Akira lets out a hot breath in Julie's ear, and rolls her hips back against her, and finds the words to plead with —

"Please," she begs. "Please, take me." 

A heated growl rolls out of Julie's throat, then blue-black cursefire blooms between their hips, burning nothing but clothes. Julie's slacks, Akira's skirt, and both girls' panties burn to ash, though the flames feel like hot, ghostly fingers and tongues, licking and caressing and teasing across Akira's body.

Then Julie grins in satisfaction and grinds her slick cunt directly along Akira's shaft.

Akira startles when the fire blooms, but the heat leaves her untouched... save for the intense wave of sensation that rolls across her whole body. She arches, gasps, and comes down just in time for Julie to grind in directly, claiming her utterly. 

Adrenaline surges through her — but all of it seems to flow directly into her need to be claimed-fucked-taken, leaving her panting with desire. It's incredibly obvious that if Julie had wanted to harm her, she'd be done for, but she doesn't want that. She wants Akira. In every way. 

Akira rolls her hips back against the slick wet heat of Julie's sex, instinct fully in control, and stares up at the beautiful, superhuman woman who's chosen to claim her as her own. The gap between them seems so far, and yet Julie wants her. 

She can do nothing but try to answer that need. 

Julie captures Akira's lips with her own, then lifts her hips just high enough to line up properly, then she plunges her hips back down, tight, wet heat enveloping Akira's cock. She moans heatedly into the kiss.

Akira kisses back and thrusts, never fucking mind the dysphoria. Pleasure like she's never felt before floods her whole body and makes her gasp into Julie's mouth and grab at her body haphazardly.

She's Julie's, utterly and in every way. There's no escaping it.

Julie catches one of Akira's hands and presses it to her breast, then caresses Akira's breast herself. She rises and falls, slow at first, but building a steady rhythm. 

"My moitié," she breathes adoringly between kisses, "ma belle chérie, ma vérité, my sweet, beautiful Akira."

She rolls and clenches around Akira's cock, savoring this wonderful closeness with her beautiful moitié.

Akira's breath is out of control, coming in rushing gasps and heavy shudders. She paws at Julie's breast, trying her best to stroke it, but the sensations are so intense that she's having a hard time keeping her focus. 

"Julie," she breathes. "I love you, I love you, I want you, yes —" She cuts herself off with another gasp.

She rolls and grinds at the bottom of every thrust, her clit rubbing against Akira's mound. She kisses fiercely, savoring every touch and every thrust. She keeps maintaining that steady rhythm, their hips meeting again and again and again, heat building within them both.

"Akira, Akira, je t'aime, je t'aime, je t'aime tellement, my moitié. Yes, yes, you have me, you can have all of me, fill me you beautiful girl, keep filling me up, keep thrusting while I ride you, ma belle chérie."

Akira does her best to follow Julie's instructions, following her rhythm. Her body knows what to do even if she doesn't. 

The pleasure builds and builds, slick tight friction all around her as she fucks her moitié. She's coming apart, it's too much to hold all at once —

"Julie," she gasps. "Julie I'm close —"

Julie bounces with abandon now, her chest heaving, her breath ragged and shaky. She cuts Akira off with a kiss, then replies, "Moi aussi, chérie, me too. Fill me up, ma belle, I want it desperately."

She clenches and flutters around Akira's shaft, moaning as she rides her lover.

Akira stops trying to hold back. Her hips surge up, once, twice, thrice, and she spends herself utterly deep inside Julie as the pleasure crashes down in an incandescent wave. 

She pulls Julie close as her body relaxes, her tension spent. She feels warm and floaty and utterly satisfied. 

"Fuck yes," she murmurs. 

Julie clings tightly to Akira, shuddering and moaning into her neck as she feels her moitié climax, tipping over the edge herself in a beautiful orgasm of her own.

"Oui, mon amour, that was lovely, you beautiful girl, ma belle chérie."

She strokes Akira's hair tenderly.

Akira cradles Julie close in against her body, her breath slowly stilling, and laughs a little to herself. What a rush that was...

She touches her lips to Julie's shoulder and lets out a sigh. 

After several long moments, the presence of Joker finally registers again, and she glances over guiltily.

Joker's face is deeply flushed, but she's grinning hugely. 

"Beautiful," she says. She taps the fingers of her right hand against her left palm in mock applause. "Can't believe you beat me to it."

Akira blushes and hides her face for a moment in the crook of Julie's neck.

Julie laughs warmly and gathers Akira close with a grin, stroking her hair.

"You'll get your turn, bien-aimée," she replies teasingly to Joker.

She leans down to whisper in Akira's ear, "I'm so proud of you, chérie. That was beautiful, vraiment, and you did not let your fear stop you. Such a good girl you are, moitié."

Akira manages a small smile. 

"I... Thank you. I don't —" 

She takes a breath, looks down at herself. "— can you get off me and get me some clothes again, this is — really embarrassing and I'm starting to feel dysphoric again now that — the moment's past."

Julie stands up with a nod, then snaps her fingers thrice. The first two conjure sudden waves of cursefire devouring all the mess, leaving them both clean. The third is a more-detailed conjuring: two full outfits, each appearing draped over one of her arms. Her left holds a bra, panties, and a copy of the cute dress Akira picked out on the trip with Ann. Her right holds a fresh pair of slacks and panties for herself. She holds her left arm out to Akira.

Akira gratefully accepts the clothes, and gets up from the pillow pit to dress herself again. 

This really is a cute dress. 

She looks back over her shoulder at Julie, and ducks her head and grins.

"Thank you. This was — this is exactly what I needed."

She does a little twirl.

Joker smiles. "That dress really does suit you. It's good to see you gaining some confidence."

Akira ducks her head and grins. "Yeah. I mean, that — that was — I have no words." 

Having dressed as well, Julie replies, "A pretty girl deserves a pretty dress, chérie. And I see no need to tie down our pleasure with words, Akira. You do not owe anyone a label, nor an explanation of how it helped or didn't."

She pulls Akira in for a gentle kiss, then whispers, stroking her cheek, "I enjoyed it, you enjoyed it, and you feel good. Nothing more needs to be said."

Akira kisses back, and nods. 

"It did help," she says. "But it's — a lot easier to not talk about it.'

She ducks her head. "Again, thank you.'

Joker sighs. "You have a habit of saying thank you too often, Akira. But I'll accept you really mean it here."

She gets up from the pillow pit and walks up to Akira, then pauses for a moment to assess her coolly.

Akira turns to look at Joker questioningly.