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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/F
  Fandom:
      Homestuck
  Relationship:
      Nepeta_Leijon/Terezi_Pyrope, Terezi_Pyrope/Vriska_Serket
  Character:
      Nepeta_Leijon, Terezi_Pyrope, Vriska_Serket
  Additional Tags:
      Femslash, Action/Adventure, Fluff, Flushed_Romance_|_Matesprits,
      Caliginous_Romance_|_Kismesis, Alternate_Universe_-_No_Sgrub_Session,
      Sexy_Hatetimes, which_obviously_means, Violence, And_Of_Course_-
      Freeform, Smut, Masturbation, Voyeurism, PWP
  Collections:
      Femslash_Exchange_2013
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-11-11 Words: 3037
****** The Reward Is Only A Bit Better Than The Quest ******
by BatchSan
Summary
     Terezi loves to piss Vriska off and this time she brings her
     matesprit along to see sexy hatetimes in action.
Notes
     I tried to write a neat-o action/adventure fic but I seemed to have
     failed right about the moment I got into the sexy hatetimes. I'm
     sorry. (Not really.)
     (But thank you for requesting Nepeta/Terezi because omg, my
     underloved pairing!)
     Note: Some of my tenses might have gotten screwed up somewhere in the
     middle through to the end. I'm massively sorry! I'll fix them soon!
Someone’s perched in the higher limbs of a tree near her hive when Terezi
finally comes outside. It’s smart because she’s so used to the smell of the
forest that had her nose not been so keenly observant, Terezi would have easily
missed the scent of a blueberry tail swishing through the air somewhere above.
As it was, she’s prepared when an agile creature leaps silently out of the
tree, a soft clink of metal and a slight rustle of leaves overhead giving her
the only audible indication of an intruder.
Rolling forward and out of the way, Terezi felt the tug of fabric as something
metal ripped through the bottom of her cape. Kanaya will be pissed when she
sees the damage later but she has become reluctantly accepting of patching up
Terezi’s beloved dragon cape. Rolling again to the side and turning in the
process, Terezi brings her cane up just in time to block an attack to the
throat. She grins up at her attacker, pretend staring her down for a moment
before the pressure against her cane eases up and a warm cheek rubs against the
fingers of her right hand.
“Is the mighty meowbeast pretending to caliginous flirting again?” she asks,
dropping her defense. The weight atop of her doesn’t let up, but it does shift
so a nose is nuzzling her cheek.
“Meowbe,” is the answer as the nuzzling moves down to her throat.
Had it been anyone else with their face so close to her throat, Terezi would
have stuck them with the blade hidden in her cane, but this was a special case.
Matesprits and incandescent daywalkers that both made and repair your favorite
cape ever have an all access pass to her throat.
“Are we going to raid Vriska’s hive tonight?” Nepeta asked.
“Yes,” Terezi answered with a wide smile.
They had been planning this for some time and it excited Terezi in a way only
hanging a deviant criminal scalemate did. There was no better non-sexual
foreplay better than raiding your kismesis’ hive with your matesprit, except
candy red deliciousness. The thought made Terezi lick her lips and cup Nepeta’s
face to bring their mouths together. Kissing Nepeta was an explosion of beast
carcass and olive juice in her mouth, strange and gamey, and more than a little
fun when Nepeta’s tongue lapped at hers. Terezi was certain she could lie
beneath the stars all night with her like this, but, sadly, there were a
kismesis to annoy.
“The ferocious dragon requests that pretty meowbeast follow her on a mighty
quest,” Terezi said when her mouth was free.
“The mighty meowbeast wonders when the furocious dragon will then get up and
lead the way,” Nepeta said with a grin.
“The ferocious dragon thinks then that the mighty meowbeast should allow her to
get up then.”
Licking the tip of Terezi’s nose, Nepeta stood, helping her matesprit to her
feet. She helped her dust grass off the back of her cape before they set out
toward the coast. While Nepeta had asked Terezi to lead, she knew the way there
thanks to the location of her moirail’s hive beside Vriska’s. If things went
according to plan, they wouldn’t be visiting Equius tonight which sadden
Nepeta, but not enough to deter her from their objective. Adventure was
awaiting her!
They exited the comfort of Terezi’s forest and headed northeast, the twin moons
in the sky their only light. Between Terezi’s blindness and Nepeta’s hunting
abilities they actually didn’t really need light, at least not too much in one
of their cases so the moons’ light was perfect. From the south, they could
occasionally hear a guttural moan of the undead carried to them on a stray
wind. They were too far from the desert to encounter the undead but that didn’t
mean they weren’t on guard as they walked. At some point, a wingedbeast flew by
overhead, its wings spanning as far apart as the length of Vriska’s lusus. It
didn’t bother them but they remained on edge – Alteria was a dangerous place
after all.
It took over three hours to reach Vriska’s hive, owing only partly to a detour
through a river as opposed over a bridge that seemed to have collapsed during a
recent storm. Terezi cackled when Nepeta took to licking water off the nape of
her neck and returned the favor by licking the olive blood’s cheeks and lips. A
mile from there, they encountered a cholerbear that they took down in a flash
of metal blades – Nepeta riding its back as the creature fell face down on the
ground. It’s with reluctance that they decided to leave it behind, the pelt was
worth a bit of money, but Nepeta had ten of them already back at her cave.
They arrived at Vriska’s hive with little further incident, much to their
disappointment. Of all nights for all the beasts to be playing shy, Nepeta had
grumbled shortly when the shadow of the castle came into view. That was a
little while ago, now they were standing in the midst of some trees near the
base of the menacing hive, staying out of sight on the off chance Vriska looked
out a window and spotted them.
“It’s kind of scary looking,” Nepeta commented, looking up.
Terezi smirked. “If the outside of her hive looks scary you should see her
bedroom.”
Giggling, Nepeta shoved Terezi playfully.
“There’s a tunnel that should lead us to where Vriska hides her treasure,”
Terezi said, getting back to business and sniffing the air.
She sniffed around for a long moment before pointing at a bushel of shrubs
nearby. Careful not to set off any possible traps, they waded through the
shrubbery quietly. As Terezi had said, they found the entrance to a tunnel at
the center of the shrubbery, hid poorly with soil. Vriska probably thought it
wasn’t a major threat that someone could get in through there and she would be
right. Most blue bloods kept to the area immediately around their hives and
Vriska’s only visible neighbor was Equius.
They pawed away the soil and slid open the heavy lid to the tunnel’s entrance.
A ladder was hidden just inside the dark maul in the earth and Terezi led the
way down. At the bottom, they both dropped into a dusty service tunnel. What
service was once used to go through here was a mystery but it was clear it
hadn’t been used in a long time. It was hard for Terezi to navigate down here
having never been here before, but mostly because of all the dust. Nepeta felt
about for a moment before pointing Terezi in a direction, keeping her hand on
Terezi’s shoulder so as not to lose her in the pitch black darkness.
“This is so romantic,” Nepeta purred at one point.
“What is?” Terezi asked with a small knowing smirk.
“Trolling your kismewsis like this! She’s going to hate you so meowch when she
finds out some of her treasure is missing!”
“Oh yes, sexy hatetimes are eminent!” Terezi cackled.
Eventually they came to another ladder that led, most likely, up into the
castle’s vault, or at least near it. Once again Terezi led the way, knowing the
inside of Vriska’s hive better than the outside. They came up in a corridor
Terezi had never been in before so she knew they had to be in the right place.
The place smelt of old torches and old blood, but there was the definite scents
of things that didn’t belong there.
Once out of the tunnel, she pulled Nepeta tightly to her, shhing her and
pointing at the tiles ahead of them. To the uneducated nose or eye, they looked
ordinary, but Terezi could smell the napalm oil slicked over several of them.
Nepeta, on the other hand, now aware of the trap, could see a clear sheen on
eight of the tiles. They were set in such a way that anyone, even Vriska
herself, could easily set off the pressure plates beneath the napalm oil
covered tiles, triggering the flamethrower rig set up overhead out of clear
sight on the dark ceiling overhead.
They stuck to the wall, side by and stepped carefully past, relieved when
nothing went off. There were two more traps after that, one set up where a
single step on the wrong tile would make the walls smash together and another
where sections of the floor would open up and swallow an unwary explorer.
Surprisingly, the actual vault itself was wide open making Terezi roll her
eyes.
“Of course she would be so cocky to think no one could get past her traps,”
Terezi said.
“Well no one has been dumb enough to get this far.”
Nepeta and Terezi turned in time for Vriska’s entrance. Nepeta wondered how she
hadn’t heard her while Terezi scoffed.
“We got past YOUR dumb traps and you call us dumb?” Terezi asked, smiling.
Vriska growled a bit.
“What the hell are you even doing here?” she asked.
“I was just shopping for something to give to my matesprit.”
At the mention of her, Nepeta nuzzled Terezi’s cheek. “I’m purrfect without
anything.”
Terezi cackled. “Then I hate to have come all this way for nothing. What can I
do to please my kismesis?”
“Die?” Vriska suggested, crossing her arms.
“You would miss me too much if it came to that.”
“Doubtful.”
Unsheathing her blade, Terezi smiled. “Would you like to wager something on
that?”
“Showing off for your matesprit is lame,” Vriska laughed, ignoring the threat.
“Why don’t you admit to her how much you love just being a show off? How you’ve
just been dying for the chance for her to watch me get you off?”
Growling herself now, Terezi frowned.
“I should cut your tongue out of your mouth,” she said.
“You’d like that wouldn’t you?” Vriska asked, flicking her gray tongue out for
a second. “Probably keep it by your recuperacoon for lonely nights.”
Vriska laughed again when Terezi’s blade struck her now upright left arm, the
sound of metal against metal ringing sharply enough to make Nepeta wince.
Despite having the top of the blade inches from her face, Vriska only smirked
as she used her taller height to push the other troll back. Dice hit the floor
in the next instant, surprising Terezi. She only barely managed to avoid the
cloud of knives that appeared out of thin air as a result of the roll. Nearby
Nepeta tensed up but she seemed mostly excited by the deadly caliginous
flirting.
“Struck a nerve, did I?” Vriska asked, collecting her dice before the other
troll could recover. She only missed being slashed on the wrist by nanoseconds
in the process. “Guess I did.”
“Shut up, criminal.”
“Oh, so we’re resorting to name calling now, Pyrope? How about this one – Bulge
licker.”
This time Terezi does manage to slice her with her cane blade, tearing Vriska’s
jeans near her ankle. Losing the smirk on her face, Vriska threw the dice again
and got not only a nick on her right arm, but also got headbutted when Terezi
barreled into her. When a blade crisscrossed the air above them, Vriska is
barely able to roll them both out of harm’s way, Terezi’s cane clattering just
out of reach.
“You’re crazy,” Vriska growled from her place above Terezi.
“And you’re squishing me.”
It’s a surprise to no one when their lips smash together, blood blooming
between their mouths from uncaring teeth getting in the way. Vriska pinned
Terezi’s wrists above her head and rocked her hips to ignite a groan from the
troll beneath her.
“Well you wanted to know what you could do to please me, right? How about I
just take my reward and send you on your way? Use you like the pail that you
are in front of your matesprit?” Vriska asked, her voice loud enough to make
Nepeta blush.
“Maybe I should wash your disgusting mouth out with some soap,” Terezi replied.
“Try it.”
Nepeta actually takes a step back when Terezi jabbed her knee inbetween
Vriska’s legs. The blue blood made a choked sound and grabbed the other troll’s
horns, using them to bounce Terezi’s head so hard against the stone floor that
her glasses go askew on her nose. In further retaliation, Vriska tries to bite
the other girl’s shoulder and only succeeds in getting another jab of knee to
her crotch.
“Bitch,” Vriska panted.
Terezi only laughed and began licking up at the open face, forcing Vriska to
scramble back slightly to avoid being slobbered on. Not one to be dominated so
easily, she uses the chance headbutt Vriska in the face, hitting her on the
chin and almost gouging out her good eye with her horn. While Vriska scrambles
to get a good hold of horn to yank her kismesis back down to the ground, Terezi
busies herself with ripping off Vriska’s shirt, biting freely at the skin
exposed to her.
Not to be out done, Vriska abandons grabbing for horns and hair and goes after
Terezi’s shirt, which she playfully fights for with a maniacal grin on her
face. Nearby, Nepeta bites her knuckle as she watches her matesprit divested of
her clothing, literal shred by shred. The two wrestling trolls are shirtless
and braless in moments and Nepeta bites so hard on her knuckle she draws blood
from one of her purrerful teeth. It’s enough to capture Terezi’s attention
giving Vriska the chance to get her out of pants, exposing her already wiggling
bulge. Vriska, as she often tends to do, underestimates Terezi and gets kicked
in the ribs for her achievement.
“Goddamn it! Stay still!”
“Hehe!”
When Vriska grabs a handful of now messy hair, Terezi nips at her wrist and
cackles madly as Vriska uses some leverage and strength to flip her onto her
stomach. In hopes of getting her to remain like that, the blue blood sinks two
fingers into a welcoming nook and relaxes noticeably when Terezi purrs
contently from somewhere deep within her chest. Freeing herself of her jeans,
Vriska smiles, feeling back in power as she teases the other girl’s bulge with
her own.
“Don’t say I never do anything nice for you,” she says, removing her fingers
and sliding her bulge in.
“Like hell--,” Terezi begins saying and is quickly cut off by a sharp slap and
thrust.
“As you were saying, bucket?”
If Vriska hadn’t just dug her fingers into the sharp angles of Terezi’s hip and
shoulder, she would have definitely been kicked away. As it was, she slid out
and in, pushing until she was flush against the shorter troll and simply
remaining like that so Terezi could feel every twist and coil of her bulge deep
within her. Pulling out when her own impatience got the best of her, Vriska
dragged her claws down the middle of a gray back, smirking at the way Terezi
tensed and twitched but did her best not to moan like she wanted to.
And then she set in to work, making Nepeta gasp in fascination as she watched
the concupiscent copulation between the two kismesis. Finding she enjoyed
having a watcher, Vriska made sure to not take it light on Terezi, pounding
into her unforgivingly as her fingers dug hard enough into her hips to leave
bruises. Despite it all, the stubborn teal blood didn’t give Vriska the
satisfaction of begging or moaning too much, only digging her claws hard enough
into the mortar around a stone to leave crescent shapes deep into them.
“Hey, Pyrope,” Vriska huffed, grabbing the back of her hair with her metal
hand. “Take a sniff at your little meowbeast.”
Taking a deep inhale, Terezi smiled as she caught the scent of Nepeta’s blood,
stronger in the air from a combination of accidentally breaking the skin before
and having her bulge firmly in her hand. She also caught the whiff of an
adorable blush as Nepeta realized she had been spotted.
“Don’t stop,” Terezi told her matesprit.
Nodding, Nepeta went back to stroking her bulge, the tip happily encompassed
about her wrist as she moved her hand up and down the rest of its length.
Terezi’s mouth salivated as she thought about having it in her mouth, the tip
wrapped around her tongue as she tried to swallow down as much of Nepeta as she
could. That makes her moan, deep and wantonly which Vriska of course
misinterprets as something she’s doing right.
Pushing herself backward so she’s flush against Vriska’s front, Terezi reaches
up and yanks hard on one of the troll’s horns, making her lean forward. She
takes the chance to kiss Vriska, wanting something to do with her mouth.
Inhaling brings her again the sight of her matesprit, heady with lust for her.
She can also smell the slight uncertainty that arises her when Vriska wraps a
hand around her throat, squeezing but not hard enough to kill. Terezi smiles
wildly.
“That the best you got?” she teases, finding her breathing difficult but not
impossible.
Thoroughly annoyed with Terezi, Vriska pushes her off and pushes her onto her
back. Terezi holds the blue blood’s hair up away from her face as her mouth
descends to her nook. She squeals happily, overdramatic to both annoy Vriska
and make Nepeta smile. But she really does lose it when a tongue lashes out at
her again and again, making her lose her breath for real. She moans, arcs, and
purposely wiggles about to make the blue blood’s job harder than it should be.
But she finds that she can’t come until Nepeta whimpers in orgasm, the sound
going straight to her bulge.
“Who’s the bucket now?” Terezi cackles as Vriska sits up and wipes her face.
“Yeah, yeah, but you owe me. Be thankful I’m such a generous person.”
Rolling a gold coin between her fingers, Terezi says, “Yes, so generous. All
hail the great Mindfang and her actual knowledge of where treasure can be
found.”
This, as expected, sets Vriska off on a massive rant about herself and Terezi
takes the opportunity to motion Nepeta over so they cuddle up together.
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