Work Text:
Knock knock knock
sounded three quick but soft knocks on the door of Zani’s office, the Montelli employee’s head shooting up toward it as she stopped her typing, stepping away from her laptop as she stands up to welcome the visitor.
That being none other than Phoebe, coming in to see her girlfriend as she always does, a radiant smile on her face and hands and adjusting her hat as she walks inside.
“Hello, amore.” Zani greets her, also smiling, her dull and boring workday instantly brightened up by her favorite acolyte.
Phoebe greets her in turn with a “hi, darling, I missed you so much” and hugging her tightly. Zani hugs her back, making sure she doesn’t squeeze her too much as she buries her face in the blonde’s neck, inhaling her sweet scent.
She then lifts her head, planting a loving kiss on Phoebe’s lips, the blonde humming in appreciation. A sneaky tail wraps itself around Phoebe’s lower back, the acolyte moving one of her hands back to stroke it gently.
“I missed you too, you don’t even know how much.” Zani chuckles as they step apart, walking back to her chair and sitting down.
“I think I do.” Phoebe giggles, following her so she is standing in front of her. “You’ve been texting me more than usual.” She points to her terminal, still glowing with the notifications of three unopened messages Zani sent her while she was on her way to the horned girl’s office.
Zani blushes, rubbing the back of her neck sheepishly. “E-erhm, can I get something for you? Water, tea-oh! A chair perhaps.” She moves to get up but is stopped by Phoebe plopping down onto her lap, making herself comfortable.
“No, I’m good! Thank you.” She punctuates her gratefulness by leaning in, cupping one of Zani’s cheeks with her palm and kissing the other, making Zani blush even more. The horned girl proceeds to turn her head away and pretends to cough, willing to calm her rapidly beating heart and flaming cheeks as the acolyte giggles.
Phoebe then takes off her hat, putting it on Zani’s desk and glancing at her laptop. “What are you working on?” She asks curiously, squinting her eyes to see more closely, though she still gets lost among all the shapes and words and opened tabs on the computer.
“Just revising some of the Vault’s security measures via the online system. Also stuff regarding guard echo maintenance, safe locations and new ID cards for the employees-” Zani tries to explain but glances at Phoebe to see her just staring in confusion, so she sighs with a smile and a shake of her head, planting a kiss on the blonde’s cheek.
“I’ll just leave you to it.” Phoebe chuckles awkwardly, turning her head so she can kiss Zani’s lips instead. The horned girl happily obliges, her arms sneaking around the acolyte’s slim waist as the kiss deepens, tongues meeting and soft sighs escaping both women’s lips.
The kiss lasts longer than a minute, leaving both of them flushed and panting once they part, a string of saliva still connecting them.
“Than’s not very ”leaving me to it,“ miss.” Zani teases, her tone along with the formality used makes Phoebe squirm in her lap. She weakly punches Zani’s chest, though from the way she’s blushing and pouting it’s clear she is enjoying it.
“Besides, I can take a little break. Gotta pay some attention to my girl after all.” Zani grins and Phoebe blushes even more, yelping when Zani suddenly pulls her even closer, each of her legs at Zani’s sides as she is pulled into another kiss.
The devious tail moves once again, even slipping beneath Phoebe’s top to caress her back. After a few more minutes Phoebe feels like she’s going to melt, lying limply against her beloved with heaving breaths and a throbbing core.
Her arms are wrapped around Zani’s shoulder and face is buried in her neck, legs slightly shaking and as she thinks they will continue Zani suddenly stops, pulling her back so they’re face to face.
“I’m so sorry amore, I actually have to work now or I won’t finish until very late.” Zani’s tone is genuinely apologetic, eyes cast downwards when she sees the flash of disappointment in Phoebe’s eyes. But the acolyte swallows and inhales deeply to calm herself down, nodding her head.
She understands Zani is still clocked in and can’t get too distracted. Though it is a bit jarring when Zani swiftly and seemingly with no issue adjusts Phoebe in her lap so she is sitting sideways with her legs together, waist being held steady by Zani’s tail and strong arms by her sides already typing away at the keyboard.
However, Zani notices the startled expression on Phoebe’s face and stops, kissing her shoulder before her lips graze the acolyte’s ear.
“You okay?” She murmurs, her breath hot and tone even hotter, making Phoebe shiver again as she rubs her thighs together. Phoebe nods, pushing down her selfish desires and quietly wondering how Zani is able to snap back into work so quickly, especially right when things were getting interesting…
“Y-yes.” Phoebe stutters and clears her throat. “Erm, sorry, your kisses are just too distracting.” She giggles and settles more comfortably against her beloved.
“I understand your work is important and I’m content with watching you, just like last time.” Her smiles fades slightly as she recalls what exactly happened last time - she was sitting on Zani’s lap watching her work, yes, but then it led to her tail being too naughty and suddenly Phoebe was pressed against the work desk with her tights pulled down and the tail-
Phoebe clenches her jaw, trying her best to dispel these thoughts before they delve into dangerous territory (as if they didn’t already). Zani just replies with “okay, I promise to take another break soon, yeah?” and keeps typing away, soon only the sound of clacking from the laptop’s keyboard filling the room.
For a few moments, Phoebe manages to calm her aching body enough to actually sit still and attempt to understand what is going on Zani’s screen, recalling her explanation from earlier. However, despite trying her hardest she finds herself lost amongst the complicated graphs and terminology once more and thus gives up, her gaze instead drifting down towards Zani’s rapidly typing fingers.
She gulps as her throat suddenly feels drier the longer she stares at the digits, Zani’s warmth breath still grazing her neck, both comforting and unfortunately for her, arousing.
Zani’s long and slender fingers move across the keyboard with ease, she doesn’t even need to look at them to know what she’s typing. Phoebe studies those calloused hands perhaps for a bit too long, her traitorous mind bringing up memories of countless nights and even days when those fingers were entirely elsewhere, doing entirely something else.
The blonde swallows thickly once more as she feels a throb within her core, feeling considerably empty. She doesn’t want to move in Zani’s lap too much as not to distract her, but damn those fingers and the way they could fill her up so well-
Oh! But as she shifts on the Zani’s lap, the white-haired woman’s thighs moving to adjust her position, she feels something else that could also, actually even more so, fill her up good.
Maybe Zani isn’t that unaffected after all.
Phoebe opens her mouth to speak, but quickly closes it, deciding to be a tease instead. After all, isn’t it only fair after Zani had stopped so abruptly and left her like this?
So, the acolyte instead tilts her head and kisses Zani’s cheek, the sudden motion surprising the horned girl. But she anything but complains, briefly pausing to smile and hold the blonde’s waist with a hand, giving her a kiss in turn.
But when she turns back to her work Phoebe does it again, this time also leaning back and pressing her clothed behind right against Zani’s crotch. The horned girl lets out a squeak, however, oblivious as ever, doesn’t realize Phoebe did that on purpose.
“Careful, sweetheart.” She only murmurs, placing a kiss right beside the blonde’s ear, her warmth breath causing a shiver to run down the acolyte’s spine.
Yet she feels how Zani remains tense beneath her, her hand still holding Phoebe’s waist, her eyes not entirely focused on the screen in front of her. For both there is something still simmering beneath the surface, a lingering arousal that just refuses to quell and demands attention.
And poor Phoebe just doesn’t know what to do with herself.
So after a few more minutes of quiet whining, more thigh shuffling and “accidental” rubbing against Zani’s hard bulge the horned girl suddenly stops her work and buries her face in the acolyte’s neck, inhaling deeply.
“A-amore…” Zani breathes out, her lips pressed against smooth skin. Phoebe tilts her head, her lips trembling, a mixture of arousal and shame at being so needing when her beloved needs to work mingling within her.
She sighs in equal frustration. Isn’t there a way for them to pleasure each other, but in a way Zani can still focus on work?
“Zaniii…” She whines and Zani lifts her head before nosing her cheek. The expression on her face is unreadable, but Phoebe can tell she’s holding back.
“I’m so sorry Phoebe, I… I just…” Zani chokes out, wanting to avert her gaze but the blonde cupping her cheeks prevents the action, thus forcing her to look into her violet eyes.
“I know, darling.” She murmurs, pressing an understanding kiss to her mouth. Yet once again, it goes further than intended with lips parting and tongues briefly meeting before they part, a red hue on each of their cheeks.
Phoebe shifts once more, the motion making her graze against the now straining bulge for the umpteenth time, but suddenly an idea strikes her.
“Zani, what if I just… put it in? You don’t even have to move, and we both can get some s- stimulation to get some r-relief, but you can still keep working.” Phoebe explains but stutters in embarrassment, though the heated look Zani gives her is more than enough of an answer.
“Like… I will stay inside you but won’t move?” Zani makes sure she understands correctly, her still clothed and straining cock twitching at what Phoebe is proposing.
Phoebe nods and Zani thinks for a few more beats before nodding. “Okay, but are you still sure you can handle it? I’m a bit unsure myself, I’ve never been inside you without moving for too long, especially when needing to work…”
“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.” Phoebe quickly assures her with a kiss to the cheek, but Zani shakes her head with a “no, I want to do it.”
“Then I can handle it, really. I’m sure it will be fine.” The blonde, all giddy now, exclaims and stands up briefly so Zani can unzip her pants.
Phoebe helps her by squatting down, spreading Zani’s thighs and taking out her cock, still semi-hard but already leaking. It only takes a few more strokes and a kiss to the tip for it to get hard enough to insert, a bead of precum rolling down the shaft to the base. The blonde gulps, forcing herself upward to stand lest she gets distracted.
She pulls down her tights and shorts, revealing her already wet center. She turns around and sits back on Zani’s lap, her back pressed to the horned girl’s well-endowed chest. She expects Zani to lift her up and put her cock in, but she instead slides those wonderful fingers of hers down, pinching her clit and rubbing at her entrance.
“Z-Zani!” Phoebe gasps, hips bucking into Zani’s hand.
“Shh, amore, just making sure you’re wet enough to take me.” Zani murmurs into her ear, Phoebe yelping as two fingers slide into her. Zani only does a few thrusts and scissors her fingers, deciding that Phoebe is indeed wet enough.
“Ready?” Zani pulls out her fingers and asks Phoebe as she grips her member, Phoebe lifting her hips so she can align it with her entrance.
“Yes.” She replies in a hushed whisper and sinks down, thankfully wet enough to take Zani in a single stroke.
They both sigh in pleasure, Zani’s hands automatically moving to Phoebe’s chest, squeezing briefly before one of her hands moves lower, caressing the slight bulging outline of her cock on the acolyte’s tummy.
Phoebe lets out a whimper, pupils widening as she watches Zani’s fingers graze across her tummy and she heaves, breathing suddenly a difficult task as she is filled up completely.
Now this is when normally Zani would already be moving, thrusting, massaging her inner walls and hitting each and every sensitive spot in tandem.
But no, she stays still as they agreed, which puts constant pressure on Phoebe’s core and keeps her continually stretched, the thick cockhead nudging her most sensitive spot. All these sensations aren’t uncomfortable, far from it, subtle yet hot pleasure spreading through the blonde’s body each time her inner walls flutter around the throbbing member.
Zani doesn’t seem to be faring much better, her breaths equally labored as they both get used to the feeling. She fights the urge to buck her hips upwards, instead busying herself by gripping Phoebe’s hips and asking her “are you alright?” in a hushed whisper.
Phoebe takes a deep breath and nods, somewhat calming down despite her own core throbbing. She replies with a “yes, you?” trying not to whimper again.
“Y-yes.” Zani stutters and clears her throat, releasing the blonde’s hips to continue typing away at her laptop. It takes her a little to get back into her working rhythm, but finds it quite easily, eyes already intently focused on the screen.
However, Phoebe doesn’t calm so quickly or simply, feeling so full yet not satisfied in the slightest. Rather, this seems to fan out the heated desire within her even more.
But she stays still, surprising herself. She had adjusted and got used to the feeling of being so constantly stretched, though her walls keep fluttering periodically.
With confidence she looks at the clock, sure plenty of time has passed already. Her expression deflates a bit when she sees it has only been ten minutes.
It doesn’t help that Zani’s shaft constantly twitches and throbs, clearly demanding more friction. But they both stay strong, only occasional whimpers or sighs leaving their mouths.
It is only five minutes later when Phoebe starts to feel her back getting sore as she has been tensely sitting the whole time, afraid to fully relax lest the sensations intensify. But now she feels confident enough to do so and she leans against Zani further, the horned girl giving her an ackowledging nuzzle with her cheek.
Unfortunately for both of them, it makes it worse. So much worse.
Her thighs now put further pressure onto Zani’s, her cock seemingly sinking impossibly deeper. This tiniest friction makes Zani buck her hips uncontrollably, the horned girl gasping as Phoebe moans.
“S-shit, sorry, Phoebe! Maybe we should stop-” Zani forces out but Phoebe shakes her head, craning it to look at her.
“No! I-I mean, no, it’s fine, really.” Her voice is shaky, but she remains still. Zani sighs, kissing her shoulder.
“Alright, but if you really want to stop tell me, okay?”
“Don’t worry, darling, I will.”
They share a quick kiss before Zani returns to her work, yet since that incident her hips seem unable to rest again. She keeps shifting back and forth, making Phoebe’s hands try and anchor her to Zani’s thighs by gripping them, making the white-haired woman throb harder.
But just as Zani can’t take it anymore and wants to stand up to bend Phoebe over the desk a sudden ringing comes from the laptop, startling them both.
What they see on screen makes both of their blood run cold while their hearts hammer faster.
Incoming videocall from Carlotta Montelli
“Shit!” Zani exclaims with Phoebe yelping, both frantically moving to stand up. They both know as it is Zani’s office working hours, she has to pick up the call.
Unfortunately for them in their clumsy movements they both try to stand up at once, which not only leaves Zani still buried deep inside Phoebe, but also for the acolyte to lose balance and fall forward. Her hands hit the keyboard, which coincidentally hits the “accept call” button.
Zani’s eyes widen with panic, and with seemingly lightning speed they sit back down, barely managing to smooth out Phoebe’s skirt to conceal their actions as the call connects.
“Hello Miss Zani- oh, and Miss Phoebe.” Carlotta greets, her eyebrow quirking in only slight surprise. This isn’t the first time she sees Phoebe in Zani’s office, after all she is the one permitting those visits.
Though usually Phoebe is seated on a chair nearby or leaves the webcamera’s view altogether, not seated firmly on the Montelli employee’s lap like she currently is.
And she addresses it right away with “L-lady Carlotta, hello! I, uh, hope you don’t mind me being here, like this, we just got a little… um… comfortable.”
She chuckles awkwardly, grimacing inwardly while Zani struggles to keep a calm expression.
Wow, real smooth Phoebe, real smooth, the acolyte tells herself in her mind.
“Yes, hello!” Zani quickly chimes in “Why are you calling, Lady Carlotta? Hope it’s nothing confidental.” She asks, quietly adding “…or an urgent field deployment…”
Carlotta observes them curiously and the couple, yes even Zani, pray to the Sentinel that whatever she has to say is fine for Phoebe’s ears to hear as well, since getting up would most definitely expose them.
Thankfully, the Montelli heiress shakes her head with a smile. “No, no, I don’t mind at all. And I hate to interrupt your… work… miss Zani, but I do have an urgent matter to discuss, although nothing confidental.” She nods towards the acolyte, signaling Phoebe can indeed stay, comfortable as she is.
That isn’t very much however, as hidden by her skirt and still sheathed deep within her is Zani’s throbbing cock, pulsing but not yet releasing. But Phoebe can feel it, every twitch, throb and movement from not just the member but from Zani herself too.
But Phoebe isn’t calm by any means, her walls squeezing and fluttering almost nonstop now. The burning stretch is still shooting sparks of pleasure up her spine, yet it’s starting to get overwhelming. She only hopes Carlotta won’t occupy them for long.
“Miss Zani, I was just checking the reports you have sent a few minutes ago and some things aren’t adding up. Could you explain them to me, please?” Carlotta asks, her tone firm but not unkind. Zani knows her boss has endless patience, and if she was truly mad, they would definitely know.
“Y-yes, of course! Let me look…” Still, Zani panics, not showing it outwardly but her heart keeps hammering in her chest. She is a meticulous worker, one that pays perhaps too much attention to her work. Making mistakes is something she basically never does.
A spike of fear runs through her at the thought of Carlotta faulting Phoebe for distracting her during working hours and forbiding her from visiting. However, as pleasure still steadily thrums through her, the fear mingling with it creates a cocktail of sensations that leave her knees weak and hips jerking.
Phoebe barely contains her yelp, hoping to mask it as her thighs slipping and not any suspicious motion going on. Luckily Carlotta doesn’t seem to notice, looking intently at a document she just started screensharing for Zani.
“Oh, yes! I see…” The horned girl murmurs, leaning forward to see the screen more closely. Phoebe barely muffles a whimper against her sleeve as the motion, shifts the cock inside her, the slightest bit of friction doing way more than it should.
Like making her whimper and shift in Zani’s lap, feeling how her wetness now steadily drips onto the horned girl’s work pants, most definitely leaving a stain.
Her mind feels like going haywire, but she has to keep a calm face as the two other women discussing something about numbers and overall technical jargon that makes her head spin.
However not as much as the shaft inside her does. Zani actually manages to focus on Carlotta and explaining all the work stuff to her, especially the careless mistakes she made since it is quite hard to think straight while balls deep in her adorable acolyte.
She notices that said acolyte is now basically leaning over, face red and eyes slightly glazed over. She quickly catches her before she falls, both hands and even tail holding her tightly around the waist.
“Miss Phoebe, are you feeling alright?” Carlotta asks, her worried tone and expression clear through the videocall.
“Y-yes, I-I’m sorry, I feel quite lightheaded today.” Phoebe forces out, gritting her teeth when the movement makes the hard cock within her scrape against her front wall. “I-I’m fine, glad Zani is here to hold me steady.” She smiles at Zani and caresses her cheek, Zani smiling back, their moment broken by Carlotta clearing her throat.
“Okay then. I won’t keep you for much longer.” The Montelli says, her tone calm but still eyeing them both with a strange glint in her eye.
When they get to the end of the report, Zani more so stuttering and fumbling out the rest of her explanation and correction of her mistakes, her hips once again refusing to stay still.
Phoebe feels like she’s going insane, every nerve ending on fire, especially in her groin area as she too cannot for the love of Imperator will her hips to stop their movements.
“That will be all then. Thank you Miss Zani, and please, pay better attention next time. It is unlike you to be this… sloppy. Good day, and to you too, Miss Phoebe.” Without waiting for a response the call ends, only a black screen with “call ended” before their eyes.
However, neither of them care as they start rocking against each other full force, all sorts of whimpers, sighs and even moans spilling out of their lips.
"Phoebe stop moving!" Zani forces through gritted teeth and Phoebe shakes her head wildly. "Yyyyoure too stttrong I’m nnnot the one mmmovingggg!"
Phoebe moans and any remaining thread of selfrestraint finally snaps.
Zani abruptly stands up, still holding Phoebe by the waist as her tail anchors itself against her thigh, even helping to spread apart her legs. As she’s adjusted Zani starts slamming into her, the blonde unable to do anything else but moan and gasp.
The friction of Zani’s merciless thrusts burns so good within her, her overly sensitive pussy spasming and fluttering against the pistoning shaft. Zani seems to be in equal ecstasy, one hand moving to the acolyte’s tummy to put gentle but firm pressure on it, enhancing their pleasure.
It doesn’t take long for either of them to finish, and as Phoebe turns her head and Zani captures her lips in a passionate kiss that muffles her loudest moans she cums, hard, staining Zani’s pants with her juices even further.
Her legs shake and threaten to give out, but Zani’s strong hands keep her steady, muscles flexing under her shirt. They break the kiss with gasps, Zani murmuring “that’s it amore that’s it fuck you’re so hot like this-”
And she climaxes right after, burrowing herself impossibly deep as she shoots jets of hot, thick cum deep within her beloved. Phoebe can only moan weakly at the feeling, nearly collapsing as she leans forward.
They both clumsily fall back into the chair, sweaty, panting and flushed. Zani quickly pulls out, not minding the few stray drops of cum that ended up on Phoebe’s thighs as she cradles her in her lap, nuzzling against her cheek.
For a while they stay silent, their gentle nuzzles, kisses and even touches reassuring and comforting. After they manage to catch their breaths and process everything, Zani presses her forehead against Phoebe’s, a loving smile on her face. Phoebe smiles back, kissing the tip of her nose with a giggle.
Still, Zani just has to ask “are you okay?” “Mhm. You?” Phoebe hums, still smiling.
“Yes. This was surprisingly hot and difficult. Especially with the… uhm…”
“Yeah… I hope Lady Carlotta didn’t notice anything, or at least, that she won’t be too mad and forbid me from coming here or something.” Phoebe mutters, worry evident in her voice and Zani pulls her into a hug. She doesn’t have the heart to tell her she didn’t do well staying calm but reassuring her is currently her top priority.
“No, amore, I’m sure it’s okay. This might’ve been a slip in my work ethic, but I still have a pristine record otherwise. And she knows how much joy you bring not only to me, but everyone here. She wouldn’t ban you from here so simply.” Zani speaks gently, squeezing the blonde even tighter.
Phoebe nods, pulling back to look into Zani’s eyes. “Okay, if you say so. And you’re not mad?”
“Huh?” Zani tilts her head. “Why would I be mad?”
“You said it yourself, your work ethic dropped, and you actually made some mistakes in your reports. I really hate I distracted you…” She averts her gaze, but Zani makes her look back into her eyes with a hand on her cheek.
“Nonsense, I could never be mad at you because of something like that. Losing focus is my own doing and it happens sometimes, even without my lovely acolyte gracing me with her presence.” Zani grins and Phoebe giggles, damn that horned woman and her smooth talking.
“Alright then. So, you mind if I stay here a bit longer? I think my legs have turned into jelly for a bit.” Even if she wasn’t giving Zani the biggest puppy eyes as she is now, the horned girl could never refuse.
“Of course, sweetheart.” Zani replies, nuzzling into her again and letting her fully relax against her, both lost in their little world for just a while longer.
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Hours later, when the sun is setting and Phoebe is quietly dozing off on the office couch Zani shuts her laptop, stretching her sore arms and back with a groan. She glances at the clock, noting that she really did just finish on time.
“Huh. Guess it was worth it after all.” She chuckles to herself, happy that she pushed through all her work and that her beloved stayed with her until the end of her shift.
Walking over to the couch with a smile she extends her hand, stroking Phoebe’s cheek softly as the acolyte mumbles in her sleep.
“Phoebe, wake up, it’s time to go.” Zani murmurs, kneeling in front of the couch. She is thankful she had clean spare pants that she always kept in her office (apparently having learnt from last time).
And when Phoebe rouses from her sleep, cracking open a violet eye and her confused pout turning into that bright, loving smile, Zani feels her heart skip a beat and fill with warmth.
Yeah, everything about this girl is worth it.