“Sayaka,” Homura said in an off-handed tone, “you never learn, do you? I am on an entirely different level than you.”
Sayaka panted, eyes piercing. “I will never forgive you. You took them both, you monster.”
Homura gave a vile laugh. “Took them, did I? Does she look like a prisoner to you?” She gestured toward Madoka who was sitting limply on a park bench behind them in a pink floral dress. Her head lulled to the side, eyes nearly vacant, a tiny smile plastered to her face. Nothing shackled her, aside from Homura’s presence.
“You did something to her,” she accused.
Homura gave another laugh. “Nothing more than give her the pleasure she didn’t know she desired. You never knew she was such a pussy slut, did you? Would you like to watch her cum? It’s beyond words. She makes this cute little noise in the back of her throat, then her face gets so pink and her eyes bulge.”
Sayaka looked pale. She was shaking as she raised her sword again. “Just shut up, akuma!”
“I think not. You have gotten on my last nerve, and this will be your punishment for interfering. Now stand by and watch like a good girl.” Homura snapped her fingers and black webby strands appeared from the ground encircling her long-ago teammate. The girl’s face twisted in disgust as realization hit her. This was really about to happen. Homura couldn’t help the nasty smile of satisfaction.
She walked to Madoka leisurely; there was no hurry. When she was positioned behind her, her hand traced over her face, smile transforming at the way her lover clung to her every touch. “Pet, how would you like to play some more? Would you like that?”
She nodded.
“Do you see Sayaka there?” Another nod. “Do you mind if she watches?” A shake of the head this time. “Good.” Homura rewarded her with a pet from the crown of her head all the way down her back and to the edge of her buttocks. She gave the smallest of shudders at the action. Flitting her attention back to Sayaka, Homura grinned, “See, I’m merely giving her what it is she wants.”
“Don’t you touch her!”
Ignoring her, Homura tugged Madoka’s dress off in one motion. Normally she would take the time to take her lovely Madoka in fully, but right now she was more focused on watching Sayaka’s every reaction. Her forehead was clenched painfully and she started to turn her head aside. A new strand shot from the ground, encircling her neck just tight enough to hold her in place.
“I told you to watch.”
Homura ran her hands down Madoka’s bare arms, then her sides. The girl was panting with anticipation now. As much to tease Sayaka as her, Homura brushed along her stomach and the underside of her breasts then her inner thighs avoiding her needy core. Madoka gave a whine, and Homura giggled. “Be patient,” she cooed before kissing at her neck. Her pulse pounded against her lips, increasing each time her fingers inched impossibly close to where she wanted them.
Finally, she was merciful, hands spreading her legs uncomfortably wide before one hand plunged inside. She was already drenching wet, always so ready for her, and her fingers slipped inside without any resistance. Madoka’s head tipped back, a broken cry falling from her lips.
Sayaka’s mouth dropped, eyes unreadable. “Shit…”
“Ho..mu..ra,” Madoka pleaded.
“Yes, that’s a good girl, Madoka. You will get your reward soon, I promise.”
She nodded even as little cries left her mouth with each flick of Homura’s fingers.
Homura knew exactly how to bring Madoka over the edge as quickly as possible, but she was purposefully dragging this out. She finger-fucked her, meticulously avoiding her g-spot until the girl was all but quaking, her mouth wide and dripping saliva. Madoka’s hand found her forearm, holding on weakly. When Homura met her eyes they were colored with the beautiful soft spark of pleading.
Her wrist snapped, and Madoka jolted so hard she nearly slid off the bench. “Ahh!” Her voice came loud and genuine without filter, a bi-product of ingrained conditioning.
When Homura glanced back at Sayaka, she looked ready to hurl. Good.
Satisfied enough to turn her back on the girl at last, Homura circled her pet, making sure not to neglect her in the process. Now in front, she knelt down, waiting until her nose was close enough to brush her thigh to remove her fingers. Madoka gave a dissatisfied whine but it was immediately followed by a shiver of anticipation.
She knew what her reward was.
Homura moved in that final inch, her own moan coming as her tongue breached those hot, convulsing walls. Her taste hit her tongue, ever tangy sweet, and she let her eyes close, just savoring the moment. She lapped with abandon, shivering herself when Madoka’s hands gripped at her hair in that way she loved. Madoka held her there so that all she could smell and taste and feel was her.
Madoka made that curling meow sound she always did before she came. Homura rolled her tongue, readying to catch as much of her as she could, hand clenching on her thigh leaving nail prints. Then Madoka’s entire body gave a hard shudder, back arching, and she released the loudest noise of all. It was half shout, half whimper, purely Madoka. Not a second later, hot liquid cocaine reached Homura and she drank until the tremors in the girl’s thighs ceased. She gave her one final lick along the outside of her folds just to be sure she was fully clean before cupping her now tired-looking lover’s cheek.
Homura gave her an affectionate kiss before turning back to Sayaka who looked caught between crying and retching. Her anger, however, was blatant.
“You’re sick.”
“Honestly, I don’t care if I am. All I care about is Madoka. Anything else is not even worth my consideration.”
“You…” Sayaka clenched her fist. “You did this to her. You tainted her.”
“Yes,” Homura agreed immediately, enjoying the minute surprise it earned her. “Now,” she said, voice hardening, “you are going to stop bothering Madoka and me. Otherwise I will be forced to do the same to your precious Kyoko.”
Horror flickered in her eyes and she struggled violently against her bindings. “Don’t you dare touch her!”
“Ooh, did I hit a nerve? Like I said, all you need to do is leave Madoka and me in peace and nothing will befall her. Can you promise me?” Homura set ice cold eyes on her.
The fight drained from Sayaka as she cast her gaze from one binding to the next, understanding the position she was in. “Fine,” she said through clenched teeth.
“Good.” Homura smiled smugly. “Now be off with you.” With a snap of her fingers, the strands shot high up out of the ground, taking Sayaka with them. Then they shot her up with immense force. Homura watched the girl shoot through the sky before landing some blocks away.
Her attention was brought back to Madoka when she tugged on her sleeve. “Homura-chan,” she cooed quietly.
“Yes, Madoka?”
Her head was tilted adorably. “Can I return the favor now?”
Homura gave her a kiss on the forehead. “Of course. Let’s go home.”