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Nefer notices it almost immediately.
She is, after all, a very meticulous person. It's the small matters that count in the grand scheme of things, especially when those matters pertain to a certain Moonchanter. She doesn't think anyone else has managed to pick up the intricate details of Lauma's shift in behaviour, or the meaning behind any of it, but it's clear as day under Nefer's magnifying glass.
It starts with a little irritability; a short-tempered Lauma is still infinitely more patient than the average person but Nefer picks up on all the little details. A twitch of her eye as she interacts with cocky Fatui, the wringing of her hands after a particularly unpleasant conversation and the glare that she levels Nefer with whenever she talks to her with that roundabout, business-loaded way of Nefer's.
"Nefer," she chastises, hands busy fidgeting with the books and trinkets filling the shelves that run along the wall of Nefer's office. "There exists not a universe where you do not have the ability to be insufferable."
Insufferable.
That's a new one, Nefer notes — she gets the rare comment from time to time relaying Lauma's frustrations with her but she doesn't think Lauma's ever been so blunt. Insufferable, really? She understands it coming from any other client that walks through the doors of the Curatorium but when it comes out in an annoyed huff from Lauma's lips, it almost stings. It only doesn't because Nefer knows that the chances it's personal are close to zero.
"Tell me, dear Scion," Nefer rests her cheek against a closed fist as she observes the way Lauma paces back and forth, "Is there something amiss?"
Lauma stops in her tracks and turns her head in a way that really resembles one of those Rimehorn deers. There's the very faint flush to her cheeks, one that could be easily mistaken as the trick of the light, but Nefer knows better.
"No?" There's a dip to her brow as Lauma answers. "Why would something be amiss?"
"Something's making you anxious," Nefer states, leaning back in her chair and crossing her legs, "Is it not?" Anxious might be an understatement for Lauma's current predicament. Nefer revels in the way she can see the panic flicker across her face, quickly squashed down and replaced by that perfectly poised, peaceful expression of hers. Just a little short of perfect, in this instance.
Lauma's teeth worry briely at her bottom lip and it's not before a moment of simply staring at Nefer that she deflects. "I do not understand why you would believe that."
Nefer absolutely delights in the barely noticeable undercurrent of frustration in Lauma's words. She cocks an eyebrow up, tilting her head as she looks back at Lauma. "If you say so."
—
There'd been something there, between them, years back before either of them had really known what they were doing. It didn't matter how it had started and she'd like to say it didn't matter how it ended but, even though Nefer can very skillfully exclude information from prying clients, she's not a liar. Tension, touch, whispered words of infatuation under warm covers, between messy bedsheets and quiet calls of pleasure — nothing had been concrete, nothing set in stone, but when Nefer would look into those brilliant blue eyes of Lauma's, she'd dread to think of a future without them.
Her fears still haven't manifested, not when Lauma roams about Nasha Town on her own will, visiting Nefer with requests and commissions whenever she pleases, but maybe the forced arm-length distance between them is a worse punishment than never seeing the priestess again. The gaping wound that had been left throbbing across her chest had been one of the only injuries Lauma's luminous blood had not been able to heal but as with most things, time had run its course and the sharp, stabbing pain of heartbreak had slowly turned into a dull ache that only really reared its ugly head late on some isolated nights.
From time to time, Nefer still catches herself staring at Lauma like she had all those years ago. It's inevitable really, when someone of such elegance and beauty graces your eyes, you're bound to look. Nefer notices others looking too, admiring the winding branches of velvetty antlers, the valley between her collarbones and the curve of her figure as it trails into the lengths of her legs. Nefer would think it strange if other people weren't looking — she doesn't blame them either, doesn't complain, because why voice frustrations about people eyeing up what is no longer yours?
It doesn't bother her; Nefer's never been a particularly jealous person, not one to act on her more immature thoughts anyway, and she would say the same for Lauma if not for the way she's been acting recently.
Territorial is probably the best way to describe it, Nefer muses. Like a dog marking its place in the world, like a stray cat hissing at predators that are just a little too close to its limited supply of food, but the object or area she appears to be guarding seems to be… Nefer.
Even Jahoda's noticed it, the way Lauma glares, the way her hand brushes up against Nefer's shoulders, back, waist, gently pushes a stray strand of her behind her ear and looks into her eyes like she wants to devour Nefer whole. It might fluster her if she did not know the true cause for Lauma's strange behaviour — it might fluster her if she lets herself daydream about what could be again for a little too long.
An inspection is what this feels like: Lauma's gentle fingers are guiding Nefer's face in all directions, scarred skin brushing up against her cheeks as Lauma keeps her eyes trained on the features of Nefer's face. They're holding a conversation, talking about Lauma's woes regarding recent Fatui activity and while Nefer is definitely paying attention to the Moonchanter's words, she's also incredibly pre-occupied with the way Lauma's tilting her head up.
She knows Jahoda can see them through the open arch of the Curatorium but Nefer trusts Jahoda to know better than to snoop in her boss' affairs.
"Are you ill?" Lauma asks. Her voice is soft and gentle and it's only now, when Lauma's words are fanning against her ear, that Nefer notices how breathy she sounds.
"No?" Nefer hopes Lauma doesn't notice her swallowing. "What makes you say that?"
Lauma pulls back, eyes locked onto Nefer's for a moment as she appears to consider her words. "You're a little red."
Nefer feels her eye twitch. "You're ridiculous."
—
It's a client she's talking to. The glass in her hand clinks against the rim of the other woman's drink and as Nefer takes a sip of her own, she levels her with a wink. Natasha is telling her about some Fatui movement on the coast nearest the path to Hiisi Island and Nefer keeps her eye contact constant as she drinks in all that she's told. It's not a formal business meeting by any means and if any other patron were to interact with the client they'd very quickly be able to piece together Natasha's lack of sobriety — it's not Nefer's fault if Natasha herself had been ordering her drinks without any of Nefer's input anyway.
She isn't quite slurring her words but when she leans foward to place her hand on Nefer's upper arm, Nefer has to catch her from toppling over. Natasha giggles into Nefer's rather rigid embrace and her face is noticeably more flushed when she emerges but all Nefer manages back is a tight-lipped smile.
"Nefer," comes a soothingly sweet voice and soon enough, Nefer's vision is filled with a certain Moonchanter, ornate robes, jewellery, antlers and all. "I hope I'm not interrupting your conversation."
Lauma has very conveniently planted herself in the lone stool that had separated Nefer and Natasha, her hand wrapping around Nefer's arm in a way that is much more welcomed than Natasha's advances.
"Oh, of course not, dear Moonchanter," Nefer places a hand over Lauma's and watches in amusement as both Lauma and Natasha's eyes immediately snap to the movement. "How can we help you this fine day?"
The displeasure that had danced around Lauma's eyes as she'd approached slowly melts away and with the way her pupils are dilating, Nefer assumes a very different feeling has taken its place. There's a squeeze to her arm and when Nefer glances over, Lauma's gazing right back at her, mouth slightly agape as she tugs her bottom lip between her teeth.
—
Nefer knows what it is that's been ailing Lauma and she's quite certain that Lauma herself is acutely aware of her own dilemma. It happens every year, Nefer had been told many moons ago, where Lauma retreats into her abode for a little over two weeks and only pokes her head out to attend to the most urgent of matters.
Nefer had made the mistake to go bother Lauma during one of these periods, clambering up the stairs with a few huffs before simply barging into Lauma's home. She'd been furious about something she doesn't even remember now, anger spilling out of her ears and her teeth gritted with irritation but it had all vanished within the span of the door opening as her eyes settled on… Lauma.
Face pressed into her sheets, moans and whimpers muffled with the way she'd stuffed the usually tidily made blanket into her own mouth, her back arched and her hips rutting into her hand as it frantically worked away at the red, angry cock her fingers were wrapped around. It hadn't been Nefer's sight to see, hadn't been her place to observe Lauma so intimately only a few months after the end of their relationship but no matter how hard she had tried, her muscles wouldn't budge.
Her ears had locked onto the quiet sobbing, the squelch that accompanied every frenzied stroke and the trembling cry as Lauma had come. Nefer stood there and watched, watched like a fool as Lauma unloaded herself onto her own bedsheets. White filth coated the fabric of her blanket and her chest hacked up and down as she came down from her high.
Nefer had promptly spun around and left.
—
Nefer counts the days.
She suspects Lauma's presence sooner or later but as the two week timer slowly dwindles down, she starts to doubt her prediction.
Until Lauma appears in the Curatorium of Secrets.
Her eyes are a little glassy as Nefer looks at her and the tremble in her hands is something even the average person could very easily pick up on. She's swaying a little on her feet as she shuffles closer.
"Lauma," Nefer's fingers intertwine on top of her desk, "Our dear Moonchanter, to what do I owe the–"
"Nefer," Lauma's voice is strung tight and she almost trips as she staggers towards her.
"Lauma." Nefer repeats and rises from her seat, gently taking Lauma's hands to offer her some stability.
She practically collapses against Nefer, arms slung over her shoulders and her weight pressing Nefer against her desk. With Lauma's body pushed up against her like this, Nefer can feel the laboured rise and fall of her chest and the heat of her breath as it fans over where Lauma's face has fallen.
"I've come to apologise," she wraps her arms tighter around Nefer, squeezing, "Goddess above knows of my selfishness–"
Nefer scoffs and she hates the way she can feel her face growing warmer, "You know better than to speak of your Goddess with me, Lauma."
"I'm sorry," Lauma's words come out in a whine. "I'm so sorry, Nefer. I've been so selfish, I've– I've not to consider you and now I'm here and– Nefer."
Lauma's hips buck against Nefer's thigh and Nefer swallows as something hard presses up against her. Scarred hands grip at Nefer's back and she swears she hears Lauma moan after a particularly deep inhale. Her hips stutter again, Lauma whines, but she seems to stop herself in shame.
"I'll leave," Lauma whispers and it almost seems like it pains her to say, "Tell me to go and I will."
"No," Nefer says, a little too quickly. "Finish your apology."
Lauma groans. And then she slowly starts sinking to her knees. Her hands travel down Nefer's body, soft but possessive as they settle on her hips and her forehead is pressed just above Nefer's pelvis. Her antlers poke and prod at Nefer's side as she rubs her face against her hipbone.
"I'm sorry," Lauma repeats, "I'm so sorry, Nefer–"
"That's enough of sorry." Nefer's hands are propping her up from behind and she looks up into the expanse of the rest of the Curatorium with a deep breath — the sight of Lauma on her knees in front of her is a little too much for her at the moment. "Tell me why you've been selfish."
"I can't help myself, I promise," Lauma's fingers dig into the soft flesh of Nefer's thighs as if to ground herself, "I've tried but it felt so good to just– to just be around you, made everything better. I know we're not– we're not– anymore– but– I'm sorry." Lauma's hands are trembling and it sounds like she's on the verge of tears. "I've been– been so pent up and touching you– it was like a weight off my shoulders and god– I feel so awful about it but I just– I just couldn't stop but help myself to you."
Nefer looks down. Her hand slowly wraps itself around the base of one of Lauma's antlers and tilts her head up until their gazes lock onto each other. Lauma's lips are parted, eyes half-lidded and something about the desperation carved into her face makes Nefer's chest flutter.
She knew it would come to this, come to Lauma grovelling at her feet at some point and a part of her is elated her predictions had come to fruition. But when Lauma looks up at her with such devotion, with eyes that are telling Nefer this might not just be physical, it scares her. Nefer doesn't know if she's ready to face the truth of her own emotions, not after pushing them down for so long, but who is she to deny her dear, lovely Moonchanter of the help she so desperately craves?
"Good–" Nefer swallows, her other hand coming up to brush against Lauma's cheek. She leans into Nefer's touch. "It's okay, Lauma."
Oh, Nefer hates how Lauma softens her up.
In the dim light of her office late at night, the flush on Lauma's face as she rises looks absolutely lovely. Her legs shake as she follows the hand on her antler up, whimpering when Nefer tugs at it, and her lips part as if to protest Nefer's handling of her but she doesn't get the chance to when Nefer dives in.
A strangled moan makes it out of Lauma's throat but it only takes her a second to reciprocate Nefer's advances. This is probably (most definitely) not the way things should be rekindled between them, Nefer thinks. Not when Lauma is in such a state, not when Lauma clearly can't filter her emotions and actions like everyone else and not when Lauma apparently can't think with anything but her cock.
Lauma's never bitten at Nefer's lips before — that was something Nefer had always done, not the other way around — but maybe Nefer doesn't mind it all too much now that it's happening. The Moonchanter is being a lot more aggressive than she had been all those years ago, tugging and pushing and pulling, groaning into Nefer's mouth like she's already on the cusp on an orgasm and– maybe she is? Nefer wouldn't surprised.
They part, a string of saliva connecting the two, only snapping when Nefer grabs Lauma's face and pushes it back. The blush on Lauma's face has grown to her chest, heaving with want, and Lauma looks almost annoyed by the break in contact.
"Lauma–"
"I want you," the words come out in a rush, "Nefer– I need you, so badly." Lauma's lips tremble. "Please."
Nefer knows, realistically, that all Lauma needs is a way to relieve herself, to get rid of the stiffness currently rubbing against Nefer's thigh, but a part of her so desperately wants it to be a confession of feelings more than anything. Nefer has built her entire career on the aspect of neutrality but if Lauma were to burst into her office, lay her chest bare and pour her heart out to Nefer, there isn't anything she wouldn't do that wouldn't be in Lauma's favour.
"Go sit," Nefer manages, waving a hand towards her chair, "Go."
Lauma obeys, of course she does, and sits down timidly in the cushions of Nefer's seat. Her hands rest in her lap and she looks back up at Nefer with such reverence it almost scares her.
Nefer stalks over to her, feels Lauma's piercing gaze follow her as she rounds the back of the chair, and begins binding her wrists together with a neat little dendro trick she'd adapted from a friend. Lauma whimpers, looks back over her shoulder and shifts in her seat as she tries to tug at her hands — she looks up at Nefer with pleading eyes.
"Nefer," she breathes, "Please–"
"This is your forgiveness," Nefer states, walking over so that she's standing directly in front of her. "You were asking for it, yes?"
Lauma nods, jaw tight.
"Good." Nefer leans down, she doesn't miss the way Lauma's eyes snap to her chest as she does so, and uses the clawed tips of her fingers to push away the fabric covering Lauma's bottom half. Nefer thinks Lauma's always been rather scantily clad for a priestess but she's also never been one to complain — not when it had always been this easy to get enough access to her.
God knows why Lauma still wears those panties of hers but when Nefer looks down to see her hard, throbbing cock push against the fabric and stretching it just slightly, pre-cum soaking a little spot on the top, she does think it makes quite the pretty sight.
"How long have you been hard for?"
Lauma blinks and looks up at Nefer through her lashes. "I–"
"Did you walk here like this?" Nefer gently palms Lauma's dick in her hand, squeezing. "From Hiisi Island? That's quite the trek, Lauma."
Nefer feels the way Lauma shudders, feels Lauma trying to push her hips into Nefer's hand and Nefer, in her gracious nature, allows her to. She's grinding against a gloved hand, muffled whimpers escaping her through gritted teeth and Nefer's always thought Lauma looked especially stunning all needy like this.
"I'm sorry," Lauma breathes and Nefer completely believes her. "I just needed you so much."
"Tell me exactly what you need." Nefer uses a claw to hook the fabric of Lauma's underwear and drags it to the side, off of Lauma's cock. "And ask nicely."
It feels easy to slip back into this domineering persona of Nefer's, feels a lot easier to put up a tough front than to coddle Lauma and leave it up to chance for her emotions to begin spilling out.
Nefer peels her glove off, finger by finger and Lauma's head drops as the bare skin of Nefer's hand wraps around her cock.
"I need you to– need you to make me come, Nefer– oh Gods–" She sobs, hips bucking as Nefer drags her hand up to the tip and squeezes. Her thumb runs along the slit, smearing whatever has already built up all over it.
"You need me to?" Nefer asks, "Isn't that so greedy of you?"
Lauma nods frantically, "It is– it is– I'm sorry, I'm so sorry– I've been so selfish."
Nefer's hand pumps down and Lauma cries out.
"That's enough of that," Nefer tuts. Her hand begins a steady rhythm and Lauma can't help but whine. She watches the muscles in Lauma's legs twitch, watches the way she tries to suppress the noises coming out of her by biting down on her lip, watches the way she's subtly moving her hips in time with Nefer's hand and Nefer eats it all up. "This is your atonement. You want me to forgive you, don't you?"
"Yes," Lauma chants under her breath, "I do, please, Nefer–"
It had never taken much for Lauma to come — she's a very sensitive creature at the end of the day and Nefer appreciates that because it makes situations like these much, much simpler. She increases the rate of her hand and revels in the strangled cry that leaves Lauma.
"Are you going to come?" Nefer taunts, "Are you going to come for me?"
"Yes." Lauma screws her eyes shut. "Please, please, let me–"
And just before her release, Nefer retracts her hand. Lauma's muscles tense and her cock bows up until the tip of it taps against her own stomach. The chair scrapes against the floor as Lauma shuffles and Nefer can tell she's already grown sick of her restraints.
"Nefer," Lauma growls– growls and a wicked grin splits Nefer's face as she hears it. She laughs, hand covering her mouth as she gazes down at the way Lauma's struggling against her bonds.
"Yes, Lauma?" She draws her words out. Her foot nudges against Lauma's, spreading her legs further apart. "How can I help you?"
The frustration from just a second ago has melts away just as quickly as it came and Lauma's looking up at Nefer in defeat. There are tears just in the corner of her eyes and her lip is shivering — Lauma always did look so pretty when she cried.
"How many more?" Lauma's words come out meek and quiet and Nefer almost feels bad. Lauma knows how it goes in scenes like this, knows to obey and follow along with Nefer's whims if she's to get what she wants and Nefer can absolutely appreciate her Moonchanter's obedience.
A finger trails along the underneath of her's cock, from the base to the tip, only to let it drop.
"How many more can you take?"
"It hurts," is what Lauma replies and Nefer has no reason to doubt her; she doesn't think she's ever seen Lauma's cock so hard and ready before. "I just–"
"It's okay," Nefer murmurs. She places her left hand on the armrest of the chair, leaning down so that she's face to face with her. Her right one slowly wraps around Lauma's length once more and begins a slow, steady rhythm. Lauma groans, quietly, lips parting as she tries tilting her head up to capture Nefer's but misses. Nefer thinks it's adorable and laughs quietly right in her face. "You're okay, aren't you?"
Lauma nods her head and she's once more trying to get a kiss. "You take such good care of me, Nefer."
Something drops in Nefer's chest and her hand stops its ministrations briefly as the words sink in. "Don't lie to me like that, Lauma," Nefer says and she hopes Lauma doesn't notice the crack in her voice.
"You do," Lauma insists, words breathy, "You always have, you always will."
Nefer casts her eyes away, in anger, in shame, she doesn't know, but a low chuckle makes it out of her mouth before she can stop it. "You're just saying that so I'll let you come."
"No," comes Lauma's whine and finally she manages to at least mouth a pathetic little kiss to the corner of Nefer's lips, "I mean it."
The hand on the chair rises, grabs onto the nearest antler and pushes it back so that Nefer can crash her lips onto Lauma's. She strokes her hand along the horn in time with the one wrapped around Lauma's cock and something about the dual simulation seems to really do it for Lauma.
"Nefer– oh god," Lauma gasps into Nefer's mouth, "Oh dear Goddess above–"
Nefer shuts her up with her tongue.
Lauma tastes the way she looks: soft, sweet and supple like honey and ripe Lakkaberries and it's so addicting Nefer can't help but groan into Lauma's hungry mouth. Her tongue presses against Lauma's, runs along any surface it can find and pushes into her until Lauma has no option but to breathe through Nefer.
The hands on her antler and her cock maintain their steady rhythm and all Lauma can do is moan and make quiet, pitiful little noises for Nefer to drink up. Her hips cant in time with Nefer's hand and maybe she should feel embarrassed at the squelch that comes with each stroke. Nefer knows it's overstimulating, can feel the tears running down Lauma's face, but all she wishes for is for Lauma to feel it ten times over. She wants her sobbing, wants her down on her knees and begging and rutting and bucking for Nefer's attention, whining and coming until her spend runs clear and she's pleading for Nefer to stop. She wants Lauma to feel it in every nerve of her body, needs Lauma to sense Nefer's intentions course through her bloodstream until it's too much– too much for even a god to handle and–
"Nefer–" Lauma gasps and Nefer will never be able to erase the sound out of her mind. "I'm going to–"
"No." Their breaths are mingling and Nefer barely has to lean forward at all to capture Lauma's lips. She bites down in reprimand and Lauma whimpers. "I'm going to keep going and you're not to come. Do you understand?"
"But– Nefer–" Lauma's breaking down and it's beautiful. "I can't– please, please, please."
"Yes, you can." Even Nefer's grown breathless. Lauma looks so gorgeous like this, flushed and aching. "You're a good girl, aren't you?"
"I can't–" Lauma's sobbing into the side of Nefer's face, "I need to– I need to come– please, please–" The joints of the chair creak and groan as Lauma tries to thrash in her binds. Her chest stutters and she cries out so loudly Nefer's almost concerned it can be heard through the walls. And then Lauma gasps, "Nefer–!"
Nefer pulls away just before she can weasel her way to an orgasm. The chair nearly tips over, landing back on all four legs with a thud and Nefer almost finds it amusing when Lauma uses one of her feet to stomp at the ground like an angry bunny. She bends over, whole body heaving, and it's only after Lauma starts mewling that Nefer realises she's rubbing the tip of her cock against her own stomach.
Nefer tuts, takes hold of one an antler and forces her head back. "Lauma," she chastises, laughing, "What do you think you're doing?"
Lauma looks up at her, tears staining her face and eyes pleading. A sob wracks through her body. "Please."
Nefer wishes she could immortalise this scene forever, take a photo and keep it propped up on her desk until the end of time but even that would not do the sight justice. Her hand trails down Lauma's face, cups her cheek as she rubs a soothing thumb across the hot and red skin. Nefer leans forward to press a tender kiss to Lauma's forehead, tracing down the curve of her nose and along the plane of her cheek as she kisses away her tears; Lauma tilts her head into Nefer's touch and whimpers.
"Please what?" Nefer asks, just under her breath, "What do you want?"
"I just–" Lauma is stuttering all over her words, "I want to come, Nefer, I beg of you."
Nefer's free hand trails down her own body, hooking a finger in the waistband of her skirt as she begins to drag it down. Lauma's eyes follow the movement closely.
"Is this…" She steps out of it and holds the piece of clothing up between Lauma and herself, "Good enough, Moonchanter?"
Lauma swallows as she nods, "Yes, yes– oh dear Goddess, yes."
Nefer lets out a low chuckle, leaning back out of Lauma's face as she slowly turns around and bends over. She wiggles her hips a little to elicit a reaction and it works. Nefer knows she's a sight to see, knows Lauma is currently tracing her greedy gaze along the swell of her ass and down the length of her legs and she revels in the muted whimper she hears as she very slowly starts pushing her panties down.
She stands back up, discards her underwear somewhere random, hands drawing up her thighs and she looks back over her shoulder to see Lauma practically salivating. With a flick of her wrist, the dendro constructs around Lauma's hands are dismissed and it does not take long before Lauma pounces on her.
Nefer grunts as she's shoved against the desk, the edge of the table digging into her skin and Lauma's body pressed against her back. She's bent over just slightly, a hand between her shoulder blades forcing her down as Lauma rubs her cock against her sopping folds. She hadn't noticed it earlier but Nefer can feel herself dripping down her own thighs and the cold air of her office hitting the slick makes her shiver.
The tip of Lauma's cock catches her entrance a few times and from the stutter of her hips, Nefer can tell she's holding herself back.
"Lauma," Nefer breathes, sucking in a sharp breath as Lauma's cock rolls over her clit. "I'm not going to break–"
"I don't– I don't want to hurt you," she mutters, brows pinched in concentration, "I just–"
Nefer pushes her hips back and she can't help the moan that bubbles out of her as the first couple of inches slide in. Lauma folds over onto her and with the motion, she sinks all the way in. Nefer's hips buck backward and her eyes blow wide at the intrusion and she's about to make some out of breath remark about Lauma's size before she feels something sticky and warm fill her up. There's a moment of quiet, where the only thing that can be heard is both of their breaths intertwining, before Nefer lets out a broken, quiet laugh.
"Lauma…" She begins and she can already feel Lauma's shame radiating through where she's got her forehead pressed to Nefer's upper back. "Did you just…?"
"I'm sorry," Lauma mutters weakly, "I just…"
Nefer really can't help the laugh ripples through her and she can just feel the pout on Lauma's face. "It's okay," she sighs, head falling against the surface of the desk, "Take your– Lauma."
She starts moving — it's not slow by any means and each thrust sends her jostling against the table slightly. But Nefer knows she can do much worse.
"You just…" Lauma's moaning and whispering in her ear, "You feel so good, Nefer."
It's been a while since she's felt Lauma's cock inside of her: the curve and the veins and the size of it. It's not been a while since she's had anything inside her at all, no — she doesn't think she can count the number of nights she's indulged herself, fucked herself to half the capacity Lauma ever had, moaning and chanting the Moonchanter's name out into the lonely air of her abode. She'd imagined soft lips on her skin, skilled fingers between her legs and gentle words telling her how well she's doing.
"Fuck," Nefer manages between gritted teeth, hand gripping the edge of the table as if her life depended on it. "Lauma–"
Lauma's huffing and puffing behind her, hips growing steadily in their pace as she mindlessly ruts and fucks into Nefer's slick and welcoming hole. She grunts, hands placing themselves on the far border of the desk, one over Nefer's white-knuckled grasp.
"Oh, Nefer," the way she says it is almost dreamy, "I've missed you so much."
Nefer doesn't think she could ever make such a noise but when Lauma's so deep inside her, pushing her cum further in, around her cock and out until it's gushing out of her and she's whispering words that Nefer could only imagine in her dreams, she lets out a strangled cry. She can't do anything trapped under Lauma's weight, not when she's keeping her pinned so tightly against the desk, and so all she does is squirm and moan.
"Lauma–" she gasps as Lauma angles her hips down and lets out a gutteral groan right into Nefer's ear. "Oh– dear Archons–"
Lauma doubles down on her efforts — the table creaks beneath them and Nefer's whole body is careening back and forth in time with Lauma's thrusts.
"This rut of yours–" Nefer huffs between choked moans, "Fuck–"
Lauma mouths at her neck, biting and kissing and sinking sharp canines into Nefer's skin and Nefer's whole body shudders. She doesn't know how much longer she can hold out, doesn't know how much longer it will take before she comes– whether that's before or after Lauma spills inside her again.
"Nefer," Lauma whines and Nefer doesn't understand how she can sound so pathetic when she's actively fucking Nefer so hard it feels like her soul is leaving her body. "You take me so well, Nefer– only you, only you could–"
She clenches around Lauma, pushes her out, pulls her back in, makes her work for the brutal pace she's set but it doesn't seem to deter her as she keeps pistoning her hips like the animal in rut she is.
Nefer's trembling free hand slowly crawls over to her face and as she screws her eyes shut, she bites down on the meaty base of her thumb. She hadn't realised the sheer volume of her noises until they'd been muffled and an ounce of embarrassment slithers up her spine.
Lauma's thrusts grow more frantic, breathing more erratic and Nefer would be a liar if she said she wasn't also on the cusp of an orgasm. She doesn't know which one happens first, whether it's Lauma bottoming out and the feeling of being filled that brings her over the edge, or whether Lauma spills as she feels Nefer clench around her but Nefer thinks it doesn't particularly matter.
They're a heap of limbs on top of Nefer's desk, heaving chests and stuttered breaths combining into one unanimous string of pants. Sweat sticks to all the crevices of Nefer's skin and her back aches slightly as Lauma peels herself off of it.
"Ah," Lauma slips out of Nefer and slight mortification settles in as Nefer hears thick liquid drip onto her floor. "I'll– I'll help you clean up."
Nefer groans as she pushes herself off the desk, feels gravity do its work and she has to cup herself in shame as she watches Lauma rummage through her drawers for anything to clean her up with. Lauma bounds back to where Nefer is perched awkwardly against the table and a smile and giggle emerge from her.
"I always did you think you were adorable when you're shy," Lauma says, gently guiding Nefer's hand away as she wipes at the red and puffy folds. Nefer's breath comes out in a stutter, her body sensitive and sore and her face positively flaming.
"Your head seems… clearer," Nefer mumbles as her head is steered to Lauma's shoulder.
"Very much so," she confirms, folding the towel neatly and setting it atop the desk. "And I have you to thank for that."
Nefer scoffs and she hates the way her legs tremble because it means Lauma is her only pillar of support. Silence grows around them, not hostile or uneasy like it had been many years ago, but soft and quiet that gives them both some time to think.
"I meant what I said," Lauma begins softly, "With wanting you–"
"I know." Nefer cuts her off. She knows, she can feel the sincerity that Lauma's words are delivered with and it pains her because it feels like she's wasted time building all these walls to protect herself from this very scenario when in reality, it's all she's ever dreamed of. "I know, Lauma."
She can feel Lauma deflate against her. "Does this mean you… don't…?"
"No," Nefer shakes her head; her hands grip onto Lauma's shoulders and she buries her face deeper into her neck. "I do. I always have. I was just… afraid."
"That's okay," Lauma wraps her arms around her and squeezes, "Take your time."
"Was this your plan?" Nefer lifts her head up slightly to look at Lauma. "Confess to me mid-rut?"
"Ah–" Lauma flushes as if the events of the previous hour hadn't transpired. "Not exactly. I barely even realised what I was doing until I ended up at the front door."