Story time both sted longer and not as long than Otter expected. Sunny’s eyes were wide with rapt attention as Otter described valiant rebels defending their ship from the wicked minions of a knight cd all in bck with a gleaming red sword, excited hearing about a brave princess rescuing her life to secure the pns for an enemy weapon and give them to a pair of servants to flee with, but promptly fell asleep once the farmboy protagonist was introduced. Everyone was a critic.

  The door clicked shut softly as Otter went to join Rua back in the kitchen, who was doing the dishes.

  “One of your world’s history lessons?” Rua asked.

  “Something like that.” She crept up behind Rua, hugging her from behind. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”

  “I’m not her mother.”

  “Obviously. She imprinted on you. Like a duck.”

  “What?”

  “They’re birds where I come from. Very stupid ones. And baby ducks imprint on the first thing they see, and think it’s their mother. Probably not smart, but survival instinct usually doesn’t involve a lot of room for rational thought.”

  “Well, she needs to get over it.”

  “She’s just a kid.”

  “No. She isn’t. She’s an adult. One who thinks she’s a kid, because something went wrong with your skill. Or the armour. Or who knows what. We don’t know what happened to her. You have her resting in my bed, and for all we know, she’s going to wake up in the morning thinking she’s a soldier in the Criobani army and try to kill us.”

  “Maybe me, but not you. You can do no wrong in her head. I watched. You literally threatened to throw her in a ke. Repeatedly. And she thought it was the best idea in the world because you said it. Like a duck, I tell you.”

  Rua grunted. And then Otter realized this wasn’t fully about Sunny, and followed up with the link, just to be sure. What she found there was surprising.

  “You’re jealous,” Otter said.

  “What? No, I’m not.”

  Otter ughed quietly. “I could probably fuck Pandemona and Sami at the same time right in front of you, and I bet it wouldn’t bother you. But I give Sunny some attention, and you get jealous?”

  Rua bristled, and scrubbed harder at the pot she was working on. “I can’t give you a family. I don’t have it in me. And you apparently want it.”

  “I don’t know how poly retionships work in your world, but that’s part of why we have them in ours. At least, it’s why I do. There is no perfect partner out there for me. Just like there isn’t one for you. We click. It’s great. But I’m going to want some things you aren’t, and there’s going to be things you want that I can’t provide.”

  “I’m new to this. No one’s ever…”

  “Hey, it’s okay. We’ll work it out together. Besides, I’m not even sure I actually want a kid.”

  “You’re penoa. Trust me. You want kids.”

  Otter let one of her hands roam up and down Rua’s belly. “You’re not the boss of me.”

  “No. I’m not. But this definitely is.” She reached awkwardly back with one hand, her fingers brushing up against the area between Otter’s legs. Her cock hadn’t emerged yet, but it was shifting, ready to make its appearance.

  “I can think with my brain just fine,” Otter said, letting her hand sink a little lower, fiddling with the waistband of Rua’s pants. “My dick is not in control. Even if sex might be on my mind a little more than usual.”

  “Are you sure about that?” Rua said. “You know, I set a rule about us not doing this. Not until we got off this isnd.”

  “Dumb rule. Compromise. During the day, I’ll work at any chore we need done. Do any training to your satisfaction. Spar with you until you beat my ass bck and blue. But during the night… after we put Sunny to bed… you’re mine. However I want.”

  She dipped her fingers deep into Rua’s pants, and rubbed at her. Maybe it was the dampness of her clothes. Maybe it was something else. But she was absolutely soaked.

  “However… you want?”

  “Yep. You’re mine, after all.” She leaned in, and gave a lingering kiss along Rua’s neck, followed by grazing it with her teeth. “Of course, we have a safe word for a reason. So if you’re not comfortable, you can always quit.”

  Rua shuddered, but didn’t say anything.

  Otter tilted Rua’s hand back with her other hand as she strummed fingers up and down her lover’s entrance, not quite pushing in. Rua made a soft whine. Her hands gripped the counter, the dishes forgotten.

  “I want you,” Otter whispered into her ear. “I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anyone more than you.”

  “I know.”

  Cheating with the link again, coupled with that lie detection ability. It was both unfair, and kind of gratifying. Sweet nothings were no longer sweet nothings. Everything said had real meaning.

  Well, if Rua was going to cheat, then Otter didn’t feel bad about doing it herself. She let herself sink into their link. It was like Otter’s and Rua’s sensations overpped one another, each set distinct and different, but she could feel both as clearly as they were her own.

  Otter really wanted to finger Rua to a quick orgasm, but that’s not what Rua wanted at all. She wanted to be teased. To be brought close, to be edged, and then to be used. So that’s what Otter gave her.

  She pyed with her, but did not penetrate her. She coaxed her, but did not commit or go further. It was what Rua wanted, and Rua knew what was being done because of their link, but even so she moaned in frustration and thrust herself into Otter’s hand, and each time she did, it was withdrawn.

  It was a dangerous game. Rua had a hair trigger where it came to her ability to orgasm. Otter had never seen a woman so easily able to cum before, and it was hard to tell if it was a peculiarity of Rua’s, something all Siyans did, or a result of their link. Or maybe even some combination of the three. But with the link, edging someone had never been easier. She knew exactly what Rua needed to get off, and knew exactly when she was about to get there. In a way, it was making Otter almost as desperate, being able to feel the mounting frustration almost as if it were her own.

  “Ask me nicely,” Otter said.

  “You’ll… you’ll just say no,” Rua said through gritted teeth.

  “You’re right. I will. Ask anyway.”

  Rua bucked against her, against the counter, trying to get relief from anything, and each time Otter guided her away from it. She knew Rua could overpower her at any time. Just as Rua knew that if she did, Otter won.

  “Please,” Rua said in a harsh whisper. “Let me finish. Please.”

  Otter pced a kiss on the edge of Rua’s ear, and said, “No.”

  And then she spun Rua around and pushed her down by the shoulders, forcing her to her knees. There were no more words. No verbal communication was necessary. They both knew what the other wanted. They could feel it as if it were their own desire, and not just because of the link. Their earlier teasing of one another had taken a life of its own. They’d both been fantasizing about it since. This was just the inevitable conclusion.

  Rua reached up and lowered Otter’s pants down, revealing her cock in all its glory. Rua leaned in, rubbing her nose against it, but the time for gentleness had long since passed. With one hand, Otter angled it to Rua’s lips and prodded at her entrance. Rua gave a tentative kiss to her tip, but that’s not what either of them really wanted.

  Otter could feel Rua’s nervousness, her hesitation, even a little fear. She was deying, embarrassed that she wouldn’t be able to do a good job. But underneath that was a sea of arousal, a desire.

  “Pinch my leg if you want me to stop,” Otter said. “Because you’re not going to be able to talk.”

  Rua nodded.

  “Take a deep breath. You’re going to need it.”

  And then she slowly slid her head into Rua’s mouth. She didn’t want to take it too far at first, not being really experienced on either end of a blowjob, but Rua seemed to have other ideas. She forced herself further, taking as much of Otter’s cock as she could in one go. There was resistance, somewhere in the back, and Otter had no idea how deep she’d made it, if she was already pressed up at the back of Rua’s throat or not.

  It didn’t seem to matter to Rua either way. She lingered for a moment, adjusting, and then pulled back, and worked her way forward again. Otter winced as Rua’s teeth scraped against her, which must’ve been felt through the link, as adjustments were quickly made.

  The entire time, she looked down into Rua’s beautiful eyes. She was having difficulty keeping them open, and the deeper she worked herself, the more they watered. Rua worked hardest at trying to maintain eye contact, knowing she wanted it, needed it, more than any amount of tongue, more than reaching any amount of depth.

  Otter ran fingers through Rua’s hair, petting her and giving sounds of soft delight. She didn’t need to yank Rua down on her length when Rua was so willing to do that on her own. No, she could do all the heavy lifting, and in return Otter would feed her all the affection she could.

  “Oh, you’re so good. My good girl.”

  She ran her hand down along the side of Rua’s cheek, wiping away a tear with her thumb, and brought her fingers lower, tracing along Rua’s throat.

  “You want it, don’t you? To take all of me?”

  Rua made a needy whine.

  She was making good progress, more than halfway, but Otter wasn’t sure she could do it. Rua was just so small in comparison. It felt impossible.

  But there was a part of Otter that really wanted to see her try, to defy the odds. And as if she’d sensed the thought – which she very well may have, Rua experimented with their link far more than Otter did – she redoubled her efforts, working herself forward and back, building her tempo.

  Otter just stood there, riding the wave, giving Rua light touches of encouragement where she could. The way some guys talked about blowjobs, she’d expected it to feel one step from divinity, and while it was good, she was getting far more enjoyment just watching Rua than in the act itself. The sense of control, of dominance, all without having to do anything at all. It was intoxicating. Or was that what the guys liked about it?

  It was so unlike the oral attentions she was used to. She couldn’t quite describe it, except to say it was different, almost alien.

  Rua was working herself to a fever pitch, catching a comfortable stride. She fondled her breast with one hand, and moved the other into her pants. Otter reached down and knocked her hand away from herself.

  “None of that,” Otter said. “You don’t get your reward yet.”

  Rua made a frustrated noise somewhere in the back of her throat, and godamn if that didn’t feel good against Otter’s cock. Could sound vibrations really do that, or was she just extra-sensitive?

  She needed more of it. And Rua sensed it. She let out a long, needy sound, and it was like a subtle wave of pleasure rode up Otter’s cock all the way to the base of her spine. She shuddered, and almost involuntarily, she thrust herself forward just as Rua did. There was a brief pushback, like something not quite open enough to except the load, and then it gave way, and suddenly Otter was in Rua’s throat.

  They both paused there for a second, looking at each other, Rua’s face a mess of spit and tears, so unbelievably gorgeous and lovely, and then suddenly Rua pulled herself away, coughing.

  Otter let Rua catch her breath, kneeling down and holding her in her arms. She ran one hand down Rua’s back as she stroked her hair with the other. She could feel the burning of Rua’s lungs through the link. How had she only just noticed that now? She should’ve been paying attention for it. But she’d been too caught up in the moment.

  “You did so good, so very good. I knew you could do it.”

  Rua made an angry noise. “No. I’m not done yet.”

  “It’s okay. I don’t need to finish. You did enough.”

  “No. I need you to finish. I want it.”

  And she could feel it. The absolute lust pouring off Rua. She wanted Otter to cum more than Otter herself did.

  So Otter stood back up, ran one hand along her length, and gave Rua the most arrogant smirk she could. “Well, it’s not going to suck itself.”

  Rua gave a small shudder. Some part of her craved being talked down to. Wanted to be told what to do. How passive she’d been in their encounters, wanting to be taken control of and have things be done to her. Otter could give her that.

  Rua moved in, completely shameless in her eager approach, and took Otter in her mouth once again, making sure to look upwards as she did and catch Otter’s eyes. She was such a quick learner. She recaptured her rhythm quickly enough.

  “Py with yourself,” Otter said. “But you’re not allowed to cum.”

  Rua squeezed her eyes shut as her hand found itself down her pants, rubbing furiously as she bobbed up and down. Otter made a soft tsking noise, and Rua’s eyes snapped back open, and for a moment Otter was stunned for the thousandth time just how pretty Rua was.

  Otter could feel Rua pulse at that, all the way down to her core. The validation, the attraction, the absolute desire did things to Rua that no amount of fucking could match. This, more than anything else, was what Rua wanted the most. Needed the most.

  And Otter fed on it. She rode the wave of pleasure Rua felt, making it her own, and thrust forward. She didn’t make it back into Rua’s throat like before, but that was fine. They were both new at this, and they had time to learn together.

  Finally, Otter came. Rua pulled back, so that just the head of Otter’s cock was in her mouth. She rolled her tongue along it, savouring the load as it was deposited directly into her mouth. Some of it escaped, drooling from her mouth and ejecting from her nose, but Rua didn’t seem to mind. If anything, she worked Otter’s shaft even harder with one hand, pumping it as if to extra what she had initially missed.

  Otter slumped, nearly falling backwards, but stayed locked in pce, trapped by Rua’s beautiful eyes. Rua hummed in appreciation, and made a very deliberate swallowing motion. And when she was finished, she made sure to lick Otter clean before swiping the cum from her own face with a finger before also running her tongue over that, swallowing everything she could.

  Fuck, that was hot.

  “Can I cum now?” Rua said.

  Her tone was so even, so matter-of-fact, but Otter knew she was about ready to pop like a champagne bottle. Otter ran a hand through Rua’s hair, settling on her cheek. Rua leaned into it.

  “Do you agree to my compromise?” Otter said. “The days are yours, but the nights are mine?”

  “Yes,” she hissed softly.

  “Then you can cum,” Otter said, a smile coming over her face. “Tomorrow night.”