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She shouldn’t technically know how to do this: Camilla and Palamedes’s idea of sex education was to get extremely uncomfortable and tell her in no uncertain terms that she should absolutely never ever never have sex because it'd be rude to whoever Nona really is. Pyrrha’s answer when she'd spoken to her had been to grin and say, “once you know who you are I’d be happy to show you,” which sounded nice but was actually the same answer as Camilla and Palamedes's but with more winking.
Obviously she already knew about sex in the abstract but they're all very firm about her not proving it. So because her beloved guardians aren't interested she’d learned other ways. She’s pressed her ears against doors, and lingered around alleys that she isn’t supposed to and even peaked into bedrooms through curtains a few times. It’s one of her little secrets that she doesn’t tell Camilla. And she learns a lot that way, watching people sex each other up all day.
“You’d think the circumstances would make people less horny,” Palamedes says to her at the store, when the very pretty woman in front of them in line bends down to stick her tongue in her girlfriend’s mouth. Nona however gets it. She can read desperation in every line of their bodies, she can see how the only possible outlet for the wild torrent of emotions running through them is each other. Which is why she isn’t surprised that the way the Corpse Prince wants her is equally fraught and terrified.
“Oh shit,” Kiriona says, eyes pinched as though in pain, though Nona knows it isn’t pain. Not physical pain at least. All she’s doing is unbuttoning her shirt. “Oh no. Oh no no, fuck. This is a bad idea.”
“I think it’ll be fun actually,” Nona says, unbuttoning her fancy shirt all the way and spreading it wide enough to see her body. Her breasts aren't nearly so nice as Crown’s but she likes the cold, corpsy muscles of her abdomen, the way they jolt under her touch, and she likes the trail of hair leading down from her bellybutton. But if she’s being honest she likes the strange jagged hole near her heart the most. It’s cute and maybe a little grotesque. She’s never seen a wound like it before, not festering but frozen the way it must've been when it killed her.
"Hello there," she says to the hole. Then she bends down to kiss it.
Kiriona makes a frightened noise, fingers curling into her blankets. All that desperation and the desire is still there. Her body screams at Nona to continue, to keep touching her just like that, but she opens her mouth and says,
“No, fuck, I can’t do this. Not with that face.”
“You like my face,” Nona explains, lifting her head, confirming it, seeing the desire for a kiss alight in her again. She leans in and gives Kiriona what she wants, kissing her on the mouth. Kiriona moans miserably and takes it for a few seconds before turning her head away. "You love my face. You want to see all of my non-face skin, too."
“Fuck, don't.”
“You’re so strange. I guess I won't strip though. Your room is really cold.” She follows Kiriona's mouth. Kiriona whines but presses her cold lips to Nona’s. The inside of her mouth is wet and cool which isn’t her favorite but maybe on a really hot summer day it might feel good.
Kiriona lifts her hands towards her but simply leaves them floating in the air near Nona’s body. The fear in her is all encompassing, the guilt. Nona feels bad for her. She lowers herself down so she’s straddling Kiriona’s leg and could rub against her body if she were in the mood to. Kiriona’s hands waver uselessly and then return to the sheets.
“She’s gonna kill me,” Kiriona says to herself, squirming underneath her. Nona obliges her by undoing her shiny boots and then her belt and pants. It’s a shame. Nona kinda liked how her pants looked on her thick thighs, she likes the prince’s entire uniform, but Kiriona’s body is begging her to hurry up, begging to be fucked.
She ignores the words coming from Kiriona’s mouth. Every I can’t and please wait and finally the sad, half-hearted don’t make me do this to her that she doesn’t really mean. Even as she says them Nona can tell that she desperately wants Nona to ignore her and continue because she knows she’ll never have a chance at this again. Poor Corpse Prince.
“Here?” Nona asks, situating herself between Kiriona’s thighs. She likes this position already and from the way Kiriona’s stomach clenches under her hand she knows it’s exactly what she wanted too. Kiriona throws her arms over her face as Nona spreads her folds with her fingers and licks at her.
Nona’s really glad she understands bodies because Kiriona is super unhelpful in this department. She’s not struggling but she’s holding herself stiff like she can fool Nona into thinking she’s having a bad time. Luckily Nona understands the honest language of flesh and she gets her mouth right where Kiriona wants it in short order, sucking gently at her clit. With one hand she teases blindly at a nipple before she slips it over to the hole in her chest because she doesn’t think Kiriona should be the only one enjoying herself. The hole is a perfect fit for her and Kiriona gasps confusedly at the feeling of those fingers inside her. The wound is cold and soft beneath her fingers but not as wet as her cunt is getting. Nona wishes she’d been warned about the fluids. Not that she minds them, she just likes to learn.
“Haaa—hot damn,” Kiriona says, voice muffled by her arm. Her thighs spread then close a bit then spread again for her and her back arches.
Nona hums her agreement which makes Kiriona give an interesting little shudder. Sex is so strange and surprising, she thinks. Full of so many interesting sounds and tastes and textures.
The hole in her chest is deeper than she suspected and the flesh to the sides of it is cold and wonderfully dead, no warm messy blood or juddering organs. She uses just the tips of her curved fingers so she can rub at a rib bone like she has her own clit on the nights when she's tried it out for herself.
Kiriona doesn’t seem to know what to make of the fingers in her wound but she definitely likes Nona’s mouth if her breathy moans are any indication. She seems almost alarmed as Nona gets her closer to orgasm, as though it’s very different from the ones she’s had before. She bites down on her knuckles when she comes to keep herself quiet.
“God, I’m so fucking sorry Harrow,” she says in a soft, wet voice. Nona moves her mouth away and kisses her thigh instead. She lets Kiriona catch her breath before she takes her fingers out of her chest and moves them down to her cunt.
Kiriona doesn’t look surprised as they slip inside, after all this is exactly what she’s silently asking for in her mournful, dejected way, but she does let loose a muffled sob. Nona gives her a soothing kiss on the belly as she works her fingers in deeper.
In the end Nona really doesn’t get why Camilla was so scared of her having sex. She happens to be really good at it.