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Long, lavender hair was spread across the velvet sheets, belonging to the woman who laid upon them, Black Swan. She laid on her back, staring upwards at the other woman, with a smirk present on her soft lips. Acheron found herself caught staring at them for an extended period of time, panting heavily. As she gradually looked down, she saw more and more of the woman’s body. Much of her soft and pale skin was left exposed, breasts and pussy alike. Her clothes seemingly were torn to shreds, with thin pieces left on her and the rest scattered around both the bed and the floor. Numerous red markings were present along her torso and neck, clearly bite marks.
Acheron felt a warmth in her crotch as she was pulled closer to Black Swan, by something around her neck. Instantly, she became aware of the collar she wore, and the long leash held by Black Swan.“Please… I need you…”
Acheron offered a nod and looked downwards, being met with the sight of the woman’s glistening folds. Without hesitation, she began lining her tip up with the entrance.
Suddenly, she was hit with a flash of light. She looked around, clearly panicked, only to see the same woman beside her, except she was sitting on a chair, and it was Acheron who laid upon the bed.
“Wha…?” She mumbled out, looking up into Black Swan’s eyes.
“What was going on there exactly?”
Acheron looked away, with a faint redness becoming present in her cheeks.
“I- Well- Uhm…”
A hand comes out, grabbing her by the chin as she is forced to look at Black Swan.
“Acheron…?”
“It- Uhm… A dream… From a few nights ago…”
“A dream, hmm?”
The woman gives a quick nod. “Yes, a dream.”
Black Swan let go of Acheron’s chin, as she let out a chuckle. She leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms beneath her chest. “I see. You know… If you have such desires, I am always open to hearing them personally.”
Acheron found her gaze falling to the other’s cleavage while she listened. Silence lingered in the room, as she tried to formulate her words, she lost herself in the sight of Black Swan once more, this time in real life.
Then, a sigh came to break the silence. “Are you just going to stare at me…? Go on, ask.”
Acheron’s head tilted back up as she locked eyes with Black Swan. “Can we…?”
“Can we what?”
“Tsk… You’re really going to make me spell it out?”
“What, is that such a daunting task even for you, Acheron?”
The emanator’s brows furrowed as her gaze was averted. Once again, silence filled the room for a few seconds before being broken once more. “Will you put a collar on me?”
Black Swan nodded. “Mmhm. Gladly, Dear. Is that all?”
Acheron’s eyes returned to the other, as her lips curled into a slight smile. “Yes.”
- - -
Minutes later, the twos’ positions had switched. Black Swan sat at the edge of the bed, legs parted just enough to allow Acheron’s head between them, which she kept in place with both a firm hold on the leash she held in one hand, and the leg she had over the woman’s shoulder. Between her plump thighs, she had a perfect sight of Acheron, who lapped away at her folds as if it was her life goal, completely unrelenting in her licking.
It was the constant pressure on her neck as Black Swan maintained the tension in the leash that pushed her to such diligence, as if she saw herself serving Black Swan. Her work was not without reward, as she was gifted with hearing the symphony of moans let out by her partner.
Acheron soon brought a hand up the length of Black Swan’s leg, gliding against the soft skin of her calf and then inner thigh as it moved towards her clit. She pressed a thumb to it, rubbing small circles as she pulled away as much as the leash would allow her to, so that she could look up at Black Swan.
Immediately, she was pulled back in, which earned a small grunt from her as she got back to work. She brought her hand down and began to trace Black Swan’s hole with her fingertips, while her mouth moved to give more attention to the woman’s clit.
Without warning, Black Swan pressed a foot against Acheron’s cock, pushing it back up against her abdomen. Instantly, Acheron gulped, disrupting her motions. Black Swan felt the woman’s length flexing against her foot, which prompted her to push even harder against it.
As if to protest against this, Acheron forced two of her fingers into Black Swan, which instantly earned her a bit of relief. Yet another moan was forced out of the memokeeper, who tugged once more at the leash, telling Acheron to put her mouth to work, which was instantly understood, evidenced by the soft suckling Black Swan felt upon her clit.
“Good girl… So good for me, Acheron…”
Acheron was able to glance up and see a soft smile upon Black Swan’s lips as she began to thrust her fingers in and out.
Eventually, Acheron felt the walls clenching around her fingers, which brought her to seek out Black Swan’s g-spot, rubbing against it to draw out her partner’s climax.
The memokeeper held Acheron close as the waves of pleasure took over her body. She held the leash taut and used her free hand to grab a fistful of the purple hair between her thighs, pulling at it as she gyrated her hips up against Acheron’s mouth and fingers. Acheron was happy to hear the moans Black Swan let out, feeling as if she had done her duty.
Eventually, she was pushed away as the sound of panting and heavy breaths could be heard. She brought her fingers to her mouth, licking them clean as she stared up at Black Swan, wishing for more, yet unable to ask for it.
Once she had gathered herself, the memokeeper returned Acheron’s stare. “I never knew you would be so eager for such things… A self-annihilator, taking such pleasure in being collared for another.” She let out a soft chuckle as Acheron simply continued to stare like a lost puppy.
“What is the meaning behind your stare, Acheron? Could it be you wish for more? Or perhaps you wish to be pleasured yourself…?” She let out a soft sigh. “How greedy…” Acheron frowned and let her head drop slightly. “Yes, please… Black Swan… Let me be inside…”
“Goodness, alright. I suppose you’ve earned your share, my dearest pup.” Instantly, Acheron looked back up with widened eyes as she began to rise.
Black Swan moved aside to allow Acheron onto the bed, giving her room to lay down comfortably as she began to straddle the woman’s hips, sitting down as she forced Acheron’s cock down against her abdomen once more, this time with the lips of Black Swan’s pussy rubbing against her shaft. “But there will be one rule to this. No, two rules. First, no moving or touching.” She held a hand up and raised one finger. “Second, no cumming until I permit it.” A second finger was raised.
Acheron stared at Black Swan’s hand as she listened to the rules, thinking to herself for a few seconds before a nod was given. “Okay… I’ll try.”
Unsatisfied, Black Swan shook her head. “No trying. You will.” She said, with another tug of Acheron’s leash.
“Y- Yes, sorry.”
“Good girl.”
Black Swan raised her hips and grabbed Acheron’s cock by it’s base, angling it upright as she lined it up against her hole.
Acheron watched the sight with a lustful glare, wishing so much she could thrust up inside of her partner, yet she couldn’t. She laid idly as Black Swan came down on her at what felt like an excruciatingly slow pace, continuing until Acheron’s length was completely enveloped in her warmness.
She splayed a hand down against Acheron’s abs, curling her fingers slightly so that her nails could drag against the ridges of her skin and muscles. Slowly, she began to grind herself back and forth, enjoying the fullness that Acheron provided her with no regard for Acheron’s own desires.
As she continued, Acheron’s discontent grew more and more obvious. Her hands twitched as she held back her need to grab Black Swan by her hips and fuck into her at her own pace. Soft moans were forced out despite her clear attempts to hold them back.
Black Swan took pleasure in the torment she could see Acheron experience, but she wasn’t so evil as to drag it on endlessly. “Such a needy little puppy aren’t you…” She said, reaching out as she grabbed the woman’s jaw, giving it a light squeeze. She began to deepen her motions and lift herself with each of them, allowing Acheron to truly feel the movements.
Acheron couldn’t muster up any words, and just swallowed as she fought back her carnal instincts.
Seeing her struggle, Black Swan began to move faster, allowing the sound of their skin hitting to be heard each time she dropped her hips back down.
“But you’re doing so good for me…”
“P- Please…”
“No, no. Remember our rules Acheron.”
The emanator looked away as he gritted her teeth, trying to hold back her pleasure. Beads of precum began to leak from her tip, and she knew she wouldn’t be able to maintain this for much longer.
It was clear to Black Swan that Acheron was nearing her limit, yet she said nothing of it, and continued her motions as if Acheron was a mere dildo. Sensitive from her previous climax, she wished to ride out another, and wouldn’t let Acheron finish until she could.
“I- I can’t hold it…” Acheron looked back towards Black Swan, eyes hungry as she ached for release. “Please…”
The memokeepers motions slowed, returning to the initial grinding once more. “Not yet my puppy… Hold on just a little longer for me.”
Acheron gave a weak nod as she held back a moan.
Black Swan dragged her along the edge of her climax for what felt like an eternity, speeding up and slowing down a few times. Acheron felt as if she was moments away from her release the entire time, wishing so desperately she could take control, but every tug on her leash reminded her of the situation and kept her composed enough to bite back her desires.
But finally, Black Swan sped up once more, faster than she had yet. “Beg…” She said between moans, clearly about to reach her own climax.
Acheron gulped. “I can’t- P- Please Black Swan… Let me cum… Inside, please… I can’t hold it…”
There was no response for several seconds, only the slapping of skin. Acheron let out a loud groan. “Please…!”
“Yes Acheron- Let me feel you~”
That was all the emanator needed, she let her body relax just slightly and her pleasure was finally released. Black Swan fell forwards slightly, catching herself on Acheron’s shoulder as she continued to grind slowly as her walls were painted white. Acheron reached up, holding Black Swan tight as the two finished together, bodies as one.
Once the two finally separated, deep breaths had replaced the moaning. The two stared into each other's eyes for several seconds before a word was spoken.
“Thank you…” Said Acheron.
“You need not thank me.”
“Right… Should we take a bath then?”
“Yes, but I have a question.”
Acheron raised a brow. “Hmm?”
“Can I peg you, next time?”
Acheron felt herself grow hot as she glanced away. “Uhm- I- Yes.”
Giggling, Black Swan grabbed Acheron’s hand, pulling her away from the bed to bring her into the bathroom.