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Wiš'adel snapped awake. She was exactly where she expected to be, in bed in the little dorm room she'd been assigned aboard Rhodes Island, and yet it was quickly apparent that something was wrong. For one, she was nude, and that definitely hadn't been the case when she fell asleep. Worse, she was bound, arms tied together behind her back, legs similarly tied together. It wasn't rope restraining her, though, but a strange black energy encircling her limbs. Arts… Arts that she'd definitely seen before. This was-
“Ah…” A soft sigh broke the room's silence, and Wiš'adel immediately rolled over to see its source. Amiya, seated next to the bed, completely nude and with eyes shut tight.
“Hey, what's-” Wiš'adel began angrily, only to be interrupted by a gentle moan. That was when she realised something. Amiya’s hand was down between her legs and she was slowly fingering herself. Wiš'adel’s cheeks flushed, and she began to struggle against her restraints. “What the hell is this?”
Amiya didn't answer, didn't even really seem to notice, eyes still shut and fingers still moving. The restraints similarly seemed unbothered by her outburst, refusing to give even an inch no matter how hard she tried to free herself. And then Amiya gasped and shifted in her seat just a little, spread her legs wider, gave Wiš'adel a better view.
Her pussy was slick with arousal, dripping wet as her fingers spread and teased those lips. Wiš'adel's breath caught in her throat, her body was growing hot while her cock grew stiff down between her legs.
This- she shouldn't be watching this, this was wrong. She forced her gaze away, only to instead settle on Amiya's face, cheeks bright red, mouth hanging slightly open, a lewd moan softly drifting from it, a bead of sweat trailing down her neck, down to her breasts–
Okay well that was just as bad. She made herself look higher, up to the ceiling, and yet the noise alone was still enough to send her imagination racing. What the hell was this? A dream? A nightmare?
After what felt like an eternity, there came the sound of Amiya's body jolting in her chair, and a long, low sigh drifting through the air as she finished.
Wiš'adel chanced a look down now. Amiya looked so satisfied, body boneless, a small smile on her face as she breathed heavily. And then she opened her eyes and met Wiš'adel’s.
Wiš'adel flinched away as if burned. She had always hated the way Amiya’s gaze made her feel. Like she was looking right through her, seeing all her deepest thoughts and secrets. “What the fuck is going on?” she forced herself to say while staring pointedly up at the ceiling.
Amiya hummed, and Wiš'adel was dimly aware of the sound of her standing, moving closer, and sitting on the edge of the bed, right beside her. “I try really, really hard to be good, all the time. Maybe sometimes, I just want to be a little bad.”
“What?”
“I know that I remind you of her.” Amiya leaned closer, into Wiš'adel’s field of vision. “Whenever you look at me, you can’t help but think about her. Of everything you wanted from her. It makes you feel horrible, but you just can’t help it.”
Bile rose in the back of Wiš'adel’s throat. She wasn’t wrong.
“And,” Amiya continued, “I know that one of the things that you wanted from her, was this.”
A soft hand wrapped itself around Wiš'adel’s cock, and in turn a bolt of panic shot down her spine. “Bunny, don't-” she tried to protest, but her words were stopped by a moan forcing its way from her throat as Amiya began to slowly stroke her.
It felt painfully good, and painfully wrong. Amiya was practically Her Highness’s daughter, she couldn't- shouldn't-
But she was, even if she didn't have a choice in the matter. She struggled, and strained, but Amiya's arts wouldn't release her, and all the while that hand kept pumping up and down her length. Even worse, Amiya kept looking at her so softly, as if drinking in her every reaction, adoring her.
She couldn't bear being exposed to that any longer, and so shut her eyes tight. And then it was just her and the sensation, the heat burning her from the inside out, the way her nerves prickled and pulsed with those gentle movements. Easier this way, to just feel rather than think.
And… god… it was so easy like this to imagine. To pretend it was Her Highness touching her right now. She'd imagined it so many times, after all, pictured it over and over late at night when her own hand had been her only company.
Another strangled moan leaked out of her, her hips instinctually bucking into the touch. Her Highness would be smiling right now, that same small and gentle smile she always wore around the people she loved.
She felt weak and vulnerable and so exposed, but Her Highness wouldn't mind. Of course she wouldn't. Because she cared for, she wanted, Wiš'adel just the same way Wiš'adel wanted her. Right?... Right?
The hand slowed, and then stopped, and eventually Wiš'adel had no choice but to crack her eyes open, to see Amiya staring down at her. She knew it was a lie, of course, but exposing herself to it still hurt.
“Amiya,” she did her best to sound dangerous, even if it was pointless with tears prickling at the corners of her eyes. “Let me go.”
“I'm sorry.” Amiya is always so gentle. She took hold of Wiš'adel’s forearm and guided her to sit up. For a second, Wiš'adel actually thought she was going to release her, but instead she just straddled her. “I'm sorry that you can't have her, even though you loved her so much. But you can have me. Maybe that's just as good?”
That struck Wiš'adel silent, cheeks burning and stomach churning with uncertainty. Right up until she realised that Amiya was carefully lining her entrance up with Wiš'adel’s cock.
“Amiya,” she protests weakly, “we can't do this.”
“Why not?” Amiya trails her hands up Wiš'adel’s body, settling on her shoulders, the rings on her fingers like ice against her skin. “You know, like this, I can feel everything you feel. I know, beneath it all, you want this. You want me.”
She did. It was impossible to deny it. Not while that deep blue gaze was digging into her soul. And then Amiya leaned in and kissed her, ever so briefly, sweeter than she could have ever imagined.
“It's okay,” Amiya breathed against her lips, “No one else ever needs to find out. It'll be our little secret.”
“Fuck,” is the only response Wiš'adel can manage, and even that comes out as a small whimper that she’d be ashamed of under any other circumstances. She’d never realised that Amiya could be this… dangerous. It scared her. And that just excited her even more.
Her heart sat in her throat as she watched Amiya proceed, taking hold of her cock and pressing it up to tease her own lower lips. It was almost painful, how long she took, gently rubbing the head against her entrance, teasing herself, leaving a coating of her slick behind. And even just that, the feeling of Amiya’s arousal against her skin, was enough to light raging fires deep within Wiš'adel’s body.
She doesn’t just want this. Right now, she needs it. She feels more desperate than she ever has in her life, and yet she’s unable to do a thing to fulfill those desires. It’s a struggle like this to even lift her hips up, to try to press forward just a little, and yet she does all the same, that deep need finally winning out over the parts of her brain that are disgusted with herself.
Amiya giggled- fucking giggled- at that. And yet, she was merciful. She pressed forward, letting Wiš'adel’s member push about half its length into her. She’s so fucking wet, and soft, and tight, and so so wrong.
“You know,” Amiya sounded breathless, “I, mm- I’ve imagined doing this with you a lot. For a long time, too.” She placed her hands back up on Wiš'adel’s shoulders, steadying herself as she began to rock up and down slightly, just a little at a time.
“How long?”
“Longer than I should have.”
That sent another little pang of guilt spiraling through Wiš'adel’s heart, joined by soft waves of pleasure, spreading through her body with Amiya’s every movement. It was perfect, and blissful, and too fucking slow. Wiš'adel craved it hard, and fast, and messy. But there was so little she could do, no way for her to rut like her instincts screamed at her to, bound too tight to do much of anything except small pathetic thrusts that didn’t accomplish anything. She could beg, but that wasn’t going to happen. Not yet. Amiya already knew anyway, she had to, she was just enjoying watching Wiš'adel squirm.
And so, she could only watch Amiya as slowly rode her. Watch Amiya’s face filled with lust and pleasure, expressions she’d never expected to see her make. Watch herself get fucked by a woman half her age, by the daughter of the woman she’d loved from afar for all those long years. How disgusted would Her Highness be if she could somehow see this?
Wiš'adel shut her eyes reflexively, once again trying to hide from the scene in front of her. Maybe just sinking into her imagination once again would make this easier to live with. And yet, as she tries, she feels Amiya’s hand cup her cheek, those rings icy against her skin, somehow so cold she thinks she’ll freeze.
When she opened her eyes again, Amiya looked almost annoyed. “Hey. Look at me. Think about me. Okay?”
There was a kind of authority in her voice, even breathless as she was, that sent a tingle down Wiš'adel’s spine. She answered with a shaky nod, and as if rewarding her, Amiya sank down, taking Wiš'adel’s entire length inside her. That made Wiš'adel moan needily, the sensation of being enveloped, of connection, it left her feeling dizzy. And then Amiya rose and fell again and again, and that feeling only became worse. “Amiya, wait, I can’t last much longer.”
And Amiya smiled. “Good. I wanna see how it feels when you finish inside.”
That was a bad idea. Wiš'adel knew it. But somehow, it also sounded like the best thing she’d ever heard. Amiya was still rocking up and down, slow but not so painful anymore, and as promised Wiš'adel didn’t look away. She was so hot like this, so in control. Wiš'adel was at her mercy, and somehow, at some point, that had wrapped around to feeling so right.
She came, shooting her seed deep inside Amiya, head throbbing with heat and light, pleasure rocking through her tightly bound body. And Amiya took it all with a delighted smile. It felt like she was ruining something precious, it felt wonderful.
It was hard to think straight, as her head swam, and yet somehow at that moment she connected a thought together. Theresa would never do this to her, would never use her like this. But Theresa wasn’t her king anymore, not really. And so, as her body continued to spasm and tremble, she gasped.
“Your… Highness.”
Her cheeks practically ignited with embarrassment as soon as her brain caught up with her mouth, and yet Amiya’s eyes just sparkled.
“I like that,” Amiya whispered. And then, without warning, she raised her hips and slammed them back down, and like that began to ride Wiš'adel once more.
Wiš'adel sucked a sharp breath in through her teeth. Her head had only just begun to clear, her body still sensitive and tingling, and now new fires were being lit all over. “H-Hey! Wait-”
“I know, I’m sorry,” Amiya sounded so sweet, so genuinely apologetic, “I just can’t help it. I want everything you can give me, okay?”
This time, though, Amiya wasn’t taking things slow. She went hard and fast, moans cascading out of her mouth. Fuck, it was overwhelming, and yet it was everything Wiš'adel had wanted. She could feel herself getting hard again, could feel her member inside Amiya, her semen getting pushed out, mixing with Amiya’s fluids and dripping onto both of their thighs.
“Wiš'adel,” Amiya moaned her name, and it sounded so perfect. “Wiš'adel, oh Wiš'adel.”
“Your Highness-” And that sounded perfect too. It felt so right to moan that, it felt so wrong, and she didn’t care any more.
She felt Amiya clench and spasm around her, and nothing could possibly feel better. She came again as that thought flashed through her mind, weaker this time, but all the same enough to leave her a twitching mess.
Eventually her head cleared, and her body stilled, and she was left laying there, exhausted and sweaty. Amiya was still on top of her, trembling still after her own orgasm, and looking at her Wiš'adel felt yet another wave of sick guilt.
Before it could overwhelm her, though, she felt Amiya’s hand on her cheek, and the feeling vanished. She frowned.
“Don’t do that.”
“I’m sorry,” Amiya murmured back in a way that left Wiš'adel doubting she meant it. She pushed herself up and off Wiš'adel’s body, seating herself on the edge of the bed, then paused as if to collect herself.
After a few moments, Wiš'adel realised that she was no longer bound, her restraints having vanished as if they were never there. She pushed herself up too, aches flaring up all over that she tried to focus on in favour of all her roiling emotions.
“What…” she wrapped her arms around herself. She didn’t know where to begin. “What was… what do we…”
“Shh,” Amiya silenced her with a gentle kiss on the cheek. It made Wiš'adel want to curl in on herself even more. “It’s okay. I’ve got you. And I won’t let you go.”