Blushing Brides

  The two girls had hardly escaped the sight of their guests before Sitra began a passionate, lustful assault on her new bride. While the party-goers, a mix of many from both women's social circles, reveled in the festivities, the ruby haired sorceress whisked her lover away for their own, private celebration.
  Naomi, as usual, was reluctant, but her more forward, confident partner wouldn't take "no" for an answer, and she was hardly intent on letting the woman down on her wedding day. So, while their guests conversed, dined and danced in the courtyard, Sitra found a... somewhat... secluded area in the garden, to press her Half-Dragon partner against the wall, a terrace's pillar.
  The smaller of the two, who was currently on the receiving end of maddeningly delightful neck kisses, squirmed against her wife, her body shivering against the woman who restrained her. Sitra was by no means big, actually she was rather petite herself, but Naomi was smaller still, about a head shorter than the woman. If she really wanted to put an end to it, the ashen haired girl could likely match her lover's force to make her stop, but she loved this treatment far too much to try that, and what's more, she loved to indulge her partner's desires, no matter the locale.
  Sure, they were in a public place, sure they had guests not far away, and sure this kind of thing was far from her comfort zone, but she always loved it. The way her mistress would pull her out of her norm, to make her take risks by placing her into a position of no control, it was part of what made her fall in love with the woman in the first place. Submission just came naturally to her, and dominance flowed in equal measure in her partner.
  In the distance, the half-breed could hear chatter and laughing, footsteps and the clanking of cups and dinnerware, but none of that mattered. All that mattered was the touch of her love, all over her body, the tune of flutes and harps was now a distant backdrop, drowned out by the sound of loud, passionate kissing and soft, desperate moaning from either girl.
  Sitra's hands had come to settle, more or less, with one on her hip and the other on her neck - accompanying a black collar - though they did stray from time to time. In contrast to the almost overwhelming grasp, her own hands simply held on to the other girl's arms for dear life. It was either that, or fall over, as her knees had gone entirely limp.
  "S-Sit-raaa..." The girl receiving the advances let out, her grasp on the woman's arms tightening up. There were a million things she wanted to say, from "Not here" to "More please" and everything in between, but all the words escaped her.
  Her chest heaved, as if begging to be set free from the gown she wore, something her lover had taken full notice of, but deliberately decided not to indulge. She liked the dress, that's why she chose it for the girl, and wasn't quite ready to take it off of her yet. She'd made no secret of it, she liked to put her partner in skimpier clothes, even when they were out and about, and today was only a partial exception.
  While she was still mostly modest, the Half-Dragon's gown still offered a generous view, with a fair amount of cleavage exposed, a low cut bottom that bordered on a skirt and an open back. Most days, she'd have even more skin visible, it's sort of Sitra's way of showing her off and saying "look what I have". However, for the ceremony, she chose something a little less revealing, so as to not spoil the romance completely with her deviancy.
  In contrast, her own clothing wasn't quite as flashy as her bride's. A simple, black dress worn beneath a dark, leather tunic, lending her a practical yet elegant look, somewhere between festive fun and combat ready.
  "I've been waiting..." The ruby haired woman mumbled softly between noisy kisses, working her way up the girl's neck. "... all day, to have you to myself." She added, as she reached the base of her jaw, the smallest hint of frustration in her tone.
  Really, her insatiability was plenty justified, at least to the two of them. Generally if she wanted to touch the half-breed, be it sexually or otherwise, she'd simply do so at any time in any place. It was an act that always held a perfect balance of love and possessiveness, almost like a child with a stuffed animal, rarely something Naomi was opposed to and never something she'd say "no" to. But, with the festivities, Sitra found herself with scarce opportunities to feel her love's touch and was, admittedly, growing impatient with her lack of sway over the situation.
  So, as soon as they had even the smallest semblance of privacy, she decided to get what she wanted, what they both wanted.
  "S-Sitra the... the guests.." Naomi whimpered, her breath catching in hethroat, the kisses causing her to tilt her head to leave more room.
  "Hush... I don't care about the guests." The sorceress interrupted, taking her mouth away for a short moment and squeezing the girl's throat to silence her. She looked at her with a more stern expression, as if the mention of their visitants had offended her.
  Naomi gazed up at her with desperate eyes, shimmering with desire to please. If they got caught, it'd be tough to explain their way out of that situation, but she wanted this and she wanted it bad. On the other hand, she was confident that Sitra would speak for them both, and save her from the consequences, even if she'd still have to face the humiliation.
  Staring back at the girl, the sorceress's lips curled into a soft smile, reassuring despite the hungry look in her eyes. Keeping her by the throat, she let her other hand slide down her body, slow and teasing, drawing up a shiver of anticipation.
  "Were you a good girl? Did you wear that little accessory I picked out for you?" She asked, dropping her hand all the way down and pressing her palm against her lover's clothed womanhood.
  The "accessory" in question was a smooth, rounded stone, a few inches wide and a few more inches long, with multiple enchantments placed on it, allowing her mistress to control it at will.
  As she had been bid to do in the morning before the ceremony, Naomi had placed the sleek toy inside of herself. Even without it having any use thus far, it was already creating a tingling sensation between her thighs, but that feeling only doubled when her mistress hinted that it would finally do more than sit idly.
  She squeaked, her body going stiff and her cheeks going flush. Of course she'd obeyed.
  "Y-yes..." She let out, her tone shrinking to something pathetic, accompanied by a timid nod.
  ""Yes" what, sweetheart?" The woman asked, giving her neck another, small squeeze. Flustered or not, she still expected her to mind her manners.
  "Y-yes, mi-mistr-ess..." She whimpered back, tensing up and squeezing her eyes shut, as if it might hide her from the situation.
  The girl's answer caused her wife's lips to draw into a small smirk, and prompted her fingers to start dancing against her most sensitive area, as if feeling for the item to ensure it was, indeed, there.
  Unable to resist, Naomi let a soft moan slip her lips, however the sound came out louder than intended. Quickly, she reached up to cover her mouth and mute herself, to refrain from making any more shameful noises.
  Of course, for Sitra, that only enticed her further, as a challenge to make her partner get noisy.
  "Mmm... good girl..." She cooed softly, moving in close and bringing her lips to her lover's ear. "In that case, I'm bored of the formalities, sweetie. Right now, you're my plaything, understood?" She whispered, sending a shiver down the halfling's spine. Fear, excitement, lust, all of it was mounting within her in a whirlwind that would take her off her feet, were it not for the dominating grasp that kept her on her feet.
  The girl swallowed a lump in her throat, only for it to be replaced by another. Unable to speak, and with no desire to refuse, she nodded, yielding her body as a toy for the woman.
  There's a devious glimmer that fills the sorceress's eyes, whenever she has this control, whenever she gives herself over to the tide of lust and stakes her claim on the girl, and that glimmer shone as bright as ever. Hungry, predatory almost, letting all but her desire for her slip away.
  Keeping her hands where they lay, one on her throat and the other between her thighs, Sitra expended some magical energy and let it flow into the toy, causing it to hum to life.
  The feeling hit the smaller girl swiftly, setting a jolt of pleasure through her hips despite it only being a soft vibration. After so much anticipation, after all the teasing touches and sultry looks from her lover, her body felt a million times more sensitive to even the slightest sensations. Gods she wanted it, she NEEDED it, and she knew Sitra was fully aware. Not just because she pressed her hips forward, begging for more, but beaceus from the day they'd met, the ruby haired woman had this way of coaxing her, making her crave her touch. It was always as sensual as it was cruel.
  This time, the noise that the girl let out was one louder, needier, a long and drawn "ohhhhhhh" with pursed lips and her eyes tightly shut. She couldn't have stopped herself if she tried, yet her blush deepened at her own, brazen sound. Not Sitra, though, no Sitra saw it as both a reward for herself and her efforts, and a tool to help keep the pressure up.
  "My my my..." She let out softly, making sure the heat of her breath rolled across the girl's ear and down her neck. "... you're such a needy little thing, Naomi..." She added with a half growl, pressing her tighter against the wall and holding her there. She leaned back, just a little, so she could see the look on her face, so she could see how her expression shifted at her touches in so many delightful ways.
  The girl could only whimper back as her mistress heightened the intensity of the toy between her thighs, letting more energy course through the stone to strengthen the vibrations. In an effort to keep from giving up another shameful sound, she cupped her mouth and covered it tight, once again, hoping it would be enough to muffle any noise she couldn't hold back on her own.
  Sitra, in contrast, watched her partner squirm with a smirk and licked her lips. "My pretty little pet." She mused and moved in to kiss along her jaw, loving the display she provided.
  She moved her hand up from the girl's neck, to one of the dark horns that cropped up from beneath her white locks, to pull her head to the side. What came next pulled a gasp from the smaller girl, as her partner's teeth found her neck once more, at the base, and sank deep into her skin. Not a nibble, but a hard bite, painful yet so satisfying. She didn't draw blood, she wasn't aiming to pierce the supple skin with her gnawing, just to leave a mark - her mark - on her pet.
  The way she could be so tender and yet so aggressive drove Naomi wild with lust, making her head fuzzier than the strongest drink, making her knees weak and her loins hot.
  "M-mis-tress..." She moaned. "P-please... I... I..." Being touched like this alone was enough to make her desperate, but here in the wedding hall? Guests closeby? With no real choice in the matter? It was driving her mad in the very best way.
  "You what, sweetheart?" The sorceress cooed softly, moving her mouth up to trap the girl's ear and nibble there instead. She knew what she wanted, she knew what she would say when she found her words, and with that in mind she upped the strength of the toy once more, making sure to help keep her upright as her legs began to shake again.
  "I'm go-going... I w-want... want to.. to..." She whimpered in response, her voice still muffled behind her hand as she tried to communicate. The act mounted just a little frustration within her, it always did. Sitra knew what she wanted, she didn't even need to say it aloud, but the other girl would simply play the fool and make her spell it out to her shame.
  "Hmmm? Use your words, darling..." The woman said in a sort of scolding tone, then sent another, stronger surge through her body, as if to punctuate her words.
  The Half-Dragon whined, a pathetic little noise that vibrated in her chest.
  "Pleeease... I n-need... need to.. C-..." She tried to let out, but found herself cut off by yet another rise to the already intense sensation between her legs.
  "Cum?" Sitra asked, finishing her sentence for her. She laughed softly and kissed her lover's ear. "Already?"
  With another whine, she nodded, squeezing her eyes tightly shut, holding her breath in hopes that she might be granted release, needy enough now that she was humping against her partner's hand.
  "Aweee, sweetie..." She said, her tone more of a pitying one this time. She could tell that she was barely holding it back. Her neck strained, her teeth gritted, her face contorted with her struggle as she staved off her orgasm.
  Sirta was quiet for a few moments before giving her answer.
  "No." She said, a single word that jabbed right into the other girl like a dagger. And to twist that dagger, the sorceress cut off the flow of energy into the stone, letting it go dormant once more, then withdrew her hand.
  Naomi gasped, rocking her hips with want, whining and needy.
  "Huuuuuh... Noooooo..." She let out in a pitiable tone, that stood to melt the coldest of hearts, however Sitra would not be swayed, and she realized it quickly. Still gripped by one of her horns, trapped in place, her only real hope was to try and earn her lover's sympathy.
  The woman pressed out her bottom lip in a mocking pout, feeling her little petgirl squirming in her grasp.
  "Aweee, I know sweetie, I know." She said gently, with a tone that actually did offer a bit of comfort to the smaller girl, despite being left on the edge.
  "Pleeeease..." She whined, looking up at her mistress with wide, teary eyes.
  Sitra slipped her hand down, off of her horn and onto her cheek, looking at her with a tender gaze, then shook her head.
  "You need to wait." She said, lifting her other hand up to examine it. Despite having been on the outside of her underwear, the girl in her grasp had left her fingers sticky with her warm juices. Thin strings of the pale fluid clung to her fingers, smelling of her lover's lust.
  Bringing her hand further up, she licked the tips of her pointer and middle fingers, letting a soft moan slip from her lips at the salty yet sweet taste. Were it possible, Naomi would have blushed even harder at the act, however her cheeks were already deeply red and burning hot. On top of seeing her lover taste her, she knew it would only be a few moments at best before she was made to have a taste herself.
  Sitra offered a coy look and she pulled her lips from her fingers, then - as the Half-Dragon had expected - she swapped her hand to the other girl's lips.
  "Open." She said, her tone firm, yet gentle. "Clean up your mess." She instructed, watching closely as she timidly obeyed, opening up her mouth to let the woman's honey-coated fingers slip between her lips. Unlike the simple licks that Sitra had administered herself, she knew her mistress wanted more from her, and so the girl sealed off the digits in her mouth and sucked diligently, tongue lapping away to clean up the mess she'd left on her owner.
  Now that she wasn't so hard pressed to steady herself, she was able to use her hands once more. She wasn't about to start groping the woman, nothing so bold. However, she would display her desperation for her lover, by grabbing her wrist to keep her hand in place, like an animal protecting its food.
  Now it was her turn to sing a sweet little song, a string of soft, needy moans that she hoped might earn her some favor. Her tongue moved diligently, making sure she cleaned every inch of those first two fingers, before she pulled back and abandoned the first one in favor of taking one she couldn't reach before, instead, now the middle and ring.
  "Mmmm... good giiiirl..." Sitra applauded in a sugary sweet voice, standing herself up straight to loom over the other girl to the best of her abilities, staring down at her lover in a way that made her feel quite small.
  While she was certain she had gotten all of the juices that had coated her mistress's skin, she hadn't been told to stop, and so she continued to softly suck and mewl, simply for the woman's pleasure if nothing else.
  The ruby haired woman let it go on for a few extra moments, savoring the satisfying tingle of power it gave her, before stealing her fingers away, though not entirely and not for long. She swapped, instead, in favor of slipping her thumb in to take their place, then pulled the girl's mouth open.
  For her, power was a normal thing, really. Sure, Naomi had the blood of a dragon in her veins, she was strong, but few would deny that Sitra was a woman outstandingly powerful. She could raze cities if she had the whim to do so, potentially even fell a kingdom if she put her mind to it... But those things sounded boring, impersonal. Here, with this girl, it was entirely different, and that's exactly what she was illustrating in that moment.
  It wasn't simply power, it was control, proof that she could wield that power. Her slightest touch could bend the smaller girl to her every will. Even as she had made Naomi suck on her fingers, a simple, rather tame action, she could smell the scent of lust growing ever stronger on the girl. So why topple an empire? Why bother with such trivialities when she could assert herself directly like this, even so far as to just pull her mouth open for no reason other than to show her the facts. She was loved, of course, there should be no doubt about that, but she was also property, a thing to be played with, a pet to be trained into her very best self. Control belonged in Sitra's hands, and that's where it would stay.
  The sorceress smirked again, watching as drool spilled from the sides of her pet's mouth, unable to hold it back now that her jaw was locked open and her tongue was pinned down. She laughed softly, through pursed lips, her eyes flicking between the opposite set that stared back at her, and those soft damp lips. Dedicated entirely to her love, her owner, her mistress, the smaller of the two stayed at attention, her gaze showing pure devotion and a desire to please.
  Finally speaking up and piercing the silence that had come about for a few, long minutes, the woman leaned in to whisper in her ear to issue her next command...
  "Starting now, you have one minute to remove your panties, and hand them over to me. Understood?" She said, keeping a low, firm tone.
  The instruction caused Naomi's entire body to go tense with apprehension, which was perhaps a little silly, given what had already occurred thus far.
  "B-but I... W-what if someone..." She tried to stammer in response, fighting a lump in her throat as she fumbled with her words.
  However, her mistress had no interest in the resistance. When the Half-Dragon whimpered out her protests, the woman raised her hand and slapped her across the cheek. Nothing too hard, the impact left only a momentary sting, but it was enough to reel her back in and silence her inhibitions.
  She gasped and fell quiet, staring at the sorceress with wide, teary eyes.
  "Now." Sitra growled softly against her ear, then stepped back and held out her hand expectantly, waiting for her to deliver what was asked of her.
  The girl scrambled, forcing herself to push past her timid nature and do as she was told, well aware that the minute deadline had started as soon as the command was given, and that she had wasted nearly a third of that time already.
  The ruby haired woman licked her lips as her pet fumbled with her dress, trying a few times to force her hands underneath the cloth before finally managing to hike it up and hook her thumbs through the hips of her underwear. Once again she looked at the woman with wide, desperate eyes, as if to confirm that she actually wanted her to take them off, even though she knew the answer was a firm "yes".
  When her mistress continued to hold out her hand, the girl gulped, nodded, then began to slide her panties down her thighs. Once they were at her knees, and she had begun the process of bending forward to take them lower, she tensed the muscles in her hips, in an effort to make sure that toy wouldn't slip out of her and fall to the ground, now that she didn't have her underwear acting as a safety net.
  She took a deep breath, knowing that this part would be the most
  Hastily, she bunched them up, her own humiliation growing stronger when she felt the hot dampness that had soaked into the pale-pink fabric. Then she suddenly found herself snatched by her horn once more, and her gaze was pulled - literally - up to her mistress.
  She offered the girl a gentle smile, though her controlling grip stayed firm, and made a gesture with her free hand to demand the piece of clothing be handed over right away.
  Gripped as she was, Naomi couldn't really stand up to cover herself and preserve her dignity. Then again... she had just stripped her underwear on command, how much dignity did she really have to begin with? With a whine, she handed the bunched up fabric to her lover, her honey now streaking down her thighs without them there to soak it up.
  Her mistress smiled, satisfied, then raised the piece up to inspect it, unbundling the cloth. Both of them had something of a fetish for this particular article of clothing, so when it came to supplying the garments they'd typically spend a little extra for the nicer options. Soft-pink silk, chosen by Sitra to lend the smaller girl an added touch of cuteness, despite the low chances that they'd stay on for long.
  The woman giggled softly, admiring them and wiping her thumb across the wet spot that had been left by the girl's lust, warm and sticky. Staring up at her, the half-breed waited for a response, be it praise or scolding, whichever she had earned. She knew she'd delayed, but she thought she had complied within the allotted time. In the end, though, Sitra's decision would be the final verdict.
  With a deeply lustful gaze, eyes locked on her like a hawk watching a scurrying rodent, the sorceress brought the pair of panties up and held them to her face, then breathed in deeply, letting her lover's scent fill her senses. More intoxicating and addictive than any drink or drug, she loved the flavor of the girl's arousal to a point of obsession and, what's more, it was all for her.
  Seeing the display caused Naomi to shrink back a little, but there was no denying that she loved it, even if she tried to lie, her tail raised - lifting her dress and betraying her further - and swayed, confessing her delight in what she was seeing. She loved how much her owner seemed to covet every part of her, even the drops of honey that flowed endlessly from the wet blossom between her thighs.
  After a few, deep breaths, she pulled the garment away from her nose, leaving her with a light blush and eyes shut in bliss, looking very much like she'd just tasted a wine finer than any other.
  "Mmmmm..." Sitra hummed softly, finally bringing her gaze back to her partner. "Good giiiirl." She added in a soft coo, giving that approval that made her eyes light up with fulfilment, getting her tail to sway a bit more as she slipped further into her role as a pet.
  Content, the sorceress tucked away the pair of underwear into one of the pockets of her tunic, letting the girl know that she wouldn't be getting them back any time soon. On top of that, she was still held by her horn, making her think that there was likely more in store for her, which would quickly be proven true.
  The Half-Dragon wasn't the only one who had grown needy, she wasn't the only one whose thighs had grown slick with pooling nectar, her mistress was just as wound up. Luckily for her, she was the one in control, and she wouldn't have to wait as her pet did.
  Taking her now free hand, she reached down and grabbed her own gown, then reeled it in until she could grasp the hem of it, pulling it up to uncover everything that was hidden underneath. There was an undeniable wiggle of Naomi's back end as her owner flashed her, the idea of having access to her womanhood pushing most other thoughts to the side - namely: shame and dignity.
  She gazed between the woman's thighs, her mound covered by a pair of black lace, then, with her head full of desire, the girl turned her eyes up and stared at her lover, presenting her best, most desperate begging face.
  She earned a smug smirk, a look that made her feel somewhat pathetic, but it didn't phase her, aside from making her own honey pot well up further. After all, she certainly was a pathetic sight to behold, slapped, choked and pushed to her knees before her mistress, like an apostle before a goddess.
  Without a word, Sitra pulled her in closer, then pressed her hips forward to bury the girl's face between her thighs, to use as a device for her pleasure.
  The smaller girl reached forward and grabbed her domme's calves, trying to keep herself propped upright so she wouldn't hang from a single horn, and so she could mitigate the chances that she'd simply fall over.
  She gave a sweet little moan as she was pulled against the heat of the woman's groin, eagerly opening up her mouth and licking away some of the sweet juices that had dripped down her inner thigh. It wasn't long before her tongue was moving eagerly, lapping where she could, even as her cheeks grew slick from being humped.
  Letting her owner just grind on her face for a moment, the half-breed repositioned herself, getting on her knees and sitting on her own feet, then reaching up and hugging around her lover's thighs. Now she'd be a little more comfy, and she could focus the whole of her attention on performing.
  She let herself get noisy, allowing breathy moans to slip off of her tongue each time she licked. It's not like keeping quiet now would hide what they were doing, it'd be rather hard to convince anyone they were doing anything else, there aren't many reasons for one to have their head under their partner's dress.
  Sitra, remaining a little more restrained, kept her noises lower, instead, her mouth hung slightly agape to let out the sound of her soft panting. Slowly, she returned control of her head to the girl, entrusting her pleasure to the Half-Dragon. She'd been trained to make her mistress feel good, she was capable of doing it, and so the task would be entrusted to her.
  Finding that her face was no longer a toy to be humped and grinded against, Naomi set to her duties, urging the woman's legs a little further apart so she could have a little more space to work with. She started with a long lick along her lover's mound, from the bottom to the top, letting her tongue glide over the damp fabric of her underwear and leaving it wetter still with spit.
  The flavor placed her under a spell, as soon as she'd gotten that first taste, and to say she couldn't resist a second would be an understatement. Once again, her tongue dragged slowly along her lover's blossom, earning her a soft moan to encourage her efforts. She loved hearing that sound, she loved knowing she was able to make her feel good enough to let that noise slip out, it sent tingles through her body and made her head feel a little fuzzy.
  Taking a moment to pull back, Naomi looked up at her wife, tongue hanging from her mouth as she panted like a hound under the sun's heat. She squeezed on the woman's thighs, her nails scraping against the skin beneath them. She may have been the pet and plaything of their dynamic, but she was never the only one to bare marks to tell the tale of their intimacy. She'd typically walk away with a bruised ass and bite marks on any given spot, while Sitra would wear the scratches and love-bites of her needy, little pet. And neither of them would want it any other way.
  Since there was no sign that she needed to stop, the girl went in to quench her thirst once again, planting a kiss on the sensitive little nub at the top of her slit - an act which earned a shiver even with the lacy fabric in the way - then another, and another, slowly descending all the way down before licking back to the top and drawing circles with her tongue, focusing on that sensitive area.
  That focused attack on her clit made the woman's nerves go alight, her body tensed and her grip on the horn in her hand tightened for stability. Gods, she loved this, she loved feeling that tongue work for her pleasure, it was something she viewed as an ultimate act of submission. She knew the girl on her knees loved it as well, to set aside her own physical pleasure and just give to her lover, which pressed her pleasure even further. She knew that it made her head run wild and pushed her arousal higher, that it made her needier, and that the needier she got, the better she'd perform.
  Once she'd steadied herself again, Sitra decided to reward the half-breed. Channeling her power once again, she let her magic flow forth and bring the toy inside of her petgirl back to life, though at a low strength.
  What followed was a moan, a sweet sound that told the sorceress she'd brought weakness to the girl's knees. What's more, the sound sent a vibration through her hips, focused right on her womanhood, and it was heavenly.
  "Mmmmmm..." She tilted her head back, allowing her own pleasured response to rise from the back of her throat, praising her once again. "Good girl... just like that..." She sighed, reaching her empty hand down to the back of her head, the other staying firm on what had become a handle. She thredded her fingers through the girl's snowy locks and took a handful, then gave a small tug to signal that she was in control once again.
  Perfectly happy to comply, the Half-Dragon gave up the use of her head as she once again found her face being used as an object to grind on. She kept her mouth open, letting her lover hump against her tongue and lips, her hair now subject to pulls and twists. She was more than happy to be used, especially with that toy buzzing softly inside of her, bestowing her sensitive inner walls with those subtle, yet incredible vibrations.
  The girl moaned again, a shiver going through her body as her hair was twisted by her mistress's firm grasp, keeping her right where she needed to be at all times. Her hips swayed, rocking with the motions inside of her in an automatic - albeit ineffective - response to thrust against it and maximize her pleasure. Despite receiving no extra stimulation, as the object was nestled in place, she kept slowly thrusting her hips forward, since it did add a bit of satisfaction.
  Always attentive to her lover's motions, Sitra took note of the thrusts and dulled out her next order.
  "Don't you dare cum, little girl." She said in a breathy yet strong voice, never letting her tone show anything but power and confidence.
  By now, the urge to climax had died down, but by no means was it gone. She still wanted it, enough that she'd do anything to have it, but she was no longer in tears holding it back. Or, she hadn't been, at least, until that toy sprung back to life and began to steadily push her back towards the edge.
  The girl held back the urge to whimper and simply nodded, focusing her mind on her owner's pleasure rather than her own, simply trying to not think about how badly she wanted it, to - admittedly - little real effect. It was mounted strongly inside of her. This teasing alone would have been enough to get her wound up, but when adding on the fact that her lover had been toying with her quite a lot in the days leading up to their ceremony, but never allowing her any form of release, she was fit to pop. She hadn't been allowed an orgasm for nearly a week, despite quite a lot of attention.
  She was hopeful today, though. If she had to guess, her domme was stacking her higher and higher, so that she could make today a little extra special by finally letting that fuse burn down to the powder. She didn't know when it would happen, but she did know: when it finally did, it was going to be incredible.
  That's why her trust never wavered. She knew that she'd be cared for in the end. What's more, she knew the woman always had her interests in mind, even when she was teasing and edging her, even when she'd get rough, she always knew exactly what she was doing. Most of the time, she couldn't really tell what was going on in her owner's head, what the plan was, but she knew there was ALWAYS a plan. Now and then, she'd think she had it figured out but, just when she thought she knew, things would suddenly be pushed into a whole new place.
  "If it starts... mmmm... feeling too good, you tell me." She spoke up once more, that tone that was strong enough to rend a boulder, coming with another tug of her soft, snowy locks.
  The half-breed gasped as her hair was pulled tight again, but continued to put all efforts towards giving pleasure, putting out a pathetic whimper before answering with a muffled "Yes mistress."
  It was a strange process, where she had to follow the guiding hand of the ruby haired woman, yet also divert and work on her own to try and make the moves a little more precise. As a result, she was both following and fighting with Sitra, and if that weren't enough to make her sloppy, the maddening pleasure between her own thighs was.
  Her breaths were feverish, quick and shallow as her body fell into a rhythm. Whenever she'd rock forward, she'd drag her cheek or her tongue up her mistress's mound, not dissimilar to the way an affectionate cat would rub on one's leg. Of course, this also meant that her face had quickly become a mess, slathered with spit and honey, leaving the touch of eyeliner she'd put on to run a little.
  However, just because she didn't have full control of her face, that didn't mean she couldn't use other methods to provide pleasure. Moving her hands once more, she awoke them from their idle state to slip upwards and grasp the woman's soft, shapely ass, giving a firm squeeze and even using the grip to pull herself tighter against her.
  The reaction she earned was a delighted one, Sitra's back arching forward, her head tilting back as a moan slipped out in praise.
  The girl kept that grip, squeezing and holding tight like she might slip away if she let go, being mindful of her nails as the tips of her fingers pressed into the supple cheeks beneath them.
  The sorceress rolled her hips and let out a low purr, her head pleasantly fuzzy with lust. Still, she was the one at the sail, so to speak, and another command was due, so she steadied herself, drew in a breath and prepared to issue it.
  "Pull my underwear aside, sweetheart." She said, the slightest quiver in her tone. "Move them out of your way, but leave them on."
  Really, that was all the invitation she needed. She would have liked to take them off of her, or pull them down to give herself that opening, but she'd do as she was told. She got the feeling they were being left on to make her more aware of her lack of a pair herself.
  That thought was short lived, though, as there were more pressing interests. She wanted a taste, a proper taste, of that pooling heat. She loved to lick it away, off of the fabric that soaked it up, but the flavor was always a little hindered when compared to getting it right from the source. So, she diverted her hand away from the woman's ass and brought it back around. With her thumb, she hooked the crotch of her panties, then pulled them to the side, to uncover her slick, smooth mound, hot and dripping, just like her own.
  Naomi couldn't resist any longer. As soon as she was uncovered, the girl moved in and wrapped her lips around the base of her womanhood, where most of her nectar had pooled. Then, she sucked, needily, whimpering and moaning as her lover's juices coated her taste buds. There was plenty to sample, that was for sure, it gushed from her opening and spilled into the smaller girl's mouth to quench her thirst, and that flow only grew stronger when she pressed her tongue inside to open the flood gates.
  Sitra took in a shrill breath this time, unable and uncaring to stifle it. For a fraction of a second, her body flinched away from the sudden, intense feeling, however that small space was easily closed as the Half-Dragon chased her sustenance and she pressed herself back against the girl's lips.
  "G-Good girl... good giiirl..." She sighed, then took her hand away from the girl's horn - she could maintain control with just her hair. She brought it around, then slipped it between her thighs, under the cloth of her lingerie. In tandem with the thrusts of her lover's tongue, she traced small circles on her clit, making her entire body shiver with bliss.
  The half-breed could feel her mistress begin to tense up in waves, the time between which was getting shorter. It drew her to increase her efforts, wanting to make her feel good, wanting to push her over that edge and give her the pleasure she deserved.
  So, with cheeks stained by the woman's juices, she moved back, just enough to gaze up and speak. Of course, the loss of that tongue in her folds caused Sitra to immediately look down to investigate, but she was far from upset by what she saw.
  Naomi stared up at her, messy faced and glassy eyed, meeting her gaze and displaying just what had become of her.
  "Please, mistress." The ashen haired girl let out softly, then moved back in and lapped at her blossom. "Please cum for me." She begged further, between licks.
  Moving her other hand from the woman's ass, she brought it around front to join its mate, then used both to carefully spread her partner open and reveal her delicate, pink folds. She loved to look at her like this, ever since the very first time they'd made love. Sitra always found it a little silly, but cute, that she took so much intrigue. Of course she couldn't examine herself from this angle, so it was fair for her to do it with her lover.
  However, right now, she didn't want to delay too long, so she didn't spend too much time admiring the view. Instead, she moved her face in and let out a soft, warm breath against her flower. Quickly pressing forward, she licked through her folds, letting that soft, pink skin envelope her tongue as it climbed higher. Once she reached the top, she reset herself and started at the bottom once again.
  The sorceress let out another gasp, her knees going weak for a moment before she found her balance again.
  The girl on her knees only made a few more passes up the length of her womanhood before she changed her pace once again. She moved her hand up, giving up on holding her petals open, and grabbed the woman's wrist to pull her hand off of her clit. Usually, that act would seem unwarranted, but this was a display now of Sitra's trust in her pet, trust that would be well rewarded.
  Her hips throbbed, her entire body was fuzzy with pleasure, her grip on the girl's hair was tighter now, not just for control but for an idea of stability as well. She was on the verge, and her lover knew it.
  "Mistress?" The Half-Dragon said softly, gazing up at the beautiful woman before her. She held tight to her wrist, then softly licked and kissed at the tips of her fingers, sending a new tingle along the domme's spine. "Would... would you please cum for me? I've been a good girl, haven't I?" She pleaded, her eyes upturned to accentuate their shimmer. Even with the slit pupils of a dragon, those orbs were always adorable, nothing more, nothing less.
  She moved her other hand up to replace the one she'd taken away, resuming those small circles against her owner's swollen clit, not wanting to leave her with a lack of stimulation. She continued lapping softly at the hand in her grasp, like a kitten at a saucer of milk, and moaning sweetly as if trying to entice her lover into agreement.
  "Please?" She asked again, her tone as sweet as sugar. "I want to taste it... I want to feel it, all over my face. I want to know I made my mistress feel good." She added. She wanted her own orgasm, she really really did, but the urge to provide one for her lover was stronger still.
  For a moment, a look was exchanged between them, a look that gave the girl non-verbal approval. Sitra didn't like to talk a lot when she was close, the nearer she came to a climax, the less she spoke. Admittedly, it was because she was concerned for her position of command if her words began to break away and scatter. But, as a result, Naomi had learned which "looks" meant what, and this look meant "keep going". That, combined with the hand urging her head back to work, was more than enough for them to understand one another.
  With that permission, the Half-Dragon moved back in to resume, quickly burrowing her tongue back inside of that endless well of honey with a delighted moan. This time, the act came with more aggression, determined to push her past her limit and get her to climax.
  The sorceress freed her wrist from the girl's grasp, though not in an effort to take back the use of her hand. Instead, she laced her fingers with her lover's and held tight.
  "Huuuh... right there..." The woman cooed, tilting back her head and rocking her hips. "Good girl... good girl..."
  By now, she'd let the enchanted stone settle down, so as to not push the girl over the edge before she was ready, but rather keep her poised at that point just before falling over. She knew she was needy, desperate, wound up and ready to burst, and she was earning her way to that finale.
  "Keep going... sweetheart..." She moaned, letting her breathy, high voice show just how close she was. Her lover kept at it, like a predator transfixed, uncaring and animalistic in her thirst, she simply knew what she wanted and was working to get it with everything she had.
  And her determination would soon be rewarded. Her mistress's womanhood was throbbing and quivering against her lips, dripping tirelessly until, finally, the floodgates opened completely and she was granted what she so desperately wanted.
  The sorceress gasped, then quickly reached up to cover her mouth and stifle any noises that might come out louder. The feeling was intense, washing over her whole body like a crashing wave trying to take her off her feet, but she kept herself steady even as her juices spilled out to coat the girl's face. Still though, her mouth hung open, she panted against her hand, her knees quivered and her muscles tensed. It wasn't exactly "easy" for her to stay upright.
  Naomi was delighted, feeling that heat gush out. As she'd begged for, she wanted it all over her face, so she nuzzled against the woman's blossom as she came, making a proper mess of herself by wiping the sticky fluids all over her cheeks and chin. She was in heaven. The flavor on her tongue was sweet and salty, not too subtle yet not too strong, a perfect blend that made her head spin with wild delight. What's more, the smell was as wonderful as the flavor, and now she'd be smelling like it for a time, which she was more than happy with.
  Sitra tugged at her pet's hair, giving it small twists and yanks, grinding against her once again to coax out everything she had to give, to leave her mark on the girl and stake her claim as she'd done many times before. She rode the pleasure for as long as she could, drawing it out as much as possible before it inevitably began to dwindle and burn out, leaving her tingly and sensitive all over, her whole body engulfed in bliss.
  Soon, she had no choice but to pull the half-breed away from her obsession-driven licking, growing too delicate to endure it any longer. However, even when the physical sensation went away, she was left with something just as wonderful. She pulled the needy girl back by her hair - who took that as a sign to stop completely and take away her hands - and stared down at her with a satisfied gaze. She was a mess, alright. She knew it would be the case, but it was always so good to see it, the thought could just never compare.
  The girl stared up at her, panting and breathless, her eyes shimmering softly. The honey on her cheeks glistened in the sun's light, showing just how much there really was staining her face, which was a sight that made the woman's heart thump with affection and desire in equal measures.
  "Good girrrrl..." She purred, bringing her hand around from the back of her head, so she could scratch under her chin instead. Everything about the scene was turning her on to no end, her juices all over the girl, how she panted hard with crimson cheeks, displaying a raggedness that had been building up since they'd begun, showing just how effective her teasing had been.
  Still, it was her wedding day, she didn't want to be too cruel to the poor girl, so she decided to move right along to the next act, which would entail her turn for some proper attention, though the first step in that plan wouldn't involve touching her, not yet.
  First, she shimmied back a little, to get a little space, then she slipped her hand down between her thighs and rubbed softly. She was sensitive, sure, but now that her panties had slid back into place, there was a small barrier to dampen the feeling, and it was a key part of her scheme anyway. Each time her fingers traveled up the length of her mound, the fabric soaked up more and more of what was left over from her climax, getting nice and wet. Once she was satisfied that most of it had been soaked up, she brought her hands to her hips, hooked her thumbs through the waistband and slowly pulled them down.
  Unlike her partner, she had a longer dress and no tail to betray her, so the process of taking them off was far less conspicuous, though she hardly cared about getting caught. As soon as they were stripped away, she shivered at the feeling. Something about going bare under her garments was so thrilling to her, and it was simply more fun when her thighs were slick with arousal.
  The smaller of the two stayed on her knees and watched intently, waiting for another command, hopeful that she'd get her turn after all her hard work.
  Sitra smirked down at the girl, then tossed her underwear carelessly onto the girl's face, leaving the piece to drape over the left side and cover one of her eyes. The half-breed flinched as the cloth came down, but she quickly corrected herself to stay at attention, wanting to continue the good behavior.
  "You're such a messy little thing..." The woman mused, looking down at her and licking her lips - messy or not she still looked delicious.
  Naomi simply nodded, both shameful and relishing in the moment. She loved it, in all honesty. She loved the humiliation and the objectification, she loved when her partner treated her like this, shaming her and toying with her.
  The woman gave a soft, smug laugh, with the intent of further pushing that shameful feeling. "Clean yourself up." She said, then picked up the pair of underwear and dragged them to the middle of her face, covering both of her eyes for a second.
  To the ashen haired girl, the gesture translated into "use these to do it", so she reached up and lifted them off of her face. As the veil of dark cloth was lifted, she peered up at the woman, her eyes the shade of a reddened sunset, shining with desire. Happy to obey, she wiped her face, slowly, with the set of dark lace, diligently cleaning the mess "she'd" made on herself, while further marking herself with her lover's scent.
  She took her time with the process, making sure to get every inch of skin, even the spots that didn't really need it, simply enjoying the act for what it was, more than the actual purpose it served, she was more than happy to play with her mistress's intimates.
  Though she was enjoying herself quite a bit, she didn't take TOO long, since she didn't want to delay any plans her mistress had. Plus, as she no longer had a hot, wet flower or the taste of its nectar to distract her, she was once again back to reality and more aware that they were in a public space.
  Believing she was sufficiently clean, she took the bundled up cloth away from her face and offered it up, accompanied by a submissive gaze with upturned eyes and a deep red blush.
  Pleased with the display, the woman grabbed the damp, warm clothing from her hand, clutching it and bunching it up into a tight ball. "Mmmm... that's a good girl." She commended. "Now, on your feet, sweetheart."
  She didn't need to be told twice, as soon as the command was given, she scrambled up off of the ground and got back to her feet, standing obediently before her owner.
  Suddenly, Sitra took her by her horn again, pulling her head to the side and pushing her back so she was against the wall. Her thoughts began racing. Had she made a mistake? Did she do something she wasn't told to do? Why had her mistress grown so fervid so quickly? Why was the look in her eyes so fierce?
  Her heart quickened to match the pace of her mind, but just as soon as the confusion had begun, it faded back when her lover gave a softer smile. Now and then, the sorceress just had those intense moments, sometimes just to toy with the girl. She knew it, but they'd still catch her off guard.
  The woman got gentler with her grip and gave a low growl. "Gooooood...." She praised softly and leaned in to peck the head-rushed girl on the lips. "Open." She then instructed, giving the new command to keep things rolling along.
  After the sudden burst of energy, Naomi had been left reeling, suddenly finding that timid nature pushed back onto her, which was likely what her lover had been aiming for. As a result, her obedience came with a certain reluctance, answering with a gulp and then a shy nod.
  Slowly, she opened her mouth, staring up at the woman with a nervous gaze, still determined to please. For this, she was rewarded with a satisfied look which, admittedly, did help to fend off her reservations.
  She couldn't help but give out a soft moan as she suddenly found herself being gagged with her mistress's underwear. She still had a lingering flavor of the woman on her tongue, but after soaking up the better portion of an orgasm, there was plenty more still clinging into the fabric, and she was perfectly happy to have it between her lips.
  Still staring up to her owner, she sucked on the panties and savored the honey they had been stained by. Now she understood why she hadn't let her take them off to make her cum, she wanted them to be soaked for this part...
  It still wasn't quite as good as getting it from the source, but it was certainly better than nothing at all, and right now she wasn't really inclined to ask for anything more than she was being given.
  Looking back at the girl, Sitra's expression still held that look of triumphant pride. She could never decide which part she liked more, having a pretty little toy or demonstrating her power over that toy. The two options would usually swap back and forth, depending on the day, and contend for the spot of her second favorite thing in the world. They'd never have an option to take first place, though, that spot was forever reserved. It belonged to Naomi.
  For a few moments, she just gazed at the girl, her little trophy pet. She couldn't help but admire her, sometimes. She was beyond adorable, and the desperation in her eyes never failed to send a tingle up her spine. How she could maintain such an innocent appearance, even with cum on her face and a gag in her mouth was almost... inspiring.
  Leaning in, the sorceress placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, one that was different from the kisses she'd administered up until now. This one sprouted from a tender passion, it wasn't lustful or rough, it was just sweet and it made her lover's heart flutter. The Half-Dragon always loved those kisses, she loved any kiss or bite or lick her mistress gave her, but the tender ones were the most special. Whenever the woman kissed her that way, she knew she'd done good, she knew she'd been a good girl.
  Another gaze was exchanged for a few moments, Sitra saying nothing and Naomi unable to speak if she wanted. Then, the ruby haired domme pressed up against her lover, breast to breast, hands on her hips, to ease her up against the wall. Once she was in position, she placed another kiss on her temple, then another on her cheek, down to the base of her jaw, then her neck, stopping at her collarbone.
  Then, she went to her knees, slow enough that she wouldn't look desperate, but with enough quickness to show that she was indeed looking forward to rewarding all the hard work that her pet had put in.
  The excitement of seeing the woman getting onto her knees was almost enough to make her own give out, knowing what would be coming now. Her head rushed again, full of want and relief that it would be her turn to be sated - or, at least she hoped that was the intention.
  Taking a moment to look up and admire her lover, Sitra watched the shimmering eyes that stared back at her, before flashing a smirk.
  "Lift your skirt, for me, sweetheart." She cooed, slipping her hands up under the girl's gown and letting her hands ride up along her outer thigh.
  Made very conscious of her situation once again, the girl's blush had returned, setting her cheeks crimson with embarrassment more than lust. Still, she did as she was told, grabbing the hem of the garment and hiking it up to her belly, revealing herself for her lover.
  Her compliance earned her a soft smirk, satisfaction washing through the eyes that gazed up at her, before the woman's face disappeared under her dress.
  The domme brought her hand up and placed her palm against the base of her pet's womanhood, cupping her blossom.
  "Mmm.... now... let me have that toy back." She instructed, cutting off the flow of energy completely and letting it go idle, to some relief for her plaything. It was upsetting to be left on the edge, sure, but she still breathed a heavy sigh of repose since she didn't need to fight against the soft vibrations anymore.
  She gave a timid nod, careful to keep her skirt hiked, then relaxed the muscles she'd been straining to hold it in, another liberating feeling. Slick and hot, the smooth, round object came free from the constrictive hold - with a little help from the sorceress's fingers - and back into the hand of its creator.
  She rolled the item in her hand for a few moments, letting her fingers wick away the juices that clung to it, before she withdrew her hand and tucked it into the same pouch as she'd put the pair of panties into.
  Once that was said and done, she slipped her hand back between the girl's shaking up thighs and dragged a single finger up her slit.
  "Awww... you poor, little thing..." She let out in a teasing tone, then leaned in and blew softly against her blossom. "You seem so wound up, you must be fit to burst."
  Even just the gentle heat of her rolling breath was enough to make the half-breed tense up and shudder. She was soooo close, and she wanted it so badly. But she staved off the urge, as she'd been doing for the length of their session. Were she able to, she'd likely croak out in a begging voice, plead for her release to be granted, but... well that was hardly an option when all she could manage were half muted mumbles.
  Sitra diverted from the parting line up the middle of her folds, off to one of the blushing lips, smooth and soft under the pad of her finger, then added the slightest of scratches. It drove her pet absolutely wild. It was one thing to be teased with the toy, while the woman looked on and enjoyed the show, but it was a different thing entirely when SHE was performing the act, when it was her hands, when her face was only inches away. Then, there was the tingle of a single claw tracing her most delicate parts, speaking right to the little masochist inside of her. It didn't hurt, but it could... it could go from a sensual tingle to quite a sting in a matter of milliseconds, and while she didn't want to be scratched, the understanding that it COULD happen made her head spin.
  "You don't cum until you're told, do I make myself clear, pet?" The woman noted, looking up at her again.
  Eyes fixed desperately on her lover, Naomi answered with a timid little nod, and at the same time, she opened her legs further, as if to invite more attention. Of course, the ruby haired mistress didn't need an invitation, she'd simply give herself access, that was understood even when she was on her knees - control belonged to her and her alone, she didn't need to ask, she only needed to take.
  Pleased by the answer, she dragged her finger for one more trip down the girl's mound, then slowly leaned in. Before she'd even touch her lips to the supple skin that eagerly awaited her touch, she would stop and breathe in the scent of need that clung to her lover's thighs. It was always a sort of "soft and delicate" smell, reminding her of a flower, or a dewy morning. It was subtle but pleasant.
  "Mmmm..." She sighed softly, then moved to have a taste, dragging her tongue up along her slit with a low purr. To her delight, even more than the taste, she could feel the girl quiver under her mouth, shaking for her touch. Unlike when Naomi had been going down on her, giving little, almost shy licks, she committed right away. She parted the girl's petals around her tongue to taste the more delicate, soft skin of her inner folds, all the way up until she abandoned the course to focus on her clit.
  That was enough to make the little half-breed cry out through her gag, though it would have been a far louder sound if the lacey garment hadn't been there to mute its pitch.
  Her entire body quaked for a few seconds, and for a moment she thought she'd lost it, that her muscles had decided to give out on her. But, she held it, feeling a moment of throbbing bliss before it was replaced by a short lived but intense soreness. She couldn't really tell if she'd stopped before she fell over the edge, or if she'd started to cum and ruined it to keep from disobeying. Either way, it made tears well up in her eyes.
  "Ohhhhh, my my my..." The domme cooed, bringing her hand back to the bottom and wiping away some of the honey that had started to spill. "You really are just barely holding on for me, aren't you?"
  Her words were followed by a soft, somewhat sadistic giggle as she glanced up to see the tears that streaked her pet's cheeks, smearing her makeup as they fell.
  "Awwwww... poor little girl..." She taunted a little further, easing the tip of her middle finger up to her lover's opening. Slowly, she pressed the digit in, and she could immediately feel the girl's hole squeeze down on her as it was enveloped by the hot, tight channel within.
  Again, the ashen haired petgirl moaned through her gag, every nerve in her body lighting up like a torch, leaving her sensitive to every touch. Her head was whirling, so desperate to cum yet still holding onto that desire to serve and please, it was nerve wracking. But it turned her on so much, to be subject to it. Even with how torturous it felt right now, this would be a memory she'd remember fondly, and would no doubt call upon on a lonely night in the bath.
  What felt like an eternity passed before the woman had finally buried her finger to its base. It felt good, it made her feel full despite it being just a single digit, but really, they both knew she likely couldn't handle two in her current situation.
  Falling more into quiet acceptance than anything else, the girl went silent, save for her ragged breathing. She squeezed her eyes shut, clenching her jaw against the panties in her mouth, squeezing her hands tightly on the fabric of her dress, simply holding on for dear life. Really, it made for a wonderful display, from where the woman knelt, watching her struggle.
  However, while she was certainly a sadist, and her pet a masochist to match, she was always aware of the girl's limits, and she knew that threshold was fast approaching.
  "Mmmm..." She hummed softly and placed a kiss on the sensitive, little nub at the top of her slit. "I'm going to count down. Once I've reached zero, and ONLY once I've reached zero, I'll let you cum."
  That got a little color back into the girl's eyes, clearly sparking some excitement. Weather a countdown? She could do that, easily!
  "Understood?" The woman added, placing another kiss that sent a shiver through her body, before sitting back and looking up at her, waiting for that confirmation that the rules were clear.
  While she had a little burst of energy, hearing that an orgasm was only a countdown away, Naomi's body was still tired and stuck in that shy pose, so the nod that confirmed her understanding was a very slight one, but it was enough to satisfy her lover.
  Before giving another word, the domme gave another kiss on the exact same spot, then - slowly - began to move her finger inside that tight, wet channel. Then, she started the count.
  "Thirty..." She said softly. 
  That was almost enough to make the petgirl's heart sink. Thirty? That felt like such a high count. But she steeled herself with a more positive thought. She'd lasted this long already, what was another half-minute?
  Another kiss followed her thoughts, followed by another number. "Twenty-nine..."
  The finger inside of her was slow and diligent, yet moving like it was unhindered by the walls squeezing around it and simply wanted that lax pace. This was something the girl had always tried to pay attention to as best as she could, though it was usually to no avail as her head would soon be too cloudy to do so, if it wasn't already. Any time her lover used her fingers on her, she tried to pay attention to her method, to see what felt best on her so she could try and replicate it for her mistress.
  "Twenty-eight..." The woman continued her count, stopping before each number to plant a kiss, before speaking aloud each second.
  In reality, anything Naomi knew about knew about intimacy, giving or receiving pleasure, it was all because Sitra had taught her those things. Already, she'd be grateful if the methods of fulfilling her desires were all the woman had ever shown her, but it was only the tip of a great iceberg.
  Kiss... "Twenty-seven..." Kiss... "Twenty-six..." Kiss... "Twenty-five..." Kiss... Twenty-four..."
  As the numbers descended, the speed of the digit inside of her steadily quickened, and Sitra was timing everything perfectly. She'd thrust when speaking for the count, then stroke her inner sweet spot as her lips pressed to her outer one. It was mind melting and, between the gag and that sensation, it caused drool to trickle from the corners of her mouth, something she couldn't even be bothered to care about.
  There was an urge to rock her hips, to try and "help" her mistress, but she knew better, she knew if she did it would only throw off her method, so she held still. That is, until the "Fifteen..." count was followed by another digit pressing for entry. She sucked in a deep breath and attempted to keep her wavering to a minimum, but the addition of her mistress's pointer finger slipping slowly inside to join its neighbor sent a quake through her body.
  She was quite tight, generally putting in more than a single finger took a bit of work, but with how deeply her juices had welled up, it went in with ease. To her delight and slight surprise, the woman hadn't even broken her rhythm in the process, she kept the same pace and pattern with mechanical accuracy, and as soon as the second finger was at her disposal, it joined the motions seamlessly.
  The girl came back to attention - pulling out of her bliss induced haze - when the next kiss was followed by "Ten...".
  She was so close to the end, so close to that coveted release, and all she could hope for was that she'd have it, and that it hadn't all been a cruel ploy by her owner. If she were denied now, she'd break.
  At this point, Sitra's fingers were at a feverish pace, making the tight walls around them stretch to accommodate their motions, not that the girl's body had any will or intent to refuse to do so.
  Kiss... "Nine..." Kiss... "Eight..." Kiss... "Seven.." Once she had reached the final ten count, each kiss grew deeper, more lust addled and intense, and each touch of those soft, wet lips was like a bolt of bliss striking down on her from the sky.
  She panted against the gag, waiting, holding on. At this point, she was trying to brace herself for the orgasm that would come more than anything else. A week of teasing, and this would be the session to top it all off? She'd count herself lucky if she remained conscious to actually savor the pleasure.
  Kiss... "Three..." Kiss... "Two..." Kiss.. "One.." For the last three of the countdown, she didn't put any distance between her face and the girl's mound, she whispered the numbers against her skin, letting the heat of her breath supplement everything else she was doing to the girl. Then, she reached that final digit, the one her pet was careful to await. "Zero..."
  As soon as the word left her lips, she abandoned her established pace, taking the girl off guard entirely, for the better.
  The pattern of thrust, thrust, thrust, stroke was left behind in favor of continuous stroking, right on her sweet spot, and the kisses that had followed each number were forgotten when the woman wrapped her lips around her petgirl's swollen, sensitive clit, sealing it off and sucking on it, rolling her tongue over it, pinching it softly with her teeth...
  It overloaded the Half-Dragon, sending her body into a frenzied fit of tremors and shakes as her orgasm slammed into her and spread through her body. She had no choice but to release the hem of her skirt and place her hands against the wall she'd been pressed to, letting the gown fall back down on her owner's head. Even then, staying upright wasn't easy. Her knees buckled and she slumped, the only reason she couldn't fall was because the woman had used her body to brace her in place.
  The feeling was intense, incredibly so, and her lover was using every trick she could to draw out her pleasure for as long as possible. Her pace slowed as it needed to, to keep in tune with the girl. Her fingers continued to move, easing off when they needed to but staying in motion the entire time. She continued to softly suck and lick the little bud in her mouth, being careful not to overwhelm it with too much attention now that she was climaxing. All with the aim of following her through and making sure those moments of bliss were as grand as she could make them.
  Then, she was given an unexpected yet happily accepted surprise, as a second wave of tension washed through the girl and her orgasm was chased by another, less intense one.
  Naomi simply went limp, her mouth hanging open as ragged gasps spilled from behind the piece of clothing she kept there. The first orgasm had been a whelming wave of ecstasy on its own, following it with another was almost too much to bear, leaving her vision blurry with shadows in the corners of her eyes, like she might pass out.
  This time, her mistress let up, slowly withdrawing her fingers and taking away her lips with a final, farewell kiss to her mound. Then, she freed her head from beneath her lover's dress, so she could take a look up at her.
  The expression on her face wasn't dissimilar to what someone who'd been woken in the dead of night might look like, present but not really there, only half aware of what was going on around her. She could feel that she was the only thing keeping her upright as well, and since she wouldn't be able to rely on the half-breed to help pick her back up, she'd just have to take care of it herself.
  Slowly, she retracted her hands from beneath the girl's skirt, then brought them to her hips to keep her upright. Once she found her footing, she carefully stood back up, making sure that if she fell, she'd be able to catch her before the ground did.
  Upright again, Sitra eased her petgirl back against the wall again, to help keep her on her feet, then tilted her head to the side and had a look at her. Once she had a nice mental image to keep, she reached up and pulled the bundled panties from her lover's mouth, then tucked them away with the other pair.
  "Mis-stress..." She said in a tired voice, wanting to offer some indication that her mind was still present, and that she was just trying to pull herself back together. More importantly, the word was meant to indicate what she wanted, and she pressed that meaning further when she leaned away from the wall and slouched against the woman instead.
  The sorceress smiled gently, leaving behind the sadistic grins and devious smirks, replacing them with a tender expression instead. Slowly, she slid her hands around to the girl's back, then embraced her close, laying her forehead on her partner's for a moment, before adjusting and kissing her there instead.
  That warm, delicate kiss flooded the half-breed with life again, bringing a shimmer to her eyes, helping her to collect herself. She slowed her breathing and focused on a deep, slow pace, calming down and recovering from an incredible pleasure, then she turned her gaze up to the woman she loved.
  Tears streaked from her eyes again, though not out of sadness or frustration, she just had a tendency to get emotional when she experienced a climax, something her partner always found adorable.
  "Thank... you..." She whispered between breaths, staring adoringly at her domme. "Thank you..." She repeated, feeling like she couldn't say it enough.
  Sitra's gaze remained tender, if one were to only see her sexual habits, they might think she was ruthless, but in reality? She was sweet, at least to the ones who mattered.
  She reached up and placed her hand on the girl's cheek, then wiped away a streak of dark stained tears that had started to run, cleaning her up a little - though at this point her makeup was entirely ruined and would need to be properly washed away.
  "You're welcome, sweetheart." She answered before planting a kiss on her forehead, then another on her nose, then a final one on her lips. "Can you walk?" She asked, her tone now soft and kind, with no trace of that aggressive domme she was only minutes ago. "We shouldn't leave our guests for too much longer, we don't want to be rude." She mused with a small laugh, then gave another kiss.
  Each peck on her lips warmed the Half-Dragon's core, dosing her with little waves of energy to bring her back to her strength. She'd managed to find her feet again, with her lover's aid, so she could at least stay upright on her own now, though she certainly didn't mind just laying against the woman.
  She laid her head on the sorceress's chest, then nodded and let out a soft, happy sigh. "I think so." She answered, drawing up a small laugh from her partner.
  "Well, just in case, I want you to stay close to me. Understood?" She responded, pulling a hand from her hip and seeking her partner's to grab. Once she'd found it, she gave it a gentle squeeze, then laced their fingers together, making sure they wouldn't come apart.
  Slowly, a little space opened up between them as they both shuffled back to look at each other. Naomi smiled sweetly and gave a happy, obedient nod of her head.
  "Yes, mistress, I understand!" She chirped, squeezing the woman's hand.
  Then it was Sitra's turn to give a sugary smile.
  "Good girl." She cooed, letting a small hint of that domme energy back out in the tone of her words, like a confident purr. "Come, my sweet." The woman instructed, taking the lead and moving a few steps before being stopped by her lover.
  "W-wait... I'm a mess, could I go and clean up, first?" The Half-Dragon requested, well aware that her hair was disheveled, her makeup was ruined and her face was covered in dried cum.
  The ruby haired woman looked at her with a raised eyebrow, only turning halfway to meet her gaze, making sure she knew the course would remain unchanged.
  "So?" She asked, a small, smug giggle slipping her lips.
  The reply painted a fresh blush across the girl's cheeks.
  "What if someone... notices..?" She asked, looking at her with a slight desperation in her eyes.
  The woman hardly missed a beat with her response, however. She turned to face the girl straight on, then shrugged her shoulders.
  "Let them." She said, her tone casual despite the subject, though it was easy for her to say when she wouldn't be the subject of humiliation. "As long as we've been gone, I doubt there's many illusions about what we've been up to."
  She couldn't exactly disagree with that, but still, the half-breed was nervous at the thought.
  "Now, come along. Or perhaps I'll just announce to everyone what I've been doing to you and save them the trouble of reading the obvious?" The woman said, turning back around and relaxing her grip on her partner's hand, to head forward without an anchor. But she knew the response she'd get, more or less, she was simply playing for it.
  "H-hold on!" Naomi blurted, shaking her head. "You don't have to do that!" She let out, then scrambled to follow, tightening her own grip to make sure her lover didn't slip away from her.
  That put a smirk on the domme's lips.
  "That's what I thought." She said, waiting for her petgirl to step up beside her so she could plant a kiss on her cheek. "Good wife."
  Hearing it said aloud was almost... odd... but it was true, and when spoken about it seemed to add to the weight of it. It had been made official, they were married, and that was an overjoying fact that she would be happy to get used to.
  She giggled softly, then turned to lick her lover's cheek, tasting some of her own nectar that had spilled onto her skin.
  Fingers threaded together, the set course to rejoin the festivities, both their pairs of underwear still stowed in the woman's tunic, both smelling of sex, though Sitra wasn't nearly as visibly messy as her blushing pet-bride... 

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