[Reminder: This story contains explicit sensual content, violence, mature themes, and references to trauma/abuse. Reader discretion is advised.]
Part of her thought to refuse.
It was certainly not something she should accept.
But with their yearning eyes, sweetened breath, and gleaming essence, all she could do was nod, then let her neck lie open.
If they're lying about passing memories through here, then I'll just have them executed. Simple.
All the thoughts that clustered in resistance left her once they looked to her for approval. And so, it began.
They closed the gap between her, teasing with just the nuzzling of their moistened lips to her neck.
"Hmm," she rumbled softly, feeling her eyes widen as she stiffened.
"It's okay," they cooed, then let their tongues flicker against the nape.
She tried to muffle the moan that escaped, yet they didn't give her that moment.
Relentless, yet slow and soft, they licked, kissed, and suckled on each part of her neck.
Only going up to her jaw and down to her collar, obeying the confines of the terrain granted.
They didn't even touch another part of her besides the incidental press of their chests and fingertips, as her own body pressed out, wanting more.
They continued, without any disobedience, yet the pressure picked up. And without realizing, her hands had clenched into their shoulders and pressed into their heads, pulling their hairpins and ties undone.
She groaned as her eyes opened, suddenly aware of their loosened dark hair shaping their sharp faces. Their eyes were slick with hunger for her.
Her head raced for an apology she'd give, yet they didn't wait for one as they returned to feasting on her neck.
They were supposed to be done with it already, and she wanted to tell them that, but forgot to as they savored her.
She clenched her fists, trying to stop herself from touching them, yet their hands simply guided it unopen, then led it back to where she held on before.
Even as she bit her lips to suppress her sounds, their thumbs traced over it and urged it free.
Her thighs opened, pressing into their hands, her own hands wanting to feel their heat. And just as it was about to touch their most sacred spots, she felt their firm bites press into her neck.
Suddenly, the memories flashed before her.
Yet it was not whirring like all the others. It flowed like a ravine, and each memory served patiently after the other as if flipping pages through a book.
There wasn't even a trace of the usual nausea she'd feel, for the sensation she bound herself to was the tingling of her neck as they licked it repeatedly, as if cleaning a wound.
A whimper escaped her.
Their pants were just as heavy as hers, their half-lidded gazes as lustful. She searched their exposed skin, her eyes flaring.
They noticed it, something rare and glowing to be seen in her gaze. A trait that gave her away and had them staring, wanting.
"Do it too," said Lefu through short breaths.
"Mark us, please," Letu pleaded through moans.
It seemed they were just as lost, savoring her neck again and exposing their own.
They begged in whispers, even biting more as if edging her to do the same. And she wanted to.
To put her mouth on them, but not solely on their necks. I can't take this anymore. I need more.
She held their heads and pulled them. Yet they pulled back, staring at her with half-smiles. She was certain they'd take her if she permitted, though they sat further away, regaining themselves.
"Are you satisfied?" they asked.
Not even close.
"Are you displeased with what we showed you?" asked Letu.
"Showed me?"
Oh, the memories. It was a series of seemingly disconnected reflections shared by two beings. Even more surprising, she thought. It seemed as if they could control what memories they shared.
"It's something to think about, I guess."
"It may not seem like much," said Lefu. "But we hope it gives you more ease before your travels."
"Thank you."
She wanted to say it with more grace, yet she was still flustered and unsettled.
There was a certain concoction of emptiness and yearning that stirred up within her.
She knew it was wrong to feel such desires at such a grim time, and so she could bring herself to say no more than, "I wish you both a blessed night."
Their eyes searched for hers, but they did not unleash a single quip as they would.
Instead, they lifted and bowed, raising an x, and said, "We wish you a blessed night."
There was a long pause in their steps, however, and their gazes did trace back, yet they did not press further and were soon escorted out.
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