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The pain and throbbing all over her body was still there, but at least she had gotten used to it. Camellya fumbled for the latch of the med pod and crawled out of it with a wince.
“Ah! Miss Camellya, you haven’t completely recovered. Please stay for a bit longer.”
Camellya waved off the doctor.
“It’s fine. We’ve been through this a lot already. I’m fine.”
She stretched her limbs once she managed to stand upright.
Getting thrown into the medbay immediately after such excitement had dampened her mood.
“But it’s the rule for those who overclocked to stay the full period. Please stay just an hour more.”
Camellya clicked her tongue.
“I didn’t overclock. I was just close.”
“Yes, but- you already know what I’m going to say, Miss Camellya.”
The doctor tried to reign in the exasperation in his tone.
“Hehe. So we understand each other perfectly. Bye!”
“Wait! You’re under direct orders from the Shorekeeper to stay.”
Camellya paused at that.
“The Shorekeeper, huh?”
She thought about it. Mulled it over even as the doctor tried to persuade her by restating the Shorekeeper’s orders word for word.
An amused chuckle slipped out of Camellya’s mouth.
“Well,”
Camellya looked over shoulder to grin at the doctor,
“she can always reach me if she has a problem with me leaving early.”
Camellya then left the doctor to pull at his hair in frustration by his lonesome.
As much as it annoyed her, Camellya had to go back to her place to clean up. The scent of the medical bay was really too sanitized for her taste.
When she used her terminal to open her room, she noticed a message from Shorekeeper.
'You destroyed hordes of TDs, and saved the nearby village they were terrorizing. That is one reason I will not penalize you for risking your mission.'
Camellya scoffed.
She had two assignments, and not a single one of them was at risk.
Really, her mission was so easy, it was boring.
It needed the spice. And if Camellya had to scour half of the region to get that kick, she would.
She wasn't there to save weaklings.
The second Camellya closed the message, she received notification for another.
'You stopped while you were still capable of walking and allowed others to bring you to the medbay. That is the other reason. I will not be so lenient if there comes a next time.'
Camellya shook her head and laughed after hearing it.
Shorekeeper was so serious most of the time, it was funny.
※
It didn’t come as a surprise, after her bath, to see the Shorekeeper’s tauntingly realistic hologram standing by the window.
Her veil was absent, and even the flashy blue tail ends of her dress wasn't present.
What is she busy with?
The current head of the Blackshores knew intimately well how Camellya preferred to leave through the window.
Even if the door was close by, there was no way Camellya would use it.
That would be too boring for her.
Camellya finished wiping her hair and carelessly threw her towel over the back of a chair.
She wasn’t that much of a slob, not usually, but it was amusing to see the slightest twitch of the Shorekeeper’s eyebrow.
A divine being, much like a program, they say… The Astral Modulator’s closest companion.
Camellya snorted at the thought. She was fairly sure they were lovers, or on their way to that.
Not like Camellya bothered to look too deeply. She couldn’t care less about their love lives, all she wanted was to avoid boredom.
“You did not even last a month before requiring a visit to the medbay,”
Shorekeeper leveled Camellya with a stern stare, as she spoke.
Camellya shrugged and made her way to her closet to get dressed.
“I thought you promised the Rover that you were stronger. That you would not be overclocking anymore,”
Shorekeeper persisted.
Camellya huffed, indignant.
“Hey, I did not overclock! I was perfectly in control.”
She emphasized her point by waving her hand around, though maybe Shorekeeper wouldn’t take her seriously since she did her gestures with the hand holding her underwear.
“With how frequently you have strained your body, you might as well have.”
The slightest furrow between her eyebrows.
“Aww, is the near omniscient Second Instance worried about me?”
Though preceded by a disgruntled sigh, her reply was immediate,
“Yes.”
Camellya groaned loudly and gave up getting dressed.
She was just joking, but it was no fun teasing someone who had no problem being so honest. Anyone and everyone of the Black Shores knew the Shorekeeper was incredibly dedicated to protecting them as much as possible.
Her dedication surpassed that of being a tool from what Camellya could see. Still, the least Shorekeeper could do was get mad at her. Camellya was doing so much just to be annoying, after all.
“You are a Bloom Bearer of the Black Shores. It is my duty and my desire to care for all of you.”
Shorekeeper solemnly stated.
Oh?
That was a new word with the Shorekeeper.
Desire…
Camellya shut the door and leaned against the closet. She can just tie her hair later.
“So you did learn something from your recent little outing with the Rover,"
Camellya teased. Her grin was wide and very much not kind.
"How was talking to your beloved after decades of not seeing each other? Do anything special?"
Shorekeeper sighed.
"The usual. Please don't try to change the topic."
Her eyes finally drifted down and away from Camellya’s in an unabashed but unfortunately near clinical check over Camellya’s nude body.
Haa, always so serious.
A clear frown marred Shorekeeper's face.
“That one is new.”
Camellya knew exactly what scar she was talking about.
"Well, I am a Resonator of the Black Shores. It'll heal eventually."
"It would heal faster if you-"
The frown on Shorekeeper's face eased. She didn't seem less annoyed though.
Shorekeeper took a step closer.
Slow, calm, non-threatening, and yet, the hairs at Camellya's nape stood on end.
"Your assignment was finished. There was no need to clear the entire area,"
was stated bluntly.
Camellya licked her lips and clasped her hands together behind her back.
It wouldn't do to reveal how much she was itching to pick a fight.
No matter how pointless she knew it was to goad the Shorekeeper, her body couldn't help it.
Another step closer.
Camellya shrugged.
"I thought those bunch could entertain me, but they only got me fired up for disappointment."
A thoughtful half step forward.
"Did you have to seek out the Overlord class right after clearing those Elite TDs and Fractsidus members?"
Camellya leaned a bit more against the closet. Standing butt naked in front of your boss would make anyone feel vulnerable, but clothed or otherwise Camellya had no sense for that. She had nothing to be ashamed of.
Her grin was her usual sly one.
"Of course! It wouldn't be any fun otherwise."
The little frown made a repeat appearance!
Ooooh! I can't take it anymore!
Camellya's left hand flicked to the side and summoned her sword, in less than half a second, Shorekeeper had parried her strike.
"Must it always come to this with you?"
Shorekeeper sighed.
Oh? So not the boring kind of hologram.
Interesting.
With another flick of her wrist, Camellya sheathed her sword and shrugged.
"I'm blaming it on both you and the Rover's leniency with me,"
Camellya thought for a second and smirked at Shorekeeper.
"Be a little more… firm."
For a few tense moments, Shorekeeper simply stared back.
There were three ways it could go from there. Unfortunately, Shorekeeper chose the smart but boring path.
Little Miss-Second-Incident tilted her head to the side in what could be a coy gesture, but leaned closer to innocent.
“You wish to fight the Rover again, do you not?”
Camellya grimaced.
It surprised her that one inconspicuous sentence could be such a major turn off.
It wasn't the content. The mere thought of fighting the Rover got Camellya's blood pumping very easily. It wasn't the speaker either.
Camellya was somewhat interested in Shorekeeper. From everything she heard and knew about Shorekeeper, Camellya would be hard pressed to not drip with excitement at the possibility of crossing blades with Black Shores' de facto leader, hence the persistence in being a nuisance.
Alas, that day was even farther than Rover's return.
With a frustrated huff, Camellya sidestepped the too gentle divine being.
“Obviously. But we both know they’re going to leave for that-”
Camellya gestured vaguely with her hand,
“meh. It’ll take a long, long, long while for them to come back and play.”
She plopped down on her bed and laid her head on folded hands.
“I’ll die of boredom by then.”
Shorekeeper pressed her lips together.
“Boredom. Not overclocking. I’ll die of boredom,”
Camellya stressed.
"...You constantly test the boundaries of your promise to Rover and the Black Shores,"
Shorekeeper approached the bed, and held a hand over Camellya's exposed nape,
"what will it take for you to heed my warnings?"
Her hand was close but not touching skin. Camellya can't say she sensed warmth, however, she did sense energy. The space Shorekeeper occupied thrummed with it.
Camellya tucked her arms closer, so her fingers gripped her biceps.
The Shorekeeper was definitely powerful, anyone with eyes can tell, how much more someone with Camellya’s instincts.
The problem was her demeanor and morals. Gosh, Camellya couldn’t not roll her eyes every time she remembered. She had tried once to goad the Shorekeeper into fighting her.
Some weakling traitors used to spread rumors about how the emotionless Shorekeeper would eventually start sending them out to fight the Lament like pawns.
Which was stupid. They were pawns! Each and every one of them were mere pieces in a game, but whether they were powerful enough to last was on themselves.
"You know exactly what,"
Camellya purred,
"though I can't fault you for not having the time to entertain me as much as I want you to."
Causing disorder and spreading hearsay was a no-no, and although Camellya cared little for rules, she was bored enough that time to teach them a lesson.
In the end, it was Camellya that got a stern talking to from Shorekeeper, just because she was a little rough. It was unfair really, that the most force Shorekeeper resorted to when it came to humans, was simply restricting their movements. Bo-ring!
Even when Camellya broke free from her restraints and taunted her, Shorekeeper simply stared her down into boredom.
So Camellya knew for a fact that Shorekeeper would never raise a hand against anyone of the Black Shores, it was a trial in futility what Camellya was doing.
Oh, how she wished the Rover would hurry up, so they can play again!
"You do have your duties,"
Camellya lamented with a grin, never breaking eye contact.
Antagonizing Shorekeeper short of truly harming the Black Shores would result in nothing but reprimand and harmless penalties. At least until, Shorekeeper proved her wrong on that front.
Apparently, old dogs could definitely learn new tricks.
It wasn’t as exciting as a full on brawl to the death, but it was interesting enough to stave off some of her boredom.
Shorekeeper closed her eyes, to center herself? Check up on the system? Or maybe think over the merits of dealing with Camellya again? Who knows? Camellya used the time to attack.
Again, without even a glance or a twitch of a muscle, Shorekeeper stopped the vine aimed at her back.
As expected.
Camellya commanded several vines to trip and to pierce Shorekeeper.
Still no contact.
Her failure made her giggle.
Purple eyes glared at Camellya, and just oozed disapproval.
Before she could even react to the urge to take the bait, Camellya found herself immobilized due to pressure.
Spectro energy surrounded her entire body. It tickled and stung, close to a burning sensation all over her skin that threatened to squeeze till she popped. It was Shorekeeper's own brand of spectro. Something darker, no, older, than the Jinzhou magistrate's spectro. An interesting find, though nothing Camellya would bother to look into too hard.
Camellya tried, she really tried to summon havoc and physically break through the restraints, but she couldn't.
Something was keeping everything contained. Good thing she wasn't claustrophobic.
The harsh grip on her neck was almost soothing. Still, Camellya wished she could snarl at that moment.
"Among all the humans I've met,"
Shorekeeper pushed down on Camellya's nape to the point it hurt,
"you are quite the handful for me."
A thrill shot down Camellya's spine.
Shorekeeper's control never slipped. She was always careful with the Black Shores' Bloombearers, but it did tickle Camellya's sense of pride whenever Shorekeeper was harsher with her.
It was like an acknowledgement of her strength.
Nevertheless, Camellya still wanted to land a hit on Shorekeeper at least once. Or twice, maybe several times.
"Seems like I fit perfectly well in your hand,"
Camellya forced out between her teeth.
Shorekeeper switched out the hand holding her down, so she could kneel on the bed and over Camellya. Her now free hand trailed lightly down Camellya's back.
The touch felt sharp with how sensitive her skin felt because of the spectro restraining her. If she wasn't being held down, Camellya would have bucked to either get away or move towards Shorekeeper's hand.
"Only because I've immobilized you for the moment,"
Shorekeeper dryly remarked.
Shorekeeper can't completely contain all of Camellya's energy for long, not without negatively affecting Camellya, or even killing her. Two minutes at most, two and a half whenever Shorekeeper wanted the lesson to stick.
Extremely rare of an occurrence, despite how much Camellya deserved it.
"Do you not like this amount of pressure?"
Shorekeeper asked as she caressed down Camellya's back.
A rhetorical question. She knew Camellya disliked gentle touches when she was that sensitive.
When Shorekeeper reached the base of Camellya's spine, only her fingertips were on Camellya's back.
Camellya groaned when Shorekeeper suddenly grabbed her ass with both hands. She roughly gripped and pushed Camellya into the mattress. At that exact second, the spectro binding Camellya dissipated.
Camellya twisted at the waist, elbow aimed perfectly at Shorekeeper's chin.
She only had a two-second window before the bonds were back on, and she was not gonna waste it.
Shorekeeper simply leaned back to dodge and immediately surged forward to pin Camellya down again with both hands and body. The weight of her caught Camellya off guard.
She's never been this solid,
Camellya fleetingly thought.
"You know what to say to make me stop,"
Shorekeeper reminded kindly.
Camellya growled and tried to free herself.
The spectro binding came back, though with a more distinct shape.
There goes my window. Damn it, Shorekeeper!
Strips of spectro bound her upper arms to her chest, her thighs together, and kept her ankles crossed.
Camellya's hands were free to move from the wrist down, but her powers were still sealed. Shorekeeper may look slight and frail, however, she could be immovable when she wanted to be. There was no point in forcing an attack in such a disadvantageous position.
A laugh bubbled out of Camellya.
“Is this a reward for bad behavior? Oh wow, Shorekeeper, you’ve gotten soft on me.”
"Not a reward. A preview,"
Deft fingers dug into Camellya's ass,
"and incentive for your good behavior."
"Oh? Hope it's entertaining enough-"
Camellya got cut off by a hard shove.
Shorekeeper squeezed and fondled Camellya with not rough, but firm and casual motions. She pushed and pulled and massaged Camellya's ass cheeks this way and that, not minding Camellya's restricted thighs at all. She did it for some time, until Camellya felt heat build up in her core.
Thumbs forced through the crack and teased at Camellya's folds the same way her butt was treated.
"Preparing me? That's hardly-"
Camellya's words tapered into a moan and she wished she could smack Shorekeeper for it.
Shorekeeper sank her teeth into her butt cheek in a firm bite and refused to let go. The leader of the Black Shores forcefully spread Camellya's folds but gently glided her thumbs over Camellya's clit.
"This is not a punishment. You will need all and every preparation possible, thorny little flower,"
As Shorekeeper spoke, she pushed a finger inside Camellya. At first, the thrusts were gentle and probing, an annoyance really, but very quickly Shorekeeper sped up. She twisted her finger and slammed into Camellya repeatedly without faltering.
Without pause Shorekeeper added another finger. Camellya was too thoroughly prepped to provide much resistance, but the sudden stretch was still much with her legs bound and unable to squirm.
Shorekeeper gave her no time to adjust. Immediately, two fingers were scissored and corkscrewed into her over and over with no pattern whatsoever.
Camellya felt like a damned pomegranate fruit in the hands of a desperately starved child!
One hand spread her cheeks apart, while the other mercilessly screwed her over.
"Shorekeeper, you, ugh-"
Pressure coiled tight inside Camellya, worsened by Shorekeeper curling her fingers and pressing a thumb over Camellya's clit.
Just before her body succumbed, the restraints disappeared. Camellya gasped at the sudden release but did not fail to launch her own attack.
A pulse of havoc pushed Shorekeeper off of Camellya. Unfortunately, the release of havoc energy delayed her next move by a split second, and that was all it took for Shorekeeper to catch Camellya's hand and twist her arm behind her back.
Camellya found herself pressed face down on the bed once more.
"Your quick reaction surprises me every time,"
Shorekeeper murmured.
Camellya felt the pressure on her back and arm, but the spectro binding wasn't re-established.
"You should be gone or on the floor if it was really surprising."
Camellya stayed still. It was obviously a bait, and there was no doubt Camellya would bite, but not without gathering some strength. She wasn't that kind of stupid.
Shorekeeper straddled and sat on the back of Camellya's thighs. She was careful, and yet Camellya grunted when she leaned forward and put her weight on Camellya's arm.
"You would hate it, if it was that easy."
Camellya flinched at the gentle scrape of teeth on her shoulder. Shorekeeper took it as a sign to litter Camellya's back and neck and throat with gentle nips, licks, and kisses.
Curse Camellya's own body for reacting so easily! Heat crawled up her neck and slowly but surely spread all over due to Shorekeeper's ministrations.
Shorekeeper's fingers found their way inside Camellya again, twisting and thrusting, curling, and constantly stimulating every point Shorekeeper must have tagged as sensitive areas. Fuck her computing powers that were never wrong!
Camellya was as easily bored as she was as easily riled up. Her body couldn't help but react on instinct to everything.
So it wasn't her fault she violently bucked!
"And I thought you would bide your time for longer,"
Shorekeeper tutted in disappointment, all the while fingering Camellya and re-applying her restraints.
Camellya's arms remained bound at her back, but this time her legs were folded and her ankles were tied close to her thighs. Shorekeeper hoisted her ass up so Camellya was on her knees. Unlike earlier, Camellya was spread and exposed completely for Shorekeeper's eyes.
"Fuck, Shorekeeper. What a perverted position you have me in!"
Camellya was surprised she was allowed to brace herself on her shoulder. It let her send Shorekeeper a salacious grin. Although it was a bummer her powers were still sealed.
Shorekeeper did not look amused, but her words took Camellya by surprise.
"I'll have you in worse soon. Do try to relax."
She pushed down on the space between Camellya's shoulders that was how Camellya found her nose pressed uncomfortably against the bed. It was a good thing the flower on her chest wasn't fragile.
There was a change in frequencies and the familiar hum of the Tethys' computing powers. It got Camellya thinking…
Has Shorekeeper ever taken me like this?
Tied up and against the wall? Yes. On her hands and knees? Well, yes.
But face pressed down and from behind?
Huh, uncharacteristically rough of her.
Slender hands took hold of Camellya by the ass again.
"What's with the ass holding? I thought my hips were the best handholds?"
Camellya asked, just to be cheeky. If she couldn't cause physical harm, then she was going to try psychological!
Shorekeeper had a light voice and a near constant gentle tone. It often made it impossible for Camellya to focus on the words she spoke.
"My favorite is your throat actually."
What?
"What-"
Slowly and with too much unnecessary care, Shorekeeper pushed something against her folds.
Right from the start, Camellya knew this time would be a struggle.
What in the ever living fuck was Shorekeeper thinking using something so big on her?
Despite past events, Camellya didn't actually think Shorekeeper had a sadistic side to her. Yeah, she was quick to pin Camellya down, but there was always that touch of gentleness and purpose, Shorekeeper always did it out of necessity.
Maybe this old ass computer had a sprinkle of sadism with her masochistic tendencies, ugh!
"Just past the head,"
Shorekeeper reassured, clinical yet vomit-inducingly gentle.
"The head?!"
Camellya shook her head at the overwhelming burning stretch that she couldn't even ease by touching herself.
"What is with you and anatomically correct fake cocks?"
Shorekeeper retreated with a soft tut. Her fingers clenched and unclenched around Camellya's ass.
"Did I miscalculate? Is it too big?"
she murmured to herself, but Camellya was literally under Shorekeeper, so of course she heard!
Camellya's scathing sarcasm got stuck in her throat, as Shorekeeper prodded at her. Just futilely thrusting against her folds, not breaching inside.
Camellya whined.
She was gonna bury herself six feet under if she came at the clumsy taunt.
Shorekeeper spoke in a placating tone,
"I thought it would make it easier for your body to accept."
Camellya slammed her forehead against the mattress. The pleasure coiling in her tummy was getting to her.
"Urgh! That makes no sense, and could you just get on with it!"
Shorekeeper ventured a little deeper, only barely. It wasn't enough, but it was also too much!
"Everything is past the head! You're not-"
Shorekeeper forced the bulbous head in. The sound it made was closer to a slurp than a pop, and fuck, it stole Camellya's breath away.
Shorekeeper nudged a bit forward and Camellya keened. The stretch burned yet it fulfilled the ache to be filled. Just the head pressed deliciously all over her walls.
Still, it wasn't enough.
"Oh! That is distractingly warm."
Shorekeeper's fingers dug into her ass, and Camellya couldn't tell whether it was in preparation to push her away or pull her close.
"Yo-you can feel it this time?"
Camellya could barely ask. Talking was difficult when she couldn't breathe because of Shorekeeper lightly wiggling her hips.
There was no fucking wiggle room! All she did was press the head against all of Camellya's sensitive entrance.
"I was told it could help figure out the pace of all this."
Shorekeeper sounded mildly confused. There was a strain there though, something new.
"Who the hell is telling you these things?!"
"Hmm. That's confidential."
Shorekeeper pulled out abruptly.
The head caught on Camellya's folds on the way out and had her trembling all over.
Shorekeeper realized and immediately thrusted back in.
Shallow thrusts with just the head was enough to hurl Camellya over the edge.
Her restraints disappeared while she climaxed, and fuck, the pleasure heightened as she struck a vine at Shorekeeper.
The sound of her failure somehow reached Camellya, but she was also too blissed out to care.
"An impressive effort."
Shorekeeper slammed completely into Camellya.
"Fuck!"
Camellya screamed into the mattress.
True to her word, Shorekeeper filled Camellya uncomfortably but not harmfully so. Her length was just that bit longer, and girth just that bit wider than what Camellya had gotten used to.
Camellya could only move from her shoulders and up. She could only bury her face in the sheets and bite into them, as the sensation finally set in.
The stretch burned. It burned but there was also a distractingly dull ache from all the space that was filled.
Camellya felt her legs trembling even with the spectro bindings.
"Ah!"
A full body tremor took Camellya at the near inaudible gasp.
Fuck. Fuck! Was that Shorekeeper?
Dizzy and weak from the surprise orgasm, when the restraints released, Camellya's rebellion took form as a rock of her ass against Shorekeeper.
The motion almost knocked her out from pleasure, but it was worth it to hear Shorekeeper's sharp intake of breath.
Fuck! Shorekeeper doesn't even need to breathe.
Hands gripped Camellya's butt cheeks tighter, and held her firm against Shorekeeper. Thigh to thigh, ass to hip, they were pressed so close that every breath of Camellya's threatened to ruin her bedsheets.
"This-"
Shorekeeper started, then paused as Camellya groaned from the mild vibrations,
"this heat is frankly overwhelming. Ah- is this what people would deem 'good'?"
Camellya ground her teeth on the sheets. Without the spectro bindings, she had to focus on not moving too much. She was so sensitive that just the vibrations from Shorekeeper speaking was clouding her mind.
Gentle and careful, Shorekeeper relaxed one hand to caress Camellya's probably bruised butt. Her touch prickled and sent shivers down Camellya's back.
"It feels good inside you, Camellya,"
Shorekeeper shared. Camellya shuddered with each stroke down her back.
"Why- why are you talking?"
Camellya whined.
She was still free. An annoying fact for that moment. She was free to make a counter attack, but for some fucking reason, a cock inside her made it difficult!
It wasn't even the first time! Why was a little longer and a little girthier construct making it impossible to move??
The lack of motion also forced Camellya to pay attention to the thing inside her. She felt how thick it was, so thick that she could map out ridges along the length, like decorative veins. It was surprisingly hot, and- was it- was it throbbing?!
Carefully, pretty much pathetically, Camellya braced herself on trembling hands, just enough to keep pressure off her chest. Shorekeeper's hands slid to hold her hips, as if to help for a moment before returning to their previous places.
If Camellya wasn't careful, she could very easily slip into a lust-drunk state. How annoying it was that Shorekeeper was so good with human bodies.
"Shorekeeper-"
Camellya winced at the airy quality to her voice, and the more apparent pulsing in her pussy.
"Why the fuck is it throbbing?"
Shorekeeper's caresses paused.
"Realism,"
was the simple reply.
It was solely due to the quality of the Black Shores' beddings that Camellya didn't tear them with how harshly she clawed at them.
Shorekeeper rocked her hips forward, just the slightest, and Camellya lost track of her words. It was a gentle rocking, neither of their points of contact separated, but Camellya was already feeling it.
She clenched her jaws tight to shut herself up, unfortunately, Shorekeeper took it as a chance to start talking.
"I was right not to try this in the past,"
Shorekeeper was clearly grinding into Camellya now, each motion forward pushed Camellya's chest and face into the bed.
A soft frustrated sigh.
"How could I possibly decide on our pace, when I'm this distracted?"
Camellya groaned.
"They- ugh-obviously wanted you to just do as you like."
Camellya couldn't take it anymore, her knees gave out. Embarrassingly enough, Shorekeeper was prepared and easily held her hips up.
"That would be a bad idea."
Spectro energy held Camellya's ass up and spread her knees apart.
Finally!
Camellya sagged like a ragdoll. Shorekeeper never stopped rocking them both.
The mattress dipped where Shorekeeper braced her arms as she leaned over Camellya's back.
Crazy that one of Shorekeeper's wrists was within reach, but Camellya didn't try to bite it.
The change in size really did a number on her.
"This sensation is too new,"
Shorekeeper breathed against Camellya's ear. Nimble fingers gathered Camellya's hair over one shoulder, careful not to bend the vines attached to her head. She rested her chin on Camellya's shoulder, with that overly serious expression that Camellya could just hear.
"You'd die, if I did what I wanted."
Camellya scoffed, but could not retort. Words were getting harder and harder to grasp with the pleasure crawling up and all over Camellya.
She moaned as Shorekeeper shifted closer against her.
"Watch your tongue. I'll start moving,"
Shorekeeper warned.
The drag and pull of it was both agony and pleasure. She could feel the rough texture and every ridge catch on her walls.
Perhaps, Shorekeeper felt pity with how much of a mess Camellya was already at a single attempt to pull out. She brushed a finger over Camellya's clit, and Camellya unraveled, a pathetically loud moaning mess.
Through the haze of her orgasm, she heard
"You're powerful, my thorny little flower,"
Camellya was glad she was tied up, she would've squirmed and kicked with the discomfort and stimulation brought on by Shorekeeper pulling out so fucking slowly. Her core burned, her face burned, and not even Shorekeeper's deadpan tone could douse the desire in her veins. Shockingly, it excited her more.
"but you will not survive the full force of a star."
Camellya only felt the emptiness for a second, before Shorekeeper pushed back in. The sharp ache of too deep a penetration drew out a whine from her.
"Can't you- ngh- isn't there a better angle?"
It may sound like Camellya was surrendering, but no she wasn't. She was being smart.
"Later,"
Shorekeeper worked her way in and out, with slow and shallow but firm rolls of her hips,
"you can still take this."
It was diabolical how Shorekeeper can make such words sound kind.
But considering the position she was in, Camellya couldn't do anything but take it. Every thrust and retreat made obscene sounds that only grew louder and clearer. Until the slap of skin on skin was the only thing she could hear. And her body succumbing to pleasure the only thing she could feel.
Slow, then fast. Slightly faster, only to slow down, then speed up again. Her pace kept Camellya guessing, but Shorekeeper always went deep. Always pulled out completely and went back in full.
It drove Camellya crazy.
"Agh! Shorekeeper- wait!"
The spectro binds dissipated and Camellya dug deep into her will and attacked with a bud in desperation.
It was like she didn't even try.
Spectro and Shorekeeper bore down on her akin to a solid wall and she was pressed flat on her stomach on the bed. It didn't matter that she still had access to her powers, Shorekeeper was fucking her too hard to concentrate.
Every muscle and nerve in her body was coiled with increasing tension. The pleasure was so much it was painful. It stole away her strength in such an all encompassing manner, it reminded Camellya of overclocking.
"You know what to say to stop me,"
Shorekeeper reminded, voice uncharacteristically harsh. She held Camellya down by the wrists, as if Camellya could even try to escape with the pounding she was getting.
"Fuck!"
Camellya yelped. Her attempts to get her knees under her went nowhere. She squirmed and dug her toes into the mattress, but Shorekeeper was consistent, unchangeable motion.
"No breaking the bed to escape."
Another reminder, this time accompanied by a bite to her nape. Camellya screamed.
"Pretty sure-ngh- you're gonna- ah- break it!"
Camellya gasped, she tried to gulp in air. Every nerve in her body was on fire. She was close. She was so fucking close.
Shorekeeper responded by tucking both their hands under Camellya, completely caging Camellya in her arms and still clothed chest.
The hold triggered a visceral reaction in Camellya. She thrashed and bucked against Shorekeeper.
The tension building inside her was on the edge of breaking, it squeezed her chest and stole her breath. Wet sobs were torn out of her. Really, it hurt!
It fucking hurt! Her body seized like she was overclocking, but different. It still felt like Camellya was going to die if she didn't find her release. She was close. She was so fucking close, but something was missing.
Shorekeeper truly fucked into her now. Fast and hard snaps of her hips against Camellya's ass, never slowing. Camellya sobbed and writhed as much as she could.
"Shore-Shorekeeper-"
Shorekeeper released Camellya's wrists and locked her arms tight around Camellya, and that was the final straw.
Camellya came with a surprising gush of heat and wetness. Maybe even screamed a little. She wasn't entirely sure, Camellya suspected she passed out for some time.
Shorekeeper continued to rock into her as she calmed down, slow gentle thrusts to work her through it.
Camellya hummed, content for the moment to just be a ragdoll under Shorekeeper.
Unlike overclocking, a climax was more pleasurable. No leftover pain, no headache. No annoying orders to visit the med bay, since her condition was literally caused by their organization's leader.
Said leader who finally slowed to a stop. Shorekeeper squeezed Camellya one more time for good measure, before she loosened her embrace.
One hand caressed its way down to Camellya's stomach and drew small circles there.
Now that she wasn't on the brink of overstimulation, Camellya could enjoy the gentle touch and even the texture of Shorekeeper's clothing, maybe even fall asleep to them.
The Shorekeeper would still insist on inspecting her anyway. She had time.
Shorekeeper was still buried deep inside Camellya, so it didn't really matter how carefully her leader tried to move. Camellya felt it all.
Camellya opened one eye to peek, when she felt Shorekeeper lean over her shoulder.
Unsurprisingly, she saw the usual serious face.
Wow, what is with them leader types and being so serious?
Then again, Shorekeeper literally fucked her into unconsciousness, so maybe she wasn't that boring.
Camellya was brought out of her musing, when Shorekeeper addressed her,
"It'll bruis-"
Camellya struck.
Her bud bit into Shorekeeper's shoulder, which surprised them both.
"What the hell?"
Camellya asked, absolutely shocked that she didn't rip out a piece of Shorekeeper. That bud had enough power to crush cars. Shorekeeper currently had a physical body, there should be dents! Or scratches at least!
Shorekeeper stared at the bud still trying to chew through her shoulder for one more second, before she brushed it away with spectro. That meant Camellya's powers were sealed again. Her body was unbound though.
"Your reaction speed is truly remarkable,"
Shorekeeper sighed. She sounded disappointed, although not surprised at the attempt. Well, Camellya was disappointed too.
"Why didn't that work?"
she asked, scowling. She braced herself up on one elbow, which earned her a questioning head tilt.
The movement jostled Shorekeeper inside her, but ha! Camellya was used to the size now, and the feeling! Even if it felt good, it wasn't going to distract her.
Shorekeeper conceded and continued her routine inspection. She reached for Camellya's throat, and Camellya impatiently threw her head back. Shorekeeper traced the pads of her fingers over the litter of marks she probably left.
Camellya's heart lurched when those fingers trailed over the flower on her chest.
After what felt like ages, Shorekeeper shifted to seat herself on Camellya's thighs again.
Maybe it was just her imagination, but she felt Shorekeeper grind into her with intent.
Nah.
With such an intense orgasm, Shorekeeper wouldn't push for more. Camellya was already calm enough.
"This body is different, more solid than usual,"
Shorekeeper replied. She tentatively squeezed Camellya's buttcheeks together, then slowly pulled out.
Aww. Camellya wanted the feeling of being full to stay longer.
"I know that! Why?"
If she sounded a bit annoyed, blame it on Shorekeeper's obvious question dodging.
Shorekeeper smiled.
"Did I not tell you?"
She shifted to her knees, and leaned close to murmur into Camellya's ear.
"Incentive, for your obedience."
Camellya narrowed her eyes.
Something was off.
Just then spectro pulsed into her. Shorekeeper caught her head, before it fell from the sudden weakness.
Shorekeeper laid Camellya down gently on her cheek and actually laughed at Camellya's glare. Barely an amused exhale, but it was still annoying.
"I'm not done with you. How could you be convinced with just that?"
Shorekeeper brushed Camellya's bangs away from her eyes.
Camellya felt no restraints on her at all, but it was unnecessary with how little strength she had. What fine control to be able to rob her of strength so painlessly.
Shorekeeper pushed Camellya down by the shoulders. It was uncomfortable! Especially since Shorekeeper didn't bother getting Camellya's head to a pillow.
Camellya tensed, when she felt the slide of a still slick length between her ass cheeks. The slow drag over her skin sent pleasant tingles all over her body.
"You look like you're about to sleep,"
Shorekeeper observed.
"Does it feel that good?"
Camellya grunted in reply. Even her mouth was out of commission. She wondered if that was intentional, or Shorekeeper was still getting the hang of her new powers.
"Hmm. It does feel nice."
The hands on Camellya's shoulders left to fondle her ass.
"Though I do still prefer,"
Shorekeeper placed herself between Camellya's legs. She easily spread Camellya's legs to accommodate her, and forced her length back inside Camellya's heat,
"this."
Camellya groaned. It was different to take Shorekeeper in such a weakened state. Shorekeeper felt bigger, and even the gentlest of thrusts felt harder.
"It's so...hot, and wet inside you, thorny little flower,"
Shorekeeper huffed.
Was that annoyance in her tone?
"Such a tight squeeze."
Camellya moaned.
After a few more slow and difficult thrusts, Shorekeeper lifted Camellya's legs over her arms and manhandled them practically into a full split.
It allowed Shorekeeper to hit deep to the point that every time she bottomed Camellya felt a sharp ache in her tummy.
Shorekeeper sped up a little faster now.
The impact of Shorekeeper's hips against Camellya's ass shot straight to her core.
Ache melted into pleasure, and Camellya relished in the feel of being pounded into so completely.
In no time at all, Camellya was trembling with her orgasm.
Shorekeeper didn't ease up on her. Hell, she doubled down!
Spectro held Camellya's hips up again. A hand was suddenly wrapped around Camellya's neck, the palm pressed against Camellya's throat, as Shorekeeper pulled her up.
They were both on their knees now. Camellya held up solely by Shorekeeper, whether it was the spectro bindings, her hand on Camellya's throat, or her cock still rutting inside Camellya.
As full of dopamine and pleasure as she was, Camellya still got miffed that Shorekeeper did all that while she was still probably coming!
"This should be fine,"
Shorekeeper murmured. She abruptly pulled Camellya closer against her, Camellya's back pressed to her front. A garbled sound escaped Camellya's throat.
"You know what to say to stop me."
Shorekeeper bit into her ear. She sounded breathless. Shorekeeper was never breathless.
"Speak, thorny little flower."
Camellya whined.
Control slowly crept back to her limbs at the same pace as Shorekeeper's free hand caressed her breasts, slow and crawling. Down to her stomach, and then her clit.
Camellya lurched.
"Shorekeep-"
Shorekeeper held her fiercely, rubbed her fiercely, and fucked her fiercely.
Although Camellya could move again, her strength was wack. She reached behind her, determined to get back at Shorekeeper some way.
The hand on her throat grabbed her wrist, it didn't pull Camellya's hand out of Shorekeeper's hair however.
"Me-mean!"
Camellya managed.
Shorekeeper switched to pronounced hard bucks against her.
Unwanted tears made a return, Camellya pressed a hand against Shorekeeper's hip in a desperate attempt to deter the pace. But it was useless.
Each and every thrust had enough force to push Camellya forward, but Shorekeeper held her in place.
Camellya took the full brunt of it all. So it wasn't her fault she was left a mess.
Heat trickled down her thighs and the squelch was loud.
By the time, Shorekeeper decided to give more than a two second breather, Camellya already went completely boneless against her.
Despite Camellya's hand in her hair, Shorekeeper managed to lean in and nip at Camellya's throat.
"Won't you say it?"
Shorekeeper asked, as she nibbled along the column of Camellya's throat.
Only Shorekeeper could make Camellya think her flexibility was a disadvantage.
Shorekeeper stopped rutting for now, but her hands touched Camellya everywhere.
It was kinda funny. For all intents and purposes, hands blatantly fondling her breasts and caressing her thighs should come across sexual. But Shorekeeper was so careful, she touched Camellya like she was inspecting for injuries, or massaging out tension.
That didn't mean it had no effect on Camellya. The heat of desire burned uncomfortably in her core.
Camellya giggled, much to Shorekeeper's disappointment.
"I expected as much."
Shorekeeper bound Camellya again, without bothering to seal her powers. The pulse of spectro earlier still had lingering effects that messed with Camellya's control. Something Shorekeeper definitely expected.
Shorekeeper made it so Camellya was on her hands and knees. At the very least Camellya was grateful she didn't have to hold herself up, her limbs still tingled.
"A strong will is important for a Bloom Bearer, Leader,"
Camellya sang, despite the surge of desire and anticipation that literally stole her breath away.
Shorekeeper started again at a moderate and vanilla pace. More like foreplay than actual fucking really.
She stopped and replaced her cock with her fingers without warning.
"What is that for?"
Camellya asked, mildly annoyed.
Three fingers should be too much at once, but after Shorekeeper had her way with her, it felt lacking.
"My fingers are cold,"
was the serious reply.
Why would that matter-
Before the question finished forming in her head, her pussy was stuffed with cock and warm slick fingers brushed against her other hole.
Camellya gasped,
"Shorekeeper-"
Shorekeeper set a languid pace, while she tried to work a finger inside Camellya's tighter hole.
It was agony, in the way that Camellya was so turned on, but she just couldn't get off!
"It's been awhile..."
Shorekeeper, finally! Finally, pushed one finger inside her ass to the last knuckle.
Camellya actually sobbed in relief. There was just so much stimulation she could take without breaking.
With a finger in, Shorekeeper should start fucking in earnest,
was what Camellya thought.
Shorekeeper instead, stopped all movement aside from the finger she twisted and thrusted in Camellya's ass.
"I can feel the shape of the phallus, and some of its ridges. Interesting."
Shorekeeper pressed her finger down and slowly moved her hips again.
Camellya moaned as Shorekeeper rubbed the head of her cock with her finger through Camellya's walls. Shorekeeper fucked her deep but slowed and gave particular attention whenever she was at the depth her fingertip rested, which also happened to be a terribly sensitive area!
Camellya whined. She felt tight and full, but she was missing something. She was missing something, and Shorekeeper refused to give it to her!
"Ah. I was distracted,"
Shorekeeper pressed a kiss on the small of Camellya's back,
"should I apologize, my thorny little flower?"
"Just-just get a move on!"
Another amused exhale. And then Shorekeeper was pushing another finger in.
That was not what Camellya had in mind!
"Shore- too- ungrh-"
Camellya groaned. She wished she could move, then maybe she could just rock back and take all of Shorekeeper inside, just to escape the agony of anticipation and waiting.
The familiar hum of Shorekeeper's powers shook the air, then generous amounts of warm liquid dripped onto Camellya's asshole and Shorekeeper's fingers.
Soon, two fingers were sliding in and out with almost no resistance. Then a third followed.
"You just had to wait to use lube, huh?"
Camellya grumbled. The burn was still intense despite the lube, but it wasn't as bad to render Camellya speechless.
She gritted her teeth at the fullness though.
Camellya was so full and overstimulated, yet she couldn't come, why can't she come?
"I wanted to heat it up. Don't sulk. Here."
Shorekeeper reached around with her free hand and touched Camellya's clit.
Camellya's climax was instant. She clenched tight around Shorekeeper's cock and fingers, moaning deliriously.
Like always, Shorekeeper kept her filled even after her orgasm. The leader of the Black Shores was attentive to Camellya's unsaid needs like that.
It was annoying, but Camellya supposed she had to respect such dedication to one's responsibilities.
"You gonna put me down?"
Camellya slurred.
Honestly, one downside of her body was how in tune she was with it. She was practically purring in satisfaction. What a bitch.
Shorekeeper rubbed little circles on her hips with her thumb.
"Not yet."
The hand on her hip left and the air thrummed with the use of Shorekeeper's powers.
Camellya twitched when Shorekeeper drizzled more lube on her asshole.
"You're making a mess on my bed,"
she made her obligatory complaint.
Shorekeeper pushed and spread the lube inside her with deft fingers.
"You don't use it much."
"Mm-mm."
Camellya relaxed as much as she could while hung in the air by spectro and fingered thoroughly in the ass. It was a massage at this point with how slow and meticulous Shorekeeper treated her. Camellya was close to falling asleep, until Shorekeeper's fingers disappeared and something cold poked her ass.
"Ah. Still cold?"
Shorekeeper mumbled, she smoothed a hand over Camellya's buttcheek in apology.
More warm lube was poured over her ass. Camellya whined at the bigger intrusion pressing into her.
It was thicker than three fingers and slightly longer, more textured and more bumpy too, but smaller than the cock still stuffed in Camellya's pussy.
"Testing out new toys on me?"
Camellya breathed out, once the dildo bottomed to a wide flat base and stayed in her asshole.
Great. Now she was really full. Close to bursting, probably.
At least Shorekeeper had the good grace to let her adjust this time.
"Something like that. No one else needs such specialized attention."
Delicate and dry hands ran over Camellya's sweaty back. Palms and fingers teasing out knots and sore spots as they passed.
Fuck Shorekeeper, and her talented hands that she used to comfort instead of fight Camellya.
Camellya scowled and grumbled,
"Did you have to use so much lube? It's getting everywhere."
"How else was I supposed to prepare this,"
Shorekeeper tapped the end of the toy,
"to fit inside you. You're too tight, thorny little flower."
Camellya instinctively moaned when Shorekeeper's hands cupped her neck. Only for Shorekeeper to knead her thumbs into Camellya's muscles.
Yes, it felt good. But Camellya expected something else!
Shorekeeper's grip was firm though, it felt like she was pulling Camellya closer to her, but also pushing her down. What a way to take advantage of her incredible flexibility.
Ahh, ah. Was Shorekeeper rocking against her?
"Hmm. Shorekeeper,"
Camellya consciously urged herself to breathe,
"I have a mouth you could use."
"...No. You'll bite."
Shorekeeper tentatively pushed forward.
Camellya moaned, loud, low, and drawn out.
There really was no way to describe it other than full and good. So good!
Whatever pain was there was drowned by sheer pleasure.
The way one cock slid against the other through her walls was delicious! She could feel the bumps and the ridges, the way they caught the cock stretching her pussy.
It felt amazing and-
Camellya easily came from the gentle rocks. Then came again from faster but still shallow thrusts.
She came over and over again, until it felt like she was in a state of constant orgasm with Shorekeeper slamming into her.
Every hard thrust messed up her insides and stimulated her clit, so really it was a miracle that Camellya even realized the spectro binding dissipated. Her attempt to catch herself fell short.
Kudos to Shorekeeper for not leaving her to belly flop on the bed.
Camellya found herself achingly empty when Shorekeeper pulled out of her pussy to turn her over on her back.
Through the haze of tears, Camellya found it ridiculous that Shorekeeper kept her clothes on.
"Don't pout."
Shorekeeper nipped at her jaw and all the way down to Camellya's throat, before she leaned back, grabbed Camellya by the throat and entered her again.
Camellya bucked and choked on her moans. She dug her heels against Shorekeeper's thighs and clawed at her wrist, but Shorekeeper remained undeterred.
Shorekeeper only relented and released her throat after she ripped another orgasm out of Camellya.
Camellya writhed as she gulped lungfuls of air and grew dizzy from the blood rushing back to her head.
She stilled when careful fingers traced over the flower on her chest, and that was only out of surprise.
She was still fairly torn between wanting to grind more against Shorekeeper or get Shorekeeper out of her, but the caress was distractingly comforting.
"You messed up my bedsheets,"
Camellya grumbled once she could. Shorekeeper made a half-hearted sound of acknowledgement.
"They were scheduled for cleaning anyway."
Shorekeeper stared intently at Camellya's chest, and as much as Camellya could say it was because of her impeccable breasts, she could tell Shorekeeper was looking deeper.
"Your frequencies,"
Shorekeeper said, after a while,
"they get loud when you orgasm, but settle so peacefully after."
Purple eyes met Camellya's gaze.
"It's fascinating."
Then spectro energy pulled Camellya's hands up towards the headboard and held it there.
Camellya kicked out one of her legs and Shorekeeper quickly caught it by the ankle.
Camellya burst out giggling even as she was manhandled.
"You, are, relentless, Shorekeeper!"
It was another strange experience to have her legs bent and maneuvered while she had two cocks inside her. Spectro bound her knees and ankles together, it made both cocks feel even bigger.
Shorekeeper sighed and shifted to the side for a free angle.
"As you are stubborn."
She held Camellya's bound legs to the opposite side by one ankle, as she deliberated over something.
Her gaze was sharp on Camellya's stuffed pussy.
Fuck.
"What do you even think about when you have me like this?"
Camellya asked out of lust induced curiosity.
"Do you think 'finally, I can teach her a lesson!'?"
A slow deep thrust.
"Do you feel something like elation at finding an outlet for your anger and frustration with me, hm?"
Camellya whimpered at a rapid succession of shallower thrusts that stroked her inside quite well.
"Do you even feel anger?"
Purple eyes flicked up to meet Camellya's.
"Anger?"
Shorekeeper hoisted Camellya's spectro bound legs over one shoulder.
"Not quite."
She entered halfway into Camellya. Pace slow and experimental, though in no way hesitant.
"I hold no anger or frustration towards you,"
Shorekeeper said as she pushed deeper and manhandled Camellya with every thrust.
Camellya grunted at one full thrust after Shorekeeper practically bent her in half. Shorekeeper put her weight into it on the second thrust, seemingly satisfied with its effect.
"You sure about that?"
Camellya gasped. Once Shorekeeper picked up the pace, it took considerable effort to breathe.
Shorekeeper hummed an affirmative, gaze calm but hips wild.
Unable to move, Camellya could only take it and scream, as Shorekeeper pounded into her.
Why was the new core of Tethys learned in everything, even fucking?
"You're used to the feeling now?"
Shorekeeper asked, after Camellya almost blacked out from another intense orgasm.
"And I thought I was the brute,"
Camellya breathed.
Shorekeeper made an amused sound and pulled out.
She turned Camellya over and propped her up on her knees. Her still bound hands helped hoist her up.
If Shorekeeper could just move them forward a little, Camellya could just grab the headboard and be done with spectro cuffs!
Camellya tried to part her knees.
Fuck! The thing in her ass nudged deeper with the movement.
"I think you like fucking me like I was a bitch,"
Camellya giggled,
"Like in the literal sense."
"Hmm. It's nice."
"...That's awfully perfunctory, Shorekeeper."
Instead of a reply, Camellya received a slap to her ass.
"Hey!"
Camellya looked over her shoulder to give Shorekeeper a nasty look.
"I'll get you for that,"
she huffed.
She looked front ward again, not wanting to see Shorekeeper's amused smile.
"If you say so. Now bear with me."
Shorekeeper slipped back inside her pussy.
Ugh. It still felt so good.
She flexed and relaxed her toes and fingers. How generous of Shorekeeper to let her have her head and extremities.
Shorekeeper mindlessly rolled her hips, as her hands splayed Camellya's ass cheeks apart. She traced around the outline of Camellya's stuffed asshole, teasing, trailing. Then carefully tugged at the thing in her ass.
Camellya clenched, toes curling.
"Shorekeeper-"
Camellya threw her head back and groaned, as the toy slowly slid out of her.
Shorekeeper stopped halfway.
"Hold it there for me, please."
Camellya was half tempted to disobey out of spite, but the order was probably just for show. Shorekeeper's hands pressed her cheeks together so tightly there was little chance for the toy to fall.
Still, the half that dangled out of Camellya felt heavy.
Shorekeeper stopped thrusting. There was a click and a brief thrum of energy, then another click. The toy didn't dangle from her ass anymore.
Huh?
"Did you- did you just detach and reattach cocks?"
Camellya laughed even as she groaned at the feeling of being pressed against Shorekeeper, ass to hip and thighs to thighs again.
"You switched cocks!"
Camellya was pretty sure she was delirious with laughter and pleasure. She should thank Shorekeeper for pressing more firmly into her ass. That had her gasping.
Shorekeeper moved her hips in small circular motions.
"You should save your energy. You'll need it."
"What could possibly- urgh!"
Camellya almost bit her tongue. Shorekeeper slowly thrusting in and out of her ass felt more intense than she expected.
There was that burn again, but full body comfort too.
When the spectro binding her disappeared, Camellya immediately fell on her hands, ass rocking back into Shorekeeper. She scrambled to get control of her legs, but it just felt so good!
Shorekeeper helped prop her up with a pillow under her stomach instead of using spectro, before she draped herself over Camellya's back.
“You're such a pretty thing, thrill-seeker and all, even your scars,"
Shorekeeper pressed kisses on her shoulderblade,
"unlike your duplicity. they’re clear reminders of your humanity.”
Camellya gasped at the firmer pace, but did not let it distract her from Shorekeeper clearly taunting her!
“Duplicity? We’ve been through this before! I’m nothing but honest and straightforward.”
Camellya grunted at a somewhat sharp snap of Shorekeeper's hips. Shorekeeper was too careful to treat Camellya's ass as harshly as her pussy. Much to Camellya's offense.
She huffed,
“Careful, or you’ll annoy me, Shorekeeper.”
Shorekeeper paused.
“Hmm.”
A sharp slap came down onto the back of her bare thigh.
Camellya moaned and writhed as much as she could, which was none really. Not with the way Shorekeeper enveloped her.
Camellya gritted her teeth.
"You know, pain isn't what gets me off?"
"I know."
"It's not humiliation either."
"Of course,"
Shorekeeper snuck her hands under Camellya and fondled her breasts,
"I know that."
Camellya huffed at the honest answers. Any petty protest of hers disappeared into a groan at the sudden vibration in her pussy. Slight, barely noticeable, but Camellya was already having her ass overstimulated so it was maddening.
Shorekeeper kept the steady pace of her thrusts, unaffected by everything going on. The vibrations, Camellya's clenching and unclenching insides, Camellya's cries and sobs… What a beast.
"You don't hate it, you just don't mind the sex, especially since I'm so precise with your body,"
Shorekeeper pinched her nipples. The vibrations grew stronger.
"The smacks and bites might irk you, but not because it hurts. It only irks you because you can't hit back."
Camellya buried her face into the sheets to whine as Shorekeeper picked up the pace.
"I know what you like is the thrill of testing your strength against powerful opponents. You want the thrill of being subjected to my unrestrained power and surviving it."
Shorekeeper paused.
"An impossibility, for several reasons,"
Camellya could not help but roll her eyes at the matter of fact tone.
"If you know all of that, then why bother?"
Camellya forced out through clenched jaws.
There was a sound, something almost like an amused snort.
"To annoy you."
The vibrations intensified, stimulating Camellya's clit, hell her entire lower half even.
"You may not care much for it, but,"
Shorekeeper wrapped one arm around Camellya's waist. Camellya didn't even notice she had tried to get away.
Shorekeeper held her close.
"Human bodies have instinctive responses to certain stimuli regardless of desire."
Shorekeeper's entire weight pinned Camellya down. It was Camellya's self-preservation instinct that kept her hips up. If she ended up pressed flat against the bed with Shorekeeper on her, she was fucked.
"I…like that I can ease some of that bloodlust of yours without truly harming your body."
Shorekeeper's thrusts got more force behind them, rocking Camellya's entire body and taking all her strength too.
Camellya bit into the sheets to muffle the sounds coming out of her mouth.
"Yes. I think I quite like it,"
Shorekeeper murmured.
Her soft voice full of wonder was in direct contrast to Camellya's tearful and desperate whines.
A part of Camellya registered how wimpy she was, but she couldn't help it.
The thing stretching her pussy vibrated so intensely it hurt, and Shorekeeper kept fucking her deep in the ass.
It was the first time Shorekeeper shoved something other than her fingers there, but to be so rough too?
The sensations were too much. Her body jolted at the wrong time and Shorekeeper slammed into her at such a delicious angle, Camellya caved.
She crashed and fell apart, completely abandoned herself to Shorekeeper's hands.
Shorekeeper noticed and then she was taking Camellya in an overbearing manner uncharacteristic of her. The pillow under Camellya's stomach was practically flattened and putting pressure on her abdomen.
Camellya cried out, and babbled pleas that eventually slurred into indistinct moans.
"I think I can come,"
Shorekeeper mumbled against Camellya's nape,
"I think I can come like this."
As if her body picked up on the opportunity for relief, Camellya mustered enough strength to say,
"Please. Please, please!"
Shorekeeper held Camellya tight, and after several back blowing thrusts, hot liquid filled Camellya.
The sensation was so unexpected she orgasmed.
Shorekeeper was still fucking into her when she came to. Camellya let out a truly pathetic whiny sob..
"Not yet. One more,"
Shorekeeper promised gruffly to her cheek.
There was that familiar double click and Shorekeeper was pounding her pussy, with the vibrating cock and all.
Camellya couldn't even scream anymore as another almost painful orgasm rocked through her. The hot liquid flooding her just added to the sensation and blew her mind.
Her ears rang when she opened her eyes.
Shorekeeper was still on top of and inside her but unmoving now.
Oh, and the dildo up her butt was gone.
Camellya hummed with bone deep satisfaction, and all she wanted was to take a nap.
Without a word, Shorekeeper pulled another pillow towards them. Camellya weakly tugged it into her arms and promptly snuggled it. She'll take a little nap and then pester Shorekeeper later.
"What did you even shoot into me?"
Camellya asked, her syllables dragged, but she was certain Shorekeeper would understand. Shorekeeper gently scratched the base of Camellya's head, as if Camellya was a cat. Hmph.
She can't deny it felt good though.
"Painkillers."
Camellya snuggled deeper into her pillow.
"So you drugged me? Wow."
"Slow acting ones. For later."
"Wow. The beautiful and elegant leader of the Black Shores drugging cute girls…"
Camellya forgot the rest of her words.
The hand scratching at her head drifted lower to her neck. Shorekeeper shifted back just the slightest bit.
Hmph.
Normally, Camellya would continue being a pest, but she was truly fucked out.
"What was the longest you lasted before overclocking?"
Shorekeeper asked, voice still soft but firm with her own brand of seriousness. That was what forced Camellya awake, really.
How cruel to deny a girl a nap!
Well, Shorekeeper put in the work for it, so Camellya might as well entertain her too.
"Six? Five- eight months- ugh! Something."
What cruel boss Camellya had! Asking questions after tiring her out so thoroughly, tsk, tsk. Camellya can't be blamed for not remembering.
Shorekeeper sighed, and carefully shifted so she could kneel and not bear down completely on Camellya. She stayed close still, and rested her head between Camellya's shoulder blades and continued her methodological caress down Camellya's body.
"Three months, one week and two days."
"No! I did not overclock that time!"
Camellya couldn't stop herself from whining.
She really didn't!
Shorekeeper ran the back of a fingernail along the length of a vine on Camellya's head. That silenced Camellya immediately.
Even though Camellya was still dazed, she knew her limits. Her body would not react nicely to another session.
"Four months."
Shorekeeper lightly tugged Camellya's head back by the hair, and spoke deceptively calmly into her ear,
"If you do not require the med bay for at least four months, I'll reward you with something like this,"
Shorekeeper's free hand squeezed tightly on one of Camellya's bruised buttcheek,
"but better,"
she finished.
Camellya let out a gurgle of a laugh, still a bit high from her climax, but unable to let any opportunity to pester Shorekeeper pass.
"What could you possibly do to top this?"
Shorekeeper combed her fingers through Camellya's hair and pressed her lips against Camellya's bare shoulder.
"I suppose you'll have to control yourself and find out."
That was…...annoying, but also interesting. Eh, she'll see.
Camellya placed her cheek on the pillow so she could look at Shorekeeper.
Shorekeeper took the folded and still unused blanket next to Camellya's head and moved to unfurl it. She stopped though.
From what Camellya remembered over the years, it was something like a habit for Shorekeeper. As scarce as she made herself to be to the majority, Shorekeeper had thrown blankets over the shoulders of her tired researchers, tucked under blankets her wounded Bloombearers, and very rarely had thrown blankets over children's heads as a game.
Maybe the ancient computer processor concluded humans were best comforted with blankets from all those Sonoro spheres she absorbed.
Camellya hated blankets though. If Shorekeeper hadn't intercepted her, she would have slept outside, on the grass and under the sun. Hell, she might crawl out her window as soon as her legs start functioning again.
Shorekeeper placed the folded blanket within Camellya's reach, noticed Camellya watching, then leaned down and kissed Camellya on the lips.
Camellya blinked blearily.
"You don't have to kiss me,"
Camellya grouched. She dropped her head comfortably on the pillow, and glanced at Shorekeeper from the side.
"Don't wanna risk Rover ignoring me because of that."
"Rover? The Rover and I-"
Shorekeeper stared blankly at Camellya for a long second. So long Camellya almost fell asleep.
"We don't feel attraction that way."
Camellya forced her heavy eyelids to open, only to scowl.
She had questions. With more thought, she realized they were definitely not important anyway.
A small smile appeared on Shorekeeper's face. She leaned in close.
"Come find me when you can walk again, so I can heal you,"
Shorekeeper gently yet seriously ordered. Her command was punctuated with a kiss that Camellya wanted to slap away from her temple but was too tired to do so.
Camellya made some non-committal grunts.
A soft exasperated sigh.
"Despite your absurd pain tolerance, we both know that discomfort is something you don't want during a fight."
Camellya groaned loud into her pillow.