The scratching of Sona Sitri's pen across paperwork ceased abruptly as her office door creaked open. "President," came Tsubaki Shinra's calm voice, "Akeno-san is here regarding the... *noise complaint* from last night's Occult Research Club meeting."
Akeno glided in, her impossibly long ponytail whispering against the polished floorboards. Her violet eyes held a dangerous sparkle beneath the demure smile. "Sona-chan~! So sorry to disturb your important work. Issei-kun just gets so *enthusiastic* during our... *training sessions*. Those delightful little yelps when my lightning grazes him—purely accidental, of course—they do carry through the old walls, don't they?"
Sona removed her glasses, pinching the bridge of her nose where a headache pulsed. "Accidental grazing? Himejima, your 'training' involved Issei Hyoudou pinned against the clubroom's stained-glass window while you straddled his lap, whispering promises about 'voltage sensitivity' in his ear. The third-years practicing calligraphy below reported scorch marks on their parchment." Her knuckles whitened around her pen. "Explain how that constitutes legitimate peerage development."
"Oh, but Sona-chan," Akeno purred, leaning forward just enough to make her E-cup breasts strain subtly against the crisp white fabric of her uniform blouse, "Issei-kun's resilience *is* improving! Why, yesterday he endured fifteen seconds of direct contact before that adorable full-body shudder. And the way his breath hitches…" She trailed off, a flush creeping up her own neck that contradicted her predatory tone. "It's vital research for his Sacred Gear compatibility, truly."
Sona slammed her palm onto the desk, rattling a precarious stack of forms. "Enough! Your 'research' reeks of hormonal sabotage. Keep Issei Hyoudou's… *audible distress* confined to soundproofed rooms, or I'll petition Rias for disciplinary action involving actual chains." Her own breath felt tight, the phantom scent of ozone and Issei's panicked sweat clinging to her memory. "This school has standards, Himejima. Not everyone finds public electrocution foreplay stimulating."
Akeno's smile didn't waver, but her violet eyes narrowed, sharpening like honed steel. She moved with deliberate slowness, hips swaying as she perched herself on the edge of Sona's meticulously organized desk. Papers crinkled beneath her thighs. "Standards? Stress, Sona-chan. You're coiled tighter than one of my lightning whips." Her fingers drifted to the orange ribbon securing her ponytail. A single, languid tug loosened it, letting the waterfall of black silk cascade over her shoulder. "All this paperwork… such a burden for one little king." She leaned forward, the undone collar of her blouse revealing a tantalizing sliver of pale cleavage. "Perhaps you need a… release valve?"
Sona recoiled, her chair scraping harshly against the floor. "What are you doing? Get off my desk immediately!" Panic fluttered beneath her sternum. The scent of Akeno's subtle floral perfume mixed unnervingly with the dusty tang of old documents. She watched, frozen, as Akeno's nimble fingers began unbuttoning her blouse, one torturously slow pearl button at a time. The white fabric parted, revealing the smooth curve of her shoulder, the delicate strap of a lace-trimmed black camisole beneath. "This is highly inappropriate, Himejima!"
"Appropriate?" Akeno chuckled, a low, velvety sound that vibrated in the tense air. Her thumb traced the revealed strap, the pad catching slightly on the intricate lace. "You choke on propriety, Sona-chan. Feel how stiff your shoulders are?" She slid the blouse further down one arm, the fabric pooling at her elbow. The cool office air prickled against her exposed skin. "Let me help you melt. Just a little." Her gaze locked onto Sona's, a predator offering poisoned comfort. "Imagine… no forms, no complaints… just sensation." Her free hand drifted towards the hem of her pleated skirt, fingertips brushing the bare skin above her black calf sock. "Don't you ever crave something… raw?"
Sona's breath hitched, trapped somewhere between outrage and a terrifying flicker of curiosity. The sight of Akeno's deliberate exposure – the smooth curve of her shoulder, the hint of dark lace against pale skin – sent an unwelcome heat crawling up her own neck. Her knuckles were bone-white where they gripped the arms of her chair. "Help? This is sabotage! You think stripping on my desk like some… some cheap distraction will solve anything?" Her voice cracked, betraying the frantic pulse hammering in her throat. The scent of ozone intensified, mingling with Akeno's floral perfume and the sharp tang of her own panic sweat. "Get dressed! Now!"
"Cheap?" Akeno's smile turned dangerous, her violet eyes flashing with genuine hurt beneath the seductive veneer. Her fingers paused on her skirt's hem, knuckles tightening briefly. "Is that what you see?" She leaned further forward, the movement causing her long hair to brush against Sona's clenched fist on the desk. The contact sent a jolt through Sona, electric and alien. "Or are you just terrified," Akeno whispered, her voice dropping to a husky murmur that seemed to bypass Sona's ears and resonate directly in her sternum, "that for one moment, you might stop *thinking*… and just *feel*?" Her other hand rose, fingertips hovering near Sona's temple, radiating a low, crackling heat. "Let me quiet the noise, Sona-chan. Just… let go."
Sona flinched violently backward, her chair scraping harshly. The phantom heat from Akeno's fingers lingered on her skin like a brand. "Feel?!" The word tore from her, raw and ragged. "Feel what? Humiliation? Degradation?" Her glasses slipped down her nose, the world blurring momentarily. She saw the undone blouse, the predatory gleam in Akeno's eyes, the utter chaos invading her ordered space. A visceral wave of nausea mixed with that insidious, unwelcome heat low in her belly. "Your idea of help is manipulation! Get. Out!" The command was shrill, desperate, echoing in the suddenly stifling room. Her own trembling betrayed her. The scent of ozone was thick now, heavy, pressing down on her lungs. Akeno remained perched, unmoving, a dangerous statue of exposed skin and dark promise.
Akeno's smile softened, losing its predatory edge, replaced by something unsettlingly close to pity. She slid smoothly off the desk, her bare feet landing silently on the polished wood floor. The undone blouse hung loose, revealing the elegant line of her collarbone and the intricate black lace beneath. She took a single, deliberate step forward, closing the distance. Sona recoiled further, pressing herself into the stiff leather of her chair, the cold sweat at her temples chilling her skin. "Manipulation?" Akeno murmured, her voice a low hum resonating deep in Sona's chest. "Or honesty? You wear your stress like armor, Sona-chan. It's suffocating you." Another step. Sona could smell the faint floral notes of her perfume mingling with the electric charge in the air, feel the warmth radiating from Akeno's body. "All those rules… all that control…" Akeno breathed, her violet eyes locked onto Sona's wide, panicked ones. "Doesn't it get lonely behind that desk?"
Sona's breath hitched, trapped in her throat. Words failed her. The proximity was overwhelming – the scent, the heat, the sheer presence of Akeno violating the carefully constructed bubble of her workspace. She watched, paralyzed, as Akeno slowly bent forward at the waist, a graceful arc that brought her face level with Sona's. The cascade of black hair brushed Sona's clenched hands resting on the chair's arms, sending shivers up her spine. Akeno's gaze dropped to Sona's lips, her own parting slightly. The air crackled, thick with tension and unspoken electricity. "Just…" Akeno breathed, her warm breath ghosting over Sona's mouth, carrying the scent of mint tea and danger. "...quiet the noise."
Akeno's lips brushed Sona's. It wasn't forceful, but impossibly soft, a feather-light pressure that ignited a wildfire of sensation. Sona froze, every muscle locking rigid. The world narrowed to the impossible softness against her mouth, the faint taste of salt and something indefinably floral. Akeno lingered, deepening the kiss just slightly, her lips molding softly to Sona's unmoving ones. The crackling ozone scent intensified, mixed now with the intimate warmth of shared breath. Sona's hands trembled violently against the leather chair arms, her knuckles white. A choked sound, half-protest, half-shock, escaped her throat as the kiss deepened fractionally, Akeno's hand rising to gently cup the side of her face, thumb brushing her cheekbone. The cool touch against her flushed skin was a shocking counterpoint to the heat blooming in her chest. The meticulously organized office, the unfinished paperwork, the very concept of rules – it all dissolved into static.
Then, abruptly, Akeno pulled back. She straightened with liquid grace, her violet eyes holding a dark, knowing amusement as she looked down at Sona. The Student Council President remained rigid, lips slightly parted, breaths shallow and uneven. Her glasses sat askew, her expression frozen in stunned disbelief. Akeno's smile widened, predatory and triumphant. "See?" she murmured, her voice husky, thick with satisfaction. Her fingers drifted back to her half-unbuttoned blouse. "No more paperwork noise in your head now, is there?" She deliberately popped another pearl button free, the soft *snap* unnervingly loud in the silence. The white fabric parted further, revealing more of the intricate black lace camisole beneath, the swell of her breasts straining against the delicate material. "Just... quiet." Her gaze never left Sona's face, drinking in the dazed panic. "Feels better already, doesn't it?"
Slowly, deliberately, Akeno slid the blouse completely off her shoulders. It pooled around her elbows like discarded silk, leaving her upper torso clad only in the sheer black lace camisole. The cool office air prickled against her exposed skin, causing her nipples to peak visibly beneath the fine mesh. She let out a soft sigh, almost theatrical, as if shedding a burden. "So much... unnecessary weight," she breathed, her eyes fixed on Sona's transfixed gaze. Her fingers trailed down her own ribs, tracing the curve of her waist where the lace met bare skin. "All those layers... hiding what's real." She took another step closer, the discarded blouse sleeves brushing Sona's knees. The scent of her skin, warm and subtly floral mixed with the lingering ozone, washed over Sona, thick and cloying. "Don't you ever just want to... peel it all away?" Akeno's hand drifted lower, fingertips grazing the top button of her pleated skirt. "All the pretense?"
Her thumb hooked under the skirt's waistband. The simple action sent a jolt through Sona's paralyzed frame. Akeno's violet eyes gleamed with dark promise. "Just sensation," she whispered, her voice dropping to a velvet murmur. "No thinking. No rules." Her thumb rubbed slowly over the smooth button, the friction audible. "Just... feel." She watched Sona's throat work, the frantic pulse visible beneath pale skin. "Let me show you." Her fingers tightened on the button, poised to undo it. The air crackled, thick with anticipation and the raw scent of Akeno's exposed skin. Sona remained frozen, a trapped bird under a serpent's gaze, her world reduced to the slow descent of Akeno's hand towards the final barrier of fabric.
Akeno tilted her head, a strand of ink-black hair slipping over her shoulder. "Speechless, Sona-chan?" Her laugh was a low, dangerous purr. "Or are you finally listening?" She leaned closer, the lace camisole brushing Sona's clenched knuckles. The contact seared. "That kiss... did it silence the forms? The quotas?" Her breath warmed Sona's cheek. "Or did it just make you want more?" She traced Sona's jawline with a fingertip, the touch feather-light yet electric. "Admit it. Under all that ice..." Her thumb pressed down on the skirt button. "...you're burning."
Sona jerked back violently, chair legs screeching. "Stop!" The word ripped out, raw and jagged. Her breath hitched, sharp in the charged silence. "This isn't... helping!" Panic clawed up her throat. She pressed trembling fingers to her lips, still tingling from the phantom pressure. The scent of Akeno – floral decay and ozone – clung to her skin. "You think stripping solves stress? It's... madness!" Her glasses sat crooked, blurring the predatory beauty before her. Akeno's half-unbuttoned skirt gaped slightly, revealing a sliver of smooth thigh above her black sock. The sight sent an unwelcome flush scorching Sona's neck. "You're... deranged!"
Akeno's smile widened, cruel and knowing. She slid gracefully back onto the desk's edge, legs swinging like a child's. "Deranged?" Her fingers trailed lazily over her exposed collarbone. "Or honest?" She tilted her head, violet eyes sharp. "You kissed back, Sona-chan." The accusation hung in the air, thick and suffocating. "For three seconds... you melted." She leaned forward, breasts straining against sheer lace. "Deny it all you want." Her voice dropped to a whisper. "Your body remembers." She traced the edge of her camisole where it met bare skin. "So... what happens next?" Her gaze dropped meaningfully to Sona's white-knuckled grip on the chair. "Will you run?" Akeno's fingertip brushed her own parted lips. "Or will you finally... feel?"
The kiss blew across the room—a phantom touch, moist and deliberate. Akeno's lips formed a perfect, mocking 'O'. "Come and get me, Sona-chan." The challenge was velvet-wrapped steel. "Or are you scared?" Her fingers hooked into the waistband of her skirt, pulling the fabric taut over her hip. "Scared of this?" She shifted, letting the skirt ride higher, revealing the smooth dip where thigh met curve. "Scared of what happens when the ice cracks?" Her laugh was low, electric. "Show me that ruthless Sitri pride." She arched her back slightly, the lace camisole stretching. "Come. Silence me." Her eyes dared, gleamed. "If you can."
Sona's breath hitched, sharp as shattered glass. The phantom kiss burned her cheek. Every nerve screamed—*run, scream, strike*. Yet her gaze snagged on Akeno's exposed thigh, the defiant tilt of her chin. "This is... lunacy," she rasped, voice scraped raw. Sweat slicked her palms. The scent of Akeno—ozone and crushed orchids—clogged her throat. "Your... your skirt." The protest sounded feeble, absurd. Her own uniform felt suddenly suffocating, wool scratching her overheated skin. "Fix it." The command trembled.
Akeno merely smiled, slow and predatory. "Make me." She slid off the desk, landing soundlessly. One step. Two. The gap between them vanished. Sona flinched, but Akeno's hand darted out—not to touch skin, but to pluck Sona's glasses away. The world blurred. "Better," Akeno murmured, her breath hot against Sona's ear. "Now you see only me." Her thumb brushed the pulse hammering at Sona's throat. "Feel that?" The touch seared. "That's not anger." Her other hand drifted lower, hovering over Sona's clenched fist. "Uncurl," she commanded, soft as a lover. "Touch the chaos."
Sona's knuckles ached from the strain. Akeno's fingers traced the rigid tendons, a spider coaxing silk. "So tight," Akeno breathed, her lips grazing Sona's temple. "All that control, coiled like a spring." She pressed her palm flat against the back of Sona's hand. Heat radiated through skin, bone-deep. "Let go," she urged, her voice velvet-wrapped steel. "Or are you afraid of what your hands might do?" She applied gentle, unyielding pressure. Sona's fingers trembled, then slackened—just a fraction. Akeno's smile sharpened. "There. Now..." She slid her own hand beneath Sona's, lacing their fingers. "Follow."
Akeno guided Sona's captured hand upwards, inch by torturous inch. The air thickened, crackling. Sona's breath hitched as her knuckles brushed the soft swell beneath Akeno's lace camisole. She tried to recoil, but Akeno held fast, her grip implacable. "Feel it," Akeno whispered, pressing Sona's palm fully against the curve of her left breast. The heat was shocking—radiant, living warmth through the sheer lace. "The weight," Akeno sighed, arching slightly into the touch. Her nipple, taut and pebbled beneath the fabric, pressed insistently into Sona's palm. "Go on," she urged, her voice dropping to a husky murmur. Her own hand covered Sona's, fingers interlacing. "Squeeze."
Sona gasped as Akeno's hand forced hers to compress the yielding flesh. It was obscenely soft, yet resilient—a paradox beneath her trembling fingers. Akeno's sharp intake of breath hissed through the room. "Harder," she demanded, grinding Sona's palm deeper into the swell. The lace scraped Sona's skin, a rough counterpoint to the unbelievable softness beneath. Akeno's hips rolled forward, pressing Sona back against the chair. Her breath came in ragged puffs against Sona's lips. "Feel how alive it is?" she moaned, her violet eyes glazed, triumphant. "How much it wants?" She released Sona's hand, leaving it trapped beneath her own, still kneading. "Now the other one," she commanded, guiding Sona's free hand towards her untouched breast. "Don't make me beg, Sona-chan."
Sona's fingers brushed the taut lace, recoiling instinctively. "No!" she choked out, trying to wrench her captured hand away. The movement only made her fingers dig deeper into the pliant flesh. Akeno laughed, low and throaty. "So stubborn," she purred, catching Sona's fleeing wrist. Her grip was iron. "Touch it." She dragged Sona's hand upwards, flattening it against the right curve. The heat radiating through the lace was a brand. "Feel the heartbeat?" Akeno pressed down ruthlessly. Sona felt the frantic drumming beneath her palm—fast, insistent—mirroring her own. "It's racing for you," Akeno breathed, her lips grazing Sona's earlobe. "Your icy little fingers… so cruel." She shuddered, arching her back, forcing Sona's hands deeper into the yielding softness. "Squeeze them properly," she gasped. "Show me your strength!"
Akeno's hips pinned Sona's thighs against the chair. "You're trembling," she taunted, her voice thick with need. She rocked forward, grinding against Sona's trapped leg. The friction pulled a ragged moan from her throat. "But you're *listening*," she insisted, her hands abandoning Sona's wrists to slide up her own ribs, fingers spreading wide beneath Sona's palms. "Guide me," she commanded, pressing Sona's fingers inward. "Make me ache." She gasped sharply as Sona's thumbs inadvertently grazed her hardened nipples through the lace. "Yes!" The cry ripped from her. "Like that!" Her head fell back, exposing the pale column of her throat. "Harder! Crush them!"
Sona's hands convulsed, trapped beneath Akeno's desperate grip. The sheer *weight* of her breasts filled Sona's palms—warm, impossibly soft silk stretched taut over firmness. Akeno whimpered, grinding down harder. "Don't stop!" she pleaded, her voice cracking. Sweat slicked the space between Sona's fingers and the lace. "Make them hurt!" Akeno's own hands flew to Sona's shoulders, nails digging through the uniform blouse. "Feel how wet you make me?" She slammed her hips forward again, a choked sob escaping her lips. The scent of salt and musk bloomed thickly in the air. "Just… squeeze!"
Suddenly, Akeno released her hold. She surged forward, capturing Sona's lips in a searing, open-mouthed kiss. It wasn't gentle. It was possessive—a claiming. Her tongue swept against Sona's, tasting of ozone and desperation. Sona gasped into it, a strangled sound swallowed by Akeno's hunger. "Take me," Akeno breathed against her mouth, the words vibrating against Sona's tingling lips. Her hand fisted in Sona's hair, angling her head back. "Right here. Right now." She bit Sona's lower lip, a sharp sting that made Sona jerk. "Stop thinking. Just *fuck* me, Sona." Her other hand raked down Sona's front, claws catching on the stiff wool of her uniform blazer. "On the desk. Clear it off. Bend me over the polished wood and take what you want." Her voice dropped to a guttural rasp. "I want your hands. Your mouth. Everywhere. Prove you're not just paperwork and ice."
Sona trembled, the taste of Akeno—electric and floral—flooding her senses. The world narrowed to the heat of Akeno's body pressed against hers, the frantic pulse hammering in the hollow of Akeno's throat where her lips had just been. "You're… insane," Sona managed, her voice wrecked. Yet her traitorous hands were still splayed on Akeno's lace-covered breasts, fingertips registering the frantic thud of her heart against the thin barrier. The cool wood of her desk pressed against her back through the thin fabric of her uniform. "This solves nothing." The protest felt flimsy, hollow. Akeno's thigh pressed insistently between her own, a dangerous pressure against the wool of her skirt.
Akeno laughed, a low, dark sound that vibrated against Sona's collarbone. She pulled back just enough to meet Sona's blurred gaze, her violet eyes molten. "Liar," she purred, grinding her thigh harder. The friction sparked a shocking jolt deep in Sona's belly. "You want the chaos. You crave the ruin." Her fingers traced the shell of Sona's ear, sending shivers down her spine. "Feel how wet I am?" Akeno whispered, guiding Sona's captured hand down her own stomach, past the bunched skirt, towards the damp heat beneath. The lace hem of her panties met Sona's knuckles, slick and warm. "It's all for you. Because you finally touched me without flinching." She nipped Sona's jaw. "Now finish what you started. Take me on the desk. Show me the storm beneath that calm."
Sona's breath hitched as her fingers brushed the soaked lace. The heat radiating from it was staggering. Akeno's hips jerked forward, seeking pressure. "Do it," she gasped, her voice cracking. Her forehead pressed against Sona's, her breath coming in ragged puffs. "Scatter my files. Crumble my neat little world." Her hand tightened over Sona's, forcing her fingers to curl against the drenched fabric. A low moan tore from Akeno's throat. "Yes… like that. Feel it? That's your power, Sona-chan. Break me." Her other hand scrabbled at Sona's skirt, bunching the wool, seeking skin. "Let the ice melt. Let it flood."
"Stop—" Sona choked, but her protest dissolved into a gasp as Akeno's lips found the frantic pulse at the base of her throat. Teeth scraped, not breaking skin but sending electric shivers straight to her core. "Akeno, this is—" She couldn't finish. The sensation was too acute: the hot, wet pressure of Akeno's mouth, the scrape of lace against her trapped knuckles, the dizzying scent of arousal mingling with ozone. Her own body betrayed her, a treacherous warmth pooling low despite the panic clawing at her mind.
Akeno laughed against her skin, the vibration a taunt. "Still talking rules?" Her fingers danced up Sona's spine, finding the small buttons marching down the back of her stiff blazer. "Shh." The first button popped open with a crisp *snap*. Cool air ghosted across Sona's shoulder blades, raising goosebumps. "Just feel." Akeno's lips trailed lower, sucking a bruise into the delicate junction where neck met shoulder. Her free hand slid beneath the loosened blazer, fingers splaying possessively over the curve of Sona's waist. The touch burned through the thin blouse. "So tense," she murmured, her breath hot on the fresh mark. "Let me unwind you. One button at a time."
The second button gave way. The blazer sagged open, revealing the pristine white blouse beneath. Akeno's knuckles brushed the bare skin above Sona's skirt waistband, making her flinch. "So soft here," Akeno breathed, tracing the sensitive dip just above Sona's hipbone. "Does it flutter when you breathe? Like this?" Her palm slid lower, pressing flat against the swell of Sona's ass, pulling her hips flush against Akeno's grinding thigh. The pressure was deliberate, shocking. Sona cried out, a sound she barely recognized. "There it is," Akeno purred, triumphant. Her lips found Sona's earlobe, sucking gently. "The real Sona. Not the president. Just… sensation." Her fingers found the top button of Sona's skirt. The metal felt cold against Sona's overheated skin. "Shall we see what's underneath?"
"Don't—" Sona gasped, arching uselessly against the grip on her backside. The air felt thick, charged. Akeno's knee pressed higher between her thighs, a relentless pressure against the wool. "This isn't… negotiation!" Her voice hitched as the skirt button popped. The zipper rasped down, slow and torturous. Cool air whispered against her stomach, her thighs. The heavy wool slid a fraction lower, catching on her hips.
Akeno chuckled, low and dark. "Negotiation?" Her free hand slid around, fingers splaying possessively over the exposed skin of Sona's lower back, just above the waistband of her panties. The touch was electric, branding. "This is surrender, Sona-chan. Your body's vote." She nipped the tendon in Sona's neck. "It's unanimous."
The skirt pooled around Sona's ankles, a puddle of dark wool. She stood trembling in her white blouse, untucked now and rumpled, her blazer hanging open, and her modest lace panties. Akeno stepped back, her violet eyes raking over the exposed skin—the long, shapely legs, the curve of her ass barely covered, the vulnerable line of her throat. "Beautiful," Akeno murmured, her voice thick. She reached out, not for skin, but for the hem of Sona's blouse. Her knuckles brushed the quivering plane of Sona's stomach. "But still too much… armor." Her fingers gathered the white cotton, lifting it slowly. Sona's breath caught as cool air kissed her ribs, the underside of her breasts. "Look at you," Akeno breathed, her gaze fixed on the rapid rise and fall of Sona's chest beneath the thin fabric. "Shaking like a leaf in a storm." She leaned in, her breath hot on Sona's collarbone. "Ready to fall?" The blouse lifted higher.
Sona jerked, a trapped sound escaping her lips as the blouse cleared her ribs, bunching under her arms. Akeno paused, her gaze locked on the swell of Sona's B-cup breasts straining against the practical white bra. "So… contained," she purred, tracing the lace edge with a single fingertip. The touch was feather-light, yet it burned. Sona flinched. "Does it hurt?" Akeno asked, her voice dropping to a whisper. She hooked a finger under the center strap, pulling it taut against Sona's sternum. "This constant holding back?" Her other hand slid around Sona's back, finding the clasp. The metal was cold against Sona's overheated skin. "Let it go." The clasp gave with a soft *snick*. Akeno's lips found the frantic pulse at the base of Sona's throat, her tongue tracing the damp skin. "Just… let it all go." The bra loosened, the lace slipping. Sona gasped, the sensation of sudden release shocking—cool air, the weight of her own breasts freed, the rasp of lace against sensitive skin. Akeno's breath hitched. "There," she sighed, her lips trailing lower, kissing the swell just above Sona's bare nipple. "Free."
Akeno's mouth closed over the stiff peak, sucking hard. Sona cried out, arching into the searing wet heat, her hands flying to Akeno's hair, tangling in the black silk. "Yes!" Akeno moaned against her skin, the vibration making Sona's knees buckle. She caught Sona's waist, holding her up. Her other hand slid down Sona's back, fingers slipping beneath the waistband of her panties, cupping the curve of her ass. "So soft here," she breathed, kneading the flesh. "So warm." She pulled her mouth away with a wet pop, Sona's nipple glistening. "Now the other," she demanded, her lips already seeking its twin. "Taste the difference?" Her tongue swirled, relentless. "Sweeter? Or just… desperate?" She sucked again, deep and hungry, her fingers tightening possessively on Sona's ass, pulling her closer, grinding their hips together. The friction against Sona's own aching core was maddening. She whimpered, her hips jerking involuntarily. Akeno laughed, the sound muffled against her breast. "See? Your body knows the truth." She released the nipple, her lips tracing a wet path upwards. "Now… the panties." Her fingers hooked into the lace at Sona's hips. "Last barrier." She kissed Sona's jaw, her breath ragged. "Ready to burn?"
Sona shuddered, her mind blank except for sensation—the cool air on her exposed breasts, the rough wool of her discarded skirt underfoot, the insistent heat between her legs where the lace clung damply. Akeno's fingers slid lower, tracing the crease where thigh met hip, dipping beneath the lace. "So wet already," she murmured, her thumb brushing the soaked fabric covering Sona's core. Sona gasped, her hips bucking forward. Akeno's gaze locked with hers, violet eyes blazing. "This," she hissed, dragging the soaked lace aside, her fingertip finding slick, swollen flesh beneath. Sona cried out, her legs trembling violently. "This is what you hide." Akeno's finger slid lower, tracing the entrance, gathering wetness. She brought her glistening finger to Sona's lips. "Taste it," she commanded, pressing against Sona's mouth. "Taste your own chaos." Sona's lips parted in a gasp, the salt-musk tang flooding her senses. Akeno's eyes darkened. "Now," she breathed, her hand tightening on the lace. "Let it fall."
The panties pooled at Sona's ankles, leaving her utterly bare. She stood frozen, the cool office air raising goosebumps on her skin, shame and arousal warring in her chest.
Akeno stepped back, her gaze raking over Sona's naked form—the flush spreading from her chest to her cheeks, the hard peaks of her nipples, the dark triangle between her trembling thighs. A predatory smile curved Akeno's lips. "Perfect," she purred. Without breaking eye contact, she turned, sweeping stacks of Sona's meticulously organized paperwork onto the floor with a careless flick of her wrist. Files cascaded, scattering across the polished wood. She climbed onto the cleared desk, her long hair spilling like ink over the edge. Laying back, she arched her spine, pressing her own lace-covered mound against the cool surface. Her violet eyes held Sona's, heavy-lidded and demanding. "Your turn," she whispered, spreading her thighs wider. Her fingers traced the delicate strap of her own soaked panties, visible beneath the bunched skirt. "Strip me, Sona-chan. Show me you understand reciprocity." She hooked her thumbs under the waistband, pulling the lace taut against her hips. "Please," she added, the word a velvet command. "Take this last scrap. I want to feel your hands on me." Her breath hitched. "Now."
Sona moved as if hypnotized, her bare feet silent on the cold floor. The distance to the desk felt immense, charged. She stopped before Akeno's splayed legs, her gaze fixed on the damp lace stretched across the soft swell beneath Akeno's skirt. The scent of her arousal was thick, primal. Tentatively, Sona's fingers brushed the lace at Akeno's hips. Akeno whimpered, pressing upward against the touch. "Yes," she gasped. "Slowly." Sona's hands trembled as she gathered the fragile fabric, peeling it downward. The lace clung stubbornly to damp skin before yielding, revealing neat black curls glistening with wetness. Akeno gasped sharply as the cool air hit her exposed flesh, her hips lifting off the desk. "Off," she commanded, her voice rough. "Completely." Sona slid the panties down Akeno's thighs, past her knees, over her calves. She tossed them aside, the scrap of lace landing atop scattered papers. Akeno sighed, sinking back onto the wood, her thighs falling open wider. Her gaze burned into Sona's. "Look," she breathed. "See what you do to me?" Her fingers trailed through her own slick folds, spreading them. "Touch me," she demanded, her voice cracking. "Prove you're not afraid." Her knuckles whitened against the desktop. "Make me scream."
Sona stared, mesmerized. The soft, swollen flesh glistened under the office lights, utterly exposed. Her own inexperience screamed in her head – she'd never touched another woman like this, never even touched herself with such raw intent. Yet her hand moved, hovering inches above the heat radiating from Akeno's core. "I… I don't know how," she breathed, the admission barely audible, her gaze flicking between the vulnerable sight and Akeno's intense violet eyes. "I've never… anyone." The realization was a cold shock amidst the heat – this poised seductress, this relentless tease of Issei, looked back at her with a flicker of raw uncertainty beneath the lust. Was this truly new ground for Akeno too?
"Neither have I," Akeno gasped, her voice losing its practiced purr, cracking with a vulnerability that stole Sona's breath. "Not like this. Not… a woman." A shaky laugh escaped her, more nerves than amusement. "Issei… we… there's always Rias, or an interruption, or…" She bit her lip, her hips lifting slightly, seeking. "Just… feel. Please. Your fingers… they know." Her hand covered Sona's trembling one, guiding it down, pressing Sona's palm flat against the hot, slick softness. The contact was electric. Akeno arched with a choked cry. "Gods, Sona… yes! Like that… just… touch me." Her grip tightened, guiding Sona's fingers to part the slick folds, the pad of Sona's middle finger finding the swollen nub hidden within. Akeno's entire body tensed, a high whimper escaping her. "There! Oh, fuck… *there*!"
Sona's finger traced the taut, wet bud, tentative at first, then bolder as Akeno's moans grew louder, more ragged. The sensation was overwhelming – the incredible heat, the silky-slick texture, the way Akeno's inner muscles clenched around nothing. "It's… it's so much," Sona breathed, her own breath catching as she watched Akeno writhe beneath her touch. "You feel… everything." Her thumb brushed alongside the nub, eliciting a sharp gasp. "Is this… is this what you imagined?"
"Imagined?" Akeno choked out, her hips lifting off the desk, chasing Sona's touch. Her elegant composure was shattered; sweat beaded at her temples, her long hair fanned wildly beneath her. "Sona, I didn't… gods, I didn't *imagine* anything like… like this heat! Your finger… it's… *more*!" Her back arched sharply, pressing her breasts against the thin fabric of her silk camisole. "Don't stop! Please! It's… it's building… like lightning inside me!" Her hand flew to Sona's wrist, not to guide, but to clutch, her nails digging in slightly. "Faster… oh, *please* faster!"
Sona obeyed, her movements gaining confidence, circling the swollen nub with firmer, quicker strokes. She watched, mesmerized, as Akeno's face contorted – not in the sadistic pleasure Sona associated with her, but in pure, unguarded ecstasy. "Look at you," Sona murmured, awe mixing with her own rising desire. "So open… so vulnerable. Is this… is this the first time *anyone's* touched you… *here*? Like this?" The question hung in the charged air, heavy with implication. Had Issei ever brought her to this precipice?
Akeno's eyes flew open, wide and startlingly clear amidst the haze of pleasure. "Yes!" she cried out, the word ripped from her throat. Her grip on Sona's wrist tightened convulsively. "Yes, Sona! Only… only my own fingers, fumbling… never… never like *this*! Never this… this *knowing* touch!" A desperate sob escaped her. "Issei… we kiss, we touch… but Rias… always Rias interrupts… we've never… never *finished*! This… this is my first…!" Her confession ended in a high, keening wail as her body suddenly stiffened, thighs clamping around Sona's hand. Her back arched impossibly high off the desk, every muscle straining, her mouth open in a silent scream before a guttural cry tore free. Wave after wave of intense convulsion rocked her, her inner muscles fluttering wildly around Sona's still-moving finger, soaking her hand in hot release. She collapsed back onto the scattered paperwork, trembling violently, her chest heaving, eyes wide and dazed, fixed unseeing on the ceiling. A profound stillness settled over her, broken only by her ragged gasps.
Sona slowly withdrew her hand, her movements tentative, almost reverent. She stared down at her fingers, slick and glistening under the harsh office lights. Akeno's essence, clear and viscous, coated her skin, shimmering like liquid pearl. The scent – musky, sweet, undeniably potent – filled her nostrils. Her voice emerged, hushed and thick with disbelief. "It's… clear," she murmured, turning her hand slightly, watching the strands stretch between her fingers. "Like… rainwater. But warm. So warm." She lifted her gaze to Akeno's flushed, vulnerable face. "This… this came from inside you? Because… because of my touch?" The realization was staggering, a physical weight settling in her own chest. She had unlocked this. In the enemy king's office, on her own desk, she had brought Akeno Himejima undone.
Akeno shifted weakly on the desk, her violet eyes slowly focusing on Sona's glistening hand. A shaky breath escaped her, followed by a tremulous, utterly unguarded smile. "Yes," she whispered, her voice raw and thready. "Your touch, Sona-chan. Only yours." She reached out a trembling hand, her own fingers brushing Sona's wet ones, mingling their heat. "See?" Akeno's thumb slid through the slickness on Sona's palm, spreading it. "Pure. Proof." Her gaze lifted, locking with Sona's, no longer predatory, but soft, almost pleading. "Now… taste it. Please." Her voice dropped to a breathy, vulnerable whisper. "Taste… what you made me feel. I need… I need to know you understand."
Sona's breath hitched. The command, laced with that newfound vulnerability, was more potent than any seductive purr. Slowly, she raised her trembling hand, the clear fluid glistening like liquid starlight under the harsh fluorescents. Her gaze flickered between Akeno's expectant, flushed face and the evidence of their transgression coating her skin. "It smells…" she murmured, her voice barely audible, thick with a mix of revulsion and fascination, "...like rain on scorched earth. Sweet decay." The scent was undeniably Akeno – floral perfume drowned beneath something primal, electric, and deeply female.
Akeno watched, transfixed, as Sona's lips parted slightly. Her tongue darted out, tentative and quick, touching the slick pad of her middle finger. The taste exploded – salt and musk, yes, but beneath it, a startling, sharp tang, like ozone after a storm, a hint of the lightning that lived within Akeno. Sona gasped, the flavor flooding her senses, strangely clean yet undeniably carnal. Her eyes widened, locking with Akeno's. "Lightning," she breathed, the word tasting of the essence itself. "You taste… like power. Like the storm itself." A shiver ran through her, not of fear, but of dawning, terrifying hunger.
Her gaze drifted down Akeno's body, still sprawled naked on the desk amidst the chaos of scattered paperwork. The thin, sweat-damp silk of the black camisole was the only barrier left, clinging precariously to the magnificent swell of Akeno's E-cup breasts. The sight sent a jolt through Sona, sharper than any static shock. The fabric was rucked up slightly, revealing the tantalizing lower curve of one full breast, the dark nipple straining against the damp lace trim just out of sight. A fierce, unexpected yearning surged within Sona, startling her with its intensity. She *craved* to see them completely, to feel their weight, to know if the skin there tasted of storm too. Her fingers, still damp, twitched at her sides. "That… that scrap of silk," Sona stammered, her voice rough with desire she could no longer deny. "It's… obscuring you. Take it off. I want you… completely naked. Like me." The demand hung in the air, raw and needy, shattering the last pretense of control. "I want nothing between us. Not now."
Akeno's violet eyes darkened, pupils blown wide. A slow, tremulous smile touched her lips, utterly devoid of its usual teasing malice. "Sona-chan," she breathed, her voice husky with shared wonder. Her hands moved, not to the hem, but to the delicate straps of the camisole resting on her shoulders. She slid them down, achingly slow, revealing the smooth slopes of her shoulders, the elegant line of her collarbone. The damp silk clung for a heartbeat longer before pooling around her waist. Her breasts sprang free – full, heavy E-cups, pale skin flushed pink, the dark areolas taut, the nipples hard and glistening faintly with sweat. Akeno arched her back slightly, offering herself fully. "There," she whispered, her gaze never leaving Sona's stunned face. "No secrets. No barriers. Just… us. Finally." The vulnerability was absolute, a mirror to Sona's own nakedness. They were both exposed, utterly bare, not just in flesh, but in this terrifying, exhilarating intimacy forged on a desk of scattered dreams.
Sona swayed on her bare feet, the cool air raising goosebumps on her own skin. The sight of Akeno laid bare, the raw honesty in her eyes, ignited something primal and undeniable. "You… you're magnificent," Sona choked out, the words thick, clumsy. Her hand, still faintly glistening, rose almost involuntarily, hovering above the swell of Akeno's breast. The heat radiating from the soft curve was magnetic. "Can I…?" Her voice was barely a breath, stripped of the Student Council President's authority, trembling with the awe of a novice.
"*Please*," Akeno gasped, the word a desperate plea. Her own hand flew up, not to guide, but to cover Sona's, pressing it firmly against the pliant warmth of her breast. The contact was electric. Sona gasped, feeling the incredible softness yield beneath her palm, the hard peak of Akeno's nipple pressing insistently into her skin. "Touch me," Akeno moaned, her head falling back against the scattered papers, eyes fluttering shut. "Everywhere. Learn me. Claim me." Her hips shifted restlessly on the desk, thighs falling further open in silent invitation. The scent of her arousal, intensified now, mingled with the clean sweat and the lingering ozone tang – a heady, intoxicating perfume of shared surrender.
The compulsion was overwhelming. Sona needed no further urging. Driven by a surge of possessiveness and awe, she stepped forward, one knee pressing against the solid wood of the desk beside Akeno's hip. She leaned over the prone, trembling form, her free hand bracing herself on the desk near Akeno's shoulder. The closeness was dizzying – the heat of Akeno's skin, the rapid flutter of her pulse visible at the base of her throat, the dark sweep of her eyelashes against flushed cheeks. Sona lowered herself, shifting her weight, her own bare thighs brushing against the smooth skin of Akeno's legs. She eased down, settling her slim frame directly onto Akeno's lush body, belly to belly, her smaller B-cup breasts pressing against the magnificent swell of Akeno's. The contact was full, shocking, skin-to-skin from chest to hip. Sona gasped at the sheer intimacy, the soft crush of flesh, the way her nipples tightened instantly against the heat of Akeno's. "Oh… gods…" she breathed, the vibration thrumming between them.
Akeno's reaction was instantaneous and fierce. A low, guttural moan tore from her throat as Sona's weight settled onto her. Her eyes snapped open, blazing violet meeting Sona's. "Yes! *Sona!*" she cried out, her voice raw. Her long, shapely legs, which had been splayed open, snapped upwards with surprising strength. Her calves hooked behind Sona's back, her heels digging into the soft flesh just above Sona's hips, locking them together. She pulled, drawing Sona's slim waist impossibly closer, grinding their hips together in a desperate, seeking motion. The damp heat of Akeno's core pressed directly against Sona's lower belly, slick and demanding. "Closer," Akeno panted, her breath hot against Sona's lips. Her hands flew to Sona's face, fingers tangling in the short black bob, pulling her down. "Kiss me. *Now*. Before I shatter." The command was ragged, edged with a frantic need that mirrored the fire igniting in Sona's own core. Their mouths hovered, a hair's breadth apart, breaths mingling, the entire world reduced to the shared heat trapped between their bodies on the scarred surface of the desk.
Sona surrendered. With a whimper that was half-surrender, half-discovery, she closed the agonizing distance. Their lips met – not tentative, not exploratory, but with a sudden, shocking intensity that stole Sona's breath. Akeno's mouth was impossibly soft yet demanding, tasting faintly of salt and that unique, electric tang Sona had discovered on her fingers. Akeno moaned into the kiss, a deep, resonant vibration that Sona felt humming through her own lips, down her spine, pooling low in her belly. Sona's hips instinctively lifted, seeking friction against the incredible heat radiating from Akeno's core. She pressed upwards, her own slick folds dragging against the smooth skin of Akeno's lower abdomen. The sensation was startling – the slide of her own wetness on the other girl's skin, the intimate glide. It was a tease, a promise, but it wasn't enough. Akeno's legs tightened around her, pulling harder. "Higher," Akeno gasped against her lips, breaking the kiss just enough to rasp the word, her hips lifting off the desk to meet Sona's upward shift. "Sona, *please*… let us touch… *there*."
Sona obeyed the desperate plea. Guided by the insistent pull of Akeno's legs and the raw need in her voice, Sona arched her back, lifting her hips higher. She felt Akeno do the same, a powerful flex of her core muscles that brought her own pelvis surging upwards. For a breathless, suspended moment, their movements aligned. Then, shockingly, impossibly, Sona felt it. The slick, swollen heat of her own folds pressed directly against the hot, yielding softness of Akeno's core. It wasn't a glancing touch, but a full, deliberate meeting – pussy to pussy. The contact was electric, a jolt of pure sensation that ripped through both girls simultaneously. Sona cried out, a sharp gasp muffled against Akeno's mouth. Akeno's response was a choked, guttural sob. "Fuck! *Yes!*" she gasped, her entire body shuddering violently beneath Sona's. "Sona! I feel you! I feel you *right there*!" Her violet eyes were wide, pupils blown black with shock and overwhelming sensation. "Oh gods… it's… it's *burning*… like touching a live wire… but *inside* me!"
The pressure was immense, intimate beyond anything Sona had ever conceived. She could feel the distinct, plush swell of Akeno's labia pressed flush against her own, the slickness between them mingling instantly, creating a molten slide. The hard nub of her own clit ground directly against the same sensitive peak on Akeno. It wasn't just contact; it was a mirror, a reflection of sensation so intense it blurred the lines between where Sona ended and Akeno began. Akeno's hands flew from Sona's face to her hips, fingers digging in, nails biting slightly into the soft flesh. "Don't stop!" she begged, her voice cracking. Her hips began to move in tiny, frantic circles, grinding their joined cores together. "Move with me! Oh, Sona… please! Rub against me! Just… just like this!" Each microscopic shift sent waves of impossible heat and friction radiating through Sona, stealing her breath, making her own inner muscles clench desperately around nothing. The raw, shared vulnerability was absolute – two rivals, two kings, stripped bare and fused together at their most intimate point, trembling on the precipice of a shared, terrifying fall.
Instinctively, needing purchase, needing *more*, Sona's hands shot upwards. They found the magnificent swell of Akeno's breasts, the soft, heavy weight filling her palms completely. Her fingers sank into the yielding flesh, thumbs instinctively brushing over the hardened peaks of Akeno's nipples. The gasp that tore from Akeno was pure, unadulterated bliss. "Yesss!" she hissed, arching her back to push her breasts harder into Sona's grip. "Hold them! Squeeze them! Gods, Sona… your hands!" Sona obeyed, mesmerized by the feel – the incredible softness punctuated by the hard nub under her thumb, the faint pulse she could feel beneath the skin, the sheer, overwhelming femininity of it. Anchored by the firm grip on Akeno's breasts, Sona found her rhythm. She matched Akeno's frantic grinding, her own hips moving in counterpoint, pressing down as Akeno surged up, creating a devastating friction where their bodies fused. Each downward stroke crushed her clit against Akeno's, each upward lift dragged her slick folds against the swollen heat of Akeno's core. The slide was obscenely wet, audible now – a soft, rhythmic *shlick* that filled the tense silence of the office alongside their ragged breaths. Sensation overloaded Sona's nerves: the soft crush of breasts in her hands, the hard nubs scraping her palms, the scorching friction below, the dizzying scent of their mingled arousal thick in the air. It was too much, yet not nearly enough.
The shared motion became primal, desperate. Sona's focus narrowed to the points of connection: the anchoring grip on Akeno's breasts, the relentless grind of pelvis against pelvis. She leaned forward slightly, her own sweat-slicked chest pressing against Akeno's, their nipples dragging hard against each other with every shift. "It's… like drowning," Sona gasped, the words torn from her throat, rough and unfamiliar. Her hips pistoned faster, driven by the raw, building pressure coiling low in her belly. The wet slide between them grew frantic, the slick sounds echoing the frantic pounding of her own heart. "But drowning… in *you*. Gods, Akeno… the heat… it's consuming me!"
"Then burn!" Akeno cried out, her voice cracking. Her hands flew from Sona's hips to tangle fiercely in the short strands of Sona's bob, holding her head close, their foreheads almost touching. Violet eyes blazed into brown, stripped bare of any pretense. "Feel it! Feel how wet I am for you! How much I need this! Squeeze harder!" she demanded, arching her back to push her breasts more insistently into Sona's hands. "Make me feel it! Every thrust… every grind… it's stealing my breath!" A tiny, involuntary spark of lightning crackled across Akeno's skin where Sona's thumbs circled her nipples, making Sona gasp but not stop. "Yes! That's it! Use me! Let me be your anchor!"
The friction intensified, becoming a focused, rhythmic torture. Sona's world dissolved into sensation: the heavy softness filling her palms, the sharp, electric jolt against her thumbs, the overwhelming wet heat where their bodies met and moved as one. Each downward grind pressed her clit hard against the swollen nub of Akeno's, sending shockwaves radiating through her core. She could feel Akeno trembling violently beneath her, hear the choked, ragged sobs escaping her lips between gasps. "Sona… please…" Akeno whimpered, her voice thick and broken, her hips stuttering in their rhythm. "I can't… I'm going to… *oh!*" Her legs tightened like a vice around Sona's waist, locking them impossibly close. "Don't stop! Don't you dare stop!"
A low, guttural cry tore from Sona as she felt Akeno's inner muscles clench wildly against her own grinding mound, a hot pulse radiating through the point of contact. It was the trigger. The coiled tension inside Sona snapped. A blinding wave of pure sensation crashed over her, obliterating thought. Her hips slammed down against Akeno's with bruising force once, twice, as her own climax ripped through her, sharp and shattering. She cried out, a raw, wordless sound, her fingers digging deep into the yielding flesh of Akeno's breasts as her body convulsed, riding the electric current of shared release. The world dissolved into white noise and trembling heat, the scent of ozone and their mingled ecstasy thick and heavy in the air.
"Oh! Sona! *Fuck!*" Akeno gasped, her voice ragged and high, eyes wide with shock as she felt the violent tremors shaking Sona's smaller frame pressed so tightly against her own. "You're… you're cumming! Gods, I can *feel* it! That pulsing…!" Her own breath hitched, the sensation of Sona's convulsive pleasure grinding against her oversensitized clit proving too much. A strangled sob escaped her lips as her back arched violently off the desk. "No! Too much! I'm—!" Her protest cut off in a sharp gasp. Then, with a sudden, shocking gush, a stream of clear, viscous fluid erupted from Akeno's core, splattering hot and slick directly onto Sona's own trembling, sensitive folds and the flushed skin above. The sensation was startling – warm, almost slippery, a distinct flood against the sticky mess already coating them both. "Ah! Sona! My cum! It's— it's squirting all over you!"
Sona flinched, a sharp gasp escaping her. The unexpected warmth splashing against her hypersensitive flesh sent a fresh, almost painful jolt through her receding climax. She felt the clear fluid mingle instantly with her own wetness, creating a slick, cooling layer. "Akeno!" she breathed, stunned, her eyes wide as she stared down at the flushed, trembling girl beneath her. She could feel the aftershocks still rippling through Akeno's body, the muscles of her inner thighs quivering against Sona's hips. "You… you really did. It's… everywhere." Her voice was hushed, filled with a mix of awe and lingering shock, her own body still trembling from the force of her release. The sheer intimacy of the act, the visible proof of Akeno's loss of control splashed across her own skin, was profoundly humbling and intensely erotic.
Akeno shuddered, a low, breathless moan escaping her as she finally collapsed back onto the scattered papers, utterly spent. Her violet eyes, glazed and unfocused, met Sona's. A slow, utterly wrecked smile touched her swollen lips. "See… Sona-chan?" she managed, her voice a rough whisper, trembling slightly. "Told you… you needed a release valve." She let out a shaky breath, her gaze drifting down to the glistening mess between their still-joined bodies. "Though… I think mine… might be a little… over-pressurized." She gave a weak, breathless chuckle, her fingers twitching where they still loosely gripped Sona's hips. "Feels… sticky."
Sona could only nod, her throat too tight, her mind still reeling. The sheer, shocking intimacy of the warm fluid cooling against her skin, mingling with her own wetness, left her speechless. Her body felt boneless, trembling with aftershocks, the frantic energy replaced by a profound, trembling stillness. She was acutely aware of every point of contact: the soft weight of her breasts pressed against Akeno's, the slick slide of their bellies, the lingering heat radiating from Akeno's core against her own oversensitized mound. Akeno shifted minutely beneath her, and Sona felt the subtle, slick pull where their bodies had fused, a sticky seal now breaking. She gasped softly at the sensation, a fresh wave of awareness washing over her – the cooling air hitting her wetness, the sheer vulnerability of their position.
Akeno watched her, her expression shifting from wrecked pleasure to something softer, almost curious. Her hand, trembling slightly, lifted slowly from Sona's hip. Her fingertips, still damp, brushed a stray strand of dark hair from Sona's flushed cheek. The touch was startlingly gentle. "Speechless?" she murmured, her thumb tracing the delicate curve just below Sona's ear. Her violet eyes searched Sona's face, lingering on the parted lips, the stunned expression. "Didn't think… the prim Sitri heiress… had that in her." Her voice was low, intimate, the usual teasing lilt replaced by raw wonder. "That grinding… that *hunger*." She paused, her thumb moving down to trace the frantic pulse point in Sona's throat. "Felt like you were trying… to crawl inside me."
Sona managed another small nod, her own gaze fixed on Akeno's face – the flushed skin, the dampness clinging to her lashes, the utterly undone look that stripped away the usual predatory confidence. The scent of their combined release, ozone and salt and something deeply female, hung thick in the air. Akeno's thumb slid lower, brushing the swell of Sona's breast where it pressed against her own. Sona inhaled sharply, her body arching instinctively towards the touch even as exhaustion weighed her down. "You…" Sona finally managed, her voice a hoarse rasp she barely recognized. "You… squirted." It wasn't an accusation, merely a stunned statement of the impossible reality. "On me."
Akeno's laugh was a low, breathless ripple against Sona's cheek, warm and surprisingly unguarded. "Oh, Sona-chan," she murmured, her violet eyes crinkling at the corners. Her fingers traced the damp, cooling trail on Sona's lower abdomen with a feather-light touch that sent fresh tremors through Sona's oversensitive nerves. "Didn't I warn you about the voltage?" She tilted her head, her lips brushing the corner of Sona's mouth. "Though I must say," she whispered, her breath mingling with Sona's, "you make an unexpectedly… *conductive* surface." Her smile widened, pure mischief dancing in her eyes despite the lingering haze of pleasure. "Who knew the stern Student Council President could handle such a… powerful current?"
Before Sona could form a coherent retort, Akeno leaned in fully, capturing her lips in a sudden, deep kiss. It wasn't the frantic clash of before, but something slower, softer, almost exploratory. Akeno tasted faintly of salt and ozone, her lips impossibly soft against Sona's own swollen, sensitive skin. Her hand slid up to cradle the back of Sona's neck, fingers tangling gently in the short strands of her bob. The kiss was a languid exploration, a shared breath, a startling tenderness blooming amidst the carnality. Akeno's tongue traced the seam of Sona's lips, seeking entry not with demand, but with a quiet, devastating question.
Sona yielded with a soft sigh, her body relaxing into the unexpected gentleness. The kiss deepened, a slow, molten slide of tongues that sent warmth pooling low in her belly again, a faint echo of the earlier inferno. She could feel the faint tremor still running through Akeno's body pressed against hers, the softness of her breasts, the slickness where their thighs still touched. Akeno's other hand drifted down, fingertips skating lightly over the curve of Sona's hip, the dip of her waist, leaving trails of tingling awareness. The world narrowed to the soft sounds of their breathing, the slick slide of lips, the dizzying intimacy of Akeno's scent and taste enveloping her. When Akeno finally pulled back, just enough to look into Sona's eyes, her violet gaze was dark, soft, and utterly captivated. "See?" she breathed, her thumb brushing Sona's kiss-swollen lower lip. "Much better than paperwork."