"You're not seriously going out like *that*, are you?" Ghislaine's voice rumbled from the doorway, her tail flicking in amused irritation as Satoru adjusted his knee pads for the third time.
"Like what?" He blinked, fogging up his oval glasses momentarily before wiping them clean. The leather creaked under his grip as he secured the last buckle, too tight, judging by the flush spreading up his neck.
Rumi's laugh came from the bed, sharp and bright like breaking glass. "Helmet indoors, hero? And here I thought you only got this tense before jumping into a fight." Her ears twitched, nostrils flaring as she caught the salt-sweat scent rolling off him, muscles coiled even for a grocery run.
Ghislaine stepped forward, calloused fingers catching his chin before he could protest. "You're grinding your teeth again," she murmured, thumb pressing against his lower lip. The scent of iron bloomed, he'd bitten through the skin.
Behind them, Rumi stretched, the mattress groaning under her weight. "Relax, bunny," she purred, though the nickname wasn't for him. "We'll keep the bed warm." Her bare foot hooked around Ghislaine's ankle, dragging her backward in a tangle of limbs and laughter that smelled of musk and last night's sake.
Satoru's gauntlet squeaked as his fist clenched. The grocery list crumpled in his grip.
"I swear, I'll be back before..."
"Before sunset?" Rumi interrupted, rolling onto her stomach with feline grace. The sheets pooled around her hips, revealing twin dimples above her ass that flexed as she kicked one leg lazily. "Or before you get jumped by another gang of delinquents trying to steal convenience store melon bread?"
Ghislaine snorted, still holding his chin. Her thumb rubbed slow circles over his split lip, smearing copper-saliva across his chin. "He'll be fine," she rumbled, though her ears twitched toward the window, the distant wail of sirens already threading through the summer humidity. "Won't you, little rabbit?"
Satoru groaned as both women grinned, that same predatory flash of teeth he'd learned meant trouble.
"Listen," he began, adjusting his goggles, only for Ghislaine's tail to whip around his waist, yanking him forward until their foreheads nearly touched.
"Don't 'listen' me, little rabbit," she growled, though her calloused hands cradled his face with surprising gentleness.
Rumi's laugh was muffled against his shoulder as she pressed up against his back, her warm breath raising goosebumps along his neck. "Better kiss us properly," she murmured, teeth grazing his earlobe, "or I'll chase you down that fire escape again."
He exhaled sharply, surrendering, first tilting Ghislaine's chin down, tasting iron and last night's whiskey as her fang nicked his lip in eager response. Rumi whined impatiently behind him, twisting his helmet straps until he turned, catching her mouth in a slower, deeper kiss that burned with stolen breaths and the salt-sweat promise of her thighs clamping around his hips later.
"Call," Ghislaine ordered, swatting his ass hard enough to sting through the armor as he stumbled toward the window.
Rumi's grin was all teeth. "And bleed dramatically if it's fun."
The sirens wailed closer. Satoru vaulted over the sill, their laughter chasing him into the humid dawn, along with the unmistakable sound of Ghislaine's claw-tipped fingers drumming against the phone already in her palm.
Rumi stretched, popping her shoulders as she watched Ghislaine lick the copper tang of Satoru's blood from her thumb. "So," she drawled, hips swaying deliberately as she sauntered toward the basement door, her tail twitching with each step. "You wanna do some *special* training while he's out playing hero?"
Ghislaine's ears flicked forward, pupils narrowing to slits as she caught the musk thickening under Rumi's sweat-slicked shirt. "What kind of training?" she growled, already moving to follow, her claws flexing into the worn floorboards.
Rumi paused at the top of the stairs, glancing over her shoulder with a grin that showed too much teeth. "The kind that leaves bruises," she purred, rolling onto the balls of her feet. "And requires *lube*."
Ghislaine's answering snarl vibrated through the hallway as she lunged, catching Rumi's wrist before she could dart down the steps. Their bodies collided with a thud that shook the framed hero licenses on the wall, Satoru's askew between theirs. "You talk too much," Ghislaine breathed against the shell of Rumi's ear, her tail curling possessively around the rabbit's thigh.
Rumi arched into the heat of Ghislaine's grip, her shirt riding up enough for calloused fingers to find scar tissue along her ribs, the jagged proof of last week's villain encounter. "Like you're one to..." Her retort dissolved into a gasp as Ghislaine crushed their mouths together, teeth clacking before tongues soothed the sting. The stiff lace of Ghislaine's bra scraped Rumi's nipples through thin cotton with every ragged inhale.
"You taste like sweat and carrot cake," Ghislaine growled, biting Rumi's lower lip hard enough to draw blood. The metallic tang flooded between them, mingling with the salt-slick press of breasts straining against fabric. Rumi's answering laugh was muffled, her hips grinding against Ghislaine's thigh where muscle twitched beneath leather shorts.
Downstairs, the basement training mats smelled of rubber and last night's spilled protein shake. Somewhere beyond the single grimy window, Satoru's bicycle bell chimed faintly, already three blocks away and pedaling toward whatever fresh disaster awaited.
"Come and catch me," Rumi taunted, her voice half-breathless as she backflipped over the punching bag, thighs glistening under the flickering fluorescents. She landed with deliberate grace, bending just enough to let Ghislaine glimpse the wet heat between her legs through torn shorts. "Unless you're scared?"
Ghislaine's answering growl was pure predator, the kind that made lesser creatures freeze mid-step. She lunged, claws retracting just in time to avoid shredding the mats as Rumi darted sideways with a rabbit's abrupt agility. "You're gonna regret that mouth," she rumbled, watching Rumi's tail twitch with every rapid breath.
Rumi wiped her damp forehead with the back of her hand, grinning as she rolled her shoulders. "Promises, promises." She bounced lightly on the balls of her feet, shorts riding up just enough to tease the slickness between her thighs. "Bet you can't pin me before Satoru texts."
Ghislaine's ears flattened against her skull, nostrils flaring at the musk thickening the air between them. "You're dripping," she observed, voice rough as she circled like a jungle cat. "Missing him already? Or just hungry for me?"
Rumi's laugh was breathless as she pivoted sideways, barely avoiding Ghislaine's grasping fingers, the calloused pads brushing the underside of her left breast, making her nipple pucker under sweat-damp cotton. "Neither," she lied, rolling her hips as she backpedaled toward the weight racks. "Just getting warmed up."
"Liar." Ghislaine lunged, her tail lashing out to wrap around Rumi's thigh mid-leap, jerking her off-balance. They crashed into the mats with a thud that rattled the dumbbells on their rack, Ghislaine's knee pressing between Rumi's thighs where heat pulsed visibly through threadbare fabric. "You reek of him," she growled, nipping at the tendon where Rumi's neck met her shoulder, not quite hard enough to break skin, but enough to make her gasp. "Always do when he's gone."
Rumi's legs tightened around Ghislaine's waist instinctively, her heels digging into the small of Ghislaine's back where scar tissue rippled under sweat-slick skin. "Jealous?" she taunted, bucking upward to grind her clit against the hard ridge of Ghislaine's hipbone, only for Ghislaine to yank her shirt up with teeth, scraping incisors over taut abs.
The cotton tore audibly, exposing Rumi's full, heavy breasts, still flushed from yesterday's bites, to the humid basement air. Ghislaine spat the fabric aside, her breath hot against Rumi's nipple before her tongue swirled over the stiff peak. "Tastes better than jealousy," she murmured, the words vibrating through Rumi's flesh as her calloused palms kneaded the soft weight beneath.
Rumi arched, fingers tangling in Ghislaine's wild mane to drag her closer. "Fuck... your mouth," she gasped, thighs trembling as Ghislaine's tongue traced the faded teeth marks Satoru had left below her collarbone last night. The blend of pain and pleasure made her tail twitch violently against the mat. "Shoulda known you'd fight dirty with these." She squeezed Ghislaine's biceps where they corded beneath her grip, muscles flexing like steel cable.
Ghislaine growled approval against her sternum, the vibration traveling straight to Rumi's clit. "Yours aren't bad either," she conceded, scraping a claw lightly down the slope of Rumi's ribs to circle a hipbone. Her thumb hooked under the waistband of Rumi's shorts, nails catching on damp fabric. "For a rabbit."
The insult dissolved into a moan as Rumi flipped them, pinning Ghislaine with her thighs straddling that whipcord torso. She ground down hard, relishing the hiss it tore from Ghislaine's throat. "Say that again," Rumi challenged, rolling her hips to drag her soaked shorts against Ghislaine's abdomen, leaving a glistening streak. "I dare you."
Ghislaine's responding snarl was all teeth as she surged upward, flipping them again with a twist of her hips that slammed Rumi's back against the mats. Their mouths crashed together, tongues tangling as Ghislaine's fingers hooked into the waistband of Rumi's shorts and panties in one sharp tug. The fabric tore with a satisfying rip, baring Rumi's glistening cunt to the stale basement air. "Brat," Ghislaine growled against her lips, sucking Rumi's lower lip between her teeth hard enough to bruise.
Rumi arched, her breasts heaving as Ghislaine's mouth trailed lower, teeth scraping down the column of her throat. When those calloused palms finally palmed her bare breasts, Rumi's breath hitched, then came in a punched-out moan as Ghislaine's tongue swirled around one stiff nipple before sucking hard. The dual sensation of wet heat and blunt fingernails raking down her ribs made her thighs clamp around Ghislaine's waist involuntarily, her tail thrashing against the mat.
"Fuck...*yes*," Rumi gasped, fingers twisting in Ghislaine's mane to yank her closer. The sharp sting of her own fingernails digging into Ghislaine's scalp only amplified the wet suction on her other breast, the alternating rhythm building a molten coil low in her belly.
Ghislaine growled against her nipple, the vibration traveling straight to Rumi's clit. "Too much talking," she muttered, flicking her tongue roughly before biting down just shy of pain.
Rumi hissed, bucking upward, only for Ghislaine to pin her wrists above her head with one hand while the other flicked open her own bra clasp. The leather straps fell away, revealing firm, sweat-slicked breasts with nipples already stiffened by friction and the humid air. "Better," Ghislaine breathed, rolling her hips against Rumi's thigh where muscle twitched beneath damp skin.
"Finally," Rumi scoffed, but it dissolved into a moan as Ghislaine jerked her own shorts and panties down in one sharp motion, kicking them aside. The scent of musk thickened between them, Rumi's arousal mingling with Ghislaine's, the raw, primal tang of sweat and salt and something darker.
Ghislaine's tail lashed against Rumi's bare thigh as she straddled her hips, the coarse fur tickling against hypersensitive skin. "You're still overdressed," she taunted, claws ghosting down Rumi's ribs to hook into the torn remnants of her shirt.
Rumi arched an eyebrow, grinning despite the breathless hitch in her chest. "Says the woman who took *five minutes* to...*ah!*" Her retort fractured into a gasp as Ghislaine ripped the fabric clean off, leaving them both bare under the flickering basement lights.
The air smelled of rubber and sex and the faint iron tang from where Ghislaine had nipped too hard earlier. Ghislaine ground down against Rumi's pussy, her own slickness smearing hot between them.
"Still think I'm slow?" Ghislaine murmured against Rumi's jaw, her breath scalding as she licked a stripe up the rabbit's throat.
Rumi's laugh was ragged, her thighs trembling where they bracketed Ghislaine's waist. "Prove it."
Ghislaine's answering snarl was all teeth as she surged forward, sealing their mouths together in a kiss that tasted of blood and salt and the promise of bruises to come.
"Shut up," she growled, pulling back just enough to watch Rumi's chest heave beneath her, those thick white eyelashes fluttering against flushed cheeks. "You talk too much."
Rumi grinned, sharp and feral, jerking her hips upward to grind her slick cunt against Ghislaine's thigh. "Make me."
Ghislaine's ears flattened against her skull as she moved lower, calloused hands sliding down sweat-slicked ribs to grip Rumi's hips hard enough to leave finger-shaped bruises.
"Gladly," she breathed against the quivering muscles of Rumi's abdomen, her tongue tracing the rabbit's navel before dipping lower still, tasting salt and musk as she buried her face between Rumi's thighs.
Rumi's back arched off the mat with a sharp cry, her fingers tangling in Ghislaine's wild mane as that wicked tongue lashed against her clit in rough, practiced strokes. "Fuck...! Ghis...*ah*!"
Ghislaine growled against her pussy, the vibration traveling straight to Rumi's core as she hooked her arms beneath the rabbit's thighs, yanking her closer until she could tongue-fuck her in deep, punishing thrusts that left Rumi's thighs trembling around her shoulders.
"Still think I'm slow?" Ghislaine taunted, her breath scalding against Rumi's swollen folds as she pulled back just enough to nip at her inner thigh, leaving a ring of teeth marks in her wake.
Rumi's answering laugh was ragged, her hips jerking upward in search of that wicked tongue again. "Prove... *oh fuck*... prove it!"
Ghislaine did, burying her face between Rumi's legs with a snarl, her tongue fucking into her with the same relentless intensity she brought to every fight, no mercy, no quarter given, until Rumi's thighs clamped around her head and her cries echoed off the basement walls.
"You getting close?" Ghislaine rasped against her clit, barely pulling back enough to speak, her breath scalding the wet flesh she'd worked raw.
Rumi's laugh was ragged, her fingers twisting in Ghislaine's mane, yanking her closer still. "Fuck you...*ah!*...like you don't *know*!"
Ghislaine chuckled, the vibration making Rumi's hips jerk, then she doubled down, swirling her tongue in tight circles around Rumi's clit, then flattening it to drag broad, wet strokes up her slit before diving back in, deep, harder, *meaner*, until Rumi's thighs shook and her breath hitched with every thrust.
"Come *on*, rabbit," Ghislaine growled against her, lips smeared with Rumi's slick, her voice rough with want. "Give it to me."
Rumi's back arched off the mat with a sharp cry, then she came, hard, her cunt pulsing around Ghislaine's tongue as clear fluid spilled hot into Ghislaine's waiting mouth, her thighs trembling violently where they bracketed Ghislaine's head, her tail thrashing against the mat as Ghislaine drank her down, licking every last drop from her quivering folds.
Ghislaine pulled back just enough to grin up at her, lips glistening, her tongue swiping lazily over her teeth. "Told you I'd make you."
Rumi collapsed back onto the mat, chest heaving, her skin flushed with exertion and pleasure. "Bastard," she muttered breathlessly, but her smirk was fond, her legs still twitching with aftershocks.
Ghislaine surged upward, licking into Rumi's mouth, letting her taste herself on Ghislaine's tongue, their bodies pressed flush together, sweat-slick and aching.
"Your turn," Rumi panted against Ghislaine's lips, then flipped them, pinning her with a grin. "Hope you're ready."
Ghislaine's answering growl was pure challenge. "Try me."
Rumi smirked, her tongue darting out to trace the sweat-slicked valley between Ghislaine's breasts before capturing a nipple between her teeth. "Mmm, salty," she murmured, swirling her tongue around the stiff peak, relishing the way Ghislaine's breath hitched, just slightly, before her fingers tightened in Rumi's hair, dragging her closer. "You taste like victory," Rumi added, biting down just hard enough to make Ghislaine's hips jerk upward.
"Less talking," Ghislaine rasped, her tail lashing against the mat as Rumi moved lower, her lips trailing down the firm planes of Ghislaine's abdomen, pausing to nip at the sensitive skin just above her hipbone. "Fucking...*do* something."
Rumi's laugh was muffled against Ghislaine's inner thigh before she finally buried her face between Ghislaine's legs, her tongue licking a slow, torturous stripe up her slit before circling her clit with teasing precision. Ghislaine's thighs tensed around her head, the scent of musk and salt thick in the humid air as Rumi finally, *finally* sank her tongue inside, fucking her in deep, relentless strokes that had Ghislaine's fingernails digging into the mat beside her hips. "Better?" Rumi taunted between thrusts, her breath hot against Ghislaine's soaked flesh.
Ghislaine's growl fractured into a groan as Rumi's tongue curled just right, hitting that spot inside that made her hips jerk uncontrollably. "*Fuck...* don't stop," she rasped, her tail lashing against Rumi's bare shoulder like a whip. Rumi hummed, the vibration sending a shockwave through Ghislaine's core as she sucked Ghislaine's clit between her lips, flicking it mercilessly with the tip of her tongue.
"You close?" Rumi murmured against her, barely pulling back enough to speak, her lips smeared with Ghislaine's slick. Ghislaine's answering snarl was incoherent, her claws tearing at the mat as Rumi doubled down, fucking her tongue into her harder, faster, her nose pressed firmly against Ghislaine's clit until every breath was a whimper, every movement a shudder.
Then Ghislaine came with a ragged cry, her cunt clamping around Rumi's tongue as she spilled into her mouth, hot and sweet and so much deeper than before, her thighs trembling violently around Rumi's ears as she rode out the orgasm with gasping breaths. Rumi didn't let up, licking her through it until Ghislaine's hips finally stilled, her chest heaving, her fingers slack against the mat.
Panting, Rumi pulled back just enough to grin up at her, licking her lips with deliberate slowness. "Told you I'd make you scream."
Ghislaine dragged her up by the hair, crashing their mouths together in a messy, breathless kiss that tasted of salt and satisfaction. "Brat," she muttered against Rumi's lips, but there was no heat in it, not when her fingers were already trailing down Rumi's spine, tracing the sweat-slicked curves of her ass. "Your turn."
Rumi smirked, shifting to straddle Ghislaine's hips, grinding down just enough to remind her how wet *she* still was. "Thought you'd never ask."
Ghislaine's tail coiled possessively around Rumi's thigh as she flipped them, pressing Rumi face-first into the mat with a growl. "Turned you into a mess and you're still *talking*," she muttered, biting the curve of Rumi's ass hard enough to make her yelp. Her fingernails dug into the swell of Rumi's hips, spreading her wider as she licked a slow, filthy stripe from clit to tailbone.
"You...*fuck!*... always skip the foreplay," Rumi gasped, shuddering when Ghislaine's thumbs parted her cheeks, exposing her tight asshole. The first hot swirl of Ghislaine's tongue made her thighs shake, the wet pressure relentless as Ghislaine fucked into her with slow, teasing strokes.
"Tastes better when you're still squirming," Ghislaine murmured against her skin, lapping at her rim before plunging back in, deeper this time, her nose pressed flush against Rumi's asscheeks. The dual sensation, rough tongue stretching her ass while slick heat pooled between her thighs, drew a broken moan from Rumi's throat, her fingers scrabbling at the mat. "That's it," Ghislaine growled, gripping her hips tighter. "Take it."
Rumi shuddered, glancing over her shoulder with a smirk despite the way her muscles trembled. "You love my ass *that* much?" she taunted, breath hitching when Ghislaine's answering bite left teeth marks on her left cheek. "Almost as much as Satoru does...*ah!*" The last syllable fractured into a gasp as Ghislaine's tongue curled just inside her, pressing in a way that made her spine arch violently.
"*Your* fault," Ghislaine panted against her, her voice rough with exertion and something darker, possessive. "Shouldn't have this fucking perfect ass if you didn't want it eaten." She punctuated the words with a sharp thrust, her tongue fucking into Rumi with brutal precision until the rabbit's thighs shook, her cunt dripping onto the mat beneath them.
The orgasm hit Rumi like a sucker punch, sudden, overwhelming, tearing a ragged scream from her throat as her body locked up, every muscle tensing before collapsing bonelessly onto the sweat-slick mat. Ghislaine didn't let up, lapping at her oversensitive rim until Rumi whimpered, her tail twitching weakly in the air. "Told you," Ghislaine muttered, finally pulling back to admire her handiwork, Rumi's flushed skin, her trembling thighs, the way her asshole glistened from Ghislaine's mouth. "Now stay put."
Rumi groaned as Ghislaine flipped her onto her back, pressing between her legs before she could recover, one knee rough against the mat, the other sliding under Rumi's thigh as she wedged herself deeper, forcing Rumi's legs wider. "Too much?" Ghislaine murmured, leaning down to nip at Rumi's collarbone, her breath hot against the rabbit's damp skin.
Rumi's answering laugh was breathless, shaky, but she still hooked her legs around Ghislaine's waist, pulling her closer, her thighs flexing against Ghislaine's hips. "Never," Rumi panted, arching beneath her. "Just… fuck, give me a second..."
Ghislaine didn't. She pressed down, rolling her hips in a slow, deliberate grind that dragged her clit against Rumi's, the wet heat between them smearing together with every movement. Rumi shuddered, her fingers digging into Ghislaine's shoulders, her nails biting into scarred skin as she gasped. "Christ... Ghis, I'm still..."
Ghislaine silenced her with a growl, leaning forward to bite Rumi's lower lip, her hips never stopping their relentless rhythm. "Good," she murmured against Rumi's mouth, her breath ragged. "Then feel it *all*."
Rumi did, the rough scrape of Ghislaine's thigh against her oversensitive clit, the way Ghislaine's wetness dripped onto her skin with every roll of her hips, the sharp sting when Ghislaine's teeth sank into her shoulder. She came again, harder this time, her thighs clamping around Ghislaine's waist as her back arched off the mat, her scream muffled against Ghislaine's lips. Ghislaine drank it in, her own hips stuttering as she ground against Rumi's throbbing cunt, chasing her own release with rough, uneven thrusts. "Fuck... Rumi..." Her voice broke, her fingers tightening on Rumi's shoulders as she came, her wetness spilling hot between them, her body shuddering against the rabbit's.
Panting, Ghislaine collapsed onto her forearms above Rumi, barely catching herself before she crushed her. Rumi's breath hitched when Ghislaine's hips jerked weakly against hers, her thighs still trembling from aftershocks. "Still think I skip foreplay?" Ghislaine muttered against Rumi's throat, her voice hoarse.
Rumi laughed, breathless, her fingers carding through Ghislaine's sweat-damp mane. "You're a menace," she sighed, but her legs tightened around Ghislaine's waist, holding her close.
Ghislaine smirked, nuzzling into the curve of Rumi's neck. "And you love it."
The distant creak of the basement door hinges barely registered, until Satoru's voice, equal parts exasperated and breathless, cut through the humid air. "Did you two *forget* we have neighbors?"
Ghislaine didn't bother lifting her head. "Did *you* forget how to knock?" she shot back, her tail flicking lazily.
Rumi grinned, stretching beneath her, deliberately arching into Ghislaine's body as she called over her shoulder, "Come down here and make us, hero."
Satoru groaned, the sound muffled, probably by his gauntleted hand, but the sharp intake of breath told them he was looking, that he *wanted* to look, no matter how much he pretended otherwise. "You're both impossible," he muttered, though the rustle of fabric suggested he was shedding his armor already, the familiar clatter of his helmet hitting the floor sealing his surrender.
Ghislaine chuckled against Rumi's throat, her teeth grazing the rabbit's pulse point one last time before she rolled onto her side, dragging Rumi with her. "Told you he'd cave," she murmured, her tail curling possessively around Rumi's thigh as Satoru's shadow fell over them both.
Rumi smirked, reaching back to hook her fingers in Satoru's belt, yanking him forward. "Told *you* he likes watching."