In Heat - Jenlisa

Chapter 43 - Satisfaction

"Satisfaction," Jennie breaks the silence, apparently feeling the need to commemorate this final offering. "As soon as you come, it is null."

Lisa shudders under the sting of heat, her skin throbbing as the wax cools enough to solidify into shape. It feels oddly appropriate that Jennie chose the lowest part of her stomach for this particular rune, though Lisa wonders how Jennie had known such a sensitivity existed.

The extent of Jennie's awareness never ceases to amaze her.

"It's active," Jennie murmurs, drawing away.

Her warning is unnecessary. Lisa would know something is different purely from how drunk she suddenly feels. From one heartbeat to the next, she becomes dazed, like she's somehow fallen into subspace while managing to keep her mind awake.

She feels perfectly at ease, no fear to be found.

"It's the trance," Jennie whispers to her. "Just the rune at play. You won't drop from this, I promise."

Lisa's face grows warm. "Okay."

Jennie hums. "Does this embarrass you?" she asks, thumb brushing Lisa's cheek.

"Feels good, Jennie," she replies, swallowing hard at the look that inspires as Jennie considers her words.

Her honesty is appreciated, judging by the scent of honey beginning to seep from Jennie's parted legs.

"You remember each sacrifice, right?" she asks.

Lisa nods.

"Say it," Jennie orders.

"N-No light, no clothes, no come," Lisa squeaks.

Jennie's lips quirk up.

"No artificial light or Illumination is lost. No fabric or Inhibition is broken. No come or Satisfaction disappears," she agrees. "Know your limits, Lisa."

"But I have you for that," Lisa mumbles.

Jennie pauses, her eyebrows raising almost in spite of herself. Lisa can't help but smile.

***

Jennie wonders when, exactly, she acquired such a bratty submissive. After that last declaration, Lisa actually smirks, the disrespectful thing.

Lisa without insecurity is proving a formidable adversary for Jennie's self-control.

"Jen?" Lisa asks, her voice coming out unsure.

Jennie's chest gives a dull throb with the aching need to be close to her, a need she will thankfully be able to sate without much humiliation thanks to the necessary aspects of this ritual. Physical contact will be essential, and while she could just have them hold hands, why shoot so low when the big game is still in sight?

"Come," Jennie says, slipping off of the bed and holding out a hand.

Lisa takes it without hesitation.

***

When Jennie leads her into the circle, Lisa feels as though a blanket has fallen over them. She hears nothing outside the candlelit boundary, not the rustling of the curtains, not the creak of an old building. The silence is deafening.

"We'll sit together," Jennie insists, taking a seat on the floor and dragging Lisa into her lap.

Lisa curls into herself, grateful for the warmth of Jennie's chest against her back but still embarrassed to meet an Kim ancestor while naked and in highly inappropriate physical contact with an unmarried descendant.