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The circles on her nub continued. She rested, not to sleep, to allow the feeling of Tris upon her to spread. Up her hips, through her chest, to her lips. Trisamaine, mother of fire, seared the air into a damp sweat. The night became as warmth.
Where Tris ended and she began blurred. A hand forced her mouth open, a strange tang pouring to her tongue.
“How do you taste?”
Her tongue pushed at the fingers, hand clawed a thigh, instinct grasping to take back the control she didn’t want.
One hand busy with her center, the other pet her. Not for pleasure. Not for her. For the first time, Tris took a touch for Tris. The touch of a lover finding they have permission to fondle a hidden space and exploring in innocence what it means to make a breast jiggle. She didn’t have much to play with, but the pur vibrating from Tris didn’t seem to mind. The prehensile tail squeezed her leg like a vice.
Her reason left her, the arms held her harder, tighter than before, fingers a blur, fur slick against fur.
Light billowed in from torches lit on a far pillar. Caught. Leered at by another in her shameful intimacy. Her legs clamped, the fire burst and a panic-gasm took her. She growled and fought Tris’s embrace.
The booming chest behind her laughed, branding her with a hug.
“It’s okay, my good little mid night jackal.” The mother of fire said. “No one’s here. Just a little magic”
Carbene joined the laugh.
“Let’s build again.” Tris said. The fingers came back for her. “There’s plenty more night.”
