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Lucian couldn't remember how he left the dinner party. He just felt the noisy chatter around his ears fading away bit by bit, until the only sound left was Dextrous Bailey's breathing.
"Trainer, don't fall asleep on me." Dextrous Bailey rubbed Lucian's cheeks hard, "Such a cute Trainer..."
"Bailey, but I'm so tired."
"Didn't the Trainer say he wanted to see my eyes? And my tail—you're not even gonna touch it?" Dextrous Bailey held Lucian's shoulders steady, keeping him from toppling onto the soft bed.
"The Trainer always says he'll keep his promises to us, right~"
Lucian vaguely remembered saying something like that, so he could only nod. "Alright."
He reached out to grab Dextrous Bailey's tail, but she dodged away with a quick twist.
"Bailey, I can't catch it..." Lucian's eyelids were fluttering, squinting shut one moment and blinking open the next.
"Trainer, can I hug you?"
"Hug..."
The word had barely left his mouth when Dextrous Bailey wrapped her arms around him.
She took a deep breath, like she was trying to pull in every bit of his scent.
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Her hands slid down his back slow, fingers digging in just enough to feel the heat of him through his shirt. "Trainer... you smell so good. Makes me wanna keep you right here forever." She pressed closer, her chest soft against his, and let out a quiet moan that hummed right into his ear. Lucian's hands found her waist on instinct, pulling her in tighter, and she shivered, her breath hitching. "Yeah, like that... touch me more. I've been thinking about this all night."
She nuzzled into his neck, lips brushing his skin, light at first, then a little nip that made him gasp. "Trainer, your hands... put 'em where you want. I won't stop you this time." Her voice was low, needy, and she rocked her hips just a bit, enough to feel him stir against her. A soft moan slipped out of her again, warm and real, like she couldn't hold it back. "Feels good already... don't make me wait."
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This time, she didn't stop him anymore.
But that tail was like a switch flipping her face red. She'd only had a little cocktail, but right now, Dextrous Bailey's cheeks burned brighter than Lucian's.
Dextrous Bailey let out a shaky breath, loosening the hug and gazing at him with eyes full of feeling.
"Trainer, how's the tail feel...?"
"Mm, ah..." Lucian started to answer, but Dextrous Bailey already pressed her lips to his.
She tilted her head up, eyes fluttering shut. It was her first kiss, but she went for it bold, like she was lost in a dream she'd spun herself.
Lucian kissed her back without thinking.
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She melted into it, her tongue slipping in tentative, then bolder, tasting him like she was starving. "Trainer... more," she whispered against his mouth, moaning soft into the kiss, her body arching to press every inch closer. His hands roamed up her sides, thumbs brushing the undersides of her breasts through her top, and she broke off just long enough to breathe, "Yes... touch me there. God, it feels so right with you." Another moan, deeper this time, vibrating through her as she nipped his lower lip. "I want you to feel how wet you're making me already... just from this."
They stayed locked like that, breaths mingling, her fingers tangling in his hair to hold him steady. She ground against his thigh slow, deliberate, letting out little whimpers that turned into full moans when he squeezed her ass. "Trainer, please... I need you inside me soon. Can't think straight with you kissing me like this."
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The footsteps outside the door echoed and then faded away, the moon slowly slipping under the blanket of clouds.
Only then did the two of them part their lips, still wrapped in each other's arms.
Dextrous Bailey pushed herself up, glancing back at the hand Lucian still had tangled in her ponytail. "Trainer, you really like Bailey's tail that much?"
"Mm, not allowed?"
The alcohol was breaking down slow, and Lucian felt a bit more clear-headed.
But things had gone this far—might as well let it flow.
"It's fine, as long as the Trainer likes it, Bailey's tail only wants to be touched by the Trainer." Dextrous Bailey leaned in again, giving him a tender kiss full of affection.
Any kiss, and she'd close her eyes without fail.
"Trainer." Dextrous Bailey swallowed hard, easing Lucian back onto the bed with surprising ease. "And my eyes—you're so curious about them, right?"
"Mm, always been a little."
"Then go ahead and take it off, Trainer."
Dextrous Bailey took Lucian's wrist and guided it toward the eye that was covered by the patch.
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Someone asked Lucian if he really saw it in the end.
Someone else asked which eye it was, exactly.
His memories were a bit fuzzy, and when Lucian woke up clear-headed in the morning, he was still kinda dazed.
But answering those questions wasn't hard at all.
Of course he saw it—Dextrous Bailey's hidden eye was beautiful, a natural heterochromia with a golden pupil that outshone even the brightest star by half.
Lucian remembered staring right at that gorgeous eye until Dextrous Bailey covered him over completely, like it had some kind of magic pulling him in tight.
As for which eye? The right one, yeah... well, if it wasn't the left, it had to be the right, right?
"So tired... what time did we even crash last night..." Lucian rubbed his head.
The slight movement woke Dextrous Bailey just a bit. She cracked her eyes open and pulled him in like he was her favorite pillow, snuggling him close. "Trainer, you're leaving today, huh..."
"Bailey, weren't you going a little overboard last night?"
"Overboard? The Trainer was stroking my tail forever—why can't I..."
Lucian quickly covered her mouth, letting out a sigh. What was owed seemed to have been paid back in full.
"I was drunk, but did you team up with your family on purpose?" He felt like he'd been set up by the big shots, paying with his "battered" body as the price.
"No way, toasting's totally normal, and my family was all passed out drunk too yesterday." Dextrous Bailey hugged Lucian's head tighter. "If the Trainer's mad, then punish me—like last night."
"No punishment, and I'm revoking your reward." Lucian pried her hands off, propping himself up to look at her.
Dextrous Bailey's silver-white hair spilled across the pillow, that golden eye peeking out from behind the silver cascade, sparkling and captivating.
Lucian brushed her hair aside, staring. "So pretty."
"Trainer, don't look at me like that..." Dextrous Bailey grabbed the pillow beside her. "Stay in bed a little longer, Trainer. Lie down with me, and I'll show you again."
"Do I need your permission to look?" Lucian rolled over, hands planted on either side of Dextrous Bailey's head. He tugged the pillow away and brushed her hair back once more. "All golden and shiny. Why cover it up with the patch all this time?"
"Because kids said it was weird when I was little... so I started wearing the patch after that." Dextrous Bailey hadn't taken it off in front of outsiders in ages. "Trainer, is it really that nice?"
"Yeah, really. Silver hair, golden eyes—like some dragon princess straight out of a novel."
"Hehe~" Dextrous Bailey reached up, looping her arms around Lucian's neck and planting a few puckered kisses on his lips.
"Bailey, no more patch from now on, okay? Having one eye covered probably messes with your running a bit."
"You get used to it, but what if someone calls it weird again?"
"Whoever says it, the Trainer'll go give 'em a couple good whacks." His words were already shielding her heart.
"How's the Trainer gonna protect me? With that?"
Dextrous Bailey's gaze drifted to the slightly bent wooden ruler on the bedside table, a light laugh escaping her.
Lucian licked his lips awkwardly. "Still hurt?"
That ruler had been handed to him by Dextrous Bailey herself—in his drunken haze back then, it might as well have appeared out of thin air.
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She shifted under him, her legs parting just enough to hook one around his hip, pulling him down so their bodies lined up perfect. "Trainer... I want you now. All of you." Her voice was breathy, eyes locked on his with that raw hunger, and she moaned soft when his hand slid between her thighs, fingers finding her slick and ready. "Oh... yeah, right there. You're gonna make me come undone before we even start."
Lucian pressed in slow, the tip of him nudging her entrance, and she arched up, nails digging into his shoulders. "Please... don't hold back. I need to feel you stretch me open." He pushed forward, inch by inch, and she let out a sharp moan, her walls clenching tight around him—tight, so damn tight, like nothing he'd felt before. There was that resistance, then the give, a quick sting that made her gasp, but she just pulled him deeper, whispering hot against his ear, "It's okay... keep going. Feels so good, even the hurt. You're my first, Trainer—making me yours."
Blood warmed between them, a faint slickness, but she rocked her hips to meet him, moaning louder now, real and desperate. "Fuck, you're big... filling me up just right. Move, please—harder." He thrust steady, building the rhythm, her moans turning to whimpers each time he bottomed out, her golden eye half-lidded, staring up like she was lost in it. "Yes... like that. Deeper, Trainer. I wanna feel you tomorrow, every step reminding me of this." Sweat slicked their skin, her breasts bouncing with each push, and she wrapped her legs full around him, urging him on. "Come inside me... don't pull out. Want it all, hot and deep."
They went like that, tangled and urgent, until she shattered first—moaning his name loud, body shaking as she came around him, pulling him over the edge right after. He spilled into her, groaning low, and she held him close after, both of them spent and sticky, breaths slowing in the quiet.
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Dextrous Bailey tugged at Lucian's collar, kissing him once more.
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