Chapter 2
It had been weeks since the night Sevika walked her home. Things went back to normal: Kora continued to pour drinks, serve tables of drunk idiots, and still get paid next to nothing.
She brought up the issue of her wages with her manager, but all he offered was a dismissive, “Sorry, sweets, not much I can do ‘bout it.” The rest of her shift that day was spent in despondence
Sevika rarely ever looked in her direction unless she was calling Kora over for her usual round of strong beverages. The only change was that Sevika now left a decent pile of coins on her table, expecting kora to pocket them for herself. But Kora refused to accept charity; instead, she kept the coins in a bag to return to Sevika once it became too heavy to carry.
She was too humiliated by their last encounter to mention the offensive gesture—or to bring up anything they had discussed a few weeks ago. By now, she had given up hope that Sevika even remembered.
Every day on her route to The Last Drop she passed by the lively entrance to the brothel. Working there had never crossed her mind before, but with each passing day of earning next to nothing and feeling like a disrespected maid for drunkards, the idea became more tempting.
After another grueling sweaty day of working, Kora trudged through the shady streets on her way home. She approached the bustling atmosphere of the brothel, beckoning her with its bittersweet opportunities. She forced herself to look straight ahead, determined not to give in to the temptation, placing one foot in front of the other until the brothel was behind her. The long shift had left her bones aching so badly she could barely walk straight. She gritted her teeth, a pang of guilt rising within her—deep down, she knew she wouldn’t feel this way if she tried harder to take care of herself.
Her eyes were drawn to a set of beautifully crafted daggers hanging from a man's hip, which drew her to a hault. He had his bony arms folded deep in conversation with a tall, fish looking man. Kora never took interest in weapons, her father had an extravagant collection displayed along the walls and mantles of her old home which desensitized her fascination with them.
But these were different, sleek and unassuming, their edges glinted in the dim street light.
As she slipped into the shadows, her eyes fixed on the stranger, Kora felt a spark of longing. It wasn’t just about the blades; it was about what they meant for her—a potential escape from the monotony of her life and a step toward claiming power over her future. They represented a freedom, a control over one’s destiny that Kora craved.
The weapon's owner ended the conversation and made his way to the brothel.
Kora's eyes flashed with thrill. Taking that as her sign, she stepped out of the shadows and followed the stranger into the brothel. Her heart pounded with adrenaline which made the ache in her bones no longer noticeable. Her own desire led her to continue and get closer to the alluring entrance despite her not having a single plan for what to do once she was inside.
The smoky aroma of incense and the heat of countless bodies enveloped her almost instantly, hitting her like a sudden wave.
The decorated halls were dimly lit with stained hanging lamps, the light painted the lingering smoke with all their colors. Kora glanced around, people littered about on the seats in the hallway, a few wore masks that covered the upper part of their face leaving only their mouths visible.
Beaded curtains left little privacy for the occupants inside the rooms that lined the hall. She ripped her eyes away from the rooms as a blush formed on her cheeks. She continued on her hunt, until she realized the man she’d been following had disappeared from her sight.
Her heart sank as it finally hit her—where she was and what she was doing—if she even understood it herself. The adrenaline quickly soured to an uncomfortable feeling of stress and unease.
“Hey sugar, you’re new around here.” A seductive purr of a voice alerted Kora from her left.
Snapping her head up, she was met with a woman a little shorter than her, her curvy body decorated in a lacy getup that complimented her deep brown skin and her hair was done up in tiny braids. Her face was obscured by a mask, leaving just her luscious painted lips quirked in a smirk.
Kora felt so intimidated by the woman’s confidence, the way she was less clothed and yet she was so dominating as she got closer, Kora blushed. “U-um.. I was just..” She averted her gaze hesitantly. “I’m here looking for… a job.”
The woman paused her advances and went quiet, probably taking a better look at Kora with her hidden eyes. Kora shifted uncomfortably under her gaze as she slowly turned her head to look at the peculiar woman who had her hands on her hips. “Babette’s office is this way, sugar.” Her voice was no longer suggestive but instead was kind and almost motherly. The gentleness put Kora’s racing anxiety at ease slightly.
She led Kora all the way down the hall till they were stopped in front of curtains that concealed a room. The woman slipped inside as Kora waited.
The woman came out after a minute and gestured for her to go in. Kora nodded appreciatively and made her way inside the room as the masked woman strutted back into the busy hall.
To her shock, behind the table sat a female yordle. She was dressed up in a low cut corset and accessories to match. The yordle’s eyes landed on Kora, she leisurely waved her cigarette holder, beckoning to Kora. “Don’t be shy, come closer.” Her voice was croaky and low.
Kora stepped closer and stopped in front of the large tidied desk. “I’m here for work.” Kora stated.
Babette smiled, “So I heard.” She took a drag from her cigarette and held it in while she ran her eyes down Kora’s frame. Awkwardly waiting out the long silence as the yordle finally spoke, smoke escaping her nose, “How much experience do you have, hun?”
Kora tensed. Her only sexual experience was with a classmate when she was seventeen, and even then, he hadn't managed to show her a good time. She isn’t sure if she should lie and guarantee a job or to make a fool of herself and be honest. She thought deeply, trying to maintain her confidence.
Babette detected her tense body language instantly, which made sense as it was her job to notice these subtle details about people. “I don’t think this place is the right fit for you if you are alarmed by the mention of what is done around here, hun.” She said in a sorry undertone.
Kora clenched her fists, feeling the opportunity slip away. She raised her chin, letting the light catch her amber eyes as her posture straightened, exuding confidence. “To be honest, I don’t have much experience with intercourse,” she admitted. “But that won’t get in the way of what else I’m capable of. I can charm even the most stubborn people, using words and body language to make them feel like the greatest being to walk the earth and still hold some control over them.”
Babette smirked, clearly impressed. “What’s your name, hun?”
Kora hesitated, unwilling to give her real name as it felt betraying to speak it here. After a moment, she settled on a name she barely remembered from school. “Alexa.”
“Alexa.. Hm..” Kora almost caught a look on Babette’s face that read she knew the name was a fake, but the yordle brushed past it as she continued, “Come back tomorrow at eight.” her eyes dropped to the rags that hung from Kora’s body. “Wear something nice.”
Kora hid her shock with a pretty smile as she nodded, “Thank you, Babette.”
“Mhm.” Babette hummed as she focused her attention back to her pile of papers.
Kora turned to leave the yordle’s office, a feeling of accomplishment washed over her and she smirked to herself, shocked she was able to convince Babette that she had what it took to work for her.
Though she wasn’t sure if she really meant most of what she proclaimed, it’s true she can sweet talk, but considering her last encounter with that touchy man a few weeks ago, she wasn’t sure.
She will have to be faster than them, both figuratively and physically.
…
The next day Kora went to work as usual, the only difference was she used her mother’s forgotten makeup to paint a deep blue shimmer onto her eyes and a darker nude on her lips.
She sweet talked her coworker, Chuck, into staying later so she could sneak out before eight.
She grabbed her bag from under the bar, “Thanks, Chuck!” She waved to him, he blushed and rubbed his neck as she left.
Arriving at the brothel ten minutes early so she could find a place to change, Kora slipped inside a bathroom and undressed to look at herself in the mirror. The bathroom light cast a green hue on her as she assessed her last-minute, makeshift attempt at lingerie.
When she got home last night she rifled through her small selection of clothes, settling for a skirt that she cut and hemmed to look more revealing and a bra she hastily made with spare mesh fabric from some tights. She also stole a pair of her mother’s heels that were, of course, hidden away in a box as if expecting to move back to the uppercity and be invited to a ball.
With her braid undone, Kora stared at the overwhelming amount of hair she had to work with. She was never that attached to her hair, she didn’t have it trimmed ever since she left her home. Mostly because of neglect and the lack of interest she had in looking decent. She reached into her bag and grabbed a small paring knife. She gripped a chunk of hair and sliced through with ease as Kora sharpened it regularly. Tossing the chunk of her discarded locks into a bin, she moved on to the rest till she was left with a shoulder length cut.
A light pink brightened her face as she gazed at her unfamiliar reflection, the short hair, dark makeup and revealing outfit made her someone else completely. Something about not looking like her usual self made Kora feel less guilty about the situation, as if detaching herself completely from Kora and embracing her new identity..
She hastily attempted to fix her makeup that sweated off throughout her shift. Without wasting any more time, she collected herself and left the comfort of the bathroom to find Babette in her office.
“Ah, perfect timing hun!” Babette snapped her little bony fingers for Kora to come closer. She obeyed. “You look just darling, Alexa.” She cooed. Kora almost forgot that was the name she chose for herself. “I have some things for you to sign here. Once you’re done just go to the front to find Emi, the girl you met yesterday.” The yordle woman adjusted her huge teased hair as she hopped out of her seat. “I got business to attend to.” She huffed.
“Alright, thanks, Babette.”
The yordle left Kora alone in her office, she started to sign her fake name on the papers. For such an unruly place, she was surprised that signing papers was customary. She even quickly skimmed through the rules and conditions and it didn’t draw suspicions. Babette was running a tight ship which made Kora feel a little at ease.
With the papers signed, Kora left and spotted Emi chatting up some guy near the front entrance. She approached her but kept her distance so as to not interrupt what they were doing. Emi seemed to have convinced him what he was looking for as she held his arm and shoved him through a beaded curtain into a room.
“Don’t go easy on him now!” Emi called into the room where she shoved the customer.
What a strange place.
Kora put on a smile as she finally approached her. “Hey, You’re Emi?”
The woman eyed her from beneath her mask, as if trying to collect her thoughts on who she was, “Oh! Could hardly recognize ya with you lookin’ all dolled up.”
She blushed, “I’m Alexa, Babette said to find you."
"Just shadow me till we get a customer and- oh! You need a mask! Come, let's go.”
She walked down the hall to a small room that had looked to store everyone’s belongings. Emi started rummaging around through a box and held up a mask. “Aha! This should frame those pretty eyes of yours.”
Kora put it on and checked herself in the mirror to see her amber eyes glowing from under the mask, her irises way more visible then the one Emi wore.
“Lookin’ good sugar. Throw your stuff anywhere and let's head out there!"
Kora spent the last hour or so following Emi as she flirted with unsuspecting passers by and dragging them inside. She would lead them to the masked person who could make their fantasies come true. The woman was so captivating and Kora was in awe as she watched her work her magic.
Eventually, a customer approached Emi asking for her and Kora was now left to her own devices. She was instructed to flirt with anyone who looked like they had a good amount of coins, and if she was successful, bring them to a private room.
Kora leaned on the building as alluring as she could as she watched people come and go, the other sex workers joining her outside occasionally to scoop up a new customer while enjoying a smoke break.
The familiar silhouette of the man who wore those captivating blades last night appeared from across the street.
Kora jumped from her laxed position, her eyes honed in on him to see if he was making his way over here. He began walking closer to the brothel. Kora side eyed the other sex workers to see if they were going to pounce but the few that were outside seemed to have been preoccupied.
Kora breathed out and fixed her top to make her chest even more exposed as she walked in front of him, making him stop in his tracks. “Hey handsome. Looking for some fun tonight?” Kora made her voice sultry, almost like a purr—a trick she learned from watching the way Emi spoke with the customers.
The older man who was a little less than a head taller than her raked his eyes over her body. Close up, his teeth were yellowed, his grey speckled stubble dipped in his sunken cheeks, and yet despite his sickly exterior, his clothes were fancy along with the beautiful set of daggers that decorated his hip. He had money.
“You’re new.. hm..” He said in a slow contemplative tone. His drooped eyes lazily took in what fabric wasn't covering her body.
If the man was a regular then he must have a favorite at the brothel, Kora won't allow this man to leave her clutches as reached for his chest and pulled him closer, “Alexa.” She grinned at him. “Come inside. I'm dying for you to introduce yourself to me, handsome.” Her voice was laced with seduction.
He grinned slightly, obviously pleased with her needy affection, Kora took that as her sign to hook her arm through his and lead him inside. A hand ghosted over her thigh as she walked through the hall, she gulped, trying to collect her thoughts before she was stuck in a room with him. She turned to him with a lustful smirk back on her lips, “What room would you pref-”
Sevika’s menacing silhouette stood in the hall near the entrance, a meter behind the man in Kora’s clutches.
The woman made her way over, eyeing Kora like she was prey. Kora’s heart almost beat out of her chest as she frantically pulled the man closer to block herself from Sevika's view. He stumbled forward and began groping her ass. “Looks like someone’s eager.” He smirked.
Kora tensed under his hands as she began walking backwards leading him into the closest room. She only took a few steps before the man was ripped off her and shoved into the wall. Kora was completely frozen as she gaped at Sevika who stood there glaring at her.
“What the fuck is your problem?!” The man protested. He turned to Sevika, who still had her eyes pinned on Kora. The man's anger stifled as he took notice of her larger build. The man clenched his fists and took a step back, not even daring to attempt to fight her. He mumbled some curses under his breath before storming off.
The woman strode toward Kora, causing her to stumble back into the room behind her. The older woman slid the door shut without turning around, making the outside world completely drowned out— the room was dead silent.
Sevika’s eyes never left Kora’s.
She quickly looked down to avoid the woman’s intense stare as she cleared her throat. She offered her best attempt at making her voice sound like anything but her own. “Um.. Sorry ma’am but I’m supposed to be with-”
“Don’t play stupid.” She growled. “I know it’s you, Kora.” Sevika finally stopped backing her into the room once Kora’s calves hit the sofa, the woman stopped a few feet away. “What the fuck are you doing here?” Her voice almost sounded offended. “You have enough money to buy your own part of Zaun!”
The woman’s words sent a pang of anger through Kora’s veins.
Kora snapped her head up and glared at her through the mask, “What I do around here is none of your concern, Sevika.” She used her own words against her, the tone nothing short of the same malice—if not more. Kora ripped her mask off for dramatic effect. “And I don't accept charity. I will earn my money through hard work, just as everyone down here has.”
Sevika huffed out a single laugh and shook her head in disbelief. “You don't belong here, and you know it.”
“Then you don't know me at all.”
The older woman analyzed Kora, her posture exuding power. Slowly, she approached with a calculated gaze, her movements deliberate as she circled her prey, finally halting at her side. A dark, almost predatory look crept across Sevika's face, her eyes narrowed down at the girl.
The rhythm of her heart beat so fast Kora thought the woman would hear. It took all of Kora's strength to not step back, she lifted her chin to show a semblance of confidence. The older woman stared down at her, the challenge in her dark eyes peeling away at Kora’s dwindling stability.
“You belong here?” The tone of her voice was slow and malicious. “Then you wouldn't mind I rent this room out.. Hm?” she had the faintest smirk. “Or would you prefer I go back outside and find that piece of shit who you were gripping on to just now?”
The girl's glare faltered. An aggressive blush took over her skin. Was she fucking serious?
Kora might as well take advantage of this moment to really prove what she has to offer. She won't back down just because this intimidating woman quite literally backed her into a corner. Sevika wanted to push Kora to see her snap, watch her break and cower. But Kora wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of that. She will prove herself.
Kora sucked in a breath to collect her thoughts, trying to plan her next move.
She put the mask back on. “Fine. Stay.” Kora ordered.
Sevika raised her eyebrows slightly, as if in shock of Kora's sudden change in demeanor. “Are you sure?” Her voice was dripping with spiteful mischief
Kora gave a single nod.
Not even a second after her nod, her mask was knocked clean off her face. It fell to the floor making a rattling noise. “I don't like those stupid masks. I enjoy seeing how much I make you blush.”
Kora gritted her teeth. I see how it's going to be. It will take more than that to make me back down.
The woman's suffocating, intimidating presence loomed over Kora, leaving her unable to form coherent thoughts. Knocking her down might be the only way for Kora to finally pull herself together.
She reached her hand up to Sevika's chest and shoved her onto the couch that sat low behind the woman.
The woman was sturdy enough for the shove to do nothing, but she complied and sat down. Leisurely leaning back with her legs spread. She gave a challenging look to Kora as if silently asking that's all you got?
Kora stood in front of her, inches away from the woman's spread legs. Earlier, her eyes caught a cart of alcohol. A normal person would be black out after less than half a bottle of any spirit. But Kora had witnessed Sevika down enough alcohol to the point she could be flammable. Kora knew the alcohol would make Sevika less of a brute, as she observed from serving her so often. The woman had a problem, but it wasn't Kora's job to fix it. Not tonight at least..
Kora smiled coily, “I’ll fetch you a drink.”
“Mhm... because that’s all you know how to do.” Sevika retorted in a smug tone.
The corner of Kora’s eye twitched but she prevailed despite the woman’s bite. Oh I’ll show you. She silently thought to herself.
Heading over to the decent sized bar cart, she picked up a bottle of whiskey. Sevika’s favorite. She poured an ungodly amount into a cup, almost setting the bottle down. Instead, she gripped it and brought it with her.
As she made her way back, the woman already had a cigarette between her lips, a lighter dangling from her hand as her eyes watched Kora expectantly.
A few seconds passed before Kora understood what she was implying. Setting the bottle of alcohol down on the little side table, she leaned down to trade the lighter in the woman's hand with the glass
Flicking the lighter on, she reached for the cigarette in the woman’s mouth to light it but the woman moved her mouth to the side, dodging the advance. Sevika raised an eyebrow, an unspoken disappointment on her face.
Kora gave her a perplexed look, confused about what she wanted. Her eyes landed on the drink in her flesh hand.
Oh.
Kora had to stifle a sigh as she reached for the cigarette, removing it from between the woman’s lips. Sevika gave a pleased smirk. Raising the drink to her lips taking a hefty sip, her eyes locked on Kora’s.
Once the woman was satisfied with her drink, Kora swiftly leaned down, placing the cigarette back in her mouth.
She raised the lighter about to ignite it until a strong hand pressed against the back of her knee making Kora’s leg’s buckle. Her hips collided on top of the woman’s strong thigh. She let out a gasp, both from shock and the unexpected pleasure. Her face flushed and her whole body was overcome with warmth. Sevika’s empty glass was left discarded on the couch as her hand remained on Kora’s thigh.
The familiar scent of shimmer and sweet smoke overwhelmed her, filling her head with lust and need.
Sevika nudged her chin forward, “You gonna light this or not?” Her expression was indifferent, completely unfazed over the sight of Kora’s flustered state on her knee.
Kora collected herself, sucking in a breath to hopefully clear away her visual discomposure. With a shaky hand, she raised the lighter again, resting her thumb against the spark wheel.
An aggressive thrust from the thigh below her had her stumbling forward, crashing into sevika’s chest. The thrust caused Kora to let out a startled gasp as slick began to wet through her underwear and leak onto Sevika’s pant leg. Her core was overwhelmingly aching for stimulation.
This fucking woman.
She sat up on Sevika’s thigh, resting her free hand on her shoulder as she glared at her. The woman gave a smug look and raised her eyebrows expectantly. Kora did not hide her flustered annoyance as she, once again, raised the lighter. She flicked the flame alive and held it to the cigarette as the woman finally took a drag of it.
Sevika blew the smoke out from the side of her mouth, those stormy eyes never left Kora’s.
The girl slipped the lighter into the woman’s pocket. Her hands almost pulled away until she noticed the cape obscuring her view of the mechanical arm. Her hands glided up Sevika's chest, inching closer to her shoulder.
“Enjoying yourself?” The woman teased.
Kora offered a coy smirk, “Would be enjoying myself more if you took these off..” her finger edged along the collar of the woman’s shirt.
Sevika huffed a laugh. “Not happening.”
Kora’s eyebrows twitched. “Why?”
Sevika didn’t answer.
Kora thought about her words carefully, “Can I at least remove your cape? I think your arm is… pretty.”
A whole new expression flashed across Sevika’s face. A look of skepticism, as though she thought Kora was lying.
The woman stared at Kora for a few seconds longer before shrugging. “Fine, knock yourself out.” She took a puff from her Cigarette as she watched the girl.
Kora grinned and wasted no time, unbuckling the cape expertly and tossing it away. She didn’t care if she couldn’t get the woman to strip naked, making her agree to remove the cape was an accomplishment enough. Once Sevika has a few more glasses in her system she will drop the stubborn brute persona. Kora schemed. She just had to keep offering her more alcohol.
The whirring mechanical sound hummed. Kora’s hand gently traced the grooves of the woman’s bronze arm. Her eyes flicked up to see Sevika watching her, her expression was calm as smoke rippled out of her nose. Despite the passive look on the woman’s face, Kora was not convinced it’d stay that way for long.
She removed her hand from Sevika's arm and reached for the empty glass that lay forgotten on the couch. “I’ll fill-”
“Leave it.”
“But-”
“I know what you’re up to.” the woman grinned and leaned forward, getting close to Kora’s face. “You think I'm that dumb to fall for your tricks?” Her eyes narrowed, a stern, serious look replacing the mischievous one from earlier. “Prove to me you belong here. Or leave.” she nodded her head towards the door behind Kora.
The older woman patiently waited for a response from her as she took another drag of her cigarette.
Kora gazed at her, shocked once again by the woman’s situational awareness. Kora should’ve felt humiliated and defeated, but instead, it somehow turned her on how smart Sevika was. It didn’t help that throughout her time on her lap she was suffocating from her addictive scent. The fact that she soaked through every piece of fabric beneath her is enough to know how badly she wanted that woman to touch her.
She blushed, trying to play it off, “I’m not leaving.” Kora stated, raising her chin.
She clicked her tongue. “Stubborn girl.”
Sevika raised her metal arm as it made clicking noises. Kora watched one of her sharp metal claws as it ghosted up her throat. She gulped, trying her best to stay still. Sevika fixed her stare on Kora, an amused smirk washed away her stern look.
Gently, she stroked Kora’s cheek with the back of her cool metal finger before drifting back down her neck, against her collarbone, and between her boobs. Sevika’s eyes dropped, watching her claw as a click sounded. Her claw met with the small glass embellishment that held together Kora’s sorry excuse of a top. The sharp metal dragged down threatening to tear it off.
Kora’s eyes widened. “W-wait!”
The woman paused her movements instantly, flicking her eyes up in question.
“This is my only nice shirt…” Kora admitted.
“I’ll buy you a dozen more.” Her claw snapped off the accessory within seconds, along with the stitching that kept her boobs together.
She gasped and blush rose to her face. The torn fabric slacked to her sides and left her completely exposed before Sevika. She almost protested until she felt a warm hand gently drag along her side.
The woman’s eyes devoured Kora, the cold metal claw continued to drag down to her stomach and stop at the hem of her skirt.
With her flesh hand, Sevika patted the top of her other thigh—cigarette still between her fingers. It took a full second for Kora to collect her foggy thoughts. When she noticed the familiar look of anticipation edged with command She quickly, swiftly swung her leg up over top of hers, straddling Sevika. Kora wrapped her arms around her neck, her eyes dropping down to Sevika’s attractively tempting lips.
The woman huffed a low chuckle, “See something you like?” her hand began descending down to Kora's thigh.
Resting her hand on Sevika’s cheek, she leaned in to kiss her—succumbing to her overwhelming desire to make the woman feel closer.
Sevika tilted her head back, dodging the kiss. She squeezed Kora’s thigh with enough pressure for pain to register, “When did I say that was allowed?” Her metal hand dropped from the girl's stomach.
Kora released a reluctant whine, pulling away to see Sevika’s authoritative expression. She wasn’t going to let this woman keep playing with her. Her original plan had been derailed, it was about time she took matters in her own hands. Attempt to at least..
She leaned in close again, this time bringing her mouth near Sevika’s ear, “What would you like me to do then?” She whispered in a soft purr.
The corner of the older woman’s mouth quirked mischievously, as though she had been waiting for that question all night.
“Touch yourself.” she asked casually as she brought the cigarette up to her mouth.
Of all the things Kora expected the woman to ask of her, this was something that didn’t cross her mind. Heat spread across her whole body, her core aching for her touch.
Kora furrowed her brows. She wants a performance? Fine, I'll give her one. I’ll make it look so good she won't be able to resist.
“Very well.” She adjusted her position on Sevika’s lap.
“Remove your underwear, keep the skirt.”
A cloud of smoke engulfed Kora. The rich aroma sent a shiver down her back.
Reluctantly, She reached down, hooking her fingers underneath the waistband of her underwear and slowly pulled them down. She stole a glance to see Sevika’s eyes following the movement of the girl’s shaky hands.
The skirt was cut short enough it left her with no coverage as it all bunched up around her hips—which Sevika presumably wanted. She tossed her underwear to the floor and got situated on Sevika’s lap.
The warmth that took over her whole body became scolding as the woman drank up her almost naked form.
Not wanting to have to humiliate herself in this position any longer, she braced her left hand behind her on Sevika’s knee. Hesitantly, She snaked her other hand down her body at a slow pace, hoping to make Sevika lose her patience.
Finally reaching her wet folds, she exhaled shakily as she collected her slick and began making deliberate circling motions.
Sevika leaned back on the couch, watching her intently. Her expression was hungry yet laxed. “Good girl.” She said with a smooth purring tone. The praise reverberated through Kora’s bones and drew out a shudder of pleasure from her.
The pace of her fingers gradually began to quicken but it brought her no other amount of satisfaction. The feeling of her own fingers felt impossible to navigate. She wanted Sevika to take over. Needed her to. Kora tried and failed to stifle her pathetic whine as her shaky fingers worked hard to show Sevika what she was missing out on.
The woman simply sat back and watched her, no desire to take over for Kora. If anything, it seemed she enjoyed watching the girl suffer—waiting for her to inevitably give up.
Kora leaned her head back from crushing humiliation, seeing her surrender on the horizon.
A strong hand gripped her face, forcing her glazed over eyes lock with the woman's.
“Ashtray.”
Kora blinked, still recovering from her hazy state, her fingers halting mid-motion “Huh? What?”
Sevika nodded her head to the depleting cigarette dangling in her hand.
“Oh.”
Kora inhaled shakily, a flush of defeat spreading across her cheeks. Taking the cigarette butt from the woman’s hand, she forced herself to rise from Sevika’s lap. With deliberate steps, she moved to a small table where an ashtray sat, pressing the smoldering end into the pile of ashes. Each motion seemed to drain her resolve, leaving behind a growing desperation for even the smallest hint of affection from the sadistic woman. Her dignity wavered, slowly eclipsed by the weight of her overwhelming desire.
A warm hand gripped her waist and a wall of body heat radiated from behind her. Warm breath ghosted the back of her neck teasingly, blunt teeth nipping at her making her legs tremble
Calloused fingers slid down her waist, past her hips, dipping in between her thighs. The slow teasing drag of her hand against her skin made Kora go weak.
The woman pressed her knuckles against the soft inside of Kora’s thigh, coaxing her to spread her legs. Gripping onto the table for support, her legs began to spread apart. Kora’s slick was already dripping down onto Sevika’s hand. “You're so wet.” The woman purred against her neck, drawing a shuddering breath from Kora.
Rough fingertips teased their way up to her folds. The pad of Sevika's middle finger pressed against her entrance, eliciting a hitched inhale from the girl. The woman added a decent amount of pressure, almost sliding inside. Kora braced herself on the table.
Suddenly, as quickly as the pressure began, it disappeared. Along with the warmth of her hand.
Kora whined, “Sevika, please…”
“Please what..?” A wet finger traced up her spine, making Kora’s back shiver.
“Please… touch me.”
“Where?”
The woman's large hand slid to Kora’s exposed chest as she groped a fistful of her breast, a rough finger flicking over her hardened nipple. “Here..?” Kora’s whole body flinched from the aggressive stimulation.
“Or…” Her hand trailed up past Kora’s chest, snaking up her collar and clamping down on her neck. The woman’s one hand was almost enough to wrap around her completely. “Here?” She added pressure beneath the girl's jaw as she squeezed the sides of her neck, cutting off her blood circulation. The woman's relenting grip caused Kora to see stars, yet it was driving her arousal to seep further.
Sevika released her neck. Kora took a deep breath, regaining her senses quickly. With a tug to her hip, Kora was spun around to face Sevika's hungry gaze. The woman rested both her arms on the table behind Kora, essentially caging her in.
“So? What will it be?” Her eyes were trained on Kora's.