Trying Something New

Another fill from the kink meme. This time the prompt was a dom!Marisa over a sub!Natasha. Natasha is also the most accidentally kinky cleric ever.

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"How's that?"



"Mmph." Stupid, of course she wouldn't be able to talk... Although that way she raised her eyebrow was priceless.



"Right, sorry, is that too tight?" Natasha shook her head no.



"Too loose?" Again, no.



"...Is it even on right?" Natasha ‘hmm’d’ in response, looking down thoughtfully at the item in question. It had taken them a good half hour to figure out the damned thing in the first place. All made up of leather straps and buckles in a way that ended up puzzling them both.



Marisa almost wished that she asked for an explanation of any sort from the shopkeeper, though with the way he creepily slunk up to them and asked if they wanted a demonstration had her refusing, purchasing it, and getting Natasha out of there post haste.



For all of it's frustration though, the harness was, in Marisa's humble opinion, well worth it. The cleric was always at her mercy, really, but this was different. Seeing her in this position, nude and bound on display for her, only her, pooled lust in her belly hotter then the efforts of any dragon could compare.



All she had to do was ask her lover if she wanted to try something different, and Natasha had agreed at once, in all her naive benevolence. And now...



"...Now I'll make you beg." Sudden alarm showing in Natasha's face told Marisa that she had not been expecting this at all. The swordswoman gave it little thought as she leaned forward and began paying that place where her neck and shoulder met special attention.



Marisa started off slow, attacking the spots she had mapped out and labeled as strictly teasing. A light stroke up her spine at the small of her back, and one hand lightly running up her cheekbones, cupping the side of her face tenderly, telling her please keep trusting me, I promise I'll make this good for you.



Natasha slowly relaxed, sighing contently and nuzzling into the hand as best she could. Said hand began a long journey south, stopping to idly trace the cleric's collarbone.



"We have all the time in the world." Marisa rasped just above a whisper into her ear, before giving said ear a nibble for emphasis. She then reached somewhere behind Natasha, and a few seconds later, a blindfold fell over her eyes.



"Mmm?" The closest thing to a question she could force through the gag. She seemed to accept it quickly though, possibly because there were much more important things to focus on. Like the fingers Marisa was running down her body for example.



The swordswoman tried her best to keep the cleric guessing, one moment teasing her ribs, and another squeezing her behind, another still blowing on her inner thighs...



It seemed to be working with the way that Natasha, over considerable time, had been reduced to a quivering mess. Noticing that the bound woman was literally dripping at this point made now seem like a good time to take more direct action.



Running her tongue up Natasha's thigh clued the holy woman into the possibility that the main event was about to begin. Marisa hesitated though, deciding at the last minute that she didn't want the evening to come to an end just yet, instead opting to remain teasing her thigh and just around the cleric's center, deliberately avoiding the most pleasurable of places.



Oddly enough, Natasha seemed to be just fine with this decision, mood not seeming to shift once. Curious.



Marisa wasn't sure how much time passed as she drew pleasured gasps and moans from her cleric, but her tongue was beginning to get tired. To her pleasant surprise, when she finally tasted Natasha properly, she gave the most violent jerk the restraints would allow, clinking the buckles as she strained her legs to move.



It was easy to predict when the cleric was nearing the edge, all Marisa had to do was perk up her ears and listen for Natasha to give her the undoubted sign. Sure enough, she heard the beginning sniffs and sobs that normally came with the healer's climax. Naturally, Marisa backed off at this point, let her simmer, before starting her climb again.



This pattern continued until Marisa saw fit to remove her lover's gag.



"Beg me." She didn't, though Marisa suspected Natasha hadn't even noticed she was ungagged at that point.



"Beg me." She demanded again, twisting Natasha's head to make eye contact.



"Please don't stop..." Oh, that was just perfect.



"What do you want?" Marisa asked, considerably less forcefully now that she had the cleric's attention. Though she might not hold it for long, the way she was rubbing between those creamy thighs...



"Don't stop, don't ever stop, please..."



"What. Do. You. Want?" Marisa repeated, wanting more. She hoped Natasha would be up for this again. This was addicting.



"I never want this to end!" Wait.



What?



...hold on.



"...are you telling me this is alright? Not cumming?"



"Yes, yes please...!" Marisa knew for a fact this wasn't how it was supposed to go. Not that she was experienced, mind, but this scenario or anything similar wasn't in that book she borrowed from Tethys.



"Ah... mmmmnnnngh!" Should she ask her? Tethys at least knew how to keep a secret... Though the trouble the dancer put her through when she had swallowed her pride and asked for help was...



"Marisaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh!" Oh by every god she wanted that again.



"Say my name again."



"Mar-gggh?!" The swordswoman was now inside her, testing to see just how close she could hold Natasha from exploding.



"Say it."



"Mmmmmmaaaaaah!"



"Say it!" She needed this!



"Mariiiiiisaaaaaaa..." Natasha just barely managed to whimper. Well, Marisa mused, she couldn't not end it after that. Like a woman possessed, she suddenly hooked her fingers up and thrust. Repeatedly. Nothing was on Marisa's mind except overwhelming her completely.



It wasn't until after Natasha's scream subsided that Marisa considered maybe she should've been gagged for that.



Thought for such practical notions though couldn't be spared, as Marisa was trying her hardest to burn the image of a crying, twitching, well fucked Natasha to her most permanent of memories.



As Natasha tried to pull herself together from the most tumultuous experience of her entire life, Marisa busied herself with undoing the harness, and wiping up the tears that just wouldn't stop coming. Soon, the cleric found herself in their bedroll with Marisa spooning up to her.



"...where ever did you get such an idea...?"



"It's a secret." Marisa would admit to nobody how she was inspired for tonight. By the goddess herself, Tethys' involvement would forever be unknown.



"Uhm... did... did..."



"Spit it out."



"...Did you get what you wanted?"



"...What do you mean?"



"You... asked me if you wanted to try something different. H-have I pleased you...?" ...No. No she could not have possibly thought-!



"I didn't ask because I wasn't satisfied with you."



"You... you didn't?"



"I asked because I wanted to find a new way to please you."



"O-oh..."



"So yes. I got exactly what I wanted." There was little doubt in either of their minds that Natasha was extremely pleased with how it played out. Hell, once Natasha realized how loud she screamed, she'd probably run about the camp trying to do damage control tomorrow.



"I see..." Thankfully, she didn't realize. The last thing she wanted was her boneless, sated cleric anywhere but her arms right now.



"I love you." Natasha sighed sleepily as she began to doze off. Marisa didn't reply, only held her a little tighter and pressed a kiss into the back of her neck.



...maybe she should borrow more books from Tethys...