In celebration of Kikuri and Sefia achieving 7 star, I decided to make a fanfiction for them (It’s yuri if you’re not into that kinda thing > u >) mildly inspired by this photo I found on the subreddit http://i.imgur.com/2K2WrqL.jpg (credit goes to /u/Tsonthaya, or the original artist). THIS ISN’T A DIALOGUE. Also, I need to know which characters you guys want in the Visual Novel. Please pick from this Straw Poll here at (http://strawpoll.me/3656833). I’ll decide based on the most options after one week NSFW INTENSIFIES DANGER DANGER LEWD CONTENT INCOMING I REPEAT, NSFW

“Tch, it’s getting hot around here....”

Kikuri shuffled through the blistering sands of the Kagan Desert, the sand blowing wildly into her eyes. The sun beat down harshly on her rather tender skin, and a thin layer of sweat built up underneath the kimono she wore, one of the only remnants of her destroyed and broken world.

In the distance, tall, dry bones of massive creatures rose, their silhouette rising above her as she waded through the shifting, hot sand that filled the crevices of her toes. She had thought about discarding some of her outerwear, but the thought of exposing her bare skin to the harsh rays of sunlight any further made her endure the torment.

Squinting her eyes, she gazed upon a massive skull that arose from the sands, its eye sockets a bleak, dark hole that could possibly provide some respite from the heat. She staggered slightly, and made her way towards its gaping maw.

Upon reaching the oasis of its shade, Kikuri slipped down onto the ground, her knees giving out from exhaustion. The sand in the shade was noticeably cooler, and was much softer than the gritty sand outside. Letting her eyes wander about the sandy surface she rested on, her eyes laid on the sight of a single human skull, its jaw missing, and its sockets facing her in a state of uncomfortable repose. She got up, curious, and noticed deeper in a trail of bones leading further into the crevice of the creature’s skull.

Deep within, a low growl emitted, and Kikuri smiled.

Sefia marched on through the sand, her blades swirling and shifting about her. The sun’s rays glittered off the surface of their edges, casting an array of shining lights across the desert’s floor. Though the heat scorched everything that was uncovered, Sefia’s disciplined nature allowed her to ignore it for the most part, despite her skin beginning to sunburn uncomfortably.

Suddenly, a movement from the corner of her eye drew her attention, and her eight blades flashed swiftly, burying their blades deep into the sand. She felt herself tense up, watchful for the threat she had detected, until she noticed her blades had buried deep into the body of a small lizard, a baby Salamander. She relaxed, her blades withdrawing, dripping with the heated and steamy blood of the small lizard. She watched uncomfortably as the blood began to evaporate off the blades, a testament to the intense heat.

Scanning the horizon for shelter she knew would be vital, she grit her teeth at the sight of a massive skeleton, one of some sort of great dragon. Not only was the sight of the skeleton daunting, but the distance she needed to cover to reach its shade was massive. Steeling herself against the sudden sandstorm that had whipped itself up, she made her way towards the skull.

Kikuri sighed contentedly, her body feeling refreshed and relaxed as she laid comfortably amongst the warm corpses of the Orthos that had rushed her from the depths of the cave. Stretching her legs out to rest upon one of the still bodies, she felt their warm blood trickle along her skin, making her shiver sensually. She dragged her finger in a pool of their blood, and raised it up to her face, examining it before licking it off her finger, the red liquid dripping down her chin and dripping onto the kimono that was already stained with the blood of countless others, each drop glistening like a ruby. She raked the gritty sandstone surface of the floor with a knife, carving a little drawing of a woman. She hummed, licking the blood off her lips, one arm slipping out of the soaked kimono. The crevice in the skull, although cooler than the desert outside, was still quite hot with the steaming blood of countless creatures.

Suddenly, her eyes flitted up to see a young woman, dressed in white wielding eight swords, her skin sunburnt but still pale and radiant, and her hair silvery grey. Kikuri’s hand halted, and the air in the room became tense.

The young woman’s blades twitched, then flashed down in a glorious stream of white metal. However, the girl’s exhaustion took a toll on her attack, and Kikuri managed to dodge the barrage of swords, launching an attack of her own. Hurling her knives at the mysterious attacker, she smiled as the blood spattered about her feet, and as the blood spilled from the chest of her attacker.

Sefia staggered as she felt the blades of the otherworldly knives dig deeper into her chest, collapsing to the ground, the blood flowing freely from the wound on her chest. She hit the ground with a thud, and her blades clattered on the sandstone floor around her. Approaching her was the girl, her skin glistening with sweat and blood, and a strange expression on her face that mirrored disgust and ecstasy simultaneously.

Sefia attempted to get up, but the bare, blood soaked foot of the girl kicked her down, the half-clothed girl looming over her.

“What do we have here?” The girl leaned down, stroking Sefia’s face gently. Sefia shuddered at the sticky, warm touch, the fluid sticking to her face and making a thin trail of blood between Sefia’s face and the girl’s fingers. The fingers continued to trail down her face, stopping at the wound in her chest. Sefia cringed as the girl’s fingers entered the wound, digging in her bloody flesh. Screaming out, Sefia attempted to grasp at the hand that injured her, but the shock from the pain and the exhaustion from wandering about in the desert prevented her from managing to stop the girl from her torment. The smile on the girl’s face widened, and a look of lunacy appeared in her eyes.

For the first time in her life, Sefia felt true fear.

Kikuri delighted at her new prey, the woman she had between her legs shivering and heaving for breath. Sticking her fingers in her mouth, Kikuri savored the sublime taste of the other woman’s fluids, the red blood seeping into her taste buds. Kikuri leaned down over the woman’s face, her eyes locking with the woman’s, and she spread the blood on the woman’s face. She chuckled, before licking it off slowly, her tongue grinding against the woman’s cheek. She tasted blood, sweat, and, although very faint, the sweet succulent taste of the woman’s skin.

The taste of the woman’s skin sparked something in Kikuri’s mind, as her mouth began to water with the anticipation. Grasping the collar of the woman’s shirt, Kikuri began to breathe heavily in her face, before pressing her lips against the woman’s. The woman’s eyes widened as Kikuri entwined her tongue around hers, gripping her head tight as she bit down on the woman’s lip. Tasting the iron in the blood, Kikuri’s switch flipped, and she began to hike the hem of her kimono up.

She wasn’t sure what she was doing, but whatever she was doing, it felt good.

Sefia’s chest heaved for air painfully as the girl’s weight was placed on her stomach. The wound now at the back of her mind, Sefia’s senses were occupied by this girl invading her body with her tongue and hands as she felt her vest and skirt were sliced off and her chest was pressed against the sweaty warm skin of the girl’s flat chest. Suffocating under the weight of the girl on her stomach, her already exhausted body was submitted to a torture she had never experienced; sexual torture. Her vision blinded by the discarded kimono the girl wore, before her sight was restored by the girl flinging the kimono off, only to continue her oral assault on Sefia’s mouth.

As the girl’s lips closed in, blocking her view once more, Sefia closed her eyes in a reluctant pleasure, the brief sight of the girl’s damp, nude body ingrained in her mind. Sefia’s arms twitched, then found their way around the girl’s waist, her palms against the heated skin of her hips. The girl responded excitedly by scraping her fingers against Sefia’s chest, forcing a gasp from Sefia’s mouth as the girl’s palms rubbed her nipples roughly. This seemed to only fire the girl up even further as the two of them writhed together in seemingly uncomfortable intimacy.

Sefia’s face suddenly flared up as the girl’s wandering hands hooked around her panties, wresting another shuddering moan from Sefia’s throat as the white, lacy fabric was torn off roughly from between her legs. Gasping and trying to prop herself up panickedly, Sefia’s arms gave out from underneath her as the girl mischievously stroked her sex teasingly, licking her lips. Feeling Kikuri’s tongue and lips lapping up the blood that had seeped from her wound, Sefia’s skin began to shiver as goosebumps rose, only for Sefia to arch her back wildly as the girl’s finger slid in deep inside her.

Kikuri’s thirst could not be slaked by any amount of fluid that spilled from the woman’s body. She knew that the moment her blood and sweat passed her lips, there would be nothing else in all of El Gaia that could quench her desire. Kikuri got off of the woman, who was shuddering and sweating profusely, only to position herself between the woman’s legs. Noticing the expression on the woman’s face, Kikuri smiled mischievously, spreading the woman’s legs despite her attempts to hide her crotch. Feeling her face heat up, Kikuri descended upon that sweet nectar-filled valley, devouring everything in her past. The woman’s legs wrapped around her head, squeezing her head between her soft, tender yet sunburnt thighs, sweat dripping from their bodies onto each other.

The gasps and moans of the woman filled the air, and it drove Kikuri deeper into her passion. Her tongue embedded itself deep inside her, and the taste of her sacred nectar forced Kikuri to close her eyes in ecstasy, and the woman had now given herself to pleasure, crying out in pleasure as Kikuri explored every sweet crevice and fold of her sex.

Kikuri was suddenly pushed off onto her back as the woman got up, pinning her to the ground with her hand. Kikuri struggled to wrestle her off, but the woman, now rested and recovered, had the strength to keep her down. Kikuri’s heart fluttered as the woman grasped her face, only to make out with her again, the woman’s knee pressing between her legs, causing her to emit a squeak as her sex leaked her juices. As their eyes locked, Kikuri noted a flame in the woman’s eyes, and for once in her life, Kikuri’s heart yearned for someone else’s touch.

Kikuri’s senses swirled into a blur as she felt her chest get groped roughly, the woman’s background as a warrior now apparent as she managed to maneuver and illicit climax after climax from her body. Feeling her fingers penetrate her below in a way nobody else had ever done before, Kikuri gasped as the woman grasped one of her swords. Throwing her arms out in reflex to protect herself from the blow, her body jolted in shock as the handle of the blade forcefully entered her body, and Kikuri orgasmed once again.

The sounds of the wind dying down in the desert outside and the moon rising in the pitch black sky served to mark the time they spent together. Entwined together in a sweet embrace, the two girls slept quietly, their fingers laced together in a tight, unshakeable bond. Though neither of them would ever admit to it, they both developed a love that couldn’t be expressed on the surface, paving the way for countless encounters and fights in the future, and an eventual partnership in which they’d stand together to the bitter end.