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Pearl has been thinking.
She’s been thinking for months, really. For her entire life she has been one thing. She performs a shitty song in a shitty bar, and when the gig is over she picks a girl up and shows her a good time. Sometimes she would take her to a nice hotel, or back to the mansion when her dad was out of town, and sometimes they wouldn’t even make it out of the bar—stumbling into the equally shitty washroom where Pearl would press her against the wall. Taking control is what she does.
But then she and Marina had sex. All it took was one time, and that one thing she’s been all her life is suddenly becoming less and less of something she recognizes. Like Marina had flicked a switch in her brain. She’s not sure she really wants it to switch back.
Marina being the catalyst for change is nothing new to behold. The societies she’s lived in and her own life are particularly relevant examples, but more than anything she has changed Pearl’s life. And with it it seems she’s changed as a person, too. She would never admit it, but when the rogue octoling soldier stumbled upon her on Mount Nantai all those years ago, she was lost. Her band had just made it clear that they didn’t want anything to do with her anymore, and it left her unsure of what to do with her life or how to steer her music career towards success.
But from that moment onwards, whether it was on purpose or not, Marine inspired Pearl to grow. Over time her hearts opened up more and more, and eventually they opened up so much she allowed herself to fall deeply, wholly, and damn near obsessively in love with this girl she met by pure chance on a bad day.
So, she can’t really be surprised that Marina successfully obliterated the walls Pearl had built for herself before she met her. When she thinks about her days of sleeping with random girls, taking the lead and focusing entirely on their pleasure, she wonders if it was really something she liked to do. She’s started to think that maybe it was just out of necessity. Necessity to protect herself from people she didn’t know or trust or have any emotions for, and necessity because the people she didn’t know didn’t consider her needs beyond their own.
But Marina is different. It’s like she has unlocked a part of her sexuality that she never knew was there. She’s the first girl Pearl has really and truly had feelings for, and when she’s with her, she feels safe and loved. For the first time, she can feel vulnerable. She can give in wholly to her, and want what she wants.
To put it in layman’s terms, Pearl wants to be absolutely run through by Marina.
And as she lays there beside Marina 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 many times since the first time. If there’s one thing Pearl knows about Marina, it’s that she learns fast. She fucks her so good, improving more and more every time, but the idea of giving up all control and giving it to Marina continues to weigh heavily in her mind. Let her do what she wishes, and give up the persona she’s built for the public and just submit.
The hardest part is predicting how Marina would react. She’s such a gentle person, and her actions are even more so when they have sex. Pearl loves it, to be completely honest. It makes her feel loved and respected. But sometimes (like right now, for example), 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 what she was taught to do. She wouldn’t say she consciously holds back, but by the gods 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.
“Yo… Marina?” She says quietly, breaking the long and comfortable silence between them.
The octoling’s ear twitches and her eyes shift down to Pearl. “Yes?” She asks as she places her bookmark in her book and sets it aside. The eye contact makes her feel warm, and she doesn’t know if it’s nerves or attraction, or a bit of both.
“I—uh,” She starts. “I… wanted to ask you somethin’...”
She starts fidgeting with her fingers, something she hasn’t done since she professed her feelings for Marina, so she supposes this is fitting. It prompts Marina to reach over and cover her hands with her own.
“Hey…” She says. “You alright, Pearlie?”
“Yep! Yes! I’m great.” She answers quickly, and it causes a fond smile to grow on Marina’s face as she rolls her eyes.
Before she knows it, Marina’s hands are on her waist. The way they wrap around most of her body makes her insides turn to jelly, and it doesn’t help when she begins to lift her up. She makes it seem effortless as she sets Pearl down on her lap, and if she thinks too hard about it she won’t be able to form a coherent sentence.
“Tell me what’s wrong.” Marina says, smoothing her hands on either side of Pearl’s head and pushing her tentacles back behind her ears. She then leans forward and kisses her jaw, and it makes a stupid amount of heat settle in her abdomen. A tiny shiver wracks her body, and she knows she needs this.
“There’s nothin’ wrong, babe.” She says, her gaze drifting down and to the side. She takes a steadying breath. “I was just wondering if… we could try something in bed.”
“Yeah?” Marina says, flushing slightly teal in the face. “What’s that?”
Pearl shifts in her lap, but Marina is stroking her arm soothingly, and it keeps her tethered to earth, urging her on. “Well… I’ve been thinking about it for awhile. I know we usually switch, but I really want you top me.”
Marina tilts her head, a tiny smirk appearing on her face. “I think I’ve done that before…”
Pearl scoffs. “Not like that.” She says. “I… I want you to hold me down, and really get rough with me, y’know? I want you to take control, entirely.”
While Pearl has spent a lot of time thinking about this, she’s never put it into spoken words before. And she’s finding, quite quickly, that doing so while sitting in her girlfriend’s lap is doing things to her. It results in her deeply flushed cheeks, as well as a slight amount of breathiness in her voice.
Marina’s eyes widen, and Pearl goes back to staring at her fingers. Marina would never judge her for something like this, much less make fun of her, but nonetheless the only way Pearl can calm her nerves is by assuming she’s just getting over the surprise of such an ask.
“Really?” She says finally. When Pearl looks back up, Marina’s face might be equally as hot as her own.
Pearl’s stomach flips, and she quickly follows up with, “W—we don’t have to if you’re not comfortable—” She starts, shifting to slide off of Marina’s lap.
“Hey, no, wait.” Marina says, hands landing on Pearl’s hips and forcing her to stay in place. “You’re sure?” She asks as she dips her thumbs under the inkling’s top, rubbing circles into her skin.
Gods help me. Pearl thinks to herself.
She blinks herself out of her stupor and nods. “Uh-huh. I don’t want you to like… be mean... I just…” She pauses, suddenly finding words hard.
Marina purrs in a low tone, telling Pearl that it’s alright to take her time. Truthfully, though, it just makes it harder for her to think. It’s like she knows this, because then one of her hands is leaving her hips to cup the side of Pearl’s neck, thumb skirting along her jawline.
“I jus’ want everything to be you.” She finally gets out. “I wanna be overwhelmed by you.”
Marina’s lashes flutter and she chuckles warmly. And suddenly, Pearl can’t understand why she was ever nervous to talk to her girlfriend about this. She leans in close, her breath tickling Pearl’s cheek.
“I think I can manage that.” She says, her voice almost as low as her purr from before. It takes every single ounce of self control Pearl can muster to stop herself from whimpering.
“There’s… one more thing.” She says as she places her hands on Marina’s chest, sliding them up to her shoulders. “I was wondering if you could… ah…” She bites her lip. “Choke me?”
Now this takes Marina by surprise.
“Are—are you sure?” She asks, searching Pearl’s eyes.
“Yeah,” Pearl says. “Every time you, uh, you put your hand on my neck when we have sex, there’s always a tiny part of me that wishes you would squeeze a little harder.”
Marina stays silent, and it prompts Pearl to keep running her mouth. “I won’t pressure you into doing anything you don’t wanna do, but I want you to do it because I trust you, ‘Rina, and I wanna give myself up to you.” She assures. “I know you wouldn’t hurt me.”
“Okay.” Marina says. “I’ll try. But the moment something seems wrong I’m letting go.”
Pearl beams at that, feeling herself become more jittery by the second.
“Okay, one more thing.” Pearl says, and Marina hums. “I kinda 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, with such confidence that Pearl briefly wonders what she’s getting herself into. Not that it’s deterring her in the slightest.
Pearl makes a sound of excitement and slides off Marina’s lap to her side of the bed. Reaching down to the bottom drawer of her bedside table, she pulls out the box containing her new toy, as well as a bottle of lube.
When Marina’s eyes land on the toy, she shoots her girlfriend an amused look upon realizing the toy Pearl had chosen is teal in colour. The inkling smiles sheepishly. “What? Don’t you want it to match?” Marina scoffs wordlessly and reaches forward to take the box from Pearl’s hands.
“Why don’t you get undressed?”
Pearl’s hearts lurch with it’s finally happening, and doesn’t hesitate to start lifting her top over her head. As always, she’s already lacking a bra, and continues to pull her boxers off with haste.
On her back and propped up on her elbows, Pearl watches the most gorgeous woman in the world, who happens to be her girlfriend, undress herself. Once her clothes are gone, she begins fidgeting with the harness, brows knit in concentration, and Pearl doesn’t blame her. Once figuring out its layout, she slides the toy through the ring 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. She bounces onto the balls of her feet for a moment, and after watching the toy bounce and stay snug in its position, she hums in satisfaction.
The next thing she does is look up to her girlfriend, and Pearl’s hearts pick up in rate. She can already feel the slight rhythmic pulse in places other than her chest. 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?” She asks, standing up straight on her knees.
Pearl has to practically tear her eyes away from how good Marina’s hips look with the toy hanging from the center of them. The top straps run right along her Adonis belt, and the definitions of her abdominal muscles run right into the teal appendage.
Marina clears her throat, and Pearl finally clues into her surroundings. “Oh! Yeah, I’ve just been gettin’ more and more sure since I told you, babe.”
“Alright,” Marina says, and settles down on the bed, laying on her side beside Pearl, who is reclined on her back. “I suppose we should have a safe word or something, right?”
Pearl is silent as she looks up thoughtfully. “How about ‘hyperbomb’?”
“Hyperbomb it is.” Marina nods. “Oh, and, hmm… if you can’t use your voice, tap on me three times, yeah?”
“Got it.” Pearl says.
The first thing Marina does is reach over Pearl’s body to cup her jaw, tilting it further towards her so she can lean in and connect their lips. The kiss is open-mouthed and hungry from the start, Marina’s sharp teeth biting down on Pearl’s bottom lip harshly. Pearl’s hands find either side of Marina’s face, holding her close as she grunts softly into her mouth.
Marina’s hand doesn’t stay on Pearl’s jaw for long. Soon enough it’s sliding down to her neck, and Pearl’s ears practically buzz when Marina’s thumb gently rubs up and down the center of her throat. She must know, Pearl figures, how badly this is teasing her.
Soon after Marina’s lips follow, finding the opposite side of Pearl’s neck and pressing firm kisses to the skin there. Pearl can’t help but let out a shuddered sigh and tilt her head away to give her more access. Her arms move to wrap around Marina’s neck, needing something to hold onto. She watches Marina’s tentacles curl up into themselves slightly, seemingly coinciding with the octoling’s soft hum voiced into her neck.
Marina’s hand is once again sliding down Pearl’s body, this time palming one of her breasts. Her nipples are embarrassingly hard, and she finds herself moaning at the mere pressure of Marina’s palm against one of them. It doesn’t linger there for long though, before Marina is finally reaching between her legs. Her claws expertly part her folds and glide through them, and Pearl whimpers.
“You’re so wet already,” Marina smiles before biting into the skin of Pearl’s neck, sucking so hard that there’s a sting. It causes Pearl’s hips to twitch up without her permission. “I’ve barely done anything yet…” She punctuates her sentences by collecting some of Pearl’s wetness on her fingers and then bringing them up to swirl around her clit.
“P—please…” Pearl breathes. “I need you inside.”
Marina continues the agonizing circles on Pearl’s clit anyway, a glint in her eyes. “Who’s in charge again…?”
A wave of heat washes over Pearl as those words leave Marina’s hips, and this time her ears twitch without her permission.
The teasing continues to go on for ages it feels like, and Pearl is somehow already 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 dips down and sinks two fingers inside of her without warning, earning a garbled gasp from Pearl. The pace she sets isn’t slow by any means, stretching her walls and preparing her for something even larger to follow.
It’s when Pearl starts to move her hips in tandem with Marina’s fingers that Marina pulls them out. She whines in frustration, but it’s short lived when Marina begins to lift herself up until she’s sitting on her heels by Pearl’s feet.
She reaches for the bottle of lube Pearl had also gotten out, and flips the cap open. Pearl thinks she’s probably plenty wet all on her own, but she can’t say she’s complaining as she watches Marina squeeze some into her hand and then wraps it around the toy, slowly pumping from the tip to the base.
Pearl can’t help but stare. She must be looking at her with pure wonder in her eyes, because when Marina closes the cap and looks up, she chuckles.
“Ready?” She asks.
Pearl nods, absolute.
“I love you.” Marina says.
“Love you too, ‘Rina.” Pearl smiles.
Marina ponders for a moment before saying, “Flip over.” It comes out as an order, and Pearl doesn’t hesitate to obey. She turns over to lay on her stomach, her head resting on its side. She has to resist the urge to allow her body to tremble as Marina leans forward over her. She presses her hands into her back, firmly rubbing her palms up and then back down. Pearl can feel the toy pressing against her ass, and her breath becomes shallow as Marina moves one hand from her body to the toy.
Then Marina is leaning in. “I need you to raise your hips a little for me,” She says, letting up on the weight against Pearl’s backside so she can do as she’s told. With a grunt, the inkling shifts some of her weight to her knees as she raises her ass into the air a little, this new position making her all the more accessible for Marina.
She’s leaning back over Pearl’s body then, and presses her palm hard between her shoulder blades as she positions the tip of the toy between her legs. She moves her hips slightly, allowing the toy to slide between Pearl’s folds and collect her wetness. Pearl finds herself whining, becoming more and more impatient.
Finally, Marina presses against Pearl’s opening, and the tip slides inside. Pearl lets a breath out, attempting to relax her body as much as possible as Marina keeps pushing more and more. Once she’s about halfway in she begins to repeatedly pull out and push back in, each thrust burying more and more inside of Pearl each time.
“Gods…” Pearl grunts, languidly reaching out and grasping the bedsheets in her fists. She gasps when Marina finally bottoms out, her hips meeting the backs of her thighs. She doesn’t wait a moment longer though, and draws her hips back before slamming back in with enough force that their skin audibly slaps together. A throaty moan escapes Pearl’s lips at this, and then Marina settles into a rhythm, the slapping sound repeating as she roughly thrusts into the smaller woman.
Pearl cries out. She’s never felt so full before, never been on the receiving end of a strap, but Marina is hitting all the right spots. Marina’s hand against her back shifts up slightly, her fingers curling against the base of the back of her neck, and then she’s whimpering some more.
That’s not all though, because then Marina is pressing down onto Pearl, sinking her into the mattress, shifting much of her weight from her knees to her arm. Not only is the pressure on top of her making her see stars, but it allows Marina to deliver her strokes even faster. “Oh, fuck, ‘Rina, fuck…” Pearl sobs, fists tightening even more as she squeezes her eyes closed. It constricts her lungs a little bit, and the shortness of breath makes her kind of dizzy as her insides turn even more into jelly. Her brain is slowly becoming static, struggling to divide her attention between Marina’s efforts behind her and the hand holding her down.
Marina grunts behind her, each exhale slightly audible from the exertion of energy. Then, all too soon, her hand is leaving Pearl’s back, and both her hands are hooking into where her thighs connect with her hips. She pulls her ass up higher and tighter against her own body, her thrusts not missing a beat as she does so. Pearl tries to prop herself up on her forearms for only a moment before Marina is leaning back over her and forcing her to collapse back down against the mattress when she presses her hand against the side of her head.
It makes her back ache so good, and she finds herself letting out a muffled whimper. She likes it so much, with how she can’t for the life of her lift her head, and with how her girlfriend is fucking into her.
“Fucking… h—hell,” Pearl groans, her knuckles turning white.
“Gods, you look so pretty like this,” Marina sighs, a bit breathy from the force she’s exerting. Pearl winces as she feels Marina lean over her more, planting her other hand beside the inkling’s body. “So 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. “Yeah. Yes. Fuck! I do it all for you, Marina, always.” She feels drunk. She’s used to having at least a few inhibitions, but they’ve all but dissipated now. Gone to make room for the absolute, slightly pathetic, moaning mess she’s become.
“I wonder what everyone would think if they saw you like this, hm?” Marina says, and for some reason the way her accent curls around her words makes Pearl’s hearts jump. The octoling’s rhythm slows as she leans further against Pearl, allowing her to bury herself as deep as possible inside her. She grinds her hips against Pearl’s ass, and it pulls an entirely new sound out of the inkling. One neither of them have ever really heard. “Face down… ass up…”
Fuck. Pearl had failed to consider that Marina may be able to dirty talk this well. It makes her incomprehensibly more turned on, and then she’s moving her hand underneath her body, reaching for her attention starved clit. That’s all before Marina’s hand leaves her head though, because now she’s wrapping her fingers all the way around her bicep and pulling her hand away.
“No, ‘Rina… please…” She begs, but Marina doesn’t let up, instead forcing her hand back above her head.
“It’s hard not being in charge, isn’t it?” Marina asks, and Pearl feels her entire face flush. “Give me your other hand too, baby…”
And all Pearl does is gravitate towards her, so soon enough both her wrists are side by side, being pressed down into the mattress above her head by one of Marina’s hands.
“Now where was I…?” Marina hums as she begins to move her hips again. Pearl turns her head so she can press her face into the mattress to muffle her sounds of pleasure, and Marina lets her for the time being. “Right… imagine if the world knew how you get off to being completely powerless against me…”
Pearl moans as she imagines her perfectly crafted image falling apart, upon people seeing the way Marina is fucking her into the mattress, and how much she fucking loves it.
“They’ll never know, though.” Marina continues, her thrusts becoming rough again. “Because you’re mine.” She practically growls, punctuating her sentence with a stroke that makes Pearl part her lips against the sheets and cry out. “No one will ever see you like this but me. It’s our little secret, wherever we go…”
“Yeah,” Pearl breathes, and Marina hums, seemingly satisfied with her response. Next thing she knows Marina is releasing her wrists so she can bring her hand underneath Pearl’s body and between her legs, fingers finding her touch starved clit. Pearl’s brows draw together as she starts to draw tight and purposeful circles around it, and then her eyes are screwing shut.
Marina plants her other hand back on the side of Pearl’s head, effectively stopping her from muffling her moans. Between Marina’s dirty talking, her deliciously deep strokes, 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. If she can stay quiet for more than a second she can hear how Marina’s breathing pattern is irregular, and with little brain function she still possesses she comes to the conclusion that her girlfriend is getting off to fucking her like this in return.
However it normally feels for Pearl’s orgasm to build up, this feels completely different. She feels her whole body start to tremble, and her hearts start to practically thrash in her chest. It feels like once she does come, she’ll lose any semblance of control over herself.
“‘Rina.” She says simply. “‘Rina, ‘Rina, fuck, I—I’m gonna c—” Pearl doesn’t have time to finish her sentence before all at once everything that was about to send her over the edge becomes absent. She’s painfully empty on account of Marina pulling out, and she’s stopped touching her clit, and she’s let up on the pressure on her head, though she hasn’t moved it away.
The hand that had been touching her clit is now gripping her thigh, and when Pearl groans and attempts to close her legs for any semblance of relief, Marina holds her still.
“Not yet,” Marina says, her thumb’s claw ghosting against Pearl’s jawline. She has no choice but to oblige, really. She couldn’t come if she wanted to, with the way Marina is withholding everything she wants. And she knows she can’t complain. So instead, she starts taking deep breaths, consciously willing the feeling of her climax away. “Good girl.” Marina says, like she’s testing it out, her voice low in pitch.
And, woah. Woah. Pearl has uttered that phrase herself many times over the past few months, but never had she imagined what it would be like to hear it from Marina’s mouth. It makes her turn her face into the mattress, groaning and involuntarily rolling her hips into nothing. She wonders if this is how Marina feels when she uses it. It feels like an endless loop, feeling embarrassed over the way it turns her on, which only turns her on more.
After an amount of time unbeknownst to Pearl, taking deep breath after deep breath, she’s sure she’s backed down enough from the edge. She slumps forward slightly, grunting softly. Her body shivers against Marina’s touch as the hand she has around the side of Pearl’s thigh moves to the lower curve of her ass, claws digging into the fat and spreading her apart. Pearl whines softly when she positions the tip of the toy back between her folds and braces herself.
With one smooth thrust, Marina is all the way back in, rolling her hips with renewed energy. Pearl groans as Marina begins to put the hand hooked into her hip to use by moving her body back and forth in the same rhythm as her hips. It makes each stroke feel even deeper than before. Pearl can tell Marina is enjoying herself when she returns her moans with her own. The sound resulting from their skin slapping together makes her ears burn.
They aren’t back at it for long before Marina’s hands are moving again. She sneaks a hand beneath Pearl’s body, pressing her palm into the spot between her breasts, and suddenly she’s being hoisted backwards. She feels embarrassingly weightless as her girlfriend pulls her back flush against her own front.
Marina herself has sat back on her heels, and then she’s maneuvering Pearl’s thighs to hook around either 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. They must be at least twice the size of her own, and the imagery alone makes her feel utterly powerless. The teal toy is still nestled deep inside her, as Marina had been sure not to let it slip out during the transition to their current position. One of Marina’s hands is resting where her thigh meets her Adonis belt, and her other arm is barred across her chest, holding her firmly in place.
All Pearl can manage is a whimper when the octoling starts rolling her hips again, and she can’t tear her eyes away from the way it moves in and out of her until a hand is wrapping around her throat and forcing her head back to rest on her girlfriend’s shoulder.
Then Marina is craning her neck a little, catching her in a searing kiss. She licks into Pearl’s mouth right away; Pearl’s inability to keep her lips from not parting making it incredibly easy for her. It’s a sloppy kiss to say the least. Pearl lets her have her way in the kiss as she paws at the hand around her neck with one of her own. She drags her fingertips along Marina’s before pressing down on them, urging her to just squeeze harder.
Marina backs away from the kiss when she feels it, and Pearl sucks a breath in before speaking.
“Please,” She mutters, her voice hoarse. “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. The prospect of it happening feels so close, so close to her grasp that her brain is forgetting how to function. All she can do is squeeze Marina’s 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 the pads of her fingers tighter against the sides of Pearl’s esophagus, taking special care not to press against her carotid arteries or pierce her skin with her claws.
All at once, Pearl can’t breathe properly, gasping for air, and her ears start ringing as Marina resumes her firm thrusts. Gods, she knew she wanted this, but she didn’t know it would feel this good. Her senses feel heightened, like every plane of her body is even more sensitive than it already was. Goosebumps rise all over her skin, and she feels every little bit of control she had left leaving her body, surrendering it all to Marina. And somehow the part that makes her feel the most is the trust that comes with letting Marina do this.
Marina would never hurt her. She’s safe here, wrapped in Marina’s arms as she cuts off her airflow. Every stroke of her hips thereafter is multiplied tenfold, and if Pearl could cry out she would. She lets her eyes flutter closed, instead focusing on the way Marina is pressing inside her and the sound of her voice and heavy breaths as she exerts herself. She finds herself reaching up to stretch her fingers across Marina’s flexor muscles, amazed by how tensed and firm they are.
The muscles are flexing slightly as she forces Pearl’s head to tilt away from her face so she can begin pressing soft and sweet kisses to her cheek and jaw, juxtaposing the force she’s using on her throat.
She can’t speak, but all she can think is, I love you, I love you, I love you.
Marina’s other hand leaves Pearl’s thigh, dragging her claws up and down her belly before dipping back down to its home on her clit. The simple touch shocks Pearl’s entire body, and she has to use her tapping signal against Marina’s wrist. Marina’s reaction is immediate, and then a mix of wheezing gasps and moans are tumbling from Pearl’s lips, loud and needy.
“Holy shit, holy shit.” Pearl curses, her voice even more hoarse than before. As Marina starts rubbing painfully slow circles on her clit she tries to thrust her hips against the octoling’s hand, but she can’t. Marina’s forearm is like a steel beam against her body, holding her firmly in place. All she can do is sit there and let Marina do what she wants.
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; she finds she doesn’t have it in her to lift it anymore. With a grunt, she reaches her arm up to grip the back of Marina’s head, fingers flexing as she tries to hold her close. One of Marina’s tentacles is brushing against her neck now, and Pearl’s stomach flips as she feels it wrap itself around it slowly. It doesn’t exactly halt her airflow any, but she’s so far gone that the same euphoria shoots through her body all the same.
Marina is everywhere. Her variation of appendages are touching her everywhere, and her natural scent and her sweat is all Pearl can smell. She dares to open her eyes and sneak a glance at her girlfriend, and she finds that Marina is looking right back, studying her intently.
And even with as much as Pearl has asked her to do, Marina is still herself, and a soft smile stretches across her face. It’s a look of love and it’s pulling a whimper from Pearl’s throat.
“You’re—hah—you’re fuckin’ me so good, ‘Rina, shit.” She speaks, the end of her sentence dissolving into a wispy and high pitched whine.
With a hum from Marina, she spreads her legs further apart, forcing Pearl’s to follow suit. It makes the tense rope in Pearl’s abdomen pull tighter. It’s like only a few threads are still intact, like it’ll only take one more miniscule push to send Pearl crashing into the abyss. As if she knows, Marina increases the power of her thrusts, and Pearl’s insides and outsides start to melt.
Literally.
Pearl tries to mutter a warning to Marina when she feels the liquid of pink ink starting to materialize and trip down her arms and towards the bed, but it just comes out as a garbled mess. It feels like her humanoid form is holding on for dear life, but she doesn’t think it’s going to last for even five more minutes.
“‘Rina, ‘Rina please,” She sobs. “I need to—”
But Marina is way ahead of her, supposedly noticing the ink. She licks at Pearl’s ear, and Pearl is moaning, her grasp on Marina tightening. Marina unintentionally gathers some of the pink fluid on her tongue, and Pearl swears she feels the process of shifting forms speeding up when she feels more than hears the octoling’s chest rumble with satisfaction. She doesn’t have the ability to think about it very hard before Marina is increasing the attention on her clit, pressing down on her abdomen at the same time.
And that does it. Marina’s force pulls the final threats of the rope apart, and it’s snapping. Pearl’s orgasm crashes into her hard. What comes out of her mouth is essentially a scream, and her hips begin to buck wildly, even against the restraint of Marina's forearm. Her thighs and abs tense so much they begin to ache, and her chest is heaving as she loses more and more of a grip on her voice.
She tries to ride out her orgasm to the best of her ability, but she finds herself collapsing rather quickly. Marina tries to catch her, however the grasp on her human form has slipped, and she’s forced into her smaller squid form, slipping out of her girlfriend’s arms. 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 is a groan as her tentacles twitch out the last bits of the energy from her release. Then Marina is laying down on her back and scooping her up. She holds Pearl against her chest and the crook of her arm, her bicep pressing into her mantle.
“Are you okay, baby?” She asks tenderly, stroking one of Pearl’s two long tentacles. “Was I too much?”
“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 enough Marina is muttering something to herself, and Pearl can feel her thighs tensing against her long tentacles. Pearl watches as her free hand reaches for the harness still attached to her hips and loosens it considerably. Wasting no time, she slips her hand underneath the material.
Judging by the way Marina’s entire body tenses quickly before relaxing into the mattress, Pearl can only imagine she has a couple of her fingers circling around her own clit, giving herself the attention she’s clearly needed this whole time. Pearl wishes she could transform back to her humanoid form to help her, but nothing comes with any attempt to do so. All she can do is watch as Marina’s face pinches in pleasure, puffs of warm breath escaping her lips when her jaw slackens slightly.
“Oh, Pearlie…” She whimpers. Her free arm still cradles Pearl, and the squid wraps her tentacle around her wrist in a weak attempt at showing her support.
She doesn’t last long. Being the person Marina is, Pearl can imagine this whole endeavor worked her up almost as much as she was herself. It’s something she learned about her girlfriend rather quickly. That getting Pearl off, however it may be, can in turn get herself off as well.
Soon enough, Marina’s breath picks up, and her back arches off the mattress slightly. Pearl’s dead weight doesn’t affect her at all. Her feather-light whines evolve into loud and strained moans as she thrusts her hips into her hand, riding out her orgasm. 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-tipped fingers when her form abruptly switches, her body extending back into a humanoid and flinging pink ink everywhere. She’s front down against Marina, face buried in her neck.
“Well, that solves that problem.” She grumbles. The pleasant ache resulting from Marina’s efforts quickly makes itself known now that Pearl is back in this form.
“Gods, Pearlie, you got ink everywhere,” Marina mutters, eyeing the bed sheets.
“Hey. You were lappin’ that shit up earlier.” Pearl accuses before grunting as she rolls off of Marina. “Don’t think I didn’t notice.”
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 this?”
Pearl can feel her face flushing pink at the question. Now that it’s over, in her fucked-out state, she’s unable to fathom it a little bit. “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 soft and sweet Marina Ida get off to dominating me?”
“That was not dominating, Pearlie.” Marina rolls her eyes, cheeks flushed teal. “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 harness off and grab some water for the both of them. Pearl had basically screamed her throat raw, and proper vocal care is always something on the forefront of Marina’s mind. Pearl’s too, though judging by her visibly depleted energy when Marina returns, she’s probably not thinking much at all.
She takes a drink herself as she places a knee on the bed and then nudges her girlfriend back into wakefulness so she can take one too. While Pearl drinks, Marina climbs fully back onto the bed and settles down beside the inkling. After the brief hydration, Marina reaches out to cup the side of Pearl’s face opposite to her, and leans in to press a chaste kiss to her lips.
Pearl’s eyelids flutter as she smiles, and it doesn’t take much time after that for her to fall asleep. 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 her girlfriend as payback for that one time she did the same 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 very faint bruises forming on the sides of her neck—and everywhere else for that matter, thanks to her mouth—and the back of her thighs and backside are temporarily stained a pinkish red from the amount of skin-to-skin collisions 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 even closer as she willingly succumbs to sleep.