Chapter 1 - Like a Dream

Ukina often lost herself in the things she loved. Which meant engineering, playing cards with her fellow Ironworks comrades, and dancing in slutty outfits in dimly lit clubs every Friday night.

She wore a showy number that drew eyes to her lithe and graceful frame. It was an outfit in bright neutral tones that played off her warm umber color. Her hands were wrapped in long fingerless gloves that emphasized her fingers and their gentle smoothness. Her legs were wrapped up in long white leggings with large expanses of fishnets that hugged her toned thighs. Her calf-long boots ended in medium-sized heels that clacked with each step and hop on the dance floor. And her palm-sized breasts were tucked comfortably in a form-fitting top that ended in a modest collar.

On most nights, she’d lose herself to the music. Whenever strangers approached her with offers of company, she’d spin and twirl away and melt to the edges of the scene. But this night wasn’t like most nights. Because Jhora, her beloved mistress, was with her.

Ukina turned her head and regarded her mistress from head to toe. And her knees weakened as she fell for her all over again.

Jhora's outfit was even showier than hers. Her skin was covered in wide-open fish nets that strained against her softer fuller curves. The netting squeezed her ass and rarely tight enough, that ilms of flesh spilled between each loop. Her nipples were hidden beneath thick x-shaped pasties, but Ukina could see the slight tenting betraying the shinobi's arousal. She moved with grace on high-heeled shoes and her eyes shone in the flickering club lights with that entrancing stare she always showed. Her red hair was tied up in a small bun-like tail and her lips were hidden beneath a cloth of dark soft cloth.

Ukina didn't know how long they danced that evening. It could have been hours. It could have been days. But to the excited hare, it still wouldn't have been enough. She craved more time with her beloved, and nothing she did could soothe that ache. She yearned for Jhora's touch and brushed up against her whenever she could. And her heart soared whenever Jhora responded in kind.

The rava twirled and twisted around and leaned over. She wiggled her pert firm rear and pushed it against her mistress. Jhora rewarded her with a soft smack across her hips. Ukina hummed as her beloved slipped her fingers between the lacing of her fishnet leggings and scratched her nails along her warm soft flesh. Jhora leaned closer, until her breasts, captured in fishnets and covered in X pastie tape, rested on her back. She whispered to the rava’s ear so only she could hear…

“Seems we’re alone here. This gives me an idea, beloved.”

Ukina blinked and looked all around the club room floor. Gone were the rows of dancers and drinkers and partiers. Gone were the guards and servers patrolling the room. But Ukina’s eyes caught sight of the hired musicians, a pair of hyur strumming aether-charged guitars, still playing in one corner of the room.

Ukina slowed to a stop. She turned to look into Ukina's eyes. Sweat rolled down over her dark umber skin. She was curious about her beloved's idea. But bashfulness forced her timidity to the fore.

“What kind of idea, mistress?” she said.

Ukina felt Jhora smile from behind her mask. The scarred hyur curled a finger beneath the rava's chin and tipped it up so their eyes met. And when they did, Ukina felt charmed and enraptured as she always did.

“Just follow my lead…” Jhora said. She guided the rava closer and lowered her head, so she could whisper breathily in her ear. “...I want you to show me your cock and then…”

Ukina listened intently to Jhora’s suggestions. She spoke of the sinful pleasures of public sex. She painted pictures of jerking the rava’s shorts to the side and whipping out her hard cock. She whispered of the things she wanted the rava to do to her right there on that dance floor.

Ukina held her breath the entire time. Every suggestion made her heart beat faster and her skin darkened with a steamy blush. Her legs shook as desire clashed against modesty and the hidden heat beneath her glamours bulged and throbbed in delight.

But the merest hint of modesty held her back. She held onto her elbow. She moistened her lips with a flick of her tongue. then spoke in a tone somewhere between uncertain and slutty.

“R-really? But there are still people here and…” said Ukina.

“Of course,” Jhora said, “you could always say no. Or…” Jhora said.

Ukina raised her chin and met Jhora’s eyes. The taller woman stood up and arched her back emphasizing the full swell and bounce of her chest. Her fingers folded behind her neck. Her eyes shone with temptation and mischief.

“...you could have me on this dance floor. Just like that fantasy you shared with me.” Jhora fluttered her lashes at the rava. “What say you, beloved!”

Ukina could never remember the next few moments. Her mistress’s coaxing teasing voice was like a spell that sapped away any hope of resistance. Her hands were all over Jhora before long, groping and massaging every soft curve from chin to hips and everything in between. She barely noticed the shinobi’s fingers tug at her leggings until her hard cock was exposed to view. But she couldn’t forget how she moaned as the hyur wrapped her long fingers around her cock and stroked them with deep sensual motions.

The music had stopped when their play was noticed, but no one moved a hand to stop them. As there was an undeniable beauty in the reckless and overt lust on display. As the flashing colorful lights sparkled around the pair, an audience formed circling them. But neither of the women cared a whit, as they could only see one another.

Ukina lowered Jhora to her back and held onto her legs with a tight firm grip. She whimpered and groaned in impatient need until Jhora guided her tip down to her folds and helped the rava fill her up.

Ukina moaned and sighed as she thrust deep inside. While Jhora's cheeks reddened with a naked blush, as the rava rocked her hips back and forth. The slap of their eager bodies became a percussion to match the wet stirring as she plunged deep inside the Doman's hot wet pussy.

The dance floor grew sticky with their combined lusts, as insatiable need overtook the hare’s timidity. She leaned into her beloved’s embrace and groaned as she thrust deeper and deeper and deeper still. The hare’s nose wiggled as she caught the scent of perfume and sex swirling around her sensitive senses. And her ears quivered with their rhythmic slap slap slap.

Jhora smiled behind her mask and caressed her beloved's cheek. Her nails scratched along her skin with a gentle brush. She coaxed her to pull out and wait. Ukina did as she was told and her cock slipped out with a wet pop. She was more than happy to obey.

The shinobi then swung her leg over Ukina's head. The moment flipped her around onto her front leaving her scarred back in full view beneath the colorful lights. Ukina's eyes swept down to the shinobi's plump rear. She was dazzled as the light made every bead of sweat sparkle and caressed every ilm of flesh. She breathed in and watched how Jhora swayed and shivered as the anticipation overwhelmed her normal restraint.

“Mistress, you are so beautiful. I can’t keep my eyes off of you.” Jhora said.

“You can look as much as you like,” Jhora teased as she wiggled her hips. “...but I would be glad if you did more than look.”

Jhora licked her lips and took her cock in hand and stroked it in a slow steady stroke.

“Don’t worry mistress,” she sighed, “Right now, I don’t care about anything but your pleasure.”

Ukina rubbed her sticky cock against her partner's rear. Smearing it with pre-cum and Jhora's juices. She then tugged the netting that covered her body until she saw her mistress' sex. A soft moan escaped the rava's throat as she watched the soft drip of lust running down her thighs from those sweet inviting lips. The rava pursed her lips and then asked Jhora to rise to her hands and knees. And Jhora was more than happy to oblige.

The shinobi adjusted herself, moving into position. She purred and teased her pet with a gentle sway of her hips that made her ass ripple with the soft sinuous motion. She resisted the urge to look over her shoulder since she could already envision the adoration and want in Ukina's face. Especially when the rava slapped a hand on her hip, dug her fingers into her skin brushing a digit over one of her many scars with the loving care of a sculptor. 

Ukina drew in a deep breath and curled her toes as tight as she could. She thought of numbers and formulae and engineering manuals. Anything to resist cumming over her partner's back. She needed this experience to last forever and ever. But she knew she had her limits better than anyone. And if she didn't put it in soon, then her lust would be spent all over her ass and hips.

The rava exhaled as she slammed herself inside and shivered with absolute delight. As the shinobi's folds warmed and slickened her quivering dick, then clamped as tight as they possibly could. She leaned over Jhora''s back held her tight and let her hips and moans do the talking.

Ukina was lost to the pleasures of the moment. She watched Jhora's breasts swing and wobble each time she thrust into her. Her ears burned as their moans and sighs blended into a symphony of sugar and spice. She felt their lust run over her sack and drip to the dance floor in a steady splash and spray. Her knees shook as that tingle raced up her cock and reverberated throughout her frame.

“Mi-Mistress~ I’m…”

“Don’t Hngnh talk, Ukina. Just give it to me~”

Ukina bit her lip and thrust as hard as she could, and felt the dam break. The women moaned while the audience cheered as their lust swirled deep within the shinobi. The rava shuddered and quivered as she rode that wave until her knees and body gave out. She then fell upon the scarred woman's back and panted as the last spurts of lust were squeezed out. She smiled dumbly and rested atop her mistress content with the glow and warmth she felt.

Jhora wiggled away from her beloved's grasp, then twisted around until she could draw the rava against her chest. She caressed the woman's black-white hair and gazed into her salt-and-pepper eyes.

“Rest up beloved. If the owners come, I will take care of it. Just rest and dream another fantasy we can make true.”

Ukina hummed and shut her eyes and lost herself in the one she loved.