Emmaline makes Liv beg for it

Liv could feel her orgasm building, the inevitable surge of bliss winding higher and higher, like a spring coiled to pounce. Emmaline's tongue brought her steadily closer, until... all of a sudden, it didn't.

Emmaline's licking slowed down, now coming only as occasional, gradual flicks of the tongue, enough to hold Liv right at the brink of orgasm, but no further.

Liv looked down at her and whimpered as she met Emmaline's eyes. Liv may have felt in command for a fleeting moment, but it was a naive fantasy and the smirk on the noble woman's face demonstrated just how clearly she understood that fact. The two held their gaze as Emmaline teased her, patiently tormenting Liv as she wavered on the brink of ectasy. Emmaline paused, pulling away for a moment.

"You know, Liv-y, I can't really read your mind or anything. If you want something from me, you're going to have to tell me what it iiiisss~" another lick, kept Liv from falling away from the edge. Her pussy quivered with need, body tense with so much needy pleasure that it was almost painful.

Liv stared down at Emmaline. Instinct told her to resist, to taunt or tease her somehow, to say or do something to regain some modicum of power, rather than letting Emmaline hold her completely at her mercy.

But there was just no way she could manage. She needed it so very badly, so desperately!

"I... I want you to make me cum!"

"And, you have to tell me what you are, too. Tell me you're a whore, and maaaybe I'll give you what you want" Emmaline giggled as she lazily licked at Liv. It seemed like a ditsy absentminded action, but Liv suddenly understood just how carefully and precisely in control Emmaline was of each exact motion. There was no resisting. Any thoughts of dominance were completely foolish, utterly stupid and arrogant. Why need did a slut like Liv have for something as useless as pride? All she needed was...

"Oh Emma, please! I'm just a whore, and... and I need it so badly, oh Gods please, fuck--please please make me cum!" Liv whimpered. Emmaline smiled, turned her face, and started to lick Liv once again, steadily, constantly, the same gesture again and again, up through her folds to trace gently against her clit, then back down, then up, then down. At once, Liv felt the endlessly building wave of pleasure peak and crash, surging up over her as she cried out and Emmaline continued to lick, a merciless smirk on her face.

"F-ffucckk! Yes, Emmaline, oh yes, fuck!" Liv writhed and moaned, ecstasy shooting through her every nerve as Emmaline just held her there, patiently driving her past the brink into such impossible bliss. Every touch just seemed to drive her higher and higher, until Liv just couldn't take it anymore. Her eyes locked shut, and the world around her went white with bliss.

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