Chapter 1: Prelude
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Citlali swore to never get close to anyone again. When her only friend—Huitzilin—grew old and died in front of her, life became absolute misery. For the next two decades, she gained the reputation of being a cruel granny that berated everyone and refused to talk to anyone on a personal level. She had no friends and spent her days rotting at home when she wasn’t doing shaman work. It felt that this sorrow would last for eternity, at least until she met Faruzan.
One of Sumeru’s top young Akademiya scholars, Faruzan, was among a group of researchers allowed into Natlan to look into ancient artifacts and related subjects. Naturally, there came a point where they would have to consult the best shaman in the Masters of the Night Wind. Faruzan ended up knocking on Granny Itztli’s door by herself because she was the youngest of the group and everyone else was too scared to approach the scary figure. Stories of the cranky old lady that was good at her job but bad with people didn’t really affect Faruzan. The student would just return any negative energy she got with equal force! That’s how she brute forced her way into becoming one of the best academics.
Faruzan rapidly and loudly knocked on Citlali’s door, only to receive no answer. So she knocked again. And again. By the fourth time, the door slowly opened and a tired pajama-clad figure opened the door. Was this her granddaughter?, thought Faruzan. But wow, she was pretty. They appeared to be around the same age and Faruzan felt her heart do a backflip.
“What do you want!?,” barks Citlali.
“Oh!” The woman’s sudden rudeness puts Faruzan off. “I’m looking for Granny Itztli, is she home right now?”
“That’s me..,” Citlali grumbles. It wasn’t uncommon for new people to get confused because of her young appearance. “What the fuck do you want? It’s early as shit..”
Her harsh language doesn’t do much to faze Faruzan, who was more confused as to why this supposed elderly woman looked so good for her age. “I’m Faruzan, a researcher from Sumeru’s Akademiya. We’re doing research into ancient artifacts and need your guidance.”
Citlali sighs loudly. “Fine, just give me a sec, Miss Faruzan.” She glances up at the person at her door and freezes. Wait, this woman was cute! The door quickly slams shut and she runs to the bathroom.
‘What the actual fuck??,’ Citlali thinks. For literal decades after her best friend died, she never even considered letting anyone in. But at the same time, this Sumeru girl was… fucking adorable!!! Her calm pastel greens soothed Citlali’s soul in the brief second she looked at her. It was similar to how Huitzilin’s calm colors made her feel, but on another level. She had never seen that hue of green before. Why was that Akademiya lady so… so gorgeous!? Were people from the Akademiya usually this beautiful? Citlali pulls herself together and changes into her usual outfit, taking extra time for her blushing to fade before heading out with the hot stranger.
The day unfolds with rather boring research conducted by the Sumeru scholars, who were beyond grateful for Citlali’s assistance. But the entire time, Granny Itztli was more concerned with the youngest student there, who she kept stealing looks at. And sometimes, Faruzan would look back. They didn’t speak directly but the tension was undoubtedly there. Neither of them were sure how to address it. However, when they all went to get dinner at Zakan’s Street Bites—the popular restaurant by the Weary Inn where the group was staying—Citlali and Faruzan ended up at the same table together because neither of them were particularly close to the others. Each desperately wanted to talk to the other too, which made breaking away from the group an easy decision. They now sat across from each other behind big plates of tatacos.
“Thank you again for your help, Miss Itztli.” Faruzan starts the conversation. Even though the older woman was mean throughout the day, she couldn’t help but gawk at her during it all. Her fluffy hair resembled candy. She smelled sweet too. Her eyes were like tiny little oceans that Faruzan so desperately wanted to swim in.
“It’s Citlali!,” the other woman snaps. Her biting tone was lessened now that she was alone with Faruzan, though. It seemed more defensive if anything. “But… you’re welcome. You seem very knowledgeable yourself.”
“Well, I have to be!,” Faruzan brags.
The conversation flows somewhat smoothly from there, with both of them talking about history and whatnot while enjoying their tatacos. However, it becomes abundantly obvious that neither of them really have a life outside of their work. It was also extremely hard for both of them to maintain eye contact without looking away and blushing.
After a while, Faruzan’s expedition companions get up to leave and Faruzan begins to scoot her chair out to join them when Citlali desperately lunges across the table to grab her hands. There was no way she could let their time together end just yet. She didn’t even know why she did something so embarrassing; it must’ve been pure adrenaline pushing her.
“Huh, what is it!?” Faruzan blushes heavily in shock. Thankfully, the other researchers don’t seem to notice and leave without her.
“Could you… stay a little longer, please?” Citlali was also beet-red and a mutual understanding seemed to form between them.
“Yes, I could..,” Faruzan responds.
Citlali shyly removes her hands and sits back down, silently cursing herself for being so weird. An awkward silence now befell them. “Sorry, I’m really not the best at…” She sighs. “...these things… I guess…”
“Me neither…” The gears in Faruzan’s brain begin turning to find ways to diffuse this awkwardness. “Perhaps, Miss Citlali, would you want to have a few drinks with me?”
“Oh, sure!” Citlali never actually had alcohol before, but trying new things with her crush seemed like a good idea.
The two women were soon chatty again after more than a few drinks. They laughed a lot together as they slowly discovered that they were super similar. Citlali doesn’t dare mention her true age, dismissing the granny title as something people just labeled her as. She worried that it would scare Faruzan. They were both adults but Citlali’s much higher age was the other factor besides fear of abandonment that kept her from growing close to people. She desperately wanted to get closer to Faruzan, though. Every little cute feature of the girl across from her was screaming as the liquor consumed her brain. Faruzan seemed to have two hairstyles at once going on, and it was as funny as it was cute. Her white dress looked absolutely stunning on her. Citlali badly wanted to rip it off and see what was hiding underneath.
Faruzan’s thoughts were even more impure as she bickered with Citlali. She shamelessly kept looking at the exposed skin of the shaman’s sleeveless top. The alcohol was also doing a number on Faruzan, who wasn’t that much of a drinker herself. By the point where they were both barely keeping their heavy heads upright, she finally mustered the bravery to invite Citlali back to her room.
“Yeeeess, I wanna..,” Citlali groans, completely plastered. “Pleeeease..”
The journey to the weary inn was rough as both women tried supporting each other in their walk back. They ended up falling over a ton and were very beat up by the time they made it to Faruzan’s room. Citlali couldn’t help but instantly fall onto Faruzan’s bed. She laid on her back with her chest slightly moving with each intoxicated breath. Faruzan couldn’t contain herself anymore. The scholar climbs onto the bed and on top of Citlali, her face now hovering a couple inches away from the shaman’s.
“Hey, can I tell you something, Miss Citlali…..?,” Faruzan whispers longingly. The scent of booze was destroying them both.
“Tell me..,” Citlali whispers back.
“I think I’m in love with you…”
Citlali whimpers. “I think I’m in love with you too…”
Faruzan was no longer able to hold back. She aggressively pressed her lips into Citlali’s and tasted bliss. Citlali kissed back, matching Faruzan’s passion and opening her mouth to allow the researcher’s tongue to explore it all. Harsh moans filled the air. Neither of them had ever been in love and the feeling was more intense than any emotion they’ve ever felt before. Their tongues tasted like the best booze in the world. It was clear that mere kissing wouldn’t be enough satisfaction.
Citlali moans loudly as Faruzan grabs her tits and roughly massages them. Her erect nipples poke out of the fabric and Faruzan makes great care to brush her thumbs over them, causing intense moans. Citlali returns the favor by grabbing Faruzan’s ass under her skirt, squeezing her cheeks tightly. Faruzan groans and bites Citlali’s bottom lip in response, eliciting intense but pleasureful screams. Thankfully, this type of noise was normal for the Weary Inn and nobody would bother them.
It was Citlali who made the first move to advance things. She reached up and undid the clasps on Faruzan’s dress, causing the top layer of it to fall down to the scholar’s waist, fully revealing her shoulders. An excited Faruzan quickly removes Citlali’s outer accessories and tosses them aside. Citlali tries but fails to undo the rest of Faruzan’s dress so the latter removes it herself, leaving a breathtaking view. Faruzan wastes no more time and tugs at Citlali’s top, haphazardly yanking it off, leaving them both with exposed breasts and just their underwear remaining. They quickly embrace with a tight squeeze and roll around on the big bed, pressing their skin against each other with sweat mixing, but the grossness seems to make the sex all the more addicting.
Faruzan takes off her panties and remove’s Citlali’s shorts as well. Each woman was looking at the most beautiful angel they’ve ever seen.
“You’re perfect..,” the minty haired lady mutters huskily.
“You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen, truly…” Citlali’s words are slurred but the point comes across.
“I’m gonna fuck you now..” Faruzan lies on top of her again, their tits pressing together as she puts two fingers on top of Citlali’s pussy.
Citlali was dripping wet already, and Faruzan enjoyed the feeling of rubbing the rough surface, feeling circles around the shaman’s clit, causing the loudest moans yet. But they were only getting louder as Faruzan dug her fingers into Citlali, causing the greatest feeling she’d ever felt in a hundred years of living. Her juice gushed all over Faruzan’s hand, but the pressure doesn’t relieve as the student pounds her pussy relentlessly with her fingers.
As Citlali grows closer to orgasming, Faruzan ups the ante, kissing the shaman passionately as she begins to move downwards, stopping her fingering. She bites at Citlali’s neck, kisses aggressively at her tits, and plants smooches down her belly before settling in front of her quivering pussy. Faruzan dives in with no mercy, lapping up Citlali’s squirt and swirling her tongue in and out around the hole. Citlali’s moans are deafening now and drown out Faruzan’s own cries. Not much more time passes before Citlali explodes in a tsunami of pleasure, filling Faruzan’s mouth and getting all over her face and chest.
Faruzan climbs back up and plants a wet kiss on the lips of Citlali, who desires a turn of her own. The stronger woman grabs Faruzan and flips their positions in one swift motion, catching the researcher completely off guard. Citlali interlocks her hands with Faruzan’s and holds them above their heads. She then kisses all over Faruzan’s face and upper body, tasting her own fluids mixed with her lover’s warm skin. Citlali takes extra time to suck on each of Faruzan’s nipples, causing the smaller girl to squirm and moan uncontrollably. The entire room stank of booze and ejaculation.
Even after cumming everywhere and marking her lover as hers, Citlali wasn’t satisfied. She wouldn’t be satisfied until Faruzan exploded as well. Citlali positions herself to be on the opposite end of Faruzan and lifts one of the spasming scholar’s legs to scoot her own legs in between them. Faruzan screams when their clits touch, and Citlali relentlessly begins grinding them together. It felt as if they were melting into a single being of divine pleasure and intoxicating warmth.
“Citlali..! Citlaaaaliii….!!,” Faruzan mewls.
“Faruzan….!! Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh….!!!”
The only words capable of escaping their lips were each other’s names. At this point, Citlali no longer felt in control of her own body as she sped up, scraping Faruzan’s pussy until they both erupted all over each other, completely ruining the hotel’s sheets. Without missing a beat, Citlali clawed her way back up to Faruzan and smothered the student’s face with her own. They fervently made out again, burying their souls in one another before passing out on top of each other for the night.
Faruzan was the first to wake up in the morning. She groans as the massive hangover settles in and tries to push Citlali’s head off her chest, but she was just too weak, so she settles for grabbing the shaman’s hand and nibbling on it like a little snack. Faruzan felt that she could slurp on Citlali’s smooth and supple skin forever, but Citlali wakes up from the sensation.
“Faru-baby…,” she groans, hoisting herself up to brush her lips against her bedmate’s mouth.
“Mmmph, Citlali..,” Faruzan whimpers. They both had pounding headaches but the lust from last night hadn’t faded at all. She returns the kiss with fire, noisily meshing her tongue with Citlali’s.
The cuddling and kissing session ends up lasting for a very long time while the two slowly wake up.
“Laliiii.. shower with me?,” Faruzan asks with a big stretch after finally sitting up.
“Mmkayyyyy…..” Citlali yawns loudly as she struggles to pull herself up. Faruzan helps her and they stumble to the bathroom together.
A steamy makeout session ensues in the shower. Even though they were washing the stickiness out, it felt like they were getting dirtier. Loud moans echoed off the bathroom walls as the two women fingered each other again, causing cum to splash down into the drain. The water was incredibly hot and it felt like they were boiling together in a mess of pure ecstasy. It doesn’t end until Citlali’s foot slips on their messy liquid and they collapse onto the floor together.
After the very sore women finally dry off and get dressed, an extremely awkward silence settles in between them as they sit next to each other on the end of the bed. They were still mostly strangers as they had just met yesterday. Yet they had now turned each other inside out and had a mutual attraction most people could only dream of. Faruzan places her hand on Citlali’s, causing the shaman to blush profusely.
“Hey… Miss Citlali….? What exactly…. are we…..?,” she asks, her own face reddening.
“Um..!! Well… please just call me Citlali, first of all..” Citlali’s voice was completely devoid of her usual bravado. She was fully vulnerable with someone for the first time ever. “And…….. what do you want to be?”
Faruzan inhales sharply. “I… really want to be your woman…..,” she murmurs. She was also missing her usual confidence.
Citlali pulls her into a tight hug. “Then… let’s be together. I know you won’t be here long but… I truly TRULY want to make this work.” Tears were welling in her eyes. Faruzan was making her feel genuinely happy for the first time in her long life.
Faruzan returned the hug lovingly and planted a wet kiss on Citlali’s cheek. “Me too…. I love you… let’s be together forever…….”
“Please…..” The tears escaped and Citlali choked back a sob. “Sorry, I’m not sure what came over me.. I just feel really….. fuck.. I love you too..!”
“You’re really cute right now, you know…”
Citlali almost dies of embarrassment and kisses Faruzan angrily. They almost fucked again but settled for passionate frenching.
The next few months were a blur of happiness. Faruzan continued her research expedition but every bit of free time was dedicated to being with Citlali. They got to know each other much more and fucked at least once every day, typically alternating which residency they did it at. Citlali had a fluffier bed but Faruzan’s room was more convenient location-wise. Each second together caused them to fall more in love, and neither wanted to think about Faruzan’s trip ending soon.
Eventually, the time came where Sumeru’s Akademiya field crew had to return home. On the last night, the couple cuddled naked together in Citlali’s warm bed after a long and slow lovemaking session. Knowing it was the last time for a while really hurt. They wished this moment would last until the end of time.
“Faruzan.. could you stay, please?” Citlali begins the hard conversation.
“I wish I could, baby,” Faruzan sighs. “There’s still tons of work for me to do back home. How about you come back with me?”
Citlali had been strongly considering it, but… “It’d be hard, my dear. I’m the most important shaman here and as much as I hate it, I don’t know what anyone would do without me.”
“It’s the same here! The Akademiya needs me!”
They grinned. “Come back to me soon, okay?,” Citlali pleads.
“I promise from the bottom of my heart that I’ll see you again as soon as I can. Wait for me, love…”
Citlali saw Faruzan off with a genuine smile, but couldn’t help but cry as soon as she was alone in her home again. But it was fine because they’d see each other again. That’s what she believed. Her soulmate would come back to her soon.
Chapter 2: Fugue
Summary:
This is the pure angst chapter, smut returns in the next one
Notes:
LOTS of suffering ahahaha
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As Faruzan found herself truly trapped in the ruins, fear and panic settled in quite fast. After a while, she broke down and yearned to see Citlali again. Why did she have to care about her research so much? Why didn’t she stay in Natlan? She wanted to be drowning in her girlfriend’s warmth again, which was why she had to get out at all costs. It didn’t take long to realize that she was in some sort of stasis, where hunger didn’t seem to be an issue. She had to break out no matter what to see her beloved again, so she worked. All of her knowledge and willpower went into solving the puzzle of her prison. But it was the hardest problem she had ever encountered. Pretty soon, she was brainstorming for weeks, then months, then years. Time ceased to be real to her. Her mind was purely focused on Citlali and escaping.
After finally solving the puzzle, Faruzan crawled out into the scorching desert and instantly fainted. Thankfully, a group of eremites discovered her thanks to the glow of an anemo vision that had mysteriously appeared by her side and brought her to Sumeru city. She was completely unresponsive at first and appeared to have gone insane. Her identity was a complete mystery, and eventually the Akademiya was able to unearth her identity with thorough record searching while she recovered in a hospital. It had been over a hundred years since she disappeared from society, and hearing the news of that sent her into a horrific spiral. The love of her life, Citlali, was undoubtedly dead, along with her family and everyone she could call a friend. Devastated, Faruzan lost the will to live.
All Faruzan had left was her intellect and research. Even with her darling gone forever, her passion and love for mechanics had driven her this far in life. She didn’t want to die yet. Faruzan desperately worked her way back into a society that was completely foreign to her, becoming a professor at the Akademiya like she always dreamed of doing. The strong combination of her trauma and unwavering resolve transformed her personality to be even more arrogant and bitter than before, earning her a poor reputation within the Akademiya. Many students didn’t want to learn under her, but she didn’t care. She was unapologetically engrossed in her work and did everything she could to not think about the wondrous beautiful shaman from the Masters of the Night Wind tribe.
Citlali believed in Faruzan. Even after a year had passed, she trusted that her love would return to her, or even at least send a letter. She sent several of her own, but they all went unanswered and she hoped Sumeru’s mail system was just bad. Before she knew it though, a second year had passed. This was when she began losing hope. Soon enough, her heart had shattered into a million pieces. Did Faruzan find someone else? Did she forget about her? A million horrific thoughts crossed her mind as she began spending her days sobbing alone in bed. Her treatment towards others grew even worse than it already was and all the villagers feared her wrath. Though she considered forcefully ending her stupid immortal life, the tiny thought that maybe Faruzan would somehow return kept her going throughout the years, which flew by faster than she expected.
Eventually, Citlali had to rely on unhealthy coping mechanisms to stay alive. She became a massive alcoholic because every time she got drunk, her body felt like it did during her first time with Faruzan. Nobody in Natlan respected her, except for a young orphan she affectionately claimed as her grandson one year. He was weird but sweet and gave her a purpose, even if it was just nagging and protecting him. The other coping method Citlali discovered at some point was light novels, which she heard about by accidentally eavesdropping on people while in her village. She ended up becoming addicted to lesbian romance novels from the Yae Publishing House in Inazuma, particularly ones where the main characters had to spend time apart and got back together with great drama. Before she knew it, a hundred years had passed.
Some things did improve for Citlali. She gained a steady friendship with an eccentric traveler that was somehow older than her and her grandson’s friend, Ifa, who visited regularly with fresh produce and treated her with kindness. Life was dull, though. Her alcohol addiction and yuri collection were the only sources of excitement. Not a single day in the hundred years went by where she didn’t think about Faruzan. The gorgeous scholar from Sumeru was most definitely dead by now. Even then, Citlali longed for her. Details about Faruzan’s appearance faded over time, but she always remembered how the student seemed to have two simultaneous hairstyles with a beautiful light green color that eased her turbulent heart. Dreams about Faruzan were still frequent. Citlali craved her more than anything. She would do anything to feel her soft lips with her own again.
One fateful day, Faruzan’s student and friend Collei asked if she wanted to tag along on a vacation to Natlan. The mention of that nation caused Faruzan to violently recoil, much to Collei’s surprise. Painful memories were taking over and Faruzan demanded to be left alone. Once there was nobody around to look at her, she sobbed. Any reference to Natlan reminded her of what she lost. But it had been a while since everything and a refusal to acknowledge an entire nation was illogical. Plus, a vacation was something Faruzan badly needed. Ultimately, she decided to go.
A few weeks later, some of Sumeru’s most overworked people were finally catching a break in Natlan. Tighnari had planned the whole vacation and Collei, Kaveh, and Faruzan were his invitees. The forest rangers, naturally, wanted to visit everywhere. They’d start with an extended tour through the mountainy Scions of the Copy tribe, followed by a luxurious stay at the People of the Springs, then an even more expensive visit to the Collective of Plenty. After that would be the loop back to Sumeru through the Masters of the Night Wind, Flower Feather Clan, and Children of the Echoes to end the trip.
Faruzan tried her absolute hardest not to think about Citlali. It had been a century so surely nobody in Natlan would know of her now. During the journeys through the first three tribes, Faruzan was feeling sad but did her best to keep her usual tough face so that everyone else would keep having fun. It was her vacation too and she did get good relaxation in the hot springs. When it was time to see the Masters of the Night Wind though, she strongly considered faking sickness so she wouldn’t have to see most of it. But at the end of the day, Faruzan figured it would be different enough to not fully awaken her trauma anyway.
She was wrong. One look at all the scenery sent her back in time to when she was happy. The soft purple hues of the land reminded her of the adorable needy woman that she could call her own. Faruzan grew visibly unwell as depression consumed her completely. When asked what was wrong, she vehemently denied anything and quietly cried alone in her small hotel room during the entire first night, wishing that their time in this tribe would end soon. Her mental health was declining rapidly as the vivid memories of her past love ate her alive. It was Citlali that drove her to escape those ruins, even after a hundred years of confinement, but she realized just how pointless everything was without her. When Collei went to wake Faruzan up, she was shocked to find that the bed was empty.
Faruzan sat at the edge of the cliffside overlooking Citlali’s house. It was a familiar spot that she had been in with her old girlfriend before. From this distance, the house was still visible but Faruzan assumed it to be long abandoned. The spare key Citlali gave her all those years ago was probably buried within the sand of the Sumeru desert somewhere so she’d have no way of checking. As Faruzan looked down at the ground below, she wondered if she’d be able to meet Citlali again if she… slipped. But she couldn’t do that to her friends. Citlali was gone, and the sooner she accepted that the better it’d be for everyone. She promised to return, broke that promise, and would live with the guilt forever. That’s how it was, right?
A loud crash behind Faruzan jolts her out of her thoughts and she whirls around to see……. huh!?
Citlali had been transporting a fresh alcohol supply to her secret spot, which was a small ballooned platform located above the exact cliff Faruzan was sitting at. The tired shaman hadn’t noticed her at first, but upon getting closer saw a color and hairstyle she hadn’t seen in over a hundred years, resting at a familiar spot. Even if it was just a hallucination, Citlali dropped her crate of booze in horror, and the dark beverages spilled out down the mountainsides. The other girl quickly turned around at the noise and also dropped her mouth in shock.
This… couldn’t be. It’s been a century, she was dead!, they both thought simultaneously. All the bitterness towards Faruzan at being abandoned and forgotten boils up in Citlali’s mind again and she can’t stand the pain, turning to run away. She hops off the cliff and uses her vision powers to summon a pillow and glides away out of sight.
“Wait, WAAAAAIIIIIIIT!!!!!!,” screams Faruzan, but it was too late. Citlali was gone as soon as she appeared. Unable to contain her emotions, she breaks down completely, bawling louder than she ever had in her life before.
After a while, it was Kaveh that found her after searching for hours and hearing people complain about someone screeching from high up in the air somewhere and checking out the nearby peaks. His heart drops when he sees his friend sobbing the way she was. He hurries over to her and pulls her into a warm hug, steadily tugging her now-weak body away from the edge.
“Hey, hey… it’s okay it’s okay Madam Faruzan….!!,” Kaveh stammers. “Please don’t cry!”
But Faruzan couldn’t stop. She wailed into his arms, seeming to be completely inconsolable.
“Talk to me please,” Kaveh pleads. “Please tell me what happened, Madam Faruzan… I’m here for you, okay? But I need to know what’s going on so I can help. Everyone’s worried sick about you.”
Faruzan’s tears were relentless and she tried but failed to talk through them. It was too painful and she could only manage a few choked words.
“Sorry….. so sorry… must be.. improper…. for you to see.. teacher like this….”
“It’s okay, it’s okay,” Kaveh reassures, patting her back gently. “Please take your time. Anything that you tell me will stay between us, okay? I won’t tell the other two. All I want is for you to be okay.”
His kind words cause Faruzan to hug him even tighter. After a good amount of time has elapsed, she finally manages to calm down and find her words again.
Faruzan tells him everything. She sobbingly spills her experiences of meeting Citlali before her imprisonment and how she just saw her again somehow. Kaveh intently listens to it all without interruption and gently wipes her tears throughout the retelling.
“I think it’s obvious what you have to do, isn’t it?,” he says after she finishes telling her story.
“What….?” Her voice was terribly scratchy and hoarse.
“Miss Citlali’s house is right over there, you said. You’re not gonna let things end like this, right? Go to her. Apologize if you want, but explain everything so she understands. It’s plain as day that you still love her. Maybe ask Collei to help you collect flowers for some reason and bring her a bouquet or something!” Kaveh was far from a romance expert but he seemed to give the perfect advice.
“You’re right, thank you… my star student..,” Faruzan mumbles.
“Always, Madam Faruzan!” He smiles warmly.
Tighnari and Collei tightly hugged Faruzan as well when she returned with Kaveh.
“We were worried SICK!,” Collei cries. “Tell us if you’re going somewhere next time!!”
“I’m so sorry…,” Faruzan says shamefully, bowing her head. It was unusual for her to be this humble, but Kaveh mentioned that she was going through something so the forest rangers wouldn’t bug her about it. All was quickly forgiven.
The group proceeds with their vacation plans, and at one point where they had a break, Faruzan buys a glass vase and asks Collei to help her gather pretty flowers so she can have a pretty souvenir to go back with. She then asks to be excused after they ate dinner and heads straight to Citlali’s house with her huge bouquet. Faruzan didn’t even want to consider the thought of rejection. They would hopefully explain everything to each other, and all she could hope for was a peaceful resolution.
Citlali was miserable. Though she didn’t have much plans anyway, her day was completely upended. Seeing the woman that abandoned her, a girl that was supposed to be dead yet sat in front of her looking as beautiful haunted her to her core. Why did she suddenly reappear? Had Citlali finally lost it? Her entire day was now spent drinking and crying as she wallowed in her own self-pity. She sat at her small dining table, loudly sobbing as her drunken head was buried in her arms. After the sunset, she passed out and the alcohol began circulating out of her brain. She ended up only getting a few hours of sleep because of a light knock at the door that managed to stir her. Citlali was too tired to get up, so she didn’t answer the visitor. But then a louder knock sounded. And another. And another. By the fourth, Citlali angrily shot up from her seat. Who was dumb enough to knock four times!? Couldn’t they respect her grief? She stormed to the front door and yanked it open, prepared to yell at whoever wanted her business at night, but nearly fainted upon seeing who it was.
“Hello… is it alright if I come in?”
There stood the lost love of Citlali’s life holding a vase with way too many vibrant flowers in it. Faruzan looked exactly the same as she did when Citlali last saw her. Her hair was still styled in that stupid bob and twintail combo that Citlali adored. She was wearing the exact same dress as well. Citlali broke out into tears again and turned to run again, but her groggy stupor caused her to trip and fall, landing on her knees in a slumped over position. Faruzan quickly rushed in to help, closing the front door behind her and putting the bouquet on the nearest table.
“Citlali, Citlali!,” Faruzan cries, getting down on the floor with her and grabbing her out of concern. “I… I-I can explain..! I’m sorry for everything I’m so sorry are you okay!?”
Citlali angrily throws her off and crawls away, turning around to glare with a combination of fury and hurt at the ghost, who was now kneeling.
“C-Citlali…..” tears were now flowing from Faruzan’s eyes as well.
“Why? WHY!?!??,” Citlali finally yells. “Why did you leave me!? Why are you….. ALIVE!?!?”
“I.. I didn’t want to!,” Faruzan chokes. “I swear on every archon all I’ve ever wanted for the last hundred years was to get back to you..! There was…… an accident. I was doing field work in the desert… and I got trapped!! Nobody…..,” She wails painfully. “Nobody came back for me. I was stuck in some… time chamber… I didn’t age or feel hungry…… I was imprisoned until I could solve the stupid fucking puzzle but…. but a hundred years passed by the time I did..!”
Faruzan’s cries are ugly and loud as she continues her explanation. “I thought you were dead…. It’s been so miserable living without you.. I never ever intended to leave you.. I spent the last century dreaming of you and wishing I could’ve kept my promise… I’m sorry.. I’m sorry Citlali I’m sorry I’m sorry…” She holds her head low as she sobs with heartache and regret.
Her weeping is interrupted when Citlali suddenly tackles her to the floor, knocking the wind out of her. Faruzan half expected to be killed right then and there, and couldn’t blame Citlali if that’s what she wanted to do. But she instead received a very strong kiss on her lips, which she couldn’t help but reciprocate as best as she could.
Citlali got off of her. “I’m sorry too, Faru…,” she says through her own sobs. “I was never fully honest with you. I was over a hundred years old myself when we met… I’m.. cursed with immortality….. yet I still selfishly desired you.. I’m sorry…”
“N-NO!,” cried Faruzan. “It’s me that’s sorry!! I broke my promise but I’m still here chasing you even then.. you should hate me, not feel sorry..”
“But I love you, how could I ever hate you!?” Citlali’s declaration quiets Faruzan down fast.
“I… love… you… too…!,” the professor manages to say.
And that was everything that needed to be said between them for now. The women couldn’t control themselves anymore and hugged again, falling on the hard floor together as they aggressively made out, picking up right where they left off. A hundred years of desire finally let itself out as they sucked on each other’s tongues. There was time to catch up later, they needed to fuck each other again before anything else.
“Do you….. want to move to my bedroom..?,” Citlali gasps when they pull out of the kiss.
Faruzan nods eagerly.
Chapter 3: Cantata
Summary:
A hundred years of desire culminates in juicy smut, then they heal a bit
Chapter Text
Citlali and Faruzan had no issue with undressing in front of each other again. If anything, the sight of them dressed was more unfamiliar, even after all the time that passed. Once they were naked, Citlali ended up taking the lead, pinning the guilty Faruzan down on her bed and forcing her thigh onto her clit, causing lusty moans to fill the room. Fuck, she missed this sound. Citlali grinded her thigh down and up on Faruzan’s pussy as she tenderly peppered her girlfriend’s face with warm smooches and rubbed her hands everywhere within reach. All the rage at Faruzan seemed to dissipate as Citlali watched her shiver and beg for more. She obliged the needy scholar, replacing her thigh with two fingers, which she dug into Faruzan’s hole with no mercy.
An almost sadistic side was coming out of Citlali as she jerked Faruzan off. She wasn’t this aggressive before, but this seemed to be the best punishment for Faruzan’s sin of breaking her promise. Citlali vigorously scraped the inside of Faruzan’s walls, causing her lover to scream with pleasure at the top of her lungs. There was no fear of being too loud in Citlali’s secluded home. Citlali herself was quieter than usual, though. She was enjoying herself but was also still mentally adjusting to the fact that the woman she mourned for a century was suddenly getting fucked by her again.
“CITLALI CITLALI CITLAAaaAAAAAAAaaaAaAaaAAAALIIII!!,” shrieks Faruzan as she cums with enough force to break a dam. Citlali removes her hand and licks the slick off while Faruzan spasms on the bed. She had completely destroyed the younger girl, it seemed. Citlali finishes licking her hand clean and sits at the end of the bed with a big sigh, wondering why she was feeling so sour. It felt like her head was on her neck wrong. Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted, though, when a couple hands clamped on her breasts from behind and Faruzan bit into her neck. She thought she had worn her out but was dead wrong. All the negativity faded as Citlali was dragged back into the bed by her hungry partner, her tits being used as handles.
“Where do you think you’re going..,” Faruzan drawls, her voice laced with unquenched starvation. She was somehow drunk off of Citlali’s beauty alone. “You can’t do all that and expect no retribution, handsome…”
Holy shit, had Faruzan always been this sexy!?, thought Citlali. Perhaps her memories had faded from time but Faruzan was always more cute than sexy to her. Even if she was the more frequent bottom, she always felt in control. Yet now, as Faruzan brutally grabbed her head and forced it face-first into her giant pillow, she felt completely helpless as she fully submitted to the gorgeous professor.
Faruzan leans over to Citlali’s ear and whispers “Stick your ass up and don’t move,” causing the shaman to violently shudder and begin prematurely leaking. However, Faruzan had no plans of penetrating Citlali like she did to her. She was going to torture her in a far crueler manner.
Citlali tried her best to obey Faruzan’s commands, but couldn’t help but quiver as she anticipated the fucking she was about to get. Faruzan got directly behind her and sternly palmed her ass with one hand. “DON’T move!,” she repeats bossily. “Or I’ll spank you.” With the other hand, she grabs Citlali’s stomach and slides it down until she reaches her clit. Citlali gasps loudly as Faruzan’s finger swirls around her most sensitive spot. Faruzan presses and stimulates with a force she never used before, causing Citlali to screech into her pillow and shake violently, which resulted in harsh spanks.
No feeling in two hundred years of living, even with all their past sex, came close to the pleasure Citlali felt as Faruzan trapped her in an endless cycle of pain and delirious ecstasy. She came rather fast, which made Faruzan speed up rather than slow down, unmercilessly raking her clit as it became more and more stimulated. Citlali kept her head in the pillow but involuntarily moved the rest of her body quite a bit, so Faruzan was also continuously spanking her while she moaned and convulsed. Faruzan wasn’t sure what came over her either, but it was probably a newfound desire to never let her girlfriend go again. She wanted Citlali to know exactly who she belonged to.
Faruzan only felt close to cumming after Citlali came seven times. After that seventh time, she grabbed Citlali and turned her around, allowing her bottom to finally catch air. However, the fresh air only lasted for a couple seconds as Faruzan quickly smothered Citlali’s mouth with her dripping pussy. She didn’t have to give any orders for Citlali to start slurping. Citlali hungrily lapped at Faruzan’s folds like she hadn’t eaten since they last saw each other. She also hornily reached up to grope Faruzan’s ass, stomach, and back, hoping that such actions wouldn’t be punished. Faruzan was too busy orgasming to notice, though. Their moans were deafening as the scholar ejaculated everywhere, suffocating Citlali with her fluids. Faruzan finally lost her energy and collapsed on top of Citlali, who seized the opportunity to kiss her needily.
Once the mood died down, Faruzan seemed to fall asleep. Citlali laid by her side and stared at her, an ocean of conflict storming. What now? Obviously, she was overjoyed that the thing she’d been wishing nonstop for over the last hundred years happened, but she couldn’t help but worry. They hadn’t even really caught up yet since they both wanted to fuck first. Was this a healthy dynamic? Citlali worried about tons of different things, and the stress caused her to sob quietly. The noise caused Faruzan to stir.
“Mmmmph, Lali….. what’s wrong?” Her voice seemed to be too quiet for the crying Citlali to hear. “Laaali, Laliii..,” Faruzan pokes her repeatedly. “Did I go too hard, darling? Sorry if I did..”
Citlali turns away, but Faruzan spoons her and persists. “Please talk to me Lali…. I want to make things right…”
An ugly groan escapes Citlali upon hearing that. “I’m sorry, it’s just…… how do I know that you won’t leave again?”
“Hey, look at me please.”
Citlali faces Faruzan again and sees that the professor had also begun crying.
“You have every right to doubt me,” Faruzan says quietly. “I’m having trouble believing that this is real, too. I know I probably don’t deserve you after what I did, but-” Her voice breaks. “I love you. I promise from the bottom of my heart that I will never leave you again. Actually-” She swallows. “I wanted to ask if… you would still want me to stay with you.”
“H-huh!? Well….” Citlali was at a loss. Did she really mean it?
“Yes!” Faruzan seemed to read her mind. “It’s not like I’d permanently leave Sumeru, we could visit there together from time to time. I can still conduct my research in Natlan, I’d just have to make arrangements with the Akademiya and well… that’s only if you’d have me, of course-”
Citlali wraps her arms around Faruzan and squeezes tightly, crushing the poor girl. “Please..! If that’s what you want, I’d love to have you…!!,” she yells.
After some happy crying, the two pass out in each other’s arms. In the early morning, they cleaned up and began having long, much-needed conversations. They caught up with each other’s activities and got on the same page about the boring serious stuff like finances. Once that was all sorted out, Faruzan offered to introduce Citlali to her friends. Citlali agreed and promised that Faruzan would meet her grandson and his friend soon, too. Faruzan froze at that.
“You have a GRANDSON!?” Her face completely dropped with pure horror.
“Oh, nonono he’s an orphan and I just kinda.. adopted him, I guess,” Citlali hastily explains.
Faruzan sighs in relief.
Life seemed exciting to them for the first time since they parted. All their plans could finally blossom now.
“HUH!? You motherf- GAAH!! We were about to search for you AGAIN!!! Where have you been!?!? We’re leaving soon!,” cries Kaveh when he sees Faruzan enter the lobby of the hotel. Her timing was very convenient!
“Oh, who’s this?,” asks Tighnari, seeing an unfamiliar face behind Faruzan.
“Hey, sorry… um.. This is… my girlfriend!,” Faruzan declares with an awkward toothy smile. Citlali entire face reddens and she looks down in embarrassment.
“Well I’m glad that went well at least,” Kaveh sighs.
“Oooooh..!!!!! Hi Faruzan’s girlfriend!!!,” Collei exclaims excitedly. “We should all get breakfast together!!”
The awkward tension evaporated once the group got to know Citlali over a warm breakfast.
“We’ve been hearing legends of the great Granny Itztli here! To think that was you!,” Tighnari laughs.
“Well I wouldn’t say greeeeat but…” Citlali was much more humble while in the presence of her adorable girlfriend, it seemed.
Faruzan’s friends seemed to take the fact that she wanted to stay with Citlali very well. They decided that they’d go on without her and she could travel back on her own later. Collei teased that she should bring the wife too, causing the couple to blush profusely. After her friends left, Faruzan checked out of the hotel and moved her things into Citlali’s house. They decided that after Faruzan’s time off was done in a week, they’d temporarily reside to Sumeru while Faruzan sorted out a permanent move to Natlan. Too much time had been spent apart for them to ever want to be away from each other again.
All the talk about moving, work, and other people could wait, though. The most important thing was that Citlali and Faruzan were together again. As long as that was the case, they could get through anything. They ended up disappearing from society for a few days, doing nothing but eating, sleeping, and fucking in the mountainside home. And they had no plans of slowing down the fucking once they rejoined society, either.
CrystallineChrysanthemum on Chapter 3 Tue 22 Jul 2025 04:53PM UTC
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segsbrutal on Chapter 3 Tue 22 Jul 2025 10:51PM UTC
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