Chapter 1 - Relaxing with Germanians

“Oh sorry Zero, I appreciate it but you really need to be something for your opinion to matter to me.” A buxom bitch chortles. She somehow manages to make the school outfit work for her with every little shake of her awe inspiring hips
 
“You must find it very hard to make decisions then, what with the fact that you can’t listen to yourself.” A much smaller girl with pink flowing locks of hair and a tight figure bites back. Her figure speaks of a woman who’ll look childish well into her thirties, sporting hips that are nowhere to be seen even if her skirt is too small. Slim curves without an ounce of baby fat are the only real indication she’s not a small girl playing student, at least with her clothes on.

“If I wanted my cum back I’d have given it to you in the first place.” The original woman sounds.

“You-agh, stupid Germanian pervert, making everything about depraved nonsense.”

“Nu-uh Louise, my name’s Kirche, get it right, it’s not Germanian Pervert. I know your memory’s not that bad. I bet you’d loosen up if I….”

“No but your sense of shame i-ahh~” Louise is cut off as she’s pushed against the wall. Delicious fire courses through her taste buds and assaults her brain. It takes her a moment to even realize she’s being kissed, and another to grasp her assaulter’s arm. She struggles to overpower the bigger woman, until the next shot of feelings overcomes her nerves, lightning dancing into her knees and through her toes, over her hips and into her stomach.

“H-how-” Her sounds are silenced again by the overbearing kiss, need penetrating her limbs and slowing her fighting senses. She’s pushed deeper into the wall by a knee between her legs and digits dance along her womanhood. Over and under, her temper folds under the force of the Germanian’s lustful motions.

“Stoppp~” She gasps out just before something amazing happens down below her vision, like her whole being is pressed between two gentle fingers and suddenly she’s deepening the kiss herself. Hungrily pressing into the motions, into the intoxicating invader inside her mouth.

In an instant her mind numbs, her knees fail, and she slides down the wall. Lips tickle her ear, and a lovely voice tainted with sin whispers to her. “That was but a taste of what I have to give you. Meet me after-dark, you know where. Let’s put all this hate behind us.”

“How dare she? In the-in the middle of the- hraaauh!” Louise’s feet clatter against the floor in circles as she aggressively flows from one spot to the next, shouting at the ceiling of her elegant room. “I can understand how a shameless barbarian like her born of a backwards country like Germania could think making moves on Vallière husbands is somehow okay, it is only fitting of a creature without shame. But me? The Vallière? This is unprecedented, without precedent! There’s no precedent!”
 
She stomps the floor, and takes joy in the small sound of defiance her petite feet can produce. “I am not a conquest for the Zerbst! I’m not!”

She marches over to her desk, and hastily begins a letter. One to send to her mother asking for advice. Clearly this is beyond her place to decide.

It isn’t until the letter is completed that a thought enters her clearing mind, a pleasant looseness of her whole body even throughout her rage. Is it, really that insulting? Is this a line?

What if.. in her backwards, uncultured way. Kirche is trying to help her? She does feel better. She can think clearer. What if she’s too pent up, and that’s why she’s failing at magic? A proper noble would never think that’s the problem, not in a million years. But a Zerbst might.

A Zerbst would.

It’s with trepidation that Louise’s hand raps at the door, gently rocking the wood while nervously glancing from side to side to make sure no one’s watching. They’re not, thankfully, if they were she’d have run away well before she heard the cheery greetings from beyond the wooden portal.
 
With a deep breath and a sigh of frustration Louise pushes open the door. It’s difficult for her to keep a straight face at what lays inside. Kirche’s room is a lot like hers, nicer in fact. Though that is most likely on her part and less actual room potential. Kirche has a flair for the dramatic, pretty reds and velvets litter the room in every which way. The floor has a carpet that adds a pleasantness to standing even beneath her shoes, and a polished mirror on the ceiling that displays just how pretty the large comfortable bed is.

It could hold a few dozen of her, and the fact that it probably has is the only thing that threatens to crack Louise’s forced calm. It has all been expected, all accounted for. Louise did not come ill prepared into a lion’s den.

What does break her countenance is the romantic candles placed liberally throughout the room, a cherry scent hits her nose well before her eyes take in the way the bed is bathed in just enough shadow to fake a sense of secrecy.

Kirche’s body, freshly bathed and glimmering in the light as if freshly oiled? Expected.
The mad woman shamelessly lacking the shame to dress in anything other than tight lacy lingerie that fails to properly cover even her most private of places, and leaving the delicious melons atop her chest out in the open to draw the eyes, a given.

Romantic candles? No. Louise’s face alights with an obvious mixture of indignance and embarrassment. She’s not being taken seriously…

“Louise, you’re hardly going to loosen up covered in more clothes than a peasant in the dead of winter.”

A quick look down at her scarf is all she needs to remind herself that her protective armor is perhaps too blatant. Foregoing subtly in replacement of giving her more time to make sure this isn’t some ill played joke. She closes the door, “Unlike you, I am a lady. I need a moment to get myself situated.”

“Could we not?” Kirche asks.

“Not...”

“Could we not fight?” The redhead waggles a finger, rocking her shoulders a little to make her voluptuous caramel hills sway. “This is about lightening up.”

The pinkette gives it a few moments of thought, struggling to place her distaste as anything other than a common formality, before giving a slight nod. “For now.”

The two stare awkwardly, candles flickering a natural light and shadow throughout the room ticking seconds at a time until finally one of Kirche’s fingers glides up her bust, slowly pressing into her supple skin.

Pink eyes can’t help but stare as Kirche’s digit trails over perky nipples before sliding between the slope of two mountains.

Pink eyes can’t help but blink when that same finger touches pink lips, and lands on a slowly outstretching tongue. The slightest hiss of saliva sounds as a bit of steam rises from her finger, steam gone with the air a moment later. “Still standing there Louise? I can hardly put this inside of you from over there.”

The petite figure slowly approaching is enough to make the fiery redhead roll her eyes. “Up, up!” Kirche is rather pleasantly surprised when Louise scurries onto the bed eagerly.

“First order, this scarf...” It’s with an expert grace that Kirche removes the pretty black scarf over the girl’s mantle, giving it a few moments of care and a gentle kiss before before moving onto the comically large coat. “How are you feeling?” She hazards as she pops the mantle off the moment the coat is thrown to the floor, allowing her fingers to gently rub at Louise’s shoulders in the process.

She feels the girl shake a little, feels her hold back a gasp, watches her eyes fight back a glaze. “Louise this isn’t even sexual...” She trails, “I would do this in public, it’s the middle of summer you shouldn’t be dressing like this.”

“I didn’t want anything anyone misunderstanding...” Louise trails, as Kirche slides her fingers down her back. “Wait you did that thing in public earlier, that’s not really saying much!”

“You’re still dangerously touch starved.” Kirche declares as she pops a button on the girl’s blouse, rubbing a stray finger across her soft cheek. “I never thought I’d say it but your prudishness might actually be a health concern.”

“I will see a water mage.” Louise grumbles.

“Save the Ecu, a fire mage will do it for free.”
It’s the last thing Kirche says before Louise feels gentle lips against her own, prodding, playfully igniting the same ferocious spark within her she’d agonized over earlier, desired with all her heart while even when she was stomping around.

Louise is quickly overcome by a forbidden joy that threatens to spill out of her as if she is a little girl.

All too soon the warmth is gone, and the last button pops. “Louise, I’m starting to think you’re having second thoughts.” The redhead smirks, eyes glimmering as they take in the undershirt beneath her companion’s blouse.

“It was cold.” Louise quips proudly, as Kirche slips the blouse off and forces the undershirt away with a vengeance.

“So cute..” Kirche gushes a bit, finger carefully gliding over a creamy nipple while another slides down her well kept flat stomach. The Vallière are hard workers, she’ll give them that. If only they would lighten up just a little bit they’d all make wonderful bed warmers. The best really, it’s an amazing package. Skilled, compassionate, it was their fire which led to the Zerbst admiration in the first place. Their desire to one up them, or have them. Doesn’t hurt that they’re all unbelievably cute in one way or another.

“I’m not-”

Lips touch again, shutting Louise up with a passionate flame. “You are.” Kirche counters. “Your breasts are a wonderful shape you know, they fit right in my hand and they’re not lopsided at all.” Her hands grip her just to prove that point.

“Hau-Kirche I-”
Another kiss. Another exchange of bliss. “You’re doing too much talking, not enough gasping.” The busty woman chides. “You have a pretty voice, I want to hear more of it.”

“Nnn.” Tiny cheeks twitch as the little noble holds back her indignance. Kirche counters indignance with lips, searing lips and a tongue that invades past her teeth. Fingers that work her nipples and palms that knead into her growing mounds.

The girl’s face peaks red as she twitches, accepting the pleasure of every little touch now that her voice is muffled. She never thought she’d be leaning into a Zerbst but she is, her body is fire and it needs more of her enemy, it needs more of the woman who’s tormented her for years.

It needs her now. “K-Kirche please..”

That’s all the push Kirche needs to push her over, to push her into the velvet sheets. To tear her skirt from her and burn her embarrassingly pink panties away with a work of their combined hips.

The flames tickle her nerves lovingly, and her breaths become forceful and desperate as the euphoria overtakes Louise’s mind. Combined with an all encompassing tongue working its way past her defenses and vehemently pressuring her back to that hallway, how she’d felt when she was collapsed on the floor and everyone was staring at the puddle beneath her. It all works together to form the most stimulating moment of Louise’s entire life.

With a twist of caramel palms it falls back to second place.

Louise’s hands fly up to the bountiful harvest before her, fondling glorious tits with a ferocious need in the hopes of egging her temporary lover on. Gifts from the founder himself shake in her grasp, adding to the mix with a sense of reverence. The little pinkette’s mind goes blank and Kirche is covered in a new part of Louise she’s more than eager to have.

Louise finds herself unsure of how long she’s left in the daze. She is only sure that when her eyes unfog her shoes are gone, her stockings are across the room, and Kirche is licking something very shiny off her fingers.

Louise’s eyes can’t help but take in how endless Kirche’s legs seem in that moment, and a simple glance to her own gently resting on the woman’s thigh not too far away results in disappointment.

“You have lovely legs.” Kirche says suddenly, lifting one of them up so it rests on her shoulder.

“Wha-”

“You’re very easy to read.” The Germanian teases, “you always have been. It’s how I knew you’d never give up no matter how much I teased. It’s how I knew you’d come here despite your misgivings.”

Kirche leans forward, nuzzling her inner thigh gently with her nose. “And it’s how I know that the cutest girl in our year is comparing herself to the sexiest and feeling inadequate.”

“I am-cute?”

“Shh...” Her tongue flickers out, leaving a thin trail of cold moisture on the inside of Louise’s thigh. It causes her to shake a little, new sensations springing forth and making it hard to pay attention. “You can’t compare us Louise, cute and sexy are two different but powerful things. They go so well together, together we could likely run this school.” The tongue trails up-and up- and Louise shakes a little more as lips gently place kisses down her legs, all the way to her ankles.

Fingers trail up and down her leg as wonderful lips move to shock her neglected leg without hesitation. “I could place a hundred thousand kisses on you and it’d never be enough for me.” Kirche admits, little jolts of hot lightning spark through the Pinkette’s mind, every touch of angelic lips on her skin causes an encroaching flame to overtake her nerves.

Louise struggles not to whimper in need as lips come closer, and closer, need growing into something so much more with every moment, something so much deeper. “Kiauu-Kirche, please get on with this I-I can’t-”

“Hehehehe-you’re so greedy.” The woman chides confidently. “In a few years you’ll be happy your first lover took the time to admire you. You know what I’d give for this...”

“Ma-maybe.” Louise nibbles at her lip, “but not right now.” Louise tweaks Kirche’s nipples a little just like she saw earlier, and confidently does it again when she earns herself a gasp.

“Fau-fine, I’ll really work you over, the moment I’ve cum.” She shifts as Louise’s eyes widen.

“Bu-bu how am-why is it-” She sputters, as Kirche’s wonderful supple ass moves to right above her face.

She sputters as fingers trace her own lower half, pressing against her most precious parts with a wet vindication. “Figured out what you’re supposed to do yet?”

Louise struggles with the sexy lace on her target, it’s just there enough to get in the way of her inexperienced shambling and her own release is on the line, she can’t fail, she won’t. With a swerve of the girl up top’s hips the lace falls, and Louise thanks her by immediately prodding at the wonderful wet lips in front of her.

She’s astounded by how bright they are. She’d always thought Kirche would have something dark, something tainted by evil or possibly bruised from frequent abuse.

Instead she’s met by the prettiest thing she’s ever seen, lips that move at her touch and respond to her desires by accepting her tongue with primed gasps and moans of content.

Her prodding is derailed as her own slit is kneaded by hands blessed by the Founder’s glory, she’d never doubt Germania again! “Kiauu~” Again and again, her outsides are teased and massaged, one hand working her ass while another grinds into her slit. It gives her ideas, and soon enough Kirche’s lovehole is receiving the same treatment, only with unsteady shakes and trembles. “How am I supposed to-aah, make you feel good if I can’t focus?” She whines.

“It’s not that hard, just gotta do stuff like, eh… this.” Kirche’s voice stops as the most fantastic feeling in the world stuns Louise’s into silence. And then it happens again, and again-

Realizing what that was is easier for her body than her mind. Her legs wrap around Kirche’s shoulders as her face digs into the woman above her, tongue giving what it needs more of. Giving so freely in panicked hopes giving means receiving.

“In-haa-inside Louise!” Kirche commands as she begins to gently rock into Louise’s lips, lovely fluids coating an awaiting tongue. Kirche’s hand leaves Louise’s ass to play at her own tit, anticipation growling inside her as the fires of passion burn brightly between them. Her mother would be proud..

“Haau-forget it! You win!” Kirche gasps as her other hand makes room for her tongue, resting on Louise’s thigh the pink muscle penetrates her rival’s innocent gushing depths for the first time with a caring swirl.

Louise’s toes curl as her knees tighten around her partner, shaking with excitement as her own tongue makes its way into Kirche, flowing around in circles like their first kiss.

Kirche ramps it up, tongue flowing from side to side like the second kiss, and gasps in glee as she’s mimicked. Zero’s always been a quick learner, a prodigy if nothing else. It’d never occurred to her that could apply to this which in this moment she sorta regrets because if she had realized she’d have had Louise’s tongue in her a year ago.

Spicing it up she returns her hand to Louise’s thigh to rub her down, giving her a massage by using her own perfect juices as an oil. A flick to her clit is all she needs to know Louise is paying attention, because her own juices run freely as the cheeky little copycat plays ball.

There it is, Kirche’s eyes glimmer with excitement as she feels the walls around her favored muscles tense, as she tastes the almost cream like deliciousness that is Louise’s bliss flow freely.

In an instant her tongue intensifies, pushing rapidly against the insides of her soft walls, folding and swirling and pressing her buttons in a way that makes her laugh at Louise pitiful and inexperienced attempts to do the same to her mid-cum. Silly little girl, leave that to the big girls.

A second cum catches her by surprise as she laughs, and her pupils dance as Louise’s dilate She begins a steady thrusting of her tongue into her carnal honeypot, making love to her with her tongue to coax out a third insane gush of fluids she can’t help but slurp at.

When Kirche pulls out of her rival’s soaking folds it’s to raspy gaspy breathing and struggled attempts to keep up her motions, a desperate gambit to give something and not be a burden just once in the Zero’s life.

Enough of that, the bosom monster decides as she focuses on a certain underused little nub, the prettiest clit of them all while spreading her juices into her thighs with both hands.

“Hauauuh!” Kirche’s eyes widen as Louise copies her with enthusiasm, and her voice is a mistake. Within an instant the tables have turned and she’s pushing her needy cunt into her inferior, begging for more and more and more as her own fire turns against her and her insides rebel.

“Louissssssss!”

“Kirshhhhh!”
It’s a twin cry as the two collapse, sopping twitching messes of lovely sticky folds and juices.

They lay together, the sheets seeming almost too soft as the world spins, making it impossible to do anything but bask in the moment, the moment they became something more than enemies.

“I now pronounce you one.” Kirche sounds.

“One?” One asks back.

“You did it. You really succeeded at something great. You can’t be zero anymore.”

Louise’s eyes tear up, vindication almost as sweet as the feeling of heat coursing through her veins. She doesn’t respond, doesn’t comment. She leans in, and connects their lips. “Let’s do this again.”

“My lips are always open to you.”

“Good.” Louise decides with a smile. “I’m gonna need them.”

