Where tf are my clothes, Maya?

(💧‼️) The mystery of lacrymira's missing attire, and how it ended. Feet ensues.

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Aside from being a sweet and kind girl, Maya actually has a secret side to her.

You see, her closet hides a very confidential, embarrassing detail that even Lacrymira, the closest person ever to her, was none the wiser; Maya would not let her dignity stoop down to reveal that. Kind of like a guilty pleasure.

One day, Lacrymira found that a piece of her clothes had gone missing periodically in the morning, and like always, she'd question its whereabouts to Maya as a habit.

Maya always brushes the occurrences off, claiming she didn't know anything about it nor touch it. But the next day, Lacrymira would find it neatly perched in her wardrobe, folded up and tidy as if it had served its purpose for the stealer.

Lacrymira assumed Maya was truthful (a petite and short girl such as Maya would not find any use for them, would she?) and thus struck down her name on the imaginary list of suspects in her mind, but the situation still strikes as… very odd to her.

Today was no exception. This time, it was her whole coat, shoulder accessory and her red tie. All of them are vital parts to Lacrymira's attire, the pieces Lacrymira would not let slide if they were missing from her clothes.

Lacrymira had ensured all doors and windows were all closed before she went to join Maya in bed, so… why?

Luckily, Lacrymira had decided that this is a holiday for herself, dedicated to this mystery! Vowing this mystery will be solved today, her first step would be to… ask Maya! She just departed for groceries, so surely it wouldn't be a hassle to just chat her, right?

Maya

?

Do you know where my tie and accessories went?

no…

have you checked the underside of the closet? cuz you'd usually miss that spot

I have; for the ninth time already, actually.

how weird

i’ve made sure they were already tucked there this morning

maybe don't throw your clothes carelessly on the floor everyday and you won't lose them (⁠´⁠;⁠︵⁠;⁠`⁠)

Is that a challenge?

i've told u multiple times already!!! not my fault you never listen ರ⁠_⁠ರ

suffer the consequences

I forgot…

But Maya darling :( they get cleared out the next morning

I'm usually spent and worn out from the day.

didn't ask

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Her considerate Maya was mean today… and she doesn't seem like she knew anything either. How weird. Usually, Maya is always astute about everything.

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Maya why are you very mean today :(

Oh, can you please get me toothbrushes, detergent, and some razors?

You're still in the store, right?

you toothbrush monster

okay

anything else

That's all.

Be safe or I'll pick you up myself, darling.

don't be weird!!!!! last time you did that it was awkward

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Now that she was sure Maya was still off the list, she must question herself: who can she ask next, other than Maya? No one else was here, except for them.

Saya? No. She wasn't even that close with her. If anything, Lacrymira supposes Saya would throw them in the trash immediately, if she somehow got a piece of her clothes.

Vita? For what purpose… would she need an adult’s clothes? That sounds extremely weird and absurd. Checked off.

Nell? A viable option, but last time Lacrymira went to do her usual work alongside Forlorn, she was hit by the same question about the absence of one of the important pieces of her clothes, stating that it was ‘off-putting’ and jarring to see symmetrical Lacrymira without that shoulder cover of hers.

Lacrymira supposed it was whatever, but she had plans to see Nell today, anyways. To avoid that same mistake, she'd wear casual clothes. It won't hurt.

They had met at a park near their house, except rather than the usual quiet and stillness, it was bustling with life. The sun shone brightly on another yet nice day. Distant voices of chatter filled their senses, and there were some people dressed in costumes?

“L…” Nell said in bewilderment.

“Hm? What's wrong?” Lacrymira tried to put on her most convincing smile, ever.

“That…” Nell raised her eyebrow at Lacrymira, her eyes still scanning Lacrymira's fit. “It wouldn't affect anything but— are you aware that you look too casual for this, L?”

They were going on a slightly important affair, so it was required to keep a pre-set sense of formality, but it does not matter if you're Lacrymira.

“This?” Lacrymira gestured at her clothes. She was wearing a white blouse, paired with a blue jacket and a black skirt. “Unfortunately, just as last time, my outfit went missing,” Lacrymira admitted, resting her hands inside the pockets of her loosely worn jacket. She mourned the lack of warmth on the jacket. “Worse, my whole coat included.”

“What? Did they get mauled by a shark or something else?” Nell was unconvinced, shown by her deadpan.

“I searched every inch of my house to no avail. It usually would return all folded up in the wardrobe tomorrow morning though.” “But you shall perchance shower me in your gratitude for not allowing you to see me coatless.”

Nell rolled her eyes. “Uh… I’d really not, thanks,” she said, then paused for a second. “That's new. I'm guessing Maya just found them somewhere.”

“Perchance, that is a viable guess. I had questioned Maya about it earlier, and she said she didn't know either.” Lacrymira took a long, drawn out thinking hum. “How odd. But I can perchance ask if you’ve seen someone else entering the vicinity of my house, in this opportunity.”

“You're asking me…” Nell confirmed with Lacrymira. “I don't think I've seen anyone other than you, Maya and Vita entering and exiting the house, frankly. But I might be wrong.”

“Really?”

“Eh, I don't know, L. You misplaced them, maybe?”

“Well I doubt it was my fault either—” Lacrymira shrugged. Her sight lingers on an incoming cycling kid— weirdly leaving some otherworldly trails on its trail— and dodges. What a close one. “Woah. Anyways, why is this area so crowded—” 

“Wait,” Nell pulled something out of thin air, reading it briefly before pulling her attention back to Lacrymira. “If I'm not wrong… there's a cosplay event in that building right now,” she gives the paper to the latter. “Are you interested, L?”

“Hm, not really. I was only asking.” Partly, because the event was very large scale. She couldn't help but be curious. She surveyed the flyer for the event that Nell gave her. “Why do you have this, anyways…” she muttered.

Nell flicked her hand, not elaborating. “Did you bring the materials I've asked you for?”

“Of course.” Lacrymira fished inside her pocket, before pulling them up for Nell to inspect. “What's these for?”

“We'll need these for later,” Nell “Anyway, thanks, L. This is very helpful—”

A flash of white rushed into the building, not far from her and Nell's position, as if she wasn't supposed to be noticed by anyone. Lacrymira's head turned around to the source of movement.

“...!”

Lacrymira swore she saw her own coat on a random person’s blurred figure, far away. 

In fact, it was topped off with luscious silver hair (presumably wigs)... That makes it even more susceptible to Lacrymira's growing suspicion and hints of ire.

“Is that—”

Nell raised a brow at Lacrymira’s sudden jolt, “What's wrong?”

“Swear to myself, Nell. I swore I saw it.”

“Where?”

“They just ran away.”

“It could be just cosplay, though…?” 

Given there's a bunch of Forlorn-lings and Insight-lings around (Nell herself gave them their titles, stating that “it’s adorable and endearing” affectionately.) along with other characters’ cosplayers, it was a justifiable reason.

“No no, THAT is my exact coat. I wear that everyday, I'd know! There is no mistaking anything. Wait. I'm gonna jump and get my shit.”

“Nope, nope. Don’t you act like this again, oh my days L!” Nell yelled; she knew Lacrymira had a lengthy history of doing things impulsively. And oh is she not having this. “I’m telling you you're jumping to conclusions too quickly.”

Nell attempted to pull on Lacrymira's sleeves trying to keep her on bay, but it was just Nell’s luck that she ended up with a potential and imminent public nuisance. Lacrymira jumped on Nell to shake her off.

“I’ll get back to you later!”

“Come on!”

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Actually, Lacrymira entered without paying, thanks to her shaping the environment around, even though it was basically illegal. But who cares, anyways? This is a dire situation, according to Lacrymira. And nobody will notice someone sneaking in…

And holy hell is the venue packed; in other words, it reeks in here. The smell of various people's scents mixing with each other's is enough to make someone puke. Thankfully, not Lacrymira. Her arms were busy pushing herself through the crowd and looking around, trying to spot that troublemaker.

One thing was certain: she's going to get that precious, precious coat of hers back. And maybe her other accessories the thief stole. It was too precious to just let that slide—

Facing the same direction as Lacrymira at the distance, there the thief was, standing far from outside the crowd. With that SAME coat she had been searching for.

The wig was oddly too accurate for her comfort. Paired with sheer stockings and white heels, Lacrymira knew they were just mere cosplay props, despite the accuracy of its material. But she recalled that her heels had gone missing somewhere in the past… so this must be the motive of the thievery.

Another little detail Lacrymira noticed that has struck her eyes the most: the perpetrator has an unbelievably petite body, so the coat was slotted too big on their body. You'd never suspect that a person this innocent and soft stole her clothes.

It almost sent Lacrymira into a full blown laugh at the absurdity of the situation, forgetting all about her grudge. But instead, she cracked a smile in order to keep her composure. She doesn't want to be caught, after all.

Lacrymira had to admit that their whole setup was impressive. They even got to the detail, down to the signature scent she always wore.

Thankfully, they didn't seem to notice Lacrymira tailing them, thanks to her expertise on sneaking and making Nell jump from surprise every time.

Carefully waiting for the perfect moment to strike just behind them, they came to a stop in their tracks eventually, and Lacrymira took one wide step to close the gap between her and their backs. She leaned forward to whisper into their ear, not hiding the hidden malice behind her cadence.

"Your costume is so accurate that I'd mistake the costume as my own clothes…”

The person in question froze up immediately after Lacrymira's words were delivered straight to their mind. Combined with the feeling of her warm breath caressing the outer of her ear… it brought shivers running down her spine, along with the feeling of dread.

Their head instantly turned to see, but as soon as they glimpsed who was sneaking on them, a horrified and high pitched yelp forced its way out of their mouth.

It proved to be their most fatal mistake ever, as something clicked in Lacrymira’s mind.

The voice was the specific one Lacrymira knew all too well— soft and comforting, from the only one she revered the most.

—It belonged to none other than Maya.

Oh, you sneaky thief.

Lacrymira has had that suspicion before, but she brushed that off as easy as it came.

Before Lacrymira could acknowledge Maya's identity though, the girl had broken into a sprint. It was endearing that Maya would try to run after the cat was caught…

“Maya. I know it's you,” Lacrymira said with a sing-song lilt of her voice, looking utterly delighted whilst chasing Maya down the convention hall. “Come on, don't try to run away, dearest,” she chuckled.

Maya didn't answer her taunts. Instead, she chose to continue running, trying to make Lacrymira lose sight of her. But what is Lacrymira if she was not hard headed for her wife? They were in a blissful chase with each other, like a mouse and a cat.

After a while, though, as Maya's movements became more erratic and slow, she hid somewhere in an empty room. She hoped that somehow Lacrymira wouldn't notice her presence, even when she was still breathing too heavily…

“Maya, you know I don't bite.”

Maya heaved a sharp, relieved exhale with her eyes closed, leaning against a wall.

“There you are,” Lacrymira stood in front of her, what seemed like cuteness aggression and obsession painted all over her gaze.

It spooked poor Maya so bad that she vanished right on the spot. But as a person entirely, Maya is too easy to guess… if Lacrymira had to guess, it would be their bedroom.

And she was right. She promptly pinned Maya down on the floor, locking her arms and securing it down with a grip of her hand.

“Maya... you said you're going outside for groceries. You little liar,” Lacrymira breathlessly ran her hands on the hem of her white coat. “Caught you.”

The sight of Maya in her clothes had undoubtedly awakened something Lacrymira didn't even know was there— evoking a protective instinct inside her.

In a sense, though, it felt like pinning herself down with Maya's current look, and she isn't really into that—

Nevertheless.

Maya just squirmed under Lacrymira, having nowhere else to hide. Her little mischievous plan had its evidence worn on her body. Not like she can really deny anything when she's vulnerable beneath Lacrymira.

“Sh—Shut up, please…” Maya weakly deflected, avoiding Lacrymira's eyes in shame. Her cheeks heated up slightly. “Besides, what were you doing there, anyways…?”

“Me? On the contrary, I think you have a lot to explain here, darling,” Lacrymira's finger traced Maya's neckline, dragging it down to highlight her stolen tie and shoulder piece. Then down until it rested just on Maya's chest. “Care to elaborate on why I can't find my attire?”

Maya's breath hitched. “...I just borrowed it for a while,” she reasoned. Her eyes flickered left and right, searching for an exit to this embarrassing predicament.

Lacrymira raised a brow. She coaxed Maya's head to face hers with slight fury, but the rest was just pure adoration for her wife. “Borrow? I don't recall giving my permission.”

“I don't have to if I want, stupid… You're not the boss of me.”

“So that's where my clothes went, hm.”

Lacrymira felt like more blood in her body had rushed south. Everything Maya did in that moment just served to make it worse. Maybe, if she would stop wriggling beneath her.

Luckily, the grip Lacrymira had on her was not too tight, so she was able to make some movements enough to sit herself straight again. “But what were you doing there?” Maya asked once again demandingly, attempting to divert the crisis.

“Do I need a reason to? I just felt like I had to check. And seems like I was correct, no?”

“Of course not! That's not how it works!” Maya protested.

Oh, there was nothing Maya desired more at that moment than to stuff herself inside a box.

“But you look cute with my clothes, though. Did you sew your own version of my dress?” Lacrymira continued to take it a bit further, serving to add to Maya's mortification.

Maya whined. “No I didn't,” her arms hugged her own self as if shielding herself from her own embarrassment. “Ahhh! So embarrassing…”

“Come back here, Maya. It's alright. Have you looked at yourself? You look as if you were sent here to bless my day.”

In fact, also to bless her cock.

Maya wails quietly, her cheeks turning rosy from Lacrymira's reply. “No… You have weird tastes…” she stood up facing the door, ready to leave, take her costume off, and put them in the wardrobe in the worst case scenario. Maybe also run far away from home if she could.

Anticipation curled inside her stomach, and she found herself desiring anything more from Maya.

(Even degradation.)

Lacrymira held her breath from the feeling Maya evoked. “I do.”

Maya turned around to stare at Lacrymira’s still sitting figure. She could make out that Lacrymira was subtly adjusting her skirt. “You’re acting so weird. I literally stole your clothes. Shouldn't you be mad or something—”

Then Maya noticed, down between Lacrymira's legs. Something was definitely happening.

It was as if something shifted in the air that instant.

“Eh…? Are you…?”

An awkward silence lingered for a moment as Maya stared at her disbelievingly. Then, it was promptly broken by a belittling giggle.

“No way… the entire time, you’re just sitting there on the floor because you're turned on? From me wearing… your clothes?” Maya took a step closer to Lacrymira, constricting the gap between them. Her expression scrunched. “Lacrymira, that's… worthless and filthy…”

“Maya—”

For the first time, Lacrymira faltered, feeling herself crumbling seconds by seconds before Maya's presence. Her cock seemed to react to Maya pitifully, in ways Lacrymira couldn't control— like it was longing for Maya's attention. Forget that, it has been, for a very long moment now.

“Huh? Look at that. Your little dick is twitching from that… Pervert.”

Lacrymira had lost all the upper hand that she has had before, replaced with the feeling of helplessness and humiliation. Handing it to Maya was as easy as breathing.

“You like it when I degrade you that much? Of course you'll want that. You're Lacrymira. Your mind is always so gross.” 

She kicked Lacrymira down by her throat.

“But I'm not here to give you what you desire, now,” she said with a sing-song tone, a mocking smile plastered on her expression. She placed one of her heels on Lacrymira's chest absentmindedly. “Hmm… if I was not generous, I wouldn't want to give a pervert anything, really.”

Lacrymira stayed silent, unable to form any replies. She squirmed under Maya, a low grunt escaping her. She swallowed the heavy lump on her throat.

“Pervert, pervert… You're stooping so low it's disgusting. And what do I do with you now?” She applied pressure, just enough to assert dominance but not enough to hurt Lacrymira. “Oh! I know. Why don't we start with—” Maya moved her heels to rest on Lacrymira's crotch with a cruel gleam in her gaze, pressing a bit harder— “This?”

“D–Don’t—” Lacrymira moaned, her legs almost instinctively closing around Maya's foot. The bulge on her crotch continued to painfully throb, peeking through her skirt.

The heel traced the outline of the steadily growing tent, moving in circles to deny Lacrymira of direct stimulation.

“Look at it. That small of a dick deserves to be stomped, don't you think so?” Maya taunted, “Come on, answer me, Lacrymira.”

“Please don't…” Lacrymira muttered weakly. “I'm sorry—”

“Oh no, that's incorrect… if you can get that right, maybe I'll consider taking off my heels.” She moved to press the front of her white heels up the underside of where Lacrymira's balls should be.

Saying Lacrymira wants that would be an understatement.

She NEEDS that.

Lacrymira jolted, her body trembling when Maya teased just right there, on her most sensitive place. “Ahn… yes, yes! My pathetic dick isn't adequate for satisfying you. Please… feel free to step on this worthless piece of dick, goddess… I am all yours…” she finally yielded, completely in Maya's mercy.

Maya chuckled, removing her heeled foot from Lacrymira's clothed cock, but not without harshly pressing on it again, making Lacrymira hiss in pain and need.

It felt like every kick just further intensified the heat inside her gut. And knowing the kick was from Maya, well. Lacrymira saw a glimpse of heaven.

Removing her heels, Maya's feet were clad in semi transparent dark stockings. It was quite drenched from hours of wear.

Let me tell you that Lacrymira almost drooled from the sight of it. Her mind was already supplying imagery of how she would lick them, the salty taste of Maya's sweat bursting in her tastebuds…

“Good. At least you know your place as mere dirt for me to step on. So, why don't you do your best then, Lacrymira darling?”

“Yes, goddess… I serve to be the very ground you walk on. Please… more,” she begged. She was already right near the edge, but Maya was still relentlessly pushing her closer.

Maya clicked her teeth. She pulled on the fabric of Lacrymira's clothes with her stocking-covered toes. “Be grateful I'm still allowing you to feel my feet. You ungrateful bastard. What do you say?”

“Thank you…”

“You’re practically drooling… gross.” Maya parted Lacrymira’s mouth with her toes, staring down expectantly. “Lick it like the dirty animal you are then.”

It goes as filthy as you'd expect. Lacrymira let out a muffled sound of delight, immediately enveloping Maya's individual sweaty and wriggling toes. Obscene sounds of slurping and countless thanks echoed inside the quiet room as she devoured Maya's salty dessert through her stocking eagerly, like how a degenerate would.

“Keep going, nnhn… it feels so gross…” Maya whimpered.

The sensation of Lacrymira's tongue trying to delve into every crevice of Maya's feet was peculiar— Maya would describe the feeling as ticklish, while also simultaneously fulfilling her inner, shameful desires.

“Does that feel good, mm? Do you like cleaning off my feet?”

“Ma– goddess… your secretion tastes so good, thank you, thank you,” Lacrymira chanted, almost choking on Maya's slender foot. She wanted to say more praises for Maya, but with her current inferior position, it was difficult to say anything other than begs. “May I have more, my goddess…?”

“On one condition, maybe,” Maya hummed. “Let me do anything to you.”

“Anything for my goddess,” Lacrymira replied with no hesitation, leaving a kiss on the tip of one of Maya's toes, finally letting it go with her saliva dripping from Maya's feet to the pristine floor. She gazed at her with eyes full of desperation, but there was no sense of caution to be found behind their glimmer.

Maya’s lips shifted into a gratified smile, seemingly excited on the very next thing she wanted to do. “Oh? Very well, then.”

In the next second, a white fabric covered Lacrymira's vision, preventing her from knowing what Maya was planning.

Maya brought her hands together, then the sensation of the cold surface of chains wrapping around them followed, locking their position. Lacrymira felt her throat being constricted by leather, pulled snug enough to settle on her neck and restrict her breathing.

Maya untied Lacrymira's blindfold. “There. Isn't that great, Lacrymira? I heard perverts like you especially love to be tied up and kept like a pet. Then I thought, wouldn’t it be the perfect reward for you?” Maya tested the leash, pulling Lacrymira close by the little chain. “I hope it's to your liking.”

“Yes, this lowly pervert likes it very much! Thank you, goddess…” Lacrymira's mouth was still half open, as if waiting for her treat.

Noticing Lacrymira’s open jaw, Maya let out an amused sound of acknowledgment. “Patience,” Maya offered her other feet to Lacrymira's waiting mouth, which the latter accepted eagerly, working hard to scrape more of the pungent taste with her tongue. “Make sure to lick it clean~”

The air was thick from both of their arousal. Lacrymira was forced to gag from Maya trying to prod deeper into her mouth. Drops of tears formed on the edge of her eyes, but she still tried to please Maya nevertheless, unable to do anything else.

She took her soiled feet back. “That's enough, now. I bet that little dick is close to bursting anytime now.” She tugged on Lacrymira's clothes once again, “Take those off. I don't want to bother touching you at all— Oh wait, you can't…” Maya snickered, playing the leash in her hand. In an instant, the chains rattled and broke, dropping on the floor in thuds. “Silly me.”

Lacrymira sucked a heavy breath at the display. Without wasting any moment, she undid her clothes layer by layer, tossing them somewhere in the room until she was fully visible and naked for Maya. At least, that would be her future self’s problem.

With another movement of her hand, Maya reinforced the chains back on both of Lacrymira's wrists. Her eyes scrutinized every inch of Lacrymira's blemished body, seemingly looking at it up and down with disinterest. Lacrymira's cock was already leaking precum, even when she hadn't done anything to it yet.

Without saying any word, Maya landed her feet on the base of Lacrymira's cock. She started to jerk it off with her toes in the form of lazy up and down motions. 

And Lacrymira swore she saw stars with that. Unable to contain the familiar feeling of impending climax, Lacrymira shamefully looked away, her cheeks tinted slightly red in humiliation as her cock spurted everywhere on Maya's slender feet, up to her abdomen messily.

“Oh? You came. What a shame,” Maya clicked her teeth disappointedly. “So easy to milk your tiny cock. How cute. Lick your own cum off,” she shoved her feet into Lacrymira's mouth.

Lacrymira held back a sob, choking on Maya's feet, dutifully taking her reward— no, punishment. The taste of her own cum was burned onto her taste buds, her heart tightened in the sheer degradation Maya was subjecting her in.

She scoffed, pulling Lacrymira's leash to remind her that she was still in control. “My. I'm curious… about how a pervert’s dick would taste. After all, it gets excited too easily, so I doubt this will be up to my tastes…“

The sight of Lacrymira’s docile state made her legs tighten up slightly. Maya slowly got down until she was straddling Lacrymira's thighs. She leaned down, bringing her mouth close to the tip of Lacrymira's pulsing cock just to tease her with an erotic view.

“Don’t be a weak loser that finishes again in just seconds after I take this thing, got it?” Maya whispered, warm puffs of air hitting Lacrymira's pulsating cock.

Lacrymira's lips thinned. With gritted teeth and her body quivering, she nodded obediently, even when she wasn't sure if that was possible for her—

“Nnhn—” Lacrymira let out a moan as Maya enveloped her sensitive tip with her mouth, swirling her tongue around it to lick the remnants of Lacrymira's seed onto her tongue, savoring its taste before swallowing.

“Gff… oh, not bad,” Maya said between licks, slowly but steadily taking more of the cock into her wide mouth. She whimpered, tears forming in her eyes as Lacrymira's tip hit the back of her throat. Her hand let go of the leash for a moment to focus on sucking Lacrymira's cock.

“S–so good…” Maya sucked the shaft, her cheeks full of cock. The scent of sweat and sex overwhelmed her for a second, making her shut her eyes. She especially favored how Lacrymira's cum tasted. With a hum, she bobbed her head up and down, following a steady rhythm.

“I'm– I’m so— please—” The pleasure made Lacrymira throw her head back, ecstasy filled every pained noise she let loose. Combined with the vibration Maya's hum sent and the sensation of Maya's wet and tight mouth, it was an effective end—

Lacrymira's hips instinctively met Maya's movements, very, very right at the edge. The heat inside her threatens to explode. She feels pathetic and nothing in Maya's hand. And it feels so… good.

“M–Mayaaa…” she called out weakly but extremely urgently, in the constant onslaught of pleasure. Her hands struggled inside the constraint. There was nothing in the moment that she desired, other than more— to push her beyond her edge again— her overstimulated cock was twitching so hard at this point.

Then it all suddenly stopped.

“Maya? Haah…” Lacrymira croaked out. Her eyes were wide— the sudden loss of stimulation forcing a frustrated but pathetic whine out of her.

Maya removed Lacrymira from her mouth with a pop. “Did you forget your pleasure comes second?” she raised one of her brows in an innocent way, as if that was already a known fact. Maya blew air on the tip purposefully, giggling to herself. “But who am I kidding… You don't deserve to come at all.”

“I…” Lacrymira's hips thrusted into nothing, trying to seek anything to finish. She knew she must not do this, but… her hands curled into fists. She hesitated—No, her pride was preventing her from pleading and sobbing to Maya. “No please… I'll do anything for you… please let me come,” she pitifully gazed back at Maya, her facade crumbling and making way for her vulnerability.

Maya is really a sucker at heart for that vulnerable expression on Lacrymira. Even if she was putting up a dominant and cruel front, there's no way she can ignore the way her heart fluttered. 

“Hmm?” she pretended to ponder for a moment, before she continued with: “Serve me first. Then maybe I'll let you do it inside,” she let a pause separate her response. “Breed me, maybe? No way… I bet it'll be the most miserable creampie ever.”

Lacrymira felt so humiliated with Maya’s disdainfulness, but at the same time, it was just so, so arousing— causing her to fall into the net of obedience and service once more. “Yes, yes… Please allow me to do so, goddess… I can do anything!” she rushed to offer herself.

“Yeah, yes. I don't just let any pathetic excuse of a Seeker have a way with me, don't I?” Maya said with a sarcastic and condescending tone. She stood up, lifting her skirt up slightly.

In that angle, Lacrymira could perfectly see the entirety of Maya's panties, and she couldn't stop taking her eyes off Maya's pristine white panties like a pervert… she bit back a moan.

After fiddling with her clothes in a short, heated pause and taking them off, Maya proceeded to hook her finger into both her panties and hose, making sure Lacrymira's eyes were glued to her little show. 

Just to be sure, she tugged at Lacrymira's leash, demanding her attention. 

“You're really a loser for someone of that caliber. I personally think you're better off as my toy,” she nimbly pulled down, slowly sliding them off her legs to reveal her wet, dripping cunt.

Lacrymira swallowed her saliva from the divine, very improper sight. “Thank you… I am my goddess’ best toy to use anytime she wants,” she almost forgot to breathe— “I am forever at your disposal…”

The phantom feeling of Maya sitting on her face was driving her crazy with need.

“You really are,” Maya smiled. “But you should be using that tongue to show me some gratitude instead, though.”

Lacrymira made a strangled noise as she was almost instantly overwhelmed and suffocated when Maya unpromptedly sunk down, using her face as a stool for her to sit on. Without much option, Lacrymira dove in instantly, extending her tongue to work Maya's folds open. Flicking her flexible muscle on her clit, she gave it several licks in order to satisfy the sitting woman.

“Ahh… nngh— at least you can lick pussy, even when it's the bare minimum— yesss… keep doing it like that, you bastard—” Maya moaned, shifting her weight to rest fully on Lacrymira's face. Her cunt rocked slightly back and forth, grinding her folds against Lacrymira's tongue, chasing for that sweet friction.

Encouraged by Maya's pleasured noises, Lacrymira started to delve into the source of Maya's sweet nectar, then licking upward to her clit, gently alternating between sucking and dragging her tongue around her clit in a pace that made Maya arch her back, her thighs trembling as they tried not to crush Lacrymira's head.

“M—mmp—!” Lacrymira tried to spell Maya's name, but Maya immediately started pushing her head against her soaked cunt, forcing her tongue to continue serving Maya like the toy she is. Her words faded to incomprehensible sputtering.

“Shut up and— ooh… focus on pleasing your goddess—” Maya threw her head back, mouth parted to make way for her uncontrollable noises from how good this all feels— she sobbed, barely able to contain the familiar pressure coiling inside her. “Keep going…”

If Lacrymira was to continue giving the bundle of nerves stimulation, she wouldn't last long…

Maya grinded a little bit harder against Lacrymira's face as she neared her climax, pulling Lacrymira via her leash to set the pace. “I'm so close— I'll make you regret wasting any drop, got it? Hhn…” she gasped, her toes curling from the build up. The way she was pressed on Lacrymira prevented her from halting halfway. “Yes, yes, take it all, you scum— take it all—”

The heat inside her exploded like fireworks— Maya saw white as she came hard. A series of whines follows the flow of the waves of pleasure washing over her rapidly.

Lacrymira tried her best to ravish all of Maya's release on her lips before they could even drip to the floor. “Thank you, goddess,” she moaned in delight, her tongue blessed by the signature sweet and tangy taste of Maya.

“Good, haa… good…” Maya panted heavily while she rode out her orgasm as she recovered from the disorientation the intense sensation that had just wrecked her mind caused. She let out a breathy chuckle, removing herself from Lacrymira's face; Maya can practically sense the desperation and urgency etched in Lacrymira's every movement, after all.

“My goddess' generosity knows no bounds.”

The girl shifted both of their positions so she was sitting on the former’s hips, her folds just brushing right on the shaft of Lacrymira's very excited cock. She looked at Lacrymira with an expression that just speaks of challenge, brushing the disheveled hair on her face aside.

“Go on, try to impress me. If you can, that is.”

Rubbing her cunt against Lacrymira, her natural lubrication smeared across the length—sweat, saliva and slick mixing with each other. Maya pulled Lacrymira flush against her, and they met in a deep, passion seared kiss.

She guided the blunt tip right in her folds, not quite sinking it in yet, instead rubbing it around her entrance in a circular motion. Perhaps to tease both of them?

“Let me try…” Maya rolled her hips, sheathing the length fully in one downward slam. Her hands depended on Lacrymira's thighs as an anchor, both of them moaning from the amazing sensation of their bodies becoming one at that moment. “Aahn… No way. It's so small but feels so good…” Maya huffed. She covered her wide open mouth, legs convulsing slightly from how Lacrymira filled her up. Maya shifted herself so she could settle her legs on Lacrymira's body.

Lacrymira tried not to buckle her hips up, even if every single fiber of her was telling her to thrust into Maya senseless and breed her little cunt— plow her seeds into Maya's warmth while licking and worshipping her cute feet— but she knew she doesn't have any autonomy over herself in this moment, not with everything in Maya's control.

After a while of getting used to it, Maya started setting an unrushed pace angled right on that sweet spot. Despite the slow rhythm, every thrust was rough and decisive, driving deep inside with embarrassingly loud squelches.

Below, Lacrymira was tense, muscles clenched from the overbearing pleasure Maya was setting her up on. Everything, she did—gasp, beg, praise, moan and even whimper pathetically while Maya rode her. Nothing about this is holy, thought Lacrymira.

“You love this, don't you…?” her feet nudged Lacrymira's cheek, expecting something. When Lacrymira hurried to worship her holy grail, Maya straightened her feet so Lacrymira could have a chance to show her devotion. “Pervert,” she giggled, snapping her hips down faster for emphasis.

Having such a beautiful and cute wife dominating you, worshipping her equally beautiful and well kept feet while she bounces on your cock— Lacrymira thought this was a dream.

She started by giving each inch of Maya's feet kisses, desperately licking Maya's sole with hunger, like a person about to die from thirst. For sure, it was a jerk off material in itself… especially sucking on the space between the toes—which was basically heaven compressed into small, tiny areas of feet—Maya’s feet, specifically.

She could die peacefully right now. Her feet fetish will be damned.

“M–Maya…” Lacrymira breathed out, ceasing her worship in warning when Maya hurried her pace.

Maya seemed to know what Lacrymira was referring to, from the way Lacrymira twitched inside her and how she quivered.

“What are you even waiting for? Don't you want to fill me up? Hurry and give it to me,” Maya stuttered out, the sound of skin against skin becoming even more frequent as Maya delivered Lacrymira straight to her edge with impatience.

“Maya, ah! I'm—mmm, gonna fill you up… breed— ah—!” Lacrymira cried out for Maya, before everything dissolved into pleasure before her eyes. 

Her entire body convulsed— she buried herself deep inside Maya one last time with a single harsh plunge, releasing deep and pumping Maya full with her seed. Her limp body collapsed on the sheets.

They were both left panting at the end— the aftermath of their hedonistic act, satisfied with the gratification it brought them.

Maya mewled, the weight of Lacrymira's come making her strangely all giddy and satisfied. She wiped off the sweat running down on her face, gazing at Lacrymira with an uplifted mood.

Maya shifted her position again so her legs were tucked on Lacrymira’s sides, still keeping her sheathed inside. “…Lacrymira,” Maya leaned forward, resting her weight on Lacrymira. “Did I do well?” Maya asked with a slightly hushed voice.

On the contrary, Lacrymira thought. That was groundbreaking level of execution.

“That was more than ‘well’,” Lacrymira breathlessly praised, making the chains currently wrapped around her wrists rattle in an approving gesture. “I could live forever getting stepped on by those cute feet anytime,” she continued, rambling dreamfully with a menacing grin.

Lacrymira’s words made Maya deadpan (affectionately), standing up straight “What did I say earlier, again? Your taste is so weird.”

“Please do that again to me,” Lacrymira begged, complete with a pleading face.

“No way!”

“Pretty please? Why not? You seemed like you enjoyed humiliating and dominating me earlier,”

“Well… you're not wrong, but—!”

“I was making an astute observation, dearest Maya. Besides, I loved licking off your salty—”

“No,” Maya shut Lacrymira up, not having all that. Besides, they were all exhausted already. She extended one of her hands to Lacrymira. “Just give me your wrists.”

Lacrymira let out a questioning noise at Maya's strange way of diverting her attention. “I guess it was fun while it lasted,” she gave in, handing her tied wrists for Maya to meddle with. But not without a disappointed sigh.

Maya replied to Lacrymira's obedience with another happy tug of her lips. The one that Lacrymira somehow favored the most?

Seeing that she now had Lacrymira’s hands in her grasp, she broke the unbreakable chains fervently with the same ability she used for tying them up. “Do you want out or no? Otherwise I'm trapping your wrists forever in these and the collar.”

Being freed from those stuffy chains, Lacrymira's hands went to feel Maya's body immediately, running them on her cute, sweat coated naked body. Exactly proving Maya's point.

Lacrymira blinked suggestively at Maya. “Ooh, I didn't know you have that in you, Maya—” 

“Shut up with those kinky fantasies of yours…” Maya forced Lacrymira's hands away, shielding her body with her arms to prevent any more Lacrymira touching incidents. Though, the defense didn't last very long as Maya had to undid the collar too.

With free reign over the territory of Maya's silky skin, her hands went back to usual work. This time, Maya didn't shoo it away, even after she had finished with the collar already, finding it comforting.

Lacrymira gripped the sides of Maya’s hips gently, tapping them a few times to grab Maya's attention. “Next time, maybe don't steal other's clothes without permission.”

Maya looked up to Lacrymira in curiosity. “I thought we were already past that,” Maya irritatedly whispered. Her mouth was shaped like an o as she realized what Lacrymira was referring to, and she nodded her head. “Mhm, you can pull out,” she spreaded her legs open, the sight all for Lacrymira to see.

After obtaining Maya's confirmation, the hands resting on Maya lifted her weightless body up, giving Lacrymira basically the entire sight of her soft length slowly gliding out of Maya's tight entrance.

Liquid cum flowed out shortly after, dripping down to the sheets below. Lacrymira's nails digged onto her free thighs, forming crescents. “I recall this was considered ‘inadequate’...”

“That was part of the play, okay? It's not. You give good— best creampies,” Maya corrected, her body sinking down again to cling on Lacrymira.

“R–Really? Is that true, Maya?” Lacrymira stuttered, returning the embrace. “I'm honored,” she sobbed, as always dragging it to sound dramatic.

“Don’t be too proud of yourself,” she proceeded to press a peck on Lacrymira's lips. “And… love you.”

“I love you too as well,” Lacrymira's features softened. She took Maya's chin on her hand, pulling her to a real kiss as a reply to Maya's sweet gesture.

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A/N: There. My entry. Don't ask why feet

Be mindful that both of them are depicted as 18+. See you again!!