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It's always there, at the back of Kaina’s mind. Even if sometimes she still wonders if she might have gone crazy and dreamt it all… she never forgets. She never allows herself to forget.
Tartarus had been a living nightmare. Worse than death. She wouldn’t have survived without that visit, and so she keeps her mind open to not miss her chance when it finally happens… if it does.
Today, she’s walking back home with a skip in her step, arms overflowing with bags full of cute dresses, cute make-up, and cute lingerie. Perfect shopping day; she’d found everything she wanted and more.
“Hey, sorry,” a woman’s voice interrupts her, coming out of an alleyway.
Kaina turns her head and has time to think that the woman is beautiful, petite, skin tinged blue and slightly translucent with barely visible scales. Dragon, or underwater mutation perhaps? Then something wraps around her waist and pulls her into the alleyway. All of her bags fall to the ground.
“Sorry, beautiful,” the woman says as she holds Kaina's face with one hand and kisses her cheek.
Everything is dark, disorienting. Kaina’s annoyed that she lost her haul, but… even in the dim glow of the emergency light, her body recognises the walls of this minuscule, confined room before her mind catches up; her stomach lurches. Yeah. She knows exactly where she is.
It’s happening. Now.
Her younger self is… not doing well. She’s sleeping on the prison cot, curled in a corner as small as she can make herself. Hasn’t earned blanket privileges, yet. And she hasn’t noticed Kaina either, caught up in an exhausted dream of some kind.
Kaina doesn’t remember this part very well – what happened later left a stronger impression – but she has a feeling that if she doesn’t say anything before being noticed, her other self will get nightmares for months.
“Hey,” she whispers, leaning back against the walls with her arms crossed.
Young Nagant wakes up with a jolt. “What the fuck?” Then she cuts herself off and turns toward the voice.
She’s not as shocked at her presence as Kaina anticipated, but it’s true the guards messed with her sleep a lot in the early days, showing up at any hour to make it clear that she couldn’t expect any privacy anymore.
Eventually, they got bored of her and started ignoring her, for longer and longer, until she sometimes wondered if she’d been forgotten altogether.
That’s when she – her future self – had appeared.
“What the fuck?” her younger self repeats, taking in her appearance. Narrowing her eyes at the scars running across Kaina's entire body and face. “Is this another fucking mind game?”
She mutters to herself after that, pulling on her short hair, looking away, body racked with shudders. Kaina’s heart breaks a little. She remembered it was bad… but not that bad. Mostly she tries not to think about it.
With a sigh, she sits beside her younger self and stares at the minuscule emergency light on the ceiling, slowly adjusting to its green glow.
“Time travel quirk,” she explains, staring at the wall ahead. “Unregistered, I’d say, because I did my best to find it once I got out and things… calmed down. But I remember all of this happening, from your perspective.”
She waits for her counterpart to stop shaking. Then she speaks softly – barely a whisper – of childhood dreams, secret desires, the names of nearly forgotten imaginary friends. Things she has never spoken aloud to anyone, and never will again outside of this room.
Her sight is well adjusted to the lighting now. She watches as her younger self’s expression moves from haunted to considering. Her shoulders relax slightly, head tilted as she considers Kaina, really looking at her.
“I get out,” she says in a long breath. “We get out. I’m not going to spend 80 years in this box and then die.”
“Nope. You’re going to be okay. Not that it’ll be an easy, painless path, but you know better than to expect that.”
Young Nagant’s gaze is heavy. “And I’m not going crazy.”
“Hah.” It’s hard not to smirk. “That one’s always a toss-up. But it doesn’t matter. You’re going to be okay.”
A sense of peace falls into the room. It doesn’t last very long. The atmosphere starts feeling suffocating once more as young Nagant slowly slips back into her head again, into the bad place with all the haunting thoughts. Not much to be done about it. There’s something cursed about these walls.
But…
Kaina knows there’s a way to make her young self forget about it all, at least for a few minutes.
“Hey,” she calls again. She turns to her counterpart, gently taking her chin into her hand to force her to look directly into her eyes, despite the dim light. “You’re going to make it out. You’re going to be okay. You hear me? You. Will. Get. Out. Focus on that.”
Then she leans forward and kisses herself on the mouth. Young Nagant’s eyes widen, and Kaina tries to impress into her how much she means her words. She tilts her head to deepen the kiss, licking Nagant’s lips until she lets her in, until her tongue can caress Nagant’s teeth, and mouth, and press down on her tongue, not relenting until Nagant moans into her mouth.
There, there. Her younger self’s eyes are closed, fists clenched in Kaina’s dress. Deftly, Kaina unbuttons the prison uniform and slides her hand inside. Her touch is soft and gentle, like she knows her younger self hasn’t felt in too long. She brushes her thumb against a pert nipple and cups Nagant’s breast before caressing her side, touch light as a butterfly, relishing the pleasured shudders and whimpers she’s rewarded with.
Her hand continues its journey, trailing on Nagant’s hip, her stomach, lower. And lower again. She slips her hand into Nagant’s underwear to find her sex, already wet.
Gently, oh so gently, she rubs her clit, then fingers her languidly, pressing into all of the right spots over and over and over again, holding her tight and kissing her the whole time. Nagant’s grip on her dress never falters, the fabric bunching in her fists as she moans and pants against Kaina’s lips, until finally, finally, she shakes under her.
Kaina kisses her neck afterwards, licking the skin but knowing better than to suck a hickey there and leave a mark. There’ll be another place, more discreet… somewhere to give a memory to Nagant. An anchor to help remind her over the next few days that this hadn’t been a dream.
She remembers what happens next, but she’s still surprised when young Nagant reaches under Kaina's skirt to find her panties. Usually, Kaina wore shorts underneath especially if she expected fighting, but today was a day off. She’d wanted to feel pretty.
And young Nagant is certainly enjoying it, pressing her fingers into her mound through the soaked fabric. Hey, not Kaina’s fault her moans and whimpers had been so hot. Nagant bends to dive under the skirt, pushing the panties' lacy fabric aside for direct access and starts licking her.
Ah, fuck.
Kaina manhandles her so the younger Nagant is on all fours above her. She pulls at the bottom of Nagant’s uniform until it can be taken off, same with her underwear.
Breathing heavily, she stops for a second to admire the view. Nagant is above her, only wearing her prison top, fully open with her breasts hanging heavily. She’s shuddering, but for good reasons now, and Kaina wants to give her more.
She locks her arms around Nagant’s thighs to pull her down and lick and suck her fill, without giving her a chance to get away. After an initial cry of pleasure, it seems Nagant doesn’t intend to stay still and she opens Kaina up, doing her best to reach as far as she can with her tongue, and slipping two fingers in to caress her from the inside while she grinds on Kaina’s face.
Dizzy with how horny she feels, Kaina knows she’s not going to last. She focuses on Nagant’s clit, sucking and teasing it with her tongue, using her own moans as vibrations to intensify the experience.
So good. Fuck. Fuck!
Their pace quickly turns erratic, both of them too turned on to last. Soon, Nagant is grinding harder onto her face as she comes and comes, and feeling her slick spill down her chin is all Kaina needs to finally tip over the edge with a long muffled groan.
While they come down, still shaking, Kaina sucks a large hickey into young Nagant’s groin. Somewhere she'll feel every time she walks, every moment her uniform brushes against it. That’s good. Feeling things is good, it’s a luxury.
Once satisfied with her work, she sits up, face still covered in Nagant's juices, and moves into Nagant's lap to kiss her deeply once more. She never stops caressing her body everywhere she can reach, brushing firmly against her skin like she can brand into Nagant’s mind that “this is what gentle human touch is, this is what connection is”, to have her hold onto the feeling for as long as she can. She doesn’t ease up, even as Nagant’s breathing becomes shaky again and her panting turns into non-stop moaning, only broken when she starts begging Kaina for release, sweet words right against Kaina’s lips.
Slowly, very slowly, Kaina slips her hand down again to rub Nagant’s clit in firm but agonisingly unhurried circles, eagerly swallowing the little “please” and “yes” that Nagant mewls into her mouth until, at last, she falls apart once again. Her release seems to take forever, eyes glazed out in endless pleasure, and Kaina sucks on her luscious tits while Nagant rides her orgasm, kind of disappointed to know this will never happen again.
“You will get out,” Kaina tells her again as she lowers Nagant onto the bed. Nagant bursts into tears. “I promise you.”
Two fingers deep into Nagant, Kaina lies above her, thumb on her oversensitive clit. Nagant holds onto her shoulders without complaining, riding the pleasure that Kaina gives her. Kaina couldn’t be any more proud of her. One last time, Nagant clenches around her fingers just as Kaina disappears, regretfully. But she remembered that ending.
She’s back in the alley she got jumped in, close to her apartment. Her bags and packages are nowhere to be found. She rubs the slick off her chin, and wipes off her hand against her dress.
Her skin is buzzing. She’s excited, both because she still feels horny and because it finally happened.
And, as a bonus, she did get a good look at the villain. Maybe hunting her would get rid of her restlessness, get that buzz out of her skin.
And who knows. Maybe she could do a follow-up, and find out if her slightly older self is as eager for another round as she is.