Chapter Text
“Uh, hey- elf. Or, sorry, Elena?”
“Shushshshshhh… Baran or somebody might hear us.”
“Um.”
Homa’s ears stood on end, giving a furtive glance around the backstage. It was nearly finished and full of equipment for the upcoming festivities at this point in the Tishtar preparations but seemed to be unoccupied other than this unexpected duo. Which was good, due to the rather compromising position the pair were in.
Homa was leaning against the stage’s struts, with her arms resting on the stage, her nice workboots twitching with the nervous energy she felt thrumming through her. Repeatedly flicking her gaze down to look down at- a certain elven princess on her knees, frowning a bit as she attempted (poorly) to undo Homa’s belt.
“Uh… I could do it, if you-”
“No! I mean, that’s not how things go, it’s like…” Elena’s sentence trailed off, leaving Homa more confused than before. But finally, her buckle was undone, Elena now beginning to tug at the pants, frown growing more pronounced. Homa felt awkward, giving pointers for something she felt crazy needing to give pointers for (especially given her complete and total lack of experience).
“Th-the commie workpants are pretty tight. There’s, uh, there’s a plastic button- and a zipper.”
Elena huffed, continuing to (with slightly increased frustration) attempt to get into Homa’s pants. What had even led to this? A crewmate she barely knew giving some awkward flirtations and pulling her aside with the excuse of some ‘top secret Brigand business’? It made her feel like she was in one of those cruddy web serials that were a dime a dozen, just an excuse for mid lesbian porn between the main girls levelling up and getting more and more ‘cool’ powers to easily overcome more and more hyped-up foes. Although… Homa had ended up reading an embarrassing amount of them.
At last, a quiet ‘ziiip’ and her pants loosening distracted her from that train of thought. Glancing down, she caught the expression on Elena’s face- previous annoyance gone, cheeks now replaced with a soft pink flush. She leaned in, fingers hooking around Homa’s underwear too, giving an excited tug to let Homa’s pants and panties drop to her feet (exposing her prosthetic, to her discomfort)- and a disappointed expression that made Homa want to curl up and die was immediately visible.
“Isn’t it supposed to, like, flop out, and be all… ‘in my face’, and stuff?” Elena asked, sounding a bit put out and causing Homa to breathe a slight sigh of relief, trying to act a bit more composed and mature.
“Um. I think that’s mainly a porn thing. And probably had like… a bunch of foreplay, to turn the girl on, and stuff.”
“Oh.”
“So. Uh. You have to, um… make it hard. And such.”
“I-I know that!” Elena huffed, a hand lifting to grasp Homa’s cock, sending a slight shiver through her. Elena’s hands were soft- a princess’s (although Elena got mad if you called her one) dainty touch. Just that unfamiliar sensation was enough to make Homa feel as if blood was flowing, Elena’s own inexperienced rubbing and over-enthusiastic tugs drawing a quiet hiss from Homa.
“B-be a bit gentler, okay?”
“Ah, sorry! I’ve never…um... with someone who has… uh…”
Homa felt an unbelievable awkwardness of a sheltered princesses attempt to talk around her ‘gender thing’. It was beginning to feel like a decision made in a moment of pure perverse desire had doomed her: maybe she would never get off.
Then the sensation of soft, gentle lips wrapping around the tip of her cock, hips instinctively lifting into it, Homa’s strangled gasp coming out louder than intended. She looked back down, the sensation of Elena’s tongue pressing to the underside of her tip nearly drawing more noises out of Homa, her hand pressed over her mouth in an instant.
“Mphm…” The continued eager attentions of the elf between her legs had an immediate effect- Homa’s feelings of embarrassment and shame melting away in the warmth sensation of those lips pressed around the base of her cock, shivering in pleasure. The steady twitching of her dick continued, stiffening as Elena’s head bobbed gently, growing more comfortable pressing Homa’s cock against her tongue as she moved.
After a few more moments, Elena pulled away, catching her breath for a moment and giving a conceited little smile up to Homa. Hand wrapping around Homa’s dick, stroking her gently and provoking another hiss from Homa’s lips. Feeling awkward without anything to do with her hands Homa shifted, unsteadily patting Elena’s head, provoking a positive hum from the elf.
Becoming a bit braver, Homa’s hand shifted down, running her fingers through the lovely purple of Elena’s hair, resting her fingers upon the pointed tip of Elena’s ear and brushing over it gently as Elena gave a gentle kiss to Homa’s cock. The duos earlier awkwardness seemed to have dissipated, the mood and intimacy of the situation affecting them both. The sensation of the elf’s lips trailing soft kisses along the shaft, continuing to stroke as Homa kept toying with her sensitive ear- both were breathing a bit heavily, faces flushed and giving furtive glances to the other.
“Ah…Elena…”
“Mmm?”
“That’s… fuck.”
Homa’s soft exhale was all the answer Elena needed, lips wrapping back around the tip to take her cock back into her mouth. Homa let her other hand get tangled in Elena’s hair, hissing gently and leaning into it more, hips bucking into Elena’s steady motions. Homa’s breathing becoming more unsteady and hitching.
That soft, eager sensation of the elf princesses’ mouth was making Homa’s eyelids flutter. She could feel her cock twitching, giving a few hurried, unsteady taps to Elena’s ear, struggling to convey it while out of breath. Slowly, the princess pulled back with a cute little whine, looking up at Homa with confusion, “H-huh? What’s- eep!”
Homa’s hips pressed forward as she came, moaning out as she stained Elena’s face with a few beads of cum, slumping back and panting for breath.
“I-i… I was trying to say.. I was close…”
“Well. I can tell now.” Elena smiled a bit, looking… proud?
Homa wasn’t quite sure what to do- awkwardly beginning to pull her pants up, giving a few more glances to make sure nobody had heard or seen this.
“Uh.. Do you want me to grab a, like, rag or-”
She was interrupted by Elena pressing a finger through a smear of cum on her cheek, tasting it and making a bit of a face.
“Bleh. Yes, please.”
Homa felt like she was going to get a headache dealing with this elf. Redoing her belt, she pulled herself up and began looking for something to clean up the other girl’s face, trying to think on the bright side. Well… it had felt pretty nice. And Elena was a bit funny. Even if it wasn’t really the way it usually went in her web serials.
