Satsuki slowly regained her consciousness and felt something soft, warm, and breathing on her chest. Her onyx colored eyes slowly traveled down to see a petite blond sleeping on her abdomen. Her eyes widened. The memories came flooding back in to the girl stuck in reverie.
"Aah!" She screamed when she had tried to move her legs. The pain stung greatly. Even the slightest inch stung. It felt like her kneecaps had been broken by a jackhammer. And her nose also felt like it wasn't supposed to bend that way.
The insides of her mouth also felt like it had been tampered with by a soft foreign object. It felt wet, sticky wet and not from her own saliva. She could still feel Naruko's tongue ravaging hers. And it was in no way invited.
She tried pushing the blonde haired psycho to the side and limp to the door, but she had quite a grip on her. Her arms felt like steel wrapped around her body. It was squeezing her. Not to the point that it hurt, though. But it definitely told her that escape was going to be hard.
Shaking her body in an attempt to loosen it, the arms only wrapped around tighter to the point that she winced a bit, and the expression on her face turned into a look of annoyance then back into a smile again.
Satsuki slumped her head back into the bed. This has been a very traumatizing experience.
What am I going to do now?
Before she could think of anything, she felt the blonde lift her face up from her abdomen.
"Yaaahhh…" She yawned and stared at the frail, injured girl below here. "Had a nice nap, Satchan?"
A stream of sweat flowed down from Satsuki's forehead. She didn't know how to respond. This monster who calls herself Naruko was obviously deranged. There's no telling what she'd do next.
"Don't give me that look, Satchan." She smiled at her and then giggled. "You wouldn't want me to punish you again." Naruko's hands now rested on Satsuki's chest. She was mounting her with both her legs on either side of her hips.
While Satsuki glared at her (she wouldn't allow her to see her scared), Naruko merely looked at her lovingly. This was the happiest day of her life; the day she and her soon-to-be wife were finally reunited. Nothing could possibly ruin her mood. Except maybe for her stupid wife's defiance, but that could be fixed in time.
Sure, she should probably give her a say in this, but it's like her mother once told her:
"It's not about you liking someone, or someone liking you. It's about making sure they can never leave you!"
So she just shrugged and went along with it. Granted, this advice was given when her mother was drunk from a drinking contest with Lucifen, but she like the idea nonetheless.
Plus, screw it; she's a goddess. She gets what she wants.
And all of it justified regardless of the means used because she's a goddess. Puny mortals get no say.
In Naruko's eyes, all of the things she's done and will do to keep her possession was righteous. All of those who dared stand in her way were dirty no good sinners that need to be sent to Hell. Any act that defies her will is automatically a sin. Which was why she had to punish her Satchan when she stepped out of the line by denying her of her rightful ownership of her.
Her defiance was cute, but still…
And that kiss, it was really mega-level cute when she pretended not to like it. She knows she loved every second of it. Satsuki was a slut, her slut. She knew she couldn't resist it when she kissed her. She knew she was deeply in love with her, madly even. She knew Satsuki would do all sorts of crazy things just to be with her, but it's her stupid shyness and pride that keeps getting in the way. Despite it being cute. It didn't bother her that much. She knew all she had to do was show some force so Satsuki can get over her petty insecurities.
Hey, love hurts. And if it meant having to break every bone in her sexy little slutty body and dragging her to their love nest, she would.
But she herself wasn't without her insecurities. She knew that those other humans mongrels wanted her wife for themselves, well she won't have it. They don't have a prayer. Because they're never going to get the chance to see her again.
Now her only other fear was that a god/goddess or an angel, or some other visitor would fall in love with her. What if that happened? They wouldn't dare express any interest in her. She was the Princess of the Gods, the daughter of the true creator the Goddess Yggdra. And the Daughter of Yggdra does not share.
"So Satchan, ready for a second round?" She cupped her face. It didn't matter what her answer was, so she didn't even know why she bothered asking that question. She dived in for another steamy make out session.
Satsuki's eyes widened when she quickly realized what she was up to and drew her head back. Unfortunately, the young girl was lying on a bed, so she could only submerge her head into the soft mattress for so long.
"S… Stop…" Satsuki moaned weakly.
At this point, she was just praying to whatever deity was out there to save her. Which was a desperate action for an atheist.
A knock on the door stopped Naruko. A vein popped up on her forehead as she glared at the wooden frame.
"What the fuck do you want?! We're fucking busy in here!" She yelled at the visitor(s).
"Naruko-chan, it's me…" A voice Satsuki knew all to well answer at the other side. Her blood immediately ran cold. It was her again. "…Erza. I'm with Arturia. We've got some bad news for you."