Death is not an escape, but there are others (DeliciousLust x Penny)

A bit frisky!

It perhaps caught Feng off guard how enthused Meg was with their intimacy, especially when she felt her hips ground against her stocking-clad thigh. There was the friction against silk and the intricate lace pattern wrapped around the stocking top, all while she could feel that dampness growing between Meg's legs that surely was more than just sweat. She giggled a little under her breath and would shush her quietly, all good things would come in time if she was patient enough. It seemed quite obvious that Meg was more than ready and she wanted her. Despite it did much about her actual escape or the situation with her ill mother, it was something to escape those woes. Some shred of temporary happiness they could both enjoy. Feng more than eager to provide those to her, albeit at her directed pace as she played more with Meg's body.

Feng couldn't help but smile at Meg's words with her nipple in her soft lips, hearing Meg's rapid breath and calling out her name in fondness. Her eyes would look upwards at Meg to catch those breathless words coming from her lips as she acknowledged it, making her wordless approval known. Feng hot and bothered as well, as she felt her panties within the garter belt becoming more confining with all of the warmth coming from Meg and everything she was doing to her. However, she derived more joy in pleasing Meg at the moment and she was more than happy to oblige to her request. She felt those legs around her body and those hands pulling at her electric blue hair. It seemed that she wasn't going to be going anywhere yet.

She would give Meg a murmur with her mouth being more than busy. It seemed pointless so what she said exactly but more about what she did next. Her tongue showed just as consideration as she did with her kisses, deftly sliding around the tender spots just around the nipple itself before the tip tongue found her found itself atop the nipple itself. She was more than happy to assault her sensitive spot there as her lips held her close with a suckle. Her other hand would continue to play with her other breast, her fingertips almost mimicking the same gesture as her tongue. As a professional gamer, she had to have good fingers when it came to reaction time and twitch moves. She deviated from the plan slightly and would give a flick just to keep her on her toes.

Speaking of keeping on her toes, their toes, it perhaps just barely passed Feng's mind that such intimate moments were typically magnets for killers and other psychotic monsters. Her eyes couldn't help but wander off for just a second before her full attention returned to Meg. It was probably a silly thought, that was the movies and this was reality. Somewhat, it was whatever the dark forces that kept them imprisoned here made it.

Feng would give Meg an apologetic look with her eyes as she released her from her administrations. Her tongue giving her breast a slow lap before she parted from her. However, she hadn't planned on leaving her just yet. Before Meg could complain, she would return the favour to the other breast and her hand switched places. Her trigger finger toyed with the other nipple that was moistened by her tongue earlier.

Resting more of her body on Meg, she knew that she perhaps kept her waiting long enough when it came to other sensations she could be happily feeding to her. Her free hand would brush up and down on the sides of her body in a soothing gesture. It did slowly wander southward to her butt, where her fingers would roam for a feel the yummy curvature at her hip. She would grasp quick feel before moving away. Once again, it would wander to the front of her thong but this time her fingers would push their way in from her waist, toward the source of the fond dampness she felt earlier. Trying to get her bearings as she slowly allocated her attention, she could only guide her fingers toward where it was most moist underneath her thong.

You're more than just a little wet, aren't you?
 
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At Feng's shushing, Meg quieted down and stopped grinding on her thigh, but only reluctantly. It was getting increasingly hard to control herself, her impulses becoming almost unconscious, but she made the effort to follow Feng's instructions nonetheless. Her grip on Feng's head eased as well, no longer holding her tight to her bosom, but continued stroking through her hair nonetheless.

One thing she couldn't stop was the noises as Feng continued to suckle her. It was only through Meg's concentrated effort that her cries of pleasure were reduced to gasps, squeaks, and whimpers. A part of her mind still knew that they were still weren't safe, that there could very well be a killer looking and listening for them, but Feng's attention to such a sensitive part of her body was just to intense for her to suppress entirely. She could only stop from crying out loud by physically holding in her breath, and her chest twitched in a way that Feng could surely feel through her lips and fingers. When she could, Meg would look down at Feng, trying to make eye contact and encourage her to keep going, but mostly she could only let her head lie slack on the pillow.

It only took a second for Feng to switch from one breast to the other, but in that momentary break she heard Meg's sigh - half of relief, half of mournful want - and felt Meg's hands sliding down her back, though they couldn't get far with Feng's head at her chest. The best they could do was reach the back strap of Feng's bra. When Feng began sucking the other nipple, Meg gasped again, but her hands continued to explore Feng's back, sliding back up to the back of her neck before both hands slipped under the bra's shoulder straps. From there, they slowly slid back down to the back strap, feeling at the skin underneath, before they unfastened the bra. Meg didn't try to pull it off, but it was definitely ready to go.

Meg's butt was athletic and muscular but still pleasantly soft to the touch, and she clearly didn't mind Feng's quick feel. Nonetheless, Meg's legs opened wider of their own accord as Feng's slipped under her thong, slipping over the skin until Feng could confirm that yes, Meg was well more than a little wet. As Feng's fingers slipped over those slick folds, Meg's muscles stiffened, her fingers curled on Feng's back, and she finally went silent as her breath caught in her throat, going still in anticipation.
 
There was perhaps some miscommunication on Feng's part as she hadn't intended for Meg to completely stop what she was doing. However, the side effect of Meg's interpretation of her shush was that Feng could see her attempt to bottle up those sounds and emotions that were coming from her lust. Feng didn't take great delight in her personal restraint but she had to admit that she found her rather adorable. She wasn't going to correct her just yet but perhaps it was an encouragement to herself to see if she could somehow break that resistance despite Meg's self-control. When Meg stopped grinding on her thigh, she would shift her thigh slightly against her to upkeep that sensation.

Feng was more than ready to catch Meg's gaze directed at her, even as her hands and mouth were more than busy tantalizing and stroking her to the best of her abilities. Her nimble fingers would continue to circle around one nipple while her other breast might have been inadvertently marked with its share of blue marks from Feng's lipstick as she softly suckled on it while being played with her tongue. It was good to see the feedback on her affections while seeing there she was giving her any sort of warning signs that someone could be behind it. It wasn't entirely strange how such instincts were still active here.

Eventually, Feng did break from attention on Meg and released her breast from her lips with a goofy smile on her lips and a happy sigh. Her hand did remain on her to tease her further, however. She arched her back slightly to stretch until she noticed how her bra had loosened without her knowing as she was so preoccupied. Her momentary confusion soon turned into a knowing look as she gazed at Meg like she was reprimanding a child. Truthfully, she didn't mind and glad she did it, especially when her hands were full and she was feeling so confined now. She leaned in for a moment and whispered to her ear with a hot breath. "Someone is very naughty, you are very bad girl, Meg...Why are you ganking me?"

Feng would give her ear a teasing nibble before she lifted herself from Meg once more. Her hand below gave her folds and slowly drag, certainly making a quick detour to her sensitive nub, before pulling out of her thong. She would lick her moistened fingers, wanting to catch her scent and taste her. Her eyes would look to her with intent as she wanted more. Perhaps, she could get her fill later? Doing the rest of the work, she reached behind her and peeled off the bra from her body. Her hands rested atop her breasts to cover herself momentarily, remembering those mementoes she got from her wild nights out. Meg shared more than enough with her, however, and some little piercings were probably the least of that. She dropped her hands to show off those barbell piercings before she laid her bosom atop of Meg. There was a small shiver that ran up her body as she felt less covered and more sensitive. She leaned in for another deep kiss, as she did also miss Meg's lovely lips and her tongue. However, this was going to be a trade as her hand wandered back down and slipped her the waist of her thong, cupping a feel of her butt as she continued down to her thigh, intending to take the garment with her.
 
"I, uh - " Meg whispered, her breath catching when Feng nibbled her ear, "I don't know what that meeee-!"

Meg's back slowly arched as Feng's fingertip dragged through her soft folds. Her eyelids fluttered and she sucked in a shuddering breath, everything in her body going as taut as a spring. It finally released when Feng turned her attention to Meg's clitoris; Meg's body bucked, she released her breath in an involuntary cry, and her legs kicked, one heel digging into the bedsheet. Further touching elicited a less dramatic response, but Meg couldn't stop the rhythm of desperate, gasping moans, or the drag of her gnarled fingertips along Feng's back. For all of her stoic bravery during the trials, she was now practically helpless, humbled by Feng's touch.

Meg's hands fell away from Feng's back as she straightened. As Feng lifted her wet finger to her lips, Meg turned her head away, embarrassed, but her eyes traveled back to watch the gamer taste her. It seemed crude, but she did hope Feng enjoyed it. Not just because Meg wanted Feng's tongue to go straight to the source (though she was excitedly anticipating that), but also because she just wanted Feng to enjoy her - all of her, and in every way. There was so little happiness to be found in this place; Meg wanted to be Feng's source of it. She, too, knew there was no way things would go back to the way they were after this. She didn't know what the future held, but she hoped she and Feng would face it together, and be stronger for it.

But also it was because Meg was horny and she wanted Feng so fucking badly. Meg's head turned back to face Feng as she pulled off the bra, eagerly anticipating the sight of those piercings again. She gave a small, whining moan as Feng covered up, Meg's hands sliding over Feng's sides above her hips, then grinned greedily as Feng finally revealed herself. Really, the piercings were more cute than transgressive, but they just seemed so out of character for the gamer that they felt like a dirty secret only they shared.

"These look really good on you," Meg whispered, her eyes locked on Feng's barbell piercings. Her hands slid up Feng's torso to cup her breasts, gently but firmly squeezing them before her fingers traced over their skin to her nipples. First, they danced on the nipples themselves, then explored the piercings, testing Feng's responses when they put pressure on one barbell end or another, gently turning them. "You said they don't hurt anymore, right?"

She made eye contact with Feng, her eyes hooded and teasing, her voice a throaty whisper. "Have you felt someone suck your nipples with them in, yet, or am I going to be the first?"

She gave her nipples a final tweak as Feng leaned in for another deep kiss, then wrapped her arms around her back. It felt good to have nothing between them; Feng's body heat directly on her skin, the metal of the piercings pressed directly against Meg's own breasts. It felt natural and right. Meg gave a deep, satisfied moan into the kiss, lifting her hips to help Feng slide the thong off her hips and down her legs.
 
Feng hadn't thought she could get such a response out of Meg but seeing as much as she had been teasing her, such a reaction perhaps gave her some indication that she was on the right track. Their time together had been consumed with survival, panic, and fear. They didn't own much of the time she shared together in those instances, but this was different as they cast their caution to the wind and made this moment theirs. Feng wanted to savour it in every way she could but at the same time, she also wanted to give Meg what she desired. At this point, she could almost imagine the girl aching for her. She could see it. There were so many ways to go about this, Feng almost felt spoiled for choice and wanted to use it best to spoil Meg in return.

At Meg's rather enthused interest in her bared breasts and the piercings, which clearly adorned her erect nipples as much as they enticed attention, Feng couldn't help but bite her lip and look a bit bashful. It clearly wasn't something she gave too much thought in when she got them but now that she did have them, she did like their appeal. For the longest time, she felt a bit embarrassed about them, that it might make her look like some extreme rebel with a baditute issue. However, seeing as Meg found a liking to them, she was more than happy to own them. She would slowly drag her gaze back to Meg with a small smirk on her lips. "Thank you, Meg..."

"Aaahn..." Feng would say as her next sound as Meg's hand found their way to her breasts and her fingers to her tender nipples. She had to bite her lower lip as the barbells were tweaked, fighting the urge to quirk as those sharp but pleasing sensations found their way to her core. Thankfully, it had been long enough that they didn't hurt but still close enough that she was still getting used to them. Sensitive didn't quite fully describe it at the moment as she found herself rubbing her stocking-clad thighs together as it felt very good. Despite having them for some time, she hadn't exactly had sex with said piercings yet. Meg was going to be her first, so to speak.

Her other hand would join the other on Meg's hips as she helped Meg ease out of the panties during their deep kiss, her intention to save all this newfound lingerie for another occasion than to lose it so easily. She would break from the kiss with a triumphant smile that she was able to get Meg mostly naked, showing her own thong before she flung it easily away to where her rhinestone bra was laying on the bed. Her hands roamed up her legs before they found themselves on her thigh and gave them long soothing strokes as she looked to her eyes.

"You're really...hot..." Feng said after a pause, as she tried to find the right word of what Meg must be feeling at the moment, hot and bothered. It was clear that she was aroused and horny, which Feng was more than happy to appease.

"How do you want it?" She asked her as she looked at, very eager to hear her request. However, her hands didn't wait to entertain themselves as she waited. She would place the back of her hand on Meg's entry and grind gently against her as she did with her knee a while ago, slowly shifting against her outer folds. It gave Feng the idea that they could grind together, release together. However, it would make kissing Meg difficult. Her hand turned and found their place with her fingers as she circled around her entry, slowly easing a finger in. Her intruding finger didn't quite penetrate too deeply, wanting her to get more accustomed before she could be more...giving.
 
Meg bit her lower lip and smiled as she tweaked Feng's piercings, enjoying the pleased sounds Feng made in response. She couldn't help feeling a bit selfish, having received Feng's actions so passively so far, even though she knew Feng enjoyed giving them. It felt good to give back and be the provider for once. It was short-lived, as she had to move her hands once they kissed, but Meg figured she'd get the chance again eventually. She had no intention of making this a brief encounter.

Meg made no attempt to cover herself or close her legs after Feng removed her thong. She had nothing to hide, not from her. She moaned again as Feng's hands stroked up her thighs, despite being relatively tame; at this point, Meg was so aroused that pretty much any touch was intense to her. Thankfully, she didn't have long to wait, and as Feng's hand returned to between Meg's legs, she pushed against it, her hips trying to grind as they had on her thigh earlier. As Feng turned her hand, Meg whimpered in sheer desire, her sheer want almost maddening. Feng's finger slipped inside her easily, and to Meg, her slow approach was downright torturous. She needed more.

She couldn't take it anymore. Meg reached down, put her hand over Feng's, and pushed her finger deeper inside of her. At the same time, her other hand went to the back of Feng's head and held it in place as Meg pushed a deep, aggressive kiss on her. She didn't break it until she had to come up for air.

"I want - I want you to fuck me without holding back," Meg gasped, breathing heavily. "You can't break me. If you hurt me, that's okay. Fuck me any way you want, but do it fast and hard and deep and oh, god, I want you so much. I need you, please. Fuck me like you want me to beg for mercy."
 
Feng certainly hadn't forgotten how Meg touched her and gave her a small taste of what she could do with those piercings found on both her nipples. She hadn't had anyone touched her ever since she got them but welcomed the pleasure with the sensitivity that they gave to her. She would welcome more of Meg's touches but she was indeed happy for now with pleasing Meg, especially when she entrusted her with everything about her body. Meg would come first and foremost.

She would kiss her back when she kissed her aggressively, perhaps a bit caught off caught seeing how asserting she way. Even without her words, Feng had a good idea of why with how easily her finger slipped inside her of her and she could feel her moist depths that she was more than responsible for. The time to tread carefully and slowly had easily long passed, Feng certainly now had to keep up with the athletic runner. Her eyes looked at her intently as she gave her permission, begging her to give it her all. Feng easily drank in each word.

"Okay, Meg," She said after gulping her breath and giving a quick lick of her lips as some personal obligation to honour. It wasn't a burden, she truly wished to give Meg everything she asked for and more. "I will fuck you until you scream...I won't stop even if you do..."

Feng slowly closed the distance between once more and took her into another kiss like before, almost in a slight trance as she found their bound connection so toxicating. Her tongue slipped deep into her lips as she sought out hers. Her finger slowly left Meg's entry and she dragged the moist digit across her thigh as she smeared it with her juices. However, Meg didn't have to wait for long as Feng plunged back into her wet folds, this time with her two longer fingers. Her fingers to push inside her inner walls and would start thrusting without pause. She would place her thumb upwards to where her clit was found, resting on it at first and allowing the movements of her thurst enough to tease her. It wouldn't stay dormant for long as she slowly circled her thumb around the sensitive nub.

Regrettably, her kiss was broken and she slowly kissed down her neck as she made her way down, both as an apology and hinting the direction she was travelling down. Her lips would soon enough find themselves on one of her nipples once more, suckling and hinting a few bold nibbles. She would reach with her other hand and grope without consideration, giving the breast a firm squeeze as she would brush her teeth on the attended nipple.
 
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"Okay, Meg. I will fuck you until you scream...I won't stop even if you do..."
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It was dirty. It was slutty. Meg should have been offended just to hear it, should have been ashamed to enjoy it. Instead she could only feel privileged to hear Feng say something so raw. "Thank you," she whispered, heartfelt, before their lips met again.

Meg's tongue met Feng's again, swirling over and around it like an intimate dance. Her left hand moved to Feng's back, holding her close, while the one that had been holding Feng's finger inside of her instead moved to her ass, slipping under the blue panties to cup and squeeze one cheek. Meg whimpered into Feng's mouth, disappointed, as her finger withdrew along her thigh, but bucked as two fingers took her place. Every thrust elicited a soft, grateful moan from Meg, and her hips shifted to meet her hand, guiding her fingertips towards her G-spot. When Feng's thumb began to circle her clitoris as well, Meg's short, pulsing sounds of pleasure were replaced as the kiss broke, her head falling back with a long, loud moan of pleasure.

She bit down on her lower lip as Feng kissed at her neck, though that did nothing to stop the sounds of her moaning and ragged breathing as Feng continued to thrust into her. With her back arched, her generous breasts were all but pushed into Feng's face, every involuntarily twitch and writhe of her body visible in the subtle movements of the soft flesh. Her nipples were hard, red nubs, demanding attention, and Meg's moaning caught in her throat as Feng took one into her mouth. She hissed through clenched teeth as she squeezed her breast and nibbled at her, the touch of her teeth on the sensitive tissue sending just the slightest shocks of pain through her body.

"Ah, f-fuck-!" she managed to gasp out. It hurt, and it felt so good. With Feng moving down her body, her hands slid up her back to her head. One stroked at the side of Feng's head, just behind her ear, while the other dug into her electric blue hair and pushed her more firmly to her breast. Meg's knee, carefully maneuvering not to disrupt the movements of Feng's hand, rose between Feng's legs to push against her crotch as well, putting pressure through the material of her panties to at least give back a fraction of what Feng was giving her.

"M-more," Meg mumbled. "Harder." She'd never felt this before. She'd never begged a man to hurt her in bed, nor would she have trusted them to, but Feng was different. They'd barely gotten started and Meg could already feel a crescendo beginning to build inside of her.
 
Feng let out a happy sigh when she felt Meg's return under her panties to find itself on her butt cheek. She would shift her hips slightly to encourage Meg to get more than a handful of her rump. While it felt sexy and empowering to be clad in such expensive lingerie, it starting to become more of a constraint than anything. They were slowly wearing out their welcome. The panties started to feel more constricting and snug, Meg could likely feel that when her hand went under her panties and how her how she was getting. Then again, Meg was likely preoccupied with her. The only consolation that it kept Meg's hand locked in on her butt, although she felt some aching in her back of her mind that she wished Meg explored further than just touching her there.

A part of her felt rather relieved that her more aggressive affection was met by approval from Meg, forgetting that unspoken rule about remaining quiet. Feng didn't care if anyone else heard, even the Killer, so long as he or she didn't make their way over anytime soon. At this point, it was hard for Feng to show restraint otherwise, her body was heated in more ways than one and the same could be said about her mind as she became more determined. She let out a happy giggle when Meg cursed out loud and she didn't stop either, further giving her fuel to continue her assault on her breasts as the other than joined in pinching the other nipple. After each nibble, she would give Meg a small reprieving in a lick from her tongue before landing another nibble on her.

"Mmmpph..." Feng said incoherently when she felt her leg drag between her legs, just about when she was thinking of rubbing her thighs together against. She rolled her eyes back as she suddenly feeling coursed through her from her hips. Her arousal had been stewing for a while and Meg could easily feel some dampness on Feng's panties. Feng couldn't help but rub herself between her leg as there was the piercing on her hood that strategically sat atop of her own clit. For all the times Feng had regretted her piercings, this wasn't one of those moments as the piercing did its role in enhancing her pleasure and teasing her further.

"Hard difficulty? Impossible difficulty?" Feng said when she gave her two blinks in question at the request. Both girls were familiar with pain, that was a fact. That was the only hesitation she showed, however, as daringly added another finger to her efforts, stretching out her entry until it was engorged inside her entry. Her hand thrusts were more forceful and faster now, especially now she had taken into consideration where Meg was more sensitive around her G-spot. Her thumb on her clit was less precise now as she stroked it with more friction, perhaps only alieved with how slick her digits were getting from Feng's thrusts. She almost bit more than nibble on her nipple, then moved to double the gesture on the other nipple. Her teeth would hold on her nipple as she pulled upwards with her eyes looking at her intently with a look that almost said: You asked for this.
 
"Aaah!" Meg whined as Feng's teeth pulled on her nipple. She was no longer dancing on the edge of causing pain, now - this genuinely hurt. Meg's hands curled into fists on Feng's head, pulled at the hair clenched in her curled fingers. "You - you - !"

Meg took a deep breath and focused, then looked up at Feng. Her hands flattened to caress Feng's cheeks. "European Extreme difficulty," she whispered, then, "I'm close."

Then she laid back and surrendered her body to Feng again. She moaned, her back curving, as she felt the pleasure radiating out from Feng's fingers inside of her. Her hips rocked, trying to match Feng's frequency to push her fingers in ever further and ever firmer. Her breathing quickened to the pace of Feng's thumb on her clit, while her leg rubbed back and forth on Feng's panties, enjoying the feeling of moisture soaking through and onto her skin. Her other leg curled around Feng, not wanting to let her go. She could feel anticipation building within her, a tightness in her nerves and muscles as they readied for blessed release. Her knuckles, still in Feng's hair, went white with the intensity of her grip. The leg she had around Feng pulled her closer, while the one between her legs dragged and ground up against her panties, trying to give her something in return for the glorious sensations she felt.

"Ah, fuck, F-Feng!" Meg managed to shout before all she could produce was a wordless scream of pleasure. Her orgasm snapped through her body, her muscles rippling and her nerves on fire. She held Feng's face tight to her chest, fingertips dragging trails in her hair, and her thighs clamped shut on Feng's hand, like she wanted to keep it there forever. She sucked in a ragged breath and screamed again before her taut body went limp and she slumped, muscles quivering. With all the strength she could muster, she grabbed Feng under the armpits and pulled her up until their faces were level so she could kiss her again, arms wrapping around her back and her head as she moaned and whimpered into her mouth to the tune of her spasmatic aftershocks.
 
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Feng blinked when she heard Meg whine out in a different way that wasn't entirely used to, for a moment wondering if she had pushed too far. She doubted that but still her consideration for Meg did make her wonder if she should keep going or stop. She looked up at Meg when she felt her hands on her cheeks, which were blushing and warm, as her lips slowly creased into a cat-like smile when she mentioned her desired difficulty level. Was there a Dance Dance Revolution game from some years back? Never they less, she bit and tugged on her nipple once more, tormenting her once more with the pain she was giving her.

"Hnnmg..." She moaned when she felt Meg's leg assert itself between her legs once more. While she wasn't as close as Meg, the moaning and heavy breathing she was getting out of her did more than encourage her, become less restraint in vocalizing her pleasure. She closed her eyes for a moment and gave a brief shudder, the dampness between her legs did deepen more with Meg's leg. It made her feel so dirty and naughty to ruin her panties like this. She took a beath in and gave a shake of her head as she return her attention back to Meg, and only her as a form of retaliation. Her fingers thursted into her firmly, now coated much of Meg's juices and worked against Meg's own hips to give her was she wanted. She continued to stroke at her clit, accidentally brushing her nail against her in her empassioned efforts.

Feng cried out when Meg screamed her orgasm. Even if not quite in the same way, she felt Meg's body tense and press her face on her lovely chest. There were slight pangs of pain from her hair as it was being pulled but she didn't mind in the slightest. Her hand stay locked to her, she had no intentions of leaving her. The fingers and thumb continued to push into her relentlessly even at her peak, slowly down to only her thumb giving gentle strokes on her hood as she was enjoying the afterglow. Meg wasn't going to be let go abruptly. She would release the nipple from her mouth and move up to her to kiss her deeply as they celebrated this moment together. Her othet arm wrapped over her shoulder as she brought her close.
 
Eventually, Meg's breathing eased, the shocks of pleasure calming. One hand slid up from Feng's back to her head so that Meg could stroke her hair - not painfully as she had before, but gently and warmly. Her head was clearer now, and despite everything that had stressed her before - whether the killer was listening, whether she'd ever escape this world, whether anything would be left for her if she did - she felt a deep sense of peace and fulfillment. She couldn't believe it had taken so long for her and Feng to come together like this.

"Thank you," she whispered, breaking the kiss and opening her eyes to look at her. "Not just, you know, that right now, but for being here. For being you. For all of this."

She smiled, then rolled over in the bed, putting Feng beneath her. She kissed her again, then pulled back into a kneeling position over her, admiring Feng's body. The gamer's breasts were exposed, but she was still covered by her garter belt, stockings, and panties. That wouldn't do at all.

"Now..." Meg said slowly, her voice like velvet, looking at Feng with lidded eyes. "There's something I owe you..."

One hand drifted over Feng's torso, lazily sliding up her side to her ribs to give one breast a reassuring squeeze and running a thumb over a nipple just once before sliding away again, traveling downward to the garter belt. Meg laid down over Feng and kissed her on the lips again, then slowly traveled lower, her lips kissing at the side of her jaw, then her neck, then her collarbone. Her hand slid under the garter belt for a moment, just to feel out its boundaries, before snaking around behind Feng and feeling at the straps that connected it to her stockings, her fingertips examining the clasps by touch in an attempt to discern how they worked.
 
Feng smiled lazily back in return as Meg eased up on her hair and stroked it affectionately. She was loving the attention that was given to her in any form from Meg, whether it was impassioned or affectionate. Likewise, her hand did ease up slowly as they came to a brief rest from their fun. Her eyes would sneak a look at Meg in their kiss as if to check to see if she was truly still there and not some dream that she was having. What she was feeling, through her natural senses and internally in her heart seemed almost too good a the moment. If it were not real, that might have been too much for her to bear and she had endured through a lot on these trials. None of them would be comparable to losing Meg at the moment.

She couldn't help but giggle and give her a bashful shrug of her shoulder, like what she did was no effort at all. Her eyes dared to waver for a moment as she glanced off before she would meet Meg's own intently. "Is nothing, Meg. I am happy just being with you..."

Truly, it was good enough being with her and that she was close by. Of course, being to touch her and especially become intimate with her was something that she didn't mind. Relish, actually. It made her heart flutter and she was especially feeling that when she was rolled over with now Meg on the offence. She gave her a shy smile, a bit bashful but welcoming of anything Meg may want to do to her. Her gaze went downwards for a moment as she took notice where Meg was looking, her barbell piercings glinting slightly in the moonlight as they called for attention with very little effort on her part. She was feeling so wet and the damp spot on the panties was good evidence of that, pressing her thighs together as she tried to hide that fact from Meg before opening them up again. As she wanted to make clear to Meg earlier, she could whatever she wished. She would lean in and give her another affectionate kiss before speaking. "You don't owe me. I'm no bank...but I will take whatever you give me..."

"Ouuuhh..." She murmured and stopped herself from flinching back as she felt the thumb over her piercing nipple. They felt more sensitive than she thought but the kiss given to her was more than enough to remedy that. She would kiss her softly at first and then grew more possessive as she could feel her moving away from her. Her breath grew as she felt a bit needy, Meg kissing her but she couldn't quite kiss her back in the same way. Her hand slid down her back, feeling the surface of that lovely toned body before she guided her hand upwards to her neck, stroking it affectionately to encourage her further to explore her. She bit her lower lip, already missing the feel of Meg's lips on her own but withholding another moan within her.

A part of her almost felt impatient when she felt Meg's hand both outside and inside her undergarment. She knew full well that Meg undoing her new-found undergarments might be in itself a success they could both enjoy together, when she figures it out. However, that wasn't to say that she couldn't help her potentially. Her other hand place itself atop of those curious fingertips of Meg's so that she would be more focused on the clasp. She hoped that Meg would realize there were subtle moving parts there and not pure magic keeping her stockings in place.
 
Meg felt Feng's hands on her own and gratefully allowed them to guide her, essentially allowing her to undo the first clasp while Meg focused on learning how they worked. It only tool one; everyone in the trials was pretty good with their hands after fixing so many generators and binding so many wounds, and Meg - always a physical person - was better than most. With the first clasp done, she took Feng's hand in her own and squeezed it reassuringly, then went to work on the other clasps.

Meg kissed Feng's collarbone again, parted her lips and traced her clavicle with the tip of her tongue. Softly, slowly, her tongue reached the end of her collarbone and then traced down the center of Feng's chest until Meg felt the swell of her breast under her cheek. She kissed the skin between them, inhaling Feng's scent, then - on a sudden whim - laid her head on her chest, ear slightly to the left of center. She could heart Feng's heartbeat beating away in her chest. After so long in the trials, Meg had come to fear the sound of a beating heart, associating it with impending pain and death. But for the moment, she simply stopped and listened to Feng's heart thumping away. She opened her eyes and looked up at Feng. This sound, this moment, felt incredibly precious.

Finally, she started moving again, her lips grazing over the curve of Feng's breast until they reached her nipple. Meg's tongue gently, but firmly, probed around the nub of flesh, exploring the rounded side of each barbell before she closed her mouth around it, suckling. Meg didn't rush; she had Feng inside of her now, if only just barely, and took the time to savour it. Her sucking movements were slow, deep, and loving, listening for Feng's reaction to each suck and adjusting until she'd found her optimal tempo. Eventually she released the nipple, but only to move to the other and give it the same treatment.

Meg had released all of the garter belt's clasps by now, and she finally left Feng's breasts, planting a line of kisses down Feng's front, past her ribs, past her navel, finally reaching the hem of her panties. She slipped her fingertips under the upper edges of the stockings and looked up at Feng again, giving her a playfully naughty look, before she took the hem of the panties between her teeth and pulled downward. Slowly, careful not to damage the lingerie, she pulled down, sliding the stockings and panties off of Feng's legs and placing them aside on the bed. Meg took one foot, kissing at the knuckles of her toes before moving up the bridge of her foot to her ankle, then the length of her leg, delicately kissing the recently uncovered skin and inhaling its scent. At her knee, Meg circled to the inside of Feng's thigh, each kiss getting deeper and slower until she reached the sensitive skin where her leg joined her lip. Meg slid her tongue along that skin, then up to Feng's mons pubis, where she allowed her lips to rest for a few seconds, letting the anticipation build. Finally she leaned back slightly, admiring the sight of Feng and that glint of naughty, daring metal. She ran her palms over Feng's thighs, then let one hand stray in between and run her thumb over her outer folds.

"You're already warmed up," Meg said slowly, making eye contact with Feng, "so why don't we start with a jog."

Meg leaned in against and dragged her tongue over Feng's clitoris, then around, toying with the piercing just to see what happened. Her hand shifted to put the tip of her middle finger against her entrance, letting it stay there just long enough to prepare Feng before it slowly pushed inside, exploring her.
 
Feng gave her a small content smile as she was able to figure out her way around the garter belts. It might have been more practical to wear her panties outside of her garters but it certainly would have been less stylish. With her lingerie attended, her hand would give the back of Meg's hand a momentarily blush before it left and curiously found itself on her head. She would brush her red hair gentle before her fingertips gently went down her braid until it stopped where it ended to playfully play with the ends of her hair.

Her eyes went wide when she felt the tongue around her collar before giving a small shiver with half-closed eyes as she felt Meg's tongue do more than just touching her with her damp warmth. She had a pretty good idea where she might have been going as she felt her head touch the tops of her breasts. As Meg would easily find out, Feng's heartbeat was beating at a faster pace than normal but at a controlled pace, doing her best to keep calm as she held her arousal in check. Now that she was receiving all of this lovely attention from Meg, there was perhaps no reason to remain collected or focus. She could moan and scream, not because of anguish but what she was genuinely feeling from Meg. Positive emotions almost felt foreign until tonight. Her gaze would meet Meg's when they opened up again, giving her a small smile before giving her a nod to show that she was more than ready for her to keep going.

"Ooh..." Feng sucked back a sharp breath when she saw Meg nearing her pierced nipple. Instinctively, her hand went for the sheets on the bed and gave them a preemptive grip. While her hardened nipples weren't touched quite yet, she could certainly feel them as being more sensitive and vulnerable to the bare open air. She gasped a few breaths when Meg teased her at first before finally going for the full nipple itself. Her eyes almost closed by instinct but she forced one open to look at Meg, her heart beating faster as she wanted to see what Meg going to do to her. It wasn't enough to just feel it, but she wanted to see Meg attend to her and not miss a moment. However, Feng couldn't keep it inside her any longer before she gasps for quick breaths after unknowingly holding it for so long as letting out a small whimper as the sharp sensations ran through her. Her hand at her hair shock a little as she stopped herself from tugging back Meg's braided hair but instead found itself atop of her head to encourage her to go further. At this point, she didn't know what was more uncomfortable, feeling her nipples being played with or being left alone.

She gave Meg a small pout as she left her breasts and slowly descended down further her body but watching her intently to see what else she had planned for her. The fact that she not only undid her garter belt straps but would manage to take off a few articles of clothing off of her was rather surprising and earned an astonished gasp from her as she slid down her body with them. Her hand would attempt to follow Meg as she did so but ultimately lose her. She might have pouted but the bare sensation of being practically nude now overtook her as she shivered at the idea alone as she felt her bare butt on the sheets of the damaged bed. Certainly, she was laid out for Meg to see, smell and taste if she wanted to. As her damp panties hinted earlier, she was wet and more than ready after everything she inflicted on Meg.

Thankfully, she didn't have to miss Meg for long when she felt her kisses on her leg as she rejoined her. She bit her lower lip as she fought back a shiver as the combination of cool air and Meg's soothing warm kisses were felt on her body. For a moment, she looked embarrassed, almost wanting to tell Meg to stop. She was so wet and ready, such a naughty and dirty girl to someone who had never seen her in such a light until tonight. However, wasn't this what she wanted and if felt good. At the moment, the English words in her vocabulary seemed to have vanished to articulate any of these thoughts. Ultimately, she was more than glad to let Meg continue as her moisten labia even smeared her juices on her thumb.

"...Jog?" Was all she managed to say as she repeated her last word curiously. This all before she tensed up and laid back to arch her back as she felt that sweet tongue on her clitoris, those tender nerves toyed further with the rather strategically placed piercing through her hood. She bent her knees as she brought her legs up on the bed and curled her toes. Her entry was more than receptive of the finger as she entered her moist interior and Meg could certainly feel her inner wall almost firm against the digit as she wanted to feel everything she was giving her.
 
"Yes, a jog," Meg teased, withdrawing her tongue for a moment. She gave Feng's clit a soft peck of a kiss, her lips dragging over the piercing, before speaking again. "Just to start."

Her finger was rhythmic, neither slow nor fast, pushing into her with firm strength. It turned and explored within her, playing over her inner walls and testing Feng's reaction to every angle and area. When she found a particularly sensitive spot, she didn't linger there; she moved on to experiment with other areas, but occasionally returned to treat Feng again while Meg mentally catalogued her most effective movements. Her tongue marked is return by playing over her clitoris again, but then left it alone, dragging through Feng's folds around Meg's finger. Only occasionally, when Feng didn't expect it, did it return to roughly slide over and around her nub, shocking her with a rush of sensation. Meg usually had her eyes closed, but whenever she did this, she opened them to look up at Feng and coyly watch her expression.

Her other hand was more intimidate, sliding up the top of Feng's thigh, gently caressing her flesh before returning back down and under one butt cheek. From there it traveled up Feng's torso, over her hips and all the way to her ribs. It paused on the garter belt, wondering if she should take it off. Even though the difference was academic at this point, she liked the idea of finally having Feng truly naked and exposed, with absolutely nothing between them. Eventually she decided against it; Meg still had her stockings, and something felt naughty about fucking with some bits of the lingerie still on. And besides, it did go well with her hair.

"Okay, that's enough jogging," Meg finally said. She laid her head on Feng's thigh, looking up at her with lidded eyes. While Feng watched, she licked her lips and grinned. "Let's move up to a run."

A second finger joined the first inside of Feng, and they started thrusting fast and hard, but still rhythmically. She returned to all the sensitive spots she'd memorized inside of Feng, now focusing on them exclusively. Her tongue went back to Feng's nub, lavishing it with impassioned energy, pushing down on the bar piercing when she could.
 
The jogging analogy perhaps didn't make too much sense with Feng until she felt Meg's brushing on her most tender of places and her finger wander into her. Feng tossed her back and gasped out a breath then found herself panting for air. She rolled her blue-haired head on the bed and looked up at the ceiling, perhaps only noticing the peeling paint in the room for the first time. Her thighs involuntarily found themselves squeezing on Meg's head. She would buck her hips suddenly to make it clear she found that sensitive spot inside her, rather astonished at how fast Meg was able to work. When she could finally catch enough of her breath, she would breath out her lover's name,"Oh, Meg..."

Feng placed a hand on the bed and prop up slightly just so she could see Meg. Her other hand stroked through her red hair, perhaps less mindful of how she had done her braids this time around. It was difficult to be considerate now with all of these emotions that Meg was feeding her. At the moment, it was perhaps right for her to be selfish She was being catered by Meg, after all, or was it the other way around? Feng bit her lower lip and would give small nods for Meg to continue with what she was doing. However, her viewing position didn't last for very long went Meg found its way to her clitoris and Feng hand slipped as she dropped back down on the bed, a moan escaping her lips as her shoulders hit the sheets once more. She would more than welcome the hand on her butt. It didn't seem like she minded keeping on the garter belt, now that she wasn't in the thick of her inner passions, she didn't seem to mind a lot of things. Things like her scent filling the room as she few wetter with Meg's finger inside her. She was embarrassed with how aroused she was getting but now she was happy with how wet she was getting. Slowly but surely, she began to shift her hips against the finger. This might have been a rough start for her but she was ready for more.

"<Oh...I want to run with you,>Meg," Feng would say out breathlessly in Mandarin before Meg would indeed make good on her word and add another finger inside of her. The second finger was more than welcome past her soaked folds when it entered and Feng was more than ready as she began to move against the fingers, moving her butt on the sheets and Meg's hand. Her eyes would roll back before she fought with herself to look back at Meg, giving her a weak smile between her breaths. "<Yeah, yeah...don't stop...fuck...>"
 
"Feng," Meg answered Feng's cries with a whisper. Her tongue and fingers continued their work, but Meg's eyes were locked on Feng's face, studying her reactions, not wanting to miss a moment of her pleasure. Every cry, quiver, and clench of Feng's body sent a thrill of joy through Meg's chest, and her head sang with pride and gratitude as she felt her getting wetter under her palm. With her other hand, she held Feng's thigh close to her face, loving the feeling of warmth on her cheek, then moved it to Feng's head in her hair.

"If you need to pull this or anything, go ahead," Meg said, guiding a braid into Feng's grip and closing her hand around it. "You can't hurt me. Not enough to stop me."

This was divine. The sight of Feng's smile, the sound of her cries, even the scent of her arousal was gratifying in a way completely different but just as powerful, if not more so, as Meg's recent orgasm. After so much running and suffering in this place, even a moment of pleasure was priceless - but it didn't compare to the feeling of giving that pleasure to others. Meg could feel that warmth between her legs again, but now, it was a distant second to her need to satisfy her lover. Meg couldn't stop a wide, goofy grin of elation from spreading over her face when she felt Feng's hips start to shift around her fingers, knowing she was on the right track. Feng deserved any comfort she could get in this place, and it would be Meg's pleasure to give it to her.

When Feng began moaning in Mandarin, Meg slowed, then stopped, withdrawing her fingers and pulling back from Feng's crotch. Her left hand took its place, her thumb teasing over her clitoris and entrance in long, regular strokes, but they were agonizingly slow, only enough to keep the momentum going while Meg locked eyes with Feng. Deliberately, Meg raised her right hand to her face and licked Feng's juices off her index and middle fingers while Feng watched.

"I don't know what you just said," Meg said, leaning over Feng. Her right hand returned to Feng's crotch and her fingers pushed inside her again - slow the first time, but faster the next - while Meg moved up Feng's body, as smooth and predatory as a snake. "But I think it was, 'running's not enough, Meg...'"

Meg's face lowered to Feng's body, her tongue dragging over her stomach and up to her breasts. Meg detoured long enough to take one nipple into her mouth for a moment before continuing on and up Feng's body until their faces were even. Her fingers increased in speed, hitting all the sensitive spots they were before without mercy.

"So let's sprint to the finish line!" Meg whispered, then locked Feng in a kiss, her tongue eagerly entering her mouth to join her again. Meg's free arm snaked under Feng's back to hold her close, while her legs intertwined with Feng's, and her fingers continued to stimulate her, her thumb finding her clit, and working with furious intensity to finally bring her to climax she'd so patiently awaited and deserved.
 
Feng caught herself being slightly ashamed with how turned on she was and perhaps making a bit of a mess. However, it seemed that Meg almost relished it and Feng could easily see it in Meg's eyes were trained on her, almost waiting for every inevitable reaction that could be coaxed out of her by both Meg's fingers and lips. Every inner struggle and outburst seemed to be almost absorbed by her lover's eyes. It did make Feng wonder if Meg was potentially possessed by a sort of demon or something worse. Or perhaps, this was something that she herself was responsible for after what she had lovingly done to Meg. On the off-chance Meg would do something cruel to her, something a killer would do even, she would even gladly surrender to her then.

She let out a small whimper as she looked at Meg helplessly. However, her hands tightened around the braid as she found herself taking up on her offer wordlessly. To say that she was quiet wasn't entirely true, her fevered breaths and her weak struggle in moans made that more than vocal. She gave her braid a small tug, as if wanting to coax her to do more of what she was doing. Her other hand found itself on her stomach, rather surprised at how hot her body was getting when she laid her palm on her skin. It soon drifted upwards and found itself atop one of her breasts. She curiously toyed with the barbell piercing on her nipple, already reminiscing the short time ago when Meg played them with so deliciously. It didn't hurt so much now that she eased into it and actually found herself wanting more as she groped her own breast hungrily.

Her gaze could only watch Meg for a moment before looking off in shame as she began licking her own fingers off of her own juices. It was embarrassing, despite doing the same to her earlier, she could now see the slick juices on every bit on her fingers as visible evidence with how hot she was. She let out a small cry when she felt that thumb roamed on her clitoris and unattended entrance, as Meg hadn't left her entirely alone and she wasn't done.

"Meg..." she said weakly at first, almost wanting to correct her. Meg wasn't entirely wrong, so she didn't need to really say much else. It seemed the supposed demon appeared again, especially with that expression on her face. She would lift her hips from the bed slightly as she rocked it against the fingers as Meg began to pick up speed to bring her to that sacred climax. One leg would wrap itself around Meg to get a better hold on her as she rocked against her. Her hand would slip from the braid she clung to earlier and place itself on her shoulder with no intention of letting her go.

"...r-rekt!" she found herself struggling to scream out before she hungrily locked her lips with Meg. It almost fit like an eternity since they truly kissed and Feng dived right into it with wanton desire, hungry and wanting. That did very little to keep her quiet however as she still whimpered and moaned into the locked lips. Her eyes closed tightly as she found herself nearly her climax. There was a part of her that held back as best she could, wanting this state to last forever as she embraced Meg in more ways than one. It was perhaps more fear than anything as she felt all these strange emotions flaring up in her body as she grew increasingly tense. They had been running and butchered for so long, Feng found herself rather scared of this sensation she was feeling. It perhaps drew from the same place but not one fuelled by survival or forced by pain. She thought it was impossible to feel pleasure such as this...

However, she couldn't hold it back any longer either way. Her breathing became so difficult that she had to break for the kiss. She arched her back and dug her head into the bed behind her, making a mess of her blue hair. Her other leg found itself around Meg as she clung to her tightly as her body finally gave in and she erupted from within. It was time to welcome that sensation. Her breathing was panicked as she fought hard for enough air to speak, her body quivering beyond her control as crumbled into her orgasm "Hahn...Ahhnn, MEG!"
 
Meg bit her hip and looked down at Feng writhing beneath her, relishing the sound of her screaming Meg's name. If there was indeed a demon inside her, it was stronger now than at any other time - reveling in the power that she had over her, the ability to take control of her body itself through sheer pleasure. If so, it was a strange sort of demon, because Meg knew she had great power in her hands, but all she could think of was how to use it to serve Feng better, stretch out this ecstasy for as long as possible, to treasure and serve her.

Her fingers kept working, riding through her orgasm at the same furious speed, her thumb squeezing as much sensation as possible out of Feng's clitoris throughout the height of her bliss. Even after she'd crested the wave of pleasure, Meg kept stimulating her, but steadily slowed, allowing Feng to come down from the height of her orgasm instead of a sudden stop without hurting her with too much stimulation of her now-hypersensitive bits. Finally, she was only barely probing Feng's entrance, then stopped entirely, pulling her fingers out of her. She rubbed them together, feeling Feng's wetness, and brought them up to her face, meaning to lick them off again, but as Meg did so, she was distracted by looking down at the other woman: the sight of her reddened face, her chaotically tousled blue hair, her chest rising and falling as she caught her breath. Meg laid her hand on her cheek, smearing Feng's juices on her, enraptured by the sight of Feng's post-orgasmic bliss. She absolutely, breathtakingly beautiful. How could it possibly have taken Meg so long to realize that?

"Oh, Feng," Meg whispered, her other hand cupping Feng's cheek and slowly sliding up to bury her fingers in the mess of her hair. "Oh, god, thank you. I love - "

Meg froze, catching her words a half-second too late. Her face flushed red, and she looked away. "Love - love - loved that. I really loved doing this, it was, uh, fun. I..."

She trailed off, looking into a corner of the room, but then slowly looked back at her. "I...no. I love you, I - I think. I don't even know how long I've known you, but...I think it's a long time. Enough to know you're...special...to me. I...ugh. I'm not good at this."
 
If Feng had any reason to disbelieve what she was feeling was fiction, Meg did a very good job of keeping that powerful sensation lingering to dispel that silly notion. They hadn't beaten their omnipresent captor but feeling something that was anything but fear and misery seem to be enough of defiance here. It was just about the small victories tonight. Feng rolled her eyes back and gasped as she orgasm lingered through her, pulsing as Meg kept on coaxing that deep shock throughout her even as it slowly dissipated. The muscles of her legs were tense and she almost was shaking with her toes curled into a tight bundle before she slowly stilled once more. She drew a much-needed breath once more and turned to look at Meg dreamily. Her first words came in breathlessly, sounding fond through the fatigued of her body. "Meg..."

"Ah..." Feng murmured when she felt those wet fingers on her, causing her to smile before breaking out into a giggle. She could imagine that she was such a dirty mess right now but easily a secret and experience that she was more than glad to share with Meg at the moment. With half-lidded eyes, she found herself leaning further into the hand on her cheek with a content purr even as it disappeared into her electric blue hair.

"Oh?" Her eyes would have snapped open when she heard the L word, wondering if it was something that Meg meant or perhaps Feng had been putting too much weight into that word, fuelled by her earlier sentiment that she kept to herself. She felt like she loved Meg but wasn't too sure. Deep down, she was hoping that Meg would feel the same way first. However, Meg thankfully clarified herself than leave Feng entirely in suspense.

Feng found herself sobbing back at first, perhaps still a little light headed from her powerful orgasm earlier. However, she wasn't sad but found herself overwhelmed by a happiness that she couldn't imagine to exist in such a gloomy place. She found herself biting her lower lip as she fought back the urge to cry before creasing her blue lips into an earnest smile. With the best of her efforts, her eyes were only misty as she warmed her arms around Meg and pulled her into a tight hug. She might have misjudged the strength of her enthusiasm while she was doing this.

"我爱..." she would say at first before quickly dropping the Mandarin and transitioning to English with a quick breath as she renewed her commitments to her words. "I love you, Meg! I..."

Feng stammered and found herself at a loss of what else to say, merely almost head-butting into Meg as she placed her forehead on hers. What else was there to say, she felt like she made her point. "Oh god, I just love you...I love you so much!"
 
"Yeah, oh," Meg said, half to herself, as she tried to figure out how to get her foot out of her mouth. Her eyes widened in alarm when she heard Feng start to sob. "Woah, wait, don't - I didn't - please don't be - "

For a moment, she was too stunned to react after Feng pulled her into the hug, producing no sound except a soft oof as the air was squeezed out of her. Reeling, Meg's eyes could only look into Feng's as their foreheads were pressed together. Only after a couple seconds, did her mouth split into a goofy grin and she started to chuckle, suddenly light-headed.

"You do? You - I mean - yeah! I love you, too! I said that already, but - I love you! I love you!" Meg rocked in the bed slightly and laughed, then kissed Feng on the forehead and above her hairline. She didn't care if the killer heard; what could they do them, anyway? Even if both of them died right now, they'd just be back at the campfire again, and together. It would hurt, but it would be worth it just for this moment. "Oh my god. I've only ever said that to my mom and to one guy in high school, but I didn't know what it meant then and now I do and oh my god, I've never felt about anyone like I do about you, Feng, never. Having you here, even in all this, it's..."

If it they weren't both prisoners in this other world, Meg and Feng would never have met. They came from opposite sides of the world, but even if they'd lived in the same city, they'd led such different lives that their paths would never have crossed. Meg would never have known this moment, maybe had never known this feeling with anyone if she wasn't stuck in this nightmare world. Was it worth it? If she had the chance to go back in time and avoid it, but never have met Feng, would she take it?

It was too ghoulish to think about that now. Instead, Meg shut off her own giddy rambling by planting another kiss on Feng's lips, then gently guiding her down to the bed. Pressing her forehead to hers again, she looked into Feng's eyes and giggled softly, then straightened up. As she did so, she lifted one of Feng's legs, guiding her hips until their other lips were pressed against each other.

"One more time, okay?" Meg whispered softly. "This time, I want us to come together. Alright?"

Slowly, Meg began to grind her hips. She released a shuddering breath, her eyes closing of their own accord, before opening them to gaze down at Feng. "You are so beautiful. I want to see you when we..."
 
Feng felt a burden lift from her chest as they both admittedly their love for each other, which previously she wondered if it was her imagination or she wasn't thinking right in their present circumstance. Unlike Meg, it wasn't something she had ever said to anyone ever, not even to her parents. In her household, a child and parent had their certain expectations, they didn't fling love through words so easily. There were times that Feng knew her parents loved her but often days where she would question if they were burdened by her merely existing. As of late, they avoided her and there was nobody else. There was her team but that relationship was entirely professional, which left her with nearly no friends. Love was perhaps more reserved for true romance and she felt like she used the word properly, in terms of how she had come to covet the word. Her heart fluttered and felt lighter, perhaps almost invincible.

However, it did make her wonder where would they go from there or if a normal life with love would be possible here? What sort of dates could they have? Would they make past times of running away from killers in circles or hang in the basement together? It might have begun to seem silly the more she overthought about it and she ultimately elected to only think of it in terms of the present. She smiled and laughed with Meg as they both came to terms in their own way. Once she was able to look her in the eyes, she finished her sentence. "It's...good. It's good to love each other."

And that indeed seemed like all that mattered at the moment. Feng gave Meg another squeeze until she let up so that she could move easily. She felt rather confident enough that they'll have each other's back, as always, this love for each other only reinforced that. Her kiss would be happily returned before she began to move and she found herself letting a small gasp as she realized their other lips were kissing. The wonderous orgasm she experienced earlier was a very recent memory and she was still recovering from it. All those sensations, she felt them begin to surface again. Her sensitive folds against hers, their juices smearing against each other and her piercing being toyed with as Meg ground against her.

"Mrrm...yes...come together," Feng bit her lower lip and placed her hands on the bed as she moved against Meg carefully. She followed Meg's led at first as they moved, gingerly and carefully. At first, she deliberately avoided stimulating around her piercing and clit, although the sensation was too intoxicating to avoid and she found herself circling more to her sensitive nub, potentially tantalizing Meg in the same way as her barbell would rub against her folds and clit. Her eyes looked to Meg, emboldened and determined as her pace began to grow. "I always want to be with you, Meg..."
 
"We will," Meg said firmly. Her breaths were coming harder and faster, making it hard to say anything firmly, but she had to be sure Feng heard it. "If we get separated, we'll find each other. Back at the campfire or...or...somehow. I promise."

One hand, resting on Feng's hips, slid up over her stomach to her left breast, gently squeezing it. Her fingertip ran over her nipple, toying with the piercing, before she picnhed it between her thumb and forefinger. Her hand hesitated them for a moment, but then slipped off Feng's breast again, migrating instead between both mounds and downward. Reaching her xiphoid process, she found Feng's heartbeat and stayed there, feeling it pumping away. Feng was so strong, so brave, so full of life. Meg had never felt this way about someone before, and now, couldn't imagine how she'd gone all her life without that feeling.

"You know," she whispered, looking at Feng naughtily, "I want to try that metal out, too." With a moan, she ground her hips, rubbing her clitoris directly over Feng's piercing, pushing downward and forcing sensations through both of them. Slick with their combined juices and still sensitive from their earlier play, Meg initially had to bite down on her lower lip to keep her voice in check, then realized - why hide it? Her back bucked as she let loose, gasping and moaning with desire as every shock of pleasure lanced through her body.

Again, she could feel something growing inside of her. She grabbed Feng's hand and lifted it to her mouth, kissing at her wrist and then each of her knuckles, then held it to her cheek. Through fluttering eyelids she locked her gaze on Feng's face. "I want...I want to see it," she whispered. "When you - ahh! - when we finish, I want to see it in your eyes. Ah, god..."
 
Feng found herself smiling sheepishly after her words between her exertion and pleasure, it was hard for her to fully articulate her thoughts. However, it seemed that Meg had understood the intent of her words. It was assumed that they would be together but wasn't so sure if they could easily share a moment like this. Sometimes they weren't found in the same trials and sometimes they weren't always at the campfire together. The wait time between the trials was sometimes instantaneous to torturous, putting them through a false sense of security before they would ultimately be tortured with another inevitable trial. While she felt invincible together with Meg, she began to fear for the times they found themselves separated by circumstance or the cruel machinations of a higher power.

"Yes..." She hissed out a breath when she felt Meg's hands on her breast. One of her hands placed itself on Meg's calf and stroked it lovingly as they ground to each other, so slick and hot as they moved, doing a good job of wetting the old bedsheets they were laying on. Something that was sinful had a way of feeling so heavenly. Her heartbeat just managed to grow more by the time Meg felt it through her fingers. Feng's other hand brushed up Meg's arm before it found itself to her hand. While she felt like taking it into her own, especially as the intensity of their bonded folds has been mounting steadily, she didn't want to stop her from doing what she wanted. She was more than welcome to roam her body without verbal permission, it seemed they have found a connection before that. Her hand placed itself over the back of her hand and she gave her a small squeeze as her eyes met hers before her gaze dropped slightly. She let out a small moan, certainly feeling it when her piercing was pushed on, yet she only reciprocated harder as she brushed on her clit.

"Yeah?" she asked momentarily before grinning at the proposal, "Let's find gear..." It was a rather bold idea to see Meg have some piercings of her own, although she never considered such things until half a year ago. She loved the idea of it but wondered where they could do such a thing. There wasn't a mall. Would Nea know such things? Would Nea even do such things for them? For now, it seemed like a naughty secret they should both be keeping between each other. Perhaps they could find something at the haunted hospital? Was it strange she managed to think that? Normalizing their current life?

"Haah, haah," she let out a very audible breath as her passion oozed even into her passive functions, feeling each kiss on her knuckle setting lances of pleasure through her spine as they moved. She bit her lower lip as she put more of her hips into it, grinding harder into her. While not completely close, she wanted to get there soon as she heard Meg. Her fingers worked their way into Meg's hair as her thumb brushed on her cheek. It was tempting to just close her eyes and focus on the feelings alone, they were enough to be more than distracting, she wanted to see Meg too. Despite being so undone by their passions, it was perhaps where Meg was genuine without being dressed even by societal composure. She was so beautiful in her glow

"Fuck, Meg," she said without any filter, letting out a simple vulgar word to describe that feeling she almost thought she had forgotten surface again.
 
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