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The smell of tatami mats was familiar. Zanka's room was lined with them; much of the Nijiku estate was. But the ones in ryokans, hotels and inns always seemed to carry a distinct scent, like they were freshly put in. Perhaps that was only due to Zanka becoming too accustomed to each mat within her home, often having her eyes glued to the floor with her head bowed, giving her plenty of time to study the floor and take note of every mark. Here, in an unfamiliar place, was a fresh start.
Zanka stared down at her lap, smoothing out her clothes nervously as she waited for company to return. It had felt like hours since the shower turned off, followed by on and off humming flitting by her ears from the bathroom. She chewed at her lip; the woman who saved her life, the foreigner she’d been searching for had so kindly invited her in, even letting her rant about her dearest Aibō that her family so despised. She could wait as long as this woman needed.
The bathroom door clicked, then slid open. Enjin emerged in a thin, dark blue yukata tied loose, falling a little low in the front and letting her tattoos (and more) be on full display. She ran a hand through her hair, pushing her bangs back into their usual state only for them to fall back forward and rest on her forehead. Her eyes met Zanka’s, crinkling with a smile. “Sorry to keep you waiting,” she spoke a little quietly, taking a few steps closer to the table by the window where Zanka sat politely.
”N-Not at all,” Zanka mumbled in reply. She tore her gaze away from Enjin’s chest and stared back at her lap, feeling her face flush. “Thanks for havin' me.”
Enjin sat beside her, cross-legged and close enough for their knees to brush. “Of course, pretty girl. I was so happy to see you again.”
Zanka squeaked a bit at the compliment, looking back towards her to deny it, but the current sight of Enjin was enough to make her mind spin. It shouldn’t. They were both women. It was nothing Zanka hadn’t seen, except that her own chest was a little smaller. “I… um… I was, too…” she murmured.
”Glad to hear it.” One of Enjin’s hands lifted up, manicured and short with dark polish, to brush through Zanka’s hair, and while Zanka had long learned to stop flinching and instead brace for impact, she couldn’t help but watch the movements of her hands with wide-eyed curiosity. Enjin could’ve slapped her, right then and there, and Zanka would’ve been just as entranced. “You and your Aibō make a lovely pair, Zanka,” she whispered, scratching softly at her scalp, “the Cleaners could use a strong girl like you.”
”'M not that strong…” Zanka shivered, eyes fluttering shut as she leaned into the touch.
”You are.” She heard Enjin scooting closer, felt the warmth nearby. “So strong. So pretty. Perfect kinda gal.”
”Y—You don’t hafta shower me with compliments to get me to join the Cleaners, Enjin,” Zanka huffed, regaining her composure to shoot a look her way. It was met with amusement. "I already said I wanted to."
“Maybe not, but it’s fun watching you squirm.” Enjin used her hand to nudge Zanka's head gently towards her until her temple pressed on Enjin's chest. Zanka felt her face heat up, stiffening her shoulders, but did her best not to move away. Enjin continued to pet her hair, light scrapes when she combed through the longer bits down her back, parting it in the middle and tossing it over each of her shoulders.
Zanka let her eyes shut as she leaned against Enjin, the soft pillows of her chest. Her elder sister hadn't allowed her to rest on her like this since for several years, long before she joined the academy. It was hard not to bask in the feeling as Enjin held her like she was the most precious thing in the world.
"Are you comfortable, Zanka?" Enjin teased in a low, quite voice, the ends of her breath warm on her hair. When Zanka nodded, one of Enjin's hands dropped to her shoulder, pulling her further until Zanka was practically on her lap with her cheek right on one of Enjin's...
"Miss — I, I mean..." Zanka looked up, "Enjin, this is..."
Enjin smiled down at her. Her hand trailed up and down Zanka's back, fingertips following her spine and making her shiver.
"...It's... nice..." Zanka murmured with a shaky breath, melting in Enjin's arms as she let the side of her face be pressed against Enjin's chest. Subconsciously, she nuzzled into it to get more comfortable.
A quiet chuckle slightly jostled her. "Soft, isn't it?" Enjin puffed her chest out while keeping a firm grip on Zanka's head. "Could fall asleep right there, huh?"
"Mhmm," Zanka agreed, eyes half-lidded and drowsy as she stared at Enjin's skin. A bit darker than her own, tanned, with swirls of dark ink that disappeared beneath the lapels of her yukata. With how loosely it was tied, Zanka could just barely peak under the fabric and see a little more of the tattoo as it curved around her breasts; Zanka's face flared, stiffening in Enjin's lap and turning her head away. How disrespectful, she thought, biting her lip, to look at her like that when she was just being kind.
"What's wrong?" Enjin cupped the back of her head and turned her back, bringing them face to face. "You don't need to be embarrassed about anything, Zanka, it's okay."
"I..." Zanka chewed at her lip. "Y-You're, just..." Enjin tilted her head, the longer hair of her mullet peeking over her shoulder. It was thicker, curlier than Zanka's — she was curious. She wanted to run her fingers through it, maybe bury her face.
Enjin's hands landed on each of Zanka's shoulders, pushing and pulling to bring Zanka closer — not just face to face, but chest to chest. In a panic at the sudden movement, Zanka's hands flew to each of Enjin's shoulders for balance, holding on tight. With their height difference, Zanka's chest slotted below Enjin's, bringing the latter's breasts right to her face. Oh, wow. Zanka's face somehow got warmer.
"U-Um..."
"Seems like you like 'em," Enjin chuckled. Her hand returned to the back of Zanka's neck to lightly scratch, making Zanka subconsciously tilt her head into the touch and thus look up and make eye contact, where her embarrassment was on full display. Zanka was fully on her lap and trapped in her embrace. "Do you?"
No way she could answer that. Zanka bit her trembling lip as she stared at the cleavage in front of her. "I..." Enjin's thumb slid down the crook of her neck to slip beneath the fabric of her top and rub small circles into her shoulder. It was... reassuring, gentle. "I do," she managed to spit out, nervously glancing up with wide eyes.
Enjin's pretty, pink lips quirked up with amusement. She continued to massage the back of Zanka's head as she leaned in closer, noses brushing, to whisper, "do you want to touch?"
"T-Touch?!" Zanka blinked fast, squirming in her seat as the thought of it ran through her mind. "W-With my... my hands?"
Enjin nodded, that soft smile ever-present. Zanka stared in surprise, her face surely bright red, before glancing back down at Enjin's chest. Her breasts were bigger, much bigger than Zanka's, maybe the biggest Zanka's ever seen; other women have always appealed to Zanka, and she found herself discretely taking in their beauty. She'd once caught Kyouka in a passionate kiss with another girl from her class back when she was too young to comprehend it, only to be reprimanded by her older sister and promise not to say a word. Whether the taboo was them both being women or romance in general as Nijiku, Zanka didn't know — still didn't. She couldn't ask. She was expected to just know.
"...Yes," Zanka managed a small nod, letting her hands fall from Enjin's shoulders and sit readily on her lap. Enjin giggled, soft and breathy, then reached under the lapel of her yukata to cup her breast and lift it over the fabric. Zanka nearly short-circuited at the sight. She was bra-less, though Zanka had already figured that out; something Zanka was never allowed to be as it was immodest, and through her nipple was a thin metal bar with a ball on each end; a sign of rebellion that Zanka would surely get disinherited for even considering.
Enjin took her wrist between her thumb and index finger to guide her hand up, pressing it right against her breast. Zanka continued to just stare, unsure of what to do. Holding another woman's breast in her hand, a naive fantasy that Zanka kept to herself that she was now living out. She looked up at Enjin cluelessly. Enjin laughed at her face, and Zanka shrunk beneath her with shame. "Hey, it's okay," Enjin soothed, pressing her palm to the back of Zanka's hand to maintain the contact. Her other hand returned to comb through Zanka's hair. "Just do what you want. There's no wrong move."
With her lip between her teeth, Zanka nodded, letting her gaze fall from Enjin's face back to the breast in her hand. She gave an experimental squeeze, feeling the fat squish between her fingers. Another squeeze, then another — it was fun. Zanka swallowed down the saliva that had built up under her tongue and continued to curl and uncurl her fingers, feeling the metal piercing roll on her palm. Enjin hummed thoughtfully.
Curious, Zanka let her hand trail down, catching the nipple between her index and middle fingers and brushing the piercing. Enjin let out a swift breath; Zanka stopped, staring up with worry. “Hmm?” Enjin peeked down, “you’re alright, pretty girl. You’re doing good.”
Zanka tried not to smile at the praise, the warmth of it soaking into her abdomen and settling lower. She gently squished her fingers, rolling her nipple between them. Enjin sighed with bliss. “…did it hurt?” Zanka poked at the piercing, “to get, I mean.”
“It did,” Enjin said, eyes distant for a moment, “but it was worth it. Made it more sensitive there,” she grinned, squeezing Zanka’s shoulder, “…feels nice, Zanka.”
The idea of making Enjin feel good makes her shiver in delight, focusing back on squeezing and touching, little attention to the unconscious movements of her hips. Enjin’s fingers interlocked with her hair again.
”…Zanka,” she murmured, and Zanka glanced up, “why don’t you try with your mouth?”
Zanka paused. “My… mouth?” Her tongue darted out to wet her lips subconsciously as she started back at Enjin’s breast.
”Nice and warm,” Enjin breathed out, nudging Zanka’s face forward until her lips brushed against the nipple. “Give it a try.”
Zanka swallowed, then nervously looked up as she licked up along Enjin’s nipple, from each end of the areola. She brought her tongue back down, then drew small circles and closed in on the nipple.
”That’s it, Zanka,” Enjin sighed, “good girl.”
An involuntary moan escaped Zanka’s throat as she gave the breast an open mouthed kiss, lips pinching her nipple and lightly sucking. Her hips rolled forward with a small arch of her back. Enjin grabbed her hair a little tighter, a soft moan leaving her lips.
”That’s it, Zanka,” she smiled, “so good, you’re doing so well.”
Something was aching between Zanka’s legs — arousal. Not an unfamiliar feeling, but one she’s never properly dealt with, unable to do much but brush herself against Enjin’s muscular thigh. Enjin let go of Zanka’s hair, the lack of grip making Zanka pull away and pant in front of her. Enjin’s hand reached for her other breast, lifting it over the fabric. The yukata slowly slipped off her shoulders to bunch up above her elbows. Enjin gently tugged her face forward again, and Zanka continued to lick along her nipple when her left wrist was suddenly grabbed. Her other hand was pressed to Enjin’s breast, now. She glanced up at her, received an expectant, pretty glance, and got back to work.
Enjin sighed in content, one of her arms falling back behind her to lean against, the other finding Zanka’s hair once more. She lapped at one nipple, tugged lightly at the other, and listened to Enjin’s pleased breathing and her occasional exhales of “good girl,” and “that’s it.” They gradually seemed to stiffen, perking up against her tongue as it pushed and rolled over the piercing on each side before she leaned closer, lips pressed to the ends of her areola, and sucked. Enjin let out a moan, her head falling back - Zanka felt something pulse. "Oh, Zanka," she hummed, brushing some of Zanka's hair behind her ear and cupping her cheek, "you're a natural at this, baby. Here, switch sides."
Zanka let Enjin guide her mouth to the other nipple to give it the same treatment, excitedly getting to work and reaching up to hold the other breast. She continued to suck, taking in the taste of her skin as her eyes switched between following the swirling tattoos and glancing up at Enjin's face. Honestly, it didn't really taste like anything, only the faintly salt of skin, but the scent of the vanilla bodywash sticking to her skin acted as a placebo to make her almost taste something sweet. It was mesmerizing. Zanka was lost in it.
When Enjin tugged her away, she was panting and breathless, blinking fast to regain herself. She glanced up. Enjin was smiling all smug, and Zanka shivered beneath her gaze. Sitting up, the hand Enjin leaned back on came up to rest on Zanka's hips with a firm grasp, effectively stopping their faint rolling movements that she had just recognized. "What's this, baby?" She tapped against her waist, "you feel something?"
Zanka felt her face flush. She hadn't been paying much attention to her own body, but the heat in her stomach was pooling, throbbing below. "U-Um..."
Enjin's hand slid up her body to rest lightly on her right breast, a faint squeeze. "Don't be shy, pretty girl. Do you want me to touch you, too?"
God, yes. Zanka just realized how badly she wanted that, Enjin's hands on her. She was so, so curious what it would feel like, to let Enjin do what she wanted - but she shouldn't. Really, really shouldn't, as a Nijiku, as a fighter, as...
"Hmm?" Enjin rolled her thumb over a clothed nipple, perking up through her thin bra.
Zanka couldn't resist. She already knew she wasn't strong. "Y-Yes, please, Enjin," she breathed out, trying not to quiver in her grasp, "please..."
Enjin smiled triumphantly, cocky like she already knew the answer, then wrapped her arms around Zanka and tugged her close. Zanka squeaked in her grip with surprise as she was moved around, pulled and pushed backwards. She landed on the futon, her long hair fanned out beneath her and Enjin on top of her.
Enjin on top of her, yukata falling apart, her chest on full display.
Zanka's heartbeat sped up within an instant. She watched as one of Enjin's hands reached for one of her jinbei's ties, pulling it open and unwrapping the fabric, then grabbing the other. With the other side undone and tossed to the side, Zanka was exposed from the waist-up, nothing but a thin bra keeping her modesty. Her heart rammed against her ribcage as Enjin reached towards it — but her hands went further, to her shoulders, where her shirt still covered her upper arms. "Sit up a little," she whispered, "let's get this off you."
Nervously, Zanka obeyed, focusing on steadying her breathing as she sat up and let Enjin tug her sleeves off, removing the last of her shirt and tossing it off to the side. Now, Enjin reached again, fingers hooking under the strap of her bra, sliding down the underside until she reached the cup, then followed the edge of it. She slipped her hands behind Zanka and slowly, hook by hook, removed her bra. The straps slid from Zanka's arms as Enjin tugged it forward, and it joined her discarded shirt.
Enjin pushed her back down with a delicate nudge against her shoulder, and Zanka's bare back hit the futon. She shuddered with her full body as she stared up at Enjin, completely vulnerable, waiting for her next move.
"You're so pretty," Enjin whispered, lips curling.
"I—" Zanka chewed at her lip, "c-compared to you, I'm..."
"Shh. None of that." Enjin pressed a finger against her lips before letting it trail down her chin, neck, down to her cleavage. Zanka watched it the whole way. "People have preferences, of course, but all sizes are beautiful, Zanka. Perfect."
Preferences, huh. Zanka looked back up at Enjin.
"Me?" Enjin's fingers danced around her left breast, delicate presses here and there, "no preferences. Tits are tits. I love 'em all."
The crude wording made Zanka groan in embarrassment, looking away until she suddenly a soft kiss on her right nipple. Her eyes shot back towards it, her face getting hot as Enjin's lips wrapped around her nipple and sucked. It wasn't a sharp, overwhelming feeling, nothing too strong — it was a subtle warmth, slowly building up in her chest and spreading throughout her body. She bit her lower lip with a sudden inhale of surprise. She hadn't known what to expect, only that it would feel nice from Enjin's words, and that it did.
Enjin pinched her nipple between her fingertips, rolling it around, as she flattened her tongue against the other one, sliding it along the length of her tongue until it reached the tip, then swirling around. At that, Zanka felt a little pride at having done that herself without any prior practice, just as much as she felt a hazy pleasure spread throughout her. "Feels good, Zanka?"
Zanka nodded quickly, shutting her eyes to bask in the feeling. Enjin switched sides to suck on the other nipple while her large hand cupped the other and squeezed. Enjin's chest was pressed against Zanka's ribcage as Enjin continued to bury her face, enthusiasm growing by the second. The noises grew louder, slurps and kisses sounding more and more lewd as Enjin teased Zanka's breasts over and over until she finally pulled away, holding herself above Zanka with panting breaths.
"Whew, got a little lost in it for a second," she chuckled to herself, planting her hands into the mattress below Zanka's armpits. "How are you feeling, pretty girl?"
"I..." Zanka shivered, pressing her lips into a thin line to stop herself from saying anything stupid. Enjin looked so gorgeous above her, hair falling perfectly over her shoulders, and Zanka wanted to...
"You want more, Zanka? I can give you plenty more." Enjin rolled her thumb over her nipple again.
"Can —" Zanka sat up slightly, propping herself up with her elbows, "can I kiss you?"
She hadn't meant to blurt that out. Enjin's eyes widened, lips parted with surprise, and Zanka felt the embarrassment bubble up. Just when Zanka felt like she'd ruined it, Enjin finally smiled again, still so soft, so tender. "Of course you can, baby. Good girl, asking for what you want," she murmured, leaning closer and cupping her cheek, "so good."
Enjin closed the distance; it felt like a dream. Zanka was in too much shock to properly kiss back, not that she really knew how, letting Enjin's lips take the lead. Her lips pursed and pressed against Zanka's, remaining still for a moment, until she pulled back just a few centimeters. She leaned back in to nip at her bottom lip, licking along it — Zanka let her lips part slightly in response, lightly trying to reciprocate however she could when Enjin's tongue slipped into her mouth. Zanka let out a noise of surprise, eyes blinking open as Enjin licked along her teeth then snuck further in. Zanka had no idea what to do. Slowly, she began to lightly suck on Enjin's tongue like she'd done earlier, until Enjin pulled away.
Zanka was once again left open-mouthed and panting. Enjin, finally, looked a little more disheveled, her face tinted a light pink as she smiled. "You're good, baby. Doing a great job," Enjin whispered, "just follow my lead."
She leaned in again, this time with her lips already parted and her hand tangling in Zanka's hair while the other rested on her jaw. Her tongue slipped in deeper, coaxing Zanka's own tongue out to mix with hers until they were more or less sucking on each other's tongues, messy and wet and lewd — it felt like Zanka was doing something she definitely shouldn't be doing, and she loved it. She let Enjin tilt her head and slot their lips together, closer, trying to let Enjin swallow her whole.
Enjin pulled Zanka away first, gently laying her back down on the mattress. "God, Zanka, you're getting me all excited," she mumbled, biting her lip as her eyes trailed down Zanka's body. "You feel it too, don't you? Down there."
Zanka felt her face flare up. She squeezed her thighs together only to realize how wet it was down there — that was new. Was that normal?
She glanced down at her legs as Enjin's fingertips trailed down her stomach, taut and toned from all of her training, down to the waistband of her pants. They were wide-legged and a thin, breathable fabric, which made the touches even through them so warm. She bit her lip as Enjin teased down her thighs over her pants, rubbing against her inner thighs and getting dangerously close.
"E-Enjin, I'm... It's really..."
"Don't you worry, baby," Enjin murmured, her eyes low as she turned to lay on her side, right beside Zanka, her chest pressed against Zanka's arm. "You're doing great."
Zanka nodded slowly in place of a reply, continuing to watch as Enjin moved up her thigh, her hand making a cupped shape as it finally pressed between her legs. Zanka gasped, legs flying together and squishing Enjin's wrist hard. Enjin hissed in pain. "S-Sorry, I'm sorry!" Zanka forced her thighs apart again, "I just — I didn't expect it to feel..."
"You're okay, Zanka, it's okay." Enjin kissed her temple. "Have you ever touched yourself like this, Zanka?"
Zanka shook her head. "Not... I don't really... know how."
"Mmm, figured," Enjin nodded. "That's okay. I can show you." Her fingers stiffened and dragged against it, sending a spark of heat straight to Zanka's head. Zanka let out an embarrassing noise in response. Enjin caressed down, then up, building slow friction between her legs and driving Zanka insane. Her hips involuntarily bucked up into the touch, desperate for more, a subtle whine leaving her throat as she watched the movements. "Feels good?"
"F-feels good," Zanka managed, hypnotized by the sight below. Enjin pulled back, leaving Zanka buzzing and needy, then returned to the waistband.
"Let's take these off. It'll feel even better, mmkay?" Enjin met her eyes with an expectant look. With a deep breath, Zanka gave her a nod to say go ahead. She hooked beneath it and tugged them down, bringing them to her knees, and Zanka helped to kick them all the way off. Enjin grabbed them and tossed them to the side. Now, just in her navy blue underwear, she laid with her arms bent and hands resting at her chest. She was vulnerable, exposed, in a state no Nijiku should ever allow themselves in, yet she felt so, so excited. Her fingers twisted, grabbing at Enjin's falling yukata in preparation as she watching the hand return to stomach, then down, further, sliding down her vulva. Zanka could feel how soaked her panties had gotten with Enjin pressing against them. It was no secret to either of them now. "So wet," Enjin murmured, and Zanka glanced up to see her bottom lip between her teeth.
Enjin cupped her hand again and rubbed against her, up and down, and Zanka slowly began to move her hips along with it, chasing the friction. The heat pooling in her stomach fluttered as it began to build up lower, slicker, hotter. Enjin dragged her fingers up, pressing down with middle and ring, then made a slow, intentional circle.
Zanka gasped, eyes shooting wide open at the sudden pleasure. That bud, hidden underneath its hood, wasn't foreign to Zanka — she'd seen it, studying her own anatomy out of curiosity, but never knew its purpose. Enjin rubbed her clit in small circles with a steady increase in speed, leaving Zanka whining, her legs spreading instinctively as she arched into the touch. "Enjin," Zanka whimpered, "that, ah... f-feels..."
Enjin smiled. "Do you like it, baby?" Zanka tried to answer, but it only came out as a small moan. She nodded instead, biting her lip — Enjin pressed a bit harder for just a moment, and Zanka's head fell back in bliss. "That's it, Zanka. You're so, so pretty like this."
"Hnnghh.." Zanka felt the praise go straight to her clit.
"You like being called pretty, huh?" Enjin chuckled, and Zanka's face must've turned bright red. She could feel that? "My pretty girl. Pretty, pretty Zanka. So pretty."
"Ennnjinnnn..." Zanka whined, clutching lapels of Enjin's yukata harder in protest.
Enjin laughed a little louder. "Sorry, sorry," she placed another kiss on her temple, "hard to resist when you're this adorable."
The heat suddenly overflowed. "En-" Zanka threw her head forward, eyes wide as her legs trembled and spread wider. "That's, wait, it... it feels..!" Her pulse amplified, spreading from her clit down her vulva, to her stomach, legs, then straight to her head. Her vision went white, her grip tightened, and her body tensed all at once until it all snapped. Zanka collapsed backwards, sweating and panting as Enjin's small circles finally began to slow. "Enjin," she heaved once her vision unblurred, "Enjin..."
"I know, baby," Enjin cooed, and Zanka suddenly realized she'd been watching her face during all that. All of that heat flowed to her cheeks. "You don't need to get embarrassed. You're so pretty when you come."
"...Come? I..." Zanka glanced down between her legs through heavy blinks. Is that what that was?
Enjin's fingertips slowly trailed back up, applying only a light pressure over the bud to draw out a swift breath before resting just below her stomach. "How was that? Too much?"
A little, admittedly. Zanka's head was still spinning, but she shook it rapidly. "N-No, I liked it," she insisted, finally loosening her grip on Enjin's yukata and letting her gaze fall back onto her chest.
"Do you want more?"
Zanka swallowed down her nerves. "Yes, please..."
Enjin smiled. She leaned in to press a brief, chaste kiss to her lips, then redirected her attention to her hands as she slipped beneath Zanka's underwear. She tugged it down from the front, and Zanka lifted her hips to help them come off, trying not to show how nervous she is. Enjin could surely feel it, though, shaking against her; she didn't say a word and simply tossed her panties to the side before her hand returned. Zanka pressed her thighs together again. "It's okay," Enjin murmured, fingertips trailing down the crease of her thighs, "we're both girls, baby. Nothing I haven't seen before."
Zanka nodded, then slowly let Enjin toss her legs apart, feeling the cold air of the room against her vulva. The hair down there was dark, like the natural hair beneath her ash-blond strands, covering most of what she could see. Enjin paid no mind, fingers slipping down the slit and pressing lightly as they slid back up — Zanka couldn't help an instant moan at the direct contact — then landing back on the clit. She began those small, slow circles again, gently pulling the hood back when she came up, but her hand retreated back down to collect the slickness gathering there. Enjin sucked in a breath above her, then readjusted.
Enjin was between her legs. Zanka was on full display to her. Her face flushed a bright red as Enjin placed each of her hands on Zanka's inner thighs, soothing them with her thumb, and hummed thoughtfully as she took in the sight of Zanka.
"E-Enjin, I —“
"I wonder how you taste," she mumbled, her lips curling up. "I bet you taste so, so sweet."
"...Taste?" Zanka stared up at her as she clutched the duvet at her sides. The implications were driving her crazy. The warmth of Enjin's tongue...
Enjin backed up as she lowered her head, still holding onto Zanka's thighs as her face got closer and closer.
"You.. don't have to..." Zanka continued to gawk at the sight until Enjin pressed a messy kiss to her clit. She gasped in surprise, feeling Enjin's tongue slid between her outer and inner lips, then across the slit. Zanka moaned, much louder than she meant to, clenching her jaw to try and keep quiet. Her tongue poked inside, swirling around the entrance before coming back up to the bud. "Haaah... ah, th-that..."
"So good," Enjin murmured as she pulled away, her lips glossy. "You taste so good, Zanka. Such a pretty pussy."
"...I...do?" Zanka blinked hazily, barely managing to keep her neck lifted to take in the sight.
"You do." She squeezed her thigh before her right hand came off and returned to tease Zanka's slit again with just the middle finger, up and down. "Let's see if you can take my fingers."
"Yer—“ Zanka's mouth fell open before she could finish as Enjin thrusted inside, an entirely new sensation washing over her. Her words opened up into a moan, sudden and pressing all the air out of her, her hips bucking up. She couldn't tell how deep the finger was as it slowly began to move in and out, rubbing against the walls of her entrance. She shuddered as she craned her neck, lifting herself back up to get a better look, trying to understand what was making her feel so good. A tingling feeling slowing built up in the walls that wrapped around Enjin's finger. "I..."
"What is it, pretty girl? Talk to me." Enjin's voice had a certain lilt to it, like she already knew.
"It feels..." Zanka swallowed roughly, chewed at her lip, "feels... weird."
"Good or bad, baby? If it's bad, I'll stop."
"Good!" A frantic shout left her lips before she could stop it, and her face burned with embarrassment as Enjin chuckled between her legs. "S-Sorry..."
"Love the enthusiasm," Enjin swirled her finger around and wiggled it a little deeper, "you tell me if something hurts, or if you just don't like it, okay?"
Zanka nodded.
"Okayyy?" Enjin's finger curled inside her, pressing against an inner wall. Zanka cried out, clutching the blanket beneath her as the tingling sensation seemed to expand from where that pressure was, shooting straight up to her stomach, tightening in her throat.
"Y-Yes! I will, I will!"
"Good girl." Enjin leaned in again as Zanka caught her breath, kissing her clit gently as her finger curled much slower this time, rubbing small circles against that same spot. Her lips wrapped around the bud, and she switched between sucking and licking as she set her pace. Zanka's every breath became a moan.
The room was filled with them, soft breaths, hums of satisfaction from Enjin, and the slick, wet sounds of fingers moving in and out and a tongue slurping on her clit. Zanka's hips tensed periodically from pleasure, loosening when started to spread, then tightening once more when Enjin would press harder. Slowly, Enjin dragged her finger out, leaving Zanka empty and clenching around nothing as Enjin's tongue flattened against her to rub before she pulled away. "You're too much fun," Enjin murmured to herself, and Zanka felt her body react. "Think you can take another finger?"
Zanka nodded, then remembered what Enjin had said and croaked, "yes," only to slap a hand to her mouth in surprise at how gone her voice was. Enjin laughed aloud, and while Zanka was embarrassed by her voice, the sight of Enjin's wide, open smile and the sound of her pretty voice bursting into laughter left her in awe. Enjin was so perfect.
Enjin relaxed, still wearing a lazy, elegant smile on her lips as she lowered herself again. Zanka felt the tips of two fingers against her, ever-so-slowly pushing in, until they finally entered. A bit of a stretch — Zanka winced, biting her lip, but Enjin swirled them around to help her adjust, and the strain melted into a syrupy pleasure. "Knew you could do it," Enjin whispered, her eyes low and probably watching her fingers disappear inside, "you're so wet. Slid right in." Finally, Enjin pressed her fingers down against that same spot and began to rub. Once again, Zanka all but melted. Her legs spread on their own hoping to get closer as Enjin returned to her clit, teasing the tip of her tongue against it. Zanka's hips jerked up into it. "Mmm, you like that?"
Zanka made a noise of approval, not looking to embarrass herself by trying to speak again, though it was hardly anything more than a whine paired with a nod. Enjin's lips practically suctioned on as she continued flutter her tongue against it, and the heat began to build up faster, a burning, gasping feeling. "En — Enjin! Enjin, that's... that's...!"
All at once, Enjin tugged her fingers out and gave the bud a brief sloppy kiss before pulling away, and Zanka's body stiffened, letting loose. Her head fell back, her hands grabbed at the mattress, and her hips tilted forward as much as they could. She wasn't sure what was happening, only that it felt good.
Her senses returned just a few seconds later, barely catching herself and keeping upright on her elbows as she panted. That wasn't the same as before. It didn't spread throughout her, didn't numb her mind — more of a localized, sudden burst of pleasure. She glanced down between her legs to see that a huge patch of the mattress was darkened and damp. Did she...?
"Good job, baby," Enjin pulled her finger out of her mouth and ran it along her thigh, "knew you could do it, all tense like that."
"I...what? What did I..." Zanka blinked cluelessly.
"Squirted." Enjin patted her fingers against her vulva as if to tell it "good job" too, even just that brief contact making a wet, slapping sound. "Don't worry. You didn't piss all over me."
Zanka's face flushed. Thank god. She would never live that down.
"Though, that can happen if you get super overwhelmed, and if you do, that's on me. No shame in it." Enjin used her index and middle finger to spread the lips, licking her lips a little too hungrily at the sight, and Zanka instinctively wanted to close her legs. She didn't, though. "You don't need to worry about anything, pretty girl. I'll handle everything, tell you what to do."
"...O-Okay," Zanka nodded, her eyelids a bit heavy. That didn't sound too bad. Not at all. "...Um, I'll be in your care..."
Enjin chuckled. "I'll take good care of you," she smiled, resting her head on Zanka's inner knee when she tilted it, then leaned back in and immediately got to work with her tongue. Her fingers re-entered, though they seemed to be a lot less active, instead simply moving in and out while pressed lightly on the inner wall. They still teased against that spot, but the feeling was much less overpowering. More of a slow, tingling build-up. The real pleasure was coming from her clit, where Enjin lapped and slurped as if she were eating her favorite meal, her nose buried in the dark hair, her eyes shut intently. Her tongue swirled, flicked over the bud, picking up speed that made Zanka breathless.
"Mmmph..." Zanka pressed a hand to her mouth, the other one clutching the futon as stared at the top of Enjin's head and the way her pretty eyelashes fluttered. She felt that feeling again, when she came before, when her heartbeat suddenly made its way down to her clit and stuttered, spread, gushed out of her. Not as sudden. Zanka knew what was coming; she rolled her hips against Enjin's tongue with purpose.
It reached its peak. Zanka's head fell back, the hand muffling her noises falling to grip at the blanket as her hips froze in place. Her mind went blank, her jaw fell open, a tear ran down her face, and all she could focus on was the feeling of Enjin, burying herself between her legs and frantically licking. With the ends of her pleasure, her hips were slowly set back into motion to chase it, her jaw clenching as she blinked the world back into to focus. The warmth of Enjin's tongue disappeared, and a pair of golden eyes appeared over her.
Enjin smiled. "Hey, pretty." Her hand, hopefully the one that wasn't just inside of her, came up to brush Zanka's hair out of her face. "How you feeling?"
"Good," Zanka tried to say, though she barely breathed the word out, but Enjin chuckled all the same. There, Zanka felt it - Enjin was straddling her thigh, her yukata rumpled and hiked up, wet against her — and she remembered what Enjin had said earlier: "God, Zanka, you're getting me all excited. You feel it too, don't you?"
Zanka glanced down at the contact.
"Down there."
Between her own legs, something was dripping, too. Her own slickness, probably mixed with Enjin's saliva, still tingling against the cold air. It felt good. Everything had. She wanted Enjin to feel the same.
"Enjin," she murmured, looking up at her, "...can I touch you, too?"
A pause. Enjin's breath hitched above her, her eyes widening in surprise, and Zanka felt her heart drop. Maybe she'd overstepped, she shouldn't ask things like that, not to the woman she respects so dearly — Enjin smiled. Her lips collided with Zanka's, and though they'd been licked clean, Zanka could taste what she could only assume was herself. A little sour, maybe sweet, mostly tangy. Unfamiliar. It only made her more curious as to what Enjin tasted like. Enjin pulled away, her eyes bright with excitement, and said, "of course you can."
Zanka's heart pumped a decibel louder, just for a moment, as Enjin suddenly wrapped her arms around her and flipped them over. Zanka was pressed into her chest once again — Enjin squeezed her breasts together to trap her, squishing her face before she could escape, then laughing presumably at Zanka's now-chubby cheeks. Zanka frowned.
"Sorry, couldn't help myself. You're so cute," Enjin brushed a strand of Zanka's hair back, rubbing it between her fingers as she followed it down to its end, "it's like you belong there."
Zanka felt her face heat up. Not that she'd be very opposed to it, but she glanced away in embarrassment when Enjin laughed again until she felt a hand cup her cheek.
"Alright, sweetheart. I'm all yours." Enjin's thumb swiped across her, the edge of her nail catching her lower eyelashes. "But you don't have to do anything you don't want to, anything you don't like, okay? Just experiment. Have fun down there."
Zanka did her best to tear her gaze off of Enjin's chest and nodded. Enjin smiled, letting go of Zanka and finally undoing the already loosened tie of her yukata, letting it fall completely open. Just in her underwear, a pretty, lacy black pair that Zanka doesn't own anything like, but maybe it would make Enjin feel the same fuzzy feeling if she did. In the future, with the Cleaners. Zanka did her best to repress a smile at the thought as she slowly crawled back.
Enjin's thumbs hooked beneath the waistband of her panties, running under the lace, then tugged them down at a tantalizing pace, clearly putting on a show. She lifted one knee towards her chest to pull them over, then the other, finally dangling from one finger before she tossed them to join the other discarded clothes. Now, Zanka had a full view of her, smirking down at her from where she was lifted on her elbows. She was gorgeous.
The hair down there was clearly groomed, trimmed, maybe recently shaved just around the edges. Much neater than Zanka's natural state, at least. Zanka wondered if Enjin could show her how to take care of herself, too. She shook the thought away — right now was about Enjin, trying to make her feel good just as she'd done for her. Zanka swallowed nervously, then slowly leaned in.
She used her fingers to spread the lips apart to get a better idea of what she was doing, trying to make the connection between what was in front of her now to what Enjin had done before, the spots that felt good — her eyes landed on the clit. With an apprehensive glance up to Enjin's satisfied grin, Zanka leaned forward to place a kiss right on it. Subtly, Enjin's legs twitched at the contact. Zanka tried again, then stuck her tongue out to try licking over it. "That's it," Enjin murmured, eyes half-lidded, "take it nice and slow. Good girl."
Zanka squirmed at the praise, her pulse quickening as she quickly lapped again with a flatter tongue, then with just the tip. She swirled around it, flicked over it, trying everything she could think of and noting what made Enjin's lips fall open, her thighs twitch, her hips roll. Being average meant having to work harder to be good, so Zanka had plenty of practice in trial and error. She pulled back to catch her breath, panting with her tongue hanging low, then licked up from the bottom of the slit to her clit and collecting the wetness spilling out. Pressing her tongue to the roof of her mouth, she took in the taste, finding it very similar to what she'd tasted on Enjin's lips. Tangy, a faint sweetness. Not a particularly good taste, but definitely not bad, and knowing that it was coming from Enjin made it taste so much better. She licked again.
"Mmm, that's nice," Enjin hummed, chewing at her bottom lip as she watched Zanka a little too intently, and Zanka had to avoid looking up so that she wouldn't shy away. She sucked on Enjin's clit again, her jaw sore from the unfamiliar motion, but just like everything else, she could build up the muscle with repetition, practice. She could beg Enjin to let her keep trying, and she was pretty sure Enjin would agree, being the generous soul she was. Curious, Zanka slowly shifted her weight off of a hand and back onto her knees, and slid a finger inside. Enjin's hips rolled into the touch with a gasp.
With how easy one finger fit in, Zanka quickly went to try two since Enjin's fingers were a bit larger than hers, and tried to mimic her motions of rubbing along the walls of the entrance, in and out. Inside felt strange — a little rough, warm but wet, and adjusting to the protrusion of her fingers. Squeezing them, even, and Zanka tried to ignore how that made her strangely excited. She thrusted them in and out as she continued to suck on her clit, the movements of fluttering her tongue becoming second nature as she focused on her fingers. She curled them, and Enjin's thighs twitched with a breathy moan.
"Good girl," she murmured from above, and Zanka squirmed with excitement as she did it again, over and over until she decided to slip a third one. A bit of resistance, but Enjin groaned with pleasure when a hand suddenly found her head. Zanka glanced up to see Enjin smiling down at her as her fingers combed through and interlocked with her hair. "Doing so good, baby, keep going," she mumbled, gently urging her forward again with her new grip. Zanka was always one to do as she was told.
Her fingers curled and pressed, her lips wrapped around the clit, her tongue rubbed and swirled — all in attempt to imitate what Enjin had done to try and get her there, return the favor. It seemed to be working, thankfully, with all three of those getting tired, but she pushed through like she always did as Enjin's grip on her hair tightened, pressing her face against her, breathy moans getting louder and louder. "Fuck, Zanka, that's it. So, so pretty, you look so pretty like this, doing so well," Enjin grit her teeth, "fuck, coming, baby, I'm coming -"
Enjin's ramble ended in a shaky moan, the muscles of her legs drawing in tight as her head fell back. Zanka couldn't move even if she wanted to, frantically continuing her movements as Enjin clenched around her fingers, a clear liquid gushing out onto her palm with the dripping saliva as Zanka glanced up. Enjin's head was thrown back in pleasure. Zanka felt woozy at the sight, taste, and smell of it all, like she could come, too. Her insides twitched around nothing at the idea.
After a few moments, Enjin finally let go, leaving Zanka gasping for air. She glanced down at her fingers as she tugged them out, then slowly brought them to her mouth to taste. Sweeter than before, but maybe she was just high on the feeling of making Enjin come.
A hand cupped her cheek delicately. Zanka looked up with drowsy, half-lidded eyes as the adrenaline of it all faded away with all said and done, and the exhaustion took over.
"You poor thing," she chuckled, "c'mere, baby. Let's get some rest."
Zanka nodded, letting Enjin pull her forward as they both fell back onto the futon. Their bodies were pressed close, Zanka's face buried in her chest once more, as Enjin readjusted, holding her with one arm while the other held open the blanket, then settling below it and sinking into the mattress. Zanka nuzzled into her cleavage.
"Sleep well, pretty girl," Enjin whispered, her voice following Zanka into the sleep that was already settling over her, "I'll teach you more later."