Plausible Deniability

TITLE: Plausible Deniability
AUTHOR: WotanAnubis
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Ar tonelico 2: Melody of Metafalica or any of its characters. No profit is being made.
RATING: NC-17
PAIRING: Cloche/Luca
NOTE: I've been in a real writing funk lately. So clearly writing for a fandom nobody cares about is the smart thing to do right now.


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Lady Cloche Leythal Pastalia gratefully slipped into the hot water. It had been far too long since she'd last had a proper bath. Oh, certainly, she'd been bathing quite often lately, but it was always so her body could absorb the power of yet more Dualithnode crystals. It didn't really help relax her, especially since she was always sharing the water with Luca and Jacqli. Not that she really minded bathing with them, it was simply that their presence made it quite difficult to relax.

Not today, though. Today she was going to have the bath all to herself and the only thing she felt obliged to do was to simply take it easy.

Of course, she probably wasn't going to simply take it easy. After all, when she'd prepared the bath she'd kinda sorta accidentally spilled quite a lot of Softly Sexy bath salts into the water on purpose. So while she was going to relax and take it easy, it was... conceivable... that she was going to relax in quite a tense way. Of course, Lady Cloche Leythal Pastalia was far too dignified to relieve herself of her own tension or even feel such tension, but... well... a Reyvateil bathing in aphrodisiac could not be held entirely responsible for her own actions, right?

Cloche sighed happily and closed her eyes. The water felt hot on her bare skin and filled her body with a pleasing warmth. She slouched a little, allowing the water to reach her chin and spread her legs almost unconsciously. An idle finger began tracing circles on her inner thigh, the simple motion somehow making her feel warmer still. Cloche smiled when she slowly felt her cock beginning to harden. Even though every IPD Reyvateil had one, Cloche had been... discouraged... from drawing any kind of attention to that fact, including any attention of her own.

But here she was, in private, completely alone, her hands nowhere near her growing dick. It wasn't her fault that she was getting an erection. And since there was nobody around, there wasn't anyone who could blame her for indulging herself just this once. No guilt, no embarrassment. Just Cloche and her own body. And what a curious body it was. Everything about her was soft and smooth, but what was still growing between her legs was thick and rigid. The contradiction was... oddly delightful. She felt like she could just sit here with her hard-on and feel perfectly satisfied.

The hand that had been resting on Cloche's inner thigh moved slowly up. Yes, simply experiencing a guiltfree erection would but perfectly satisfactory, but actually enjoying it would be even more satisfying.

Carefully keeping her breath steady, Cloche let her slender fingers run up her rigid shaft, brushing it with her fingertips. It was a small, gentle touch, but it nevertheless managed to send a delightful little shiver through her aroused body. She moved her fingers up and down her cock slowly, leisurely, enjoying the way it made her feel like she was glowing with a heat that became just a tad more intense with every time she'd travelled from the tip to the base or back.

It didn't take too long before the heat within her body became just a touch too intense and Cloche decided that the slow wandering of her fingertips wasn't quite good enough. Biting her lower lip, she slowly wrapped her fingers around her shaft. She gasped once her hand had closed around it completely. Her erection felt impossibly hot in the palm of her hand, its rigidity somehow making her sharply aware of her awakening lust. Cloche suddenly found herself panting, small tremors running through her body. As the Neo Grand Bell's Holy Maiden she wasn't supposed to have a sexuality, so the simple experience of... of holding this obvious expression of her desires was... was powerful. More powerful than she'd expected.

And she hadn't even begun jerking off yet.

Cloche held her breath, hot with anticipation, and slowly-

"Hey, are you taking a bath?"

Cloche managed not to shriek in surprise, but that was about all. Her hand flew away from her cock and she jumped, the upper half of her body suddenly rising out of the water again with a splash.

Luca stood in the door opening, a pink towel wrapped around her body, washcloth in hand. Seeing her reminded Cloche that she didn't have a towel wrapped around herself and that she was giving Luca quite a nice view of her shapely breasts. Somehow this didn't worry her as much as it should.

"Oh, did I interrupt something?" Luca asked.

"I was just taking a normal bath," Cloche said. "Privately."

"Oh. Right," said Luca. "It's just... well, when I hear running water I figured someone has found a new crystal and... I'll just leave you to it then."

"Wait," Cloche said before she could stop herself.

"Yes?" Luca asked.

Cloche looked at the girl. She knew she should tell her to go. That was the smart thing to do. Inviting her to join her would only lead to complications. Every time they bathed with Softly Sexy in the water was a struggle to keep their hands off each other. And they usually failed on top of that. Granted, they hadn't quite crossed the line into indecency yet, but... it would probably be unwise to tempt fate.

Then again... why the struggle at all? Yes, Softly Sexy made the both of them feel quite... open... to each other, but it wasn't as if it was an entirely alien feeling imposed upon them both from outside. All it did was arouse what was already there. So perhaps they should just give in to temptation just this once, just to see what would happen. Perhaps it would turn into nothing and they could get it out of their systems. Perhaps it would be wonderful and they could still get it out of their systems.

Perhaps Luca would jerk her off.

"You can join me if you like," Cloche said, trying to keep her voice steady and failing to banish images of Luca unceremoniously dropping her towel on the floor from her mind. "But... I should probably warn you... I've... I've put some Softly Sexy in the water."

"I thought something smelled nice," Luca said. "So, uhm... right now you're... you know..."

"Yes," Cloche answered honestly. "And if you join me, so will you."

Luca looked hesitant for a moment, probably considering the same options Cloche had, but without being aroused already.

"Well, what's the harm?" the dark-haired finally said, her voice just a touch too bright.

Cloche blinked. "Are you sure? Not that I mind, but..."

"No, I'm sure. I haven't had a nice bath in a while anyway."

Luca walked further into the bathroom and, without any apparent ceremony, dropped her towel on the floor. Cloche stared mutely at her, the sudden sight of her naked body so overpowering that she almost didn't feel the happy twitching of her cock. Her eyes ran all over her gloriously exposed body and for a brief moment she wondered if she should envy or pity Luca for being a regular Reyvateil and therefore having nothing between her legs but a very tempting looking pussy. It was an idle consideration and one that got pushed further and further into the back of Cloche's mind with every step Luca took towards the bath.

"Ooh, this feels nice," Luca cooed as she slid into the warm water.

"Y-yes," Cloche managed, disappointed that part of Luca's body had disappeared from sight, but happy that she was still getting closer.

"It's even nicer than when I'm alone."

Cloche blinked. Had she just heard that? Had she just understood that?

"Are you saying that you also use Softly Sexy in private?"

"Well, of course," Luca grinned as she slowly waded closer. "It makes you feel so nice, doesn't it?"

Cloche nodded. There was no denying that.

Luca reached her, her breasts almost touching her own, her lips almost meeting.

"By now we'd be telling ourselves to get a grip," Luca whispered.

"Mmm," Cloche replied.

"Thing is... right now... I don't really feel like getting a grip. Unless it's... you know... on you," she added.

"I know," said Cloche. "It's the bath salts."

"Yeah," said Luca. "Of course."

They kissed. Cloche hadn't known what to expect, but apparently this was it. Luca's lips were gentle, but... certain... and Cloche could only hope she responded in kind. Still, she had the feeling that even if she were the clumsiest kisser in Metafalss, Luca wouldn't have minded. But while Cloche would've been happy to just kiss for a while, Luca was apparently already a bit more eager. She pulled herself closer to her, stradling her, rubbing against her, lips against lips, breasts against breasts, lower stomach against cock.

Cloche broke the kiss and whined softly when she felt Luca's warm, naked body pressing against her shaft. The girl looked confused for a moment, then gave her a grin that so naughty it was almost evil. She began moving slowly, deliberately, grinding herself against Cloche with very special attention paid to her sensitive dick. Cloche gasped when she felt Luca's soft, smooth skin writhe against her hardness, hotly aroused pleasure growing slowly within her naked body.

Still grinning, Luca leaned in and kissed her again. Having gotten used to the first shock of pleasure, Cloche managed to return it even though Luca never once paused in writhing against her body. Cloche moaned quietly against Luca's lips, but fell silent when she felt the tip of the girl's tongue slip into her mouth, where it found and danced with her own.

Again Cloche became sharply aware of a strange duality in her body. Raw lust radiated from between her legs, hungry and eager, all but demanding more from Luca's willing body. Yet from her lips there traveled a kind of sophisticated desire, content to experience Luca's gentleness and not at all in a hurry to give in to her more carnal wants. It was a strange, conflicting and yet complimentary mix of feelings that burned in her chest and somehow made her feel like she was soaring.

Luca pulled away slowly. She was still grinning, but her eyes had darkened with lust and she wasn't as obviously in control of herself any more as she had been. She rose slowly and with definite intent. Cloche watched her for a moment, then leaned in quickly and kissed one of her breasts. She heard Luca hiss as her lips pressed against her soft flesh and the simple sound sent a horny shiver running through her. Cloche wasn't entirely sure why she'd decided to kiss her breasts. After all, she was pretty certain Luca had intended to lower herself again and take her inside of her. But as her modest yet perky breasts had passed her, she simply couldn't not kiss them.

As Cloche kissed her way across Luca's breasts, she couldn't decide what was better: the feeling of her skin against her lips or the sounds of Luca's soft, aroused whimpering. She let her tongue slip out of her mouth, lapping up droplets of water off Luca's breasts and leaving shimmering saliva in her wake. Before too long, Luca was writhing again, not to turn Cloche on even more, but simply as an expression of the pleasure the blonde's simple licking and lapping awoke within her. Cloche felt warmth welling up inside of her at the display and kissed Luca's breasts ever more eagerly, lapping at her curves or sucking on her nipples, every shiver of Luca's body and every aroused whimper from her lips stoking her own pleasure.

Eventually Cloche felt a hand grab her hair and she found herself pulled away from Luca's breasts. She looked up into the girl's dazed and horny eyes, then found herself kissed by her again, her lips eager and her tongue hungry.

Then Luca lowered herself onto Cloche.

Cloche squealed softly when she felt Luca's tightness first close around her shaft. Soon she found herself panting and moaning as Luca lowered herself further, taking her deeper inside of herself. Luca stopped once the whole of Cloche's cock was inside her pussy. The two girls remained still for one intense moment, pleasure trembling through their bodies, ready to burst into a glorious blaze the moment either of them moved.

Luca rose and fell slowly, probably still trying to get used to the feeling of Cloche penetrating her, but all Cloche felt was Luca's inner walls sliding up and down along her erect shaft, sending waves of pleasure through her that burned through her body and choked her chest, forcing aroused moans from her lips. The waves of pleasure started coming faster one after the other and the moans spilling from Cloche's lips grew ever louder as Luca became comfortable with her and began bouncing up and down with more certainty.

Cloche tried to hold Luca close, tried to again kiss those wonderful breasts as they passed, but the most she could do was embrace her weakly and randomly lap at her skin as the girl rose and fell on her cock. Luca grew ever bolder, almost animalistic in her moving, fucking her harder and yet erratically, sometimes taking the full length of Cloche's shaft inside of her, sometimes hungrily stroking her purple head with her pussy, bathwater splashing all over the place no matter what she did. It was disorganised and bewildering and the pleasure that tore through Cloche became all the more powerful for being unexpected. The only thing in harmony between them were their moans, weaving a song of lust of between them.

The song grew in strength until Cloche thought it might've been powerful enough to create Metafalica. Or would've thought if wasn't for the pleasure dancing through her body or the lust veiling her mind. The heat inside of her rose and rose until she could barely contain it any longer. Still she hung on, instinctively struggling against the orgasm she could already feel throbbing in her loins, ready to spill into Luca.

The moment came when Luca practically slammed down on her one last time, screaming, her already tight pussy squeezing Cloche's cock as she came. Cloche groaned deeply as she orgasmed as well. She felt blissful pleasure wash through her shivering body even as she felt her own climaxing member fill Luca with her semen. Still in the grips of her own orgasm, Luca suddenly squealed and shuddered with a renewed burst of lust and although Cloche couldn't tell if the change was because of the feeling of her coming inside of her, the idea that it was her seed that drove Luca to an even greater height served only to enhance her own orgasmic bliss.

Luca came down first and carefully got off Cloche. The blonde gasped when she felt her pussy leave her softening, but still very sensitive cock. As Luca sat down next to her, Cloche became aware of the fact that the bathwater wasn't as clean as it had been, but somehow she just couldn't bring herself to care right now.

"That was nice," Luca panted.

Cloche smiled. "Yes, it... it was," she said. "And I... wouldn't mind if we took more baths together in the future. In private."

"Sounds fun," Luca purred. "Should we stock up on Softly Sexy?"

"We might as well," Cloche replied. "For now."