Amaranthine

CHAPTER 11

“Cait! You promised,” Lira whined, stationed behind a control panel in one of the Coliseum’s Onyxiron multipurpose rooms.

“Okay, yeah, I did, but this thing is what, basically just a cancer gun?” Cait replied, gesturing nervously at the sinister green glow emanating from the mounted blaster.

“Ideally, yes!” Lira beamed. “Newest thing from MedCorps!”

“Don’t sound so happy about that. Should have known they didn’t take ‘do no harm’ too seriously when they pulled out that Saw trap of an anal probe.”

“Oh, yeah, the Bunker is where the Hippocratic Oath goes to die. On the X, please?” Lira responded, voice sweet as sugar.

“Listen. I want to help with weapons testing. But we do have an Altered that could get rid of cancer on base right? I know that’s not in Dawn’s wheelhouse.”

“Yeah! Honestly, if you weren’t so aggravatingly invulnerable MedCorps could probably take care of anything themselves. But, since you are, Witch Doctor could do some magic bullshit. The X, babe?”

Sighing, Cait stood on the X. Lira’s grin widened to the same terrifying manic proportions it always did when she talked Cait into more weapons testing. She slammed her fist down on a big red button with gusto.

Cait had never stood in front of a microwave with the door open, but as the glow from the blaster intensified exponentially, she imagined it must feel something like this. It was like a hot, dry wind, slamming into her and making her hair stand on end. And, as far as she could tell, that was it.

“Okay, Metric,” she addressed Lira, using her codename for this. “Scan me right the fuck now.”

The bright green of Lira’s eyes became teal as they glowed faintly blue. She frowned.

Its fucked up that I have no idea if that means she’s sad I have cancer now, or if she’s sad the gun didn’t work.

“One of these days, I’ll kill you, I swear to god.” Lira muttered, loud enough Cait knew she was supposed to hear.

“Hey!”

“Its my job!” Lira explained, smiling sweetly and bouncing over to grab Cait around the waist and looking up at her. “I promise, until I do, the sex will be excellent.”

“How does none of this translate to the bedroom? For such a sadist, you’re an excellent sub.”

Lira’s entire demeanor changed, sending a chill down her spine, and, if she was being honest, a shock to her cock. That sweet smile took on a wicked edge, and her eyes turned hard. She brought a hand up to cup Cait’s chin, gently but firmly pulling it down an inch towards her.

“Do you want me to take control, kitten?”

Up until ‘kitten’, Cait was leaning towards yes. It’d be new, and Lira had never been anything less than fantastic at the things they’d tried. But using the terminology Cait remembered finding in her mom’s hidden smut when she was 12 killed any inclination she had to be submissive towards the redhead.

Moving quickly, Cait grabbed Lira’s thighs just below her ass, picking her up and pressing her back against the wall. Lira yelped, the speed of the role reversal and the chilly Onyxiron wall taking her off guard. Cait grinned down into her wide eyed expression. She pressed her forehead to hers.

“If you want control, you’ll have to actually be able to take it,” she said, letting a little bass creep into her voice. Its all playacting after all, might as well get into it.

Cait leaned down, bringing her lips to meet Lira’s softly, before pressing her head back against the wall with the force of her kiss. She felt Lira’s hand move from her shoulder to wind itself into her hair, pulling her closer, begging her not to break away.

Cait’s comm actually rang, and she groaned. She’s set it to only actually make sounds when Director Swan was calling, everyone else could wait.

“I swear to god, if I got gash guarded by Beth just so she could jump your bones, you will remember this as my villain origin story,” complained Lira, dropping her cheek to rest against Cait’s breasts. The Amazon kept her pinned to the wall, on the off chance this would be quick.

“Director?” she answered, the comm swirling into being in her hand.

“Cait! I believe I owed you a meeting, one where we could discuss…. Everything.”

That word had some heat on it, and Cait was pretty sure Lira could feel her cock twitch as she remembered the Director’s promise before they’d left to hunt Ironhide.

Lira’s head shot up, locking eyes with Cait in a scowl.

‘No. Fucking. Way.’ She mouthed silently, shaking her head.

Cait just smiled down at her, shrugged, and let her legs drop to the floor. She waved behind her as she left the room.

“Why yes, Director. You do owe me.”

The chuckle Director Swan gave before she hung up the phone made sure Cait’s walk to her apartment was visibly awkward for everyone.

Cait’s upper head caught up with her lower one on the elevator ride up to the penthouse. She didn’t feel bad about leaving Lira like that, that was comedy, and honestly the ‘revenge’ Lira took on her later was liable to be hot as hell. But she’d been linked up to Kennedy too often lately to miss the discomfort of the girl when her mom entered the little dance they were all doing.

Man, fuck feelings.

The elevator open, and Cait’s vision snapped to the Director. The woman was naked, laying back across one of the red leather couches in her living room. Cait’s eyes drank in cream white skin, stark against the crimson backdrop, and every other glorious treat the Director’s body had on offer.

Then, in a first for her, she sighed and sat down on the couch opposite Elizabeth. It wasn’t often the Director looked confused, but that did it.

“Cait?” she asked, genuine concern in her voice. Cait smiled back at her. Honestly, she’d have been worried about herself too.

“Don’t think I’m gonna follow through on this, Director,” Cait explained, allowing a bit of regret to creep into her voice as her eyes traced the elegant line of Elizabeth’s neck down to those magnificent boobs.

The Director actually smiled then, wide and bright. She rose, and walked over, pulling Cait’s chin up so her eyes met her own, rather than being locked on the sway of her hips. Elizabeth bent down, tantalizingly close, then kissed Cait on the forehead.

“Good girl,” she said, and sat on her lap.

Cait laid a hand on the smooth skin of her hip, and the way her fingers sunk into its plush warmth nearly made her melt. She looked up into The Director's dark eyes, kind, sad, and more than a a little amused.

She's enjoying how hard this is for me.

The Director shifted her hips a bit, lips parting just the slightest bit as her clit rubbed against the tent Cait was pitching.

Scratch that, she's enjoying how hard I am.

"Not... not a no forever," Cait panted, fingers clenching and unclenching around the generous curve of Elizabeth's ass, "I just... I don't think Kennedy's actually ready for this. I know the thought of it turns her on, fuck, I can feel her going crazy right now, but that's kind of it, right? She's been closed off to all of this so long, making this kind of move..."

Elizabeth stopped the rush of Cait's words with a finger against her lips, followed quickly with her own pressed gently, almost lovingly against the other side of it. She pulled back, that same amused smirk painted on her perfect features, but with something else beneath it now. Something calmer.

"Are you trying to tell me you know my daughter better than I do, Miss Smith?" she asked, voice carrying laughter she didn't actually allow to sound.

"No, no," Cait sighed, "I just...."

This time, Elizabeth shut her up with a real kiss, hot, with all the fire Cait had expected this meeting to contain. She pushed her tongue into Cait's mouth, rocking her head back against the couch, kissing her with all she was and a need that exceeded any expectations Cait might have had. The suddeness with which she broke that kiss left a void like the aftermath of a wildfire, leaving Cait gasping for air, for composure, for her.

"That was for that kiss you surprised me with last time," she purred, pulling Cait's face gently between her breasts, before starting to rise. “Well then, I had better get dressed,”

Cait’s fingers dug into the soft skin of her hip, holding her in place.

“You don’t have to….” Cait muttered, voice nearly breaking as the cognitive dissonance of dismissing this stunning woman made its influence known.

Elizabeth laughed, and Cait let her fingers be pried off.

“I think I do, Cait,” she said, finally rising. “I’m not in the habit of torturing my Guardians.”

Cait cocked an eyebrow at that, remembering the Director’s glee at fucking with her before dinner with her parents last week.

“Well not torturing them when they don’t deserve it. You were trying to fuck your crush’s mother at the time, if I recall.”

“I’m not sure I’d characterize the dynamic in exactly those terms.” Cait shot back. By her estimation of things, Elizabeth had been the much more aggressive of the pair during this flirtation.

“Hmm, well, the difference would be semantic, I suppose,” the Director responded, pulling on a slinky black dress from where it had been discarded behind the couch. She walked back over to Cait, bending towards her. Cait scowled at the beautiful expanse of cleavage the motion revealed.

“Well, Cait. Remember, I'm not waiting, but I am available,” she breathed, and Cait directed her scowl towards her face.

“ ‘Not in the habit of torturing my employees’, my ass.”

Elizabeth laughed, patting Cait on the cheek.

“Now, get the fuck out of my apartment. You’ve been a terrible call-girl, but I have ‘bitches on speed dial’.”

That got a smile out of Cait, and, still not believing she was passing this up, even just for now, she hopped back into the elevator with a wave.

She checked her phone to find a flood of messages from Lira.

L: i cannot believe you

L: you cant just leave girls wet

L: we will get sick

L: for real

L: turquoise twat is a real disease

L: its in the dsm iv

L: whos your least favorite person on campus

L: I don’t give a fuck if its austin

L: even twinky baristas wouldn’t pass this up

L: idiot

C: pass

L: !!!

L: you bitch!

C: where are you?

L: your room, obviously

L: laying in ambush

L: waiting

L: with a knife

C: cant promise bloodplay will work out the way you hope, but youre welcome to try

Lira did, as threatened, stab Cait in the chest. Kudos to her, she had moved to the Palace entryway, so it was actually a surprise. The real shock, however, came when Lira scraped the tip of the knife down Cait’s skin, slicing through the scarlet tube top she’d been wearing.

“Whoops! Looks like we’re gonna have to go back to your room….” Lira ran her eyes over Cait’s exposed torso before smirking up at her.

“Oh you bitch,” Cait chuckled. She picked Lira up, holding her sideways, tummy against her chest.

“Could always just wear you,” she teased, making for the stairwell.

“Only thing you’re gonna wear me like is a condom!” Lira said, slapping at Cait’s ass. “Get a move on!”

Cait sprinted up the stairs, carrying Lira awkwardly. It was becoming her favorite way to put the redhead off guard, and she was good and giggly by the time Cait burst through the door into the apartment. It was empty for once, so Cait grinned and threw her onto the couch.

Lira, somehow, pulled out of the tight green top she’d been wearing mid-air, and her perky tits bounced along with her as she landed. Cait took a second to applaud as Lira looked up at her, eyebrow cocked suggestively.

“Fucking Ta-dah!” she cried, throwing her arms wide. Then she beckoned, and Cait followed. She caught her beckoning finger in her mouth, kissing softly at the tip before pulling the wrist to her hip and letting her lips meet Lira’s.

Lira moaned into the kiss, less from the touch of Cait’s lips than from her hips, as Cait let her weight press her hard bulge between Lira’s legs.

“I can’t say you waited patiently,” she said, barely breaking contact with Lira’s mouth, “but you did wait, and its time to teach you about delayed gratification.”

She brought her lips down to Lira’s neck, and felt the redhead move a hand off of her ass to start to shimmy out of her leggings. Cait caught the offending hand, pinning it behind Lira’s back as she reached down and tore the leggings open.

“Hey!” Lira mewled. “I liked these! YOU liked these!”

“I liked that tubetop too!”

“I can make you a tubetop out of a towel!”

Cait slapped a hand over Lira’s mouth.

“Quiet, I’m trying to fuck you.”

She ignored the redhead’s eyeroll, instead shimmying down herself and hoisting her legs over her shoulders.

Lira always tasted sweet. Not, actually sweet, like sugar, but good. Cait had read somewhere that things like that were a sign of compatibility. Her relationship with Lira made her think that just might be true.

Compatibility aside, when Cait began to lick at Lira’s pussy, both of them stopped thinking about clothes immediately. It’d be difficult to determine which one was enjoying themselves more, but only if the observer had never received oral sex and therefore didn’t know it was the height of human existence.

Lira was tiny enough that Cait hadn’t had to take her hand off of her mouth to bring her own to Lira’s sex. Her moans were muffled, but Cait could feel every parting of her lips, every quickened breath. Even without that, she could feel Lira’s arousal running down her chin, and she grinned.

She rose to her knees, dropping one of Lira’s legs but keeping the other mounted on her shoulder. Cait reached down to fish herself out of her jeans, but found Lira’s hands already there, releasing her faster than Cait could have done it herself. Cait took her hand off of her mouth, bringing it around to cradle the back of Lira’s head. She lined herself up with Lira’s entrance, and leaned forward. Cait plunged deep as she brought her forehead down to meet Lira’s.

“Fuuuuckkkk yes babe,” she breathed, and kissed her deep as she started to move.

Lira’s breaths grew quick, and came in gentle mews while Cait took slow, undulating strokes in and out. She had Lira pressed down hard enough that Lira’s knee touched her own ear, only releasing the pressure enough for her to take a breath, before keeping up the rhythmic pounding. It was a pace Cait could have kept up for an hour pre-alteration, and now….

Well, Lira was the limiting factor. No-one was counting minutes, but it wasn’t too many before Lira’s free leg caught Cait’s ass on a thrust, holding her deep. Cait could feel the tell tale quivers of Lira’s orgasm, and let herself be pulled in, pulsing her hips but not moving one inch of herself from Lira’s core. She let Lira finish, the redhead’s eyes clenched tight as her fingernails dug into Cait’s invulnerable back.

“Ready for more?” she asked, as Lira looked up at her with climax-borne love in her eyes. Those bright green jewels flashed as she nodded, biting her lip in anticipation.

“Good,” Cait responded. She rose to her feet, still hilted inside Lira. The girl quivered with each step as Cait walked them into the bedroom.

As they entered the room, Cait popped Lira off of herself, earning a pathetic mewl from the girl before Cait threw her on the bed. The redhead frowned cutely at her from her new position, arms outstretched towards Cait. Her eyes went wide as Cait grabbed one of those arms, flipping her around so that her head was at the foot of the bed. The Amazon lined her cockhead up with Lira’s mouth, and the girl giggled, giving the tip a playful kiss before opening wide.

With a ‘mmph!’ she accepted Cait’s length into her throat, the big girl groaning as she felt the tight muscle stretch to accommodate her. She reached down, pinning Lira’s neck in place as she began ti slowly rock her hips, fucking her throat like a fleshlight. Cait looked down at the girl splayed out before her, smirking as she felt her hands lock on her asscheeks. Lira looked amazing, even without her pretty face, but her poor puffy red pussy had been getting plenty of abuse.

Cait ran her fingers along her tongue, getting them nice and wet before pressing the heel of her palm to Lira’s clit, and beginning to circle her wet middle finger around the twitching ring of her asshole. Lira let out a hungry hum around Cait’s shaft, pulling on her cheeks as Cait hooked the finger into her hole.

The initial discomfort stopped Lira from being an active participant in the proceedings for a moment, but Cait kept up the pressure, dipping her finger in and out of her ass while her palm circled Lira’s clit. After a minute, Lira was back to pulling Cait down her throat while her asshole happily twitched around Cait’s finger.

They continued like that for a few minutes, Cait luxuriating in the tight velvet suction Lira was providing, while getting her cock good and lubed for what came next. She finally pulled out, resting her drool covered cock on Lira’s face while the girl gasped in recovery. Cait grinned down at her, bouncing the heavy meatstick against her cheek as Lira shook off the cockdrunk haze Cait had throatfucked into her.

“All fours, slut,” Cait commanded, and Lira finally mirrored her grin as she complied, flipping around to arch her back, wiggling her ass playfully at Cait. The Amazon slid up to her, laying one hand possessively on her hip as the other guided her head to press against Lira’s asshole. She rolled her hips forward, catching Lira’s rim, before she purposefully let it slide up Lira’s crack, drawing a glare and a dissatisfied hmph from the girl.

“Don’t be like that, babe,” Cait teased, her smile turning cruel as she realigned on target, feeling Lira’s ready hole kiss her cockhead. “I know you gotta use this sometimes. Last chance to back out before I fucking wreck it.”

Lira’s scowl turned into a defiant grin, and she pressed back hard against Cait, taking the first few inches into her ass with a pop! immediately, her eyes crossed and her face scrunched up. The tight, warm hug of her asshole around Cait’s cock was indescribable, but the Amazon still had to hold back, sighing as she patted the girl gently on her enormous ass.

“Damn it, Lira, you’d think you’d learn. Bigger than you thought?”

A nod, Lira’s face going through all the stages of grief with a few additions related to pleasure and pain thrown in for good measure.

Cait grabbed her fiery ponytail, pulling hard, forcing Lira to rear back onto her knees, pushing another inch of Cait inside and making Lira let out a long, confused groan. Cait brought her mouth down to Lira’s ear.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be quick.”

An hour later, Cait let her grip on Lira’s ponytail relax letting her slump face first into the bed as her cum bubbled out of the girl’s abused asshole. She lightly slapped the exhausted redhead’s glorious ass, before flopping down beside her on the bed.

“Didn’t you say, hah, you were going to teach me about delayed gratification?” she gasped into the mattress, too tired to even take her ass out of the air. “I came like, nine fucking times after that stopped hurting.”

“Maybe I’m just a bad teacher,” Cait replied, chuckling as she stroked a finger gently along Lira’s spine.

“No, no,” Lira placated, turning enough to fix one green eye on Cait. “I think I just need more lessons.”

Cait could see the corner of a smirk on Lira’s flushed face.

“Well I’m actually still free, so……”

“Nope!” Lira yelled, finally letting her ass slump to the mattress. “Learned enough today!”

She smiled at Cait with tired eyes.

“Its like, 4 o clock, but I want to pass out.”

“I’ll cuddle up with you if you wanna nap,” Cait said, returning her smile. She wasn’t tired, but Lira had been a trooper.

The redhead took her up on it, wiggling into Cait’s arms, sighing as she rested her head on Cait’s bicep. Cait rested her chin on top of Lira’s head.

“I, uh, turned down Director Swan today,” she said, wincing.

“You WHAT!?” yelled Lira, suddenly awake. “Are you insane?”

“Heh, maybe.” Cait responded, letting Lira pull herself out of her arms to glare at her. “But you haven’t been linked up to Kennedy as often as I have recently. I think I get what you were trying to do there, and I even think it worked to begin with, but it isn’t now. And Lira, I want to make this work. With both of you.”

Lira’s glare softened, then fell away. She cuddled back into the hollow of Cait’s neck.

“Me too,” she said softly. Cait expected her to continue, but she didn’t. Soon, the steady brush of her breath on her chest told her she’d found sleep. Cait closed her eye, spending the next hour or two in meditation, before her comm buzzed in her head. She summoned it into the hand Lira wasn’t laying on, and saw a text from an unknown number.

Q: It’s Qi

Q: Dinner?

Well well well, if it isn’t the consequences of my actions.