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Acheron leads herself and Black Swan into a hotel room to stay the night. The memokeeper closes the door behind them, resting her forehead against it and murmuring to herself over the fact she and Acheron are alone together. Why was she so nervous?
"Black Swan?" The galaxy ranger asks for her, being only feet away. The memokeeper takes a breath, turning around to meet eyes with her, and takes steps towards her.
Time feels as if it slows down, Black Swan’s hands are about to grab her other’s arms, whilst Acheron reached her hands out too to her waist. Finally, when they got close enough, their lips kidnap each other into a make out.
Tongues had already intertwined and invaded mouths, Swan’s waist was held firmly by the Galaxy ranger. She decided to escalate their moment, grabbing Acheron’s coat, slipping it off for her. In response, the galaxy ranger helps Swan remove her clothes too, leaving on some dusty pink lingerie, and her tights.
"Swan…" Acheron observes her carefully.
"You’re so beautiful…" Swan got her lips close to Acheron’s again, her own trembling.
"…You’re the one who’s beautiful." The galaxy ranger forces their position changed, grabbing the Memokeeper and pinning her to the mattress of their bed. She then goes down, kissing Swan’s stomach and travelling up her body, up to her neck. Swan gives out a soft moan for Acheron. "My god…~"
Acheron grabs her bottom, lifting her legs up and pulling off the bottom of her lingerie. The memokeeper’s breath is shaky now, and Acheron leans down to her. They share no words, only actions, and kisses.
Swan put her hands on Acheron, helping her remove her clothes too starting off with her shorts. She had come to find out that Acheron, behind her seemingly cold face, she was actually excited. She could tell by how hard she was already. "Ohhh… s-so you really want me?"
"…Yes. I want all of you." The galaxy ranger gently pushes Swan back down, kissing her lips once more, before these kisses started to travel down again.
Swan had been marked on her chin, down her neck, on her breasts through her bra, over her stomach and down to her trembling pussy.
The memokeeper’s entrance was worshipped by Acheron’s tongue, making her throw her head back shaking. Moans filled the room from both parties, most of it coming from Acheron ironically, but she was more quiet than her sweet Swan.
Speaking of Swan, she had her hands gripping onto Acheron’s hair, grasping clumps of it due to how crazy her tongue was driving her. How was she so good at pleasuring her? Nobody knows.
Swan looks down to take another glimpse of the galaxy ranger, and her hair had started turning white, and one of her arms completely red, which was already gripping her, the tongue movement was getting more fierce and heated.…