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"Dang, she must really like her gifts..."

Shiori stumbled out of their brand new SUV with a certain weakness to her knees. If she was this exhausted after their impromptu session in the car, how was she going to handle the sex later that night when Nerissa, the birthday girl, will be calling all the shots?

She eyed the gifts that Nerissa had unwrapped at the restaurant, sitting in the back row of the vehicle and the ones stuffed in the trunk too. Shiori knew she would need several trips to carry those in, and there was more exhaustion to be had tonight that didn't involve manual labor. She'll just get them tomorrow, she concluded.

Meanwhile, the birthday girl had just run into their house with their intermingled cum dripping down her legs as she tripped over her own feet, only saved by the fact that her wings kept her off of the ground. In the absence of wings, Shiori herself followed the bird demon's example and hurried inside. She headed straight to their bedroom's en suite bathroom as fast as she could through sheer force of will.

Per Nerissa's request, the two of them showered separately. Shiori was fine with it, since she figured having Nerissa join her would have defeated the purpose of a cold shower anyway.

When she re-entered the master bedroom, sweet-smelling and squeaky-clean, she did so in a leisurely manner, eager to indulge in her nostalgia. She was going to miss this room a little bit, no matter how much she had been hating on it recently. Their new house that they will soon be moving into was much bigger and more modern, but this place had its charm. It held a lot of memories. And while it was old, it was also familiar.

It was home.

Which was why she was quick to notice a suspicious addition to the furniture: an unfamiliar chair stood near the center of their room, facing towards the open space in front of their TV.

"Rissa! What's this chair doing here?" She raised her voice to reach the sound demon in the guest room that no one was using. Then silence.

Maybe she's still in the bathroom? Welp, that long pretty hair takes time to maintain after all.

Left with nothing to do, Shiori inspected the chair briefly.

It looked fairly normal. If it was for a prank, the most harm it could do was to break under her. It fit Nerissa's taste in furniture, but why it would be here instead of in their new house was a mystery.

After poking the legs, the seat, the backrest, and the armrests, she concluded it really was just a nice, normal chair. No structural failures nor any hints on what she was supposed to do with it… other than sitting on it.

Shiori checked the clock. She had barely spent five minutes inspecting this randomly-spawned chair. Still no Nerissa in sight either, leading her to decide that she could spend time on her phone while she waited.

Ah, it's no problem. She can take her time… though it does feel kinda lonely right now.

She decided to use the chair for its intended purpose and sat down, then whipped out her phone and opened her camera gallery. Not even Shiori, for all her distance and aloofness, was immune to the giddiness of scrolling through the pictures taken mere hours ago, of Nerissa's birthday dinner where she gave the latter her engagement ring and had her put hers on in return. Her scrolling finger's long vertical swipes on her screen stopped when she found the first images they took at the restaurant.

Swipe. Swipe. Swipe.

Because Shiori had already settled their food and payment when she made the reservation, the only thing they had to do when they reached their private table was for Shiori to present Nerissa with her gifts. Her bright, excited smile shone in the picture, and her effortless beauty took Shiori's breath away. And that was before Nerissa began uncovering them.

A donation made in her name to one of her favorite charities.

A Kuromi fountain pen stationery set that came in an elaborate-looking gift box and included a 'rebellious black' pen, several Kuromi pen clips, and Nerissa's favorite among the other bits and bobs: a golden bookmark with Kuromi's silhouette shaped like a fountain pen nib. Somehow, despite the Kuromi theme, she kept finding cute little things in the set that reminded her of Shiori. Bookmark aside, there was also a gorgeous pen stand that depicted Kuromi standing behind a potion cauldron and a wizard hat pen top, both of which reminded her of Shiori's witchy interests.

A 1:12 scale figure of Astarion made of pure obsidian from Shiori's throne in The Cell. He was standing with one fist raised and the other on his waist, while one of his feet was placed triumphantly on a rock. Most importantly, he was wearing a chef's hat. Shiori intended for him to stand on their kitchen counter to accompany Nerissa, because Shiori herself was repeatedly getting banned from their kitchen.

A year-long membership to a monthly premium pickles subscription, along with their welcome box containing two jars and an info card.

"Is that fresh habanero?" Nerissa asked while peeking into one jar, then she read the ingredients of the other. "Real bourbon and maple syrup? Cayenne pepper? Would you like to try one with me, Shiori?"

"...Both of them are spicy? That welcome box sure doesn't feel welcoming."

They continued talking animatedly about the gifts even as they progressed through dish after delicious dish.

Swipe. Swipe. Swipe.

Their appetizers were made of puff pastry and the restaurant's homemade bacon rolled into spirals and baked until the pastry layer was a golden brown. Each little spiral was dripping with a sweet orange-colored sauce made of butter, onions, and apricot preserves, a balance of sweet and salty to prepare them for the meal to come.

Swipe. Swipe. Swipe.

Then they were served a flavorful soup with a base of a rich, slow-cooked beef broth. The soup was full of carrots, onions, and celery, along with huge chunks of tender beef, and was additionally flavored with saffron and black pepper. Shiori could remember how warm it made her feel after every spoonful.

Swipe. Swipe. Swipe.

After the soup came the salad. The lettuce was so fresh that it crunched in their mouths with every chew. The grilled chicken mixed in was juicy and flavorful, up to the last morsel. The dish was flavored generously with salt, pepper, a classic Caesar dressing, and parmesan cheese.

Swipe. Swipe. Swipe.

Their main course was prime rib aus jus encrusted in garlic and herbs and cooked to a perfect medium rare. It was served with mashed potatoes and asparagus that were also drizzled with the pan juice. The velvety-smooth potatoes and the fresh asparagus provided smooth textural contrast with the juicy, perfectly-seasoned meat. Even the red wine paired with it was perfect.

Now that dish, Shiori remembered, transported her to another dimension. She completely missed what Nerissa looked like enjoying the meal, what the other diners were doing, and she didn't even care what she herself looked like as she devoured her own food. At that moment, it was just her and her beef. To be fair, Nerissa probably thought the same as she polished off her plate.

Swipe. Swipe. Swipe.

Ah, the chocolate lava cake with vanilla ice cream, the one dessert she had tonight that didn't involve her mouth between Nerissa's legs. Only about half as sweet and a thousand times as likely to give her diabetes. The warm cake had a rich, gooey center and was topped by creamy vanilla ice cream that had visible flecks from the vanilla bean seeds.

She continued going through shots of food and of them while eating, including a picture of Nerissa staring at the newly-served prime rib with hearts in her eyes, and another that they had a server take of them during the meal.

Then, the proposa—err, ring-giving.

The first relevant picture was of the magic chocolate sphere served on top of a slice of fruit-stuffed pastry, and surrounded by raspberries and blueberries. The next few shots were of Nerissa holding the small white pitcher of hot chocolate, poised to pour it on the sphere. She looked pretty excited about having a second dessert.

Of course, the highlight was the pictures of when the chocolate sphere had melted: Nerissa's eyes and mouth wide open in shock as she stared at the plastic-protected velvet box inside the remainder of the dessert. She had dropped the pitcher, and it was left to a panicked Shiori to catch it before it fell onto the table or the floor.

Shiori chose this presentation instead of getting down on one knee because she still held onto the interpretation that Nerissa had already proposed, and it would be stealing credit from her if Shiori framed this as a proposal. Rather, this was just her giving Nerissa and herself the appropriate accessories for the engagement that Shiori had already said yes to.

But Nerissa obviously saw it differently.

Shiori could remember that the first thing out of her mouth was a scream of 'Shiori?!' that was so loud, so high that Shiori swore it could have shattered glass. She wasn't sure if they were expected to eat the remains of the sphere or if it really was just intended to be for spectacle, but Nerissa had guzzled the melted chocolate and fruits down while crying about how happy she was.

A sound between a sob and a snort escaped Shiori at the memory of it. After all, it was she who should have been dying of euphoria at the thought of marrying a person as perfect as Nerissa, not the other way around.

She was so deep into reminiscing, so ready to relive more of the moments that followed, that she didn't notice the clicking of stiletto heels approaching. Suddenly, a hand slammed against the backrest of her chair, which made her look up at her fiancée's angry face.

"Hey! What's so fun about your phone that you couldn't even spare a glance at your wife?!"

It was then that the Archiver noticed that the room lights had been changed to a mix of pink, purple, and blue – Nerissa probably did that when she came into the room. The contrast between the harsh light of her phone and the hues that now bathed their room rendered her partially blind.

Shiori stared at her owlishly both in surprise and confusion. "Uh… you?" she offered while raising her phone to Nerissa's eyes. She swore she saw that sharp pink gaze soften at the picture of them smiling while holding their hands up to show their new rings. But if that happened at all, it was gone in a flash. Nerissa coughed into her hand before meeting her gaze again.

"Well, I'm right here. Have been for the past whole minute. Pay attention to the real me when I'm here, please. I even dressed up for you."

Nerissa did a twirl to show off her outfit. Her skirt fluttered just enough to give a peek at what she had underneath. Shockingly enough, it was not nothing. "What do you think?"

In truth, Shiori could see neither too much nor too well while her eyes were still adjusting. The rectangular imprint that her phone's light left on her eyes had yet to fade away. Until then, she couldn't make out much aside from Nerissa's silhouette. The play of light and darkness barely showed off her 'great, great assets' as they deserved.

"I can't see shit. But I'm sure it suits you, Rissa; everything does."

Even squinting, she can't see as much as she'd like, and it was making her impatient. Luckily, there was more than one way to appreciate a body.

Shiori dared to reach out to the squeezable-looking flesh but her hands got swatted away by the end of a wing and were placed squarely on top of the armrests.

"Patience, my darling," Nerissa murmured while her thumb stroked Shiori's slightly parted lips. "You like your new chair?"

"I mean, it's fine. But you could have just taken the one in my office though, right? Or a random one from our dining room? Or one of the three stools from the kitchen bar?"

Nerissa rested her arms on Shiori's shoulders and maneuvered herself with a flap of her wings to sit on her lap, knees on either side of Shiori's hips.

"Those other chairs would not survive the way I plan on riding you tonight." A particularly expressive part of Shiori's body made the slightest twitch at those words. But judging by Nerissa's smirk, it was all she needed to feel the movement too.

"To be fair, this—" The side of Nerissa's foot nudged the wooden armrest. "—wouldn't either. But at least this way, you'd have something to sit on for work next week. Just trust me, okay?"

"Well alright, Rissa. I'll put my trust in you and go along with whatever you have planned. You're great at giving gifts, so I'm sure your surprise will be amazing."

Nerissa smiled and instinctively patted Shiori on the head upon hearing her satisfactory answer.

"Thank you. That's sweet of you. But don't go too soft on me now."

"Oh, don't worry about that. Soft is exactly what I'm the opposite of."

Nerissa ground her hips forward, and she knew Shiori was telling the truth. Shiori took this contact with relief, not of her lust but of her heart.

Lust was easy. But love? Vulnerability? Pulling her heart out of her chest so another person could see into it, weigh it for what it's worth? That's hard. Just like what was between her legs.

Shiori's eyebrow twitched as she silently lamented how she couldn't even think about emotions without trying to segue back to lewdness.

Nerissa gracefully lifted herself from her lap, assisted by Shiori's hands on her hips lifting her slightly into the air, and a little upward thrust from her wings. Enough time had passed for the light to have unburned itself from Shiori's retinas, and for the first time since Nerissa entered their room, she got the opportunity to get a close look at what she was wearing.

Her white shirt was slightly oversized. The buttons were done all the way to the top, and a plain black necktie sat underneath the collar. Shiori would have expected Nerissa to wear a top that was tight around the chest. The sexiness of a shirt that looked like it was about to pop open from the breasts they were trying to hold back, and offering peeks of skin through the gaps between the buttons would have been a most tantalizing tease. And Nerissa surely knew that.

Therefore, Shiori was willing to bet—not money though, just bragging rights—that she was wearing something underneath, similar to how she saw a sliver of fabric under her skirt. Maybe a bra, for once? But what for? Putting on a bra sounded like the opposite of a special occasion when one normally went without.

The leisurely clack of her heels started back up again as she rounded Shiori's chair.

"Nice ring ya got there," Nerissa said with an accent slipping into her voice.

"Thanks, pretty lady. I got it for myself so I can match with my fiancée."

'My fiancée,' Nerissa repeated in her head. Turned it over, played it in reverse, slowed it down, savored every letter of that title.

It had taken years before the tingles of Shiori calling her 'my girlfriend' faded away. To this day, shivers would still sometimes run up her spine, even in public, when Shiori called her that. Now Nerissa couldn't wait for Shiori to call her her wife.

"Oh? You're getting married, huh? Congratulations! What's your girl like?"

Shiori raised her eyebrow at her, looking confused.

"Uhh… she's… just like you?"

"Li'l ol' me?" The accent Nerissa used was now prominent enough for Shiori to notice, enough to tell her that she was now playing a character. "I'm just a sexy li'l dancer ya ain't never met befo'. Now c'mon and tell me 'bout this gal you proposed to."

Not that Shiori told her she was the one who proposed, but the experienced storyteller let it slide.

"She's…" Shiori paused to think. "I mean, she's not just my girl; she's her own person. But she's pretty cool."

In the middle of her answer, she got an idea. Her voice changed into something high-pitched and silly, like she was imitating a cartoon character. "And she's so goody-goody-gumdrops! She's sweet as sugar and she has a gawrsh-darn juicy butt and a bodacious bod! A-hyuck!"

Urk. Eww, that was so cheesy.

Her own stomach-turning sappiness made Shiori want to hurl. God, now Nerissa knew she thought she was sweet!

She nodded at Nerissa as if to signal that she was finished talking.

Come on, baby bird. Before I think of blabbering more and saying something that's too cringe even for me.

But that annoying, sentimental part of her raised placards in protest. She so, so rarely had the chance to let the woman know everything she loved about her, and she was letting the prime opportunity slip away!

Because there were so many things Shiori could add to that. So, so many things.

She thought of the high standard Nerissa holds herself to when she sings, always striving to give nothing but the best. She remembered the nights she went to sleep in a cold bed while Nerissa sat at her desk, trying to make sense of all the feelings in her huge, loving heart so she could channel them into lyrics.

She sings with the most beautiful voice and she works so hard to keep getting better. For a demon, the emotions she skillfully evokes with her songwriting are so… human. And it's fun to watch her get up to the funniest shit. She was born to be a performer and an entertainer.

"...And…" Words left her mouth before she could stop them, all silliness gone from her voice.

Oh, fine. Maybe just a little. It's her birthday after all.

"...She's talented. And more importantly, hardworking. And really funny."

She thought of the music Nerissa brought into their home just by being in it. Humming, singing as she did her chores or sat idly by. Shiori feared silence, but also loud noise. Shiori remembered how protective Nerissa became as soon as she noticed how sensitive Shiori was to loud environments. In loud places, she automatically comes running to check on Shiori and take her aside, to a corner that soon turns silent as if the world's volume had been turned down to zero. Her soothing shushing and humming calms Shiori down like nothing else does. Between deafening silence and equally deafening noise, Nerissa provided her a perfect, Goldilocks-approved middle ground.

I love her sleeptalking being the first sound I hear upon waking and her voice the last sound I hear before falling asleep. She's my uplifting melody, my comforting white noise, and my sweet silence.

My Goddess of Sound.

"I like her…uhh…audio aspect. I don't know."

Smoooooth as butter, Shiori, she chastised herself. 'Audio aspect'?! What was she, reviewing FNAF 4?!

Even so, her own shitty phrasing didn't stop Shiori's tongue from wagging any further. Nerissa was just so full of virtues that once one had been discussed, the rest begged to follow.

The amused chuckle next to her ear told her that Nerissa didn't mind her stupid wording as much as Shiori herself did.

With Shiori's age and history, she had become slow to give out sympathy—even people you've trusted for years can betray you. But Nerissa wasn't like that. She loved and waited and forgave at every opportunity. She made friends wherever she went and took care to maintain those relationships. She paid attention to everyone else's needs. She always knew what they liked, what to give, what to do, what to say.

Sweet to an almost unbelievable degree. She's the kindest, most caring person I've ever met.

"Her heart's as big as her boobs… I think. Maybe bigger. I don't know, I haven't seen it. Well… her heart, I mean."

The mention of her breasts made Shiori think of the rest of her girl's body. It took them a while, because Shiori was a self-confessed slow-cook introvert, but once they clicked, their chemistry was off the charts, in and out of the bedroom. She had great luck stumbling upon a fellow unapologetic pervert whose libido and adventurousness matched her own.

Hot. Arf arf!

"She's umm… really sexy and…" Shiori rolled her eyes in surrender. "...amazing in bed."

"You think so?!" Nerissa's face was suddenly right up against hers, beaming with excitement. Then she remembered she was playing a character and promptly stepped back. "Ahem! I mean… I'm sure she'd be happy to hear that from ya."

Shiori snorted. "I bet. But…" Shiori looked at Nerissa's barely-contained excitement and shook her head. "...but I think I'd rather keep her ego in check. Gotta make sure her head could still fit through the door, you know?"

If Shiori had been more aware of the size of Nerissa's ego, she would have known it was already too late.

After all, how could my ego shrink so small as to fit in a house knowing that I'm so loved by someone like you, my darling?

Shiori fidgeted a little while she reviewed what she said. She had to stop. Lord help her if she vomited even more of the words in her mind out of her mouth.

Ink. She needed her pen and ink. And a diary that could only be unlocked by dark rituals: human sacrifice, drops of her own blood, and puppy-kicking. That's how she could ensure that the embarrassing feelings she's hiding in the deepest recesses of her heart wouldn't be exposed to anyone.

"And… I've said it several times before but… I think she's perfect."

There. A generic cop-out compliment to hopefully top it all off before she went any further.

"You sound like you love her a lot." Nerissa's voice was soft.

You don't know the half of it… and that's my fault. "In every universe."

Nerissa finally dropped her character voice and breathed out an affectionate "Oh, you…" near Shiori's ear, disturbing white strands as she exhaled. Her beloved Shiori had become such a sweet fucking sap. She had grown so much from that younger Archiver who acted like talking about emotions was as painful as passing a kidney stone.

"Then she's a lucky woman in every universe, dimension, timeline, what-have-you there is."

Shiori shook her head. "Nah, I'm the lucky one."

Nerissa hummed. "That's true too, because I have plenty in store just for you tonight." Nerissa dipped down for a kiss, a peck to reward Shiori's candor. But she made sure to keep it brief, because not only did she need to control Shiori's desires but hers too.

Tonight, she wanted to draw it out. She was slow-roasting a leg of lamb, not searing a steak. Both mind-numbingly delicious, just differing in how long you want to be teased until you're finally fed.

The sound system in their room hummed to life. First, a steady beat. Then followed a sensual bass line that intertwined itself with a slow melody. Shiori's hands tightened on the armrests like she was on a roller coaster ride that just started to run.

Hey, maybe that subwoofer wasn't a bad idea after all. Still cost a lot though.

"So, am I supposed to sing you the Happy Birthday Song again? Is that what this setup is all about?"

"Mmm... Close, kind of." Nerissa circled the chair, hips swaying. Pale red eyes roamed her captive's bound form with a smile that reminded Shiori of a fox.

"I've always wanted to give you a lap dance, so…"

Shiori's jaw clenched as her mind conjured all kinds of images relating to 'Nerissa' and 'lap dance' at the speed of light. Every single one made her want to bark; she knew very well how that beautiful body can move.

Well, crap. While all the talking had allowed her to soften a little, she was starting to feel stiff again already.

"That's cool. But my guess didn't sound close at all," Shiori tried to reply casually and with a genuine laugh, even though her tongue felt heavy. "I don't know anything about, you know, sexy dancing. Does that include stripping?"

"Would you like that?" Nerissa drawled playfully, feeling like a beast playing with her food, to which she received an unconvincingly nonchalant shrug.

"Yes, you'll get to watch me strip for you," she answered with a poke at Shiori's nose. "And remember: you're allowed to touch… if you really, really wanted to."

Shiori felt the weight of Nerissa's soft ass resting on her right thigh. The woman's palm perched on her other thigh, so, so painfully close to her already half-erect cock. And worst of all, Nerissa's face was right up against hers, staring into her eyes and she couldn't get away.

Her breath came out in stutters like a horse's nickers while her voice rose several octaves against her will. "Touch? Touch how? Touch what? Touch with what?"

Nerissa didn't hide at all that she noticed her panic. She giggled, in that evil-sounding way that kept her mouth closed. She leaned to the side and took Shiori's earlobe between her teeth while she arched her back to make sure her breasts pressed as hard against her body as possible.

"You get to decide everything," she whispered, and she made sure to deliver it as sexily as possible. She left her perch with a satisfied smirk at the obvious tent in Shiori's nightgown.

Nerissa didn't move too far away, just a few feet in front of the chair. Once she was where she wanted to be, she turned on her heel. She faced her audience, eyes closed, head slightly tilted and bobbing to the music, waiting for her cue. Even just standing there, her relaxed confidence amplified how seductive she was already being.

When she opened her eyes and started moving, Shiori was transfixed.

Her lithe, slim body moved to the music like she was one with it. Her movements were sometimes languid, sometimes fluid, but always beautiful. Her fingers crawled up her torso, up to her neck, then undid her shirt's top button with nimble fingers. Fingers tapped anxiously on the armrest when Nerissa started rolling her hips suggestively.

The dancer's fingers twirled around her necktie, then tugged at the knot, loosening it with one hand. Shiori once thought it was a kind of move that only suited harried, balding salarymen. But when Nerissa did it, it was the sexiest thing ever.

Those gyrating hips, tracing all sorts of hypnotic patterns left her utterly mesmerized. Long limbs moved and twirled with all the grace of a gymnast's ribbon. Beautiful black hair grew more mussed up as Nerissa ran her hands through it, making it look just tousled enough to be hot.

With a sudden slam, Nerissa set her foot down. She bent over at the waist, her hand touching that same foot, then in one sweep traveled the whole length of her leg as she rose back up and straightened her back.

Yellow eyes followed her hand like a cat does a feather on a stick. Through her obedient tailing, Shiori got the chance to appreciate the gentle forms of her Nerissa's: her leg that seemed to go on forever, her slender calf, the lighter area of stockings from being stretched thin over plump thighs. She felt her throat go dry.

A suave twirl, a confident wink. Nerissa moved along to the music with her hands running all over herself. With every upward trail of her hands up her waist, they took the edges of her skirt with them, causing the fabric to hike up and give hints of skin just above where the stockings ended.

Maybe one or two tracks come and go before Shiori even dared to blink, and that's because of the beautiful woman she suddenly noticed had come to stand right in front of her again.

"Get this off of me, will you?"

She leaned forward with her hand on the part of the tie that should be pulled at. Shiori was more careful with the fabric than Nerissa was, using two hands to loosen the tie until the knot fell off of the other end. Nerissa rewarded her with a kiss on the cheek as she stepped back, the tie still hanging from her neck.

"I would have preferred you pulling at it with your teeth, but I'll let you use your hands while you still can. Thank you, my queen."

One tug from long white fingers and the tie slid off of her neck and into her hand. Barely a second after, shiny black fabric filled Shiori's vision.

It was that black tie serving as a blindfold.

Then she felt a warm weight settle on her lap. Something—or rather two somethings—smothered her face with enough force to softly push her backwards into the chair's backrest. Arms draped around her shoulders, and there was warm breathing at her ear.

"Touch me."

Excited hands eagerly made a beeline for Nerissa's backside before their owner could even think.

"Wowie, this dumpy be thick!" Shiori squeezed the soft flesh, which gave way to the strength of her hands.

People say being deprived of vision elevated one's sense of smell, taste, hearing, and touch. Sight may be Shiori's favorite sense, but its temporary impairment and the augmentation of all other senses made her feel like a superhero. She focused on how Nerissa responded to her ministrations: the way she breathed and how her voice escaped ever so slightly, the way her skin was radiating heat even through her clothes.

Spurred on by what she had been allowed to do so far, she pushed further. She reached out to the knees bracketing her hips. Her hands trailed up smooth, luscious thighs, remembering how they would tighten around her waist when she thrust between them. Then she was under Nerissa's skirt, tracing swirling patterns on her skin before shyly, teasingly, venturing inward. She had only grazed the edge of moist lace fabric at her inner thighs when her wrists were grabbed and pulled away.

Her hands found themselves guided back on top of the armrests, followed by several clinks. Shiori didn't need to see to know that there were two separate handcuffs, each locking one of her wrists to an armrest. She raised an intrigued brow.

"Using handcuffs on a former falsely-accused inmate, Rissa? That's kinda mean."

"Mm-hmm. I'm your mean little demon, Shiwowi~"

"That's right. And I'm your rough angel. Aha~"

Nerissa shook her head as she chuckled, but she didn't respond further because she was more interested in watching Shiori tug at the handcuffs as if to test them.

"If they bother you, you can just break out, Shiori. It wouldn't be the first time." Nerissa lifted Shiori's chin with her finger. Her eyes held a wicked glint as she observed her while Shiori couldn't do the same in return. "Except you don't want to, do you?"

Shiori tried to hide the shiver that the cold confidence of Nerissa's voice shot up her spine. "Nahhh, of course not. I told you, I trust whatever you have planned."

Nerissa's delighted giggle tickled her ears. "That's my good girl, Shiwowi."

"That's right, I'm a good girl. A good Christian girl, even."

Nerissa settled herself upon Shiori's lap again. She leaned in close, very close. Shiori could feel hands wander her torso before hanging past her shoulders, and Nerissa's warm mint-scented breath on her face, right in front of her lips. It stayed there for a while, unmoving, until she had to wonder out loud: "Hey, what's taking so long?"

Nerissa cackled in response, revealing she was waiting for Shiori to complain. She kissed her, but it was not a long kiss. Not satisfying enough to justify making Shiori wait. There was an audible whine when she got back up on her feet, but she tried to compensate for the loss of contact by turning her back to grind her plump rear against Shiori's groin. The slight breeze fanned by her wings as she turned felt pleasant on Shiori's heated, moist skin.

A gentle sway to the left, then the right, and a downward sweep for good measure. The loud hitch of a breath and the solid, distinct shape Nerissa felt on her ass had her grinding back a little harder. The eager cock's equally eager owner humped against her in an attempt to ease the need burning in her loins.

It was a mutually-beneficial arrangement, which was why Shiori let out a half-amused and half-frustrated 'what the fuck?' when Nerissa left her position to move behind her, standing just behind her chair.

"Hmm, what do we have here?"

Nerissa's hand slithered up her captive's neck then reached under the collar of her nightgown. She felt the kiss of Shiori's lips on her arm, no doubt an attempt to stifle any sounds she considered embarrassing. She reveled in the sweet sighs that made it past her lips anyway.

Such sweet, sweet sounds, my darling…

Nerissa just had to taste her. Using her other hand to turn the sitting woman's neck, she leaned down so their mouths could meet. As she went around plundering her usually dominant lover's mouth, Nerissa's other hand under Shiori's nightgown gently seized one of her breasts. A thumb stroked the hard tip, and swallowed the moan that came with her fiddling around.

"You taste as sweet as you sound…" Nerissa muttered in reverence right against parted lips. When they separated, her gaze drifted down between Shiori's parted legs, to what was hidden underneath her night clothes.

It was noticeably growing harder, bigger.

"Oh my. Is that a carrot or are you just happy to see me?"

"Um, excuse me. It's pronounced as 'cah-root'," came the breathless yet sassy response.

"...I see."

Nerissa poked the rigid phallic shape curiously, then started to slowly pump it up and down through the soft fabric of the nightgown. She didn't need to see underneath to know that it had risen out of, presumably, Shiori's tiny cotton panties.

Belated protests began forming from Shiori's lips just as Nerissa was getting comfortable with her stroking.

"Woahhh woah woah, Rissa! That is not good-Christian-girl territory."

"If you were a true 'good Christian girl', you'd know your wife is allowed to touch it."

Shiori's nostrils flared and her face was flushed but she didn't look angry. In fact, she looked very much like she was enjoying herself, Nerissa noted with a sly smirk.

"You look so red, darling. Maybe you should let in some air." With that, she lifted the bottom of Shiori's nightgown, just enough to expose her cock.

Deliciously enormous, flushed from desire. A vein or two throbbed along its length and its tip was leaking. On a normal night, she would have sat herself on it by now, if Shiori hadn't done so already, riding it and milking it for all it was worth. But this wasn't a normal night. She had to resist.

After a soft stroke from her feathers, the warmth of her body detached from Shiori's back and, as foreshadowed by the sound of heels moving to her front, returned as two warm hands separating her legs. The gentle weights of her hands rested on top of Shiori's thighs while her thumbs pressed down lightly, mere inches from the base of her shaft. The slender fingers inched ever so close to her crotch, and Shiori knew she wouldn't last very long if they got there again.

She gulped.

And squealed when Nerissa resumed jerking her off with an almost sadistic delight.

"Oh good god," Shiori rasped. "Here's the thing, the 4-1-1, the lowdown, Rissa. If you still plan on having something to ride later, you better get your hands off my cah-root."

Nerissa almost didn't process the words Shiori said, too busy appreciating how her naturally breathy voice made such wonderfully pathetic-sounding whimpers.

"Oh yeah? Will my loyal steed run away?"

"Yeah, you know… you'll walk into the stables and it will be empty. The horsies… ah… will all have yeehaw'd and yippee-ki-yay'ed out into the wild. Then… the-then… they won't be eating carefully-balanced horse feed according to their workload or get hoof manicures from the wranglers anymore. I… oh fuck… It'll just be them, their grass, and the dirt k-keeping their hooves trimmed."

Shiori licked her lips to pause her train of thought. The flow of their conversation managed to get away from her… just like the imaginary horses she was talking about.

"I don't know, Shiori. From experience, I think you'll be able to get it back up just fine."

Instead of relief, Nerissa's attempt at a reassurance caused Shiori's toes to curl in fear. The heels of her feet rose off the ground until they were standing on her tiptoes, only loosening when Nerissa slowed her pumping on her dick and gave her a single comforting tap on her thigh.

"But I'll leave you alone for now."

The giggle that followed sounded too evil for it not to be deliberate. Nerissa's smirk was audible in every word.

Shiori's ears were so attuned to every sound in the room that she could feel them twitch. She felt Nerissa get up on her feet, followed by footsteps moving to her side. The ghost of a touch ran up her arm then across her shoulders. Finally, she felt a subtle pulling at the back of her head.

The sight of their colorfully-lit room graced her eyes again. The blindfold-necktie had been removed and was now clutched in Nerissa's hand.

"In exchange for my mercy, keep your eyes on me, 'kay?" Nerissa asked, but in a tone that allowed no room for negotiation.

"...O-Okay."

Shiori clenched her teeth at the way she stuttered. The desire swirling in those carmine eyes made her so shy she looked away in record time, her promise already broken.

Even so, Nerissa moved to stand a short distance away again just as the current track faded off. Then the next song started playing. The intro reminded Shiori of old people—70's or 80's music, maybe? With a little jazzy twist. Familiar, but Shiori couldn't quite put a finger on it without hearing the lyrics. What was this song again?—

"I was bored to tears

Felt like nine thousand years

Every back and forth and convo cut me like a knife"

Nerissa's voice resonated clearly both in the room and in Shiori's head.

Oh, woops. Riiight. I mean, yeah I knew that!

So that was why the intro sounded so familiar. She's heard Nerissa, seen her sing this song so many times before, on stream and on stage, live and recorded. And that's also exactly why Shiori knew this wasn't the original version of the song; this was…

So.

Much.

Sexier.

"But then I saw it in your eyes,

And it took me by surprise

Ten thousand volts, a bolt, it brought my heart to life"

Say My Name had always been flirty, a little on the seductive side. But this version just felt like the sexiness had been dialed up from a hundred to a thousand. Maybe even a million.

It had been altered to be a tad slower. It was like Nerissa perfectly planned for her to marinate in the lyrics until they were fully infused into her brain. Shiori also couldn't tell if this alternate version of the instrumental had a saxophone in it, or if her head was adding it due to the trend of increasing the sensuality of the sound. The tempo made her want to start thrusting into her already, the rest of the lap dance be damned.

This was a version of Say My Name that Nerissa hadn't shared with anyone else.

Rather, she better not have shared this version with anyone else. Or else… well, Shiori's symbol wasn't an all-seeing eye for nothing.

But until she had cause for concern, only her two physical eyes mattered. And right now they were having a feast. Every bend and twist of Nerissa's body was a huff of a dangerous drug she might be getting addicted to.

"Play with fire, take me higher"

Oh, she was playing with fire alright. There was one in Shiori's head and another in the blood that was rushing to her nether regions.

Nerissa placed both of her own hands on her chest, sliding them down her breasts to her thin waist then resting on her popping hips. Good god, she really knew how to use them. They swayed from side to side in a way that was nothing short of hypnotic.

As Nerissa danced, Shiori could see shadows in her memory of how the choreography usually went, further emphasizing how much more provocative this version of the performance was. Her hips swayed harder, her hands grabbed at her own body in a much hungrier way.

Nerissa approached her like she wanted something from her, leaving her own voice in the backing vocals singing alone. A single finger traced along Shiori's jaw, slowly, until she lifted her chin.

"Say my name?"

"Rissa?"

"My full name."

"Nerissa Ravencroft?"

Nerissa smiled. "Just 'Nerissa' would have been fine. Thank you though."

"I just like 'Rissa' more."

"Mm. I like it too, because it's from you," Nerissa bent down to kiss Shiori's ring then its counterpart on her own ring finger.

She did a catwalk back to her previous spot during the performance then faced forward with a twirl to join in on the song again.

"Yeah, you gotta say my name

Take me, take me"

Nerissa held her gaze and winked as if she was asking Shiori to do exactly what her last line said. Shiori's breath hitched quietly. She almost pulled on her handcuffs so she could get into the business of actually taking her.

Ugh, those pretty freaking eyeballs. And… and those eyelids. And those long eyelashes.

One wink, and she completely malfunctioned while Nerissa sang her pitch-perfect ad libs.

It was so close. The end of the song was so close. And after that, surely Shiori wouldn't have to worry about reaching an orgasm just from watching her sexy demon sing a song.

"Ohhh, say my na-a-ame"

Shiori respectfully waited for the song to sit in silence before releasing a loud, exhausted groan. She hadn't felt so free ever since she broke out of The Cell with Advent.

The sound of Nerissa's laughter served to loosen her even more. It felt warm. It felt like freedom.

Whether inside or outside of The Cell, if her sweet demon felt safe and happy enough to laugh, then Shiori had little to worry about. She would come to regret this method of danger assessment, because it wasn't long before the first notes of a new song cut through the silence.

Hold up. The fuck you mean there's another song?!

It was with great fear that Shiori realized Nerissa wasn't going about things halfway; she was going the whole nine yards.

A light weight sat itself on her thigh, then the warmth of the demon's body as she leaned her head back against her shoulder then swung it forward in a circle with her long hair following suit. The sweeping of her hair left its sweet scent behind that Shiori practically lapped up while Nerissa got back on her feet. The lap dance was still going?!

When Nerissa started delicately undoing the buttons of her skirt, only then did Shiori realize that her Demon of Sound—who was also moonlighting as her personal Demon of Sex—was going to make an absolute spectacle of undressing. Shiori cast her forlorn gaze at her own lap, at her dick that was already standing at full mast. She rubbed her thighs together. She might not be getting relief anytime soon…

A stocking-clad leg threw itself across Shiori's thigh and hung off of its other side. Her face flared with heat at the sudden contact while also turning inquisitive. It reminded Nerissa of a puppy during its training waiting for further instruction.

"Unzip me?"

Barely any movement was required for Shiori to do just that, even with her cuffed wrists. With a grip and a pull, the skirt sagged a little from Nerissa's waist, but her full hips still held them up.

"Thank you, babygirl."

Ironic coming from the actual babygirl, but Shiori was breathing so hard she let the pet name slide. Anything to keep the enticing show rolling.

"Hmm... I think you're almost as turned on as I am, Shiori. Almost."

Before Nerissa walked back away, she lifted her foot, her leg still resting on Shiori's. Her shoe pressed down lightly against her fully-erect shaft with her heel poking at her sack. She was rewarded by a shuddering moan from her embarrassed captive.

"I hope you don't mind waiting a little longer, my queen. You're still watching everything, right? Everything you're seeing, I prepared just for you."

"Nnnh… I-I-I'm watching everything."

The sly smile on Nerissa's lips grew as she left. Oh, that stutter was utterly divine. Was this all someone needed to do to wrest the high-and-mighty Archiver from her ivory tower? Or was it a power that Nerissa alone held?

With her back still turned, Nerissa wiggled her ass in figure-eights. She knew eyes were on them–she could feel the weight of her golden gaze even when she wasn't looking. With painstaking slowness, she gradually tugged at the bottom of her skirt in multiple places. Each pull revealed more skin, and more of the black lace hidden underneath. She shimmied until the teeny-weeny skirt fell to the floor with a rustle and got kicked away.

Her panties were elegant in material and coverage. It was a black lace thong that, from the angle Nerissa was giving, offered enough cheek view while still covering a tasteful inverted triangle at the top of her ass.

The sudden movement of the body that the underwear was hugging brought to Shiori's attention that the song was changing again. Her eyes widened with childlike excitement upon the accomplishment of recognizing the song just by its first few notes.

Oh, this is that one Vocaloid song that has a lot of—

"Ah, ah, ah, ah!"

—has a lot of moaning, yep.

Shiori froze in her seat. No amount of preparation could have prepared her for how close Nerissa's voice was going to push her so close to the edge.

"Punish me with your teeth, I'm guilty

Let your lessons cover my whole body

Drench me from head to toe

You know that's what this leads to"

Hmm. Weird. Shiori knew that the song was originally in Japanese. In fact, her unfamiliarity with the translation was supposed to offer her a little protection from nutting all by herself. Just in case it was a concern. But why was she hearing suggestive lyrics that she can understand?

"Did you use your genius translyrics magic on this?"

She got a wink as an answer, and more sexy dancing to lust over. Nerissa's body slithered leisurely like she was dancing to a snakecharmer's flute.

When Nerissa got down on the floor, it really made her wonder: couldn't this hot demon woman just look up a normal, less sexy stage choreography for this song and not make Shiori ooze precum like a fountain?

Nerissa rolled onto her back with her legs bent, feet on the hardwood. She was facing to the side so her thigh blocked Shiori's view of her panties. Shiori bit her lip. If she could see it, would Nerissa be dripping through them? Would she be soaked through?

"Oh fuck… yes…" A shuddering sigh escaped the demon as her fingers crept between her legs. There was no clear view on what they were doing there, but the way she was biting into her forearm to muffle her cries, her thighs shaking as if touched by a live wire, her back arching off the ground, told a clear story.

Shiori's bare feet tapped anxiously on the floor—she couldn't remember where her slippers went. She thought she could hear her name whispered frantically in place of the lyrics, and with how Nerissa's body was reacting to her own efforts, Shiori wanted to be part of the action.

"Haah… Shiori…!"

Nerissa had moved on to biting her index finger as she writhed suggestively on the floor, moaning all the while. Her wings pounded desperately on the flat surface like she was flying just an inch below the entrance to paradise. Shiori set her feet firmly to brace herself, just enough to grind her balls against the soft fabric of her nightgown. The grade 6A silk rubbed pleasantly against her swollen flesh. It was no direct relief, but at least it was something. Besides, Shiori suspected Nerissa's crazed humping was going to 'accomplish' something—or rather, someone—soon, she just wasn't sure she wanted to admit to it yet.

She didn't realize she had closed her eyes until she had opened them to see what had become of her devilish diva's performance. Her black hair had become a wild mess on the floor like she'd tossed them around. Her hand had left her pussy, and was now curled into a fist that she was biting into. Eyes closed, face flushed, she barely muttered the words of the second chorus before abandoning the cause to focus on moving her hips. Shiori's mind was quick to imagine herself on top of her, being the one making her moan so openly.

Golden eyes shut themselves from the world again as their owner pumped her hips frantically. Her mind raced with vivid images and sensations she painstakingly preserved from previous experiences: Nerissa under her. Nerissa's walls clinging to her cock with every thrust. Nerissa jerking as she hit a sensitive spot inside her. Nerissa clenching as she feels her womb fill with her cum. Nerissa's slick coming out in violent squirts around her throbbing dick as she cums.

"Ah, shit. Fire not-in-the-hole!"

A defeated whine broke from Shiori's throat as a single massive spurt of white burst from the tip of her dick. It soaked a long trail into her nightgown and created a very obvious stain. Even with zero contact, the magnitude of her climax still rendered her boneless.

The moan and the smirk Nerissa made at the sight of her lover's orgasm showed she smelled blood in the water. Not to mention Nerissa finished her off without even touching her. She was proud of her feat, and she deserved to be.

It felt like years before Shiori managed to shake the tears from her eyes. She was surprised to realize that the speakers were still playing the same song, halfway through the bridge.

Nerissa had gotten on her ass and hands, back turned to her, humping the ground as she moaned along to the end of the song. With her wings unfurled, there was enough of her body left to the imagination. This time, Shiori self-inserted herself to be under her, being ridden hard as Nerissa moved on top of her.

In Nerissa's imagination, it was Shiori under her too, her calloused hands on her thighs helping her bounce on her lap. Her cries have been climbing in volume, driven only by the mental projection of Shiori she conjured to be under her. There's a little growl in her panting from frustration that there wasn't the usual girthy flesh going in and out of her, but the thought of it had to suffice. The curve of her back formed a beautiful, sensual arch as she screamed into the air while her own heat pooled under her.

Nerissa lost some time collecting her breath, she even missed the start of the next track. From her position slouching on the ground, she turned back to her lover still hunched over on her chair.

Maybe they both needed that minute of reprieve.

With the grace of a cat, she got on her hands and knees, and crawled. Reddish-pink eyes met gold and it made Shiori's heart skip. She felt like food. She felt like prey. For all that Nerissa's performance was meant to provoke her single-person audience to ravish her, Shiori felt like the one who was about to get swallowed whole.

"How are we feeling, darling?"

"Flaccid," Shiori deadpanned. "I'm so rock-hard I could cut Biboo with my dick—ah!"

Shiori jumped when a hand suddenly grabbed her shaft possessively.

"This is mine," Nerissa bit out between gritted teeth, waving Shiori's solid appendage around. "Don't even talk about other people coming into contact with it. I don't care if you're 'bros'. That goes for Zeta and Miss Mori Calliope too. Am I clear?"

Her hand tightened, and her fiancée's pretty cock bobbed in her hand in response. That movement alone was a deep, deep cut into Nerissa's self-control. She clutched a hand to her forehead while a breath whistled past her lips.

"Fuck, I can't take it anymore."

Nerissa leaned over to take a pearl-lined scrunchie from her discarded skirt on the floor and tied her hair up in a high ponytail with an air of urgency.

Shiori's cock's sweet fragrance was a mix of her own natural scent, and a hint of that cute girly soap that she uses, plus a whisper of baby powder and perfume wafting in from the rest of her body.

A satisfied moan escaped Nerissa as she took it into her mouth. The sensation of having her mouth around something so big ironically relieved some of the tension within her. She was quick to get herself bobbing that Shiori's foot jerked in shock.

She alternated between sucking and having her tongue lick spirals up and down the top inches, while her hand made loud sloshing sounds jerking the rest of her length. There was a vibration in the Demon of Sound's throat that reminded Shiori of a cat's purr, and it was that sensation that was mercilessly accelerating her to another orgasm so quickly.

Nerissa could feel more blood pumping in to enlarge the cock as it was in her mouth. The head alone rested so heavy on her tongue, and the rest of it felt just as weighty. As she licked and sucked, she gagged and salivated all around its girth.

She pulled back until only the head was in her mouth without changing her pace. Her tongue swirled around the edge, which already had Shiori sobbing. It only got so much worse for her when Nerissa's head started moving up and down on her again, this time with her tongue laying flat and stimulating at the frenulum. The hand not busy with her shaft made its presence known, squeezing and rolling her balls that have begun to tighten up. Shiori feared she wouldn't last another second.

"Oh no. Okay, Rissa—Haaah!" Her high-pitched voice shook like crazy. "You're too good…! You can just chill a little bit… please—!"

Shiori's begging was music to Nerissa's ears. She enjoyed how every part of Shiori's body reacted when she's pleasuring her: her cock, her fingers, her voice, her face. Nerissa pulled her head off of the dick with a strangled groan, panting like she rose from underwater.

The first thing she looked for was Shiori's hands. They would usually be grabbing at her hair, giving her strokes and pats of encouragement, maybe even pulling her further on her dick if she was feeling self-serving. But with her hands cuffed to the chair and unable to reach her, Nerissa was left to wonder what they would be doing otherwise.

Welp, that should be enough of a break for Shiori, right?

With both her pussy and her mouth dripping, Nerissa wiped at her own lips with her forearm before taking Shiori back into her mouth and sucking on her with renewed vigor. There was still so much of the length left outside that she was jerking off with equal fervor. It was slippery, slathered in saliva and pre-cum.

Her jaw was starting to ache a little. There was a reason Shiori bragged about her dick as much as Nerissa bragged about her chest: its sheer size alone made its owner entitled to an ego of a similarly absurd enormity. Nerissa still enjoyed the pain around her mouth though, as much as she enjoyed being stretched and taken by that self-same cock in any of her other holes.

"Nnh! Aww, fuck. Rissa, I'm coming already. I'm…!"

Nerissa paid no mind to the horrified-sounding squeal that Shiori made as salty white liquid spilled into her throat. Even with Shiori's ejaculate flooding her mouth, she didn't stop; after all Nerissa wasn't giving head for Shiori's pleasure, it was to satisfy her own selfish need to choke on Shiori's cock.

"Fuh—huhh! Honey, stop–!"

Nerissa's ears perked up at Shiori's desperate use of an endearment. The seated woman's butt was lifting off the seat, pulling back, squirming, all in an attempt to escape the next orgasm slipping from her grip until she lost it again completely.

Finally choosing to grant her mercy, Nerissa tore herself away from the still partially-erect cock. She let out a proud chuckle at the sight of her tired lover, but she let her sit and recover while she reached over to her discarded skirt. From its unexpectedly spacious pockets, Nerissa whipped out tissues and a pair of scissors. The first, she used to wipe at the drool from Shiori's mouth, but she chose to leave her tears untended to.

After the tissues were thrown to the side, she turned her attention lower: Shiori's panties were serving no purpose aside from soaking up the fluids drifting down to the bottom of her twitching shaft, and they were in her way. The devilish woman knew what she had to do next. The cold metal against the skin of her thigh made Shiori shiver.

"Ooh, scissors," she inhaled a breath through tight lungs. "Nice… whatcha gonna do with those?"

"Gonna make things even. Snippa snippa." As Nerissa said that, she made the scissors open and close to produce a snip snip sound.

Shiori's smile froze as she heard another snip accompanied by the side of the scissors pressing against her skin again. Genuine panic rose within her, rousing her tongue into speech as the cut cloth of her underwear wilted down her hips.

"Woah there, Rissa! These panties are—! …Actually, I forgot what fancy brand they were, but these were a gift!"

"Yes, a gift from me, darling. Don't worry, I'll replace them."

Nerissa flipped through her massive metal rolodex of underwear. While she was the iconic No-Pan Neesan, there was no shortage of underwear that she'd want to see Shiori in, for her entertainment. She remembered seeing novelty elephant underwear where the wearer's genitals were supposed to be placed in the elephant's trunk. One look at it and she knew Shiori would find it funny.

In the meantime, Shiori's newly-cut panties were thrown to the side. Shiori's ass clenched when Nerissa grabbed her by the dick firmly again. It felt like the millionth time she's done it tonight, but maybe a million more before the night ends wouldn't be so bad.

"You're so fucking big, my beloved."

"Thanks," Shiori replied. "Just for you."

Nerissa was pleased by the follow-up. The territorial side of her that rattled its cage whenever Shiori so much as looked at another person purred in satisfaction. "It better be."

Soft pink lips pressed against Shiori's hard flesh, and yellow eyes widened in panic. "A-Again?"

Instead of responding with words, Nerissa licked a long meandering path from the base upward, meeting one drop of precum which she followed all the way to the tip, before taking it in.

A broken moan escaped Shiori, and so did an unwilling buck of her hips, right into Nerissa's mouth.

"S-Sorry," she mumbled.

"Mmm mm-mm mphmm mm." Nerissa's attempt to form a reply made the inside of her mouth move around Shiori. Her tongue wriggled, her lips slid around, and her voice vibrated against the fleshy rod. A desperate moan escaped between Shiori's gritted teeth. "Don't—don't do thaaat."

Nerissa responded with a hum. It was a rare occurrence, Shiori willingly surrendering control and relying on another person's mercy. Nerissa wasn't kidding when she said her criminal mastermind of a fiancée could have broken out of her cuffs if she wanted to, whether through physical or magical means. But Shiori also seemed to not be kidding about going along with Nerissa and her plans.

So she didn't try to speak while giving head anymore. Not on purpose, at least. But she couldn't help the moans she made when her throat flexed as it took more of Shiori's cock. In the end, the latter's voice cracked when she finally came anyway, with a long moan bordering on a scream, the sound oozing with helplessness. Her release emptied into Nerissa's mouth in massive globs of semen to the point that the latter had no choice but to pull back coughing from the sheer amount.

"Ahh! How can you still have so much, Shiori~n? I know for a fact that you aren't backed up at all."

"Inherent superiority," the faux smug response came between her labored pants.

"Don't let my womb hear you. It'll be demanding your genetically superior offspring."

"I mean, I already told you I'm down for kids if it's with you," Shiori muttered in shy words. "Sorry, I think that's too serious. You think this chair can take you sitting on my shoulders? I'm a little thirsty for puss-puss juice."

Her inquiry was met with silence. She watched in disbelief as Nerissa stood and with no further physical contact, stepped away from her. Despite the weakness in her back, in her stomach, in her legs, Shiori straightened up.

"Hey. Where are you going? You think I'm done with you?" The handcuffs clinked with her effort to stand. "Come back! I haven't returned the favor!"

"Shut up, Shiori."

The 'no nonsense' authority in her voice surprised Shiori so much that she actually did clam up.

Nerissa returned to the part of the room that had become her stage to finally resume undoing her buttons as she sang to a rather fitting song.

"Baby, can't you see?

How these clothes are fitting on me

And the heat coming from this beat

I'm about to blow"

One, slowly.

Then two.

A peek of cleavage. A tease, nothing more.

"Come on baby, loosen up my buttons babe

Loosen up my buttons babe

Baby, won't you loosen up my buttons babe?"

Then, more.

The third button revealed the top of something underneath. Shiori's personal dancer was indeed wearing a piece of clothing inside her loose shirt, as she predicted earlier. What should have been a giant fistpump manifested itself as only a triumphant clenching of Shiori's fist because of the cuff on her wrist.

The sight of Nerissa cupping her breasts caught her full attention again. Eyes closed, head raised to expose her neck, Shiori's teeth ached with the itch to bite her. Then those hands on her breasts slid down, to the lower part of the shirt where the last few buttons remained fastened…

…and she ripped it open with her bare hands.

"Oh wow. Woot-wooooh!"

It was one of those times that Shiori regretted that she couldn't whistle, but she whooped and cheered in the tune of the wolf whistle to make up for it. Buttons clattered to the ground and revealed just a bit more of the clothing underneath.

But before Shiori could take in more, Nerissa shrugged the shirt off and raised it into the air. She spun it around, cracking it over her head like a whip before she threw it at her spectator.

It landed on Shiori's arm, draped just so that she could smell its sweet aroma, yet far enough away from her torso to hide how excitedly her dick throbbed at the feather-light touch. The scent that rose from the shirt smelled of some sort of flower and… was that vanilla? She leaned down and sniffed, but made sure to keep her eyes pinned to the woman in front of her lest she missed a second of her titillating show.

Now that the shirt had been completely removed, Shiori got to appreciate what she was hiding underneath.

It was an overbust corset, primarily in dark patterns of purple and blue. The sides were practically non-existent, exposing Nerissa's lithe body and holding the back and front together with criss-crossing laces. The corset pushed up her already-bountiful breasts as if they needed any help looking fuller. It had a deep plunge cut for the neckline, held together by similarly criss-crossing laces for a false sense of modesty—her cleavage was still very visible through the gaps. Still, it gave the visual impression that the corset could only barely hold her massive chest back even if it was bespoke.

That HAS to be a deliberate design choice, Shiori concluded. Just like every swing of her hips and every breathy sigh was nothing short of a grandmaster setting her opponent up for a checkmate.

Long fingers traced around that slender body while the music's bassline steadily gained prominence in the track, or was it the blood thundering in Shiori's ears?

"Can you stay up all night?

Fuck me 'til the daylight"

Nerissa threw her head back, exposing her neck. Some of the hickeys that Shiori left were still there. Her eyes fluttered close as her fingers touched her parted lips, soft and kissable, and started a trail downward.

Her hand found its way down the swell of her large breasts, pushing them up just a little bit before sliding down her flat stomach. Shiori almost wanted to close her eyes. The envy was becoming too much. The hand making that trek all over that gorgeous body should have been hers!

Nerissa's hand had reached between her thighs, fingers trailing through her lace panties. She turned her head to the left so she could use her right hand to grab the scrunchie keeping her hair together. Down it went on her luscious locks, slowly, until the scrunchie was completely pulled off, and her hair that had escaped confinement was all draped over her right shoulder. Even that movement wasn't done just to free her hair, but also to drive home how hot she looked doing it.

She bent her knees to sink to the ground. Resting her weight on the balls of her feet, she spread her knees apart, and what Shiori saw made her eyes bulge out of her head in disbelief. She blinked once. Then twice. Nerissa had closed her legs. Shiori hoped she would open them again so she could double-check what she thought she saw.

And she did so, timing it perfectly with the music.

Her knees spread again and this time she held that position, and Shiori confirmed what she saw.

Oh good god.

Her panties are crotchless.

Her shaft visibly twitched again at the unmistakable sight of drenched lower lips. Pink, almost swollen red, framed by the black lace of her panties; panties that were dripping and completely soaked through with her arousal.

The hand that Nerissa had parked at her thigh started moving again to continue its journey downward. Slowly, tentatively, like it was too shy to continue what it was doing, it reached the entrance to her pussy. A strangled moan from her seated lover made its way to her ears and resonated up her horns. She smiled.

She finally opened her eyes to see Shiori, one fist clenched so tight, and the other grabbing onto the armrest for dear life. Shining but maybe slightly glazed-over yellow eyes stared at her with unwavering attention while her teeth nibbled away at her lower lip.

From the corner of Nerissa's eye, she saw the tiniest movement: Two of Shiori's fingers were gently stroking the armrest, the same fingers corresponding to the ones Nerissa was using to play with herself.

At the cue of another song starting to play, she slowly rose to her feet, back straight, stretching to her full height. She approached the chair and its lone occupant with a purposeful saunter, the purpose being to drive her captive audience out of her damn mind. The way she moved, the sweet smell of her as she came closer. It made Shiori reel at how much she wanted her.

Now that she was up close, Shiori could see that the corset had tiny flowers and musical symbols in the pattern, peppered here and there. Custom-made, without a doubt—Shiori could tell just from the quality of the materials and the craftsmanship.

When they were close enough to touch, Nerissa sucked in a breath. Shiori was looking up at her, staring right into her eyes with her pupils blown wide, teeth clenched together.

"Will you clean this for me, darling?"

The wetness on the finger that she held out caught the light. Shiori saw it too. As soon as she was in range, Shiori snapped her teeth at her outstretched finger with a hungry snarl but staying far enough not to bite. On the outside, Nerissa was unfazed, and Shiori eventually bent the knee, gingerly taking the digits into her mouth. On the inside, Nerissa's mind had blanked, and she was but a mindless beast howling at the animalistic growl Shiori made and the sight of her sharp fangs bared at her.

The demon's fingers tasted of her desire. Shiori didn't know how she looked, sticking her tongue out and slathering her saliva all over Nerissa's fingers, and daring to occasionally meet her in the eyes. It felt like something the taller woman would be doing to her instead.

Satisfied that it had all been licked off, the fingers left her mouth, this time drenched in spit. Nerissa looked at the woman's face, at those eyes, still burning with unspoken want.

"What's wrong? Is there something you want, Shiorin?"

"Yes," Shiori answered firmly, but softly. It was like she needed both volume and conviction but only had the strength for one.

"Yes," she repeated, louder this time. "I want to touch you."

"And where would you like to touch?" Nerissa asked.

"Here?" she tugged at her broken horn. Shiori usually took care to avoid grabbing her by it… except when Nerissa was sucking on her so well that she couldn't help it. The thought made Shiori unconsciously rub her knees together. Her arousal had made her cock so hard again she thought she might finish without contact for a second time.

"Here?" Nerissa asked again, this time holding a breast, grabbing as much as she could in her hand and slightly lifting them. Her hand took a turn at her waist and grabbed her ass. "Here?" She gave it a squeeze even though Shiori couldn't see.

Then her hand moved up her thighs, between her legs, rubbing at her exposed folds. "Or here?"

Shiori released a breath, thinking the demon's provocations would end there, but no, she ventured further.

"Or would you like to touch… inside…?" The same two fingers that Shiori sucked on entered Nerissa with an obscene, wet sound. She gasped at the intrusion, and heard Shiori moan with her.

The latter's breathing had turned ragged, no matter how much she tried to hide it. She couldn't ignore the way her jaw clenched, the way she gulped. The clink of her handcuffs mocked her captivity.

"Shiori darling," Nerissa's voice was deep and heavy with her own want. "Do you want to be above or below me?"

"Inside you." It came out as a snarl. The edging had been eating away at her patience. She was one flash of sensitive skin away from reaching the point of taking what she wanted herself. Just a little more and she'd have a preference: having Nerissa writhing under her would be the only proper option once her lust boiled over.

Nerissa's eyes twinkled at her response. "Very good answer."

"Are you gonna reward me for that or not?"

Nerissa giggled inwardly at the impatient retort. She playfully tilted her head like she was weighing her options, pretending her only path forward wasn't clear. "I think we've both waited long enough."

The soft fabric of Nerissa's panties ground against Shiori's thighs.

"Let me enjoy my beautiful fiancée for a little while, and then we'll see what we can do for your hands. And since you're so eager…" Nerissa rose to a kneeling position on the chair so her folds kissed the tip of the shaft. A stream of arousal dripped onto it, as if they needed more help with lubrication. "Get yourself inside me."

With a groan, Shiori thrust upwards. Barely a thick inch in and she froze. She had been further along her arousal than she thought; the small movement had more of an effect on her than she thought it would. At this rate, she was worried she'll barely last a minute before reaching her next peak.

"Ah, wait…"

"Aww, I thought you'd be more excited than this. What happened to all that big talk demanding to be inside me?" Impatient, Nerissa lowered her hips so the cockhead partially made its way in.

Shiori squeaked like a frightened hamster and whined in protest. She was begging herself to get a grip and at the same time saying 'fuck it' as she tried to move her hips again.

"You're thrusting like a virgin." Nerissa spat the last word before biting onto a reddish ear. "What did I do wrong to deserve this 'just the tip' treatment from you?"

"I…I'm gonna shoot my goo in, like, two seconds—"

"I don't care. I thought you were my rough angel?"

"Look, I don't wanna risk hurting my woman. I'm rough, but only if given consent." That, and I think I need to be careful or I'll bust a nut soon…

Nerissa rolled her eyes and made their eyes meet with a grab of her chin.

"Excuses, excuses. Well, listen closely to your woman, Shiori: I like it rough." Her words were barely above an angry whisper and slowly rose in volume. "I want you to take me so hard I can't walk for weeks. Be so rough with me that I'm stuck in bed. Fuck me until I'm limp, until I have no choice but to submit and let you use me however you want every time you wan—"

There was a thunderous crack, then an ear-piercing moan as Nerissa found herself suddenly forced downward to take in Shiori's whole, girthy length completely.

"Fuck! Oh… oh god!"

Nerissa felt full, so fucking full. Satisfyingly so. She didn't realize how much the edging had gotten to her until she had gotten an ounce of sweet relief. Fuck, this was so much more satisfying than having it in her mouth, and she thought she was already in heaven then.

All bravado gone, Nerissa failed to find any strength at all to move her legs so she could bounce up and down—just the presence inside her alone rendered her weak. Shiori had taken control anyway, with her hand on her hip and directing the motions—wait, hand?

She didn't get how she missed it, but Shiori had created a massive crack on one of the armrests. It didn't allow any form of escape, but it did allow her to at least touch the woman on her lap and move her any way she wanted to.

It was nothing too strenuous. In fact, the movements were minimal relative to the effect it had on her: Shiori was merely grinding up very precisely against Nerissa's most sensitive spots until the pleasure had her wailing and opening herself wider.

"You feel so good… inside me, darling…!"

"Thanks… but Rissa… you have to loosen up. Please…!" Shiori begged as if Nerissa could control anything from her waist down. Was she clenching or not? She couldn't really tell. All she could feel was the ecstasy that had her tightly in its hold. Her lover's body that she gripped tightly in her arms was the only thing grounding her.

Shit, I'm coming so fast too.

"S-say my name first," she demanded with a kiss on her cheek.

"...Nnh… R-Rissa…"

Oh, that sounded so good. Soft, weak, her name uttered like a prayer.

"Say my name."

"Nerissa."

A shiver ran down her spine at the low voice the woman under her used. That wasn't Shiori's affectionate nickname for her. And yet, with the way she said it, it still affected her so much.

"Again?"

A rumble from Shiori's chest vibrated pleasantly against Nerissa's own body.

"Say it again, my darling, or I'll have to squeeze down and have you call me 'Mistress'."

She continued with her up-and-down movement on her fiancée's dick. It took her a while to notice that her threat was met with resistance. Shiori must be fuming. After all, it was quite ballsy of her to try and assert dominance over her lover, her top, her Master.

Yes. Get mad, then fuck me with that pent-up rage.

"Mistress Nerissa, please-please… please stop being so tight or—I'll… I'll cum again," the desperate, angry, vulgar plea came so suddenly, that it took Nerissa by the throat and threw her off the edge. With a grunt, she resumed bouncing like mad on Shiori's lap, impaling herself on inches upon inches of rigid, solid arousal until she inevitably came.

She felt so depraved, orgasming from being stretched, stroked, and filled by that monstrously huge cock, without any effort put into stimulating her clit at all. Devastating quakes racked her being, the most earth-shattering spasms she could ever remember having. Shiori's words and expertise of her body aside, she couldn't forgive herself for being so easy.

"Oh crap... oh crap…!" Shiori pushed her hips out and her legs fidgeted furiously as she too came from the violent convulsions around her. Every movement of the woman on her lap made it harder for her to come down, and each drop of her seed shot straight inside Nerissa, who was all too happy to receive it.

Splotches of black and white filled Shiori's vision. They had both kept thrusting into each other through their peaks until they had to stop, until the overwhelming spasms were subdued.

Suddenly, Nerissa was laughing against her ear, and she was getting kisses all over her sweaty face.

Shiori noted her performance with disappointment. So much for fucking Nerissa until she was limp.

"Your… your dancing…" Shiori panted out her excuse. "Made me premature."

The petulance on top of Shiori's defensiveness made Nerissa laugh. Apparently, she wasn't the only one worried about being a quick shot.

"Why, thank you, Shiorin. That's the best compliment you can give me. You don't have to be ashamed of it."

Shiori threw her head back onto the chair's backrest with a groan. Her unseeing eyes swept the ceiling in despair.

"¡Ay caramba! This is a new low for me…"

She looked back down to meet hungry pink eyes when she felt a hand on her chest.

"No, I think you did good, Shiori… except you weren't rough with me at all. You're going to get hard again and you'll show me you have more in you, right?"

Just by her tone, there was only one possible answer. Shiori took a deep breath. "...Yeah…"

Nerissa's mouth found hers in an open-mouthed kiss. Shiori was still—or maybe already—a little hard. Back in business in literally no time.

"I think it's time to free you from your restraints."

"Heck yeah, finally."

Nerissa gave a sweet smile to Shiori, who ignored the inkling that there was a drop of mockery in it. Nerissa patted herself down slowly as if looking for something. "Ope… but I seem to have lost the keys, Shiwowi~"

"Oh, that's okay. I'm so horny I could probably break out of these—"

"Can you look for them for me?"

Shiori's offer stopped dead in its tracks.

"You don't want me to break the armrests? Okay. Arf arf! Shiori Novella here, ready for a fetch quest! Where do I start looking?"

She wondered if she had the strength to drag the chair around the house with Nerissa on her lap. Or she could just leave her and walk on her feet, the handcuffed chair following her like a turtle's shell.

Nerissa's sultry smile widened at her eagerness. A long, slender finger pointed at the cleavage part of her corset.

"In here."

Shiori gaped at her in excitement. Her heartbeat picked up at the realization that this was still part of Nerissa's plan. Without thinking twice, she took one end of a front lace between her teeth.

"May I?"

"Go ahead."

With that, she pulled. The front lacing came loose easily, making the breasts fall forward with their weight, and providing an opening that she could stick her face into.

"Welp, no point in dillydallying. I'm going in. Cowabunga!"

Gently, Shiori nuzzled her nose between her breasts, then pulled back out immediately.

"Oh wait, I think I should have said 'cannonball'." She dived back in. Then pulled out again. "Or rather 'cannonballssss'—plural, 'cause you have two titties." And then she was nose-deep into her boobs again.

Nerissa's body usually smelled of sugar cookies, of the sweet, homey scent of sugar, butter, and baked goods. But at the moment, she smelled of something fancy, something more mature. Like those rich-girl perfumes. And more importantly, she smelled like a woman.

Far be it for Shiori to call herself feral—well, not that far, actually—but the thought of a nubile, submissive, breedable woman within reach had her salivating, grunting as she jerked her hips forcefully. She had no idea what it was, but something about Nerissa's feminine charm was just begging for Shiori to fold her like a pretzel, to run that golden voice ragged until she was hoarse.

"You smell nice," Shiori muttered against the feverish skin of her chest while she ground her hardness against wet lace. "Not that you don't usually do, but this smells different from your usual. But still nice."

"Mmn. I'm glad you like it. It has notes of jasmine… vanilla… ambergris, and sandalwo—" Nerissa's sentence was already fragmented by gasps, coming to a head when she was cut off, but it was not because of anything Shiori did. The Demon of Sound, known to have driven people to madness, got a taste of her own medicine just staring at those captivating eyes regarding her with the hunger of a beast of prey.

She wanted to kiss Shiori so badly she cut her own sentence short just to do exactly that. Their mouths met with the wet sounds of saliva. It was a mess of tongues and teeth, each woman just eager to have each other in any way they could.

"Do you… want to know… what the name of this… scent is?" Nerissa managed to ask between kisses.

"Sure…mmm… why not."

There was a tiny whine when Nerissa pulled back to separate them. She couldn't tell who it came from.

"'Sex and Jasmine'."

Silence.

Then a deep breath. Like Shiori was trying to hold back a laugh. "Sounds wholesome."

"Very wholesome."

Shiori's eyes closed before they kissed again. The taller woman's long fingers pulled at her face as if she couldn't get enough of her. Shiori knew she couldn't last like this for much longer or she was going to go completely insane, and she wasn't sure the world was ready for a Shiori Novella whose hair had all turned white.

Shiori painfully tore herself away. "I need my hands out of these," she said both as a temporary goodbye and as a way to remind herself of what she was supposed to be doing.

Her lips left kisses and bites in their wake during her journey, made better by the little gasps Nerissa made in response.

She assumed she didn't have much farther to go. Surely the keys weren't kept very far below the top, otherwise it would be an actual struggle getting it rather than a fun game made to edge them both.

And as she expected, her teeth soon hit metal just a few centimeters after.

Now I gotcha!

Pulling firmly, she freed the keyring that seemed to be fastened to the inside of the corset. She smiled proudly at Nerissa with the keyring firmly between her teeth: the terrier had successfully fetched its stick.

Nerissa rewarded her with a pat on the head. "Good job, my puppy! I knew you could do it. Now—"

All of a sudden, those golden puppy eyes shining with the earnest desire to be helpful turned impish. Just as Nerissa reached out to take the keys, Shiori opened her mouth, causing them to drop back in the corset.

"Whoops. Dang, that's ditzy of me." Shiori shook her head at herself like reprimanding a child. "Guess I gotta get back under the corset. Let me pick that up again."

Nerissa gaped at her cheeky prisoner in surprise. It brought her so much elation to see that Shiori wasn't only playing along, but was dishing back as good as she got.

"Would you mind…? Loosening the back?"

Nerissa looked back at her, stunned. She hadn't planned for them to go that far quite yet, but she could adapt. "...Alright."

Her loosening the back laces gave the whole corset enough slack to fall slightly. The bust area, which had been fighting to contain her assets, happily slipped off with relief, completely revealing her breasts to the only other occupant of the room. Or rather, just one breast, because Shiori's mouth latched onto the other as soon as she could.

A cry escaped Nerissa, loud and clear over the sensual music still playing.

"Your badonkas are so tiny," Shiori muttered while her mouth was full of the plump flesh.

"Shut up. You…! Ahh–! You can't even fit them into your mouth!"

To hide her lack of retort, Shiori further busied her mouth with her breasts. Nerissa's arms wrapped around her, fingers stroking through white hair encouragingly while Shiori's tongue swirled furiously around her erect buds, alternating between sucks and kisses.

Soon she was nibbling on her nipples with her teeth. Every bite sent shocks and bolts of electricity between Nerissa's legs until they were all she could feel. The sweet, sweet pain on her nipples made them feel like they were on fire. She was shivering on Shiori's lap, arching her back into her mouth, head void of nothing but what they were doing.

"The… the keys… where…" she tried to say as a distraction. She was the seductress here, and her job wasn't done yet. If there was anyone that should be a slave to pleasure right now, it shouldn't be her… yet.

Shiori responded to her question, which Nerissa almost forgot she asked, by bucking against her. The stiff prick that rubbed against her almost sent Nerissa back in a daze, if not for the metallic sound that came with it. The keyring had fallen off from the inside of her corset and between their legs, resting snugly between the apex of her thighs and Shiori's shaft.

Keys and cuffs jingled in harmony as she grabbed both the keys and her fiancée's cock in one fell swoop.

"Thank you, darling," she purred. "You'll be free in no time."

And about time too, because Nerissa realized now, giving a lap dance had as much an effect on her as it probably had on Shiori. Her fingers wrapped around her captive's wrist, but she noticeably hesitated as she held the key at the handcuff's keyhole.

Look, she's a demon. And the most evil thought just intruded into the forefront of her mind. It's gonna be such a bad decision that she knew it could backfire on her too.

But it would be so interesting.

"What is it this time?" Shiori asked impatiently during Nerissa's long pause of not unlocking her cuffs like she promised.

Nerissa smiled at her, like she was going to ask a riddle that Shiori wouldn't be able to solve. "Are you sure you want me to free you? Once I do, the show ends."

Shiori thought back to when she had her first eyeful of her lover's crotchless underwear, how her ass ground down on her dick in tune with the music, how Nerissa's whole body twisted in pleasure from thinking of her as she danced. The decision weighed back and forth in Shiori's head. She doesn't get to see that kind of blood-pumping, boner-raising, wet dream-fueling spectacle every day. She was sure Nerissa would do this kind of thing again if she so much as asked, but…

"...Fine. Maybe I'd like to watch you wiggle your butt a little more…" The words of her answer came out with a petulant growl rippling underneath.

Two clinks came, one right after the other. The cuff fastening Shiori's hand to the unbroken armrest fell to the ground: a reward for her honesty, and for being a good audience.

Her other hand stayed in its restraints. Nerissa flipped on her lap so she was facing away, her legs spread with Shiori's between them. Fearing what she was planning, the latter's freed hand gripped the armrest like it had before.

Nerissa noticed this and chose to tease. "This hand is free, you know." And to demonstrate, she drew circles on Shiori's wrist with her thumb as if to say 'See? No metal restraints.'

But when she tried to pull the hand up, she found herself needing to put effort into extricating the armchair from Shiori's grip. Finger by finger by finger, Nerissa pried Shiori's newly-liberated hand from its white-knuckled grip on the wood. Only for it to grab desperately onto her chest instead.

They both moaned at the sensation of Shiori's hand covering her breast, a rough fondling that paid special attention to her hard, sensitive nipples. With Shiori's hand in hers, Nerissa guided it down, under the swell of her breasts, down her slim stomach and up again, then swerving down between her legs. She slipped two of Shiori's fingers inside herself and left her hand there, while her own hand continued even lower to grab a handful of Shiori's undercarriage. She heard a groan, followed by a bite on her back at the same time that Shiori bucked into her hand. Long fingers teasingly stroked her on the balls as her hand slid back up.

Nerissa got a giggle for her pains, both shy and exasperated. "Rissaaaa, whatcha doing?"

"Hmm? You don't like me playing with them?"

"I…I… Nah… that feels great."

Nerissa's entrance was still dripping hot cum, but Shiori didn't seem put off by it even a little, with how dexterously and enthusiastically she fingered around in her hole. Rubbing, stroking, making the woman in her lap jump. Shiori's strong, calloused fingers made for a more flexible, if not more frantic, lover than her cock, and soon Nerissa was convulsing from the electricity coursing continuously from between her legs.

"Uhhn… you fuck me so well…!"

The hand strummed Nerissa furiously like she was a guitar. An embarrassing sloshing came from the wetness of her legs, and all this without any of the fingers making their way inside. Her hips moved to change that, but Shiori's regained dexterity was giving her the opportunity to tease her again. Rubbing outside, occasionally slapping her swollen clit, Nerissa clenched her stomach just to resist, to no avail. Her hand on her lover's sack faltered, just as she could feel her own slick squirt into that merciless hand.

Nerissa fell backward in a sweaty heap against Shiori, panting like mad. Her eyes were cast skyward but she saw nothing. Her lover's hand appeared just on the edge of her vision, then made slow, exaggerated shaking motions to shake off the juices.

'Look, Rissa. Look how wet you are. Look how wet I made you. Look how filthy this mess you made is,' the action seemed to say. Hot drops of her own nectar graced her skin and her corset that had been sitting useless at her midsection.

Nerissa summoned whatever focus she could muster. Get a grip! You have more to do!

"You said you wanted to see me dance more…" She removed her corset and added it to the pile of her discarded clothing scattered around the chair. "Can't disappoint my loyal audience's request."

"Yeah… even though I'm so horny for your hot bird ass." And the laugh that Nerissa had, sounding as if she knew the power that she had, just added to Shiori's self-admitted horniness.

She reached down slowly to pick up a white shirt from the floor.

The impossibly-thin fabric slid over her skin, crinkly as tracing paper, and just as transparent. As Nerissa buttoned up the shirt, Shiori decided there was no way this was the same one that hid the corset earlier.

The material was much thinner. Her erect nipples were so visible Shiori could practically taste them again just by looking. This shirt had a collar with black piping, framing another plunging neckline where the top button didn't even cover up Nerissa's cleavage. As if that wasn't enough, it didn't seem possible to close the shirt all the way to the top in the first place—the two topmost buttons looked like they'd explode off of the shirt if Nerissa dared to try and close them.

"I'm talkin' to ya, see you standin' over there with your body

Feelin' like I wanna rock with your body"

For the songs that had lyrics in them, they fluctuated between suggestive and explicit, between cute innuendos and downright crass. So crass that they described certain activities in excruciating detail. And by excruciating, Shiori meant that it was excruciating to not be able to do to Nerissa what the songs were goading her into doing.

And with the songs in the playlist that did not have lyrics, they all provided a mood that helped build the tension yet provided reprieve at the perfect times.

Shiori marveled in sadistic delight as Nerissa wobbled to her feet. That's her handiwork—and cockiwork, heh—right there. She almost clicked her tongue in disappointment when the tall woman gathered her bearings so quickly and started warming up to her dancing again.

"I'm comin' at ya 'cause I know you got a bad reputation

Doesn't matter, 'cause you give me temptation"

The urge to watch and the urge to fuck were tearing her apart. God, watching Nerissa dance was so entertaining. Rather than a raven, her beauty seemed more fitting for a dark angel, luring Shiori into temptation with the sin of lust wrapped in dark, lustrous feathers. It was the way her body undulated to the music, completely in tune as if Shiori's efforts from earlier did little to affect her. It was an error Shiori would correct once she got her hands on her later.

"I've been here all night, I've been here all day

And, boy, got me walkin' side to side"

Speaking of hands, a warm pair of them separated her thighs for Nerissa to sway her body side to side, up and down, while she stood between them. Shiori's already-accelerated heartbeat sped up even faster at the shameless eyefucking she gave her as she moved. Suddenly, she was no longer so sure she wanted to keep watching Nerissa dance instead of going straight into fucking, and she squeezed her eyes shut.

"What is this song even about? Is she, like, pacing or something? Why's she walking side to side?"

Shiori brought the random question up as a distraction, an attempt to distract herself by summoning her dumb, bratty side. She knew by the evil giggle she got in response that she shouldn't have asked.

"It's about riding and fucking so hard that she's too sore to walk straight."

A drop of sweat trickled down the side of Shiori's face. "Ah… okay, cool. Wooh. I think… I need a beer."

Her attempt at a casual remark came just in time as Nerissa turned her back on her. The latter had to bite her cheek to refrain from laughing at the out-of-character comment that she knew was made in a panic.

She took both of Shiori's hands in hers, then slapped them against her hips and continued swaying them. She was running on instinct, but seduction just came naturally to her. Additionally, giving this lap dance really just bought her a reason for her to take physical contact with her lover as she desired, while also effortlessly taking away the latter's ability to fake disinterest.

Shiori's desire for her was just so transparent like this. And somehow, it was so much more flattering than all the admiring looks, the lustful gazes, the reverent glances she has ever received from others, combined.

The devilish diva's strut was brimming with confidence. She whisper-sang the lewdest lines from the songs while continuing to move like seduction was her only purpose. A succubus, in the flesh.

And the little touches, like shifting her weight the slightest bit, or a stray wink, or her popping her leg cutely…

…It was fucking maddening.

"Push me up against the wall, don't take it easy

You like it hard like me, it's what you need"

Her chosen lyrics painted a vivid picture. And Shiori decided she was already dying to paint.

The next thing Nerissa knew, her back had slammed against the wall and Shiori was balls-deep inside her.

To Be Continued…