Asha Turns the Tables
Her body still felt unfamiliar. It had been ages since anything had grown down there, and now it was wrapped in some strange membrane—well, it was only natural to feel this way. A lime-green, transparent sheath clung tightly to the stiffly erect rod. A perverse contraption designed purely for pleasure, stripping away any reproductive function. That was Veronica's assessment.
...She rationalized it as necessary for treatment. Veronica's crimson eyes swept over Asha sprawled beneath her. Hair disheveled and soaked in sweat. Strands clung to her face and body in a way that strangely stirred the senses. What about that face with wet hair plastered to it? It was flushed deep with the hue of ecstasy. Her unfocused eyes were hazy, and thick saliva dribbled from the corners of her mouth, trickling down her cheeks to soak the sheets.
Through the gaping shirt, glimpses of soft flesh. Asha's torso rose and fell with her ragged breaths. Those cute, handful-sized breasts were squished flat against her swelling chest, then rebounding into pert waterdrop shapes, over and over. Her nipples, somehow already peeking out, were as hard as if someone had teased them. Sweat beads rolling down her taut abs pooled briefly in her navel before being flung aside by the bow-like curve of her waist, splattering everywhere.
A sweet peach scent wafted up from below. Could a human body really smell this intoxicating? Veronica swallowed hard.
Just pressing the pink pearl at her fingertip's end made Asha unleash a lewd moan and gasp. Gripping Asha's soft thigh, Veronica wondered. Why does this always happen with Asha? What's the problem here? ...Or maybe it was just her long-buried instincts finally breaking free.
Schlurp!
"Ngh...."
"Ahh! V-Veronica... d-don't... do that...."
A voice sweetened by heat murmured Veronica's name. The rod encased in its lime sheath throbbed eagerly. She blamed it on the lingering memory of Asha's sensation in her mind, even though she hadn't entered yet—Veronica's face burned as red as a ripe apple. Shaking her head to clear it, she steeled herself and slowly pushed her hips forward.
Squelch. Asha's pink slit parted wide as the lime-green rod began sliding in, inch by inch. Ravenous red inner walls clung greedily to Veronica's shaft. If not for the slick sheath, it would've been nearly impossible to penetrate. Even with that resistance making her hips tremble, Veronica couldn't help but think:
...Somehow, it feels lacking.
No, this wasn't the time to nitpick. Treatment. Focus on the treatment. Maybe because Asha was bound, it felt tighter than before... but Veronica couldn't shake the sense of something missing.
The moment the rod vanished from sight and their pelvises met, Asha's rhythmic pants turned erratic. A beastly wail erupted from her.
"Eek! Ahhgh... hng... kuhhng...."
"Eh...?"
Caught off-guard by the sudden buck, Veronica tumbled forward atop Asha. Pressed against her chest, Veronica heard Asha's heartbeat thundering in her ear. Thump, thump, thump! Erratic and racing.
Lifting her head, she saw Asha's face—eyes rolled back, convulsing, fluids streaming from mouth and eyes. Vulgar, yet perversely arousing. Veronica panicked at first, but quickly realized the cause.
...It was nothing major. Their colliding pelvises had crushed Asha's clit.
"...What a pain."
Slowly rising, Veronica adjusted her hips meticulously to avoid full contact. Squelch, squelch, squelch echoed through the room.
"Ngh... hngh...."
The moans settled into something calmer. This should be fine now, right? Veronica's rod dipped shallowly in and out of Asha's folds. A faint thirst gnawed at her. This tepid back-and-forth at the entrance. The lime sheath wrapping her shaft. No matter how she sliced it...
It was frustrating.
But thrusting properly might break Asha, judging by her panting—so she couldn't dare go harder. Veronica gazed at Asha, who lolled out her pink tongue, gasping in exhaustion. If I shoved this in deep... would you shatter?
...And if you did, would I just take responsibility for you forever?
No, what am I thinking? That's not what Asha wants.
Her eyes fell on Asha's wrists, chafed bright red from the bonds. It didn't sit right. ...Maybe I should untie her and switch positions.
Veronica withdrew the tepidly moving rod. Schlurp! It pulled free completely.
"Hah... ahh...."
The lime-green sheath was a mess, coated in Asha's fluids mixed with its own. At the tip, tormented by the teasing, some unknown liquid oozed out, slightly inflating the membrane.
Stepping off the bed, Veronica released the restraints holding Asha. They'd only been to prevent climaxes during sleep anyway—she figured it was safe now. Gently unwrapping the devices from Asha's wrists, Veronica dazedly climbed back onto the bed.
In that instant, Asha seized Veronica's wrist and yanked her down onto the mattress. Strength unbelievable from someone who'd been panting moments ago.
"Ow... ah...."
Veronica let out a faint groan on the soft bed. More surprise than pain. ...Asha's pretty pissed, huh.
Blinking her eyes open from the sudden motion, Veronica beheld a bizarre sight. Through cascades of pink hair like curtains, Asha positioned her slit at the rod's tip. But her clumsy hips kept missing, glancing off teasingly. That maddening friction made Veronica forget her situation, sighing wistfully.
"Ah...."
Asha seemed fixated, planting hands on either side of Veronica and leaning down, pondering how to take the rod.
"Huu... huu...."
Frustrated by the failed insertions, Asha huffed angrily. Then her posture crumbled, burying her face in Veronica's chest.
Veronica shuddered. Her heart pounded fiercely.
Soon, she felt a hand grasp the slick rod. Unfamiliar with its slipperiness, fumbling fingers groped for a moment before finding the perfect angle, clamping tight.
Then... Schlurp! Her folds parted, and Veronica felt the tip plunge into scorching wetness.
Asha, finally sheathing the rod, flashed a sloppy, joyful grin.
Veronica, momentarily stunned, spoke up.
"A-Asha?"
At her call, Asha lifted her face from Veronica's chest. As if the shallow entry had been a lie, her flesh parted, swallowing Veronica's rod to the hilt.
"Ahng...."
"Ehheuk!"
Their eyes met across a short distance, both gasping. Veronica saw Asha's pupils darting in confusion, realizing what she'd done. Panic flickered, then shifted to grievance.
"...I... didn't do anything wrong."
"What?"
"I-It’s... all your fault!"
Shouting that, Asha began moving her hips. Violent bucks, as if protesting the earlier tepid pace. Each lift and slam of her pelvis slapped wet flesh with resounding smack! Splashes of fluid flew everywhere from her folds. Viscous nectar stretched in sticky strings with every collision.
Overwhelmed by the sudden pleasure, Veronica drooled and moaned.
"Ahng... A-Asha, wh-what are you... s-suddenly talking about...."
Asha ignored her, shaking her hips wildly. Devouring the rod greedily, pounding her depths relentlessly. Slap! Smack! Schlurp! The room filled with pelvis-clashing echoes and squelching strings of flesh and fluid.
Veronica gripped the sheets tighter as Asha's pace accelerated. The pleasure flooding in without control made it hard to think. Like a lesson in reversal, Asha hammered fiercely—until her whole body quivered, climaxing.
"Uh... hnghk... ahhng...♡"
Asha trembled atop Veronica, rod buried deep. Hands braced on her body, drool dripping as she savored the aftershocks. The sticky saliva soaked Veronica's underclothes.
Moments later, Asha spoke casually, feigning composure.
"...This is... h-how... the tr-treatment... works, right...? Ngh, hng... yeah... my clit... isn't acting up like before... hng... th-this must be it."
...Though her climax-drenched body betrayed her, voice quaking. As Asha paused, Veronica regained her breath and replied hoarsely.
"...Yeah?"
Then the treatment's done, right? No... now it's time to treat mine.
Veronica grabbed Asha—who'd averted her eyes—and flipped her onto the bed.