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Well done. [She's calmed herself to speak clearly and without her playful little mewling interjections. Cantarella gives her a gentle smile. See how easy that was, Rin? See how easy it is to try and maintain control? It's always bittersweet, those glimpses of a person blinking through the fog of their corruption. There's a pretty wide gap between being in heat and being devoured by the whispers of the deep, but one thing is certain: They are both insatiable forces.]
You can have what you're asking for, and maybe we'll even play a little as reward, all right?
[Her hand always starts out very gentle rather than firm, but it can always come down at any time. Cantarella gets more mileage with the shadow of what she's capable of than with any actual force. Even without that reputation here, she holds herself with confidence. It's a more annoying side effect of the mental suit that this fantasy has now become a den over overthinking. It's just about the only thing keeping her from indulging right then and there.]
But I think you should keep this on until you're safely in my care. [She gives that pretty collar a little tug, setting it less haphazardly around Rin's neck. A memory of their first meeting revisits her, the heat of the young woman's breath and the ticklish brush of her tongue across her chest. She throbs.] I'll get it for you, as well as something to play with. How's that, dear one?
[The tightening of the collar, the agreement, the pet name. Rin's whole world feels turned upside down. In a good way. A dizzying way. Eagerly she nods, and quickly repositions herself by Cantarella's side. Both arms loop around Cantarella's like a clingy paramour incapable of withstanding another moment apart from the object of their desire.]
That sounds lovely... What would you like to play with?
[The staff that once had been after Rin like a mob all seem to sigh and slowly disperse. Returning to their jobs and trying to put their past struggles behind them. Though the matching leash to the collar she has on does get conveniently left behind on one of the nearby racks.]
[The girl doesn't mean to do this, she knows, but when Rin attaches herself to Cantarella, it jostles her, dragging the loose, cheap fabric of the bottom-of-the-barrel boutique dress she's wearing across her particularly sensitive breasts.
They're the worst they've ever been today, partly due to the earlier collision and partly exacerbated by the suit flare. The movement of her chest when she sways slightly to the side to accommodate Rin's clinging weight is greatly exaggerated. It gets her to shudder.]
You, of course, above all. You did call for my aid, didn't you? [She scent-marked some changing stall doors, a signal Cantarella wouldn't have even noticed if it hadn't been pointed out to her, with her pleasure center currently firing at maximum power mentally while Rin has all but been consumed by her own body's tactile sensations.
She scoops the inconspicuous leash up with the palm of her free hand as they walk. Even this, threaded back through Rin's legs, might make her earlier mewling seem like a whisper.] Something to keep those legs of yours apart? Or something to rub against. Whatever it is, you should choose something with a texture you can appreciate. You may be feeling it a great deal.
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You can have what you're asking for, and maybe we'll even play a little as reward, all right?
[Her hand always starts out very gentle rather than firm, but it can always come down at any time. Cantarella gets more mileage with the shadow of what she's capable of than with any actual force. Even without that reputation here, she holds herself with confidence. It's a more annoying side effect of the mental suit that this fantasy has now become a den over overthinking. It's just about the only thing keeping her from indulging right then and there.]
But I think you should keep this on until you're safely in my care. [She gives that pretty collar a little tug, setting it less haphazardly around Rin's neck. A memory of their first meeting revisits her, the heat of the young woman's breath and the ticklish brush of her tongue across her chest. She throbs.] I'll get it for you, as well as something to play with. How's that, dear one?
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That sounds lovely... What would you like to play with?
[The staff that once had been after Rin like a mob all seem to sigh and slowly disperse. Returning to their jobs and trying to put their past struggles behind them. Though the matching leash to the collar she has on does get conveniently left behind on one of the nearby racks.]
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They're the worst they've ever been today, partly due to the earlier collision and partly exacerbated by the suit flare. The movement of her chest when she sways slightly to the side to accommodate Rin's clinging weight is greatly exaggerated. It gets her to shudder.]
You, of course, above all. You did call for my aid, didn't you? [She scent-marked some changing stall doors, a signal Cantarella wouldn't have even noticed if it hadn't been pointed out to her, with her pleasure center currently firing at maximum power mentally while Rin has all but been consumed by her own body's tactile sensations.
She scoops the inconspicuous leash up with the palm of her free hand as they walk. Even this, threaded back through Rin's legs, might make her earlier mewling seem like a whisper.] Something to keep those legs of yours apart? Or something to rub against. Whatever it is, you should choose something with a texture you can appreciate. You may be feeling it a great deal.