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If you would ask anything about the courageous Don Quixote; she would not be expecting to spend her lunch break in a small noodle shop. Carefully, she gripped her chopsticks and grabbed a couple noodles mixed with some veggies; shoving some into her mouth. Quixote hummed with excitement, enjoying the delectable flavors of the noodles, and rather tangy vegetables. Quite the way to spend what little free-time Don had as a fixer.
As the admirable and just fixer, Don Quixote had a job of delivering her sense of justice to those who needed help! While her lunch was coming to end, a few fans of her came and greeted her. Don always made sure she showed the utmost respect when it came to interactions, a grand fixer is always grateful for those who share similar ideas. A couple “I thank thee” were exchanged and even a few autographs.
Don went back to slurping on her noodles, coming down to the last few bites. Her stomach became full rather quickly, gently pushing her bowl to the side. Her yellow eyes closed for a bit. An exhausted sigh escaped the fixer’s lips; knowing soon she would have to return back to Cinq. West headquarters for her next mission. She opened her eyes back, when something. . or rather someone caught her eyes.
A woman, who was presumed to be younger than Don. Her hair was quite flowy and thick. Her long and orange locks reached down to her lower legs; Don was intrigued how such a fair maiden could keep up with such ravishing hair. Her eyes kept following her, seeing that she ordered what appeared to be beef noodle soup. Judging by what she was wearing, according to Don’s great knowledge of fixers; This fair maiden must be from the Liu Association, hence the red attire.
The blonde girl nearly jumped into the air with loads of excitement; she’s always heard wonderful things about the Association. Could this be an opportunity that Don could not pass up on? Surely not! The ginger woman happened to sit at a table that was not too far from Quixote. The fixer could feel her heartbeat jump from her chest, she got a closer look at the fair maiden.
Her eyes were a deep ivory green, a pleasant color that Don felt as if it beautifully fit the woman. Freckles were scattered across her face, they danced with admiration as if the woman’s face was space and those freckles represented stars; each star representing the woman’s elegant beauty. A deep blush crept onto Don’s face, her eyes just stared at the woman.
Sure, Don did admire women from afar.. but this fair maiden seemed so different. It could be a simple fact that she was a fixer just like her, yet Don never acted like this before. If anything, she was nervous. Something Quixote never experienced and would have never thought it would be about another fixer.
The fixer continued eating her noodles in silence, Don kept watching. That is, until the ginger woman took a pep at Don, which caused the fixer to slightly turn her head and hid her face in the palm of her hand. Embarrassment ran through her veins, she was hoping that the other woman wouldn’t have noticed her blatant staring. Don wanted to make a rebuttal until she heard the ginger woman quietly chuckling at Don’s actions.
Soon after, Don looked back up and the Liu fixer was still eating. With what confidence Don had, she stood up and made her way to the woman. Sitting in another seat was a bit too close, but neither fixer had a problem with that. The ginger woman looked up as she placed her spoon down, seeing Don up at her table.
“Greetings fair maiden! I rather apologize verily to thee for mine actions, I knew thou art wert also a fixer! Just like me!” Don explained, the ginger woman looked at Don’s clothing and hummed in agreement.
“Hm, I was actually supposed to be meeting a fixer today actually. I assume you are Don Quixote, from Cinq east correct?” The woman questioned, as Don squealed from excitement. “Verily! that wouldst be me! May I witen thy name?”
The woman blinked a few times, carefully translating Don’s sentences but thankfully got the gist. “Call me Ishmael, if you please.” The two women exchanged a handshake, Don noticing the pure strength of Ishmael; something to keep note of. “And what wolde a lovely fixer thyself be meetyng me for?” Don asked.
“Ah, the Liu Association had stated we would be working together, stating tomorrow that is..” Ishmael trailed off, “But, I took care of the task today. Unfortunately, some assholes were in the city and I had to clean up the mess right before my lunch, now my noodles were completely ruined by the sogginess.”
Don nearly slammed her fist with complete rage, “Fear thou not, those villains shall feeleth the wrath of justice! alloweth me maketh it up to thee, Lady Ishmael!” Don yelled out, she was just about to get up when Ishmael gently placed her hand on the fixer’s shoulders.
Don Quixote could have sworn she heard the taller woman giggle in response, “No, no.. It’s alright Don. I still enjoyed the meal and got my biggest task out the way, so I would say today was a success.” Ishmael claimed, Don stared at Ishmael in silence.. thinking of what to say back.
She really wanted to make things up to Ishmael anyway. At least, she’s been nothing but sweet and understanding of Don's antics: she didn’t even mind her starring! Her eyes locked on Ishmael’s lips, she had a bit of sauce on them. Ishmael noticed once more, “Say, the shop has a small private room for fixers like us. If you don’t mind, we can sit there until we both are called back in for work, would you be okay with that?” Ishmael asked, Don nodded like a little puppy. ”Let us know each other further, Lady Ishmael!” Don Quixote said. And with that, both women walked from the table and entered a narrow hallway: Ishmael led Don to the room, opening the door for her.
The room was quite small, though there was a brown couch made from the softest materials with pillows. As well as a brown makeshift bed, at least that’s what Don assumed it to be. Her eyes noticed a brick fireplace, a little jade and gold chandler was placed on top; the same shade matching her bracelet.
She noticed the room had a warm oak-like feeling. Quixote was too busy examining the room when she noticed that Ishmael was sitting on the couch in front of the fireplace. She turned to Don and quietly tapped the side of the couch, asking her to sit next to her. Don quickly sat next to the ginger woman, her eyes still fixated on the sauce near her lips.
“Don? You’ve been staring at my face, is there something wro—,” Ishmael was cut off from Don Quixote pressing her lips against Ishmael’s. Her tongue licking the corner of her lips, she was going to pull away when Ishmael kissed back surprisingly. Both women felt each other’s saliva endured tongues brushing up against each other. Don grabbed the side of Ishmael’s face and began shoving her tongue in her mouth, quickly taking the dominant role between the two.
Don found it rather amusing that she could hear Ishmael's desperate breaths in between. After what felt like hours of their makeout session, Don pulled away but got closer to Ishmael’s face. “doth thee still wanteth me to maketh it up to thee?” Don asked, Ishmael quietly whimpered but nodded. Don quixote smiled and pulled further away, she had something special she wished to try out.
While Ishmael watched, Don Quixote began stripping out of her clothes. However, she took her jace bracelet and using her flame-given abilities, began melting and twisting it into a very specific shape. Ishmael was completely naked. . well her shirt was still on but her breasts were exposed, Ishmael was wondering what Don was trying to do.
Finally, she turned around with her jade bracelet that had completely changed its shape into a strap on. Don also kept her long gloves on, towering over the woman. She smiled before asking, “Is Thou art ready?” Ishmael replied with a yes before Don eyed her slit.
With the use of her powers, Don lit a small flame and held it out to her pussy; seeing the juices and how aroused Ishmael truly was. The warmth from the flame caused her clit to become hard, she whimpered letting Don know she was rather. . impatient. Don Quixote laughed amusingly, as her other hand danced around Ishmael’s bush. She rubbed the red hair before slipping in two fingers inside Ishmael, with the utmost care of course.
“Ngh—,, Ah!” Ishmael moaned out, slightly clenching around Quixote’s fingers. The amount of precious precum leaked onto Don’s fingers as she continued to pump her fingers in and out of Ishmael’s pussy. She noticed that Ishmael was clenching, keeping this in mind, Don sped up the pace her other hand played with Ishmael’s nipple. Her fingers began pinching the sensitive bud, for her lady she still caressed Ishmael’s breast with tender love. “My, Lady Ishmael, Thou art is taking me so well.” Don praised, pressing her thumb up on Ishmael’s clit. Her thumb pressed and circled around her clit, flicking up causing Ishmael to moan loudly.
Ishmael roughly grabbed the back of Don’s hair as she felt pressure build up in her lower abdomen. With just another flick, Don teased her entrance with a lick and pressed upward in her pussy, Ishmael squirted quite hard. The older fixer smiled and removed her hand. She noticed Ishmael was still slightly tight, taking that into account. Don pulled away and Ishmael did whine, placing her fingers in her pussy. Don Quixote softly removed Ishmael’s hands, “Patience my fair maiden, watch closely.” Don then stood up, removing her top and hat; she placed her glasses to the side.
Don was completely nude; except her jade strap connected to her waist. She towered over Ishmael, the ginger sloppy wrapped her arms around her neck.
“I must say Lady Ishmael, thou art quite special! this strap wast p'rfectly madeth for thee!” Don explained, Ishmael weakly moaned out, “Wha—?” before Don slammed into her stretched out pussy. Ishmael moaned loudly once again and pulled onto Don’s hair. “After all, I shall treat such a fair maiden tenderly!”
“Donqui, ,” Ishmael weakly stated, she grinded against Don’s strap. Feeling the fixer pulling in and out, ramming into her vagina. Don Quixote's stamina was very fast, she ended up slamming into Ishmael’s G-spot. From that, her stomach started to form a bulge, Don gently laid her hand on Ishmael’s stomach. Ishmael threw her head back in pure bliss as she felt Donqui’s warm tongue licking on her nipple. Though, she did yelp when she felt Don Quixote bite her nipple, following it up with several kisses on her chest.
Ishmael’s body trembled in pure overstimulation;her body was getting ready to cum as Don kept shoving her warm strap in Ishmael. The blonde fixer stopped sucking, a “plap” sound effect coming from her mouth. Ishmael quickly looked up as Don looked back; both exchanging a weak and sweaty kiss. With one more ram, Ishmael came; Don Quixote’s strap covered from the tip all the way down to her thighs. Ishmael weakly collapsed on her back, Don following as she fell on her.
“Was’t that to your liking?” Don quietly said, Ishmael gave a soft look. She took her hand and stroked Don’s cheek. “Mhm, it was. I,” she paused to catch her breath, “—assume, , you are still up for our mission tomorrow?”
Don gave a fragile smile. “Verily! , , let us rest now.” She said, placing her head in between Ishmael’s breasts. Ishmael wrapped her hands around Don’s waist. Both fixers dozed off to slumber, feeling the warmth from the fire and comfort of each other’s presence. Surely a moment neither women would forget as long as they worked together.