It Stings

Oberon's focus, which had left Ara for a split second, went back to her as he told himself that his other thoughts could wait. At the moment, what he had to do was make sure nothing bad happened to her during work hours.

As for Ara herself, she didnt' seem to be doing bad. Her partner had spent the last while with its mouth closed around her crotch, most likely savoring her insides with its tongue, and at one point Ara had started to fondle her breasts herself, albeith somewhat timidly. Then the snake moved its hands around again, grabbing her by the hips and ankles and lifting her up once more. Truth be told, Ara's feet had yet to touch the water again since the creature first pulled her up. He turned her around to face her back, put her in position and then pushed her down with a single, almost fierce motion, her thighs hitting against its scales as its whole lengths penetrated her again. Ara's voice broke for a second, and for a moment Oberon wondered if she was alright, but by taking a better look at her, she seemed to be fine. Well, relatively. That, and the collar wasn't sending any alarm either. He didn't rely entirely on that to check if she needed help nor not, but an additional safety measure couldn't hurt.

She was expecting to be pulled back up again but, unlike before, the creature moved its own hips back before slamming itself against her. Ara felt like some of the air in her lungs got pushed out, the violent motion forcefully sending a wave of pleasure inside of her. For one reason or another, her rear was feeling almost no pain this time, and instead contributed to the pleasure. She barely managed to breathe in some oxigen before her partner pulled out, only to quickly push itself back inside of her again, her body being assaulted by a second wave of delight. To make things even more intense, the creature was holding her in such a way that one of its fingers was resting right over her clit, its scales rubbing against her with every thrust, making the stimulation even stronger.

The same, simple motion of the creature's waist repeated over and over, Ara's voice resounding through the forest, louder and louder as her climax approached. The coldness of the scales hitting against her flesh was getting covered by her own warmness, her fluids dripping over her partner's body and on the water beneath them both. Her body began to tremble as she arched her back, her fingernails digging into her palms as the creature's members brought her to her orgasm, pleasure spreading from deep within her all the way to the tip of her fur, her voice dying down as her lungs stopped working for a split second.

But her partner didn't seem satisfied. It stopped for merely a moment, barely enough for her to take a short breath, before resuming his motion. Ara instinctively pushed her hands against his arms, in a vain attempt to put some distance between them and take a brief break, but the snake didn't even seem to notice. Instead, it sent its tongue to run against the base of her tails. Took by surprise, Ara's body convulsed for a brief moment, the pleasure increasing as she felt her inner walls clamp down harder on the snake's members in response to the sudden stimulation.

That seemed to please the creature, as it emitted a loud croak before speeding up its thrusts, ignoring Ara's protests. Unsure herself on how exactly she was still managing to take air into her lungs, all she could do in that situation was drown in the feeling. Still sensitive from her previous climax, but with no pause inbetween, the stimulations kept assaulting her body, threatening to send her nerves into overload. Her nails dug into her own flesh again, more by reflex than out of conscious choice, as another orgasm quickly approached, shaking her every muscle, the overbearing feeling emptying her mind for a few, extremely long seconds.

But the creature still wasn't satisfied, and kept forcing itself back and forth within her. Ara's mind went blank for a minute or so as another feeling reached her brain, one different from simple pleasure, something which felt less intense, and yet warmer, closer. As she came back to her senses, Ara could feel her newly grown tail, the seventh, waving toghether with the others, as if it'd always been there. Her tongue instinctively ran along her teeth, as if to better grasp the shape of her now elongated fangs. Some of her sweath got caught in the thin layer of fur which had grown on the back of her hands.

Her heart was beating slower than before. For a mere second, everything felt distant, even the incessant motion which mercilessy sent pleasure through her body. That second seemed to be unreasonably long, and even as it approached its end, Ara felt like she was... fine. Nice, even. Her partner probably noticed something had changed in her -that, or the sudden growth of another tail startled it- since it froze for a moment, and even when it started moving again it did so at a slower pace. That annoyed her. Just like the fact that its fingers had moved around a bit, leaving her clit alone. She had her back facing the creature, so she ran two of her tails over its jaw since she couldn't reach there with her hands, urging the feathered snake to continue as she turned her face toward its, her gaze resting upon its eyes.

Somehow, that worked. The reptile sped up again, going even faster than before, even starting to let out some croaks. Ara, on the other hand, was surprisingly silent, at least compared to before. She was feeling just as much pleasure as before -well, almost- but now she was... in control, maybe? She was relishing the feeling, greatly even, but she wasn't getting overwhelmed. Her breathing wasn't exactly steady, actually, it was definitively ragged, but it also was far from broken.

For how long exactly they kept up that single, repetitive motion, Ara wasn't sure. Her body tensed up two or three more times, with either her fangs or her claws -claws?- digging into her own skin and flesh whenever necessary, to allow her to truly savor her orgasms, a few drops of her own blood running down her body from where she pierced her own skin. But that was getting a tad boring for her.

She wasn't sure herself how, but she managed to communicate with her partner. She really hadn't expected it to understand any of her words, but that's exactly what seemed to happen. The creature, albeith somewhat reluctantly, slithered closer to a tree, resting its back against it. Then Ara pushed herself up, holding on to its arms to lift herself, turned around and inserted the creature's members inside her body again, slowly, savoring the feeling, and making sure they were hitting different spots compared to before. Then she started to grind herself against the creature, rubbing her inner walls with her partner's flesh. The stimulation, albeith weaker, was different enough from before to actually feel more intense, if only because of its novelty.

She let out weak moans as she kept moving her hips back and forth, brief jolts running up her back whenever one of her sweet spots was striken, and not long after she changed her position a bit, managing to get on her knees, standing over the serpentine body, and began bringing her hips up and down along its length. Her footing wasn't exactly great, and the scales weren't too comfortable either, but she just felt like doing the moving, even though she couldn't quite move the way she wanted. Then, since her hands were free, she decided to fondle her own chest to add a little something else to the stimulation.

That lasted for a while, but not a really long one, as the feathered snake apparently wasn't satisfied with that stimulation. With a loud croak, it grabbed Ara with four hands and pushed her all the way down its length, the sudden stimulation forcing her voice out of her lungs, if only for a moment. It then pulled her up, to the point the tips of its members were just barely within her, only to slam her down against its body again, and again, and again.

"How... mmnh... rude..." Ara commented, her cheecks red, her lips twisted into a soft, and actually rather annoyed, smile.

Her ears twitched at every thrust, her tails waving behind her, and while she could definitively feel pleasure piling up within her, something was... not quite right. She wasn't sure why, but for some reason she felt like she'd hardly get to another climax during that session. For a brief moment she wondered why she didn't find such a thought embarassing, but then went to think of other things. Was that because she had already come a few times? ... no, that probably wasn't it. She though about it in a surprisingly calm way, taking a break every now and then to simply enjoy the rough treatment she was receiving, and eventually she came to the conclusion that the snake simply wasn't that good of a partner. After all, ever since they actually started mating, it did nothing but repeat the same, single motion over and over, with little to no variation. That got boring rather quickly, relatively speaking at least. He did provide quite a nice foreplay, but once they got down to it, the creature seemed to just forget about her and think only about its own pleasure.

... or was she the one who had gotten more demanding? She brought one of her tails close to her face and ran an hand over it -the gesture looked rather awkward since she was constantly being moved up and down- and wondered. She had a faint feeling that her personality changed a bit when she had too many tails. A feeling or maybe a vague memory. ... no, that was probably just her mind playing a trick on her. After all, her other partners there at the menagerie never disappointed her in such a way, so the problem had to be that particular guest.

Then a sudden, intense surge of pleasure shook her body. As her mind was forcefully brought back to her current situation, Ara realized that her partner's members had started throbbing, and because of that it began moving even faster. Or maybe it was the other way around, she hadn't paid much attention to it.

Now, however, she was focusing on the hot flesh pulsating within her, her fangs resting on her own lips, the sudden prospect of a climax exciting her. The creature started to croak quickly, its voice getting louder and louder as Ara began to feel its seed releasing within her. It was... surprisingly cold, at least compared to what she had expected. The amount wasn't bad, at least. That said, her fangs parted from her lips with disappointment, her climax still well out of reach.

On top of that, as soon as the feathered snake was done releasing its seed, it pulled Ara up, then simply let her fall on the water and... went away. She was left speechless.

"... I'm never coming back to this dome" she commented a minute or so later as she got back up.

The water felt colder than she remembered it to be. As she looked around, she realized that the sun had set already. The moon, however, was full, the forest wasn't too thick, and the water acted as a mirror, those factor working together to provide a relatively nice illumination despite it being night already. She did feel quite hungry, now that she noticed, and rather tired too. But still, that was beyond disappointing, especially because the session started out rather nicely, and with rather good expectations as well. She stretched her arms and legs -her tails too-, her ears standing up briefly before relaxing. She then heard someone approaching, and turned to see Oberon walking up to her.

For some reason, the memory of her dress getting completely torn off came back to her, making her fully aware of being naked, which caused her to move her tails in front of her to cover her exposed skin. The two of them stared at each other for a brief second... minute... a while... or was that actually just a second? Then he spoke.

"Do you want this?" he asked as he unbuttoned his shirt a little. He hadn't really expected the guest to destroy her clothes like that, so he hand't brought anything she could use to cover herself. A stupid blunder, or at least so he believed.

"... sure" she replied, and shortly after put on his shirt.

It was rather large, since Oberon was quite a bit taller than her, and because of that it covered her nether regions too. Somewhat, at least.

Ara was confused. She had been naked for the past several hours just fine, and suddenly getting flustered over it didn't really make sense to her. It's not like he hadn't been looking the whole time either.

They went back, him walking in front of her, and as they walked Ara's gaze was fixed on his back. Was that the first time she had seen him shirtless? He sure had a nice body. His skin was rather pale, and his muscles, while clearly developed, weren't excessively large like those of a bodybuilder. Well, he had probably been built that way in the first place, so it's not like he had to train to get that look or anything, but still, a great back was a great back. She tried to smell his shirt, but there wasn't really any scent on it. Not that it really surprised her. They reached the antechamber, and Oberon turned around. Ara's gaze rested on his abdominals for a brief moment before moving to his face.

"Here" he said as he handed her the chastity belt.

... right she thought.

She had kind of forgotten about that, but wearing that thing was written in her contract. Or something like that. She didn't really feel like it though. She could still use some fun before putting that back on. She stared at Oberon, but for some reason asking him what she had just thought of was surprisingly hard. And yet, telling the snake what to do had been easy, even though it shouldn't have been any less embarassing. Well, the snake kind of did whatever it wanted anyway in the end, but that was a different matter altogether.

"... Ara?" he asked after a good minute or two of them standing there, doing nothing.

"... can you... put it on for me?" she asked then.

... no, wait, that's wrong she thought as she realized that she had asked the wrong thing. ... was she blushing?

Oberon tilted his head to the side a bit. He thought Ara had started acting weird after she had grown another tail -it wasn't the first time he noticed a change in her behaviour after the appearance of a new tail- but the way she reacted when he walked up to her once the session was over made him think she'd gone back to normal. What she just asked, however, changed his mind.

"... are you sure?"

"Would doing that be a problem?"

"No. No, it wouldn't" Oberon said. Wether to her or to himself, he wasn't too sure.

Ara opened her -well, his- shirt, which simply required her to pull it to the sides since she hadn't buttoned it up when he gave it to her, she simply held it close with her hands. At the same time she moved her tails behind her back. While she was far from soaked, Ara's skin was still wet from her fall in the water, and drops were falling on the floor from her skin, her hair and, mostly, from the fur covering her tails.

Oberon wondered if he'd have reflexively gulped down some saliva, had saliva been something his body produced automatically rather than on demand. The sight in front of him was alluring, that's something he gave up trying to deny. For some odd reason, however, the actual word which came to his mind was "tainting", not "alluring". If there was something he would point out about what he was seeing, that'd be that his white shirt really didn't go that well together with Ara's white hair and fur, especially because she was wearing black gloves and a black thighhigh. Had she had her normal, black hair, the sight would have been more pleasant to his eyes. But that was probably nitpicking.

... what am I thinking... ?

Oberon forcefully pulled his own mind back to what was happening rather than what he was seeing or what his opinions about it were. He walked up to Ara, maybe somewhat slowly, and got down in front of her. On one knee to still keep some distance, as getting down on both might have placed his face a bit too close to her. The feathered snake's seed was slowly dripping out of her, tracing a few lines down her thighs. Some of those had nearly reached her ankles, but the fluid was rather viscous. Mixed with it were her own juices. The scents hit his nostrils, but he apparently ignored them.

The room was dead silent, which made it easy for Ara to hear her own heartbeats. She was confused. At first she wondered why she acted shy in front of Oberon, but then a different question popped up in her mind. Why didn't she feel embarassed for most of the session? Which one of the two was the odd behaviour? She felt a bit dizzy. The cold steel then touched her skin, sending a brief, very faint shiver up her spine, her tails wavering ever so slightly. The chastity belt moved up along her legs, quickly reaching her waist, and then the familiar sound of the lock closing filled her ears. She felt a little sting when the belt closed around her waist, too. Oberon got up, still in front of her. Their eyes met, and Ara pulled one side of the shirt further to the side, almost without thinking, further revealing her breasts, exposing one of her nipples.

Silence. A brief, loud silence filled the room, soon interrupted by his voice.

"I'll get you something to wipe yourself before heading back up. I'd rather not leave drops of that around" Oberon said before turning around and leaving the room.

Ara let herself fall on the closest thing she found, which happened to be a chair. She was... calm now. Confused, but calm. What was she doing? Contrasting, or rather, opposite thoughts and feelings quickly replaced each other in her mind one after the other. What she did didn't even make sense. Not in that order at least, since the chastity belt had already been locked when she did that. Well, it's not like the key was out of reach, but at that point why not just act before? She sighed, then brought her tails over her lap. She had a vague feeling that her confusion was coming from those. She had a feeling that she acted a bit different from usual when too many tails were out, but... she also had the complete opposite feeling of them not affecting her in the slightest. Which one was wrong?

... she could try to get rid of them. If they really were affecting her mind, then making them disappear would make her realize that. And if they weren't, then their absence would change nothing, which meant it wouldn't be a loss either. Or so she guessed. Then again, she wasn't really sure how to do that in the first place. But she could at least try. It's not like she had something to lose. ... or she could just not bother. She was probably overthinking it. As disappointing as it turned out to be, she did just finish a work session more than fifteen hours long. She was just more tired than she realized. That had to be it.

... wait, what drops was he talking about?

She looked at her feet and saw that the snake's seed had ran down her legs and reached the floor. The belt was sort of keeping it in now, but some had flown out beforehand. Well, it didn't really matter, though thinking about it, even the amount it released was actually underwhelming. Considering the size of the one it came from, at least.

Then Oberon walked back in and gave her a couple of towels. She was quite sure that her cheeks had turned a bit red again, though once more she wasn't sure why his presence affected her that way. She wiped herself up with one, dried her body a bit with the other, then they walked to the elevator.

"I'll go take a bath" Ara said once they arrived to the ground floor, and left.

She had just entered the room upstairs, however, when someone knocked at the door.

"Come in"

And Oberon walked in.

"My shirt" he said.

"... it's wet" she replied.

It was true. But it wasn't that wet. And considering the time of the year they were in, it'd probably dry up soon even if he were to simply keep it on. ... or maybe not, since his body was actually quite cold.

"... right. I'll get another one. Dinner will be ready by the time you're finished"

"... nice"

And so Oberon walked out, closed the door behind him, and... stood still, his back basically resting against it. Then he took a small glass bottle out of his pocket. He brought it to his nose and pulled up the stopper, just barely enough to let the scent escape from inside. Back when they... self-produced some soap, Oberon took the chance to do something as unreasonable as what he was currently doing. All the soap that had stuck to Ara's body, for one reason or another, had lost its scent and absorbed hers instead. Among the many things Oberon had to learn since Eve assigned him to the menagerie was how to make perfume, and he used that knowledge to make one out of that soap. Ever since then, he'd carry that bottle with him and occasionally take it out to smell Ara's fragrance.

There were so many irrational things about all of that, Oberon could hardly believe he had done and still was doing something like that. Her scent made him focus on all the wrong things at all the wrong times- namely, on Ara, and while doing work unrelated to her- but it also made him feel relaxed.

It made no sense.

It. Made. No. Sense.

Pushing those thoughts away took far more effort than usual. Down there, in the antechamber, Ara had invited him. That, or he had misunderstood something. A possibility he didn't want to rule out, since he didn't really trust his own judment anymore when it came to her. He nearly accepted her invite. He had touched her skin several times before, when carrying her around while she was exhausted, or even when washing her while she couldn't move, but that would have been... different? ... like that one morning?

Dinner. Dinner. He had to make dinner. And before that, he had to go get another shirt for himself. He violently forced those thoughts into his mind, hammering them into his own head, and walked away. After having properly clothed himself up, he headed to the kitchen. There he found a large pile of sheets resting on the table. By the look of it, those were well over a thousand pages. He already knew what that was, but he still took a quick glance at the content just to be sure. And, indeed, that was Rena's report on their guest's condition. She had probably finished working on it and gone to sleep, or she wouldn't have left it there. Oberon then looked out of the window. He said he was going to make dinner, but it was well past dinner time. Calling it a midnight snack would have been more appropriate. He prepared something light to eat then left, taking Rena's report with him.

A good while later, Ara walked into the kitchen. There were some drops of water still falling from her tails, but aside from that she had dried herself up before leaving the bathroom. As for clothes, she had put on Oberon's shirt and nothing else. She didn't really see a point in putting on the gloves and thighhigh since she'd have taken those off soon anyway, and didn't feel like going to her room to get some clothes then going back down to the kitchen. She did button the shirt up this time though. She waited a bit to see if Oberon would come back from wherever he had gone, and since that didn't happen she simply ate what she found. More of a snack than a dinner, if one were to ask her, but she probably wouldn't have eaten a full meal anyway. The taste was great.

Then she headed back to her room. She war tired, but not to the point of going straight to sleep. Probably. She locked the door and called Obe, who came out from where she had last hidden him. She took off Oberon's shirt and put it on his younger-looking version, standing naked in front of it. She was feeling a bit flustered, but that was probably a consequence of how damn cute he looked like in that clothing, which for him was way oversized. Did that mean that what troubled her was the way Oberon's... let's say "adult" body looked? ... no, it probably had to do with Oberon himself, not simply with his look.

That was confusing.

Maybe because her stomach wasn't empty anymore, fatigue began to assault her body. She decided to disregard whatever else she had decided to do and simply went to sleep, hugging Obe, her tails covering them both.

The sun was already high when Ara woke up. She rolled around on the bed for a few minutes, but all those tails made it more uncomfortable than she had expected so she simply got up. She told Obe to fix the bed -twice, since the first time she spoke she half-yawned t the words, making them nearly impossible to understand- while she looked for something to wear.

She settled for a black, sheer top -by the look of it, it was made of nylon-, a white shirt held in place by a rather large, red cloth tied behind her back and a white, short shirt whose hem was closer to her waist than it was to her knees. Worn together, they looked like a single, short dress. Then she put on an half-white half-black tie, which mostly covered the metallical collar she couldn't take off, and white, wide, detached sleeves, and after that she tied black wraps around her ankles and wrists, and then put another, white, smaller layer over those, with neither covering her fingers. Lastly, she tied a white, large bow behind her head. Normally she'd also attach a few strands of cloth behind her back when wearing those clothes, but since her tails were out she didn't really see a point in using them. Aside from the wraps around her ankles and wrists, all those clothes had a few black and orange decorations here and there over them. That outfit was great to move around in, but due to how much skin it showed off and how greatly it emphasized her curves, her breasts in particular, she didn't wear it all that often.

That, and it left her barefeet, something she wasn't too comfortable with in the city.

She gave her face a quick wash in the bathroom then walked downstairs. There were a few luggages lying near the entrance, and she found both Rena and Oberon in the kitchen. Upon seeing her, the elf got up from her chair and walked up to her.

"Are you alright? I wanted to check up on you yesterday, but my own work took longer than I had expected" she spoke.

"I'm feeling great, don't worry about it" she replied casually.

"Are you sure?" Rena insisted after having quickly counted Ara's tails.

"Totally" she said back, briefly waving all seven of them behind her back as if to say there was nothing wrong with them.

The elf stared at her for a few seconds, and... she did look fine. She sounded fine too, and considering how easy Ara usually was to read, that was a good sign. Maybe she really was worrying too much.

"Lunch is almost ready" Oberon commented.

The meal went by... normally. Ara and Rena had a surprisingly casual chat, while Oberon kept reading his book. Then they heard something outside.

"This is probably my carriage" the elf said as she got up.

Her departure turned to be... well, , definitively not ceremonious. She said goodbye, took her luggages and walked out, stopping on the door for a brief moment to take a last look at Ara. As fine as she looked at the moment, Rena still coulnd't help but feel somewhat worried about her. But she had other things she had to take care of, so staying there wasn't really an option. And thinking about it, she hadn't really provided much help anyway. That thought left a bad aftertaste in her mind as the carriage brought her away.

Oberon and Ara stayed silently in front of the entrance for half a minute or so after the elf left.

"... so... it's just the two of us again" she said then.

"So it seems"

"Do you feel like playing some chess?"

"Yes"

Around six hours later, Oberon lost the game.

Dinner went by uneventfully, and as she sun set Ara went back to her room. She had half expected him to say something about her new outfit, but at the same time she wasn't surprised he kept silent about it. She thought about locking the door, but... Rena was gone, and Oberon said he'd spend the night in the lower leves sorting some things out. She might as well leave it unlocked. She lied face down on the bed, her tails waving in the air briefly before falling over the sheets too.

"... Obe" she then called out.

The small-sized, personality-less Oberon got out from behind the wardrobe and stood next to the bed, awaiting orders. It still had Oberon's shirt on. Truth be told, Ara wasn't really planning to make him take that off. Obe just looked too adorable with that on. She stared at him for a few minutes, then got up and started searching the room. She didn't remember where she had left it, so finding the anal plug took quite a while. She handed it to Obe then sat on her knees next to the bed, lying down on it with the upper half of her body. Ara then pulled her skirt up as she ordered him to get closer.

... yeah, that was rather embarassing. Not overly so, but still. Her tails wavered a bit as she instructed him to rest the tip of the plug against her rear. She breathed in, out, in, and then out again. She was pretty sure her cheeks were a bit red.

"Push it in. Slowly" she ordered.

Obediently, he did as he was told. Her fur pricked up for a moment when the foreign object began to push her inner walls aside to make room for itself. She told Obe to slow down a bit, since she hadn't done any preparations beforehand. The plug kept creeping in deeper within her, the sluggish but perfectly constant motion sending a weak but continuous series of jolts through her system. Even at that pace, however, it didn't take that long for the insertion to be complete. When her... assistant stopped moving, Ara got on her knees and turned around.

As expressionless as he was -not that Oberon himself was exactly that expressive either-, Obe was still a delightful sight. She unbuttoned his shirt -both the shirts, actually- and ran an hand over his cold, small chest. She could feel her heartbeat increasing. She then grabbed his hands, pushed them over her buttocks and started using them to fondle her own rear for a few seconds, until Obe got the message and started doing so himself. His motions were mechanical, and having to tell him what to do every single time was rather annoying, but his looks alone more than made up for that. She then pulled her shirt down a bit, just enough to fully reveal her breasts. She still had her top on, but that didn't really hide anything, especially since she was wearing no bra.

Obe was still standing on his feet, which meant he was at about the right height. So she took his head and pushed it against her chest, running one hand over his hair while sliding the other down his back, all the while savoring the way his fondling of her rear moved the plug around within her, albeith very slightly. It was a soft and gentle stimulation, but a pleasant one nonetheless, enhanced one way or another by the thought of who -... or "what"? "Who" sounded better- was providing her with it.

She then told Obe to suck her nipples through the sheer top covering them, and as always he did as ordered. Such a lovely sight that was for her. She remained like that for a while, until she decided it was around time to get to the point. She placed her hand over Obe's and moved it to the plug, made him grab it and started pulling it back, slowly but not overly so, while slightly twisting it around, before pushing it back in. Her breathing grew heavier as the pleasure started to really pile up, her other hand now teasing her other nipple as Obe kept stimulating her, the dildo's back and forth motion causing her tails to jolt briefly whenever it hit an especially sensitive spot. Her fangs moved to rest their tip on her lips, ready to sink into them when needed.

She instinctively brought an hand between her legs, only for it to meet the chastity belt. Right. Well, that wasn't too big of a deal. She brought her focus back to the parts of her body which weren't covered in steel, her climax getting closer and closer, her face red. She grabbed Obe's face and pulled it away from her chest, just enough to turn it up and stare at him directly in the eyes. Her climax was right there, mere moments away. Her fur was standing up, her ears twitching in anticipation, when...

Something stung her.

She looked down. The feeling came from right beneath the chastity belt. It didn't really hurt, actually, she almost didn't feel it, but... then she felt dizzy. Or rather, drowsy. For a mere moment though. No, she was perfectly awake. But... she wasn't really feeling anything anymore. Or rather, Obe was still moving the plug back and forth as she had instructed him to, and that did feel nice, but... it was as if they'd just gotten started. She had basically already reacher her climax, she just had to reach out and actually grabd it, but that sting somehow brought her back to square one.

"... no way"

She repeated exactly the same motions as before, albeith with a terrible presentiment, and... once again, right before she could orgasm, something beneath the chastity belt stung her, washing all the pleasure away. It didn't even leave her with a feeling of frustration -not a strong one at least-, since her arousal was somehow greatly reduced too by that sting, but it just... angered her. Like, what the hell was that? ... well, sure, it made sense for a chastity belt to have a function like that -however the bloody hell that worked- but still. She calmly pushed Obe back, told him to go back behind the wardrobe, got up, and turned around.

She took the bed's pillow and threw it against the wall, with so much force one couldn't help but wonder what that pillow was actually made of, since it didn't explode upon impact. She walked up to it, grabbed it and then threw it again, the sound it made upon crashing against the concrete filling the room and probably spilling out it as well, echoing in the nearby rooms. She didn't want to destroy the furniture, so she threw the pillow again, but that wasn't exactly a great way to vent her anger, so just one or two launches were nowhere near enough. She kept flinging the pillow against the wall again and again, and at some point she started shouting as well, until she managed to calm down. A bit, at least. Then she took off her clothes and went to sleep, with only the sheer top to cover her skin. That and the chastity belt.

At the same time, Oberon was sitting on the stairs, reading. He wasn't sure why he had decided to go to Ara's room -probably to get his shirt back-, but as he stepped out of the elevator he could hear her screaming and, by the sound of it, throwing something around. He was quite sure he knew what had happened, and concluded that it was a bad time to talk with her.

He could no longer hear anything though. Either she had calmed down, or she had gone to sleep. Either way, he could always ask her about his shirt the next day.

Thank you for reading.