something like focus start to form in her mind. She only needed a little bit - just enough to end the aria.
Tyrone had been enjoying the show, occasionally switching between kissing into her ear and kissing into her neck, but he noticed the concentration etched on her face and realised she was trying something. He pressed his lips to her ear and spoke into it, his voice deep and powerful.
'Open your eyes, Pariah. Look at how much your slutty body loves it. Look at how your nipples are begging for more.'
His command was enough to make her addled mind obey and she opened her eyes to look down at herself. The pale blue of her eyes had the faint embers of glowing blue light returned to them. The erotic sight threatened to overtake her, sapping her focus.
'Aww...gawwd,' she moaned as she looked down at her breasts being manipulated by Lenny. Her nipples screamed out with each new caress, hard as little diamonds, and the sight of Lenny owning her body sent a thrill of exhilaration through her. He worked her body like a professional, and it was almost hypnotic to watch him work.
More of her focus drained away but she gritted her teeth and persevered, holding on to the last vestiges of it by a thread.
This moment wasn't going to last long. If she had the ability to do something, she would need to make it count. With great effort, she tore her eyes from the sight of her breasts being played with and turned her head to look for the control panel of the aria.
Just as she locked sight with it in the distance she felt Lenny's hands leave her breasts and move up to her chin, pulling her face back around to look at him.
'Don't pretend you don't love the show...,' his voice trailed off as he saw the light in her eyes. Alarm crossed his handsome features as he realised that she still had some fight in her.
She locked eyes with him, looking at him with a mix of yearning and hate. If she couldn't turn off the aria, she supposed she could settle for turning off Lenny.
The air started to ripple around Lenny as she reached out with her influence.
Lenny held her gaze, leaving one hand on her chin and lightly pulling down on her jaw while his other hand pushed two fingers into her open mouth. The move took her by surprise and she hesitated as he pushed his fingers over her tongue, letting her taste him.
'Uh uh uh, Pariah,' he whispered, his voice tense with fear of what she was doing. 'That's not what you want, baby. You've not gone far enough yet. You want to go further.'
His words pulled at her mind, stalling her even more. She knew, even if she hated it, that on some fundamental level he was right.
The hesitation was all Lenny needed. He pushed his fingers back and forth in her mouth while his other hand went back to squeezing her hard nipples like he owned them. He moved himself in against her, pushing his thigh between her legs and firmly rubbing it up and down. After all that had happened, the sensation of finally getting attention to her throbbing loins was overwhelming.
The rippling in the air started to lessen.
'Suck,' Lenny commanded, going for broke, still holding her gaze. 'Give in and suck, baby.'
Tyrone mirrored the command, speaking deep into her ear, 'Submit, just stop fighting.'
The moment seemed to last an age as Pariah teetered.
Then, still looking into Lenny's eyes, Pariah clamped her lips around his fingers and started to suck them, the faint light dying away in her eyes.
'Good girl,' he said, enjoying their shared look as she gently sucked his fingers, 'That's my girl.'
She was sick of fighting. Sick of trying to go against it. She was enjoying this. She wanted this. Wanted Lenny. Wanted the aria to never stop singing to her. In her fragile state, she couldn't find any sense in why anyone would pull away from this: It was her fantasy, and it was coming true - only it was even better than any fantasy she could have ever dreamed.
Right at the crux moment, caught between possible victory and certain defeat, in
Tyrone had been enjoying the show, occasionally switching between kissing into her ear and kissing into her neck, but he noticed the concentration etched on her face and realised she was trying something. He pressed his lips to her ear and spoke into it, his voice deep and powerful.
'Open your eyes, Pariah. Look at how much your slutty body loves it. Look at how your nipples are begging for more.'
His command was enough to make her addled mind obey and she opened her eyes to look down at herself. The pale blue of her eyes had the faint embers of glowing blue light returned to them. The erotic sight threatened to overtake her, sapping her focus.
'Aww...gawwd,' she moaned as she looked down at her breasts being manipulated by Lenny. Her nipples screamed out with each new caress, hard as little diamonds, and the sight of Lenny owning her body sent a thrill of exhilaration through her. He worked her body like a professional, and it was almost hypnotic to watch him work.
More of her focus drained away but she gritted her teeth and persevered, holding on to the last vestiges of it by a thread.
This moment wasn't going to last long. If she had the ability to do something, she would need to make it count. With great effort, she tore her eyes from the sight of her breasts being played with and turned her head to look for the control panel of the aria.
Just as she locked sight with it in the distance she felt Lenny's hands leave her breasts and move up to her chin, pulling her face back around to look at him.
'Don't pretend you don't love the show...,' his voice trailed off as he saw the light in her eyes. Alarm crossed his handsome features as he realised that she still had some fight in her.
She locked eyes with him, looking at him with a mix of yearning and hate. If she couldn't turn off the aria, she supposed she could settle for turning off Lenny.
The air started to ripple around Lenny as she reached out with her influence.
Lenny held her gaze, leaving one hand on her chin and lightly pulling down on her jaw while his other hand pushed two fingers into her open mouth. The move took her by surprise and she hesitated as he pushed his fingers over her tongue, letting her taste him.
'Uh uh uh, Pariah,' he whispered, his voice tense with fear of what she was doing. 'That's not what you want, baby. You've not gone far enough yet. You want to go further.'
His words pulled at her mind, stalling her even more. She knew, even if she hated it, that on some fundamental level he was right.
The hesitation was all Lenny needed. He pushed his fingers back and forth in her mouth while his other hand went back to squeezing her hard nipples like he owned them. He moved himself in against her, pushing his thigh between her legs and firmly rubbing it up and down. After all that had happened, the sensation of finally getting attention to her throbbing loins was overwhelming.
The rippling in the air started to lessen.
'Suck,' Lenny commanded, going for broke, still holding her gaze. 'Give in and suck, baby.'
Tyrone mirrored the command, speaking deep into her ear, 'Submit, just stop fighting.'
The moment seemed to last an age as Pariah teetered.
Then, still looking into Lenny's eyes, Pariah clamped her lips around his fingers and started to suck them, the faint light dying away in her eyes.
'Good girl,' he said, enjoying their shared look as she gently sucked his fingers, 'That's my girl.'
She was sick of fighting. Sick of trying to go against it. She was enjoying this. She wanted this. Wanted Lenny. Wanted the aria to never stop singing to her. In her fragile state, she couldn't find any sense in why anyone would pull away from this: It was her fantasy, and it was coming true - only it was even better than any fantasy she could have ever dreamed.
Right at the crux moment, caught between possible victory and certain defeat, in
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