Her fingers pinched, twisted. The palm squeezed. Teeth grazed at her throat, brushing the back of Alkaid's neck while she humped her. Her motions grew more and more zealous while the girl was getting accustomed to the sensations. As she heard the sounds of pain fading, she took advantage of it.

Her fingers reached down, palm rubbing over the nub of flesh while they teased at the entrance to her sex. "I," she said, middle finger brushing the inside of the labia but not pushing into her. "Can be inside of you. Right now. I can take every first from you tonight. But you need to ask for it."

She giggled. Somehow, she imagined that soon Alkaid might actually be asking.