Siren\'s Song
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Fullmetal Alchemist › Yuri - Female/Female
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Adult ++
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2,530
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3
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Her Siren's Song
Disclaimer: hagaren belongs to many people, none of whom are me :)
Warnings in effect: Ultra-mild spoilers for episode 33 or so. (If you don\'t know who Dante is, stay away.)
A/N: When Ed first met ditzy, maidservant!Lyra at Dante\'s house, I had a bad, bad thought...
She had always been attracted to power, from the time she was only a girl; drawn to it and beckoned by it with a strength she could barely understand. She had spent a long time looking in alchemy, thought she\'d found the answer there; then later, in political ambitions, with her sights on State Alchemist. In the end, it was neither, but infinitely more satisfying.
\"Dishes, Lyra.\" Her master\'s voice in the kitchen, low and soothing over the china.
\"Dusting, Lyra.\" In the parlor, during the day. Following her everywhere, surrounding her like an embrace. She had never known peace until she first met the master; never known joy without something to do. Just a few simple words and her world was so simple -- a command to be followed, soft praise to ensue. Her direction was everywhere, kind but still guiding, all throughout the teatime and into the night. And then later, in the bedroom, where it broke all the walls down--
\"Lyra, take your clothes off.\"
\"Yes, madam.\" She whispered gratefully, reached behind for the clasp. The master sat there patiently and watched as she wiggled her way out of the fabric, perched in her chair as if viewing a stage show. Just waited, and watched as her nipples grew hard, and her breath started to come in nervous, heaving gasps.
\"A beautiful body.\" Said at last, with approval.
\"Thank you, madam.\" Said quite fast, lack of breath.
\"You may sit down now.\"
\"Thank you, madam.\" She said, and slid into a chair.
\"Touch yourself.\"
And she did touch herself now, because she was ordered; it so pleased the master to watch her obey. One hand on her nipples, because Madam liked them; the other on thighs, and she hissed as she squeezed. She imagined the master might touch if invited, and rocked her hips forward in wordless display.
\"Higher.\" The master replied. \"Not yet.\"
She slid her hand dutifully to cup at her groin, threading her fingers through wirey hairs. They prickled quite strangely against her dish-chapped calluses, and she groaned at the sensation.
\"Lower.\" The master ordered now, and she spread her legs open so the master could see. Her fingers grew slick as she searched through the folds there, sending trembles of pleasure straight down to her knees.
\"There. Touch there.\" And she did so, crying out as her hands found a nub, turned it electric. Her nipples jumped to attention, and ached so bad under her fingertips that she thought she could feel her pulse in them. She flicked her fingers faster, and started a steady thrum of excitement shooting wickedly through her groin, spreading outward into the surrounding area.
\"Harder.\"
Dug her fingers into breasts, kneaded flesh like it was sourdough.
\"Faster.\"
Fingers flying down below, up above, no air to breathe, almost gone--
\"Madam, please...\"
\"Halt.\"
She yanked her hands back as if they\'d been burned, and stared up at the master expectantly. She wanted to come so bad she was oozing, a thick patch of wetness spreading from her legs to the furniture, but she needed the master\'s approval more than anything. Without that, it was meaningless. Without that, she disappointed.
\"Come here, child.\" The master beckoned.
\"Yes, Madam.\"
\"On your hands and knees.\"
\"As you wish.\"
She dropped to them immediately and began crawling, feeling the ache between her legs intensify a thousand fold with the action. She reached the foot of the chair and collapsed like a puppet, pressed her head to the floor like an obedient puppy.
\"There\'s a good girl.\" The master said kindly. \"You may kiss me.\"
She jumped up immediately, amazed at her fortune, and leaned in with eagerness to receive the great gift. Leathery lips brushed against hers, nibbled at hers, and then a hot, probing tongue was pressing into her mouth, sliding over her own. It was wonderful and dominating, and sent fresh shivers down into her spine.
--And then there was a hand between her legs, and she barely had time to comprehend it before she\'d shifted to compensate, buckled down onto it. The master was touching her. The master was touching her, and oh god her legs were melting, she just couldn\'t breathe, the whole world was opening up into light--
She came hard on the master\'s fingers and continued sliding against them, riding the aftershocks out with a jerk. The master was looking at her, and she swayed on her feet, blissfully unable to stand.
\"You may kneel.\"
\"Thank you, madam.\" She gasped, and collapsed to her knees, satiated and witless.
\"Good girl.\" Dante proclaimed, threading her long fingers through Lyra\'s dark hair. \"That will do.\"
\"You will do.\"
Warnings in effect: Ultra-mild spoilers for episode 33 or so. (If you don\'t know who Dante is, stay away.)
A/N: When Ed first met ditzy, maidservant!Lyra at Dante\'s house, I had a bad, bad thought...
She had always been attracted to power, from the time she was only a girl; drawn to it and beckoned by it with a strength she could barely understand. She had spent a long time looking in alchemy, thought she\'d found the answer there; then later, in political ambitions, with her sights on State Alchemist. In the end, it was neither, but infinitely more satisfying.
\"Dishes, Lyra.\" Her master\'s voice in the kitchen, low and soothing over the china.
\"Dusting, Lyra.\" In the parlor, during the day. Following her everywhere, surrounding her like an embrace. She had never known peace until she first met the master; never known joy without something to do. Just a few simple words and her world was so simple -- a command to be followed, soft praise to ensue. Her direction was everywhere, kind but still guiding, all throughout the teatime and into the night. And then later, in the bedroom, where it broke all the walls down--
\"Lyra, take your clothes off.\"
\"Yes, madam.\" She whispered gratefully, reached behind for the clasp. The master sat there patiently and watched as she wiggled her way out of the fabric, perched in her chair as if viewing a stage show. Just waited, and watched as her nipples grew hard, and her breath started to come in nervous, heaving gasps.
\"A beautiful body.\" Said at last, with approval.
\"Thank you, madam.\" Said quite fast, lack of breath.
\"You may sit down now.\"
\"Thank you, madam.\" She said, and slid into a chair.
\"Touch yourself.\"
And she did touch herself now, because she was ordered; it so pleased the master to watch her obey. One hand on her nipples, because Madam liked them; the other on thighs, and she hissed as she squeezed. She imagined the master might touch if invited, and rocked her hips forward in wordless display.
\"Higher.\" The master replied. \"Not yet.\"
She slid her hand dutifully to cup at her groin, threading her fingers through wirey hairs. They prickled quite strangely against her dish-chapped calluses, and she groaned at the sensation.
\"Lower.\" The master ordered now, and she spread her legs open so the master could see. Her fingers grew slick as she searched through the folds there, sending trembles of pleasure straight down to her knees.
\"There. Touch there.\" And she did so, crying out as her hands found a nub, turned it electric. Her nipples jumped to attention, and ached so bad under her fingertips that she thought she could feel her pulse in them. She flicked her fingers faster, and started a steady thrum of excitement shooting wickedly through her groin, spreading outward into the surrounding area.
\"Harder.\"
Dug her fingers into breasts, kneaded flesh like it was sourdough.
\"Faster.\"
Fingers flying down below, up above, no air to breathe, almost gone--
\"Madam, please...\"
\"Halt.\"
She yanked her hands back as if they\'d been burned, and stared up at the master expectantly. She wanted to come so bad she was oozing, a thick patch of wetness spreading from her legs to the furniture, but she needed the master\'s approval more than anything. Without that, it was meaningless. Without that, she disappointed.
\"Come here, child.\" The master beckoned.
\"Yes, Madam.\"
\"On your hands and knees.\"
\"As you wish.\"
She dropped to them immediately and began crawling, feeling the ache between her legs intensify a thousand fold with the action. She reached the foot of the chair and collapsed like a puppet, pressed her head to the floor like an obedient puppy.
\"There\'s a good girl.\" The master said kindly. \"You may kiss me.\"
She jumped up immediately, amazed at her fortune, and leaned in with eagerness to receive the great gift. Leathery lips brushed against hers, nibbled at hers, and then a hot, probing tongue was pressing into her mouth, sliding over her own. It was wonderful and dominating, and sent fresh shivers down into her spine.
--And then there was a hand between her legs, and she barely had time to comprehend it before she\'d shifted to compensate, buckled down onto it. The master was touching her. The master was touching her, and oh god her legs were melting, she just couldn\'t breathe, the whole world was opening up into light--
She came hard on the master\'s fingers and continued sliding against them, riding the aftershocks out with a jerk. The master was looking at her, and she swayed on her feet, blissfully unable to stand.
\"You may kneel.\"
\"Thank you, madam.\" She gasped, and collapsed to her knees, satiated and witless.
\"Good girl.\" Dante proclaimed, threading her long fingers through Lyra\'s dark hair. \"That will do.\"
\"You will do.\"