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Dusk had settled over Tracen Academy; another day of hard work was coming to an end. This was true not only for the ordinary students, but also for the council that watched over them.
Right now, though, the student council had other priorities. In the pursuit of bliss for their fellow Umamusume, a certain president would often ignore her own needs. They would build up, traitorously, until they burst to the surface like fireworks. This was one of those times.
With a click, the office door was locked, and two figures moved toward the back of the room.
The rumors were true: Symboli Rudolf and Air Groove enjoyed a professional and personal relationship. They were the president and vice president, leader and right hand, Emperor and Empress. But Air Groove wasn't there at the moment, having a personal gardening project to tend to.
Indeed, the students at Tracen Academy hadn't caught on to the third player lurking in the shadows.
"Truthfully, I still haven't the faintest idea how the student body would react to this..." Rudolf murmured, voice trembling as she watched herself be pinned against the wall. "To think that not only Air Groove and I are seeing each other, but..."
"Well then, I guess you'll just have to keep quiet, president." The last word was more spat than spoken, like a predator looking down upon its prey. Yes, whenever Brian and Rudolf gathered like this, hushed voices in the back of the student council office, it was with one objective: to tear the idea of indomitable "Emperor" Symboli Rudolf to shreds.
Being rivals on the racetrack and comrades on the council meant that Brian knew plenty about the girl in front of her. Time and time again, there was an undercurrent of "instinct" between them: a desire to see the true beast within each of them, to let nothing but passion enter their minds. Usually, that would also mean a competitive spirit—
—but as Brian kept Rudolf's wrists pinned to the wall and began to press their lips together, Rudolf did nothing to stop her, and their kisses only grew hungrier.
Somewhere beneath that craving for instincts, there was a more hidden side to the president: a side that wanted to lose control specifically to someone else. A perfect fit for someone seeking prey, and perhaps even a reason why Rudolf had been so intrigued by Brian. Some would say this desire was undignified. Brian would say it was deliciously raw.
"Mmh..." Rudolf's moans, gradually beginning to slip out between kisses, were also undeniably raw. "Ah, Brian..."
"Damn, you're this desperate already?" The bluntness was a pleasurable punch to the gut, and Rudolf's next noise was just a bit louder in response. "Pathetic. Well, too bad. I'll keep you right here until I'm satiated."
As proof, she pushed her tongue into Rudolf's mouth, her prey letting out a gasp before meeting that tongue with her own. In the corner of her eye, Brian noticed Rudolf's wrists twitching, trying not to fight against Brian's grasp; she let the right wrist go so she could squeeze a breast through Rudolf's uniform, and the freed hand writhed, unsure where to go.
One thing was certain: Rudolf was definitely getting worked up. But of course, she thought, it made sense that it took so little. They wouldn't be doing this in the office if there was no pent-up president to care for.
...Not that Brian minded.
She pressed a knee into Rudolf's core through her skirt and watched as Rudolf fought the temptation to buck her hips. She managed to hold out, to force that one spark to be enough, until Brian did it again a few seconds later. Rudolf's patience was fraying, eyes darkened with lust. Even so, a distant part of her reminded her that it would be embarrassing to beg.
"Brian, please," she heard herself whine anyway. "Please, I am... at my limit..."
Mercifully, Brian pulled away and released Rudolf's other wrist. She took that hand and led them over to the desk.
"Take this off," she said, pointing at Rudolf's Tracen Academy uniform. "Then get on the desk."
Rudolf didn't move. "Pardon? The... the desk?" The day's folders and documents could easily be moved out of the way, but she couldn't fathom doing something so base on the student council president's desk. There were perfectly suitable couches that they'd used before, and—
"Prey doesn't ask questions. Remind me, what are you right now?"
"...Right," Rudolf mumbled. If there was truly a concern, she knew that she could voice it, and Brian would listen. But she didn't say anything more.
Instead, she removed her uniform as quickly yet carefully as she could, revealing her plain black undergarments. She hastily folded it and draped it over her chair.
The sudden chill hitting her skin did not cause her to shudder, yet Brian licking her lips certainly did.
With each step forward that the beast took, Rudolf took another step back, until she had nowhere left to run. Trapped, willingly, she took her place on the desk.
"Say it, Rudolf." Brian smirked. There it was: that lithe body, those beautiful curves, those magenta eyes just a bit too embarrassed to meet her gaze. Symboli Rudolf, all hers for the taking. "What are you?"
Without waiting for an answer, Brian reached around the other girl to remove her bra. Her fingers, like coming home, easily found the clasp in the back. The sight of soft breasts spilling out spurred her to go wild. She cupped them in her hands, half as self-indulgence and half as a warning—and then she bit down. Rudolf cried out, her back arching from the mix of pain and pleasure.
"Prey!" Rudolf pleaded. "I am prey, Brian, your prey...!"
Brian grunted in agreement. She rewarded Rudolf with a lick to soothe where she had been bitten, followed by licks closer and closer to her hardened nipple. Brian swirled her tongue around to savor the taste of her skin before sucking on that sweet spot. At the same time, the thumb on her other breast flicked and pinched the nipple. Rudolf sighed, some of her tension finally being released... but it wasn't enough. Her body shuddered from the effort of staying still. She craved more, more, more.
Without fully realizing, her hand drifted to Brian's ear, lazily playing with the tip. For a split second, the hunter role faltered, and Brian pushed her head slightly further into Rudolf's chest as she let out a soft moan. Even though it was quiet, even though it wasn't meant to be known, Rudolf heard it. She could feel herself getting even wetter as she let her eyes flutter shut.
Brian began to travel further and further down Rudolf's body, lavishing her with kisses everywhere along the way. Just when Rudolf felt lips near her aching core, though... the feeling stopped. For a few seconds, everything was still. She kept her eyes closed in anticipation.
She did not anticipate the next sensation to be sharp pain on her inner right thigh. The Emperor's last shred of dignity was torn out of her as she—Goddesses help her—squealed not unlike a chew toy. Her eyes flew open, her face burning impossibly hot.
"Sorry," she heard Brian say below her. "Couldn't help it. You tempt me too much." Brian sounded playful, but then she paused, gently licking the bite mark like she did for Rudolf earlier. "...You okay?"
Was Rudolf embarrassed? Even more aroused? She couldn't decipher herself anymore. Maybe she was simply defeated, surrendered to the carnal desires within them both. But she was definitely okay. More than okay. "Yes," she replied. "Please... continue."
Brian grinned, baring her fangs at Rudolf just long enough for it to register in her prey's mind. Then, she resumed her travel up Rudolf's thighs, holding them in place with a firm yet gentle grip. Instead of outright biting this time, she simply sucked harder on some of the kisses to mark her territory. The closer she inched toward where Rudolf needed her most, the more the girl on the desk whimpered.
Then, at last, she was there.
Brian lapped at the wetness between Rudolf's folds, proud of how much there was—how much Rudolf wanted her—before dragging her tongue up to the clit. She started with slow, deliberate, teasing licks, but she quickly increased the pace. They had both gotten impatient. They both wanted to see the Emperor fall apart. And fall apart, she did.
"Ah, ah—! Brian...!" Rudolf gasped and moaned. Her hips thrusted involuntarily as her hands gripped the desk like her life depended on it.
She couldn't bring herself to care about her voice cracking or her cries saturating the air. There was no regality, no composure, in any of this anyway. Just how they liked it. So she cried out, again and again, calling Brian's name and melting into her touch. Her face burned with arousal, but her heart was warm with the heat of something softer.
A pleasurable tension began to overtake her body and mind. She knew what was coming. After all that teasing and an unknown amount of time since her last climax, it simply felt so good, and she was almost there—
"Brian, please, I—" Another moan strangled her voice. "I'm c—so close, please..."
Brian lifted her head from Rudolf's cunt with a noise that was nothing short of obscene. Their eyes locked, and Brian's lips quirked upward. "Oh? Then do it. On your desk, right now."
Another lick. Rudolf's breath hitched.
"No holding back, not from me. Come for me, Rudolf."
She dove back in, sucking on that desperate nub. Her nails—or, perhaps, claws—pressed into Rudolf's thighs, and she felt the instant that the other girl shattered.
She felt it in the way Rudolf's legs clamped around her head, unable and unwilling to let her go. She felt it on her face as Rudolf's back arched, her core throbbing against Brian's tongue as drops of release spilled out. She felt it in the air that had long been thick with desire and thinned out with every new gasp.
And Rudolf, she was utterly consumed. She could do nothing but feel. Her few remaining thoughts, rapidly disintegrating, all converged to one point. The name she sang out, the muse for her instincts: Brian, Brian, Brian.
Brian continued rubbing with her tongue until Rudolf's spasms began to mellow and her keening melted into whimpers. With one last kiss on the swollen bud, she pulled back, then licked the wetness around her lips. It tasted unmistakably like Rudolf. Brian couldn't help but smile fondly.
She moved further back, getting a good look at Rudolf for the first time since she went down on the other girl. Rudolf's grip on the desk had loosened, as had the rest of her body. Her head had lolled back at some point, chestnut-colored hair falling almost regally. The sound of heavy panting filled the room, exhaustion and satisfaction competing to be the one to steal her breath away. All in all, Brian had certainly marked her territory, devoured her prey.
Finally standing up, Brian wasted no time embracing Rudolf in a tight hug, stroking her hair as she gradually returned to the mortal realm. Minutes passed in comfortable silence. When Rudolf's lips parted next, it was not to pant, but to speak.
"...I love you."
Brian blinked once, then scoffed. "You're just saying that because I—"
"No, Brian. I truly do." Though her smile was dazed, her eyes were clear with intent. "My judgement need not be clouded by physical release for me to feel this way about you."
"...Hmph. You're so sappy, Rudolf." Still, Brian smiled back, the blush on her face deepening just the slightest bit.
"I believe a more fitting descriptor would be 'happy,' but regardless..." Rudolf shifted herself off the desk. She started to put her uniform back on, but her gaze remained on Brian, hungry for something else. "Shall I return the favor, my dear beast?"
"I'd like that," Brian replied. "But with a bed this time. Unlike you, I can wait longer than two seconds for us to get out of here."
Rudolf chuckled. "My apologies. I simply wanted to... expedite the student council's final task for today."
Brian rolled her eyes and walked out the office doors, but not before she heard another, more dangerous giggle from behind her.
It wouldn't be long before the Emperor would fell the Beast.