Otter practically stumbled her way out of the camp, her feet finding every divet and rock and nearly sending her tumbling to the ground. How had it gotten so dark already? The day had flown by so fast. She bmed the stupid soo-meng.

  She had trouble finding her way at first, and had to use the link with Rua to pinpoint the right direction. She felt an echo of amusement and arousal, and headed towards it.

  She kept an eye on the ground. While the beach was sandy, the ground further in was solid earth. Not the soft mud of Ashborne’s isnd, always threatening to pull you in. The kind of solid you didn’t really think about. Just put one foot in front of the other, and trust that the ground wouldn’t betray you without a thought.

  Rua had made some pretty good distance. Apparently she wanted to be far from camp. Probably worried about the noise. The noise that Otter was definitely going to make her sound.

  Just thinking about it sent a thrill through her. A general buzz she could feel in the pit of her stomach, followed by a throb as her erection freed itself from inside of her. She felt like a teenager again, newly come to university and left to her own devices in a dorm, surrounded by all the pretty women she could ask for. But instead of a veritable buffet, it was her new favourite meal, and all she could ever want of it.

  She couldn’t get her mind off it. Not that she wasn’t heavily into the thought of sex normally. But her libido definitely felt supercharged. It was the difference between wanting sex, and wanting to fuck.

  There was a trail that had been left for her. Not footprints, and Otter doubted she’d be able to find that kind of trail unless it were done in neon, glow-in-the-dark paint. No, something very obvious. It started with a discarded boot. And then another one. Followed by Rua’s poncho. Then her pants.

  Otter’s footsteps quickened. She threatened to facepnt a few times, but kept her bance in the night’s darkness. When she ran out of clothes to stumble across, she found Rua waiting for her, and they all but fell into each other’s arms, lips seeking out one another, hands touching where they could.

  “You’re not naked,” Rua said between kisses, sounding both breathless and a little disappointed.

  “You can fix that.”

  Rua made a hum of approval, and then grabbed the front of Otter’s white shirt. The shirt she’d crafted with her Thread of Sanctuary which was supposed to protect her from all attacks. And then with a grunt of effort, ripped it right down the middle.

  “Aw man.”

  “You can just make a new one.”

  “Yeah, but my indestructible magic is looking pretty destructible right now. I am not impregnable. I am very pregnable.”

  “I’m pretty sure I’m the pregnable one of the two of us, which, reminder, you need to pull out.”

  “I know, I know,” Otter said as exasperatedly as she could.

  Rua’s hand dipped down Otter’s pants and grabbed onto her length, giving it a soft stroke before gripping tightly enough to set Otter’s teeth grinding. “No, not, ‘I know, I know.’ Penoa can’t always control themselves. And you’ve been good so far, but I need you to be in control. So, say the words.”

  “I’ll pull out, I won’t finish inside, I won’t get you pregnant, can we please have sex now?”

  “Are you asking permission?” Rua asked, amusement filling her voice. “Aren’t I ‘yours’? Why are you begging, and not taking?”

  “Because you are very strong and your hand is somewhere very sensitive right now.”

  “So, why are you tolerating it?” She squeezed harder. Otter gasped and found herself on her tiptoes. “Stop talking, and–”

  Otter growled, and before she could process what she was doing, her lips were on Rua’s throat, kissing, nibbling, scraping her teeth against skin wildly, before biting down. Rua gasped, and that infernal hand finally left Otter’s cock.

  Otter grabbed Rua’s wrist, forcing it away as far as possible. It only moved because Rua allowed it, but the fact that she was allowing it spoke volumes. She wanted this. The roughness, the teeth, the domination.

  And Otter wanted it just as bad.

  She let go, her teeth leaving Rua’s neck, who made a soft whine. She wanted to force Rua into the next position, wanted to manhandle her and push her around.

  Instead, she leaned in and whispered into Rua’s ear, “Turn around.”

  Rua complied, no hesitation.

  “Hands behind your back.”

  When they were in position, Otter summoned her Thread of the Scourge, tying them in pce.

  “You want me to fuck you like this, don’t you?” Otter said into Rua’s ear. When she got a whine in response, she continued. “I could do that. Take you here and now, however I want. It’s what you want. But this isn’t about what you want. What I want is… for you to say something nice about yourself.”

  Rua stiffened. “What?”

  “You heard me. Say something nice about yourself. If I like what I hear, I’ll reward you.”

  There was a beat of silence, followed by Rua struggling against her bonds. Otter could all but feel the irritation pouring from their bond. She doubled up on the binding on Rua, summoning another thread and knotting it pretty thoroughly about Rua’s arms and wrists. When she was done, she gave Rua a quick smack on the ass.

  “I don’t like this game,” Rua said.

  “Too bad it’s not up to you to decide, since I won the race.”

  “You cheated.”

  “You never specified rules, how could I know what’s cheating and what’s not?”

  “Can we not do this?”

  Otter spun Rua around, so they were facing one another, and then tapped her nose, before running her thumb along Rua’s lips. God, how she wanted to stick her cock between them. But she needed that mouth set to another, more important use now.

  “We’re absolutely doing this,” Otter said. “But, I’ll let you pick the reward. Say something nice about yourself, and tell me what you want, and I might just give it to you.”

  “I wanted you to fuck me, but now I’m not so sure.”

  Otter dipped her hand between Rua’s legs, and then lifted her glistening fingers to Rua’s gaze. “I’m pretty sure you still do.”

  Rua squirmed at that, looking at the obvious evidence of her arousal, of it practically being rubbed in her face. Normally, Otter was content to go with the flow with sex. She was usually down for whatever. She liked a bit of most things. But right now, in this moment, she was really enjoying the domination. Was this a penoa thing? Was she being influenced by some kind of weird hormonal thing she wasn’t used to? Probably, from what Rua had said.

  And at the moment, Otter didn’t care.

  “Fine,” Rua said, sounding more sullen than angry.

  “Well?”

  “I’m thinking.”

  Otter smacked Rua’s ass, eliciting a yelp.

  “I said I was thinking!”

  “Think faster.”

  Another smack. Another yelp. When still nothing came, Otter pinched at one of Rua’s nipples. Not too rough, but not exactly soft either. Rua hissed.

  “I’m pretty good at painting,” Rua said.

  “You’re a painter? You never told me. I’d love to see your work. What do you paint?”

  “Is there a point to this–ow!”

  Otter removed her hand from Rua’s nipple, a smile on her face, but gave no other answer. As the silence stretched, Rua finally cracked.

  “Landscapes. I like… sunrises. And the oceans. And the way light pys off the waves. Happy?”

  “Does it make you happy?”

  Rua kicked at Otter, but it was a half-hearted thing. Otter caught the leg effortlessly, something she mostly definitely wouldn’t be able to do if Rua put any of her strength into it without breaking everything.

  She held the leg there, moving a little bit backwards. Rua hopped to try to catch up, wobbling in pce and threatening to topple, but Otter’s hand was there at her hip to support her.

  “This is mine now,” Otter said. “Better get used to being on one foot. Unless you want your reward for me to let go of your leg. But seems like a waste.”

  “Will you just fuck me already?”

  “Seems too easy. Nah.”

  “You really like pying games, don’t you?”

  “It spices things up. Now, come on, tell me what you want.”

  “I want you to take control of your unruly girlfriend and–”

  Otter took a sudden step forward, unbancing Rua and causing her to fall. Holding onto her leg, Otter eased her down slowly so she didn’t wipe out and jar her tailbone.

  “But how?” Otter asked. “Do you want me on top? Or do you want to ride me? Do you want me to hold you close while I fuck you and give you the odd spanking, or do you want me to hold you down and choke you? Do you want me to be sweet and gentle and pepper you with kisses? Do you want me to tell you how pretty you are? How I could just sit and stare at you for hours and still be happy to do nothing else?”

  Rua shuddered. “I want… I want all of it.”

  “Ah, my girlfriend is greedy, I see. She wants the world. Lucky, I want to give it to you. Just, one more choice. Do you want it from the front, or behind?”

  “The front,” Rua said without hesitation.

  “Really? I can get deeper from doggy style. I mean, not super experienced with dicking a girl down, but I know the theory. I know my way around a strap.”

  “No, from the front.”

  Otter smirked. She knew why, but she wanted to hear it anyway. “And why’s that?”

  If not from the soft glow of her Thread of the Scourge, she never would’ve seen the small blush heat up Rua’s cheeks. “I want you to look me in the eyes.”

  “Why?”

  “I want… I want to see what you see. When you look at me. You’re the only one who thinks they’re pretty.”

  “I can guarantee I’m not the only one, but I’ll settle for being your first. Again.”

  “Always,” Rua breathed.