasant’s Theater a few days ter, tongue-tied and sweating as they fumbled their way through terrible lies about why they “needed” to speak with the Governess.

  Men, women, and even a few genderqueer sorts Sara had stumbled across, they all told her the same thing. That whatever she’d done to them, whatever she’d treated them to, it wasn’t just sex. It was something else, something that a word didn’t exist for. How they described the actual act varied. Some men said that being inside her, feeling her hips roll against theirs, was like being buried in the fmes of an angel, every twitch driving the fire further across their skin. Others said that it had felt as if her cock had filled their entire vision, hiding all the world beyond an overwhelming, almost painful desire to see its cum, to feel Sara cum, to feel her pump throb after throbbing load into their bodies wherever it could fit, as if there would never be anything they needed again. Hells, she’d even met an agender person, a lovely person with a raging libido and no genitals at all, who cimed that eating her out was like ‘licking the face of a god,’ whatever the hell that meant.

  So when they showed up at her doorstep, knees clenched and a pitiful need in their eyes, Sara always found time for a second round. The second time, though, she’d make a point of telling them that it was going to be the st. Interestingly, even amongst the neediest, most desperate of them, none had objected. They’d just end up cumming even harder, as if their bodies knew to wring every drop from her divine form they could.

  Only then could they go on their way, seemingly content. When Sara tracked them down ter to chat, they’d told her that the cravings, the need they’d felt, that pounding, all-consuming desire in their gut that filled their hazy minds with thoughts of her cock or pussy for hours on end, had vanished.

  It wasn’t some explicit Skill Sara had, either the addiction or her ability to put a stop to it. It was just that sex with her really did feel that good. Fucking Sara was as if heroin’s only side effect was a solid leg and core workout.

  Thankfully, she’d had consistent enough experience curbing the addiction’s symptoms that she’d been reassured she could keep her more casual flings going. That had been a relief, and not just for her. Before her pregnancy had gotten too far along, Hurlish had developed a habit of dragging her wives on lesbian bar crawls every so often, trying to find the butchest woman they could wring a teary, squealing orgasm out of, or to get the femmest, most timid bottom imaginable looping a chain around their knuckles for a better grip as they jerked Evie into position between their knees.

  Those bar crawls had been plenty of fun, and Sara suspected they’d single-handedly expanded the sexual variety of Tulian as a result, so it had been good to know that particur hobby wasn’t out of the cards. Once she’d learned to tell her partners ahead of time that this would be their only experience with her, the te-night door knocking had dropped off precipitously.

  In the end, the only woman in Tulian they’d yet found incapable of domming Evie was Ketch. The poor girl just didn’t have it in her, at least not once the scent of Sara’s arousal was in the air, shoving the diminutive azarketi’s higher brain functions from a three-story window. Sara had always wanted to leave the pair on their own some day, locking them in a room just to see who would finally end up getting serviced by the other. Hurlish’s bet was that they’d just end up fingering themselves while squirming on the same bed, but Sara wasn’t so sure. She thought Evie wasn’t a bottom at heart; it was simply that taking any kind of lead when her Master and Mistress were present was unthinkable. After all, Sara had argued, Evie was far from submissive in her day-to-day life. On her own, uninfluenced by her ‘owners,’ Sara thought there was the makings of a damn good dom there.

  Sara was distracting herself. What her exhausted meandering had meant to angle towards was how, exactly, she could give Evie something to make up for the dry spell. Unlike her casual flings, her feline wife had never been someone Sara could just say ‘hey, this is gonna be the st time, so enjoy it while you can.’

  She had several people like that, of course, her frequent partners. Hurlish was addicted to Sara’s body, obviously. Vesta, Oddry, Ketch, they were, too. It felt too good to get filled, to taste her, for them to accept going very long without it. When Sara was in the city, three days was pushing it, four or five days was irritating, while a week was usually when Sara could start expecting to get her bones jumped in her own home, her partners letting themselves in with their spare key.

  That said, for them it wasn’t an addiction like most people thought of it. It wasn’t like her partners went into withdrawal without her, with all the symptoms one imagined. It was more like a psychological addiction, like… like they’d been denied their favorite food, entertainment, and hobby all at once. Who wouldn’t get irritated in that situation? Sara couldn’t bme Ketch for getting uppity when Sara couldn’t find the time for it.

  But Evie was different.

  Evie was addicted.

  Sara watched it develop through the day. Her wife’s sharp gaze, so maligned through the army’s ranks for its keenness in picking out hidden fws, began to lose its edge. She began to walk closer and closer to Sara, until their hips were nearly bumping on every step, which invariably led to her tail coiling around Sara’s hips, her thighs, threatening to trip her. Soon Evie would be leaning against Sara every time they stopped walking, first shoulder to shoulder, then Evie’s front against Sara’s back, arms wrapped around her stomach. When it progressed to the point that Evie stepped around Sara, grinding her ass into Sara’s crotch while settling the back of her head between her breasts, waiting until no one was looking so she could lean her head upward, straight upward, looking at Sara with half-focused, almost confused eyes, she knew it was time to find somewhere private. What Hurlish had fondly nicknamed the “ass-attack stage” was when Evie’s need for girlcock had reached its absolute limit. They wouldn’t be getting anything productive out of her until something had been shoved inside her.

  An idea fshed into Sara’s head, inspired by the day’s many events. She started to try and sneak a hand out around Evie, aiming for her bag, before she remembered there was no point.

  Instead Sara tucked her chin low, lips pressed into the fluff of Evie’s ears as she whispered.

  “Colr yourself.”

  Before Evie’s eyes even opened, her hand darted down to her bag, smming the colr onto her neck. Her fingers nimbly fastened the lock into pce while her eyelids blearily creaked open, confusion taking her over.

  “Master…? What time is-”

  “Stay silent and finish putting your colr on. When I finish giving you my commands, you’ll recall nothing of your orders, thinking you just woke up.”

  Evie’s entire body rolled hard against Sara, her breath rasping out in a silent moan that the colr wouldn’t let her give voice to.

  As they left the circle of torches, giving nods to the Guards like they were going off for a quick patrol of the area, Sara pressed her lips to Evie’s ears, tickling their fur with each muttered word.

  “You don’t remember that there have ever been contraceptives in this world,” she purred, inspired by recent events. “You only remember me eating you out, fingering you, and anal, and you think we’re out of lube.” Sara paused, realizing something. “Also, you don’t know what pulling out is. Not like it works, anyway. Now, we’re going to find a nice empty house on the far side of town, and I’m going to pick you up in my arms. When I do, you’ll think that’s the moment you woke up, that I carried you all the way there.”

  Evie, still aware of the orders yet unable to voice a word about them, nodded shakily. She was a smart girl. She knew what Sara was pnning.

  They slipped into the farthest, most isoted house they could find. Its interior was almost identical to the others; just wooden floors, furniture, and walls, with a few straw-stuffed cushions thrown about the pce. Sara didn’t much care for the amenities one way or another. Not with what she had pnned.

  Evie’s eyes widened as Sara darted toward her, grinning evilly. Evie instinctively tried to step away even as her thighs clenched eagerly, and then she was up in Sara’s arms, eyes blinking open.

  “M-master?” She mumbled, scratching an eye. “What are we doing up?”

  “Well I wasn’t going to fuck you in front of all the vilgers,” Sara said, spinning Evie around. She dropped the smaller girl without warning, shoving her into the wall.

  “I-I appreciate that-” Evie’s voice hitched up as Sara’s lips fell to her skin, pressing a deep kiss to the meeting point of her shoulder and neck.

  Sara wasted no time in sliding her hands up Evie’s shirt, running her palms along the feline’s ribs. Evie’s head tucked into her as Sara began sucking a hickey into her skin, pulling a small whimper from her throat.

  “Gods, I need this so fucking bad,” Sara muttered, her breath rustling right over Evie’s ear. “You have no idea how fucking good you feel.”

  “T-that’s not t-true,” Evie breathed. “I c-can feel it right now. Through you. Through t-the colr.”

  “Yeah,” Sara purred, “you can know what your skin feels like, but you can’t feel just how fucking much I love touching you.”

  Evie’s only response was to shudder, slumping harder against the wall.

  Sara continued to pick her wife apart, peeling her clothes off yer by yer. She could have taken more time, could have teased and edged and down a million other things to get Evie riled up, but it almost wasn’t worth it.

  She was already gone.

  When Sara put a knee between her legs, Evie didn’t grind on it. She fell, all but colpsing as the barest brush of Sara’s touch robbed her body of its strength. She tried to look up at Sara, maybe to say something, but then the hand under her shirt found her breast and her head fell to the side, eyes losing focus as a tight little whine came out of her throat. When Sara’s thumb reached up to brush a nipple, her entire body twitched as if she’d been shocked, her fingers suddenly cwing at the muscles of Sara’s back.

  Her eyes were hazy, her breath slow and hitching. Even with Sara’s leg supporting her weight, she rocked forward and back, side to side, kept from falling to the floor only by Sara’s guiding hands.

  Sara’s cock grew hard in her pants as Evie continued to grind on her leg. Her wife felt it, saw it grow, and instinctively took a long and deep breath through her nose, holding the scent of arousal in her lungs for as long as she could before letting her breath out in a low, long groan.

  “P-p-please…” Evie whined, her limp limbs trying and failing to drag Sara closer. “I-I need it, M-Master. Please.”

  Rather than respond, Sara simply stopped supporting Evie. The poor girl tried to bance, tried to keep herself from tipping over, but all her grace, all her power, all of it had been drowned in a sea of dripping arousal.

  Evie fell onto her side and hit the wood hard, sliding off Sara’s knee like a drunk whore. She immediately began to drag her way back up, hooking her cws in Sara’s pants legs to give herself the grip needed to steady herself, but Sara didn’t let it go much further.

  Instead, she put her own back to the wall and slid down, dragging Evie up into her p. Even though she was still clothed from head to toe, she whined with delight, grinding her hips hard against Sara’s cock.

  “G-gods,” she whispered, some part of her aware she shouldn’t be waking the whole vilge. “I need it. I need it so bad, Sara.”

  “You need what, exactly? Sara asked tauntingly.

  “You cock,” Evie groaned, head falling back as Sara thrust her hips up just a touch. “Your cock, master. I need it in me. Put it in me, please.”

  Far be it for Sara to be known as a bad Master. She slid her hands back up under Evie’s shirt and, this time, she didn’t stop. She threw the garment off into the air, then reached down, going for Evie’s pants.

  “Yes,” Evie panted, “Yes, yes, yes. Oh gods, yes.” She chanted the words over and over again as she turned to Sara’s own clothes, dragging Sara’s shirt off for her. The sight of Sara’s tits made Evie moan again, but she didn’t stop for a second to tend to them. She had something far more important to work on.

  Sliding down Sara’s p, Evie’s hands flew to Sara’s belt loop, her hot breath rolling across Sara’s stomach as she drunkenly fumbled with the tch. She was breathing so hard her entire body moved with the motion, and on occasion Sara caught quiet, almost silent moans, the poor girl torturing herself with thoughts of what was to come.

  Finally, Sara’s cock sprung free, ten inches rising into the air, striking Evie across the cheek.

  Sara was about to say something, but she was cut off by the starving lunge of Evie’s mouth down onto her cock, filling her throat in an instant.

  Tight, bzing heat burned Sara’s thoughts away, briefly leaving nothing of her original pn. She threw her hips up into Evie’s face with a ragged groan, almost as desperate as her wife.

  Her massive cock smmed even further down Evie’s throat, choking off her air as her throat convulsed, not ready to take it all at once.

  Evie’s hands wrapped around Sara’s ass and locked in pce, refusing to allow her to retreat.

  “F-fuck,” Sara whispered as Evie began to bob her head, encouraging Sara to pump her hips into her throat. “Shit. Fucking hungry little whore, weren’t you?”

  Evie made some deliriously pleased noise in response, eyelids fluttering while her face began to redden. A lot of girls made a point to look Sara in the eye when they gave her a blowjob, doing their best to look as good as they could for her, but Evie was different. She threw all she was at Sara’s cock, forgetting all the world around her. Sara could have snapped in front of her eyes, spped her across the cheek, even screamed in her ears, none of it would have mattered. The only thing that would get through her mindless worship was losing what she so craved.

  Which was exactly why Sara grabbed a fistful of Evie’s hair and tugged, forcing her wife off her cock. She began to cough violently, but her scratchy voice had only one thing to say.

  “Noooooo,” Evie whined, pulling hard against Sara’s grip. “No, no, no. Give it back, please. Please, I-I need it, Master. I’ll be so… I’ll do anything!”

  “You’ll do what I fucking say,” Sara growled, twisting her grip on Evie’s hair.

  The girl moaned, delighting in the pain, but she still knew her pce.

  “Yes, yes, I’m sorry, Master,” she reached out, using both hands to pump Sara’s cock even while Sara kept a tight grip on her head. “What should I do? What do you need?”

  Sara didn’t answer with words. She simply lifted Evie up and dragged her forward, holding the girl over her p. She pressed her cock to the edge of Evie’s asshole, holding her wife there.

  Evie didn’t say a word. Instead she shoved a hand into her own mouth, gathering as much spit as she could for lube, massaging it onto Sara’s cock, while her other hand went to her pussy, using it for the same purpose.

  With a wicked, demeaning grin on her face, Sara dragged Evie oh-so-slightly back, pressing the head of her massive cock to a new entrance.

  Evie’s eyes widened, the first tatters of lucidity fluttering to life since they’d begun. “M-master? Wh-what are you doing?”

  Sara leaned forward, growling into Evie’s ears.

  “I’m doing whatever the fuck I want to you.”

  Evie first groaned at words, then that groan became a pintive whine as Sara shoved forward, driving the head of her cock into the soaked, velvet heat of Evie’s core.

  Evie’s hands flew forward, taking Sara’s shoulders as her entire body convulsed. As far as he was concerned right now, Sara had never fucked her anywhere but her ass and throat. Her wide eyes squeezed shut as her entire body tensed, breath held in her chest.

  But Sara knew something Evie didn’t.

  She was ready for this.

  Sara released her grip on her wife’s hair, dropping her onto her cock.

  Evie cried out with a loud, keening screech, loud enough to hurt Sara’s ears until she wrapped her hand around the back of Evie’s neck and dragged her in, burying her face in her tits.

  Evie stayed in pce, trembling, impaled on Sara’s cock. She didn’t seem to think she could take anymore of it. Sara could feel the head of her cock resting against the end of Evie’s tunnel, against her cervix, and if she could feel it, she sure as shit knew Evie could.

  “W-what about pr-pregnancy-”

  Sara wrapped her hand around Evie’s colr, cutting off her words. She lifted her slightly, just a few inches up, so she could look her in the eye.

  “Are you really going to tell me that you don’t want this?”

  “B-but-”

  Sara smmed Evie down just as she threw her hips up, burying herself as deep as she could.

  Evie’s mind abandoned her as her eyes rolled back in her head, cws popping out to draw bloody lines across Sara’s bare back.

  “Master,” she whispered hoarsely, “Master, Master please-”

  Sara dragged her up, higher this time, then smmed her back down.

  Evie came around her cock with a sobbing cry, head thrown forward as her entire body began to violently tremble. The feeling of Evie cumming on her cock, of her walls clenching down so tightly on Sara, was too much. Her restraint snapped.

  Sara fell forward, taking Evie to the floor, bent over her. Even in the midst of her orgasm, Evie’s body knew what to do, throwing her legs over Sara’s hips as she tried to drive her further inward.

  Sara obliged her. She pulled back, almost slipping out, then smmed forward, rocking Evie’s entire body with the motion.

  “Fuck!” Evie cried, tracing new bloody lines across Sara’s spine. “Fuck, Master, Sara, Master, fuck!”

  Sara started ying into her, snapping her hips so far forward that her cock rammed against Evie’s cervix every time, which seemed like it should’ve hurt, but Evie only keened louder each time, stars bursting behind her eyes at every contact. Hells, from the toys Hurlish had used on her, Sara knew having her cervix smmed did hurt like nothing else.

  Which was why Evie couldn’t get enough of it.

  As Sara threw her body against Evie’s time and time again, pinning her to the floor, Evie’s moans of delight grew louder and louder, what few words she could muster drawing towards one central theme.

  “Please,” she begged, tears at the corners of her eyes, “please, please!”

  “Please what?” Sara panted, not slowing down for a second.

  “Please cum in me, Master,” Evie whined, her entire body twisting on the rough wooden floor, overwhelmed by pleasure. “Fill me up. F-fuck me… fuck me like you did Hurlish… then… then her again… both so pregnant for you… always…”

  Sara leaned closer, looking Evie directly in the eyes, asking a question she already knew the answer to. “Is that really what you want?”

  “I don’t want it, I don’t want it,” Evie whined, shaking her head, tears falling down her cheeks, “but I need it! I need it so bad! I need y-your child in me, Master! Fuck me, shove it in me, make me yours, make everyone know it, please!”

  Sara had her needy before. She’d had her whining and begging, but this was something new. She was desperate. Pathetic. Her entire body trembled not just with desire, but with a deep, primal fear that Sara wouldn’t cum in her. She was terrified by the very idea, because she couldn’t imagine anything she wanted more than to be pumped full of Sara’s cock, to be filled with her cum. It was unlike anything else Sara could remember hearing from her wife, and that was really, really saying something.

  She probably should have thought about it more. She probably should’ve considered Evie’s reaction, her own reaction, put two and two together and decided what to do next.

  But she was balls-deep in the most beautiful woman on the pnet. The gods themselves couldn’t have pried Sara’s cock out of Evie in that moment. Both her hands flew up to the sides of Evie’s head as she fell down on top of her, forcing her tongue into Evie’s mouth as her hips flew forward one st time, burying her cock in the deepest parts of Evie’s body.

  Her world shattered.

  Searing light burst behind her eyes as the taste of her wife’s love entered her mouth, tongue tinged by the taste of the cock that was twitching, pumping, pouring cum into Evie’s womb, stuffing her full.

  Evie cried out into Sara’s mouth, spine raising off the ground while the rest of her body fell limp, sobs of deep, profound relief wracking her body. She came apart at the seams, screaming Sara’s name into her mouth, ruining the floorboards with her cws as Sara’s cock continued to shove line after line of burning-hot cum into her body, so much that it began to leak away from where they were joined, a fact that should have enraged Evie, because she needed it in her, needed all of it so, so bad, but she was so awash in bliss that not even that horrible offense could break through her joy.

  Eventually, Sara colpsed, her entire weight crashing down on Evie. She tried to roll off, knowing how much more she weighed than the smaller woman, but Evie’s limbs found the tiniest burst of strength to wrap around her, keeping her in pce.

  They y together for a time, breathing hard, lost in the haze of their mutual bliss.

  Then, slowly, Sara’s thoughts started to creep in, and she realized Evie still had happy tears wetting her cheeks.

  Happy tears from thinking she’d just gotten knocked up.

  When she actually hadn’t, because Sara and her both took their dose of contraceptive that morning.

  Uh-oh.

  “Evie?”

  “Mmfgh?”

  “Uh. Um. Take your colr off, please?”

  There was a quiet click.

  Evie’s body tensed.

  Sara winced.

  “Um. Sorry?” She whispered. “I didn’t… uh, realize you’d have such an… intense reaction to that. I thought it would be more, like, a consensual-non-consent scene, because you don’t want to get pregnant.”

  “I… don’t?” Evie murmured, confused. “If that had been true, if you really had impregnated me just then, it would have been a disaster. For nine months, I could not protect you. I could not protect Hurlish. I would have a burden on your own protection, forcing you to divert resources when you traveled away and I had to stay home, and I am perfectly happy with the child we already have…”

  “You sure?” Sara asked, lifting her head far enough away that she could reach out and brush the tears off Evie’s cheeks.

  “I…” Evie frowned. A mild frown, not overly sad, but… frustrated. “I will think about it. That is always what you say is the proper way to deal with confusing emotions. I promise I will think about it, Sara.”

  “Okay,” Sara said, pressing a gentle kiss to Evie’s lips. “Thank you.”

  “For what?”

  “For being honest with me that you didn’t know. And for saying that you’d think about it.”

  “Oh. An odd thing to thank me for, dear, my own confusion, but you are welcome nonetheless.”

  Sara chuckled and started to pull away, only to find Evie’s cws suddenly re-extending, locking her shoulders in pce.

  “No,” she hissed. “You are not leaving me empty.”

  “You do know we have to go back to camp soon, right?”

  “Lift me up and cover us both with a bnket, then. I will pretend to have fallen asleep in your arms. But you are not allowed to remove your cock from me until morning, do you understand?”

  “It’s going to go soft sooner or ter, you know.”

  Before Sara knew what was happening, she felt something cool snap into pce around her neck.

  “You will remain hard until instructed otherwise,” Evie ordered, the control band already on her wrist.

  Sara felt her cock throb, a wave of warm obedience flowing through her. She could only ugh.

  “Really? This is how we’re going to spend the night?”

  “Yes. Now, lift me up and find a suitable bnket in this home.”

  The colr compelled Sara to her feet, still gripping Evie tightly to her waist. Cum had begun to dry on both their thighs, but what was still locked inside Evie wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.

  She began waddling her way through the house, looking for a bnket that could cover them both.