My Sadistic Love Has Taken Over

Author's Notes: dedicated to my friends larsa and howee who intoduced this pairing to me. it seems so obvious now... why isn't it everyone's otp, damn. anyway, takes place in their au.

“Don’t let her take control from you, Lady Mineva,” Haman muttered. Elegant fingers danced along the curve of Mineva’s sweat-laden neck and shoulders. “She may crave it, but it does not mean she should have it.”

Mineva swallowed.

Her grip on her guardian’s pet, Four, tightened. Four mewled in response, rolling her hips against Mineva as she gave her a pout. Though, there was something in the Cyber New Type’s eye that Mineva didn’t like. Four knew what she was doing despite the semi-innocent, coy act. There was a glint in those green eyes. Something dark lingered under Four’s seemingly fragile surface.

It made Mineva want to break her.

Haman smirked.

“Go on, my lady. I give you full permission,” she whispered into her ear, her breath ghosting across Mineva’s trembling form.

Mineva swallowed again. Her nails scraped along Four’s wild hips, leaving angry red trails in her wake as she drove her strap deeper inside Four’s willing cunt. Every bump and ridge made the green-haired woman writhe in pleasure. Her voice jumped an octave as her back arched hard against the coffee table. Her arousal coated the shaft in a thick, shiny gloss that glittered under the low light of the parlour.

Haman’s eyes widened at the breakneck pace Mineva set for herself. It was something beautiful. Her two most favourite people in the world are in front of her, drinking each other’s bodies like parched beasts in the summer sun, and seeing Lady Mineva come into her own.

Four’s toes curled behind Mineva’s back as she kicked the air in delight. Her eyes rolled back and fluttered closed. Her hands gripped the coffee table so tightly that her knuckles turned bone white. While this was nothing compared to the harsh treatment that Lady Haman gave her, it was still so, so, so much. She didn’t want it to end.

Her cunt gripped the red shaft with all her might. It was as if her body didn’t want to let go. She didn’t want to be empty again. She couldn’t be empty again.

Lady Haman had given meaning to her life.

It may not have been what she envisioned for herself during all those lonely nights at the facility, but she grabbed it and made it hers. While Lady Mineva was not Haman, nor would she ever be, she felt that strong affection for the Zabi all the same.

It’d only burn hotter once she came.

“Do you feel it, Lady Mineva?” Haman whispered. “Do you feel her about to come undone?”

“Yes...” Mineva rasped. “I do...”

Haman’s hands suddenly shot forward, gripping Mineva’s wild hips tightly and stopping her in her tracks. Four wailed as that sweet, delicious friction came to a screeching halt. She bucked her hips, but Haman didn’t let Mineva budge. Daggers of ice shot straight into Four’s heart and pulsed through her veins when her eyes locked with Haman’s cold violet ones.

“Have her beg for release,” she hissed before releasing Mineva’s body. “Discipline her. She should know better.”

Mineva licked her lips. Slowly, agonizingly so, she pulled out of Four’s drooling cunt and marvelled at the slight gape and the way Four’s chest rose and fell as she fought with her pride. Her lips quirked into a smirk as she crawled onto the table, her knees settling under Four’s armpits as she gripped the woman’s mint-coloured locks. The tip of her silicone shaft brushed against Four’s painted lips.

“Suck and maybe I’ll let you cum, Four.”

Four whined... Only to open her mouth and accept Mineva’s strap into her mouth.