MLP EQUESTRIA GIRLS X RWBY: Locked Frequencies

Sunset didn't just walk; she prowled. Every step toward the bed was a slow, deliberate movement of her hips that kept Blake’s amber eyes locked onto the fiery-red hair between Sunset's legs.

​"Lay that sexy ass flat, Belladonna," Sunset commanded, her voice dropping an octave. "I'm about to give you the best view in the house."

​Blake didn't argue. She collapsed backwards, her dark hair faning out. "Please," Blake whispered, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. "Sit on my face. I've been staring at you all night; I want to taste you."

​Sunset climbed onto the mattress, her knees sinking into the soft bedding beside Blake’s head. She hovered there for a second, teasing, before she swung a leg over. She lowered herself until her soaking, sunset-pink pussy was inches from Blake’s nose.

​The view was staggering. Blake looked up into a cavern of slick, pulsing wetness. Sunset’s clit was a bright, swollen pearl of nerve endings, twitching with every heartbeat. The thin, fiery-red hair around her lips was drenched, clinging to the skin in dark, wet spikes. Clear, heavy nectar was weeping from her opening, a thick bead of it threatening to drop right onto Blake’s expectant tongue. It smelled like a warm floral spice, amplified by the "tether" until it was intoxicating.

​Blake didn't hesitate. She surged up, her tongue flat and broad, and took a long, slow lick from Sunset’s clit all the way up to her taint.

​"God..." Sunset groaned, her hands reaching to find Blake’s thighs as she adjusted herself. She slid further down, positioning her own face directly over Blake’s midnight-black landing strip.

​They settled into a perfect, athletic 69. Sunset’s face was buried in that dense, patch of dark hair, the scent of Blake’s arousal hitting her like a wave. She didn't waste time, diving in and swirling her tongue around Blake’s hidden, pink folds.

​Sunset lifted her head just enough to catch a breath, her hips wiggling rhythmically as Blake’s mouth worked magic on her. "Mmhh... Blake," Sunset panted, her voice vibrating against Blake’s inner thighs. "That feels... way too good. You've definitely done this before."

​Blake let out a muffled, vibration-filled chuckle against Sunset's wetness. She pulled back for a split second, her chin glistening with Sunset's juices. "It would be a very big lie, Sunset, if I told you this was my first time tasting a girl," she teased, her eyes sparkling with a wicked, cat-like mirth. "In Remnant, we learn to appreciate the finer things. And you... you’re a delicacy."

​"Is that so?" Sunset growled playfully. She reached up, her fingers tangling in the thick midnight hair of Blake's pussy, pulling at the landing strip gently as she went back for a deep, rhythmic lick of Blake's clit. "Well, let's see how the Huntress likes a little 'Earth-style' devotion."

​The banter died down as the sensations took over. Sunset worked her tongue into Blake’s opening, savoring the sweet taste of the Faunus, while Blake responded by opening her mouth wide and literally vacuuming Sunset’s clit into her mouth.

​The muffled sound of Sunset’s voice came from between Blake’s legs, a distorted, high-pitched, "Oh, fuck!" as Blake’s suction hit a nerve that made Sunset’s whole body go rigid.

​"You like that?" Blake murmured against her skin, her breath hot and wet. "I can feel your heart beating in your pussy, Sunset. It’s thumping against my tongue."

​"Shut up and... keep sucking!" Sunset managed to choke out, her fingers digging deep into the muscles of Blake’s calves. "Don't you dare stop until I'm shaking!"

Blake didn’t just suck; she created a vacuum, her lips forming a tight, insistent seal around Sunset’s engorged clit. The sensation was overwhelming, a localized riot of nerves that made Sunset’s vision swim. Then, adding fire to the flood, Blake reached up with both hands, her fingers splayed wide, and brought them down in a synchronized, stinging crack against the smooth, orange curves of Sunset’s ass.

​The shock of the twin slaps sent a jolt of adrenaline through Sunset’s system, causing her to jerk her head up from Blake’s lap. She arched her back into a perfect, quivering bow, her hips beginning to grind in a frantic, circular motion that perfectly chased the rhythm of Blake’s swirling tongue.

​"Oh, fuck! Yes!" Sunset wailed, her fingers digging into the mattress as she abandoned all pretense of being the "cool" leader. "Don't stop... just keep on sucking my fucking clit, baby! Oh, god, yeah... suck it, suck it, suck it!"

​The "tether" between them reached a white-hot resonance. Sunset’s powerful legs began to shake uncontrollably, her inner thighs jumping with every rhythmic smack Blake delivered to her backside. Suddenly, the tension snapped. Sunset didn't explode in a pressurized jet like Yang or Applejack, but she felt a heavy, thick creaminess gather deep in her.

​For the first time in her life, she felt herself "overflowing." A slow, incredibly hot stream of creamy, pearlescent fluid began to leak from her pussy, coating Blake’s tongue and the roof of her mouth as Sunset’s pussy quivered in a long, drawn-out climax.

​"Oh... oh sweet Celestia..." Sunset panted, her body finally collapsing back onto Blake’s legs, her breath coming in ragged, humiliated gasp. "I... I’m so sorry, Blake. I’ve never... I’ve never actually leaked like that before. That was... I'm so embarrassed."

​Blake pulled away, her face glistening and a streak of Sunset's creaminess trailing from the corner of her mouth. She didn't look disgusted; she looked triumphant. She wiped her lip with the back of her hand and let out a low, purring laugh.

​"Quit worrying, Sunset," Blake murmured, her amber eyes glowing with a predatory warmth. "Believe me, I’ve had heavy squirters sitting on my face before, my partner back home is practically a fire hazard. I take it as a compliment that I could help you release like that. It tastes like victory."

​True to her feline nature, Blake leaned back in, her tongue flicking out with meticulous care. She lapped up every last drop of the creamy nectar, cleaning Sunset’s pink folds with a soft, soothing devotion that made the stinging on Sunset’s ass fade into a pleasant, warm throb.

​Once the job was done, Blake pulled back and delivered one final, firm smack to Sunset’s left ass cheek, the sound echoing sharply in the bedroom.

​"Now," Blake purred, her cat ears twitching with anticipation as she lay back and spread her legs wide again, revealing her still-dripping midnight-black landing strip. "Quit worrying about licking me for a second and go get one of those toys you promised. I think it’s time we see what your 'human' technology can really do for a Huntress."

Sunset rubbed her soaking pussy across Blake’s lips one final time, a slick, parting gift that left Blake humming in anticipation. As Sunset padded over to the dresser, the lights catching the curve of her orange-toned back.

​"I've got a bit of everything, Blake," Sunset called out, her fingers dancing over a collection of silicone and chrome. "Small vibes, anal beads, classic shapes... name your poison. I've got a toy for any craving you've got." She glanced back to see Blake already working her own clit, her fingers disappearing into that dark, silken landing strip.

​Blake’s eyes were glassy with heat. "I’m going to close my eyes," she whispered, her voice a low, melodic challenge. "Surprise me."

​A wicked grin spread across Sunset’s face. She reached deep into the drawer and pulled out a sturdy, high-quality harness. She stepped into the straps, cinching them tight over her hips. The dildo she chose was a masterpiece of realism: a solid six inches of textured silicone, slightly thicker than average, with a soft, weighted set of testicles at the base that promised a rhythmic thud against anyone it hit.

​Sunset crawled back onto the king-sized bed, the mattress dipping under her weight. She grabbed Blake's ankles, hoisting her legs high and spreading them wide. "Open 'em up, Belladonna."

​Blake’s eyes snapped open. She saw Sunset positioned between her thighs, the realistic shaft jutting out from her hips. Blake’s hand flew to her own lips, her breath hitching as she lifted her hips instinctively, the head of the dildo dragging through her own wetness.

​"Are you going to use me like a dirty little whore?" Blake asked, her voice trembling with a mix of innocence and raw filth. "Are you going to turn me into a dirty little cum slut?"

​Sunset let out a bark of laughter, hooking one of Blake’s legs over her shoulder. She took the shaft in her hand and delivered a playful, wet smack against Blake’s clit. "You sound so corny, Blake, but I fucking love it." She teased the head of the toy between Blake’s pink folds, coating the silicone in Faunus nectar until it glistened.

​Blake’s hands flew to her own breasts, kneading the firm flesh. "Once you get it in, please... don't be gentle. Fuck me hard and fast. I want to feel those balls hitting the crack of my ass every time you thrust!"

​Sunset didn't need to be told twice. She lined herself up, used a shallow, rocking motion to open Blake up, and then, with a sharp, authoritative tilt of her hips, drove the toy balls deep into Blake’s tight, pulsing pussy.

​The air left Blake’s lungs in a jagged gasp. Sunset immediately lowered her body, pinning Blake’s torso to the mattress. She moved her hips in a slow, agonizingly deep grind, the soft silicone testicles rhythmically against Blake’s perineum.

​"I'm sorry," Sunset whispered against Blake's ear, her voice husky and full of genuine affection. "I'm not fucking you hard and fast quite yet... because I had to come up here and kiss you. You're so fucking beautiful, Blake. Everything about you is so sexy it’s making my head spin."

​Blake wrapped her arms around Sunset’s neck, pulling her into a deep, desperate kiss. "You're fucking beautiful too," Blake panted against her lips. "And might I add... you taste fucking delicious."

​They stayed locked in that slow, intimate dance for a moment, the dildo sliding in and out with a wet, heavy suction. But then Blake pulled back, her forehead resting against Sunset’s, her amber eyes burning with an intense, submissive hunger.

​"I know you said it was corny," Blake whispered, her voice raw. "But I meant it. I want to be used, Sunset. I love the feeling of being an object. Please... treat me like a fucking whore."

Sunset softened for just a heartbeat, leaning down to press a tender, lingering kiss to Blake’s forehead. It was a stark contrast to the heavy weight of the harness between them. "Okay," Sunset whispered, her eyes burning with a mixture of affection and rising heat. "But fair warning: after I get done treating you like a dirty little whore, you have to treat me the same way. I want my turn to be used."

​Blake’s response was primal. She arched her back, grinding her soaking pussy upward against the base of the dildo, her hands flying to her own breasts. She gripped her firm tits, pinching her nipples hard enough to make her wince. "Please," she rasped, biting her bottom lip until it turned white. "My pussy is yours and yours alone tonight. Do whatever you want with it."

​That was the green light. Sunset’s expression shifted from loving to predatory. She grabbed Blake’s hips, hoisting her slightly off the mattress to get the perfect angle, and rammed the strap-on home.

​Thwack. The sound of Sunset’s hips colliding with Blake’s was loud in the quiet room. Sunset pulled back until only the very tip of the silicone head remained inside those pink folds, then drove it back in with a punishing, high-speed thrust. Once deep, she didn't just pull out; she ground her pelvis in a slow, agonizing circle, letting Blake feel every ridge of the toy as the weighted testicles slapped hard against the crack of her ass.

​"Oh, gods, Sunset!" Blake cried out, her cat ears pinning back flat against her head.

​Sunset’s pace accelerated. What started as a deliberate rhythm turned into a frantic, slamming momentum. She hooked Blake’s ankles and hoisted her legs up until they were draped over her shoulders, putting Blake’s pussy on full display. Sunset, peppering kisses along Blake’s calves and ankles, then looking down with a wicked smirk.

​"If this pussy is mine for the night," Sunset panted, her voice thick with authority, "then I want it cumming and quivering for me. I want to feel it trying to swallow this thing whole."

​Sunset having a leg of Blake's on each shoulder then, props herself up on her hands, flanking Blake’s shoulders, leaning in so they were face-to-face, eye-to-eye, even as her lower body continued to jackhammer into Blake with a relentless, "balls-deep" force. The bedframe groaned with every hit.

​"Talk to me, Blake," Sunset commanded, her cyan eyes boring into Blake’s amber ones. "If it's my pussy, I want to know how it feels. Describe exactly what I'm doing to you."

​Blake’s head thrashed from side to side on the pillow, her fingers still twisting her own nipples as she tried to find the words through the haze of pleasure. "It feels... it feels like you're filling me up completely," she moaned, her voice breaking. "Every time you slam into me, I feel the head of it hitting my cervix... it’s so deep, Sunset. I feel like a dirty little cum slut being stretched out just for your pleasure, but... but I feel so safe with you. I feel like you're taking every part of me."

​She let out a choked sob of joy as Sunset hit a particularly sensitive spot. "It’s so hot... the friction is burning, but I don't want you to stop! I love how hard you're hitting me... I love that the only thing I can feel is you and this toy. Use me... keep using me until I can't remember my own name!"

​"That's my good girl," Sunset whispered, leaning down to catch Blake’s lips in a messy, tongue-heavy kiss even as her hips never missed a beat, driving the dildo in and out of Blake’s soaking, overstimulated pussy.

Sunset sitting back upward, adjusted her grip, sliding her hands down to Blake’s ankles and wrenching her legs into a wide, vulnerable "V." She sat back on her heels just enough to get a panoramic view of the carnage she was wreaking.

​"Look at this," Sunset breathed, her voice dripping with awe and lust.

​The sight was primal. The six-inch realistic shaft was a silhouette against Blake’s pale inner thighs, disappearing completely into her every time Sunset slammed her hips forward. Sunset watched as the midnight-black landing strip parted around the toy, the thick hair slicked down with a mixture of translucent nectar and a growing, white creaminess. Every time the dildo bottomed out, the soft silicone testicles at the base collided with Blake’s perineum with a heavy, wet slap, sending tremors through her glistening, pink folds.

​"Your pussy is so beautiful, Blake," Sunset exclaimed, her eyes wide. "It’s literally devouring this thing. You’re so tight, I can see the skin stretching every time I thrust."

​Blake’s head thrashed against the pillows, her cat ears flat and twitching. "Then fuck it harder!" she shrieked, her voice cracking. "Don't just watch it, Sunset, wreck it! Give me everything!"

​"Not yet," Sunset countered, her pace steady and punishing. "Use your hand. Rub that pretty clit of yours right now. I want to watch this pussy cum for me while I'm buried inside it."

​Blake’s hand dove down, her fingers disappearing into the dark thicket of hair. Sunset watched with predatory focus as Blake’s slim fingers found her engorged clit. The friction of her hand moving against the damp landing strip created a messy, squelching sound that harmonized with the rhythmic thud-thud-thud of the dildo.

​"Talk to me, Belladonna," Sunset commanded, her hips never missing a beat. "Tell me what that hand is doing to you while I'm stretching you out."

​"It’s... it’s too much," Blake moaned, her eyes rolling back. "The rubbing... it’s making every thrust feel like a lightning bolt. My clit is so sensitive, and when you hit the back of my pussy, it sends a wave of heat right to my fingertips. I feel like a complete slut, Sunset... just lying here, playing with myself while you use me like a toy. It feels... it feels like I’m finally melting into you."

​Sunset leaned forward, her eyes narrowing as she noticed the change in the friction. A thick, white creaminess was beginning to lather up around the base of the dildo, coating the shaft in a creamy film as it slid in and out.

​Sunset licked her lips, the "tethering fever" in her own gut reaching a boiling point. "God, Blake... look at all that cream. You’re working yourself into a lather for me. I bet that pussy tastes like pure heaven right now with all that sweetness leaking out. You’re making such a beautiful mess of my bed."

​"Then taste it!" Blake challenged, her voice a desperate rasp. "Don't let a drop go to waste! I'm so close... Sunset, I'm right there! Please, just... keep hitting that spot!"

​"I've got you," Sunset growled, increasing the speed until her hips were a blur, the realistic balls of the toy drumming a frantic beat against Blake’s soaking skin. "I've got you, my beautiful little whore."

Sunset’s hips were a relentless piston, the strap-on dildo disappearing into Blake’s cream-slicked pussy with a savage, wet rhythm. The bed was shaking, the headboard drumming against the wall, but all Blake could hear was the sound of her pussy being claimed.

​"That’s right, cum for me, you little slut!" Sunset roared, her face flushed a deep orange as she leaned into the thrusts. 

​Blake’s world fractured. Her fingers were a blur against her clit, the black hair between her legs slicked with wetness. "Oh, gods! Sunset! I’m—I’m cumming!" Blake shrieked, her voice cracking as the first wave hit her. Her internal muscles clamped down like a vice on the silicone shaft, as her thick white creaminess flooded out of her, coating the dildo and Sunset’s thighs. "It's so much! It’s so deep! Oh fuck! I’ve never felt an orgasm this fucking intense!"

​She was shaking, her cat ears pinned back and twitching frantically, but Sunset didn't pull back. She kept the pace brutal, the realistic balls of the toy thudding against her the bottom of her ass cheeks.

​"Don't you go soft on me now," Sunset panted, her eyes wide and hungry. "You told me to treat you like a dirty little cum slut, Belladonna. A slut doesn't get a stop just because she finished once. Keep on cumming for me, baby! I want to see you cumming again!"

​Blake looked up, her vision blurry with tears of pure pleasure, and locked eyes with Sunset. The "tether" was a physical bridge between them now, pulsating with every heartbeat. "You’re... you’re a monster, Sunset Shimmer," Blake gasped, a wicked, desperate smile across her face. "And I fucking love it! You want more? Then watch me!"

​Obeying the command, Blake dove her hand back down. She didn't just rub; she attacked her own clit with a furious, overstimulated desperation. Her hips bucked upward, meeting Sunset’s heavy downward slams with a force that made the dildo bottom out so deep in her.

​"Talk to me!" Sunset commanded, her sweat dripping onto Blake’s chest. "Tell me what's happening to your pussy right now!"

​"It’s... it’s hungry!" Blake wailed, her eyes locked on Sunset's. "It’s begging for more! I can feel the second one climbing up my spine already! I’m so sensitive, every thrust feels like you're reaching into my soul and pulling! I’m your whore, Sunset! I’m your little Remnant toy! Fuck me into the mattress until I can't move!"

​Blake’s breathing turned into short, sharp gasps of air as she neared the second peak. "I’m right there! I’m...I’m gonna...gonna cum Sunset, please! Slam it in me! Slam it one last time!"

​Sunset gave her exactly what she wanted, pulling the dildo almost all the way out before driving it in with a final, soul-crushing thrust that sent Blake into a second, even more violent quivering orgasm. Blake’s head thudded back against the pillow, her body arching into a bow as she screamed Sunset’s name into the rafters, her pussy pulsing and creaming all over the toy.

Sunset remained hovering between Blake’s thighs for a moment, her chest heaving as she watched the aftershocks of the orgasm ripple through Blake’s limping frame. Slowly, she pulled the strap-on back, the suction making a heavy, wet sound as the silicone slid out. The dildo was a sight to behold, completely glazed in Blake's creaminess, shimmering under the bedroom light.

​"God, you're a mess," Sunset whispered, her voice full of pride. She let go of Blake’s ankles, watching as the Huntress's legs fell limp and heavy onto the mattress, still spread wide in a dazed invitation.

​Sunset didn't pull away. She dove back down, her lips finding the sensitive skin of Blake's inner thighs, peppering them with soft, lingering kisses.

​"No... please," Blake rasped, her head lolling to the side, her cat ears flattened in sheer sensory overload. "Sunset, don't... I'm far too sensitive. I think my heart is going to stop if you touch me there again."

​"Don't worry, baby," Sunset murmured against her skin, her breath hot. "I’m going to be gentle. But look at this... I’m not letting a single drop of this creamy goodness go to waste. You worked too hard for it."

​Sunset moved her focus to the center of the black hair landing strip. She began to lick with slow, broad strokes, avoiding the hyper-sensitive clit just as she promised. She savored the taste; salty, sweet, and heavy with the musk of a Faunus in heat. She cleaned every fold, drinking in the creaminess until Blake’s pussy was glistening and pink again.

​She paused, admiring the sight of Blake’s used, beautiful pussy. Then, a streak of the old "Bad Girl" mischief flared in her eyes. With a wicked little grin, she darted her tongue out in one lightning-fast, gentle flick directly against Blake’s swollen, pulsing clit.

​Blake’s hips jolted off the bed as if she’d been hit by a live wire, a strangled yelp escaping her throat. "Sunset!"

​"Sorry," Sunset giggled, though she didn't look sorry at all as she sat up. "It was just sitting right there in front of my face. I couldn't help myself."

​Leaving Blake to recover in a dazed heap, Sunset hopped off the bed just long enough to unbuckle the harness. She stepped out of the straps and detached the dildo, the silicone still warm and heavily coated in Blake’s fluids. She crawled back onto the king-sized mattress, settling right beside Blake’s limp body.

​Sunset lay on her back, her own legs falling wide open. Without a word, she took the cream-covered toy, lined it up with her pink pussy, and shoved it inside herself with one deep, needy thrust. She let out a long, shaky moan, her internal muscles clenching around the familiar shape.

​She began to pump herself, her hips rocking in a steady, desperate rhythm as she used Blake’s wetness as lubricant. She turned her head to the left, locking eyes with a still-breathless Blake.

​"Mmmm," Sunset groaned, her eyes fluttering shut for a second before refocusing on the girl beside her. "Blake... your cream you left all over this thing... it’s still so warm. It feels so good inside me. It’s like I’ve got a piece of you right where I need it."

The bedroom was filled with the rhythmic, wet sounds of Sunset’s frantic pace. She had her eyes squeezed shut for a moment, her hips bucking upward to meet the dildo as she used Blake’s creamy climax to slide deeper and deeper.

​Blake, slumped against the pillows, could only watch with wide, blown-out pupils. "You're using my cum to fuck yourself," she rasped, the words barely catching on her breath. "That is so... fucking hot, Sunset."

​"It feels so good," Sunset choked out, her voice straining. She reached down with her free hand, her fingers finding her own clit and working it with a blur of motion. "Having your cream mixing with mine... it’s like the "tether" is inside me. I can feel you everywhere."

​Desperate to see every second of the show, Blake grunted, her muscles aching as she dragged herself upward. She propped her back against the headboard, her legs falling open weakly. She reached down, cupping her own sore, throbbing pussy. "I want to play along so bad," Blake whispered, her voice trailing off into a moan as she gingerly touched her swollen lips. "But you wrecked me. I'm so sore... I can barely move my fingers."

​Sunset heard her, and it only pushed her over the edge. She arched her back into a high, trembling bow, her heels digging into the mattress. She forced her eyes open, locking onto Blake’s amber gaze with an intensity that felt like a physical weight.

​"Watch me, Blake," Sunset moaned, her voice rising in pitch. "Look at what you’re doing to me. Your wetness is making me lose it. I'm cumming for you... right now!"

​Suddenly, the "tethered fever" in Sunset's gut didn't just burn, it broke. A massive, unfamiliar pressure built up behind her pubic bone, and instead of just a standard release, her body simply gave way. A powerful, hot jet of clear fluid erupted from her, splashing over her hand and the dildo, soaking the bedsheets in a giant, darkening circle.

​Sunset gasped, her eyes flying wide as she lost her grip on the toy. The dildo slid out, landing on the wetness on the bed, but Sunset didn't stop. She kept her fingers flying over her clit, her body jabbing upward as a second and third wave of spray coated the bed.

​She collapsed back, her legs snapping shut around her hand as the tremors finally began to fade. Her breath came in jagged, pathetic little hitches, her chest heaving as she slowly tilted her head back up to look at Blake.

​"Did... did I..." Sunset wheezed, her cyan eyes darting to the massive wet spot on the mattress. "Did I just... squirt?"

​Blake, who had been watching with her jaw practically on her chest, let out a soft, melodic giggle that turned into a full-blown laugh. She wiped a stray bit of sweat from her forehead, feeling the strength returning to her limbs.

​"Well," Blake teased, gesturing to the literal puddle between Sunset’s legs. "I think we know which side of the bed you're sleeping on tonight. Should I call the plumber?"

​Sunset let out a shaky laugh, her face turning a shade of red that rivaled her hair. "Shut up! I’ve never done that before! I didn't even know I could do that. You Remnant girls are bad influences."

​"Bad influences?" Blake smirked, reaching over to poke Sunset’s damp thigh. "I'm not the one who just turned her mattress into a swimming pool. I was perfectly content being a 'creamy little whore,' but you had to go and upstage me with a fountain."

​"I wasn't trying to upstage you!" Sunset protested, head tilted upwards facing Blake, her hand still resting over her pulsing pussy. "You were just sitting there looking so damn smug and beautiful, I couldn't help it. My body just... gave up."

​Blake leaned over, pressing a soft, sweet kiss to Sunset’s nose before whispering into her ear. "It’s okay. It was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. But I think I have a new nickname for you."

​Sunset groaned, knowing what was coming. "Don't you dare."

​Blake pulled back, her amber eyes shimmering with pure, flirty mischief. "Too late, My Little Squirter."

​Sunset grabbed a pillow and playfully tried to smother Blake's laugh with it. "I hate you so much. We are never telling Twilight about this."

​"Deal," Blake laughed, pulling Sunset into her arms, both of them exhausted, soaking wet, and more connected than they had ever been.

Sunset groaned into the pillow, her face still flushed a deep scarlet as she rolled onto her side facing Blake’s hips. "You are not letting me live that down, are you?"

​Blake slid down the mattress onto her side, looking Sunset face to face, "Why would I?" Blake purred, her cat ears standing tall and proud. "I’m a Huntress, Sunset. I’m trained to observe and report. And that... that was definitely a phenomenon."

​"Oh, shut up," Sunset teased, reaching out to give Blake’s nose a playful flick. "I think the 'phenomenon' started with you being a 'creamy little whore' for my toy. If I'm a fountain, you're a glazed donut."

​Blake laughed, a genuine, throat-clearing sound that vibrated through the "tether" between them. She reached out, her fingers tracing the line of Sunset’s jaw before resting on her cheek. "I suppose that’s a fair trade. I give the cream, you give the splash. It’s balanced. Very Zen."

​Sunset leaned into the touch, her cyan eyes softening as the adrenaline finally began to ebb away, replaced by a deep, heavy warmth. "Zen? Blake, my research papers are on the kitchen floor, my bed is a lake, and I’m pretty sure my neighbors think I’m being murdered."

​"Or having a really, really good time," Blake whispered, sliding closer until their foreheads were touching. "I think they’d be right about the second one. I haven't felt this... light... in years. Thank you, Sunset. For not fighting it."

​Sunset smiled, a small, tender expression that reached her eyes. "Thank whatever this I'm "tether" is. Or thank your ridiculous little cat ears. They kept twitching and making me want to do bad things to you."

​"Mission accomplished," Blake murmured. She leaned forward, capturing Sunset’s lips in a kiss that was worlds away from the frantic passion of a few moments ago. It was slow, soft, and tasted of lingering jasmine tea and shared secrets.

​Sunset kissed her back, her hand moving to rest over Blake’s heart, feeling the steady, calming rhythm. "I guess we’re sleeping on the dry edge of the bed tonight," she whispered against Blake's lips.

​"Worth it," Blake breathed, closing her eyes as she tucked her head under Sunset's chin. "Absolutely worth it."