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As soon as Rook returned to her dorm room, seeing an elegant lingerie set waiting for her on her bed; she knew exactly what was going to happen. She felt giddy, handling the lingerie entrusted with her gently. The lace was soft against her fingertips, even softer knowing who gifted it to her. Rook was elated to strip herself, carefully folding her clothes as if they were a treasure. She took her time to groom herself, using just the right products for her plans. Hopefully her girlfriend will find it suitable enough.
Rook dressed herself again, the lingerie underneath her uniform warming her heart. She knew it was still too early for this routine, but she couldn’t help it. Her heart soars every time she imagines whatever could happen tonight. Her queen could do whatever she wants with this loyal huntsman.
Knocking on Vil’s door, Rook tried to stay still in anticipation, really trying. It wasn’t obvious to anyone else, but Rook could tell her smile was wavering, her muscles too tense. With how long it took for Vil to open the door after Rook knocked, she could only wonder if her queen was purposefully making her wait. Under her queen’s scrutinizing gaze, Rook’s smile only grew, knowing full well Vil’s mood would make tonight only that much sweeter.
“At least you look nice.” It was the only greeting Rook got before she was practically dragged into Vil’s room, the other huffing. Something must have happened; she was quiet, and anything that came out of her mouth was laced with the venom she was known for. Rook wanted to open her mouth, praise her queen for the smallest of things, the things no one else would notice. Yet, Vil meticulously undid Rook’s tie, handling it with care, just before a gloved hand takes a fistful of her hair and rips her head back.
Rook could have easily held back the gasp she let out, both women knew that; Vil took the opportunity to gag Rook with her own tie. It didn’t actually do anything to stop Rook from making any noise, she could still speak perfectly fine. Though, it’s not what Vil wants from her, so why would she? Satisfied with her work in gagging the other, Vil hummed in appreciation, releasing her grip on Rook entirely.
She didn’t say anything as she gestured to her bed, taking a seat at her vanity. Rook didn’t spare a moment to start stripping herself of her uniform, folding it and gently placing it on her queen’s chaise. Vil’s vanity wasn’t too far from her bed, the edge being so close to the vanity Rook could reach out to her if she wanted to. She does, more than anything; but Vil doesn’t want her too, she can tell. As Rook draped herself across the pillows artfully placed on Vil’s bed, she caught her queen’s eyes. “Well? Put on a show for me. I don’t feel like touching you yet, and it’d be such a waste for you to sit there.”
Rook could feel her tie growing damp in her mouth, drool dripping down her chin already. Vil hadn’t even done anything yet, and she was already hooked onto her queen. After she had spoken, Vil had gone back to her after school routine, letting her hair out, taking her makeup off, and soon onto her skincare. She wasn’t even watching to see if Rook was following her orders, though she doesn’t need to.
As Vil continued to ready herself for bed, Rook’s hands started to wander her own body, lightly touching her skin. She didn’t touch herself anywhere she really wanted, only gliding her fingertips over them. Her legs spread open slowly, thighs already shaking as her legs frame her queen perfectly. With how wet she is already and how her chest was heaving with how hard she’s panting, hopefully Vil would abandon her nightly routine and have her way with her huntsman. Rook could only hope as one of her hands made it to her panties, her free hand coming up to grope her own breast through her bra.
A muffled moan slipped past Rook’s mouth, her eyes locked onto Vil’s back. There was a sort of thrill that came with Rook pleasuring herself while her queen wasn’t even watching. It seemed like Vil couldn’t care less about what Rook was doing, but she knew better; Vil’s eyes drifted over to her form every now and then, not staying for long, just enough to burn the image Rook makes into her retinas just a little longer.
It wasn’t until Rook’s palm grinded down onto her own clit, a louder muffled moan following, did Vil’s eyes linger a second longer than they did before. Her breath hitched under her queen’s gaze, watching as the muscles in her back tensed up before relaxing, going back to her meticulous skincare routine.
Rook didn’t dare go further than playing with herself with her lingerie as a barrier. Vil makes her wear it just so she can take it off herself, and Rook wouldn’t spoil that for her; no matter how horny she was, and how desperate she was to have something, anything, inside of her. She didn’t think it would take long for Vil to lose control and come over and fuck Rook herself, but she was wrong. Rook didn’t keep her noises to herself, shamelessly whining through her tie as she palmed at her clit, her panties soaking wet.
Vil left Rook writhing against her bed as she finished up her nightly skincare routine, turning around on her stool to watch Rook. She could feel her mouth water under her queen’s gaze, Vil letting out a sigh as she looked over Rook’s body carefully. She was judging her, Rook could tell, and it only made her blood pump faster. Her hips arched towards where Vil sits, trying to tempt Vil into touching her, gracing her huntsman with a moment of her touch.
It didn’t work, Vil only sitting there and watching, a bored expression on her face. Rook could feel her thighs quivering, her hands moving faster against her clothed cunt. Her queen still didn’t move, even as Rook’s whines and moans grew louder. She never looked away from Vil, the whole time she pleasured herself. At this rate, it seemed like Vil really wouldn’t touch her, letting Rook writhe by herself.
Although Rook didn’t want to finish without Vil even touching her, she knew it would only cause trouble if she stopped touching herself. Vil had given her an order, and it would break Rook’s heart if she disobeyed her housewarden. Against her will, Rook’s eyes closed as she came, her tie completely soaked in her own drool. She longed to come while looking into Vil’s eyes, wanting to stare into the most beautiful eyes she has ever seen.
Her body was now lax against Vil’s bed, trying to catch her breath. Rook opened her eyes, her hand that was groping at her breasts coming up to brush her fringe away from her sweat drenched forehead. She didn’t remove the tie from her mouth, even with how useless it really is now.
“Are you finished? I’d like to at least use you tonight before you fail on me too.” Vil’s voice was now soft and smooth, different to how she normally talks to others. Each time she did talk so gently towards Rook, it caught her off guard; Rook was no different to any other student, really, yet Vil still had a soft spot for her. It rarely showed, yet when it did, Rook’s libido grew in bounds.
Without any indication that Vil wants Rook to remove the tie from her mouth, she only opens her legs further for her queen. Rook lies against the various pillows against Vil’s headboard, wanting to look as vulnerable and tempting for her lover. She could feel the amount of slick dampening her panties, surely the pair ruined by now.
Thankfully, Vil stayed true to her words, removing her own clothes carefully as she stood from her place at her vanity. As expected of her housewarden, Vil was wearing a beautiful lingerie set too, the colour complimenting her skin beautifully. Rook was almost perpetually awestruck over Vil’s appearance, especially during sex. It didn’t pass by Rook that Vil had taken extra care in preparing her appearance earlier, not doing her usual nightly routine. She had changed her makeup, put on Rook’s favourite perfume, and had put her hair up.
Putting in all this effort for her, just for it to become a mess soon… Rook was forever grateful for Vil. “I’m glad you can go another round, I’m not really in the mood for waiting around,” Vil’s voice was slightly teasing now, coming up to crawl between Rook’s open legs. She loomed over her huntsman, an elegant hand coming to undo the tie in her mouth, throwing the fabric far away. “I’ve had such a stressful day, my love. Won’t you be a good girl and let me have my way with you?”
Rook’s mouth was already agape as she panted, her body becoming overwhelmed with how close Vil was to her; now, it turned into a lovestruck grin, her voice airy as she breathed out a quiet, “Oui, oh beautiful Vil.”
The smile on her queen’s face lifted Rook’s heart. She looked gorgeous, towering over her huntsman. Rook could only wonder if her prey feels like this when she hunts them… if so, she wouldn’t mind being Vil’s prey more often. Rook’s smile only grew as she watched one of Vil’s hands come up to cup Rook’s breast through her lingerie. Even through the fabric, she could feel the warmth of her queen’s skin, the touch itself making Rook whine happily.
Any more sounds she could make from her queen’s teasing was silenced as Vil kissed Rook. It was completely different from their usual kisses, especially during sex. Usually, it’s rushed, sloppy, almost rough. This kiss, Rook could feel the love Vil was pouring into it through her mouth. She could almost taste it. The two took their time, both indulging in the other. Rook, taking the time to remember the grooves inside of Vil’s mouth; and Vil, groping her huntsman’s breasts, the knee in between Rook’s thighs pressing against her clothed cunt.
Rook couldn’t hold back the wanton moan. She started to slowly grind herself against the knee pressed against her. With Rook’s actions, Vil smiled into their kiss causing Rook to moan louder. She loved how smug Vil became every time Rook gave in to her desires around the other. It was only when Rook was barely kissing back did Vil break away from her, looking down at Rook’s flushed, drool drenched face, and mussed hair. Vil had barely done anything to her and she already looked so debauched.
“How do you want it, Rook? Do you want me to fuck you with our toys, hm? Or maybe my fingers will be good enough for you. You can decide, I just wanted to see you.” Vil never stopped grinding her knee against Rook, nor did Rook cease her own actions.
Even though Vil’s suggestions sound… incredible right now, it’s not what Rook wants. She shook her head, looking up at her queen with an equally smug grin, “Ah, non non… like this, my love.” Rook was gentle when maneuvering Vil exactly how she wanted, their damp panties pressed together. She couldn’t help but flush even more, staring unabashed at Vil’s slick soaked lingerie. Rook obviously knew Vil was turned on by her, but seeing it and feeling it boosted her ego sky high.
Vil only gave Rook a confused look, one of her hands caressing up Rook’s stomach, and to her breasts, “I expected something more… intimate from you. Though, you’ve always been a bit filthy.” The hand on Rook’s breast slipped into her cup, taking her tit and groping it. At her queen’s touch, Rook’s legs twitched, trying to close even with Vil in between them. It made the woman above her laugh softly. She stopped playing with Rook’s tits to pull the bra up, over her breasts, exposing them.
Rook couldn’t say anything when Vil reached down, dirtying her own, graceful hands, to move Rook’s stained panties to the side, then her own. Now, both of their bare cunts were pressed against each other; Vil let out a sigh of relief, yet Rook couldn’t back the high whine that was stuck in her throat. Every time the two indulge in any form of sexual intimacy, it was too much for Rook. She could feel herself growing close already again. The heat of her queen’s core against her own, the way Vil’s meticulously manicured nails scraped against her nipples, it all made Rook twitch in excitement.
When Vil started to grind down against Rook, she couldn’t bear it anymore. She threw her head back against Vil’s cushions, a deep moan ripping out from her chest. She wanted more than anything to grab onto Vil’s hips like a lifeline, set the frantic pace she really needed; but she knew better than that. Vil was always the one in control, and Rook would never even dream of taking that away from her queen.
Instead, all Rook did was whine and moan underneath Vil, rocking her hips up to meet Vil’s thrusts. She had already come once, and her brain was fried, mainly from how alluring Vil looked. Her hair was already mused, her eyes unfocused, and her face flushed. No one else has seen her queen like this, only her trusted huntsman.
The only sounds between them were Rook’s high whimpers, Vil’s breathy moans, and the slick sound of their cunts fucking together. The feeling of Vil’s clit brushing against Rook’s own occasionally, it was driving her crazy. She was already close to coming again, still sensitive from her first orgasm; Rook didn’t expect Vil to lean down, open her mouth, and engulf her nipple into her wet mouth.
Having Vil’s teeth scrape her nipple, her mouth suckling her breast, it caused her whole body to spasm. To avoid getting knocked off, Vil held one of Rook’s legs down, continuing to fuck herself on her huntsman’s cunt. It only made Rook’s moans grow louder, thankful Vil’s room was so far from anyone else’s. She could feel drool leave her mouth, her eyes rolled back as her queen used her body to satisfy her own needs. She was still teasing Rook’s nipple in her mouth, even after Rook finished coming. Her body was still twitching, the slick from their bodies surely staining the bed covers by now.
Thankfully, Vil didn’t last much longer. She latched off of Rook’s breast, now grinding slower against Rook’s slick pussy. Her moans were still just as quiet as before, however, she was looking deep into her huntsman’s eyes as her thighs tightened around Rook. Watching her queen come from using her body was almost too much for Rook.
After Vil had calmed down, she left a chaste kiss on each of Rook’s cheeks, lying down next to her to catch her breath. “Bathe me later, will you dear? I just want to hold you for a moment.” Rook only hummed in agreement, letting Vil loosely hold her, sighing in relief as her own arms came around her lover. Neither of them said anything for a while, enjoying the other’s presence. They didn’t need words; Rook could tell something was still bothering her queen.
“Beautiful Vil? Is everything alright? You still seem so tense,” She tried to sound soothing for Vil, yet her voice was still hoarse with how much she was singing her praise earlier. Vil almost ignored Rook’s question, opting to just sigh in response.
She speaks up due to Rook’s grip tightening in a warning. “I’m fine, really. I just… wanted to see you. That’s all.” Of all people, Rook would be the only one to see through Vil’s lie. She clearly didn’t want to talk about it yet, but Rook had an inkling of what was troubling her queen.
Rook had been spending quite some time hunting other people the last few days. She couldn’t help it, but it always made Vil jealous, especially when all of her time was spent hunting Leona of all people. If it truly distressed her queen so, Rook could let her prey rest for a couple days. It would make them lower their guard, which really makes it even more worth it.
She chuckled softly, her eyes taking in Vil’s face, relaxed yet still poised. “I shall stay by your side for the next week, my Queen. Only if she would love to indulge in her huntsman, of course.” It seemed to be the right words to soothe Vil, her smile gracing Rook’s gaze. She leaned forward, kissing Rook softly before settling against her. Surely, Vil will awaken soon and the two could go another round in the bath. There’s no way Vil would end the night here, after all.