Sevika X Reader Smut - Blog Posts

nghhhh…

As long as you have me

summary: sesh with Sevika while she turns you out

cw: marijuana (whats new here), slight intox kink from Sevika, cunnilingus (r!receiving), Sevika is kinda rough, facesitting (r), tribbing, slight proofread

The dizziness hits hard.

Sevika’s been letting you take hit after hit, teasing you about how easily you get high. By the time you’re a single drag in, you’re already teetering on the edge. Determined to prove her wrong, you pushed yourself past your usual two weak pulls of the jay she rolled. Now? You’ve nearly smoked the whole thing, and regret is setting in.

“All right, I can’t,” you mumble, unsure whether to laugh or cry because you’ve never been this high in your life.

“Yeah, I don’t think you can either,” Sevika snorts, plucking the joint from your fingers with a smirk. She takes one long, practiced drag, as calm as ever, before ashing the roach and setting it aside. Reaching for her glass of water, she takes a sip, then presses the rim to your lips. The lukewarm liquid feels like a lifeline, quenching the desert your mouth’s become.

The room swirls around you, even though the two of you haven’t moved from her bed in over an hour. Sevika lounges beside you, one hand buried in her hoodie, while you’re a twitchy, overthinking mess, trying not to forget how to breathe. Her free hand glides over your thigh in lazy, soothing circles, her touch grounding you even as the high drags you somewhere else entirely.

“Holy shit, your eyes, babe,” she gasps, her voice overly dramatic as she leans in close, cupping your face. Her thumb brushes your cheek as her sharp eyes scan your expression. “You good?” she murmurs, her breath warm against your skin.

You wrinkle your nose like you’ve smelled something awful and pull back, your face hot. “Stop. You always say that and then I get paranoid,” you whine, sinking back into the pillows.

Sevika doesn’t move, just stares at you with that crooked grin that always makes your chest flutter. You glance at her, and it’s hopeless—you’re smiling too, unable to ignore the butterflies crashing around inside you.

“What?” you mutter, voice low, but the question hangs in the space between you two.

“Nothing, just trying not to say something that’ll make you paranoid,” Sevika says, voice low as she shrugs off her hoodie. She knows exactly what she’s doing—underneath, it’s just that armhole tank that clings to her in all the right places, showing off her dark, delicious arms and just enough side boob to make your thoughts spiral. You can’t resist; your finger pokes at the exposed skin, playful and far too curious.

She smirks but doesn’t comment, shifting to get comfortable again, one hand rubbing her stomach lazily. Then, without warning, her hand slides between your legs, slipping past the hem of your t-shirt. Her fingers cup you over your panties, casual as anything, like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

Your breath catches. Sevika stays completely still, her face calm, her body relaxed, but there’s no denying the heat that blooms between you. You’re soaked, embarrassingly so, and her fingers twitch like they’re itching to press harder, to push right where you need her most.

She doesn’t move, just watches you through heavy-lidded, red-rimmed eyes. Her gaze makes you feel dizzy all over again, like you’re floating somewhere just out of reach. You’re here, but at the same time, not really.

The corners of your mouth lift into a grin without you realizing it, and Sevika’s sharp eyes catch the change. She exhales, her heart racing faster with every second that passes. You can tell she’s already plotting how to pull that smug, dreamy expression right off your face.

“Mm... what?” you mumble again, your voice soft and slurred as your heavy-lidded eyes flutter open and closed. The THC hums through your veins, settling you into a weightless, floaty state that leaves your body melting into the bed. The sensation pools low in your stomach, and you can feel just how soaked you are as Sevika’s hand teases you.

She doesn’t say a word, just watches you with that look—the one that makes your pulse race and your breath hitch, like she’s planning to devour you whole. Her sharp gaze alone has your skin buzzing, but it’s the contrast that undoes you, the cool blankets brushing against your heated body, her large hand cupping your mound with such maddening gentleness.

Every nerve in you screams to stay calm, to hold yourself together, but it’s no use. Between the haze in your mind and the weight of her touch, you’re barely keeping it together. You’re fighting demons, and Sevika knows it.

“I’m gonna fuck you, okay?” Sevika asks, her voice low and casual, and you can’t help but giggle. You knew exactly what she was planning the second she pulled out her rolling papers, but hearing her say it like that sends you into a fit of laughter.

“Why’d you announce it like that?” you laugh, rolling over, making her hand slip out between your legs. Sevika grabs you before you can escape too far, pulling you back into her.

Your laughter spills out uncontrollably, and she starts laughing too. It’s that kind of laugh, the ridiculous, stoned-out-of-your-mind kind where every little thing feels like the funniest thing in the world. You wiggle on top of her, squirming as you mistake her attempts to steady you for tickling, which only makes it worse.

“C’mere,” she rasps in your ear, her voice like gravel, stopping you dead in your tracks. The sound shoots through your core, and before you realize what you’re doing, you’re straddling her midsection.

Her relaxed state is almost too cute. She’s not as far gone as you—her eyes don’t get as low and hazy—but you can tell the high is hitting her, too. She keeps licking her lips and swallowing, clearly battling cottonmouth. You get it, cottonmouth’s a bitch. Still, something about her slightly disheveled, unbothered demeanor makes your chest flutter.

“Who knew how fucking dumb you get when you smoke, hmm?” Sevika’s warm, rough hands snake up your thighs, squeezing the soft flesh of your hips. You groan in response, too floaty and noodle-like to argue. She’s right, and you both know it. Sevika had already prepped the room before you arrived, knowing you would ask for something every five minutes.

“You like it when you’re like this? Can’t even think, just focused on how I’m about to fuck the shit outta you,” she mutters, her voice low and teasing as she yanks you down into a kiss. It’s sickly sweet, almost painful, her teeth grazing your lip before biting down hard enough to make you whimper. Sevika gets rough and filthy when she’s drunk or high, all blunt force and no filter. Her favorite thing? Showing off just how built she is. Carrying you, dragging you, manhandling you however she pleases.

And her mouth? That’s a whole other person. She’ll say whatever crosses her mind, like now.

“C’mere. Get that ass on my face,” she growls, breaking the kiss. Her voice drops ten octaves and rasp, making your stomach flip. You cling to every word, breathless, barely able to think as she pushes you higher up her body.

“Wait—Sev, my panties,” you stammer, scrambling to slip them off. She bats your hands away with a huff, nuzzling between your thighs like she doesn’t have the patience for your shit. Then, before you can protest further, she presses her warm mouth against the damp fabric, tongue soaking through to taste your heady slick.

Fucking hell.

Your heartbeat pounds in your chest, the high amplifying everything. The heat of her mouth, the wet slide of her tongue, the glint in her eye as she devours you like a woman starved. 

“Wait, wait, can you breathe?” you gasp, stalling as your fingers card through her hair. You gently tug, trying to pull her away just enough to see her face. Sevika tilts her head up, licking her lips with her eyes half-lidded in bliss.

“Mhm. Now stop,” she mumbles, pouting as she pushes your hand aside to focus. And focused she is. Her lips wrap around your swollen clit, pulling soft whimpers from your throat as her tongue strokes you through the fabric.

You lift your shirt over your chest, exposing your chest—not just to watch her work but for her to see you, too. The sight of your tits alone makes her groan against you, the vibration adding to the onslaught of sensation.

If Sevika’s roommates walked in right now, they’d think they’d stepped into a porno. You’re practically sitting on her face, your high leaving you too sensitive, too reactive. You try to hold back, but fuck, the way her tongue lays flat for you to grind against, it’s overwhelming. She lets you use her, groaning because she loves every second of it.

One bad thing about when you’re high was that if you were to have sex, you came too quick and were far too sensitive than usual.

The final buck of your hip as you spilled in your underwear, soaking it as Sevika mouthed at it. Eyes rolled back to your skull, you find the dark tufts of Sevikas hair as you ground yourself. she flicks her tongue a bit as a way to soothe you, but it does the opposite, causing you to jerk away from her. 

“Ah—no more,” you murmur, lying horizontal on her chest, your legs numb and trembling. But Sevika’s hands are already at your hips, sliding your ruined panties off with a smirk that promises round two.

You roll over, watching her gulp the rest of her water before she climbs back into bed. She yanks the blanket off you (of course she does) and starts peeling off her own underwear.

Her smile grows, her hair messy and damp, half-up, half-down strands sticking to her skin. She doesn’t say anything as she adjusts you, moving your body to her liking until her cunt presses against yours. The slick heat of her clit catches on your folds, and you both whimper in unison.

“Holy fu—fuck, you’re so wet. You like this shit, don’t you?” Sevika groans against your lips, her voice low and rough, but her movements give her away. She’s trembling, losing herself in the mess of you, her swollen clit grinding against yours like she can’t help herself. It’s frantic uncoordinated, but it doesn’t matter. All you can focus on is the heat, the overwhelming feeling of her taking exactly what she needs.

You can’t even answer, just nodding dumbly as she kisses you again, her tongue sweeping into your mouth. The taste of her, weed and desperation, making you dizzy. Her hips stutter, and you moan against her lips, feeling yourself come down all over again.

“Sev—ah, slow down. I’m gonna come again,” you whimper, your fingers digging into her hip to try and steady her. But she’s too far gone, her pace frantic, her breath hot against your neck.

“It’s okay, fuck—just let me,” she gasps, her voice breaking as she buries her face in your shoulder. She sounds wrecked, her control slipping completely. Her arms tighten around you, her hands gripping your body like you’re the only thing holding her together.

Your orgasm hits hard and fast, ripping through you as you cry out her name. The sound is all it takes to send her over the edge. She chokes out a groan, her body shuddering against yours as she comes—sticky skin, hearts pounding, breaths tangling in the heavy air.

For a while, it’s quiet. The only sounds are your breathing and the faint rustle of sheets as you try to remember how to move. Sevika’s face is still tucked against your neck, her lips brushing against your skin as she exhales.

“You know you’re, like… really nasty,” you whisper, your voice breathless but teasing. A lazy smile tugs at your lips as you glance down at her.

She groans, lifting her head just enough to glare at you, though the flush on her cheeks gives her away. “We’re never smoking together again,” she mutters, but her lips twitch like she’s trying not to laugh.

“Sure,” you tease, too blissed out to care. You don’t even try to push her away when she shifts on top of you, her arms still holding you close. “As long as you get to have your way with me, I’m fine,” you murmur, your voice softer now as you brush your lips against hers. You can feel her smile before she kisses you again, this time slower, sweeter.

“Fuck, you’re mine,” she whispers against your lips, her voice low and possessive, sending a shiver down your spine.

“I hope so,” you reply, and it comes out like a promise.

a/n: can you tell i love writing about Sev? currently going through my drafts and revising them and so far this was fun to edit the most lol

Sevika x vi x oc

(Smutt)

Her hand brushed against the hilt of her sword, a reassuring presence at her side. She had been tracking the bounty for weeks, and she wasn't about to let her prize slip away now. The tension in the room was palpable, a silent pattern of unspoken threats and hidden intentions. Her eyes narrowed as they fell upon a figure in the corner, hood drawn low, a mug of ale in their grip. It was Vi, her rival in more ways than one. They had crossed paths before, but never under such personal circumstances.

The reader sat at the bar, oblivious to the undercurrents of tension that had just entered the tavern. Sevika took a deep breath, savoring the scent of roasting meat and the faint smell of rain that clung to the reader's clothes. She had never felt such a strong attraction to a mark before, and it was unsettling. Vi looked up, their gaze meeting hers across the crowded room. A smirk played at the corner of their mouth, and Sevika knew she had been caught. But she didn't care. The reader was here, and she wasn't leaving without them.

Vi pushed back their hood, revealing a mess of dark hair and piercing eyes that seemed to see right through her. They raised their mug in a silent toast before downing the last of their drink and standing up with a fluid grace that seemed to belie their heavy armor. The air thickened as they approached the bar, their steps echoing through the tavern. The reader turned to look, and for a moment, their eyes met Sevika's. A spark of curiosity, perhaps a hint of attraction, flickered in those depths. Sevika's heart raced.

"Sevika," Vi drawled, their voice low and filled with amusement. "I didn't expect to find you here, chasing the same tail as me."

Sevika's jaw clenched, but she didn't break eye contact with the reader. "This isn't about the bounty," she said through gritted teeth.

Vi chuckled, leaning against the bar. "Oh, I know what this is about," they said, their eyes glinting with mischief. "It's about the one who gets to take the pretty little thing home first."

Sevika felt a flash of anger, but she kept her cool. "The reader is not a prize to be won," she said firmly.

Vi raised an eyebrow. "Is that so?" They leaned closer, their voice dropping to a whisper. "Then what is it you want from them?"

Sevika's eyes narrowed, but she didn't take the bait. "That's none of your concern

."

Vi's smirk grew wider. "Isn't it? After all, I did find them first."

The reader, feeling the tension between the two, turned to face them fully, curiosity turning to wariness. "What's going on here?"

Sevika stepped forward, her hand still resting on her sword. "This doesn't concern you," she said, her voice firm.

Vi, however, didn't back down. They sauntered closer, their gaze locked on the reader. "Oh, but it does," they said, their eyes glinting with challenge. "You see, we've both got our sights set on you."

The reader's eyes widened, and their heart began to pound in their chest. They hadn't anticipated being the object of a rivalry between two such formidable figures. "Why?" they managed to ask, their voice quivering slightly.

Sevika stepped in front of Vi, placing herself protectively between them and the reader. "Because you're special," she said, her voice softer now. "And I won't let anyone hurt you."

Vi rolled their eyes. "Spare me the heroics," they said. "You want them just as much as I do."

The reader looked from one to the other, their mind racing. "What do you want from me?"

Sevika's grip tightened on the hilt of her sword. "To keep you safe," she said, her eyes never leaving Vi's.

Vi leaned in, their breath warm against the reader's ear. "To make you mine," they murmured, their voice a seductive whisper.

The reader felt a shiver run down their spine, the weight of their decision heavy in the air. They had never been in a situation like this before, and they weren't sure how to navigate the tension that crackled like lightning between Sevika and Vi. They held Vi's gaze, the mercenary's dark eyes searching their own, looking for something, anything to give them an advantage in this strange standoff

.

Taking a deep breath, the reader spoke up, their voice surprisingly steady. "Alright, I'll make you a deal," they began, the words tumbling from their lips before they could think better of it. "Both of you are...attractive, in your own ways." They swallowed hard, trying to ignore the heat rising to their cheeks. "I'll spend the night with you both, as a group."

Sevika's eyes widened in shock, her hand reflexively tightening on her sword. "What?" she hissed, glaring at Vi.

Vi's smirk grew even more wicked. "Ah, so the little mouse does have some claws," they said, their gaze never leaving the reader. "I accept your offer, but only if we all play by the same rules."

The reader nodded, feeling a strange thrill at the prospect of the evening ahead. They had never been one to shy away from a challenge, and this was certainly one they hadn't seen coming. "Deal," they said, holding out their hand to shake.

Sevika stared at the outstretched hand, her mind racing. Group? With Vi? The idea was ludicrous, but the alternative was to lose the reader to her rival. With a growl of frustration, she took the reader's hand in a firm grip. "Fine," she said through clenched teeth, "but if you think you can handle this, you're in for a surprise."

Vi's eyes gleamed with triumph, and they took the reader's other hand. "Agreed," they said, their grip surprisingly gentle. "But remember, no holding back."

Sevika felt a knot form in her stomach as she watched the exchange, but she couldn't deny the heat that was building inside her. She had never been one to share, but the thought of the reader in their arms, with Vi's touch added to the mix, was strangely...arousing.

.

Time skip to the reader's home, where the air is thick with the scent of damp earth and woodsmoke from the crackling fireplace. Vi, now shirtless, was already halfway out of their armor, revealing a chiseled torso adorned with a smattering of scars that whispered tales of battles long past. They moved with an ease that was almost predatory, their eyes never leaving the reader's as they undid their laces with practiced hands.

Sevika, on the other hand, was much slower in her movements. Each piece of gear was removed with a deliberate precision, as if she were disarming herself not just physically, but mentally preparing for the uncharted territory of sharing the reader with Vi. Her cheeks were flushed, whether from the warmth of the room or the unspoken challenge in Vi's gaze, it was hard to tell.

Finally, she stood before them in just her leather pants and a loose shirt that hugged her curves in all the right places. With a huff, she grabbed the reader's hand and pulled them into a deep, passionate kiss. It was a move that was part possessive, part defiant, and Vi felt a spark of something unexpected in their chest. Jealousy? Desire? They couldn't quite place it, but it certainly wasn't anger.

The reader's hands found their way around Sevika's waist, pulling her closer. Sevika felt their body respond in kind, and she reveled in the feeling of being wanted, being desired. When she pulled back, her eyes locked onto Vi's, watching for any sign of defeat. But what she saw only fueled the fire inside her more

.

Vi's gaze was intense, their eyes dark with a blend of surprise and something else - something that looked suspiciously like a challenge. They stepped closer, their hand reaching up to trace the line of the reader's jaw. "Is that all you've got?" they murmured, their voice a seductive purr.

Sevika's eyes narrowed, and she took the bait. Her hands found the reader's face, guiding them into another kiss, this one more urgent, more demanding. Her tongue danced with theirs, exploring and claiming, as if trying to leave an indelible mark. She felt the reader's body melt into hers, their response unmistakable. It was intoxicating, and she reveled in the power she had over them.

But she didn't miss the flicker of something in Vi's eyes. Was it irritation? Desire? Whatever it was, it spurred her on, and she deepened the kiss further, her hands roaming down to the reader's hips. She could feel the heat radiating from Vi's body, almost as if they were a part of this intimate embrace. The tension in the room had shifted, the air now charged with a different kind of energy.

Vi's hand slid down the reader's back, resting possessively on their hip, their thumb brushing against the fabric of Sevika's shirt. It was a silent declaration of their own claim, a reminder that they weren't going to be outdone. Sevika's breath hitched, the heat from Vi's touch sending a shockwave through her body. She hadn't planned on this, hadn't anticipated the way her body would respond to the mercenary's touch.

"You know," Vi began, their voice a velvet purr, "you could do much better than this overeager pup." They leaned in closer, whispering sweet nothings into the reader's ear, their breath hot against their neck. "I could give you the world," they murmured, their hand sliding around to caress the reader's stomach, eliciting a gasp.

Sevika watched the display with a mix of annoyance and arousal. Vi's touch was deft and confident, leaving no doubt about their intentions. But she couldn't let them have all the fun, not when she had her own plans. She stepped closer, her own hand tracing the reader's waist, her thumb grazing the sensitive skin just above their hipbone. The reader's eyes fluttered closed, lost in the sensations.

"Is that all you've got, Vi?" Sevika's voice was filled with mock concern. "Such sweet talk and gentle caresses? Perhaps you've gone soft."

Vi's smirk grew, their hand never leaving the reader's body. "I'm just getting started," they murmured, their eyes flicking up to meet Sevika's. "But I see you're eager to show off your...skills."

With a growl of challenge, Sevika reached down and shoved her hand into the reader's pants. The reader gasped at the sudden intrusion, their body stiffening before relaxing into the new sensation. Sevika felt a thrill at the contact, her own desire spiking. She had never been one to hold back, and she wasn't about to start now, not with Vi watching, not with the reader's eyes wide and dark with desire.

Her hand moved with confidence, seeking out the reader's most sensitive spots. She felt them quiver under her touch, their breath hitching in their throat. The heat of their skin was a stark contrast to the cool fabric of their clothes, and she reveled in the knowledge that she was the one causing this reaction. Vi's eyes followed her hand, their own breathing becoming more ragged as they watched the intimate scene unfold before them.

Sevika knew she had the upper hand now. With a wicked smile, she yanked the reader away from Vi and pushed them down onto the bed, face first. The reader's gasp was muffled by the pillows, and Sevika felt a surge of power as she took control. Her hand hovered over the reader's upturned bottom, the anticipation of the coming impact making her palm tingle. She had never been one for games, but this...this was something she could get used to.

With a swift motion, she brought her hand down, the sound of the slap echoing through the quiet room. The reader's body jerked, and Sevika felt a thrill of excitement run through her. She had never been the type to indulge in such intimate power plays, but the way the reader's body responded to her touch was intoxicating. She did it again, and again, each smack a little harder than the last. The reader's moans grew louder, the sound music to her ears.

Vi's eyes had widened at the sudden shift in dynamics, but they didn't miss a beat. They stepped closer, their hand reaching out to caress the reader's cheek, turning their face towards them. "Is she bullying you?" they asked, their voice a low, soothing rumble.

The reader looked up, their eyes glazed with passion and confusion. "No," they murmured, their voice barely above a whisper.

Vi didn't miss a beat, leaning down to claim their lips in a gentle, yet possessive kiss. They lifted the reader's upper body off the bed, cradling them against their chest. Sevika, caught off guard, had to tighten her grip on the reader's ass to keep them from falling back down. The reader's legs dangled in the air, their toes brushing the bed in an awkward, yet strangely erotic dance of submission.

With Vi's arms around the reader's waist, the reader's face was buried in their neck, their moans muffled by the mercenary's skin. Vi's hands began to wander, their fingers tracing patterns on the reader's back, as they whispered sweet nothings in their ear. "Shh," they cooed, "don't let her hurt you like that."

Sevika's eyes narrowed, but she didn't stop her ministrations. Instead, she smacked the reader's ass even harder, feeling a perverse pleasure at the way their body jerked in Vi's embrace. The reader's moans grew louder, their hips bucking slightly, and Sevika knew she had them right where she wanted them.

But Vi wasn't done playing games. Their hand slid up the reader's back, tangling in their hair. With surprising gentleness, they turned the reader's face back towards Sevika, their thumb tracing the line of their jaw. "Look at her," they whispered, their voice a seductive purr. "Look at the way she wants you."

The reader's eyes snapped open, meeting Sevika's fiery gaze. They whined, their cheeks flushed, feeling the weight of Vi's body pressing against them. Vi's touch was a stark contrast to the stinging pain from Sevika's hand, and they couldn't decide which they liked more. The conflict between the two sensations was driving them wild, their body thrumming with need.

Vi chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent another shiver down the reader's spine. They reached out and gently scratched the reader's head, their nails digging into the soft hair in a way that was both soothing and possessive. "Don't worry, love," they murmured, their breath hot against the reader's ear. "We're going to make this night unforgettable."

The reader's whines grew louder as Sevika's hand continued to rain down on their ass, each smack sending waves of pleasure and pain through their body. They couldn't help but push back into Vi's touch, their face buried in the crook of the mercenary's neck as they moaned and writhed. Vi's hand slid up, their fingers tracing the line of the reader's jaw before ghosting over their cheek to rest on the side of their neck. The gentle touch was a stark contrast to the firm grip they had on the reader's waist, and it was driving them crazy.

"Look at her," Vi murmured, their breath tickling the reader's ear. "Look at the way she's losing control."

The reader's eyes fluttered open, meeting Sevika's fiery gaze. Her hand was poised in the air, ready to deliver another smack, but she paused, watching as Vi's fingers danced through their hair, the mercenary's eyes hooded with desire. The reader's own breath was coming in ragged gasps, their face flushed and their body trembling with need. They felt so exposed, so vulnerable, but the safety net of Vi's arms around them only made the sensation more exhilarating.

Vi's hand moved from their hair to the back of the reader's neck, their thumb tracing the tender skin beneath their ear. "You're so beautiful when you're lost in pleasure," they murmured, their voice a gentle rumble that seemed to resonate through the reader's very bones.

The reader's whines grew louder, their hips bucking against the mattress as they sought relief from the delicious torment Sevika was inflicting. They could feel the mercenary's erection pressing into their side, and it only served to drive them wilder. Vi's grip tightened, their nails digging in just enough to sting. It was a silent reminder of who was in control here, who was calling the shots in this deliciously twisted dance of desire.

Sevika watched the display, her own breathing growing more ragged. Jealousy, raw and unbridled, coursed through her veins. She hadn't anticipated this level of intimacy with Vi, hadn't expected to feel such a visceral reaction to their touch on the reader's body. With a snarl, she yanked the reader's hair, pulling their face to hers. "You want to play games, Vi?" she growled, her eyes flashing with challenge. "Let's see how much you really want them."

The reader's eyes widened, their body taut as they were pulled into a fiery kiss. Sevika's teeth grazed their lower lip, a silent declaration of dominance. Her other hand moved to the reader's throat, her thumb resting gently against their pulse point. "Mine," she murmured, the word a possessive promise that sent a shiver through the reader's body.

Vi's eyes flashed, but instead of retreating, they leaned in closer, their body pressing against the reader's from behind. "Is that so?" they whispered against the reader's neck, their breath hot and teasing. "Then let's see if you can keep up with us both."

The reader felt a thrill of fear and excitement run through them, their body responding to the dual threat and promise of both Sevika and Vi. They squirmed in Vi's arms, their hips grinding against the mercenary's thigh. Sevika's hand tightened in their hair, her grip almost painful as she deepened the kiss, her tongue plundering their mouth. The reader's hands reached up to cling to Sevika's shoulders, their nails digging in as they moaned into the kiss.

Sevika's eyes were like storm clouds, her gaze never leaving the reader's as she whispered harshly, "You think you can handle us both?" The challenge in her voice was clear, the jealousy burning hot. "You think you can take everything we're going to give you?"

The reader's heart raced, the heady mix of fear and excitement making their knees feel weak. They nodded, not trusting their voice to speak, and buried their face in Sevika's shoulder, feeling the tension coiling in her muscles. It was a strange form of rebellion, a silent declaration that they weren't just a pawn in their game. The scent of leather and sweat mingled with Sevika's natural aroma, intoxicating them in a way they hadn't expected. They reached a trembling hand back to find Vi's, their fingers curling around the mercenary's strong, calloused ones.

Vi's eyes widened in surprise at the gesture, but they didn't pull away. Instead, they squeezed the reader's hand, a silent message of understanding passing between them. They could feel the reader's pulse hammering against their palm, a rhythm that matched their own racing heart. "Looks like we've got ourselves a fighter," they murmured, their voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through the air.

Sevika's grip on the reader's hair loosened slightly, but she didn't release them entirely. Her eyes searched the reader's face, looking for any sign of fear or hesitation. But all she saw was a fiery determination that mirrored her own. "Is that right?" she murmured, her voice a seductive purr. "You want to take us both

on?"

The reader nodded, their breath coming in shallow gasps. They hadn't anticipated the intensity of the situation, but they were too far gone to back out now. They reached their hand back, blindly seeking Vi's, and when their fingers brushed against the mercenary's palm, it was like a bolt of lightning had struck them.

Agent’sevika x assassin’reader

( Sevika has been on the hunt for phantom since her first cold case , sadly shes had no luck with that , will the inly way she can capture phantom be thru unsavory ways ?)

Her eyes scanned the shadows, searching for any sign of the elusive figure she'd been tracking for weeks. The assassin known only as "The Phantom" had left a trail of bodies across the city of Zaun, each one with a crimson rose tucked neatly into the lifeless hand. Sevika knew that the rose was not just a taunt, but a signature—a declaration of war on the very fabric of justice she'd sworn to uphold.

Her heart raced as she heard the soft patter of footsteps approaching, muffled by the rain. She dropped her cigarette, the ember sizzling as it hit the puddle at her feet, and reached for her gun. The footsteps grew closer, the tension in the air thickening. And then, like a ghost materializing from the mist, the assassin appeared, clad in black with eyes that gleamed like polished chrome in the neon light.

The reader, an equally skilled assassin, had been watching Sevika from the rooftops above. She'd felt the agent's relentless pursuit, the heat of her determination, and it intrigued her. The Phantom had chosen to confront Sevika in this desolate part of the city, where the cries of the oppressed blended with the whispers of the wind.

As the agent stepped out of the shadows, the rain plastered her short, dark hair to her forehead, beads of water glinting like jewels in the neon glow. The Phantom studied her, noticing the tension in her jaw and the way her hand hovered near her holstered weapon. She knew this wasn't going to be a typical exchange of pleasantries.

"You're the one they call The Phantom," Sevika said, her voice steady despite the rapid thumping of her heart.

The assassin offered a small, enigmatic smile. "And you're Sevika. The dogged agent with a vendetta."

Sevika's hand tightened around her gun. "You're under arrest for the murder of twelve civilians and the attempted murder of Councilor Viktor."

The Phantom's smile grew. "Attempted murder? How disappointing. I guess my reputation precedes me, but not quite accurately."

Sevika's eyes narrowed. "You think this is a joke?"

The Phantom's smile never wavered. "I don't joke about my work, Agent."

Her voice was smooth, almost soothing, which made Sevika's grip on her gun tighten even more. The rain was coming down harder now, painting streaks of red across the assassin's cheeks where the light hit the crimson paint that marked her. Sevika knew she had to act fast—this was her chance to bring The Phantom to justice, to end the reign of fear that had gripped the city.

"You think you're clever, don't you?" Sevika said, her voice a mix of anger and admiration. "But you're just another killer."

The Phantom cocked her head to the side, the rain matting her hair to her skull. "Is that what you believe?"

Sevika stepped forward, the water pooling around her boots. "It's not what I believe—it's what you are."

The Phantom's smile faded, replaced by a look of cold calculation. "You're wrong, Agent. I am justice, in a city where the only law is survival of the fittest."

Sevika took another step closer, her eyes never leaving the assassin's. "Justice is not a knife in the back or a bullet in the brain. It's served in a courtroom, not a dark alley."

The Phantom chuckled, the sound echoing eerily in the alley. "You think you understand the world, don't you, Agent? You're so naive, so...beautifully naive."

Her hand shot out faster than Sevika could react, grabbing the agent's wrist and twisting it upward, forcing Sevika to drop her gun. It clattered to the ground, the sound lost in the symphony of rain and distant sirens. The Phantom stepped closer, her breath warm against Sevika's cheek, their bodies mere inches apart.

"You're not the first to underestimate me," she whispered, her eyes locked with Sevika's. The assassin's touch was surprisingly gentle, almost tender. "But you might just be the last."

Sevika felt a flash of anger, and with a quick twist, she broke free from the grip. She lunged for her gun, but the Phantom was already on her, their bodies a whirl of motion in the dim light. Rainwater sprayed up as they grappled, the sound of wet fabric tearing and the smell of ozone from the nearby factories filling the air.

The Phantom's hand was like steel as she caught Sevika's wrist again. But this time, instead of pain, there was a gentle pat on the cheek, so condescending that it was almost affectionate. It was a gesture that spoke volumes of the assassin's confidence—and her contempt for the law that Sevika represented.

"You're a cute one," The Phantom said, her voice a low purr that sent a shiver down Sevika's spine. "But you're not ready to dance with the big girls yet."

The assassin's hand left Sevika's cheek and she took a step back, her movements as fluid as the rain that continued to fall around them. Sevika's eyes never left her as she bent to retrieve her gun, the water making the grip slick in her hand. She raised it, her finger on the trigger, ready to end this encounter once and for all.

But The Phantom was already gone. Vanished into the night as if she'd never been there at all. Sevika spun around, scanning the alley with a feral intensity, her heart hammering in her chest. The only evidence of the encounter was the crumpled cigarette butt, a puddle of rainwater, and a faint scent of something sweet and metallic that lingered in the air.

The rain pattered against the side of the buildings, the sound a mocking applause for the Phantom's escape. Sevika's hand hovered over her cheek where she'd been patted, the condescension of the gesture still stinging. It was unlike any encounter she'd ever had, leaving her both infuriated and intrigued. Who was this woman, this ghostly killer who played with her prey before she struck?

With a growl of frustration, Sevika bent down and picked up her gun, wiping the rain from its gleaming surface. The sirens grew louder, a symphony of chaos drawing nearer. She knew she had to leave before her backup arrived—before the scene was contaminated by the inevitable onslaught of flashing lights and shouting officers. The Phantom had bested her this time, but it wouldn't be the last.

As she straightened up, her hand brushed against something in her pocket—something that hadn't been there before. Sevika pulled it out, her eyes widening in disbelief. It was a scrap of paper, folded neatly and almost dry despite the downpour. The Phantom had left a parting gift.

Unfolding it with trembling hands, she revealed a handwritten riddle. The ink was a deep crimson, matching the color of the roses that accompanied the assassin's grisly work. The words danced before her eyes, a taunting puzzle that spoke of a challenge unspoken. It read: "I am the one who brings the dawn, yet I am feared by all. Who am I?"

Sevika stared at the riddle, the rain running down her cheeks like tears. The sirens grew louder, painting the alleyway in a strobing blue and red as the first responders approached. But she couldn't tear her gaze away from the paper, the words burning into her mind. It was a game now, and she was a pawn—or perhaps a knight, sent to check the elusive queen.

The Phantom had left a trail of breadcrumbs, a dance of cat and mouse played out in crimson ink on a scrap of discarded newspaper. Sevika knew she had to follow, had to solve this puzzle before the killer struck again. Her mind raced, trying to piece together the meaning behind the words. "The one who brings the dawn, yet is feared by all." It was a twisted riddle, a reflection of the dark heart that beat within the assassin's chest.

Her eyes scanned the surrounding buildings, looking for any clue, any hint of where the Phantom might have fled to. The alley was a maze of shadows and rain, each corner hiding a potential ambush. The sirens grew louder, the lights from the approaching patrol cars piercing the gloom. Sevika knew she had to move fast, to stay one step ahead of her quarry.

Her hand closed around the cold steel of her gun, the comforting weight of it grounding her as she took off at a sprint. The rain stung her eyes, blurring her vision, but she didn't need to see to know where she was going. The Phantom's scent was in the air—a faint trace of metal and something floral that seemed out of place amidst the industrial stench of the city. It was a scent that would lead her to the truth, if she could only follow it.

The alley opened up into a wider street, the neon signs casting a garish glow on the puddles that reflected the chaotic dance of the rain. Sevika's boots splashed through the water, sending waves crashing against the cracked asphalt. The riddle in her pocket felt like a burning ember, a constant reminder of the challenge laid before her.

Her instincts led her to a nondescript door, tucked away between two dilapidated buildings. It was the kind of place that blended into the background unless you knew what you were looking for—or unless you were being led there. She hesitated, the sirens wailing in the distance a stark contrast to the sudden quiet of the moment. But then she saw it—a crimson rose, almost invisible against the darkened brick, its petals sodden with rainwater. It was the Phantom's calling card, a macabre breadcrumb in a city of shadows.

Without a second thought, Sevika pushed the door open, the hinges screeching a protest. The room beyond was dimly lit, the air thick with the smell of cheap alcohol and desperation. A few pairs of eyes flicked to her, the dancers on the makeshift stage pausing mid-move, but they quickly lost interest, returning to their rhythmic seduction of the patrons. Sevika scanned the room, her eyes adjusting to the gloom. There, in a corner booth, sat the reader—or rather, the Phantom. She was leaning in, a coy smile playing on her lips, her eyes locked on a woman with a tray of drinks.

The woman was young, her eyes weary but her smile forced. The Phantom's hand rested gently on her wrist, a gesture that was at once comforting and controlling. The dancer's movements grew more sluggish as she leaned closer, whispering something that made the woman's eyes widen in shock. Sevika's heart skipped a beat as she recognized the crimson glint in the assassin's gaze—it was the same look she'd had in the alley. The same look that had promised death and delivered only a taunt.

Sevika approached the table, the sound of her boots on the sticky floor a stark contrast to the music's seductive rhythm. The Phantom looked up, her smile never faltering as she took in the agent's rain-soaked figure. The dancer took the opportunity to slip away, her relief palpable as she disappeared into the shadows.

"I didn't expect to see you here, Agent," the Phantom purred, her voice a velvet whisper in the noisy room.

Sevika's eyes narrowed. "I've seen enough for one night," she said, her voice cold and hard.

The Phantom leaned back in her chair, her smile still in place. "Ah, so you've come to play detective. How charmingly predictable."

Sevika ignored the jab and focused on the woman in front of her. "What's your game?" she demanded, her voice cutting through the din of the bar.

The Phantom's smile grew. "A dance of fate, perhaps?" She gestured to the empty chair. "Care to join me?"

Sevika remained standing, her eyes scanning the room. The dancers had resumed their performance, their movements sensual and desperate, each one telling a story of survival in the underbelly of Zaun. The patrons watched with a mix of lust and apathy, their eyes glazed over by the haze of intoxicants and despair. The rain continued to fall outside, its rhythm a mournful serenade to the lives lost and forgotten in the city's endless cycle of pain.

Suddenly, a young prostitute with a body that had seen more than its fair share of hardship sauntered over to their table. Her eyes were heavy with makeup, her smile forced, but there was a spark of something genuine in them—a hope that maybe, just maybe, this encounter would be different from all the others. She slid into the reader's lap, her hands roaming over the leather of the assassin's outfit with a practiced ease.

The Phantom's eyes gleamed with amusement as she watched Sevika's reaction, the agent's jaw tightening as she took in the scene. The woman's hands grew bolder, her fingertips tracing the line of the reader's jaw, her breath hot against the cool metal of the mask. Sevika couldn't help but feel a flicker of annoyance—this was no place for a display of affection, especially not with someone as dangerous as the Phantom.

The prostitute's movements grew more overt, her hips rolling with a practiced seductiveness that spoke of a life spent in the shadows of desire. The Phantom's hands slid under the hem of the dancer's skirt, her fingers toying with the soft flesh of her thighs. Sevika's nostrils flared, the smell of sweat and desperation thick in the air. She didn't need this distraction, didn't need to see the way the assassin's hands moved with the same deft grace that had nearly disarmed her in the alley.

The dancer leaned in closer, her painted lips brushing against the Phantom's mask, leaving a smudge of red on the gleaming surface. The Phantom's smile widened, and she whispered something that made the young woman giggle, a sound that was as out of place as a bird's song in the cacophony of the bar. Sevika's eyes narrowed, her mind racing. This was a game within a game—a dance of power and control that she hadn't been prepared for.

The Phantom turned to Sevika, her chrome eyes gleaming with mischief. "You seem tense," she said, her voice a soft purr that seemed to resonate through the air. "Why don't you come over here and join us? Maybe she can help you relax."

The prostitute looked up at Sevika, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. The Phantom leaned in closer, whispering something in the dancer's ear that made her giggle. The sound was a stark contrast to the tension that coiled around them like a serpent. Sevika felt a mix of anger and embarrassment, her cheeks flushing despite the chill of the rainwater that still clung to her skin.

Before she could respond, the reader's hand snaked out and caught the prostitute's wrist, pulling her closer. "Why don't you come over here and make yourself useful?" the Phantom said, her voice a low rumble that seemed to resonate through the very air.

The dancer's eyes widened in surprise, then a cunning smile spread across her face as she slid off the reader's lap and onto Sevika's, her hands running up the agent's chest. The Phantom's gaze never left Sevika's as she whispered in the prostitute's ear, the words too low for anyone else to hear. The dancer's smile grew, a knowing glint in her eye, and she began to move her body in time with the music, her hands roaming Sevika's shoulders and neck.

Sevika felt the heat of the Phantom's thighs against hers, the warmth of the dancer's breath on her neck as she leaned in closer. She clenched her jaw, her eyes locked with the assassin's, a silent challenge in her gaze. But the Phantom just laughed, a low, throaty chuckle that sent a shiver down Sevika's spine. It was a sound that held no mirth, only the promise of something darker, something that Sevika couldn't quite put her finger on.

The prostitute, seemingly unfazed by the tension, began to unbutton Sevika's shirt with practiced ease, her nimble fingers slipping the fabric aside to reveal the dampened skin beneath. Sevika's hand shot up to stop her, her eyes never leaving the Phantom's. "What are you doing?" she hissed through gritted teeth.

The Phantom's laugh was a quiet, private thing, the kind that spoke of secrets shared between old friends. She leaned in closer, her breath warm against Sevika's ear. "Why don't you let her?" she whispered, her voice a seductive caress. "It might do you some good to loosen up."

Sevika's eyes narrowed, the pulse in her throat racing. She knew this was a test, a game of wills played out in the most intimate of arenas. But she couldn't let the Phantom think she was unshakeable. With a growl, she grabbed the dancer by the waist and yanked her onto her lap, the chair groaning in protest. The prostitute giggled, wrapping her arms around Sevika's neck, her body grinding against hers in a display that was more taunt than temptation.

The Phantom leaned back in her chair, watching the scene unfold with an amused smile. "Much better," she murmured, her voice a purr that seemed to resonate through the very fabric of the nightclub. Her eyes never left Sevika's, the challenge in them unmistakable. The dancer's hands slid down the agent's body, her fingertips tracing the contours of Sevika's breasts, her hips moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm that made Sevika's teeth clench.

A drunk man stumbled over, his eyes glazed with lust and liquor. He lurched toward the Phantom, his hands reaching out to grab her. The reader's eyes narrowed, her grip on Sevika tightening as she prepared to intervene, but the Phantom was already in motion. With a swift, almost graceful move, she grabbed the man's wrist and twisted it, sending him sprawling to the floor with a pained yelp. The patrons barely took notice, too lost in their own miseries to care about the brief display of violence.

The prostitute who had been eyeing the reader earlier approached, a grateful smile on her face. "Thank you," she breathed, her voice a mix of relief and admiration. "That man, he's always causing trouble here."

The reader nodded curtly, not breaking eye contact with Sevika. The dancer took the opportunity to cuddle up closer to the reader, her arms looping around the assassin's neck. "You're a real hero," she whispered, her breath hot and sweet with the scent of alcohol. The Phantom's hand slid down the dancer's back, her thumb idly tracing circles on the small of her back.

Sevika felt the heat of the dancer's body against hers, the smoothness of her skin, and the rapid beating of her heart. It was a distraction she didn't need, but somehow couldn't resist. Her hand, still clutching the chair's armrest, began to tremble. The Phantom noticed, her smile widening slightly.

"You know, Agent," she said, her voice a seductive drawl, "you're much more interesting than I thought."

The prostitute had slid off Sevika's lap and was now curled up against the Phantom, her head resting on the reader's shoulder. The Phantom's hand gently stroked her hair, a gesture that seemed almost maternal in the harsh neon glow of the bar. The dancer's eyes were closed, a look of peaceful contentment on her face as she leaned into the touch. It was a stark contrast to the desperation that had been etched into her features just moments before.

Sevika watched the scene unfold, her mind racing. The Phantom was playing another game, one that she didn't understand. But she knew she had to stay focused—there was something about the assassin that was too dangerous to ignore. The Phantom's eyes met hers, a knowing smile playing on her lips. It was as if she could see the tumult of emotions and thoughts raging behind the agent's stoic facade.

With a sudden burst of strength fueled by frustration and a desperate need for control, Sevika pushed the prostitute aside and grabbed the Phantom by the arm, pulling her out of the booth. The dancer stumbled, her eyes wide with shock and confusion, but she was forgotten as Sevika dragged the reader through the crowded bar. The Phantom didn't resist, her smile never faltering as she allowed herself to be led away.

The room was a blur of neon lights and shadowy figures as they moved through the throng of people. The music grew distant, the voices of the patrons muffled by the pounding of Sevika's heart in her ears. She didn't stop until they reached a back hallway, the air thick with the smell of mold and decay. With a shove, she pushed the reader into a small, dingy room, slamming the door behind them.

The Phantom stumbled, catching herself against the wall with a low chuckle. She straightened up, her eyes gleaming with excitement as she faced Sevika. "Finally," she murmured, "you're showing some spirit."

Sevika's breath was ragged, her eyes flashing with anger and something else—desire, perhaps. "What do you want from me?" she demanded, her voice low and husky.

The Phantom stepped closer, the click of her heels echoing in the small room. She leaned in, her mask almost touching Sevika's face. "What do you think I want?" she whispered, the challenge in her voice unmistakable.

Sevika's hand shot out, her grip like iron as she pushed the Phantom against the wall. "I don't have time for your games," she snarled, her eyes flashing. "You're a killer, and I'm here to bring you in."

The Phantom's smile grew, the crimson paint on her cheeks standing out starkly in the grimy light. "Ah, but what's the fun in that?" she murmured, her breath hot and sweet. "Where's the thrill in capturing a creature that wants to be caught?"

With a flourish of her hand, the reader leaned back against the wall, her arms spread wide in mock surrender. "What are you going to do to me, Agent?" she asked, her voice a siren's call in the dank room. "Arrest me? Or perhaps something more... personal?"

Sevika's grip on the Phantom's wrist tightened, her knuckles white with the effort. "You're under arrest," she ground out, trying to ignore the racing of her heart. "For twelve counts of murder, and attempted murder on Councilor Viktor."

The Phantom chuckled, a sound that was both mesmerizing and maddening. "Déjà vu, darling?" she purred, her voice dripping with amusement. "How quaint. You think you can pin those crimes on me so easily?"

Sevika x vampfem oc

In the dimly lit corridor of the brothel, a figure draped in a cloak of shadows slipped through the narrow spaces between the walls. Her eyes, a piercing shade of amber, darted around the room, searching for any sign of the pursuers that were surely closing in. The rhythmic thump of her heart seemed to echo through the otherwise silent hallway, a stark contrast to the sound of the city outside. She was a creature of the night, but even she felt a shiver of fear at the thought of what would happen if she was caught.

Her name was Elara, a vampire with a penchant for living on the edge. Her escape had been a close one, and she knew she couldn't risk being seen again. The scent of incense and musk filled her nostrils as she pushed open the first door she found, hoping it would provide a temporary sanctuary from the relentless human authorities. The room was warm and smoky, a stark contrast to the cold, stark world she had just left behind. In the corner, a figure sat lounging on a velvet chair, a plume of smoke curling up from the joint in her hand.

Sevika was not what Elara expected to find in a place like this. Her muscular frame and sharp features spoke of a warrior's spirit, not the softness that the profession of this establishment typically offered. The human woman's eyes narrowed at the sudden intrusion, the embers of the joint casting an eerie glow across her face. She took a long, slow drag, her chest rising and falling with the effort before she exhaled a cloud that obscured the air between them.

"You lost, sweetheart?" Sevika's voice was a rich purr, a sound that could soothe the most savage of beasts. But Elara knew better than to trust the deceptive calmness of a predator. She stepped into the room, her eyes never leaving the human's.

"I'm not looking for trouble," Elara replied, her own voice steady despite the racing of her pulse. "I just need a place to... rest for a bit."

Sevika's gaze traveled down to the bloodstained shirt that clung to Elara's slender frame, and the tension in the room grew palpable. The human woman stood, her movements fluid and graceful despite her size. She approached Elara, the light playing off the tattoos that snaked up her arms.

"I can see that," Sevika said, her eyes lingering on the crimson stains. "But this isn't exactly the Ritz. You got coin to pay for that rest?"

Elara nodded, reaching into her pocket to produce a small pouch of coins. She knew the value of keeping her head down in places like this, but she also knew that money talked louder than words. She tossed it onto the nearby dresser, the clink of silver piercing the quiet.

"Good enough for me," Sevika said with a shrug. "Take off that shirt. You're gonna need a clean one if you wanna blend in here."

Elara complied, peeling away the fabric to reveal the puncture wounds on her pale skin. She winced as the fabric stuck to the half-healed wounds, but she knew better than to show weakness. Sevika's eyes widened, but she said nothing, instead moving to a wardrobe and pulling out a soft, black silk shirt that was surprising

ly clean.

"Here, put this on," she instructed, tossing the garment to Elara. "You're gonna need to hide those if you don't want questions."

Elara caught the shirt, feeling a strange sense of gratitude towards the human who had just demanded payment for her safety. As she pulled it on over her head, the fabric gliding over her skin, she couldn't help but feel a flicker of curiosity about the woman before her. Who was this Sevika, and what secrets did she hold in a place like this?

The vampire's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of heavy boots pounding down the hallway. The police were getting closer. She turned to Sevika with a silent plea in her eyes, and the human nodded, understanding the unspoken request. Together, they moved to the window, and with a surprising display of strength, Sevika pushed it open, revealing the dark alley below.

"You can't leave that way," Sevika said, her voice firm but not unkind. "They'll see you."

Before Elara could protest, Sevika pushed her down onto the bed, her larger body pinning her against the soft mattress. The human's hands were surprisingly gentle as they brushed back Elara's hair, her eyes searching Elara's for any sign of fear or resistance. Finding none, she leaned in, pressing her full lips against Elara's in a kiss that was both fierce and surprisingly tender. The vampire felt a jolt of something unfamiliar, a spark of warmth that seemed to light up the cold chambers of her undead heart.

The sound of the door being kicked open shattered the moment, and both women tensed. But Sevika didn't stop, her kiss deepening as she leaned into Elara, her body shielding hers from view. The scent of her, a heady mix of sweat and sultry perfume, filled Elara's nose as she wrapped her arms around Sevika's neck, playing along. She could feel the human's heart beating rapidly against her own chest, a thundering drum that seemed to match the tempo of the footsteps drawing closer.

The police officers burst into the room, their flashlights cutting through the smoke like twin swords of light. Sevika's eyes remained closed, her hand resting possessively on Elara's hip. The vampire's pulse raced, not from fear, but from the exhilaration of the deception. She had never felt so alive. The officers scanned the room, their eyes passing over the entwined figures on the bed without a second glance.

"Just a couple lovebirds," one of them sneered, his voice thick with the scent of contempt and sweat.

Sevika's eyes snapped open, and she glared at the intruders. Her grip on Elara tightened, her muscles coiled and ready to pounce if needed. The officers took a step back, their bravado faltering under her intense gaze. They knew her reputation; she was the brothel's most loyal and feared protector.

Elara, however, took the opportunity to add to their ruse. She began to moan softly, her lips trailing down Sevika's neck, eliciting a shiver from the human. She knew that sound would be music to the ears of the men who thought they'd found a simple romantic interlude. Her fangs, which had unconsciously extended at the scent of fear, retracted as she focused on the task at hand.

Sevika's eyes shot open, surprise and a hint of amusement flickering in their depths. She allowed Elara to continue, her hand moving to the vampire's head, tangling in her hair. The officers' footsteps retreated, and the door slammed shut, leaving the room in darkness once more.

Elara's mouth traveled lower, her kisses feather-light on Sevika's collarbone. The human's skin was warm and inviting, the pulse at her neck a siren's call that Elara had to resist. She felt Sevika's breath hitch and knew she was playing the part well. The tension in the room shifted, no longer about survival but something more primal.

Sevika's eyes searched hers for a moment, as if questioning the sudden shift in their interaction. But she didn't push Elara away. Instead, she leaned back into the pillows, allowing the vampire to continue her exploration. Elara felt the human's hand slide down her back, resting gently on her hip, her fingers flexing slightly. It was a gesture that spoke of trust and comfort, and Elara found herself responding in kind, her own hand sliding up Sevika's arm to rest on her shoulder.

But as the kiss grew more passionate, Elara felt a sudden sharp pain. She had forgotten to retract her fangs fully, and they had grazed Sevika's tongue. She jerked back, horrified, her eyes widening in the darkness. The human's hand moved to her mouth, and she pulled it away, revealing a crimson smear of blood. The metallic tang of it filled the air, and Elara's instincts screamed at her to lick the blood from Sevika's skin. But she fought it, swallowing the urge with a tremor of self-disgust.

Sevika smirked, her eyes gleaming in the moonlight filtering through the window. "Looks like I've got a little vampire bite," she said, her voice low and teasing. "I guess I'll have to get checked for rabies in the morning."

Elara's eyes widened in horror as the reality of what she had done set in. "I'm so sorry," she whispered, her voice thick with genuine apology. "I didn't mean to... I can't believe I... "

But Sevika only chuckled, wiping the blood away with the back of her hand. "It's alright, love. It's not like I didn't know what you were when you walked in here." She took a final drag of the joint, the end glowing a fiery red before she stubbed it out on the side of the ashtray with a practiced ease. "Now, why don't you tell me what trouble you're in with the boys in blue?"

Elara sat up, the fear slowly receding from her eyes as she studied the human before her. Sevika's casual demeanor suggested she wasn't going to betray her, but she remained on guard. "It's... complicated," she said cautiously. "Let's just say I was in the wrong place at the wrong time."

Sevika chuckled, her deep, throaty laugh echoing in the small room. "Criminal type, are ya?" she asked, a teasing lilt to her voice. "You're not gonna start a gang war in here, are you?"

Elara managed a small smile despite her nerves. "I don't start wars," she replied, her amber eyes meeting Sevika's gaze. "But I've been known to finish them."

Sevika's smirk grew wider, her eyes lighting up with a mischievous glint. "Oooh, a tough cookie," she said, her tone playful. "Well, if you can handle yourself, I suppose I can trust you not to cause any trouble here." She leaned back against the velvet chair, her muscular arms crossing over her chest. "But tell me, Elara, what brings a creature of the night to a place like this?"

Elara took a deep breath, the smoky air filling her lungs with a sense of relief she hadn't realized she needed. "I was running from Ammbessa," she said finally, her voice barely above a whisper. "They've been... hunting me."

Sevika's expression froze, and for the first time since their encounter, she looked genuinely surprised. "Ambessa?" she repeated, the name rolling off her tongue with a hint of disbelief. "And you thought hiding in a brothel was a good idea?"

Elara nodded, feeling the weight of her situation crash down on her shoulders. "They're everywhere," she said, her voice tight with tension. "They won't stop until they find me."

Sevika's smile faded, her expression turning serious. "Ambessa doesn't mess around," she mused, rubbing her chin thoughtfully. "What could you have possibly done to get on their bad

side?"

Elara's eyes grew distant as she remembered the night of the gala, the opulent setting a stark contrast to the grimy room she now found herself in. She had been so careful, so charming, weaving through the crowd of influential humans like a spider among butterflies. Her target had been a wealthy heiress, her blood a sweet and potent prize. The woman had been easy prey, her laughter had been like a melody to Elara's ears, her skin warm and inviting under the cool touch of her fangs. They had danced, flirted, and Elara had led her to a quiet corner of the castle, where the shadows had whispered sweet nothings into her ear. The taste of her blood had been a heady mix of power and fear, a tantalizing dance that had ended in a crimson crescendo.

But the feeding had not been enough. Oh no, Elara had had a message to send, and she had made sure it was a clear one. She had torn through the heiress's priceless dress, leaving it in shreds on the cold marble floor. The room had looked like a battlefield by the time she was done, a testament to the primal power that surged through her veins. The woman had been left there, a mere shell of her former self, her blood painting the walls and furniture in an abstract crimson masterpiece. It was a message to Ambessa, the vampire clan that had cast her out, that she was not to be trifled with.

The aftermath of that night had been a blur of fear and exhilaration. Elara had moved swiftly, her eyes glowing with the thrill of the hunt as she danced through the castle, leaving a trail of destruction in her wake. Glass shattered under her booted feet, the sound a symphony of chaos that played in harmony with the pounding of her heart. The humans had screamed, their cries a sweet serenade that spurred her on. They were ants in the grand scheme of things, easily squashed under her boots if they dared to stand in her path.

Her maids, once so devoted and obedient, had been the first to feel her wrath. Their eyes had widened in terror as she had approached, her fangs bared and her eyes alight with rage. They had tried to flee, but she had caught them, one by one, their struggles futile against her supernatural strength. She had snapped their necks like twigs, their lifeless bodies crumpling to the floor like discarded rag dolls. The memory of their fear-laden eyes haunted her, a reminder of the monster she had become.

Her playthings, the humans she had kept enthralled with her beauty and power, had met a similar fate. Their trust had been her weapon, their adoration her shield. But when they had dared to speak against her, to whisper the truth of what she was, she had shown them no mercy. Their lifeblood had spilled across her marble floors, their pleas for mercy lost to the echoes of the empty halls. The thrill of their fear had been intoxicating, a heady blend of power and rage that had fueled her rebellion against Ambessa.

But now, as she sat in the cramped brothel room with Sevika watching her, Elara felt a twinge of regret for her actions. The humans had been pawns in a game she had never asked to play. Yet she had used them, and now they were dead because of it. She had hoped the chaos she had sown would serve as a distraction, a smokescreen to allow her to escape. But she had underestimated the reach and ruthlessness of her former clan.

"I didn't mean to start a war," Elara said softly, her eyes downcast. "But I had to get their attention. To make them understand that I won't be their weapon anymore."

Sevika leaned back in her chair, considering the vampire before her. "So, you're a rogue," she said, her tone thoughtful. "That's... interesting."

Elara nodded, the weight of her revelation heavy on her shoulders. "I didn't have a choice," she murmured. "They were going to use me to do terrible things."

Sevika's expression grew contemplative, her eyes narrowing slightly as she took another hit from the joint. "So, you're a rebel with a cause, huh?" She chuckled, the sound deep and resonant. "I can respect that."

Elara studied the human, her gaze searching for any sign of judgment or fear. But all she found was curiosity, and a hint of amusement. "What's so funny?" she asked, her voice tight.

"Oh, just imagining the look on their faces when they realize you've turned their own playthings against them," Sevika said, a smirk playing at the corners of her mouth. She took another hit from the joint before continuing, "I've got a few of those in my pocket, you know. People who think they can use me and throw me away when they're done."

Her eyes took on a distant look, and for a moment, Elara could see a glimpse of the anger and resentment that lay beneath the human's calm exterior. It was a look she knew well, having felt it herself many times in her own long, tumultuous life.

"I've got a few tricks up my sleeve," Sevika said, her eyes returning to Elara's with a glint of mischief. "But you've gotta be careful, love. Ambessa doesn't take kindly to betrayal."

Elara nodded, her gaze dropping to the floor. "I know," she murmured. "But I can't go back to that life."

Sevika's smile grew, a knowing glint in her eye. "I can tell you're not one for the subtle approach," she said, her voice dropping to a whisper that seemed to resonate through the very fabric of the room. She leaned in closer, her hand sliding up Elara's arm to rest on her shoulder. "But sometimes, you have to play the game to win."

Her thumb traced a lazy circle on Elara's skin, sending a shiver down the vampire's spine. "You're pretty," she said, her breath warm against Elara's cheek. "But you're also a liability. If Ambessa finds you here, it's not just you they'll come for. It's all of us."

Elara stiffened at the implication, but Sevika's grip tightened gently. "Don't worry, I've got your back. But you gotta keep a low profile. Can you do that?"

Sevika's hand slid down to Elara's waist, and she could feel the human's heat seeping through the fabric of the shirt. It was a strange sensation, one she hadn't felt in a very long time. The flirtation was clear, and Elara found herself responding to it, the thrill of the chase melding with the excitement of the moment. Her eyes searched Sevika's, looking for any sign of insincerity, but all she found was genuine interest.

With a flick of her wrist, Sevika produced a worn deck of tarot cards from a drawer beside her. She shuffled them with a deftness that spoke of long practice, her movements smooth and sure. "Let's make this interesting," she said, a wicked smile playing at the corners of her mouth. She tossed the cards onto the small round table between them, and they fluttered down like leaves on a windy day. "If you're going to stay here, you're going to have to prove you're not just a pretty face."

Elara's eyes followed the cards as they fell, her curiosity piqued. She had encountered human fortune tellers before, but something about Sevika's confidence made her believe that this was more than a mere parlor trick. The human leaned forward, her eyes glinting in the candlelight. "Pick one," she instructed, tapping the table with a long, scarlet nail.

Elara's hand hovered over the cards, feeling the warmth of the plastic beneath her fingertips. She selected one at random, the picture on the card obscured by the flip of her hand. With a dramatic flair, she placed it face down on the table, the sound of the slap echoing through the room.

"Alright, let's see what fate has in store for us," Sevika said, her voice a seductive purr. She reached out, her own hand brushing against Elara's as she picked up the card. The vampire felt a spark of electricity at the contact, and she had to fight the urge to jerk away.

Sevika flipped the card over, revealing the image of a woman standing in a field, surrounded by swords. The look on her face was one of determination, not fear. "The Queen of Swords," Sevika murmured, her eyes flicking back to Elara. "You're a strong one, aren't you? Ready to face whatever comes your way."

Elara raised an eyebrow. "You're a fortune teller?" she asked, trying to keep the skepticism from her voice.

Sevika chuckled, the sound rich and warm. "Nah, not really," she said, placing the tarot deck back in its drawer. "But I can read people like a book, and sometimes that's all you need to know." She leaned back in her chair, her arms folded over her chest. "So, what's the deal? You in trouble with the law, or is it something more... supernatural?"

Elara's eyes narrowed slightly. "How did you know?" she asked, her voice a mix of suspicion and curiosity.

Sevika's smile grew wider, showing off a set of perfectly straight teeth that looked almost too white in the dim light. "I've got a nose for these things," she said, taking another hit from the joint. "And let's just say, I've seen enough to know when someone's got more to them than meets the eye." She tapped the ashes into an ashtray shaped like a skull, the sound echoing in the quiet room. "But enough about that. How about we make a little wager?"

Her eyes twinkled mischievously as she reached into a drawer and pulled out a second, smaller deck of cards. These were different, the edges worn and the backs marred by countless thumbs. "Ever played poker?" she asked, fanning the cards out in her hand.

Elara's curiosity was piqued, and she nodded cautiously. Sevika's smile grew, her teeth flashing white in the dim light. "Good," she said, shuffling the cards with surprising deftness. "We'll play a round. But not with these," she said, tossing the tarot cards onto the bed. "We'll use these."

She produced a second deck, this one smaller and more worn, the edges of the cards rounded from countless hands. They looked like they had seen more than their fair share of games, their faces smudged with a history of sweat and greed. "These are my real cards," she said, her voice dropping to a whisper. "The ones I use when I want to win."

Elara's interest grew, the thrill of the unknown dancing in her eyes. "Poker, with tarot cards?" she asked, a hint of skepticism in her tone.

Sevika chuckled, her full lips curling into a knowing smile. "You've never played my way, have you?" she said, her voice a low purr that seemed to vibrate through the very air. "Don't worry, love. It's all just a bit of fun. And who knows, you might just learn a thing or two."

Elara's eyes narrowed, her curiosity piqued despite her reservations. "Your way?" she echoed, her voice a whisper of challenge.

Sevika's smile grew more daring, a glint in her eye that suggested she was used to getting what she wanted. "Strip poker," she said, her voice a seductive whisper that seemed to coil around Elara's spine like a warm embrace. "It'll be fun. And it'll help you relax. You're as tense as a bowstring, darling."

Elara felt a blush creep up her cheeks, the human's forwardness surprising and... intriguing. She had not felt such a rush of desire in a very long time. The thrill of the hunt, the taste of fear and the warmth of blood had been her only companions for so long that the prospect of a simple, human pleasure was almost overwhelming. She licked her lips, considering the proposal. It was a risky move, but she had always been one to live in the moment.

"Alright," she said, her voice steady despite the racing of her heart. "Strip poker it is."

Sevika's eyes lit up, her smile growing even more mischievous. "Good choice," she said, her voice like velvet. "But if you win, you can't just ask for money or jewels. That's no fun."

Elara's eyes sparkled with challenge. "What do you suggest?"

Sevika leaned back in her chair, her gaze roaming over the vampire's body with a predatory glint. "If you win, you can ask for anything your heart desires," she said, her voice a silky purr. "But remember, this is my house, and I make the rules."

Elara felt her fangs elongate slightly at the sound of Sevika's pulse, a steady drumbeat that grew louder in her ears as the human leaned closer. The scent of her blood was intoxicating, a sweet and spicy cocktail that called to the creature within her. She took a deep breath, fighting the urge to sink her teeth into the soft flesh of Sevika's neck, to taste the warmth that flowed beneath the surface.

Sevika seemed to sense Elara's struggle, her own pulse quickening slightly. Her eyes searched the vampire's face, the pupils dilating as she took in the sight of her sharp, gleaming fangs. "You want some, don't you?" she murmured, her voice a whisper that seemed to carry the weight of a thousand secrets.

Elara's gaze was locked on the pulse point at Sevika's throat, the rhythmic throb of blood beneath the skin calling to her like a siren's song. She felt the hunger stir within her, a primal need that had been denied for too long. Her grip on the chair tightened, knuckles turning white as she fought the urge to give in.

Sevika's eyes grew darker, the pupils dilating as she watched the transformation. Her own heartbeat quickened, a thrill of excitement coursing through her as she leaned in closer. "I can see the hunger in you," she murmured, her voice low and inviting. "But you're not going to bite me, are you?"

Elara's eyes snapped up to meet hers, the hunger in her gaze unmistakable. "No," she forced out, her voice a hoarse whisper. "I won't."

But Sevika wasn't so easily deterred. She leaned in closer, her breath warm against Elara's cheek. "You're lying," she murmured, her voice a sultry caress. "I can feel it."

Her hand slid down Elara's arm, her thumb brushing against the vein that pulsed with the siren's call of her blood. "Why fight it?" she whispered, her breath ghosting over the vampire's skin. "You need it, and I... I'm willing to give it to you."

Sevika's eyes gleamed with a mischievous challenge, and Elara felt the last of her resistance crumbling. "A sample?" she asked, her voice a whisper of need.

"Just a taste," Sevika assured her, her hand moving to the collar of her own shirt, revealing the smooth, tanned skin beneath. "If you win, of course," she added with a smirk. "But if I win..."

Her voice trailed off, leaving the implication hanging in the air like the smoke from her cigarette. Elara's eyes narrowed, the hunger in them flaring brighter. "And what do you want if you win?" she asked, her voice low and husky.

Sevika's smile grew, a playful glint in her eyes. "If I win," she said, her voice a seductive whisper, "I get to bite you." She leaned in closer, her breath hot against Elara's ear. "Anywhere I want."

Elara's breath hitched, the thrill of the game mixing with the desire that had been building within her since she had first laid eyes on Sevika. The human's scent was intoxicating, the warmth of her blood like a beacon in the darkness. She felt her fangs extend fully, the tip of one grazing the soft skin of Sevika's neck. The human's pulse quickened, but she made no move to pull away. Instead, she leaned closer, her body pressing against Elara's.

"Is that a deal?" Sevika whispered, her breath hot against Elara's ear. "A taste for a taste?"

Elara pulled back, the hunger in her eyes replaced by a mischievous glint. "Not fair," she pouted, her full lips pressed into a seductive pout. "I'm the one with the power here, the one who could take what I want without asking."

Sevika chuckled, her hand still resting on the vampire's arm. "But where's the fun in that?" she teased, her thumb tracing lazy circles on the sensitive skin. "Besides, I have my own... persuasive methods."

Elara's eyes narrowed, a smoldering ember of desire lighting up within them. "Do you now?" she purred, her voice a seductive challenge.

"Mmhmm," Sevika murmured, her hand sliding up to cup Elara's cheek, her thumb stroking the soft skin gently. "You're the hunted, darling, but in here, with me, you can be the hunter."

Elara's pout grew more pronounced, her eyes narrowing slightly as she leaned into the human's touch. "Should've thought of that, huh?" she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Maybe I should've just turned you into a midnight snack when I had the chance."

Sevika's laughter was rich and deep, the sound resonating through the room like the peal of a bell. She leaned in closer, her breath warm against Elara's skin. "And miss out on all this fun?" she whispered, her lips brushing against the vampire's earlobe. "I don't think so."

The human's hand slid from Elara's cheek to the base of her neck, her thumb tracing a line down to the collarbone. The touch sent a shiver through Elara's body, the thrill of the hunt melding with the heat of desire. She leaned into the contact, her eyes never leaving Sevika's. "My sample," she murmured, her voice a low growl of need.

Sevika's eyes darkened, her pupils dilating as she felt the vampire's hunger. She leaned in, her breath a warm whisper against Elara's skin. "Very well," she said, her voice a seductive purr. "But remember, this is just a taste."

With a flick of her wrist, she grabbed the tarot deck, shuffling it with a skill that spoke of countless games played in shadowy backrooms. She dealt the cards, their faces obscured in the candlelight. The air grew thick with anticipation as they each took a card, their eyes locked in a silent challenge.

Sevika leaned back, a knowing smile playing on her lips as she studied Elara's tense posture. The vampire's eyes remained fixed on the card in her hand, the thrum of her pulse a siren's call that grew louder with each passing second. "Ready?" Sevika asked, her voice a whisper of temptation.

Elara nodded, her eyes never leaving the human's. "Now," she murmured, the word a demand that seemed to hang in the air.

Sevika's smile grew wider, the challenge in her gaze unmistakable. She leaned in closer, her hand still resting on Elara's neck. "As you wish," she said, her voice a sultry whisper. She tilted her head to the side, exposing the pulsing vein in her neck.

Elara felt her fangs ache with need, the scent of the human's blood growing stronger with each passing moment. She reached out with trembling hands, her fingers tracing the soft skin of Sevika's neck. The human's pulse quickened under her touch, a silent invitation that she couldn't resist.

"Now?" Sevika's voice was a teasing murmur, a challenge that sent a thrill through Elara's body. The vampire nodded, her eyes never leaving the pulsing vein that called to her.

With a slow, deliberate movement, Elara leaned in, her fangs grazing Sevika's skin. The human's breath hitched, her eyes fluttering closed as she awaited the bite. But instead of sinking her teeth in, Elara paused, her breath hot against Sevika's neck. "You're sure?" she asked, her voice a soft, seductive whisper.

Sevika nodded, a silent affirmation that sent a thrill of power through the vampire. Elara's grip on her neck tightened, the anticipation of the moment making her heart race. She felt the human's pulse throb under her thumb, the rhythmic beat echoing in her ears like a siren's call. "Do it," Sevika murmured, her voice a mix of excitement and challenge.

Without another word, Elara sank her fangs into the soft flesh of Sevika's neck. The human's blood filled her mouth, rich and warm and spicy with the aftertaste of the joint. She groaned with pleasure, the taste of it sending a jolt of desire through her body. Sevika's grip on her arm tightened, her nails digging into Elara's skin as she moaned softly, the pain of the bite melding with the pleasure of

the forbidden.

Sevika's eyes rolled back in her head as the vampire drank deeply, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The feeling of Elara's fangs piercing her skin was like nothing she had ever felt before, a mix of pain and ecstasy that sent waves of pleasure through her body. Her hand slid down to rest on the vampire's shoulder, her thumb tracing small circles on the taut muscles as she gave herself over to the sensation.

But as the seconds ticked by, she felt a sudden change, a strange warmth spreading from her arm up through her veins. It started in her metal limb, the one that was always a little colder than the other, and grew until it enveloped her entire body. With a grunt, she reached up and activated the hidden mechanism in her wrist, the one that controlled the purple shimmer drug she had had installed. It was a risk, but one she was willing to take for the thrill of the game.

The world around them grew hazy, the colors more vivid and the sounds more acute as the shimmer drug took effect. Elara felt a sudden lightness in her limbs, a euphoria that washed over her like a warm wave. She looked at Sevika, her eyes wide with surprise and excitement. The human's pupils were dilated, her skin flushed with the same warm glow that Elara felt coursing through her own body.

Sevika's grip on her neck tightened, her breath coming in ragged gasps as the drug hit her system. "You didn't know?" she murmured, her voice thick with arousal. "It's a little... extra... I like to keep... in case of... unexpected guests."

Elara's eyes widened as she felt the warmth spread through her, the high unlike anything she had ever experienced from a simple feeding. "What is this?" she managed to ask, her voice slurred and laden with pleasure.

Sevika's laughter was low and throaty, a sound that sent another shiver down Elara's spine. "A little something extra," she murmured, her hand sliding down to cup Elara's cheek. "Just a little... surprise." Her eyes sparkled with mischief, her pupils blown wide with the effects of the drug.

Elara pulled back, the euphoria from the blood mingling with confusion. "What did you do to me?" she demanded, her voice slurred by the potent cocktail of shimmer and human blood.

Sevika's eyes danced with amusement. "Oops," she said, her voice a teasing purr. "I guess I didn't think you'd be so... thirsty." She traced the line of Elara's jaw with a gentle thumb, her eyes half-lidded with desire. "But don't worry, darling. It's all part of the experience."

Elara's mind raced, trying to piece together what had just happened. The drug was potent, making her feel both light-headed and incredibly aroused. She pushed the human away, her movements clumsy and uncoordinated. "What have you done to me?" she slurred, her eyes glazed with lust.

The operative swallowed hard. "It happened during your... personal time, ma'am. We didn't want to disturb you unless it was absolutely necessary."

Seveka's gaze narrowed, but she understood the unspoken rule. She had her needs, and so did the agency. She handed back the tablet. "Very well. Assemble the team. We move out in five."

As the room buzzed with activity, she took a moment to compose herself, her mind racing through potential scenarios and strategies. It was in this rare moment of vulnerability that she felt a gentle touch on her shoulder. She looked up to see the fem reader, her eyes filled with a mix of concern and curiosity.

"Seveka, are you okay?" the fem reader asked softly, her voice a stark contrast to the urgency in the room.

Seveka took a deep breath, her eyes flickering over to the reader before returning to the door. "I need to focus."

The fem reader nodded, her hand sliding away. "I know. But I'm here if you need anything."

Seveka offered a tight smile, her jaw clenched. "Thank you."

The fem reader's eyes searched hers, and she stepped closer, her voice a low purr. "I mean it, Seveka. You've been pushing yourself too hard lately. It's okay to let someone else take the lead for once."

Seveka hesitated, the weight of the mission pressing down on her. "I can handle it," she murmured, though her voice lacked its usual confidence.

The fem reader leaned in, her breath warm against Seveka's ear. "But what if you don't have to?" she whispered.

Seveka turned to face her, the question hanging in the air. The room around them seemed to fade away, the chaos of the mission forgotten. The fem reader's eyes held a gentle authority, and something else—something that made Seveka's stomach flutter.

"What do you mean?" she asked, her voice barely above a murmur.

The fem reader stepped closer, her eyes never leaving Seveka's. "You've been so focused on being in charge, so used to giving orders and expecting them to be followed," she said, her voice low and soothing. "But what if you could let go for a while?"

Her hand slid down Seveka's arm, her fingertips brushing against the leather of her glove before coming to rest on her wrist. Seveka felt a jolt of electricity at the contact, and she realized her breathing had grown shallower. The fem reader's touch was firm, yet gentle, a silent demand for obedience.

"Take off your gloves," she instructed, her voice a soft command. Seveka complied, her hands trembling slightly as she peeled away the leather. The cool air of the room caressed her bare skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

The fem reader stepped closer, her eyes dropping to Seveka's exposed wrists. She took them in her hands, turning them over to examine the delicate pulse point. "Good," she murmured, her thumb brushing lightly against the sensitive skin. "Now, I want you to sit down."

Seveka's eyes widened, but she felt an inexplicable urge to obey. She took a seat in the chair, her legs spread slightly apart, and watched as the fem reader moved around the desk. The command was simple, yet it sent a rush of anticipation through her veins. She had never been in this position before, and she didn't know how to react.

The fem reader's eyes gleamed with something that looked suspiciously like amusement, but there was also a seriousness to her expression. She knelt before Seveka, her hands resting on her thighs, and spoke firmly. "Now, I want you to crawl under the desk and wait for me there."

Seveka felt a flicker of embarrassment, but the feeling was quickly overridden by a strange sense of...excitement? She had never been one to be ordered around, but there was something about the way the fem reader's voice curled around her that made it impossible to refuse. With a nod, she lowered herself to the floor, her knees brushing against the cold tiles.

The fem reader moved around the desk, her footsteps measured and deliberate. Seveka watched her approach, her heart hammering in her chest. The reader's eyes never left hers as she leaned down, her fingers tracing the line of Seveka's jaw before tilting her head back. "You're so beautiful when you submit," she whispered, her breath hot against Seveka's skin.

Before Seveka could respond, the reader's fingers pressed against her lips, silencing any protest. Her eyes searched Seveka's, looking for consent, for understanding. Seveka's cheeks flushed, but she nodded, her eyes dropping to the floor in a show of submission. The reader's hand moved, her fingers sliding into Seveka's mouth, gagging her gently. The suddenness of the action made Seveka's eyes widen, but she didn't struggle, her body responding to the unfamiliar yet thrilling sensation.

The reader then reached for Seveka's hair, pulling gently at first before tightening her grip. She tugged Seveka's head back, forcing her to look up. "Remember, you're safe," she assured, her voice a velvety promise in the tense air. "You can always use your safeword."

Seveka felt a shiver run down her spine, the reality of the situation sinking in. She was a top, always in control, and now she was being told to submit. It was both terrifying and exhilarating, and she found herself nodding again, the fight draining from her body.

The fem reader's grip on her hair tightened slightly, a clear message that she was in charge. "Good girl," she purred, a smug smile playing on her lips.

Seveka felt a spark of defiance, a knee-jerk reaction to being called such a demeaning term. But before she could form a snappy retort, the reader leaned in closer, her eyes gleaming with a mischievous challenge. "Now, unless you want to be punished for your insolence," she whispered, "I suggest you keep those thoughts to yourself."

Seveka's cheeks burned, and she bit down on the reader's fingers in her mouth, the leather of the gag muffling the sound of her protest. The reader's eyes widened slightly in surprise before narrowing, a flicker of something dark crossing her features. She yanked Seveka's head back even further, forcing her to arch her back uncomfortably. "I can make this as easy or as difficult for you as you want it to be," she warned, her tone dropping an octave.

Seveka felt a thrill of fear and excitement at the same time. The defiance in her eyes was clear, but she knew better than to push her limits. Instead, she rolled her eyes and let out a soft whine, acknowledging the reader's dominance. The reader's grip on her hair loosened slightly, and she nodded in approval.

With a swift motion, the reader pulled her fingers from Seveka's mouth, and she gagged slightly, her eyes watering. The sudden absence of the leather was almost a relief, but the look in the reader's eyes told her that she wasn't out of the woods yet. The gag had been a test of sorts, a way for the reader to assert her control without causing any real harm.

The reader's gaze remained locked on Seveka's as she stood up, her hands moving to her own belt. She unbuckled it slowly, the sound echoing through the now-silent room. With a flick of her wrist, she undid the button of her pants, her eyes never leaving Seveka's. The zipper followed, the rasping sound seemingly louder than the cacophony of the mission outside. Seveka felt a strange mix of trepidation and arousal, watching the reader's hips sway as she pushed her pants down her legs, revealing her bare sex.

The reader stepped out of her pants, her feet bare and firm on the cold floor. She moved closer to Seveka, her hand sliding down to cup herself, her thumb circling her clit in a slow, mesmerizing motion. Seveka's own sex grew wet at the sight, the heat building inside her. She had never felt so exposed, so...vulnerable, and yet it was a thrilling sensation she couldn't deny.

Her hand twitched with the urge to reach out and touch, to claim some semblance of the control she was so used to wielding. But before she could make a move, the reader's eyes narrowed, and she raised her hand to stop her. "No," she said firmly, her voice a gentle but unyielding command. "You don't get to touch unless I say so."

Seveka felt a strange mix of frustration and excitement at the denial. She had always been the one in charge, the one giving orders, but here she was, kneeling and at the mercy of another. She bit her lip, trying to fight the urge to argue, to assert herself. But something deep within her craved this, the feeling of being completely at someone else's mercy.

The reader's hand remained on her thigh, her thumb rubbing small circles just above her knee. "Be still," she instructed, her voice firm but not unkind. "I'll take care of everything."

Seveka felt a surge of desperation, her body craving contact. She began to whine, the sound low and needy, her eyes pleading. Her hands clenched into fists at her sides, her nails digging into her palms. She wanted to touch, to feel the heat and wetness that she knew awaited her. The reader's eyes never left hers, her expression unyielding yet filled with a smoldering desire that seemed to be growing by the second.

"Please," Seveka begged, her voice barely above a whisper. "Let me touch you."

The fem reader's smile grew more predatory as she watched Seveka squirm. She leaned in closer, her hand still resting on Seveka's thigh. "I didn't say you could talk," she reminded her, her voice a sweet caress that belied the steel beneath.

Seveka's eyes widened, and she bit her lip, trying to keep her pleas contained. But the need was too strong, the unfamiliar ache of submission too potent. She began to whine again, her body moving in an attempt to close the gap between them. The reader's hand tightened slightly on her thigh, keeping her in place. "Please," she murmured, the word slipping out despite her best efforts.

The fem reader leaned in closer, her breath hot against Seveka's skin. "What was that, darling?" she asked, her voice a tease.

Seveka's eyes searched hers, desperate for permission. "Please," she whimpered, her voice strained around the gag. "Please let me touch you."

The fem reader's smile grew, her eyes darkening with lust. "Very well," she said, her voice a seductive whisper. "But only if you're a good girl."

With that, she grabbed Seveka's face, her grip firm but not painful, and guided it towards her sex. Seveka felt the warmth radiating from the reader's cunt, and she closed her eyes, inhaling the scent of her arousal. The reader's hand pushed harder, and before she could protest, she found her nose buried in the soft, damp flesh. She could feel the reader's labia against her cheeks, and she heard the smack as her own mouth was pressed into the wetness.

Seveka's eyes shot open, and she let out a muffled squeak of surprise, which only made the reader chuckle. The sound was cut off by a hand that slammed down onto the back of her head, holding her in place. "Now, lick," the reader ordered, and Seveka had no choice but to obey. She tentatively extended her tongue, feeling the slickness of the reader's juices against it. The taste was unexpectedly sweet, and she found herself craving more.

The reader's hand began to guide her movements, pushing her face deeper and setting a rhythm that grew more and more insistent. Seveka's own desire grew with each stroke, her body responding in a way she had never experienced before. She felt the muscles in her thighs clench, and without realizing it, she began to hump the floor, desperately seeking relief. The reader noticed and her hand moved from Seveka's head to her waist, pressing down firmly to still her hips. "Patience," she admonished, her voice a dark caress that sent a shiver down Seveka's spine.

Seveka's eyes watered from the pressure and the gag, but she didn't dare move. Instead, she focused on the reader's scent, the taste of her, the way her body quivered with each stroke of her tongue. The reader's breathing grew heavier, her hips rocking slightly, and Seveka could feel the tension building in the room.

Then, without warning, there was a knock at the door.

Seveka's head snapped up, her eyes wide with panic. The sudden noise shattered the haze of submission, and she bolted upright, smacking her head on the underside of the desk with a painful thud. Stars danced before her eyes, and she barely registered the reader's concerned gasp before the pain overwhelmed her.

"Oh, my poor baby," the fem reader cooed, her voice thick with mocking amusement. She reached down and gently helped Seveka out from under the desk, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Did that hurt?"

Seveka's hand flew to the back of her head, her eyes watering as she nodded. The reader's smile grew, but her eyes remained focused on Seveka's pained expression. "You're such a good girl for taking that for me," she crooned, her voice a sugary sweetness that seemed to wrap around Seveka like a warm blanket.

Seveka felt a strange thrill at the praise, her body responding to the gentle dominance. She rubbed the sore spot, the sting of the impact only serving to heighten her arousal. The reader noticed and leaned down, her hand cupping Seveka's cheek. "Does it hurt?" she asked, her voice filled with a concern that was almost motherly.

Seveka took a deep breath and nodded, exaggerating the pain just a little. "Y-yes," she whimpered, her eyes wide and innocent. "It hurts a lot."

The fem reader's expression softened, and she stroked Seveka's cheek gently. "Oh, you poor thing," she murmured. "Such a good girl for taking that for me."

But Seveka could see the glint in her eyes, the slight smirk that told her she wasn't fooled. The reader knew she was overplaying it, that the pain was a small price to pay for the thrill of submission. And yet, she allowed Seveka to cling to the illusion, her hand moving to the gag and unbuckling it with careful precision. Seveka's jaw relaxed with a sigh, and she worked her mouth, trying to get rid of the dryness left by the leather.

The reader stepped back, her eyes never leaving Seveka's. "Now, let's get you feeling better, shall we?" she said, her voice a seductive purr. She sat on the edge of the desk, her legs spread wide, and beckoned Seveka closer with a crook of her finger. "Come here, and make it up to me for interrupting our little...session."

Seveka's head still throbbed, but the pain was already being overshadowed by a different kind of ache. She stumbled to her feet, her legs wobbly from the sudden change in position. The reader watched her with a knowing smile, her own arousal clear from the way she was rubbing her clit. "You want this, don't you?" she asked, her voice a silky challenge.

Seveka nodded, her eyes locked on the reader's hand. The sound of the door opening was like a bucket of ice water thrown over her fevered thoughts. A deep, gruff cough echoed through the room, followed by the unmistakable sound of someone clearing their throat. The fem reader's smile didn't waver, but her eyes flicked to the door with a hint of annoyance.

Panic surged through Seveka's veins, and she stumbled back, her cheeks flaming with mortification. The sight of anyone else—anyone—seeing her in this state was unbearable. She was the one who was in charge, who gave the orders. The thought of being caught like this, kneeling and gagged, was more than she could handle. Her heart raced, and she could feel her breath coming in short, desperate gasps.

The fem reader, however, remained unfazed. She slid off the desk, her movements smooth and graceful, and approached Seveka with an air of calm authority. "It's all right," she murmured, her hand on Seveka's shoulder. "You're safe here. I won't let anyone see you like this."

With surprising gentleness, she guided Seveka back to her knees and pushed her back under the desk, her own body blocking the view from the doorway. Seveka's eyes were wide with embarrassment, but she couldn't resist the comforting pressure of the reader's hand on her shoulder. She watched as the reader took her place in the chair, her legs crossed, a picture of casual indifference.

"Come in," the fem reader called out, her voice a cool, professional mask over the passion that had just filled the room.

Seveka's heart hammered in her chest, the sudden intrusion shattering the delicate web of submission she had allowed herself to be caught in. She tried to shrink back further under the desk, her eyes wide with shock and fear. The reader's hand remained firm on her shoulder, grounding her, reassuring her.

"What seems to be the problem?" the fem reader asked, her voice smooth and unruffled, a stark contrast to the ragged breaths coming from under the desk.

Seveka, her face flaming with embarrassment, focused on the task at hand. The reader's thighs, strong and firm, pressed against her shoulders, guiding her into position. She leaned in, her tongue tentatively touching the reader's clit, eager to please despite the fear pulsing through her body. The sweet taste of her arousal filled Seveka's mouth, and she felt a strange sense of peace wash over her as she lost herself in the act of submission.

The reader's hand stroked her hair, guiding her movements, her breath hitching with each pass of Seveka's tongue. The sound of the door opening was almost imperceptible over the rush of blood in Seveka's ears, but the sudden change in the air was undeniable. The hand in her hair paused for a moment before resuming its gentle strokes.

"I said, come in," the reader called out, her voice a masterful blend of irritation and authority. Seveka's heart skipped a beat as she heard the footsteps approach. She had no idea who it was, and she couldn't imagine the humiliation of being caught like this. But the reader's hand remained firm, a silent promise that she would handle it.

The person entered, and Seveka recognized the voice immediately. It was her college, a man she had worked alongside for years, a man who had never seen her in anything less than a commanding position. "Where did you go?" he asked, his voice gruff with concern. "The briefing's in five, and the team's waiting."

The fem reader leaned back in the chair, her hand still in Seveka's hair. "I'm just...dealing with something personal," she said, her tone a blend of annoyance and authority. "It'll only be a moment."

Seveka's heart raced, her tongue frozen against the reader's flesh. The thought of her colleague finding them like this was too much, and she began to struggle, her eyes wide with panic. But the reader's grip was unyielding, her hand tightening almost imperceptibly. "I said, I've got this," she murmured, her voice a low growl that sent a shiver down Seveka's spine.

The college's footsteps stopped just short of the desk, and Seveka could feel his eyes on them. She could almost see his confusion, his mind trying to piece together the scene before him. "Is everything all right?" he asked, his tone hesitant.

The fem reader's hand in her hair tightened slightly, a silent reminder of her position. "It's fine," she said, her voice a calm, cool stream of confidence. "We're just...having a discussion."

Seveka's mind raced as she heard her colleague's footsteps move closer. She could feel his gaze on her, could almost feel the heat of his curiosity. She tried to push the panic down, focusing instead on the reader's thighs, the way they felt against her cheeks, the way the reader's hand was still stroking her hair.

The fem reader's voice was calm and measured. "Yes, we're just having a...personal conversation," she said, her hand giving Seveka's head a gentle push, urging her to continue. Seveka closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to block out the fear.

The next moment was one of pure chaos. A gunshot rang out, echoing through the room, and Seveka's body jerked with the shock of the sound. The hand in her hair was abruptly gone, and she heard a thud as her colleague's body hit the floor. She looked up in horror to see the reader standing over her, a smoking gun in her hand and a look of cold fury etched on her face.

"I told you I would take care of it," the reader murmured, her voice a deadly calm that sent a shiver down Seveka's spine. "Now, let's finish what we started."

Seveka stared at the lifeless body of her colleague, her mind reeling. The reader's hand reached under the desk, her fingertips brushing against Seveka's cheek. They felt like a brand, a stark reminder of the power dynamics at play. The reader's touch was a lifeline in the chaos, and Seveka found herself leaning into it, craving the reassurance.

"Good girl," the fem reader purred, her voice a balm to Seveka's frayed nerves. "You're doing so well." She slid her hand around to the back of Seveka's head, her grip firm but comforting. "You're so obedient, so perfect in your submission."

Seveka felt a strange warmth spread through her at the praise, a feeling she had never experienced in her life of dominance. She found herself craving more, her body responding to the gentle strokes of the reader's hand against her scalp. The fear and embarrassment of the interruption began to melt away, replaced by a newfound sense of belonging.

The reader leaned in closer, her voice a sweet whisper in Seveka's ear. "You're doing so well," she said, her breath hot and heavy. "I knew you had it in you."