There was no way for Lies to escape this now; she had sealed her own fate. The way that Saffron looked hungrily down upon her, possessively holding her against the bed sheets, perhaps this wasn’t something spur of the moment anymore. It was clear that this was something that she had been waiting for a long time. She more than wanted it, she craved it. She silently vowed not to protest, for she knew that she wanted it, all of it. Was it the emotional pain of persecution that they referred to when they said that love hurt or was it the physical rough and tumble that fiascos in bedrooms seemed to cause? Whatever the answer was, it was irrelevant because Saffron had already begun.

The soft, pale pads of five fingers began stoking her ever-so-ticklish sides, slowly forming their own rhythm. There was some kind of barbaric tempo to committing this sin. The chorus of stressed synchronized breathing, the heart’s fast quick drum, all crescendoing up to that one point where the ecstasy was so dense it mocked the darkest of black holes. Then it would rest for a measure or two and start in all over again until the sun interrupted them signaling that painful double bar line.

The snake bowed down, gently brushing her lips tantalizingly against Lies’s forehead, before nuzzling her nose against her neck. Saffron sighed whimsically, as Lies’s body reacted in the way she knew it would. Her body contorted, as she threw her head back, causing her spine to arch upwards. Meanwhile, Lies’s hands were clenched into fists around the places where she had grabbed her at the back of tank-top. She trust up, as Saffron hammered her back down into the bed, interlocking their legs like fingers on opposite hands. She was simply enjoying the sensation of Lies’s skin against her own. But she paused, giving the smaller time to get her breath back, and open her eyes to look at her.

Lies felt the green optics implore her own, asking if she had consent to continue. It as certainly different from anything else Lies had ever experienced, she was asking if she could have something that was more than in her power to just take. Saffron wanted to go there, but she wouldn’t if that was as far as she wanted to go. The homunculus allowed the smile to creep back onto her face, showing that she was not about to stop now. She felt Saffron kiss her yet again, but this time it was rough and unrefined, leaving her lips tingling as if waiting for something more. Was it wrong for her to want it? She didn’t know and she honestly didn’t care, it was all about what felt good and right at this moment, and it was beautiful in its own heretical way.

The pace began again as Lies felt the breath from the Chimera convert from shallow, low huffs to faster, deeper, inhalations. What she didn’t know was that the girl pinning her was pin-pointing her scent, getting lost in it.

It wasn’t long before Saffron tasted the very thing that smelt so alluring to her. Her tongue pausing here and there, causing Lies to squirm. Every time that Lies bucked her hips up Saffron did the same, harder ramming her down. She moaned, not being used to affection that was quite this lavished.

Maybe it was just her imagination, but Lies got the feeling that there were little sore spots on the crest of her pelvis. She made no further though of it, nor did she mention it to her partner. She couldn’t really feel it, the adrenaline pulsing through her made sure of that.

As Saffron made no move to stop her unrelenting barrage, Lies decided that it was time to give her some of her own medicine. Struggling to find Saffron few elusive ticklish spots, Lies finally succeeded. She felt Saffron’s backbone arc, and there was a recess to her movement.

The snake collapsed, her breath rapid and heavy. Lies looked down on her with mild concern. Had she pushed things too far perhaps? Not a chance. Mere moments later Saffron was rubbing at her stomach suggestively.

“Ready for level two?”