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Pearl has been thinking.
She’s been thinking for months, really. Ever since her and Marina had sex for the first time, a switch has been flipped on the opposite setting from the one that it had been stuck on for Pearl’s entire sexually active life and she hasn’t been able to change it back. She’s mostly sure she doesn’t even want it to go back.
Marina has been changing Pearl’s life and self for years, that’s nothing new to her. When the rogue octoling found her on Mount Nantai all those years ago, she was lost, though she wouldn’t have admitted it then. From that moment onwards Marina inspired her to change and to open her hearts, and eventually she opened them so much that she allowed herself to fall deeply, wholly, and damn near obsessively in love with her.
So, she can’t exactly be surprised that Marina successfully obliterated the walls she had built for herself during her days of sleeping with random girls just to feel something, the very first time she touched her like that. She had always thought the domineering role she took in bed was of her complete free will, however she’s starting to think it was just out of necessity. Necessity to protect herself from people she didn’t know or have any emotions for, and necessity because the people she didn’t know didn’t consider her needs beyond their own.
Pearl feels like a different person now—Marina had unlocked a part of her sexuality that she never knew was there. When she’s with Marina, she feels safe and loved, and she knows she can give in wholly to the woman and be vulnerable with anything she feels. She can want what she wants.
To put it in layman’s terms, Pearl wants to be absolutely ran through by Marina.
And as she lays there beside her love in bed, watching absent-mindedly as she reads a book, Pearl does not know how to tell her that.
Don’t get her wrong, they’ve had sex plenty since the first time, but not like what Pearl has brewing in her mind. Marina fucks her so good every time—improving leaps and bounds— and she loves fucking Marina just as much, but sometimes she wants to give up all control, to give it all to Marina and let her do with it what she wishes. Give up the persona she’s built for the public and just submit.
The hardest part is trying to predict how Marina would react. She’s got such a gentle personality, and even gentler actions when they have sex. And Pearl loves it. It makes her feel loved and respected. But sometimes (right about now), she wants to be held down, and choked, and just plain ruined.
The thing is, Pearl knows Marina knows how to take control of situations. It’s ingrained in her upbringing. She wouldn’t say she consciously holds back, but by cod she knows the octoling is capable of more. She just doesn’t want to scare her off by asking her to unleash it.
And yet, the want is starting to consume her, so she acts.
“Hey… Marina?” She says quietly, breaking the long and comfortable silence between them.
Detecting seriousness amidst Pearl’s tone, Marina bookmarks her page and sets the book down. “Yes?” She responds, her eyes meeting Pearl’s.
The eye contact makes Pearl flush for some reason, and she feels her nerves rising.
“I—uh,” She stutters. “I—I wanted to a—ask if we—”
Coddamnit Pearl, get yourself together!
Pearl is nervously fiddling with her fingers, something she hasn’t done since she professed her feelings for her, and it prompts Marina to reach forward and cover her hands with her own.
“Hey…” She starts. “Are you okay Pearlie?”
“Yes! ‘M great!” She exclaims.
Marina rolls her eyes with a fond smile and reaches out to pull Pearl into her lap.
“Tell me what’s wrong, Pearlie.” She says, brushing Pearl’s tentacles behind her ear and kissing her jaw. The action makes a stupid amount of heat settle in her abdomen, and it’s then that she’s absolutely sure she needs this.
“There’s nothin’ wrong, babe.” She says and averts her eyes. Takes a steadying breath. “I was just wondering if… we could try something in bed.”
The typical amount of teal dusts Marina’s cheeks, but it doesn’t appear to affect her. “Oh? What would that be?”
Pearl shifts in Marina’s lap. Marina is stroking her arm lovingly and it urges her on. “Well… I’ve been thinking about it for awhile. I know we usually switch, but I really want you to top me.”
Marina tilts her head as a way of asking her to elaborate.
“Like, really top me.” Pearl says. “I… I want you to hold me down, and not be afraid to be rough with me. I want you to take control, entirely.”
Pearl’s face is deeply flushed, and her voice is breathy just at the mere mention of what she wants, and Marina’s eyes widen. She’s staring at her fingers again.
“Really?” Is all Marina can manage at first, her face hot, although she’s not as shocked as she maybe should be.
“W—we don’t have to if you’re not comfortable—” Pearl starts, shifting to slide off of Marina’s lap.
“No, wait.” Marina says, hand clamping around Pearl’s bicep to hold her in place. “You’re sure?”
Pearl blinks. Then nods. “Uh-huh. I don’t want you to be mean or anythin’… I just… I like feeling overwhelmed by you.”
Marina chuckles warmly, and suddenly Pearl can’t understand why she was ever nervous to talk to her girlfriend about this. The octoling leans in close, her breath tickling Pearl’s cheek.
“I think I can manage that.” She whispers, and it takes every ounce of self control for Pearl to not whimper.
“A—also… I was wondering if you could… ah…” Pearl bites her lip. “…Choke me?”
Now this takes Marina by surprise.
“Are—are you sure?” The octoling asks, searching Pearl’s eyes.
“Yeah,” Pearl says. “Every time you, uh, you put your hand on my neck during sex, there’s always a tiny part of me that wishes you would squeeze a little harder.”
Marina is looking down at her hands intently now, and then it’s Pearl’s turn to grab them.
“I won’t pressure you into doing anything you don’t want to, but I want you to do it because I trust you, and I wanna give myself up to you, ‘Rina.” Pearl reassures. “I know you wouldn’t hurt me.”
Pearl kisses Marina softly and the octoling looks up.
“Okay.” She says. “I’ll try. But the moment something seems wrong I’m letting go.”
The inkling beams.
“Just one more thing,” Pearl says, and Marina hums. “I impulse bought a strap-on a little while ago…”
Marina follows Pearl’s train of thought and pulls back, smiling. “I can do that.” She says, copious amounts of confidence returning to her expression, an extra amount that Pearl didn’t know she was capable of. Not that she’s complaining.
Pearl makes a sound of excitement and slides off Marina’s lap to her side of the bed. She reaches down to the bottom drawer of her bedside table and pulls out the box containing her new toy, as well as a bottle of lube.
The octoling eyes the toy and shoots her girlfriend an amused look upon finding that the colour Pearl had chosen to go with is teal. Pearl smiles sheepishly. Marina reaches forward and takes the box from the inkling’s hands.
“Why don’t you get undressed?” She suggests as she dismounts the bed.
Pearl’s hearts lurch with a it’s finally happening, and doesn’t hesitate to start lifting her top over her head. She’s already braless—as always—and continues to pull her shorts and underwear off at the same time with haste.
On her back and propped up on her elbows, Pearl watches her gorgeous girlfriend undress herself. She had made quick work of her clothing and is now fidgeting with the harness that came with the toy. She slides the toy through the ring in the middle of the harness and then steps into it, tightening the straps comfortably against her ass and thighs. She puts her hands on her hips and looks down, examining her temporary new appendage for a moment.
Marina then looks back up to her girlfriend, and Pearl’s hearts pick up in rate. She just knows she’s already wet. The octoling makes her way over to the side of the bed, swinging one leg over the edge and climbing on.
“You’re really sure about this, right?” Marina asks as she situates herself beside Pearl on her side, her hand coming down to graze Pearl’s belly.
Pearl shivers. “I’ve just been gettin’ more and more sure since I told you, babe.” She says, jaw clenching at the feeling of the strap pressing against the underside of her thigh.
“Alright,” Marina responds, and Pearl takes note of the small smile it looks like she’s trying to hide. “We should probably have a safe word or something, shouldn’t we?”
Pearl is silent as she looks up thoughtfully.
“How about, ‘hyperbomb?’”
“Hyperbomb it is.” Marina nods.
Finally, Marina swings a leg over Pearl’s body and moves on top of her, arms caging her to the mattress.
It starts simple. Marina leans down and kisses Pearl, open-mouthed and hungry. Her two sharp teeth are closing down on Pearl’s bottom lip harshly when her hand finds its way between her legs, fingers parting her slit and finding a lot of wetness.
“You’re so wet already, Pearlie.” Marina smiles as she moves her face to Pearl’s neck, then bites down and sucks so hard there’s a sting. Pearl’s hips twitch. “I haven’t even done anything yet.”
Teal fingers glide through Pearl’s folds, collecting some wetness and then moving up to her swollen clit, circling around it firmly.
“P—please. I need you inside.” Pearl whimpers.
Marina continues the agonizing circles on Pearl’s clit anyway, a glint in her eyes, “Don’t tell me what to do.” A wave of heat washes over Pearl as those words leave Marina’s lips, and her ears twitch without her permission.
The teasing goes on for ages it feels like, and Pearl is somehow incredibly on edge. Marina’s teeth continue their tour of Pearl’s body until there are bite marks blooming with colour all over her neck and breasts, and she’s slick with sweat. Finally, Marina’s hand dips down and sinks two fingers inside without warning, earning a garbled gasp from Pearl. She pumps them in and out relentlessly, separating them to stretch the inkling’s walls.
Once deciding Pearl feels ready, Marina pulls her fingers out and reaches across the bed to find the bottle of lube her girlfriend had gotten out earlier. Pearl is probably plenty wet all on her own, but extra lubrication could never hurt (literally). Marina snaps open the bottle and pours it onto the strap between her legs, then tosses it to the side as and strokes it to spread the fluid evenly.
When she looks up, she finds Pearl looking at her with pure wonder in her golden eyes.
“Ready?” Marina asks.
Pearl nods, absolute.
“I love you.” Marina says.
“Love you too, ‘Rina.” Pearl smiles.
(That’s one of the last coherent sentences Pearl will utter tonight.)
“Flip over.” Marina orders, and Pearl doesn’t hesitate to obey, turning over to lay on her stomach, her head resting on its side. Marina leans forward, both hands firmly rubbing up Pearl’s back, and then back down. The strap is pressing against her ass, and Marina takes it in her hand to reposition it so its poking against Pearl’s entrance. She doesn’t speak as she rolls her hips and pushes the tip in. A whine from Pearl spurs her on and she starts thrusting, each stroke burying her deeper inside.
Pearl groans when Marina’s hips meet her ass and she bottoms out. Marina pulls out about halfway and then slams back in with enough force to create a slapping sound from their skin colliding, causing a throaty moan to escape Pearl’s lips. She settles into a rhythm after that, the slapping sound repeating as she roughly thrusts into the smaller woman.
The sensation causes Pearl to cry out. She’s never felt so full before, and Marina is hitting all the right spots. Suddenly, she feels one of Marina’s hands leave her hip. It travels upwards and presses into her upper back, fingers curling against the base of the back of her neck.
And then Marina presses down. The pressure causes Pearl to sink into the mattress, and she can feel her hearts beating aggressively in her chest. It constricts her lungs a little bit, and the shortness of breath makes her moan, her insides slowly turning to jelly. Her brain is frazzled, struggling to divide its attention between Marina’s thrusts into her cunt and the hand holding her down.
Marina grunts behind her, and then the hand on her back is gone. She doesn’t have time to complain, however, because Marina’s hands are back on her hips and pulling her into a different position. Her ass is up in the air now, and the thrusts into her don’t stop for a second. She’s only propping the top half of her body up on her forearms for a second before it’s collapsing back down to the bed because Marina is pressing a palm into the side of her head. The octoling is careful not to rest her entire weight on Pearl’s head, but the force is hefty, nonetheless.
“Fuck, fuck.” Pearl groans, her fingers gripping hard at the sheets.
“Cod, you look so fucking pretty like this Pearlie,” Marina sighs, a bit breathily from the force she’s exerting, and brings her free hand underneath her lover’s body and between her legs to rub at her straining clit. Pearl’s brows draw together at the feeling and her eyes screw shut, numerous moans falling from her lips. She’s thanking everything holy for her current position because the combined sensation causes her to lose feeling in her knees. “So fucking pretty. And it’s all for me.”
Pearl lets out a shaken breath and nods against Marina’s hand to the best of her ability. “All f—for you.” She feels drunk, any inhibitions she had left are gone to make room for the absolute moaning mess she’s become.
“What would everyone think if they saw you like this, hm?” Marina says, her accent curling around her words deliciously. Her rhythm slows for a moment, allowing her to bury herself as deep as possible and grind against Pearl’s ass. It pulls an entirely new and aroused sound from the inkling beneath her. “Face down… ass up…”
Fuck, Pearl was not counting on Marina to be able to dirty talk so well. The image plants itself in her mind against her will, and between that and the thrusting, her clit being stimulated so attentively, and the pleasant ache in her neck from being held down—it all causes her orgasm to start coiling up already. Marina’s breathing is becoming irregular, and with the little brain function Pearl still possesses she comes to the conclusion that she’s getting off to fucking her like this, which only spurs her more towards the edge.
“’Rina.” She says simply. “’Rina, ‘Rina, I—I’m gonna c—” Pearl doesn’t have a change to finish before every sensation leaves. She’s painfully empty, and Marina’s hand is gripping her thigh instead of massaging her clit. Pearl groans and attempts to close her legs so she can obtain some form of sensation, but Marina holds her firmly still.
“Not yet,” Marina says simply, her thumb brushing against her jaw, and Pearl has no choice but to oblige, taking several deep breaths and consciously willing the feeling away to stop her climax. “Good girl.”
Pearl turns her face into the pillow after hearing that, groaning and involuntarily rolling her hips into nothing.
After about thirty seconds of deep breaths, when she’s sure Pearl has backed away from the edge, Marina is pressing the tip of the toy against Pearl’s cunt again. One smooth thrust later and she’s all the way back in, rolling her hips with renewed energy. Marina’s free hand hooks into where Pearl’s hip meets her thigh and moves the smaller woman’s body back and forth in the same rhythm as her own, the collision caused by both of them moving rather just one making each stroke feel even deeper. She drinks the resulting moans up like she’s dying of thirst.
They haven’t been back in the position for long before Marina is sneaking a hand underneath Pearl’s chest. Her palm presses into the spot right between her breasts, and suddenly she’s being hoisted backwards. Marina makes Pearl feel weightless as she pulls her back flush against her front. The octoling is sitting on her knees, and she expertly hooks Pearl’s thighs around the outside of her own.
Pearl looks down and chokes out a moan when she sees Marina’s muscular thighs forcing hers apart—not missing how much they differ in size—the teal strap still nestled deep inside her. Marina starts rolling her hips, and Pearl can’t tear her eyes away from the in and out motion until a hand is wrapping around her neck and forcing her head to rest back on her lover’s shoulder.
Marina catches her in a searing kiss, teal tongue licking into her mouth. It’s a sloppy kiss to say the least, purely due to how much Pearl has been salivating and her near inability to control her face. Pearl lets her have her way in the kiss as she paws at the hand around her neck with one of her own. She presses against Marina’s fingertips, urging her to just squeeze harder.
“Please,” She mutters. “Please choke me.”
Marina’s hips slow to a stop for a moment. “Are you sure?” She asks once again.
Pearl can’t come up with a verbal answer, so she just squeezes her fingers harder, giving Marina as much of an answer as she needs. Pearl’s hand drops, but the squeezing doesn’t stop. Marina has pressed her fingers tighter against the sides of Pearl’s esophagus, taking special care not to press against her carotid arteries.
All at once, Pearl can’t breathe properly, gasping for air, and her ears start ringing as Marina resumes her firm thrusts. Cod, she knew she wanted Marina to choke her, but she didn’t know it would feel this good. She feels her body become increasingly sensitive, goosebumps rising everywhere on her skin. She feels every bit of control leaving her body, surrendering it all to Marina. The sensation of every single stroke inside of her is multiplied tenfold. Marina is pressing several kisses to her cheek and jaw.
She can’t speak, but all she can think is, I love you, I love you, I love you.
Marina’s other hand trails down Pearl’s body, finding its home on her clit once again, and Pearl has to tap at the hand around her neck, prompting her to let go before she basically blacks out. Marina’s reaction is immediate, and then a mix of wheezing gasps and moans are tumbling from Pearl’s mouth, loud and needy.
“Holy shit, holy shit.” Pearl curses, her voice rough. She tries to thrust her hips against Marina’s hand and strap, but she can’t because her forearm is like a beam against her midsection, holding her firmly in place. All she can do is sit there and let Marina drill into her.
The hand that Marina had previously been using to choke Pearl is now across the inkling’s chest, harshly gripping one of her breasts. Pearl’s head stays resting on Marina’s shoulder, unable to lift it anymore. She reaches her arm up to grip the back of Marina’s head and hold her close, and then one of her tentacles is brushing against her neck, wrapping around it slowly like a boa constrictor. It barely halts her airflow like Marina’s hand had, but she’s so far gone that the euphoric feeling is all the same.
Marina is everywhere. Her various types of appendages are touching her everywhere, and her natural scent is all she can smell. She dares to open her eyes and sneak a glance at her lover, and she finds that Marina is staring right back, studying her intently. The octoling can’t help but smile at her and Pearl whimpers in return.
“You’re—hah—you’re fucking me so good ‘Rina, shit.”
With a hum from Marina, she spreads her legs further, forcing Pearl’s to follow suit. The stretch makes the tense rope in Pearl’s abdomen to pull tighter, only a few threads still intact. Marina increases the power of her thrusts and Pearl’s insides and outsides start melting.
Literally.
Pearl tries to mutter a warning to her partner when pink ink starts to materialize and drip down her arms as her body starts to liquify, but it just comes out as a garbled mess. Her humanoid form is holding on for dear life, but she doesn’t think it’s going to last for another five minutes.
“’Rina, ‘Rina please,” She sobs. “I need to—”
But Marina is way ahead of her, noticing the ink. She licks at Pearl’s ear—unintentionally gathering some of the pink fluid on her tongue—as she increases the attention on her clit and presses down against her abdomen at the same time.
Finally, that does it and the rope snaps, and Pearl’s orgasm smashes into her like the flick of a dynamo roller. What comes out of her mouth is essentially a scream, her hips bucking wildly, even against the restraint of Marina’s forearm.
Pearl tries to ride out her orgasm to the best of her ability, but quickly she’s collapsing. Marina tries to catch her, however her grasp on her humanoid form has slipped, and she’s forced into her smaller (and slippery) squid form and slips out of the octoling’s hold. She lands on the mattress with a quiet thump.
“Pearl!” Marina exclaims, although there’s an element of amusement in her tone and a small grin on her face.
All Pearl can offer her girlfriend is a groan, and then Marina is laying down on the mattress and scooping her up. She holds Pearl against her chest and the crook of her arm, her bicep pressing on her mantle.
“Are you okay, baby?” She asks tenderly, stroking one of Pearl’s long tentacles. “I wasn’t too much, was I?”
“No,” Pearl responds, voice muffled underneath all the small tentacles surrounding her beak. “You were perfect.”
Marina hums in satisfaction.
They lay there for a few moments, just basking in each other’s presence, however soon Marina is muttering something to herself and rubbing her thighs together. Pearl watches as her free hand reaches for the harness still on her hips and loosens it considerably. Wasting no time, Marina slips her hand underneath the material and begins rubbing at her own arousal. The inkling wishes she could transform back and help her out, but when she attempts to do so, nothing comes of it. All she can do is watch as Marina’s face pinches in pleasure, puffs of warm breath escaping her slack jaw.
“Mmm, fuck,” Marina whimpers. Her free arm still cradles Pearl, and the squid wraps a tentacle around her wrist in a weak attempt at showing her support.
Marina doesn’t last long, presumably already worked up from the harness rubbing against her for the entire previous endeavor. Soon enough, her back is arching off the mattress regardless of Pearl’s dead weight and feather-light moans are falling from her lips. After all is done, Marina’s head falls back against the pillow, and she exhales slowly.
Pearl is enjoying being gently stroked by her girlfriend’s teal fingers when her form abruptly switches, her body extending back into humanoid and flinging pink ink everywhere. She’s face down against Marina, face buried in her neck.
“Well, that solves that problem.” She grumbles. The pleasant ache resulting from being fucked so deeply quickly makes itself known now that Pearl is back in her humanoid form.
“Cod, Pearlie, you got ink everywhere,” Marina mutters, eyeing the stained sheets.
“Hey. You were lapping that shit up earlier. Don’t think I didn’t notice.” Pearl accuses.
Marina opens her mouth to shoot something back, but quickly finds that she can’t exactly argue with that.
“Fine, you got me.” She chuckles, followed by a beat of silence. “So… you really liked that, huh?”
Pearl flushes pink at the notion now, all fucked-out and unable to fathom how she took all that. “Y—yeah. It was even better than I thought it would be.”
“That’s good,” Marina responds. “Because… I think I really liked it too.”
Pearl’s hearts leap. “Oh yeah? Does the notoriously sweet and gentle Marina Ida get off to dominating me?”
“That was not dominating, Pearlie.” Marina rolls her eyes, cheeks flushed teal.
“Not with that attitude.”
Marina snorts. “You’re such a doofus.”
“Maybe. You love me though.” Pearl shrugs.
Smiling tenderly, Marina cranes her neck and kisses the top of Pearl’s head. “Yeah. I do.”
The conversation lulls after that. Marina excuses herself for a few minutes to finally take the strap-on off and grab some water for the both of them. Pearl had basically screamed her throat raw, and proper vocal care is on the forefront of both of their minds. After the brief hydration and a chaste peck of the lips, Pearl quickly falls asleep. Despite regaining her humanoid form, she’s still deeply exhausted.
Marina continues to hold her close, fingers dancing along her bare back as she listens to her soft snores against her chest like they’re music. She briefly considers taking a picture of the snoring inkling as payback for that one time she did it to her, but ultimately decides against it due to the fact that they’re both… incredibly naked.
Instead, she takes the rare moment of Pearl staying still to admire her work. There are faint bruises forming on the sides of her neck, and the back of her thighs and butt are temporarily stained red from the amount of skin-to-skin collision they withstood. The slight sting in the front of Marina’s own thighs only confirms it. She feels a foreign sense of pride and possessiveness bloom in her chest.
Oh yeah, they’ll be doing this again.
Eventually, exhaustion starts to grasp at the octoling as well, and she sets her phone down on her bedside table and curls against Pearl, holding her close as she willingly succumbs to sleep.