Poke

Artoria is a rather petite woman.

It’s infuriating, because Morgan is right there as the one other fairy of paradise, and she’s a full head taller than Artoria. Apparently human growth can be stunted by lack of care and intense training while young? She has no idea if that applies to her, but f it does, urgh. Uuuurgh, even.

Point is, when she lays on her side, back against Ritsuka’s chest, squeezing their cock between her thighs, her legs are thin enough that some of that dick pokes out at the front.

“Hey,” Ritsuka’s breath is hot at her ear, their arms wrapped lazily around her midsection, “doesn’t it look like it’s yours from that angle?”

She looks down. That would make for one small cock. But nestled right under her bush, pulsing clit rubbing against that pulsing dick, it’s so, so easy for her to imagine that this proud rod grew from her. The thought makes her hot all over, and she swallows hard.

“You should play with yourself.” Their tongue traces the shell of her ear, sending shivers down her spine. “Show me how it’s done, boy.”

Boy. Her thighs clench at that word, earning her a grunt against the nape of her neck. Her hands are trembling when she reaches down to wrap fingers around that length. She knows, rationally, that she can’t feel through that dick any more than she can feel through Ritsuka’s arm- but right now, right here, she swears she can feel it anyways, phantom pleasure building moans at the back of her throat.

Behind her, Ritsuka buries their face in her hair, breathing heavily. The third time she strokes her cock, they whine, bucking their hips forward, which rubs right against her clit, tearing noises out of her as well.

“S-sorry.” Their hold on her tightens. “I’ll- I’ll try not to move.”

“It’s, uhm, it’s fine.” Much as she’d like to jerk them off now, much as she wants to imagine she’s the one coming all over her own belly- this whole thing is making her crave a very different sort of stimulation. “You can fuck me properly. You don’t have to stick to thighs.”

It only takes a second for Ritsuka to get what she means- the hazards of fucking someone who knows all your kinks. They draw one of their hand back, spraying it against her back, sliding it all the way down until two fingers find their ways between her asscheeks. “And I suppose you want to take cock like a man?”

She nods frantically, face burning. What a fucking thing to feel gender euphoria from- being shoved face down and fucked in the ass until she’s left gaping and dripping with come. She would feel really silly about it, but Ritsuka’s pad is pressing against her hole and it makes for a very potent distraction.

“Alright, handsome. Be a good boy and get on all four. I’ll fuck you like I mean it.”