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The door handle jiggled as Mira pushed the heavy door open. The setting sun perfectly lighting up the quiet living room, illuminating the push couch and the cool marbled counters. Mira was so tired and sore from all the poses she had to strike. She needed to own that photoshoot, didn’t she? Giving them everything they wanted and more was her sworn duty.
“Rumi! I’m home!” She called, expecting Rumi to be in the kitchen, possibly on call with Zoey to check in on how her trip to see her family was going. Rumi could get so restless when she was left alone to her own devices, their completely new set of throw pillows was proof of that. Rumi had chewed them all up out of pure frustration and pent up energy, that was certainly an interesting scene to come home to.
Could she have left the penthouse? Absolutely.
Was she waiting hours for her girls to get home like an obsessed puppy? Absolutely.
“Rumi?” She repeated.
Maybe she was out somewhere? But she asked their driver beforehand if Rumi had scheduled any rides to places, he was always honest about his work.
Everything seemingly untouched, unchanged from when she left this morning.
“Rumi?” Mira knew she could defend and take care of herself, but that didn’t stop her from worrying, a strong protective instinct seated deep within her bones from her childhood.
[If she has something she wants, others will try to take it - keep it close.]
It’s not like Rumi wouldn’t get protective too, but both her and Zoey believe it's embedded in her demon DNA. Them being seen as her ‘mates’ or ‘pack members’ or whatever obscure fanfiction trope Zoey had compared it to.
Worry later, Mira thought to herself, for now just rest.
Mira rubbed her temples, and began unzipping her branded hoodie to reveal a simple black tank top and still-work-appropriate skirt that reached half-way down her thighs; there's really no need for her to wear all those fancy outfits back to the penthouse, though her girls certainly wouldn’t object. Walking past her room to the shower, but a quiet noise seeping from the bedroom stopped her.
Was that a moan?
Mira shook it off, about to begin walking but there it was again, this time it was louder.
Yep that was definitely a moan. A longer drawn out one at that. And it was coming from… her bedroom?
“Mira~”
The dancer covered her mouth to stop a gasp from slipping out.
Is… is that Rumi?
Mira pushed open the door, expecting Rumi to be playing on Mira’s PC set up that she liked to commandeer on occasion. Despite being a literal millionaire, Rumi insisted on having her account set up and connected to both Mira and Zoey’s PCs. She suspected it was just a ploy to remain close to them, or so that she could scope out their dirty hampers for future raids. That little thief.
She’d usually be playing video games with Zoey around this time. But Zoey wasn’t here right now. Why she would be moaning, Mira had no idea. Rumi wasn’t the type to play more suggestive games, at least to Mira’s knowledge, if her Animal Crossing village on her Switch has any say in it.
No one needs to plant and water flowers for 5 hours straight to get an ultra rare flower colour. Hiatus or not.
The sight that Mira stumbled on was Rumi, almost completely naked, patterns pulsing steadily like a heartbeat, with one of Mira’s shirts on and only her shirt, obviously touching herself.
If the wet lewd sounds weren’t enough, the moans she let out certainly were. Her other hand was white knuckling the unmade bed sheets, claws clenched tightly around the fabric.
Mira swears she made her bed before leaving for her photoshoot.
How long had it been until Rumi began fingering herself like this? There was a dark and obvious wet patch that gave it away, along with her shaking legs and hurried breaths.
This definitely wasn’t her first orgasm of the afternoon.
The view of Rumi being stretched out, vulnerable and ripe for the taking made Mira groan. She quickly covered her mouth again, trying to keep a groan slipping out between gritted teeth.
It was too late. Rumi’s head snapped towards the crack in the door, growling fiercely at the perceived intruder.
Mira slinked out from behind it, hands up in surrender. “Easy girl, it’s just me.”
Rumi’s grin was wide and dopey, the smell of sex hung like fairy lights in the room, her fangs poked out from her mouth, catching on her bottom lip.
The demon began looking her up and down salaciously, scanning for any signs of weakness or falter. And she was STILL touching herself.
‘God. Rumi is so beautiful’ Mira thought, suddenly becoming aware of the straining of her underwear hemming and the tight sensation pressed against her thigh, she was most likely showing through her skirt despite it’s flowy design.
Rumi shifted, allowing Mira to take in the full view, or as much as she could from her position in the doorway. Two fingers, knuckle deep, hilted inside of her and still moving in and out, purring like a content cat [or tiger] fresh off a large serving of wet food.
At her next moan, head tilting back against the pillow, Mira made her move closer to the bed to get a better view of the heavenly actions being demonstrated by their demonic singer.
Mira’s jaw dropped, Rumi smirked, pulling her fingers out and up to her mouth, sucking on them without breaking eye contact with Mira.
An exaggerated ‘pop’ snapped her out of her daze, blinking furiously to get her eyes to focus. FOCUS!
Mira swallowed hard. So hard. SO. FUCKING. HARD.
Rumi crooked her fingers towards Mira, who was still watching with sinful intention and delight, frozen to the spot, beckoning her forward.
“Are you going to keep watching or are you actually going to do something about this?” Rumi purred, sliding her fingers out of her, slick dripping down muscular thighs and onto the sheets, spreading herself open willingly for Mira.
All for Mia.
Those words made the pink-haired woman tense up like never before. She carefully walked towards Rumi, who hadn’t taken her eyes off her and had moved to an upright position, legs spreading enticingly further.
Mira kneeled in front of her on the bed, scooting forward, hands gripping at the tight material of her, now unbearably tight, underwear, unable to not look Rumi in the eye. Golden eyes stared directly into her dark eyes, like sun streaks peering through the clouds during a hurricane. It certainly felt just as extreme and tense.
Rumi’s hand moved closer, pushing on Mira’s chest so she was sitting down. Rumi got up on her haunches, shifting closer, closer, closer– until she was straddling Mira’s lap.
Mira was practically shaking in anticipation, Rumi began to shift in her lap, rocking gently back and forth, grinding down onto her throbbing dick.
“Long day?” She hummed in Mira’s ear, kissing along her jawline, down to her collar bones where she nipped playfully.
Only a moan came as a response, as Mira’s eyes rolled back, she gripped Rumi’s thighs who had started pushing up the edges of her loose skirt, and playing with the elastic of her underwear; grey and flexible with a prominent wet stain right where she could see her favourite meal twitching in anticipation.
“Aww,” Rumi spoke, her voice wicked and soft, like the velvet of a coffin, “You’re so pent up already baby.” She was fidgeting with the collar of Mira’s cropped shirt, revealing the tight black sports bra that held her breasts so nicely. “I’ve been thinking about you all afternoon.”
“Fuck Rumi... I–” Mira stumbled over her words, flinching at the sensation of Rumi gently enthralling her throbbing member with her rough hand, positioning it at her entrance.
“Shh shh shh,” Rumi hushed her, holding a finger over her mouth, “I’m going to help you forget all about today. You just sit back and enjoy yourself Mimi. M’kay?”
Mira nodded.
This prompted Rumi to slip onto Mira’s cock, the slick making it effortlessly easy to mount her and begin rocking.
“You’re such a good girl for me.” Rumi smiled, pulling Mira into a deep kiss, tongue prodding at her lips, begging for submission.
The dancer was groaning between kisses, being so deep inside her lover. She leaned down, nipping gently at Rumi’s gorgeously patterned skin.
“You can bite, baby. I like showing off who I belong to.”
[Fucking hell that’s something she’ll need to discuss with both girls later.]
Mira opened her mouth wide, biting down on the tender flesh between Rumi's shoulder and neck. Mira sucked and soothingly licked and nipped continuously over the same spot, the demonesses fingers scratching into her back as they rocked together.
This would most certainly be visible for a week. Minimum.
The thought made Mira double her efforts in pumping into Rumi. Not powerful strikes but long and drawn out, agonisingly slow, making Rumi squirm impatiently each time her sweet spot was hit.
Mira slowly reached her peak, the stimulation of her cock hilted inside Rumi, her nails digging into her pale back.
Mira grabbed tightly around Rumi, pumping harder and faster, falling over the edge and filling her full of her cum.
Reaching a hand down, to circle Rumi’s pretty and throbbing clit. Lightly at first, but swiftly picking up the pace, bringing Rumi to her climax as well.
“Feel better after the long day?” Rumi asked, massaging Mira’s scalp with her sharp claws that slowly began retracting to a more suitable length for head scratches. “How was the photoshoot?” Her eyes were heavy and her voice breathy.
“I love you.” Mira said, kissing Rumi deeply, sliding over with each part of their lips until her reached her cheek.
“I love you too.” Rumi responded.