Otter pulled Rua into her arms, and they just id there for a bit. She ran a hand up and down Rua's back, not really seeking anything, but just giving reassuring touches. The entire time, she focused on what she was feeling, basking in the afterglow or a particurly good orgasm, and maintaining eye contact with Rua.

  Rua didn't seem to know what to do with any of this. She fidgeted and blushed, and tried to look away, but every time she did, Otter tilted her head back into position. In part, because she never could get enough of those lovely eyes, but also because she wanted Rua to see that she was cared for.

  Of course, the little cheat being a little cheat, she was probably already abusing their link to feel it. And while Otter was hesitant to use it herself, she focused on it herself.

  Rua was a mass of conflicting emotions. Tired, satisfied, hungry for more, but also afraid.

  Otter pnted a small kiss on Rua's nose, and then again on her lips. Nothing passionate or desirous, but nothing mechanical either. Just affectionate. If Otter had her way, she'd kiss her way across Rua's entire body, leaving no inch uncovered. But she was tired, and it was setting more and more in. So much for Tenacity boosting endurance to any noticeable degree in the bedroom.

  She really was going to have to ask about that forcefield question at some point, but it'd be weird now.

  "Hey," Otter said.

  "Hey."

  "You doing okay?"

  Rua seemed confused, but she smiled. Wow, she had a smile Otter would fight an army to see. "Better than okay, I think."

  "One sec."

  She didn't want to, but Otter pulled away and got up. Her muscles groaned a little at protest. She'd spent just a few minutes too long resting, and now her body thought it was time to sleep while there were still things to be done. She padded over to the washroom, securing a pair of washcloths and wetting them, before returning to the bed. Rua was sitting up, but Otter motioned her back down.

  "And what are we doing now?" Rua asked.

  "Cleanup. Sex is messy."

  Rua's face was a testament to that, but even tear-streaked and with a little bit of cum still on her cheeks, she looked beautiful. Probably even moreso. There was a raw look to her, a 'just fucked' feel that made Otter want to go in for more. Really leave her mark. But it wasn't the time for that. There were better ways to make an impression, especially with someone like Rua.

  "Just lean back," Otter said. "I'm going to attend to you for a bit, and while I do, I want you to think about what we did."

  If it were possible for Rua to blush any harder, she'd burst into fmes. "You want me to just think about that?"

  “Not about the sex. Well, yes, about the sex. But, like, what you liked. What you didn’t. And I need you to tell me. Be honest. I know it was your first time, and you’re probably eager to impress me–”

  Rua made a snort of derision.

  “--but this is important. I don’t want to do stuff you’re not comfortable with in the future.”

  “Who says we’re going to do this again? Maybe I was just curious, and now I’ve had my fill of you.”

  “You definitely got filled by me,” Otter said with a smirk. “But we both know you’re coming back for seconds.”

  “Nope. You’re a fad. A passing fancy. Lucky to even be taken under my roof.”

  “Poor little Rua. Sensitive to everyone else’s lies, but you’re so good at lying to yourself.”

  It was meant to be a pyful jab, but Rua flinched, looking away, and part of Otter panicked. She leaned in for another kiss, which was immediately returned with need. They lingered for a bit, just trading kisses and basking in each other’s warmth, until Otter pulled away and pushed Rua down when she attempted to follow.

  “Now think,” Otter said. “Be my good girl, who did so very well tonight, and think about what you liked. And what you didn’t.”

  Rua looked about to say something, but Otter silenced her by putting the first of the two washcloths against her lips. She lightly wiped away at the mess they’d made together. Rua didn’t seem to know what to do with herself, and settled on reaching for Otter, who just swatted her hand away and went back to cleaning, making gentle, reassuring noises as she went.

  Rua closed her eyes and settled in, but her fists clenched onto the bed sheets, and her hold body was stiff. She clearly wasn’t comfortable being pampered in any way, which was too bad for her. Otter was going to do her best to make this a habit.

  “Look at the pretty face under there,” Otter said when she was finished, and pnted a quick kiss.

  She ran her cloth lower, wiping away sweat, and paying special attention to the nipple she’d pinched. It looked like the area around it might bruise a little, and Otter winced. She normally wasn’t this kind of rough, unless she was really into that level of py. This had been more of an ‘introductory’ run. Maybe ter she’d find inventive ways to use her threads, and maybe try some applications of pain. It all depended on what Rua said, and wanted.

  For now, she tried to soothe away some of the swelling on Rua’s breast, carefully applying the wet cloth and being careful not to rub too hard.

  “You took that well, didn’t you?” Otter praised. “My strong Rua.”

  “Not strong,” she fussed. She sounded sleepy. Well, there was only one thing to be done about that.

  Otter switched to her secondary washcloth. It wasn’t good to cross-contaminate, especially not when there was actual cum on the other one, and began to slowly wipe away at Rua’s vulva. Rua jerked at the sudden touch, her eyes fring open, but Otter made hushing noises and went to work.

  Her intent was to clean, and give comfort. She didn’t mean to start fingering Rua. Didn’t mean to get her to another quick, small orgasm. It just happened. Rua was just so responsive, and ready to go, her arousal obvious and her body communicating constant hungry neediness.

  “Mmm,” Rua said. “I liked that. Is that what you meant?”

  Otter set the two cloths down on a bedside table, and pulled herself along Rua and pulled her back into her arms. “No, that’s obviously not what I meant. Everyone likes orgasms. That’s like saying, ‘I like sunsets.’ It’s meaningless. Everyone likes looking at sunsets.”

  “I like this,” Rua said, snuggling into Otter’s arms.

  “Cuddle-slut, gotcha. Anything else?”

  “I liked it all. Except the bit at the end there, where you… you know.”

  “Threatened to turn you into my little breeding cow? Yeah, that’s fair. I was pushing your boundaries. Needed to figure out where they were, and needed to impress upon you the importance of safewords.”

  “Well, I didn’t like it. No more of that.”

  “No pregnancy kink, gotcha. I can avoid doing that easily enough. But truthfully, I think I was into it a little.”

  More than a little. Once she’d realized she could actually impregnate someone with this thing, it’d been all she could think about. Not that she was going to run around, sowing her oats wherever she could. The st thing she needed was a whole army of bastards out there.

  “Find someone else to do it with. You’ll find lots of volunteers on the main isnds.”

  That stirred something in the pit of her belly. She wanted to press, ask for more on that. But Otter wasn’t dumb enough to start asking after other, more breedable women while still in bed with her partner.

  “What about anything else?” Otter asked. She ran her finger along Rua’s bruised breast. “Was this too rough?”

  “I can take a little pain.”

  “Of course my good, strong girl can. But that’s not what I asked.”

  “I guess… I liked it? And when you smacked my ass. It’s weird. I didn’t think I’d like that, didn’t even think you’d do that kind of thing in bed, but…”

  “It’s just another sensation. And you release endorphins when…” Rua gave her a confused look, and Otter realized she was going to have to expin brain chemistry. She fumbled through the expnation as best she could, but it wasn’t exactly her area of expertise.

  “I don’t know if your world is very wise, or very stupid,” Rua said.

  “Both, I think. But I imagine the same is true of your world, or any others out there.”

  “Mm. I also liked when you… get possessive.”

  “Do you know why that is?”

  Rua gave a shy shrug.

  Otter leaned in and whispered into her ear, “Because I fucking own you. You’re mine.”

  Rua made a noise, long and low, something like a moan and a whine.

  Otter couldn’t help herself. She moved one hand high, and the other low. One set of fingers gently pried open Rua’s lips, and then stroked along her tongue, while her other hand’s fingers slowly pyed with her her other lips before inserting themselves in.

  “Definitely an oral fixation,” Otter said, as Rua began to bob up and down on her digits. “Do you like that? Having some part of me in your mouth?”

  Rua nodded her head, her eyes half-lidded as Otter slowly fingered her.

  “I can’t wait for you to suck my cock. Break in your pretty little throat properly. But not tonight.”

  Rua made a pintive whine, and sucked on Otter’s fingers all the harder, as if desperate to prove how good she’d be at it.

  “I’ll let you have one more,” Otter said. “One more orgasm. But that’s it. Do you want it?”

  Rua nodded her head frantically, and Otter increased the pace of her lower fingers.

  “You’re going to have to ask me for it.”

  She pulled her digits from Rua’s mouth, who let out a frustrated mewling noise and tried reaching for them with her own hand.

  “None of that now,” Otter said. “I want you to ask for it. Ask me to let you cum.”

  This time, she cheated. She sank herself into the link, getting a feel for how close Rua was. She was nearly there, and based on how hard Otter was working her, she was going to finish soon. So, she let up.

  Rua bit her lip and made a frustrated noise.

  “Ask for it.”

  Rua shook her head.

  “You’re being a brat. And it’s adorable. But I need you to be good. And good girls ask for permission.”

  “Can… can I finish?”

  “Say ‘cum.’”

  A low moan. “Can I cum?”

  “Where’s your manners?”

  “Please?”

  “Please, what?”

  Rua bucked against her hand, and Otter withdrew her fingers. Rua seemed to get the hint.

  “Can I cum please?”

  Otter gave her a quick kiss. “Anything for my good girl.”

  And then she moved down, kissing her way down the path to Rua’s nethers, and ate her slowly and nguidly, giving her long, broad strokes with her tongue. Rua, for her part, flickered from surprise to ecstasy, throwing her head back and making a satisfied noise. Her fingers sank into Otter’s hair and tugged, pulling her in as close as she could.

  Otter could tell through the link that while her efforts were appreciated, Rua liked it a little faster, a little harder. She seemed to enjoy oral, but what she really wanted was to be penetrated in some way, and Otter was happy to oblige her, working in two fingers again while sucking on her clit.

  It didn’t take long for Rua to finish. She’d been so close, and the two-pronged attack worked perfectly. Her right leg twitched, and her abdominals absolutely rippled, a sight Otter was entranced by. Otter guided her through it, helping her crest the wave with careful kisses and the perfect application of pressure where it was needed. When she was done, Rua was a panting mess, her eyes gzed over once again. Otter pulled up next to her, hugging her close.

  “There’s my good girl,” She said, stroking her hair. “Isn’t this good? Being mine?”

  It took a few minutes for Rua to respond, but when she did, it was a quiet, “Yes.”

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