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[Having Luka's legs wrapped around her head is perfectly fine with Miku, even if it'd be easier if she'd spread them instead.]

Let it go. [It's a simple request, one she had made earlier, only this time it means something quite different. Her tongue and her finger keep darting in and out, and her hand is still at Luka's breast, and all that's happening is that she's getting more insistent - not faster but harder, finger and tongue curling more and more inside of her, and she finally pulls them both out, takes a good long look at Luka...

And thrusts right back in.]

Hah. [ she's facing an incredibly big decision here. she likes the feel of miku's tongue and finger working together against her, touching her in and out but at the same time, does she want to give that sort of satisfaction right away?

well, she's done the same earlier when she went down on her... it wouldn't be considered fair, would it? but she kind of chuckles to herself, broken up by her airy pants, at the thought.

she legs spread, just a bit, but they're spread to feel more of her and she raises an arm to her mouth to bite down on her knuckles. restraining her sounds, really, more so holding back on orgasm.

but then the feeling is gone in a moment's notice and she looks at miku almost skeptically, stares into her eyes for a minute --

and the pleasure is back, right there and she arches; lets out another long moan before her legs tighten and they spread further. she bites down harder on her knuckles. ]

I'm... ah... close... [ it's a surprise to her that she can even mumble something coherently at the moment ]

Really? [Miku looks up at her, nods...

And then practically triples her efforts. Her tongue and her finger - fingers, she's somehow managed to slip a second inside, all working overtime, in and out and curl and in and out and curl, up and down, there's a moment where they both pull out and brush against her before thrusting right back in, and her other hand reaches all the way up to Luka's neck, brushing her thumb against already-forming bruises, trying to replicate the feeling of her tongue there.

Her fingers and tongue curl, uncurl, then curl again, and she just keeps at that. By now she knows exactly what spots make Luka go crazy, how to move to hit all those spots in one single thrust - which she does, multiple times, with both her tongue and her fingers - and knows exactly what rhythm to keep to make Luka go absolutely crazy. She's a quick learner, sharp as a tack, and her ear for music is also turning into an ear for Luka's moans - when they're loudest, when they're longest, when she seems so overtaken by the feelings that she has to let one out.

She's playing Luka like an instrument, manipulating her into giving moan after moan.]

[ one would think that luka would be the one in control during intimate moments, but it isn't the case here. clearly, it isn't. she's fumbling over words, trying to say something but nothing actually ever comes out coherent; it's more pants, moans, shallow inhales.

the hand at miku's head digs deeper, nails into her scalp even, and her knuckles are swollen no thanks to her biting down on them. she racks with pleasures, shakes and quivers at the rougher touches.

it's too much.

if her sounds are music to her ears, then miku's probably going to get a symphony just for her.

luka's head rolls back, her eyes closed as tight as they can be and she shakes, again, and feels her leg muscles tightening and she feels an incredible burning feeling at the pit of her stomach and --

she climaxes, then and there, lets out gasps of air and her head rolls to the side. hair falls into her face, matted against her skin and she feels hot. it's so hot, it feels like she's burning. the knot in her stomach is not completely gone, but her trembling body slowly dies down.

she lies there, her knuckle-swollen hand hiding her face. ]

[Miku winces a little at the nails into her scalp but keeps going, because even if it hurts it's also incredibly hot.

Her tongue curls one last time as Luka orgasms, and she watches intently as she finally does, watches her face go through so many expressions, listens to so many noises, it's practically a mirror of her own orgasm... with one difference.

Miku listens intently for her to finally stop, waits for her to slowly relax her muscles...

Then keeps going. Her tongue and fingers resume as if nothing had happened, her lips are wet and she makes sure not to lick it off, not until she's sure Luka will see the gesture. She's just as insistent as she was before, if not more so, fingers and tongue finally having achieved perfect unison - and after an orgasm like that, she definitely knows where Luka's sensitive, only this time she focuses entirely on the most sensitive parts she can find.]

[ once her body relaxes against the bed, feeling the sheets against her back and finding a sort of comfort in them she breathes deeply, chest heaving.

just when she thinks it's over, it isn't.

luka jolts, immediately supports herself with her arm and half-sits up, her eyes wide at miku's movements ]

Y-You're not... not yet? [ she breathes out, already feeling exhausted from that orgasm, but with her deft fingers it feels good again and she's not sure if she's really going to be able to handle any more.

legitimately, she feels her legs have turned into jello permanently; she can't feel much other than pleasure and feel that miku's inside of her like this.

her pants are louder, her moans longer. her head's back, her eyes are staring at the ceiling, then shutting close when miku reaches a spot that -- ah -- feels good and then they open again, hazy and in a dazed, then back close... it continues like a pattern.

she can't help herself from whisper hoarsely miku's name out, over and over again until she feels like she's going to come again. ]

[Miku smiles up at Luka as she works - her tongue leaves her for a moment and her fingers pick up the slack, spreading inside of her, curling in two different directions, seemingly hitting every weak spot at once.]

I said I'd keep you up all night, you know. It's only midnight. [Miku grins, commits Luka's face to memory, and then her tongue gets right back to work. Having her come again is the plan, and she's dedicating everything she has, pulling out every single dirty trick, to make sure it happens.

Including the dirty trick of her thumb ever so slightly brushing against the bruises on Luka's neck again, only this time she presses down. It's not quite a kiss, but it's pretty close.]

I didn't think tha-ah you were being... serious...

[ whatever happens from here on is a blur to her; the older woman is surely suffering from something like combustion -- of, well, in lewd terms, the closeness of another orgasm -- and she feels like she's over the top. like she's on the edge of a building and she's going to do it, she's doing to jump --

her neck bites are sensitive -- still a bit swollen, recently bitten. they're red, she thinks, but she can't really tell because she isn't looking but they're probably red. definitely red. those are marks she'll have to cover up tomorrow. luckily it's winter time and it's appropriate to wear turtle necks and scarves of some kind.

she'll distract herself with the thoughts of how to disguise all of this in the morning, but it's interrupted when she shakes, feels a bruise being pressed down on at the same time (coincidentally? intentionally?) miku's fingers press against her and that sends her over the edge, a second time.

the second orgasm is shaky, like the first, her breaths start to even out a little faster than the first, her head this time has been able to stay fairly still in it's place, eyes closed. her knuckles on her free hand, a mixture of red and white, squeeze the bed sheets. she's close to ripping them, maybe. ]

I'm always serious. [She jokes even as she pushes Luka to orgasm, and when she notices Luka shaking so much she finally, mercifully pulling away, leaning up and sitting on her lap, kissing at her neck once more - the red bruises and what little unmarked skin there is in equal measures - pulling away with a big grin when Luka finally calms down.

Her grin widens, a little, as she glances around the room and notices something she hasn't before.]

Hey, Luka... look over my shoulder.

[There's a mirror on the wall behind her, and the room is small enough for it to be close. So very close.]

[ it's like experiencing deja vu again. luka's arms reach up, wrap haphazardly around her shoulders and she sighs. her body feels heavy, her lower end feels like jello in more ways than one and her eyes are hazy; everything she sees is rather blurry.

luka tries to focus on miku's face. her brows raise when she's asked to look behind her...

a mirror. ]

... o-of all places -- ! [ she's surprised to see herself look so lewd and then miku --

well, miku is another story. her hair has been messed up, messy and ruffled just like her own. from where she's sitting she can see the teal hair falling to the ground, sees that wow. wow. they're in. an intimate position.

as if her face hasn't gotten any more redder than the last time. ]

You really... overdid it, didn't you? [ it's a bit exasperated; the back of her forearm rests against her forehead and luka purses her lips together. ] Two times... [ she can't bring herself to think about that now, it only makes her more flustered ]

[Miku leans in very, very close, kissing at Luka's neck again, brushing her hair back so it's even more tussled because she can already tell Luka likes that...

Then grins.]

I'm still overdoing it, you know. Who said anything about just two times? [Her fingers reach down, brushing against the overstimulated space between her legs again, even pressing against it - only to pull away.]

You're so beautiful that there's no way I'll be happy with just that. [She bites down on her neck, leaving the nastiest bruise yet - she's sure that tomorrow her neck will be nothing but bruises and she'll need the world's most oversized turtleneck or scarf to hide it - but for tonight she can just enjoy the red bumps slowly turning into bruises.]

There's more in this room than mirrors, you know. [There's a little desk near the bed, with a lamp on it - she'd thought it was just for the lamp at first but then she'd noticed the drawers, and she opens the first one as she slowly pushes Luka back down again, reaching for whatever's inside...

She comes out with a blindfold and a tiny egg-shaped vibrator, just the one.]

Hm. Hey, how do you want me to use these? [She holds them out to Luka, making sure she can see them clearly.]

[ there are probably no words to describe her emotions right now.

luka lies there against the bed, miku straddling her hips, blindfold and vibrator in hand she's found from the bedside drawer, and the words "who said anything about just two times?" still ring in her head.

her eyes narrow, and she has a pout on her face. while it's only been a few moments since her second coming, luka feels like the tables should be turned now.

definitely. they should definitely be turned now. so she'll move her hands down to miku's shoulders, fingers pressing into them lightly at first, then she puts whatever force she has left to flip-flop them.

she doesn't say anything, hovering over miku again. there's a determined look on her face for that. she snatches the vibrator from her hands, then takes the blindfold away by biting onto it. ]

Uh! [Miku panics, a little - she'd thought Luka was practically boneless after two orgasms, she hadn't expected the tables to be turned so easily. For all Luka's teasing about weight, Miku's pretty light, and she squirms a little under Luka. Especially when she steals the toys away from her.]

Uh, you know I was just joking, right? Hahaha. Uh. Let's get to bed, Luka! We have a day off tomorrow, let's not waste it sleeping... Luka? Luka. [What has she wrought.]

You're backing out now?

[ luka has either arm beside miku's head, a knee in between her legs and the other on the other side of one. her dialogue is muffled slightly through the piece of cloth in her mouth, but it should still be understandable.

her question is legitimate; why would miku go on about "keeping her up all night" when she's suddenly retreating now?

besides, isn't it her job to repay the favor?

she takes the blindfold out of her mouth and keeps it tight in her hand. wouldn't want it to be stolen back, now! ]

Miku, would you mind rolling over for me, please? Onto your front.

[ the tone of voice is too polite, almost dripping in too much venom, so to speak. if the look on her face doesn't tell miku anything, the girl is probably beyond saving. ]

[Miku glances back at Luka. She... she thinks she made Luka mad. She considers the idea of trying to flip her back over, but Luka's bigger than her - they'd just wrestle for a bit and then she'd be back beneath her only Luka would be even angrier.

So she nods submissively and rolls over, her back facing Luka. She doesn't like where this is going.

Granted, she kind of brought this onto herself, but still.]

Okay, okay. Uhm. I did it because I really love you and wanted to make you happy? [Miku offers, glancing back at Luka.

She pauses a moment.]

... You aren't buying it, are you.

[ luka shifts herself so that she's still straddling miku's hips from behind, and she looks back at her approvingly. if she's slightly panicking, there's no need to worry miku! luka will surely take care of her. with interest, of course.

she goes from sitting to laying down on top of her, the vibrator in her hand -- the little switch for it, too. luka sweeps miku's hair to the side, leaving her back exposed and she leans to leave little, fluttering kisses from her neck, down her shoulder blades, to the small of her back and then licks her way back up. her fingers trail along with her, nails -- instead of a gentle walk -- dig into her skin slightly. not enough for pain, but definitely enough for a kind of string. ]

No, not really. You can make it up to me, however. Just play along, okay? [ it's that sweet yet devilish tone of voice again ]

[The interest is what she's worried about.

She shivers as Luka kisses, then groans as her nails get involved, already clinging to the nearly torn sheets. This is not good. Not good at all. Not good in the least, but Luka's leaning up against her, her breasts pressing against her back...

In this pose, with that amazing yet threatening tone of voice, she'd probably rob a bank if Luka asked her to. So she nods, shifting her head to the side, the massive pile of hair moving with her.]

Y... yeah. [She nods once more, absently.]

[ she giggles.

and luka doesn't giggle -- she laughs, she chuckles, but not giggle. so it's easy to assume she has something in mind for the both of them. she lifts her face up, lets her fingers drag along miku's skin by themselves, adding pressure each time she goes up and down. they'd leave faint red marks, but no scratches or scars. ~~yet~~

each time her fingers go down they get further, to the point where she lightly scratches over miku's rear and then all the way back up. back down to her rear. back up.

she considers it a distraction while she uses her other hand with the blindfold to appear in front of miku's face. her fingers continue to drag along. luka leans in to whisper in her ear, lips close enough to get hold of her earlobe and she kisses it, licks it, sucks on it while whispering in between. ]

Bite onto it. [ it's more of an order than a suggestion. luka means business her fingers reach down between her legs the next time they go down and she presses against her folds, plays with them a bit with her fingers, waiting for a response from her. ]

[She faintly remembers all those spanks to Luka's rear, when she feels that light scratch on her own. She... she really hopes that particular favor isn't returned.

She squirms lightly at every touch, every time her hands complete the loop and go back up, but she especially squirms at the touches to her rear. It seems that part of her is sensitive, something even she wasn't really aware of.]

Yes, ma'am. [She isn't sure if she's joking or serious about that little comment, it's just the first thing that tumbles out of her mouth, and she bites down on the blindfold immediately...

Which is a good thing, because she quickly gets to moaning through it as Luka touches her, still damp and wet and oversensitive from her own orgasm.]

Mmmph mmm mma? [She pauses, because she just tried to speak through a makeshift gag, then goes red and buries her face in all her loose hair, ducking her eyes away. Note to self, don't try that again. Too embarrassing for words.]

Cute, but I'm afraid I can't understand you, dear. [ luka feels like she's in power again -- knows that she is, and she feels that sense of satisfaction from being aware of this simple little fact.

she smirks against her ear, blows a bit of air into it, then leaves to kiss her back. she can hear her moans, which is pleasing, so her strokes continue down there, they're longer strokes that happen faster. unlike the first time, luka isn't going to be so sweet and gentle.

luka pokes a finger into her, moves it a bit, even pushing against her, but it comes back out to play with her folds. still wet, she determines. she leaves kisses right above her butt, places where her fingers have dragged across and where she hasn't touched yet. luka leaves a bite closer to her hip, sucks on it lightly before pulling away enough to admire her work. ]

How do you feel?

[She thinks for a moment of how to actually get words across like this, squeaking when Luka kisses her butt.

Then Luka starts biting her hip, and sucking, and then there's her finger and her everything and with Luka so close, taking so much control, it's a wonder Miku doesn't come right there. She's still wet and she's getting wetter, and she squirms once more under Luka.]

... Mmph. Mm. [That's her attempt as saying she likes it and wants more, embarrassment aside. It's naturally pretty much completely unintelligible, but she hopes Luka gets the gist. As mortifying as this is, the last thing she wants her to do is stop.

She'll return this favor later on tonight. She knows she will. With a blindfold and a gag, and as many toys as this room has to offer... no, wait, she'll keep her eyes clear so she can make her look at herself in the mirror while she toys with her.

That thought keeps Miku from completely curling up and dying of shame.]

[ two can play at this game, miku. they're equals now, aren't they? so it's only fair that luka gets a chance at this too. her finger pokes in, deeper than the last, then draws out only to come back in half way. it alternates between going deeper and not going as far -- she'll see how miku likes that.

the gag seems like it's doing it's purpose, and while luka can't hear any words she's saying, the pleasant sound of her moans and of her squirming is enough to please her for now.

if miku's thinking about getting back at her, she'll have to think again. luka's only just started, after all.

her other hand reaches for the vibrator that she dropped from her hand. keeping her other hand by her core to continue her ministrations, luka slides back up miku's body, deliberately letting her breasts drag against her skin and kisses the back of her neck. ]

Will you roll over again? [ she wants to see the look on her face ]

[Answer: Miku likes that a lot, in the 'wishing for more' way. She squirms and moans and sighs under the gag, but she still wishes Luka would do even more to her.

She even moans as Luka's breasts rub against her back, feeling their full weight against her and wondering why she didn't pay more attention to them when she had the chance. She liked Luka's breasts.

... Maybe that was a dumb thought but her mind pretty much consisted of dumb thoughts at this point.]

M... Mm. [Miku hesitates, but eventually rolls over, looking up at Luka for a moment before immediately rolling her head to the side. With all the rolling and the length of it and the messiness of the situation to begin with, her hair's all over the place, half-covering her face, sticky with sweat in places, and it trails all the way down to her legs, silky teal locks clinging to her like a lover.

... Like Luka, she supposes. Her face is flushed and her eyes are hazy but that's nothing new. It's mostly, weirdly, the hair she's embarrassed about, and no amount of looking away will fix that.

Then she notices the vibrator out of the corner of her eye.]

Mmph?

[ luka stares back down at her, purrs ever so quietly when she sees that flushed face of the girl beneath her. she's got the upper hand here, and it's nice knowing so. miku's hair beneath her, sprawled out in all directions and clinging to her body makes her look innocent -- though luka's aware that she really isn't quite so. if their intimate moment just a few minutes ago isn't an example of miku's devilish mind, she doesn't know what else could suffice.

her fingers work slow at first, like that first time when they entered the room, but as the seconds pass she quickens her past and she pumps them in and out of her. it gets rougher, gets harder, there's more pressure. and she plays with her like that for a bit, pumps her fingers harder into her and curls them against her, looks for all the spots that she thinks will bring miku to orgasm.

she does this watching her carefully, watches the way her chest falls when she breathes and watches how her hair follows it, splayed out across her body. the teal is oddly fitting with the paleness of miku's skin.

luka probably looks like she's about to eat her at some point. of course, that's to come soon, too, but not yet. there's other things she wants to do first.

the pink haired singer's noticed some rope lying around when they first came into the room. she's had it on her mind since she saw miku with the vibrator and blindfold.

she'll put it to use, definitely. ]

[Miku, unfortunately, hadn't noticed the rope, so that upcoming twist twist will be quite a surprise to her. When it happens, anyway.

Miku moans and squeals beneath the gag at every thrust, hair shifting with her as she writhes, getting more and more messed up and clinging to her further as her body becomes slick with sweat. Her breaths are coming hard and fast, through her nose due to the gag, and, as always, her toes curl. At least she can't mark her lower lip with her teeth anymore, not with the gag in the way.]

Mmmm... mmmph! [She's close, she's so close already, and she tries to warn Luka but the gag prevents that as much as anything else.

So she jerks her hips instead, trying to get it across through her actions, her arms and legs both wrapping around Luka's back just for something to cling to, nails digging marks in her skin.]

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