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Ava woke up to the smell of pancakes and the sound of light classic music playing in the kitchen. Well, she thought it was classical, Beatrice had been trying to teach her the difference between periods of music, but she couldn't really hear a distinction.
Sometimes this life felt like a dream, to have someone as wonderful as Beatrice to love her, to take care of her every need. The sun was streaming in through the window and onto the bed, Ava stretched out, recalling the previous day.
It had been a perfect morning of fucking Beatrice, followed by a torturous day of being edged with a butt plug and then fingered to completion at work. Which had been, hot as fuck. Bea had promised her one more orgasm at home, as a reward for spending the day stretched open for her. But who was strong, stoic Beatrice in the face of Ava's pout?
When they had gotten home, Beatrice thought it would satisfy Ava just to make her cum by stimulating her clit while she removed the toy from her ass. But immediately after, Ava gave her those puppy dog eyes, and pointed out how ready her ass was for Beatrice to take. What option did Bea have except to put on their smaller harness and Ava's favourite anal dildo, and let her girlfriend ride it until she came once more, and promptly fell asleep.
Ava took in more of her surroundings, it was obvious that after she passed out Beatrice had cleaned up. The trail of clothes they had left were no longer scattered on the floor. None of their toys were lying out, Bea must have washed and put them away. She herself was in one of Beatrice's large sleep shirts that she often stole, but didn't remember putting on last night.
That same, beautiful woman, was now making her breakfast, letting her sleep in on their day off. Ava was going to do whatever she could, to show Beatrice her appreciation today. She rolled out of bed with the intention of going straight to her love.
Ava's bare feet hit the wood floor, and she was met with the same feeling she had every morning. It was nice, she was grateful really, for this perfect life that had once seemed unattainable. So she wasn't complaining, but when every wish had been granted, did it hurt to make one more? Ava felt so much more than she could have ever imagined, she'd felt every moment of their sex marathon yesterday and it was awesome.
Her only remaining wish, was to continue to feel it today. How hot would it be to feel the evidence of Bea all over her body? With how hard Beatrice fucked her, Ava thought it would probably leave traces on her body for days. That was, if she was normal, and not supercharged by a Halo from another realm.
Ava made her way out to the kitchen. There was Beatrice, wearing her red flannel boxers and a loose black v-neck, flipping a pancake. Did she have to be so sexy all the time? How was Ava expected to keep it in her pants when her girlfriend looked like that?
She tried to sneak up on Bea, but as per usual, when the shorter woman's arms wrapped around Beatrice's waist, she made no indication that she was surprised.
"Good morning darling," Beatrice said as Ava raised herself onto the balls of her feet to rest her chin on her girlfriend's shoulder.
"Hey baby," Ava inhaled in the scent of the pancakes, "smells good in here."
Beatrice placed the spatula down and spun around to face Ava. She moved her hands down Ava's back, over her ass until she reached the point where round butt met toned leg. The oversized shirt she had put on Ava last night didn't reach that far down, so when Beatrice tensed her arms and lifted her girlfriend into the air, she was grasping bare ass.
Ava wrapped her legs around Bea's waist and her arms around her shoulders. From her new angle, she leaned down to press their lips together. They kissed slowly, like two people in love on a day off. Beatrice sucked lightly on Ava's bottom lip, massaging it with her tongue to goad the Halo Bearer to further action. It produced the desired results as Ava started to roll her hips languidly onto Beatrice's body.
They stayed there for a few moments, both enjoying the closeness of their intimate kiss. As a bonus for Ava, she was getting turned on rubbing her pussy lips onto her girlfriend's pajamas.
With a turn of her head, Beatrice broke the kiss. She took one hand away from Ava's body to move back to the stove and remove the pan from the heat before the pancakes could burn.
Ava took the opportunity to pepper small kisses down Bea's strong jawline, landing at the most sensitive part of her neck and latching on. She grazed the skin with her teeth as she sucked a mark there. Beatrice seemed to enjoy the move as she dropped Ava onto an empty patch of counter and started pushing her hips into the Halo Bearer, taking control of the pace that Ava's center received the pressure she craved.
"Ava," Beatrice breathed.
"Mmm?" Ava responded.
The couple broke away from each other, pressing their foreheads together and breathing each other in.
"Are you gonna feed me pancakes up here or fuck me before breakfast?" Ava destroyed the soft moment with expected crassness.
"Neither." Beatrice picked the smaller girl up by her waist and placed her feet back on the floor, "You're going to go wash up and then we're going to eat breakfast together, at the table, like civilized people."
"If you wanted civilized you picked the wrong bitch," Ava stated as she started towards the bathroom.
"Good girl," Beatrice said with a smirk as she swatted Ava's ass just before she was out of reach.
Ava stopped immediately, turning on her heels to face her girlfriend. Bea's expression would have been unreadable to anyone else, but Ava could see the regret of taunting an uncharacteristically compliant brat. When Ava smiled sweetly, she could see the smallest tightening of Bea's jaw.
With a lunge, Ava moved towards Beatrice with enough force that they would go tumbling to the floor. Bea braced herself for the impact, planning in a split second how to defend herself. Just as she was about to be in range to make a grab for Ava's arm, she stumbled forwards, grasping only air between her fingers.
Ava had phased, directly through Beatrice. When the taller woman turned around, her girlfriend was stuffing a pancake into her mouth.
"And if you want a good girl, you should fuck me into one," Ava said with the food still in her mouth. She beamed at her girlfriend and trotted towards the bathroom. Beatrice was left alone in the kitchen, pinching the bridge of her nose and taking a calming breath.
It seemed like a bad idea to reward Ava's obnoxious behaviour, but Beatrice rationalized that she had instigated the reaction. So she grabbed the gift box she'd decorated with a gold bow and placed it on the set table, along with the pancakes. In reality, Beatrice couldn't wait another moment to show Ava her surprise, regardless of her usual brattiness.
When Ava came back into the room, she was still smug about her earlier trick. She plunked herself down at the table and starting filling her plate with pancakes, drenching them in maple syrup. Beatrice looked on in astonishment as Ava completely ignored the present sitting inches away from her, in favour of shoving too large bites of sugary breakfast into her mouth.
"Thanks for breakfast Bea," Ava said when she noticed she was being watched.
Beatrice dropped her gaze and shook her head, "You're welcome dear."
Left with the options of desperately pointing out the surprise, or waiting for Ava to finish eating, Beatrice decided to wait. She served herself a pancake and buttered it lightly.
Ava ate at approximately twice the speed of ex-nun, so she was reaching for another stack while Beatrice was finishing her first. When she went to grab the syrup to drown the next round of pancakes, the bottom of the bottle knocked into a box on the table.
"Bea?" Ava looked at her girlfriend and then back at the box.
"Yes darling?" Beatrice tried to hide her smile.
"What's uh," Ava used her head to motion towards the present on the table, "What's that?"
Now that this was really happening, Beatrice was getting nervous. Would Ava like the idea? Even if she did, would it work? With a deep steadying breath, "It's a gift, open it."
Ava grinned widely as she grabbed the gift and tore it open with the patience of a puppy devouring a treat. Once it was open she stared inside, and then turned back to her girlfriend.
"A new strap?" Ava asked.
"Mhm," Beatrice confirmed, but didn't explain further.
Ava grabbed the dildo and held it with two hands, comparing it to the others she'd taken before. It wasn't longer.
She ran her hands along the length. It seemed to have the same amount of ridges as the pink one they used most often.
She turned it around, looking for a sign of some button or switch to indicate it was going to vibrate when Beatrice fucked her with it, but found nothing.
Finally, she placed it down on the surface of the flat surface of the table but found it didn't have a particularly noteworthy curve.
Ava was stumped, she loved receiving gifts from Beatrice, but why this particular toy? She looked up at her girlfriend and found her eyes displaying some amusement, as well hints of trepidation. She would figure this out.
It was pretty, black, or maybe dark blue. Actually it might be sparkling, that was cute. Black with blue sparkles- "Oh shit."
Ava scrambled out of the chair, sprinting into the bedroom and diving onto the bed. Beatrice slowly followed her in, enjoying the excitement her girlfriend displayed. She stood in the doorway, watching as Ava covered her whole body with their duvet.
A moment later, Ava popped her head out from under the covers. She held the strap up in the air, "Bea, don't fuck with me, is this thing glowing?"
"It is," Beatrice said simply, walking over the the bed and sitting down on the edge.
"Beatrice, I love you, but I'm really gonna need you to explain what this is." Ava wrapped herself around her girlfriend from behind.
"It's a bit of a long story," Beatrice stated.
"Tell me everything."
Beatrice had come up with the idea as she lay awake in bed one night. They'd spent the evening in a fairly raucous love making session. Ava had been particularly vocal, and all her comments followed the same theme.
"Fucking mark me Bea," she had said when Beatrice bit her neck.
"Leave your hand print on my ass," she had said while Beatrice spanked her, over and over.
"Harder! I don't want to be able to sit tomorrow," she had said while Beatrice held her, face down on the bed and pounded into her pussy with their biggest strap.
Beatrice had enjoyed herself, obviously, but it still rested heavy on her heart that Ava was asking for something she couldn't give. So, she started brainstorming. How do you leave persisting marks on a woman who is automatically healed by a heavenly object?
She could try to wear Ava out. The more exhausted Ava was, the longer the Halo took to heal her, but the magnitude just wouldn't work. Even if she fucked Ava for 15 hours straight, the Halo would remove any trace by the next morning.
Really, she should be thankful Ava wasn't into knife play, she'd have to get her hands on a divinium blade.
Divinium. Obviously. Now that she realized the answer, Beatrice couldn't believe she hadn't thought of it before.
The next day, Beatrice contacted Camila to get her hands on relevant religious texts, and went to the internet to learn more about the production of sex toys. They'd done basic research before buying their current toys, but this endeavour required a thorough understanding.
It took about a week of research to solidify her plan. She knew approximately the percent of divinium an object should be composed of to affect the Halo Bearer, she knew the materials she needed to create a dildo, and she had convinced Camila to send her some pieces of divinium that wouldn't be missed at the OCS. Her own sensibilities required that she lie about why the holy material was necessary, but Camila didn't seem to believe her. It didn't matter greatly, since Beatrice had caught Ava on the phone with their friend relaying their sexual exploits on multiple occasions. Camila was sure to find out in the end.
Beatrice had some work to do breaking down the metal, and she did some test runs without the precious resource. But finally, she had created a body safe strap-on with enough divinium content that she should finally be able to give Ava exactly what she deserves.
Ava was at a loss for words, the amount of effort Beatrice had put into this was, unbelievable. She could understand now why the dildo seemed to be glowing but it wasn't as obvious as pure divinium. She ran her hands along the toy again, it felt like any other strap, but knowing what it could do sent a shiver down her spine and straight between her legs.
"Fuck me." Ava had already take off her sleep shirt by the time Beatrice turned around.
"Ava," Beatrice scolded, "We need to discuss this first. Are you sure you want me to fuck you with it?"
"Yes, Bea. Please fuck me." Ava got up from the bed to grab the harness to hurry this along.
"I'll need to be gentle with you, we don't want to overdo it the first time." Beatrice grabbed the toy and harness from Ava, making her way to the bathroom to wash it before getting started.
"Baby, the point is to fuck me hard," Ava pouted.
When Beatrice returned, she had removed her boxers and replaced them with the strap-on.
"Darling, you might not even enjoy taking this hard. What if it's the Halo protecting you that makes you like it so rough?" Beatrice tried to make her girlfriend see reason.
"Ugh fine," Ava conceded, "but I know I'm going to like it and I know I'll want you to rail me into oblivion."
Beatrice gave her an exasperated look, but made her way over to the bed. She could only abstain from a naked Ava for so long.
She climbed on top of Ava, straddling her hips and letting the strap rest on the Halo Bearers stomach. Beatrice placed both her hands on Ava's waist, and slowly dragged them up the sides of her naked body. She paused when her palms were level with Ava's breasts, rotating her thumbs up to rest on her girlfriends nipples keeping her fingers firmly against Ava's side.
Ava arched her chest up into the touch as Bea fondled the sensitive area until her nipples were hard, standing at attention for the woman teasing them.
"Harder Bea, pinch them?" Ava suggested, but it had no effect as the gentle grazing continued, "Fuck, slap them? Twist them? Something Bea!"
At this point, Ava was bucking into Bea, trying to spur her on. Beatrice knew it would be only moments before Ava got impatient, so she did move her hands - away from her girlfriend's breasts.
"What the actual fuck," Ava complained as Beatrice continued her slow ascent up the Halo Bearers body, tracing the muscles of her triceps as she placed the limbs on either side of Ava's head. Bea had to lean down, so their lips were inches apart, in order to finish her maneuver, holding Ava's wrists above her head. Beatrice left both of her hands pinning Ava's wrist down as she gently lowered her face further, just far enough to touch their lips together before pulling away slightly.
Ava was mostly helpless, held still at the hips by Bea's ripped thighs and at the wrists by her strong hands. She felt provoked by the strap now pressing onto her abdomen, when it should be fucking into it. And she felt taunted by the lips that were hovering above her face when they could be sucking, biting, licking...
A quick calculation occurred in Ava's head as Beatrice seemed to wait patiently for her next move. Her legs were free, but kicking them would do nothing to get the attention she desired. Her neck, however, had enough room to move that if she stretched up, she could probably connect to Bea's lips for a kiss.
That's exactly what Ava did, or rather, tried to do. As soon she moved to close the gap between them, she felt a hand wrap around her throat, rendering her attempt useless. But that must mean an arm was free, so she moved to grab Bea by the face, only to realize she was still pinned. Beatrice had wrapped her long fingers around both of Ava's wrists to gain the ability to choke her.
Fuck. Ava felt like every single nerve ending was on fire. Bea was putting enough pressure on her neck to make the point that Ava was entirely under her control. She squirmed briefly, partially to be obstinate and partially because this position made her so, unbelievably, horny.
Ava stopped moving, and looked up into the eyes of the woman keeping her prisoner on their bed. Beatrice was staring directly at her, still leaning achingly close to Ava's face.
"I'm yours," Ava breathed. She knew the look she was giving Beatrice was pitiful.
"I know that Ava," Beatrice acknowledged with a brief increase to the grip on her throat, "Do you?"
It wasn't hard for Ava to admit, considering their position. What was hard was taking in enough air to have this conversation.
"Yes." She took another stilted breath, "I'll be good."
Beatrice finally kissed her. It was a slow, gentle kiss, dichotomous to the rest of the scene playing out in their bedroom. Ava couldn't fathom how Bea could kiss her with such tender love, the same time she was restricting her oxygen intake and immobilizing her so thoroughly, that she was lying on damp sheets as she dripped onto the bed.
Suddenly, Ava's head was forced to the side, the hand on her throat had moved to her chin. It was easier to breath, but the grip on her chin was heavy, pushing her cheek against the pillow. Beatrice had moved her lips to press lightly against Ava's ear.
"We both know that's a lie darling," Beatrice whispered into her ear.
Ava hardly had time to react to that tasty maneuver when she was hauled up and unceremoniously tossed onto Beatrice's lap. Some people might find it nerdy that it was obvious Bea had been planning that move like she would a Judo throw. To Ava, however, getting manhandled in the nude by her girlfriend? Going swiftly from being pinned down to being draped over Bea's strong legs with her ass in the air? It made Ava want to cum on the spot.
"Bea, are you going to spank me?" Ava asked as she wiggled her butt towards Beatrice.
Beatrice didn't dignify the question with a response, not a verbal response anyway. She grabbed the back of Ava's neck to keep her still with her left hand, and landed a blow to Ava's ass with her right.
"Yes, again!" Ava demanded.
It was an expected response, Ava was a hard woman to punish, considering the treatment she enjoyed. But, Beatrice wasn't attempting to reprimand the smaller woman, this was an exercise meant for Ava's enjoyment. Which is why Bea did exactly what her girlfriend asked, smacking her ass repeatedly.
Ava was in heaven, both her ass cheeks were stinging from the attention Bea was providing. After the first few hits she had grabbed onto Bea's ankle with one hand and the bottom of the bed with the other, it helped keep her in place as her reaction to every smack had her hips jumping forwards in Beatrice's lap.
"Fuck me Bea," Ava panted, "please."
"Keep begging."
"Jesus please Bea," Ava started as Beatrice continued raining blows onto her reddened ass, "you're holding me down by the scruff of my neck like a dog, spanking me like a whore, the least you could do is fuck me."
"Are you complaining? Because if this"—Beatrice briefly paused her assault to swipe two fingers through Ava's folds, the digits returned drenched—"is anything to go by, you're thoroughly enjoying yourself."
Ava couldn't manage a witty retort in that moment, the brief contact Beatrice made with her wanting pussy had plunged her mind into a fog. She was left with a singular thought, one drive, to get Beatrice inside of her. And she would do anything to achieve her goal.
Bea had kept Ava's head still through the exchange with the firm grip on her neck, which held fast as she reached her wet fingers around her girlfriends face to the corner of her mouth. Beatrice wiped the palm of her hand across Ava's cheek before turning her hand over and following the same path once more. She knew that if Ava was holding onto any semblance of control, using her face as a cum rag would break her completely.
"Please Bea, please fuck me, I'll do anything," Ava begged.
"There she is," Beatrice beamed as she fell back into her previous rhythm of leaving hand prints on Ava's ass cheeks, "keep going, you have to earn it."
Every spank made Ava want to implode, "Please, I'm begging. Tell me what to do."
"Good girl," Beatrice stated, "beg me to fuck you gently."
"Yes, please fuck me gently! Be so careful with me." It wasn't what Ava wanted but she would take anything at this point.
Beatrice hummed in affirmation, "Just a little more beautiful, tell me what I can do to you."
"Anything Bea, my body is yours to fuck how you want. You can make love to me slowly." If Ava was slightly more coherent she might see the irony in Beatrice making her beg to be gentle while she whaled onto her butt.
The hand forcing her head down loosened, trailing up the nape of her neck to lightly scratch her scalp. Beatrice's other hand had stopped swatting her and started rubbing soothing circles where she'd left marks. It was sweet but unnecessary, considering Bea's hand would have more lasting pain from the activity.
"That's my girl," Beatrice cooed before scooping Ava up from her lap and lying her down on the bed.
At this point, Ava had become malleable. She stayed lying on her stomach until Beatrice easily rolled her over onto her back, and then watched dopily as Beatrice applied lube to the strap.
"I know you're wet for me dear, but we're going to be extra careful, right?" Beatrice prompted.
"Yes, thank you." Ava understood what would get her laid now and she didn't have any fight left, "Please be gentle with me."
Beatrice spread open Ava's legs before placing herself between them. If this was really about to be a tender session of love making, Ava is pretty sure Beatrice would have taken her shirt off. The thing is, Beatrice was an excellent listener, and Ava had expressed once that being totally naked while Bea didn't bother to take off her clothes made her feel like a whore. More specifically, that she felt like Beatrice owned her and didn't need to get naked to fuck her property. Since that conversation, Beatrice had used the information like a weapon built for Ava's pleasure.
Leaning down on her left forearm, Beatrice pressed herself against Ava's body. She placed small kisses down her neck until reaching the most sensitive junction and sucking a mark that would be gone too soon. With her right hand, she guided the tip of the strap to Ava's folds, moving it along the the length of her pussy to continue teasing her.
"Tell me if you need me to stop or slow down beautiful," Beatrice instructed.
"Yes, yes I promise," Ava panted.
A tear fell from Ava's eyes as finally, Beatrice began to press the toy into her. But Bea was moving tortuously slow, to say she was being filled inch by inch would be a gross overstatement.
When she reached the halfway point, which from Ava's perspective took 27 years, she stopped entirely. She moved her right hand to Ava's chin to hold her gaze.
"How does that feel darling?" Beatrice questioned.
"Good, so good." Ava knew it would feel even better once Beatrice hilted herself.
"You're so tight Ava, can you take any more?" Beatrice didn't show any hint that this was meant as a taunt. Even if the slow and gentle act felt like torture to Ava, Beatrice seemed to genuinely want to make sure she was comfortable.
Ava nodded her head as furiously as she could with Beatrice holding it still, "Yes I can take more, I want all of it baby. I'll tell you if it's too much."
With that reassurance, Beatrice pushed forward again, stretching Ava out further. A moan escaped her lips, which Beatrice took as an opportunity to slip her thumb into Ava's mouth and press down on her tongue. Ava sucked on the digit with abandon, rolling her tongue over it and bobbing her head like she was trying to gag on it. Her effort seemed to pay off as Bea plunged forward with more speed than she intended, burying the whole dildo inside of Ava's pussy.
Beatrice took back her thumb and adjusted her body to prop herself up over Ava with both arms.
"Fuck Bea, you're filling me up so good," Ava said, as her head rolled back against the pillow.
With a disapproving tisk, Beatrice adjusted once more to free her left hand and gave her a slap on the cheek, "Keep your eyes on me Ava."
"Uh huh, got it," Ava said as she lifted her head back up to meet Bea's eyes. Her pussy clenched around the toy at the show of force.
"Have you adjusted to the size? Can I start moving?" Beatrice checked in.
"Yes please," Ava begged.
"You're being rude Ava, you haven't even said thank you for what I've given you and you're asking for more?" This was certainly Beatrice taunting her.
"Thank you Bea! Thank you for forcing me open with your strap," Ava got out.
Beatrice began to slowly move the toy out of Ava's wet hole, before gently arching back in. If Ava's ideal strapping was a jack hammer, this was more like the bow of a first chair violinist. It was painfully slow and smooth, stretching her but with none of the bite she craved.
Suddenly Ava was slapped again, a little harder and on the opposite cheek. Her body reacted immediately as she felt wetness spill out of her.
"Are you not grateful for this Ava?" Beatrice prodded and she continued her languid thrusts.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you," Ava repeated.
"That's right beautiful, you'll take whatever I give you and you'll be thankful. Isn't that right?" Beatrice was really starting to enjoy this now that it was obvious Ava could take it.
"Yes Bea, anything you want," Ava agreed, but all she wanted was more.
"Can you cum for me like this darling? Are you my perfect little slut that can finish with the scraps I give her?" Beatrice continued her fluid hip movements and slapped Ava again.
Holy shit, Ava understood now. This wasn't just a test to see if she could handle the divinium strap, it was also a test to see how desperate she was for it. And Ava was desperate.
"I'm your perfect-" Ava was interrupted by the hardest slap yet.
"Whore." Beatrice finished the sentence for her.
Ava came, it was sudden and felt like it lasted forever as Bea kept the same pace she'd been tormenting Ava with the whole time. She kept quivering on Bea's plastic cock until it was pulled out of her.
At Ava's whine in protest, Beatrice explained, "I don't want to exhaust you in round one dear."
"Not tired, keep going," Ava complained as she grabbed for the strap, "and fuck me properly."
"Would you like it harder? Are you sure you can take it?" There was something behind Beatrice's eyes now that Ava couldn't quite name in her post orgasm haze.
"Jesus Christ, yes." Ava could not handle doing this dance again.
Apparently that was the wrong answer as Beatrice extricated herself from Ava entirely, sitting on the edge of the bed.
"Show me," Beatrice instructed.
Ava had just been spanked and slapped and fucked, her brain was not working well enough to understand what was happening. She propped herself on her elbows and stared at her girlfriend.
"Get on your knees Ava," Beatrice commanded.
"Right," Ava scrambled off the bed and settled between Beatrice's legs.
"Good girl," Beatrice ran her hands through Ava's hair as she looked down at her, "show me how rough you can take it with your mouth darling. Then I'll fuck you equally as hard."
Ava was absolutely up for this challenge, she grabbed the base of the strap and moved to envelop it with her mouth. She was stopped suddenly by a sharp pain on her scalp. Beatrice had a fist full of her hair and was holding her hostage, too far away to shove her face down on the toy. Ava let out a loud whine as she struggled against the hold.
"I'm not a piece of meat Ava, show me your tongue," Beatrice scolded.
Another exercise in patience was not what Ava needed right now, but on her knees in front of Beatrice, given a command like that, what else was she to do? She released her tongue from her mouth and waited for further instructions.
Beatrice was being unreasonably strict, she knew that that. But it was worth it to have a fucked out Ava on her knees with her mouth open, under her control. Bea used the grip on her hair to move Ava's face forwards, letting her tongue press against the base of the dildo. She pulled Ava upwards, making her run her tongue along the length of the strap.
"Do you like the taste of your cum, Ava?" Beatrice teased.
"Uh huh," Ava confirmed as Beatrice shoved her head down and up once more, forcing another full lick of the toy.
"Okay darling, you can take me in your mouth now." Beatrice still had a hold of her hair, but allowed her enough leeway to take control of her next move.
This was Ava's chance to prove herself to Beatrice, show her just how well she could take the new toy. Her hands were already resting on Bea's thighs, so she decided no hands was the way to impress her. She circled the tip once with her tongue before flattening it against the underside of the piece. Ava held Bea's eye contact, looking as enticing as possible as she lowered her mouth onto the dildo. When it hit the back of her throat, she tried to push past her initial reflex and continue, it didn't move much further but from the strangled moan above her, she could tell the effort was appreciated.
Ava slowly slid her mouth back up to the tip before descending again, adjusting her gaze to keep her eyes on the task at hand. She followed the same path over and over, gaining speed and using the momentum to force her throat further down Bea's strap every time. She didn't have enough control to stop the drool coming out of her mouth and dripping down her body. She must look like such a whore to Beatrice, the thought spurs her on further until she's started to slam herself down hard enough that tears stream down her face and intermingle with the spit.
The hand in her hair tightened, and she glanced up to see Beatrice with a wild look in her eye. She didn't know if this strap would get Bea off as well, but given the hunger she saw now, it had obviously been working.
Ava had lost control of her own actions as Beatrice began to take her pleasure from the Halo Bearers mouth by force. Both of Bea's hands had started pulling her hair to bring Ava's mouth down as she thrust up to meet her. If Ava could focus on anything other than the pain in her throat and scalp she might have been able to stop herself from migrating a hand between her legs and fucking herself with three fingers.
Luckily, Beatrice was too lost in her own pleasure to notice the indiscretion. Ava didn't last very long with Beatrice using her mouth as a fleshlight, cumming after only a few pumps into herself. With all her spare brain cells being fucked out of her, she hadn't considered the consequences of her O-face being made with a dildo being shoved into it, the strap gained even further access to throat, cutting off her flow of oxygen.
This seemed to be enough to push Beatrice over the edge. Her hips stuttered into Ava's mouth through the toy as her muscles tensed, letting out a silent scream.
The grip on Ava's hair relaxed and she unsheathed herself from the strap. She removed her cum soaked hand from between her legs and replaced it on Bea's thigh to rest while she caught her breath. The earlier pain from the spanking had already been healed, and the slapping had barely needed the Halo. Her knees hurt from kneeling, and her hair from being used as a leash; these were aches she was intimately familiar with. What she felt in her throat wasn't exactly new, Beatrice had fucked her face before, but this was different, a new kind of pain that made Ava incredibly excited.
Beatrice looked down at her girlfriend on her knees, chest heaving and hair dishevelled. Her face was a mess of cum, tears and drool, the latter continued down her naked body. She looked absolutely wrecked. Bea's first instinct was to start aftercare, clean Ava up and make her feel loved. But Ava was looking up at through her eyelashes with her sweetest doe eyes, which gave Beatrice the impression that she wasn't done yet.
"Please fuck me Bea," Ava rasped out.
There was a fine line that Beatrice walked between losing control and giving Ava the treatment she desired. She never got entirely carried away when she was in charge of Ava's pleasure, she was always ready to stop at the tap of a hand or use of a word. It wasn't quite like playing a part, because Bea really did enjoy taking everything from Ava, but she was always watching and listening, making sure the Halo Bearer was enjoying herself.
This reaction was the closest she got to losing control, with Ava looking the picture of unholiness, barely able to get the request out after having her throat fucked - Beatrice couldn't be expected to have restraint.
Beatrice lifted Ava by the shoulders and tossed her onto the bed. When Ava tried to squirm back to be fully on the bed, Bea grabbed her ankles and pulled her back down. She was lying on her back in the spot Beatrice had just vacated, with her legs hanging off the edge of the bed, spread open where Bea was standing in between.
A hand on her shoulder kept Ava in place, and another on her mouth kept her from screaming as she was abruptly stretched open. Bea had sunken the strap all the way into her pussy in one thrust. Before Ava could acclimatize to the feeling, Beatrice pulled the toy all the way out to the tip and rammed back in even harder. She fucked into her like this, keeping Ava still and silent as she took the first part of the pounding she'd been begging for.
There were still some requests that Beatrice had to fulfil before they were finished, so she released the hand she was using as a muzzle and took a rough fistful of Ava's breast as she continued the relentless pace with her hips.
This was exactly what Ava had been waiting for. The look in Bea's eyes was ravenous, like she wanted to devour Ava whole. After finishing twice already she should be able to hold off her next orgasm but she could already feel it approaching with the way Beatrice was treating her. Ava loved how it felt being fucked like this, the brutal tempo Bea set stimulated her so viciously that she teetered between blinding pleasure and numb compliance. When paired with her girlfriends hands, forcing her still and providing sweet pain to her sensitive tits, cumming was inevitable.
"You're. So. Fucking. Tight." Beatrice punctuated each word with a thrust as she switched to Ava's other side with the same hand and pinched her nipple, twisting until Ava let out a broken moan.
"Think I'm- FUCK!" Ava interrupted herself due to a stinging slap to one of her tits -"taking your cock well."
Beatrice returned to pinching one of Ava's nipples, "Do you like that Ava? Do you like being fucked like a whore?"
"Yes. Fuck, yes. Yes, yes." Ava was chanting out as Bea continued slamming into her.
"Who owns your pussy Ava?" Beatrice questioned.
"You Bea! It's yours," Ava panted. She was rewarded with another slap to her tits.
Beatrice needed to know one more thing, "Are you enough of slut that you can take more Ava?"
"Yes, harder please," Ava begged.
If Beatrice hadn't been standing, she would have already hit her peak speed, but she used her position to get more leverage. She lifted Ava's hips off of the bed, which slid her shoulders closer to the edge. The hand she'd been using to hold Ava still moved to the back of her neck, forcing her chin down against her chest. With Ava's body curled liked this, Beatrice was able to fuck down into her, using gravity to help her jack hammer into her pussy.
"Look at yourself," Beatrice commanded, she wasn't really giving Ava much choice. "Watch how you let me destroy your pussy, you won't be able to walk tomorrow, you whore."
Ava couldn't handle it anymore, Beatrice was giving her everything she could want. The new angle provided even more attention to her g-spot and the discomfort of the position made her feel like an object created for Beatrice to fuck. She would think later about how sweet it was that Bea was using her own words, even though they were outside of her comfort vocabulary. But right now, all she could think about was how fucking hot it was and how badly she wanted to cum. It felt like Beatrice was fucking her harder than she ever had before; Her whole body was on fire.
"I'm going to cum." Ava wasn't technically asking.
"Don't." Beatrice wasn't asking either.
Ava scrunched her eyes closed as tears started escape them, she was right on the edge and she needed to finish. Beatrice must have decided her hips could stay up on their own because she was pinching her nipple again.
"Eyes open Ava, and I'll let you orgasm." Beatrice instructed.
One more step and Ava would be in bliss. She used all of her willpower to pry open her eyes, staring again at the strap penetrating her pussy with abandon. If the sight wasn't enough, the wet sounds her cunt was making as it got pounded was sinful.
"Good girl," Beatrice praised.
"Please?" Was all Ava could moan out.
"Ava, cum."
It should have been embarrassing that she obeyed the command like a dog, but she was cumming too hard for any other thought to permeate her brain. Beatrice fucked her through the whole earth shattering experience. Ava's legs were quivering and her whole body ached, Beatrice finally slowed as her girlfriend's body stopped shaking.
Beatrice pulled the strap out of Ava, and gently readjusted her body so she could lie comfortably on the bed. Curling up beside her, Bea stroked Ava's face and body, gently massaging her scalp while showering her in praise.
"You did so well darling, you took me so well. Your mouth and pussy were so perfect for me. You're such a good girl."
Ava must have drifted to sleep after Beatrice fucked her, it was a common occurrence. She woke up about an hour later alone in bed again. She looked down at herself, still naked but not covered in spit and cum, making it obvious Bea had taken the care to clean her off during her nap. She had intended this day to be about Beatrice but it certainly hadn't turned out that way so far.
At least there was plenty of day left, maybe she could offer to go for a run together as a thank you. With a too sprightly leap, Ava launched herself off the bed and promptly fell over.
Beatrice sprinted into the room, having heard the thud of her girlfriend hitting the ground. She was presented with the sight of a naked Ava hauling herself back onto her feet using the bed as support. The extra stability seemed to be necessary as the wobble of her legs put Bambi to shame.
"Come here dear," Beatrice said.
Ava looked at her incredulously, but took slow deliberate steps towards her girlfriend.
"Do you feel it darling? Can you still feel me between your legs?" Beatrice was fairly certain of the answer, considering Ava's gait.
The walk over took longer than it should have, but eventually Ava reached her destination and wrapped her arms around Bea's neck.
"Y-" Ava tries to respond but tripped into a cough on the first syllable.
Beatrice handed Ava her water bottle, that obviously she'd known to have with her. She was so incredibly considerate and Ava found it so incredibly sexy. After re-hydrating, Ava was ready to construct a sentence.
"Yes baby," Ava husked out, "I think I'll be walking and talking funny for days."
All Ava got in response was a hum and a nod. Obviously, Bea needed further information.
"Which turns me like, all the way on," Ava clarified.
"Good, I'm glad." Beatrice smiled down at her girlfriend.
"Glad enough that you wanna go another round?" Ava asked, wiggling her eyebrows at Bea.
That earned a chuckle from Beatrice, "I'm going to assume you're kidding, considering you barely made it over here. But if you rest for the afternoon and want anything tonight, we can discuss it."
"Yes please!" Ava's face lit up, "I want to ride it."
"Rest first. Why don't you go lay down on the couch and I'll bring you over some lunch," Beatrice proposed.
"Carry me?" Ava said, doe eyes back in full force.
"Of course dear." Beatrice scooped Ava up with one arm around her back and the other under her legs.
Ava curled into Bea's neck, inhaling deeply, "Thank you for today, for putting in so much effort for me, I, I really appreciate it."
"You're welcome Ava, I love you."