Ch 3.20: ❤ Perception

Cool metal rammed inside of Elaina, and she was sure the moan she let out was loud enough to dispel any doubts about what they were doing to the entire bar. Not that they would be able to guess the specific cause of Elaina’s mixed pain and pleasure. The blunt training rapier Shein had slipped into her folds stretched her in ways she had never imagined, had never known she had wanted, a sensation that was far more pleasurable than it should have been. [Pain Response] made that last part possible, more than Elaina could ever let Shein know.

And she wanted more.

It was a thin piece of metal, and Shein was being far too gentle. Elaina managed to open her eyes as the woman loomed over her, sliding the instrument in and out, barely moving it an inch or two, never letting it go too deep. She looked pleased with herself, like she was was causing some indescribable torment to Elaina, but it still wasn’t enough.

“More,” Elaina muttered.

Shein froze, her eyes dimming. “Elaina, I’m not trying to kill you.”

Elaina opened her mouth to protest, to beg for more, but the look on Shein’s face stopped her. The woman looked concerned, almost guilty at just the suggestion that Elaina would want her to go harder.  She doesn’t know about [Pain Response], about me being tougher in general. What Elaina was asking for was decidedly not healthy, not something most women could stand, certainly not something they would enjoy.

And so she realized the truth of what their “relationship” had to be. Elaina trusted that Shein wasn’t going to go past her limits, but that was only because she didn’t trust Shein enough to let her know what those limits actually were, and that Shein wouldn’t dare go where Elaina really wanted to go without that knowledge.

“I’m just, trying to keep the mood up,” Elaina said, looking aside and putting on a bit of coyness in her voice.

That brought Shein back into it. “Well then, if you really want to feel it, I think I can do that. But only if you want to, of course.”

Elaina pursed her lips at the suggestion, glaring up as Shein pulled the sword out and threw it aside. They could never have what Elaina and Tira had, but Shein clearly had some idea of how to have fun in her own way. And what harm was a little fun?

“Fine,” Elaina said. Shein’s fingers rammed into her before her mouth finished closing.

Elaina’s eyes clouded over, the office becoming fuzzy as the sensation of Shein’s fingers between her legs took over. They were cold, impossibly so, colder than the sword had been, colder than even Flora could make herself. Elaina’s mind seemed to cloud as much as her vision as she tried to rationalize how that could be, the striking sensation spreading throughout her body as she gasped at the sudden sensation

Sensation. Perception.

Shein’s smirk cut through the haze of Elaina’s eyes, and that was all it took for her to realize what the woman was doing. She controlled Elaina’s perception, her very senses. Flora could be anything, but Shein could make Elaina feel anything just as easily. Was there even a difference? Yes, she knows I won’t actually get hurt this way. Elaina could feel her Shein inside her, far deeper than her fingers could actually go, almost sharp even, as if it were a real blade.

Shein’s lips were on Elaina’s, and in and instant the frigid touch changed to warmth radiating from her pelvis, her lips, the breast Shein’s other hand fell on. Everywhere their skin touched was pleasure, everywhere Shein’s fingers explored her most intense erogenous zone. Elaina’s lips were quivering by the time her temporary mistress broke off the kiss.

“Don’t stop,” Elaina muttered, the vibrations made by the sounds on her lips causing her eyes to roll back.

“Don’t stop the warmth, or don’t stop the cold?”

“Yes.”

They were kissing again, and the Elaina felt every touch more acutely than she had ever imagined possible, more than could ever even be possible. One second Shein was icy pain, the next warm comfort, sometimes both at the same time, but every second was bliss Elaina had never felt before, a mounting spring of ecstasy she couldn’t control that built up inside her until it all flooded out in one joyful scream. Shein was kind enough to not alter that, to let the orgasm Elaina felt be real. When she opened her eyes, the woman looked almost as if she’d experienced it herself.

“My turn,” Shein said, crawling over Elaina until she was straddling her face and lowering her hips.

Elaina took the offering greedily despite her exhaustion, shoving her mouth into Shein’s pussy and lapping it up like it was the first meal she’d had in days. It didn’t take long for Shein to start convulsing, and though she didn’t scream out, Elaina still knew she’d done a good job as the woman lifted wobbling legs up off the ground, leaving Elaina to lay back and relax.

“Was that really an hour?” Elaina said, finally remembering the actual terms of their game. “And does that really count as serving you?”

“No, of course not,” Shein said. “On both counts.”

Elaina tried to blink away the confusion in her mind, but she struggled, head still rolling from the experience she had just had. “What?”

“I’ll just save that hour you need to serve me for another day,” Shein mused as she reached into her desk drawer and pulled out a dress.

Elaina shot up, feeling the blood rush to her face as she tried to hold back her anger. “Hey! That’s not what we meant and you know it!”

“I know nothing of the sort,” Shein said with a grin, settling into the dress as she straightened the straps on it. “You really should know you have to be specific when making deals with me, especially if it’s on a gamble. And besides, don’t you have a more pressing matter to be upset with me about?”

Elaina was sure there was something else to be mad about, but it took her a moment to glance at the floor, at the clothes she had worn to the casino, laying on the floor ripped to pieces.

“Gods damnit…”