[That bolt shot through the Bond just as clearly. Before she could act on it, her Bonded's tugging on her, asking something of her; one of Fang's hands immediately joined the Witch's at the hem.]
[Thought was so far away, so Fang acted solely on that desire for them to be gone, an amplified version of a smaller want from before. Fang's fingers shifted, her real claws melting out of flesh to curl into and shred the side of her shorts; a few sold yanks tore the rest of it off. She ground her knee forward steadily, her hips rolling a little with it, eager in neglected need.]
[Fleeting as thought was, though, there was one thing that stood out like a beacon in the Bond.]
Chariot.
[It was easy to replicate the way she'd groaned her name, low and insistent, especially with the Witch's fingers against her scalp and her delightful noises and the heady, broiling feeling of the Bond.]
[ It felt just as invigorating the second time, and now that there was no more garment in the way, she could show Fang fully what that utterance of her name was inspiring. Her fingertips found Fang's folds, her arousal intense and apparent, and began to press against them, past them, seeking out beneath its hood that pink bundle of nerves, pinching it between her fingers, all the while scraping her fingernail's against her bonded's scalp. ]
[She found what she was looking for easily enough, and Fang gasped in relief, that needy sound also carrying an immediate want of more. She couldn't stop pressing against those fingers eagerly, a little of her weight sinking into the Witch as her focus and ministrations faltered.]
[This time when she uttered her name, there was a little more of an upward pitch, compared to the last two. She wasn't still long; her hand returned to roaming this wonderful woman's body almost reverently, learning and ghosting touches over any sensitive spot she found, and her knee resumed its movement, if more erratically.]
[ Chariot didn't precisely know what she was doing with her hand, but Fang was sending her all the signals she needed, whether through her own responses or through the bond, to guide her, fingers working feverishly to briskly rub and pinch at that nub. Her own hips were rolling just as desperately against Fang's knee, but it hardly felt like enough... ]
M-my skirt... [ It needed to be gone, all of it did. She wanted to feel herself against Fang as close as she could ]
[There was no delay between that plea and Fang's hand finding the hem and hooking beneath it and her underwear both; her claws extended and in a moment, those were torn open like the rest.]
[The intensity of the scent Fang hadn't expected, but this was her first time with another since coming into her enhanced senses; it would have excited her if she could grow any more so. Her hand drifted down to her partner's core before Fang paused with a frustrated little sound amid her gasps. Her fingers curled into a loose fist before seeking out her Bonded's clit and taking it between two second knuckles, rubbing and stroking. Damned nails.]
[Fang tried to keep her rhythm steady, but inexperienced or not, Chariot's attentions were certainly doing what she intended it to and was highly distracting.]
[ Good enough for her. Chariot cried out when Fang hit her stride, writhing beneath her as her hips jerked and rolled against her touch, her own growing sporadic, having little rhythm to it to focus her passion. All she could focus on was the pleasure, the bliss of it, feeling every heavy, hot emotion of her bonded behind every slight action.
She definitely wasn't going to last long like this. She could already feel everything start to coil and tighten, biting her lip and squeaking out whimpering moans, trying to keep herself muted and failing miserably. ]
[Fang wouldn't last long either, lost in the sheer ardor of it all, the overwhelming, intermingled feeling of the Bond drowning out anything else that wasn't Chariot's touch, her beautiful form, her wonderful sounds. If she hadn't been caught up in her own blissful sensations, Fang would've been a little disappointed by her partner's vocal restraint.]
[The arm supporting Fang trembled until her weight mostly collapsed into the Witch, unable to keep herself up while approaching the edge so quickly. She buried her face in the crook of her Bonded's neck since she was there, free hand snaking up to tangle in vermilion hair, groaning Chariot's name over and over.]
[Fang didn't know what the deal was with her secrecy and the tremendous significance that name held, but as long as she felt it resonate brightly through the Bond, felt it shake her partner for the better, Fang would say it to her.]
[ Because it was that name on the lips of a lover, something that seemed like an impossibility to her before. Each utterance of it, in junction with Fang's touch, the rush of her inferno of passion surrounding her in its flames, baptising her in that love. As the orgasm rushed through her, as she felt herself come, she felt herself be reborn in that love...
... Or at least enough that she could begin to let herself begin to let go of the shackles that 'darkened' her 'shine', for Fang's sake of not her own. ]
[If the fire in her soul could do more than leave destruction in its wake, for once, everything about them was worth it—if she could for once be a flame that sheltered someone from the shadows that haunted them instead of a beacon of ruin. If Chariot could handle her volatile nature without being burned, Fang would give her heart in full. Even if what was between them was fleeting and doomed to brevity, either by the nature of this world or the paths they choose down the road, it would never be insignificant.]
[Fang continued to murmur her lover's name for as long as she could, her touches turning gentle as she felt Chariot release. Her own wits were stolen from her not long after, shuddering and gasping breathlessly into Chariot's shoulder, her motions going still.]
[Her mind suddenly felt as hypersensitive as her senses, in the wake of that. The Bond... gods, the Bond was overwhelming. Why had they danced around this for so long?]
[ Chariot, with the last of the strength she had, clutched the linen sheet and tossed it over them both. It was a hot late-summer night, to be sure, but she knew they'd appreciate the cover no less, catching her breath and just resting in the glow of what had just transpired. Her heart was still racing, but she could feel her pulse start to steady. But more than that, the bond between them was a torrent of ecstasy and almost possessive adoration, Fang's will for her flames mixing with Chariot's regard for her own 'shine'.
In that moment, she was fully herself, the brilliant star she had once been, soaking in the applause and joy and smiles of others, or at least the love of her bonded. It would only last a few moments, but it was, in that brief moment, free of her guilt and anxieties. It was free of the shame of stealing away the dreams of others...
It was just her, and Fang, and the blissful currents of the bond to gently carry them into sleep. She pressed a kiss to Fang's forehead, murmuring. ]
I love you... [ The bond made it so she never had to say that... but it still felt good to do so. ]
[Fang lifted her head, an unusually soft look in her eyes, green meeting crimson. The Bond did make it so neither of them had to say it... Fang didn't have to understand why to accept it, appreciate it, bask in it, heal in it.]
[She had her own way of saying it, too; she'd always been better with action than words. Her hand slid from its tangle in Chariot's hair to her jaw, thumb gently brushing her cheek. She could feel Chariot drifting away, her strength exhausted. Fang pressed her lips to her partner's anyway, a kiss simple and gentle and required no reciprocation, yet fierce with the sentiment behind it.]
[And this way, Chariot got her wish of feeling her lips before succumbing to sleep. Strong arms curled around her, pulling the witch snug against Fang as the turnskin nuzzle into her hair.]
[They'd have to work on their pacing, she idly thought, if the Bond was this potent during the new moons. Closer to the full moon, with more of her monster's impulses in the mix, might be a challenge. And besides, next time, Fang wanted to take her time. This was frenzied, a release of the tension that'd been building from the first time they'd met. Next time, Fang wanted to explore them, their push and pull, and learn every curve and line.]
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[Thought was so far away, so Fang acted solely on that desire for them to be gone, an amplified version of a smaller want from before. Fang's fingers shifted, her real claws melting out of flesh to curl into and shred the side of her shorts; a few sold yanks tore the rest of it off. She ground her knee forward steadily, her hips rolling a little with it, eager in neglected need.]
[Fleeting as thought was, though, there was one thing that stood out like a beacon in the Bond.]
Chariot.
[It was easy to replicate the way she'd groaned her name, low and insistent, especially with the Witch's fingers against her scalp and her delightful noises and the heady, broiling feeling of the Bond.]
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[This time when she uttered her name, there was a little more of an upward pitch, compared to the last two. She wasn't still long; her hand returned to roaming this wonderful woman's body almost reverently, learning and ghosting touches over any sensitive spot she found, and her knee resumed its movement, if more erratically.]
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M-my skirt... [ It needed to be gone, all of it did. She wanted to feel herself against Fang as close as she could ]
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[The intensity of the scent Fang hadn't expected, but this was her first time with another since coming into her enhanced senses; it would have excited her if she could grow any more so. Her hand drifted down to her partner's core before Fang paused with a frustrated little sound amid her gasps. Her fingers curled into a loose fist before seeking out her Bonded's clit and taking it between two second knuckles, rubbing and stroking. Damned nails.]
[Fang tried to keep her rhythm steady, but inexperienced or not, Chariot's attentions were certainly doing what she intended it to and was highly distracting.]
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She definitely wasn't going to last long like this. She could already feel everything start to coil and tighten, biting her lip and squeaking out whimpering moans, trying to keep herself muted and failing miserably. ]
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[The arm supporting Fang trembled until her weight mostly collapsed into the Witch, unable to keep herself up while approaching the edge so quickly. She buried her face in the crook of her Bonded's neck since she was there, free hand snaking up to tangle in vermilion hair, groaning Chariot's name over and over.]
[Fang didn't know what the deal was with her secrecy and the tremendous significance that name held, but as long as she felt it resonate brightly through the Bond, felt it shake her partner for the better, Fang would say it to her.]
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... Or at least enough that she could begin to let herself begin to let go of the shackles that 'darkened' her 'shine', for Fang's sake of not her own. ]
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[Fang continued to murmur her lover's name for as long as she could, her touches turning gentle as she felt Chariot release. Her own wits were stolen from her not long after, shuddering and gasping breathlessly into Chariot's shoulder, her motions going still.]
[Her mind suddenly felt as hypersensitive as her senses, in the wake of that. The Bond... gods, the Bond was overwhelming. Why had they danced around this for so long?]
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In that moment, she was fully herself, the brilliant star she had once been, soaking in the applause and joy and smiles of others, or at least the love of her bonded. It would only last a few moments, but it was, in that brief moment, free of her guilt and anxieties. It was free of the shame of stealing away the dreams of others...
It was just her, and Fang, and the blissful currents of the bond to gently carry them into sleep. She pressed a kiss to Fang's forehead, murmuring. ]
I love you... [ The bond made it so she never had to say that... but it still felt good to do so. ]
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[She had her own way of saying it, too; she'd always been better with action than words. Her hand slid from its tangle in Chariot's hair to her jaw, thumb gently brushing her cheek. She could feel Chariot drifting away, her strength exhausted. Fang pressed her lips to her partner's anyway, a kiss simple and gentle and required no reciprocation, yet fierce with the sentiment behind it.]
[And this way, Chariot got her wish of feeling her lips before succumbing to sleep. Strong arms curled around her, pulling the witch snug against Fang as the turnskin nuzzle into her hair.]
[They'd have to work on their pacing, she idly thought, if the Bond was this potent during the new moons. Closer to the full moon, with more of her monster's impulses in the mix, might be a challenge. And besides, next time, Fang wanted to take her time. This was frenzied, a release of the tension that'd been building from the first time they'd met. Next time, Fang wanted to explore them, their push and pull, and learn every curve and line.]