Mia smiles with satisfaction, passing the coin back to the twins who pass it onto the seated woman, who pulls free the small and formerly concealed usb drive. She holds it up with a ruthless smile. “Whatever do we have here?”
“Porn!” you blurt out, “The weird kind, tentacles everywhere!”
The twins giggle. “And do you imagine yourself as the monster,” one starts, “or the ‘victim’?” the other finishes.
You try not to swallow your own tongue.
The twins nod to each other, “The victim.”
Your cheeks are burning. “Stop doing that!”
They both feign the most insincere innocence, ears conspiratorially flicking to each other as they fake gasp, “Doing what?”
“Stop, assuming things about me!”
“True things?” one asks, “Secret things?” the other finishes. They lean forwards again, large ears focussed on you, dark eyes brimming with excitement as they stare deep into yours, smiling. “Like how you want to be lost in pleasure?” “Overwhelmed by too many intense sensations?” “Made to orgasm until you beg for mercy?” “And receive none?” “Filled in every way all at -”
“Aha!” you point triumphantly. “Wrong! I actually have a strong gag reflex, so you got that one wrong!”
They both smirk. “And the rest?”
Your eyes widen.
Their ears tense with satisfaction. One of them chuckles and one of them chirrups, a sound that leaves you even more lost for words as they sit on the very edge of their seat, their white-tipped caramel tails whipping excitedly behind them, openly undressing you with their black eyes.
You find you can’t handle their gaze and keep your breath steady all at once. You look over at the seated woman, see her amber eyes alight with amusement, notice she’s holding a metallic-red phone with your usb-adaptor and drive both slotted into the base. Your heart skips a beat. But then you remember something, and you breathe out a small sigh of relief.
She smiles in amusement, holding up her phone to show the on-screen prompt. “One encrypted file. And the password is?”
You summon the last of your courage. “Okay, ready? No spaces, all caps, three words: go fuck yourself.”
Silence follows, long and unbearable. It’s almost a relief when you hear a low rumbling rise to fill it, Kana squeezing your shoulders as she growls right behind you.
“Kana!” Amelia and the seated woman say at once, Amelia continuing, “Stop, you’ll scare her!”
“GOOD!” Kana growls, her fingers like steel knives on your shoulders as her claws dig into your skin.
The seated woman does not yell, her voice staying dangerously level. “Kana, let go.”
Kana’s hands freeze. “But, but this little brat insulted you! She can’t get away with that!”
The seated woman’s ears fall. She sighs. “And so you’ll let her dictate your actions then? Give her complete control over what ‘can’ and ‘can’t’ happen? I taught you better than that.”
“I, I…” you’d never have imagined Kana lost for words, “I’ll teach her she can’t-”
“You’ll do nothing of the sought.” It’s not a command, but a statement of fact. “You’ll sit down and let Amelia take over.”
Kana slowly lets go, taking another stunned second to stand. She moves to sit heavily on the couch across from the smirking twins. Kana’s black ears flatten, and she crosses her arms and glares icy daggers at them. The cold of her slitted eyes becomes artic as she lowers her glare on you.
You’re grateful for the distraction of Amelia coming and kneeling behind you, her soft legs wrapping around yours, her arms reaching around your waist and your shoulders and pulling you back into her body. You’re still kneeling but are leaning back off balance, held up by Amelia’s warm softness pressing into you from behind, her breasts spreading across your back.
You shiver as she breathes in next to your ear, “There we are, all safe.” She’s holding around your body in a way that should feel sexual, could at any moment, but also feeling so warm and secure you can’t help but sink back into it with a contented sigh.
You feel her soft hair stroking your cheek as she leans down to your neck. “Now then.” You breathe in as she plants a warm kiss on the base of your neck, holding your breath as she continues, “won’t you please,” another soft kiss, “pretty please,” another, longer this time, her hot lips sucking the bridge of your neck and making your voice shiver out of you, “please be a good girl?”
You cry out softly, both at the pang of gender euphoria and at her lips sucking higher up your neck, making your spine arch into her as you lean back panting, hearing her implore, “Please, tell me what the password is?”
You hear yourself breathe out shakily, “G-g-go fuck yourself,” adding awkwardly, “S-sorry.”
You hear her make a sorrowful noise, feel a stab of pain at the memory of her hurt face, try to set your jaw against it. She’s manipulating you, can’t you see that?! You can, but she’s doing it so well, making you feel so loved and cared for that you don’t want to admit it isn’t real.
Distantly you hear the seated woman speak, her former sternness gone, replaced with one of brimming excitement. “Mia, would you be so kind as to help… convince our guest?”
Mia whines. You wonder again if you heard that right, and wonder doubly at how a whine could sound eager and needy. You feel her weight shift forwards on the mattress, shudder at the unexpected feeling of her knees pressing in between yours. She pushes outwards, opening your legs wider. Your black jeans become taut over your crotch, which is already feeling its own tension, a feeling you desperately try to push down for reasons that are becoming increasingly hard to remember. You look forward, see Mia right there in front of you, so beautiful and so thrilled to be there, breath coming in short, eager huffs as she leans forward over your body, her ears perked and pupils swollen round.
You can’t look away, even when you hear the seated woman add: “This should help.” You half see in your periphery her pass something to the twins, hear them giggle as they pass it down to Mia. She doesn’t look as her hand closes around it, her smile broadening.
She brings that clasped hand up your body, extending one finger and thumb, claws clinking around the pull of your vest’s zipper. She keeps staring into your eyes as she eases the zipper open.
You hear Amelia make that sorrowful noise that hurts your heart. You remember her arms around you as they reach inward above Mia’s descending touch, Amelia taking hold of the open center of your vest just as the zipper pops free. You breathe in as you feel her lean in to plead in your ear, “You don’t have to do this,” and pulls your vest open, sliding it down your unresisting arms.
You struggle to form words, your breath coming short and hard, all while trying to think of anything other than hard. “W-what, what do you mean?”
She slides the vest over your trembling hands, moving her waist back a little to pull the vest out from between your bodies. Then she takes hold of your sides and pulls you back into her warmth again, felt even more clearly now through your thinner top and the straps of your harness. Her voice is as warm as she is, inviting and invigorating as she whispers in your ear, “You could be mine.”
You breath out a shuddering whimper, try in vain to hear through your thundering pulse as she continues, “You could let me look after you, keep you safe. You just need to trust me, and tell me the password.”
You feel a sour pang of betrayal at the non-reveal of her agenda, that feeling taking root as Mia adds, “Or you could not.” You focus on her, letting her gaze hold you as her hands lay on your black top just above your breasts.
You hold your breath, until she reaches in to unclasp the upper buckle of your climbing harness with a meaningful click. She keeps staring excitedly into your eyes, drinking in your reactions as you feel her run her hands down your heaving chest and trembling stomach. She adjusts her grip with a high-pitched gasp, fingers reaching down your waist towards the well or tension you’re utterly failing to control.
You hold your breath, waiting, feeling her take hold of your lower buckle and unclasping it with another meaningful click that makes you whimper with disappointment.
Mia is breathing quickly again, her breaths making that huffing sound again as she stares at you with unconstrained excitement. She seems to take great effort to pull her hands away from your waist, reaching up to your shoulders to slide the upper straps of the climbing harness down your arms, dropping them over your hands. She leaves the harness hanging loose around your knees as she takes hold of your wrists, pulling just enough to make you feel her strength, and you hate yourself for how much that excites you!
You try to focus on something else, notice that one of her hands is only holding on with only three fingers, her index finger and thumb holding something else. But you are very much distracted as she leans forward over you again, bringing her lips so very close to yours that you can’t breathe, so close you can feel her voice inside your mouth as she groans, “I hope you don’t tell us the password.” She breathes out shakily over your lips, her tone high with need as she adds, “Because I’m really looking forward to making you scream it instead!”
You feel Amelia gently reach across your neck to cradle your jaw, turning your unresisting face to stare into hers, right before you, feeling her breath on your lips. “Oh please, Vili,” you breathe in her breath that just said your name, “please let me look after you. Tell me the password.”
You feel Mia’s breath moving down the exposed other side of your neck, feel her move all the way back up again to whisper desperately in your ear. “Please don’t.”
Your mind is so completely overwhelmed, your heart pulled in so many directions you just can’t keep up, can’t breathe, can’t do anything but frantically whimper, “Go fuck yourself?”
You hear Mia make that high pitched whine, letting go of your wrists and reaching eagerly up to you. You’re still looking into Amelia’s eyes, your heart hurting with her sorrowful frown as she lets you go. The pain swells as she does, so much more important than the small wet sound coming from Mia, as of someone putting something in their mouth. But all of that is forgotten as Mia takes your face in both hands, forcefully turning it away from Amelia and, without a word, pulling you into a desperate kiss.
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