[ Everything up to this point has had a steep learning curve with steeper repercussions to complement. It's not the normal nature of life, but it is of Denji's. When there's a tidal wave rushing at your back, daintily dipping your toe into the water gets you washed out; someone like her knows you have to get paddling. Whether you're flailing or not, failing or not, it doesn't matter that you're swimming well. What matters is that you make it out with your chin above water. That's good enough.
But with sex — this thing with Aki, it isn't. Apparently, it's not just about feeling good, but how you feel it, is what she's learning. In a way, she understood that already, to an extent. It's why she tried so hard earlier, to overcompensate for her inexperience, because if she can't do something well, she can at least overwhelm her into not noticing. And it's why, at first, the tenderness with which Aki steadily does the same thing Denji had, but with both her holes, but better, but right, tastes torturous, tang on the tip of her tongue. The stretch of her fingers dragging inside her openings, making ground and then not, then pulling back in tandem, tastes like she has an axe to grind and she's chosen her body for the whetstone.
Briefly, Denji wonders if she's mad at her. She knows damn well there are myriad reasons for it, to treat her piss poor, but the thought doesn't fit right in these circumstances. Doesn't slot into place when it sounds like Aki's cooing at her, showing her how to do it just like that, just like how Denji asked.
[ She doesn't know what to feel, can't even finish the sentence before she's groaning. Her hot insides squeezing around her fingers, cunt weeping fresh self-lubricant all across Aki's palm, down to her wrist. The heel of her foot gives an involuntary kick into the air, as if the touch had triggered some sort of strained reflex. ]
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But with sex — this thing with Aki, it isn't. Apparently, it's not just about feeling good, but how you feel it, is what she's learning. In a way, she understood that already, to an extent. It's why she tried so hard earlier, to overcompensate for her inexperience, because if she can't do something well, she can at least overwhelm her into not noticing. And it's why, at first, the tenderness with which Aki steadily does the same thing Denji had, but with both her holes, but better, but right, tastes torturous, tang on the tip of her tongue. The stretch of her fingers dragging inside her openings, making ground and then not, then pulling back in tandem, tastes like she has an axe to grind and she's chosen her body for the whetstone.
Briefly, Denji wonders if she's mad at her. She knows damn well there are myriad reasons for it, to treat her piss poor, but the thought doesn't fit right in these circumstances. Doesn't slot into place when it sounds like Aki's cooing at her, showing her how to do it just like that, just like how Denji asked.
Yeah, maybe she's imagining things. Maybe she's thinking too much. ]
Feels — mm, hah —
[ She doesn't know what to feel, can't even finish the sentence before she's groaning. Her hot insides squeezing around her fingers, cunt weeping fresh self-lubricant all across Aki's palm, down to her wrist. The heel of her foot gives an involuntary kick into the air, as if the touch had triggered some sort of strained reflex. ]
Where'd you — learn that?