Archive of Our Own

The rhythmic sound of boots clicking echoed against marble tile as the Acting Grand Master headed through the foyer of the Knights of Favonius headquarters. Leaning against the heavy wooden door, Jean pushed it open, hearing it creak softly on its hinges as she stood in the entryway of the empty room before her. Orange rays of light slanted in through the high windows, reflecting off dust motes that floated through the air amongst the bookshelves filled with old tomes.

Shutting the door behind her, Jean huffed and set the heavy sack slung over her shoulder onto the ground before pouring through its various contents. The other knights had supposedly recovered stolen plunder from a band of treasure hoarders recently, but she had received reports that several retrieved items were of unknown origin, and so Jean decided to leave them in storage until their respective owners claimed them.

The sack was filled with an odd mix of items; a jangly pouch filled with coins, several pieces of armour, and a lone sword. The weapon stuck out of the sack at an odd angle, with its handle poking out and prompting Jean to put it away first before deciding where she should store the rest of the items. The sword felt strange in her grasp, almost as though it were balanced in an odd way that Jean had never encountered before with other swords, despite her several years of knight training. Hefting it up in one arm, she examined the intricate carvings on it which appeared to have been lacquered with some sort of dye tinted in the strangest shade of violet. Jean was familiar enough with all the shades of purple dyes available in Mondstadt after having spent a good amount of time around a certain, purple-loving librarian. But this sword in her hand, however, appeared to glow in an almost ominous way under the light of the chandelier above her.

Making a mental note to inform the other knights about this strange weapon, Jean stored it in a corner of the weaponry rack, carefully placed behind a couple of other ordinary swords in the hopes that a trainee knight wouldn’t make off with the weapon before she could get back to dealing with it. Daylight was fading fast and Jean, eager to leave since today was one of those rare times where she had finished her work for the week, began to hurriedly put away the loose pieces of armour and the coins in a safe spot. After giving the place a once over and locking the storage room securely, Jean began to make her way home, as she contentedly thought about how she’d spend the rest of the evening at home with her wife, Lisa.

Jean’s days were often rife with stressful thoughts about her impending deadlines and the endless piles of paperwork, so having just one evening where she was free from the pressure of work and allowed to joyfully indulge in leisure time pleased her to no end. The acting grandmaster strode cheerfully through the city streets while on her way home, observing merchants packing up their stalls while the taverns and restaurants prepared themselves for yet another busy night. The scent of delicious cooked food wafting through the air, however, reminded Jean of how she would often share her evening meal with Lisa before the mage returned home for the night, and Jean would reluctantly have to tear herself away from her wife to head back to her office. As much as Jean herself was aware of her never-ending responsibilities, the sight of Lisa waving goodbye and walking away into the distance always hit her with a pang of sadness.

Eagerly walking up to the front door of the little townhouse she shared with Lisa, Jean nearly had to refrain from lightly skipping through it, before she removed her boots and went searching through every room in the house for her wife. Peering into the bedroom, Jean spotted her beloved clad cosily in her house robe and curled up in bed with a book in hand.

“Jean? You’re home early today.” Lisa remarked, looking up from the book in her hands and catching sight of Jean, who was grinning cheerfully from her spot in the doorway. “That’s a rare sight.” She continued with a smile of her own, swinging her legs gracefully over the edge of the bed as she yawned and stretched, before sauntering lazily over to Jean and resting her arms on her shoulders with a relaxed sigh.

“Welcome home, my beloved,” Lisa whispered, leaning in to plant a little kiss on Jean’s cheek and another on her lips. “I was just thinking about preparing a hot bath for myself, as a little treat for the end of the week. But since you’re home now, would you care to join me?” Lisa inquired, looking lovingly at Jean with her sharp, emerald gaze. Jean was staring back with large eyes, widened as though she had been caught with a surprise. But Lisa, who knew every one of Jean’s expressions and mannerisms all too well, was aware that her wife was simply just overwhelmed at the thought of being in a bath together with her. Jean’s very innocent reactions to Lisa’s flirtatious suggestions was something the mage had never failed to think was adorable, despite all the years they had been together.

“Aww, your face is getting all red.” Lisa chuckled, reaching up to affectionately squish Jean’s cheeks in her hand and making her wife start to giggle softly in the process. “Why are you blushing, are you thinking about being in the bath with me?” Lisa teased, watching Jean open her mouth to speak while not a single word came out of it. Instead, Jean’s face had gotten even redder as her expression turned into a very flustered and embarrassed looking one, which simply made Lisa feel mischievous and want to toy with Jean even more.

Stepping away from her wife, Lisa untied the ribbon which fastened her robe together and let the silky fabric fall away from her body, exposing the bare skin hidden beneath it while she was clad in nothing but her underwear. Lisa was a creature of comfort, and she enjoyed lounging about at home in the most comfortable ways possible, which included not having to deal with too many clothes on her body unless the weather had gotten particularly chilly. The mage hung her robe on a nearby coat rack and turned around to face Jean, who had been silently watching the show her wife just put on for her with a visible shade of pink on her cheeks.

“Would you like some help getting out of these clothes?” Lisa suggested, hands reaching towards Jean’s cape and unclipping it from her top. “Or would you like me to go run the bath so it’ll be warm and ready for the both of us? Ah, I missed watching the expression on your face as you get laid bare before me.” The mage asked, sighing contently at the sight of Jean’s bare shoulders and neck, revealed after Lisa had removed the little collar the knight wore as part of her grand master’s uniform too.

“I-I think you should run the bath, you may get cold if you stand around here without any clothes for too long, and t-that’s not good,” Jean spoke, stuttering a little in response to the overwhelming amount of teasing Lisa had given her within moments of her returning home. “I’ll g-get myself undressed and join you shortly.” She added, turning away from Lisa slightly as she reached around her back and started to unlace the bodice of her top.

“Well, I won’t be cold with you joining me in the bath,” Lisa replied with a mischievous wink before she stepped out of the bedroom and headed off in the opposite direction.

Silently watching from where she stood in the entryway of their bedroom, Jean couldn’t help but notice the way Lisa’s hair glowed warmly under the last rays of the setting sun pouring in through the windows. The orange light highlighted the peaks and valleys apparent in Lisa’s back as she strolled away, which was a sight Jean found to be breath-taking. Jean didn’t exactly know why, but just looking at her wife was enough to bring about joyful, warm feelings that would simmer in her chest and leave lingering thoughts about being held in Lisa’s arms, and she supposed this was the effect love had on her.

Oddly, however, Jean was starting to notice the way one of her hands felt rather itchy in its gauntlet while she undressed and got herself ready for her bath. Gripping onto the metal glove with her other hand and tugging it off the limb which was starting to feel alarmingly irritated, panic raced through Jean’s mind when she saw that the skin of her fingers and palm had turned into a bright shade of violet.

“Uh, L-Lisa, Lisa!” Jean called out, dropping her clothes onto the ground before hurriedly racing across the house to the bathroom, where she caught sight of Lisa sitting at the edge of the tub and brushing her hair out of the little side braid she occasionally wore.

“My hand has turned purple and I don’t know why,” Jean spoke as she burst into the room and nearly startled her wife. “It feels painfully itchy and is starting to tingle too. I don’t know what’s happening to me.” Jean explained in a panic, watching as Lisa’s gaze landed on her hand and her expression changed from that of calm contentment to surprise, then horror. Jumping up from her spot by the bath, Lisa gingerly held onto Jean’s wrist and peered at her fingers, turning her wife’s hand over as she examined the strange phenomenon before her.

“I think that you may have come into contact with something that has the power to corrupt…” Lisa spoke, taking note of the strange purple colouring of Jean’s skin. “Did you happen to touch anything out of the ordinary today?”

“Uh, not that I can recall anything,” Jean replied, brows furrowed as she tried to recall the events of her day. “There was my quill pen, documents, a couple of items recovered from a raid, and some dandelions from the field…”

“Hmm, items from a raid. Were they the recently recovered ones with no owners?” Lisa asked, examining the way the odd colouring seemed to only be apparent on the palm side of Jean’s hand.

“Yes, it was those items, they were in a sack and I had put them away in storage before leaving headquarters today,” Jean explained in a shaky voice, desperately hoping that Lisa would know something about why this was happening.

“I recall that one of the recovered items was a sword coated in some kind of corrosive substance. The other knights had gotten the alchemists and me yesterday to check out the sword and determine whether it was safe for use. We’d left a note saying that it had corrosive properties and should not be handled without protective measures in place.” Lisa explained, “did no one tell you about that?”

“There wasn’t any note attached to the sword when I put it away earlier, and I don’t remember being warned either,” Jean replied, with her face pale and a rather troubling looking expression on it. “D-do you have anything that could help me, and if you don’t, then could you please accompany me to look for Barbara? I-I don’t think I could heal this all on my own.”

“Don’t worry my love, I’ve got anti-corrosion potions in my potion room that you can use,” Lisa reassured, lovingly patting Jean on the shoulder as she watched her wife let out a sigh of relief. “Just, come with me now.” She instructed, beckoning Jean to follow her out of the bathroom and into the room where Lisa stored her potions and potion-making equipment.

Lisa’s potion room which also doubled as a home study was filled with tall shelves that had hundreds of vials of potions stocked on them. Sometimes, Jean was glad that her wife was able to come up with all manner of concoctions as that meant that the pair were never too far away from an emergency solution if things ever got dire. Trailing behind her wife, she watched whilst Lisa rummaged through a nearby cupboard and brought two tiny vials out.

“Here, take this one to help stop the corrosion process from happening, and this one to help boost the effects of your healing powers so we won’t need the aid of a second healer,” Lisa explained, handing the vials to Jean as she watched the blonde uncork one after the other and down their contents. “Unfortunately, corrosion is very potent so we won’t be able to fully reverse the process, but I’ll watch over you tonight if your condition worsens.” She reassured.

“Thank you so much, you truly bring me peace of mind whenever you’re around,” Jean replied in a tone filled with gratitude and relief. Taking a few steps back, Jean shut her eyes and brought her palms together in front of her chest, gathering a gentle, rejuvenating breeze that carried the scent of dandelions on it and enveloped her form. “Mmm, my hand doesn’t feel so strange anymore,” Jean commented as she experimentally flexed her fingers before beaming at Lisa with a gratuitous smile so sweet that the mage was certain that her heart would explode at the sight of it.

“That’s a relief to hear, I’d certainly be very worried if the potions weren’t working on you.” Lisa chuckled, reaching up to caress Jean’s face. Running her hand down towards Jean’s shoulder and across the length of her arm, she stopped and grasped at her wife’s unaffected hand before winking at her. “Let’s head back to our bath, shall we? It will help you relax and fall asleep tonight so you won’t work yourself up with worry.”

“Well, I kind of can’t not be worried about my hand, but knowing that you’re here to help makes me feel a lot better,” Jean explained, before looking up at Lisa with a soft expression. “Thank you for always helping me out. I-I, I love you, Lisa.” Jean whispered, with the faintest hint of a blush starting to appear on her cheeks.

“Aww, I love you too, my dearest Jean.” Lisa happily chirped back, leaning in to press a kiss on the tip of Jean’s nose before leading her out of the potion room and back into the hallway. Walking behind Lisa, whose hair was now unbraided and falling loosely around her shoulders had caused the scent of roses emanating from them to be almost too much for Jean to bear. The sweet and lovely scent associated with Lisa’s favourite flower had somehow clung to every inch of her body in mysterious ways that baffled Jean’s mind. All Jean knew was that she found great comfort in the way Lisa smelt, and would often snuggle into her chest or the crook of her neck when they were asleep in bed together.

“Y-your hair, it smells really lovely today.” Jean stammered, feeling her face heat up when Lisa turned around and looked lovingly back at her. Jean could recall the very first time she had noticed how beautiful Lisa’s eyes were. They had gone to Good Hunter’s for their first lunch date together and Jean had said something particularly funny, enough for Lisa to throw her head back with laughter. The sun’s rays had shone in her face and made Lisa’s eyes glow like crystals ores one would find in the mountains of Mondstadt. It was a memory that was burned permanently into Jean’s mind and she often thought fondly of it during her late nights alone at the headquarters, where Jean wanted nothing more than to return home and sink into bed with Lisa, snug and safe in her wife’s embrace.

“Why thank you. You smell particularly good today too, like dandelions.” Lisa whispered back with an affectionate smile. Stopping in her tracks, the mage sat by the edge of the bath once more and eyed Jean with a flirty expression, before she reached around her body and removed her brassiere, leaving her breasts bare and in full view of the knight who was standing before her. Placing her palms on the sides of her breasts, Lisa grinned and teasingly squeezed them together, whilst watching the expression on Jean’s face morph from mild embarrassment to something akin to being shell-shocked.

“Sometimes, I play with them for fun when I’m bored and alone, or when you’re around because the look on your face is always so adorable.” Lisa started saying, grinning amusedly at the way Jean hadn’t moved from where she was standing or said a word. The blonde’s face had gone completely red and interestingly, Lisa noticed that Jean’s gaze was directed at her face instead of her chest. “How cute,” the mage commented when she rose from her perch and approached Jean, eyeing her wife down with a hungry expression. “Would you like me to play with yours instead?”

“U-Uh, sure… if you’d like to…?” Jean stuttered, looking back at Lisa with widened eyes. Jean’s gaze scanned across Lisa’s face as she appeared to be attempting to read her expression to predict her next move, all while noticeably starting to fluster at the thought of being touched on sensitive spots of her body.

With a smug little giggle, Lisa wrapped her arms around Jean’s body and undid her bra from behind, pulling it off Jean’s torso where she let it drop to the ground by their feet. Making a show of wriggling her fingers in front of her embarrassed wife’s face, Lisa watched as Jean’s nipples almost immediately began to harden in response to the cold air around them.

“Are you feeling a little chilly, or are you perhaps just excited at the thought of being touched by me?” Lisa asked, reaching forward to pinch one of Jean’s nipples between two of her fingers. Looking up, she amusedly watched her wife’s reaction to her touch. Jean had squeezed her eyes shut and let out a little, surprised sounding gasp that was an octave higher than her regular speaking voice. Lisa was no stranger to all of the adorable sounding noises Jean would make whenever she had been touched by Lisa’s hands on sensitive spots of her body. But even Lisa had no idea that Jean’s usually serious and proper sounding voice could get so high pitched.

“Oh? I didn’t know you had such a large vocal range. You almost sounded like that fairy who follows the traveller around.” Lisa chuckled, amused by the way Jean stared at her and appeared mildly surprised at being compared to a fairy. “Don’t worry my love, you always sound extremely endearing to my ears when I touch you right here…” Lisa trailed off, lowering her mouth towards one of Jean’s breasts, where she puffed warm air against the sensitive nub before taking it between her lips. Reaching towards Jean’s hand and intertwining their fingers, Lisa pressed Jean up against the bathroom wall and delighted in the way she could feel Jean shaking beneath her, squeezing and gripping onto her hand as Lisa toyed with the sensitive nub in her mouth.

“My, you’re surprisingly sensitive today.” Lisa gasped, catching her breath while she glanced up towards her wife, whose eyes were already half-lidded while little moans escaped from between her lips. “What’s up with you, hmm?” Lisa chuckled, leaning in to grasp Jean’s chin in her hand, “were you thinking about me doing unspeakable things to you while at work?”

“N-not really, I had a very busy day,” Jean explained, looking shyly back at the mage before she embarrassedly averted her gaze away from Lisa’s face. There was almost no way Jean felt like she could continue speaking, not with the way her wife looked so irresistibly pretty, and the way her touch was starting to make Jean feel extremely warm on the inside for reasons unknown to the clueless knight. “B-but, you smell really good today. I-I like the way you smell.” She confessed, turning back towards Lisa and leaning forward to bury her face into the crook of the mage’s neck.

“I love you...” Jean whispered, inhaling the scent of her wife’s perfume and nuzzling her face into Lisa’s chest. The sight of Jean, looking comfortable as ever while nestled against herself was nearly too much for the mage to bear. Lisa felt as though she had to physically will herself against wanting to pepper endless kisses all over her Jean’s face, lest she disturbed the peaceful moment shared between them.

Resting her hand comfortably on the back of Jean’s head, Lisa gently ran her fingers through Jean’s soft hair and planted a kiss atop her wife’s head. There, Lisa tenderly held the love of her life against her chest while the pair cuddled in silence. It was as though for a brief moment, time had stalled and they were only people in the world, held snug and safe in each other’s loving embrace.

“I’d hate to not have you in my arms, but I think our bath is ready my dear,” Lisa whispered after a few minutes of silence. “I’ll cuddle you again once we are in it, okay?” she asked, as Jean opened her eyes and looked up with a pleading expression that reminded Lisa of a puppy begging for treats. “Aww, sometimes, I wonder what I did to get such a cute wife like you.” Lisa giggled, caressing Jean on the head before walking over to the counter by the bath. There, she twisted the top off a fancy little metal can, and shook a few handfuls of pink powder out of it into it, while Jean watched with great fascination as the bathwater started to make fizzling sounds before turning into a kaleidoscope of pinks and purples that smelt like the sweetest roses ever. Jean was never one to purchase fancy bath products as Lisa did, and simply got all of her self grooming products from the general store. The fact that Lisa was completely enamoured with how all of Jean’s soaps smelt like dandelions was something that greatly confused the knight, but she had chalked it up to Lisa being her usual, affectionate self.

Turning to face Jean with a joyful little grin on her face, Lisa hooked her thumbs through the waistband of her underwear and pulled them off her hips, leaving her body completely bare as they fell to the floor. “Like what you see?” Lisa asked, grinning mischievously while Jean proceeded to stutter before letting out the softest “Y-yes?”.

“If you do, why don’t you join me here? The water’s warm, and feels very relaxing.” Lisa drawled in a seductive tone, stepping into the bath where she sat back with a contented sigh. Staring Jean down with her piercing gaze, she lifted a hand and playfully beckoned her over with a slow, yet deliberate come-hither motion. “I could hold you in my arms, wash your hair, or give you a full body massage. Just tell me what you’d like and I’ll do it.”

Rooted to her spot while embarrassment and heat flooded her body, Jean instinctively squeezed her thighs together and dug her fingernails into her palms. The sight of Lisa lounging in the nude before her, saying all manner of playful things she knew full well would set Jean alight between her legs was starting to make the knight feel like she was losing grasp of her sanity. She could not will herself to tear her eyes away from where Lisa sat in the bath, shoulders and chest glistening wet as rivulets of water dripped from the ends of her hair and ran over her bare skin, which was slowly turning rosy from the warm water. Awkwardly clearing her throat, Jean took a tiny step forwards and moved her hands down towards the waistband of her underwear, where her fingers lingered hesitantly before she pulled the garment down towards her feet and stepped out of it, leaving herself completely bare and at the mercy of Lisa’s gaze. She could feel Lisa’s eyes on her, visually devouring the sight of her muscular limbs and toned stomach before her gaze naughtily drifted to the mound between Jean’s legs, where Jean could already sense a hint of dampness on her lips despite having not even stepped foot into the bath.

“Already glistening wet and ready for me? You look so tasty, my love.” Lisa whispered, making a show of licking her lips before craning her head towards Jean’s abdomen and placing a kiss right above the spot where Jean could already feel herself burning like a fire. Right then, the sudden and unexpected sensation of Lisa’s tongue giving her a playful lick right over her clit made Jean yelp loudly and nearly jump back, much to Lisa amusement when she pulled away and wiped her lips on the back of her hand.

“Aww, my cutie, why don’t you take a seat right here,” Lisa called out to Jean, making a show of spreading her legs and patting the space between them. “Especially since you’ve always loved being between my legs.” She teased, winking as Jean finally broke out of her flustered stupor and stepped into the bath with the most intense blush Lisa had ever seen spreading across her face.

Jean stood awkwardly in front of Lisa for a moment before she sat between her thighs and tried to cosy up against her wife. Feeling a little tense while she lay on Lisa’s chest, Jean rested her head on her wife's shoulder where she met the mage’s half-lidded gaze with her own. The warmth of the bath and Lisa’s gentle touch made Jean feel a lot calmer, as though she were floating on a bed of soft clouds with her beloved. For a moment, Jean almost wished that she could spend eternity like this, curled up in her wife’s embrace where she was the safest she’d ever felt.

There was a light, tugging sensation on Jean’s hair as Lisa pulled her silken ribbon loose, and gently combed out her wife’s locks with her fingers while softly humming a song. The look in her eyes had softened into what Jean supposed was affection, while Lisa dampened her hair and carefully massaged shampoo into it.

“You smell like the calming breeze that blows over the dandelion fields and all through the city, it reminds me of all the walks and patrols we used to sometimes take together. I missed giving you secret kisses whenever the street we were on was empty, or when we were hidden out of sight behind a building.” Lisa said with a nostalgic tone in her soft, soothing voice that never failed to send tingles up Jean’s spine. “You would always get so red and embarrassed whenever I made out with you, despite the way you always kissed back with a sort of… hunger.” Lisa continued, chucking at the way Jean immediately flushed while hearing her words.

“I-ah, I can’t resist you sometimes,” Jean explained, trying to appear calm despite the sensation of her entire body starting to feel oddly desperate for her wife. “I wonder if you’ve ever placed a spell on me because… I don’t know why being close to you makes me so happy.”

“Oh? Would you like me to someday?” Lisa chuckled, running her fingers along Jean’s scalp and giving her wife a head massage. Jean was a particularly sensitive person and Lisa always loved watching her reactions to all sorts of sensations she experienced. Right now, Jean was curled up in her lap, letting out the softest of sighs that almost sounded like moans when Lisa rubbed little circles into the spot beneath her ears. “Feels good, hmm? Shall I give you a massage on other parts of your body too?”

“Y-yes please, I haven’t felt this relaxed in a long time,” Jean replied, sinking comfortably into Lisa’s arms as her eyes fluttered shut and she appeared so comfortable that one would almost mistake her for being asleep. Satisfied with how she had successfully managed to help her wife relax, Lisa moved her hands down to Jean’s shoulders. There, she worked her deft fingers on the knots in Jean’s tense muscles, before her hands roamed to the front of Jean’s chest, where Lisa cupped her breasts and gave them a light squeeze.

“Are you giving me a chest massage too?” Jean asked, opening her eyes to look up at Lisa before she shut them again and wriggled a little in Lisa’s lap to get herself comfortable. “I’ve never had a chest massage before but this feels… nice,” Jean remarked, sounding as comfortable and pleased as could be.

“Oh, Jean…” Lisa laughed, “Don’t you think this is a little too erotic to be considered an innocent chest massage? I mean, I’m already playing with your nipples.” She asked with a surprised tone, almost as though she couldn’t believe that Jean wasn’t getting the hint.

“Now that you mentioned it… I-I think you’re right. You squeezing me in such a sensitive spot is making me feel kind of hot between my legs.” Jean explained rather bashfully. “That’s the sensation I get whenever you do uh… things to me. B-but, it feels a lot stronger today, so please don’t squeeze me too hard.” Jean begged, before almost squealing when Lisa pressed the pad of her finger against her nipple.

“You weren’t this sensitive a moment ago, could this be a side effect of the potion I gave you?” Lisa asked, feeling a little concerned at the odd side effects Jean seemed to be having. “Why don’t I run a test on you after our bath, does that sound good?” she asked, rinsing the shampoo out of Jean’s hair as she lovingly caressed her head.

“I-I don’t feel bad, just sensitive all over, as though my senses have been heightened?” Jean tried explaining. She could feel the warmth from Lisa’s skin against her own, which reminded her of hot drinks and being wrapped in blankets on a chilly day, not to mention the scent of roses wafting everywhere around her. It made Jean think of all the times she had cuddled into Lisa’s pillow when her wife had gotten out of bed to bring her a cup of coffee. Oddly, however, the sight of Lisa’s bare body beneath hers was making Jean feel like a flame had been ignited inside of her. Though these flames weren’t wild like a bonfire, however, and instead made Jean feel as though she were relaxing cosily by the scented candles Lisa kept on her bedside table.

“You just smell really good today… somehow. And I think you look p-pretty.” Jean confessed in a soft voice, “I feel so warm on the inside seeing you like this, a-and I like being held in your arms.”

“Aww my cutie, always so affectionate.” Lisa giggled, leaning forward to press a kiss on the back of Jean’s shoulder. “Seems like what you’re feeling is affection, and a little bit of a side effect from having been so busy for the past fortnight that I haven’t had the chance to play with you.” Lisa hinted, teasingly running her fingertips down Jean’s back and causing the blonde to shudder. “I missed playing with you, missed hearing your voice get all pitched, and the way you’d beg at me with that cute face of yours.” The mage whispered while beginning to soap Jean’s upper body up. Running her hands over Jean’s toned back, Lisa felt the curve of her wife’s waist beneath her hands that led down to the small of her back before ending at the top of her adorable butt. This feeling had Lisa reminiscing about the times she’d hold onto Jean’s waist when she was bent over the desk in her office, begging for Lisa to just take her already.

Moving her hands once more to the front of Jean’s body, Lisa began soaping up her thighs, going from the outside where she marvelled at the feeling of Jean’s toned leg muscle beneath her hands, and their insides where Lisa knew her wife was highly sensitive to touch. Shifting towards the top of her inner thighs, Lisa brushed her fingers quickly and lightly against the spot where she knew would make her wife feel something. Seeing Jean roll her head back against her shoulder and look up at her with a pleading gaze, as though she wanted to be touched more, was the signal for Lisa to move her hands right up against Jean’s lower lips.

“Would you like a little stress relief session tonight, if your hand isn’t making you feel too bad of course,” Lisa asked, watching as Jean looked up at her with a sort of pleading expression in her gaze as if she had the same thought in mind but was too afraid to ask Lisa for it. Playfully squeezing Jean’s inner thighs, Lisa smirked while Jean made a little moaning noise before shyly burying her face into Lisa’s neck.

“What’s the matter, don’t hesitate to ask if you ever need a hand,” Lisa whispered, reaching up to cup Jean’s face as the pair stared into each other’s eyes before the mage decided to make the first move by leaning down and pressing her lips against her wife’s.

Almost immediately, Lisa could feel Jean reaching up to wrap her arms around her neck, shifting her body in Lisa’s lap so that she was neatly curled up and cradled in it, and better positioned to lock her lips against her beloved’s. For the first time in a long time, Jean kissed Lisa back with a sort of ferocity that surprised the mage. She was actively winding her fingers into Lisa’s hair and did not freeze up in surprise when the mage nipped on her lower lip before breaking the kiss. After pulling away, Lisa watched as Jean stared back at her with a hazy look in her eyes, before she appeared to snap back to reality and leant forward once again to continue the kiss, catching the mage by surprise this time. Lisa had never witnessed Jean initiate acts like a kiss, especially not one where tongues and tasting one another were involved while the pair practically melted into their embrace. She supposed that Jean had either gotten bolder or was just incredibly pent up after two weeks of not having had Lisa play with her body.

“Did you miss me a lot?” Lisa softly asked when Jean broke the kiss to catch her breath. Sticking her hand up above the water, Lisa teasingly wriggled her long and slender fingers at Jean. “Take your pick, my love, hand, or mouth.”

“…h-hand, please?” Jean asked, immediately flipping herself around and getting onto her knees with a sort of never before seen confidence that was starting to baffle Lisa. The mage was certainly starting to suspect that Jean wasn’t her usual self tonight, but a glance at her eyes, muscle tone, and the way she was breathing assured Lisa that Jean was not in any apparent danger due to the events that had transpired earlier. Jean had neatly straddled herself over Lisa’s thigh where she now sat waiting obediently, which assured Lisa that Jean’s personality at least hadn’t completely changed, a sign the mage knew could be a side effect of corrosion.

“Somebody sure is eager today.” Lisa hummed, placing the palm of her hand flat against Jean’s toned stomach, where she ran her hand over the hard muscle of her wife’s body, the result of more than a decade of knight training. Lisa loved to marvel at Jean’s body, at the way the light would cast shadows over the peaks and valleys apparent in her back and biceps, and the way Jean always felt so solid in contrast to her own softer frame. Lisa would often affectionately squeeze onto one of Jean’s buff arms to get her attention when they were together, not only because the mage thought this act was adorable, but also because Jean was just so attractive to her. Lisa however, did not only think her wife looked attractive in the manner of an honourable and chivalrous swordswoman who also happened to have no idea about how good she looked. The adorable side of Jean that only Lisa was privy to was undoubtedly one of her favourite things about her wife too.

Slipping two of her fingers between Jean’s legs, Lisa smirked cheekily at her wife while she teased at her entrance and playfully circled her fingers around Jean’s clit, with the intent of giving her wife a teaser of what was about to happen without immediately stimulating her where Lisa knew she yearned to be touched. Looking intently at the blonde, Lisa watched as Jean’s face reddened once again and she desperately rocked her hips against Lisa’s hand, like she couldn’t stand the thought of having to wait while the mage had her fun with her adorable knight.

“Impatient are we today? I might have to come up with a little punishment for you then.” Lisa teased, slowly withdrawing her hand and enjoying the sight of Jean’s adorable pouty expression in response to suddenly not having Lisa continue touching her. Reaching out to hold Jean’s chin in her hand, Lisa sat up and leaned in close to her, till her lips were nearly touching Jean’s. “Why not take a seat in my lap? I’ll let you rest your head against my boobs the way you always do when work stresses you out.”

“R-really? I missed listening to you sing while you held my head against your chest.” Jean replied with an affectionate tone. “Y-you have a nice voice, I think it sounds very p-pretty and calming.” She bashfully continued speaking, as Lisa held onto her arm and pulled her down into her lap. There, Lisa’s hands caressed her head while Jean sighed happily and nestled her face between Lisa’s breasts. The sight, however, of Lisa’s nipple so close to her lips almost immediately, sent impure thoughts about kissing it racing through Jean’s mind, and heat bloomed in sensitive spots of her body once more.

“I can see you staring, what are you thinking about my love?” Lisa asked, gently running her finger along the sensitive outer rim of Jean’s ear. “My, you’re so daring today. Usually, you’d have turned red and hidden your face away. I still remember how long it took me to convince you that laying on my boobs can help with stress relief.” Lisa chuckled, reaching down to lightly poke Jean in the middle of her forehead when she could no longer resist the way her wife was looking up at her with large eyes filled with affection.

“I've heard of a love that comes once in a lifetime, and I'm pretty sure that you are that love of mine.” Lisa softly sang, humming a tune while she ran her thumb along Jean’s cheek and the blonde cutely beamed up at her with a smile so adorable that Lisa was sure her heart would pop at the sight of it. “'Cause I'm in a field of dandelions, wishing on every one that you'll be mine, mine. And I see forever in your eyes, I feel okay when I see you smile… smile.” She crooned before Jean sat upright in her lap, hesitantly bringing her blushy face close to Lisa’s. Sensing what her wife had in mind, Lisa leant forward to quickly close the gap between their bodies as their lips met once more for a hungry, passionate kiss.

Lisa could feel Jean’s arms wrapping themselves tightly around her shoulders, fingers digging into the skin of her back, making it obvious that Jean seemed to want her in an almost ravenous way tonight. Jean’s lips and tongue felt blindingly hot against Lisa’s, almost as though she was running a fever of some sort. This was a stark contrast to the rest of her body which seemed cool to the touch, a result of having been sitting in a bathtub for almost a good thirty minutes. Lisa pressed her lips up against Jean’s till her chest almost hurt from the way she had been unknowingly holding her breath. Being forced to pull away, she panted and took in the sight of her beloved, whose shoulders were heaving while her lips were swollen and her irises dilated. An aroused Jean was a sight to behold for Lisa since the mage could probably count on the fingers of one of her hands the number of times Jean had ever tried taking the lead during the intimate times they shared.

Lisa however, was uncertain if her eyes were playing tricks on her as a result of her own arousal since Jean’s baby blues now strangely, appeared to be of a shade of purple. Squinting in the dim light of the bathroom, the mage leant closer to her wife, inspecting the way two tufts of hair seemed to be sticking out at an odd angle from Jean’s head.

“W-why are you looking at me like that? Is there something on… uh, my face?” Jean asked, staring curiously back at Lisa as she brought a hand up towards her cheek and began patting away at her face, inspecting it for whatever had caught Lisa’s attention. Lisa however, couldn’t help but notice the way the purple stains on Jean’s fingers had somehow started glowing in the same shade as her eyes. With her sixth sense screaming to her that something odd was going on, Lisa reached up towards Jean’s head and experimentally touched one of the tufts, before pulling away quickly when her hand came into contact with something that felt hard, smooth, and very unlike Jean’s soft hair.

“Hang on, I just felt something strange when I touched your hair,” Lisa explained, wriggling onto her knees so she could peer over Jean’s head. What she saw, however, was something Lisa never thought she’d ever see with her own eyes.

“Oh, Jean, you’ve got little horns on your head, I think the sword’s done something to you,” Lisa spoke in a surprised, yet slightly scared tone, placing her hands on Jean’s shoulders as she tried to calm her now frightened wife.

“Horns? Oh, archons… This can’t be happening!” Jean started saying while she frantically felt around the top of her head, jumping in fright when her fingers touched the sharp tips and smooth surfaces of her new appendages. “L-Lisa, is this an effect of corrosion? Please tell me I’ll be okay, or else we’ll have to go find Barbara right away to see if she can heal me.” Jean worriedly spoke, staring at Lisa with a worried expression as though she were afraid, and desperately hoping that Lisa would have an answer that could make everything less scary.

“Based on what I know, corrosion does have the power to turn people into demon-like creatures. The antidote I’ve given you will prevent all of the negative side effects from presenting. However, I guess it doesn’t prevent non-negative side effects, like these horns.” Lisa explained, doing her absolute best to sound as calm and composed as possible so Jean wouldn’t be too freaked out about the strange occurrences that were happening to her. “Tell me, does any other part of you feel strange, or odd?”

“Hmm, well… I-I’m feeling alright aside from wanting to be held by you. The feeling is hitting me harder tonight a-and, I don’t know why, but… I-I feel like I love you so much.” Jean tried explaining in a soft, shaky voice, as she settled back down in Lisa’s lap and buried her face in the crook of the mage’s neck. “Or is this a normal feeling? If so then, a-ah I’m probably okay aside from the horns on my head.” Jean sputtered as she tried to make sense of everything that had happened this evening.

“I’ve noticed that you seem bolder tonight.” Lisa started saying, amusedly watching the way Jean shyly peeked out from her hiding spot to meet her gaze. “I’m usually the one who kisses and touches you while you get all flustered. But I think you just kissed me back very audaciously today. That was swoon-worthy, my handsome knight.” Lisa praised, chuckling when Jean made an embarrassed noise. Running her palm down the centre of Jean’s back, Lisa tried to calm her wife down once more after the shocking revelation had interrupted their very tender moment before her fingers ran into something jutting out of Jean’s lower back. Pressing into the same spot once more, Lisa felt Jean’s body jerk in response to her touch, which prompted her to peer around the blonde’s waist and see what was going on.

“My, you have a tail too? I’ve never seen anything like this, ever.” Lisa gasped in amazement, before Jean herself twisted around in response to her words, and let out a high pitched, and very surprised squeak when she caught sight of her tail wriggling about behind her back.

“A tail? Oh, p-please tell me that everything will go away by morning. Lisa, I can’t be seen around Mondstadt like this, people will be afraid and I don’t want that to happen.” Jean complained, sounding worried and frustrated at the same time as she frowned and pouted a little.

“Well, if you scared them all away, then perhaps they’ll stop coming to you for every single trivial task they need help with.” Lisa suggested with a mischievous giggle, “That way, you won’t be tasked with looking for lost cats ever again.” The mage continued with a proud smile, cheekily tapping the side of her forehead while Jean sighed with resignation and leaned forward against her chest.

“I, I just can’t bear to say no to the people. Protecting Mondstadt is my duty, and seeing the happy faces of the citizens makes me feel happy too.” Jean explained as she gazed at Lisa’s lips with half-lidded eyes, now returned to their usual shade of blue. “B-but you know what else makes me… happy?” Jean continued, sounding incredibly nervous when she audibly gulped and proceeded to stammer out her sentence. “Y-you, you make me so happy, Lisa. You’re m-my favourite person in this whole world.”

The sight of Jean nuzzling into her chest the way a kitten would was so endearing that Lisa couldn’t help but be amused at the thought of how she had a demon; creatures that were known for their fearsome nature, curled up in her lap and looking docile as ever. Lisa however, being the ever brilliant and well-read person she was, had started to mentally fit pieces of the puzzle laid out before her.

“So, I’ve now got a devilish little plaything in my lap, obediently waiting for me to decide what to do with her huh?” Lisa whispered into Jean’s ear, which made the blonde embarrassedly avert her gaze and shudder when Lisa playfully flicked at one of her nipples. Helping Jean out of her lap, the mage stood up without a word and quickly dried herself off, before stepping out of the bath and leaving a bewildered, yet dismayed looking, Jean.

Upon entering her bedroom where there was a closet filled with various items she had often used on Jean during their intimate times together, Lisa busied herself with looking for the item she wanted to bring back to the bath with her, all whilst she could hear Jean shyly calling out her name from the bathroom in an almost pitiful manner.

“Be a good girl and wait right there,” Lisa called out, humming a song to herself while she selected the item she was looking for and shut the closet door. Jean, however, had appeared to be so caught up in her thoughts that Lisa’s words had completely escaped her ears since the mage nearly ran into her wife on the way back to the bathroom. There Jean stood in the hallway, looking like a very miserable and soaked puppy as water dripped from the ends of her hair and her downcast tail onto the tiled floor.

“Oh? I thought I told you to wait for me, are you being a bad girl in need of a punishment today?” Lisa asked in a mischievous tone, holding Jean’s face up between her thumb and pointer finger so she had a better view of her wife.

“I-I’m sorry, I d-didn’t mean to, but I thought you were leaving a-and I couldn’t bear that…” Jean sputtered, sounding extremely apologetic despite the slightly dazed and lustful look in her eyes. “P-please, I just want to be close to you.” The blonde continued begging, even whilst her gaze landed on the item Lisa held in her hand and confusion washed over her features. “W-why do you have the bath pillow in your hand?”

“Well, I have a treat in store for you, my little demon. But it seems like you’re extra hungry for me tonight?” Lisa asked, feeling certain that she knew exactly what type of demon Jean had turned into by observing her behaviour.

“Hungry? Uhh, maybe I am? Uh, I’m not sure if I know h-how to describe the way I’m feeling right now. B-but, I feel like I-I’m very in love with you today.” Jean tried explaining, looking more confused than before. Lisa could imagine the little cogs in her emotionally repressed mind all turning at once as Jean tried her hardest to figure out how she felt for Lisa, and why she was so attracted to her tonight in an almost inexplicably unhinged manner.

“Let’s get back in the tub, shall we? It is freezing out here and we don’t want you catching a cold.” Lisa prompted, placing her hand at the small of Jean’s back and guiding her wife back to the warm tub. There, Lisa busied herself with attaching the waterproof pillow to the sloped end of the tub where she had been lounging earlier, before laying back onto it with a smug, yet comfortable grin upon her lips.

“Come here, my darling.” Lisa prompted, slowly waving her fingers at Jean as she beckoned for her wife to come to sit in her lap once more. “Let’s resume where we left off, shall we?” she whispered, as Jean obediently nodded with an eager expression on her face, her tail now wriggling energetically in the air which almost seemed like a strangely amusing sight. Suddenly Lisa began to miss the pining look Jean was giving her earlier when she had left without a word as a test to see if Jean had been turned into a regular demon who was just feeling extra affectionate, or something entirely different.

“Jean, do you happen to know what a succubus is?” Lisa asked, twirling a wet strand of Jean’s hair loosely around her finger in her signature flirty manner.

“Are they… some kind of demonic being?” Jean replied, looking curiously at her wife while she sat waiting in her lap, eager and ready for whatever Lisa had in store for her.

“Yes, you are correct. Succubi are demons who feed off the souls of the people they share intimate relations with. But, I’ve never felt better than I do right now, so you’re probably feeding off something else.” Lisa explained while Jean scrunched her brows in utter confusion.

“I-I don’t want to hurt you, so please tell me if I’m hurting you in any way.” Jean started saying, waving her hands about frantically as she apologised. “B-but I don’t know what I’m feeding off either, since this is my first time being a… succubus?”

“Don’t worry too much if you can’t figure it out, I’m just very enthralled about having my own little demon to tease.” Lisa giggled, playfully bopping Jean on the tip of her nose. “Also, how many people can say that they’ve fucked a succubus till she could barely walk and lived to tell the tale?” she added, causing the already flustered Jean to almost immediately flush red down to her neck and chest.

“Ahh, Lisa, please don’t say things like that,” Jean begged, suddenly feeling tense and hot all over at the thought of being taken roughly by her wife. “It’s making my legs feel weak and there’s a strange heat in my body, a-and it’s really making me want you even more, please.”

“Ooh, someone’s feeling naughty, I suppose?” Lisa asked, raising her hand and placing the heel of her palm right up against Jean’s clit, where the mage knew her wife must have been feeling extremely desperate for her touch. “You’re adorable when you get desperate and start moving your hips, even before I’ve given you any instructions.” She crooned, drinking in the erotic sight of Jean’s frantic attempts at getting some stimulation where she’d been wanting it all night. Lisa could tell that despite having been together with Jean for several years, the blondie kneeling before her barely knew the right way of thrusting her hips, and was instead just rubbing herself up against Lisa as best as she could.

“That’s right, you’re doing so well, my good girl.” Lisa praised, reaching up to caress Jean’s hair with her free hand as Jean squeezed her eyes shut and endearingly leaned into her wife’s touch. “Perhaps you’d like to continue being good by putting on a little show for me?” Lisa asked, leaning back against her bath pillow while she cheekily pushed her chest out and stared Jean in the eye.

“Uhh, wh-what kind of show would you like me to put on for you?” Jean shyly asked, appearing rather curious even whilst the erratic pace of her hips hadn’t slowed down one bit, at least till Lisa gripped the side of her upper thigh and pulled her in close towards where she was laying.

“Let me taste you, while I listen to your sweet voice say my name and call out for me, over and over again till you’re spent.” The mage whispered with a grin, leaning forward to lovingly plant a kiss above Jean’s slit. “Come on now, I’ve missed listening to the cute little cries you always make when you’re in my mouth.”

The sight of Lisa’s face positioned beneath her, close enough that Jean could feel the other woman’s breath hitting her sensitive skin would’ve probably caused the blonde’s legs to buckle for real this time if Lisa hadn’t been holding onto her hips. Unsteadily gripping onto the sides of the bath, Jean gingerly bent her knees and audibly gasped when she let Lisa take her sex into her mouth. The sudden sensation of heat; warm, velvety, and intensely pleasurable hit Jean all at once. Clamping one hand over her mouth, Jean tried her hardest to stifle the cries she could not hold back as Lisa’s tongue played with her clit while her fingers toyed at her sensitive entrance, barely slipping in before the mage had pulled them out once again.

Occasionally, Jean had felt rather bad at the thought of having Lisa use her mouth to pleasure her. She simply felt like she didn’t have the audacity to ask her beloved wife to do things like that for her own selfish pleasure, but seeing Lisa happily wink at her while she intertwined her fingers with Jean’s own had made the knight realise that Lisa was quite possibly doing an act like this out of her own enjoyment.

One of Lisa’s hands soon moved around Jean’s hips, lovingly squeezing her ass before she toyed with the brand-new devilish appendage sticking out from Jean’s lower back. Having never been the owner of a tail before, Jean found Lisa’s gentle, feather-like touches on it to be surprisingly pleasant. This, however, meant that Jean had let out a few loud squeaking noises when Lisa experimentally rubbed her fingers around the area. The pitched sound of her voice echoing against the tiled wall of the bathroom caused embarrassment to ring in Jean’s ears, prompting her to self-consciously look down between her legs where she met Lisa’s gaze. There, the mage was looking back at her in a slightly different way than before, almost as though she were smiling at Jean with just her eyes which left the knight wondering about what exactly Lisa was planning to do next.

Before her flustered mind could form a coherent thought, however, Jean was immediately brought back down to earth by the sensation of Lisa’s tongue slowly licking up her slit in an almost teasing manner, before flicking at her clit and quickly wrapping her lips around it. Jean was now certain that she could almost feel a second heartbeat throbbing in the unmentionables between her legs while her wife sucked away at her pussy. Explosions of heat were radiating across her lower lips and left the part of herself in Lisa’s mouth feeling so sensitive that Jean was certain Lisa had broken it simply with the power of her lips. Gripping tightly onto Lisa’s hand, Jean couldn’t help but accidentally roll her hips a couple of times, begging for more sensation from Lisa’s mouth. The muscles in her thighs were tensed and taut, as Jean arched her back and shamelessly called out Lisa’s name into the night.

“P-please!” Jean cried, body shaking and shuddering while she tried her very best not to place her hands on Lisa’s head, lest she accidentally lose control and hurt her wife by pushing her face into the space between her legs. Out of the corner of her eye, however, she caught sight of her tail which seemingly had a mind of its own already curled around Lisa’s wrist, as though it were expressing Jean’s subconscious desire to hold Lisa even closer. Feeling her face burn with embarrassment, Jean reached out and clumsily tried to disentangle her tail away from Lisa’s arm, fearing that it’d somehow wrap itself around her wife’s wrist too tightly and cut off circulation.

Lisa however, moved fast as lightning and grabbed onto Jean’s hand with her own, before bringing both the blonde’s hands behind her back where they were held together in the mage’s firm grip. Peering from behind her long lashes, Lisa looked up at Jean and slowly pulled her tongue away from Jean’s soaked centre, lewdly putting on a show of letting a string of saliva dangle between their bodies prior to it vanishing in the steamy air around them.

“Letting you cum now won’t be very fun, will it?” The mage spoke, shaking her head as though she were disciplining a misbehaving child. “Especially not after you stopped the show midway to fix your adorable little tail.” Lisa teased, wagging a finger tauntingly in Jean’s face.

“Ahh, I d-didn’t want it to hurt you. It was squeezing your arm so tightly and I-“Jean sputtered, sounding incredibly apologetic before Lisa placed her finger up against her wife’s soft lips, effectively shushing her.

“Don’t worry my love, that didn’t hurt at all. In fact, I found it to be very endearing, my little pet demon.” Lisa cooed, holding Jean’s face cosily in her hand and caressing her wife’s flushed cheek with her thumb. “Oh, do you like being called a little pet demon?” the mage chuckled upon noticing the expression on her beloved’s face go from worried to submissive, and almost pleading at the sound of her words.

Nodding hesitantly, Jean trembled, feeling a sense of warmth rushing to all of the sensitive spots on her body at the thought of being a little pet demon who belonged to her wife. She could hear Lisa’s amused laughter ringing brightly in her ears, and the sensation of her wife ruffling her bangs delightfully before pulling her back down into the bath.

“Well, my little pet still has bubbly shampoo all over her hair, so let’s wash it all out, shall we?” Lisa asked, getting Jean settled comfortably in her lap once more. She felt Lisa’s strong fingers combing through her hair and massaging circles into the nape of her neck, so comforting that Jean was almost tempted to shut her eyes and drift off to sleep while in the midst of it. The sound, however, of Lisa’s velvety and sultry voice whispering sweet nothings into her ears, kept the little demon awake since she could unmistakably feel herself wanting to be loved by her wife once again.

“Hmm, seems like the bath is losing its warmth, and we wouldn’t want you catching a cold.” Lisa started saying, reaching out of the bath for the fluffy towels placed on a nearby rack. “They say a good demon owner always takes excellent care of her little pet, you know.” She continued with an amused tone, leading Jean out of the tub before gently drying off her soaked hair, body, and wriggly tail that Lisa did not pass up the chance to play with at this moment. The towel Jean was being wrapped in felt warm, safe, and so comfy that she almost pouted unhappily when Lisa removed it from around her and placed it in the nearby laundry hamper.

“Aww, don’t fret little demon. Here, put on this bathrobe so you’ll be warm while waiting for me in the bedroom.” Lisa instructed, fixing the cord around Jean’s waist and planting a kiss in the middle of her forehead. “Go on, be a good girl and I’ll see you there shortly.” She added with a wink, which Jean couldn’t help but obediently nod to, shooting Lisa with a longing look before heading down the hallway which led to their shared bedroom.

Plopping herself on the edge of the mattress, Jean huddled into the fluffy robe wrapped around her form and sniffed it, inhaling the sweet, comforting scent of Lisa’s rose perfume. To this day, Jean wasn’t exactly certain that she knew how to describe the scent of roses, but she’d long associated them with joyful emotions, safety, and the feeling of being loved all thanks to her wife. The sound of a door opening echoed down the hallway and made its way to Jean’s ears, heightening the sense of anticipation building up within her when she couldn’t help but wonder about what Lisa had in store for her. Meanwhile, Jean could feel her tail wriggling about in a steady rhythm and was preoccupied with trying to hold onto the new appendage so it’d hopefully stay more still.

“You remind me of a puppy I’d once seen holding onto its tail.” Lisa chuckled, entering the room with a silken drawstring bag in hand. “It was a very adorable puppy, just like you are, my lovely Jean.” She continued with a sweet smile, setting the bag on the bed before going over to lovingly cup Jean’s cheeks in her hands.

“I’ve got a surprise in this bag that I’ve been working on for a while,” Lisa spoke in an almost gushy, excitable way when she undid Jean’s robe and pulled it partially off her, leaving her upper body unclothed and vulnerable. Looking up at her wife, Jean felt a shudder race up her spine when she noticed the way Lisa’s gaze was traversing her naked torso, slowly taking in the sight of the demon being laid bare on display before her.

“W-what kind of surprise do you have for me?” the blonde curiously asked in a shy voice, wrapping an arm around herself as she nervously clutched onto the sleeve of her robe. Lisa however, laughed merrily in response to her question and started miming the action of putting a strap’s harness around her hips which only served to fluster Jean more, causing her restless tail to wrap itself around its owner’s waist without any conscious thought on Jean’s part.

“Aww, you always get so adorably embarrassed when I tease you with my strap, although you seem to enjoy taking it very much indeed.” Lisa chuckled, sitting by Jean on the bed where she held onto the hand clutched on Jean’s sleeve, and softly kissed the blonde on the lips. Somehow, the kiss seemed to be just the thing Jean needed to feel relaxed and more comfortable regarding her first night of being a demon, something Lisa could tell from the way her hand grasped back at the mage’s own and she leaned tenderly into the kiss, almost whining against Lisa’s lips when the brunette reached up to touch the sensitive area beneath her jaw. Reaching around Jean’s shoulders, Lisa gradually pulled the robe entirely off her wife’s form and tossed it onto the bed, running her hand down Jean’s bare chest till her fingertips were playing with a nipple, tickling and squeezing while Jean squirmed and squealed beneath her.

“You’re so incredibly fun to toy with. I could play with you all day long if I wanted.” Lisa praised, breaking the kiss so she could untie the drawstring of the bag and reveal its contents to her wife. Getting off the bed, Lisa fished the item out of the silken bag with an extravagant flourish and presented it to her beloved; all seven inches of crackling, glowing electro energy contained within a phallic form, attached to a harness with fancy gold buckles on it.

Before her, Jean simply stared at it wordlessly, spluttering while splotches of red crept up from her cheeks to the very tips of her ears. The tail wrapped protectively around her body began to swish about restlessly, while Jean herself averted her gaze embarrassedly for a moment before her baby blues helplessly latched back onto the toy with a sort of wonderous amazement.

“Ahh, d-do you have to present it to me… this way?” Jean asked after a few seconds of embarrassed silence, her face looking so red that Lisa was certain that her wife would implode if she were to tease her just a little more. “It’s not that I don’t like it. I-I thank you very much for making it but… it’s so big…” the blonde bashfully continued in a quiet voice, staring at the length laid out before her with widened eyes.

“Remember how you confided in me about realising that you preferred the larger dildos? I kind of took your words quite literally.” Lisa chuckled, teasingly dangling the toy in Jean’s face for a moment longer before placing it back down on the bed to give her beloved some reprieve. “But I didn’t make it too large since that may hurt my adorable little pet.” She cooed with a mock frown, leaning forward to tap Jean on her nose.

When she placed the strap atop the bag, however, Lisa noticed Jean’s gaze intently following it, with her expression appearing slightly dismayed and confused at how Lisa did not immediately strap the toy onto her hips and start going at it. Succubus Jean was fascinating, she thought, still just as hesitant to express her wants as Jean usually was, but with a ravenous sort of desperation burning within her, that drove this version of Jean to be uncharacteristically bold. And Lisa was extremely eager to test the limits of Jean’s newfound boldness tonight.

“Why, little pet, can’t stop staring at what’s going to be inside of you soon?” Lisa softly laughed, grasping onto Jean’s chin and tilting her face away from the strap and towards her own. “I haven’t forgotten about the punishment I spoke of earlier, however.” She whispered into the blonde’s ear, grinning when she felt the other woman shudder a little at the sound of her voice.

“You’re really going to… punish me?” Jean asked, voice stuttering a little when made eye contact with the woman before her. “H-how…?” the blonde continued with a shaky voice, sounding like she had just mustered all of the courage could find within herself to ask that question. Wordless looking at Lisa with widened eyes and bated breath, Jean watched while her wife moved to the middle of the bed and gently patted her lap.

“Why don’t you come over and lay in my lap?” Lisa suggested, winking once more at the now endearingly flustered woman before her, who shuffled over on her knees and stared with confusion at her lap. “Lay down on your front, my little demon, and make yourself comfortable.” She gently coaxed, taking one of Jean’s hands in her own as she helped the nervous woman get settled. Running her fingertips over Jean’s toned shoulders to help her wife relax. Lisa revelled in the way her wife’s body looked so strong, yet so beautiful and soft in a way that made the mage want to protect and plant kisses all over her. Jean was simply a gorgeous sight to behold, and Lisa couldn’t help but feel incredibly warm on the inside when Jean looked up at her with an adorable, trusting expression.

“Remember how I spanked your butt once after a meeting, and that made your face go red as an apple?” Lisa teased, gently stroking her hand over the small of Jean’s back which led to the swell of her ass. “Would you like me to do it again?”

The blonde froze at the sound of her wife’s words, averting her gaze for a moment while the tips of her ears turned so red that Lisa was certain they’d be hot to the touch. Opening her mouth to speak, Jean began to stammer so badly that she gave up on trying to say anything and silently nodded instead, begging Lisa to touch her already with the pleading expression in her eyes. “Y-yes please, I like it when you touch my behind.” She bashfully whispered, as though she were afraid that other people would hear her words despite being alone together with Lisa.

“You don’t have to whisper when the only people here are you and me.” Lisa chuckled, affectionately ruffling Jean’s soft hair and causing a little whine to escape from between her wife’s lips. “I want to hear your sweet voice begging for me, loud and clear, or else I won’t be giving you what you want.” She instructed, playfully twirling the demon’s tail around the fingers of her other hand. She knew full well that she not only metaphorically, but physically had Jean wrapped around her finger and ready to do her bidding.

How ironic, Lisa thought, smirking at the way she had managed to subdue a supposedly terrifying demon so effortlessly. The overlords of the underworld would probably be quaking at the sight of this had Jean been an actual succubus, which the mischievous mage couldn’t help but think was very amusing. Untangling her fingers from her lover’s tail, Lisa raised her hand over Jean’s buttocks while leaning in close till her lips were right by her wife’s adorably reddened ear.

“The safe word is ‘dandelion’, my little pet.” She whispered calmly, smiling tenderly at Jean when the other woman looked trustingly at her and nodded. Bringing her palm down, Lisa felt it smack into her wife’s bottom, as Jean let out a little cry and grasped at the sheets with her hands. The demon’s tail had gone from its relaxed, slackened state to waving about with a sort of mild excitement despite the way Jean was now quivering in her lap, thighs shaking whilst she looked expectantly up at Lisa. The area where Lisa had smacked was starting to turn a little red, pulling at her heartstrings when she realised that she couldn’t wait to help Jean soothe the area with kisses after. Bringing her hand down once more, she relished in the way Jean yelped out loud this time, whining both due to the pain, and pleasure.

“Misbehaving little pet demons are so, very fun to spank,” Lisa spoke coolly, hardening her expression despite the way Jean’s had gotten even softer. “The sound of my little pet’s noises and whines is like music to my ears, so go on and cry out for me, my darling Jean.”

A shiver made its way down Jean’s spine. Her thighs shifted closer together, further raising her ass in the most uncharacteristic manner Lisa had ever seen of her wife. Reaching between Jean’s legs, Lisa tantalisingly ran her fingers over the other woman’s very soaked centre, gathering the fluid dripping from her pussy before bringing her wet hand over to Jean’s mouth.

“How depraved, only two spanks in and you’re already this soaked.” Lisa mused, rubbing her fingers over Jean’s lips, which the knight obediently parted and allowed for Lisa to enter without the need for any instruction. Chuckling at the sight of her ever-obedient lover licking and cleaning her own mess off her fingers without needing to be directed, Lisa couldn’t help but lean down and plant a loving little kiss atop her head.

“What a good girl you are today, little demon.” She praised, moving her hand and exploring the inside of Jean’s hot mouth with her fingers. “I think I’ll reward you with another spank, but only if you suck my fingers clean, hmm?” Lisa suggested, rubbing her other hand over the reddened spot on Jean’s ass, helping soothe it a little before she prepared Jean for another round of spanking. Before her, Jean obediently nodded even whilst Lisa’s fingers were knuckle deep in her mouth, looking docile as ever when she softly sighed and shut her eyes. The pretty sight of Jean sucking on Lisa’s fingers sparked old memories within the mage’s mind of the times when the blonde would get on her knees, and duteously take the entire length of Lisa’s strap in her mouth without any hesitation. Despite Jean’s usual shyness over doing anything lewd, Lisa could sense without being told that she seemed very fond of serving her in all manner of ways, especially when her mouth was involved, not that Jean would ever admit to that without imploding from embarrassment of course.

At this point, Jean was sprawled in Lisa’s lap, appearing to be utterly at bliss with the air of innocence she usually had when away from the prying eyes of strangers. Lisa could almost feel herself physically ache to spank Jean on her reddened bottom once more, just so she could hear the muffled squeals and adorable little cries she’d make for her. Somehow, Jean’s noises sounded extra lewd and so incredibly good to her ears tonight, which nearly drove Lisa into a frenzy and made her want to test the limits of her adorable little pet.

Moving her hand over the swell of her wife’s bottom, Lisa stopped at the juicy spot where Jean’s butt met the tops of her thighs, knowing that a hard spank in the region would certainly be felt between Jean’s legs. Withdrawing her fingers from Jean’s mouth, Lisa lovingly caressed Jean’s face whilst the blonde endearingly looked up at her, with an expression of meek anticipation in her gaze as though she were trying her very best to get Lisa to continue what she was doing without having to say anything. Lisa however, was fully aware that Jean was beyond the point where she could handle speaking in full sentences. With the way Jean’s thighs were clamped together and how her body seemed to writhe in Lisa’s lap, the mage could tell her dear demon yearned for release.

Lifting her hand a little higher than she did before, Lisa brought it down hard upon the bottom of Jean’s ass, delighting in the way her tail spasmed and quivered along with the rest of her body this time. Jean’s fingers were digging into Lisa’s thigh when she unashamedly moaned her name aloud upon being spanked, not hard enough to draw blood with her fingernails, but strong enough that Lisa could feel how intense her grip was getting. Jean was probably one of the strongest people in Mondstadt, and Lisa couldn’t wait to feel her wife’s toned arms wrapped tight around her shoulders, in the way she always did when the mage had wound her up just right but held off on giving her what she wanted.

“P-please, can you d-do more than just spank me soon?” Jean asked in a meek voice, despite the hint of desperation within it. “I-I want you… very badly,” she whispered, seeming to lean her head a little closer to Lisa’s body while the brunette simply stared back with a smug expression. Reaching over to the toy atop the bag, Lisa picked it up by the harness and brought it between Jean’s slick inner thighs, where she gently rubbed the head of the dildo up against her wife’s swollen lower lips. A sneak peek of what was to come if the little demon decided to behave well and follow all of her wife’s instructions tonight.

“Do you like how it feels?” Lisa softly asked, her velvety, soothing voice sounding like pleasure to Jean’s ears. Holding herself back from embarrassingly shivering at the tone of her wife’s voice, Jean silently nodded, before letting out a sudden little cry when Lisa pushed the very tip of the strap into her. “All of it is going to be inside you, and I’ll be able to feel the way you clench and tighten around me as I make love to you, my little adorable demon,” Lisa whispered, chuckling at the way Jean looked up with a bewildered expression.

“Remember how we talked about our favourite toy being the double-ended strap? You mentioned liking the feeling of the both of us climaxing together.” Lisa explained, stroking a finger across Jean’s chin. “You said it made you feel warm and loved on the inside like we were bonded as one entity.”

“I-I just think it’s very romantic for us to share a moment like that.” Jean bashfully explained, stammering a little while she pushed a strand of hair behind her ear. “I also like knowing that you’re having a good time while making love to me. I wouldn’t want to make you wait while you work to… g-get me off?” she tried explaining.

“Darling Jean, I only ever put effort into things I love doing and I certainly adore pleasuring you, especially since I’ll get to see the cute faces you make when you’re past the point of no return,” Lisa explained with a wink.

“O-oh, do you always have to say things like that?” Jean softly exclaimed, evidently getting flustered at the way Lisa was describing the way she’d mewl and writhe in her wife’s arms every night.

“Yes… I very much enjoy seeing your adorable reactions to being told about how beautiful you are.” Lisa teased in a soft whisper, “you’re especially beautiful with the icy moonlight in your golden hair and shining off your eyelashes, while you beg and cry out for me to take you as mine.”

“A-ah, Lisa please,” Jean spoke, averting her gaze down towards her hands which were nervously clasped before her, despite the way her tail was now arched over her back and excitedly wriggling about. Lisa couldn’t help but wonder if demons were similar to dogs in the way that their tails easily gave away how they were feeling, or whether Jean, in all of her trademark obedience and loyalty, was just like an endearing little puppy.

“Keep that tail wagging for me, my good little demon, and I’ll reward you handsomely.” She prompted, laughing under her breath at the pun she’d just made when she thought about the way Jean still looked handsome and statuesque as ever, even while she had just been begging for Lisa not to tease her. Taking great care when she helped Jean, whose limbs had already been turned to jelly out of her lap, Lisa moved into the centre of their bed and patted at the pillows, beckoning her wife over to where she lay. “Come here, my darling. Let’s test out my new invention in a comfier spot, we wouldn’t want you falling off the side of the bed, would we?”

“Oh, no. Falling off would be bad, I’d probably bruise.” Jean replied, clumsily crawling over to where Lisa was before she awkwardly sat down and looked expectantly at her.

“Is something the matter?” Lisa singsonged, waving the glowy violet toy in Jean’s face. “Don’t you want to come and get this?”

“A-ah no, I’m-, nothing’s the matter.” Jean stuttered, audibly swallowing while her lovely blue eyes tracked the movement of the toy in Lisa’s hand. The mage observed her wife going quiet for a moment, appearing as if she had a thought on her mind. Eventually, Jean looked over at the brunette and opened her mouth to speak, stammering a little before she embarrassedly cleared her throat. “I-it’s so big… I can’t believe you t-took my word.” She softly spoke, voice trailing off when Lisa made eye contact with her and smirked.

“My lovely Jean,” Lisa whispered, leaning in close to her and getting amused at the sight of how she had never witnessed Jean’s usually stern face looking so shy, and so ready to be taken. “You’ve always been so unabashedly honest, and I’ve got no reason not to take your word when you tell me about the naughty secrets you hide away in that pretty head of yours.” Holding back laughter, Lisa continued speaking while lovingly tapping on Jean’s cheek. “My, imagine what the people of Mondstadt would say if they knew about the things their very proper leader fantasised about.”

“O-oh n-no please, that would be… very unbecoming of me,” Jean said, shrinking back into the pillows a little as though she were feeling embarrassed about her private fantasies. Her devilish tail, however, was excitedly slapping into the duvet while Jean was caught up with her own self-consciousness, giving Lisa a hunch that perhaps being the keeper of her own dirty secrets was something that covertly excited Jean.

“Don’t worry my love, your secrets will always be safe with me,” Lisa reassured, reaching over to grasp Jean’s hand and lovingly squeeze it. “We can even pinky promise on it.” She cheerfully suggested, while Jean gratefully smiled back at her and intertwined her finger with Lisa’s. Slowly shifting her grasp of Jean’s hand, Lisa brought it close to her lips, where she planted an intimate little kiss on the back of it in the same proper way Jean had always done to her whenever they’d danced together at Mondstadt’s gala balls.

Jean was looking back at her astonished, as though the grandmaster never expected that Lisa would be the one sweeping her off her feet with something so chivalrous and proper. A kiss on the back of a lady’s hand had been ingrained within Jean as a symbol of courtesy first and foremost. However, it was also a symbol of respect, admiration and devotion, all things she felt strongly about Lisa. Still, the sight of Lisa being so suave despite the way they were both undressed and in bed together sent a pleasant jolt of heat running through Jean’s core.

“D-does this mean that you… admire me too?” Jean shyly asked, feeling her ears burn at the way Lisa softly smiled at her, a wordless answer to her question. With her hand being released from Jean’s grasp, the blonde watched as her wife pressed two of her fingers up against her lips before bringing them over to Jean’s own.

“You’ll always be my favourite person in the world, my beloved Jean.” Lisa crooned, sliding her thumb up along Jean’s cheek while she pressed her fingers against Jean’s soft lower lip. Balancing on her knees atop the mattress, Lisa knelt over Jean’s lap and held her beloved’s face in her hands, pressing her lips up against her wife’s as she lowered Jean onto the pillows behind her. She heard Jean sigh softly into the kiss, laying comfortably on her back while her lips hungered for Lisa’s, and her hands daringly explored Lisa’s back instead of nervously gripping onto the sheets the way she usually did in erotic situations like these.

“Hm, how brave of you, my knight,” Lisa whispered, breaking away when she felt one of Jean’s hands tentatively slip down towards the small of her back and hold her at the dip of her waist. “I didn’t say you could touch me there, but did you like what you felt?”

“O-oh, I-I’m sorry.” Jean shyly replied from beneath Lisa with a soft but breathy sounding voice as she pulled her hands away immediately. This was so unlike the confident persona she often used while on the job, which amused the mage greatly. “I-I just, like feeling the part of your body where your waist gets small…” she confessed, appearing to have been embarrassed at herself for even thinking thoughts like these.

“Oh? Well, I like touching you, and feeling you up too.” Lisa chuckled, sliding a hand along the underside of Jean’s breasts, before lightly pinching one of her nipples between her fingers, inciting a little surprised squeal from the woman beneath her. “Does this feel as nice as running your naughty hands all over me?”

“Y-yes it does… A-ah” Jean squealed once more, when Lisa pinched her now sensitive nipple harder this time, sending sparks shooting through her body when she felt the inexplicable need for Lisa to do more than just some pinching to her. Ironically, Lisa’s very presence was doing things to Jean that she did not know how to articulate or explain, almost as though the mage was the one who had picked up succubi powers this evening. Plucking up a sudden surge of courage when she realised that she could barely hold herself back any longer, Jean tried to roll her hips subtly up against Lisa’s thigh which was conveniently placed between her legs, almost as if Lisa wanted this to happen.

“Archons, you certainly are desperate for me tonight,” Lisa remarked upon hearing Jean’s soft pants and the sensation of warm wetness against her skin. “Hm, I suppose now would be the right time to test my new invention out.” She continued, as Jean’s eyes widened and she nodded with a hint of bashful eagerness, cheeks reddening despite the way she couldn’t seem to look away from Lisa’s hands when she picked the toy up and fiddled with the harness. Lisa however, smirked knowingly at Jean before she slowly stuck a finger out and motioned for the blonde to raise her hips off the bed.

“Come on up, lift your pretty bottom off the bed.” She whispered at the bewildered woman before her. “Don’t look so surprised my love. Wouldn’t you like to know how it feels to be inside of me? Besides, I’ve decided that having you wait your turn is a fitting punishment for a misbehaving little pet.” Lisa added, almost laughing out loud in amusement at how Jean looked like she wanted to hide her face behind her hands at the mention of being inside of Lisa. “I’m aware of how sensitive you can be, so this will be a test to see how long you can hold out whilst I ride your strap.”

“W-will you punish me if I don’t manage to hold out for v-very long?” Jean meekly asked from beneath her, in a voice that sounded almost afraid, but gave Lisa an inkling that perhaps, Jean was looking forward to something more than just their usual strap related activities. “I a-am very sensitive, yes. But that’s because you always… know how to touch me right…?” the knight tried her utmost best to explain, shrugging her shoulders and looking a little unsure with how she should explain herself.

Sometimes, Lisa wasn’t certain how someone as dignified and proper as Jean could appear so adorable when they were alone together in private, so much that she would always without fail, feel her heartstrings being tugged at the sight of her endearing wife. Lisa however, wasn’t one to complain about being the only person who got to witness this side of her wife, and the anticipation of watching Jean lose her mind beneath her set of a metaphorical lightbulb within Lisa’s head.

“Hmm, I think I’ve got just the idea to show a misbehaving demon how to behave nicely,” Lisa spoke, letting the sultry words slip off her tongue while Jean seemed to shudder deliciously beneath her. Reaching over to the nightstand by their bed, Lisa pulled the bottommost drawer open and retrieved a collar and leash, both items deep purple coloured with the intent to mark the wearer as property of the grand mage. A little rose-shaped charm dangled from the collar as well, reflecting the light from the lamps in the bedroom as its shine caught Jean’s eye and caused her to let out a little flustered choke.

“Do you like the new addition to your collar?” Lisa inquired, “that’s how everyone will know that you’re my little pet demon.” She teased, leaning close to the blonde and deliberately pushing her chest into her wife’s face when she buckled the collar around her neck. Lisa could feel her wife’s hot breath hitting her skin as she gasped a little at the sight of her breasts being so close to her face. Jean couldn’t have appeared more flustered than she did right now, with her knuckles white as the duvet she was gripping, and her shoulders shaking with each deep breath she took. Wrapping the leash around her hand for a better grip on it, Lisa proudly admired her handiwork; Jean propped up on the pillows with the collar snug around her neck, reddened cheeks, and the crackling, purple strap attached to a matching harness around her hips.

“There, now that my little pet has been nicely leashed up, I can begin to play with you,” Lisa whispered, lowering her mouth towards Jean’s chest where she pressed her lips into sensitive spots, inciting a satisfied sounding moan from the blonde. Lisa could feel every tremble or shudder that wracked its way through Jean’s body beneath her as she bit down upon the skin of her wife’s collarbone; not hard enough to draw blood, but just enough to leave a bruise Jean that wouldn’t be able to hide beneath her work clothes.

“C-can you leave m-more marks…? Please?” Jean asked in a soft, pleading tone, looking up at Lisa with large, shining blue eyes. “Please… I j-just think it feels nice to know that I’m marked up as y-yours?”

“Oh, you naughty, naughty little demon.” Lisa chuckled, lightly spanking the side of Jean’s bottom in amusement at how unashamed she was being tonight. The odds of Jean voluntarily taking a day off from work were certainly much higher than the chances of her pleading to be marked up in ways that would leave all of Mondstadt privy to the things she did in private with Lisa. But who was Lisa to reject such a delicious, and scandalous request from her wife?

“D-don’t worry, I-I’ll wear my other blouse to work so no one else will know… I-I just want to be yours tonight… i-is that okay?” Jean continued explaining, whilst Lisa recalled a distant memory of the time Jean went clothes shopping by herself and returned with the most proper, and not to mention handsomely formal suit Lisa had ever laid eyes on. Knowing that her fashion clueless beloved had thought an outfit like that was suitable for daily work wear simply made Lisa want to laugh and hug her adorable wife for being so endearing sometimes.

“I would mark you up every night if that meant I’d get to see you in your handsome suit.” Lisa teased with a wink and a merry little laugh. “then pin you up against the bookcase in your office the next day and undo all the buttons on your blouse to admire my work.” She whispered in Jean’s ear, satisfied at the way the blonde audibly swallowed and started looking away at the ceiling behind her, unable to meet her piercing gaze. “I’d have you on your knees with my new toy in your mouth too. It certainly is a beautiful sight to have someone as handsome and regal as you are, doing your best to serve me with your sweet mouth.”

“L-Lisa, please… Th-the more you say it like that… the more I ache down there.” Jean begged with a hint of urgency in her voice, even with the way her cheeks and neck flushed red upon making known how badly she wanted Lisa to just do something to her already.

“Patience, my good little pet.” Lisa crooned, lovingly caressing Jean’s cheek and teasingly rolling her hips while rubbing herself up against the shaft of the toy. The electro energy pulsing within it made its surface mildly warm to the touch, and felt slightly tingly against the sensitive spots between Lisa’s legs, which she was certain were just as soaked as Jean’s had been after their spanking session.

Lowering her mouth to Jean’s breasts, Lisa drew circles with her tongue around one nipple, feeling it slowly begin to tighten and get hard before her in response to her touch. Meek little moans escaped Jean’s lips as she tensed beneath Lisa. She gripped onto her shoulder with one hand, while the other was placed over Lisa’s own when the mage toyed with Jean’s other breast as if Jean herself was trying to guide Lisa to where she wanted to be touched. As Jean rolled her hips with greater intensity, Lisa began to feel a pool of heat building up between her legs. She felt Jean’s thighs clamp around her sides whilst the woman beneath her experimentally thrusted her hips upwards to meet Lisa’s.

“Ah, where did you learn that from?” Lisa asked, feeling pleased with herself at the sight of Jean reacting so intensely to her touch and the tingly sensations of the strap heightening her pleasure, which meant that her invention was a successful one.

“Oh, uh… I-I learnt it from you.” Jean replied, sounding rather matter of fact even whilst she panted and moaned a little every time Lisa’s hips met hers and they ground against one another. However, the sight of Lisa fluidly rolling her body and letting out very sensual sounding noises was the thing that started to make Jean feel like she couldn’t handle waiting any longer. She could feel her body start to heat up and the unmistakable sensation of a second heartbeat throbbing away between her legs, and yet Lisa’s still obviously wasn’t done toying with her nipples.

“I should make a potion someday that gives you puppy ears, and then wind you up till your ears flop over the way a dog’s do when they are being asked to beg.” Lisa chuckled upon seeing the pining expression Jean wore. “Why the long face hm? Do you want to put your strap in me already?” she asked with a mischievous tone, causing Jean to blush across her cheeks and ears almost instantaneously in response. The blonde nodded silently upon hearing what Lisa just said, with her lips slightly parted but too flustered to be able to form words at this moment. Lisa simply couldn’t help but smile adoringly at the sight of Jean already on the brink of losing her mind before her very eyes while she shifted her hips, slowly lowering herself onto the tip of the strap as she adjusted to taking in its rather large size.

Beneath the mage, Jean nearly moaned aloud at the sensation of Lisa sinking onto her strap. She couldn’t fathom how her wife had created a toy that could transmit sensation to its wearer via electro energy, but the base of the strap was punishing Jean’s clit with all manner of vibrations and tingly sensations every time Lisa moved on it, which felt almost otherworldly to the rather inexperienced woman.

“Tell me if it feels too much for you, then I’ll take things a little slower,” Lisa spoke in a breathy voice, feeling the strong pulses of electro energy hitting sensitive areas inside of her, adding fuel to the already burning fire within her body. Lisa had never used a toy like this one before, and the manner in which it was heightening her pleasure felt so addictive that she had to refrain from roughly fucking herself on it, lest it got too much for her more inexperienced and sensitive lover.

“Go harder, p-please!” Jean moaned aloud, clumsily thrusting her hips upwards into Lisa’s as she was rewarded with jolts of pleasure that increased in tandem with the pace of her movements. Lisa however, lowered her head once more towards Jean’s chest and started sucking on one of her breasts, where she flicked the sensitive nipple with her tongue and pleasured Jean with her lips. Realising that her wife had followed her instructions that she blurted out in her lust clouded haze, Jean’s mind was solidly brought back to earth by the way each bounce from Lisa sent a shockwave of pleasure racing up her spine, coupled with the earth-shattering sensations from Lisa’s skilful lips.

Moving her hands down towards Lisa’s hips, Jean wrapped her arms around the small of her wife’s back, uncertain about where the best spot she should hold onto to help leverage them both was located at. Desperate to release the tension in her body that Lisa had been gleefully edging ever since she had stepped into the bath earlier, Jean barely noticed the way her tail had wrapped itself halfway around Lisa’s waist while Jean herself let out a shameless moan each time she rolled her hips against the base of the toy.

“Here, like this. Hold onto my hips and you’ll be able to go deeper.” Lisa gently instructed in a motherly tone that instantly made Jean almost want to cling to her and whine her name louder. A sense of comforting warmth flooded through Jean and tugged dearly at her heart when Lisa took a hold of her hands and guided them to be placed at her hips, all whilst looking at her with the kindest and most lovely smile ever. With Lisa’s guidance, Jean felt safe and loved, despite all of her inexperience and cluelessness when it came to dealing with anything too lewd. And at that moment, Jean had never felt more grateful and thankful towards Lisa for always being so gentle with her.

“Why are you staring at me like that, you look like you’re about to burst into tears.” Lisa chuckled, “I can go slower if you’d like.” She suggested, softly caressing Jean on the cheek while she slowed the pace of her hips to a rolling rhythm.

“I-I, ahh, I love you,” Jean whispered, in a pitch higher than her usual tone while she nuzzled and leaned into Lisa’s touch. “I love you, so much…” she whispered once more, almost in a whine when Lisa pushed the entire length of the strap into herself and leaned forward to meet Jean’s lips in a deep, passionate kiss.

“I love you too, my dearest Jean. And I’ll never stop loving you.” Lisa reassured, cupping Jean’s face for a tender moment, before moving her hands to rest on the knight’s shoulders. “Haah… I love your gorgeous eyes, the way your hair comes undone… and the adorable noises you make when you’re getting ridden by me.” Lisa praised, endearingly tapping Jean on the nose before picking up the pace of her hips once more.

Jean had never experienced what having her beloved on top of her felt like. But her thoughts about this erotic new experience were quickly dissipated when Lisa started to lift herself nearly off the entire length of the strap, before sinking her hips so low on it that her body was pressed up against Jean. Lisa’s soft, honey-brown hair tickled Jean on the face as she leant over her smelt strongly of roses, flooding the knight’s senses with the comforting scent of her beloved. At this moment, Jean deeply yearned to be held by Lisa in her safe embrace while she was comforted by her familiar presence and lovingly pleasured by each bounce of Lisa’s hips. Holding Lisa tight in her hands, Jean marvelled at how soft her wife’s skin felt beneath her fingers as she writhed, shivered and shook beneath Lisa while crying out into the silent night for her beloved.

“P-please, ha-ah… g-go harder. I’m getting quite close… a-are you?” Jean whined, panting from her arousal and the slight exertion of her inexperienced thrusting. Lisa could tell that her beloved clearly had not the slightest idea on how to move while wearing a strap, and was simply being taken along for a ride by the mage’s skilled moves.

“Oh, I’m halfway close, but I’m not done playing with you just yet,” Lisa whispered, leaning over Jean and smiling as she lovingly held her face for a moment. Lowering herself fully onto the length of the strap, the mage grinded on it and sensually moaned aloud, allowing herself to continue enjoying all the fascinating new sensations it had to offer, while the movement of her hips was no doubt continuing to push Jean closer to her peak. Lisa however, slowed the rolling of her hips down to a crawl, causing Jean to look back at her in a surprised sort of silence before whining softly and frowning in an almost pitiful manner when she realised that Lisa wasn’t about to let her climax just yet.

Lifting herself off Jean’s length, Lisa quickly undid the harness of the toy despite the sight of Jean’s pouty frown tugging at her heartstrings, almost tempting her to give in so she could witness the sight of her wife blissfully falling apart beneath her.

“Good things are always worth waiting for, my dearest Jean.” Lisa chided, waving a finger teasingly at her wife, whose disappointed expression quickly morphed into something akin to bashfulness upon seeing the mischievous smirk Lisa had on her face. With the harness now away from Jean’s hips, Lisa had to hold herself back from touching or teasing her wife thanks to the sight of her slick inner thighs. She could also certainly feel herself starting to drip down the inside of her thighs when she heard Jean softly begging to be touched again.

“Maybe I’ll let you climax if you show me that you’re a good little demon who knows how to use her mouth well.” Lisa started saying while she secured the fancy harness around her hips, one hand stroking down the length of the already soaked strap while she showed it off to Jean. “Would you like to taste me as you serve me with your mouth, little pet?”

Before her, Jean nodded meekly in response, though she appeared eager when Lisa sat back amongst the pillows with a relaxed sigh and affectionately pulled the blonde next to her into her lap. Jean simply couldn’t help but feel very tempted to just nuzzle into Lisa’s soft thighs and comfortably fall asleep there with her wife massaging her scalp and playing with her hair. The sight, however, of Lisa’s length nestled between her thighs, waiting to enter her mouth kept the fire burning with Jean as she bashfully eyed the length of the toy and wondered if it could even fit. She could definitely feel her cheeks start to burn hot again though when Lisa gently wound her fingers into her hair and held it in a makeshift ponytail.

“Hmm, I may have forgotten to take your hair ribbon with me into the bedroom, so I’ll help hold your hair up and out of your face, my dear.” Lisa apologised and reassured, before pausing and making a show of winding the leash attached to Jean’s collar around her other hand, all while grinning cheekily at the woman before her. “Come on, be a good girl for me now, my darling Jean.”

The sensation of Lisa’s hand lightly pushing against the back of Jean’s own head made her feel as though everything between her legs was melting into a very hot and wet mess. Jean badly wanted to please her wife and pleasure her with her mouth, just so she’d be able to hear Lisa warmly and lovingly praising her after. Jean herself wasn’t exactly certain why she often bashfully fantasised about being on her knees for Lisa, but the thought of having her mouth fucked as though she were the town harlot on a mission to serve the grand mage immediately sent all coherent thought flying out of her head.

Sticking the tip of her tongue out of her mouth, Jean experimentally licked the head of the strap and sucked on it with her lips. She watched Lisa with large, pleading eyes in the meantime, feeling very warmly loved at the thought of knowing that her wife liked seeing her look up while she had her cock in her mouth. Jean, however, also wanted to watch her beloved react to the sensation of the strap being in her mouth after having had an earth-shattering experience with it earlier. She figured that the vibrations at the base increased per the pace and pressure applied on the toy’s shaft, and so Jean squeezed her lips around it and tried to let Lisa fuck her mouth as best as she could.

“Ahh, I love seeing you on your knees with my cock in your mouth.” Lisa praised in a breathy voice, tugging lightly on Jean’s collar as her own piercing gaze met her wife’s bashful, and very affectionate one. “Who could’ve known that our rigorous, acting grandmaster knew how to do lewd things with her mouth that would make a lady’s legs weak.” Lisa sensually moaned, her fingers gripping Jean’s hair when she felt the base of the strap vibrate at such an intensity that nearly made her curl her toes and cry out. Breathing hard and laying back on the pillows, Lisa reached towards the crown of Jean’s head while the blonde started to bob her head along Lisa’s length, and gently stroked one of her horns.

“Mmph!” Jean moaned, her voice muffled from the way her mouth was filled. She, however, stared up at Lisa in surprise, or perhaps mild confusion before giving her a puppy-eyed look, as if she wanted to be touched on her horns once more.

“Did you like that, little pet?” Lisa asked in a soft, amused tone, amazed upon her discovery of a new erogenous zone on her wife’s body. Before her, Jean eagerly nodded as best as she could with a strap in her mouth, letting out an adorable sigh and leaning into Lisa’s touch when she felt her wife’s fingers running through her hair, gently ruffling it while she stroked the horns atop Jean’s head once again. Each touch upon her horns felt like a jolt of pleasure coursing through Jean’s entire body, stirring up feelings deep within her core that made her want to place her own hands between her legs and touch herself already so she could experience more pleasure all at once.

“Touch me with your hands too, so I’ll know that you’re not playing with yourself when I’m looking away,” Lisa instructed with a tug on the leash upon noticing Jean’s hand slipping down towards her own lower body, while Jean simply froze before her and blushed, embarrassed that she had gotten caught being sneaky. Determined to be a good girl for her wife this time, however, Jean slipped a hand between Lisa’s legs and stroked her fingertips along her soaked slit, gathering fluids she was extremely tempted to taste on her digits while she gradually slipped a finger into her wife.

“Haah, you’re doing so well my love. Your mouth and fingers feel amazing.” Lisa moaned, lovingly praising her while rubbing her fingertips over Jean’s sensitive horns. Knowing that Lisa was feeling pleased and enjoying the sensation of being in her mouth, however, was enough to set Jean so harshly alight between her thighs that the blondie had no choice but to squeeze them together to satiate herself for a little longer. Jean could feel her own fluids dripping down the side of her leg and complete emptiness in her mind save for erotic thoughts about being taken like a dirty whore by Lisa. Running her tongue along the underside of Lisa’s cock while she bobbed her head along its length, Jean reached around Lisa’s hip with her other hand and gently squished her butt cheek, squeezing her eyes shut while dutifully taking Lisa’s entire length down her throat.

Rolling her head back against the soft pillows, Lisa bit down on her own fingers and moaned unashamedly, feeling the vibrations from the strap increase with a sharp jolt when Jean started to pleasure her with her tongue. The mage was nearly pulling on her wife’s hair by this point in time, feeling very deliriously pleased with herself for creating such a groundbreaking new invention. However, the sight of Jean’s lips being pressed up against the base of the strap whilst she looked up at her those beautiful eyes of hers as if Jean were trying to ask whether she had done a good job of pleasing Lisa, simply added more fuel to Lisa’s fire which was already starting to burn out of control.

“Ahhh, Jean… how does someone as upstanding and virtuous as you have such a dirty mouth?” Lisa praised, laying back on the pillows and panting a little whilst Jean beamed adorably back at the mage with her eyes. “You did a great job, my little pet, and I think it’s time I rewarded you handsomely,” Lisa said with a satisfied expression, relaxing her grip on the leash and allowing Jean to release her cock from her mouth.

Before her, Jean sat up in bed, clearing her throat while wiping spit off her lips with the back of her hand before she bashfully stared at the finger that had just been in her wife, and licked her lips.

“Would you like to taste me, little pet?” Lisa chuckled, reaching forward to grasp Jean’s wrist and bringing her soaked finger close to her lips. “Come on, open wide.” The mage coaxed, while Jean wordlessly parted her lips and tentatively licked the tip of her finger before sticking it into her mouth and tasting her love’s arousal.

“I-I don’t know why but… you always taste so good. Or… maybe I like the way you taste because I-I love you…?” Jean stammered, looking back at her wife with an innocent gaze despite the state she was currently in, her lips swollen from sucking on the dildo and her hair out of its usual neat ponytail, tousled from the way Lisa had just been pulling on it. The sight of her beloved before her, appearing so adorably guileless, yet so naked and delectably fucked out made Lisa want to immediately pounce onto Jean and pin her down into the pillows to mercilessly tease her once more. However, a part of her also saw Jean as an adorable, golden retriever puppy who was eager to please as ever, which made her want to scoop Jean up into her arms and give her a soft kiss on the lips.

“Aww, my beloved knight, you always know how to flatter a lady with that sweet mouth of yours.” Lisa praised, caressing Jean’s lower lip with her thumb, before leaning in for a slow, yet passionate kiss. Lisa could taste a hint of her own desire on Jean’s lips, and the thought of her wife having just taken a strap soaked with her own fluids down her throat was driving her arousal through the roof. Running her hand over Jean’s toned stomach, Lisa slipped it over the tantalising dips near her hip bones which she longed to lick at, before moving between her wife’s legs where she naughtily pinched at Jean’s soaked lower lips, inciting a little surprised gasp out of the other woman.

“My, you’ve made an utter mess out of yourself, little pet,” Lisa remarked, withdrawing her sticky fingers and holding them up in front of a now utterly embarrassed Jean, who was stuttering and turning so red in the face that Lisa wouldn’t be surprised if steam started coming out of her wife’s ears. “I think you ought to be taught a lesson for making such a mess, you naughty little demon.” The mage whispered into Jean’s ear whilst tugging swiftly on her leash, hard enough that Jean gasped and began stuttering out an apology.

“I-I’m sorry, ah, I didn’t know that I had made a mess… a-and I don’t know h-how to stop myself from making a mess either.” She begged in an apologetic tone, even whilst Lisa caught sight of her hands gripping onto the sheets beneath her, which if anything, served as an indicator that Jean was perhaps secretly enjoying the feeling of being turned into a mess.

“Hmm, since you can’t resist my touch. How would you like to be touched and played with till you messily pass out in bed?” Lisa suggested, grinning when she felt Jean’s shoulders deliciously shake while a shiver raced up her spine. “Don’t worry, I’ll help you clean up when we’re both awake again. A lovely bath in the morning with you will be a great way to start our day, then we can make lunch together.” The mage reassured, leaning forward and patting Jean softly on the cheek, while the woman before her silently nodded with a little, happy smile and looked back at Lisa with affectionate in her eyes.

“Here, lay down and make yourself comfy,” Lisa suggested, tapping the spot by her on the bed and prompting Jean to obediently lay down next to her wife before the blondie turned to look at her once more, this time with a curious and expectant expression. Her baby blue gaze followed Lisa’s every move while the mage rolled over and got on top of Jean, mischievously leaning over her and enjoying the sight of her wife sprawled beneath her, looking lovely and adorable as ever.

“What a cute little plaything you are.” Lisa marvelled, twisting a lock of Jean’s golden hair around her finger, “Gazing at you certainly makes me feel like the luckiest woman on earth.” She remarked, watching while Jean’s expression beneath her softened and she started looking like a puppy on the verge of bursting into tears of joy.

“T-thank you, Lisa. Knowing that you love and care for me… makes me feel very lucky too.” Jean softly spoke, blushing intensely when she reached for Lisa’s hand and held tightly onto her wife as though she were clinging onto a lifeline.

Leaning over Jean to kiss her at the sensitive spot beneath her jaw when Lisa could no longer resist gazing at her beloved’s affectionate expression, the mage sighed and inhaled the scent of dandelions which clung to her lover’s hair. Jean smelled refreshing as always. Lisa could never deny that one of her favourite things to do was hold Jean while she fell asleep so she could drift off into her dreams with the comforting scent of her beloved. The invigorating smell, however, was also making Lisa want to do extremely dirty things to her, things that would leave the both of them blushing to the tips of their ears when they woke up the next morning and talked about what they had done the night before. Lisa especially loved seeing Jean giggle like an embarrassed schoolgirl whenever she had awoken in the mage’s arms after a wild night, and bashfully chatted with Lisa about how deeply she had slept after such an exhausting evening.

In the meantime, Lisa could already feel her wife audaciously wrapping her legs around her hips, seemingly trying to coax Lisa herself into making love to her in an almost uncharacteristically impatient manner. Jean’s strong thighs were clamped so tightly around her hips that she could barely move, and the little whines she was making every time Lisa pressed her lips up against a particularly sensitive spot were growing louder by the minute, so much that the mage was contemplating shutting the bedroom window to save Jean the embarrassment of potentially having to deal with noise complaints being sent to her office.

“Hmm, perhaps I should start working on a soundproofing spell with how loud you’ve been tonight. Who knew such an adorable little demon could be so loud.” Lisa teased, chuckling at the way Jean’s face reddened. “Don’t worry my love, I’ll shut the window for now so you can be as loud as you’d like to. I certainly do love listening to your sweet voice calling out for me.” She added with a wink, reaching up to latch the windows above the headboard of their bed, before beaming at Jean with laughter in her eyes.

“Uhm, w-well, I’m not aware of how loud I can be sometimes…” Jean quietly explained, bashfully averting her gaze before speaking again. “B-but… somehow, being loud when you’re touching me makes me feel… hotter on the inside. And the hot feeling feels very nice.” She softly whispered, as though she were confiding in Lisa about a dirty little secret of hers. “I t-think I like doing naughty things for you...”

Just the knowledge of knowing Jean trusted her enough to share these secrets that she without a doubt had kept to herself for a very long time, made Lisa feel as though her heart were about to pop from love. There was her wife laying beneath her, looking extremely vulnerable and soft while she looked back up at Lisa and mouthed the word ‘please’ once more, begging to have things done to her that would make her quiver in her seat during the daytime and hide her face behind her gloved hands.

“My love, you’ve got to give a lady some room to move if you’d like to be taken like a dirty whore tonight,” Lisa said to her wife with a little laugh, running her hands across Jean’s thighs and marvelling at how toned they felt beneath her palms. An odd thumping sound caught her attention, however, and Lisa caught sight of Jean’s tail restlessly wagging about, slapping into the mattress energetically before Jean herself noticed what her new appendage was up to and tried to hastily hold down once more.

“A-ah, I’m sorry if my tail misbehaves. As you can see, I haven’t learnt how to control it very well…” Jean hurriedly explained, stroking the end of her tail to help calm it before laughing nervously. “I-I hope it doesn’t wag about when you put your strap in me… It might, but I’ll try to hold it in place.” Jean promised, sounding oddly serious for a bedroom setting with so much sexual tension in the air.

“Oh, already thinking about my strap being inside of you?” Lisa laughed, reaching between Jean’s legs to run her fingers over her swollen lower lips, causing the other woman to whimper and tense up when Lisa lightly brushed over her clit. “Tell me, how badly do you want me in you?” The mage mischievously asked, with her hand now gently guiding the tip of the strap into Jean.

“V-very badly… Y-yes, I-I want to feel you in me, please.” Jean moaned, her thighs tensing and quivering when she felt the toy tingle at her sensitive opening, where she had been yearning for Lisa’s touch all night. There were certainly times when Jean had found herself missing the feeling of Lisa’s fingers or strap being in her, so much that she had ever contemplated putting her fingers into herself to help satiate her needs. Gasping and fisting the bedsheets now, Jean couldn’t believe how full she felt, and the way the sensation of being semi filled by Lisa’s cock left her feeling so satisfied that she could barely feel her conscious mind anymore.

“Ha-ah, p-please put it all in me.” Jean moaned, her voice cracking a little when she felt the tingly surface of the toy rubbing against sensitive spots deep within her. The tension within her body earlier when Lisa had gotten on top and ridden her was starting to return with a vengeance, haven’t truly gone away but instead, been simmering below the surface while Lisa had been gleefully toying with Jean all this time. Reaching up to wrap her arms around her wife, Jean clung to her beloved while she felt Lisa’s hands firmly holding onto her hips, keeping her in place while she pumped the strap deeper into her.

“Ahh look, your tail’s trying to wrap itself around my arm again.” Lisa commented, “Don’t pull it away this time. I think it’s very adorable to watch every part of you clinging to me.” She added when Jean had squeaked in embarrassment and tried pulling her tail off Lisa. Reaching up towards Jean’s head, Lisa began stroking one of her horns whilst she started rolling her hips into Jean’s, grinding up against the base of the toy and feeling heat rush to her already swollen and sensitive clit. Before her, Jean whimpered with each brush of Lisa’s fingers over her horns, feeling her entire body start to tingle as though she had just been zapped by Lisa in the same manner the mage would use to deal with drunkards during city festivals. Jean, being the responsible acting grandmaster, would always try to talk her wife out of zapping too many people since escorting them home would be a better, and more kindly option. But she couldn’t deny that watching Lisa zap people till they begged for mercy sometimes made her want to squeeze her thighs together, while her insides pleasantly ached with a sort of unexplainable warmth. However, she could never quite muster up the courage to ask to be zapped.

Burying half her face into the soft pillows she was laying on, Jean softly moaned Lisa’s name aloud, revelling in the knowledge that the only eyes and ears on her were her wife’s. In her hazy state of mind, she could feel her wife’s hands move from her oversensitive horns to her breasts once more, delightfully squeezing her nipples and making Jean shake every time the strap’s base was pressed up against her own clit, where she could feel a hint of the vibrations coming from it. Rolling onto her back, Jean tried to open her legs as wide as possible, wanting to simultaneously feel Lisa’s entire length inside of her, and pleasure her wife with her pussy as best as she could.

“Hm, is my naughty pet trying to tell me to go harder?” Lisa asked upon seeing Jean thirstily spreading her legs in what was possibly the lewdest show she had ever put on for her wife. Picking up the leash, Lisa wound it around her hand once more and tugged on it hard, amused at the way Jean moaned breathily this time instead of making one of her adorably awkward squeaking noises. “If you want me to go harder, you’re going to have to beg for it,” Lisa instructed, a glint in her sharp gaze as she lovingly stroked Jean's jaw with her free hand.

“C-can I tell you a s-secret before I beg?” Jean asked, sounding slightly out of breath from the way she was breathing so hard. “I-I’ve sometimes thought about you zapping me while I beg for mercy…” the blonde confessed, blushing so furiously that her neck and chest were turning red. “B-but I try not to think about it too much b-because it distracts me from my work and I get nothing done.”

“Jean my beloved, I’ll give you full permission to visit me in the library whenever you want to. After all, the restricted section isn’t just there solely for storing reference materials.” Lisa cheekily quipped, now tracing her fingers along the sensitive inside of Jean’s thighs and letting them zap lightly against her wife’s skin while her thighs steadily slapped against Jean’s butt. “How does this feel, being zapped while I fill you with my cock?”

“Ahhh… m-more, please… I-I want to be yours tonight. A-all of me is yours…” Jean whimpered, quivering hard under Lisa’s touch, trying to keep her legs open despite the way she yearned to wrap them around Lisa and hold her close. “Make l-love to me till you can’t anymore, I-I just want to know that I’ve made you feel pleased.” She pleaded, looking up with an innocent, puppy-like gaze despite her fucked out expression and the sheen of sweat on her skin, leaving pieces of her bangs stuck to her face.

“Simply having you by my side is enough to make me feel pleased. You don’t have to do anything more for me, my love.” Lisa reassured, hearing her voice start to falter when she could sense the distinct feeling of an ever-increasing tension deep within her body. Slowing the pace of her hips a little so the vibrations from the base of the toy wouldn’t push her over the edge just yet, Lisa leant over Jean and traced her fingertips around one of her nipples, lightly shocking the sensitive skin around the hardened nub while Jean rolled her head back on the pillows and shut her eyes, her fingers coming down to hold Lisa’s in place over her breast.

“Did I say you could restrain my wrist like that?” Lisa teased upon catching sight of the way Jean’s fingers were nearly death gripping her forearm. The knight’s knuckles were rapidly turning white before she sputtered in embarrassment at Lisa’s dangerously mischievous tone and opted to tightly ball her fists instead, digging them into the pillows by the side of her head. Lisa couldn’t help but cheekily grin at the adorable sight of her beloved, before she raised her hand in front of Jean’s face and let lightning freely spark off all five of her fingertips when her wife opened her eyes, causing the other woman to immediately take notice of the grand mage’s incredible display of power.

“Where would you like to be shocked next, my lovely Jean?” Lisa asked in a low whisper, bringing her face closer to her wife so she could stare her down, whilst the blondie stuttered and stammered before her in a panic, her face turning crimson as her nervous gaze darted about. “Don’t worry, I’ll be sure to play nice.” She reassured with a wink, flicking her wrist lightly once and dissipating the lightning from her hand so she could gently brush a stray lock of hair out of Jean’s eyes.

“C-could you please touch me… on my horns?” Jean begged with her voice almost sounding like a whine. “I-I like it very much when you touch me there… I-” she tried explaining, only to have her sentence cut short when Lisa smirked and almost immediately began running the pad of her thumb gently over a horn. Beneath her, Jean squealed at the sudden, electrifying sensation, involuntarily tensing her body and squeezing Lisa’s hips between her shaking thighs every time the mage stroked her fingers over this fascinating erogenous zone on her little demon plaything.

“P-please don’t stop shocking me, this is getting me close again s-so… ah-ah, please!” Jean cried out, trembling while she looked back at her wife with an almost hazy, blank look in her usually sharp eyes.

Seeing Jean still being able to form semi-coherent sentences while already at the point of arching her body off the bed, and moaning so loud that Lisa was certain passers-by on the street could hear them was certainly rare. But being the mischievous person that Lisa was, she almost couldn’t help but want to see her beloved get made love to so hard that little cries and whines were the only sounds she’d be able to make. Firmly gripping onto the side of Jean’s thigh with her free hand, Lisa rolled her hips till her muscles were beginning to tire, grinding her clit against the base of the toy and feeding her arousal as she felt Jean shudder each time her fingers relentlessly zapped against her horns. Jean’s legs were now clamped tightly around Lisa’s hips, with the heels of her feet almost digging into the small of Lisa’s back, as though Jean were trying to hold her wife in place and get herself off on Lisa’s cock.

“Tell me, pretty little pet, how badly do you want to cum?” Lisa asked, panting softly and feeling her thigh muscles start to ache. The ravenous animal in her, however, wasn’t yet anywhere close to being satiated, and neither was Jean from the way she was letting out high pitched and lewd cries without a care in the world. This time, the knight did not give Lisa a coherent reply and simply nodded at her, with her eyes half-lidded and her brows furrowed over them, while her rosy lips hung slightly open as she muttered Lisa’s name.

Gasping, Lisa’s thrusts were starting to get erratic as she felt herself approaching the point of no return. Moving to squeeze one of Jean’s breasts hard for a final time, the mage electrified her fingertips, filling the air between their bodies with the mild scent of ozone and zapping them over Jean’s abdomen. This incited loud whines from Jean whilst Lisa tantalisingly dragged her sparking fingertips over the soft hair on Jean’s pubic mound and stopped at the hood of her swollen clit. There, she brushed over the little nub that was peeking out of Jean’s folds with her fingertips and began stroking at it till Jean herself was starting to thrust her hips upward, grinding against Lisa’s fingers and cock for all she was worth.

“Haah, I love you so, so much, my Jean. I want to hold you in my arms and feel you shake as you cum for me. So, come on, cum for me, will you?” Lisa gasped, panting as she tried to hold off her orgasm before she felt the inevitable, earth-shattering wave crashing upon her.

Crying out, the mage slammed her hips against Jean’s and buried the strap deep inside of her. She could feel her hips shake so hard and out of control that her body almost went limp on its own will, while Jean’s muscles clamped down on the strap with such force that Lisa was unable to thrust into her at times. Somehow, Lisa’s face had ended up in the crook of Jean’s neck when she collapsed over her wife. There, she gasped and moaned her beloved’s name aloud into her ear, her hips shaking in an uneven rhythm while she grinded the strap erratically into Jean, unable to stop herself from moving as she rode out the high of her orgasm.

Beneath her, Lisa could hear Jean almost scream her name when her body tensed up before her sweet voice turned into a series of erotic mewls and whines while she rolled her head back and forth in the pillow. Her strong thighs convulsed and squeezed around Lisa’s body as she dug her fingers into the back of the mage’s shoulder, dragging her fingernails over Lisa whenever she was hit by a blinding wave of pleasure. Somehow, the stinging pain of being scratched up was melting into the intense high Lisa was experiencing, so much that she barely paid any attention to what Jean was doing to her back. Instead, she focused on the feeling of Jean arching her body up several times before sinking back into the bed, relentlessly grinding her hips up against Lisa’s till she grew tired and fell back down onto the mattress, spent.

Panting a little, Lisa wiped her sweaty bangs out of her face and pushed herself up on shaky arms, looking down to admire the face of the woman beneath her. Jean was sprawled on the pillows, breathing hard while her blonde hair was haloed around her head, almost in the manner of a divine being surrounded by golden rays of light. After a moment, she opened her eyes, clear blue as Mondstadt’s skies and looked up at Lisa with the softest, and most lovely expression ever. If one could speak with their gaze, then Lisa supposed Jean was trying to tell her about how loved and cared for she felt around her. Smiling sleepily, Jean reached up to hold Lisa’s face in her hand, whispering a soft ‘thank you’ and ‘I-I love you’ into the space between their bodies, whilst the mage smiled warmly in return and closed the gap between them, planting her lips onto her wife’s soft ones.

Lisa could sense the warm and cosy sensation of the afterglow enveloping her body when she met Jean’s lips and felt the other woman kiss her back with nothing but love and tenderness. It felt comforting like the embers in a fireplace, in contrast to the untameable, roaring flames that had been burning with a vengeance within her earlier. The mage almost wished that she and her beloved could remain like this forever as though they were the only people in the world, their bodies intertwined and melded together as one while they held each other. Sadly, however, Lisa had to pull away when her lungs started to ache from a lack of air, leaving Jean gasping while she tried to catch her breath from the kiss that had felt like an eternity.

“I love you too my Jean, thank you for always being so lovely,” Lisa whispered, caressing Jean’s soft hair while she admired the joyful beam upon her wife’s face. “Have I ever told you about how adorable you look when you’re sleepy too,” Lisa added with a little laugh, beaming back at Jean before she got to work on unwinding Jean’s tail from around her forearm, and freed herself from the death grip of Jean’s thighs. Shuffling about on her wobbly thighs, Lisa gently pulled the strap out of Jean who was now lying sleepily on the bed, completely ignoring the damp patch on the sheets beneath her hips.

“We might have some extra laundry on the clothesline tomorrow, I hope there’s enough room for it all.” The mage cheekily commented, feeling proud at the thought of having made Jean climax so hard that she’d soaked the sheets through. Undoing the strap from around her hips, Lisa placed the toy and its equally soaked harness atop the nightstand, making a mental note to clean everything up tomorrow whilst she pulled the warm duvet over herself and her wife. Jean meanwhile, almost immediately moved to snuggle in Lisa’s arms when the mage had gotten into bed next to her, nuzzling her face against her wife’s chest where she made comfortable little sighing noises and shut her eyes.

“Would you like a goodnight kiss, my darling?” Lisa asked, unable to resist her wife’s adorableness upon seeing how snug she looked while cuddled in her arms. Jean in turn eagerly nodded, joyfully scrunching up her face and sweetly giggling when Lisa planted two affectionate kisses on each cheek and a final one atop her forehead.

“Goodnight my love, sleep tight now.” Lisa affectionately whispered, nuzzling into Jean’s soft hair as she fell back onto the pillows and shut her eyes. There, the pair of lovers soundly drifted off to sleep while held fast in each other’s arms.