Catgirls And Dungeons (Yuri)

"Morvena…" Alter chuckles softly, shaking her head, eyes shimmering. "You're crazy."

"Haha… I guess I am," Morvena replies with a grin, proud and a little defiant. "But look… I've started to gain control again. At first it was just a fraction of a second, a flicker of light... then slowly, one second… then ten… then a whole minute…"

She pauses, her smile widening like a light blooming in the dark.

"And now… I can stay like this for ten full minutes."

Alter exhales a breathless laugh, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "That's my wife," she murmurs, her voice warm with awe. "Who would've thought? I searched across worlds, begged angels, threatened demons, dived into forbidden knowledge... anything for a cure. And yet…"

She trails off.

Morvena finishes the thought with a proud smirk. "And yet the real solution… was just brute-forcing it from the inside, hehe..."

Her cheeks are flushed now, glowing softly in the divine light. She leans forward, eyes gleaming.

"So?" she teases, tilting her head. "Am I the coolest one now?"

Alter snorts gently and raises a hand, resting it atop Morvena's head with reverent affection, patting her head, ruffling her hair.

"Yes," she whispers. "Yes, you are. You are the coolest. You are cooler than me now."

Morvena's lashes flutter as she closes her eyes briefly, leaning into the touch like a kitten soaking up warmth. Her smile turns softer, and happier.

But then, in a quieter voice, she adds, "No… You're still way cooler. You fought gods and demons… Meanwhile... I only fought myself."

Alter laughs again, the sound quiet and raw.

"Silly Morvena…"

And just like that, they fall into silence. A comfortable, loving silence. They just… look at each other, feeling each other's warmth, feeling each other's breath and heartbeat. A moment carved in fragile eternity.

And then… it begins to fade.

"Ah…" Morvena exhales, voice barely audible now. "It's time… I can feel it.... the darkness if pulling me back... I have to return soon..."

Her fingers twitch against the chains.

"Please… the sword…" she mutters.

Alter's heart skips.

"You mean… the sealing swords?" she asks, her voice tight.

Morvena nods slowly. "Yes. Please… put them back… for me..."

For a moment, Alter doesn't move.

She just stares at her wife. Her trembling hand slowly reaches for the swords lying beside her. As her fingers wrap around the first hilt, a wave of emotion crashes over her.

She grips the sword tighter, her hands shaking.

"Are they… really necessary?" she asks, voice strained, painfully. "You said you can control your demonic side now, right? Maybe… maybe you don't need them anymore."

"No," Morvena whispers, looking down at her. "We can't risk it. Please… let's not gamble with this… Not now."

"But—!" Alter chokes. "You'll be in pain again. You'll—"

"The pain?" Morvena smiles gently. "It's alright. I'm already used to it. And besides…"

She closes her eyes briefly, her next words soft as a breeze.

"My pain… it's nothing compared to yours."

That breaks her.

Alter clenches her jaw, eyes burning, and then finally shuts them tight. Tears begin to fall again, silent rivers down her cheeks.

"Please," Morvena says again. "Trust me. It's okay…"

A long, quiet moment passes.

Then finally—

"Alright…" Alter whispers, her voice trembling, barely holding together.

She lifts the first sealing sword.

Her hands shake as she points it toward Morvena's chest.

A breath.

A pause.

Then—swiftly—she drives it in.

Szzzzt.

The blade pierces deep, searing through corrupted flesh. A hiss of dark energy escapes as the sword slides into place. Morvena's body convulses violently, her teeth clenched tight, every muscle in her bound form quivering with pain. Black blood trickles from the wound, thick and slow, steaming as it hits the cold air.

But she doesn't scream.

She doesn't cry out.

Not even once.

Alter bites down on her own lip, nearly drawing blood, her body frozen for a moment as the weight of what she's doing crashes down again.

Then—her hand moves again.

The second sword.

She picks it up with a trembling grip.

Her arms are weaker now. Heavier. I can feel her struggling, not physically, but emotionally. She doesn't want to do this.

But she has to.

"Second one," she says softly, more to herself than to Morvena.

And again—she pushes.

Szzzt!

"NNNNrrrghhh…!" Morvena clenches her jaw as a strained, guttural cry escapes her throat. Her legs tremble. Her fingers twitch against the chains, trying and failing to move. Her head dips forward, sweat glistening on her pale forehead.

The pain is unbearable.

But she endures it.

"Are you… okay?" Alter asks through broken breath.

"Yes…" Morvena gasps, her voice cracked. "Please… the final one."

Alter nods slowly, tears falling freely now.

She reaches for the last sword.

Lifts it.

Then steadies it at Morvena's chest once more.

But before she moves—

"Felicia…" Morvena whispers, voice faint, like wind rustling through dying leaves.

"Yes?" Alter pauses, eyes wide.

"Next time… when we meet again… can you… introduce me to her? The one… inside you?"

Alter blinks. And then a bittersweet smile breaks across her face.

"Oh—right!" she nods, wiping her eyes quickly. "Yes, I will! Her name is Felicia too, and she's a silly one, just like you, and she has a girlfriend named Eris! And they have a very cute pet named Inky!"

Morvena smiles, even through the pain. "That sounds… amazing…" she breathes. "I'll… try my best… so we can talk… longer next time…"

"Nn!" Alter chokes back another sob, nodding quickly.

She leans closer, her forehead resting briefly against Morvena's. "And next time," she adds, trying to smile, "I'll bring you something better. I'll find you the best healing potion in the world. Something that can ease your pain, and help your soul feel whole again."

Morvena laughs—soft, faint, but full of warmth.

"Ahh… that would be nice," she says… then trails off.

"No… actually…"

She opens her eyes just a little.

"I just need one thing… if you have it…"

"What is it?" Alter asks gently.

Morvena closes her eyes again, her smile growing the tiniest bit.

"…Squishcakes."

Alter stares for a moment.

And then, she laughs.

It's quiet and breathless, half-choked through the tears still slipping down her cheeks.

"Right… squishcakes. I almost forgot how much of a sweet tooth you have…"

"Yeah…" Morvena murmurs with a weak smile. "It's been… a long time… since I had them…"

"ALRIGHT!" Alter suddenly declares, her voice breaking into something brighter. "I'll bring you every squishcake in the world! All the flavors! Strawberry swirl, moonberry, vanilla sunseed—everything! I will even bring ice creams! "

"Hehe…" Morvena giggles softly. "I'll be… looking forward to that…"

Then her smile fades a little. She closes her eyes briefly.

"…Now," she whispers. "The last sword… please…"

Alter nods, stepping in closer.

She leans in and gently presses her lips to Morvena's.

It's a soft kiss, tender and deep, desperate and real.

Morvena's lips are cold, but they still part for her, still press back.

And then—

SSSZTTT.

The final blade pierces through.

Morvena's entire body seizes in a violent jolt. Her teeth clamp down, too hard, biting into Alter's lip. Alter gasps against her mouth, the sharp taste of blood blooming between them, hot and metallic.

And as they break apart, lips quiver, breath trembles, tears spill down both their cheeks.

They're panting, shaken, barely holding on.

"Did it go in?" Morvena whispers hoarsely, a faint smirk curling at the corner of her mouth. "I barely felt… anything…"

Alter lets out a soft, teary laugh. She reaches up, gently pinching Morvena's cheek with trembling fingers.

"Silly girl…"

Morvena smiles again, barely.

Her eyelids flutter like paper in the wind.

And then… she begins to fade.

Slowly. Gradually.

Her breath comes softer, shallower. Her posture slumps. Her head begins to tilt downward as sleep—no, silence—takes her.

But just before her eyes fully close—

"Oh… fuck…" she breathes, voice brittle. "I forgot… please… be careful… of the light…"

"The… light?" Alter blinks. "What do you mean?"

"They are the one… who pulled the swords…"

"What???"

I don't understand either.

We both want to ask for more information.

But it's too late.

Morvena's head falls gently forward. Her breathing settles into stillness, and the space falls quiet once more.

Around us, the giant divine swords continue to glow, radiant and unwavering, casting a pale, celestial light over everything.