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Idol Hands	By : Clocktower Category: -Misc Anime > Crossovers Views: 2327 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Thank God the sheets were black.
It was first coherent thought to form in Lara's mind since sundown, when her home transformed into a smaller, more haunted place. She was naked, breathing heavily. Bright patches of warmth smoldered on her neck and breasts. Straddling her was the vampire, Seras, nude from the waist up. Her red eyes lost in reverie, fresh blood darkened the corner of her mouth.
"A-are you done?" said Lara, unsure about what she wanted the answer to be. Seras' bites had been electric, robbing Lara of her breath for many long moments at a time, making the world flicker in and out. Seras ran her long tongue from one corner of her mouth to the other, contemplating Lara's tender, nude form.
"Did you cum?" said Seras, her voice heavy, far away.
"Yes," said Lara.
Seras closed her eyes, disappointed. "That should be enough, then," she said. "Or at least as much as you should give."
This was a change, Lara thought. Not an hour ago she'd felt like a zebra freshly run down by a pack of lions, the alpha female on top of her, eating her fill, delighting in writhing, squealing prey she'd conquered. Lara had been chased across entire jungles by apex predators, had escaped human cannibals, never before had she felt more like a piece of meat, never had she cum so hard in all her life. She'd have never guessed the vampire, the red-eyed demon, that had so loved licking the blood off her tits would now be so thoughtful of her health and safety. Lara looked down at her ravaged body, surprised to see little evidence of her mauling beyond what would pass for hickeys under light examination.
"How are you feeling?" said Lara.
"Pretty good," said Seras, sounding like a perfectly normal person who'd just had a refreshing salad lunch. "I don't usually need much blood, really, but it's been a few days."
That was the umpteenth time the vampire had either apologized or made an excuse for her diet since asking Lara to be her evening meal. The blood-lapping demon really was gone, thought Lara. Despite all the things she and Seras had done with each other, asking to drink her blood had been difficult.
They showered together, Lara making Seras cum with her tongue once they were both clean. "So who's this friend of yours we're going to go see?" said Seras, dry, wrapped in a white cotton bathrobe in Lara's bedroom.
"She's a witch, though I doubt she and Hermione Granger would have much in common," said Lara, opening one of the room's smaller closets. Inside were clothes she rarely wore, and some she had never seen. They looked fashionable enough, the woman she paid to keep it stocked and up-to-date had so far been reliable in that respect. Lara grabbed two outfits and laid them out on the bed. "Which one do you like?"
"Oh, I don't know, I don't wear clothes like that very often," said Seras. "You said we were going to see a witch?"
"Yes, she owns a club on the East End. The Umbra, or something like that. She'll meet us there. We don't have to go in, but we should look like we belong, at least."
"Oh, I see. Why not that one, then?'
She'd picked the black skirt with lace down the sides. It came with a red top that stopped at the midriff. That left Lara with the tight, denim shorts, white tank top, and leather jacket. Seras needed some help getting into her shoes. Low heels with laces running all the way up to the knee.
"People dance in these?" Seras said.
"Not for long," said Lara, walking Seras down to her garage where she let the vampire ogle the cars and motorcycles until settling for the black Lamborghini, a fair blend of discretion and showing-off, perfect for where they were going and what they wanted to do.
"I've never ridden in a cool car!" Seras said. "Sir Integra always has me in military vehicles or black sedans."
"People who fight monsters should drive around in top-end cars," said Lara, accelerating, effortlessly weaving through the nighttime traffic. She parked the car in a garage she knew where it would be safe, not so much from thieves but from gawkers. She led Seras through the side door of a low, brick building, out into another alley then up a flight of stairs to wooden door, painted red. Lara knocked seven times. The door unlatched on its own.
Inside sat a woman dark haired woman sucking on a lolly, dressed in a skin-tight black suit, she had her long legs thrown up and crossed over onto a desk. She peered at them over a sharp looking pair of black spectacles. "Oh dear, what have you gotten into?" she said, removing her glasses and polishing them with a bit of cloth that appeared with a snap of her fingers.
Lara knew what she was talking about, but caught herself looking down at her body anyway. "What do you mean?"
"Probably a good thing you can't see it," said the leggy woman, standing up and strutting over, her high heels clicking pointedly on the wooden floor. She stood a full head over Lara, and made even Seras look short.
"Bayonetta."
"Lara Croft. Who's your vampire friend?"
"Seras Victoria," said Seras, her legs coming together unconsciously. At least she didn't salute.
"It's gotten into you both quite deep," said Bayonetta, strutting around them, looking their figures up and down. "Fortunately, you can't spread it yourselves."
Seras cleared her throat. "Excuse me, I don't mean to be rude, but if you know something about what's happened to us, could you explain?"
Bayonetta stood a centimeter from Seras, starring her down, seeing if she'd shiver and break. "Your idol, it was carved prior to the rise of human civilization by inhuman hands as a tool to commune with an entity from an Outer plane. When it fell into the hands of humans, they mistook it for a fertility idol an worshiped it as such. You know why, of course, but believe me, the thing you're dealing with cares nothing for the concept as we understand it."
"We'd guessed that much," said Seras, looking annoyed at how close Bayonetta stood to her, but refusing to step back.
"Then you've also guessed that it's rubbed off on you a bit? Even far away you feel compelled to do things, to seek out certain types of thrills, yes?"
"I know what I know, it's what I don't know that's bothering me," said Seras through clenched teeth, surprising Lara with her fierceness. She imagined those teeth nibbling her thighs, slowly moving closer to her center.
"Think of it like mold," said Bayonetta. "Except the mold works a bit like a radio antenna and is attuned to the will of an ultrademonic entity, one that's broadcasting from some kind of conduit, say an idol carved in its likeness. The signal can get stronger, it can be blocked, but that mold is going to be tough to get out." She stepped sideways and was in front of Lara, her overbearing way somehow friendlier. "I can work a spell that should block the signal for however long you need, but it won't block it completely, and it comes at the price we discussed."
"Hey, what?" said Seras, making Lara blush.
"Oh, you didn't tell her? If only one of you pays, only one of you gets the spell," said Bayonetta.
"Tell me what?" Seras said. "What's the price for the spell?"
"I want you two to put on a show for some clients of mine. Nothing fancy, just some dancing."
Lara felt the back of her neck getting hot, not over the prospect of doing a striptease, but from Seras glowering at her. "Dancing? I'm a horrible dancer, and I'd probably be even worse at the sort of dancing you're thinking of!"
"I don't doubt it, with that rotten attitude of yours," said Bayonetta, stepping lightly back over to Seras, this time keeping a respectable, if intimate, distance. "Luckily there's a spell for that." She hooked Seras around the waist and pulled her in tight. Their lips met. Rather than go rigid or pull away, Seras melted into Bayonetta, her lips responding in kind to the other's sudden advance. When they parted, Bayonetta stepped lightly away, leaving Seras to sway like a tree tussled by the wind.
"What did you do to her?" said Lara.
"Some might say I've lowered her inhibitions," said Bayonetta, as Seras blinked, a sleeper awakened. "But what I've really done is put her in control. I can do the same for you, if you like."
More out of solidarity than desire, Lara nodded, stepped into Bayonetta's embrace and received the spell. Her lips were sweet. Lara felt a rush of coming through them, cool and electric. She shuddered, briefly tasting the witch's tongue in her mouth before it was gone, leaving her head spinning. When the room was still, she felt lighter on her feet, stronger. Her lungs got more out of each breath, and she felt stifled by her clothes.
"When do we go on? We're in a bit of a hurry," said Lara.
"Whenever you like, love," said Bayonetta, gesturing towards a black door on the other end of the room. "Time works a bit differently where you'll be performing, so don't worry about being late."
Lara took Seras' hand and led her through the black door. "Let's get this over with," she said in the dark, as the door shut behind them.
Red lights kicked on above two silver poles, illuminating a circular floor. There were no walls, only darkness, from which emanated a low drumbeat. Lara felt eyes watching her, and her body responded. She kicked off her shoes, pulled back her jacket, and swung around the closest pole. She watched Seras do the same. The vampire was unsure of herself at first, then surprised when it turned out to be fun.
"This is weird," said Seras, shaking her hips in time with the mysterious drumbeat. "I'm still not very good at it."
Lara leaned her back against her pole, felt the eyes in the dark crawling over her with lecherous interest. She touched her breasts, drawing her hands down as if slowly pulling off something vile. She did the same down her stomach, around her hips, her thighs. She threw her buttocks out as she bent forward, rising up so quick her ponytail snapped.
"Just touch yourself," she said, drawing her hands up her chest, around her neck, lowering herself down the pole and spreading her knees apart. "I take it you don't do much yoga?"
The drumming sped up.
"I sleep in a coffin," said Seras, spinning around the pole, shaking her hips. She focused on Lara, began copying her every move.
Lara slid her hands down her buttocks, pulled them around and slid them between her thighs, watching Seras do the same. When she brought her hands up, she caught the bottom of her shirt. Slowly she pulled it up, stopping just under her breasts. Seras mirrored her. Their eyes met. Lara let one of her breasts out, watching Seras do the same. She teased herself with the other, slowly letting her own free of the white fabric. Finally, her shirt was off, as was Seras'. Lara whipped hers around her pole and leaned dangerously far back. Seras did the same, only her shirt slipped off and she landed on the floor with a thump. Both of them laughed at each other, their mirth rising as each caught up to themselves, remembered where they were and why they'd come.
"You were right, this is weird," said Lara, letting her shirt fall to the floor. She looked down at her breasts, cupped them. The spell she was under made her own body fascinating to her. Fit as she was she'd always had a keen appreciation for it, but this was different. She kept herself in shape for the same reason she kept her pistols cleaned and oiled, not so it would look good, but so it would serve her well. She stood against the pole, held it between her breasts and dipped down, wondering what manner of beings watched her from the shadowy walls.
Seras did her best to stand up erotically, nearly fell over again due to her heels, but she caught the pole and swing around it. She, too, fit the pole between her breasts, squeezed them together, fascinated by her own flesh. The drumbeat was coming hot and heavy. Lara felt it vibrating her, keeping her moving. She undid the button on her shorts, let the zipper down. "Let's get serious about this," she said, wetting two of her fingers with her mouth. She watched Seras copy her, wondered if she was fingering herself in the exact same way.
"How long do we have to do this?" Seras said.
"Until the music stops, probably," said Lara, sliding her shorts down around her ankles, stepping out of them as she did another twirl around the pole. She only hoped Seras' hand wasn't too wet to hold on. She didn't, and Lara a was struck momentarily by the sight of her, completely stripped save for her shoes. Lara walked toe to heel straight for Seras, who stood like a deer caught in a pair of headlights. She came alive again when Lara touched her hips, used them as a guide while she circled her, their bodies lightly touching the whole way around. Stopping in front of Seras, Lara rested her hands on the vampire's shoulders, let them cascade down her body as Lara slowly crouched. The outer lips of Seras' pussy glistened in the red light. Lara licked where it shined, tasting the vampire for what felt like the first time. They eyes on her, whatever their nature, Lara had the impression they could see rather fine details, and so she didn't worry too much about her presentation. Still, she made a show of it, teasing Seras' lips apart with her tongue, being coy about how deep she'd soon go.
Whatever was watching them liked what it saw. The drums sounded faster, the sense of being spied on intensified. Lara thrust her tongue into Seras, curled it to catch the spot the vampire liked, knowing that somehow the watchers could see this, could see what Seras felt. She put on a show for them, flicking her tongue over Seras' sweet spot, pushing it, pulling it, making the vampire's legs wobble. Something rolled across the floor, stopping at Lara's leg. A bright red double-headed dildo as long as her forearm, nubbed at each end. Lara picked it up, showed it to Seras. "I think this is the finale," she said.
Seras got down on her hands and knees, raising her buttocks high, letting Lara gently insert the dildo into her pussy. Whatever it was made out of, it glided inside Seras with little effort. Lara, too, had no trouble guiding it inside her. She let out a soft cry, not expecting such a sudden spike in pleasure. She moved her hips back until her buttocks hit Seras'. They quickly found a rhythm, the drumbeat changed to match them.
Lara rested her forehead against the backs of her hands, forgot where she was, who she was with, became loss in the geyser blasting through her. She moaned shamelessly, listened to Seras doing the same. Her voice caught in her throat the moment the orgasm hit, a big bang between her legs, blasting outward into her every nerve.
Floating in the warm dark she felt their eyes on her; they pulled at her flesh like tentacle suckers, drinking in more than her image. Her eyes fluttered open and she saw them, the watchers. Her mouth opened to scream just as a second orgasm erupted suddenly, blasting her nervous system into glowing filaments.
When her eyes opened again the red light was gone, replaced by soft white. The black walls, now mirrors in which Lara saw herself on her hands and knees, butt-to-butt with Seras. She sucked in a breath as she crawled away, letting the slick dildo fall out of her pussy and hang Seras' until the vampire pulled it out.
"Maybe that means you get a wish?" said Lara.
Seras snorted laughter, covering her mouth. "I wish you'd warned me about this, I'd have mentally prepared myself better."
"You seemed to enjoy it," said Lara, finding it hard to stand, her thigh muscles like jelly.
"I was, until I saw our audience," Seras said with a shudder.
"Let's try not to think about it," Lara said, already working hard on blotting the memory from her mind, though the images would linger.
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