In Heat - Jenlisa

Chapter 36 - Reckless

As soon as the noise leaves Lisa's throat, she knows she's made a fatal error.

"Oh, Lisa," Jennie sighs. Her lips curl up into a mockery of a smile. "Always whining for me, aren't you? Poor Puppy, begging for attention."

Lisa's blush spreads to her chest. Humiliation burns hot in her throat, but she can't bring herself to protest when Jennie's looking at her with those eyes. And anyway, how is Lisa supposed to deny something that's objectively true? She is always begging for Jennie's attention. She is always, as a general rule, some level of desperate for her.

Lisa just hadn't realized that Jennie noticed exactly how much.

"Yeah," Lisa shakily admits, eyes squeezing shut. "Always want my Jennie."

For a moment, there's silence, like the instant before a match is struck into flame. Then Jennie exhales, Lisa opens her eyes, and there's a flash of pale skin and wild eyes before teeth scrape the skin of her throat.

"Fuck," Jennie hisses into her neck. "Lisa, you little minx," she spits it like a curse. "I am not marking you on my unmade bed in our dorm room."

"I w-wouldn't mind," is her immediate, unthinking response.

Jennie's hand slides down to Lisa's hip, presumably to hold her still, but her palm twitches and Lisa feels a sudden hand between her legs. Jennie smacks the inside of Lisa's thigh, urging her to spread her legs, and Lisa nearly strains something in her hurry to do as told.

Her skin is hot where Jennie slapped her, the burn only exacerbated by the slick splattered across her thighs.

Jennie makes a low, involuntary noise against her neck as she pushes a finger inside of Lisa. It's so unexpected, so reckless compared to the unerring control Jennie had displayed even through her heat, that Lisa throws her head back and blows way past whining to begging in a drawn-out, wordless moan.

Jennie curls her finger, inciting a shiver of heat up Lisa's spine. Her stomach muscles flex as she rucks her hips up, and Jennie gasps against Lisa's throat like she intends to inhale her very essence.

"Please," Lisa cries, feeling the tension tighten inside her.

"Please, Jennie. Make me come, need to come, please say it, tell P-Puppy to come."

Some clarity returns to her eyes at the sound of Lisa's voice. Jennie shifts her arm like she's going to pull out, but Lisa's hand darts between them with a mind of its own and grabs ahold of Jennie's wrist, preventing her from withdrawing.

Jennie's skin will bruise if she's not careful, but Lisa is beyond pulling her punches. She's too close to relief, still babbling like an idiot, and Jennie's fingers curl harder, dragging her nearer and nearer to the edge.

"Puppy," Jennie says, the word breaking halfway out. "Puppy, you—how close are you?"

Lisa can barely think, can barely breathe, but she has enough presence of mind left to whine,

"Gonna come."

"Fuck," Jennie mutters. "Lisa, stop," she commands.

Lisa freezes, every movement coming to an immediate halt besides her heaving chest and hammering heart.

Jennie's fingers twitch inside of her, some aborted movement that she ultimately resists enough to slide out. Lisa whimpers at the loss, feeling tears prick at the corners of her eyes. She's on the brink of sobbing right up until she notices Jennie sucking the slick from her fingers. Lisa's mouth pops open, her impending meltdown dissipating like a gust of hot air as Jennie returns to her original position on top of her.

Whether Jennie can sense how frayed she feels or not, this is precisely what Lisa needs to keep from falling apart. Jennie's weight grounds her, her scent holds Lisa steady and sure in the present. She won't drop as long as Jennie does not let go of her.

"I'm sorry," Lisa eventually whispers, legs still shaking. "S-Sorry, Jennie."

Jennie sighs, smoothing Lisa's hair back from her face.

"Don't apologize," she murmurs. "You did nothing wrong, good girl. I just couldn't let you come. It's a necessary part of the ritual that you're clean."

Lisa frowns. "But...I don't have anything," she ventures. "You—Jennie, you know I'm clean. I just got tested before my heat—"

"Not that kind of clean," Jennie states.

Lisa pouts. "Then what kind?"

She's still throbbing, each pulse like a heartbeat between her legs. It's honestly cruel of Jennie to get her so close and prevent her from going over. If she wasn't still dizzy with warmth, she might even complain.

Then again, Jennie has very generously let her off the hook for her earlier transgression with just one single instance of edging; she could do a lot worse, probably, and Lisa isn't too keen on riding the punishment train just for the hell of it. Not yet, at least. Not when there are runes and...whatever the wax is for to be had.

Jennie has absolutely no qualms about meeting Lisa's gaze as she clarifies,

"'Clean' as in free of contaminants caused by satisfaction. You'll understand soon, but either of our ejaculates would interfere with the runes."

"Oh my G-God, Jennie, just say come," Lisa pleads, her hands plastered over her pinkening face.

Jennie raises an eyebrow. "Fine. Our come would interfere with the runes, so you may not come until after our conversation with Jane."

Lisa cracks an eye open. "...Jane?"

"My ancestor," Jennie replies, a note of irritation in her voice. "She's a twisted woman. You'll love her."

Lisa brightens considerably.