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[With her current body, at least Konoha has less to fret over when it comes to foreign objects getting... stuck. Rey would not want a repeat of that incident. But she also has enough anatomical knowledge to know better.

[When she looks back to Konoha, Rey freezes, with a quiet "oh" of her own upon the sight of long, black hair, messily poured down passed her shoulders. It wasn't like this was the first time she's seen Konoha with her hair down, but it was just-- timing. The timing, and the way she's sitting there, waiting, almost expectant. Rey's breath catches at the way Konoha is looking at her.

[Suddenly, she doesn't want to think too much about what she's doing.]

N-no... Not unless you want to. Just... Just go at your own pace, whatever feels right.

[That's how it's supposed to work, she thinks.

[Remembering what she had been told at the shop, Rey finishes fitting the harness. Biting her lower lip, she returns her focus to putting it on. Her stomach clenching with the anticipation that comes when she's sliding it through and up her legs. Guiding the member for the wearer up.

[Before she allows herself to tense, she also remembers what Konoha had told her what to do with the vibrator. She's already wet down there, welcoming the inner part of the harness inside of her with a gasp, shuddering all over.

[Hesitant, she reaches down to touch the tip of the strap-on. The brief contact sending a light, pleasurable shock between her legs.]

Fuh... Fuck... [Rey sucks in a sharp breath, turning to Konoha again. Sweat beading down her brow with a conflicted look on her reddened face.] This shit... f-feels weird...

[Penetration is still fairly new to her. She probably got ahead of herself. Should've asked Konoha for help. Hindsight is twenty-twenty, and taking it out now would just increase discomfort.]

[As normal as it was in her own world, Konoh doesn't quite register her hair as lovely, a thick and luxurious mane that admittedly has become even more beautiful in Lunatia with access to... a lot of chroma money to buy camellia oils with. Subtly aromatic, too.

But there's nothing subtle about Konoha watching what Rey is doing. This time it's... okay, yeah, that looked... a more appropriate size for what she had going on down there now. Her fingers curl a bit more noticably between her thighs, not quite realizing that she's started to rub just a little bit, like she had before... but that's Iris for you.

Except- Rey is already sweating? She said "Weird" not "Good-Weird"? Was something wrong?]

C- Can you not walk... ?

[Like... over to her... over to her where she was waiting... where she'd decided to... be the lady on top... but that means she needs someone to get on top of... and she's not a jinba anymore, she can't just lift Rey up like it's nothing anymore? Rey's the one who lifts her up now!]

Bad weird?

[Not many of the women Rey had been around before Lunatia had a habit of growing their hair out, let alone keeping it down. For someone who habitually cuts her own hair to manageable lengths (with a knife, no less), long hair was a luxury, as was fancy products. The latter which Rey had indulged in from time to time, rather than the former. She happens to be fond of citrus-scented soaps.

[Either way, Konoha is a welcome distraction until Rey realizes her legs are too stiff to move right away. Her mouth tightens into a thin line, weighing her response.

[Instead, she just. Goes for it. Moving one foot after the other. Awkward steps towards the futon, which thankfully she hadn't set her bags too far from.

[Christ. How the hell do people with the "equipment" move like this?]

Ah, no no no! Th-think I got it...!

[Asking for help isn't an option, since she knows that Konoha is in no position to help move her. Rey has to do that herself.

[It's easier said than done, but she does it. Quick to drop to her knees once she returns to the futon, releasing a deep exhale that she hadn't realized she'd been holding.]

It's... It's just d-different, is all. [Rey finally adds. It might help to lie down or something while she gets used to the feeling.]

[Okay, not a bad weird... !

Konoha manages to focus up, at least, pulling her hand from between her thighs and shifting slowly more onto her knees than sprawling half on her side, watching with a touch of concern as Rey made her way over and managed a sit herself.

As much as Iris, like breeding season, (which... she wouldn’t have as a human, huh!), urged her just to act...

This was still new, still a friend whose lines they were maybe really blurring, but someone who was helping her out of a very uncomfortable bond, and so she’s trying to put Rey’s comfort first even while... Rey was maybe trying to put helping her first.]

Should... would it be better to lie down?

[If she was going to be on top it would have to happen anyway... and- with a helpful gasp, Konoha reaches over (almost tips over) and grabs a pillow, presenting it to Rey with a blush and a smile.]

Here- !

[For, you know. Her head.]

[Through her physical unease, Rey manages a quiet laugh when Konoha tries to help. With a small smile masking her discomfort, she accepts the pillow presented to her.]

Th-thanks. It, um. Might be easier to...

[To lay down now, as suggested. Which Rey starts to do after she's placed the pillow down in a more convenient spot on the futon.

[Once she's more horizontal, it doesn't feel so bad anymore. She wonders if she should've done stuff like this sooner to try and better prepare herself for more penetrative objects, but she never considered that it'd be necessary with so few partners to turn to. Frustrating as Sanguis has been most of the time, she doesn't have the same needs as those under the other moons do.

[With her new position assuaging much of the tightness from below her belly, Rey relaxes onto the cushion under her back. Her eyes fluttering shut for a few seconds before looking up to Konoha dreamily.]

That's m-much better. [She lifts a hand, beckoning her closer.] Think it just takes some getting used to. I'll b... be fine.

[Once Rey lays down Konoha starts scooting closer bit by bit, even before she beckons her over. Very sneaky-like, very restrained, of course, but.

She leans forward and over, just a bit, too distracted now to think about putting her hair back up, a subtle scent of camellia accompanying the way long black strands fall over her shoulder as she leans over to look first at Rey's face... and then drifting down... down...

And she can't help but. Lift a hand to gently poke the tip of the phallus sticking up from the harness with the pad of a dark finger, biting into her bottom lip and nibbling on it to prevent herself from smiling a bit too eagerly.

Down, Iris- !]

Does... this mean you can feel that?

[In... a sex toy sort of way?]

[It's a nice smell. Distracting enough that Rey doesn't focus on the strangeness of the sensations.

[Until she is startled by a tingle from deep within. She flinches, more from surprise than anything else. Her eyes widening before covering her flushed face with both hands.]

Mng... Mmhm.

[Rey nods in response, if her affirmative moan wasn't obvious enough. Trying not to feel weird and exposed under Konoha's scrutinizing gaze and chance to decide how to start this.]

W-wasn't expecting it... like that, but... yeah, I f-felt that.

[Her knees shake, legs starting to pressed together despite how futile it is when she can already feel it inside of her.]

[Oh... She did feel it.

Curious, Konoha can't help but... poke the dildo part again, this time leaving her fingertip against it and dragging it down to the base towards the harness, nipping a bit harder on her lip as she split her attention between Rey's face and her reactions there to the toy.

She might not know much about them, beyond what she'd learned last time, but...]

Does... that mean you'd feel it... if I used my mouth... ?

[Or was that weird? It just seemed... kind of dry right now, and as wet as she was herself... the idea just comes to her. Besides, if it was this size... and also not actually flesh and blood... and she was human... she could actually try doing it without worrying about her sharp canines hurting her partner or the sheer impossibility of trying to swallow a jinba's cock???]

[Such measuring contacts to the external dildo sends pleasing shocks between Rey's legs in tandem. Nothing too intense, but not knowing what Konoha is going to do and when makes her a little jumpy.

[Peering between her fingers, Rey watches Konoha seemingly ponder on her options. And there are plenty, from what she was told.]

Sh-should. [Rey sputters out, the anticipation and the creeping tremors inside of her so soon after her last orgasm rattling her a little. Not unpleasantly so, if the tiny squeaks and the way she squirms upon Konoha's touch is any proof of that.] The... They said that w-was one of the uses...

[Meaning if that's what Konoha wanted to do, it would still have a desired effect. And it might be better for her as well, not to slide it in dry like Rey had done. Exactly the kind of rookie mistake she would make, of course.

[The vendor had also mentioned various functions as well, including things she could do with the harness by herself. When she first heard that, it sounded pointless. Why bother with a strap-on at all if she's going to be the only one using it?

[Then Konoha keeps touching it. Rey pants, expecting more but not knowing exactly how it'll feel like now that it's in. And she's starting to have more of an idea how a novelty like this could be utilized on so, so many ways.]

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[Well, in that case... Konoha was going to try more than one new thing today.]

Mmmm... then I’ll try that first.

[With a new focus in mind, she shifts carefully back on her hands and knees so that she can pad around the mattress, urging Rey’s legs to part enough to make room for her to crawl and settle between her knees, hands coming to rest briefly on her hips as she stares with red cheeks and hungry Iris eyes at... what she definitely would have labeled “way too small” not a few days before. But now...

It would soon become obvious that while Konoha doesn’t have much experience putting things in her mouth... she did have experience with her mouth. Not knowing how exactly the toy was doing what it was, but seeing it was doing something to Rey, she resolves to start out like she usually did-

Which meant pressing warm kisses and gentle nibbles more lips than teeth up the underside of the fake cock, her thumbs rubbing eagerly along the line of hip and just dipping into inner thigh. Curious, she pays attention for any of those little sounds Rey had made when she touched it with her hand, working her way up... to lave her tongue over the tip, suckling curiously for a moment before she pulls back just a little, breathing a bit fast already in anticipation.]

How’s that... ?

[Oh, it tasted... well, fake, but. Otherwise...]

[While almost everything to do with sex is new and strange to Rey, the use of one's mouth for pleasure is still particularly unusual. Especially when it came to things not even attached to a real person? When she was told that some enjoyed harnesses and dildos orally, it'd just seemed stupid at the time.

[That was until Konoha moved closer. Rey's legs urging a little apart, her knees bent on either side of Konoha. And her chest tightens before anything even happens.

[Seeing her from this angle is... unique, to say the least. Do people get turned on by things like this? She can understand why. It's not often that she lets anyone do whatever they want to her. Even if she trusted them, she still has issues with that kind of thing.

[Except she doesn't mind the way Konoha gets a feel of the fake member, with experimental touches and licks. The silicone material doesn't seem like something that should go in someone's mouth, and yet it could, so Rey wonders if it does anything for the person giving as well.

[On her own end, the more Konoha touched it, the more the other end already inside Rey sends jolts into her body. Her hips jerk against Konoha's mouth, her hand muffling squeaky moans as her feet slip and slide over the futon sheets. For a moment her free hand covers her eyes, before Konoha stops and speaks again and Rey peeks down again.]

It's... good. [Rey's shaky voice sputters when she attempts to speak a few times, until she can make more coherent words:] H-have you, um... done things like that before? With real...?

[Probably not with a strap-on, that's for sure.]

[To be fair, Konoha was exploring the toy almost as much as she was intentionally trying to give pleasure... maybe a little more, actually, but that was to be expected, surely. She’s never tasted silicone before, that’s odd... and it’s not quite warm, like she’s used to, but she could fix that...

Though she holds off lapping against the device as she waits for Rey’s answer, just her thumbs continuing to slide along the line of her hip bones beneath her, slow and soothing, making sure her pelvis didn’t jerk too much or squirm out of her reach, an intentional pressure but not one meant to truly entrap.

At the question, she nods a little, still red in the face, and... still completely oblivious to how many details is appropriate to share in the bedroom. Especially when Iris was filling her thoughts with the desire to rut and breed.]

Mmhmm... my teeth are really sharp, so I’ve never tried to do it like humans do... but Gonta really likes it...

[In her actual mouth, she means, the more intense suck and swallow upon a member... but it’s precisely because she’s never that now she’s actually curious... now that no one risks being hurt in a sex accident, anyway. And though again, like... almost every sexual encounter she has with someone else, her husband’s name comes up... weirdly, no one has ever told her to stop doing it.]

Stuff like this...

[... probably because rather than making her shyer or guiltier with the reminder that she was technically committing adultery, it seemed to make her... even lustier, urged on by very pleasant memories and the throb of love in her hearts that translated all too well these days between her legs, hips swaying behind her as she demonstrates what “this” was.

By arching low enough that she can just manage to press her breasts around the toy, lowering her head to swirl her tongue around the tip, lavishing it (and therefore Rey?) with attention. It was harder like this, Gonta was much larger so she didn’t have to crane her neck down so much, but it still worked!

And even though she isn’t the one being stimulated, it served more than well enough to stimulate the mind, a low, rousing hum audible as she carefully began to rub the phallus between her breasts as she suckled on the tip, her eyes half-closed and cheeks ruddy.]

[Oh, it definitely worked.

[Much as Rey fought the urge to hide behind her hands, she's fascinated by what Konoha is doing. The way the feeling of her breasts translate into soft vibrations against the walls of her own pussy. How the attention Konoha gives to the tip sends waves through the harness, that Rey can't help but convulse under the subtle clouds of pleasure.

[What more, as Konoha works on the prosthetic, the more her body seems to start accepting the other half. The discomfort becoming less and less until only bliss pulses through her.

[If Rey hadn't already invited the other woman to talk about her actual experiences, she might be upset at Konoha bringing up her husband specifically at this time. As it is, it's comforting to know that this is (kind of) normal. That this is a thing people do with each other. And now it's being done with Rey.]

Hah, fuck... fuck, th-that's... [Her lip trembles as she struggles for words.] You're... You f-feel... so good. P-please... please, I...

[Not just what she is doing with her mouth that shares its pleasures feels so damned amazing, but the intimacy of it as well. Something Rey could never experience on her own. Toes curling, her feet squeeze Konoha sides just for what little she's done right now. Rey's frantic gulps of air turn into repressed cries for more. Her hips lifting slightly against Konoha's mouth, urging her to continue in one way or another. Silently begging for more.

[Christ. If it feels like this now, what's it going to be like later?]

[Konoha has never taken the time or thought to consider if she was good at this. To her, if her husband was happy then she was good at it... but she really is. Not... at oral, itself, per se, or this or that, but what Konoha is insanely good at... is affectionately and earnestly attending to a partner. She listens, she observes, she changes what she does very subtly in reaction to chase what seems to feel the best, even as her own brain is hazy and stuffed with lewd thoughts and Iris or breeding season lusts. Because she likes it- She likes making other people happy.

And thanks to how this toy worked, Rey seems quite happy. Each little gasp and plea she hears makes her squirm in turn, wet between the legs and eager herself, but first-

There’s a soft pop, a glistening trail of saliva that disappears in a slow swipe of tongue over lips as Konoha pulls off the tip of the toy, swallowing as she looks down both anxiously and excitedly. She knew the theories of it, she’s just never risked trying, so...

Her dark eyes flick up towards Rey’s face, warm, bronzed breasts still pillowing the pink phallus as she swallowed again. In anticipation this time. Something new. Something she couldn’t (well, shouldn’t) do in her natural body.]

I’m going to... try it like humans do now...

[That’s the only thing she says before she lowers her head again, long hair spilling over her shoulders and down her arms as she braces herself, presses a few tentative kisses to the now warmed tip... and then parts her lips, curiously taking the false cock into her mouth and gently running her tongue along the underside as she swallowed it carefully bit by bit-

Until her mouth is full, her teeth are blessedly blunt, and she releases a curious moan muffled by the toy, one eye cracking open to try and look at Rey’s reaction.]

[At first Rey has no inkling of what "like humans" even entails. The practice of fellatio had never appealed to her long enough to pay much mind to the gritty details. What it felt like, how it worked, the sundry ways one could enjoy it...

[None of that matters now, though. Not when Rey is getting a firsthand understanding of what Konoha had meant when she envelops the whole of the phallus with her mouth. A yelp catches in her throat, hips twitching at the sudden, more powerful ripples of vibrations spreading through her nethers. The well sculptured muscles of her sweaty abdomen tighten, trembling legs instinctively pulling apart to make room for comfort. Her cunt more welcoming to the inner dildo than during her initial attempt to just slide it in. Even the movements of the outter piece Konoha has trapped in her mouth presses against Rey's sensitive places, the harness rubbing against her more accessible clit as her lower half squirms. Pleading for more of it.

[Without realizing what she's even doing, she reaches down and grabs the crown of Konoha's head. Her nails curling through long, smooth hair compared to her own. While Rey throws her other arm over her shoulder to grip the pillow her head rests upon, her fingers hopelessly knead Konoha's scalp.]

H-humans do... this... What...?! [Rey attempts to exclaim, the only remotely coherent words that stammer out of her as she tries not to thrash about. Her incongruous yells probably not even English, as they don't remotely sound like things being translated for Konoha to comprehend.]

[That is... kind of exactly the reaction she'd hoped for, which. Is kind of thrilling, in a way, she wasn't sure if it would be as good for a girl with a strange Lunatian toy as it was for a man... but Rey is making all sorts of nice noises, her hips and legs are shifting, squirming, and oh... her hand is on her head.

Maybe that isn't anything to human woman, but for Konoha, who was used to using her mouth to pleasure a man who couldn't physically reach her head when she had her head between his legs... it adds to the novelty and excitement of a new experience, urges her to do even better. She doesn't let her enthusiasm get the better of her, though. She's careful as she slowly takes in as much of the fake cock as she comfortably can, stopping just a bit over halfway down when a tickle and tightening at the back of her throat almost triggers her gag reflex. And gagging isn't sexy (well, not for her), so she moves one hand from Rey's hip to curl around the base of the toy and mark that spot with her fingers, make sure that if the other woman started bucking upwards it woulnd't accidentally go too far back-

The question... surprises her, admittedly, distracts her enough that though she starts to hum an affirmative around the silicone phallus, she ends up pulling her mouth off of it for a moment, tongue lolling and panting softly as she nods, feeling weirdly proud of herself as she looks up Rey's body and notes the clenching of hard muscles, the hints of sweat and the way she grips the pillow. She must be doing good- !]

You didn't know... ? Human men really like it... I had to kick prostitutes out of the bunkhouse all the time after paydays, and they were always using their mouths.

[For someone with as cute and innocent a face as she looked to have, Konoha can speak about some things rather frankly... it's the 1620's in a world and culture with very different ideas about sex... and while some of the men on her yard had been respectful of her gender, she still was foreman of a group of very rough and masculine blue collar workers. She heard plenty of things. ... and saw some things, too.

Now that she has her breath back, she looks down to see if she's accomplishing her goal of making the toy wetter and warmer, getting there... and then turning her somehow both shy and mischievous at the same time face back towards Rey.]

Do you want to peak like this, or should I try mounting... ?

[She doesn't actually... wait for the answer before she curiously goes back to fellating the toy, though, this time experimenting with how she used her tongue and bobbed her head to feel the pressure on her scalp.

- She was listening, though!]

[No, no gagging, please. That's the kind of thing that made Rey wonder why anyone would enjoy giving oral in the first place. But Konoha doesn't seem to mind, so it can't be that bad.

[For someone from a somewhat more socially progressive future where certain labels and concepts have become obsolete, there are still a lot of things Rey has to learn. Given that not even her memories have allotted her much preconceived knowledge of intimate relations, things that should be obvious to even the layman is confusing and alien to her. She'd lingered near soldiers who shared graphic stories of their private affairs amongst each other, but very few had bid Rey into their personal circles. Probably because she didn't want to be. Most of her past selves were reclusive, lone wolves, only working with others when the situation required it. When someone needed something done quietly and efficiently, she was often tasked with those missions. During recreational periods where they weren't actively fighting and killing... others had kept a considerable distance from her. Mostly because of just how efficient she was at the killing part.

[That wasn't to say there hadn't been the occasional companionship, though. Hell, one of her past incarnations had made an effort to get closer to someone, but her buried impulses repelled such things to have been successful. It hadn't been until her last death that several of her old restrictions had been lifted, and she was free to seek out whatever she wanted.

[Old habits, however, died hard. But Lunatia had liberated much of her inhibitions that prevented her from pursuing physical comfort and pleasure. From enjoying festivals and holidays to, apparently, indulging in the novelties that this world had to offer that allowed Rey to experience things she'd never could before.

[Novelties such as the one she's wearing now. Prompting her toes to stretch outward as her legs stretch apart into a kind of butterfly pose. Her vision dimming into a haze of white for quick flashes of time. It takes a fleeting second for Konoha's voice to register as words. Jaw clenched, her back arches a little, as the toy works as intended by stimulating the arousal between her thighs.]

I... I d-don't... know... [Rey gasps between her teeth. Eyes locked on the movement of Konoha's head over the phallus that's attached to her body, her mind too blank to muster a solid answer right away. Her fingers just curl, twisting and unintentionally tugging the black hair she's suddenly caught a fistful of.] Is this... Is it g-good for you, too...?

[Konoha mentioned that men like it. Do women, as well? Rey knows it's wonderful for her because of the harness, but she's not exactly reciprocating at the moment, and she wants Konoha to feel the same.]

[She doesn't know, she says, but Konoha... is actually kind of enjoying herself. Sure, it didn't actually do anything for her specifically, but... she's been wondering what this kind of thing would be like for a while now, especially since she'd woken up with human legs and blunt human teeth and realized that if she was going to couple with someone in this form it would probably be safer to choose another human...

So when Rey's fingers curl and tug in her hair, a sharp pressure hard enough to more than register but thankfully not hard enough to truly hurt, Konoha finds that she releases a muffled moan onto the harness-strapped dildo, encouraged by her partner's expressions of pleasure. She just nods at first, busy experimenting with closing her lips around the toy and swallowing to tighten the vacuum of her mouth, but- Oh, she should actually answer...]

I want... to imagine what it's like...

[Even if her answer is half muffled and wet, speaking with the phallus still half in her mouth, rolling on her tongue as she pulls her other hand off Rey's hip to move instead between her thighs, spreading them wider now that Rey had moved her legs so that she can stroke herself while she sucks her off (as weird as being able to do that to a woman was- !)]

Show me... ?

[Look, she couldn't... actually ejaculate like a man, so sure, it wasn't exactly the experience she'd imagined, but it's close... Rey's close... and it's arousing for her just to see and cause it.

Which she dedicates herself to, taking the now warmed and slicked toy back into her mouth eagerly, head bobbing up and down in the grip of Rey's hand in her hair, her fingertips rubbing slow and heavy over her own arousal in the meantime.]

[It isn't clear what Konoha is asking first. That is, until Rey cracks an eye open, privy to a view of the other woman's head betwixt her thighs not going anywhere. Her own breasts glistened with sweat heaving while her body shakes with the hungry desire for oxygen, but more so craving release.

[Turns out, she does know what she wants. Or, rather, what she doesn't want:]

D-don't... Don't stop...! [Rey croaks, her sight blurring behind her welling eyes like two tiny emeralds peering down at the other woman. Despite her showing no signs of stopping, the same two words escape again and again between cries of Konoha's name.

[Recognizing the familiar movements of a woman pleasuring herself, Rey bends her knee at Konoha's side. A quiet "don't" shakes out but easily slips into her previous mantra, urging to keep going. Her body betraying her determination to be the one to give than receive. That was how she preferred it, right? That's how it always should be...

[But Konoha doesn't stop and, try as she might, Rey doesn't want her to. The swell of climax cinching the muscles of her abdomen and spreading through every nerve in her being.

[Throwing her head back against the pillow, what remains of her composure abandons to the pleasured howls of Konoha's name, over and over. Her spine arches, until the weight of her body is supported by only the strength of her shoulders and the tips of her curled toes digging into the sheets.

[She might not be capable of ejaculation, but any experienced woman would be able to descry the throes of climax. Her arousal seeping through the slick sides of the harness just above her opening.]

[Not stopping is easy at this point.

Thankfully, Konoha had possessed the forethought to curl her fingers around the dildo at just about her limit for how much of the toy she could fit into her mouth without discomfort, because it saves her from gagging when Rey starts to buck up in the throes of pleasure. Even though she doesn't differentiate one "don't" from the other, she does get the feeling (more than a feeling) that Rey isn't used to being the one spoiled, being the receiver.

But Iris did more than make her lusty and insatiable. It also made her even more affectionate and willing to care for others, and though she ends up touching herself through it, her focus isn't on the ache between her legs. It's on how loud Rey's climax is, how interesting and odd it was to feel the thrust of a member (fake or not) into her welcoming mouth, how weirdly difficult and yet arousing it was to try and keep sucking on it through the arches and bucks of Rey's body-

And how it leaves her panting excitedly when she finally releases the toy with a light scrape of blunt teeth and a wet smack of sound, leave a last, long lick along the length before she raises her head. Her dark eyes are sparkling with excitement, her expression weirdly victorious in sating her curiosity, in proving to herself that she could manage it if it was human-sized, if she didn't have sharp jinba teeth, like she thought she could... !

And oh, Rey looked... like that toy vibrating inside to the sensations on the outside part... was doing a really, really good job. Which she intends to say something about, but.

Hold on, one second, her jaw is kind of tired. New muscle use.]

[For a few seconds, she's frozen, her body lifted inches in the air and shaking as her hips continue to jerk from the aftershocks of the orgasm. Her hand slips from the pillow, covering her face. Still reeling from the sensations communicated between the two members, before she slowly starts to come back down from the high.

[As she does, the familiar lines of dim red light up all over her body. From her bare legs to her stomach, up her chest and fading under her chin. Lasting no more than a blink before it's gone.

[Like before, she doesn't seem to notice, though. Just collapses in a satisfied heap over the futon, legs sprawled out and arm falling at her side.

[Hoarse from shouts and gasps, Rey clears her throat before opening her mouth to speak. But all that comes are moans of varying octaves while catches her breath. The white noise buzzing in her ears fading back into the soothing ambiance of the storehouse, as well as Konoha's presence.]

[Konoha is tempted, she really is, to keep teasing... but considering that... she wants to make sure that Rey is recovered by the time she mounts... she decides to be a merciful partner. Instead of continuing to lap along the toy or slide her fingertips along it to stimulate the part of it inside Rey, she just watches with a content look for a moment, moving her jaw around to loosen it back up before,]

Mmm... that looked good.

[Which. Might be an understatement, considering how loud and active Rey had been, plus those funny vein lights of hers... But it was a good place to start as Konoha carefully moves back to her hands and knees in order to start to slowly crawl up the other woman's body, placing heavy, slow kisses on her thigh, the point of her hip, her firm belly.]

[By the time she removes her hand, her complexion has cooled to its original shade, though considerably flushed under the slick layers of sweat and arousal. Her head is still spinning when she opens her eyes to find Konoha climbing on top of her.

[For a moment she forgets to breathe, survival instincts seizing up at her considerably more vulnerable position than she's used to. But as she dries her eyes with the back of her hands and sees Konoha more clearly, she visibly relaxes again. The corners of her lips pulling into a smile in spite of the tears streaming down the sides of her face. She doesn't even know why she's crying, or if she's actually crying at all, or if it's just her response to something other than pain. But they're far from expressions of regret.]

It was-- [She swallows hard, her throat dry.] --better than good...

[Blissed out from the dull throb inside, Rey lifts a hand towards Konoha. Not reaching for anything particular, but just wanting to touch her again in some way. Any way.]

[At first, Konoha's gaze is focused on Rey's skin, kissing along where moments before there had been bright lines like fire. Rey's skin smells nice and warm, it was nice and warm, and though she's aching for more she isn't in a rush to push the other woman out of her post-orgasmic haze. Except...

She props herself up a bit by straightening an arm, moves to tuck her long, now disheveled black hair behind her ear, and notices... hmm.]

... Is that why you're crying?

[She just has to make sure, even though she thinks she knows the answer. As much as Konoha tended to act on her feelings, in moments like these... that was probably worth checking in words.

Just before she continued kissing her way up.]

[Immediately she looks almost petulant, especially when she hiccups and covers her mouth.]

M'not crying...

[Okay, maybe she's crying a little bit, but she isn't sad. She is the complete opposite of sad, and that by its very nature is overwhelming. Konoha doesn't just make her body feel good, but her heart as well. Makes her feel cared about even when she came here to be the one doing the caring. Who does that, honestly?]

You're always just... so nng-nice to me. [She sniffs, bringing her hand back to dry her face again, while Konoha proceeds to travel towards her with sweet kisses.] And I... I don't... always know what to do. You d-didn't have to do that, but y... you did, anyway.

[She turns her head, swallowing the staggering emotions that are written all over her visage, as if she could hide them. At one point, she could hide them very well. But the pleasant waves still rousing her nerves leaves her sensitive to Konoha's touch more than ever, and the shivers and whimpers are more telling than any confession Rey could ever make. That she isn't even fully satiated.

[Fuck. It isn't even her moon cycle. This isn't Sanguis making her feel this way. It's her and she has nothing else to blame for it.]

Hhh, how... How do people live with all of this...? F-feels like I'm about to burst.

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