Who: Aria and Jaina What: Needing and escape When: late Feb Where: Afterlife Status: complete Rating: High
After too many days in close proximity to someone, Jaina really should try to spend some time alone. And she had. For exactly 24 hours before she was consumed with loneliness and a need for companionship.
Or at least a pretty dancer to look at. It was why she found herself at the Afterlife, sitting at a table and watching a woman gyrate on a pole to Within Temptation.
It wasn’t really working for her. Oh, it was, but it wasn’t. Her mind was too preoccupied with a dozen different subjects, from her theoretical work to fears of a cataclysm to the future of mankind.
Aria more than understood the need of some alone time. Her time spent with Sam hadn’t been the worst experience of her life, but at a certain point she really liked having her space. But she’d dedicated herself to being at Afterlife more since she hadn’t been able to be there as much while being tethered to Sam. Their time had been split between both of their clubs just to ensure things didn’t go to hell in a handbasket while they were otherwise tied up.
She was in her office dealing with some matters of business that had piled up in her absence. But eventually it got to the point where she needed a break. Getting up, she moved to her overlook of the dance club, checking on things there before she moved to her overlook of the strip club. And that’s when she spotted a familiar blonde. Curious, Aria made her way downstairs and over to the table Jaina was at.
“Why hello there,” she greeted. And, of course, she was in her human disguise.
Jaina tore her gaze from a woman’s rear end, lifting it to Aria and smiling sheepishly at her as her cheeks tinged red. Why she was embarrassed, she couldn’t say.
But she was glad to see Aria. She was someone she knew, and also the kind of strong personality she was drawn to when she needed a friend.
Likewise, Jaina had a similar draw. She had the same similar draw that Nyreen had had in her dreams. Of course, Aria would never admit to that, but she knew her tastes in people. While she could get along with those of a similar nature to her own, it was ones who were different, sometimes the polar opposite of her, that drew her in the most.
“Do you mind if I join you?” She’d make the offer to go somewhere more private, but they could start here and see where things went.
“Not at all.” Jaina gestured at a seat, namely the one closest to her, though she would have to admit she hadn’t meant to choose that one on purpose. Company was welcome, Aria’s more so. “Do you often come down and admire your employees?”
Aria took the seat beside Jaina. She had to chuckle at the question. “Sometimes, yes. I enjoy the pole dancing. Though after losing my star dancer, the routines have been a bit underwhelming.” She was referring to Miranda Lawson. Of course, Aria had expected that outcome at some point, especially after she’d stopped her father.
Somehow stealing Logan’s succubus was even more tempting now.
“Did she move on to greener pastures?” Jaina glanced at Aria out of the corner of her eye and couldn’t help but add, “Blue is more my color, than green.”
Why? Jaina scrunched up one eye and looked back at the pole dancer in embarrassment.
“You could say that. Though it was a bit more violent than her simply wishing to have a better job.” Aria looked over at Jaina, her blue eyes narrowing ever so slightly in the recognition of that admission.
“Then you must simply love the blue of my eyes and hair,” she then leaned closer. “And the color of my skin,” she added in a tone that only Jaina could hear before she sat back again to take in Jaina’s response.
“Sometimes finding a new job can be violent,” Jaina agreed, not blinking or batting an eye at the idea. Not with her dreams, or what she knew of Aria’s. Violence seemed to be in their DNA.
Her eyes went downcast slightly and she blushed. Deeply. Her breath catching at the very thought. “Maybe.”
“Indeed it can. Though it does not always involve violence towards one’s father.” Aria had rather enjoyed watching Miranda take out her father. Seeing the woman who was always so in control of herself let out her rage on the asshole was highly intriguing. And satisfying in a way. Aria always knew that Miranda could be vicious at heart when she wanted to be.
Aria smirked a bit, resting her elbow on the back of the seat. “I see. Then maybe I’m flattered.” She could play word games all day like that.
“Sometimes violence towards one’s father is justified,” Jaina said, a dark undertone to her voice as she remembered her father in Theramore. That had thus far been the hardest day of her dreams, seeing him for who he truly was and then watching him die.
She pushed that aside, focusing more on Aria. “What’s your favorite color?”
“Yes, it is.” Not that Aria would know. She’d never known who her father was. Which was fine with her. And in the dreams, her origins tended to be shrouded in mystery to most of the galaxy. But she had far outlived her father, and her mother had been dead for centuries.
“It used to be red, the color of blood to be specific. But recently, I seem to like purple a little more.” Aria wasn’t quite sure why the shift. Was it because she had purple blood now? The purple markings on her face? The tinge of purple to the hue of her skin? It was hard to say, really.
Jaina still had family in her dreams, though estranged. She hadn’t spoken to either her mother or her brother in years; and was under the impression her mother in particular would be… exceptionally unwelcoming were she ever to return to Kul Tiras. It was a sobering thought, and one she pushed away.
“Purple is a nice color. Halfway between blue and red.”
Did that mean anything? Did it matter. “And close enough to blue to count for me.”
Aria smirked a bit, leaning close to Jaina, looking her in the eye. “I am certain if purple wasn’t close enough to blue for you, the color of my eyes could perhaps make up for it.” She was curious as to how Jaina would react.
Jaina found herself distracted by the color of Aria’s eyes, and the depths of them. They were ancient, had seen wonders Jaina could only dream of. Still, she found herself murmuring, “I quite like them when they’re black, like the night sky.”
The things that Aria had seen were beyond counting. She was old, and had centuries of traveling the galaxy under her belt. As it was, she could tell Jaina had seen things, been through a lot. It was written not only in her eyes, but simply how she carried herself. Aria was extremely adept at reading people. Having one thousand years of experience on that front certainly helped.
“Do you? That is one of the reasons many of my people use the phrase ‘embrace eternity’ because it is much like gazing into the depths of space itself. And when you are joined with another like that, it is without a doubt the closest to experiencing eternity that any can get.”
There were whole years where Jaina desperately needed a nap, a good lay, or both.
“That… is an apt description of it.” Jaina’s hand slid across the table, brushing at Aria’s arm before she trailed her fingers across her wrist. “It’s like being washed away in a sea of stars. Or… or maybe adrift in that sea.”
The sea tended to call to Jaina more often than not.
A little shiver ran through her at the touch to her wrist. She kept her gaze locked on Jaina, the blonde having her undivided attention. “It is exactly like being adrift in a sea of stars. There is an odd sense of calm, of peace to be found there. Accompanied by the pleasure that typically comes with it, there is little that is more enjoyable than that.” There was more than a suggestive tone to her voice.
“I’m always up to explore again,” Jaina breathed, hoping she was picking up the right hints. And knowing she was dropping plenty of her own. Her eyes slipped to the dancer behind Aria, then back to the Asari.
“Or at least putting on a show.” Whether or not she meant herself dancing, or Aria, she was leaving up in the air.
Aria smirked, a gleam passing through her eyes. They were definitely on the same page there. “My only question is do you want to go back to my place, or make use of my office?” She had no preference. It wasn’t like there’d be anyone else coming and going from her office and nothing they did could be heard in the club. But her penthouse offered multiple surfaces on which to have sex. And she had a stripper pole in her bedroom that could be used.
“I’d like to see your place,” Jaina said, too softly. She cleared her throat and repeated that, sliding her hand up Aria’s arm. She’d already had Aria in the club and variety was the spice of life.
Also, walking out of the club looking like she’d been thoroughly fucked was an experience she didn’t want to repeat.
“If that’s okay with you.”
“Of course,” she responded. Aria reached out and brushed her fingers along Jaina’s arm. “Did you drive yourself here?” Aria asked. She was more than happy to give Jaina a ride on her motorcycle.
“No.” Jaina felt electricity shoot up her arm at the touch, and her breath quickened. She managed to keep her voice straight and even even if she was neither of those things right now.
“Took a cab in case I drank.” And portalling drunk was worse than driving drunk.
Aria smirked. “Then allow me to offer you a ride on my motorcycle. Assuming that you aren’t averse to riding on one.” And a motorcycle wouldn’t be the only thing Jaina would be riding tonight.
“I think I can handle a motorcycle ride,” Jaina assured her, voice thick. Whether she made it to Aria’s without ruining her knickers in the process was another story. She got to her feet after quickly finishing her drink, eying Aria with thinly disguised lust. “Let me see this bike of yours.”
Oh she could see that lust, even if Jaina was trying to disguise it. Aria stood up, a seemingly permanent smirk on her face. “Follow me,” she said as she brushed past Jaina rather deliberately as she headed out of the club. Aria headed over to her parking spot, in which there was a red Ducati 959 Panigale. “Unfortunately I don’t have a helmet for you to wear. Human helmets don’t fit me anymore. I promise not to drive too recklessly.” She chuckled as she got on the bike and waited for Jaina to get on behind her before she started it up.
Having the feeling like she was the canary to Aria’s cat, Jaina followed. Not too eagerly, but a little excitedly. She’d noticed the motorcycle coming in and … “Of course that’s yours.”
Shaking her head, Jaina got on, mumbling under her breath. A shield of ice covered her head, leaving her face exposed. If an ice shield was good enough to deflect an axe from an Orc, it should save her from the pavement. She hoped.
“Ah, I see it caught your eye. I have a black Honda CBR bike as well, but I felt like the red one today.” Once Jaina was on, Aria started the motorcycle, revving the engine into life before she took off, heading for her penthouse. It wasn’t that far away, close enough that in the event of an emergency she could get to the club, or back home, with relative ease.
Aria didn’t drive like a maniac, actually obeying the traffic laws. It was only a couple minutes before she pulled into a parking spot, the Honda CBR was in the spot next to it. Killing the engine, she waited for Jaina to get off before she got off the bike. Though before leading the way into her building, Aria looked up at Jaina, reached up and pulled her in for a deep, searing kiss, as if she was giving her a taste of what was to come.
“Red is an interesting color for you. But it does compliment purple and blue pretty well.” Jaina slid her arms around Aria as they drove, her fingers teasing at Aria’s abs under her shirt. It was a fun little ride, but she was thinking ahead to other things.
Apparently, so was Aria. Jaina groaned into the kiss, hands sliding across her scalp, her neck, then finally to her breasts. The need was suddenly killing her.
It was an interesting color, even when she’d still been human. Aria had never colored her hair red. It had always been varying shades of blue, purple or even green. Though the green had only been streaks hidden within other colors as opposed to having dyed all of her hair green.
She echoed Jaina’s groan, pressing into her hands. Her own hands slid down Jaina’s back, then to her ass, squeezing it and pulling her hips closer against her own. She started moving towards the door, only breaking the kiss when she needed to unlock the door and head to the elevator. She wouldn’t drop the human disguise until she was safely inside her penthouse with the door shut.
Fuck, maybe it was Aria that was killing her. Jaina squirmed under her hands, kissing at Aria’s jaw when the kiss broke only to recapture her lips as soon as the door was shut.
She came up for air again a moment later, gazing at Aria with darkened eyes and undisguised lust.
Her hands roamed Jaina’s body, not being shy about it. Aria rarely beat around the bush when it came to sex. She liked making her intentions known. And Jaina was ridiculously attractive. So once the door of her penthouse was shut, she quickly flipped the lock on the door before she gazed back at Jaina. She held that gaze while she pulled her omni-tool off and set it aside, her human appearance giving way to her Asari one.
“Now, we can have some fun,” she said as she stepped close to Jaina, hands grabbing hold of her hips and pulling her close as she backed her towards her bedroom. Jaina could see the living room and that the couch there didn’t exactly match anything else in the place. It, in fact, was the couch she sat on in Afterlife in her dreams. Her “throne,” as it were.
Jaina liked being touched. She was a naturally touch starved person who spent most of her time alone studying, working with people she wasn’t attracted to, or pretending she and Chloe had never actually been a thing.
So she liked Aria’s hands on her, liked the almost possessive way in which Aria touched her. Jaina held her breath as Aria’s normal appearance reasserted itself, and somehow, she felt even more turned on.
“I’m curious what your idea of fun might actually be,” she joked, inhaling sharply at the hip to hip contact, at being pushed back.
Aria was certainly the possessive type when she had her sight set on someone. It was part of her nature, and part of what made her leave permanent tracks on people. And she was more than happy to leave her marks on Jaina.
“I have many different ideas, perhaps one shall become evident once we get into my bedroom,” she stated before she leaned in and nipped at Jaina’s neck, backing her into her bedroom. It was a large room, and Aria had a king sized bed. But more than that, the other focal point in the room was a pole. She’d let Jaina ponder over that possibility.
There were no marks that hadn’t faded on Jaina that Aria had left, at least no physical ones. A hickey and few bruises from last time that took weeks to heal didn’t reall count. But Aria had managed to leave a hook or two inside her. Hooks that were being pulled on with every touch and every look and even the timbre of Aria’s voice.
Tilting head to enjoy the teeth, Jaina noticed the bed. And the pole. And her heart started racing under Aria’s mouth.
That was the thing about Aria, she was good at getting hooks into people. Sometimes she dug them in deeper the longer she was around someone. Sometimes she’d simply rip them out, or the other person would rip them out themselves. As it was, Jaina certainly had her attention.
Once in the room, she maneuvered Jaina over to her bed and pushed her down on it. She straddled Jaina’s lap, trailing a finger tip along her throat. “Do you think you have the patience to watch me dance?” Whether Aria would actually comply if Jaina couldn’t wait that long to be touched remained to be seen.
“Fuck…” Jaina ran her fingers up Aria’s stomach with one hand, the other caressing a lazy circle over her hip. At the nail on her throat, her hips jerked involuntarily and her breath caught. “No. Yes. We could find out.”
Jaina couldn’t quite believe her luck; she really had hoped Aria would come to her if she went to the club, and things were turning out much better than she’d hoped for. Her voice was rough. “Tell me what you want me to do.”
Aria smirked, loving Jaina’s reaction. And the more she thought about it, the more she wanted to tease her, to see just how long it took before Jaina started absolutely begging for her to take her. And, well, that was exactly what she was going to do.
“What if I suggested handcuffing you to my headboard? That way you couldn’t do anything other than watch me dance for you.” Aria absolutely loved holding the leash and bending people under her will. And, well, she rather enjoyed the thought of pushing Jaina to the edge of what she could take before she ravished her.
Jaina did not beg. She would not beg. Oh… she would beg, it was just a question of when and how much. Her throat bob as she swallowed, Aria’s voice making her insides squirm and her legs liquify. Her chest heaved like she was in one of those bodice ripper romance novels she’d never admit she reads as her eyes dilated. Cuffs, collar, leash, any and all of that excited her. All she could do was nod.
Aria’s gaze did fall to Jaina’s chest as though she was considering grabbing a knife and ripping her top open like in a bodice ripper novel. “I’ll take that as you being open to such an option?” Aria may be the Alpha of Alphas, but she had rules, and she always wanted people to give her their consent before doing something.
In this regard, at least. She didn’t need consent to kill someone if they did something to deserve such a fate.
As it was, Aria walked over to her bedside table, opening one of the drawers and pulling out a pair of handcuffs. She then stood beside the bed, dangling them from her finger as she gazed at Jaina, a gleam in her eyes.
“Yes.” Jaina all but growled the words, sliding her hands up to grope Aria’s breasts just before they went out of reach. She stared at them forelornly. Sure, they were smaller than her own, but they were still perfect and blue.
She dug her fingers into the bed, then scooted back towards the head board, pausing only enough to say. “... should I get naked first?”
Aria’s gaze drifted, and lingered longer than necessary, over Jaina’s body at the question as though she were contemplating the answer. Truth was, she knew her answer, but she liked building suspense. It made the end result that much better.
“No. I’ll take care of that later,” she responded with a smirk as she then took one of Jaina’s wrists and cuffed it, then lifted it up behind her head to loop the handcuffs through the headboard before cuffing Jaina’s other wrist.
Jaina clenched her toes, and some other places, taking a very long and deep breath as she settled in against the head board and watched as Aria cuffed her to it. She tested the cuffs tentatively, swallowing. Anticipation buzzed through her veins and she locked eyes with Aria and was pretty sure she’d never been this aroused in her life.
This was going to be a good night. “Why am I not surprised you have these?”
Aria chuckled. “I could not say, unless you simply pegged me as the type to have handcuffs.” She had a few toys in her arsenal as well. But for now, Aria was going to utilize her natural abilities as opposed to something like a vibrator or a dildo. She stepped away from the bed and started a strip tease act.
Having been a stripper once, Aria moved with grace and expert awareness of her body’s natural assets. She danced around the pole as she peeled off her clothing off. When she was left in her bra and panties, that was when the real show started. Aria started doing a very acrobatic and arousing dance on her pole, but she left her bra and underwear on for the moment.
“You’re definitely the type,” Jaina breathed, watching Aria move. She squirmed a bit, finger nails digging into her palms before Aria had even started. She was so graceful while moving, and Jaina was happy to openly admire her as one by one she removed her clothing.
Not for the first time she marveled at the texture and color of Aria’s skin, and wondered if that was somehow fetisizhing her, and decided she’d marvel at Aria’s texture and color whether she was human or not.
The cuffs ratteled a bit when Aria spun around that pole and Jaina chewed on her lip as she strained against it.
Oh. She wasn’t going to survive this.
The Asari were definitely fetishized by pretty much every other sentient race in her dreams. Aria knew the various claims by the various races as to why that was, but she didn’t exactly care. There had been plenty of times in her life when Aria had used said fetishes to her advantage. It had been one of the things that had helped her eventually take control of Omega out from under Patriarch.
As it was, Aria kept her eye on Jaina, enjoying the sight of her squirming, be it literally or metaphorically. She hung upside down on the pole, using her legs to hold her up while she then took her bra off and tossed it aside. She then resumed her dance, and her panties were quickly removed, leaving her fully naked as she still dance and spun around the pole like the expert that she was. All the while she kept an eye on Jaina, ready to shift her focus if she felt Jaina was about to explode.
God, she wanted to taste Aria again, feel their skin sliding together. Aria reminded her of Pained only with shorter ears (and of Sylvanas Windrunner in a few ways but Jaina did not like to think of the undead-yet-still-hot elf in a sexual manner thank-you-very-much).
But she really was squirming both literally and metaphorically, her breath rapid and pulse racing from the visual of Aria wrapped around that pole. She groaned when the underwear came off, knocking her head against the head board in frustration as she felt her own panties start to get soaked through. “Fuck…”
The instant Jaina knocked her head against the headboard was when Aria knew that Jaina probably couldn’t handle much more. So after giving a grand finale of her pole dance, Aria strode towards the bed, confidence and sexuality oozing off of her. She then climbed on the bed and crawled her way up Jaina’s body, not touching her until she was straddling her and her face was very close to the blonde’s.
“Something tells me you need release. I hope you don’t mind if I rip your clothing?” She asked in a low, sexy tone, making it a point of being close enough to kiss Jaina but not yet giving her that satisfaction.
Jaina hadn’t been willing to beg, not with her voice, anyway. She’d wanted to see how far she could stand it herself, before she needed Aria to touch her. Turned out she needed Aria to touch her about halfway through the dance but had been able to hold it in a little bit longer.
Not so as Aria moved up her body with actually touching her. Jaina actually made a whining sound, nodding her head enthusiastically before trying to lean her head in enough to kiss her.
That whining sound was like music to Aria’s ears. She smirked, keeping her mouth just out of reach of Jaina’s for a few more moments when she tried to kiss her, but then when it seemed she’d continue to tease her, Aria leaned in and kissed her hard and deep, adding fire into it as she finally touched Jaina, her hands moving to her blouse and ripping it open, the buttons popping off in the process. Her hands slid over the skin of Jaina’s torso before she groped her breasts.
Fuck. Jaina didn’t actually say that word so much as moan it into Aria’s mouth while her body simultaneously emitted that entire #mood by arcing under Aria, trying to press into her hands and her body.
Now she was begging Aria wordlessly to burn her.
If she hadn’t known it before, Aria now most definitely knew that she had Jaina at her mercy, and that was right where she wanted her. She caressed Jaina’s breasts before breaking the kiss and trailing her mouth down her neck, biting, licking and sucking her way down to Jaina’s very glorious bosom. She flicked her tongue against one nipple, then sucked at it.
“Yes, yes yes yes…!” Jaina groaned, biting her lip and shivering as Aria’s mouth and hands massaged and caressed her skin. Then that tongue and that sucking and she might have seen stars for a brief moment, crying out. She stared down at Aria; a blindfold might have made this moment hotter but she got to see this beautiful, dangerous woman suck and bite her and she knew she was in for a long night of orgasms.
Aria’s eyes flicked up to gaze at Jaina, more than a little turned on by the woman’s reactions to her. She fed on that, and she trailed her mouth to Jaina’s other breast, giving that nipple some attention before she slid her hands down and grabbed the bottom hem of her skirt and hiked it up until it was gathered around her waist. She did briefly wonder if Jaina would have an orgasm before she even touched her between her legs.
“More,” Jaina begged, spreading her legs as the skirt was pushed up enough to allow her that freedom. She was a little more concerned about that than her shirt, if she was honest, but she wouldn’t be mad if that tore too. Though she knew how hot it could be to keep a skirt on.
Jaina was wearing lacy black panties, and she actually flushed as she realized how exposed she was, the color change making her freckles less obvious.
Aria had no plans to rip the skirt, which was why she’d pulled it up. When changing positions later, she’d probably pull it off completely, but right now it was fine where it was. She then shifted lower, dragging her mouth down Jaina’s stomach. Then, once between her legs, she pulled her panties off and tossed them aside. She then took a few moments to admire Jaina like this, partially for her own benefit, and partially to make Jaina anticipate things a little more. But finally, Aria smirked, then leaned in and buried her face between her legs, her tongue taking a long taste of her before she started rubbing her tongue against her clit in rather lewd strokes.
“Oh god, Aria…” Jaina wanted to touch her, to stroke her scalp and feel those.. Tentacle like things again. Which was giving her ideas but that would have to be for later, when she wasn’t handcuffed and when she could surprise Aria.
And when she didn’t have a hot, fiery woman between her legs. Jaina arched, thighs tensing and toes curling as she gasped out wordlessly.
This was what Aria fed off of. While she enjoyed sex thoroughly, she also fed off of having control, and putting others right where she wanted them. And right now, Jaina was right where she wanted her. Once she’d had enough of giving her oral, Aria would unlock the handcuffs and free her. But she was more than determined to pleasure Jaina as much as her jaw could stand.
She gazed up along her body, one hand sliding up to grope her breast while she slid two fingers inside Jaina, curling them to hit her spot. Her tongue moved harder against Jaina’s clit.
“Yes, please,” Jaina whispered. God, but she loved it when a lover touched her like that, she loved being manipulated and used, and she rocked her hips against Aria’s face and into her fingers. She repeated ‘right there’ like a mantra, over and over again as her body tensed up and she felt the rush of an approaching orgasm.
Aria kept up the pace, continuing to hit the spots that made Jaina break out into that mantra. It was like music to her ears, but Aria wanted to hear Jaina scream. Luckily there wouldn’t be an issue with any neighbors overhearing them. Aria had invested in some soundproofing. It wasn’t air tight, but it definitely made sure that even if a neighbor could hear anything, it was severely muted.
She moved her fingers harder and faster, wanting to make Jaina come completely undone.
They could have been on a public beach and Jaina wouldn’t have cared just them. Her entire body tensed and her voice rang off of Aria’s walls as she shouted her name, vision exploding in stars and colors. She was pretty sure she came so hard she went momentarily blind, and at the very least her throat felt raw and her body twitched and shook as she started to come down from it.
Aria purred against Jaina’s clit as she heard her cry out like that. She coaxed Jaina through her orgasm, then slowed her fingers and tongue, giving her a few moments to catch her breath. And to come back to herself. After all, Aria wanted Jaina to be fully aware of what she was doing, and not in another plane of existence. She slid her fingers out of Jaina, but she didn’t pull her mouth away from her. Instead, she took long, slow licks of Jaina’s clit.
Aria really had managed to send Jaina to another plane of existence. She hadn’t felt this high since that one time she’d tried ecstacy. Though this was a different kind of E.
“Oh… Oh god…” Jaina rolled her hips, rocking them in time to the slow, long licks on her clit. It both drew her down from her orgasm while still keeping her on the edge of another. Jaina was pretty sure Aria was a hedonist that was going to kill her.
“Oh god. Aria, please don’t stop….”
When Jaina begged her not to stop, that’s when Aria picked up the pace again, moving her tongue faster. She let her tongue be the sole driving force for several moments before she slid her fingers back inside of Jaina, curling them to hit her spot. She was definitely aching for release of her own, but she was enjoying this far too much at the moment.
Jaina’s voice rose in pitch and frequency as she got closer and closer again, before Aria managed to rip a scream from Jaina. The mage spasmed, thighs squeezing around Aria’s head as she rocked and twisted her hips, before crashing back into the bed. Weakly, she begged. “Okay okay that’s..okay…”
She smirked against Jaina’s center as she pushed her towards that second orgasm. She then slowed her movements, bringing Jaina down before she slid her fingers out of her and pulled her head away. “Mm you taste divine,” Aria practically purred as she crawled up Jaina’s body again, again not touching her in any way. She then leaned over and pulled the key to the handcuffs out of the drawer of her bedside table, but she didn’t actually use it yet.
“I...hnn..” Jaina started giggling, a full body blush turning her skin red. She whined a little when Aria moved, arching herself and trying to get closer and touch her skin to skin, but it was impossible. “Oh you tease…You know how much I like how your skin feels.”
A little too much maybe but she couldn’t think very clearly at the moment.
She couldn’t help but to chuckle and finally unlocked the handcuffs, letting Jaina’s wrists free. She set the key and handcuffs on the table before she gazed back at Jaina and laid against her. “Is this better?” She asked in a low, smooth and sexy tone. She was definitely a tease and Aria fully accepted that.
Jaina pressed in against her, writhing her body and rubbing it against Aria’s almost like a cat, before rolling to face her. She kissed Aria, hand roaming up her hip and side, then around to her back and down to her ass. Jaina… liked men, but she had never been as addicted to someone as she was to Aria right now, except maybe Neena.
She growled into the kiss, pulling Aria flush against her.
She returned the kiss heatedly, groaning at feeling Jaina’s body pressed against hers. Aria tangled one hand into Jaina’s hair, the other slipping around her back. She rocked her hips against Jaina, loving the feel of her hand on her ass. Aria was curious to see how Jaina would proceed from here. Especially when she growled like that.
There was that growl again, and Jaina rolled her hips in a slow but insistent way against Aria’s, relishing the feel and the friction between them. She pushed Aria onto her back, rolling on top of her, breaking the kiss so that she could bite her jaw and lick her throat, tracing her lips along Aria’s collar bone.
“You still don’t taste like blueberries,” she joked.
That growl was definitely sexy. Aria groaned at the bite to her jaw. She tilted her head back, exposing her throat to Jaina as a shiver ran through her from the feel of her tongue on her skin. “Perhaps I should invest in some blueberry flavored edible body lotion, then,” she purred. Yes, she purposely put that thought in Jaina’s head to see how she’d react.
But Aria would also certainly do that. Besides, it had been a while since she’d made use of edible body lotion and oil like that.
“That would be hedonistic and indulgent,” Jaina commented, and yet did not object to the idea as she continued to explore Aria’s torso. She wasn’t trying to be gentle either, consumed by a hunger and need that pushed away all other thought except what Aria tasted like. Straightening, she rocked her hips down, eyes blown wide as she drank in Aria once more.
God, she was gorgeous.s.
“I do enjoy being a hedonist at times,” she commented. Aria groaned under Jaina’s touch, loving the hunger she could feel from the way the blonde was touching her. She gazed up at her with searing blue eyes as Jaina gazed down at her. She groaned, rocking her hips up against Jaina’s. “Enjoying the sight?” She asked. Aria did like when people gazed at her like that, admiring her. It was one of the best parts of having been a stripper, in her opinion.
“I’m loving it.” And then Jaina snapped the handcuffs onto Aria’s wrists and then to the headboard and grinned wickedly down at her. “Now you’re mine.”
Jaina putting the handcuffs on Aria had been expected. It was the reason she hadn’t actually put them away in the hopes that Jaina would decide to use them. So, in essence, Aria was exactly where she wanted to be, and she wanted to see what Jaina would do in this position. “Mm I’m definitely yours,” she responded, keeping her gaze firmly on Jaina.
With a smug smile, Jaina started tracing runes in the air. “There’s something I always wanted to try. I mean, with someone else. I’ve done this by myself.”
When she was done, a glowing, pulsing object hung in the air, and Jaina figured that would give Aria a nice mental image of her by herself with a magical dildo.
It floated down, seemingly of its own accord, and Jaina leaned in and whispered in Aria’s ear. “I assume you’ve used straps before, but now, this will give whoever is using it feed back so the only question I have for you is if you want me to fuck you with it, or if you want me to ride you instead?”
Aria watched as Jaina conjured a magical dildo. Well, this was certainly going to be something. She shivered as Jaina whispered in her ear and was given a choice. While her first choice would normally be to have Jaina ride her, she was feeling like being fucked at that precise moment.
“Fuck me,” she purred against Jaina’s ear.
Grinning excitedly, Jaina moved the magical toy until it seemed to fold into her body and against her. It made her shudder and gasp for a moment as the friction nearly made her lose her balance, but then she pushed Aria’s legs up and positioned herself between them. She’d never even done this with a normal strap on but she wasn’t about to tell Aria that, before she rammed herself home.
She watched curiously and hungrily as Jaina got the magical toy positioned. It was hot, and she was more than wanting to see what Jaina would do with control like this. Anticipation gripped her when Jaina moved her legs and got between them. When Jaina rammed herself home, Aria cried out, back arching off the bed, hips rolling against Jaina, wrists tugging against the handcuffs, head tilted back and eyes closed. That certainly sent one hell of a jolt through her body and she loved it.
The jolt nearly undid Jaina too. Jaina had been unprepared for the feedback against her clit and inside her, the friction and magical pulses making her legs weak. But she wasn’t going to give in that easily, not until she had Aria good and satisfied. Despite that, Jaina still needed a moment to adjust, moaning low and wantonly before she started to move her hips. Her hands ran patterns across Aria’s legs and stomach, before she lifted Aria’s hips off the bed a little for a better angle.
Jaina generally enjoyed receiving a good dicking more than giving, but she could be convinced now. And she only wished she’d thought to peg Arthas at least once.
Typically Aria was one who preferred giving a good fuck, but she was in the mood to get fucked at the moment. That wasn’t to say that once Jaina was done that Aria wouldn’t turn it around and fuck Jaina into oblivion with the magical dildo. She most likely would do that.
She moaned loudly, rocking her hips back against Jaina. “Oh, fuck,” she grunted. Unable to use her arms, Aria wrapped her legs around Jaina’s waist. She was definitely loving this.
“Oh yes, yes yes yes!” Jaina cried out in increasing volume as she found a steady, hard rhythm and started to lose herself in the moment. Aria smelled so good, their skin rubbing together in all the ways Jaina abso-fucking-lutely adored, and the building pressure from the magical toy making her stomach clench up and her legs shake.
Aria’s legs around her waist nearly undid her then and there.
Aria almost used the mind meld, but she was a little too lost in getting fucked like that that it went out of her mind as her orgasm built. “Fuck yes, that feels so good,” she groaned out between cries of pleasure. She loved the way Jaina’s body rubbed against hers, and she couldn’t put off an orgasm much longer. She screamed out Jaina’s name as her orgasm hit her hard.
It was enough, exactly what Jaina needed. Aria’s name fell off Jaina’s tongue as her body shuddered and shook, the thrusts growing increasingly erratic as she lost the control to keep them measured and the desire to even care about keeping them measured. Jaina didn’t always need the mind link; getting her partner off was usually enough to bring her falling off the cliff after them.
She shuddered a few more times, trying to keep up what she was doing.
Aria shuddered at hearing her name, and as Jaina kept thrusting into her. She muttered something in her native Asari language, her hips rocking back against Jaina’s, her legs trembling a little at being wrapped around Jaina, but she wasn’t letting go of her yet.
Jaina cried out Aria’s name, both a warning and a plea as her body trembled with each rocking thrust. She was so close again that she thought if Aria did anything more she might quite literally die.
And, well, Jaina wasn’t the only one close to another orgasm. So she rocked her hips back against Jaina at a slightly different angle than Jaina had been thrusting and she let out another cry as pleasure ripped through her as she had a second orgasm.
Unable to take it anymore and almost grateful Aria hadn’t decided to embrace eternity, Jaina slowed and then quite literally ground to a halt. She couldn’t keep herself upright, and collapsed on top of Aria with a pleased groan. Aria was beyond addicting, Jaina was pretty sure she was hooked.
When Jaina collapsed on top of her, Aria grunted a little, but didn’t mind it. She herself sagged against the bed, her wrists still dangling from the handcuffs. “Fuck,” she muttered breathlessly as she attempted to regain her breath. After a breather to regain themselves, Aria was definitely planning on fucking Jaina into oblivion. Probably bent over the bed or something of the sort. But she needed to regain some stamina in order to do that.
Nuzzling Aria’s neck, the only movement Jaina was capable of making was to withdraw the toy. She waved it up to float nearby for the moment, very much wanting Aria to bend her over something, but also needing a few moments to recover. “That’s a lot more work than I ever expected.”
Aria had to chuckle breathily at the statement. “If sex wasn’t work, it wouldn’t be fun or worth it.” Aria herself couldn’t move either, not that she could have moved much with Jaina on top of her. Either way, she was content currently.
Sliding her hands up Aria’s arms, Jaina used a spell to unlock the handcuffs, even as she moved to pillow her head on Aria’s breasts, muttering, “I’d like to see you do better.”
Realizing what that sounded like, Jaina flushed and pushed her face into Aria’s chest to hide it.
Once her wrists were released, Aria’s arms flopped against the pillows momentarily before she brushed her fingers through Jaina’s hair. The fingers of her other hand trailed along one of Jaina’s arms and a smirk crossed. “Oh I have plans for you once we catch our breath.”
“Plans?” Jaina breathed, at once curious and a little nervous. She wasn’t sure she could survive Aria’s plans, and yet the anticipation was going to kill her.
“I’m guessing they don’t involve cuddling.”
“They involve bending you over something and giving you a nice good fuck with that magical dildo of yours.” Aria practically purred with a lazy and yet sexy smirk. “The cuddling would come later.” She typically wasn’t the cuddling type, but after damn good sex? She could definitely be the cuddling type.
“Oh…” Jaina closed her eyes, shivering at the thought and also at the purr in Aria’s voice. She decided that she’d made the absolute best choice in going to the Afterlife today, and if she was honest with herself she had really, really hoped to arrive at this outcome. Or something like this.
“This really is the best day ever.”
“Is that so? Well, I’m pleased to hear it,” Aria responded with a smirk. She traced little shapes along Jaina’s arm. She didn’t let herself indulge like this very often in her dreams for multiple reasons, but she was more than happy she could indulge in this life.
Oh. But this was dangerous. Jaina was warm and comfortable and soft, and unbelievably hot, and Jaina knew herself well enough to predict where things might go, heart-wise. Which would be terrible, and also part of the reason she was trying to avoid getting hurt with Neena and damn but since when did she juggle multiple lovers like this and she forced herself to calm down, and breath.
“Mm.” Was all she said, finally.
It was a dangerous road for Aria as well. Jaina had what tended to pull her like a magnet, but Aria tended to be slower in the emotional department, if only because she never expected relationships to last. Most people couldn’t handle her, and she more or less expected Jaina might get tired of how unyielding Aria was. But that wasn’t anything to think about now.
“Let me know when you feel ready for another round,” she responded. She’d continue to traces designs along Jaina’s skin and brush her fingers through her hair until she was ready.
“I think,” Jaina breathed, pushing herself up enough to give Aria a kiss that was a promise and a threat. “That I’m ready for you to use me until my legs fall off.”