Toy Trouble

Aurora traced a tattooed finger along the edge of the vibrator, her black hair falling in front of one eye as she glanced up at Emelia. The intricate sleeve of ink that covered her right arm flexed as she picked up the toy, the dragon design seeming to writhe with the movement.

"So, princess, you remember our little arrangement?" Aurora's voice carried that familiar teasing lilt that always made Emelia's stomach flip.

Emelia shifted on the bed, her naked body tense against the cool sheets. Her lower lip pushed out in a defiant pout as she eyed the vibrator in Aurora's hand. The pink silicone seemed innocent enough, but she knew better.

"Yes, I remember," Emelia muttered, crossing her arms over her bare chest. "If I get close to cumming within half an hour, I get another day in this stupid chastity belt. It's already been a week."

Aurora's dark-painted lips curved into a smile that didn't reach her eyes. "That's right. And considering how desperate you've been acting all week, I don't think you'll last five minutes, let alone thirty."

The small, tattooed woman climbed onto the bed, her presence commanding despite her petite frame. The contrast between them was stark—Aurora fully clothed in ripped black jeans and a crop top that revealed the geometric patterns inked across her midriff, while Emelia lay completely exposed.

"I can handle it," Emelia said, though her voice wavered as Aurora clicked the vibrator to life. The low hum filled the room.

"We'll see about that." Aurora's eyes gleamed with mischief as she lowered the vibrator toward Emelia's thigh. "Remember, princess—not even close to cumming."

Aurora reached for the small key hanging from the chain around her neck, dangling it in front of Emelia's face with a smirk.

"Begging time's over, princess. Let's get this thing off you."

The lock clicked open, and Aurora slowly removed the metal contraption, revealing Emelia's glistening sex. As she pulled the belt away, the small anal plug attached to the inside slid out with a wet pop, making Emelia gasp.

"Fucking hell, you're soaked." Aurora ran a finger through Emelia's folds, collecting her wetness and showing it to her. "Look at this. All this from a week in chastity. This is your own fault, you know."

Emelia squirmed as the cool air hit her newly exposed areas. "How is it my fault?"

"Because you couldn't hold back." Aurora set the metal belt aside. "That was the whole game, remember? And you failed miserably."

"That's not fair!" Emelia pushed herself up onto her elbows, her face flushed with indignation. "I told you I was getting close. I fucking told you, and you didn't stop. You kept going until I was right over the edge and then pulled away."

Aurora's eyebrow raised at the outburst. "Is that right? Because I remember you begging me not to stop."

"I was begging you to let me cum, not ruin it!" Emelia's voice rose. "You did it on purpose. You wanted me to fail."

Aurora placed a hand on Emelia's throat, not squeezing, just asserting control. "Watch the attitude, princess. This bratty little mouth is going to get you in more trouble."

"What are you gonna do, put me back in chastity? Go ahead." Emelia jutted her chin out defiantly.

Aurora's lips curled into a dangerous smile. "Actually, I was thinking thirty minutes was too easy for you anyway." She leaned in close, her breath hot against Emelia's ear. "Make it forty minutes tonight. Every time you talk back, I add more time."

Aurora pressed the vibrator against Emelia's swollen pussy, the lowest setting humming to life. Even that gentle buzz against her neglected clit made Emelia's back arch off the mattress.

"Shit," Emelia hissed through clenched teeth, her body already betraying her determination.

Aurora's mouth curved into a satisfied smirk as she lowered her head to Emelia's heaving chest. Her tongue flicked over a hardened nipple before she took it between her lips, sucking lightly at first, then harder as Emelia squirmed beneath her.

"Such a needy princess." Aurora murmured against the sensitive flesh She dragged her tongue across to the other breast, leaving a cool trail of saliva that pebbled in the air. "Always so desperate to cum."

Emelia's fingers clutched at the sheets, her eyes squeezed shut as she tried to focus on anything but the insistent vibration against her clit and Aurora's hot mouth on her breasts. A week of denial had left her hypersensitive—every touch felt magnified, every sensation threatening to push her toward the edge she was forbidden to approach.

"Fuck," she whimpered.

Aurora bit down on the soft underside of Emelia's breast, leaving marks that would bloom purple by morning. "Remember our arrangement, princess. Cumming is a privilege, not a right." She adjusted the vibrator slightly, moving it in small circles. "Once a month if you're lucky. And from how poorly you're handling this already, I'd say your luck is running out."

A moan tore from Emelia's throat, her hips instinctively bucking up against the toy. The week of confinement had left her raw with need, her body responding without permission.

"That's it," Aurora encouraged, her voice low and seductive. "Show me how desperate you are. Show me what a week of denial does to my little princess."

Aurora's finger hovered over the vibrator controls, her eyes locked with Emelia's. With deliberate slowness, she clicked the button, ramping it up to medium intensity. The stronger vibrations buzzed through Emelia's swollen clit, sending shocks of pleasure racing through her neglected body.

"Oh my god—fuck!" Emelia's back arched involuntarily, her toes curling against the sheets.

"Only three minutes in and you're already falling apart." Aurora's voice dripped with amusement as she leaned forward, her hot breath washing over Emelia's throat. "Pathetic."

Aurora's lips found Emelia's neck, teeth grazing sensitive skin. She sucked hard enough to leave marks, claiming ownership with each bruise blooming beneath her mouth.

Unable to handle the onslaught of sensations, Emelia desperately tried to close her thighs, hoping for just a moment's reprieve from the relentless vibrations against her oversensitive clit.

Aurora's laugh was sharp and immediate. She forced Emelia's legs back apart with firm hands. "No, no, no, princess. Don't be naughty." Her nails dug crescents into Emelia's inner thighs. "Or should I get the spreader bar? Tie you up again so you can't move at all?"

"Please, I just need—"

"What you need," Aurora cut her off, pressing the vibrator more firmly against her clit, "is to learn some fucking self-control."

Emelia whimpered, her hips jerking uncontrollably. "Aurora, fuck—I can't—"

"Can't what?" Aurora's smirk widened as she watched Emelia struggle. "Can't handle a little vibration after just three minutes? And here I thought you were going to prove me wrong about lasting five." She traced her tongue along the shell of Emelia's ear. "Your pussy is practically gushing already. Look how wet you're getting the sheets."

"Goddamn it!" Emelia's hands flew to Aurora's shoulders, nails digging in as another wave of pleasure crashed through her. "Fucking hell, Aurora!"

"Such a filthy mouth on such a pretty princess." Aurora twisted the vibrator slightly, changing the angle. "I wonder if I should wash it out with soap... or find something better to fill it with later."

Sweat beaded on Emelia's forehead as she fought against her body's instincts. "You're such a sadistic bitch," she gasped.

"And yet," Aurora purred, nipping at Emelia's earlobe, "you fucking love it."

Aurora's free hand slid down between Emelia's thighs, her fingers gliding through the slick wetness. Without warning, she pushed two fingers deep inside, curling them upward to press against that sensitive spot while keeping the vibrator firmly against Emelia's clit.

"Fuck! That's not—ohh god—that's not f-fucking fair!" Emelia's protest fractured into desperate moans, her hips bucking wildly against the dual assault. "You can't—shit!—can't do both at once!"

Aurora giggled, the sound light and musical despite the cruelty of her actions. Her fingers pumped steadily, each thrust deliberate and targeted.

"Oh, princess," she cooed, watching Emelia writhe beneath her. "I make the rules. I decide what's fair." She twisted her wrist, changing the angle of her fingers. "And right now, I think this is perfectly fair."

Emelia's head thrashed from side to side, her blonde hair sticking to her sweat-slicked forehead. "Aurora, please—fuck!—I can't... I can't handle—"

"Can't handle what? A little stimulation?" Aurora scissored her fingers inside Emelia's dripping pussy, stretching her inner walls. "Your body seems to be enjoying it just fine."

Emelia's chest heaved with frantic breaths as Aurora's fingers worked relentlessly inside her. The vibrator hummed against her clit, sending waves of sensation crashing through her body. Her thighs trembled with the effort of restraint, muscles taut as she fought against the building pressure.

"Shit, shit, shit," Emelia panted, sweat beading on her upper lip. "Oh god, Aurora, slow down—please!"

Aurora's pace never faltered, her fingers curling and thrusting as the vibrator buzzed mercilessly. "You're doing this to yourself, princess. Just a little self-control is all you need."

Emelia bit her lip hard enough to draw blood, her entire body rigid with the effort of holding back her orgasm. The thought of being locked in that metal prison was unbearable. Her nails dug crescents into her own palms, using the pain to distract from the pleasure threatening to overwhelm her.

"I don't—fuck!—don't want more time," she gasped between moans. "Please, Aurora, I can't—aahh!—can't go back in that thing!"

Aurora glanced at the bedside clock with a wicked gleam in her eyes. Her fingers still worked mercilessly inside Emelia, whose thighs had begun to tremble uncontrollably.

"Thirty-five more minutes, princess. Think you can handle that?" Aurora twisted her wrist, changing the angle of her assault.

Emelia's eyes flew open, panic and arousal battling across her flushed face. "Thirty-five? Fuck no!" Her voice cracked as another wave of pleasure crashed through her. "Aurora, I can't—oh god—I'm so fucking close already!"

"Then control yourself." Aurora's tone was casual, almost bored, as if she weren't knuckle-deep inside Emelia's dripping pussy. "This is exactly why you ended up in chastity. Zero fucking restraint."

"I literally can't!" Tears of frustration welled in Emelia's eyes, her hips jerking involuntarily against Aurora's hand. "Aurora! Please! I'm going to—shit!—I'm cumming, I'm cumming!"

Aurora's reaction was immediate. The vibrator clicked off, the sudden silence almost deafening in the room. She withdrew her fingers completely, leaving Emelia empty and quivering on the edge of release.

"No!" Emelia scrambled to sit up, reaching desperately for Aurora's hand. Her eyes wild, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Please don't stop, I was so close. Please, Aurora, I need it. Just let me finish, I'll do anything."

Aurora's lips curled into a smile that was equal parts sadistic and adoring. She placed a firm hand on Emelia's chest, pushing her back down onto the mattress.

"Lay down and be a good denied princess," Aurora purred, her voice honeyed with false sweetness. "Unless you want another week in your little metal prison? Because that's exactly where this behavior leads."

Emelia collapsed back against the pillows, a strangled sob escaping her throat. Her chest heaved with ragged breaths, her neglected pussy clenching around nothing as her denied orgasm receded like a cruel tide.

Aurora traced a finger along Emelia's trembling thigh, relishing the way goosebumps rose in the wake of her touch. Her dark eyes gleamed with cruel pleasure as she watched her fiancée struggle to regain composure.

"As punishment for that little outburst," Aurora said, her voice deceptively calm, "you'll be edged repeatedly for the remaining thirty-five minutes. And when our time is up, you're going back into the belt for another twenty-four hours."

Emelia's face crumpled, fresh tears spilling down her flushed cheeks. "No, Aurora, please! I can't take another day locked up. Please, baby, I'm begging you."

"Begging already? We haven't even started the real punishment." Aurora clicked the vibrator back to life, the low hum filling the room with ominous promise.

"I'll do anything," Emelia pleaded, voice cracking with desperation. "I'll clean the apartment for a month. I'll—I'll stop complaining about your smoking. I'll wear those fucking uncomfortable heels you like to the club." Her hands clutched at Aurora's forearms. "Anything but more time in that thing. Please, Aurora."

Aurora caught Emelia's chin between her thumb and forefinger, squeezing just hard enough to make her point. "This isn't a negotiation, princess. You knew the rules."

"Just give me a different punishment. Please!" Tears streamed down Emelia's face, smearing her mascara. "I'll take a spanking—fifty strikes! A hundred! Just not the belt again."

"No." Aurora's tone was final. "And since you're being such a brat about it, I've decided to add something special for tonight." She leaned close, lips brushing against Emelia's ear. "When we go to dinner with my parents, you'll be wearing that vibrating butt plug under your chastity belt."

Emelia's eyes widened with horror. "Dinner with your—Aurora, no! We can't! I can't sit through dinner with your parents like that!"

"Oh, but you will." Aurora's smile was all teeth. "I want my fiancée to be a dripping mess at the table. Maybe then you'll learn some self-control."

"They'll know something's wrong," Emelia protested, panic rising in her voice. "I won't be able to hide it!"

"Then I suggest you practice your poker face." Aurora traced the vibrator down Emelia's stomach. "Because one way or another, you're going to be sitting across from my father, making polite conversation about our wedding plans, while I control exactly how frustrated and wet your poor pussy gets."

Aurora placed the vibrator against Emelia's swollen clit again, the lowest setting sending immediate tremors through her fiancée's hypersensitive flesh. Emelia hissed through clenched teeth, her hips instinctively jerking against the sensation.

"Actually, princess, I've been thinking..." Aurora trailed the vibrator in lazy circles. "We're booking the venue next week for our wedding, right?"

Emelia nodded, her breath catching as Aurora increased the pressure slightly. "Y-yeah, the June date. Why?"

Aurora's lips curled into a cruel smile. "What if—" she leaned closer, her breath hot against Emelia's ear, "—what if you weren't allowed to cum until our wedding night?"

"What?" Emelia's eyes widened in horror. "That's over a year away!"

"Exactly." Aurora clicked the vibrator up one setting, watching as Emelia's back arched involuntarily. "Imagine how fucking desperate you'd be by then. How sensitive. How needy."

Emelia shook her head frantically. "No, Aurora. That's insane. I can't—"

"I'd still get to cum, of course," Aurora continued as if Emelia hadn't spoken. Her free hand caressed her own breast through her thin top. "In fact, I'd make you service me. Get your face nice and wet."

She pressed the vibrator harder against Emelia's clit, eliciting a strangled moan.

"Just picture it, princess. You on your knees, tongue working between my thighs, knowing you won't get to cum for months." Aurora's eyes glazed with the fantasy. "Me riding your face, grinding against your mouth until I'm dripping all over your chin, your cheeks... and you just having to take it."

"Aurora, please," Emelia begged, tears springing to her eyes. "That's too much. I can't go a year without cumming. I'd go fucking insane."

"Would you?" Aurora tilted her head, the vibrator still buzzing mercilessly against Emelia's clit. "Maybe that's exactly what I want. My princess at the absolute edge of her limits, ready to explode the moment I finally give her permission on our wedding night."

"Please don't do this," Emelia sobbed, her hips trembling with the effort not to buck against the vibrator. "I'm begging you. Anything else. Anything but that."

Aurora's eyes lit up with sudden inspiration, a wicked gleam that made Emelia's stomach tighten with dread.

"I'll make you a deal, princess." Aurora twirled the vibrator between her fingers. "One chance to save yourself from a year of denial."

Emelia's breath caught in her throat. "What kind of deal?"

"Simple." Aurora's smile was anything but. "I'll count down from ten with this—" she waved the vibrator, "—on its highest setting. If you can make it through the countdown without getting close to cumming, I'll forget this whole wedding night idea."

Emelia's eyes widened, hope and terror warring across her features. "And if I can't?"

"Then no cumming until our wedding day. That's the deal."

Emelia swallowed hard, weighing her options. A year of denial seemed impossible, unbearable. But ten seconds... surely she could endure ten seconds?

"Okay," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I'll do it."

Aurora's smile widened, predatory and confident. "Spread your legs wider. And keep your hands at your sides."

Emelia tensed her jaw, bracing herself as she complied. Her fingers curled into the sheets, knuckles white with strain. She could do this. She had to.

Without warning, Aurora clicked the vibrator to its maximum setting. The device roared to life, its powerful motor sending visible tremors through its sleek surface before she pressed it directly against Emelia's swollen clit.

"Ten," Aurora began, her voice deliberately slow and teasing.

"Fuck!" Emelia's back arched off the bed, the sudden intense vibration shocking her system.

"Nine..."

"Aurora! Shit—" Emelia's legs trembled violently, her toes curling as she fought against the overwhelming sensation.

"Eight..."

"God! Fucking—ahh!" Her hips bucked involuntarily, desperate to escape yet craving more.

"Seven... Getting close yet, princess?"

"N-no! Fuck! Ahhh—" Emelia bit her lip hard enough to draw blood.

"Six..."

"Aurora! Please—" Her words dissolved into unintelligible moans, sweat beading across her forehead.

"Five... halfway there..."

"Shit! Shit! FUCK!" Emelia thrashed, her control slipping with each passing second.

"Four..."

"Aurora! I can't—goddamn it—" Her breathing came in short, desperate gasps.

"Three..."

"I'm cumming! Fuck, I'm cumming!" Emelia cried out, her body tensing as the orgasm began to crest.

Aurora immediately yanked the vibrator away, leaving Emelia teetering on the precipice. Her fiancée sobbed as the denial hit her like a physical blow, her body trembling with unfulfilled need.

"No cumming for my princess until the wedding," Aurora announced, satisfaction dripping from every word.

"No!" Emelia screamed, tears streaming down her face. "Please, no! Aurora, you can't do this to me! Please!"

Aurora watched Emelia's desperate struggle with undisguised delight, her dark eyes glittering with sadistic pleasure. Without warning, she pressed the vibrator back against Emelia's hypersensitive clit, the powerful motor buzzing relentlessly against the swollen bundle of nerves.

"Just think, princess," Aurora purred, her free hand stroking Emelia's sweat-dampened hair. "This is going to be your new daily routine. Every single morning, I'm going to edge you like this." She leaned closer, her breath hot against Emelia's ear. "And every single night, I'll do it again. Over and over and over."

"Aurora, please—" Emelia's plea dissolved into a strangled cry as Aurora increased the pressure.

"And you know what the best part is?" Aurora's smile widened, showing teeth. "You will never, ever cum. Not until our wedding night. Just constant, relentless denial."

Emelia's back arched off the bed, her thighs trembling violently. "I can't—fuck!—I'm cumming again! I'm cumming!"

Aurora yanked the vibrator away instantly, laughing as Emelia sobbed with frustration. Her body convulsed, chasing the denied release.

"No no no, princess. That's not allowed." Aurora's laughter was musical, almost innocent in its cruelty.

Without mercy, she pressed the vibrator directly back against Emelia's clit, watching her fiancée's face contort with overwhelming sensation.

"No! Aurora! Please!" Emelia thrashed wildly. "I'm still there—I'm cumming, I'm cumming!"

Aurora pulled the vibrator away again, leaving Emelia gasping and trembling.

"Hold it, princess," Aurora commanded, her voice firm despite her amused smile. "Control yourself."

She placed the vibrator against Emelia's clit for just one torturous second before removing it again, keeping her fiancée suspended at the exact point of no return.

"Maybe one more," Aurora teased as she pressed the vibrator back against Emelia's swollen clit.

"No—fuck—Aurora!" Emelia's entire body convulsed, her back arching off the bed as the vibrations tore through her hypersensitive nerves. "I'm cumming! I'm cumming!"

Aurora yanked it away just as Emelia's thighs began to clamp together. "That's three denials in a row. How many more do you think you can take?"

Emelia couldn't even form words, her chest heaving with ragged breaths, mascara-stained tears streaming down her flushed cheeks. Her pussy clenched desperately around nothing, visibly pulsing with need.

"Let's find out." Aurora slammed the vibrator back against her clit without warning.

"Aurora! Fuck! I'm—" Emelia's words dissolved into unintelligible moans, her body thrashing wildly. "I'm cumming again! Please!"

The vibrator disappeared, leaving Emelia suspended at the edge. Before she could even catch her breath, Aurora pressed it against her again.

"Jesus fucking—AURORA!" Emelia screamed, her body rigid with tension. "I'm cumming! I'm cumming!"

Aurora's laughter filled the room as she pulled away again, watching Emelia's desperate writhing with unmasked enjoyment. "You know you're not actually cumming, right? You just think you are."

"I can't—I can't—" Emelia sobbed, her words slurring together.

Aurora repositioned the vibrator, this time pressing it directly against the hood of Emelia's clit. The effect was instantaneous.

"FUCK! Oh god! Aurora!" Emelia's eyes rolled back, her mouth open in a silent scream. "Cumming! I'm cumming!"

Again, Aurora denied her at the critical moment. Without pause, she pressed the vibrator between Emelia's swollen labia, letting it buzz against her entrance.

"No! Not there! Too much!" Emelia's hips bucked wildly, trying simultaneously to escape and chase the sensation. "I'm—fuck—I'm cumming!"

"Seven times you've 'cum' now," Aurora mocked, removing the vibrator once more. "And yet somehow you're still desperate."

She dragged the vibrating tip up Emelia's slit before pressing it firmly against her clit again. Emelia's reaction was violent, her entire body convulsing.

"Please! Aurora! I can't—I'm cumming! Cumming!"

Aurora pulled away, then immediately pushed back in. "Nine."

"AURORA!" Emelia screamed, tears streaming freely down her face, body contorted in pleasure-pain. "I'M CUMMING! PLEASE!"

"Ten." Aurora finally removed the vibrator completely, clicking it off. The sudden silence was deafening.

Emelia lay boneless against the sheets, her chest heaving with each ragged breath. Aurora ran a possessive hand along Emelia's inner thigh, savoring the full-body shudder that followed her touch. "Now that we've settled that little arrangement, it's time to get your belt back on, princess."

Emelia's eyes snapped open. "No." She clamped her thighs shut and scrambled backward on the bed. "I won't let you."

"Excuse me?" Aurora's voice dropped dangerously low.

"You heard me." Emelia crossed her arms over her chest, chin lifted in defiance despite her tear-stained face. "I'm not going back in that fucking thing. Not after what you just did."

Aurora tilted her head, observing Emelia like a predator sizing up wounded prey. "Open your legs, Emelia."

"No."

"This isn't a request."

"I don't care." Emelia pressed her thighs tighter together. "I'd rather sleep on the couch for a month than spend another minute in chastity."

Aurora's smile was sharp enough to cut glass. "Is that right?"

In one fluid motion, she lunged forward. Before Emelia could react, Aurora's hand forced between her tightly clenched thighs. Two fingers plunged deep inside her still-sensitive pussy without warning.

"Oh fuck!" Emelia's resistance crumbled instantly. Her back arched involuntarily, thighs falling open as Aurora curled her fingers against that perfect spot inside. "Aurora—Christ—"

"What was that about not going back in the belt?" Aurora twisted her wrist, fingers pressing relentlessly against Emelia's g-spot.

"Oh god—right there—fuck!" Emelia's eyes rolled back, all thoughts of resistance evaporating. Her hips bucked against Aurora's hand, chasing the pleasure she'd been denied repeatedly. "Please don't stop—please, baby—right there!"

Aurora leaned over her trembling fiancée, lips brushing against her ear. "Does your pussy belong to you, princess?"

"No—fuck—it's yours!" Emelia gasped, clutching desperately at Aurora's shoulders. "It's yours, it's all yours!"

Aurora pumped her fingers faster, her wrist working at a punishing pace. "Who owns this pussy, Emelia? Tell me again."

"You do! You own it! Aurora owns my pussy!" Emelia thrashed beneath her, primal need overtaking everything else. Her inner walls clenched desperately around Aurora's fingers as pressure built rapidly inside her. "Fuck! I'm cumming! Aurora, I'm gonna cum!"

Instead of pulling away as she had before, Aurora reached for the vibrator with her free hand. She clicked it back on—maximum setting—and pressed it directly against Emelia's swollen clit while her fingers continued their relentless assault on her g-spot.

"FUCK! AURORA!" Emelia's scream tore through the room, her entire body convulsing violently. Her back arched so sharply it looked painful, thighs quaking uncontrollably as the dam finally broke.

A gush of clear fluid erupted from her, drenching Aurora's hand, wrist, and the sheets beneath them. The initial jet was followed by several more as Aurora maintained the dual assault on her clit and g-spot.

"THANK YOU! THANK YOU! OH GOD AURORA THANK YOU!" Emelia's words tumbled out between ragged gasps, her eyes rolled back and unfocused. "So good—fuck—still cumming—still—FUCK—AURORA!"

Another wave of fluid soaked the already drenched bed as Emelia's pussy contracted rhythmically around Aurora's fingers. Her body jerked with each pulse of pleasure, completely at the mercy of her orgasm.

"YES—fuck—yours—all yours—AURORA!" Her speech fragmented further, dissolving into incoherent praise as her mind shattered under the intensity of her release. "Love you—so much—so fucking much—FUCK!"

Emelia's nails dug crescents into Aurora's shoulders as she rode out the seemingly endless waves of pleasure, her hips bucking wildly against the relentless stimulation.

"AURORA! FUCK! STILL CUMMING!" Her voice broke as another powerful contraction hit her, sending more fluid gushing onto the soaked sheets.

Aurora dropped the vibrator onto the bed without turning it off, the device buzzing angrily against the damp sheets. Her fingers never slowed their relentless assault on Emelia's g-spot, curling and pressing. She leaned forward, her lips finding the sensitive spot below Emelia's ear.

"You're so fucking beautiful when you cum after being denied," Aurora murmured, her hot breath sending shivers down Emelia's spine. Her teeth grazed the delicate skin of her neck, leaving goosebumps in their wake. "The way your whole body just... surrenders."

Emelia's back arched as Aurora's fingers twisted inside her, hitting that perfect spot again. "Fuck—Aurora—"

Aurora traced her tongue along Emelia's collarbone, tasting the salt of her sweat-slicked skin. Her lips traveled lower, pressing open-mouthed kisses across her chest.

"You know I can't resist you when you pout like that," Aurora confessed, her voice husky with desire. "When you try to get your own way..." She nipped at Emelia's skin, leaving a mark. "So fucking hot watching you try to defy me."

Emelia's fingers tangled in Aurora's hair, holding her close as pleasure continued to pulse through her oversensitive body. Her hips bucked against Aurora's hand, chasing more of the sensation.

"Aurora—fuck—" Emelia's words dissolved into a high-pitched moan as Aurora's thumb brushed against her clit. "I'm gonna cum again—oh god—"

Her thighs began to tremble violently, inner walls clenching rhythmically around Aurora's fingers. Aurora's lips curved into a smile against Emelia's flushed skin, feeling the telltale fluttering beginning again.

"Cum for me again, princess," Aurora commanded, her voice honeyed yet firm.

Emelia's eyes fluttered, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps as Aurora's fingers continued their relentless pace inside her. The oversensitivity bordered on painful, yet her body responded eagerly to Aurora's touch, craving more despite the intensity.

"I can't—it's too—" Emelia's protest dissolved into a whimper as Aurora curled her fingers just right, pressing against that swollen spot that made her vision blur.

"You can," Aurora insisted, her lips hovering mere inches from Emelia's. "And you will."

Emelia's hands flew up, fingers tangling in Aurora's hair as she pulled her down. Their mouths crashed together, desperate and hungry. Emelia needed the anchor, something to ground her as the second orgasm built within her overworked body.

Aurora kissed her deeply, swallowing Emelia's moans as her fingers maintained their perfect rhythm. Unlike the violent, explosive release before, this orgasm built more gradually, washing over Emelia in gentle yet insistent waves.

"Aurora—fuck—I'm yours—" Emelia's words vibrated against Aurora's lips, the confession muffled but unmistakable. Her thighs trembled as the tension peaked, her body arching slightly off the bed.

She clung to Aurora with desperate intensity, fingernails digging into her scalp as she held her close. Their lips never parted as the pleasure crested through her, softer but no less consuming than before.

"I love you—god—I love you so much—" Emelia moaned into Aurora's mouth, her body trembling with aftershocks as Aurora gentled her movements, helping her ride through the climax.

Unlike the explosive squirting orgasm before, this release was intimate and contained, her inner walls pulsing around Aurora's fingers while her body curved into Aurora's rather than arching wildly away. The tremors passed through her in subtle waves, her quiet whimpers caught and treasured between their joined lips.

As the last waves of pleasure subsided, Emelia collapsed against the mattress, her chest heaving with each ragged breath. Her limbs felt weightless, disconnected from her body in the post-orgasmic haze. Aurora gently withdrew her fingers, eliciting a final whimper from her fiancée's trembling lips.

Aurora stretched out beside her, propping herself up on one elbow. She reached out with her clean hand and tenderly brushed a sweat-dampened strand of hair from Emelia's flushed face. Her expression softened as she gazed down at her thoroughly satisfied partner.

"Look at you," Aurora murmured, stroking Emelia's cheek with the pad of her thumb. "Absolutely beautiful."

Emelia turned her face into the touch, eyes still closed as she savored the gentle contact after such intense pleasure. A lazy smile curved her lips, her body still occasionally twitching with aftershocks.

"You should go have a shower, princess." Aurora pressed a soft kiss to Emelia's forehead. "We need to leave in two hours."

"Mmm," Emelia hummed, not quite ready to move yet. "Don't think my legs work anymore."

Aurora chuckled, her fingers trailing down Emelia's neck to trace lazy patterns across her collarbone. "And tonight," she continued, voice dropping to that sultry tone that never failed to make Emelia shiver, "you owe me four orgasms from that pretty mouth of yours."

Emelia's eyes finally fluttered open, meeting Aurora's heated gaze. She bit her lip, a playful glint replacing the post-orgasmic daze. "Deal."

She reached up, fingers tangling in Aurora's hair as she pulled her down for a lazy kiss. When they parted, Emelia's smile turned mischievous. "That was super fun, but no chastity cage for a while, please?"

Aurora laughed, pressing another quick kiss to her lips before sitting up. "We'll see about that."