Message to the Priestess

Story by WotanAnubis

TITLE: Message to the Priestess

AUTHOR: WotanAnubis

FANDOM: Shin Megami Tensei: Persona 3 (FES)

DISCLAIMER: I don't own these characters and am not making a profit.

RATING: NC-17

PAIRING: Fuuka/Natsuki

NOTE: Over at the Coalition of Writers, srb proposed a 'Write A Story In One Day' challenge. However, since that's what I always do I felt I should respond a little... differently. Instead of in one day this story was (or, at the time of writing, is going to be) plunked down in one hour. I have no idea how well it's going to turn out. I do know that it's probably going to be even shorter than usual.

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Fuuka felt her heart hammering in her chest as she kneeled at the table and opened her laptop. The time was about a quarter past five, which was a time that had lately got almost as much meaning to her as the Dark Hour.

After the eternity her laptop had needed to boot up, Fuuka wasted little time in checking her e-mail. There were a few messages of note and if she hadn't been so nervous she would've been quietly satisfied at how good her spam filter still was. However, her eye was immediately drawn to the one message with a badly spelled subject line.

thnkn of u

Fuuka opened the message. It was as empty as was expected, save for a single attachment.

Trying very hard to keep her breathing steady, she opened it. And was immediately robbed of her breath.

Natsuki's tanned body filled the screen. She could only see her from the waist up, but what she saw of her was entirely naked. She smiled, her right eye closed in a wink. Her left arm was raised, no doubt because it was holding cell phone with which she'd shot this picture. But what Fuuka saw most of all was the sleek silver vibrator Natsuki held in her right hand and apparently used to lightly tease one of her breasts.

Fuuka swallowed hard and let her right hand wander down her light blue dress until it was between her legs and could feel her hardening cock underneath her panties.

One day... one day she'd send a picture back.

Not today, but... one day.

Today she lowered her panties enough to free and grab her shaft, eyes glued to the screen. It wasn't the most... daring... picture Natsuki had ever sent her, but she really liked its playful vibe. She enjoyed seeing Natsuki smile.

Breathing carefully, Fuuka wrapped her fingers around her member and began moving her hand up and down. She fought to keep her eyes open. It would be easy to just close her eyes and slip into a fantasy where she wasn't just masturbating over a picture of her friend, but actually there with her. But conjuring up an image of Natsuki would be a bit unfair after she'd sent her an actual one.

Fuuka jumped when her cell rang. She reached for it with her free hand and, because she'd been brought up to be polite, fully intended to ask whoever it was if they could please call back in about fifteen minutes. Maybe half an hour. Then she noticed it was Natsuki's number.

"Hi," she said. "Fuuka speaking."

"Hey, it's me. So? Did you get my mail?"

Fuuka swallowed again when she looked at Natsuki's body still proudly on display on the screen of her laptop. "I... I got it."

"So? What'd you think?" Natsuki asked, a faint tremor in her voice.

"It's... you're... I like it. A lot."

"Yeah?" Natsuki said, the tremor vanishing. "How much?"

Fuuka hesitated. Natsuki had been sending her pictures like this for a while now and she'd never sent a single one in return. Well, not one like... those... anyway. The least she owed her was some honesty.

"Like I said, a lot," she replied. "Enough to... you know..."

"Touch yourself?"

"Yes," Fuuka whispered.

Fuuka heard something between a relieved sigh and a satisfied moan coming from the other end of the line. "That's what I really wanted to know. Thanks, Fuuka."

"I'm... doing it right now, actually."

"That so?" Natsuki said. "Fingering yourself while you're talking to someone on the phone?"

"Not just someone. You."

Silence ruled for much longer than Fuuka was comfortable with.

"Natsuki?"

"Sorry, I was just wondering... Never mind. Anyway, while we're being honest..." There was a deep, shuddering breath. "That vibrator wasn't just for show."

Fuuka felt her cock twitch happily at those words. "Well, I... I'm not really... I don't really finger myself. I kind of... jerk off."

"W-wait... What?"

"I'm sorry," Fuuka said.

"You telling me you got a dick?"

"I understand if..."

"Oh Fuuka..."

The sudden surge of lust clear in Natsuki's voice made Fuuka shudder and she found herself spurred on by the sound. Her softly stroking hand began moving faster and she let more arousal flow into her.

"You... sound happy," Fuuka breathed.

"My girl's got a dick," Natsuki all but moaned. "Fuck yeah, I'm happy. God, I wish you were here."

"Natsuki-chan..."

"Damn, this vibrator isn't any good any more. I need you to fuck me Fuuka."

"I... I'd like that too."

Natsuki laughed, then let out another moan that sent liquid fire down Fuuka's sp

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