Otter left Rua on her knees, her arms bound behind her, and slowly stripped, removing the yer of her torn shirt. Her boots followed, one clunking down on the ground after the other, before peeling away the rest of her clothes. She made a show of it, going slowly and deliberately, keeping Rua’s eyes locked the entire time. Her girlfriend, for her part, watched in rapt attention, her eyes locked and her breathing growing heavier by the moment.

  There wasn’t much light to go by, just the distant campfire, and the soft glow of Otter’s Thread of the Scourge that was so helpfully keeping Rua tied. She was tempted to summon up a few more wires, just to get a better look at her lover, but there was only so much exhibition she was willing to commit to at this point in their retionship. She didn’t know who might be on this beach, only a short distance from Ri Oa, the rgest city in the Siyan Isnds, to say nothing of what Sunny might see. Adult body or not, Otter wasn’t exactly comfortable letting her in on hers and Rua’s sex life.

  A brief bit of terror hit her. What if Sunny was spying on them, through the link? Just because Otter didn’t use it that way didn’t mean Sunny didn’t. Their bond was odd, more parasitic than it was between her and Rua, and there was no telling what she could do with it. Every time Otter had tried to explore it on her end, it’d given her pain.

  But that was when Sunny had still been gobbling up memories, trying to form a person in a mind that had held nothing. Now that she was done ‘cooking,’ things might be different. More normal.

  Tentatively, Otter reached out with her mind, and quested about. There was no pain this time, no sudden headache. It felt odd. She didn’t know how, but it was definitely different than with Rua. There was a kind of two-way flow between Otter and Rua, but with Sunny, it felt more like a current in a river that only pushed one way. Trying to get information from it was like swimming against the tide. Possible, but exhausting.

  But still, in the darkness, there was a presence, and Otter could feel where it was. And it was a lot closer than it should’ve been.

  The little sneak was spying on them.

  Otter didn’t know how to handle that bit of news. I mean, it was natural to be curious. But it also felt… weird. And kind of creepy. She didn’t mind the idea of someone watching her have sex, but the idea of it being Sunny just felt wrong. And, there was also the bit where Rua hadn’t exactly consented to it either.

  “Dear, honey boo, grumpy angel baby, pumpkin spice tte of my life,” Otter said loudly enough for more than Rua to hear, “your daughter’s spying on us.”

  “What?” Rua said, blinking. Her face went through a series of emotions. Confusion, shock, embarrassment, annoyance, and then finally, anger. “What.”

  There was a sound nearby, a foot sliding in the mud, followed by a thud and a grunt.

  “Untie me,” Rua growled. “I have an urchin to discipline.”

  There was a squeak, followed by the padding of footsteps running away.

  Otter chuckled. “I think it’s fine. She’s probably back in camp right now, terrified out of her mind.”

  “Oh, she’s going to have a reason to be scared.”

  “Eh, leave it. No harm, no foul. She didn’t see anything too bad. Or anything she wasn’t already going to feel through the link.”

  “She… oh. Oh. I did not think about that.” Rua’s face went even redder than it had already been. “What do we do?”

  “What do you mean, ‘what do we do?’ Not like we can sever the link, I think. We’re stuck with it. So, either we just live with the fact that she’s gonna be able to feel us fucking all the time, like someone can hear a couple in an apartment with really thin walls, or just not have sex. At all. Ever again.”

  “We could always kill the little nuisance?”

  Otter reached forward and took Rua’s chin in her hand. “We both know you don’t actually mean that.”

  Rua sighed. “I guess she’s grown on me. Like wretch coral. Or fungus.”

  Otter was about to ask what ‘wretch coral’ was, but shoved it down. She had to keep focused on the important thing right now. Namely, getting id.

  “You can throw her in the ocean tomorrow. I’ll even hold her legs while you do. Give it the ol’ team effort. But for now…” Otter leaned in, pcing a featherlight kiss on Rua’s lips. When Rua leaned in for more, she pulled back, a mocking smile on her face.

  “So, what do you want?” Otter asked.

  “I already answered that. I want you to fuck me, while looking into my eyes.”

  “Nothing else?”

  “Just stop talking and do it already. I can’t believe my penoa is defective. I have to literally tell her what to do. This is frustrating.”

  “Oh, do you want to trade me in? Get a better model? The way you describe penoa, they sound like mindless fuck machines, just obsessed with sex all the time. How good could they possibly be at it, if they all do is pin their lover down and fuck them all the time? Teasing, denial, games, these are all great parts of sex.”

  “Great, we did those, can we get to the actual sex now?”

  “Boop.”

  Rua crossed her eyes, staring at the finger poking the tip of her nose, and sighed. “You want me to beg for it, don’t you?”

  “Yes, please.”

  “Please, Otter, my girlfriend, my first and only, can you please bless me with your magnificent cock and fuck me stupid?”

  Rua said it all with such a fake smile, a manic cheer to her eyes, but the words themselves were dead and ft.

  “Oh, come on, I want some authenticity. I want to hear need!” Otter lowered her hand, fingering Rua once more in a few quick strokes, and then raised her fingers so they could both see them once more. “I want this, but from your words.”

  “You’re not that good,” Rua huffed.

  “Fine then.”

  Otter, though it was the hardest thing she’d ever done, turned and walked away.

  “Wait,” Rua said, panic evident in her voice. “Please?”

  Otter paused, a smile pying on her lips. “Please what?”

  A slight pause, followed by a whine. “Please… don’t leave me. Do what you want with me, but don’t leave me like this again.”

  Otter could feel the desperation, both in Rua’s voice and through the link itself. She felt a pang of guilt. Maybe she’d pushed this a little too far.

  Otter spun on her heel and was on Rua in a moment, kisses pnting along her lips, her jaw, her neck, eager to devour her and prove her affection. She was so into it, she almost failed to hear the smug whisper in her ear.

  “Got you.”

  Otter pulled back to see Rua smirking at her. “You absolute brat. How did you fool me through the link? I actually felt that.”

  Rua shrugged. “It’s called acting. Very good acting.”

  Otter sat down, and grabbed Rua by the hips, pulling her into her p, her erection rubbing against her lover’s belly. Rua settled against it, even raising herself to rub her entrance against the shaft, but Otter gave her a quick spank.

  “No,” Otter said.

  “No?”

  “You act like a brat, you get treated like a brat. And brats don’t get cock. They get spankings.”

  “Can’t they get both?”

  “Now there’s an idea. You can ride me. But every time you thrust up, I’m going to smack your ass. Not hard. But it’ll add up, believe me. And I’ll stop spanking when you stop thrusting.”

  Rua’s eyes narrowed, and she got that proud, defiant look she adopted whenever Otter so much as hinted that she wouldn’t be able to handle something.

  “I’m not afraid of some pain.”

  “I know you’re not. Because normally, you’re my good girl. But right now, you’re being my brat, and I don’t know if brats can take their punishments as well as good girls can take their rewards.”

  In answer, Rua raised herself up, rubbing her entrance against the head of Otter’s cock. There was a gasp, and Otter wasn’t sure which of them it’d come from. She strained, taking in a breath, and Rua shifted, slowly lowering herself down.

  Just as before, Rua was tight, impossibly so. She was just so tiny, and everything about her was compact and fit, built for combat. It felt like there was no way she’d ever fit, and those folds shifted and gripped her in a way that felt like both an embrace and like a fight all at the same time.

  Otter kept one hand on Rua’s ass, holding it in support, while using her other to roam up and down her abs in soft touches. She loved them so much. They were so firm, so beautiful, a testament to a kind of self-discipline Otter could never hope to attain without a bucket full of Adderall and a prize at the end of the finish line.

  Rua grunted, her eyes closed, her teeth chewing on her lower lip. But slowly she rocked down.

  “You can do it,” Otter said. “My good Siyan girl. Just a little more.”

  She gave a quick gnce down. It was a lie. Rua hadn’t even made it halfway yet. But there was no point in discouraging her.

  Rua eased down a little more, then raised. So Otter gave her a quick sp on the ass. Rua’s eyes snapped open, an outraged look taking over her features.

  “Hey, I warned you,” Otter said. “You can go down all you want, but the second you go up, you get a spanking. Now get back to work. Unless you don’t think you can handle it?”

  Rua narrowed her eyes, but said nothing. She just went back to work, stubborn about it, the mask of anger quickly melting into something else. Her expression softened as she was filled. And then came the noises. Grunts, at first, sounding more like something you’d expect from someone exerting themselves on a wrestling mat, before they transformed into something higher pitched.

  All of a sudden, it was like something inside of Rua shifted, some fluttering and twitching of muscles, and the damp wetness of Rua’s pussy was absolutely flooded. Rua whined, and sank down a full two inches all at once as she bucked, and it took Otter a moment to realize she was already cumming.

  “Really?” she asked. “You’re not even fully penetrated yet, and you’re already having an orgasm?”

  Rua had her eyes squeezed shut, and pnted her head against Otter’s shoulder. “Can’t help it. M’Siyan.”

  “What? Do you all cum your brains out with barely any stimution?”

  “S’how the Dreamer dreamt us,” Rua said. “Bme her for being a pervert.”

  “Bme? Are you kidding me? This is the number one thing I’m thanking her for. Now, c’mon, back to work, I haven’t even started yet.”

  Rua made a soft noise, but then pulled her head back into position, her eyes still closed, rocking her way down. Otter gripped her chin in one hand.

  “None of that now,” she said. “Eyes open. You said you wanted eye contact. Let me look at those pretty eyes while you fuck your way down.”

  Rua gasped, her mouth and eyes opening at once, and Otter took her moment and shoved two fingers against Rua’s tongue, who was only too eager to begin sucking on them. But both of them were more wrapped in each other, their eyes locking on one another’s.

  Otter had always had a thing for eyes. She never could adequately expin it. While others might look at tits, or asses, or thighs, or whatever else – and that wasn’t to say she herself did not – she’d always been obsessed with the eyes of other women. Their colour normally didn’t matter, she’d always been focused on the expression behind them, what kind of person they hinted at y behind them.

  And Rua’s were no exception. She was so closed off, so wrapped up in her own insecurities and unwilling to share, but there was a story in her eyes every time Otter looked into them. A book that she could spend a lifetime reading.

  Rua came twice more before bottoming out, and while it was hot as hell, Otter couldn’t stop staring into those perfect eyes. Never before had she seen this level of need in a person, a desire to be loved and held and cimed. And Otter was more than happy to give it to her.

  “Are you ready?” Otter asked.

  In answer, Rua raised her hips, and in kind, Otter gave her a sharp, stinging sp. Rua yelped, bucking hard down, to the point it was almost painful. She almost bit against the fingers in her mouth, and feeling the pressure, Otter pulled them out.

  “What was that?” Rua called. “You said light smacks.”

  “And you said you could handle them, so I figured I’d make the first real one something you’d remember.”

  Rua struggled against her bonds, grumbling to herself, then took in a breath and raised herself up again along Otter’s shaft, and as she did, took a small smack to the ass, this one considerably more merciful.

  If anything, somehow it felt like Rua grew even wetter. She’d said she liked pain-py more than she thought she would, back after the first and st time they’d had sex, and now it seemed all the more obvious how into it she was.

  The smacks began to add up, and as they did, Rua’s pace increased. She opened her mouth and let out a whine, and tears began to form at the edge of her eyes, but she didn’t let up. She kept going. Up and down, working herself along Otter’s cock.

  It felt so good, and Otter just wanted to finish. But she stubbornly held on, going so far as to dig her nails into her own thigh as she worked her other hand in a rhythmic pattern of spanks. The pain in her leg and against her own stinging palm helped her hold back from finishing, even as Rua began to spasm on Otter’s cock over and over again, working herself to multiple small orgasms.

  Rua’s eyes went hazy, then gssy, fogged over and unfocused, even as she continued to move.

  “That’s my good girl,” Otter said. “Keep at it, I’m almost there.”

  She had every intention of holding back, to stave off the inevitable for as long as she could. Not just to prolong the sensation, but to completely undo Rua. To see how long she could st before the mounting orgasms finally drove her to absolute exhaustion, both physical and mental.

  But Rua’s body worked like a machine. Even when her mind no longer seemed in it, her eyes far away and distant, her hips kept moving, kept pistoning up and down, working in a perfect rhythm that didn’t stutter or g. She’d become automated. Thrust, spank, thrust, spank, thrust, spank, orgasm, all to begin again in a pattern.

  Otter’s only regret was that she didn’t count the number of times she made Rua cum. They were all small orgasms, as seemed to be her habit, but there were just so many of them. Otter had never fucked a girl so responsive before. She didn’t know such a thing was possible.

  Rua’s head slumped forward, nding once more on Otter’s shoulder, but somehow she twisted her way awkwardly so that she could still maintain eye contact even as she continued to thrust. Her attempts became smaller, less pronounced, but at the same time more desperate. What they cked in distance travelled up and down Otter’s cock, they made up for in enthusiasm, becoming more a gyration that felt really good.

  “M’sorry,” Rua said. The tears in her eyes became more pronounced, and drool slowly leaked from the corner of her mouth. “Don’t… think I can… finish.”

  “Sshh, it’s okay, you don’t have to apologize, You’re my good girl, yes?”

  “Good girl,” Rua said in way of agreement, the energy clearly gone from her.

  “You did your best. And that’s all I ever wanted. Now let me take care of you.”

  Something in Rua’s eyes flickered, and she made a gurgling noise that Otter took as some kind of agreement. She’d always pnned to take control, but the game had been fun while it sted. She’d have to take extra care of Rua’s backside when they got into town, maybe find some kind of ointment for it? She’d need money for it. But then, Rua was supposed to be some kind of fancy council princess, so maybe she had money Otter could borrow?

  The idea of Rua being her sugar daddy felt oddly appropriate.

  Otter gently lowered Rua to the ground, dismissing her threads so that her arms weren’t put into an awkward position as she was put on her back. And then, once she was spyed out on the ground in front of her, she got to work.

  This was not ‘making love,’ or even ‘having sex.’ Rua had long since gotten everything she needed from their rutting, and now it was time for Otter to cim what was hers. She set to fucking, pistoning in and out of Rua’s embrace in powerful strokes.

  It didn’t take her long to finish, now that she was no longer holding back, especially looking down into Rua’s well-fucked eyes. But Rua still managed to summon the strength to wrap her arms around Otter as she came yet again. Otter stiffened, everything in her going taut like a wire, and she felt her nerves setting alight. With a roar that sounded more beastial than anything she’d ever made in her life before, Otter pulled out, ejacuting hard as soon as her cock felt open air, long, stringy ropes of cum spshing all over Rua’s belly and breasts.

  She fell beside Rua, cheek-first into the dirt of the ground beside them. She was breathless, and suddenly so tired, and all she could think of was doing it again, just fucking Rua one more time, but with how exhausted her partner looked, she just couldn’t do it.

  Her libido really was out of control. There was no way this was normal. She knew guys were horny little cock monkeys, but there was no way this was what it was like for them. She didn’t even have time to go fccid before the urge to fuck had taken her again and set her back to hardness.

  Maybe it was the penoa thing. Or maybe it was just Rua. When Otter fell, she always fell hard. And staring into Rua’s exhausted eyes, eyes that were so tired and far away and barely holding on, eyes that were stubbornly maintaining some sense of awareness just to hold onto Otter’s for just one more moment…

  Yeah. Otter was falling. Hard.

  “Go to sleep,” Otter said. “I’ll take care of you. Just sleep, and let me handle the rest.”

  Apparently those words were all Rua needed to hear. She let out a soft sigh, and then her eyes drifted closed. When she was fully asleep, she stood, gently taking Rua into her arms once more, and carrying her back to camp. She’d need to pick up their clothes, and arrange something for bedding – maybe her Thread of Sanctuary could summon up a bnket or a cloak to help? – but for now, all that mattered was the woman in her embrace.

  DorenWinslowe