Tendencies of Maya's kindness

(World—001, 💧‼️) Lacrymira asks Maya to accompany her while she finishes her work by sitting on her lap. It goes like how you think it would. Complete with punishment for Maya, that is...

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Scratch, scratch…

The sound of pen strokes against paper was audible inside the room, accompanied by the sound of steady breathing as Lacrymira moved the pen to make a neat, tidy, elegant script. The chandelier above illuminated the dim atmosphere of her work space. She adjusted her reading glasses, continuing to pour little by little information into her work.

Knock, knock!

Her thought process was interrupted by the knocks on the wooden surface of her door, making her turn around to the source of the noise.

Then a series of knocks followed after the first, before the door opened with a click and slide and finally revealing the silhouette behind the door.

Maya peeked from the gap of the door. “Lacrymira, what are you doing here?” she asked, tilting her head inside the threshold of the room to make herself visible to Lacrymira. But not enough to directly look at her.

“Maya,” Lacrymira lifted an eyebrow at the sight of her wife, but there was a slight spark in her eyes just from laying her eyes upon Maya.

She shifted her posture slightly, her chair producing a sharp noise as she kicked it back. Mustering all of her attention to Maya, she spoke, “Just working on something,” Lacrymira dipped the pen back into the ink.

Because of course, Maya is more important than what she's doing. And if anyone asked her, Maya is infinitely better than the mundane process of knowledge.

“Lacrymira, stop putting all your time to that ‘something’ for once,” Maya grumpily huffed. She tried to peek further, but she instead noticed Lacrymira’s new look with the uncommon addition of the reading glasses. Huh?

Oh.

Wow. She couldn't help but stare shamelessly. Her eyes were practically laced with indecent thoughts.

Maya doesn't know why, but something inside her has sparked unnoticeably. Nervousness suddenly crept up behind her when she noticed she was staring for too long.

“Um,” she gulped, averting her gaze from Lacrymira’s face to save herself from her mistake.

Thankfully, Maya wasn't that visible for Lacrymira to notice her prolonged gaze.

“Why don't you come here,” Lacrymira beckoned Maya to come over, to which Maya reluctantly nodded, taking the opportunity to let her gaze scan every edge of the room while making slow steps until she was right in front of Lacrymira’s view. “What warrants the need for you to disrupt this fine evening, mm?”

Please take her right now.

“...sorry,” Maya said sheepishly, although she does not look sorry at all. More than often, she'll avert her gaze to the paper just to avoid the detail of Lacrymira’s glasses.

“I just wanted to let you know that I made some cookies… Do– do you want some?” she stammered slightly on her words.

Oblivious to Maya's current state, Lacrymira pretends to consider Maya's offer, but really, she wouldn't think twice about Maya's cookies; it is too good to pass on. She hummed for a short moment as if she was contemplating.

Lacrymira opened her mouth to reply. “That would be nice—”

“Okay, I'll bring them here for you to try!” Maya cut Lacrymira off with a forced smile, then practically ran off to retrieve the baked goods with hurried steps. Lacrymira was able to catch the brief redness tinting Maya's expression as the door slid closed with her.

Bemused, her lips upturned into a fond smile at Maya's sudden action. “How shy,” Lacrymira let out an amused chuckle.

Nevertheless, she let Maya take her time, choosing to instead get back to her work. With a low huff, she adjusted her glasses, picked up the pen again, and the sound of the pen scratching the paper soon resumed echoing inside the room. The quietness of the room was relaxing, allowing words to flow with no problem into paper.

The door slid open again, with Maya bringing a plate full of chocolate cookies in one hand, and in the other a cup of coffee. It had a fruity hint amidst the bitter exterior of the scent, just how Lacrymira likes it.

Combined with the scent of fresh sweet baked goods, this was nothing short of mouthwatering.

“...I’m back,” Maya placed them on the side of Lacrymira’s desk, to which Lacrymira reciprocated with an acknowledging hum, putting her pen away again in order to pay more attention to Maya.

“Thank you, Maya,” Taking a piece of cookie, she bit into the soft surface of it. Sweetness melted into her taste buds, and Lacrymira gratefully munched on it with delight.

Just those thankful words made Maya suck a sharp breath naturally.

She watched intently, gauging Lacrymira's feelings from the slightest shift of her expression becoming more relaxed. The more she gazed at Lacrymira, she could feel something truly reacting in response. Masking the problem, Maya shut her legs closed with an annoyed smile.

The sooner this is over, the better…

“I take it that you love it, then?”

Lacrymira scoffed. “So confident. But that's an understatement,” complimented Lacrymira. She leaned on the desk with her head resting on her hand.

“But I think it'd be better if you could… accompany me here while I do work,” Lacrymira took a sip of her coffee. “You see, I'm feeling a little lonely. I could use a company right then and there.”

Maya almost groaned. Not another complication. “...but I'm busy,” she shifted her position uncomfortably. “Maybe you just need to get out of your office for once. I'm not gonna…” she trailed off at the implication of Lacrymira’s words, but knew there's no denying Lacrymira. She’ll always get what she wants anyways.

The force Maya used to clench her legs shut must've been too strong that it would be visible and easy to notice.

“No can do,”

“But—” With a heavy tug, the vulnerable Maya was shortly put in her place. Now perched on Lacrymira’s lap, she looked like she belonged right there.

Maya wriggled in place, squirming while her thighs were still clenched. Holding back her desire, her body was unusually tense. But her thoughts flared with heat and anticipation. 

She bit into her lips, trying to stay silent and not move even a slightest bit.

“I said, you'll stay here whether you like it or not,” Lacrymira firmly stated to her. “Is that clear?”

“Lacrymira—” Maya whined, but made no qualms about moving off her position. She placed her hands on her lap, covering the area between them embarrassingly in a natural way.

Their proximity was a little bit too close for comfort. Lacrymira merely adjusted Maya’s seat, her arms snaking around her delicate form tightly. She rested her head on Maya's shoulder.

Maya sucked another sharp gasp when she felt Lacrymira press numerous kisses on her neck. “Stop,” she bit her lips, praying for Lacrymira to not notice at this point because oh how it made the heat worse. And she did that without even trying.

“Maya,” a hand grasped one of Maya's, caressing it lightly and teasingly, “Don't go away, dear,” her pleading words were muffled.

“You make a wonderful piece on my lap. I won't do anything… for now.” she chuckles.

Something was steadily soaking humiliatingly indeed for Maya.

Maya stayed silent, but her hands were restlessly tugging on Lacrymira’s clothes. A part of her wanted to reprimand Lacrymira and force her to take a break from work, but a part of her also badly wanted her to take her right now.

What a dilemma.

Having received no retort from her, Lacrymira blew hot air to Maya's ear playfully, causing Maya to shiver. “I'll take that as a yes, then,” she nipped Maya's sensitive neck as a warning, earning herself a beautiful, soft tiny noise and a tremble in response.

Maya tried to kick her away, a cute red hue painting her face, “I’m literally here to tell you to st–stop working, not to—” her words were cut off by her own moan when Lacrymira teased the back of her ear, licking and nibbling it gently.

Maya ceased her distracting tugs, her hands retracting but still staying to rest on Lacrymira’s thighs docilely in an act of defeat. 

“Haa… fine, don't do that…” said Maya with a voice full of repressed desperation.

There was an unspoken tension in the air, and it would be a lie to say it didn't affect Lacrymira at all too… but there's still Maya for her to take care of. And where would the fun be without taking as much gratification from Maya too while she was at it?

“Stay still and quiet while I work on this, won't you?”

A loud warning smack on her butt startled poor Maya, demanding her obedience. Then she wrapped her arm around Maya's waist, pulling her close on her lap. “Comfortable?”

Taken aback for a moment, Maya grasped Lacrymira’s arm, loosening it temporarily. “I– ah… Mhm…” Maya nodded lightly, leaning back on Lacrymira's front to take a more relaxed posture.

“Good,” one of Lacrymira’s hands left Maya's body to continue writing the manuscript.

With the addition of a candy of her eyes, she felt her thoughts flowing naturally faster but also at the same time wandering. Especially when paired with Maya occasionally squirming, her breaths coming in heavy pants when her fingers slipped through the layers of Maya's garments and idly wandered across the expanse of her body while occupied.

Perfect. Her mouth nibbled the back of Maya's sensitive ear.

“No underwear today? How lewd.”

“Lacrymira, what are you— mmhn… haa… pervert…” Maya whispered quietly, trying not to mewl when the tongue dragged across her skin. Maya felt like she was losing her mind. “Please stop and just focus on writing—” 

What were innocuous touches turned into firm, purposeful touches. It doesn't help that Lacrymira was not an ounce subtle with her ministrations.

“Mm?” she squeezed Maya's thigh, feeling the material of her stockings in her hands, pretending to be oblivious to the current predicament. “I’m not. Just appreciating my dearest,” she says, while her hand betrayed her words and dragged upward to cup the piece of art that is Maya's breast, gently caressing and putting pressure on it.

“Please…” was all Maya could utter, her eyes starting to blur from lust. “This is cruel,” she whined pathetically, her fingers grasping Lacrymira's hand demandingly.

“Says the one soaking my pants,” Lacrymira sighed, pinching Maya's nipple harshly. “Maybe you need to learn some respect.”

It's really, really hard to deny that she's not also affected by Maya's little whimpers. They're not only sweeter than the taste of cookies still lingering on her taste buds, but also tangy and bold like wine. She vouched she was starting to feel lightheaded just from the addictive and electric sensation of Maya against her… 

Maya squirmed, letting out a sweet little moan from the harsh pull that almost made her throw back her head in pleasure.

Lacrymira’s pen almost cracked in half. Her hand shook from restricting her strength so as to not break yet another pen because of Maya. Her free hand tried to pry Maya's thighs open gently, but it was met with resistance instead.

Lacrymira clicked her tongue in disapproval. “Oh? Trying to hide your little mess?” she cooed. “Open, darling…”

Maya could sense the hidden cue she knew too well. “I—” Maya sucked a sharp intake of breath, “...mmh…” her tone was laced with shyness and arousal, still fighting to keep it closed to save her dignity.

The chair creaked as Lacrymira leaned forward slightly to put her pen back in the ink, then returned back to focus on Maya. “I said open,” Lacrymira stroked Maya's thigh, “You know I can just leave you here all trembling and unsatisfied,” her fingers brushed just right above Maya's intimate area obstructed by layers of her clothes. Her words were murmured against Maya's neck, “Don't you?” she marked her neck once more.

“Fi-fine!” Maya relented, giving Lacrymira access to her vulnerable parts, which Lacrymira accepted as eagerly but also poisedly.

It annoyed Maya that she was always the only one disheveled while Lacrymira gets to tease her fully covered. Her voice wavered, as she pitifully said, “Don't you dare abandon me while I'm like this…”

“Of course not,” Lacrymira purred. “How could I?”

At least she couldn't, physically. A feast was practically in front of her, all dependent and ready to take, just for her. Her heart fluttered with devotion! Only her dearest could draw such a reaction from her, indeed. The digits just shy of Maya's drenched region tugged on the thing getting in the way of feeling Maya's soft inner thigh.

“Just… rip it off,” Maya breathed out. “Still have plenty…”

“You’re being hasty, Maya,” Lacrymira chuckled. “As you wish, then.”

Tugging on the fabric once more—

Rip!

—the fabric easily complied to the harsh pull, revealing the soft, supple skin of Maya's thighs underneath, without anything covering them. Lacrymira didn't spare any moment to feel them on her hand.

“Ufufu… precious,” she turned Maya's head to capture her lips in a kiss, to which Maya accepted albeit sloppily. Lacrymira licked her lips as they parted, reaching for her desk to retrieve a half finished bottle. Her hand returned back to Maya's hose to rip it further, opening a large gap enough to also expose the folds between her legs.

“...this is, mm, the second hose I've gone through this week,” Maya complained with a troubled whine. “And it's only Tuesday.”

“And? this won't be the last,” Lacrymira opened the cap, pouring a generous amount of the viscous liquid on her fingers.

Maya knows if she were to blame Lacrymira's lack of self preservation, she would also have to be blamed for encouraging it.

“You’re not the one suffering from it!” Maya sulks. “I'm the one who—” she was cut off by her own gasp, feeling long, slender glove-clad fingers circle her entrance slowly, hissing slightly at the difference of the cold lube coming in contact with her own warmth.

“Hm… well,” her fingers moved to tease her clit instead with feather light strokes. “But you’re enjoying the outcome, though?”

“Y–yes—!” she moved instinctively, trying to seek more friction from Lacrymira’s digits. “Haa… please more,” she squirmed.

“In due time, Maya,” she gave Maya's neck a peck, leaving more trails of bites as she pried more of those begs and whimpers with her digits.

How sweet… she had initially wanted to make this last longer. She craved more and more of Maya's sweet and obscene songs, but she had work to do.

When Lacrymira felt Maya was more than ready, she slipped two fingers inside of her tight heat slowly. The slow, smooth drag of Lacrymira’s digits facilitated by the lubricant made Maya let out a long, pleasure-filled whimper.

…they weren't even fully buried, but they reached a depth Maya could only dream of reaching with her own. Her digits were long and slender, so they were more than enough to hit the right spot for her. The fingers’ movements halted to let Maya get used to their presence for a moment.

“Mhn…” Maya huffed, wiping off a sweat from her forehead. “Just move now,” she said with a small frown.

Lacrymira felt every curve inside Maya with slow dexterous prods and rubs, to which Maya responded with involuntary contractions that seemed to want to suck Lacrymira’s fingers deeper…

Then they curled to press against that sweet spot.

Maya’s back arched with a mewl, tightening and tensing on Lacrymira. However, it made it difficult for her to make any movements.

“Shh… don't be too tense, Maya dear,” Lacrymira stroked Maya's head. “Let loose, just like that,” Lacrymira rewarded Maya with a pump against her sweet spot, then she started pushing in and out at a steady pace. “Yes, good girl.”

Every squelch sent electric heat to pool inside her bottom half. Her vision was hazy with desperation. 

“Lacrymira…” moaned Maya again. At this point, she doesn't care if she's ruining Lacrymira’s pants, only caring about chasing needless pleasure. Her hips moved to grind herself on the digits with each pump. Her own symphony echoed inside the quiet office.

Lacrymira’s lips curled into a smile. She was particularly weak to Maya's lewd whimpers. The fabric of her pants felt too tight.

A part of Lacrymira wanted her to ignore the problem inside the confines of her clothes, but seeing Maya like this was too much for her to not take… as a selfish individual. But first, she wanted to make a mess of Maya first before taking care of it with the cute thing on her lap, of course.

Playing with the sensitive bundle of nerves above her entrance with her thumb, she used her mouth to stimulate her further with more nips on the back of her ear.

Maya’s voice wavered, “Uh… no–not all at once…” her expression scrunched in pleasure, trembling as she was pushed further and further to ecstasy just from Lacrymira's whispered praises and touches.

It was a delightful torture.

“Come on, my dearest,” the frequency of the squelches increased, “You’re doing so well for me,” Lacrymira praised. “Just a little more before I need to finish my work,” she adds. But Maya knew ‘a little more’ was that much of a stretch for her.

Soon, it all reached a boiling point for Maya. Her meek body was played like an instrument. Each cries and whimpers— the building pressure was making her mind dizzy and hazy. It threatens to swallow her whole into the void filled with thoughts of just that overwhelming feeling and… Lacrymira.

Maya's hips bucked up. The knot in her stomach was tightening with each second Lacrymira loved her lustfully.

“Lacrymira—” Maya yelps. “C–Close…” she held onto the arms of the chair in a desperate grip.

Oh how innocent and sinful.

“Go on,” Lacrymira’s breath hitched from the breathtaking display, “Come,” her occupied hands drove Maya straight to her edge of hell.

Maya came with a wail, her toes curling from the sheer sensation of her release. All scrunched up on top of Lacrymira’s lap, she uncontrollably managed through the waves of mind blinding bliss until she was left panting and weak.

Lacrymira stroked Maya's head gently, retracting the other from Maya's dripping folds. It was steadily dripping to the fabric below— Lacrymira’s pants. Most of it was already stained, though, from Maya's release.

“Look at how much you came, Maya,” Lacrymira pats Maya’s thigh. “So perfect… so wonderful… I've run out of praises for you,” she chuckles, then took a sample of Maya’s wetness, bringing to her mouth to taste, “Sweet…”

How Lacrymira’s pants strained further from the familiar tangyness was telling another story.

“Don’t— just taste it like that!” Maya exclaimed embarrassedly, her face now resembling that of a tomato. She tried to seize Lacrymira’s hand, but with her weakened state, she was easily overthrown. “I–it’s dirty.”

“Incorrect, Maya dear. Everything from you is nothing short of divine,” Lacrymira kissed along Maya’s jaw. “You bestow divine blessings upon me daily,” she continued, pressing a kiss on the back of Maya’s hand, “Generous goddess.”

Maya whined. This is unfair. It's as if Lacrymira knows all her weaknesses. She wondered if it has something to do with Lacrymira being ‘Insight’.

“Flatterer,” her half naked body shifted from the large damp spot beneath her. “Are you done yet? Trying to get back to work?” she patted the affected area that has even spanned to Lacrymira’s thighs, as if trying to dry them off in a very adorable attempt.

Maya's gesture has drawn her attention, and she almost felt her erection pop up literally. Her cute wife was driving her crazy, ignoring how having Maya close to her, inhaling her scent was already having a very severe effect on her.

“After ruining my pants like this? Oh, no, I'm afraid you're not getting away any time now,” Lacrymira wrapped her arms around Maya for emphasis, “Though I do need to finish my work as soon as possible…” she trailed off. “No need to fret over my clothes like this. It'll be off the next minute anyways,” Lacrymira suggested.

“Ah… you dummy,” Maya scolded. “Just say you want me to warm you up while you work.”

Minding the straining erection she had, she rubbed herself against Maya slowly. “I do, as a matter of fact,” Lacrymira grunted lowly.

Feeling the friction of the bulge grinding itself just outside her heat, she was starting to feel her body temperature rise up again. Maya squirms, grinding back to return Lacrymira’s eagerness.

Maya tilted her head to gaze on Lacrymira. “You're still awfully abstruse… like the first time you've encountered me,” she turned her head away with a giggle, continuing to move back and forth to seek a semblance of relief, “In that Terra.”

Lacrymira grabbed Maya's waist to control her pace. “And you're still as cute as ever,” she replied. “It’s just in my nature. In my defense, if a darling suddenly appeared from starlight like heaven sent her for me in the middle of doing a task, I wouldn't waste that chance.” Lacrymira chuckled.

Turning Maya around, she made Maya straddle her hips. Maya rather fitted the role too well, now sitting tantalizingly in a way that made her want to devour Maya just from staring at her.

Unbuckling her belt with one hand, Lacrymira unzipped her pants and kicked it aside, leaving her only in her briefs. “Though… that time, I still needed to be careful. Or else, ‘she could potentially be a threat’,” she quoted.

Maya enthusiastically accepted the removal of that layer of clothes, reaching beneath her to stroke the visibly poking bulge in circling motions. Feeling more sensitive from only receiving Maya's touches through a thin piece of clothing, the Ascendant quietly cursed.

“At least that's what Nell thought. Not me. After all, how could a being exuding gentleness even do any harm?”

“You’re underestimating me,” Maya squished the bulge lightly, tugging on the waistband pleadingly.

Lacrymira hissed from the sensation. “I'm not. It's a compliment,” she let out a chuckle, lifting Maya up enough for her to slip out of her briefs, letting it fall below on the floor.

“Mm? Really?” Maya asked with a slight tilt of her head.

Lacrymira’s cheeks had the slightest tint of red from merely laying her eyes on her wife's expression, totally cute…

“Mhm. You're beautiful and adorable…” Lacrymira’s eyes glimmered a little bit.

And a little bit scary, but Lacrymira didn't elaborate on that verbally.

“I don't regret stealing you at all,” Lacrymira suggested with a small grin. 

Maya rested her hands on Lacrymira’s shoulders. “Ehehe… what a ‘normal’ sentence,” her two-colored eyes softened. “If you hadn't encountered me, things would've been different,” Maya's eyes flicked to the side with a smile, “Like I'll never get to meet sister Nell.”

“That's very unwise to mention another woman in the middle of doing this.”

“You mentioned her first!”

“I was merely quoting her. That's different.”

“I—” Maya felt the tip of something blunt and warm prodding and rubbing on her folds, “Mmh… whatever,” she whimpered, caving in.

Each rub felt like torture that only sent the heat between them worse. Especially for Maya. They exchanged low sighs and huffs in the otherwise quiet office.

“Take these off,” Lacrymira blurted out, tugging on Maya's clothes, “It's quite hindering and troublesome,” she added with a small grumble.

Soon after, the rustling sound of shed clothes falling to the ground could be heard. Maya returned to perch on Lacrymira’s lap again, fully naked and visible to her.

Lacrymira wore a smirk, setting Maya's position with both of her hands.

“Satisfied?” Maya huffs, looking away from Lacrymira’s lustful eyes. “And take off those glasses… please…” she gestures on those.

“I still need these for reading, Maya,” Lacrymira halted Maya's hand reaching for her glasses with her index finger, grabbing her wrist firmly. “Why, do you love it so much?”

Maya yelped. “N–No… definitely not. Let me go, you're grabbing me too tightly—!” she replied with an embarrassed lilt of her voice, and a barely suppressed giggle. She was definitely lying.

Maya's arm was then tucked on Lacrymira's shoulder so she could lean on her like a disobedient and pretty pet. 

“I’ll make sure to wear these a lot more often, then. Since these could apparently rile you up this much,”

“E–Eh? No, don't…” Maya complained against Lacrymira’s shoulder.

Perhaps to hide her current state with the little, needy way her hips worked impatiently to please herself as Lacrymira teased her endlessly.

Lacrymira’s hand hastily snaked down to grasp her own erect shaft, stroking it to the feeling of Maya's wetness on her painfully hard cock. 

“Oh,” Lacrymira moaned, “You're so delightful, Maya dear,” she positioned herself to rub the tip around Maya's aching entrance in a circling motion. The need to feel Maya, to worship and fulfill her needs were doing wonders to her lust.

Lacrymira's gratuitous action caused Maya's hips ground forward, entrance clenching by tremendous self restraint to not try pushing it in herself. She trembled, letting out a meek whimper.

There was not even an ounce of decency at that moment.

“Maya darling, just sit and look pretty there while I work,” Lacrymira stroked her head, “Okay?”

Maya grumbled, but she leaned to the touch nonetheless. “...no protection?”

“Do you want that?”

“It's just a hassle to clean everything up afterwards in the shower…” Maya replied. “Your fault.”

“You're complaining, but you don't deny that having my warm remnants inside you is always a pleasurable experience,” Lacrymira winks. “But if the hassle displeases you so much, I suppose we could use one right now…” she exaggerated with a dramatic tone.

“Ugh, oh, shut up,”

Lacrymira's hand reached to fumble with the drawer of her desk, before pulling out a box of said condoms. Taking one out, she ripped off the packaging with trembling hands, rolling it on her with haste.

“There. Better?”

Maya’s lips tugged up slightly at that, “That’s better,” she nuzzled on Lacrymira's shoulder. She tapped Lacrymira’s shoulder as a silent cue for her to continue.

Responding to Maya with a hum, Lacrymira retrieved the bottle of lube again, lathering her cock in it with a heated exhale. She lined the blunt tip of her cock against Maya's cunt, finally pushing in with a gritted hiss. 

The slide was smooth but slick, provided by the lube. “Oh, so tight,” Lacrymira exhaled a long pleasure-filled noise as she sank in slowly, making sure to do it in the form of shallow thrusts. “Maya…”

Maya's fingers scratched on the fabric on Lacrymira’s shoulder and back, her face contorted in pleasure as she felt her inner walls grazing Lacrymira's shaft just right. Her lips opened slightly to let out a wanton cry.

Ah, only Lacrymira could fill her up this good indeed…

“L–Lacrymira…” Maya’s body shook slightly, welcoming the intrusion with her cunt tightening around the thick length. Her voice were a little bit muffled by her own soft noises, “A little more,” she said into Lacrymira’s ear with warm breaths and huffs, “Please,”

Lacrymira finally buried herself to the hilt in a single motion with a grunt. The sharp noise of their skin meeting echoed in the room as Lacrymira bottomed out inside of Maya.

The feeling was so…

Amazing.

Mind numbingly so.

It's always heavenly with Maya. She swore she could feel like ascending to the nonexistent heaven. She could almost picture the afterlife being full of floating shards somehow…

“D–Darling, are you… alright?” Maya tapped Lacrymira's shoulder again, snapping Lacrymira out of her mind to instead focus on the beauty she was currently impaling inches deep inside.

“I'm… alright. You're just very warm inside,” Lacrymira let out another curse, trying to stay idle and not to make another thrust inside Maya's warmth. “Like always. Such a perfect warmer,” she embraced Maya's form that was still straddled lazily on her.

“Stay still like this while I continue my work, can you?”

Maya nodded, leaving quiet nibbles on Lacrymira’s skin. “Mh… just be quick with it,” she mumbled, “And don't move…” she huffed once again, full of desire.

Maya's requests made Lacrymira let out a small chuckle, “I can't guarantee that,” she kicked her chair back to close the space between their tangled bodies and the desk. Lacrymira picked up her pen once again.

Soon again, the sound of scratches and ink resumed to flow in the air, but now combined with both of their synced, heavy breathing and occasional gasps, whether it's from Maya or Lacrymira.

“Are you done yet?” Maya asked impatiently, turning her head to take a glance at the piece of paper Lacrymira was writing on.

“It's not even been a minute yet, dear,” Lacrymira patted Maya's back in the meantime.

Maya fidgeted with the collar of Lacrymira's clothes in boredom. “Mmm… I'm bored,”

“You’ll get used to it, dearest,”

Maya hooked her head on Lacrymira's shoulder. There was literally nothing else to do besides committing every decoration in the interior of Lacrymira's office into her memories, which she had visited at least a dozen times now. Now combined with the relaxing sound of Lacrymira's slow writing and her rhythmic pats, pliancy came easily for her.

Maya broke the peaceful silence, “Also… please be careful not to knock over those snacks,” she reminded.

“Mhm, mhm,” Lacrymira gave her ass a little squeeze as a response, before settling on her thigh.

Maya let out a high pitched protest, moving the hand back to her back. It didn't take another second for Lacrymira to understand Maya's cue, resuming to pat Maya.

Maybe to sleep… if Lacrymira did that for another ten minutes.

As Lacrymira re-dipped the ink for perhaps the nth time, Maya's eyes had grown heavy at this point, like she was a second away from drifting to sleep. The call of sleep was imminent, from how safe Maya felt in her wife's arms, not having to worry about anything else other than Lacrymira.

Outside, the sky has taken a reddish hue, warm light pouring inside from the window, dim lighting illuminating the room alongside the chandelier’s above.

Maya yawned. “I'm so sleepy,” she mumbled amidst the silence, fiddling with Lacrymira's long cascading silver locks softly, leaning forward with a sigh.

And she can no longer feel the twitch of the cock inside her. Lacrymira has gone a little too soft for her own liking…

“Mm?” 

Maya had succeeded in acquiring Lacrymira's attention, easily so.

Unpromptedly, Maya lifted her body up and slammed herself down on Lacrymira's cock in a fluid motion, forcing a loud groan out of Lacrymira’s throat with a startled jolt of her body.

“Oh, you little—” Lacrymira squeaked out, her pen almost slipping out of her grasp.

“You’ve gone soft…” Maya let out a weak giggle. “I had to fix it,” she yawned again.

“I told you to stay. Still." A hand went to press Maya's hips down to sheath herself as deep as possible inside her cunt, “Go back to sleep, it's… still a long way to go,” she said, accompanied with a rough stroke upwards.

It was enough to rekindle the heat inside Maya's lower abdomen, leaving a… not-really-a-scratch-mark on Lacrymira's back. She hasn't really gone to sleep yet, but it was close.

In short, it was torture to stay in this state to sleep.

“Please,” Maya shook Lacrymira's shoulders slightly, “Just postpone the work for later…” she whimpered. “I need you right now,” Maya grounded her cunt on the hilt desperately.

“Later,” Lacrymira sternly rejected, but there's no denying that there is an inch of vulnerability inside for her wife. To take her, to pamper and worship her adorable wife for the rest of the day. Blood rushed back to her cock fairly quickly at the thought of it. “I still… need to sort through this for the rest of the afternoon,” she exerted the highest level of self restraint, holding down Maya's legs with a low moan.

Maya nipped on Lacrymira's neck, leaving bites and kisses down along her collarbone. Almost like an attempt to convince Lacrymira. Each kiss was infused with both lust and affection.

“Maya,” the latter warned, “If you don't stop,” her words were filled with shallow breaths in-between.

Still with her mouth occupied, Maya fiddled with the accessories of Lacrymira's clothes, throwing them somewhere on the ground impatiently. Her hands finally hovered over the buttons holding Lacrymira's outer garment, and—

Thud! Lacrymira's composure cracked.

With a single movement, Maya was lifted up and thrown gently but roughly, her back resting on top of the desk.

There was a short cacophony of glassware crashing to the ground and a mess of ink splattering everywhere in order to grant space for Maya, the swishes of scattered paper adding to the harmony of the mess.

Though, since when did Lacrymira care anyway? 

Her whole attention was centered on the girl that was previously teasing her hard maintained composure.

And she must pay for this.

“L–Lacrymira–!” Maya widened her eyes in surprise and concern, before they immediately melted in pleasure. “Yes– ah! Right there,” Maya cried out, her fingers gripping the edges of the wooden table that creaked with every deep, angled slam right on her sensitive spot.

“Is this what you've wanted?” Lacrymira clicked her teeth disapprovingly, her hand grabbing Maya's waist for leverage to screw up Maya like there's no tomorrow. She leaned forward to capture every noise spilled out of those plump lips— forcing Maya to close her eyes and let Lacrymira explore the inside of her mouth. They shared sighs and groans, and skin against skin.

Another piece of Lacrymira's clothes were thrown, then another, until she could get out of those stuffy layers separating her with Maya. As a punishment, Lacrymira caged both of her wrists and pinned them to the surface of the desk before Maya had the instinct to dare to be disobedient.

“You— never listen, do you? Too bad,” said Lacrymira, parting with Maya's mouth briefly to suck on her sensitive nipple, eliciting another blissed cry from Maya. Her body struggled against the onslaught of pleasure, rendering her mind useless except for succumbing to the most primal urge of whimpering and submitting to Lacrymira.

“I’m— s–sorry—” Maya managed to gasp out, but it was already too late. Her body was flipped over again, and— oh.

Maya meekly begged, but alas, she was still forced to serve Lacrymira with her tight cunt, the tempo of Lacrymira's cock pushing in and out of her increasing to the point Maya was struggling to construct any word amidst the mind fog.

There comes the first, hard slap. Maya cried out, scratching the paper under her locked wrists.

“You like it rough, don't you? Maya,” Lacrymira whispered to Maya's ear, “Answer me,” she squeezed her plump ass.

“Yes, ah! Please… I want it so bad– nnhn!”

Maya couldn't— really, every inch of her didn't regret pushing Lacrymira, it was all very arousing to her. But at the same time, she prays for her safety… as that familiar edge was slowly suffocating her from the inside.

Another slap resounded. “You're not really sorry, aren't you? How insincere,”

That hand slithered further down Maya's inner thighs. Just hovering near her clit. Maya's hips gave a small jerk from how close Lacrymira's fingers were. The sweet pain of overstimulation… Lacrymira's favorite punishment method for putting her dear wife back to her place.

“How about I just… indulge in you for the rest of the day, hm?” Lacrymira waited for a moment to hear at least a protest, but all that came out of Maya's mouth were only jumbled up ‘please’s and indecipherable, high pitched noises. “I didn't hear a single ‘no’. You'd love that? Ah…” she flicked the sensitive bundle of nerves, rubbing it tortorously slowly, “So lewd, Maya…” she gradually picked up speed, alternating it with her own thrusts to guarantee driving Maya straight to her climax.

Maya… couldn't do this anymore.

Her eyes were cloudy with tears, her whimpers growing more and more desperate. She feels so very uncomfortable like everything was crushing her at once. Everything feels even more sensitive than before. This was just like waiting for a full bottle to explode—

Then everything stopped at once. Maya loudly whined from the loss of her orgasm. Her cunt clenched painfully, as if that'll somehow convince her to continue. Her entirety was screaming for Lacrymira, yet she would never give that certain touch for her.

So sadistic… letting that fire dwindle inside her.

Lacrymira took back her hand from between Maya's legs. “Ah, no way I can let you come just yet, Maya dear,” Lacrymira let out an amused chuckle, “Aren't you cute, all trembling just because I refused to give you relief…”

“Please… I'm s–sorry— I didn't mean to–” a pitiful sorry came out from between Maya's lips, guttered with pants and cries. Then she said with a low tone, “I can't do it…” her legs were hanging down from the table tried to kick Lacrymira away out of overstimulation.

And what a fine scene it is for Lacrymira. Seeing Maya, so close yet so far, on her lowest point of begging for mercy. It somehow makes up for her brattiness.

“Shh,” she shuts Maya up, using another hand to lift one of her legs up. She kissed Maya's thigh, then her neck, up to her cheek. “I'm not here for that. It would be such a shame to miss your adorable voice if I were to gag you, isn't it?”

Now, Maya had experienced enough of the actualizations of Lacrymira's threats to know that it is not something to be taken lightly for. So she shuts up, although not for the sweet noises that were unwillingly released when Lacrymira started a new, slow pace.

Maya tried to hold on to the table and sobbed, her legs practically vibrating from having to tiptoe around her edge so she wouldn't accidentally succumb from the urge to let it all go.

Every squelch was also driving Lacrymira insane. She continued to pound Maya without care, gradually increasing the pace, making sure to also pepper love for her along the way using her mouth.

Maya deserves all that exists in this world.

She flips Maya over again to take a good look at her face. And how she admires it— Maya was utterly wrecked. Tears were leaking from the corners of her dilated, dim eyes, and her lips were pried open by broken whimpers. She gazed at Lacrymira like she was her only hope.

Beautiful. Maya was so beautiful and breathtaking, Lacrymira said that out loud.

“Apologize to me properly and perhaps, I might just give you mercy,” Lacrymira cupped Maya's cheek, turning her head to leave a kiss on it, “Perhaps,” she emphasized.

Inside Lacrymira's heart, there still remained a soft, vulnerable spot reserved only for Maya… and she knew that very well. Yet made no efforts to conceal that fact. But there was the part that loves to see and hear her cry as well.

“I’m– hhn– sorry… Huff… I'll never rile you up again at work,” Maya brokenly managed to get out, her eyes puffy with tears. “Please… let me,” she pleaded with a small sob.

Lacrymira hummed. She could very well hear the struggle etched in her voice, how she tremb

Yet a part of her wasn't satisfied yet. Ego comes hand in hand with desire and love, after all.

She ground her hips forward again, giving deeper and faster pushes than before with newfound strength. “Again,” the edge of Lacrymira's mouth tugged up imperceptibly.

Maya grimaced, squirming in Lacrymira's hold from the sudden deepness. “I’m sorry! Haa…”

Seeing this— yes, Lacrymira thinks she would love to embrace this vulnerability forever. And she was sure that Maya would lay hers bare as well at this moment.

The inherent pressure from sexual gratification was steadily increasing for Lacrymira as well, and her thrusts were starting to stutter. Beads of sweat were painted on both of their bodies, all of which are products of their intimate intertwining.

“Sincerity comes the third time,” the Ascendant tightened her grip on Maya's leg, “So, one more time, Maya,” she gritted her teeth, letting out a breathy moan.

Maya struggled, but her subconscious was telling her of how good it was to be denied of her own edge. How her body was in the hand of Lacrymira. In return, it told her what she wanted and had to say.

“...I’m sorry,” she repeated for the final time. “And… I love you…” her cheeks flushed more, as if she wasn't flustered enough even amidst the pain.

Lacrymira huffed a chuckle, steadily approaching her edge too. “Good,” she groaned from how Maya was becoming more drenched by each movement, “Come for me, dearest,” her fingers left crescent marks on Maya's wrists.

With Lacrymira’s explicit command, Maya finally got to let go. She came with a sweet arch of her body, her hands forming fists in Lacrymira's hold. She screamed Lacrymira’s name, her eyes closed from ecstasy.

“Ah, I love you too, I love you too…” Lacrymira replied to Maya's confession sincerely, snapping her hips forward one more time as hard as she could before she stilled, spilling inside the condom with a low huff.

Pleasure came to both of them in blissful waves, decorated with the symphony of their bodies.

This couldn't be more wonderful than that. 

After the sensation faded, both of them just stayed like that for a moment, trying to recover from the immense sensation. Taking shallow but rapid inhales and exhales with each other in silence, basking in the afterglow.

None of them were rushing through this.

Maya's leg and hands were freed from Lacrymira's grasp. “Lacrymira,” Maya opened her eyes to gaze at Lacrymira's deep blue eyes gently and lovingly. “That was…” she trailed off, her cheeks warm. With a chuckle, she extended both of her arms to Lacrymira like an invitation, “Come here,”

Lacrymira didn't pull out yet, instead she leaned to Maya's open arms with a small noise, “Mm…”

They were still messy, but neither of them cared enough to disrupt their little romantic moment. They're just… filled with love for each other.

“You started that first,” Maya referenced with a light tone, though pettily. She huffed, feeling her body slowly failing on her.

Lacrymira buried her face on Maya's shoulder. “No, I didn't,”

Maya wrapped her arms around Lacrymira, “You did! And now I'm exhausted,” she collapsed back to the surface of the table, “That was a whole workout…”

“That's a whole workout for you?”

“I'm not as fit as you,” Maya retorted, “You go out to do literally anything,”

Lacrymira bit Maya's neck happily, “Well, who else will keep the household going?”

Maya whimpered, pulling back Lacrymira's head by her soft locks, “Also, not to mention you spoil me too much for me to need a single step out of the house,”

“Of course, that's only right for my dearest Maya,” Lacrymira endearingly hummed, “And I disagree. You're fairly— even very fit too, as well,”

Maya hooked her legs around Lacrymira's waist. “By Shaper standards… no, I am not,”

Averting her eyes, Lacrymira vividly remembers Maya still being able to withstand rounds even when she, mind you, that has extraordinary stamina was already spent and dried up…

She pat Maya's thighs, gesturing for her to loosen her legs’ grip on her waist. Maya obliged, letting Lacrymira pull out with a hitch of her breath. 

“That's… a stretch. But as you say,” Lacrymira put Maya’s body back in position so she could wrap her arms around Lacrymira's neck, holding onto Lacrymira as she was hoisted up. Lacrymira retrieved the used protection, tying it up.

After throwing it in the trash can of her office, her hands immediately moved to support Maya's body.

Maya’s body backed off a little to plant a small peck on Lacrymira's cheek before she suggested, “Hmm, let's just go on a date next time,” she smiled delightfully.

Lacrymira’s face actually had a glint of redness from Maya's act, and she leaned down to return the kiss, “I would not be opposed to that, as long as I can be with you. But now, you need rest,” she replied, glancing at the bed occupying a small section on a corner of the vast room.

It was weirdly available in Lacrymira's office for a reason— particularly relating to Maya. They had been carried away with their intimacy for multiple times too many in the confines of Lacrymira's space, and too impatiently to the point Lacrymira had even considered installing a bed, ready for them to use any time.

And what would Lacrymira be without lavishing and spoiling her own wife with anything she wants?

Walking across the room, Lacrymira tucked Maya in the bed gently. Settling on the bed, Maya nuzzled against the cozy surface of the bed and the soft pillows with a comfortable noise.

Seeing Maya already settled on the bed, she took Maya's hand to press a kiss on the back of her hand. “Rest, Maya,” she said against the back of Maya's hand, finally draping the warm blanket over Maya to make sure she is all safe and secure.

“Okay… I love you,” mumbled Maya, curled up on the bed and laying on her side. She closed her eyes, ready to doze off to sleep.

Lacrymira only gazed at Maya's beautiful, sleeping expression intently, brushing Maya's hair out of the way to give her cheek another kiss before returning to her desk to clean the mess both of them made…

The fragments of shattered glasswares, the spilled ink decorating the mess… Maya's bodily fluids…

And most importantly, Maya's poor cookies and coffee.

Oh my. She came to the horrifying conclusion: she had made a grave mistake. She stopped on her tracks.

Maya murmured on the verge of her sleep, “Mm… note to never make Lacrymira snacks again…” she exuded a vengeful sigh.

“No, wait, I'm sorry, Maya dear!”

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I delivered. Sorry for the delay. Also, check out this additional, out-of-setting scene for their additional quirks. It's not that much, just additional, scrapped dialogues. happened somewhere on the condom scene, after Lacrymira's line, “There. Better?".

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“Your choice of protection is um, baffling,”

“Refrain from complaining about everything,”

“How am I supposed to do that with…” Maya took another glance at the box, “Ultra thin… uh, what,”

“It's better than nothing, at least,” Lacrymira frowned. “I need to feel you that much,”

“Are you sure that won't break,” Maya asked skeptically. “If it breaks I'm divorcing you.”

The skepticality was well intentioned. Especially with how ferocious Lacrymira is in bed.

“It won't, it won't. Just trust me on this,”

“You sound like you want to knock me up,”

“You're too cute to not knock up,”

“Not now,” Maya shook her head.

“Do you not want children, Maya…?”

“I do!” Maya blushed. “But in another time, where we're not stuck in this precarious position…”

“Where's the fun in that?”

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7,658 words ~~ Plasmosis.

(edited to remove an offensive vocabulary. I'm terribly sorry I let that slip.)