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Clorinde and Furina had been out all night, drinking and laughing without a care in the world. As the night wore on and the alcohol flowed freely, Furina, in her typical mischievous manner, came up with the idea to make a fun, slightly provocative video. Drunk and feeling bold, Clorinde went along with it, allowing Furina to take charge of the situation.
The video, which started innocently enough, quickly turned into something more suggestive as Clorinde, under Furina's encouragement, struck poses that showcased her toned body. What was meant to be a private joke between them ended up being posted on social media in their drunken haze. By the time they realized what they had done, the video had already gone viral.
The next morning, Clorinde awoke with a pounding headache and a vague memory of the previous night's events. She stumbled out of bed, wincing at the bright sunlight streaming through the window, and reached for her phone. As soon as she unlocked it, she was bombarded with notifications—thousands of comments, likes, and messages all reacting to the video.
"Oh no..." Clorinde groaned, rubbing her temples as the reality of the situation sank in. She knew Navia would have seen it by now, and she dreaded her reaction. Gathering her courage, she made her way to the living room, where she found Navia sitting on the couch, her eyes glued to her phone screen.
Navia looked up as Clorinde entered, her expression unreadable. Clorinde braced herself for the worst, but instead of the anger she expected, Navia's face was filled with something else—jealousy, yes, but also protectiveness.
"You're not mad?" Clorinde asked cautiously, approaching the couch.
Navia shook her head, setting her phone down on the coffee table. "No, I'm not mad at you," she said softly, her voice tinged with an edge of frustration. "But I'm mad at the comments people are leaving. They're so... disrespectful."
Clorinde frowned, sitting down beside Navia. "What do you mean?"
Navia hesitated for a moment before pulling up the video on her phone and showing it to Clorinde. As Clorinde read through the comments, her face flushed with embarrassment. People were making crude, sexual remarks about her body, and the more she scrolled, the worse it got.
"I'm sorry," Clorinde said quietly, guilt washing over her. "I didn't mean for this to happen."
Navia sighed, leaning into Clorinde and wrapping an arm around her waist. "I know you didn't," she murmured, her voice softening. "But it still makes me mad that people think they can talk about you like that. You're mine, Clorinde. Your body... it's for my eyes only."
Clorinde's heart skipped a beat at the possessiveness in Navia's tone. Before she could respond, Navia pulled her closer, her hands gripping Clorinde's waist tightly. "You drive me crazy, you know that?" Navia whispered, her lips brushing against Clorinde's neck.
Clorinde shivered at the touch, her breath hitching as Navia's hands wandered, tracing patterns on her skin. "Navia..." she breathed, her voice shaky..
Before she could finish, Navia’s lips crashed into hers, fierce and demanding. Clorinde gasped, her hands instinctively clutching at Navia’s shoulders as she was pushed back against the wall. Navia’s kiss was hungry, possessive, as if she was trying to erase the memory of all those eyes that had seen Clorinde’s body.
When they finally broke apart, Navia’s eyes were dark with a mix of jealousy and desire. “You’re mine,” she whispered fiercely, her hands gripping Clorinde’s hips tightly. “And I’m going to make sure everyone knows it.”
Navia didn’t give Clorinde a chance to respond carrying Clorinde to the bedroom, before she was pulled toward the bed, her back hitting the mattress with a soft thud. Navia was on her in an instant, her hands roaming over Clorinde’s body, leaving trails of heat in their wake. Clorinde moaned as Navia’s lips found her neck, biting down hard enough to leave a mark.
“Navia...” Clorinde gasped, her fingers tangling in Navia’s hair as she arched into her touch. But Navia was relentless, her kisses turning into bites, her hands gripping Clorinde’s body possessively. It was as if Navia was trying to claim every inch of her, to make sure that Clorinde was marked as hers and hers alone.
Clorinde could only hold on, her breath hitching as Navia’s teeth grazed her skin, leaving a trail of love bites in their wake. Her body responded to Navia’s touch, the jealousy and desire in Navia’s eyes only fueling her own arousal. By the time Navia was done, Clorinde was a trembling mess, her body covered in marks that screamed of Navia’s ownership.
Navia pulled back, her breathing heavy as she admired her handiwork. Clorinde was a sight to behold—her skin flushed, her hair a mess, and her body marked with Navia’s possessive bites. It was a sight that made Navia’s chest swell with pride, knowing that she was the one who had made Clorinde look like this.
“Mine,” Navia whispered again, her voice a low growl as she pressed a final kiss to Clorinde’s swollen lips. Clorinde could only nod, too breathless to speak, her heart pounding in her chest.
"I hate that other people saw you like this," Navia murmured against Clorinde's skin, her voice low and rough. "But I need you to know that you're mine, Clorinde. No one else gets to see you like this. No one else gets to touch you like this."
Clorinde moaned softly, her hands tangling in Navia's hair as she tilted her head back, giving Navia more access to her neck. "I'm yours, Navia," she whispered, her voice filled with sincerity. "Only yours."
Navia growled in satisfaction at those words, her hands roaming over Clorinde's body, gripping her thighs and waist with enough force to leave handprints. She bit down on Clorinde's shoulder, eliciting another gasp from her, before pulling her into a searing kiss.
The intensity of the moment consumed them both as Navia continued to mark Clorinde's body, making sure there was no inch of skin left untouched. By the time they were done, Clorinde was covered in love bites and bruises, her body aching but her heart full.
Afterward, they lay in bed, Navia holding Clorinde close as they both caught their breath. Clorinde's body was sore, but she relished the feeling of being so thoroughly claimed by Navia. She nuzzled into Navia's chest, letting out a contented sigh as Navia ran her fingers through her hair.
"I'm sorry about the video," Clorinde said again, her voice barely above a whisper. "I should have been more careful."
Navia pressed a kiss to the top of Clorinde's head, her touch gentle now that her jealousy had been sated. "It's okay," she replied softly. "Just... no more thirst traps, okay?"
Clorinde chuckled, nodding in agreement. "No more thirst traps."
They spent the rest of the night cuddled up together, the tension from earlier forgotten as they basked in the comfort of each other's presence. By the time morning came, Clorinde felt more at ease, her worries from the previous day washed away by Navia's love and reassurance.
But as she got up to start the day, Clorinde caught sight of herself in the mirror. Her neck and shoulders were littered with love bites, and there were faint lipstick marks where Navia had kissed her passionately. Smirking at the sight, Clorinde grabbed her phone and snapped a quick video.
The video showed her neck and shoulders, covered in love bites and lipstick marks, with Navia's hands clearly visible as they slid over Clorinde's body. Clorinde didn't say anything in the video—she didn't need to. The message was clear enough.
She posted the video to her social media, tagging Navia with a heart emoji. As expected, the video quickly garnered attention, but this time, the comments were more playful and teasing, with most people acknowledging Navia's obvious claim over Clorinde.
When Navia saw the video, she couldn't help but laugh. "You're impossible," she said, pulling Clorinde into her arms and kissing her forehead.
"And you're mine," Clorinde replied with a grin, nuzzling into Navia's chest.
Navia sighed contentedly, holding Clorinde close as they settled in for another lazy day together. They might have caused a bit of a stir online, but in the end, all that mattered was that they had each other, and that was more than enough for both of them.