Her Swagless Look And Cringefail Personality Has Captivated Me

“-and take that!” The screen flashes, and, portraying one of the worst 3d animations known to man, Pidgeot launches Brave Bird, finally taking out the last of Ritsuka’s pokemon.

“Aw, man.” Ritsuka nods to themself. “Good game, I’ll admit. Good game.”

Artoria, Caster, she who chants, master of bulbapedia, flashes them a smug grin. “Told ya I’d gotten the hang of it.”

“I’d be winning if we were playing 1^st gen.”

“And we’re playing X & Y, so sucks to be you.”

They stick their tongue out at her, then fall back on the bed, setting their 3ds to the side. She set her own game aside as well, before stretching her arms out. “So. What now? Want to go for another round?”

“Hard pass. At least let me level up another team first.” They stare up at the ceiling for a few seconds, and then, completely casually: “I dunno… wanna have sex?”

Artoria freezes right in place, arms still outstretched above her head. “I- what?”

“Do you wanna fuck?” Ritsuka repeats themself, which makes about as much sense as the first time. “Or we could break out Super Smash Bros, I guess, but I figured you had grown pretty tired of it.”

“I wouldn’t have if you hadn’t made it a point to beat me fifty-four times in a row.”

“You’re the one who insisted to keep going until you won. Which you didn’t.”

The banter is nice, and most importantly, it’s a way for her to gain some time to compute what the fuck Ritsuka asked earlier. Her Fae Eyes don’t lie, but that doesn’t mean Ritsuka is truly genuine about proposing her for casual sex is something she knows how to handle.

So. Ritsuka wants to fuck her. Ritsuka wants to fuck her as a way to pass the time. Ritsuka considers fucking her to be at the same level as playing a game with her or more generally hanging out with her.

Well. That’s. Okay. That’s. Okay so sex isn’t a big deal to Ritsuka. That’s fine. That’s fine! If they’re not treating it as something important, there’s no reason for her to. Keep it cool, Artoria. Keep it cool. “Sure, let’s have sex. Why not, right?”

Ritsuka smiles as they sit up. She doesn’t smile back- they’d pick up her nervousness if she did- but instead focus on acting only mildly interested. “Great! Kisses okay?”

Sure?? Maybe?? She’s never even kissed anyone, how is she supposed to know if that’s fine??? “Yeah, sure.”

Taking it as an invitation, they lean forward. She’s hyperaware of the way they cup her cheek, the slight tremble of their fingers, the warmth of their palm- and then, they lean in.

She’s not sure what she expected, really. Stories always make kisses into these big, groundbreaking things, fireworks and thunders and a bunch of other flashy things. Realistically (some might say cynically) she’s always figured that it must be comparable to touching a soft cushion; nice, but not possibly that good.

The reality of it is somewhere in the middle. This doesn’t light sparks behind her eyelids. But it does stroke a low fire in her belly, slowly, softly. It’s nice, is what she means. Not maddeningly so, but nice. Ritsuka is quite tactile by nature, but Artoria doesn’t think she’ll ever stop treasuring friendly physical contact (a lifetime of touch starvation will do that to you.) So: this is nice, and she likes it. Then Ritsuka slips a tongue past her lips, and it turns to really nice, which she really likes.

She quickly become distracted, however, by Ritsuka’s hands on her shoulders. They’re pushing gently, seeking to get her down. That thought sends her heart racing, but not in a good way; the very idea of showing her literal vulnerable underbelly to anyone makes her sick, Ritsuka included. This is nice, but if this keeps going they might realize that she has no idea what she’s doing, so she has to put a stop to this, and fast.

She responds by pushing on their shoulders, a short but strong slap that sends them stumbling down. They fall flat on their back, blinking up at her in confusion. That confusion turns into a wide grin when she crawls over them, sitting on their belly. “Shoulda figured that’s how you like it.” They muse out.

She doesn’t correct that assumption, leaning down to kiss them some more. Ah, fuck, fuck, she has no idea what she’s doing. One of her hands wander over their chest. She likes to touch hers when she masturbates, the same principle must apply here, right?? Apparently, it does, because tweaking a nipple earns her a moan on Ritsuka’s part. Okay. Okay!! She can do this. She can so do this.

Ritsuka’s own hands don’t stay idle. They roam over her sides, her back, her ass. She shifts to give them a better grip, and that’s when her knee brushes against something really hard.

Oh. Oh.

Okay. Okay okay okay okay. She parts her lips from theirs and sit back, eyeing at their bulge. She’s watched porn. She knows how to do this shit. Okay. Okay.

Ritsuka whines when she unbuttons their pants, a low needy sound that sends shivers down her spine. She hooks her fingers in their panties and pulls down, freeing their cock. She represses a start when the whole thing flies out. She’s seen bigger in porn, sure, but that’s still very impressive to her (admittedly inexperienced) eyes.

“A-Artoria…” Their face is flushed, an arm hazardly thrown over their head, and damn if it isn’t doing something to her right now. “Please…”

Alright. Alright. She can do this. She takes a deep breath, takes hold of their cock, and leans down to take them in her mouth-

Only to promptly choke when it hits the back of her throat.

“Artoria?!”

Stubbornly, she tries to force that dick further in, to very predictable results. Her throat spasms, struggles against that intrusion, and tears are already forming at the corner of her eyes-

Strong hands grab her pigtails and pull up, forcing her off that cock. A coughing fit immediately overtakes her, forcing her to hunch over.

“Hey, hey, there, there.” Ritsuka must have sat up while she was choking her lungs out, because she feels their hand rubbing against her back. Fuck. This is downright humiliating. “Breathe. Take it slow. It’s okay. It’s okay.”

She refuses to look at them as she slams a fist against her chest. Fucking hell. Her throat hurts, even when the coughing calms down. Fucking hell. She glances down. Surely she can still salvage this-

But Ritsuka’s dick, as if to add insult to injury, is already starting to soften.

Man. Fuck.

“Hey, hey. It’s okay.” Ritsuka wraps both arms around her, pulling her back against their chest. She really, really doesn’t want them to look at her right now, but the hug is nice. Begrudgedly, she accepts it. “I can give you blowjob tips for the next time if you want! But, erm, you can focus on what you’re good at at first. It’s okay. You don’t need to impress me.”

A very nice sentiment, but she can’t help but feel a little offended at that anyways. “It was my first time, give me a break.” Really, it’s unreasonable to-

“That was… your first time sucking dick?”

………………………

“Or… like… in general?”

………………………………………………she did not mean to say that out loud, fuck.

“Oh fuck. Oh fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.”

“You don’t have to rub it in.” She snarls, with just a bit too much vitriol.

“That’s not what I meant! I just- I assumed- people are constantly hitting on you, so I thought…!”

“… people are what?”

“Gareth said you had the strength and courage of a bear. In front of the entire cafeteria! I thought someone had proposed to you by now!”

Ah. Well- first of all, Artoria is gonna have to rethink a lot of her relationships, apparently. That realization doesn’t make her any less defensive, though. “Well they haven’t. Got a problem with that?”

“Yes I do! If I’d known, I would have… I dunno, brought candles or something!” Okay that is not how Artoria had expected that sentence to go. “Put some flower petals on the bed! Played some soft music! I’d have made you feel like a real princess!”

“Ritsuka, chill. It’s just sex. I’m a virgin, not naive.” Sex is about using each other for pleasure. Which is fine- Artoria has no problem with give-and-take relationships. She doesn’t need Ritsuka to pretend it’s anything else for her sake.

Clearly, that’s the wrong thing to say, because Ritsuka falls silent for a couple seconds. Then they give her a quick squeeze, a kiss to the temple, and they get up. “Don’t move.”

They stride across the room, all the way until their cupboard. They spend some time there rummaging, cussing under their breath. More time for Artoria to metaphorically kick her wounds, then. Her throat is feeling better, but her pride still aches.

Eventually, Ritsuka comes back, throwing a bundle of cloth at her face. “There, Put this on.”

She pries the clothes away from her, laying them down, to see… a suit. A nice one, at that. “Fetish of yours?”

“I couldn’t find any princess dresses.”

Her eyes ping true. “… You’re serious.” Her gaze jumps from the suit, to Ritsuka, back to the suit. “I told you, it’s no big deal-”

“Just humor me, alright? Let me fix this.”

… You know what? Sure. Whatever. Whatever makes them feel better.

It feels a bit awkward to strip in front of them, but it is infinitely worse to actually put the suit on. The thing is, predictably, too big for her, courtesy of Ritsuka’s stupid height. She feels like a clown in this, floating in fabric. She hates it here.

“Here. Let me help.” Ritsuka comes back to sit beside her, reaching down to take her arm.

The kisses had been nice, earlier, and so were there wandering hands. Weirdly enough… seeing Ritsuka cradling her arm so gently, rolling her sleeves up to the wrist… focused on nothing but her… it feels almost as intimate. They do it for both arms. Then, they drop on their knees to repeat the process with her pants, and it’s. Uhm. It’s. Uh. It’s.

“There we go.” They look up at her, technically beneath her, and Artoria is feeling many, many conflicting things right now. “Let me just…” They reach up to the tie abandoned around her neck. Their fingers brush her throat as they tie it properly.

“There we go.” They get up then, and pull on that necktie, forcing her up as well. They pull again to force her to turn around, then drag her a couple steps forward, until she finds herself in front of a mirror, and- oh.

“Do you see?” Ritsuka lets her necktie go, then slides behind her, a looming presence behind her reflection. “Do you see what I see?”

Artoria still feels somewhat bad and ashamed from all that happened, but it is increasingly hard to pay attention to these feelings when she’s looking at an absolute hottie in the mirror.

“A beautiful princess.” Ritsuka purrs. “Someone who should be serviced as she deserves.”

“I- I don’t look, uhm, much like a princess, right now…” The protest is more of a throwaway attempt to gather her composure than a real one. She’s always considered herself kinda plain, but right now, she gets it.

Ritsuka lets out a low hum. “A handsome prince, then.”

Ah.

Ristuka’s reflection quirks up an eyebrow as she takes a sharp breath. “… A pretty boy, even. The sexiest, cutest man on the block.”

She presses her thighs together. Which makes her aware of the pants she’s wearing, the way the fabric rubs against her inner thighs, and it is very much not helping.

Ritsuka, meanwhile, flashes her a smug grin. “You have interesting kinks, Sir.”

One of their hands take her shoulder. The other one trails up, slowly, exploring first her collarbone, then the front of her throat, to finally cup her jaw. “Look at this strong jawline, this sharp face… what’s not to love here? What’s not to inspire respect, devotion?”

And the strangest part is- all of their words ring true to her eyes. Artoria is fully aware that she is a shrimp barely scraping a meter and a half, hardly a model of masculinity- yet, right now, Ritsuka seems to genuinely believe from the bottom of their heart that she is the most attractive thing on earth no matter the gender she’s playing as.

“Ah.” Their thumb slides past her lips, poking at her teeth. “Your glamour’s slipping, sir.”

And indeed; the canine they’re stroking is much sharper than that of a human. How can it not? How is she supposed to keep herself together when they’re acting like this?

She acts more by instinct than actual conscious thought; her mouth opens, sucking Ritsuka’s thumb deeper inside, and she clamps her fangs around that finger. The flesh wields easily under the pressure, as if welcoming her home.

“Oh, biting’s your thing? Alright.” They clear out their throat, and then, in a much more dignified tone: “indulge as you wish, Sir.”

The hand on her shoulder moves to her front, hooking a finger on her necktie. “But I’ll indulge too.”

It’s tantalizing to watch- the knot coming undone, the reveal of her skin past the collar. Then they move to unbutton her shirt. It’s a slow process; their lack of fine motor skills, using solely one hand, make for a terrible combination. She can’t bring herself to care about how long it takes though, not when she’s not Ritsuka’s thumb to chew on, not when their desire drips with their every word.

Eventually, they free enough space to slide a hand to her chest, and they do so. She didn’t put on a bra when they asked her to dress up, so she gets to experience firsthand just how warm their palms are. They squeeze her soft flesh with gusto, letting out a deep sigh. “Fuck. The things I want to do to these tits, Sir.”

Her mouth is too busy to speak right now, but she makes an inquisitive noise, giving their thumb a harder squeeze.

“I wanna suck on them. That’s what they’re for, aren’t they? I want my mouth all over them. I wanna see which bits are most sensitive.” True. “I wanna squeeze them. They’re just the right size to fit in my palms, can you tell? They’re like pocket hand-warmers, just for me. I honestly didn’t know they were this big. They’re kinda hidden in your usual clothes. But God. When you put on your swimsuit. Do you have any idea how I felt? This has been driving me to madness for months.” True. “I wanna fuck them. I want to stick my dick between them and thrust. You’d let me, wouldn’t you, Sir? You’re so good to me.” True. True. True.

She bites, perhaps a bit harder than she intended, and her fangs nick at their skin. The taste of copper fills her mouth. Behind her, Ritsuka chuckles. “Was that a protest? You’re not pushing me away… approval, then?”

Y eah, that sounds, yeah. Yeah.

They take their hand off her chest, eliciting a low whine of disappointment from her- disappointment that is cut off as soon as she realizes their fingers are heading south. She watches as they pull on her belt, then the buttons, her fly…

“Oh.” Their breath hitches when they dip their fingers down. Hers does too. “You’re so hard for me, Sir.”

She is; her clit is hard and swollen, poking as far as it can from its hood, and the rest of her is positively soaked. She rocks her hips against Ritsuka’s hand, because if they don’t touch her right the fuck now she thinks she might actually die.

“No worries, Sir.” They kiss her temple. “I’ll take care of you.”

And oh, how they do.

They follow the pattern of her bites; touching, exploring, and the second they find a spot that make her chomp down harder they insist. Their thumb must be molded after her teeth now, and yet the only thing they do when she draws any more blood is praise her more, that’s it, Sir, you can let go, just let me serve you Sir, use me as you wish.

They break character exactly once, glancing at the mirror. Their pupils are dilated to the extreme and their face is flushed. “God.” They mutter under their breath. “Do you see what I see?”

A young man, breath labored, clothes disheveled, wrecked in every ways that matter. Do you see? Do you see?

Oh, how she sees.

She comes with a muffled moan, teeth sunk so deep in their skin she can feel the precise shape of their bones underneath.

She slumps back onto Ritsuka’s chest, legs trembling. They lightly ug on their thumb, which she takes as a demand to take it back. She lets go of it, and it slides out of her mouth wet and glistening, and trail of saliva still linking it to her.

“Damn.” Ritsuka brings it closer to their face. It’s red and swollen, covered in nicks, tears, and diluted blood. “You really did a number on me, Sir.”

“S-sorry…”

“Nah, that’s fine, don’t worry.” They kiss the side of her head. “So long as you had fun. Much better for a first time, don’t you agree?”

“… Doesn’t count. You… you didn’t put it in.”

She sees Ritsuka’s reflection frowns. “Hey, there’s more to sex than just penis in vagina penetration, yknow. Hell, there’s more to sex than just orgasms-”

That sentence ends in a choked moan when Artoria grinds her ass back against them, confirming to herself that yes, they are very much hard.

“Do… do you really need me to spell it out to you?”

“No, ah, I’m, getting the picture.” Good. Because now that she got a taste she wants more, but she has no idea how to articulate that, fuck she wants to jump on their dick so bad but with how badly she fucked up earlier she’s going to embarrass herself again and-

Their hands come to her hips, steadying her in place. “Relax, Sir.” A tilt of the head, lips at her neck. They don't take control; they're making it into a favor, into servitude, as if she still had any sort of upper hand here. It's stupid, but it calms her down. “ Relax. Let me do this for you.”

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