Ivy struggled and whinced, her legs trembling against Lila's firm grasp. The situation could have been far worse, given that they were engaging in a public display of affection. But luckily for the heiress, no one but the twins remained in the bedchambers.
Sonera had already left in a flash of sparks, taking Lunae with her outside to save Ivy a front row seat to whatever they were about to engage in. And as for Rena, she was long gone, having captured Alia for reasons one could only imagine.
Still, it felt wrong.
Yet she couldn't resist.
Her beating heart wouldn't let her.
Ivy had quite a lot on her mind and countless things to say. Rena's dream was worth talking about, along with their encounter with the Harrow. But as Lila breathed down on her, all she could think about was how submissive and intoxicated she felt.
Lila was of the same mind. She was thoroughly rattled by the revelation that Rena had a child, and still shivered at the thought of the Harrow along with Sonera's brewing condition. But amidst her panic, she felt the boundless desire to be closer to Ivy.
The Earthling leaned down, pressing her pelvis between Ivy's legs as her face drew uncomfortably close. They could feel each other's warmth and began to froth at the mouth for the potential of a kiss. It was so close yet so far.
No matter how much they flirted or trapped themselves in romantic poses, there would never be a proper confession until they kissed. The heiress and the common girl, destined to deny their feelings. Lunae and Sonera were no doubt stuck in a similar predicament, given how frequently they engaged in shameless acts despite their reluctance to kiss.
They didn't have the courage for it either.
How ironic that Rena would figure herself out so quickly. The second she felt a Psionic bond with Alia, she took the moment by the horns. There was no telling if the bond would even last.
But then again, Rena did always seem a bit more mature than the other girls. She didn't have that layer of selfish pride to uphold.
"Lila-." Ivy panted, sharing the Earthling's breath as her eyes began to tremble and flicker with red. "We can't-."
She could feel her mind melding with Lila's, their memories intertwining in real time. It was an intense sensation, causing both girls to flinch. Every thought that crossed their mind was laid bare, including Lila's more dastardly fantasies.
"I know I just-." Lila stammered, her face turning red. "I..."
It was hard to say the words.
I want you.
Ivy seemed hardly offended by the story painted in front of her. She was deemed attractive and was positioned in so many different humiliating predicaments in Lila's mind. To save the Earthling embarrassment, she said nothing of it.
Stupid girl.
You won't ever catch me like that.
The heiress was more concealed in that sense. Even as she felt the cusp of a Psionic bond, she remained a bit retracted. Such actions were taken not out of distrust towards Lila, but as a form of protection.
She couldn't tell why.
Still, Lila was breaching her defenses with each labored breath. The way her pelvis shifted and ran against Ivy's most private of places left the heiress completely exposed. It wasn't long before she slipped and released a rather pugnant whimper.
"Pah!" She shot out a strand of saliva as her legs shook.
Lila quivered for a brief moment, unable to grapple with Ivy's beauty. Her warm, tender thighs, as well as her squishy chest, were all pressed up against her skinny figure. But more importantly, Ivy seemed distressed, activating a carnal urge within her.
Oh, but to be given the chance to ground her into the floor.
"I-I'm sorry." Lila lamented.
"No-no you're..." Ivy looked away with shame in her eyes. "Just...take me out on a date first."
"Date?"
That sounded official.
More official than flirting and frolocking.
"A date," Ivy repeated.
Lila finally pulled away, allowing the heiress to catch her breath. If she really wanted, she could have bred the Ivy right then and there. It would have been so easy, thrusting into her like a feral animal.
That's probably what Rena was doing.
Inventing new Psionic arts.
But Lila knew better. Her mother raised her well. She had self-control.
"A date then." The Earthling smiled.
"I'll wait for it." Ivy nodded, wiping a bit of saliva off the corner of her mouth.
Lila scratched the back of her head, trying not to look towards the twins or Yrix's office out of fear of embarrassment. There was no real use in hiding it, however. She was in love with Ivy.
In hindsight, that was insane.
Ivy had mistreated her.
Abused her.
Gotten her killed in a dream.
Perhaps that was her calling in life. To be there for a broken heiress, at the precipice of insanity. It made Lila feel special.
And given what the Consortium had taken from her, it felt good to be special. Made things easier to ignore. Still, she hadn't forgotten her mission.
Take Ivy out on a date.
Protect her friends.
Prove Yrix wrong.
Then again, they were all the same mission. As long as Lila fought with her heart, ignoring the growing pains of Psionic ascendancy, she was proving that monster wrong.
"Well." Ivy shook herself off, returning to a normal sitting position after closing her legs. "I wonder what Lunae is up to."
"Probably getting plapped." The Earthling shrugged.
"Lila!"
"What. If I almost did it...innocent lil ol me..."
Ivy crossed her arms and began to pout.
"What!" Lila grinned sheepishly. "It's true!"
"Just cause Alia has no class doesn't mean Lunae is that...baseless."
Lila squinted. "Girl, she let me grab her boobs."
"At my behest!" Ivy fumed.
"She a hoe."
"Well, maybe Sonera-."
That idea didn't last long.
Sonera was a beast in disguise. Given the chance, she would gladly serve Lunae a side of passionate lovemaking. Everyone knew it.
Or she'd get torn apart.
Either way.
Lila sighed. "I'll figure something out."
"Hm?" Ivy raised an eyebrow.
"For our date. We all deserve a good time."
Ivy nodded, revealing a rare but genuine smile. "I'm sure you'll figure it out. You always do."
- - - - - - - -
"Gah!" Lunae grunted like an animal, pressed against the stone walls of the Aerie.
She had been transported outside the building, her chest squished against the cloor brick as Sonera restrained her arms from behind. She knew what was about to happen. But instead of protesting, she took every measure to ensure it carried on.
Sonera needed it.
Lunae needed it.
They were both broken, shadowed by impossibly powerful creatures that demanded their servitude. But with each other, they could find salvation. Perhaps the real final shape was just a bit of lovemaking.
Not whatever the Harrow was yammering on about to Sonera.
Lunae knew about all that.
She gleaned it from Sonera's mind.
Just like Lila and Ivy, the pair was beginning to meld, their Psionic bond strengthening over time. They were on the cusp, edging the precipice of finality. Soon, they would be one and the same, sharing their pain and their love.
But for now, in the meantime, Sonera was far more focused on making love. It was a simple way to relieve the stress. To forget the pain.
Who needs a voice in their head when you have a beautiful girl?
"Kuh!" Lunae continued to moan, as Sonera slammed into her from behind.
She had the girl completely enraptured, held against her will as her body was transformed into a tool for septic release.
Part of that was a falsehood, however.
Lunae wanted it.
Although the fantasy of being held against her will was rather fun.
"Lunae." Sonera's breath hitched as she held a gloved hand against the girl's mouth.
With one hand, she pulled down on Lunae's bra, revealing her chest in its fullness as she utilized the rest of her body to ram into the alien beauty. It was a wholesome affair, forged from love and desperation. Togethor, as one, Lunae and Sonera united.
Quite ironic considering they hadn't confessed.
Lunae's body continued to shudder, her soul consumed by pleasure and fulfillment. All she ever wanted, since the moment she first laid eyes on Sonera, was to be taken. Wrapped up in the arms of a mighty yet feeble warrior, she felt complete.
Unlike the rest of her people, whose sinister crimes she was all too familiar with, Lunae had chosen the path of love. Furthermore, her mind lapsed along with Sonera's, not out of brutal domination, but true unity. This time, she barely had to move a muscle.
Sonera wanted it.
And so, Lunae felt the luscious memories of her companion. She saw them all, however, briefly, in their fullness.
Three.
The Bratva.
Her ballet.
Sonera felt something similar, imbibing the primitive violence of Lunae's people. But after all she had experienced, it wasn't particularly terrifying. Blood and darkness were her path after all.
That being said, she could hardly even comprehend it.
Lunae's memories.
What she could comprehend, however, was the feeling of the girl's heart-shaped bottom as it slammed against her lap.