Val’s cheeks burned deeper as she moved closer to the bed, only for her eyes to widen as Weiss’s posture shifted, and she felt herself instead being forcefully pulled down to the mattress. “A-ah! I didn’t think you… I thought you might need a few moments to catch your breath. You were really keeping a pretty decent pace with me, you know.”

There was no need to mention that she’d slowed herself down—just a little—to make that possible.

She’d been enjoying Weiss’s lustful gaze every bit as much as Weiss.

“Don’t wanna catch my breath…” Weiss buried her nose into Val’s neck and took a deep, slow inhale as her hands grasped at Val’s arms and forcefully pushed her down into the bed. The scent of her lover’s exertion flooded through Weiss’s senses, pulling back her eyes into her head even as a deep groan welled up inside of her and an urge overpowered everything else.

The urge to bite.

“Ahnnn!” Val cried out as Weiss’s teeth sank into the soft, tender flesh of her neck. It hurt, but the pain was only enough to make it feel that much better for it. When Weiss bit again, and then again, sucking with such possessiveness at Val’s body, she could do little more than squirm and writhe.

Speaking felt like it would break whatever spell was coming over Weiss, and that was the last thing she wanted to do. Weiss was holding her down with all of her strength, and it was working at making Val feel dazed and hot, but Weiss was still the one of them who had been out of breath. Val was at Weiss’s mercy in that moment because she wanted to be, and the way that each bite came a little bit quicker, each sucking of lips a little fiercer, the way that Weiss even began to quietly growl as she pressed herself down against Val…

It only felt better to give in to this moment of something raw from her typically so composed lover.

Teeth trailed up to just below her ear, and all the way down to her shoulder, leaving impressions and still-forming hickies along behind them. Val whimpered, unable to keep herself from squirming up against Weiss who was grinding down against her with ever greater insistency. 

The air was heady with the scent of desire, of physicality, of raw animal need.

Weiss almost sounded like she was howling before she bit Val so hard that faint, wet sparkle of crimson hung on the points of several of her teeth.

Purple eyes rolled back far into Val’s head, her bronze skin drenched with a new layer of sweat since the time she’d been forced down onto the bed. Her head was swimming, filled with a thick, heavy fog of pleasure, arousal, and an animalistic feeling of being claimed by her dominant lover in a way that felt altogether new.

She’s dominated my mind… dominated my body, even, but this… This feels… This feels so much deeper… ahhhnnnn!

Weiss bit again, and again, still not beyond the raw fierceness that was enough to earn a hint of sanguine reward. Instead, as if finally remembering that she had hands for more than a tool to keep Val pinned to the bed beneath her, her hands rose and tore Val’s top and the sports bra beneath it up past her breasts. They fell free with a dramatic bounce, Val moaning anew from the erotic thrill of being bared so primally.

Teeth didn’t find Val’s exposed breasts, and neither did Weiss’s hands.

Instead, Val found her own hands forced onto them, fingers overlapped so her hands were forced to squeeze with the same fierce tightness as if the grasp were another bite.

“Your tits…!” Weiss’s dominant voice came out even lower than the sounds of passion that didn’t seem entirely within her actual volition. “Play with them... Want to watch you feel these like I’m feeling you…!”

Val didn’t need to be told twice, and soon Weiss’s hungry gaze was swallowed entirely by the sight of Val’s hands massaging, kneading, squeezing at the swell of her own breasts. Fingers brushed and tweaked at her nipples. Fingers sunk into the supple skin, squishing it between her fingers. All of it happened with such abandon that one moment blurred into the next, and soon Val was sucking in sharp gasps and letting out long whines.

Weiss inhaled, watching as her lover’s sweat-soaked skin was manipulated by her own hands. Her inner thighs clenched.

The white-haired woman’s upper pair of lips weren’t the only that hungered, and she didn’t see any reason to be patient. Jorts flew across the room, and so did the panties that found themselves trapped inside as they crumpled against a wall, and then into a mess on the floor.

For Val, in that moment, there was no world outside of her own breasts.

Weiss was dominating her so powerfully, and in such a novel way, but forcing her to touch herself, to play with her own breasts?

That hit places that they’d firmly established.

Val wasn’t so much Val as she was a titslave, and every moment that she squeezed and kneaded and pinched was another moment that she was that much more lost in the thrall of her own ever more sensitive bust. She arched her whole body up into her hands, and mashed her hands down, trying to squeeze as much as she could, to feel every contour, even as her mouth twisted and contorted and sounds of lustful passion oozed out of her with the same intensity as the dampness between her thighs.

Val’s world broadened as she felt fingers through her hair, and slickness press against her lips. Instead of vocalizing her desires, Weiss let out a loud, bestial growl, before she grunted, and her hips began to grind again so much like they had before.

The meaning of what she wanted, what she needed, was ever bit as clear as if it had been through words.

As lost as Val was in a world of her own breasts, a command from the woman who’d given her breasts authority over her mind, and the taste of her pussy singing through Val’s mouth, it was enough to give her two focuses in the entire world instead of just one. Her lips parted, accepting Weiss’s forceful grinding as her tongue eagerly danced through her lover’s folds with the same passionate frenzy that drove her hands across her breasts.

Weiss loudly groaned, bent in half as she rutted herself down against Val’s eager mouth. Sounds without meaning, only intensity, came as pleasure burned hotter and hotter through Weiss’s body and mind.

Every sound that erupted from deep in her throat came out with all of the same half-maddened passion as the scent of her own surging desire, and Val’s, continued to dance through the sweat of their prior workout. The two women moved their bodies as if driven by a shared, connected passion was in control as opposed to either of the women the lust had consumed.

Animal need burned deep inside of Weiss’s eyes, as she bucked and grunted, riding Val’s face like she was going for a high score. Her eyes darted between Val’s rapidly clenching thighs still trapped under her workout pants, and the sight of her hands still continuing to maul at her own breasts.

Having any solid idea for what to do, or how to do it, was not the place where Weiss existed in that moment. Flesh. Sweat. Need. Nothing else was louder, and none of those could work together to form even the flimsiest basis for any action besides driving herself forward for more and more and more of the pleasure that came from Val’s lips and tongue.

She was too dazed from her own burning need that the thought of tearing away Val’s pants for more exposed skin to bite was too distant a concept for her mind to grasp.

For Val, trapped between the flesh of Weiss’s thighs, a welling pressure was overwhelming yet more and more of what had once been reason and direction. The pleasure from her breasts was so extreme that if Weiss were to bite her, she might have fallen right over the edge from that alone. Her hips couldn’t stay still. Her thighs couldn’t stop clenching. Every moment, Weiss grinding her head down against the bed made her own passion surge with white hot bliss and her hands kneaded that pleasure across her own chest.

The air itself buzzed with passion and pleasure, with bliss and hunger, to devour, to be devoured, to be lost in that sweet blissful moment.

Who was overwhelmed first would be impossible to know. Instead, the fact that both of their bodies began to tighten, to move in more desperate, more driven ways, was undeniable. Weiss roared, and Val’s muffled screams were lost between Weiss’s thighs.

Both of them were soaked from head to toe in lust, sweat, and satisfaction as Weiss bucked so hard she fell from her place atop Val’s face. The pleasure was so intense, so overwhelming, that Val’s hands fell from her chest as her back arched high into the air, and her fingers twisted and desperately squeezed at the tangled mass of sheets that had come almost fully loose from the bed below with all of the gyrating and grinding and otherwise unaware movements that had been driven more by flesh than thought.

Moans and whines fell from Weis’s mouth as she twisted beside Val, face soon buried again in her lover’s neck so she could inhale as much of her alluring scent as she could. It stoked the flames of her desires while also helping to calm her—a memory of something soothing, something welcoming, that made everything so much easier to enjoy.

Then afterglow began to settle, and Weiss let out a groan as her eyes fell shut, and her body went loose and limp. Val followed suit, quietly mewling as her toes curled and uncurled, her lips pressing together and then parting as if needing to make sure that she fully understood how her own body worked.