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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.”

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Wiš'adel woke slowly the next morning. She was sore, and tired, and felt… gross in a way that she’d never really experienced before. 

Amiya was nowhere to be seen. She wasn't quite sure whether she should feel surprised by that or not, but either way she was glad. 

She took a long shower, trying and failing not to remember parts of last night as she scrubbed herself all over. On her arms and legs lingered faint reminders, red marks where those restraints had been wrapped around her. She clenched her fist, supressing a small shudder at the thought.

The bunny had crossed a line. Doing… all of that to her. Making her feel small and powerless and… good. The memory of her climaxes resurfaced, of her finishing deep inside of Amiya.

“I want everything you can give me,” Amiya had said. And she had taken it so perfectly. Made Wiš'adel fill her so completely. And fuck, the expressions she had made when she finished, drunk on pleasure, her pussy clenching tight around Wiš'adel. The precious CEO of Rhodes, Theresa’s daughter, the king of Sarkaz, desperate and full of Wiš'adel’s seed, so full it had dripped from her pussy and stained her thighs and-

She took a second to switch the shower water over to ice cold. Forget about that. Forget it.  Amiya had wronged her, and now there was going to be hell to pay. She would make sure of it.

~~~

Wiš'adel spent the rest of that day stalking around the landship in a particularly foul mood. She had contemplated going off to confront Amiya immediately, but ended up not being able to work up the courage. Not that she would ever admit that to anyone, least of all herself.  It didn’t help that every time she even thought about her, she still couldn’t help but remember… things.

In the end, it wasn't until the next day that she found her. Even then, it wasn't intentional, she just happened to spy Amiya walking through a crowded hallway, chatting away happily with the hooded freak. Like she didn't have a care in the world. It made Wiš'adel’s blood boil. 

She followed them as stealthily as she could, waited until they separated, waited longer still till Amiya reached a corridor that had no one else around, and then she struck. The distance between them closed in an instant as she charged forward, grabbed Amiya by her jacket, and slammed her into the wall.

There was a gratifying momentary flash of alarm in Amiya's eyes before she realised what was happening. But it was gone as soon as it had appeared, replaced by that fucking small, innocent smile.

“Oh, Wiš'adel, I was hoping I'd see you today.”

“Is that right?” Wiš'adel growled. She was still holding Amiya's jacket tight, the fabric bunching up in her clenched fists. “Give me one good reason why I shouldn't-”

“Hey,” Amiya gently interrupted, “Someone's about to come round the corner. It might be difficult to explain if they see you bullying me.”

Wiš'adel paused. Once she took a second to pay attention, she realised that Amiya was right, she could faintly hear footsteps approaching. Reluctantly, she released her and took a small step back, before a logistics operator rounded the corner. The operator gave them a cursory glance as she walked past, and Amiya responded with a cheerful wave.

She didn't necessarily care about her reputation, but if word got out and Kal'tsit heard that she was hurting Amiya, or god forbid if she got an inkling of what had happened the other night, she would definitely tear Wiš'adel apart without a second thought. It was doubtful she'd be able to convince anyone that she was the victim, after all.

Once the operator was safely out of earshot, she glowered at Amiya as dangerously as she could. “Bullying, huh? Is that what you call it?”

“I'm sorry,” she sounded genuine, though at this point Wiš'adel didn't trust her ability to read her, “We can talk about it, just not out here. I'll come by your room tonight, okay?”

Before Wiš'adel could respond, Amiya reached out and gently clasped her hand. Memories fluttered through her mind, of other places Amiya had touched, of that same hand wrapping around her cock.

“Fine,” she spat out, even though it really wasn't. 

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She spent the rest of the day kicking herself for being so easily scared off. Night drew closer and closer, and she grew more and more restless and agitated, until the sun finally set and she had practically worn a line on the floor from all the pacing.

Even then, it took quite a while for her to hear a knock at the door, right around when she had begun to feel certain Amiya had lied and wouldn't turn up at all. The sound alone made her jump, her heart lodged firmly in her throat as she answered the door. 

“Sorry I'm so late, there was a lot to do today.” Amiya looked as cute, sweet, and innocent as ever, her ears drooping a touch at the mention of work. “Can I come in?”

Wiš'adel hadn't lived for as long as she had without developing a keen sense for danger, and her every instinct screamed at her that this qualified. Nevertheless, she wordlessly stepped aside, retreating back into the dorm for reasons she couldn't quite articulate. Amiya followed behind, and the door sealed shut, isolating them from the rest of the world.

“So,” Wiš'adel began, only to immediately falter. What was there to say? She tried to summon up her anger, yet it was so hard when they're here, right where it happened, and doubly so when Amiya was looking at her like she was an open book. And then, before she could do anything else, Amiya took a small step closer to her. She panicked and stepped back, and then it happened again, and again, and then her back bumped up against the wall and there was nowhere left to run.

“So,” Amiya replied cheekily as she reached out and began to trail her fingers across Wiš'adel’s midriff, down towards the hem of her shorts.

“No!” Wiš'adel snapped as her heart began to hammer. She quickly grabbed hold of Amiya's wrists, stopping her in her tracks. “That is not what's happening here!”

Amiya batted her eyelashes at her. “Isn't it?”

“No! Amiya, I've known you since you were a kid… and Theresa, I… it's not…”

“See, this is why I did that the other night. You're too scared to do anything yourself. You want me, but you think you shouldn't.”

“Is that what you think?” Wiš'adel denied reflexively.

Amiya leaned in close, and when she whispered her breath tickled Wiš'adel’s lips. “Be honest. You can't stop thinking about it. You want more.”

Wiš'adel grimaced, but otherwise was frozen in place as Amiya closed the distance between them and began to kiss her. She knew that she should move, should push Amiya away, should do something, and yet she didn’t. Is this something Amiya is doing to her? Some strange power? But no, unlike the other night there was nothing binding her in place right now, except for her own lust.

The kiss was impossibly soft, with fire raging just beneath the surface; Amiya’s lips plump and soft in stark contrast to Wiš'adel’s own chapped and raw. And when a soft tongue joined in, pushed its way inside her mouth and began toying with her, she did nothing to resist except moan. It’s only once she blearily noticed that her belt had been undone that she regained a touch of fight, biting hard on those soft lips to force Amiya away.

Amiya didn’t seem upset at this turn of events, more curious than pained by the blood that now stained her mouth. She took a second to dab at it with her finger tips, examining the extent of the injury, then gave Wiš'adel a happy little smile and promptly dropped down to her knees.

“Don’t-” Wiš'adel croaked, but her mouth suddenly felt impossibly dry and she couldn’t manage anything else, or maybe just didn't want to.

Amiya didn’t stop in any case, just looked up at her with eyes so full of gentle care, exactly the same way Theresa used to look at everyone. And then, in one smooth motion, she pulled Wiš'adel’s shorts and panties down to her ankles, letting her already erect member spring free. “Wiš'adel,” she crooned, “How could it be wrong if we both want it so badly?”

Wiš'adel didn’t answer, but she did throw her head back and release a long, low moan as Amiya pressed her tongue to the base of her cock and then slowly licked right up to the head. It made Wiš'adel dizzy, made her desperate for something, anything to cling to. So, she placed a hand on Amiya's head, at the base of one of her ears, taking hold of her in a way that let her at least pretend to have some control.

A happy little noise drifted from Amiya's lips at that, and she began to twirl her tongue around the head of Wiš'adel's cock, teasing it as she brought one of her hands up to slowly stroke the length. The feeling was bad enough, but looking down at that, drinking in the sight of Amiya, of all people, playing with her, it made Wiš'adel's blood pound in her ears, made shudders run down her spine. Their eyes met, and god, she felt like she was already going to burst.

Thankfully, however, she managed to hold things together for the time being, avoiding embarrassing herself even when Amiya properly took her cock into her mouth, sliding all the way down to its base in one smooth motion. Pleasure spread through her, willpower and sense being corroded rapidly by the feeling of the back of Amiya’s throat pressing up against her cockhead. 

They only held that position for a few seconds before Amiya had to pull back; she coughed and gagged softly, yet looked so pleased with herself the whole while. She refused to give Wiš'adel a break even then, however, as her hand resumed its work, pumping up and down, spreading the saliva that had been left behind all over Wiš'adel’s length. It wasn’t enough, though, and despite everything Wiš'adel began to needily tug Amiya forward by the ear.

She’d never thought of herself as a particularly good person, yet she still couldn’t help the feeling that Amiya had corrupted her through all of this. It was hard for her to feel upset right then, though, especially when Amiya brightly said “You can fuck my face if you want” before taking her into her mouth again.

This time Amiya was bobbing up and down eagerly, and… well, she had pretty much asked for it, hadn’t she? Wiš'adel bucked her hips forward, hitting the back of Amiya’s throat again, and then without giving her any chance to pull back, she grabbed hold of her other ear and began to thrust over and over desperately. Amiya, to her credit, took it all so well, so diligently, moaning around her the whole while, which was good because Wiš'adel was beyond any reason, simply rutting into her as fast as was possible.

It didn’t take her long to hit her limit like that, snapping forward one final deep thrust before she began to come right down Amiya’s throat. White hot pleasure pulsed through her, fireworks crackling along her nerves as she shot her seed deep into Amiya. Halfway through Amiya pulled back off of her, gasping for air as the remainder of Wiš'adel’s load splattered over her face.

A strange stillness descended over the room when it was finally done. Wiš'adel looked down at Amiya, and Amiya back up at her. Sweet little Amiya. Innocent Amiya. Down on her knees, cheeks flushed bright, eyes blown wide, mouth hanging open, and with Wiš'adel’s semen coating her. It was so wrong, and so right. Wiš'adel watched in a daze as she swiped up a little bit of the come from her cheek with a finger, then licked it. 

Fuck, she was already starting to grow hard again.

While Wiš'adel was still feeling too overwhelmed to do much of anything, Amiya rose back up to her feet, then pulled her over and down onto the bed. She watched silently as Amiya carefully cleaned up, wiping all the semen from her face, swallowing it all, and then shedding her clothes. She loomed over Wiš'adel, smiling that soft smile once again, crotch visibly dripping wet, and then she moved in and kissed her once more. 

The taste of Wiš'adel’s seed was thick in Amiya’s mouth, mixed in with a hint of blood from that bite earlier, and yet the kiss was soft and tender. That was the worst part, really. Amiya slipped into the bed while they were still going, gently taking hold of Wiš'adel’s hand and guiding it down between her legs soon after, letting her feel exactly how wet she was. 

“You wouldn’t leave me like this, would you?” Amiya whispered ever so innocently, breath hot against Wiš'adel’s lips. As if she had a choice.

She slipped two fingers inside of Amiya with shocking ease, and then a third soon after, the lubrication more than adequate for a rough finger fucking. If Amiya was bothered by the stretch, she didn’t show it, only sighing dreamily and resting a hand on one of Wiš'adel’s horns, holding her close.

Even after everything, some parts of Wiš'adel still insist that Amiya is delicate, that she needed to hold back her strength at least a little. She still went at her hard and rough, however, spreading Amiya’s cunt wide, curling her fingers in search of the spots that would make her see stars.

“Oh, Wiš'adel,” Amiya moaned her name so beautifully, back arching when Wiš'adel’s palm pressed up against her clit. It seemed that this alone wasn’t enough for her, though, as she soon began tugging Wiš'adel by the horn, pulling her face down to her breasts.

Wiš'adel obeyed, flicking her tongue against one of Amiya’s pert nipples, then taking it in her mouth and sucking. That earned her another long moan, and she followed up by pressing her palm much more firmly down on Amiya’s clit, rolling small circles around the erect bud. All of a sudden Amiya stiffened, then spasmed, her insides beginning to pulse around Wiš'adel’s fingers as she came.

Dutifully, Wiš'adel kept her fingers moving, fucking Amiya through the waves of pleasure that her orgasm was sending crashing over her. When at last Amiya lay still, she withdrew her fingers, and before she could think too much about it took them into her mouth and had a taste of Amiya’s arousal. She wasn’t really sure how to describe it, warm, maybe a little sweet, maybe a little tangy. All she really knew was that she wanted more.

God, she was so fucked.

She startled when Amiya’s hand slipped down to her cheek, looking back up to see Amiya watching her with eyes half lidded. “Wiš'adel,” she breathed out, and for a second Wiš'adel was afraid that she was going to kiss her again. Instead, she just trailed that hand down Wiš'adel’s body, over the clothes she was still wearing, to grasp her erect cock. “You’re not done yet, are you?”

Wiš'adel didn’t have it in her to resist. At this point, Amiya already had her well and truly wrapped around her finger, had broken her, and what was the harm in going further? She pushed herself up, and moved to loom over Amiya, letting the head of her cock press up against her lower lips. Amiya smiled, and she pressed forward, spearing up to her hilt.

Amiya sucked in a sharp breath, wrapping her arms around Wiš'adel’s back for support, clinging tight as Wiš'adel pulled back, then snapped her hips forward once more. They both moaned deeply, eyes locked together as Wiš'adel began to thrust in earnest, filling Amiya, being enveloped by her, fucking her down into the mattress.

She was so tight, and so eager, canting her hips up to meet Wiš'adel’s every move down. Wiš'adel was hitting so fast, so hard, she was convinced that something was going to break, in one of them if not the other.. But even that thought wouldn’t make her slow, let alone stop, and there was probably nothing that could at this point. She would drown in this pleasure before she even considered surfacing for air.

The room filled with the thick musk of their combined arousal, of sweat and slick, and with the sound of their combined moans and groans and the wet slaps as the hips met. Amiya pressed her mouth up to Wiš'adel’s neck, and even without looking Wiš'adel knew she was leaving a hickey behind as a reminder of this, a reminder of their boundless lust and desire.

She could feel Amiya pulsate around her with every movement, it was divine and she wasn’t entirely sure how she’d survived so long without it, without this writhing pleasure that felt like it was dissolving her very sanity, without this sin. “Your Highness,” she moaned again, and then again and again, a little chant to keep herself whole for just a little longer, because the idea of this ending was too much for her to bear.

They came together, Wiš'adel filling Amiya with no hesitation, no thought to the consequences, and Amiya holding her so tight she couldn’t have left even if she wanted to. They collapsed together, so totally spent it would be a miracle if either could walk in the morning. Clarity came slowly, but eventually Wiš'adel at least managed to roll off of Amiya, staring blankly up at the ceiling as she gradually caught her breath.

She had really just done… all of that. With that final orgasm fading away came at least a brief reprieve from the cloud of pure and unfiltered lust that had been consuming her. After being so furious, so disgusted with herself, so determined to get some kind of revenge, all she had managed tonight was to be seduced even more completely, this time without even the excuse that she had been tied up and forced against her will.

Before she could wallow in that too much more, however, Amiya pressed up against her, nestling against the crook of her neck.

“It’s alright, Wiš'adel. You didn’t do anything wrong, it’s all my fault.”

“And yet, you’re not sorry at all.”

There was a small giggle, and then, “No.”