On the Edge of your Seat

This is, of course, far from the first time Mash had gotten to make love to Tonelico.

Tonelico herself does not remember, mind you. But to Mash, these were precious memories she would carry with her until she dies. Oh, these are embarrassing to look back to, certainly, filled with clumsy fumbling and experimentations- the most Mash had done at the time as sharing a couple kisses with Senpai, back when thought closeness had to also mean romantic bond- but she still regards them with fondness.

Things are different now, however. Mash is more experienced- and very, very well coached.

“N-not again- Mash- come on- lemme come- lemme come-”

None of Mash’s memories include Tonelico like this- on the verge of tears, nails desperately digging into her back, sweaty beyond measure. Uncaring of her plight, Mash slows her hips down once more, denying the woman her orgasm for the fourth time tonight.

Endurance has always been my weak point, Morgan told her. If you want her to beg, you must drag it out.

“Just one more time.” Mash kisses her forehead sweetly. “One more time and I’ll let you come, alright?”

Tonelico shakes her head furiously. Her heels dig into Mash’s back, trying to get any sort of friction- but Mash stands still as a rock.

It’s an intoxicating sight. Mash has only ever known Tonelico as one to take the lead. Being able to pin her down like this, to just do as she wishes with the legendary savior- it makes shivers go down Mash’s spine. She can’t take it. She has to drive this woman insane.

Judging that sufficient time had passed, Mash press the button on the remote, increasing the intensity of the vibe taped on Tonelico’s clit once more. The fae cries out, clawing at Mash’s back, every scratch bringing the delicious sting of victory. “Please! Please please please please I wanna come I wanna come I wanna come.”

And there it is- the begging. Tonelico the savior, conqueror of a thousand calamities, pleading for Mash’s mercy. Mash is a shielder, Chaldea’s right-hand servant, fairy knight Galahad- and she has never felt so powerful as she does in this small bedroom.

She starts bucking her hips again, pressing down on the tall fairy with all her weight. She’s stretched obscenely around Mash’s strap, the large toy almost too much to bear- I learned from Wryneck back then that I affectionated size, back when I still enjoyed vaginal penetration, Morgan had whispered to her prior. What a treasure it is to have her to know the ins and outs of Tonelico’s preferences- Mash is learning the hard way that there were many things Tonelico had kept away from her back then, out of pride, she can only assume.

Now Mash is shattering that pride to pieces, every snap of her hips rendering her a bubbling incoherent mess, openly crying begging please, please, I wanna come, I wanna come, Mash, please-

“Then come for me, Tonelico.”

It’s like a dam breaking. Tonelico’s entire body shakes violently, limbs flailing aimlessly, and as her back arches off the mattress she honest to god screams Mash’s name.

“Good girl.” Mash kisses the crown of her head, bottoming out one last time. “Good girl.”