nealuchi | just love the lust

Title: just love the lust
Fandom: Fate/Grand Order
Character(s): Chiyome, Gorgon
Pairing(s): Gorgon/Chiyome
Genre: Smut
Word Count: 840
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Underage
Summary: Gorgon wants Chiyome to wear a maid dress. Chiyome doesn't see the appeal, but it's not as if she'll say no.
Notes:

Chiyome isn’t sure she sees the appeal of a maid outfit.

Rather, she can understand where it would be useful for espionage. Hired help frequently go overlooked by people in power, and it would be a practical disguise for infiltration and eavesdropping… if maids actually still dressed like this, which to Chiyome’s understanding, they don’t.

She is coming to understand that being in a position of power over someone can be a sexual thrill. Gorgon enjoys giving her orders, and Chiyome enjoys following them. But what she wears has no impact on her devotion.

“You’re overthinking it,” Gorgon says with a sigh. She’s also in a special outfit, a sleek black suit. It had to be specially modified for her tail, but it flatters her more than enough to be worth the effort.

But that’s different. Gorgon is beautiful, and Chiyome is just Chiyome.

“Come here, girl.” Gorgon beckons with one claw, and Chiyome shuffles forward. If her strides are too long, her skirt rides up and flashes her underwear, so she has to step daintily. “What do you think you’re doing, running around my home dressed like that?”

“I don’t know what you mean, Lady Gorgon,” Chiyome answers, eyes averted. “This is my uniform.”

Gorgon lightly squeezes her ass, making her jump. “You clean all your employers’ houses dressed like a little whore? Do you wipe their tables before or after they bend you over them?”

“N-no, it’s not… ah…” It’s hard to protest with Gorgon kneading her, claws just lightly pricking without pressing hard enough to break skin.

“Oh? But you’re so excited already.” She rubs against Chiyome’s lace underwear until her arousal starts to soak through.

Chiyome can’t hold back a moan, and doesn’t try to. “B-because it’s you, Lady Gorgon.”

“Good girl. I won’t share you with anyone.” Gorgon strokes her hair away from her face, a gesture out of place for how gentle it is. “On your knees.”

Chiyome kneels, and watches Gorgon pull off her belt and toss it aside. There’s a bulge she’s been pretending not to notice, and her breath catches when Gorgon reveals the other purchase she made in Akihabara: a strap-on. Just like the rest of her, it’s plenty big.

“Well?” Gorgon asks. “Go on.”

Carefully, Chiyome leans in and wraps her lips around the head. She knows Gorgon can’t directly feel what she’s doing, so this is more for the show of it, and she wants to put on a good performance.

It’s slightly warm from Gorgon’s body heat, and doesn’t taste like anything in particular. Chiyome bobs her head, taking more of her cock on each motion.

“Just like that.” Gorgon’s hand travels from Chiyome’s hair to her chest, careful not to rip the fabric as she tugs the dress down to reveal Chiyome’s breasts. She rubs Chiyome’s nipples with the flat sides of her claws until they’re hard and peaked.

Chiyome moans around the dildo, picking up her pace. She reaches the point where she gags and has to pull back, and her eyes water as she looks up to meet Gorgon’s gaze.

Gorgon shudders down to the heads of her snakes. “Enough. Brace yourself against the wall.” She tugs her pants down further but doesn’t undress more than that.

Of course Chiyome obeys. She bends with her hands pressed against the wall and her ass out, short skirt doing nothing to hide her soaked underwear. These Gorgon shreds apart, and Chiyome only has a second to think of what she paid for that before Gorgon thrusts inside her.

She’s not completely unaccustomed to being entered, but Gorgon’s tail is too wide to get very deep inside her. Gorgon’s cock reaches her core, filling her completely, and she gasps and scrambles for better purchase on the wall.

Gorgon’s snakes swoop down to lick and suck at her breasts as Gorgon starts to move, each thrust deep and merciless and perfect. Her claws dig into the dress bunched at her hips.

“Lady Gorgon, Lady Gorgon…!” Even in the midst of feverish pleasure, Chiyome doesn’t forget to pay Gorgon the proper respect.

“Little slut,” Gorgon says, breathless. “How does it feel?”

“So good…!” Her face burns, but it was already flush with arousal to begin with. “Harder, please…!”

Gorgon obliges, pounding into her even harder and making her wail. Her tail winds around one of Chiyome’s legs and rubs against her clit, and it’s all Chiyome can do to hold on.

Chiyome’s back arches and her toes curl. She’s no longer aware of what she’s saying, just that it includes ‘please’ and cries of Gorgon’s name. Every time Gorgon groans ‘Chiyome’ in return, Chiyome squeezes a little harder around her.

“Come for me, Chiyome-”

As always, Chiyome obeys, coming hard enough to blank out her vision for a moment. Gasping for breath, she slides to the floor and lets the strap-on slip out of her.

Gorgon settles down beside her. Her suit is a wrinkled mess, but she has a satisfied smile on her face, and that’s what matters.