Like people, right?. [ one and one make two - except for those extraordinary circumstances when everything comes together just right, and one and one make three. it might be a child, it might be a new suit for superpowers, it might just be a quick, shared experience. something intimate, maybe warm and a little flushed, with tangled limbs and deep, seering kisses -
huh, maybe she’s pent up. from being near celine, from turning down the advances of two super gorgeous handmaidens, it only makes sense that she couldn’t sleep. and why she’s thinking about sex like, a lot.
her pulse spikes, partially from the pollen, partially from having celine even closer than she had been. she tries not to think about the weight of celine’s breasts on her back, and nearly immediately fails. they’d be good to feel, or even to taste. ] It’s nice. Sweet, and I think a little spicy, and - there’s, uh. something else. [ penny shivers, pressing back into celine’s grip. the older woman keeps her close to the flowers. not so close as to be inhaling directly from the blooms as she had a moment ago, but penny can still feel the heat buzzing at her nose.
or maybe that’s something else. it’s awfully warm. ]
[ celine's smile broadens just a little. ] Like people. Precisely. [ her fingers move idly against the small of penny's back; almost dancing a ballet, so light yet frequent is her touch. the fragrance of the flowers linger in the air, but it has no effect on celine. she's always careful to ensure that none of her creations, however mild, can be used against her. besides, she hardly needs an aphrodisiac scent wafting through the air to conjure up desire within. she's already brimming with it, particularly here and tonight with penny parker. ]
Careful. [ celine giggles a little as penny presses back into her grasp, and she eases around to wrap her arms around penny's waist. ] There are many scents on this world and others you would find alien, and hard to describe. One day, I hope I'll set foot on your planet, and take in the unique scents there. [ celine tilts her head and takes an obvious sniff of penny's neck. ] I'm already enjoying them. You feel warm, darling.
[ she nearly beams when celine agrees with her. given how late it is and how cloudy her head’s starting to feel, penny’s not entirely sure she’s making sense, so it’s nice that she’s not talking complete gibberish. (for now). penny shrugs, or at least tries to, with empress tightening her grip. ]
They’re just scents, there’s nothing that special. Not compared to her. [ because of course nothing like home really feels extraordinary, it’s home. freshly-cut grass and stale donuts and garbage on the streets can’t compare to the complicated, foreign, utterly alien scents on another freakin’ planet. even with a woman like celine as her guide.
and speaking of which - yeah, something’s starting to really stir. celine’s getting more overt, and penny can’t think of a reason to push her away. ] Uh - [ she stammers, trying to not think about celine’s breath warm on her skin. ] Yeah, it’s pretty hot.
[ except it’s not, it’s completely perfect, the same as it had been a moment ago. penny absentmindedly pulls at the loose knot of her robe, undoing it, letting it open to show the negligee underneath. and even that’s not doing much to hide the heave of her breasts, or how her nipples stiffen. ]
[ celine presses herself against penny's back with a firm warmth; her ample breasts crush against the thin fabric which does so little to separate flesh from flesh, and her chin rests upon penny's head for a moment. she feels penny loosen her robe, and her smile shifts almost imperceptibly upward. the redhead peers down over penny, lips parting a little as she drinks in the new view of the younger woman's breasts confined within the negligee which, like everything else, is a gift from celine.
and really, everything IS a gift from celine. she's always thought so, since ascending the throne and taking the title of empress. air and water, food and shelter, pleasure and pain: they're all gifts, for which celine is owed everything.
she inclines her head again, taking another obvious inhale of penny's scent and then exhaling as if she's tasting wine. ] You're right, darling. It is hot tonight. [ celine unwinds herself from penny, letting her hand caress a shoulder as she drifts forward with dreamy slowness. standing in front of penny but facing away, celine lets undoes the one or two laces upon her dress to let it slide away like oil and pool at her feet, leaving her in -
- in next to nothing. just a green lace thong and nothing more. ] That's better.
[ it’s a little surprising that celine is going to take penny’s frankly pitiful excuse at face value. and it’s a bit of a relief to have celine step away, feel the cool(ish) air against her frame. but just as well, penny’s groin just about twitches with need, and not having the empress so close to her is suddenly - intolerable.
she’s about to say something, about to backtrack and say that no, they can still cuddle, what they were doing was cuddling, wasn’t it - hold on, do they have cuddling in the empire? and then celine’s gown drops.
and really, penny should have known it wasn’t going to be quite so easy.
for a moment, she’s rooted to the ground, eyes wide in obvious shock. ] Oh. [ celine doesn’t turn around, like she’s waiting for something. ] Oh, wow. [ how can somebody be that perfect, even from the back? penny stares, doesn’t make any attempt to hide it in any way.
maybe it’s because of the guidance of her handmaidens. maybe it’s the arousing power of the pollen, engineered specifically for a horny, obedient daze. or maybe it’s celine’s own psionics, teasing at penny’s brain, nudging her along. but regardless, she hears a voice in some tiny corner of her head: distant, soft, and spoken like steel.
Show Propriety.
this is the empire. celine is the empress. there’s only one way to show the correct propriety - and gratitude, and deference. penny’s nearly shaking with arousal as she lets her own robe slide down her shoulders, though she bunches the fabric up into a ball, holding it in her hands.
Kneel.
penny kneels, cautiously and a little awkwardly, sitting back on the balls of her heels. ] Your Majesty.
[ with her back stilled turned to penny, celine can almost see what the younger woman is doing. the shock, the lust, the kneeling which comes on the heels of it all. the redhead grins with open delight, then restrains her expression into a more subtle, gentle smile. waiting until she's certain that penny has her head bowed, celine turns and stalks toward her.
she looks good like this, celine thinks, but then she's always preferred people when they show their due submission to her will. it's just that penny looks especially adorable doing so. ] Hm, you didn't do that when we first met. I wonder what changed. [ celine drifts closer, slow and easy as a light breeze, until she's standing so close that penny would only have to dip her head to kiss celine's feet. ]
Maybe you like it here. Maybe you're starting to believe -- to understand -- that you belong here... with me. And that involves being a subject, showing deference, respect, submission. You have a talent for it. Now, I want to ask you something. Don't lie, I'll know. Now, tell me, dear... [ celine reaches out and with one finger, tilts penny's head up by the chin so she can see the full glory of her naked empress. ] What do you want more than anything, right now?
[ shit, what had changed? penny ducks her head, trying to think things through logically. it’s only been a couple of weeks since her arrival, and celine’s been forwards about her desires, sure, but penny’s pretty sure she’s done an admirable job of putting up the appropriate boundaries. but something about this night has been different, even before visiting the flowers. was it just being tired? being pent up? the glimmer of vulnerability that the empress showed, however brief and fleeting?
(spare a thought for penelope parker: not used to cutthroat courtroom politics, not used to gladiatorial games, and certainly not used to the idea that celine’s liable to dose her with aphrodisiacs on a whim. she’ll learn.) ]
It’s nice. [ it’s almost stammered out, barely above a whisper, and penny winces after she says it. because yeah, it’s a planet full of the most gorgeous landscapes - and people - she’s ever seen. ‘nice’ is an understatement.
her breath hitches as celine guides her head up, and by the time they make eye contact - after celine’s legs, after her thong, after the perfect slope of her waist and swell of her breasts - penny’s nearly hyperventilating. she squeezes her thighs together because, god, she’s never been this horny in her life. ]
I - I - [ she swallows. ] I really - uh - Iwanttohavesexwithyou.
[ celine hardly needs penny to tell her anything. she knows the young woman desires her, because... well, because she's celine, and it's a natural state of the world for her to be desired. that's without the quiver in penny's voice and upon her lip, without the obvious flame in her eyes, without the very scent of her arousal pervading the air in a way that would escape others, but not celine. no, celine can practically inhale penny parker right now.
the redhead licks her lips as if in contemplation, despite already being entirely certain of what she's going to do. ] Of course, Penny. You already adore me, don't you? [ celine doesn't wait for an answer, not when it's a question she's never needed an answer to. everyone adores her.
celine lets her fingers glide ever-so-lightly through penny's dark hair, and then digs both thumbs into the rim of her thong. ] Take this off for me, darling. There's a good girl.
[ penny’s an open book. even at the best of times, she wears her heart on her sleeve. she complains merrily, she kvetches, she observes, all in a running commentary, mask on or mask off. but now, with what defenses she has peeled off her like celine’s gown, she’s fully exposed. a woman like the empress will, no doubt, be able to see every tremor and micro-expression on penny’s pretty face.
a woman like the empress will peer into her mind just as easily.
good girl causes her to gasp; penny nearly chokes on air as she tries (and fails) to stop halfway through. she doesn’t say anything, just nods - she likes celine, likes her a lot. maybe it’s adoring. ]
Y - yes, Ma’am. [ she squeezes her thighs together again, feeling the slick between her legs, and moves, shifting forwards so she can hook two fingers into the band of celine’s thong and slowly pull it down. it feels wrong, somehow, to do this - not to undress celine, but to be so close, to be so fortunate as to have her fingers trace celine’s thighs and calves as she touches her. ]
[ celine successfully restrains a broad, nigh-giddy smile into a mere twitch of the lips. she doesn't want penny to see how excited she is, not yet. no, she will remain firm. she will remain in-control of both penny and herself. she will take her time, because she's been waiting long enough and it'll only flavor the dish to wait a little longer before dining.
still, penny calling her ma'am does feel like a victory. a small, early victory... but she celebrates the small ones as much as the large. ] Yes, there's a good girl... [ her voice is a cool breath sandwiched between the lightest of moans in response to penny's fingers digging into her thong and pulling it down, just as slow as she wants. the night air breezes against her bared cunt; a slick mound topped off with just a little red pubic hair. the material pools around her feet. ]
Now, take my hands. [ and the moment penny does, celine squeezes them with gentle affection. a reassuring motion. ] As reward for being so very good, you may kiss me. Anywhere you like. Just once, just briefly... but anywhere. Lips, tits, cunt... anywhere. Every inch of me is open to you in this moment, my darling.
[ it’s wild, to be here - late at night, outside in the empress’ private gardens, feeling her full gaze and attention. penny thought that she’d been through that before during their breakfasts, or when celine took her on a guided (and probably partial) tour of the palace. she was an intense woman, and penny always felt a little like a spectacle under her look.
but nothing compares to this, kneeling and caught up in the sheer lust and power of the radiant empress. penny nearly melts at her touch, head lolling to the side as she nods. it takes a moment for the command to sink in, for penny to reach up and slip her hands into celine’s.
kiss her. anywhere. and there’s a lot of good options, but there’s only one that penny’s thinking about right now: ] Uh-huh. [ she doesn’t quite leap to her feet, if only because she’s still shaking, and she’s definitely wet. but she’s fast to rise, and to reach up to grab celine’s face and plant a searing, hungry kiss to her lips.
for all of two seconds, before she’s pulled back down. ] Can we - again?
[ the kiss -- that hungry, urgent kiss -- feels to celine like a swallow of something which goes down too quickly. she barely has the chance to savor the fullness of penny's lips or the flavor of her mouth before the girl is pulling back, shaky and nervous and adorably uncertain about her own eagerness. it actually takes celine aback for just a moment, before an easy smile breaks across her face alongside a short giggle. ]
Oh, darling. [ celine squeezes the hands in hers and gently tugs penny closer. she leans in, the gaze of her heavy-lidded eyes running from those plump lips, down the column of penny's throat to the swell of her breasts and then back up to meet those wide, expressive eyes. ]
Again, and again... and again. [ with the casual method of a teacher, celine guides penny's hands. she settles one on her hip, and the other she plants upon a large, bare breast, the stiffened nipple grazing a soft palm. with celine's hands now free, she grasps penny by the face and kisses her with a sudden ferocity. the kiss is more than two seconds, melting into stretched moments as she licks into penny's mouth with a shameless moan, their lips caressing together as celine's statuesque body drifts closer still, swallowing up any light which might remain between them. ]
[ in her defense, celine did say briefly. and maybe penny jumped the gun a little bit, either in ending the kiss or kissing celine to begin with. though really, maybe she should have thought a little bit more before agreeing to come to the empire in the first place. an invitation from a warrior who had tried to kill her might have been a red flag, but - come on, it’s space. she could go to space. like she was going to say no.
and here she is now, making out with the empress, and horny enough that she’s pretty sure she’s going to have sex like, really soon. because if she doesn’t, wow, she might actually die.
penny’s nearly vibrating when celine looks her over, when the woman smiles and calls her darling again. she doesn’t do so much as a token resistance when celine moves her hands, cutting the perfect hip and the even more perfect breast. and then celine’s lips come crashing down onto hers, and the last of all of penny’s resistance and doubts are swept away, tide in the sand.
honestly, a lot of her thoughts are swept away at the same time, left only with want, and with obedience. ]
Mm - [ her voice hums and her grip tightens, like she’s needing to hang onto celine, to anchor herself down to something.
[ celine savors the gentle fullness of penny's lips, just as she savors the uncertain yet intensifying grip of penny's hand upon her breast. the redhead is far from a stranger to spontaneous sex with whomever takes her fancy, and she's certainly no stranger to desire itself. there is, however, something a little different about penny. something more than animal want, something more than the aphrodisiacs which still scent the air. something... less tangible, something which lures celine as much as she lures penny. still, she's largely unconcerned with figuring out what that something is or what it might mean, because it might reveal too much in the way of genuine affection. after all, it can be deadly to be a ruthless empress and to be capable of love at the same time. it's dangerously human, and celine is far from that.
then again, maybe humanity is catching.
whatever the case, celine finds herself pressing forward all that much eagerly into an embrace which grows all the more frantic. the prior slow ease of their connection burns away in the spreading flames of a rawer, more uncontrolled passion. she reaches around to seize penny's ass in a possessive, vice-like grip and nips sharply at penny's bottom lip, murmuring a half-moan, half-growl as the kiss breaks for only the briefest of moments before they're melting back together. the elegant curves of celine's body crush against penny's, and by now her hands have begun wandering in desperate search of more to touch, of more noises to prompt from penny's delicious lips.
somewhere along the line, celine slots her legs amidst penny's, bringing her bare cunt to rub against the younger woman's thigh. only in response to that throb of ecstasy which subsequently blooms into blissful all-over body ripples does she finally break the kiss. celine lingers close all the same, breathless and grinning with a hint of something nearly manic. both hands curve around penny's ass, nails digging into beautiful, plump flesh. ] My darling. My dear angel... help me make up my mind. [ her voice falls a few octaves into a husky whisper. ] Shall I take you to my chambers, or lay you amongst these plants right here and now?
[ judging by how they feel in penny’s hand, she’s pretty sure that celine might actually have the nicest breasts in the universe. and her thigh as well, she can feel the muscle and ironlike strength. penny likes to believe she has a healthy relationship with her own appearance - sure, she’s short, but her butt can look amazing in the right pair of jeans. but she still feels a little slapdash when she’s looking at the empress, or even any of the consorts and concubines.
although, judging by how lovingly celine is caressing her, and how her hands dip underneath the scant fabric of penny’s gown? the empress doesn’t have any such reservations.
penny lets out another little whine, cut off when celine nips at her lip, as easily as hitting a mute button. she rolls her hips best she can, trying to rub her thigh into celine’s groin, trying to just get closer ]
We can -oh man - we can stay here. It’s nice. Comfy. Fuck - [ another groan as celine moves. ] Oh, fuck.
[ it's true, penny isn't like the concubines who inhabit the palace. there's more to her than that; something which intoxicates with alarming ease, and which has drawn celine to want her more fervently than she's wanted anyone in a long time. every inch of her is to be appreciated, and celine intends to do just that. ]
Yes, fuck. That's very much the idea. [ celine's arms encompass penny entirely as she tilts her head so her lips can crash upon the younger woman's in a hard, eager kiss. as their tongues meet again, celine permits both hands to fall low and seize penny's ass, squeezing adoringly. at the same time, she keeps rubbing herself against penny like a bitch in heat as opposed to an all-powerful empress.
and just as abruptly, celine pulls back with a final audible smack of lips parting. still wearing that sly little smile, celine backs away in the direction of another collection of plant-life. as if on cue, an enormous flower unfolds itself obediently into what is essentially a seat, a kind of natural throne which celine relaxes back onto, the gigantic petals supporting her. ] Here. Come sit on my lap and put that perfect little mouth on my tits. It's only polite, darling.
Uh - [ whatever she's about to say is lost as celine leans down to kiss her again – just that low, throaty moan in penny's throat. she can feel the slickness of celine's cunt rubbing up against her thigh, and dammed if that's not getting her even wetter than before. she's had sex, sure – exploratory, fumbling experiences back in the dorm room. but there's something about being so openlywanted that's -
just amazing.
it takes her a moment to come to her senses when celine breaks the kiss. and then celine's moving, motioning for penny to follow, and she doesn't even hesitate. it's like there's an invisible collar around her neck, and celine's holding the lead. her eyes widen as a bulb taller than she is opens, and celine sits. ] Is it going to - [ support our weight goes unsaid as she clambers into celine's lap. the robe's back at the entrance to this part of the garden, forgotten, and penny's nightie sticks to her with sweat, showing the swell of her breasts and stiffness of her nipples. ]
Yes, Your Radiance. [ it's a polite response. penny lowers her head onto one breast - ] How you so perfect?
[ celine spreads her arms wide for penny, pleased at her obedience and even more pleased that such obedience stems from raw, sincere desire. the aphrodisiac pollen which tints the air might have helped things along, but it doesn't change minds. what penny is doing, she wants to do. on some level, anyway.
still, she's a little too clothed for celine's liking. lithe fingers glide into dark hair and grips, firm yet gently, pulling her back just enough so the older woman can tilt her head to capture those full, vibrant lips in a soft, affectionate kiss. ] Mm, darling... [ as she breaks the kiss, celine pushes the shoulder of penny's nightie away, letting it fall to expose one young breast which she immediately captures in her palm. ] ...I was going to ask you the same thing.
[ celine nips at her lip as she gropes and caresses penny's breast, thumbing a stiff nipple before starting to guide penny back down to the swell of her own large breasts. ] Such a good girl...
[ it feels a little bit like an out-of-body experience. at least what penny's imagined them to feel like; the closest she's got was when she smoked some bad weed at a friend's dorm and had a panic attack. but the floatiness, the way that it doesn't quite feel like she's in control of her actions, or that she's not fully thinking about what she's doing, or something. celine's able to manipulate and position her effortlessly, whether it's through a word, a gesture, or just moving her around.
even as penny starts to dip her head down to celine's breast, when celine tilts her head back, she doesn't hesitate. she shimmies her arm a bit, so it's easier to celine to strip her down. the gown falls off her shoulders, still sticking to her skin. she arcs her back when celine cups her breast, because - fuck, that feels good. it really does.
another hum in her throat, almost a whine, because it turns out that being called 'good girl' really, really does something for her. penny kisses celine's breast reverently, laps her tongue on her nipple, and starts to suck. ]
Whatever you want, [ she murmurs, mouth full of tit. ] I'll do whatever you want.
[ celine is almost slouching now, tilting her head so moans can breeze out of her in response to penny's searching mouth. with the gown having slipped away like it wasn't even there in the first place, celine sends her free hand moving over penny's lush curves in a blind search backed up by centuries of experience. ]
You really are such a good girl, Penny. So beautiful. So sweet. So obedient. So - [ her words are split apart by the interruption of a moan as penny's lips fasten more tightly upon a pink, stiff nipple. ] - talented... but I want to know... what do you want, love?
[ as celine speaks, her hand rounds penny's ass and gives a possessive squeeze before her fingers can tease at the younger girl's asshole. ]
[ penny can hardly think, focusing so much on all that’s in front of her. on the splendor and perfection (and brutality) of the empire, on the empress’ body beneath her, on the pooling heat in between her thighs. celine’s hand is on her - teasing bare skin, staking a claim.
she shivers, rolling her hips against celine’s lap without thinking about it. and then she does it again because fuck, grinding her aching cunt down and rubbing it on celine’s thigh feels great. everything feels great, everything is great, this place is so amazing, and celine’s voice is like honey poured into her ears, and -
oh. she’s talking. ]
Uh? [ she doesn’t stop exactly, but looks up to try and meet celine’s look. ] Did’you say somethin’?
[ celine's smile is thin and sharp as a straight razor, even as sincere affection burns within the lights of her eyes. her grasp upon penny's ass tightens that much harder, pushing and urging her to keep grinding, keep rubbing that sweet-smelling little cunt upon celine like a bitch in heat. ]
Oh, I was just asking a question, but I think I know the answer anyway. [ before penny can drop her lips back to the heave of celine's tits, the redhead captures her mouth in a steamy kiss that swiftly deepens and darkens, her tongue ruthlessly plundering the younger woman's mouth. she releases penny's ass only to land her palm back down in a sharp spank, just as she breaks the kiss. ] Keep going, but don't you dare let loose on my thigh. The first time you come for me, it'll be on my tongue.
Oh. [ it’s all she can really say. there’s half a moment where penny wonders what question celine had asked, but then celine crushes her lips against hers again. and again, penny is knocked breathless, with the sweet, intoxicating taste of celine’s mouth suddenly flooding her. it feels like she’s vibrating under her skin, panting with arousal.
penny nearly jumps with the smack comes, squeaking with a full-body flinch. with celine’s strength, the pain is searing, immediate, and feels incredible. ] Fuck - [ she moans again, starting the shifting and pump of her hips to grind, grind, grind -
penelope parker’s mind is an open book, especially to a telepath like the radiant empress. it’s easy to peer into it, just as its easy to plant thoughts - bountiful soil, just like the garden around them. it flashes through her mind quickly, the thought of sitting on celine’s lap, grinding against her thigh, but not just on the canopy of petals and stems in the garden.
in one of the comfortable armchairs in the guest chambers. in the empress’ box at the colosseum. the radiant throne. miss potts’ office. the oval office. ] I’ll - I’ll keep -
[ celine doesn't penetrate penny's mind; she doesn't have to, not when the younger girl has spread herself open in every way imaginable. the redhead just wanders through her mind as if on a casual walk through the forest, with every birdsong being a spilled secret, a hidden fantasy. and celine has plans to make all these fantasies come true.
the armchairs, the empress' box, the radiant throne. but more than that. no, celine knows now that she'll have to take penny in the office of this pepper potts, whether potts is there to witness or not. and the oval office will be thoroughly defiled, with penny fucked against every surface before celine has even finished claiming the planet as a whole. there will be nowhere on earth -- nowhere in the universe -- where penny will not be able to hold a claim to, as long as she's by celine's side. and that's what celine pours into penny's mind; noit control or suggestion, just a more potent temptation than before.
at the same time, celine doesn't halt the movements of her own body. fingers suddenly wrench into dark hair and she shoves penny's face down into the crook of her neck, while her free hand starts to slip over the younger woman's mound. ] Tell me what you want, lover. Whisper it to me. Every desire.
[ it's almost as if a dam had burst in her mind, because penny can't stop thinking about celine. not that she's been thinking about a whole lot else over the last few minutes, not with the empress enveloping her like humidity, like the ocean, like the air. but she's thinking forwards (as much as she can, so distracted by celine's touch) – the images of straddling celine over and over. wondering what her cunt tastes like. wordless concepts she's only vaguely starting to realize, things like service and obedience and worship.
she can be with celine forever. she can be blessed with that smile. she can get everything – and all she needs to do in return is surrender, completely.
penny presses her hips forwards, meeting celine's hand, feeling the strength of her fingers. she breathes out, sighing into the empress' neck – god, she's so happy. she could die right now, and be happy. ] You – just – I want you.
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Date: 2024-05-27 07:42 pm (UTC)huh, maybe she’s pent up. from being near celine, from turning down the advances of two super gorgeous handmaidens, it only makes sense that she couldn’t sleep. and why she’s thinking about sex like, a lot.
her pulse spikes, partially from the pollen, partially from having celine even closer than she had been. she tries not to think about the weight of celine’s breasts on her back, and nearly immediately fails. they’d be good to feel, or even to taste. ] It’s nice. Sweet, and I think a little spicy, and - there’s, uh. something else. [ penny shivers, pressing back into celine’s grip. the older woman keeps her close to the flowers. not so close as to be inhaling directly from the blooms as she had a moment ago, but penny can still feel the heat buzzing at her nose.
or maybe that’s something else. it’s awfully warm. ]
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Date: 2024-06-01 01:53 pm (UTC)Careful. [ celine giggles a little as penny presses back into her grasp, and she eases around to wrap her arms around penny's waist. ] There are many scents on this world and others you would find alien, and hard to describe. One day, I hope I'll set foot on your planet, and take in the unique scents there. [ celine tilts her head and takes an obvious sniff of penny's neck. ] I'm already enjoying them. You feel warm, darling.
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Date: 2024-06-02 10:39 pm (UTC)They’re just scents, there’s nothing that special. Not compared to her. [ because of course nothing like home really feels extraordinary, it’s home. freshly-cut grass and stale donuts and garbage on the streets can’t compare to the complicated, foreign, utterly alien scents on another freakin’ planet. even with a woman like celine as her guide.
and speaking of which - yeah, something’s starting to really stir. celine’s getting more overt, and penny can’t think of a reason to push her away. ] Uh - [ she stammers, trying to not think about celine’s breath warm on her skin. ] Yeah, it’s pretty hot.
[ except it’s not, it’s completely perfect, the same as it had been a moment ago. penny absentmindedly pulls at the loose knot of her robe, undoing it, letting it open to show the negligee underneath. and even that’s not doing much to hide the heave of her breasts, or how her nipples stiffen. ]
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Date: 2024-06-07 01:42 pm (UTC)and really, everything IS a gift from celine. she's always thought so, since ascending the throne and taking the title of empress. air and water, food and shelter, pleasure and pain: they're all gifts, for which celine is owed everything.
she inclines her head again, taking another obvious inhale of penny's scent and then exhaling as if she's tasting wine. ] You're right, darling. It is hot tonight. [ celine unwinds herself from penny, letting her hand caress a shoulder as she drifts forward with dreamy slowness. standing in front of penny but facing away, celine lets undoes the one or two laces upon her dress to let it slide away like oil and pool at her feet, leaving her in -
- in next to nothing. just a green lace thong and nothing more. ] That's better.
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Date: 2024-06-08 04:09 am (UTC)she’s about to say something, about to backtrack and say that no, they can still cuddle, what they were doing was cuddling, wasn’t it - hold on, do they have cuddling in the empire? and then celine’s gown drops.
and really, penny should have known it wasn’t going to be quite so easy.
for a moment, she’s rooted to the ground, eyes wide in obvious shock. ] Oh. [ celine doesn’t turn around, like she’s waiting for something. ] Oh, wow. [ how can somebody be that perfect, even from the back? penny stares, doesn’t make any attempt to hide it in any way.
maybe it’s because of the guidance of her handmaidens. maybe it’s the arousing power of the pollen, engineered specifically for a horny, obedient daze. or maybe it’s celine’s own psionics, teasing at penny’s brain, nudging her along. but regardless, she hears a voice in some tiny corner of her head: distant, soft, and spoken like steel.
Show Propriety.
this is the empire. celine is the empress. there’s only one way to show the correct propriety - and gratitude, and deference. penny’s nearly shaking with arousal as she lets her own robe slide down her shoulders, though she bunches the fabric up into a ball, holding it in her hands.
Kneel.
penny kneels, cautiously and a little awkwardly, sitting back on the balls of her heels. ] Your Majesty.
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Date: 2024-06-13 07:10 pm (UTC)she looks good like this, celine thinks, but then she's always preferred people when they show their due submission to her will. it's just that penny looks especially adorable doing so. ] Hm, you didn't do that when we first met. I wonder what changed. [ celine drifts closer, slow and easy as a light breeze, until she's standing so close that penny would only have to dip her head to kiss celine's feet. ]
Maybe you like it here. Maybe you're starting to believe -- to understand -- that you belong here... with me. And that involves being a subject, showing deference, respect, submission. You have a talent for it. Now, I want to ask you something. Don't lie, I'll know. Now, tell me, dear... [ celine reaches out and with one finger, tilts penny's head up by the chin so she can see the full glory of her naked empress. ] What do you want more than anything, right now?
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Date: 2024-06-13 11:55 pm (UTC)(spare a thought for penelope parker: not used to cutthroat courtroom politics, not used to gladiatorial games, and certainly not used to the idea that celine’s liable to dose her with aphrodisiacs on a whim. she’ll learn.) ]
It’s nice. [ it’s almost stammered out, barely above a whisper, and penny winces after she says it. because yeah, it’s a planet full of the most gorgeous landscapes - and people - she’s ever seen. ‘nice’ is an understatement.
her breath hitches as celine guides her head up, and by the time they make eye contact - after celine’s legs, after her thong, after the perfect slope of her waist and swell of her breasts - penny’s nearly hyperventilating. she squeezes her thighs together because, god, she’s never been this horny in her life. ]
I - I - [ she swallows. ] I really - uh - Iwanttohavesexwithyou.
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Date: 2024-06-19 07:45 pm (UTC)the redhead licks her lips as if in contemplation, despite already being entirely certain of what she's going to do. ] Of course, Penny. You already adore me, don't you? [ celine doesn't wait for an answer, not when it's a question she's never needed an answer to. everyone adores her.
celine lets her fingers glide ever-so-lightly through penny's dark hair, and then digs both thumbs into the rim of her thong. ] Take this off for me, darling. There's a good girl.
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Date: 2024-06-21 04:48 pm (UTC)a woman like the empress will peer into her mind just as easily.
good girl causes her to gasp; penny nearly chokes on air as she tries (and fails) to stop halfway through. she doesn’t say anything, just nods - she likes celine, likes her a lot. maybe it’s adoring. ]
Y - yes, Ma’am. [ she squeezes her thighs together again, feeling the slick between her legs, and moves, shifting forwards so she can hook two fingers into the band of celine’s thong and slowly pull it down. it feels wrong, somehow, to do this - not to undress celine, but to be so close, to be so fortunate as to have her fingers trace celine’s thighs and calves as she touches her. ]
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Date: 2024-06-26 05:28 pm (UTC)still, penny calling her ma'am does feel like a victory. a small, early victory... but she celebrates the small ones as much as the large. ] Yes, there's a good girl... [ her voice is a cool breath sandwiched between the lightest of moans in response to penny's fingers digging into her thong and pulling it down, just as slow as she wants. the night air breezes against her bared cunt; a slick mound topped off with just a little red pubic hair. the material pools around her feet. ]
Now, take my hands. [ and the moment penny does, celine squeezes them with gentle affection. a reassuring motion. ] As reward for being so very good, you may kiss me. Anywhere you like. Just once, just briefly... but anywhere. Lips, tits, cunt... anywhere. Every inch of me is open to you in this moment, my darling.
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Date: 2024-06-29 04:27 pm (UTC)but nothing compares to this, kneeling and caught up in the sheer lust and power of the radiant empress. penny nearly melts at her touch, head lolling to the side as she nods. it takes a moment for the command to sink in, for penny to reach up and slip her hands into celine’s.
kiss her. anywhere. and there’s a lot of good options, but there’s only one that penny’s thinking about right now: ] Uh-huh. [ she doesn’t quite leap to her feet, if only because she’s still shaking, and she’s definitely wet. but she’s fast to rise, and to reach up to grab celine’s face and plant a searing, hungry kiss to her lips.
for all of two seconds, before she’s pulled back down. ] Can we - again?
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Date: 2024-07-05 02:33 pm (UTC)Oh, darling. [ celine squeezes the hands in hers and gently tugs penny closer. she leans in, the gaze of her heavy-lidded eyes running from those plump lips, down the column of penny's throat to the swell of her breasts and then back up to meet those wide, expressive eyes. ]
Again, and again... and again. [ with the casual method of a teacher, celine guides penny's hands. she settles one on her hip, and the other she plants upon a large, bare breast, the stiffened nipple grazing a soft palm. with celine's hands now free, she grasps penny by the face and kisses her with a sudden ferocity. the kiss is more than two seconds, melting into stretched moments as she licks into penny's mouth with a shameless moan, their lips caressing together as celine's statuesque body drifts closer still, swallowing up any light which might remain between them. ]
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Date: 2024-07-09 03:14 am (UTC)and here she is now, making out with the empress, and horny enough that she’s pretty sure she’s going to have sex like, really soon. because if she doesn’t, wow, she might actually die.
penny’s nearly vibrating when celine looks her over, when the woman smiles and calls her darling again. she doesn’t do so much as a token resistance when celine moves her hands, cutting the perfect hip and the even more perfect breast. and then celine’s lips come crashing down onto hers, and the last of all of penny’s resistance and doubts are swept away, tide in the sand.
honestly, a lot of her thoughts are swept away at the same time, left only with want, and with obedience. ]
Mm - [ her voice hums and her grip tightens, like she’s needing to hang onto celine, to anchor herself down to something.
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Date: 2024-07-17 01:10 pm (UTC)then again, maybe humanity is catching.
whatever the case, celine finds herself pressing forward all that much eagerly into an embrace which grows all the more frantic. the prior slow ease of their connection burns away in the spreading flames of a rawer, more uncontrolled passion. she reaches around to seize penny's ass in a possessive, vice-like grip and nips sharply at penny's bottom lip, murmuring a half-moan, half-growl as the kiss breaks for only the briefest of moments before they're melting back together. the elegant curves of celine's body crush against penny's, and by now her hands have begun wandering in desperate search of more to touch, of more noises to prompt from penny's delicious lips.
somewhere along the line, celine slots her legs amidst penny's, bringing her bare cunt to rub against the younger woman's thigh. only in response to that throb of ecstasy which subsequently blooms into blissful all-over body ripples does she finally break the kiss. celine lingers close all the same, breathless and grinning with a hint of something nearly manic. both hands curve around penny's ass, nails digging into beautiful, plump flesh. ] My darling. My dear angel... help me make up my mind. [ her voice falls a few octaves into a husky whisper. ] Shall I take you to my chambers, or lay you amongst these plants right here and now?
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Date: 2024-07-19 04:40 am (UTC)although, judging by how lovingly celine is caressing her, and how her hands dip underneath the scant fabric of penny’s gown? the empress doesn’t have any such reservations.
penny lets out another little whine, cut off when celine nips at her lip, as easily as hitting a mute button. she rolls her hips best she can, trying to rub her thigh into celine’s groin, trying to just get closer ]
We can -oh man - we can stay here. It’s nice. Comfy. Fuck - [ another groan as celine moves. ] Oh, fuck.
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Date: 2024-07-24 07:43 pm (UTC)Yes, fuck. That's very much the idea. [ celine's arms encompass penny entirely as she tilts her head so her lips can crash upon the younger woman's in a hard, eager kiss. as their tongues meet again, celine permits both hands to fall low and seize penny's ass, squeezing adoringly. at the same time, she keeps rubbing herself against penny like a bitch in heat as opposed to an all-powerful empress.
and just as abruptly, celine pulls back with a final audible smack of lips parting. still wearing that sly little smile, celine backs away in the direction of another collection of plant-life. as if on cue, an enormous flower unfolds itself obediently into what is essentially a seat, a kind of natural throne which celine relaxes back onto, the gigantic petals supporting her. ] Here. Come sit on my lap and put that perfect little mouth on my tits. It's only polite, darling.
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Date: 2024-07-28 11:13 pm (UTC)just amazing.
it takes her a moment to come to her senses when celine breaks the kiss. and then celine's moving, motioning for penny to follow, and she doesn't even hesitate. it's like there's an invisible collar around her neck, and celine's holding the lead. her eyes widen as a bulb taller than she is opens, and celine sits. ] Is it going to - [ support our weight goes unsaid as she clambers into celine's lap. the robe's back at the entrance to this part of the garden, forgotten, and penny's nightie sticks to her with sweat, showing the swell of her breasts and stiffness of her nipples. ]
Yes, Your Radiance. [ it's a polite response. penny lowers her head onto one breast - ] How you so perfect?
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Date: 2024-07-30 03:27 pm (UTC)still, she's a little too clothed for celine's liking. lithe fingers glide into dark hair and grips, firm yet gently, pulling her back just enough so the older woman can tilt her head to capture those full, vibrant lips in a soft, affectionate kiss. ] Mm, darling... [ as she breaks the kiss, celine pushes the shoulder of penny's nightie away, letting it fall to expose one young breast which she immediately captures in her palm. ] ...I was going to ask you the same thing.
[ celine nips at her lip as she gropes and caresses penny's breast, thumbing a stiff nipple before starting to guide penny back down to the swell of her own large breasts. ] Such a good girl...
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Date: 2024-08-04 03:18 pm (UTC)even as penny starts to dip her head down to celine's breast, when celine tilts her head back, she doesn't hesitate. she shimmies her arm a bit, so it's easier to celine to strip her down. the gown falls off her shoulders, still sticking to her skin. she arcs her back when celine cups her breast, because - fuck, that feels good. it really does.
another hum in her throat, almost a whine, because it turns out that being called 'good girl' really, really does something for her. penny kisses celine's breast reverently, laps her tongue on her nipple, and starts to suck. ]
Whatever you want, [ she murmurs, mouth full of tit. ] I'll do whatever you want.
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Date: 2024-08-11 02:48 pm (UTC)You really are such a good girl, Penny. So beautiful. So sweet. So obedient. So - [ her words are split apart by the interruption of a moan as penny's lips fasten more tightly upon a pink, stiff nipple. ] - talented... but I want to know... what do you want, love?
[ as celine speaks, her hand rounds penny's ass and gives a possessive squeeze before her fingers can tease at the younger girl's asshole. ]
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Date: 2024-08-15 04:59 pm (UTC)[ penny can hardly think, focusing so much on all that’s in front of her. on the splendor and perfection (and brutality) of the empire, on the empress’ body beneath her, on the pooling heat in between her thighs. celine’s hand is on her - teasing bare skin, staking a claim.
she shivers, rolling her hips against celine’s lap without thinking about it. and then she does it again because fuck, grinding her aching cunt down and rubbing it on celine’s thigh feels great. everything feels great, everything is great, this place is so amazing, and celine’s voice is like honey poured into her ears, and -
oh. she’s talking. ]
Uh? [ she doesn’t stop exactly, but looks up to try and meet celine’s look. ] Did’you say somethin’?
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Date: 2024-08-25 03:51 pm (UTC)Oh, I was just asking a question, but I think I know the answer anyway. [ before penny can drop her lips back to the heave of celine's tits, the redhead captures her mouth in a steamy kiss that swiftly deepens and darkens, her tongue ruthlessly plundering the younger woman's mouth. she releases penny's ass only to land her palm back down in a sharp spank, just as she breaks the kiss. ] Keep going, but don't you dare let loose on my thigh. The first time you come for me, it'll be on my tongue.
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Date: 2024-08-26 10:04 pm (UTC)penny nearly jumps with the smack comes, squeaking with a full-body flinch. with celine’s strength, the pain is searing, immediate, and feels incredible. ] Fuck - [ she moans again, starting the shifting and pump of her hips to grind, grind, grind -
penelope parker’s mind is an open book, especially to a telepath like the radiant empress. it’s easy to peer into it, just as its easy to plant thoughts - bountiful soil, just like the garden around them. it flashes through her mind quickly, the thought of sitting on celine’s lap, grinding against her thigh, but not just on the canopy of petals and stems in the garden.
in one of the comfortable armchairs in the guest chambers. in the empress’ box at the colosseum. the radiant throne. miss potts’ office. the oval office. ] I’ll - I’ll keep -
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Date: 2024-09-07 03:25 pm (UTC)the armchairs, the empress' box, the radiant throne. but more than that. no, celine knows now that she'll have to take penny in the office of this pepper potts, whether potts is there to witness or not. and the oval office will be thoroughly defiled, with penny fucked against every surface before celine has even finished claiming the planet as a whole. there will be nowhere on earth -- nowhere in the universe -- where penny will not be able to hold a claim to, as long as she's by celine's side. and that's what celine pours into penny's mind; noit control or suggestion, just a more potent temptation than before.
at the same time, celine doesn't halt the movements of her own body. fingers suddenly wrench into dark hair and she shoves penny's face down into the crook of her neck, while her free hand starts to slip over the younger woman's mound. ] Tell me what you want, lover. Whisper it to me. Every desire.
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Date: 2024-09-10 03:09 am (UTC)she can be with celine forever. she can be blessed with that smile. she can get everything – and all she needs to do in return is surrender, completely.
penny presses her hips forwards, meeting celine's hand, feeling the strength of her fingers. she breathes out, sighing into the empress' neck – god, she's so happy. she could die right now, and be happy. ] You – just – I want you.
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