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From an outsider's perspective, this probably looked bad.
Neon lay stretched out on her back, held fiercely in place by Fade's Nightmare. She struggled against it, crying out, gasping, shaking, begging it for mercy, but it held her fast.
Fade sat back on her knees between Neon's parted thighs. She had Neon's hips angled up in her lap, and thrust into her with a sick sort of pride and a crooked, toothy smirk on her face.
"Let me go," Neon pleaded, and Fade's fingers tightened their bruising pressure on her thighs, forcing them further apart.
"Quiet. Someone might hear you."
"Someone should," Neon challenged, and Fade lifted one hand to press down on her lower abdomen, where below the skin she was plunging in and out of her as she pleased.
"You want them to find you like this?" Fade taunted. "Naked, used, too cocky for your own good? What did you think you'd achieve, teasing me?"
Neon went to argue, but Fade's cock hit that beautiful spot inside her, intensified by the way she was pressing down on her belly, and she only yelped.
She had teased her. That was part of the roleplay.
Neon was a criminal, a bounty Fade had hunted. She'd lost to her, at first, and Neon had bound her in a chair to sit and watch her touch herself.
It was a shame that Fade's powers were so good at helping her pick locks. It had only been a matter of time before she'd broken free and set about punishing her for her insolence.
One last taste of life's joys before I drag you back to answer for what you've done, Fade had said as she forced Neon down onto the mattress and torn the last of her clothes off of her.
Joys indeed, she thought happily to herself now, as Fade held her down and fucked the strength to protest right out of her. I'm right where I want to be.
There was pleasure in being powerless. Neon spent so much of her life being scolded for her lack of control - handing it away willingly felt like proving them wrong, somehow.
See? I have control. I have so much of it that I chose to give it to her.
Fade was using it well. She was using her Nightmare to measure Neon's enjoyment as well as to hold her down, and they'd discussed their safe words at length before taking off a shred of clothing.
There was beauty in letting her break her, too. She didn't need to be perfect when someone else had wrecked her, out of her control and regardless of her fighting back. It felt good to be allowed to be a mess for a while, without the threat of judgment or failure.
"Let go of me," she begged again, and Fade punished her for it with another brutal crash of their bodies.
"Be grateful you aren't gagged. I've half a mind to use that mouth of yours, next."
That didn't sound half bad, Neon thought, but she was enjoying this too much to suggest it. Next time, maybe I'll ask her to fuck my throat.
For now, she pursed her lips, and enjoyed her girlfriend's attention.
Nightmare was tight around her wrists and ankles. It constricted her enough to hold her fast but not to cut off blood flow, and Neon wrenched her arms against them, trying and failing to break free.
"You can't struggle," Fade preened from where she knelt between her legs. She rolled her spine, languidly crushing her hips into Neon's, and Neon whined at the beautiful enjoyment that sparked inside her from where Fade's pelvis ground against her clit. "It's pointless. Even if you did break free, you know I'd only catch you."
Neon arched her spine up, and let her Radiance crackle to life. A familiar burn prickled down her arms, across the bridge of her nose, and square from her back, and she willed it to cross over her body.
Lightning sparked and crossed over her skin, like dancing. It was low voltage, barely enough to burn, but when it lanced up and struck Fade up her stomach, she hissed.
Nightmare tightened its hold, pulling her limbs taut, and another limb coiled around her body, just under her breasts. It forced her back down to the mattress, holding her down, and wisps of black-red smoke flowed outward from it.
Neon felt it curl up her breasts, lapping back and forth across her nipples. Teasing hints at tendrils crept up the sides of her neck and jaw, inching toward her mouth.
Fingers of night curled into her hair and tightened, holding her head down and stinging her scalp, and Neon's legs jumped of their own volition, her cunt clamping down on Fade's cock. Fade bent down over the front of her and hooked a hand onto the base of her throat.
"Fuck," Neon gasped. "S-sayo lang. Shit."
"Don't resist," Fade purred, and squeezed her fingers onto two soft points on either side of Neon's throat. It wasn't enough to fully choke her, but Neon felt pressure immediately welling behind her eyes. She heaved for breath, her brain suddenly convinced that she couldn't even without any real crushing force on her windpipe.
Nightmare's creeping fingers flattened, turning thick. More like tongues than fingers, now, they lapped at her, tasting her sweat, her fear, her brain's panic that it needed air.
A pulse of red rippled through its tendrils, illuminating Fade's skin, and Nightmare began to quiver.
Neon's heaving slowed, and she lowered her hazy eyes to the coil that held her down.
Nightmare was vibrating, a deep sound emanating from it that was just on the faintest edge of her hearing. She could feel it more than she could hear it, rumbling right into her skin and warming her blood.
Fade rutted against her, shaking her out of her concentration, but even as she cried out, she felt Nightmare shaking.
No way, she thought, a small grin spreading slowly over her face. It's purring.
It was so ridiculous from an entity so dangerous. Neon had tasted the full extent of Fade's Radiance in the past, and it had been a monstrous thing. Its power rivalled her own, but she had no suppressor to keep it muzzled.
It was shocking to imagine it gentling so much that it could purr.
Against her better judgment, she giggled. Her chest shook, and as much as she tried to clamp her lips shut, it burst right out of her.
Fade paused, and lifted her chin to examine her. Her eyes were wide, incredulous.
"Are you laughing at me?"
"No," Neon lied, even as her lips peeled back and her grin cut so deep into her cheeks that they ached. "It's just…"
"It's what?" Fade scowled, her eyes scouring Neon's face, and warmth blotted red across Neon's cheeks. She pulled back and thrust hard into Neon again, which sent a shockwave rippling up her body so severe it rattled the air right out of her.
She wheezed, throwing back her head, and struggled to speak clearly.
"It's purring. It tickles."
Fade gasped in playful offence and squeezed the hand she had around Neon's throat. That pleasant pressure pulsed freshly in her temples and she contentedly sighed, grounded for a moment by Fade's careful fingers.
Nightmare rolled against her cheek, bunting against her like an affectionate little cat, and a giggle started back up at the back of her treacherous throat.
"Stop laughing," Fade fought back her grin, but Neon could see her mouth twisting at the corners. In response to her protest, Neon laughed harder, and Fade's hips faltered. "Stop, I'm supposed to be taking advantage of you."
"I'm sorry," Neon just managed to say through her laughter, and shook herself. "I'll be good."
Fade chuckled, too, as much as she'd tried to hide it. She bent to kiss her under the ear, the roleplay dropping for a moment.
"Colour?" she breathed into her ear, and Neon happily shivered.
"Green. So green."
"Good." Fade kissed her again, and straightened up to slide back into character. She bent to seal her teeth around Neon's collarbone, sucking a mark into her skin.
"Don't mark me," Neon begged, which, of course, meant she wanted entirely the opposite.
Stamp me, she thought. Mark me. She wanted to bear the marks of the mess Fade had made of her. She wanted to be hers for anyone to see, if only they could see through her turtleneck.
Fade quickened her pace, tightening her hold around Neon's throat, and Neon whined at the pain of her skin mottling red between Fade's teeth, sucked into an instant bruise that she knew would stay for days.
"Don't," she gasped, her lips still drawn up.
Fade's grip on the roleplay was slipping. A hand crept up Neon's side, cradling her, cherishing her even as she pretended to be fucking her only out of hatred. Neon felt the hair down her arms rising, and the muscles in her abdomen coiling tight.
She wouldn't last, although there wasn't much she could do to show it when she was being held so tight. Held in place, she couldn't squirm like usual.
Fade wanted to hear her, instead.
Neon lifted her chin, baring her teeth at the ceiling, and as her girlfriend drilled her orgasm right through her, she happily obliged.