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Mal knew she was being annoying.
She knew. Evie had midterms. Or some kind of quiz. Or maybe just a really long reading assignment she was pretending mattered. Something the princess had deemed important enough that she'd gone all serious-face when she'd told Mal, Really, no distractions tonight. I mean it.
And Mal had nodded, hand over her heart, mustering up every ounce of earnestness that she could. She'd meant it at the time, too, thinking she could kill a couple of hours helping Carlos dig up sea glass at the beach with Dude for some new invention he was working on.
Of course, that had been two hours earlier, before the summer showers had made an unexpected evening appearance. Now Carlos was playing video games with Jay, and Mal was lying upside down on her bed, head dangling off the edge, staring across the room at Evie like a parched sailor spotting land.
Her girlfriend wasn't even doing anything particularly seductive. She was just… Evie. Elbow-deep in stacks of books and glitter gel pens, her hair twisted into one of those lazy buns that meant that every few minutes, she was blowing strands out of her face, or brushing them back with her fingers. Then Mal would start thinking about her fingers, and Evie would bite the end of her pen, deep in thought, and Mal would twitch like she'd been touched.
It was ridiculous. It was undignified. She'd promised.
But also: Evie was wearing that soft sweater that slid off one shoulder. And sitting with one knee propped up in a way that wasn't helping any half-hearted attempts Mal was making not to think dirty thoughts. And if the half-fairy had ever had the willpower to resist her, it had shriveled up and died somewhere around the third time Evie absentmindedly licked her thumb to flip a page.
Well. It wasn't really her fault she had teenage hormones and happened to be dating the most beautiful girl in all of Auradon, was it?
So she rolled off the bed and tried to act nonchalant as she wandered over towards Evie and hoisted herself onto the top of the table.
"So…" she started. "How's the homework coming?"
"It's coming," Evie replied, and Mal immediately regretted her word choice, feeling a spark of heat shoot between her thighs. It crept up the back of her neck and spread to her cheeks until she was certain they were turning crimson at just the thought of anything related to sex and Evie.
Gods, she was such a sucker for her. Or maybe it really was just teenage hormones.
But she was pretty sure it was, like, at least 85% Evie.
Her frustratingly studious girlfriend didn't even glance up. She just uncapped a highlighter and marked something in her study notes as if she had no idea what Mal was getting at.
Mal could play that game. She leaned back on her hands, letting her legs swing a little. "You know, you've been so dedicated to your studies. It's admirable, really."
Evie's highlighter paused.
"And this is the part where you say I deserve to take a break, isn't it?" she asked. "Even though you promised?"
Grinning, Mal nudged at Evie's knee with her foot. "You know me so well."
She grabbed Evie's strawberry smoothie—the one Jane had sworn up and down was a special recipe meant to help with focus and brainpower or something ridiculous like that—and drew a long sip from the straw. As she did, she made extra sure to hollow her cheeks out, to twirl her tongue around the straw, to flash her pretty white teeth when she was through.
Mal was already contemplating what moves to pull next, how best to cajole Evie into giving in and giving her what she wanted. They'd fallen into a sort of rhythm with it over the last few weeks, which left Mal surprised when Evie took a different step this time.
"I do, don't I?" The smile that spread across Evie's face reminded Mal of the way Evie would look at her on the Isle when they'd dreamed up a particularly mischievous scheme—and maybe that should have been a warning. But she was too filled with other, sinful thoughts to be keeping a clear head.
Evie reached up and gently tugged on the hem of Mal's shirt, coaxing her closer. "Come here."
Mal blinked. That… had worked? That had actually worked?
She slid off the table fast enough to trip over her own feet, catching herself on Evie's chair with an awkward laugh.
Evie rose smoothly, graceful as ever, and placed a kiss just beneath Mal's ear. "Bed," she said, low and decisive.
Mal grinned so wide it was embarrassing. She didn't question it, didn't hesitate, just scrambled backward onto Evie's mattress.
Evie followed, calm and unhurried, until she was standing next to her bed. She turned away for a moment, sliding open the nightstand drawer. Propping herself up against the headboard, Mal watched with growing interest as Evie pulled out a pair of familiar cuffs—light blue and fuzzy, something Mal had initially bought Evie for their six-month anniversary as a joke.
It didn't feel like a joke now.
"Take your clothes off," Evie said.
Mal shivered, biting her lip.
She liked being naked in front of Evie. She liked it even more when Evie was naked, too, but she had to assume that would come next. As Mal pulled her shirt over her head, she was already getting all worked up thinking about Evie doing the same—unclasping the lacy bra she knew her girlfriend was wearing underneath that sweater, letting her smooth breasts spill out.
Evie's expression didn't change, even as Mal's hands moved lower, sliding her shorts and underwear off in one go. She'd expected the princess to say something, make some appreciative comment about how gorgeous Mal was, how much fun they were going to have, but no. She didn't. She just crossed her arms and waited, her dark eyes roaming over Mal's body.
When Mal had settled back against the pillows, Evie climbed up and straddled her.
"Is this—"
Evie cut her off with a kiss.
"Hands above your head."
The command had barely left Evie's mouth before Mal's hands were up. She was too turned on to think straight, and all she could do was gulp as Evie bound her hands together, looping the cuffs around a slat in the headboard.
"Spread your legs for me," Evie cooed.
Mal quickly obliged, separating her knees and baring her core to the other girl. She whined as Evie ran a thumb along the outside of her vulva, the contact so close to where she wanted it to be, and yet…
Ignoring her, Evie pulled a silk tie from the nightstand, pushed Mal's right leg further back so that it was flush against the headboard, and wrapped the fabric around her calf.
This was new.
"Evie…"
Evie hushed her. It took all of Mal's self-control not to flinch and beg as her girlfriend leaned across her with her entire body, the smooth fabric of her dress brushing against Mal's thigh, as she tied her other leg in place in the same fashion.
By the time she was done, Mal was completely open and vulnerable, the restraints keeping her positioned just the way Evie wanted.
A spark of fear skittered across Mal's nerves, entwined with the excitement already pulsing through her. She trusted Evie wholly, but there was still a not insignificant part of her that balked at the idea of being at someone else's mercy. It had taken her a while to get used to the idea of playing with handcuffs (when she was the one in them, at least), but even then, she hadn't been fully immobilized.
Still, she could feel the heat rising in her cheeks, the slick already on the cusp of dripping from her eager cunt. As long as it was Evie, Mal didn't think she could ever be anything other than hopelessly turned on and desperate to touch and be touched, regardless of anything else.
One last item was pulled from the drawer before Evie slid it shut. Mal sucked in a deep breath as she realized it was a vibrator—bright pink silicone, a bit hefty, and with a slight curve. They didn’t use it often, as enabling its automatic thrusting feature had sent them into giggle fits more often than not. But its various vibration speeds had certainly left Mal satisfied on their own. She wiggled her hips, imagining the sensations pulsing through her, just as soon as Evie decided to—
The vibrator pressed against Mal's thigh, and she all but jumped out of her skin. Even off, just the feeling of something so heavy, so promising nudging closer to her clit had her tingling with anticipation. She stopped herself from rolling her hips, knowing Evie would get irritated if they didn't take things at her pace.
A familiar ripping sound drew her attention away from the toy between her legs, and then she felt the prickle of duct tape circling her thigh. Evie repositioned the vibrator, securing it in place.
"What are you doing?" Mal asked, eyeing Evie nervously. Yes, she trusted her girlfriend. But something about this suddenly had her feeling like she was in over her head.
Evie leaned in close, her hand pressing against the hunk of silicone strapped against Mal's thigh. The smaller girl whimpered as the tip of the vibrator drew achingly near where she wanted it to be without actually sliding home.
The princess's breath was hot on her ear as she whispered, "Finishing my homework."
Mal barely had time to process the words before Evie pressed the button and the toy came to life, the vibrations so infuriatingly close to her needy pussy that Mal felt lightheaded with longing.
Evie licked along the side of Mal's throat, and then she was gone, her weight lifting off the bed before she slipped back into her seat at the table and returned her attention to her textbook.
"What—" The question came out breathy and desperate as Mal tried to blink herself back to her present reality.
"You may not care about passing any of our classes, but I do," Evie said. "This seems to be the only way to make you stop distracting me."
Mal's heart stuttered as the realization that Evie was really just going to leave her tied up to the bed sunk in.
"You've got to be kidding me."
Evie flipped a page, eyes remaining focused on her work. "Do I need to gag you?"
"Evie!"
The princess huffed as she finally looked up at her girlfriend. "Go ahead, find out if it's an empty threat. But the longer it takes for me to finish studying, the longer you're going to be tied to that bed."
Mal squirmed against her bonds, eyes wide with disbelief. But she knew that tone. It was the one Evie used when she was dead serious about something—like the time she warned Jay she would shave his head while he slept and use his hair as thread if he ever used her fabric shears to stab someone again—and Mal decided not to push her luck.
Seemingly satisfied with the fairy's begrudging silence—temporary as it might be—Evie's gaze dropped back to her homework.
The buzz of the vibrator filled the room. Mal tried to find something else to focus on, her chest heaving with quick breaths as the toy pulsed against her skin. It was turned onto the lowest setting—just enough for her to be hyper-aware of its proximity to her aching clit, for her pussy to clench and relax in turn as she couldn't stop herself from imagining it slipping inside of her, filling her up.
Evie flipped the page of her textbook, and Mal's eyes settled on her mouth as she nibbled mindlessly at the tip of her pen. Mal loved Evie's mouth. She loved kissing her, loved trailing her thumb along the crease of her smile, loved watching her lips break apart in pure bliss every time Mal made her come. She loved when Evie would kiss her way down her chest, sucking her tits between her lips and working her up, taking her precious time until they were both burning with need.
Mal whined as her hips twitched upwards, failing to draw the vibrator any closer to her clit.
Fuck. Maybe looking at Evie was a bad idea.
Mal glanced down at herself, at her exposed cunt and her flexing thighs, and then quickly tore her eyes away. Her mind had immediately conjured up an image of Evie between her legs, tongue flicking out teasingly even as she kept Mal bound and quivering.
Her eyes squeezed shut, and she tried to think of something else, anything else.
Evie. Evie, Evie, Evie.
It was a lost cause. Every thought, every sensation just pulled her right back to the girl sitting at the table, her nose scrunched up in adorable concentration as she studied the text before her.
Mal could already feel herself getting close, but she needed pressure. She needed something to touch her—the vibrator, Evie, herself, fucking anything. The lack of it was liable to drive her crazy if it went on much longer.
"Evie!" she gasped.
"You'd better not be trying to distract me." Evie didn't even look up as she issued the warning, adding to the fire of frustration burning in Mal's chest.
Mal whimpered in frustration. "Evie, please. I need to come."
"And I need to do my homework," Evie said nonchalantly.
Mal could feel a sheen of sweat forming on her forehead, her body so tense she was practically shaking. Part of her understood why Evie was doing this—that it was her way of getting back at Mal for all the times she'd pushed their schoolwork aside, straddled Evie's lap, and—
Nope. Not helping.
Straining, she tried again to press her knees together. The ties were practically cutting into her pale skin, drawn more tightly against her the more Mal squirmed. There would be marks later, no doubt, and she took at least some perverse pleasure in knowing how that would turn Evie on. Maybe then Mal could be the one to turn her away, to leave her wanting.
Her actions finally caused the vibe to shift slightly, the base humming closer to her dripping center. Mal's back arched as she pressed her chest towards the ceiling, her hands grasping the bars of the headboard as her hips canted upwards, trying desperately to chase the feeling. So close, it was so close. But it wasn't…
"I just don't see how this is helping you study!" she finally protested.
"When you're all tied up, you can't rip off my clothes," Evie deadpanned. "That's a start."
"Please." Mal hated whining, but when it came to Evie—and when it came to sex with Evie, she just couldn't hold back her desperation. They both knew it. And Evie should have known this was a terrible, no-good plan if it didn't actually end in Mal getting off.
Evie didn't answer right away, and when the half-fairy looked over at her, the veil of irritation on her face almost made her wish she'd never said anything at all.
Slapping her pen down on the table, Evie pushed her chair back.
Yes, yes, yes, Mal chanted in her head, biting her lip as Evie started towards her. She knew better than to speak, didn't want to risk Evie changing her mind and leaving her high and dry and unable to do any damn thing about it.
Gods, Evie was gorgeous. The way she walked, the way she looked at her, the way she tilted her chin as her lips twisted up in a smile. Mal's heart thudded in her chest, her lust pumping like a drug through her veins. All she wanted was to bury her hands in the other girl's hair, to drag her down on top of her, press their bodies together and roll her hips, shiver as Evie moaned in her ear.
Mal could feel her slick soaking the sheets beneath her just thinking about it. Any moment now, Evie's lithe fingers would slip inside of her and Mal would be coming around them, writhing under her touch.
Rather than the princess crawling onto the bed as Mal expected, she came around until she was standing next to Mal. And Mal—Mal looked up at her with wide eyes, lips parted, twitching and panting, hoping that Evie could sense every iota of need thrumming through her.
And then Evie's hand was caressing her cheek, even that much contact making Mal moan and tilt her head back. The sound was swallowed up as Evie bent down to kiss her. Mal was hungry, desperate to pull her in, wanting as much of Evie as she could get.
But her girlfriend was gentle, her lips so distractingly soft. Mal didn't even have a chance to wonder where Evie's hand had gone until—
The toy jolted forward, and so did Mal, her startled cry echoing in the room as Evie broke away. The vibrator was thrusting towards her in a maddeningly slow pattern, extending far enough that it finally, finally started to tease the hard bundle of nerves that had been so desperate for any touch.
Mal squeezed her eyes shut, her back arching of its own accord. It wasn't fast enough, wasn't hard enough, and yet just that slight difference had her spiraling towards the edge. And with Evie there...
Wait, where was Evie?
Blinking, Mal's vision cleared just in time to see her girlfriend holding up the vibrator's remote control.
"Forgot this," Evie smirked. She sauntered back over to the table and slid into her chair, casting one last glance at Mal. "Now you can do your work, and I can do mine."
Mal threw her head back in frustration, but she couldn't be too upset. As much as she'd prefer Evie's hands on her body, guiding her to release, the princess had given Mal what she'd asked for, in a way.
And right about then, it was pretty hard for Mal to focus on much of anything other than the bursts of pleasure shooting through her every time the vibe pushed towards her.
She wanted it on her clit; she wanted it shoved deep into her pussy. She just wanted. The need building inside of her was unbearable, and it didn't take long for the brushes of the toy alone to stop being enough.
Sweat dripped from her brow, from her cleavage, and between her legs. It was difficult to breathe, her chest heaving as her muscles strained and quivered. She groaned, her feet flexing uselessly against the headboard as her impatience grew.
Looking back up, she was met with the sight of Evie still bent over her homework, seemingly wholly unaffected by her girlfriend's naked body, spread open and desperate to be fucked.
It was almost as infuriating as the pace of the toy itself.
Concentrating once again on the object between her legs, Mal let out a soft whimper—not so loud that it would earn Evie's ire, but enough that she was sure the princess could hear her. If there was one thing Mal had gotten good at over the last few months, it was figuring out how to make herself irresistible to the other girl. Her current predicament was basically proof of that anyway, wasn't it? If Evie wasn't always so easily turned on by Mal, she could simply turn her away when she needed to study, not tie her up and torment her so.
But she could be persuaded—even if Mal had to do it from a distance.
Huffing a damp strand of purple hair out of her face, Mal gyrated her hips, hoping to shift the angle of the toy. At the very least, she thought as she moaned quietly, she needed to give the impression that she was succeeding. A bit of desperation and coaxing, and maybe Evie wouldn't be able to resist touching her.
And trying to fuck herself on a toy thrusting towards her at a steady rhythm that gave it little time with her clit was giving Mal plenty of reasons to make those soft, desperate noises she knew Evie loved.
"Oh," she breathed out, canting her hips to meet its movements. Sinking her teeth into her lip, she repeated the motion, realizing she actually could chase the feeling just a little longer, feel it just a little harder, if she did that. She was so sensitive, so worked up, so ready to burst, that the vibrations felt all the more intense.
Another moan slipped from her, and Mal shifted, letting her head loll back, her neck as bared as the rest of her body. From her peripheral vision, she saw Evie's highlighter stutter across the page, and she took some satisfaction in confirming that she was having some effect on her girlfriend after all.
But before Mal could dwell on that, she realized the pressure inside of her was building again, and this time, it seemed possible it was actually building towards something. The inconsistency of the touch against her was still torture, but her hips were rocking in tandem with the thrusts now, her ass lifting as she chased the stimulation.
Her breath was coming in whimpers and pants, her cheeks flushed bright red. She tugged against her bonds without thought, overwhelmed by the need engulfing her.
And then, suddenly, the vibrator stopped withdrawing, instead settling snugly against her clit, and Mal choked, her eyes flying open.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," she repeated, bucking frantically against it, terrified Evie was going to use the remote to pull it away again before she could finish. She could feel the heat coiling inside her, getting closer to snapping.
"I'm—" Her head was spinning, her entire body clenching in anticipation. Almost. Almost.
Her eyes darted to Evie, and she couldn't believe the princess still had her nose in her book, what with Mal ready to fall apart any second now. Fuck, she wished she could wrap her arms around her, grab hold of Evie's shoulders as her head fell back in bliss.
Mal took a deep breath, driving her hips forward one last time before every muscle went taut and pleasure rocketed through her. Her back bowed off the bed, her mouth open wide in a soundless scream, her heart beating wildly in her chest. There was nothing calm or controlled about the waves crashing over her; the vibrations kept pulsing against her clit until Mal fell back against the mattress, legs quivering, hands clenching the wooden headboard as she tried to steady herself.
But it didn't stop.
She felt drunk, her chest spasming with every shaky intake of air. Her pussy ached, oversensitive and engorged, the ongoing stream of stimulation quickly becoming so much, too much.
"Evie!" Mal gasped, twisting in her bonds. "Evie, you can stop it now. You can— ah!"
Her movements shifted the vibrator slightly, but if anything the intensity on her throbbing clit felt doubled. Whatever brief respite there'd been the moment she hit her peak was gone, her nerves twitching uncontrollably under the forceful press of the vibe. Mal could barely breathe, torn between the discomfort and the unavoidable fact that she was getting worked up again—and far too quickly.
Evie clicked her tongue, scribbling a note in the margin of her textbook. "This is what you wanted, isn't it?"
"No," Mal whined automatically. "It's not. I wanted—"
"You could have been patient and waited for me to finish working, but no," the princess continued. "You wanted this now. So—" Her eyes flicked to Mal's, and in that one horrible moment, Mal understood there was no way her girlfriend was going to fall under her manipulations tonight. "—now is exactly what you're getting."
Mal wanted to protest, but the sound died on her lips, replaced instead with another broken moan. Fuck. Fuck. She couldn't stand it, couldn't tell how much of the buzz rushing through her was from the toy and how much was from her own nerves misfiring as she trembled. And yet she could feel that ever-present swell of heat starting to pulse out from her core once again.
Her hands flexed uselessly as she grabbed at the headboard, turning her head into the crook of her arm and biting into her skin, trying to ground herself even as her lower half kept jerking uncontrollably. There were hot tears spilling out over her cheeks, and she didn't know if it was pain or frustration or excitement driving them—maybe, a little of everything. All she knew was that her thighs were soaked with the evidence of the way her body was reacting to this relentless treatment, that her tortured gasps were growing louder and higher pitched.
Without warning, another orgasm barreled into her. It wasn't as intense, wasn't as satisfying, just an inevitable release that didn't seem to do anything to dull the tension wracking her frame.
It wasn't a surprise this time when the thrumming against her clit carried on even as Mal tried to catch her breath, tried to ignore the pounding in her chest adding to her anxiety at being locked in this position.
She didn't say anything as she looked to Evie once again, although she couldn't help the pitiful mewling coming from between her teeth as her face scrunched up in dual pain and another sprig of slowly building pleasure. Maybe if she stayed quiet, maybe if she did what Evie asked, maybe then... maybe then...
Mal tugged hard against her bonds, thrashing her head and breathing faster and faster as the muscle in her thigh jumped relentlessly. She wanted to cry and scream in frustration. Wanted more, wanted Evie, wanted nothing at all. There were parts of Mal that hurt, and part of her that already needed relief yet again, and her brain was too fucked up to even tell the difference between the two.
"Evie," Mal finally choked out again, hardly recognizing the sound of her own voice. When did the room get so hot? "Evie, please."
She wasn't even sure what she was pleading for. She just felt lost, dizzy, the world too bright and out of her control.
"I'll do anything!" she gasped. "Just—"
Mal's entire brain whited out as the vibrations against her throbbing bud suddenly doubled. Her hips rolled, her leg pressing upwards, threatening to pull the tape off her own skin, and Evie couldn't possibly be studying after that, no way, not after the pitch her voice just hit. Bucking upwards, Mal swore she could see purple and green sparks erupting around the room as she was forced over the edge a third time.
"No, no, no," she protested, tears streaming freely down her cheeks and a pitiful noise escaping her as her hole spasmed around nothing. She was drenched, her arousal flowing freely from her flushed pussy, her poor clit twitching against the toy that was still hammering a quick, merciless rhythm against her.
Everything had started to fall out of focus, the colors surrounding her a blur, the sounds of the room blending together into a heavy, monotone buzz, save for the pulsing from between her legs and the gasps coming from her lips and—
And then it was done.
Mal slumped against the bed, her body struggling to relax as tremors continued to wrack her body. She couldn't be sure how long her eyes were closed—could barely believe it was really over. Everything was warm, her skin tender and oversensitive.
There was a hand smoothing sweat-slicked strands of hair back from her forehead, tracing down the curve of her cheek, the hollow of her throat. Mal blinked, tried to make her exhausted muscles obey her once again, to lift her head and look into Evie's beautiful brown eyes.
The princess planted a soft kiss against her mouth, and even though there was a part of Mal that balked at any touch just then, she couldn't help but smile. It felt good—familiar and comforting and real.
When Evie's fingers reached towards her right leg, gently undoing the satin tie, Mal could have wept. Everything ached as she stretched the limb out in front of her, wincing as the movement nudged the vibrator still strapped to her other leg.
She was ready for the rest of her restraints to be undone, too, but first, the bed dipped as Evie climbed up next to her. She pressed her body into Mal's as she reached over to undo the second tie, followed by a careful removal of the duct tape holding the vibrator in place.
A quiet little sound escaped Mal's lips as her girlfriend repositioned her slightly, giving herself room to slip behind her. Mal wanted nothing more than to let her weary head drop to Evie's chest, to curl up and press her face into the crook of her neck, but her arms were still pulled back above her head, locked into place, so she settled for letting head rest against them as her eyes fluttered shut.
"You really do make it so very difficult to concentrate," Evie whispered.
Mal shivered as she felt her girlfriend's hand smooth over the sharp imprint the tie had left on her thigh. She'd struggled enough that she could already tell it was going to bruise. She wondered how much she could play on Evie's sympathies for that the next time she wanted sex.
Gods, how was she already thinking about next time?
"Did you think I wasn't watching you?" Evie asked. Her hand moved further up Mal's thigh, rubbing soothing circles into the reddened skin. Mal jerked her knee, closing some of the gap between her legs, but her muscles were like jelly, and she didn't seem able to manage much more than that token protest.
"So beautiful, coming apart like that, again and again." Evie's hips rolled gently against Mal's backside, and Mal was suddenly aware of just how wet Evie's own panties had become.
"E..." she breathed, uncertain where this was going. Uncertain of where she wanted it to go. She was so thoroughly fucked out and exhausted, but she couldn't imagine denying her girlfriend the chance to get off. Maybe she could just sit here, let Evie use her body to come, and then they could curl up together and get some much-needed rest, give Mal a chance to—
She gasped, jerking back as Evie's fingers slid through her curls, soaked and tangled from her previous arousal. Evie tensed and groaned behind her, gently rolling her hips once again—not enough to accomplish much of anything, but enough to make her interest clear.
"Evie, I don't think I can," Mal mumbled, exhaustion weighing her down. There was an all-encompassing ache between her legs, and even though she couldn't help but shudder at the sweet warmth of Evie's touch, Mal was certain she had nothing left to give.
Evie hummed, slipping a finger into her entrance. It was enough to make Mal jerk again, a squeak escaping from her.
"So just because you couldn't be patient and wait for me to finish my responsibilities, that means I shouldn't get to have any fun?" Her finger moved slowly, carving a space out for herself as Mal's cunt clenched weakly around it. "That doesn't seem fair."
A second finger joined the first, stretching her open, and Mal couldn't help the way she tilted her head back, intoxicated by the wet, sloppy kisses Evie was trailing down her throat.
"And I think we both know that if there's one thing I was raised to be," Evie said, "it was fair."
The princess punctuated her words with a curl of two digits shallowly thrusting inside Mal and a teasing flick of her thumb across her tortured clit, the abrupt friction making the half-fairy whimper. Evie moaned, pressing her pelvis up into the swell of Mal's ass.
"You know exactly what it does to me, hearing you like that." Evie ran her tongue along the shell of Mal's ear and Mal whimpered again, all high-pitched and needy.
She couldn't believe Evie was getting her worked up again. She was so sore, her pussy practically blazing from everything that had been wrung out of her. And yet she had a feeling it would take very little to push her into finishing again. Mal still wasn't entirely convinced it was what she actually wanted, but her own desire seemed all tied up in Evie's desire now, as impossible to ignore as it seemed inevitable.
Evie nuzzled her face into the junction between Mal's neck and shoulder, her warm breath fluttering against the fairy's sweat-soaked skin. A moment later, a finger from the hand that wasn't two knuckles deep inside of Mal was nudging at her lips, and she didn't think twice before parting them and sucking desperately, her tongue swirling around the digit in a way that made Evie's breath hitch.
Her thumb ran along the bottom of Mal's lip, drawing a line before she withdrew her finger with a wet plop. Her hand trailed down, rubbing lazy circles around Mal's nipple and making the girl cry out, arching her back.
"C'mon, Mal," Evie urged, pressing her lips to the side of Mal's neck again. "Let me see how loud you can get."
It wasn't the first time Mal was relieved she'd put up a soundproofing spell in their bedroom, although it usually had more to do with her own penchant for drawing delectable noises from Evie.
And even just thinking of that had Mal's cunt quivering around Evie's hand.
"E," she gasped, the nickname spilling off her tongue and quickly morphing into a moan. She was so, so tired, yet remained so infuriatingly needy.
"That's my girl." Evie pinched her nipple lightly before twisting, tearing a low whine from Mal's mouth as she ground herself against Evie's fingers. Her clit was starting to ache again, desperate for the touch Evie was denying her, even though Mal knew it would hurt when she finally got what she wanted. It had to—she was so fucking sensitive, so overworked and overstimulated, and Mal didn't even know how this was turning her on. But it was, because it was Evie.
Fucking Evie.
All she could think about was Evie—her deft, dextrous fingers, the slow thrust of her wrist pushing inside of Mal's trembling pussy. Her free hand that was now trailing over Mal's hip, caressing her lower abdomen with a tender touch. Her breasts, pressed up against Mal's back. Mal wished she could touch them. Wished her hands were free so that she could cup them in her palms, squish them roughly between her—
Her thoughts were ripped away as Evie slowly pulled her fingers from Mal's core, her hips jutting forward unconsciously as if to chase after them. At the same time, Evie shifted behind Mal, allowing herself more leverage to rut against the smaller girl.
"You can give me one more, can't you, M?" Evie was the one who sounded needy now, and gods, the things it fucking did to her. Still, Mal hesitated, turning to look Evie in the eyes.
"I don't know." She hated how small her voice sounded. "I..."
Evie leaned in and kissed her, nipping at her bottom lip and then sucking on it gently, soothing the sting of her teeth as another desperate little noise slipped out of Mal.
"Please, M," she murmured. "Do it for me?"
Taking a deep breath, Mal nodded. Anything for Evie, she thought, almost deliriously.
Some big, bad villain she turned out to be. Her mother would be so disappointed in her.
Of course, that thought was almost delightful, all things considered. Not that she had long to dwell on it, as a moment later, she realized something bigger than Evie's fingers was pressing up against her entrance.
"Evie, wait—"
"One more," Evie promised, pushing the blunt head of the vibe into Mal. "I'll make it good for both of us, I promise."
It was unyielding as it stretched her. Despite everything, it felt good to have something inside her, something her tired cunt could grasp onto. Mal inhaled sharply as Evie slowly thrust the toy further inside her, each ridge sliding over her inflamed walls. Each time she breathed, it sent ripples throughout her entire body, all her nerves jumping.
She kept her eyes closed, taking comfort in the hot pressure of Evie's chest on her back as Evie's hands grasped her hips, angling her so that the next thrust sank even deeper, drawing a strangled gasp from Mal.
"There we go," Evie purred, withdrawing the vibrator almost all the way out before pushing it back in, torturously slow. "That's it, baby. You're being so good."
Fuck. Even just listening to Evie's voice was working her up. It was raspy in her ear, and Mal could tell from the little jolts of Evie's hips against her backside that the other girl was on the cusp of picking up the pace for both of them.
Swallowing roughly, Mal murmured, "Just don't turn it on, please."
As much as she wanted to give Evie anything she wanted, and as frustratingly needy as her useless body was clearly being, the thought of the vibrator's pulsations jackhammering into her again made her feel lightheaded and anxious.
"Oh, M," Evie sighed, wrapping her other arm around Mal's middle in a move that Mal belatedly realized would only serve to pin her in place. "Isn't it horrible when you ask someone to do something and they just don't listen?"
Before Mal could process the meaning behind those words, the vibe roared to life, thrusting into her so hard she saw stars. She screamed in startled ecstasy, throwing her head back against Evie's shoulder.
The princess started rocking against her, picking up a rhythm as her own arousal slicked across Mal's tailbone. The wet noise of the toy plunging into her and the soft string of Evie's grunts and groans against her ear blended together with her own pleading cries as she tried uselessly to jerk back from the sensations threatening to swallow her whole.
Evie spanked her thigh, and Mal jolted, clenching down on the fullness inside her and whining as a shiver of pleasure streaked through her body.
"Yes, keep moving," Evie begged, rocking down harder. No matter how Mal moved, she was trapped between Evie grinding against her and the unrelenting vibrations filling her from the inside.
Mal choked as Evie's free hand snaked downward, curling into her matted pubic hair and grasping for the swollen bud beneath. Her fingers closed in on her throbbing clit and began rubbing at a pace matched by the increasingly frantic grinding of the other girl's hips, of the relentless vibrator Evie was still pistoning in and out of her.
Her arms burned, trapped above her head, back bowed as she was fucked from both sides, helpless to do anything other than take it. She twisted, her walls clenching, bearing down on the hard length that was shoving into her, opening her up and filling her to her depths.
"Please, I can't," she rasped, her tongue heavy in her mouth.
"Just a little more, I need you to," Evie panted, increasing her efforts.
Tears welled up in Mal's eyes as she bucked back and forth. The edge was rushing towards her, every thrust unrelenting and hot. This was going to happen whether Mal wanted it to or not. And despite everything, she wanted it—badly. There was a sharp need running through her; even if it hurt, her exhausted body needed to see this through, to be pushed over the edge one last time.
"I'm so close," Evie panted in her ear. "You can do it, M. I know you can. Come with me."
Mal tried to respond, but her tongue was thick, her head pounding. And it's like Evie must have known that Mal needed that extra nudge, because a second later the vibrator snapped up to a higher setting and Mal couldn't stop the desperate scream torn from her throat.
Evie grunted, her legs squeezing tight around Mal as the wet slap of her pleasure against her filled the room. Mal felt her pulse around her, her thumb working furiously over her sensitive clit, a final command whispered desperately in her ear, and that's when everything broke.
She came with a whimper, her entire body quaking as Evie continued fucking her through it, continued riding out the end of her own orgasm behind her. The way her walls squeezed around the hard, punishing silicone pumping into her felt so right, after all the times she'd been forced to come around nothing. It didn't matter how much her body was straining to accommodate this final torment, not when she had Evie pressed against her back, her fingers touching her so perfectly, demanding so much even after she'd already given everything she had left to give.
Mal wasn't sure how much time had passed when the vibrator was finally switched off. Even as Evie withdrew the toy from her aching cunt, every movement sent shots of too-intense pleasure and pain through her frame, the aftershocks of her orgasm rippling over her in waves. A weak cry still caught in her throat as the edge flicked over the tip of her overworked clit and then fell away.
Moments later, Mal felt Evie shift behind her, and then her hands were being guided down, finally free from their restraints. Turning her face towards Evie's chest, Mal finally nuzzled into her, limp and exhausted.
"You did so good," Evie praised, trailing gentle kisses along Mal's sore wrist, her thumb massaging the other gently. "Do you wanna get washed up?"
Mal grumbled, burrowing deeper against her as she shivered. Her throat was parched, her head aching from all the exertion, but she couldn't stand the thought of moving away from Evie now that she was finally curled up with her, sated and safe.
She felt the rumble of Evie's chest as she chuckled in response, and Mal scowled petulantly. It wasn't fair of Evie to make her so thoroughly fucked out and then have the audacity to laugh at her for it, now was it? But then she was stroking her hair and coaxing her to get up, and it's not like Mal could actually be upset with her.
Her legs were like jelly underneath her when they finally rose from the bed, and she was both annoyed and grateful to have Evie there to steady her as her knees started to buckle beneath her.
"Your fault," she mumbled, earning another laugh and an apology from her girlfriend before being led off into the bathroom.
Twenty minutes later, they were curled up in Mal's bed, clean and hydrated and tired enough that Evie finally relented to Mal's insistence that they deal with the mess they'd left in Evie's bed in the morning.
She'd also insisted that Evie let her wear her favorite sweatshirt—the one Evie had brought with her from the Isle, the one she'd been wearing the very first night they'd ever gotten together. Mal wondered sometimes if Evie remembered that, if she knew why Mal so often fought her for it. There was a lot they didn't say out loud when it came to whys and remember whens, but she knew that night had meant as much to Evie as it had to her, even if they hadn't known how to express it at the time. Even if they hadn't felt like they could.
Tugging the sleeves down over her hands, Mal sighed contentedly, once again taking comfort in the close proximity of her girlfriend, snuggled up behind her with one arm wrapped carefully around her waist.
"Sorry you didn't get to finish studying," Mal told her, voice low and hoarse from all the...everything that had happened that night.
"Oh, that?" Evie asked. "I was just reading ahead for next week's class."
Mal frowned, trying to think back to their early conversations. Evie had seemed so insistent that she had important work to do that night. "But you said—"
"I had a research project," she continued. "Which I finished—thanks to you."
"Thanks to me?"
"Fairy Godmother wanted us to learn about operant conditioning," Evie replied, her blue hair spilling over Mal's neck as she pressed a soft kiss into her shoulder. "You'd know that if you paid literally any attention in class, you know."
Yawning again, Mal reached down to where Evie's hand rested lightly on her hip, interlocking the other girl's fingers with her own and tugging her closer. "Now why would I do that when I could pay attention to you instead?"
Evie laughed. "On second thought, I might have to choose a different project after all."
"But it can wait til next weekend, right?"
"It can wait til next weekend," Evie confirmed with a gentle squeeze.
Mal hummed appreciatively and closed her eyes. Whatever Evie's next assignment was, she was more than sure she could come up with another creative way to distract her.