Nekopara Fanfic – Edge of Paradise [FF] [Edging] [Mind control] [Drug use]

“Ny… I’m so fucking clos…nya…. NYAAAA~!”

A shrill cry filled the tiny room, and Saffron sighed in annoyance. She loved her twin sister, but it was so very difficult to get any work done with that constant moaning and screaming! With more than just an ounce of displeasure, the catgirl shouted to her younger sibling: “Can you please keep it down in there, you fucking slut?!” Even in the dark room, lit only by the soft glow of a monitor, Saffron’s sharp features grew as red as her namesake hair.

“FUCK YEAH~! FUCK NYAAAAH~! MORE, CALL ME MOR–” The voice, clearly lost to bliss, cracked and fell into a drawn out moan.

Saffron couldn’t blame her. The pleasure was addicting. If she took a minute to open her door, she was certain that her twin—Lavender—would have been spasming on the floor, holding on for any semblance of sanity (as futile as that might be). In fact, Saffron wish she could have joined her. She wish she could have been a panting, sweating, shaking mess; legs locked with her sister’s, juices staining each other’s’ lips as th–.

No. Saffron shook her head, her fringe dancing in front of her eyes. As much as she enjoyed succumbing to such… carnal pleasures, she had priorities. Someone had to make sure they could keep living this life. Of course, it had to be left up to the eldest sister. And, of course, these paper thin walls could not hold back the screams of desperation she so wished to fall to. But, to even keep this small, one bedroom apartment, Saffron had to find a way to make ends meet. And that way was illuminated on her screen:

La Soleil.

A cafe had opened up about a month ago, and it caught her eye. Catgirls were still seen as pets, so seeing a shop where both patron and host were neko inspired Saffron. Neither Saffron nor her sister were particularly good housepets (being sluts will do that, admittedly), so finding a place where she could be amongst her kin seemed almost utopian! Reclining into her chair, Saffron closed her eyes as she considered the cafe. The website advertised six girls, each sharing the same surname. If Saffron wanted to join the cafe, she would need to join the family. Just like her juices had joined with her sister’s so many times before…

Saffron’s body shot up, rigid. Biting her lower lip, she struggled to hold back a noise as a familiar heat began to creep its way through her body. Even though Saffron was being forced to be the responsible one of the two, she still was self admittedly, a whore. There was no conceivable way Saffron could have sat in that chair, researching the confectionery and staff, without a bullet teasing her clit all the while. Between the gravure catalogs of girls, the screaming of her sibling, and her own fantasies, Saffron could barely hold on.

But she did. Because good girls never came. And Saffron was a good girl.

“Heeee….. heeeheee… C..cockkkk..” Lavender’s mind was already gone; the little slut had spent hours bringing herself to the edge of orgasm, time after time, just to restrain herself from ever going over the edge. She was a good girl, just like Saffron—she’d never cum. Even if it broke her body and mind, she’d just keep spasming on the floor like the depraved slut she was. And Saffron wasn’t far behind her.

Letting out a single, panting moan, Saffron settled her body down just enough to keep herself from going over the point of no return. It took what felt like an eternity for Saffron to relax the muscles of her back, but she eventually settled back into her chair. Giving her lips a lick, she let her eyes roll back into the back of her skull as she panted to settle down.

Today was going to be a long day.

* * * * *

“Are you sure about this?”

Lavender still felt light headed, but that wasn’t much out of the ordinary. Midday edge naps were, like, the absolute best, but they still left her feeling… frazzled. It took a minute for her eyes to focus on herself in the mirror. Her lilac hued, full fringe fell perfectly above her eyes, and her curled twintails bounced enticingly on her shoulders. When she straightened them, they nearly reached her hips, but she preferred to keep her hair just past her shoulders—good handles shouldn’t be leashes, after all! With a giggle, she admired her golden, topaz-like eyes that glittered as they caught any hint of light.

“Of course I am, little sister…” Saffron tried to encourage her, trailing her dainty hands along her sibling’s gently curved sides, “You know that I always know best.” Big sis always knew how to make butterflies flutter in her tummy and static fill her lungs.

“I… Mnn…” Lavender sighed. She knew her sister was right. Lavender was lucky, anyways, that she had a sister to think for her! With a bit more pride, she straightened her back and looked down her body in the mirror: Her top was an amaranth corset, which snugly clung to her body, but she felt the spaghetti straps on it made it socially acceptable; a pair of dark denim jeans, which she absolutely loved how super-skinny they fit; an adorable pair of straw wedges—maybe a few inches? Lavender didn’t care, they made her butt look good—with some yellow accents; and, to accent how lovely her exposed hip bones were, the straps of her yellow thong were pulled just above her waist. At first, she was nervous that showing off her panties like that would give people the wrong idea about her, but after seeing that cute girl from that cafe, Lavender was absolutely in love with how the V-shape of the straps made her hips look that much sexier!

It wouldn’t be her first time going to a cafe on her own, she just would’ve preferred her sister going with her. Shaking the worry out of her head, she opened her eyes and smiled as she felt her sister hugging her from behind. Big sis always knew how to give her the confidence she needed. “Don’t worry, babe… I’ll be right here. But, wait…” Saffron gave her younger sister a smirk, and let her fingers dance past the waist of her jeans and along the petals of her core. After a brief moment, and a sharp gasp from Lavender, Saffron trailed her juice-covered digit along Lavender’s neck and collarbone—just like a fancy perfume. Blushing, Lavender nodded to her sister with a bright grin.

“Alright, I’ll be going now!” And with that, Lavender picked up a small hand purse and walked out the door, making sure her steps crossed each other like a practiced model’s gait. After the door clicked close, Saffron walked through the sparsely decorated living room while making sure to avoid the puddle of cream her sister left behind (she only briefly considered rubbing her face in it, honest!). Sitting back in her chair, Saffron’s smile slowly shifted to a grim smirk.

“Don’t fuck up, lil sis.”

* * * * *

It had taken maybe fifteen minutes for Lavender to trot down to the cafe (thankfully her older sister had already ordered for her; Lavender never was very good with remembering orders!). The patisserie shop wasn’t difficult to spot, as it sort of stuck out like a sore thumb. With a bright, neon text that screamed “PATISSERIE LA SOLEIL” and a distinctly western font, the cafe looked like something out of an American strip mall rather than a confectionary in Japan. If strip malls were two stories tall and ran by catgirls, that is.

With a smile on her face and a bounce in her step, Lavender opened the glass door to the cafe. Along with the tell-tale jingle of opening a store door, a voice not unlike windchimes filled the otherwise silent store: “Welcome to the store! Come in!”

The cutie behind the counter looked just like her photos on the website! Her eyes were a darker shade than her own–maybe an amber?–but her lilac hair nearly matched Lavender’s! Her store uniform was a simple, frilly maid outfit with mint-green accents in the forms of bows holding her collar closed and her apron around her waist, along with a tiny heart that clearly spelt out her name: Cinnamon. What surprised Lavender more than anything was the size of her bust! She assumed that the website had some… digital enhancements, but she was the real thing! 

…Maybe Lavender would ask the girl where she got her tits done. It wouldn’t do well, knowing there was a bustier girl than either her or Saffron.

“Oh! Another neko!” Her voice, although cheerful, seemed like the sort of banter a shy girl would force out. Lavender nodded, her hair bouncing with her gleeful gesture. She marched up to the counter that Cinnamon was stationed behind, and greeted her with a smile.

“Yes! I was the one who ordered over the phone! There should be one order for a dozen macarons!” Lavender giggled out, “It should be under Lavender! Or Saffron! She’s my sister, one of us, I’m sure.”

Although shy, it was clear that Cinnamon was adamant about performing her job to the best of her abilities (after all, catgirls were often seen as being… less than capable). Humming to herself, she flipped through a set of memo cards to find the supposed order. After a few moments, her eyes lit up, and she pulled the card from the pile. Memo in hand, she reached under the table and produced a small box that was of lolita design–pink and white stripes, frilled bows sealing the container, and a stylized LA SOLEIL embroidered front and center–that she held out with Lavender with a pleasured expression. Lavender was more focused on how her tits bounced in the tight maid outfit (how could they hold so much without busting out, anyways?) than the box, but tried not to make it obvious. 

“One dozen macarons, done in our La Soleil rainbow!” confirmed Cinnamon with a cheerful tone. Lavender happily took the sweets from her, and thanked the bustier neko for being so hasty and reliable. Just like Saffron told her, Lavender turned around and left the store without flirting talking to the cute little maid too much. Apparently, Lavender would have time to talk to Cinnamon more tomorrow. At least, according to Saffron.

And Saffron was always right. 

* * * * *

Later that night, Saffron and Lavender were cuddled up in the small chair Saffron used in the office, sharing a macaron. They couldn’t eat too many, unfortunately, because apparently that’d ruin the point? Lavender didn’t understand. 

“Sis?” The younger sister looked up to her elder inquisitively, “Why am I going back there tomorrow?”

With a sigh, Saffron ruffled her sibling’s hair. “Well, little one,” Saffron explained patiently, for what felt the umpteenth time, “You’re going to tell the cute little bimbo tomorrow that our pastries tasted weird, and make sure she tries one herself. Then we’ll get to be friends with her!”

Lavender didn’t quite understand, but she did know she didn’t like Saffron calling that maid a bimbo! That was her pet name! But, Lavender’s annoyance didn’t hold long. Between the arousal humming in the background of her body, and the delicious pastry, it was hard to stay angry.Regardless, Lavender was excited about making a new friend! Especially one that she could bring home, just like sis promised!

Though she didn’t quite understand what nepetalactone was, or what an aprodisiwhack was. Oh well! Probably didn’t matter much, anyways.

* * * * *

“Welcome to the store! Co–Oh! It’s the catgirl from yesterday!”

Just like her sister told her to, Lavender had brought back the box of macarons (albeit one or two missing). Cinnamon blushed when she saw the box, and panic filled the back of her voice. “S-sorry! Was there something w-w-wrong with your order?” 

Lavender neither shook nor nodded her head. “W..well, I’m not sure, actually!” Both girls looked puzzled for a bit, and then Lavender tried to elaborate: “They just tasted sort of funny, I wanted to make sure that they weren’t off or anything? Do you mind trying one?”

Off? Cinnamon had just made them yesterday! Well, the customer was always right. “I don’t see the harm in trying one…” Jovially, Lavender brought the box to the bustier catgirl and opened it for her. Cinnamon took a single pastry from the box and delicately nibbled it, her ears twitching in the air as she sampled the sweet. They did taste… different. Not bad or off, just different. Like maybe they used a different sort of yeast or sugar? “These do taste a bit… odd. Can you come in tomorrow? We can replace this box for free!” Cinnamon smiled, hoping she wouldn’t get in trouble.

“Oh, of course! Let me just share with you my phone number! Please, call me for anything!” 

The two girls exchanged information and Lavender left the store. Nothing happened for an hour or two–that wasn’t unusual on a weekday morning, though. Around noon, Cinnamon’s coworker finally came to the store.

The girl had long, blonde hair that curled naturally at the tips, and her eyes shimmered like emeralds. The pale girl smiled up to her as she straightened out her matching maid uniform, only with orange accents rather than green. Even with her uniform, the girl kept her trademark brown headband between her curled ears. 

“Cinnatwin! I’m here!” she giggled, walking into the store.

Looking at the girl in her maid outfit awoken something deep inside of Cinnamon. She felt a familiar humming and throbbing inside her tummy, and her lungs felt like they were filling with tingling heat. Even though her coworker was her sister, Cinnamon struggled to control herself.

“M…Maple? Can I show you something in the kitchen, really quick? Just before any customers come by. We don’t have any appointments scheduled for hours, anyways!”

Maple looked a bit irked and complexed, but she nodded her head. Cinnamon was always a bit frazzled and ditsy anyways, maybe she needed help finishing a product or cleaning a mess. She loved Cinnamon enough that it didn’t matter, either way.

“Sure. But hurry up!”

♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

“I… Haah, haaaah… Maaaple… I need to kiss chu…” Cinnamon’s words sounded desperate; her lust was barely hidden by her panting. Her sister, shook her head. The lilac-haired girl looked so horny that it actually hurt Maple to even look at her.

“Cinnamon…” Maple leaned towards her sibling and let their foreheads rest flush against each other; their lips were barely parted as both girls panted (albeit one significantly more desperate than the other) and let the sensitive flesh of their lips brush against one another’s as they whispered their sweet nothings. “We’re not kittens anymore… It’s not right for us to keep doing this, as nice as it feels.”

Cinnamon’s eyes widened, realizing that she might be denied the urgent release she craved. “No! No!” Her shouts betrayed how aggressive her needs were, and she grasped her sister’s maid uniform by her sleeves, “Th…that’s not the sort of kiss I need.” Maple’s eyes kept locked with Cinnamon’s, but her brow raised in confusion. After a moment, Maple realized exactly what her sister was begging her to do. Shocked, she leaned back, her pupils growing as a blush painted her cheeks.

“Ehhhhh?!!”

“P… please, Maple! This is worse than heat!” At the sight of her sister pulling away, she tightly embraced Maple. Cinnamon forced her face into Maple’s breasts; As Maple embraced the younger girl, she realized just how hard she was shaking with arousal. It did hurt to see how horny her sister was, but maybe her sister was hurting even more. Besides, it couldn’t hurt to play with her just one more time…

“Alright. Lay down.”

Lights went up in Cinnamon’s eyes as she eagerly fell on her back, not giving care that it was on the wooden floors of the bakery. As she fell, her maid uniform’s skirt fell upwards, revealing her mint green panties. Even Maple gasped audibly when she saw Cinnamon’s panties: they weren’t just wet; they were absolutely soaked. Cinnamon’s hands curled to either side of her breasts, folded limp almost like a kitten’s while she looked up to her sister. Even her eyes were begging for release, and Maple couldn’t help but lick her lips in anticipation.

Maple slowly lowered herself to her knees, easing herself between Cinnamon’s eagerly parted legs. She let her lithe hands along her sister’s smooth, soft inner thighs. With a smirk, Maple lowered her face towards her sibling’s core; Maple was being so agonizingly slow, but it made the static filling Cinnamon’s body that much more intense. With a whine, Cinnamon tried to look over her breasts to her sister, but failed to even see the top of her head over the supple flesh.

With her face barely inches from Cinnamon’s core, Maple idly breathed in her sister’s scent. It was absolutely intoxicating. As much as the musk made her mouth water and face flush, even Maple wanted more at this point. She tilted her head forward, and caught the waist of Cinnamon’s drenched panties between her teeth; at the feeling of Maple’s face touching her skin, Cinnamon’s hips instinctively raised up in excitement. With how much Cinnamon was dripping, Maple had to literally peel the fabric off of her sister’s body. Even though it tortured both of them, Maple took her time sliding the silken fabric down her sister’s thighs.

When she eventually revealed her sister’s swollen lips, Maple’s jaw fell limp and she started in shock. Cinnamon was so needy, she could literally watch her sister’s pussy drip cream all the way down to her tailhole. Sighing, Maple shook her head. “Such a waste…”

“Haah.. haah.. What do y-you meannnYYAAA!” Maple hadn’t even bothered pulling her sister’s panties off before she ran her tongue along her sister’s core. Her folds felt like their heat was whisked away with Maple’s breath, almost like she was massaging her pussy with mint. Cinnamon had no chance of stifling her immediate cry of pleasure as her sibling’s tongue even stroked her once. Cinnamon didn’t care if a customer came in, if a patron heard her, or if any of her sisters walked in. At this point, they could join if they came to the back room! Cinnamon just needed release!

Maple let a single, lithe finger slide into the neko’s tight slit, letting it press hard into the sides of her inner walls. As she eased inside her sibling until it was knuckle deep, she kept stroking her sister’s inner sex. This wasn’t Maple’s first time inside her sister, and she knew exactly how to make the little Scottish Fold shriek out her name.

“More, Maple!~ P-please!” Even though she was already crying out for more, Maple wasn’t sure she could fit more inside her sister! She was already tightening and tugging her finger deeper inside of her core. The blonde leaned forward and let her sandpaper tongue lap along her sister’s clit; Cinnamon’s lips trembled in response. With a smirk, she continue letting her tongue circle around that sensitive nub. Cinnamon continued to cry out profanities, hips writhing and pussy twitching. After massaging her for just a brief moment, Maple was able to force another finger into her still throbbing cunt, and Cinnamon’s response caused even Maple to start dripping: “Nyaaa! Nyess! Yessss! Ffffuuuuuuck yesssss, Maaaaaaple…”

She didn’t need any more encouragement. Maple started to pound her sister’s cunt with a pair of fingers, not even caring that her knuckles were bruising Cinnamon’s lips. Cinnamon was spasming on the floor, her eyes rolled back into her skull until only the whites were visible. The younger girl was going mad with pleasure; she couldn’t keep her tongue in her mouth with how often she was screaming and crying out for more. She needed more. More fingers. More speed. More something, because she wasn’t cumming. The pleasure was just building, and growing. She felt her whole body vibrating with euphoria, but she just couldn’t seem to reach her peak!

Her sister stopped lapping at Cinnamon’s cunt, albeit reluctantly, to look over the massive tits that Cinnamon was still mindlessly kneading. The sight of her sister’s face made Cinnamon go wild: her face had a soft sheen, like she had been rubbing her face into her sister’s cunt just to cover it in cream.

She had.

“Cin…inammon? Is… something wrong?”

“No!” She squealed out, her hips thrusting up and even squirting onto Maple’s apron, “It’s so much! Hooolyyy shit, it’s so fucking gooooooodddd…” 

Maple didn’t understand. Her sister had always been such a quick cum before, but she just felt like she was getting tighter, hotter, and needier. It seemed like nothing she did brought Cinnamon to orgasm, but her sister still… seemed to love it?

“I’m… I’m sorry, sis… I just can’t seem to help..”

“I FUCKING LOVE IT HOLY SHIT NEVER STOP PLEEEEASSSEEE”

And Maple couldn’t understand. She couldn’t understand that Cinnamon couldn’t cum. That powder that Saffron so delicately sprinkled onto that pastry had control over her body, but neither catgirl knew it. But what Cinnamon knew that her pleasure was just growing, and it wouldn’t stop building. Cumming would let go of all that tension. She didn’t want to cum. She wanted this. She wanted this forever. This was euphoria. This was heaven. 

Maple felt deflated, but she just didn’t appreciate the absolute paradise Cinnamon was in. Standing up, she tried to straighten out her maid outfit after drying her face off with her apron. She looked down at the still writhing and twitching slut of a girl with pity, and tried to hold back her emotions. “I’m sorry, sis… Someone’s gotta watch front of house. You can stay here, though.”

Cinnamon barely heard anything. The cream dripping off her pussy was enough to feel like fingers barely petting her cunt, and was enough to keep her on edge. The only thing that knocked her out of her trance was the sound of the kitchen door closing, and the mechanical sound of the door’s lock. 

Cinnamon wanted more, though. She needed more. She needed someone to fuck. But her Master was gone for a trip, and her sisters where god-knows-where. But, even in her ditsy, lust driven mind remembered that absolute whore that came in earlier. Flaunting her tits, showing off her ass with that cute little thong… 

Cinnamon was glad that she kept that girl’s number. 

* * * * *

“Yes, hello?”

Saffron heard a girl panting with need over the phone. She smirked with a knowing grin, and called out while covering the phone: “Lavender! Your new friend called!” A scuffle could be heard from the other room as Lavender presumably was running from the kitchen to the office where Saffron was sitting. Lavender took the phone and immediately blushed, panting with an almost trained response. She looked over to Saffron and asked if it was alright for Cinnamon to come over to play. Still smirking, Saffron nodded.

Saffron bet Cinnamon tasted better than any macaron.

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