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  Liath pulls Hyacinth close into her arms, and strokes her back. “To be clear,” she says, “We’re pausing because I’m not sure if I’m comfortable. We don’t know how this new ability of yours works, after all. For all we know, it could cut out at any moment, and if you’d already been cwed up… That could leave you in a nasty situation.”

  That gives Hyacinth pause. “Yeah,” she admits. “That does make me nervous. I don’t even know if this is a css feature or not…”

  Liath nods. “I think we should quickly talk to Mica about it, since if you can do it once, you can probably do it again… And just confirm that it’s safe.”

  Hyacinth sighs, but nods. “Alright. Since you had to go and be all reasonable about it. Have you considered asking More Bien as well?”

  “No,” Liath says. “I hadn’t thought of that. Perhaps you could, if you wouldn’t mind?”

  “More Bien,” Hyacinth says. “What was that magic that just happened?”

  [Move Registry: Fantasy Surge]

  [This move grants one of a number of beneficial effects in exchange for draining the user’s physical energy. It may drop the subject into subspace, make them be pleasured by otherwise painful stimuli, or grant more targeted effects based on other kinks. The effects st until actively resisted by the user in most cases. In the specific case of the Masochism effect, it sts until the sexual encounter ends or until it is deliberately thrown off.]

  Hyacinth twitches her ears. “Is the Masochism effect still active on me?”

  [No. The sex was interrupted by mutual agreement.]

  “How can I activate the masochism effect again?”

  [Focus on craving it with all the strength your little heart can muster.]

  Hyacinth nods. “Thank you, More Bien.”

  There’s no reply.

  Hyacinth looks over at Liath. “Basically,” she says, “It sts until sex is over, which happened because we interrupted things, so we’ll have to renew it to make it work again.” She pouts. “So it would have worked if you’d just kept going!”

  Liath chuckles. “Yes, yes, little pet, I know you can’t help but crave to be hurt. But it was worth checking, for safety’s sake. I assume you can renew it?”

  Hyacinth nods quickly. “Yeah, I think so. I just — need to get into the right headspace.”

  “Alright.” Liath pulls Hyacinth in close. “Now, then,” she says. “Where were we?” She traces her fingers over Hyacinth’s scratched-raw breast, and Hyacinth lets out a hissing breath. “Ah, yes…” She digs in her nails, just lightly enough to send a painful twinge all the way through Hyacinth’s body.

  Hyacinth bites back a swear. “Ow, ow, ow…”

  “Pet,” Liath purrs. “You asked to be hurt, did you not?” Her hand traces down across Hyacinth’s belly, and takes a firm grasp of her cock. “Perhaps you need a little incentive.”

  Hyacinth flushes, her cock pulsing in Liath’s hand, and presses in closer. “Maybe, yeah…” She closes her eyes, and listens to the sensations; the rubbed-raw scratches in her skin, the feeling of Liath’s hand against her cock…

  Liath strokes her, slow and steady, and with her other hand she pys her fingers over the scratches in Hyacinth’s skin. It hurts, but the pain and the pleasure mix so wonderfully, so sweetly in her body…

  She twitches in Liath’s hand and blindly presses in, hoping to be kissed —

  What she gets instead is a teasing nibble with very sharp teeth at her shoulder and colr, nipping at her skin, not hard enough to more than edge into pain, but ripe with the promise of more…

  She shivers, her body reacting to the teasing touch, and something clicks again and the scratches all over her breasts come back to life, sending shivers of pleasure rolling through her body.

  “Ah,” she sighs. “I — It worked, it worked again —”

  “Good girl,” Liath purrs. “Now, it’s up to you. Shall I cw you up, little pet?”

  “Please,” Hyacinth begs. “Tear into me. Hurt me more. Sink your cws into my skin. Make me feel it, all of it —”

  “With pleasure.” Liath’s nails sharpen and harden, and sink into Hyacinth’s flesh, tearing at her, ripping at her skin, gouging bloody furrows across her body and deep into her breasts.

  Red explodes behind Hyacinth’s eyes, and she’s nearly overcome, the pleasure-pain that rolls through her intense, sharp and cutting, fierce enough to leave her gasping. “Liath,” she moans. “Liath, fuck, yes, ruin me —”

  Liath doesn’t even need to keep stroking at Hyacinth’s cock: instead she brings her hands to the bloody furrows in Hyacinth’s flesh and presses in the pain, forcing Hyacinth to feel every inch of her torn-up breasts with full fidelity and strength.

  “A-aaaah!” Hyacinth lets out a sound halfway between a moan and a whimper, her whole body convulsing beneath Liath’s hands, her world washing away in pain that tears at her mind and makes her cock burn with deep and utter arousal. She’s so close, so so close —

  “More,” she moans, “please, more —”

  In response, Liath brings in her sharp teeth and bites at Hyacinth’s shoulder, driving even more pain through her body. She growls hard in her throat as her teeth sink into Hyacinth’s flesh, pressing in as hard as she can to make her whole body light up in pain —

  Hyacinth lets out a strangled gasp as star-white agony bursts behind her eyelids, her whole body utterly overcome. Her cock twitches and another load spills from it — but this one gleams a soft pink color, not the color of blood or the color of seed but the color of magic —

  The pain swallows Hyacinth up, and she drifts in it, ecstasy and agony wracking her at the same time, her tortured breasts sending jolt after jolt of fierce, twangy pleasure-pain into her mind with every breath she takes.

  Then, after a small eternity, she crashes back to earth, completely wrung out, her body overcome by the hurt and the pleasure.

  “Liath,” she moans softly. “Liath…”

  Pink light glitters and fshes above her body, then burns down and alights in her heart — even as her wounds heal and her skin seals together once more.

  “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh…” Hyacinth curls up in Liath’s arms, completely spent, her body wrung out in every way. Ichor lingers in her heart, and Liath favours her with soft and gentle petting down her back and over her ears.

  “Well done,” Liath says, a fierce smile coming to her lips. “Very, very well done.”

  Hyacinth coos, and nestles into Liath’s arms, and knows nothing more for a long, long while.

  ~*~

  Hyacinth awakens with her head in Liath’s p, being gently petted as she’s pressed up against her nude body. Fighting her way up out of a cloud of deep satisfaction, she raises her head and kisses Liath’s belly.

  “Ah,” Liath says, a smile coming to her lips. “You’re finally awake. Inconsiderate of you, don’t you think, not giving me an orgasm and then falling asleep in my p?”

  Hyacinth flushes deeply, and sits up hastily. “I, um, uh…”

  Liath ughs, a bright, melodious sound. “No need to panic, dove. I merely meant to say…” She shifts up onto the bed and spreads her own legs a little, exposing her spined, demonic cock. “Perhaps you could attend to me a little more?”

  Hyacinth flushes, and nods eagerly. “Okay,” she says, eyeing the backwards-pointing spines on Liath’s dick warily. “I, um… I have to ask…”

  Liath reaches out and pets Hyacinth’s ears a little. “Don’t worry,” she says. “They only dig in when I flex them deliberately. Otherwise they’re quite soft and pleasurable.”

  “O-oh,” Hyacinth says, swallowing hard. “Okay…”

  She shifts in to kneel between Liath’s legs, looking down at her cock. “So, um…”

  “Please,” Liath says. “Go ahead.”

  Hesitantly, Hyacinth lowers her head to the tip of Liath’s spined cock, and kisses it gently.

  Liath lets out a soft sigh, and smiles at Hyacinth. “Good girl,” she says. “More?”

  Hyacinth kneels in closer, and brings her tongue in, running it lightly along each soft barb on Liath’s cock, feeling their bumpy texture. Fear and arousal mix as she kisses up and down Liath’s demonic length, tasting her again and again.

  “Ah…” Liath smiles and runs a hand through Hyacinth’s hair. “I think that’s wet enough,” she says, her smile widening. “Are you comfortable with… taking me inside you?”

  Hyacinth flushes, bloody images going through her mind for a moment before she pushes them away. “I, um… Yes. I think so. As long as you don’t flex.”

  “I won’t.” Liath pulls Hyacinth in close, into her p, and sits up and kisses her. “My cute little fox. I would never do anything to hurt you that you didn’t ask for.”

  Hyacinth bites her lip, and nods. “Okay,” she says. “I trust you.”

  Liath lifts Hyacinth’s hips gently, and presses her spit-slicked cock to Hyacinth’s hole. “Ready?” she asks.

  Hyacinth flushes, nods, and very slowly sits down onto Liath’s cock, feeling each set of soft spines slip into her one after another. She shivers a little; it’s awful and perfect.

  “You have an interesting look in your eyes,” Liath purrs. “So needy, and yet so scared of what you want…”

  In response, Hyacinth leans in and kisses Liath’s lips. “Right now,” she whispers. “What I want is you. In all your terrible glory. It’s scary to be yours, when I know you want to tear me apart. When I know I want to be torn apart. When it might actually happen, eventually. But…” She bows her head and touches her forehead to Liath’s. “I trust you.”

  Liath takes a sharp breath, then nods back. “I’ll do my best to be worth your trust.”

  And she slowly rolls her hips up into Hyacinth.

  Hyacinth lets out a soft sigh, and rolls her hips back, feeling how the soft spines on Liath’s cock grind into her prostate. It feels good. Really, really good. And she wants to feel more. More and more and more.

  “I want to feel you,” Hyacinth murmurs. “I want to be one with you. I want to share in your joys and your hurts. Because… Because we’re connected, us two, by this bck craving in our hearts…”

  She kisses Liath again, and looks deep into her slitted red eyes. “I want to know just how far the two of us can go, in time.”

  Liath bares her teeth, and looks back into Hyacinth’s eyes, her gaze drilling into Hyacinth’s. “Good.” Her hands come in, grabbing possessive handfuls of Hyacinth’s ass and hips, and she starts to thrust up into Hyacinth with pump after pump of her hips.

  Hyacinth moans, slumping forwards a little over Liath, and does her best to keep up with Liath’s steady rhythm, bouncing along to thrust after thrust. Her breath comes hard as her core muscles and thighs work together, grinding in as best she can — but she can’t keep up with Liath’s pace. With thrust after thrust of her heavy, thick cock, Liath pumps deep into Hyacinth again and again, keeping a pace that Hyacinth has no hope of reciprocating.

  Rather than try and keep up, Hyacinth falls forward, and grabs hard onto Liath, pressing her in skin to skin. “Yours,” she moans, “Yours, yours, yours —”

  Liath thrusts up into Hyacinth again, and moans out hard from the intensity of Hyacinth’s clenching inner walls, the sudden skin contact heightening things dramatically. Her body trembles even as Hyacinth convulses on her cock, their bodies moving together jerkily but enough to overcome them both with washes of deep and fring pleasure —

  “Hyacinth,” Liath gasps. “I’m going to come —”

  “Come,” Hyacinth moans back, “Spend your load inside me, fill me up, I need it, I need to feel you —”

  Liath thrusts deep into Hyacinth one st time, and both of them tip over the edge together, heat fring through both their bodies. Shot after shot of hot seed sinks deep into Hyacinth even as her own cock drools out an orgasm onto Liath’s belly, and she lurches forwards and kisses Liath hard, hard, hard —

  They are one, one being, coming together, melding into each other, feeling the heat and press of flesh against flesh, and euphoria and burning pleasure burn through both their hearts in a single, star-bright, perfect moment —

  Slowly, they come down from the high, their bodies exhausted, panting out breath after breath, and Hyacinth nuzzles into Liath’s nose and she ughs and everything is impossibly good.

  Hyacinth tears up, and clings to Liath hard. “I,” she rubs at her eyes, “I — yes, oh my god that was so perfect, I — I can’t even, there aren’t words —”

  Liath kisses her forehead, and smiles, and nods. “Yeah,” she says softly. “We… touched something, there…”

  She crushes Hyacinth close, and they stay, the moment lingering in their hearts and in the satisfaction of their bodies as they rest together.

  “... I think I love you,” Hyacinth murmurs in Liath’s ear.

  “I think so too,” Liath murmurs back. “... I love you too, I mean.”

  “Yeah,” Hyacinth says. “Yeah.”

  There’s no need to say anything more.

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