The Cats Will Play

Title: The Cats Will Play
Fandom: Mezzo
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Momomi/Sakura
Summary: Takes place pre-series. Sakura shows her appreciation for the woman that saved her.


Momomi Momoi sat on the couch in her lavish apartment, waiting for the water in the shower to stop running. She had taken in a stray named Sakura earlier in the day. The girl had been about to become yet another victim of the gang which had been raping runaway girls. Since this had been happening on her turf, Momomi had to intervene, lest her father think ill of her. Random gangs were bad for business, and she couldn't afford to show weakness or else lose the fearful respect she'd won from the locals and her underlings.

Sakura had thanked Momomi profusely for saving her. The girl was quite good-looking with a nice body, so Momomi decided to take her in. It wasn't as though Momomi had gone out of her way to help the girl. She had needed to deal with the gang anyway. But Momomi was curious to see the depths of Sakura’s gratitude.

The stray walked out of the bathroom into the main room, body wrapped in one towel as she dried her dark hair with another. She startled slightly at the sight of the other girl reclining on the couch.

“Oh, hello, Momomi,” Sakura said. “I didn’t know that you had gotten back.”

Momomi smirked slightly, watching Sakura dry her dark locks. “I just had a few things to tidy up,” she answered, amused by the remembered scene of blood oozing from the crack in her victim’s skull, “Nothing major.”

Sakura smiled at the other woman. “I want to thank you again for what you did for me, Momomi. I don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t been there,” she told her honestly.

Momomi rose from her seat on the couch to approach the girl, enjoying the sensation of the plush white carpet against her bare feet as she stalked toward her target. “It’s no big thing.”

The other girl shook her head. “No! You were great! I’ve never seen a girl as skilled as you are." Sakura lowered her eyes, hating how she still felt so inadequate. "I wish I could be like that.” In her mind's eye, she pictured a different girl who had abandoned her long before. She was always the moth circling the flame, wasn't she? But what Sakura wanted was to become that fire. Or at least cup it in her hands and let it burn her.

Sakura was startled from her reverie by the sensation of Momomi reaching out to finger her damp locks. “I could teach you a few things if you like," Momomi told her, golden eyes glittering. "And if you really want to thank me, I’ll show you the proper way.”

Sakura blushed slightly as Momomi slid her hand down the side of her face, cupping her cheek. Was the other girl’s intention really what it seemed to be, or was she being toyed with? Sakura wasn't used to this kind of behavior from other women. She swallowed reflexively. And if the situation was as she perceived it to be, was it really such a big deal? She had sold herself for less over the past few months to men who were far less deserving. Sakura glanced about at the lavish surroundings she had been welcomed into before gazing into the other woman's eyes. Sakura owed her, didn’t she?

“H-How exactly would you like me to thank you, Momomi?” she asked hesitantly, just in case she was wrong.

The other girl laughed outright. “Oh, come on! You know what I'm getting at.” She caressed the area of skin on Sakura’s chest above the towel with her fingertips, making the dark-haired girl shiver. “I’m sure that you’ve done things like this before.”

Grasping the towel, Momomi tugged it from where it was tucked, causing it to fall, pooling around the other girl’s feet. Sakura reflexively tried to cover herself with her hands in vain, her crossed arms only partly covering her ample bossom. The way she covered them only seemed to excite the other girl, judging by Momomi's leer. Sakura bit her lip. She would have expected this from a man, but not from another girl. She couldn't picture Mikura behaving this way.

Momomi laughed as she grasped Sakura’s wrists, moving her obscuring hands. “Don’t cover that beautiful body of yours,” she purred. “Let me see.”

Sakura tried to hide her nervousness as Momomi explored her body with her hands. The yakuza boss began to massage Sakura's soft breasts. The dark-haired girl sighed as thumbs rolled over her hardening nipples. Momomi caught her open lips in a demanding kiss, tongue thrusting inside repeatedly. Sliding her arms around Sakura's body, Momomi pulled her close. Sakura felt a hand sliding down to stroke a pert cheek, moving toward the cleft between them. Momomi grinned against the other girl’s lips as she slid her digits along the growing moistness there before pushing two fingers inside. Sakura gasped and stiffened at the sensation initially before relaxing somewhat, moaning into the other girl's mouth as Momomi stroked her fingers inside her core.

Breaking the kiss wetly, Momomi used her free hand to grasp one of Sakura’s perky breasts firmly. She leaned in to suckle an erect nipple, causing the other girl to gasp. The yakuza boss gave a similar treatment to its twin as she continued to work her fingers within the other girl. Sakura gave open mouthed moans from the way she was being treated. Momomi removed her fingers from within Sakura’s center after a time, taking them up to her lips to taste.

“Hmm, nice,” Momomi said after suckling on them. “I think I want some more of that.”

Kneeling in front of the street girl, Momomi nudged her legs further apart. She leaned in to lap at the area between newly trimmed lips, suckling on the nubbin there intermittently. Sakura began to tremble as she groaned aloud. She braced herself by placing both hands on Momomi’s shoulders as she shuddered from the intense pleasure. Sakura questioned whether she'd be able to stand for much longer given how she was being pleasured. No one had ever done anything like this to her before, though she'd fantasized about it.

Noticing the state of her new lover, Momomi urged the girl to lie down on the soft carpeting. Sakura did so, spreading her legs wantonly for more of the delicious treatment that the yakuza boss was doling out. Momomi smirked as she began to undress, watching the other girl play with her breasts idly as she watched. This brat was a greedy little thing once she got warmed up. But Momomi would teach her how to be more giving.

After she was naked, Momomi approached the girl. She knelt on the floor, head toward the other’s feet. Sakura realized what was going to be expected of her. Momomi straddled Sakura’s body as she spread the girl’s thighs. Leaning in, she tasted her prize as the other girl shuddered. Sakura groaned as Momomi suckled her. Looking up, she could see the boss’ pink and inviting core. Sakura was inexperience when it came to women, so she figured that she should try to mimic her new lover. She began by licking the area, making Momomi pause in her work to shiver before burying her head between Sakura’s thighs again. While Sakura moaned as she suckled the pink nubbin before her, the vibrations an added pleasure for Momomi, the yakuza boss took up thrusting two fingers within the girl.

Sakura began to buck up against the probing fingers, perspiration beading on her creamy skin. Momomi soon decided that it was time to pick up the pace in their lovemaking. Rising up to a squatting position, Momomi attempted to dismount as Sakura continued to try to suck her. The yakuza boss laughed. “Hold on, sweetheart. Let me go get something.”

Sakura watched Momomi leave the room for a moment. She returned holding something in her hands that made Sakura's eyes widen. She watched Momomi toss a bottle of lubricant to the floor near her before putting on a strap-on, adjusting the fastenings. Momomi began to stroke the long false member as she approached Sakura, grinning wickedly.

Momomi motioned to the girl to rise up, saying, “Come over here and suck me.” When Sakura looked as though she would get to her feet, Momomi shook her head. "No, I think you'd look better crawling."

Sakura blushed faintly. She hadn't realized that Momomi was one for these kind of games. But Sakura could hardly complain, considering all that the woman had done for her. So she sank back down to her knees obligingly, crawling over a short distance to fellate the dildo. Chuckling, Momomi took Sakura’s head into her hands to hold it steady as she thrusted into her waiting mouth. The other girl tried to relax her throat as it was invaded by the false member, strangely excited by the rough treatment. After a few moments of this, Momomi decided to get started with the actual fun.

“Turn around,” she bid the other girl.

Before Sakura had completely complied, Momomi grasped her waist, thrusting deep inside of her core, causing her to grunt. She quickly set up a punishing pace, the slapping of skin audible in the room. Sakura moaned loudly at the reaming that she was receiving. She didn’t know that it could be like this between women, an aggression usually found in men. Arms weak, Sakura rested her upper body against the soft carpeting as her rear remained in the air.

While Momomi was getting off on the grunts and whimpers of the street girl, she decided that hearing the girl cry out would be much more pleasing. Leaning over while still inside of the girl, Momomi retrieved the bottle of lubricant that lay on the floor nearby. Pulling out, she lathered the piece of rubber with it. Frowning, Sakura turned her head to see why her lover had stopped. She was surprised to feel a great deal of pressure at her other entrance as Momomi began to push inside.

Sakura groaned, rising up onto her hands and knees shakily. “W-Wait, Momo. Not so fast.” She'd had some guys who would want this kind of thing, but she was hardly used to it, especially without prior preparation.

Grinning, Momomi grasped her waist firmly, pushing into the girl a bit too quickly as she moaned from discomfort. She hardly gave the girl time to adjust before sinking in to the hilt. Moments after burying herself inside, Momomi thrust roughly inside of her with Sakura initially crying out in pain. Sakura wanted to ask the other woman to stop, but feared doing so given who she was dealing with. After a time, the pain lessened to a dull burn that became almost pleasant. Momomi pounded into the girl, enjoying the noises that she made. Perspiration beaded on her forehead from the exertion. She reached under the street girl with one hand to haphazardly finger Sakura as she began to moan louder. Back arching, Sakura came, her essence trickling down her thighs.

Needing to find her own release, Momomi pulled out, chest heaving as she quickly unfastened the strap-on. She tossed it, not caring where it ended up falling. She rolled the panting girl over and straddled her face, burying a hand in her dark hair. “Do it,” Momomi demanded, fondling one of her heavy breasts. Sakura did as she was ordered, licking the other girl’s center as she shuddered. She alternated between sucking the nubbin and stabbing her center with her tongue. The sensations soon became too much. Crying out, Momomi came into the girl’s waiting mouth as she drank her in. Sighing, Momomi dismounted, shifting to lay back against the carpet. Sakura soon sidled up beside her, throwing an arm across Momomi's chest. Despite the fact that the woman had an obvious cruel streak, she could give Sakura the protection she needed, and maybe that was enough.

Turning her head to look into Sakura's needy eyes, Momomi smirked. She supposed that she could keep the girl around for a while. She was so fun to play with.

End