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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/F
  Fandom:
      Homestuck
  Relationship:
      Kanaya_Maryam/Feferi_Peixes
  Character:
      Feferi_Peixes, Kanaya_Maryam
  Additional Tags:
      Gills, Xenophilia, Hermaphroditic_Trolls
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-02-18 Words: 1493
****** With the Most Reckless of Abandon ******
by dogtier
Summary
     The Empress-Elect of Alternia seduces her gardener on the beach.
Notes
     Originally written for Lantadyme's write jam.
Kanaya was still slightly afraid of the ocean. It was deceptive. It was made of
great rolling dunes like her home but they didn’t stay still, they were wet
clutching masses always ready to drag you down and choke the life from your
chest. Feferi laughed at her when she finally admitted it, promising that as
Empress-Elect of the Seas she would never allow a stray wave to lay a finger on
Kanaya’s head. (Kanaya wasn’t sure that waves had fingers, nor was she
convinced that “Empress-Elect” was a real thing.)
Feferi had dragged Kanaya down to the beach in the moonlight, making Kanaya
take off her sandals and let the sand slip between her long toes. Kanaya was
sure she was going to spend hours scrubbing the grit from under her claws.
“You’re so fussy,” Feferi said. “Fussy fangs, right? That’s your nickname. I
get it now.”
“I’m hardly fussy,” Kanaya said. “I’m tidy. Do you know what happens if you
leave zombie blood on your chainsaw and then try to trim your topiaries? You
get a mess.”
“Well when you’re my gardener I promise there will be no zombies in the royal
gardens,” Feferi said. “Unless you’d get bored without them. We can get them
shipped in.”
“I’m sure you’d find other ways to keep me on my toes.”
Feferi grinned, showing off her double rows of sharp, serrated teeth.
“Come here,” Feferi said.
“But I’ve just gotten comfortable,” Kanaya said.
“Don’t make me pull rank on you,” Feferi said. “You know I hate to do it.”
“No, you don’t.”
“In that case I order you, as your Empress-Elect, to come over here and kiss
me.”
Kanaya begrudgingly (truly begrudgingly-- it wasn’t that she was shivering with
excitement, no) crawled across the sand on her hands and knees until she was in
grabbing range of Feferi’s damp, webbed fingers. Without failure, Feferi always
went right for the hair tugging. Kanaya had grown accustomed to looking in the
mirror after each tryst for missing clumps and bruises.
Feferi pushed Kanaya back.
“Sand,” Kanaya said plaintively.
“Fussy fangs,” Feferi answered, rolling them over until Kanaya was straddling
Feferi’s hips and leaning down to keep carefully kissing. Those teeth were a
death trap, make no mistake. But her neck... her neck was much more appealing.
Kanaya pulled back, littering light pecks across Feferi’s chubby cheeks over to
her face fins. She scraped her fangs carefully down them and over the ridges
while Feferi squirmed.
“Is my ‘Empress- Elect’ enjoying herself?” Kanaya asked. “I should hate to
disappoint royalty.”
“If I wake up in the evening without enough bruises to make the entire court
jealous I will be forced to mark you derelict in your duties.”
“Understood.”
Kanaya ducked down, pushing Feferi’s head gently back and to the side with her
fingers until she could see Feferi’s fluttery gills, puffing up in excitement.
And was that a little glint of gold?
“These are new,” Kanaya said, tugging on one of the rings. “I assume our dear
Meenah had a claw in it?”
“She has good ideas,” Feferi said. “Except for the culling plans. And the
‘building a golden statue of herself in every city’ idea. And the baking
standards enforcement board-”
“So basically her only good ideas are sex related,” Kanaya said.
“If you must put it bluntly.”
“They’re nice,” Kanaya said. “Rather restrained for a Peixes, really. No gems,
just simple gold.”
She tugged carefully on the ring piercing the lowest gill flap. The glitter of
the metal in the moonlight brought out the fuchsia of Feferi’s gills, much to
Kanaya’s approval. They were lovely, the little fluttery hidden fins. Kanaya
was sure they had fancy proper highblood names, but she had pupated and matured
in the desert. Why would she care about anything but the salty taste when she
gently pushed the tip of her tongue between them?
“Bite, dammit,” Feferi said. “I told you I want to see this in the evening.”
“As you wish,” Kanaya said.
She sucked one of the upper flaps into her mouth, slowly applying pressure with
great deliberateness while Feferi’s body jerked and twitched under her, the
seatroll finally crying out when Kanaya’s fangs broke skin. She released the
abused gill, licking away the drops of blood that welled up in her absence.
“We should get Meenah to do you,” Feferi said breathlessly. “You’d look so
pretty with gold in your ears. In your nose. In your tongue.”
“We got to the real point at the end there.”
“Shush,” Feferi said. “I have this whole other side of my neck, here.”
“I think silver is more my speed, your Highness.”
“Kanaya!”
Kanaya kissed across the hollow of Feferi’s throat as the girl turned her head,
arching her chin back so Kanaya could run her fingers over the fresh new set of
gills. She started above them, worrying the tendon of Feferi’s neck between her
teeth until blood bloomed just under the surface. Feferi kicked her feet in
impatience, bucking her hips against Kanaya’s-- not coordinated enough to
achieve a satisfactory grind, but interesting nonetheless.
Kanaya peeled back the protective outer gill flap and ran her tongue across the
inner frills. They flared in response, letting Kanaya nuzzle her way in deeper
as Feferi panted. The hair pulling made its scheduled appearance; Kanaya’s hair
became steadily more mussed as Feferi struggled to get a grip in spite of the
webbing between her fingers. They were good for swimming, not so good for
twisting locks of Kanaya’s hair around her knuckles and yanking hard like Rose
always did. Kanaya went back up, dragging her tongue against the grain of
Feferi’s skin. Feferi bucked her hips again, more sloppily this time.
“Need help?” Kanaya asked, shifting her hips down to meet Feferi’s more firmly.
“Bruised,” Feferi said. “I have guests tomorrow.”
Kanaya leaned back, dragging her hands down Feferi’s sides until she could push
up Feferi’s shirt. She watched Feferi’s face carefully as she carefully traced
Feferi's curves with her claws.
“Good,” Feferi said. “Oh, good good good.”
Kanaya pushed Feferi’s shirt up until it tangled under her arms. She leaned
down and licked up Feferi’s sternum before moving over to kiss the scars when
Feferi’s wriggler legs had dropped off during metamorphosis. The slight raised
edges made a perfect target for her fangs. It was harder to bite through, the
scar tissue somewhat thicker than the frail tissue of Feferi’s gills. But
Kanaya was determined to make Feferi feel sore when she was escorting the
carapacian ambassadors the next night. Every time she twisted she should feel
the sting of the puncture wounds.
“Kan!” Feferi gasped. “Come on, come on!”
“You’re so impatient,” Kanaya said.
“You’re a tease.”
Kanaya looked down at her, considering for a moment. Then she rolled to the
side.
“What the carp-”
“Come on,” Kanaya said, untying the sash of Feferi’s skirt. “I spent hours on
this embroidery, I’m not letting you ruin it.”
Feferi hurriedly pushed the skirt down off her legs, tossing it off so it
fluttered down gently on a dune. Kanaya tried not to sigh. Ruined. It was
surely ruined. Feferi grabbed her and pulled her back, rolling them down and
over and over and off the dune until they splashed into the surf, Feferi
shrieking excitedly and Kanaya just shrieking.
“Feferi!” Kanaya said.
“Whoops, now you have to take your clothes off too, what a tragedy.”
Kanaya pushed Feferi back and attacked her neck, making Feferi cry out and grab
Kanaya’s hips, grinding them into Kanaya’s as she flipped them over again. And
then Kanaya flipped them. Feferi was getting dizzy, pain and pleasure in her
neck making her head spin. This was what she needed after so many stupid nights
sitting in the throne room listening to the ancient highbloods lecture her on
how the old ways were better. She let Kanaya sit back to untie her soaked
through dress, tossing it out to sea to drift away.
“Not so fussy now,” Feferi said.
Kanaya didn’t respond, just reached down and pulled Feferi’s bulge up until she
could tangle it together with her own. Feferi rolled her hips up into Kanaya’s
rhythmic squeezes, tugging at Kanaya’s shoulders until Kanaya leaned down and
went to work on her shoulders. The twisting of Kanaya’s bulge over the frills
that flared from the upper half of Feferi's bulge made Feferi cry out. It felt
so good, she was going to get them both so messy and then she could finally
drag Kanaya into the waves to clean them off.
“Fef,” Kanaya whispered, breaking off her attack to kiss the marks she had left
on Feferi’s shoulders. She jerked her hips several more times and that was it,
that was the end of Feferi Peixes. Boom, done, finished. Ruined by a simple
seamstress/gardener/zombie slayer.
“This,” Feferi said as they curled together panting. “Is so undignified.”
“I know,” Kanaya said. “It’s perfect.”
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