My Succubus Landlady Has a Contract With My Grandmother novel · Chapter 3 of 24

Chapter 3: The Futon

Ria pulls out the futon and puts her mouth on Nanami until she cries and laughs; at dawn the section chief texts Nanami to come in on Saturday.

The futon took four tries to drag out of the closet, because neither of them could stop kissing long enough to carry it.

They got it flat on the tatami at last, with the kotatsu pushed to the wall.

Ria stood in the lamplight with her hands on her cardigan buttons.

"Clause three," she said. "The landlady is not undressed until the tenant has been paid in full."

"That's not how contracts work."

"This one works however I say." Ria's voice wobbled on the last word. "Take off your blouse, Nanami."

Nanami took off her glasses first and set them on the shelf.

The room went soft at the edges, and Ria became a small warm shape with gold eyes.

She unbuttoned her blouse with clumsy fingers and dropped it on the floor.

She unhooked her bra and let that fall too, and stood in the cold room in her bunched skirt and nothing else.

She was soft all over.

Her breasts were heavy and her stomach was round, and her hips were wide.

She had spent five years apologizing for all of it in elevators.

Ria looked at her for a long time.

"Oh," she said. "Oh, you are lovely."

"Don't."

"I will say it as many times as I like. It is the truth, and I cannot say anything else tonight."

Ria stepped close and put both palms flat on Nanami's ribs.

"Lie down."

Nanami lay down on the futon, and the sheet was cold against her back.

Ria pushed the skirt down her legs and off, and tossed it on the pile.

Then Ria knelt on the edge of the mattress, still fully dressed in her cardigan and long grey skirt.

She looked at Nanami laid out naked in front of her.

Her hands traveled up Nanami's shins and over her knees.

They stopped at her hips and squeezed, hard enough to leave pale prints.

"I would like to do this properly," she said. "I am going to take as long as I want. Beg me for it."

"Please."

"Good. That is the right word."

She lowered her head and kissed Nanami's stomach, just below the navel.

She kissed the soft fold of it, and the point of one hipbone.

She kissed the inside of her thigh, where the skin was thin and the blood beat close.

Nanami's hands twisted in the sheet.

Ria's mouth moved up, wet and slow, over her ribs, to the underside of one breast.

She took the nipple between her lips and sucked it, and Nanami arched with a gasp that rattled the shelf.

"Quiet, tenant," Ria whispered against her skin, and flicked her tongue over the tip.

"You told me to be loud."

"I told you to be quiet for the neighbors. I did not say that I wanted it."

She moved to the other breast and gave it exactly the same slow attention.

She sucked and licked until Nanami was shaking, and her stomach clenched with every pull of that cool, wet mouth.

Nanami's hand went into the wine-red hair and held on.

"Ria. Lower."

"Say it properly."

"Put your mouth on my pussy."

"Yes," Ria breathed, as if she had been waiting two hundred years for the instruction. "Of course."

She slid down the futon on her elbows.

She pushed Nanami's thighs apart with her palms, slowly, until the lamp light fell across her.

"Look at that," Ria murmured. "Pink and swollen and so wet. You did that for me."

"You did that."

"I will take credit." Her smile was audible. "Hold your knees back, Nanami. Open for me."

Nanami hooked her hands behind her knees and pulled them toward her chest.

It was the most exposed she had been in three years, and every inch of it burned.

Ria set her mouth to her and did not hold back.

Her tongue came up through the wet in one long slow stripe, and Nanami's hips bucked off the sheet.

The tongue circled her clit, patient and soft, and then pressed flat, and then flicked fast, and then slowed again.

It never did the same thing for long enough to get used to it.

"Oh my god," Nanami said. "Oh my god. How are you..."

"Two hundred years of practice," Ria said, lifting her mouth for one breath. "Do not distract me."

She went back down.

Her hands slid under Nanami's thighs and gripped her hips, holding her open.

Her tongue slid inside, curled and thrust, and Nanami's heels dug into the mattress.

"There," she cried. "There, please, don't..."

"I won't stop. I won't stop until you've paid." Ria's mouth came up, glistening. "Clause one, Nanami. You come before the tea cools."

"We didn't make any tea."

"Then I have ample time."

Her mouth was back on her, hot and relentless.

Nanami felt the pressure build low in her belly, a hot weight that tightened with every stroke of the tongue.

Ria slid two fingers into her and curled them, and sucked her clit between her lips.

Nanami's back came off the futon in a long bow.

She came with a cry she did not try to hold back.

Her thighs clamped around Ria's shoulders, and her whole body pulsed against that clever, merciless mouth.

Ria rode her through it, and kept licking until her hips twitched away from the touch.

"One," she said softly, and kissed the inside of her thigh. "That one was for the forty-one emails."

"One? Ria, I can't..."

"You can. I can taste it. You are not close to done."

Nanami laughed helplessly, with tears in her eyes, and then Ria's mouth was back and she could not laugh at all.

It was gentler this time, slow and sticky and sweet.

Ria hummed against her, and the vibration climbed her spine.

Two fingers moved inside her in a lazy come-hither rhythm, pressing a place that made Nanami's vision go white.

"Good girl," Ria said, and then, correcting herself, "Good Nanami."

"You are so good. You eat standing up and work until eleven, and you still make room for this."

"Don't make me cry."

"Cry if you like. Cry on my mouth."

She did.

It came out of her in one wet breath that turned into a sob and then a laugh.

She came again with tears running into her hair.

This orgasm was slower and heavier than the first, a long melting wave from her toes to her scalp.

Ria stayed with her through every second.

When it was done she crawled up the futon at last and lay down on top of Nanami in her cardigan, and kissed her.

Nanami tasted herself on that mouth, salt and heat, and held her as tightly as she could.

Ria's gold eyes were soft and a little dazed.

"There," she said. "That was two. I will have a third before I let you sleep."

"I can't. I really can't."

"You said that before the second."

Ria lay down on her back beside her, with her red hair spread on the pillow, still in her cardigan and her skirt.

"Come here," she said. "Kneel over my face."

Nanami's whole body flushed.

"I'll crush you."

"I am two hundred and fourteen years old. I have been crushed by many things.

I want you to be the next one."

Ria tugged at her wrist.

"Come."

Nanami crawled over her on shaking knees.

She straddled Ria's shoulders, with her thighs on either side of that small, flushed face, and grabbed the cold wall for balance.

She could see Ria's gold eyes looking up at her between her own breasts.

"Lower," Ria said. "Let me hold you."

Her hands closed around Nanami's hips and pulled her down.

The first lick made Nanami's forehead drop against the plaster.

Ria's tongue went deep and slow.

Her nose pressed to Nanami's clit with every stroke.

The weight of Nanami's whole body rested on that hungry mouth.

"Oh," Nanami whispered. "Oh, god, it's so..."

"Ride my mouth," Ria said against her, and the words buzzed through her. "Move. Take what you want. Good, just like that."

Nanami began to rock.

At first it was a shy roll of her hips, and then it was a long grind.

Then she was fucking Ria's tongue with her thighs shaking and her breath sobbing against the wall.

Ria moaned under her, a low and helpless sound.

Her fingers dug into Nanami's hips and urged her harder.

"That's it. That's my good tenant. Use me."

The words did something to Nanami that no touch had.

She came with her mouth open on the plaster, grinding down hard, her clit throbbing against Ria's lips.

Ria swallowed every shudder and did not stop until Nanami collapsed sideways onto the futon in a boneless heap.

Ria wiped her mouth on her cardigan sleeve, and then, looking at the wet stain it left, turned pink.

"That was three," she said. "That one was for the stairwell at three o'clock."

Nanami could not answer.

She lay with her eyes shut, breathing.

A blanket was lifted over her, and a cool small body fit into the curve of her side.

"I am staying until the first train," Ria whispered into her shoulder. "That part is in the contract."

"Stay," Nanami mumbled, and slept.

She woke at 5:40 to her phone buzzing on the floor.

The screen lit up the whole dark room.

Section Chief Iwase: "Hoshino. Quarterly deck is a mess. Come in today. Saturday. Don't be late."

Ria's arm tightened around her waist.

"Who is that?" she said into the pillow.

"My boss," Nanami said, and for the first time in two years she did not want to go to work.

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