Eating Your Weight: Planted Seeds

Been a little while since we've had some smut so this chapter is basically all smut! Gotta keep with the setting and all that ;)

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​Mittelt smoothed out a cotton shirt with a precision that bordered on the obsessive. She carefully folded the sleeves inward, tucked the hem, and placed it into the wicker basket with a sharp, punctuating pat. She moved on to the next item—a pair of slacks—making sure the creases aligned perfectly so as not to ruffle or wrinkle them unnecessarily.

​Once the pile was finished, she lifted the heavy basket into her arms. The warm, cloying smell of baked linens wafted into her nose. She wrinkled her small, aristocratic nose at the artificial flowery scent of the detergent. It was a human smell—soft, safe, and utterly infuriating.

​She had reluctantly, and with a great deal of internal screaming, fallen into her place as a servant of the Kanei household. It burned her to the very soul to be ordered around by lowly humans, to spend her hours contending with static cling and dust bunnies instead of the blood and glory of the Grigori. But it wasn't as if she had any other option. Without her magic, she was just a girl in a frilly dress, and the world outside that front door was currently crawling with Gremory-branded executioners.

​At least the chores aren't hard, she thought, her heels clicking rhythmically on the hardwood as she made her way into the hallway. Just mind-numbing. Banal. A waste of an elite mind.

​She almost wished she was back in the war. At least then, the boredom was punctuated by the thrill of battle and the occasional spray of blood. Here, the biggest thrill was finding a matching pair of socks in the dryer. She carried the basket into a spare room and placed it on the bed. She gave the neatly folded laundry a final, lingering sneer before stepping out and slamming the door shut with a satisfying thud.

​She’d been working her ass off all morning. She deserved a break.

​Mittelt headed back through the house, her eyes darting around to ensure Miyo wasn't lurking in the shadows with a checklist. She stopped by the kitchen, snatched a crisp apple from the bowl on the counter, and headed for the backyard.

​The porch was bathed in sunlight, the wood warm beneath her feet. It was a nice day—disgustingly nice. A gentle breeze blew across the yard, carrying the scent of cut grass and the distant sound of neighborhood life. Mittelt sat on the edge of the porch, her skirt bunching up around her knees as she crossed her legs. She took a sharp, aggressive bite of the fruit, her slitted pupils tracking a small bird working on its nest in a nearby oak tree.

​Wind caressed the branches, causing the nest to sway precariously from side to side, but the bird didn't seem to mind. It just kept weaving, focused on its work.

​It was peaceful, the kind of stillness Mittelt would usually hate. She usually preferred watching TV or making fun of Dohnaseek’s stupid fedora. He always got so mad whenever someone insulted his stupid sense of fashion.

​Can't do that anymore, she thought bitterly. Her eyes slipped shut, the warmth of the sun pressing against her eyelids. I hope wherever they ended up is better than this. Except Raynare.. Fuck that cunt.

​Mittelt wasn't sure how much time passed as she sat there, the apple core browning in her hand. She was eventually forced out of her peaceful stupor by a sharp, rhythmic tap-tap-tap on the window behind her.

​Her eyes snapped open, and she blinked in genuine surprise. The world around her had shifted. The bright gold of midday had been replaced by long, stretching shadows and a sky bathed in deep, bruised shades of orange and violet.

​I fell asleep? The thought sent a jolt of alarm through her. When was the last time she’d felt relaxed to accidentally fall asleep in a place that wasn't her own bed? She couldn't remember.

​Another sharp tap. She turned her head to see Miyo staring at her through the sliding glass door. The maid’s expression was the usual mask of cool stoicism, but Mittelt could have sworn there was a flicker of amusement in those dark eyes that she really didn't care for.

​Mittelt let out a long sigh and pushed herself to her feet. She slid the door open, crossing her arms over her chest and staring up at the taller woman with all the defiance she could muster.

​“What?” she snapped.

​“Your break is over,” Miyo said. “I need you to go put the laundry in the spare room that you decided to put off. Also, find Naomi and tell her that dinner is going to be a little late. I still have to run to the grocery store for a few things.”

​Mittelt felt her lip curl. “Why can’t you go tell her?”

​Miyo raised an eyebrow in silent challenge. “I just said I have to go to the grocery store. Besides, I let you sleep on the porch for two hours. The least you can do is go say a few words to your benefactor.”

​Mittelt growled, the sound vibrating in her chest, but she couldn't find a logical way to refute the point. The woman was right, and that made it even more annoying.

​“Fine,” she stomped past Miyo, her heels clacking loudly as she made her way toward the room she left the laundry in.

​After ten minutes of aggressively putting away clothes, Mittelt made her way upstairs to Naomi’s room, her mind a chaotic mess of conflicted feelings.

Though she detested the chores she was being made to do, she couldn't rightfully say that she loathed being here all that much. Sure, she hated wearing the concealing dress, and the fact that the magic in her body was still not completely settled, making her feel sluggish and off…

​But beneath all that was a nagging sense of gratitude. Naomi didn't have to save her. She could have let her die in that alley or thrown her out to the wolves after Mittelt was ousted from the Grigori, but instead the girl had given her a place where she could sleep without one eye open.

​I’m not gonna drop to my knees and thank her for letting me live, Mittelt told herself, reaching the top of the stairs. I just... appreciate the lack of being dead.

​She stomped up to Naomi’s door, pushing it open without hesitation, her mouth already open to deliver the message so she could get it over with, but the words died in her throat. 

“Do you ever lock your door?” she asked, her voice flat as her eyes remained fixated on the sight in front of her.

Orange eyes regarded her with amusement, and the sound of wet slurping rang in the Fallen's ears. “Again, this is my house. Maybe you should practice knocking next time.”

Somehow, Mittelt didn't think that would help. She doubted they'd hear a bomb going off judging by the scene in front of her 

In the middle of the room, beside the bed, Aika was kneeling between Naomi’s legs, her head bobbing rhythmically as she nursed the girl's cock, one hand stroking the thick shaft in time with her movements while the other worked busily between her own thighs. They were both completely naked, the air in the room heavy with the scent of sex. They'd clearly been going at this for a while.

Even as Naomi addressed Mittelt, she didn't stop the girl from working her cock. If anything, the grip she had in the brunette's hair tightened slightly, holding her in place as she rolled her hips.

“Anyway, it's not like you haven't seen worse,” Naomi reminded her, her voice breathless but steady. Her hips twitched slightly as Aika swirled her tongue. “Did you need something?”

The Fallen Angel nodded slowly. “The maid sent me to tell you that dinner is going to be late.”

"You're also a maid, you know? But that's fine," Naomi groaned, her head lolling back for a moment before she fixed her gaze on Aika. "I'm pretty sure this is gonna take an hour or two anyway."

With that, Naomi shifted her grip, tangling her fingers tighter into Aika’s hair, and began to thrust her hips forward forcefully, driving her cock deep into the kneeling girl’s mouth. Aika didn't resist, relaxing her throat and taking it, her eyes fluttering shut as she accepted the rough treatment.

Mittelt stood in the doorway, rooted to the spot. She knew she should leave, she wanted to, but her eyes were glued on the sight in front of her. 

Blue eyes traced the length of Naomi’s shaft, watching it disappear and reappear from Aika’s lips. Once again, Mittelt had to admit that it was an impressive piece of anatomy – ten inches of pale, vein-riddled meat framed by a patch of neat black pubic hair that had been recently trimmed. There was something almost picturesque about the contrast of Naomi’s pale skin against Aika’s flushed face.

Mittelt noted begrudgingly that the girl's cock wasn't the only appealing thing about her. The tomboyish girl’s features – which Mittelt had mentally cataloged as ‘feral tomboy’, worked well for her. She was lean and muscular, and the black scales glittering against her pale skin gave her an almost exotic look that Mittelt had never seen before.

Her attitude towards sex was on full display here, and was one that the Fallen usually sneered at. Mittelt was typically the one holding the leash or wearing the strap, but for the first time in a long while, she found herself imagining what it would be like to be on the receiving end, pinned down by those powerful arms and pounded into until she couldn't think straight.

Unfortunately, her staring didn't go unnoticed. Naomi slowed her pace just enough to turn that infuriating smirk toward Mittelt, her orange eyes dancing with amusement. "If you're gonna hang around and watch the show," she drawled, her voice thick with smugness, "could you please close the door at least? I don't want my parents accidentally walking in."

Mittelt blinked, then slowly turned her head to look at the open corridor behind her. She stared at it, then looked back at Naomi, who had already returned her attention to the girl between her legs, clearly expecting the Fallen to scurry away in embarrassment.

The tempo had picked up again. Naomi was thrusting her hips with renewed vigor, driving deep into Aika's throat. The brunette gagged with every thrust, her eyes watering, but judging by the growing puddle of arousal forming on the sheets beneath her knees, she was loving every second of it and clearly anticipating what was coming next.

Her desperation was palpable, and even if Mittelt wasn't a creature of lust, she would have been able to feel the desire thick in the air. The girl wanted this, and Mittlet was starting to worry that she wasn't the only one 

She pressed her thighs together, feeling an intense flare of heat build inside her core. The friction of her stockings did little to quell the throbbing need, and Mittelt bit her lip as Naomi picked up speed.

Fuck it. With a sharp motion, she stepped fully into the room and slammed the door shut with a resounding bang.

The noise startled the girls on the bed. They turned toward her, eyes wide with surprise. Aika even went so far as to pull the cock out of her mouth, something she hadn’t done since Mittelt first entered the room, thick strings of saliva connecting her lips to Naomi’s swollen tip.

Mittelt reached underneath the frills of her dress, hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her panties. With a swift wriggle of her hips, she slid them down her legs, stepping out of the damp fabric and letting it fall to the side of the door. Without breaking eye contact with the pair on the bed, she climbed onto the mattress, the springs creaking under her slight weight.

Naomi and Aika watched, wide-eyed and motionless, as the Fallen Angel positioned herself at the head of the bed. Mittelt leaned back against the pillows, spreading her legs wide and to reveal her shaved, glistening pussy, and brought two fingers to her folds, rubbing herself in slow deliberate circles, her breath hitching almost instantly.

They stared, completely flabbergasted as she began to masturbate in front of them. “Well?” Mittelt snapped, though her voice was breathier than she intended. She sneered at them, her blue eyes dark with lust. “Get back to it. You're still not fucking me, but I'll let you watch if you return the favor.”

The two girls on the bed didn't need to be told twice. The interruption had done nothing to dampen Naomi's arousal; if anything, the presence of an audience seemed to spur her on. She tightened her grip in Aika’s hair, pulling the girl’s face back down toward her aching length.

“Open up,” Naomi commanded, her voice raspy with need.

Aika parted her lips obediently, and Naomi didn't hesitate. She thrust her hips upward, burying her cock deep into the warm, wet confines of Aika's mouth. The brunette gagged slightly as the tip hit the back of her throat, but she relaxed her jaw, letting Naomi fuck her face with abandon.

Mittelt’s eyes were glued to the display, her fingers working her clit with a desperate rhythm as the wet sounds of Aika’s throat being filled echoed in the room. She watched the way Naomi’s muscles flexed, her breath hitching every time she bottomed out inside of Aika's throat. The Fallen Angel had seen plenty of debauchery in her long life, but there was an honesty to the way Naomi fucked the girls face that she found intoxicating. She knew what she wanted and she was taking it, as it should be.

Naomi was relentless, her hips snapping upward with increasing ferocity. “Take it,” she growled, her voice strained.

With a groan, Naomi slammed her hips up one final time, burying herself to the hilt. Aika’s eyes bulged slightly as her throat was used, her body jerking with the force of the thrust. Mittelt watched intently as Naomi’s body went rigid, her abs clenching tight as she rode out her orgasm.

A thick, guttural groan tore from Naomi’s throat as she rolled her hips into Aika's face. She held Aika’s head down, burying herself to the hilt as she worked out her load. Aika’s body jerked with the force of it, her throat working frantically to swallow the sudden flood of seed, yet even with her best efforts, it was too much. White, viscous fluid spilled from the corners of her stretched lips, running down her chin and dripping onto her heaving breasts, marking her as thoroughly owned.

Mittelt watched the display with rapt attention, her own fingers moving faster against her slick folds. The sight of the girl losing control, her back arching in a bow of pleasure, sent a jolt of electricity through the Fallen's system. 

Breathing heavily, Naomi finally released her grip on Aika’s hair, allowing the girl to pull back. Aika gasped for air, coughing slightly as she wiped the cum from her eyes, licking her lips with a dazed, satisfied expression. But Naomi wasn’t done yet. 

The girl hooked her hands under Aika’s arms, ignoring the slippery mess of saliva and seed on the girl's chest, and hauled her up onto the bed. 

“Turn around, babe,” she commanded, her voice still husky with the afterglow but laced with the sharp edge of lusty hunger.

Aika scrambled to obey, positioning herself on her hands and knees, presenting her ass to Naomi. The girl was trembling, her thighs slick with her own arousal, dripping onto the already stained sheets.

Mittelt watched from her perch, her fingers still lazily circling her clit, though her pace had slowed to let the anticipation build. She had a perfect view as Naomi shuffled forward, aligning that massive cock with Aika's waiting entrance. With a grunt of exertion, the girl pushed forward, burying inches of veiny meat into the willing slut.

Aika cried out, her back arching as Naomi pushed inside, the sheer girth of the futanari girl’s cock forcing her walls to stretch to accommodate the intrusion. The sound echoed through the room as Naomi established a ruthless rhythm immediately. She didn't give Aika time to adjust, gripping the girl’s hips with bruising force as she began to pound into her, the wet slap of flesh meeting flesh filling the air.

Mittelt watched with a critical eye, her fingers moving a little faster as heat began pooling in her belly at the display. Aika was already unraveling, her head dropping to the mattress as she moaned like a bitch in heat, her body shaking with every thrust.

It was pathetic.

The sight of Aika dissolving into a mindless, moaning wreck should have been satisfying for someone like Mittelt, but instead, it was annoying. Aika looked so cheap, so utterly ruined by a few inches of cock, her voice pitching into hysterical squeals every time Naomi’s hips snapped forward. Go be so thoroughly dominated by one’s own senses was undignified, a weakness only humans possessed. It was an insult to the concept of pleasure that had caused Mittelt to Fall in the first place!

“God, look at you,” Mittelt sneered, her voice thick with arousal but dripping with condescension nonetheless. She pulled her slick fingers away from her clit, shifting her body up the mattress until she was within reach of Aika’s head. “You worthless human. You can't even handle a little pleasure without falling apart.”

Aika tried to turn her face toward the sound of Mittelt's voice, her eyes glassy and unfocused, but Naomi chose that moment to deliver a particularly brutal thrust, driving a high-pitched whine from the girl's throat that lasted several seconds

Naomi didn't let up, her hips slapping loudly against Aika's ass, driving the girl forward with every thrust. The sound was rhythmic and wet, punctuated by Aika's pathetic, high-pitched mewls.

“I had thought you were some kind of fighter when we first met, slinging around spell like a competent magician m, but seeing you know, all I see is a cheap whore,” Mittelt scoffed, her lip curling in disdain. “Is that all you are? A hole to be used?”

Before Aika could even formulate a response, her face was shoved to the side by the sole of Mittelt's foot. The Fallen Angel extended her leg, pressing her small, stocking-clad foot against the girl's flushed cheek. 

“Look at me,” Mittelt commanded, using her other foot to grab Aika's face, forcing the girl's head to stay straight while Naomi continued to wreck her from behind.

Mittelt dug her toes in slightly against Aika’s cheek, feeling the skin hot and damp with sweat and exertion. The silky fabric of her black stockings created a friction against the girl's soft skin as she tilted Aika’s head back, forcing her to look  at her.

“I said, look at me,” Mittelt sneered, her voice dripping with haughty disdain. "I can't believe you're this pathetic. You're moaning like a dying animal. What kind of woman let's themselves go insane over a few inches of dick?"

The taunt was laced with arrogance, but as she said it, Mittelt’s eyes flickered toward Naomi. She watched the sweat glisten on the girl's scaled stomach, watched the way those eyes burned with a primal intensity that made the Fallen's breath hitch. Despite her words,  the idea of taking the monster that currently had Aika drooling and insensate was terrifying.

And yet the throbbing heat between Mittelt’s legs betrayed her. She was dripping wet, her own juices soaking the bedspread beneath her. Her fingers moved a bit faster, producing a wet sound that was thankfully drowned out by Aika's cries.

Naomi noticed her staring and smirked, but Mittelt cut her off before she could speak.

“Whatever filthy thoughts are going through your head, get rid of them," Mittelt snapped, though the command lacked its usual bite, coming out as a breathy pant. She pressed her heel harder into Aika's cheek, ensuring the girl couldn't look away even as she spoke to Naomi. “Just because you have a big dick doesn't mean you're in my league.”

Naomi chuckled, not slowing her hips for a second. “Keep telling yourself that, Princess,” she grunted, sweat dripping from her chin onto Aika's back to thrust deeper. “But you're the one ruining my bedspread to the sight of me working over my girlfriend. You might not think I'm in your league, but the rest of you clearly does.” 

Mittelt opened her mouth to retort, to assert her superiority once more, but the words died in a choked gasp. The pressure that had been building low in her belly was reaching a boiling point and she knew this was it. Her toes curled inside her stockings, and her thighs began to tremble violently. 

She could see it in Naomi too in the way the girl's rhythm became erratic, her grip on Aika's hips turning bruising and her breath coming in short, sharp hisses. It seemed that her estimate of a couple hours had been far off

Naomi’s hips slammed forward one last time, burying herself to the hilt inside Aika with a thrust that rattled the bed frame. A sharp, guttural cry tore from Naomi's throat as she emptied herself deep inside the girl, her whole body seizing up as she pumped rope after rope of hot seed into Aika’s abused hole.

The sight was the final straw for Mittelt. The sheer dominance in Naomi’s expression, the utter debasement of Aika, and the wet, rhythmic sounds of her cock grinding in the girl's pussy sent her hurtling over the edge. Mittelt's back arched off the mattress, her mouth opening in a silent scream as her orgasm crashed over her with the force of a tidal wave.

Her pussy clenched around her own fingers like a vice, and she gave a sharp whispered ‘fuck’ as she lost control. A sudden gush of fluid erupted from her cunt, spraying clear across the short distance to the bed to hit Aika directly in the face, washing over the girl’s cheeks and mixing with the tears and saliva already there. Aika sputtered, her eyes going wide as the Fallen Angel marked her, but she was too lost in her own climax to care.

The room spun around the three of the , the air thick with the musk of sex and the heavy, ragged breathing of three girls lost in the aftermath of their exertion. The silence that followed was deafening, broken only by the dripping of fluids onto the mattress.

Naomi was the first to move. With a low, satisfied groan, she slowly pulled her hips back. Her cock slid out of Aika with a lewd shlorp followed immediately by a flood of thick, white cum that poured from the brunette’s pussy, pooling on the already ruined sheets beneath them. Aika let out a sad whimper at the loss, her limbs finally giving out as she collapsed face-forward onto the mattress, her body twitching with the aftershocks and her face glistening with the evidence of Mittelt’s little rant.

Mittelt lay sprawled against the pillows, her chest heaving. Her legs felt like jelly, and her heart hammered against her ribs like a trapped bird. She stared up at the ceiling, trying to regain her composure, but it was hard with her body humming with a pleasure she hadn't felt in centuries. 

For a long moment, the only sound in the room was the heavy, synchronized breathing of three exhausted bodies. The scent of sex was hung thick and in the air, a tangible reminder of the debauchery that had just taken place, and Mittelt slowly licked her lips, savoring the return of something that she had been missing for far too long.

Naomi was the first to break the silence. She let out a long sigh, running a hand through her sweaty hair before pushing the messy strands out of her eyes. She looked down at Aika, who was still collapsed in a heap, in the soaking wet sheets. The brunette was trembling slightly, murmuring incoherent little sounds of satisfaction.

“Sorry about that. I didn't mean to go that hard. I just sort of lost it after Mittelt joined in,” Naomi said, her voice rough with lust.

Aika didn't respond verbally, instead lifting a shaky hand and giving the girl a thumbs up to indicate there were no hard feelings. Naomi snorted at the sight.

“I'll buy you something nice to apologize,” She shifted her weight, sitting back on her heels and gesturing vaguely at the puddle of fluids spreading beneath them. “Though we definitely need to change the bedding before my parents get back.”

And that, the mention of yet more work, was Mittelt's cue to leave.

Without a word, she swung her legs over the edge of the bed. She stood on slightly shaky legs, smoothing down her dress with both hands, careful not to stain it. She ignored the way her skin stuck to the fabric in places, ignoring the cooling dampness between her thighs.

Naomi watched her, a lazy smirk playing on her lips, but Mittelt didn't give her the satisfaction of eye contact. She spotted her discarded panties lying by the door where she had kicked them earlier and bent down and snatched them up, stepping into them and pulling them up her legs while completely ignoring the sticky feeling between her thighs.

She smoothed the fabric of her uniform down, taking a moment to compose herself.

“Have fun with that,” Mittelt said, her voice regaining its customary snarky tone. She didn't look back at the pair on the bed, simply pulling open the door and stepped out into the hallway.

The silence of the hallway was deafening. Mittelt leaned back against the wood for a moment, taking a deep breath of the comparatively cooler, cleaner air. Her heart was still racing, her thighs trembling faintly with the aftershocks of her release. She could feel the sticky remnants of her arousal beginning to dry, an uncomfortable reminder of the loss of control she had just indulged in. It was infuriating. She was Mittelt, a Fallen Angel, not some common human succubus. Yet, the image of Naomi’s smirking face, the sound of Aika’s cries, and the sheer weight of the pleasure she had experienced refused to leave her mind.

She pushed herself off the doorframe, forcing her legs to move. One foot in front of the other. The rhythm of her footsteps on the hardwood helped ground her, pushing the fog of the encounter back into the recesses of her mind. She descended the stairs, her hand trailing along the banister, trying to anchor herself.

When she reached the ground floor, the smell of food preparation wafted from the kitchen. She inhaled -- roast chicken and herbs, a stark contrast to the raw musk she had just breathed in.

 Miyo was home. Mittelt immediately stiffened, her eyes darting toward the kitchen door. She hadn’t realized that it had been so long but she had no desire to see the woman like this. She pointedly avoided the room, pivoting toward the living area to continue her duties.

​Unfortunately, it didn't matter where she went in the house, the smell of sex, and the sticky feeling of her own juices and seat clung to her. She couldn't escape it. It lingered with her for the rest of the day, a reminder of what she had witnessed and done.

And when she laid down that night, wound up tighter than a spring and flushed with desire, it followed her into her dreams as well.