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Summary: Disgaea Minion Ficlet. Femmeslash. Brawler/Warrior
Notes: After a couple hundred hours, it's hard not to be attached.
Alita knew that she was different in that she didn't want to be Lyss or Lyss' contemporary, the mystic third general that Lyss was always petitioning for.
No, Alita just wanted to fuck Lyss, show her General that her hands were better at soft caresses than punching out enemies. She wanted to feel the warmth of Lyss' naked body as she lay over it, her breasts against Lyss'. She wanted to run her hands over Lyss' nipples, gently pinching them before sucking and running her tongue over them both.
She'd move lower, of course, fingers first finding warm folds and parting them, dipping into the hot wet well of Lyss' body before moving up just a bit to rub Lyss' clit.
Alita could hear Lyss' moans in her mind, soft and short, almost pleading for more.
She liked the thought of the general writhing against her fingers, moving them faster as she spread the fluid that gathered, making each motion count.
Alita couldn't help touching herself, laying on her bed and pulling down her pants, amazed to find herself so wet.
If only her own clit was Lyss', this was just what she'd do, teasing Lyss, taking her right to the edge then backing off, planting one kiss right perfectly on her clitoris.
And then she'd just start licking, lapping up all of that fluid, sweet like any demon, listening to Lyss cry her name, beg for more...
Lyss would come, hard, breathless and panting but still ready to give as good as she got.
Alita would be in metaphorical heaven then, not her own bed with her hands between her legs, crying out in a solitary orgasm as she realized her fantasies were all futile.
Some things she just couldn't have. And some dreams just weren't fair to dream. She wasn't sated, just empty. Yes, it wasn't even fair to dream.
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