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Neon Hearts in Derelict Futures [Briar & AlrunaRose]

Therrye's sight fell into darkness once more as she felt the dancer's presence on her body shift location. More quiet, throaty noises accompanied the heavy pressure to her lower back, and some subtle twists of her spine and rolls of her back muscles helped achieve some 'pop'. She exhaled another dose of relaxation and almost started cracking up, abs tensing in her muted laughter. It almost felt out of character, but then Therrye didn't know her well enough to be able to say that, did she? "That's... been a minute," she offered in way of explanation for her outburst, a breathy smile on her lips. That particular sensation might as well have never happened before for how far it'd been forgotten.

Though there'd been significant tension in her upper back, it felt wound up tighter within parts of her legs. While she wasn't single-minded about her choices of exercise, the bruiser still fell prey to one of the habits of a brawler: she ended up giving less care to her lower half. Legs got you to the place while the arms did the talking, and when her 'training' had become more focused - one might even say disciplined - no care was given to form great habits for the future. The increased sensitivity of nerves there didn't help, either, so it became more uncomfortable in the way that overstimulation and tickling overlap. Therrye didn't jerk her legs away from Aolieon, but she found it harder to relax as she applied directed pressure, and brought some focus back into her breathing, with an occasional sound of discomfort slipping out. That sensitivity effect increased in intensity significantly on her calves, leading to more twitchy fingers, and then hissed breath when her hands dipped into a band surrounding where her calf had been fractured. There was no lack of efficacy in the strength of Kara's treatment, but the nerves there were still quite angry about the whole matter, and increased bodily activity for healing at the site persisted. It was still rather fresh, after all.

Exhaling in relief once she was past the calves, her ankles and feet were almost a breeze in comparison. Having her legs lifted and ankles rolled was a distinctly odd experience for her - it was quite rare for anyone to control her muscles for her in such a way and to such an extent - even if she didn't fight it at all.

At her tugging, Therrye turned her body, eyelids fluttering to reveal half-dilated whorls, as if she'd been woken from a nap. That wasn't the case, currently, but the mix of relaxation and long-shut eyes brought that on. The fleeting kiss brought notably more attention to the surface, that pull on her chest echoing. Again. Therrye was plenty embodied, and used to identifying sensations of discomfort and pain to check in with how she was affecting everything through training or suffering from battle. Responding with such pointed physical sensations outside of that context was something else. A counter-edge lay against the foreignness of it, as if it was déjà vu, even though that was quite impossible - right? No longer pushing against the sensitive tightness of her hips, calves and thighs, her breathing relaxed again, though it was less restive than it had become while she worked on her back. Still, she let her eyes lose focus to give more attention to Aolieon's hands. It would be a terrible waste to do otherwise.

That focus swept right back when the dancer put her hand on her chest and drew it down much of its length, briefly lidding them before she smiled at the giggling that came forth. Something reminded her, then, of tides, each wave leaving behind its own unique impression upon the sand. That so many layers of emotion had bubbled up from Aolieon felt a bit wondrous, and she didn't seem to be in the throes of some artificially induced high. This was all... her. Wasn't it? Therrye just trusted in it, sweeping away any errant pangs of concern or curiosity. Plenty of chances had risen and fallen for the other Liandri to have chosen differently. That she didn't underscored something meaningful, even if it wasn't quite coherent to her yet.

At the threads of curiosity in Aolieon's glance, Therrye canted her head, the haze of relaxation in her eyes not quite dispelled. "You look rather happy," she observed, her free hand rolling to put the side of her hand against the woman's leg and unhurriedly rub a finger and thumb along its softness. Had she not seemed so engrossed, Therrye would have said something else, but she didn't want to stop her fun. The freedom she heard in those giggles made her want to protect them. At least for a little longer.
 
Aolieon smirked at her reaction to having her back popped, as it came fluttering from her. "I can tell," she replied, with a sultry and comfortable mirth, as she grinned and pushed down and to the sides of her hips to push the tension out of her body. When she went to her legs, Aolieon particularly enjoyed the feeling of Therrye wriggling and writhing underneath her. "Mm, someone isn't nice to their lower body -- could it be that the slugger skips leg day? Scandalous," she giggled, digging her fingers in but not to be particularly mean -- rather, she was making sure that this attention when given once, would stick for awhile. She could feel the nerves firing as she wriggled -- there you are; come back to me... the curiosity was killing her, and for a few seconds; she wanted to get a move on from where she was, but she couldnt move away. After about a breath, she found the resolve to do so, and continued.

A few minutes later, Aolieon paused when Therrye mentioned that she seemed happy. Aolieon stopped was she was doing with her left upper arm, and thought for a second in the midst of a slow blink. She pulled on her forearm and started working her fingers underneath the cyberware in a motion to proverbially also promote blood circulation and muscular relaxation. "I suppose..." she began, the smile melting a bit off her face before slowly creeping into a comforting smirk. "I dont get to do this kind of thing often," she added, allowing the fixation to pour over her briefly as she sortve played an ensemble between being caught in her thoughts and being comfortably present in reality. She tilted her head as she moved towards her hand and rolled it around as she cast a glance at Therrye. "Rather, few people earn it," she popped the knuckles on her hands by lightly pulling them and angling the fingers. She decided to do a little extra and pushed her hands through wrist loosening exercises and checking to see if there was fluid buildup due to boxer's fractures. "You could have died last night... and I could have let you," she sighed, frowning a little bit as she paused and held her hand in between both her own.
Her sultry smile returned, as she crawled back over her and began to massage her collarbone again, leaning in and looming over her. She turned her head, leering a little bit as she looked into her eyes with passion and curiosity. "But... there's something different about you... I can't put my finger on it..." she pressed her weight into her shoulders and that look of barely restrained lust came across her face. "... but if tonight goes well; i intend to do just that," she giggled a little more, returning one of Therrye's patented forehead kisses from before. She then stared deep into her as she slowly crawled back, presenting herself like a tigress as she smoothed those hands down the front of her chest, down her abdomen and started giving the quadriceps in her thighs the same treatment as the back of her thighs got. She caught a whiff of something and it sent a pleasantly scorching sensation through her brain, causing a dilation and a blush, but she rallied herself in holding it all together. The calves got less attention this time -- the major difference in muscle groups of the calves in the back versus the forwards portion was only the shin bones, therefore it just needed a touch up. She skipped the ankles and feet, moving instead to pushing her knees up and in (after finishing the other leg) to where they could practically be hugged -- her anticipation was slowly brushing at the back of her head, and a heat was begging her not to drag this out any longer... having her directly beneath, legs kicked up; just a slight parting and all she'd have to do was dive in... Not yet... she pleaded against her insatiableness. Finding the strength to pull her legs back down to their resting position, she chambered back over her.
"You're a very hard woman to resist," she breathed the words through a moan she had been holding back, and she loosened her grip on her lust for but a moment -- diving down to her abs, that long, bladed tongue came out and began to hungrily trace shapes on her abs, favoring the path of Therrye's snake tattoo below her belly button. She looked directly in Therrye's eyes as she did this, and she hummed a note of mischievous glee as she did this. That tongue slipped back into her mouth, and she crawled up to meet her eyes the rest of the way, now looming over her. She brushed some bangs out of Therrye's face and smiled back down at her, as her eyes widened and dilated with a lustful, mischievous stare. "You need me to place an ad on a billboard, or are you just scared?" she bit her lip in that sultry way again, getting within inches of her face. The expression melted as a thought crossed her mind again. "... unless you were wanting another dance; something more private... the first one is the one that's free, though; the second one might cost you..."
 
While Therrye winced and tried not to squirm too hard beneath Aolieon's hands, a faint prickle scattered across nerves touched back. Lights on a hilltop, hazed in fog pulled closer; fingertips forcing their way into ancient mud, suddenly squirming between too-tight metal bars; the sudden impact of a wet palm torn open. The bruiser made a sound of discomfort, though the timing and sound could have been quite coincidental, given what was happening to her calves.


Wryness entered Therrye's smile at Aolieon's smirk, though it became more curious as she put words to thoughts. "Lucky me," she mused. The concept of 'earning it' was particularly interesting to her. She drew in lines between volition (however colored by the desire to just... stop thinking) and requirement (more not this and not that than must be this and that) with most intimacy. That one 'earned' satisfying the latter wasn't wholly inaccurate, but it seemed more nature than choice. Before she could slide further down that spiral, the sensory experience along her hand, wrist and fingers drew plenty of attention and then that, too, was overshadowed by certain words. A part of her still saw her going fist to fist against the Centaur until her arms buckled and splintered beneath its relentless force, the last of her blood pooling out beneath her. That Aolieon didn't walk away had stuck with her, particularly because it had seemed natural for her to do so. Bringing it up again poked the nose of the question in her: Why didn't she? And to that, Therrye wasn't yet confident that the samurai even knew the answer.

But then Aolieon was drawing her focus again, and adding an adorable note to all that flirting. She chuffed with surprised delight at the forehead kiss - the depth of that linked to it not seeming mocking. Therrye watched her crawl backwards, the sudden blush sparking a curious look and an incredibly teasing smile. "You've already put your fingers so many places, and you haven't found what you're looking for yet?" Aolieon setting that aside and continuing to focus on rubbing tension out of her muscles only made her smile more, though she let her be just a little longer... despite the insistent urge for motion in her arms. Her core contracted as the woman brought her tongue to her skin again, and Therrye gazed back with shrinking orbs of violet before lifting up her chest to bring their faces closer. "I was a little curious how long it'd take you to lose control." A beat, as she enjoyed the emotions in Aolieon's stare. "Then I got distracted with how adorable you were." She didn't say it then, even though it had been vividly present in how she smiled at her earlier, back in the bathroom, and the emotions glinting at the surface currently: ... and how much affection I felt for you. Planting one arm behind her, she pushed both of their bodies upwards while the other slid up Aolieon's neck, fingers slipping into her hair and pressing firmly into her scalp. Then she closed the distance to kiss the dancer. It wasn't a rushed thing, despite the heat filling her chest, and she savored the feel of the Liandri's lips against hers.

When her eyes opened again, they were just shy of predatory, even though they lacked that prey-chasing intent. "I'd rather you dance with me, now." She kissed her again, then again, the sensual pace of it hard to sustain before the strength of her hunger. Therrye sated it, briefly, by tasting her tongue, teasing it past her lips, and then gently capturing it between her canines so she could languidly appreciate it. Releasing it, she almost laughed; contact with Aolieon kept pushing emotions to the surface and bubbling them over, making it hard to stay in just one tone of feeling. Maybe that was why she, too, seemed to become more of a kaleidoscope of mood and feeling the longer the night (morning) drew on. But, whatever the mix of emotions playing in her eyes, she was keenly certain that she wanted more.

Drawing back up to a seated position, the bruiser steadily turned them around while she otherwise stayed very busy making out with Aolieon. It wasn't an intentional misdirect, really; of the two things, she knew which was more important to her. Therrye needed to turn them around, though, so that she could then lift onto her knees and take the dancer back to the wall, keeping her hand in place to protect her head as she pinned her there. She drew back enough to see the woman's face, then, violet rings shining with desire. Picking words over actions was becoming increasingly difficult, and that struggle wasn't at all hidden in her gaze or the color in her cheeks. But she managed, all the same, to ask one more time - even if it didn't exactly sound like a question. "I want to taste you."

With her acceptance granted, Therrye's arms moved beneath Aolieon and wrapped around thigh and hip, using that to push her up the wall and open her legs. Lifting her lower body off the wall so she could just lean back with her upper body, Therrye's eyes stayed locked to Aolieon's as she brushed her cheek down her inner thigh and nudged her nose just shy of where she really wanted to. Her mouth opened, almost looking like she was about to bite her before she slowly inhaled through her nose and exhaled hot air onto her wet flesh. Muscles and nerves tensed down her spine, the battle for any amount of restraint visible in her unfocused eyes. Eyelids fluttering as it briefly reasserted, she leaned closer and glanced upward again as she brushed her lips up Aolieon's, tongue teasing just enough to find the taste of her. The rumble of pleasure that swept up through chest and throat was more breath than sound, but it was plenty audible all the same. One more look upward was all she could afford before she lapped in earnest, her movements half-nuzzling, half-drinking her in.
 
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... And at long last, the lioness pounces.

Aolieon felt it -- the tightening ripple of her abs beneath her tongue; she saw the shock in her eyes as she revealed her trump card again; her own eyes widened as she watched how quickly she rose to sitting and got in her face. Aolieon had been approached with desire in far more primal ways before, but seeing Therrye lunge at her for real caused a mild flinch, due to how much speed there was. And then came the words. Time seemed to stop for but a spell, and everything seemed to fall silent as her words cut through the air in revelation; so calm, so earnest and real... There was no declaration of primal savagery, there was no dirty-talk or cat-calling, there was no moan-infested release of emotion or sensual jubilation -- only a statement of the bottom line and an explanation featuring a cute compliment that would have to suffice. Without another word; warm rippling arms were wrapped around her and she was raised up higher into a kiss. There was no manhandling, there was no pinning her down or spinning her around; there were no metallic sounds or brazen grappling -- her eyes said 'want'; her body said 'C'mere...' and her lips said nothing afterwards. They only claimed hers, and slowly gave in to hunger that was managing to somehow not stray too far from the straight and narrow.

Aolieon's chest and core vibrated, as a tidal wave of thoughts, emotions and revelry crashed against the bastions of her mind and body. YEEEEESSSS... If this was all it took, she would have done it sooner. Or maybe not; this one's different... Whatever the case, Aolieon's eyes shut and she merged with the affection she was being lavished with. Fingers were in her scalp, poised to lash her head with the most efficient and controlling grip. She was mildly sent reeling by that first kiss which explored her lips, but didn't enter -- a coherent thought found itself powerful enough to pierce the veil of oceans of bubbling, brewing passion, and Aolieon pushed the words from her teeth consciously with a preliminary moan. "... uhh, FINALLY!" the release of the low moan from her throat was nearly a necessity to getting a word in edge-wise, despite Therrye not really doing anything to overwhelm her. And yet, Aolieon did not yell the word, she did not bite on it or hiss -- the word was merely laced with sexual frustration and ragged breath from having to remember to breathe. How she had allowed herself to be stunned by the simplest of gestures and most traditional descent into loving affection; it flabbergasted Aolieon, and now her intrusive thoughts were arguing over the question that had been stabbing at her mind, ever since Therrye ... How? HOW? ... she's something like him... Not enough to justify THAT!
Aolieon identified the moment when she first kiss to be a good time to lovingly clamp her teeth down on her bottom lip, gripping it loosely enough with a jubilant moan to let it slide from between her teeth as she opened her dilated eyes and grinned smugly after finishing the kiss. Deep inside, her inner Demons growled ferally with sexual frustration, flashing parts of her life through her eyes to remind her at light-speed what other sexual encounters she had managed to enjoy/walk away from with Femme resolve intact, and fortify her nerves against what was quickly proving itself to be a worthy bedroom foe. Aolieon's eyes were excited, taunted, brought to bear within Therrye's mildly predatory gaze and her inhibitions leveled a silent yet stronger challenge at the razorgirl, despite her chest breathing heavy, her cheeks being flushed and vibrations wriggling in her throat, chest and core... Get your head in the fucking game, girlie -- it's time to grab this beast by its horns and ride the storm to one helluva good time! This is gonna be good -- we've broken through! Time to show her what we're made of...
Aolieon leveled a low sinful chuckle sparing no modicum of mirth and mischief at Therrye's reply about 'dancing with her', as if to say C'mon then; show me your moves... The treatment of Therrye's legs must have worked vibrant wonders on her body, as she picked up Aolieon and moved on her knees to carefully and considerately pin her back against the walls above the headboard. The strength of a ChromeJock, the positive control of a netrunner over the path they take, and the care of a Samurai amongst their comrades -- how she managed it after being amped up to such lust was another baffling enigma to Aolieon, which demanded its answers with bated, predatory spite and passion... How do you have this effect on me? What is happening? Why are you underneath my skin? ... What makes you so special? SHOW ME...

As Therrye declared her intentions, Aolieon released the grip her thighs had found around her waist. She inclined her head, showing her neck but baiting her with her gaze. Her breath heaved heavy in her diaphragm, causing her upper body extremities to rise and fall rhythmically... she loosened her muscles, steeled her resolve one last time; hunted for words to level back at the bruiser, and finally after licking her lips with anticipation, chewing part of her lip to bleeding and unbuckling a handful more clasps that held her lust at bay (but not all of them) -- Aolieon found her words, and leveled them out of respect for a razorgirl which had earned her attention justly, yet unable to hold back her vibrant anticipation and the ridiculous amount of sexual desires that had been welling up inside her to this point. What came was not merely a declaration of consent, but a challenge...

"... Show me what ya got, bruiser."

She was lifted in the air once again; her shoulders skated against the wall, and she was opened up to be at the mercy of the Femme. Aolieon dropped her hips; she straightened her back to push into Therrye's hold and she opened her core wide -- wide enough that it was not harder to hold her, but easier enough. Aolieon locked eyes with her; her own wide as dinner plates and giving away to amber rings consumed by a star-lit void, courtesy of the chaotic yet muted ambient lighting of Therrye's room.
Letting her in, Therrye's heated face along her inner thighs and her hot breath was enough to make her core radiate and stop lying to her. As a little bit of Aolieon's own heat began to escape from between her legs, she began to hyperventilate for a few breaths at the sensation of her breath, but Aolieon quickly regained control. Interesting choice, wanting to devour me first thing... ooh, I got you good... She sucked in a really deep breath from her diaphragm and released slowly, relaxing in her arms and smiling boldly. She ran her hands through her own hair, arms against the wall and errantly twirling a curl with elegance as she readied herself to see what her tongue would be like...
... and it didn't disappoint. The moment Therrye's tongue slid in to get a taste -- a searing silver bullet entered her, travelled up her spine and shot out the top of her crown. Aolieon didnt have a choice; there was only one way she could react... "Ahn," Instead of letting it slip between her teeth of her own volition; a soft, beautiful and doting moan was snatched from the tip of her tongue. She could see it in Therrye's eyes; the battle of restraint, the heated breath brushing into her core, even the shiver down her spine wasn't spared her aching voyeurism. In revelry, Therrye had pulled her tongue away to savor her taste, but even she was starting to paw and fumble to maintain a tight grip on the silken curtain which represented her resolve. In the moments that Therrye paused, Aolieon couldn't help but shoot a sassy quip at her out of spite. "Mmh, fuckin' tease..." She muttered under her breath loud enough to hear. She grinned down at Therrye, letting a hand float down to caress her cheek; through the grin, she licked her teeth visibly, fighting to keep her breath from going deeper and making her more vulnerable. The hand still in her own hair gripped a handful of locks and tugged in frustration. She made me wait, but she won't make me beg... She bit her lip where it bled; her lips parting as Therrye resumed her loving caresses with lip and tongue. Aolieon breathed heavily, but she kept a lascivious smile on her face, with sounds only intermittently fluttering. Hankering down in her position and letting Therrye play with her food, she huffed and closed her eyes -- deciding to revel in the touch and the feeling, as it slowly began to chip away at what blocked off what was really inside...
 
There was just so much fun within Aolieon's responses. Her sass, her frustration, her restraint and her desire - even though she was more composed and less volatile, the swirl of so much resonated with her greatly. And, once she had relaxed more... it was playful. Feisty, even. It didn't mean her ice was a ruse, or take back anything she'd seen of her, but finding so much of that beneath these others layers utterly charmed Therrye. Then made her want more of it as, beyond its innately delightful qualities, it often sang of something deeper.

Many and varied were the reasons why Therrye was a top, and the primacy of each shifted with context, but one sat perpetually at the crown: by holding onto at least a little more control than her lovers, she could see theirs unravel. Her motivations for that were their own nest of complexity (of course), yet the important bit was that, beneath the masks, the chains, the walls and the games, the naked freedom and expression of someone could be found there. When it was made truly available, when it was made safe, and when it was earnestly asked for, those parts of a person could shine and their light was incandescent to Therrye. She wasn't so arrogant to believe that she could draw that out of anyone, or that she specifically deserved to witness it, but she yearned for that ineffable spark of connection when it was a possibility.

That Aolieon could offer up such a challenge despite her own bristling lust made the bruiser grin so hard.

Whatever the cause for the dancer's repeated pull on her, it made Therrye suspect the experience of her would be rather intoxicating, and she wasn't wrong. While many interpreted feral to be all violent and impatient rutting - and yes, that wasn't out of scope - she found a truth of uncivilized and uninhibited enjoyment within it. Savoring this experience was not only important, it was worthwhile, and the weight of that was only amplified in the lack of expectations she had for the future. Both of them chose dangerous lives, and no matter how competent one was, that gave every night an extra edge of scarcity. Add on that a suspicion that Aolieon preferred to dance her way out of any attachments (even if that was an increasingly uncomfortable thought for Therrye) and there was no reason to rush any of this.

So when Aolieon called her a tease - well, first, she laughed, the sound vibrating through her lips against the woman's body. Then she paused and looked up at her with devious rings of violet, their intent undeterred by how deeply dilated they'd become. Pushing Aolieon's hips up further, she brought her mouth down to the very base of her lips and pressed her teeth to her skin. It wasn't a bite; she didn't come at enough of angle with her jaw to sink the edges of her teeth into her. But she could feel their pressure in a ring around where Therrye could do more than just lap at what heat escaped. Bringing her tongue to the edge of inside and not, she slowly circled it, alternating between thin flicks of and wide licks, while giving pause every few seconds. In between some of her own breathy chuckles and quiet moans of indulgent satisfaction, she wished she could see whatever was passing over Aolieon's expression while she played with her. Alas, bringing her tongue there meant some sacrifices; she would just have to endure.

In what felt like not enough time for Therrye, she drew back from her without actually slipping her tongue inside her. She paused, softly blew some cold air onto where she'd just painted so much warmth with her mouth, and then smiled in the way one might appreciate an exceptionally pleasing instance of art. Then she flattened her tongue against those pretty folds and drew it up the entire length of her, following the motion with a downward flick of its tip a bit above Aolieon's most sensitive spot.

Only then did she give herself enough distance to see how Aolieon was reacting while licking around her mouth. "Much as I'd enjoy hearing how creative you curse when teased incessantly..." Therrye pulled her hips further away from the wall, dropping her shoulders about a foot down and leaving the dancer at a much more precarious angle instead of the comparatively restive one she'd first given her. "... we both want more than just a taste." She brought her mouth down to her, not that differently from going in for a kiss, and gently tugged with it while her tongue enjoyed every little bit of her.
 
A soft and sweet moan, and a taste even sweeter. A pause full of heat and bliss, and a teasing mutter. A warm laugh, and an inhale bracing for more to come... such sensual jubilation, not unlike a netrunner's wettest brain dance, and yet one couldn't really grasp what was going on beneath these two bodies... one of them, at least.

🎶 Perturbator -- "Last Kiss" 🎶

They say that when it comes to the eyes, Humans have two types of photoreceptors (rods and cones), with one dedicated to colors that works on a trichromatic perspective; red, yellow and blue. They also say that butterflies uniquely have up to fifteen different types of photoreceptors which give rise to pentachromatic vision (five color spectrums). The rare and elusive mantis shrimp can see color in an incomprehensible spectrum of twelve colors, giving it the possibility to see in spectrums of light, heat and other intangible aspects of the universe unlike any other creature can. Woe to the Liandri, for their curse is a blessing that works in a similar way -- for at the very least the neural pathways, connections and bundling of nerves within the body of a Liandri exceed triplicate of what a normal Human possesses.
Of course, Aolieon herself isn't aware of this otherworldly cause -- she's only been acutely aware of the symptoms throughout her life, to her chagrin. Even in the darkest of darknesses with five senses otherwise deprived, she could sense that someone was near; as if she could feel the heat coming off of them, or feel the air whorl around their form as they moved... She could touch something and 'see' kinesthetically, also understand what was going on beneath the surface she touched. Every sensation was a spike of expression, and every pain felt by her was something with a bladed vulnerability. And since the area of the body encompassing the labia, clitoris and perineum was already known to be a delicate cascade of nerves, even in humans and logically moreso in Liandri -- one might quiver deep within when imagining what sensations Aolieon was feeling at that very moment.
When sex is not merely bliss but rapture and yet certain sensations are without a doubt overstimulating, while pain itself is a potentially blinding and searing experience -- it is realized as much more of a curse than a blessing; one that vehemently demands dramatic adaptation in the face of existential austerity. Therrye's adaptation to such a facet of her existence were much more elaborate, having been otherwise permanently dampened by cybernetic replacement of tissues, with certain extremities filed down and made unavailable to be tapped into -- Aolieon in particular had her neural vulnerabilities manipulated and exacerbated in her previous professions -- but someone came along and advocated a doctrine that saw beauty in her mortal imperfections; seeing them for what they are, and how they lent not only unique abilities but also a vision of life no one else could see. So, Aolieon's adaptations were far more grounded in practical methods of desensitization, mental conditioning and psychological leaps of faith by design. This didn't change the fact that Aolieon's tolerances were quite perishable when compared to Therrye's, and one thing Aolieon quietly feared was allowing these neural tolerances to atrophy over time -- with that one begins to understand Aolieon's propensity for running through life along a knife's edge, with frequent death-dealing and rampant thrill-seeking and seduction across Night City. She chased the next daring sensation with the machinations of maddened masochist and a raging nymphomaniac, all in the name of never allowing another to catch her unawares in her own skin again... and somehow finding the compunctions within her soul to try and savor the things about life that only she could enjoy.

Someone was reveling in positive control, all the while taking the time to refrain from lapping hungrily at Aolieon's extremities. When she pulled her slightly up, Aolieon's mind darkened with anticipation, lightly amazed and appreciative of how this woman could just... handle her so gently, and yet with immutable strength... And then, the teeth introduced themselves in a quiet yet brazen manner. Already, Therrye had proverbially suspended Aolieon over a flaming maw that was threatening to fill to glutting the place where Aolieon's primal heat was beginning to awaken; like ethereal flames, her nerves were graced by plumes that both lovingly licked past the skin and danced of their own accord, permeating past her flesh and reaching to caress the depths of her insides in a way that (little known to either of them) only a special kind of connection allowed for. Now, it felt as if her body was delicately being pressed against iron bars, while the lower extremities of her labia were danced about with elaborate courtship -- still, Therrye wasn't breaching her. Her chest began to tremble; Aolieon slowly hyperventilated as she struggled to find the concentration to catch her breath, and when she did; Aolieon let out a guttural, low feminine growl that indicate a spiteful longing and evolved into a whining moan of sexual frustration. Her head wanted to shake itself about too and fro as her lips were parted and she struggled to maintain her ability to breathe; she wanted to buck in every time it felt like she was going to enter her -- every time her body desired to lunge at the opportunity for more gratification; mentally, she pinned it down and let it struggle. Her breath became ragged; man, she drives a hard bargain... She still knew not what got Therrye to exist in a special place behind her walls and defenses, but all things considered, she was holding it together.
... then she pulled away, showering her nethers with cold air after filling her with such heat. Aolieon couldn't help but whine as the air found its way into her nerves like sparks; the first escaping indication of how much she was enjoying this and wanting more. And then, the blanketing swipe. This lovingly dragged a full moan from her, and she cursed when having her clit flicked so gently. She groaned, throwing her head down as her inner Demons chucked an uninhibited intrusive thought right through her teeth, "Ugh, you always play with your food, bitch?!" Almost immediately, a pang of regret slapped Aolieon in the face, as she bit her lip and turned her head away with a noted frown -- she wanted a million and one things right now, but the last thing she wanted was for Therrye to stop. She had been accustomed to reveling in dirty talk and acting something foul with her flings, but Therrye didn't deserve that; she had done much to deserve better already... Underneath her breath, she muttered something that neither of them thought possible -- "... Sorry." Her head turned back to her as she began to speak, her eyes wide with bated desire and a concern at potentially turning her away. Her words bought back a little resolve, and she giggled sultrily. "You're god-damned right about that... can't wait for my--ohh...~!" Therrye went back down, now devouring her with several notes more hunger. Catching her mid-speech pulled yet another full-blooded moan of appreciation and desire; Aolieon threw her arms up, pressing off the headboard of the bed and into Therrye's grasp with need, letting her upper body fall onto the bed so she could relax her back for a spell. Now caught in the plush embrace of surprisingly quality pillows and being savored all around beneath; the struggle between resolve and the urge to melt completely into hard-wired submissive jubilation was now warring in earnest within Aolieon's mind -- the resulting power-struggle within her brought power-bottom tendencies to the surface, as she gave herself fully to Therrye's oral onslaught. Aolieon was enraptured in her own struggle, letting her breath carry sounds and words from her body freely, with each sound like roses tossed into a fighting arena as silent professions of love... Something was beginning to show itself, beneath the sinful house of cards she had shrouded herself within. The need to pull away and go out of her way to reciprocate was becoming a searing need by the second, and if she wanted to last much longer; she was going to have to...
 
Every second of Aolieon's frustration she drank made her want more. While yes, teasing her was an utter delight in this moment, it wasn't out of sadism; Therrye lacked the connections between pleasure and pain that made for the heady experiences of that and masochism. Hearing the raw need in her voice, the earnest urges in her movements, filled up a part of her that had been dusty and derelict in a corner of her heart for most of her lifetime. They were what condensed the thermals inside her chest into rivers that pulsed through the rest of her body.

Something of a half-grin was her answer to that awfully rude question (that wasn't unjustified). Her answer wouldn't have been yes - not everyone could roll back and forth between pleasure and denial without getting upset from it, and, on top of that, the push and pull dynamic between the two of them was rather unique. Therrye had no intention of stopping, of course, but a genuine look of surprise came up from Aolieon's apology. She hadn't needed it, at all, and wouldn't have expected it from the dancer anyway, so it almost felt like a sheepish gift. It was touching, and something a part of her would file away and appreciate more another day; of relevance to this moment, it spoke volumes to how needful for more she'd become.

That song. She chased its lead in playfulness, a lioness gently toying after a single butterfly until she reached its nest and sent a whole kaleidoscope of them fluttering into view, leaving an ache of awe.

With the abrupt change of angle leaving Aolieon's body and face beneath her, rather than above her, she could once again match her gaze, void to void, amber to violet. Within Therrye's lay recognition and acceptance - a sense of I see you - between the moments of unfocused haze. No longer needing to support so much of her body, either, she drew her closer so her shoulders could hold both of the woman's thighs while a single hand held up her lower back. Her other gently drew the backs of her fingers up her thighs and over the curve of her bum before sliding between its cheeks to rest a thumb where her mouth had previously teased her. While her tongue danced around Aolieon's clit, her thumb repeated those teasing circles, and with no more haste in its movements than before.

A sensation then briefly distracted the brawler. An echo of a memory of a spark at the base of her skull, three times in rapid succession. If Therrye had been wired there, she might have suspected some hardware malfunction or a system reboot - but she wasn't. That the sensation was so soft kept it from feeling like something physically touching her. Nothing had disturbed her hair, there had been no sounds of disturbance in the perimeter of her apartment. There was... nothing it could have been, as far as she could tell. So, as one does with the vagaries of a body that produces the odd pulse of feeling from time to time, she let it go.

With that past, her eyes became more of a smile as Therrye decided to offer one of the things the dancer had been yearning after. Carefully, she slid her thumb inside of her, not aiming for plunging depth - far more nerves were right there at the entrance - and circled it there. Unbeknownst to her, one of the habits her body had subtly picked up over the course of years focusing on something she enjoyed so much was warming her extremities the more aroused she got. This time, however, broke that streak of ignorance, as the intensity of the effect was a couple steps stronger than usual in what was wholly not a coincidence. She'd wasn't able to chalk it up to her partner being particularly warm or tricked out with intimate augments this time, either, since she started feeling it in her other fingers as well. Torn between a mystery and her current preoccupation, she chose the latter, but the pile of unique occurrences wasn't growing any smaller the longer the night (morning) went on.

Drawing back her mouth, but not her hand, that warm smile of hers played across her lips again. "You don't have to hold back, Aolieon." Nearing back, though still watching her response, her tongue touched her betwixt a lick and a lap, sliding between labia but with the same overall upward motion. At the same time, her thumb shifted to a back-and-forth spiral instead of a more static circle. Therrye held no certainty that she would listen, of course, but sometimes some things needed to be said in order to be heard, and she wholeheartedly meant it.
 
When Aolieon flumped down upon the bed, there was a pause in the loving tongue-lashing she was getting, brought to a slightly higher reprieve when Therrye was given the chance to react to her spice and sheepish recant. Aolieon released the tension in her back, wriggling to address some back tension while huffing through pursed lips to catch her breath. She was given a chance to take a break, and she stole it from thin air. After addressing immediate practical concerns and finding a spot of clarity in between the aroused haze, she noticed something mildly alarming... Heat escaped her, but she did not cool down. She briefly regained her composure, but her body wrapped itself tightly around the point of arousal where she had last peaked -- like clutching a bullet between one's teeth.
This isn't normal... Any time she experienced sexual encounters with another; it mattered not whether the selected partner was trying their best or not... or whether or not their survival afterwards was actually in the cards, at times. Having been so numbed, so accustomed to pain and desensitized to nearly everything that made sex worth selling; if Aolieon wanted to seize even an ounce of pleasure from the act -- she had to work for it. She had to lean into it, immerse herself in it and drive her partner up the wall; instigating them to their highest heights of sexual aggression and passion, if she wanted to peak even once. Ever since she began remembering things again 7 years ago, she had chalked it up to the sinfulness and depravity of the 'human condition'; in other words, she had a theory that because of how primitive their sensual inclinations had been made to be, she might never experience it on a level like they did. Of course, her neural vulnerabilities and the fact that she was engaging in the act of intimacy on her own terms bought a lot back from the brink of physical apathy. If she put in a concerted effort, she could iron out and smooth out her spiky intricacies; she could dull her own traumatic defenses, temporarily embrace their licentious ways and maybe, just maybe... she could be brought to orgasm once. This had been how it had always been, every time... all except once in her life, and even then it was only moderately easier, because she genuinely loved that person.

But underneath Therrye, she felt something new stirring... Shallow and addled as her brain was accustomed to being underneath these circumstances -- Aolieon's mind wasn't in synch, at least not as half as it might have been on any other day, toasted or otherwise.  She thought it might have been due to lack of intoxication; however, the fact that earlier in the night, Therrye's touch was sending sparks under her skin in spite of a couple of industrial-grade cocktails and a lingering mescaline high had put that theory to the test and found it wanting. Therrye's passion wasn't quite to blame, either... Her techniques were not at all simple or phoned-in, but they weren't ravenous or intense either... Underneath all this haze and every sensual encore that Aolieon threw at her, there was still a measure of restraint, positive control and poise in Therrye. This woman relished every opportunity to descend into her with hunger, but she held back that viciousness from the Geraldi black site -- a fact that altogether frustrated Aolieon, but regardless wasn't factoring in this dance of intimacy... Because it didn't change the fact that out of everyone whom she had opened her legs for; somehow, some way -- Therrye's gestures and passions were affecting her in a way no one else had...

... And then, it hit her. Her eyes snapped open as she found herself staring at the cool-colored ceiling... It's not her, it's... me...
My body; my instinct, it... it wants this. It's acting on its own...
This stirred a note of alarm within Aolieon -- she didn't like that. While the fact that she wasn't being brought to this edge by means of implants or aphrodisiacs designed specifically for that intent wasn't lost on her; something made her uncomfortable of the idea that someone could inspire her own body to move like this of its own accord... Somehow, her emotions and thought processes softened, in spite of this revelation. As if this wasn't at all new, but anticipated over decades... Her thoughts flashed back to that moment, when their eyes met up close for the first time; when her instincts maddeningly lunged in search of something which quickened the pulse and sharpened the teeth... Something felt so wrong about this, and yet she felt so right...

Aolieon had spaced out for only a mere few seconds, cannibalizing some of that passionate heat gained to fuel her brain through these complex thinking matrices at light speed. Her eyes came back into focus, her mind truthfully having been enveloped in the peak of a false catharsis that begged of its own ponderance... and thus received it. She gazed into Therrye's eyes, and within them she found an unfamiliar emotion -- understanding. Aolieon's expression softened, partially floating into sorrow and partly reaching for an answer she didn't know she needed... into a yearning. Her knees curled as she adjusted her ever closer beneath her, draping her legs over her shoulders and across her back; accepting Therrye for where she chose to be in the present. Aolieon bowed her back slightly, sinking ever more into the bed's soft embrace and temporarily pulling her knees in to pull Therrye closer; allowing one of her hands to reach forwards and lightly sweep past her cheek, finding some electric blue locks to sift between her fingers and curl back behind her ear. What do you see? The thoughts slid from her mind like water, posing more questions and loving curiosities than they implied. Her eyes slowly began to dilate into that passionate desire once more, and her head slowly laid back down. Her hips leveled themselves gently as she smoothed her free hand through her own hair, subsequently letting go of Therrye's and releasing her to allow herself to get more comfortable... she quietly melted into the covers, and she slowly closed her eyes. Aolieon didnt quite understand what was going on... But she had made her choices. She was ready for what comes.

Therrye's hand pressed up against her lower back, responding in kind to raise her hips further. Her other hand swept up her thigh and across her rump to settle in a risky space. Aolieon couldn't help but smile warmly; she knew what she was born with, and she loved to flaunt it -- then the thumb smoothed across her perineum, sending heat permeating through a neural chakra that had been silently begging for more attention. Having that spot flicked at like a missile safety switch had Aolieon incline her head back into the mattress; electrical impulses sent not sparks or coals through her, but soothing heatwaves that began to make her body ache. Breath returned to the forefront of focus, as Therrye began to flicker and lather her clit with affection once more, the smoothing circles of her thumb poured heat into her -- the heat itself beginning to culminate in a point two inches beneath her belly button and radiate outwards. Her body wept, her skin began to sweat, and frustrated soft grunts turned into sweet, begging moans of longing. Her body began to heave and she shook her head in denial and delirium, as if begging something not to happen just yet.
"Don't... tell... me... what to... doooo... ahn," Aolieon forced the words out over heated erotic breaths -- a final signal of defiance and sass, barely managed. Therrye's thumb entered her and she began circling lovingly just barely inside her walls. Aolieon's eyes snapped open, dilation occurring within that nearly consumed the color in her eyes as she felt something drop low within her. Swirls began fluttering inside her core as the heat began to rise aggressively -- her loving moans began to crescendo into cries of erotic anguish. Her eyes darted back to Therrye's gaze, with one final plea not to pull this out of her kicking and screaming. Almost as if in masterful mischief and knowing -- Therrye's tongue came out, she descended one final time... and everything faded to black.

All sound and sense was dulled. Aolieon could see into the darkness; could see outside of herself, and for the moment she only saw herself. She saw herself adorned in tribal tattoos and neural veins glowing in places on her skin like bioluminescent cyan; she was clad in regal jewelry which made no noise when it swung and jingled, trying to look around and figure out where she was. Is that... really me? She was otherwise completely naked, suspended in the abyss by a web of purple silken ribbons. Out of nowhere, a pale violet creature not unlike a Demoness seemed to 'swim' through the darkness up to her feet and clamber up her body to meet her gaze. This creature bore some of the same tattoos, otherworldly jewelry and cyan lightning across her skin; with a mane of blue hair thar cascaded across her back and floated ethereally in the abyss as if underwater... and intimidating frontal horns not unlike that of a Thomson's gazelle. It radiated an aura of power, dominion and femme personified... Aolieon's "self" searched the creature's eyes for meaning and longing -- it merely smiled warmly with infinite matriarchal wisdom, placing it's face inches shy of kissing her. The Demoness placed its right hand over Aolieon's heart; it's left lightly cupped and grazed her erogenous zones, before sweeping up her body to lovingly her cheek. It then leaned to the side of her head; it leered sensually off to the side (directly into Aolieon's perspective/soul), a surge of nebulous ultraviolet color within the eyes enraptured the senses, as it whispered words in her body's ear which made no sound -- however, outside of herself, she could read the lips like an open book.
Two words, which only she knew and yet carried a world of meaning -- Words she had found all on her own, which carried a resonance only found in brighter days, when life was worth living...
"... Embrace eternity."

As if on command, Aolieon's core contracted violently, lurching her back into reality. The heat within her built to scalding and then flowed outwards like molten lava, engulfing everything all the way to her toes and fingertips -- even tracing searing power lines through the follicles of her hair to the ends. Her back arched; she bucked her hips into the loving drag of Therrye's tongue in between her labia, and her essence flowed sweetly into her. A ragged, frustrated and equally elated moan of violent catharsis was wrenched from her chest in climax. The heat folded inwards back to its source in waves, leaving undulant, jubilant tingles all across her nerve endings -- Aolieon trembled visibly all over, as if she was aflame and subsequently dowsed in ice water. She collapsed for a minute, completely thunderstruck with sensual whiplash at what had just come over her, and she could do nothing as she lie there panting vigorously -- nothing except stare at Therrye in shock and awe. What the fuck just happened?! Did I... Aolieon's eyes fluttered and rolled back in her head, almost wanting to fall into sleep but finding the strength to pull herself from the brink with a spot of defiant, ravenous anger. She propped herself up on her elbows, flipping her hair and then brushing it to the side awkwardly, swiping away some sweat from her brow in the process. "Damn, you're good... fuck," she growled underneath her breath, still panting -- no one had been able to do that on their own, not without trying their absolute hardest. She wriggled herself to sit upright and beckoned her forwards with one finger, licking her lips to amorously pull her into a hungry kiss. She couldn't help but moan once more, reveling not only in the taste of Therrye's lips, but the taste of herself on Therrye's lips... Truly, an exquisite feeling. She pulled away for a second, appreciating the look in her eyes as she bit her lip. She caressed her face lightly, squinting her eyes and smoldering at her for a second, the intrusive thoughts flying out of control as the endorphins and other pleasurable chemicals flew wildly throughout her body.
I wonder if I can...
She grinned lasciviously, and then practically bounced Therrye's head on the bed beside her, before clambering to loom over her almost like a spider. She heaved a sigh, shaking her head a bit as if she had her feathers seriously ruffled; he regained control of her breath, and then stole another greedy kiss from her. She parted those lips of her, presenting the flat of her tongue for a bona fide french kiss, before twiddling and tagging various parts within her mouth before pulling and huffing with an unchained voraciousness. She loved playing formal, but this woman had pulled the kid gloves off -- "my turn," she said, descending upon the side of her neck to shower it with a handful of kisses before nipping sharply at her earlobe. "I want my taste, now," No apologies this time, no sass, just unfiltered want. She hesitated for a minute, whining a note of frustration as her hand smoothed up her side and lightly cupped one of her breasts. Something was stopping her from tearing Therrye apart -- fine. By her rules, then... But I'm still leaving my mark -- She licked lasciviously at a spot where she had noted the flesh was softer and less artificially supple. She then placed her lips on it and sucked a mean hickie where it could be seen above a T-shirt. She looked back at her, her eyes dilated as she pulled her hand away in the spirit of remembering decency. She looked her up and down -- she didn't want to ask for permission, and so her eyes were asking instead... almost begging.
 
Of all the things she had seen so far in Aolieon, the sudden softness of her hand curling her hair behind her ear hit her the hardest. Yes, she'd riled her hard in the span of moments shortly after they'd first met, but that had seemed so much what she was about, and it wasn't truly difficult to enrage Therrye if one made the right/wrong choices. She tried not to expect disappointment while still coming prepared for it. Hardship and cruelty were just how things went in this violent, callous world. That touch, though, emerged from streams of desire, bearing nothing like her usual sass, defensiveness, or resistance, and became the most delicate of thorns in her chest. In the few relationships she'd had that led behind all of the careful distance she kept, there was no moment where she could pinpoint when that person went from someone on the outside to being beyond that. Here and now, part of her already knew that this was precisely when Therrye's heart began bleeding for Aolieon's. That the moment lasted as short as it did was what spared her from an upwelling of emotion that very well could have changed the rest of the night.

It was impossible to avoid laughing at the last of the dancer's spoken defiance. She couldn't avoid incredible delight at the playfulness in it, since any sentiment of actual fight would have made her behave very differently from how she shuddered and moaned below her. There was plenty to speculate on for why she might be so resistant to just sinking into the feelings that made her sweat and heave, but Therrye never felt like it was her place to demand or extract those reasons; they would come in words, sooner or later, or they wouldn't. Aolieon trusting her with that vulnerability, all the same, mattered far more.

When the Liandri arched against her, she was once again reminded of a hit of Dorph, though this time it was more in the sense of familiar relief that she'd once worn in its use. Flutters of stroking fingers graced her shoulders as something altogether pleasant flowed down the nerves from near the top of her skull down through her spine. It was just... an experience she couldn't well put words to. Over and over, an entire layer of interaction seemed to be sliding beneath the surface of her interplay with Aolieon, and she was left with less than an impression of an impression. Ghosts in her system, yearning to be realized, left denied and disregarded as figments of an aging body. Still, that did not diminish her enjoyment of the here and now at all, and pleasure swam throughout the rivers of heat in her chest. The similarity between the warm smiles on her face now, and the one seen in darkness, was anything but coincidental, and her hands gently stroked fingertips over her stomach, hips, back and thighs while Aolieon recovered. To call her expression a satisfied look would have been like calling a crimson rifle red - not inaccurate, while wholly missing most of what was going on. Therrye's joy was multi-hued, and whatever crackled and danced between them had added several more colors to its light. Leaning closer, she brushed the back of her hand across the woman's brow to smooth away more of the damp and, well, just appreciate touching her face. Then, at Aolieon's request, she met her mouth with her own, the sounds of her own desire only making themselves known in the muted space of their kiss.

Sometimes she could forget just how deeply it ran through her, in the midst of so much direction and control. It didn't take much though, clearly, for the whole of it to flood through her again, freed from the leash behind her fingers. Therrye didn't immediately let her pull away from a kiss, as once it had surged outward, she needed more, now, the tightness in her chest demanding its due. Only a spear of self-consciousness and Aolieon's desire to take her own direction pried her back from that indulgent expression of lust. When the dancer loomed over her, those thin rings of violet were unfocused for several hard beats of her heart before she could blink away the haze. Then it was up and rising again immediately, seeping fuzziness into her brain as she sought her mouth. Tension coiled through her arms, wanting to grasp and push and take, but Therrye did not easily lose herself; not entirely. Her chest rose and fell in heavy tides of breath as she made sense of the words. Aolieon wasn't making it easy to focus, though. Therrye practically contorted, with sounds somewhere between frustrated moans and threatening growls torn out of her, while fingers dug down the dancer's back. That the bruiser took her nail maintenance rather seriously, and kept them persistently short, was most of what spared her skin from ravening marks in its upper layers. Their trail did not go far, though, and fingers curled away as they remembered themselves.

She looked absolutely ready to tear into Aolieon's throat for a moment. How she had slid her fingers so thoroughly beneath her layers of control eluded her, still, but she could nevertheless remember how many words had been left unspoken. Even if the dancer craved violence from her, it wasn't something she'd put on a lover so casually. Taking hold of her impulses with both hands, she wrestled them down enough to put them back where they belonged, for now. Breathlessly, she offered up a smile. "It's only fair."
 
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... The reverberations that Therrye had managed to send tonally thrumming through her body were still having a lasting effect on Aolieon. She wanted more than anything to reciprocate this new sensation and exchange lovingly -- of that one could be certain. But it wasn't hard to see how much it actually drug out of Aolieon. Her upper arms were quivering from an unprecedented muscle failure; likely compiled upon by the physical duress of the mess at the Geraldi black site and worsened by lactic acid buildup from the heavy drinking. She wanted to sleep, and she was overwhelmed with hormones and biological facets she didn't quite understand... it made her incredibly susceptible to Therrye's hunger for her kisses. She heard the need in Therrye's breath, felt the animal magnetism in how her lips begged for more, and it made her heart swell with sweetness but not enough for her to capitalize on the thrill that Therrye clearly wanted more of her... Her growls and moans were so much, so drawing and she wanted to melt into it; give herself back to this new feeling...
... then she felt the fingers dig into her back -- and sweetly drag those nails across her skin, sending a flare of sparks up her spine like magnesium against steel.
Aolieon arced her neck up, pulling out of the kiss for a huge gasp; a breath that filled her to glutting with the sensation that came out of left field, and lit a fire within her. Her eyes widened into that near-consuming void again, and the breath froze in her throat for a second... It wasn't just a second wind -- It was a game changer.

Deep behind those eyes, the ribboned damsel had her bonds loosened -- the desire sated, the sensations still looming over. She clutched her core, but not in pain; she did so as if she had received something precious -- an altogether hysterical maneuver, but she was clutching the feeling of that heat within her like it was neon sand.
There wasn't any pain; it was a savory sensation that travelled up the spine and opened a gaping maw, darker than the darkness of her mind. As she lie there kneeling and humming a tune of endorphin-laced reverie... something else strutted forth, using its index finger to touch the bottom of her chin and incline it up to look into the fiery red eyes of... it was a reflection of her, halfway dowsed in blood. It looked towards the light at the end of the tunnel, and licked its lips lasciviously. It stared down at the distant image of Therrye from behind those eyes, nonchalantly offering the ribboned Aolieon a hand -- she shook her head. The blood-soaked one crouched down, and whispered words that no one could hear. The ribboned one looked back at Therrye, welling up with desire... without another word, the two brushed hands, and the blood-soaked one walked forwards. A dowsing of water washed off all the blood; a cracking of the knuckles also saw the talons get filed down. With a lecherous smile, one thought clawed its way to the surface.
... Now, you wanna play? Okay, then... Let's play~ ♡

🎶 Blue Stahli -- "ULTRAnumb" 🎶

Aolieon let a melodic moan out through her lips, followed by a hum of delight, as her eyes slowly blinked, before looking back down into Therrye's eyes. "... So, now you wanna play hardball." She caressed her cheek and thumbed her lips momentarily, biting her lip again. "I must commend you, sweet thing. Truly Not only did it take you this long to loosen your restraint -- I can't remember the last time someone made me cum first..." Aolieon's sinful chuckle returned, at last fully completing the reveal of the second wind. "... and I'm glad you think it's fair. Turnabout is fair play. Although, you'll have to forgive me -- I play different, and I like to..." Her hand swept down from her cheek, to her neck, to her collarbone, down one of her breasts, her waist, going sideways to her hips before lightly cupping her erogenous zone -- lightly applying pressure with her middle and ring fingers, before lightly swiping up as if to say hello to her final destination. "... sample all my favorite things, before I get to dessert." The last sentence fragment left her lips with a low, hungry rumble to her tone. She smiled sinfully, before her hand came back up to her cheek and with a muted loving smile, she moved to the other side of her neck and began to sweetly kiss and lightly lick in the subtle dip where her jawline met her neck.
Her hands cupped her shoulders, sweeping inwards and smoothing down to her breasts -- the tender sampling of that spot moved a little lower, her lips searching for another spot where the flesh was softer, seeming to know how to distinguish 'ganic flesh from Realskinn. Her thumbs swept inwards, drawing slow, deliberate circles across her areolas for a few rotations. Meanwhile, her teeth lashed out, clipping itself a small sample of Therrye's skin -- the lips closed down around that spot, and she began to hungrily suck; tenderly at first, before turning up the heat and applying a heated suction to really pull on the flesh. Her thumbs stopped warming up the tender areas upon her mounds, and cupped her breasts to lightly ply at them with shell grips -- the introduction and warm-ups of that area of her body now complete; her hands smoothed down the sides of her torso with supple, plied tension. Her hands went down into the dip of her waist, before she inverted her hands and turned the claws on, dragging them up the sides of her torso with a taunting sensation but not enough to draw blood... only leave light rashes. As the side swipes commenced on their path upwards, Aolieon's teeth released the small clamp of flesh, moving down a little more on her neck before sinking her teeth in closer to the shoulder, applying enough bite pressure to leave a mark and making sure to suck -- this gesture combined the two sensations of pain so sweetly together to stimulate multiple areas. It was clear at this point that she was taking the little scratch and hungry kisses as permission to play things her way, but something was characteristically different from the "fatale" personality -- there was a silent agreement; almost as if she was electing to play by the rules of the 'previous engagement'... and responding in kind to how well she was treated by Therrye, but in her own way.
With her arms now having found their way back to the sides of her breasts; Aolieon took this moment to grasp her forearms, dragging them upwards before smoothing her hands down her forearms -- silently inviting Therrye to put her hands behind her head, or at the very least run her fingers through her own hair. Meanwhile, she rested one of Therrye's hands free of her head; she took her index finger and swiped it down the inner forearm connected to this hand, without nail, pulling her mouth from her neck to look her in her eyes as she did this, chuckling and sneaking a leer-inspired wink at Therrye, as if to quietly signal that 'You can use this hand to touch, if you like'. Without a single word, she got back to her neck, moving more towards the center to lovingly lap at her other neck extremities and shower it in kisses... Her hands swept back down her sides, planting themselves in the bed at her sides to offer bodily support.. As her tongue began to trace artful S-curves that meandered in figure eights across her collarbone, slowly down and moving towards her breasts. She opened her eyes to lock with Therrye, vibe-checking to see how the Femme was doing under this preliminary treatment before she got to one of her more favorite parts...
 
In spite of Aolieon's seeming surprise at responding so powerfully to her, it was a genuine shock what she said about cumming first. Therrye looked affronted on her behalf. "Don't tell me any names then," and it was hard to tell exactly how much she was joking in that fractal of ire in her violets. That the bruiser surprised her self in saying that registered only belatedly.

She fully expected the dancer to play differently, of course; that was coded thoroughly throughout her. The unfocused haze in Therrye had been swallowed back up in the arms of her restraint, however, leaving the watchful gaze of a predator behind. What had been pulled to the surface gripped parts of her long tied to anger alongside else, and there was a deep discomfort in that. Therrye kept the two worlds of rage and lust very far apart, and nothing in her wanted that to change. So she thought, and desperately wanted to believe. Part of her watched in horror, wanting to shout at Aolieon to back off, while something unseen and only barely felt stretched out in a lithe and powerful form, dusting off muscles that hadn't seen the light of life before.

The naked beast of Therrye's desire remained trapped in the hold of her restraint, keeping it in line by force of will more than any sort of threat; had she taken the approach of an arm bar, the feral nature of it would gladly sacrifice an arm to claim bloody victory. While this wasn't new for her, the depth of struggle very much was, and it wasn't at all hard to see herself a tangle of limbs and teeth if discipline hadn't been forced into her across decades of life. It was, nevertheless, a struggle she would pursue to the bitter end. Giving in to unrestrained violence in this context would have been gutting core principles for ephemeral satisfaction.

When it came down to it, all she had to do was ask to get that release. But a concern of it, loosed from its longstanding moorings, tinged out into fears. Therrye didn't feel confident in what she might do if she let all of that control ease up right now.

Aolieon, of course, wasn't making it any easier. Giving herself something to occupy her hands, they briefly settled on the Liandri's hips, thumbs pressing just shy of firmly into the sensitive grooves right inside the pelvic bones. It wasn't as intense as it could have been, given their relative positions to each other, but Therrye wasn't sure if that was because she trying to warn her with the pressure or let her know that she wasn't going to be just a passive recipient of her attention.

Her breath hissed in, though not unhappily, at the teeth on her flesh, and sound entered her breath at the suction of her mouth, fluttering her eyelids. That Aolieon was being so - well, in her mind - gentle was what kept her responses from escalating. She had been used to plenty more violence, in both of the expected contexts, and this was a sweetness that felt intentional. It wasn't difficult to intuit her intentions, she just... struggled with the escalation. Having swept one of Therrye's arms to play with it, she could have seen her fingers reflexively tensing and untensing from the impulses running through her, though whether she did so was another matter. The hand in Aolieon's hair pressed fingertips into her scalp with a clear firmness before drawing back and twisting into a handful of her hair. She didn't tug it, at least not yet, but the strength of her grip was not nearly as gentle as she'd been so far.

Another war between a threatening growl and a gasping moan from her collarbone kisses precipitated some quickened breaths from her and a focusing of her eyes. "Aolieon, I..." She struggled with the words, faced with the reality of a multi-layered internal struggle. Focus, Ther. Her gaze locked in with the dancer's. "I need to know if... and how much... you want me to hurt you." Only a sliver of it escaped, but an arc of anxiety joined the brushfire of heady desire in her voice. This had gotten far more serious than she intended along these lines.
 
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Aolieon had just traced her tongue along the upper curve of one of her breasts, before that reply registered -- and pulled a derisive, sensual giggle from her throat. "Touchy, are we?" Her eyes danced over Therrye's face -- she could see that Beast starting to roll out from beneath her eyes, and it made her shudder... both with submissive desire and tongue-in-cheek delight. But she couldn't help but indulge herself a little more -- mewing a little to wet her whistle before she produced that bladed tongue to trace an erotic, drawn-out spiral across her right breast, encircling to her nipple before using it to stab at it, licking deviously up and down her apex there. She paused as she noticed how heavy her breathing was, and her eyes drank in the exquisite sight of her upper body's features beginning to quaver underneath her. She didn't feel power, she didn't feel sin, she felt... pleased. Pleased that this sentient was enjoying her... been awhile since she had that thrill, but this echoed of something else... felt Therrye's strong hands settle into her hips, before one hand traced up her back to find itself in her scalp. She raised her head for a moment and closed her eyes for a moment, visions flickering to the sight of that Demoness and how lovingly it handled her. Therrye curled her fingers through some locks, and Aolieon subconsciously moved her head away from the hand, almost wanting her to pull it. Her eyes opened, and her lips parted, ready to descend upon her -- then she heard some words emanate from her. In Therrye's tone, she heard desire, she heard need, and she heard... fear. Normally, she'd play with this to her advantage, but... She blinked. Twice. Something didn't quite register. Was she being too rough? She scanned her neck and the side of her torso she was closest to... she didn't draw blood. Her eyes moved up to her face, and she watched a serious look catch her own eye... and then, the words. She wanted to know if she wanted to be hurt by her...
Aolieon squinted her eyes and pulled her head away, her head turning sideways as if perturbed derisively by this question. She locked eyes with Therrye, searching for something she was just now getting the handle on seeing. Her head was lightly taken aback; not that she didn't like what she saw, but it was that lunging from before... in her eyes. Aolieon scoffed, looking back down at her neck. Then she chuckled. Then she laughed. "Such a gentlechoom! Asking someone like me, if I've got limits..." The last eight words seemed to leave her lips with a chuckle of mirth, but her face melted back into that hazy passion mere seconds later. Two parts of her rushed forth to meet the question in her gaze; the one that longed for that preem energy of Therrye's, and the one that desired to leave her marks all over her body. "... Have you already forgotten?"

She moved herself slowly back up to be closer to Therrye's face, draping her hand across her collarbone, as she radiated an expression of fluidbound familiarity. "I'm not made of porcelain, baby..." Her other hand grasped the free hand that was twitching from before, and brought it to her with interlaced fingers. "... remember what these legs saved your candy ass from." Her hand smoothed up her collarbone to caress the part of her neck she initially gave her the first hickie, booping the point on her neck where the pinprick from the Dorph could still be seen. "You're so sweet; asking a question like that, after I already let you put your teeth down there..." She took the hand she still had in her own, releasing it to grip the back of her hand and smooth it across her own collarbone. Caressing her own fingers around the back of Therrye's, Aolieon curled them inwards, and applied serious pressure to her own chest -- dragging her short nails down her own skin, biting her lip as she reveled in the sensation. A little sliver of blue blood could be seen peeking through the minor lacerations, in a cute spot between her collarbone and right above her left breast. "You know how to treat a girl like a corporate princess; I'll give you that -- which means you also know how to turn off your combat cyberware." Her desire-laced expression dropped into a complacent and curt smirk with a slight frown. She let go of Therrye's hand, pressing her hands back in the bed to move back down to where she was -- her expression melting back into dilated eyes and delirious anticipation of her feast. "You've already had me in your mouth, rimbo; we're past the point of play negotiation... Now, be a good girl, and let me finish."

Aolieon went right back to tracing spirals around her breasts, and flicking her nipples with her tongue. She lovingly placed her lips around the apex of her breast, lapping and sucking simultaneously at the sensitive area to really draw some serious attention to that area. She then chuckled as she removed her mouth, grinned and clipped her teeth on the now aroused areola, moving sideways to lightly 'slash' her teeth across the area to taunt her even more. She moved over to the other breast and gave it this same loving, sexually aggressive treatment. As she gave her left breast this attention, her hands swept inwards underneath her breasts and began to press meaningfully in her abs as they palmed and ribbed their way down her abs -- chillingly awakening another section of her slender body with her cold hands. As a luscious goodbye to one of her favorite places to play with, she grinned at Therrye with a wink, snaking her tongue slowly in a wide figure eight around her breasts, before her tongue began to trace itself in zig-zags and loving back and forths, up and down her package. After about a minute or two of savoring the taste of her sweat and doing care to avoid the couple of bullet holes there, she postured up to purse her lips and brush a cold breath of wind across her lathered abs. She then slowly descended back down, thinking to that lovely sensation when she was sent spiralling into darkness over the edge... Her hot breath lingered, as she found that spot two inches below the belly button. She clicked her tongue, then placed her lips to kiss that area before she planted her lips and sucked an angsty, heated hickie right there. She blew coolly over that same spot, as she paused briefly to raise up and present her upper half elegantly as she postured up to move further back on her knees.

Slowly... she placed her hands on the sides of Therrye's waist and drew her hands agonizingly slow into the V-lines of her hips, smoothing her hands back and forth. She bounced up with her rear, pushing Therrye's legs aside. "You ready, baby?" She had a confident leer on her face, her head lowering to glare salaciously at her. Her eyebrows furrowed into a puppy-dog-eyed, childish pout. "I need to know if, and how much, you want me to eat you like you're my last meal," she taunted with comically manufacture rue in her voice, the childish pout contorting into a mischievous and downright naughty grin.
 
"Hard not to take offense," she managed, in that suggestion that she was touchy. It was still a little presumptive, she knew, and yet. And yet. The feeling had struck through all the same.

If Aolieon wanted to dismiss any sense of concern for her well being in Therrye's eyes, it wasn't really possible for her to completely succeed, but derision wasn't a poor tack to take. Normally, she handled it well enough - why be bothered by such things, especially in the context they were currently entwined within? This situation had been several stretches outside of normal, though, and Aolieon's taunting would have flattened back her ears were she a feline. She wasn't taking it seriously, or listening, in quite in the way she'd wanted. "It's never been about what you can handle," she replied with a low growl. A very large part of her wanted to roll the dancer to the floor and - no, no, that was exactly why she was so concerned. The level of enthusiasm for violence spinning out of her wasn't typical. This was very far from typical. Boundaries were something to hold onto; limits were a safety grip when venturing into the darkness. And Aolieon was just... trusting her? Or being cavalier with her own body? Knowing of what she must have seen in her lifetime, she still couldn't tell which way it landed.

Therrye would just have to hope it was the former.

That so much sensual pleasure and carefree affection still lingered in her expressions and movements kept Therrye from raising her hackles any further. The use of her own hand to break her skin clearly stole her attention, and it wasn't hard for Aolieon to see a glint of feral interest in the expression. Frustration followed, the dark gaze of her desire grinning widely at her restraint striving so desperately to keep a hold on things. For a moment, Therrye didn't exactly look like she was enjoying what Aolieon was doing with her mouth to her nipple, as that emotional struggle was clinging even to her breath. Then she gasped at the woman's teeth, and her core contracted at the cold hands. She was breathing hard again while her lascivious tormentor was taking her sweet time in enjoying her, the war within as yet keeping her from returning the favor any which way. A shudder rolled from her hips through her chest at the cold air, and she started sitting up when Aolieon planted her lips and began tugging and sucking sharply between the mouth and tail of the snake tattooed across her. Her expression was mostly surprise, mixed with heated breaths, as the tension she carried made it sting more than it normally would have, but it gave way to a single, throaty moan.

Partially raised and supported by her arms, she wasn't sure whether to give her an earful or thirsty encouragement. Aolieon's hands drew her hips into pressing back regardless of her feelings on the matter, and the sharpness of the predator in her gaze had been smacked and blurred around like wet paint. Swallowing a little, she then rolled her eyes at herself and snorted, shaking her head. The diminishing of tension was welcome. A thing for gratitude, even. Sometimes she was too serious for her own good, and the dancer played on the other end of that spectrum, quite clearly. Exhaling a good deal of her emotions, a muted smirk splayed itself out across her lips. "I guess I wasn't clear enough earlier." One of her legs bent to hook her foot behind Aolieon's ass and pulled - more playfully, than anything else - to draw her a little closer. "I want to taste all of you."
 
In the midst of Aolieon's hungry exploration of Therrye's body, she was able to paw at a spot more levity with a chuff, but one which lacked the intuition towards what Therrye was referring to; couldn't blame her, she did after all have a nova specimen writhing underneath her pleasurable pastimes... "Ohh, please; its not every choomba's fault they can't please a real woman..." she hungrily nibbled at an abdominal, the last turn of her phrase carrying a tone of pride and simultaneous silent praise for Therrye. Her eyes met Therrye's hungrily, with a look incandescent of contemptuous smugness. "Give em all the erotic Chrome and BDs in the world; some gonks will still only know how to draw circles, if that. You on the other hand..." she breathed out the last words of that thought process, letting her sentence trail off, as if to let the silence speak for her. She then got to her patented V-line press, and she postured up to be able to look at Therrye better for a minute as she mocked her for a spell.

The low growl that emanated from her throat took Aolieon back for a minute; the only sign of mild intimidation being a quiver in her chest amidst a wide-eyed leer laced with animal magnetism. There was something to be said about Aolieon being brought to feel threatened in the middle of sex -- it was about as prevalent as it was for a Maelstrom to resist the urge to scoop an unwilling 'ganic off the streets and give em funny augmetics. She shook her head, letting the heated sharpness roll down her spine and out. What's gotten into me? I know I could take this chick, if I really had to... Her thoughts drifted only momentarily to sizing up Therrye once more, but something flung itself to the forefront of her mind with elation and need -- it was that same amorous need to give herself to the rolling storm within Therrye and be drowned in it, especially now that it had been colored by a touch of that signature Therrye wrath. The flashback to that snap of vibrant anger on the bike, the flicker back to that glint of feral interest she drank in when scratching herself not but a few seconds ago -- the sight of Ther's heavy, labored breathing and the sensed internal push against Aolieon was the cherry on top that drew Aolieon into her, pulling on that electrical lure. Realizing it had been a minute since she tasted those sweet lips, she lunged forwards and claimed them with a note of passion, searching and greedily consumed them, hands on her collarbone and neck as she whimpered with a pointed desire to get back to what she was so close to "There's the bruiser from earlier; was beginning to think she was some other sexy stranger..." she only held back long enough between kisses to get that sentence out between heated breaths, before she showered her in more kisses. Eventually, she pressed her hands against her collarbone, closing her eyes as she forced herself to try and get a grip. She bit her lip positively bloody in an effort to wrench back her primal motives before she opened her eyes and let her gaze into that void featuring that convulsing ribboned beauty once more. Aolieon couldn't ignore how visibly difficult it was getting for both of them to keep their hands off of each other and resist the urge to lose control -- something was gonna have to give, and somehow in the end; Aolieon had a feeling that it was her who was gonna delta out of the realm of reason first and give herself to the tides. "This isn't easy for me, either..." The low sensual rumble in her voice was colored by the doting tones of a frustrated moan, as she took the time to level with Therrye and what she was going through.

What followed was the same intent echoed from before -- "I want to taste all of you." -- Aolieon's subconscious begged, pleaded for that more than anything. "... As do I," Aolieon replied, not willing to let that incentive be ignored, as her head lowered sheepishly, seeming to mildly melt at the thought. Aolieon's eyelids lowered as she caressed a hand behind Therrye's neck and leaned in, hesitating at the urge to make love to Therrye's neck again. Hot breaths began to escape her lips and caress that neck, as her tone was overtaken by a whining, begging ensemble of need that had never left her lips before. "... Let me have this, baby, please... Please, I ... I need to know if I..." she shuddered with her breath, finding the composure to place both hands on her shoulders and press her upper body back down into the bed -- this time more gently and meaningful than before. Her hands smoothed down Therrye's front; Aolieon's expression colored by brazen lust and swirling hunger from deep inside, as she slowly climbed back down to rest beneath her and between her legs.
"Let me have you, bruiser..." It was now Aolieon who was lowly growling in her tone, but it was more of a muted rumble colored by passion. Her hand trailed back down Therrye's core, flipping over to the back of her hand to lightly sweep the smooth backs of her nails down into the culmination of the V and coolly with almost zero pressure across her tender bits... Without another word, she slowly crawled back to kneel between Therrye's legs, smoothing her legs from underneath her own body as she smoothed her hands into the covers and underneath Therrye's thighs -- angling her forearms in an arrow shape underneath Therrye's ass to act as a makeshift pillow and give her an easy "up" to angle her body more into herself if necessary.

... Already being in this precarious position was something that was posing a challenge for Aolieon. While it was true that Therrye hadn't hardly been driven to work up a sweat beneath Aolieon earlier; this area of Therrye had since muted the fragrances of the shower from earlier, and the events of this downright thrilling morning had led the scent of her flower to at the very least begin to emanate from her body. The smell of it was doing something sinful to Aolieon's senses, causing her to flare her nostrils and inhale it deeply; this only worsened the mild stimulation from the new scent, causing Aolieon to take staggered breaths as this unique manifestation of Therrye's heat threatened to lash her with its own hooks of molten lightning and never let her go. Something yowled within Aolieon's core like a panther and she almost lost it. Snatching her composure from thin air before it escaped her once more, she immediately hopped back on her thought processes and huffed a breath of cold air over her extremities though pursed lips, introducing herself and looking back up at Therrye to gauge her reactions.
She thought for a moment -- thought about starting easy, taking it slow; escorting her through a tour of lovely sensations before taking what she really wanted... so many possibilities, so many interpretations of the immediate future...
One intrusive thought boomed from beneath her synapses, bringing the musings upon how to treat this razorgirl to an abrupt close...
... ohh, fuck all THAT!

At the very least, she decided on a signature introduction to herself -- she curled that tongue and began to swipe it to and fro in S-curves like bullwhip arcs, starting from above her clitoris and sweeping back and forth downwards, clenching her forearms and lifting up slightly so that she could tighten her S-curves and make it all the way down to her perineum. Finally, she drew the tip of her tongue into a calligraphic point, lightly dragging it from the lowest point of her body's vertical seam upwards -- letting it lightly separate the folds of her labia and just barely enter her before curling and pressing the clit ever so delicately but not lacking in brazen anticipation before swiping up and away. Now having taken nearly every spot of neural coverage and stirred it somewhere between waking bliss and attention, Aolieon's glazed and enamored eyes shot back up to Therrye, pausing only long enough to absorb every filament of reaction before she decided what her next course of action would be.
 
For more of her sassing, Aolieon was well rewarded with a bite to her lower lip that split more of the poor, worried thing, and gave Therrye a taste of that sweet blue. It worked out for what Aolieon had wanted, really, as when she started kissing her, it became increasingly difficult to stop. The heat in her chest had spread all the way to the top of her skull as her pupils damn near plucked the violet right out of her eyes. That taste was consuming for her in a way that she'd eventually be able to describe, yet for tonight, left her more than a touch pushed into heady mess territory. A hand had already moved to take hold of Aolieon's forearm, ready to pull and reposition her exactly how she pleased by just the shoulder if she damn well had to, but then she was... begging? She's begging? Therrye's eyelids fluttered in surprise, and she released her arm and didn't resist getting pushed back down. She slowly nodded, clearly a little stunned that that had come from her, and extra so that it was in that context. "Okay," she replied breathily, her heart more than a little touched.

It was such a question. Doubtlessly she hadn't intended it that way, but that exact wording hooked a finger 'round a string in her chest, and the tugging she'd felt intermittently all night slung back into her with an ache. This wasn't like then, came the reply to the intensity of the feeling, her cheeks quite darkened with color, and a sense of relief accompanied it. Once, she had been so utterly entangled by someone else, and they hadn't intended more than the briefest whisper of that connection. It had been only once because of what came afterward, and how close she'd come to spiraling back out into those stormy sunrise days. So why wasn't she snatching that wrist and removing it from her insides before it was too late? Giving words to that was definitely harder than it was to accept it.

Therrye rarely chose this exact setup while enjoying the attention of another's mouth. There was something to be said for how vulnerable it left her, but moreso it left her a little disconnected in how difficult it was to see, let alone touch much of a lover. Why that mattered was less important to her than how it made her feel. She could still hear the words Aolieon had offered up to her, though, their offered palms clear despite the many impulses thrumming through her minute to minute. The need in them was such a naked, aching thing, lighting up so much of her concept of beauty. Her gaze traveled along the collection of lights above the bed and those ringing the walls; Therrye rarely saw them while breathing this hard, nerves tingling between her legs as she suffered the same treatment of cool air that she'd given the dancer. No, was rarely even accurate? A few times, if ever?

Her spine lit up from base to crown, each swipe of Aolieon's tongue activating another section until she dug her head into the sheets with an arch of her back. Even if it wasn't as pronounced as the dancer's curve earlier, there was no missing it in how it changed the curved lines of her body. Therrye's breath stuck, a captive in her throat until her head finally lifted away with a torn gasp. One of her feet had briefly lifted into the air, unnoticed, while her eyes laid widened and her gaze scattered. Fingers curled inward without yet grasping anything, though that would doubtlessly change beneath the Liandri's tongue. When she'd spoken her desire earlier, it was meant to describe all of this as well, even if she hadn't imagined this exact arrangement of the two of them. All of it - all of her - included receiving and accepting what she gave, too, and it was no less precious a part of the whole. Whether Aolieon had understood that layer or not, she still wanted more; in greed, and in wonder.
 
Aolieon felt the bucking of her head into the bed underneath her first touch; her arms felt the seizing of her breath as she slowly danced her way down the extremities of the razorgirl. She caught a breath herself, aching to see what was going on up above. Something stirred and breathed a heat of life into her skull, electrifying synapses and emotions all over. When she swiped her way back up, pressing the clit as she did, she let her tongue hang loose, letting the tip of her tongue continue to drape the hood as she leaned up and snuck a peek just above the floor of her hips. What she saw made her freeze; the torn gasp left Therrye's throat like music to Aolieon's ears. Suddenly, fire blazed through her synapses as every little aspect of her being all synchronized in unison to rejoice in one simple word -- YES! -- she could do it, too, and she had her by the core, just as she had been taken not long ago!

Aolieon swiped her tongue free of Therrye's clit; closing her eyes, taking the taste of her in and allowing all that was Therrye to savagely enrapture another of her five senses, completing the pentagram her soul desired. Visions that captivated that immaculate YES of her mind, body and soul flashed before her mind's eyes:
- A child finally laying their grubby mitts on the latest in novel entertainment and sweetmeats...
- An ever-patient lover finally getting some attention at her G-spot after waiting two whole years for their meek lover to learn it exists...
- A doll celebrating her graduation to modest bartender in the arms of her protective sisterhood...
- A road nomad stealing vengeance from the jaws of death, blowing a bridge of critical infrastructure to the commercial prosperity of the rivals who ravaged his tribe...
- A serial killer licking away from his shiny stainless blade; rubies that once belonged to a prized victim he had been training an entire year to finally kill...
- A Samurai reclaiming his Honor in the form of a once-reputable Traitor's death at the hands of a trial by combat, from which he had slain countless to get to...
- ... a ribbon-clad beauty with hands being run lovingly through her hair, head held poised at the nethers of a creature of power unknowable as she remained knelt before her...

... Aolieon wanted that last one.
Her brain swelled with delightful yet aching heat which when filled to glutting, allowed it to fall down through her body. Pulling her arms free from underneath Therrye, she poised her head slightly downwards and up, consigning herself to trace elaborate shapes across the area encompassing her snatch, for now -- some alpha-numeric, some polytonic greek; she'd pause ever so often to drag in a breath so she could speed up her tongue-lashing, just so she could draw her favorite Kanji, the silhouette of an 8-bit Space Invader, or something else. Taking a moment between enjoying the artful/oral fixation upon her new favorite canvas, she'd switch to broad strokes of her tongue as she slowly drew an Omega symbol at an agonizing pace, making sure the apex of its arch swept lovingly across her clitoris -- using this moment of mental liberty to smooth her hands outside the range of Therrye's thighs and gently pat down in a blind search for one or more of Therrye's hands. When she found one of them, she wouldn't stop, finding another simpler shape to draw upon her while gently tugging that hand, or hands, towards her head.
A demanding request for sure, given Therrye's position, but Aolieon trusted her to be coherent enough in her lavished haze to figure it out -- she just wanted those fingers through her hair; the need for a feedback loop was welling inside her; just as she felt the heat inside of her settle like molten glass in the cradle of her hips... A connection through her body had been consciously linked, and Aolieon breathed hot air onto her canvas with frustration and a stutter of momentary overstimulation; she felt herself quietly melting beneath, as her own labia wept both joyously and jilted, crying softly for attention...

Another adaptation of more recent times; as stated before, Aolieon had to put a lot of work with previous partners if she even wanted to peak, at times. Luckily, some experience with someone special had not only taught her what it feels like when made vulnerable to someone she genuinely loved -- she had also managed to mentally train herself into a psycho-somatic susceptibility aimed towards sympathetic arousal -- what other gonks might just water down to simply identifying as "people-pleasing". She didn't often make use of this, even less so than her massage skills... There were many who weren't unworthy of this sort of treatment, let alone all of Aolieon's extravagant stoppers. Nevertheless, something wasn't scratching at her walls just yet, but with Therrye underneath her and all these sensations swirling around her and threatening to come apart and lash her psyche in another layer of loving bondage -- Aolieon gave way to the idea that this was one of those times. Having established that linkage between what she was doing to another and herself, her head began to flood with a cocktail of endorphins, emotions and desires... she wasn't exactly linked to Therrye in some transcendental way, but this drew her closer...
With the addition of one or more of Therrye's hands running through her hair, possibly tugging, twirling or showering her scalp with praise; a trifecta would close around her between Therrye's hands, her labia and that of her own, pulsating and starving nethers, and she could finally consider herself fully immersed in this intoxicating experience. Pulling her arms back inwards, she'd get them back underneath Therrye so she could start to draw elegant fleur-de-lis and other elaborate vertical shapes, delving down beneath the dip of her entrance and extending past the height of her clit...

... Something else stirred, and she slowly found herself hungrily reaching for it.
Aolieons hands rolled to face palms up, skating along the sides of her sweaty lower back. Pushing up with urgency in her elbows, Aolieon propped herself up and pressed into Therrye's back to lift her up slightly and encourage an arch. She rolled her shoulders back, and she descended ever closer towards her opening. Intrusive thoughts commanded her -- She wriggled her jaw and opened it wide like that of a snake's, lightly running the edge of her teeth sideways over the opening, once and then back. Cupping just where the dip in her labia began with her bottom lip, she wrapped her lips around the majority of her flower. Rolling her tongue back to perform a preliminary stretch and preparation of oral obedience, she sucked lightly to apply a bit of pressure with her lips -- her tongue then thrust forwards, forcing open the curtain of her entrance, entering her as far as her long bladed tongue could comfortably go, curling up towards the spongy ceiling of her walls before she expanded, contracted and lightly undulated her tongue for a few wavelengths. She did this for a handful of seconds, diving into her depth and drinking hungrily of her. It was almost too much all at once; her tongue retracted and she unlatched from her tender grip on her nethers, rolling her tongue against the roof oif her mouth and letting her essence flow down her throat. This tore a savage, intoxicated growl from her throat, as she gasped for air and found herself reeling from that enrapturing taste. She panted for a few seconds, fumbling and desperately pawing for her resolve, wherever it fell away... She wasn't done. She needed to finish... Damn, this was hard...
 
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In contrast to Aolieon's responses to her mouth (though perhaps not surprisingly), Therrye's sounds of pleasure were mostly more trapped to her breath, tinging exhales with shudders rather than pulling full moans from her. The want was still crystal clear in how it shook, undercut, and constrained each of those breaths, making them more forced, needful things. It was when she held her breath, however intermittently, that such aching expressions escaped from her lips. One of the bruiser's hands had begun pushing into the bed, and before the other could join it, it was briefly in Aolieon's before sliding between the strands of her hair. Were she less consumed in sensation, she probably would have pushed back to keep her hand instead. As it was, her fingers drew tips with pressure in closing claw motions at her scalp before pressing her full palm into it and shuddering with another roll of her muscles, this time from calves to neck.

Usually, while Therrye was very present and open with her lovers, she did not feel all that vulnerable in the sheet-twisting acts she had enjoyed across many bodies and many nights. Holding the lioness' share of direction and no meager amount of restraint made it fairly easy to be close without being too close. This also meant that, usually, she experienced pleasure with more tightening and less tremble of her muscles, letting strings of smaller orgasms come with the roll of her hips, or longer ones pull away all of that tension in one go. In pulling loose that armor made of distance, the usual grooves pleasure flowed through became part of a landscape instead of its dominating features, exchanging arterial rivers for capillary deltas. Her muscles needed to move as sensation arced through them, making of her body a chaotic, writhing dance in slow motion; shoulders rolled independently, wrists twitched and spasmed, and hips refused to stay still. Normally, she wouldn't struggle terribly to tease the sparks of climax out of her body, but this breaking of rhythms was something else, and there was no touchstone to draw upon.

It was in the grip of that chaos where her breath and voice separated, the former working hard to give her blood what it needed while the latter gave life to the whorls and forks of heat running through her. Focus returned to her eyes as they shot open and swept out into thin rings at the touch of Aolieon's teeth. She laughed, faintly, feeling some tit-for-tat in it, and aimlessly tugged at the Liandri's head. Then she gasped loudly, unaware that a tongue could even do that, and left breathless in trying to grasp the sensation, all while her hand snaked all of the hair in reach into a tight grip to find something to hold onto. Therrye's back tightened, and then her core, before a shudder shook through her upper body. She hadn't been quiet this entire time, but this was the first she drew solid words out of Therrye. "Fucking fuck," she cursed, as the whole of her teetered on the edge of something both familiar and very not.

The intensity of her breathing was given a reprieve, however shortly, by Aolieon choking on her. She laughed again, louder this time, though not in any mocking way; it just felt like the emotional processing response most in reach for what she was experiencing, and coincided with the break in the torrent she'd been raining down upon her. Words were a little easier in that moment, and they very likely would have helped her narrow into focus, yet she was at a loss for what to say - another rarity for one used to being direct, sharing easily, and bantering freely. It was undeniably a delicate spell catching her, though, and the claws of her hunger were prowling at the edges, impatient and gnashing. Therrye just... couldn't notice them herself while this lasted.
 
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... Aolieon's breathing had gone from being heavy to shallowed and fluid; her eyes were fixated on the majestic thing beneath her, and how it rattled against its own chains. Her vision began to glaze, the taste on her lips eschewing sensations that warmed her synapses -- she was enjoying this, more than she thought possible. There was something to be said about how Therrye breathed and moved; she had never caused someone to writhe and jerk this much before, and the fact wasn't lost on her. But despite Therrye doing so much to hold herself back and Aolieon having plenty of energy to stay conscious and immersed; her very soul was getting wrapped in velvet and showered in heat and pleasure unlike ever before... something was drawing her in, pulling her in, filling her to aching with a desire to delve deeper into Therrye...
The hands in Aolieon's hair clawed and pulled; the body shuddered underneath her, and her own body wept tears of adoration for every second of appreciation. Having caught her breath, it was almost second nature to lovingly lick at her extremities, but her movements were getting slower, fainter... Her brain was softening, losing grip on reality, and she only wanted more. When Therrye seized underneath her, cursing at the sensation of being ravished by Aolieon's consumption, a cocktail of fuzzy and hot sensations assaulted Aolieon's brain, as if lashing out directly from Therrye's underside and diving straight into her own core. This illicited a hearty moan from her, that which caused her to almost take Therrye's essence down the wrong pipe and instigate the mild choking in the first place. She caught her breath, and noticed she could feel the flowing of its rise and fall within her; everything was falling out of focus, but many things were unable to escape the notice of her nerves -- that's how Aolieon was able to stay conscious; she wasn't experiencing alertness amidst all of this, she was feeling it flowing within and without. She huffed, catching some clarity and going back to enjoying her taste, but each drink of Therrye was pulling her down further and further into an ocean of void she was slowly finding herself unable to resist the temptation to fall into...

We're losing you, Ari -- better go in for the kill, while you're still on top...

The intrusive thought snapped her to half-awake, her eyes flowing all over Therrye's body, as she noticed the hands in her hair and the eddies of warmth beneath her; it was akin to being hungover and wanting to go back to sleep, but it wasn't aching and head pains, it was the opposite... warm and tingly, flowing within and without. She inhaled through her nose and committed herself to the hanging facts of the surface thoughts, and got ready to commit herself to finishing.
Aolieon brought a free hand beneath her own neck, using the smooth backs of her nails again to sweep delicately up and down Therrye's erogenous zone. Aolieon knew exactly what she needed to do -- the Stinger. Whenever she had had enough of a gonk in preem's clothing and their incessant flailings and weirdness upon her; there were certain finishers she could pull on men and women to send them off respectively by dragging their catharsis out of their body kicking and screaming -- after which she could either enjoy some cuddles or just dress up and leave... Not this time. I want, no; NEED more... This finisher, Aolieon favored; its why even though she found practical and visceral uses in having pointed two-inch talons, the middle and ring fingers were manicured to a short length. Aolieon took her right hand, sweeping the back of her hand against the inner thigh and gently holstering it between the cheeks of her rear, placing her thumb beneath Therrye's entrance. Draping the back of her left hand upon Therrye and sweeping it down her labia -- she crossed her middle finger over her ring finger, slightly curling the index and pinky enough to draw the talons away from the skin, parting the folds and entering her. The thumb of her right hand began to lightly swipe up and down her perineum and produce intermittent circles; all the while the middle finger of her right hand searched for the spongy ceiling of Therrye's walls. Upon finding it, her two fingers would join together side to side and stroke the G-spot lovingly, as her tongue finally joined to close a trifecta and draw tight, circled pentagrams upon her clitoris. Thumb of right hand, two fingers within and now tongue all slowly flowed their movements together in synch, and Aolieon mentally buckled down, her eyes drifting up Therrye's body to await Therrye's locked gaze -- she wanted to see this. She wanted to watch this happen, and witness her enrapturing. Everything had built up to this for Aolieon -- it was now time for her to claim what she had come for, and rejoice.

When (and if) Therrye's climax came to pass, there would be much to say about the sensations that would roll over Aolieon in the process. However, one things for sure -- while stamina and will were not at all lacking; her resolve to stay in control had begun to sublimate after getting a real good taste of this marvel of a woman, and extraordinarily... Aolieon couldn't resist it anymore.
She would remove herself from Therrye's nethers, finding the will within her to clamber back up and gently drown Therrye in kisses and assorted neck affections, but after that, she wanted to make herself clear -- draping herself atop Therrye's body, she'd lay down and then erk out some strength to roll the two of them over so that Therrye was on top. The last threads of her salacious resolve were beginning to snap and hang free in the winds, and she'd run a hand down Therrye's side in appreciation -- her glazed eyes would reveal that look of humanity with a warm and loving smile gifted from a place of cathartic, almost genuine adoration and love. She'd slowly blink, and muster some final words, before she'd let her head fall back into the bed before she prostrated herself and for the first time in a long time... submitted to the designs of her lover.

"Show me whatcha got, bruiser... for real, this time."
 
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Therrye's eyes rolled back as Aolieon's tongue returned. No longer so wildly foreign, the sensation made her aware of just how much she'd started to throb. Something about it felt so indefinably right, and one of her legs curled without volition behind Aolieon while her hand pulled at her. Were her body more coordinated in its desires and less going through something of a haywire, she very well might have trapped the dancer's neck with her ankles and smothered her there with the needful pulling of her hands. There was no more subtlety in how much she wanted her lips pressed around her, lapping at her insides with the same depth of moan in her throat that was now leaving Therrye's.

While Aolieon was struggling all she could to catch clarity out of the mounting haze, she was pushing the opposite direction, crawling hand after hand into its promise of - of what, exactly? Warmth, of that there was already plenty, wrapping around thready spirals of want that were also present. Even the catharsis waiting beneath that wasn't a stranger to her. She'd had hands on her that had more than enough skill to justify their hourly rate, too, so that wasn't what called to her either. Amidst the ribbons tugging her body to and fro, sliding across her in whispers of adulation and gratitude, lay that unspoken desire to not be shut out. It wasn't enough to just witness the fruits of her labors; the need and promise of it lay in how the fingers of their hearts entwined in the journey of it.

Had she ever been asked that before? .... had she let anyone ask that before?

Therrye missed her tongue once it was gone, but at least Aolieon didn't give her much time to mourn it. She almost fell forward at the plunge of her fingers, the hand at the dancer's head once more snaring hair to give herself something to hold onto. At that point, she'd lost any sort of grip inside of her, and something external was all she could hope to find. Aolieon's mouth and fingers were insistent enough that she had no space of retreat, and her breath was struggling to keep up with it all, moans pouring from her in currents. She was cursing again, the words more a fractured attempt than clear expression. The ribbons wrapped tighter and tighter, insistent and eager. Even against that pressure, she held out a little longer, thrashing against what was drowning her.

Until she heard her own voice inside her, with the gentle warmth she'd delivered to so many others over the years: Let go.

Her eyes blackened as a cry halfway to a scream finally emerged from her, hips nearly throwing themselves into Aolieon as her nerves wrapped everything in an overwhelming curtain of that release. Arcing spasms ran through her afterward, chaotic in the extreme in size, location and timing. Therrye reflexively curled around Aolieon as she moved up her body, her consciousness only slowly piecing itself back together around a dim core of awareness while she trembled here and there.

After she'd rolled Therrye on top of her, the pace of her reconstruction came a little faster, gaze coming to focus on Aolieon's with something significantly less abyssal. The rise and fall of her chest wasn't so labored, though there was no lack of heat in her breath. Really, her body had gotten noticeably hotter, especially where her fingers were now straying over Aolieon's soft curves. Fully uncurling herself, she resisted the raucous urge to laugh from the sea of bliss inside of her because she didn't want to scatter the expression the Liandri was giving her. That it was still unexpected - though not quite so wholly this time, the whisper of those ribbons not yet faded - only added to its preciousness.

Before anything else, Therrye needed to kiss her. Though the night, she'd shown her hunger, sweetness, warmth and desire, but what came now blended affection and passion, as one might greet a lover at an airport after a much too long trip. If Aolieon was paying attention, and she probably was, another notable difference stood out: the restraint in her was gone. Her lips greedily enjoyed hers, fluidly dancing between gentle devouring and forceful adoration. Whether she'd intended it or not, all of the straps and locks had come undone, and feeling became movement with no translation time or deliberation. Her right knee nudged Aolieon's thigh aside and she pressed her own between her legs, rubbing without any rush whatsoever. This had stopped being a matter of taking her time and slowing down to savor; the lack of haste emerged from a subconscious sense of dominion. All of this was already hers to enjoy.

Snaking fingers up Aolieon's neck, she more deliberately bundled the luxurious curtain into a thick rope between her fingers right against her scalp. Pulling her head to the side, her lips tugged down the curve of her ear before settling over the lower third. Teeth sunk into the the lobe, then the ridge above, tongue almost lazily swirling against the tender flesh there. Then her mouth tightened and pulled, sucking it with the same determination one would to leave a palm-sized bruise on a neck. Only after drinking in enough of Aolieon's sounds did she release it, a pleased sound vibrating her lips against the ravished ear. "Such hunger you spark in me." The words almost sounded like they came from a different person in the sensual indulgence of her voice, now unfettered. Drawing her head further away from her by the hair, her mouth descended an inch below where her neck met her skull and bit the dancer savagely. A murmur of a moan followed, her body weighing down on Aolieon's to better control any thrashing or spasming that erupted from the pain. The bite didn't even last a minute, but when she withdrew, the indents of her teeth remained. It was harder than most might have expected to break skin with a bite, and one could cause fantastic levels of suffering without ever drawing blood. Therrye's had stopped just short of breaking the surface, though there would be no lack of minor internal bleeding beneath the crushing force of her jaw. She offered the gentlest of kisses to the marks, then, soothing them with affection while her thigh spread the Liandri's legs further. Rolling her body upward and releasing her hair, she lifted to no longer be laying atop her, giving her a much better angle to push her knee into Aolieon's labia. Her electric blue locks spilled down one side to frame her face, with her hand on the other.

An altogether different expression lay in her gaze. Not quite the predator, not the bruiser, and without any haze of lust. It was something greater; an assembly of many parts into a different whole. She slid both of her hands half beneath her neck, half beneath her scalp, thumbs curling around the front of her ears. The grip wasn't a cage - Aolieon could pull free if she wanted to - but it kept her firmly in hand unless she struggled against it. Therrye lowered her head, then, and touched forehead to forehead so she could stare into her eyes with the graceful intensity in her own. "I accept," she spoke simply in a lower resonance. Nails curled into her neck and scalp, then, with only their short length keeping them from a level of viciousness.
 
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Aolieon whined with pleasure as hands pulled lovingly at her locks. Hardly able to see Therrye's face, she still reveled in every movement, every sensation and every errant twitch. She could feel the energy building both between them and beneath herself; the spot on the bed where she had rested herself was growing hot with desire as her underside quivered against the bars. When they locked eyes immediately after Aolieon put her pleasure epicenters in a passionate vise, the look in Therrye's eyes lashed out and blasted Aolieon's emotions with searing rays of desire. Aolieon fought the urge to let ler own eyes roll back, twitching as she held that gaze, rays of her own desires trying to wrap a ribbon around her back and plead for that attention, as if saying, Eyes on me, baby. Therrye's fingers torqued around Aolieon's locks, the moans finally came pouring out of her and lavished her ears with the sounds of long-anticipated and imminent release. The curses that flowed from her as she grasped for expression called for a giggle that Aolieon did not have the strength to muster. Aolieon tried to brace whatever few mental walls still held for her against the impact of her catharsis -- it was practically of no use.
When her cry of orgasm came and she forced herself into her body, Aolieon's neck inclined as her eyes rolled in the back of her head -- before she could pull away, a pleasurable shock lashed out at the tip of her tongue and all the way to the back of her head. Vibrating heat travelled up her arm and found enough force to echo beneath her. Her abdomen seized, and a low response emanated to reply to her partner's bliss in the form of a begging moan as she peaked. It wasn't as intense as it was when she was beneath Therrye, but these sympathetic spasms of energy and lust were an honorable mention, for sure. These overwhelming moments, this special place in their time together -- that's what made her walls drop once more, and afterwards there was barely enough dominant resolve to conclude her advances on Therrye with any amount of sassy finality. Her personality had melted into something else, a state of being for which the blue temptress was far out into uncharted waters regarding. She fell into those quivering arms that wrapped around her, and she too found herself nearly fallen into the abyss of a loving embrace; she still found the strength to roll Therrye on top of her, but after that was little more than a flump into the bed -- how could one not savor a moment like this? In contrast, how could one ask for this to end?? Aolieon knew not. Cared not. Something else was at the helm of her mind and soul, and all that remained was what it wanted... and what Therrye wanted.

Therrye's heated sweeping touch down her body roused her to perceptiveness once more. She looked into those reverent yet blissful eyes with a warm smile, managing a smug note of satisfaction. What do you see now? she silently mused to herself, as she began to notice the beast coming back to the forefront -- she didn't have to wait long for something of an answer, as Therrye seemed to greedily claim her lips with blazing passion. Must have been amazing... Aolieon didnt wait to respond to this; wrapping one arm behind her neck and placing another hand over where she thought her heart might be, she applied her lips back sweetly, but let the bruiser lead this dance of passion. She opened her body like flower petals to wherever she chose to be; such a sprightly one, her second wind came with hardly any inspiration at all...
Aolieon let her go, and it was like unleashing an attack dog as Therrye grasped her neck and began to feast on her places of tenderness. The bites on her ears yanked a bated moan of mixed pain and pleasure from her throat; she ran a hand up Therrye's side. An adoring whine emerged as her lobe was sucked at with needy lust. She opened her chest and arched her back a smidgen; a loving gasp came next, as her hair was manipulated and pulled to her head side. The vibrations of pleasure in her ear and the dark words that followed sent a chill down her spine; a tinge of passion-laced fear caused her heart to skip a beat. A hum of encouragement, almost sounding like a muted Yes fluttered in her chest as her hair was pulled even more, and her neck was hungrily devoured. Her lips parted as breathing became heavy and ragged, heated growls of delight scattered through the air. Therrye pinned her body down, holding Aolieon's breath hostage for a spell, and she didnt protest, in spite of her heart fluttering wildly and needing every spot of oxygen it could get its hands upon. Every pain sent lightning surging into her that burned and left a caressing aftertaste -- truly wonderful. Aolieon's eyes rolled back in her head, and her thoughts fluttered like music to her soul.
Yes... Bite, scratch, pull, bruise, play... Run free, and let loose upon me... Only you can do it right...
... What? Maybe this was right... Still, she had yet to fully comprehend what she had unleashed, but notes of pride and joy interplayed upon her feelings. She was quite happy to have leveled the playing field -- it WAS, after all, what she was trying to do...
Therrye knee'd her in the crotch and what came was a bit of a pained groan, but it melted into a begging moan. The razorgirl curtained her hair to brush with hers, and they looked upon one another again. Something within (or underneath her skin) was holding her words hostage, but the last thing she needed was for this feral wonder of a sentient to cease the ravishing of her body by having it's sensibilities brought back to the forefront by some perceived slight -- so, she decided to use her body. Raising a quivering hand to cup her cheek, she parted her lips to breathe, with the softest of whines leaving her throat at the apex of each exhale. Her eyebrows furrowed upwards and her eyes dilated with need, her lips trembling but poised, is if on the verge of saying Please... She looked into those eyes, and saw something in that visage which was reflected in how Therrye held herself. Aolieon's eyelids lowered, her gaze lowered in submission as she inclined her head, pulling needfully against Therrye's restraints of her, only to arch her back further into Therrye and open her chest with fluttering breaths, as she begged to be taken elsewheres... Their foreheads touched, and Aolieon relaxed; she wasn't pulling away, she was begging for more silently... She opened her eyes to look in those eyes -- she heard the words accepting her challenge. Her eyelids lowered as her eyes filled with lust, and this real Aolieon managed to whisper breathily in a manner perfectly audible to Therrye, especially when this close...

"...then take it."
 
If she'd been in a different place, Therrye likely would have showered her with affection and some sweet and languid eroticism before diving in more earnestly to slip another climax out of Aolieon. It would have a delightful place to end the night with the dancer wrapped in her arms and her breath on her neck.

That was place was very far away, now.

Lifting away from Aolieon and onto the bed beside her, she faced her at a ~45 degree angle, a hand brushing back some of her own errant hairs behind her ear as she gave her a brief moment of respite and anticipation. She pulled up her nearest arm, gently lifting it before her face, turning it as if inspecting it while splaying her fingers apart by pushing a thumb in between the bones at the top of her palm. Her mouth drew forward, sealing lips and teeth around the tip of Aolieon's pinky finger - the entire time watching the dancer's face. Biting down with modest intensity on either side of the digit, then down on the pad and the nail, she gauged her response to a moderate but concentrated intensity of pain before continuing across the finger's length to dig teeth into each joint and section. Its tip could just barely brush at the back of her throat by the time she bit down at its base, and however much it hurt her, there didn't seem to much mercy in Therrye's gaze. This time, instead of just pushing down, she twisted her jaw back and forth, knowing that it would be a lot with just a modest amount of force.

After she released her, she kissed at the places she savaged, assessing every response while giving such little mercies. That was all she needed to know for the time being.

Her hands cupped the sides of Aolieon's shoulders, dug their tips into the flesh parts and drew her upper body toward her by that grip and caught Aolieon's chin between her teeth. It wasn't particularly violent, but it was sudden, and she could feel Therrye pressing into the space between her lower jaw. Another release, and her chin touched the woman's to then push down and force her head to tilt upward, bringing her lips back to her. Slowly, she felt along the soft flesh, until she centered that spot the Liandri had worried and bled. Running her tongue over it, she gave it a soft kiss, then vised it between her canines. The pressure was ruthless, and it took no time at all for that sweet blue to trickle into her mouth where she languidly lapped it up. A delicious sound of pleasure followed, uncaring of - or reveling in - the widening wound she was making.

Then she dropped Aolieon all at once, hands and mouth releasing her back onto the bed.

Reaching over her and sliding out of the way, she flipped Aolieon onto her stomach, then her side; she slid an arm behind her thighs and pushed them inward to bring her knees to her chest. Now a more reasonable shape for picking up, she did so by the shoulder and under the knees, scooping her up onto her lap and balanced with her right thigh between her legs. She then rapidly gathered and twisted Aolieon's hair into a facsimile of a braid, wrapped it around one wrist, and took hold of her head once more by the hair. Rather than start with her neck, she swept her mouth down just past her shoulder to her upper arm and planted it there. While she occasionally bit, she switched to mostly sucking and did so violently, sundering blood vessels through the skin. With a livid hickey left there, she moved up higher, and her intent was rapidly clear: patch by patch, she was creating a line of bruises all the way from her upper arm to the top of her neck. The hand controlling her head moved her as needed while her other hand held her arm tightly, though her placement on her lap gave little need for either yet.

When she was finally done, she inhaled with a satisfied smile, vibrant with indulgence. Therrye pulled the woman's head to the side and back until it was no effort at all for her to lean in and take more sustenance from Aolieon's lips. It was a simple matter to re-open the healing wound on her lip and drink more there in between the kisses where she claimed her tongue. Feeling rejuvenated, she took her free hand - while still holding her back in the unbalanced position by her scalp and hair - and grabbed the dancer's hip. If she hadn't already of her own volition, Therrye made her design for her clear by sliding Aolieon back and forth across her thigh by the force of grip on her hip alone, gaze observing to confirm she was understood - and taste all of the beautiful responses there.

Once she complied, the hand slipped from her hip to her abs and pushed its way down to the precious folds beneath, dipping a finger between them and pressing lower until it was well and truly wet with her arousal. Bringing it to her mouth, she licked it, practically purred with pleasure as nerves sparked up her spine, and then plunged it into her mouth to suck it dry of her taste. When she finished, she withdrew it with the soft pop of suction breaking, and seemed to admire it for a moment. Only then did she finally give Aolieon a reprieve from how her back and neck had been forced to bend for Therrye's pleasure, returning her spine to an upright position. She nuzzled then into the Liandri's neck, murmuring affectionately and giving her skin a few wisps of her tongue before she spoke in a low and sultry voice. "How are you so delicious, sweet dancer mine?"
 
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... It is not an unheard of phenomenon, for two souls whose accursed life experiences have given rise to such immeasurable pain (and by extension, multitudes of traumatic defenses and responses), that despite how they carry themselves in ways to protect themselves from potential future pains -- they are drawn to the echoes of the pain of the other in a subconscious desire to understand and try to assuage those malingering echoes. What is a rare phenomenon for sure is the linkage of two such individuals in such a spontaneous way that they are inspired to immerse themselves intimately within one another -- even rarer indeed, is the careful navigation of such intimacies that like young love in bloom, they are somehow rushing so brazenly towards the prospect of gratification and comfort; they find themselves going against the current of their own dogmas to 'show their hand' to one another, tit for tat, in hopes of wrapping the other soul 'round their finger.
To say that this interaction was entirely owed to some speciesist animal magnetism would be a poor assumption of the sentient psyche... even though one would be correct in identifying that as a catalyst in this situation. Something, or more poignantly several somethings else were at play here -- the greatest mystery to be solved would lie within not how this star-crossed linkage of two souls came to happen, but in how such a tainted and tantric happenstance might possibly come to withstand the test of time... and, how even with the rhapsody of life permitting it to be so -- what affects this sort of union might have on such tormented souls, and if there was anything to gain at all, in the end...
So many questions to lament; so many worries and errant concerns to address. It was fortunate that each had somehow found the intuition to navigate the dark passages of the other's minds; because of that both were so enthralled in the streams of passion that such dark and despairing concerns were far away from the mind for the time being. For one, this random encounter would pose enough hungry and sapphic curiosities, as well as self-reflective mysteries for which the answers to many could only be found in one place... The other, having put themselves in imitations of this situation so many times before and being so hatefully consumed by vendettas unresolved, that a valiant attempt would be made to deal with this situation in the only way she knew how. Come what may, it is quite remarkable to see so many qualities about these two that surrounded them in mystery and misery, now being made to dance to the tune of something different...

Pain. It was something reinvented long ago, in order for her to survive; it was the reason she kept fighting and kept living. Once, there was a courageous necessity to grant as little satisfaction to her masters as possible; that twisted adaptation has since been reinvented into not giving her enemies the satisfaction of having dealt any blows -- but even then, there was something even more twisted about it, once you factor in her propensity for spite, hatefulness and her insatiable thrill-seeking of sensations. To that end, the grief, sorrow and pathological anguish remaining from tragedy adds the cherry on top to what might possibly be the most hypersensitive (and most deranged) monument to masochism that anyone could ever meet... That isn't to say however, that she couldn't be caught unawares and thusly thrown for a loop of pain that could have even the most stalwart soldiers reeling...

Although originally still enthralled in the sympathetic catharsis and the blissful joys of being able to satisfy her partner, Aolieon was completely caught off-guard and jolted wide awake at the sensation of her fingers being mercilessly chewed upon. Just as long before when she was being hungrily feasted upon (albeit with much more intensity than before) molten lightning rushed up her arm and threatened to dig its hooks deep in her flesh. A gasp was torn from her chest, and she groaned from the pain, the sound from her colored by perturbed shades of alarm and twisted passion. Now aware of the impulses of her lover, she was able to quickly steel her nerves but to feel this sort of assault upon senses coming from the fingers was something she was not accustomed to. Impulsively, her arm writhed, as a quiver went down her spine, curling her toes and painting her face with a sensual expression that was equal parts receptive and bewildered. As the invasive teething of her digits became more and more intense, she visibly trembled as she hyperventilated and climbed a treacherous hurdle in a subconscious urgency to adapt. Even so, each sensation pulled a delectable assortment of hums, growls and cries of affectionate delight at the sensation of being preyed upon. Finally, as Therrye ground her teeth into her at the base of her pinky; quite possibly to the razorgirl's surprise, a low sinful chuckle would chuff from her chest as she fixated her hungry eyes upon the woman -- the sounds devolving into an angsty purr colored by a primal delirium near the end.
When she began kissing everywhere she devoured, Aolieon turned up an eyebrow as she blinked, mildly baffled by the quick change in tune. She had never pinged Therrye for being someone with a hand fetish, but considering how lavishly she had been reduced to a puddle before -- she quietly chalked it up to an oral fixation and decided to let it slide. The fact she had been gauging her pain with that lovely pinkie-biting bit wasnt lost on her, either...Quietly chewing on her lips, thoughts swirled about in her head about exactly where this was going, but ever still a resignation to having given herself to whatever comes next still remained -- she was along for the ride, and for once she was actually somewhat intrigued at this. She noted the agility at which certain things were moving, and licked her lips when she identified that their exchange had suffered yet another paradigm shift; her senses were dulled both by the current apex of intoxication from this roll in the hay -- although, she was somehow more lulled into complacency and lascivious anticipation at the sense that something wasn't rattling its cage anymore, but was primally rending the bars open with brute force instead, and she quietly welcomed and taunted it's wrath...

She was grappled, nails digging in; her chin was clamped upon and her lips were claimed; Aolieon couldn't help but marvel at how vibrant Therrye's passion remained amidst the whirlwind of her emotions. When she found that portion of her lips that she had been chewing on and once bit bloody, her breath seized only to be given to a vibrant moan of pleasure which intermingled with Therrye's own noises, feeling the sickening pain twisting at her gut. This was the kind of vicious hunger she liked; a kind of passion many imitated but few possessed, and once hard-fought in its pursuit... Her hands travelled up Therrye's back and clawed down either side as she pulled her head away to ramp up that pain in her lips just a little more; a mild indulgence which made her all the more wetter in anticipation.

When pushed back onto the bed, the lust in her curled so lovingly and she couldn't help but be a little vain in this -- as someone got up and prepared to grapple and throw her around; one hand came up to fluff her hair to the side as her toes curled and thighs rubbed together. One hand smoothed down Aolieon's midriff as she cupped her own flower and rubbed it a little bit; half testing to see how wildly this was affecting her, but really it was to elegantly craft an image of herself for someone to remember; the thralls of her own desire were almost too much to bear, so she decided to roll with the currents within her, instead of try to curb them to make this last.

Aolieon whooped lightly as she was flipped over onto her stomach and then rolled over to her side. She giggled with mirth as she was folded in half, picked up and placed on Therrye's thigh, back turned to her. She was over the moon when she grasped her hair, twirled it into a leash and used it to force her open even further. The fact that she had not chosen to immerse her grip close to the scalp invited pain as well as pleasure, and her breath became quite heavy at this precarious posing of her body. The devouring continued, this time down by her upper arm and leaving a doting knotted cord of bitemarks and vicious hickies up to her neck. This caused her to huff, growl and groan in a particularly livid yet salacious response; one of her hands found itself upon Therrye's other thigh, and she gripped with such need and intensity that her talons would lightly pierce the flesh and muscle at this. She loved every bit of this, the marking, the biting, the scratching, the utter madness of all this lust -- it drove her wild; wild enough that she wanted her own taste. Aolieon snaked her other hand up behind Therrye and up her back, finding some leverage at ther right shoulder. She then turned her head to look up at Therrye and in a passionate growl, she pulled hard against the grip on her hair; powering through the immense amount of pain that surged violently through her brain and opening her mouth to clamp lightly on her neck. That hand upon her shoulder dug it's own nails in, as she began to hungrily and pleadingly kiss at her neck and pluck at the flesh there with her teeth. As Therrye began to get up to her neck, Aolieon found her resistance eroded at, as she whined and gave into the grip upon her hair, the breathing now fluid and whole as she groaned pleadingly through all the pain and pleasure she was being mercilessly and hungrily showered in. Sparks were flying, sensations were surging; everything was positively wild, and a noticeable amount of heat from the entire exchange was beginning to trickle down Therrye's thigh. It was almost too much.

When Therrye grabbed her hip, it was almost like they were on the same fiery level of need and excess -- when she started grinding her back and forth on her thigh, Aolieon would arch her back and grind her hips into Therrye; letting her move her hips by forcr while adding a little of her own effort in tandem as they kissed and she pulled more blood from her lips, the sounds of her pleasure starting to flow more freely from her chest. She hoped it wouldnt be lost on her that Aolieon was paying a subtle homage to when she was grinding on her at Neon Hearts, almost as if silently saying, You earned this, baby; taking this pleasurable opportunity to remind her of that moment, she could only wonder how much of her own participation in this was shooting Therrye higher and higher. Of course, this came with its own drawback, and that's that the friction was causing her to really struggle with her own need. Slickened as her thigh now was, it was dragging a peak out of her kicking and screaming, which was only brought to send a pang vibrating through her entire body when Therrye penetrated her with her finger. This pulled a staggering half-growl, half-moan from her chest as she chuffed with every breath and melted in her grasp. This was the most exquisite thing; being held so powerfully and manipulated into such arousal so aggressively... She had no idea why she loved it so much; this wasn't a sensation she was used to, but it felt so right...
The words fluttered across her ears, and she couldnt muster any reply. All she did was grin lasciviously, biting her lip in that one spot and pulling in for a few more kisses upon the lips. Now completely in the thralls of this majestic lioness of a woman -- there was plenty to say, and no words to say it. All she could do was lean in and quietly beg for more...
 
There was, at this point, no amount of focus in Therrye not being poured into Aolieon. Even when she wasn't looking directly at how she responded in body and mind, the aim of her senses wrapped around her presence unceasingly. Every shift of breath, every twitch of muscle was something to consider and/or devour. None of that meant that the Liandri could not surprise her, though, and that came into relief when she intentionally made the wounding of her lip worse. How delicious, came the thought, in a tone that managed to feel anchored in her soul and completely at odds with her personality at the same time. Now wasn't the time for an identity crisis, though.

The first of Aolieon's clawing her felt like an appetizer, almost gentle and subtle in its earnestness, and the hum of enjoyment that answered hinted at how much harder she could go with them. A different sort of pleasure drew a grin from Therrye as the dancer embodied so much playful glee in the midst of being pulled and pushed around like a well-loved toy. That their emotions could roll from there to suffering, to adoration, to bliss and back was already becoming a song Therrye could never forget, and it sparked incredible joy.

When Aolieon drew blood from her thigh, the growing purr of pleasure filled a gasp and then a glowing laugh. She had already intended to feel what she could give sooner than later, but the woman clearly couldn't wait to get her mouth on her. Therrye watched as she struggled against her hold and the suffering that inflicted all to get some of her between her lips. Sounds of pleasure at her hindered desire thrummed against Aolieon's skin while she continued her path of marking upon her, undeterred by the pleading or determination. When she felt her finally relent to the force in her hair and immerse herself in all that she was doing to her, Therrye paused to speak into her ear, voice threaded with as much direction as it was lustful intent. "You'll get your turn soon enough."

Once Aolieon started grinding down on her, she touched lips to ear once more, but licked the ridges of it instead of saying anything; it was a brief thing, all told, done to acknowledge and appreciate her working with her intent and giving it her all. Experiencing so much of her partner's pleasure like this had begun ticking Therrye's body temperature up and up, past any previous indication of what was normal for her physiology (nevermind how long ago this night passed anything resembling "normal"). When Aolieon responded so intensely to her finger, a tendril of awareness noted that the warmth in it wasn't just from how aroused the dancer had become. Curiosity tickled at her, but there was no particular use for this information that would have changed what she was going to do; it just added to whatever sensations her fingers were going to draw out of her. Besides, she was much more focused in drinking up the pleasure crackling against her and swimming within her.

Therrye gladly enjoyed more of Aolieon's lips on hers, and took several long kisses, purring with a level of affection and arousal that would have taken her aback if it had happened just twenty minutes ago. This... unseating of restraint and blending of disparate and distant parts of her was letting emotion pour out of her as much as the heat in her had risen, while somehow coexisting with indelible poise.

Finally releasing the rope of the dancer's hair, she placed that hand firmly onto her chest. Holding her back tight to her own, she lifted upon to her knees and then turned out her left leg to plant a foot on the bed. With that leverage, she gently pushed herself backward, her back landing on the sheets without any change in how close she was holding Aolieon. No longer tucking her knees or needing to hold her chest, she stretched out both legs while she shifted the dancer's body more centrally on top of her own. Then her right hand drew fingers gently up the side of Aolieon's face and traced them back down, her pinky and ring finger catching her lower lip and tugging it down slightly before sliding past it and into the dancer's mouth. Her left, meanwhile, stretched down to her thigh, pressed into it, and slowly dragged her nails up her hip and chest, coming to a stop as they came halfway across her breast and dug into her areola. Her nails reversed, then, pushing out instead of clawing in, while her fingers stroked her tongue and casually explored her teeth and cheeks.

Removing her fingers without any rush, she then took hold of Aolieon's cheek and turned her head to face Therrye's neck while she twisted her neck to open it further. Bringing lips to skin, she commanded in a way that called for her not to be gentle with it: "Bite."

While she let Aolieon indulge in all of her lustful hunger, her right hand ran over her front, swishing flourishes of nails before digging into and gripping flesh, then relenting to gently caress, and going right back to dragging clawed streaks down her thighs. Reveling in the uncaring chaos of it, the sounds of her own desire rose as her left hand swept between Aolieon's legs to spread her petals and put the heat of her middle finger inside of her again. Between breathy moans, she grinned radiantly as she scuffed and marked Aolieon's body while seeking to pull ever more pleasure from her, curiosity lazily wondering how long she'd be able to focus on giving her neck the attention she'd directed. Not that she had any expectations or requirements of it, of course; she wanted to feel the Liandri come undone in her arms.
 
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"For a Samurai to kneel, to sit in Seiza makes one less responsive in the art of Iaijutsu in the presence of a Lord; it is considered a gesture of good faith, of non-hostility. To bow beyond that is a gesture of ultimate apology -- the Gaijin have tainted these symbola of our culture in the worst possible way with you, and for that I will never sit in Seiza again, nor will I ever kowtow."
"Ask not whether I love you. Instead ask yourself -- why is it so important that you feel you must kneel before me, after living your life on your knees for so long?"

... This was a question that Aolieon could never answer. A question which from time to time would circle back to the forefront of her mind. It always brought forth a case of her conscience -- she knew not why; only that it was one of a few questions that kept her going... A question she felt she needed to find the answer to before she died.
In her mind, she had turned submission, in addition to many other complex facets pertaining to the sensual, into a tool or a weapon. Each time she 'submitted', it was not true -- it was a negative exercise in discipline; in facing her fears and assuring herself that she was in control. She had been power-bottoming for years since her chains were broken; it was a red flag planted in the face of a darker adversity. Any time someone got too aggressive, too handsy or too consumed, she could just wriggle her way out of grapples, fight the partner on equal footing and at the worst of times -- she could kill her targets at their most vulnerable. Over time, she had transformed this exercise in tantric discipline into an art of assassination; however each time she used it, even when it presented information or items that were good for the Cause -- he would always ask this question... and her answers never held enough weight.
"Why do you kneel?"

So many had been given this facsimile, this illusion of submission... and been found wanting. Few were able to bring it about genuinely, and fewer still were able to hold themselves back when presented with it. None saw it for what it was, or appreciated it -- not even Aolieon. But as she was ravaged and melted into this woman slowly... she found herself not blaming her for descending into ferality. This woman did not ask for it; she did not vie for this power over her -- not intentionally anyways, far as the deepest Demons in her mind could tell... They did quietly whisper that if there was a time to strike, it would be now... but she didnt want to. There was no need -- Therrye had given her no reason to doubt her or consider her a threat. And yet, to say that Aolieon had any glimmer of musings, thinking that somehow she'd be different and treat even the illusion of such a gift with Honor... well, that would be a lie. Almost all gifted with it used it for accelerated gratification, and the one sentient who could have possibly taught her the lesson deep underneath had refused to do so, out of principle.
Still, she had come this far... and in doing so, had reaped a night to remember. To that end, she decided to let things play out -- banishing the thoughts of conscience and toxicity, and settling into this role a bit more naturally than she would have otherwise liked.

However, even in her warm resignation to this end, she knew that if she loosened her grip too much and settled into this mindset a little more than she would have liked -- something terrible could happen. And out of unique respect for this unique sentient, and how much they had made her work for this catharsis; she decided to try something she had never done before -- she compromised between faking it and fear, just to see what would happen.

Aolieon dropped her shoulders. Mildly, she let herself melt into Therrye's arms. She released the control of her breath and her voice, beginning to moan on the exhale once more, as Therrye feasted upon her neck. "You'll get your turn soon enough." A dangerous turn of phrase to be using with her, to be sure -- Aolieon gaslit the meaning and threw it to the wayside. She let everything happen as she intended, leaning into the waves of heat and emotion that had beckoned her to act upon them; to not be an inactive participant, just as before... she felt the sweet caress of the Demoness. Closing her eyes, she felt it handling her. She trusted it... She let instinct fly in the face of caution. This one is worth it -- utilizing the strange visions from before; she jumped on the train of thoughts telling her to court and please this manifestation of Therrye's, and mentally started dancing to the beat of the primal urges -- somehow, this was a safe jump in logic; it kept her from having flashbacks, as she kept her eyes mostly closed and focused on Therrye's own primal energy.

She did not bother to move when Therrye elected to reposition herself with Aolieon in her arms. Her right arm came up and over and she pressed her fingers into Therrye's hair, brushing her fingertips along her scalp and lovingly curling her fingers sideways to twirl the locks kinesthetically between her fingers. When Therrye caressed her face and placed two fingers in her mouth, Aolieon quietly moaned, accepting them and lightly sucking upon the digits. The scratch up her side made her quiver and moan louder -- she clamped her teeth upon the fingers, teeth chattering for a moment before she reduced her bite pressure to lightly teething on her fingers, lathering her tongue over the bite marks in a silent, begging apology. She pierced Aolieon's nipple with one of her talons; a sharp gasp and another chomp upon the fingers with a more ragged moan. The fingers wiggled, desiring exploration -- she released her teeth, whimpering and letting her explore her mouth.

Therrye pulled the oral offering from her mouth and then pulled her face to her neck -- "Bite." She obeyed, moaning freely as she lashed her tongue rampantly over the flesh and clamped onto her flesh -- not letting go and holding on with a grappling intensity, her left hand fell freely back upon the bed as her right gripped some locks near her scalp. The flesh of her neck was grasped as if it were some kind of lifeline, while Therrye ran her nails in soft touches and meaningful scratches across her thighs, front and other places.
There was a quiver generating vibrations up her spine; each scratch drug a pained and vibrant moan out of her body, the sounds getting louder and more desperate as she held on. Earlier, her walls had been lovingly massaged away slowly and gently -- now with each scratch, bite and pull of her hair she had been laying on her, it was as if the Femme was tearing her apart; more vigorously flaying her defenses away from her and driving her up a wall faster and faster...

The plunge into her depths made her cry out with such avid pleasure that her teeth let go of Therrye's neck -- the onslaught of slashing at her skin did not cease. Aolieon's breath got heavy and heated, her moans now turning into cries, cries turning into delirious peaked whines as she began holding something back in her throat. She clenched her walls strongly around Therrye's finger, her hips beginning to gyrate in her hand with an undeniable need. She looked up at Therrye -- the eyes a begging maw of darkness. Her right hand hand gripped tightly, clinging to reality through Therrye's scalp but not controlling her head. Her core tightened, her body was openly spasming now; somehow she was holding back, closing her walls around and pushing as hard as she could against the need to just let go and orgasm -- Her body was ready, and she wrapped herself even tighter around the upward spiral into bliss; denying herself the skyrocketing downfall into rapture -- Almost as if she was waiting on a word, or possibly posturing herself to let Therrye be the one to give her a little push... this was Aolieon's final gift of the night (morning) -- one last thing to take from her...
 
Were the level of pain involved a whisper of the current intensity, a brief look at Therrye in her bed with a wonderfully moaning femme in her arms wouldn't have felt at all out of place in many of her nights across the past several years. Reveling in the pleasure that responded from the attention she lavished, even from an emotional distance, had given her many pleasant memories while also pushing back the sharp edges that lingered in the darkness. This was a pattern born from want, rather than need. How sweetly it touched her and inflamed all of the warmth with which she held lovers may have been a key part that kept it from ever spiraling out into addiction - or maybe that had nothing to do with it at all, and that was just a fleeting, sentimental thought on her part. Even when desire loosed out of someone to the full extent safety and trust allowed, and there was nothing trivial about that experience, it still could not slip its way in past the walls she held.

In spite of a brief, superficial similarity, the pleasure flowing out of her partner wasn't running on those usual lines. What she was doing to Aolieon wasn't along her usual lines (let alone the how and from where), leaving her far from familiar shores. And yet - how each movement followed the next, the flow of action into response into reaction into escalation - each play was a piece clicking assuredly and beautifully against the rest in a wordless song written by intuition and connections, visible and not.

Aolieon's teeth upon her fingers brought shivers through the nerves of her back like rustling feathers; the pleasure in her breath was unmistakable and only increased in volume with the second bite. Therrye almost dug her fingers into the soft flesh behind her teeth just to make her clamp down again, but direction via pain wasn't in the cards at that moment. Such wasn't where she truly wanted to take her in the end, now or later. Suffering was just one voice among several that made the symphony.

That didn't make it any less important or incredible, though. The intensity of Aolieon's intent there drew the first full, luxuriant moan from her since the dramatic switch in headspace, and if her hands were any less busy, she would have encouraged her with a hand to the back of her head. She pressed her neck into her mouth all the same, finally feeling heat flooding through her chest again and desiring more. How it had simply thrummed through all of her in a constant, rising volume, would later mystify her, and even now, the way it flowed through her felt more like water through channels than wild rivers - which seemed backwards, but true all the same.

If she hadn't expected it to be brief, it would have truly disappointed her. This was her design, though, and there was purpose in it that centered around the dancer more than it did herself, the fruits of which she was now joyously devouring. The rhapsody she'd been layering up within Aolieon was the sort of sustenance this unfamiliar part of her would feed on in physical memory for days and weeks - months, even, if it had to, though the preference was always more, now, again, and it'd had so little to actually call its own. It was a small mercy that it had been asleep for so long with how thoroughly it would have starved.

Therrye's gaze dilated in turn, the sense of imminent triumph wafting from the body in her arms. An interesting choice was being made, however; the all-too-familiar tells of restraint in Aolieon's muscles were felt against her body and beneath her hands. Temptation tugged at her to call for her to give in then and there and not delay that indulgent feeding any longer, but that would run counter to the union and claiming that had vividly planted itself into the center of her wishes once it swam up from the darkness. That was how she wanted to express, share, give and take with the vulnerability laid out before her.

And so she would.

Slowly, carefully, she drew back her hand from that aching place of spasming need - too fast and it might happen anyway. She then put hands to Aolieon's sides and gently slid her off of her chest and stomach, laying her down beside her. Raising up onto her knees with an exaggerated sweep of her hair, she gazed down on the woman with that prism of emotion that had built up through the night. Hunger lay vividly at the front, but so much else lay ringed around it. For a long moment, longer than she'd intended, she pressed her palm into the center of Aolieon's chest and then let it drift downward with a sensual appreciation of all that she'd given her so far.

Then she lifted her left leg by her thigh and pulled her over to line up their bodies and remove the distance. Extending her right leg, she drew up her foot and planted it, leaving her own legs wide open. Drawing nails down her own chest with enough force to score the flesh, she reversed them onto the pads of her fingertips just before reaching her vulva. Even mild pressure revealed just how much she was throbbing herself, drawing out a thick exhale and a smile brimming with lust. She let the haze of it consume her attention, just for a couple moments, eyes lidding with an uninhibited expression of ecstasy. Therrye's focus returned with the opening her eyes, and while they were thin gates of violet over the darkness between, they were clear. Three of her fingers rolled across her labia before she slid them inside herself, drawing a shuddering moan out of her that made an eyelid flutter. The way she contracted and breathed sharply when she pulled them out resembled one getting punched in the gut for how much it affected her, but she was already grinning again with lascivious intent.

Leaning down over Aolieon, then, she drank in what she saw as she used the same fingers to spread her open and press inside her. Eagerness radiated from her face, yet her hand was in no such rush, twirling slowly and then rubbing at her walls with no intent but enjoyment. Only after she could see the need welling up again within the dancer did she bring the three together and begin drawing them over her g-spot. Gently cupping her neck with her free hand, Therrye's breathing started lining up with Aolieon's, reciprocating her heat as well as the rest of her was. Her eyes widened in glee at the tightening of the ribbons across her arms, drawing, tugging, begging for release. At last, she spoke: "Let go."
 
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