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The apex of pleasure is a subjective thing. It changes from gestalt to gestalt, from situation to situation. It can go from a massage after a day of manual labor to a kiss from your lover. Everyone has their own definition of it.
Ariane Yeong’s usually includes the sentences “Cut”, “Chocked”, “Hit hard” and “Elster’s fingers”.
Now for some, those who know of Ariane’s history would be worried about what is happening right now in her small apartment in Rotfront. Others who know her more intimately enjoy this side of her. They in fact make a point of helping the young woman indulge and gorge herself in them. They and Elster help turn what is a homely and welcoming apartment into a small temple dedicated to pleasure and Ariane is their figure of worship.
They all come to indulge in Ariane’s desires.
Elster more than most.
“How are you feeling?” Her voice is gravelly, and like all Replika’s there’s a distinct vocal fry to it, this makes her sound colder than she usually is. Makes her sound uncaring.
If you know Elster then you are keenly aware that this couldn’t be further from the truth when it comes to Ariane.
So even as her wife is now, tied up to the ceiling, covered in her own blood from shallow cuts and bruises of Elster’s making, there’s a degree of care that you wouldn’t see coming from anyone else. They are a perfect pair of a domme and a sub. “I’m really good right now but I’m tired?” Ariane slurs her words and Elster can’t contain the silly smile on her lips. The Gestalt always gets like this when coming off a high as rare as these moments are. The combination of the euphoria given by BDSM play and the effort of it is quire something else combine that with a few recreational drugs and she tend to lose some inhibitions. “I wanna keep going though.” The Gestalt relished the caress of Elster’s hand on her head. It can’t happen, she’s coming off the high and Elster can see that her wife is at her limit. She herself is there too.
What comes next happened before. “Why don’t we rest a little?” Which in the language of Elster means “Why don’t we cuddle and talk till you fall asleep?”
If Ariane was a cat she would be purring. Instead, she lets out a clingy okay.
Had they not been in love this would have been the moment when Elster would have fallen head over heels.
Had the positions been reversed then this would be the moment when Ariane would have given her wife a choice. She was fond of choices. – We can keep going. Or we rest. Choose. –
Elster is quick to take Ariane in her arms and undo the knots holstering her up.
And she’s quicker into getting her back to their bedroom.
Practice.
What follows next is aftercare. It’s kissing bruises and licking cuts, it’s disinfecting them and bandaging them. It’s soft touches and even softer sex, it’s hearing I love you and saying it back. It’s saying how safe you feel in your lover’s arms, how loved you feel when she hurts you. It’s being allowed to feel vulnerable after having to be harsh and cruel. It’s wishing you could finish inside while kissing your lover.
It ends with them in bed, resting, Ariane being held from behind, and their legs intertwined. The only thing needed to make this moment perfect would be some music.
They are too lazy to go and put on a record.
At least Elster isn’t too lazy to kiss Ariane’s scars.
Can a Replika feel lazy?
Yes. Every Ara in the nation shows that they can every morning.
Still. Between kisses, Elster admires her wife’s scars.
“I like these ones.” A couple of jagged marks from nails in Ariane’s right upper arm. “Do you remember them?” Have you ever heard a smile? That’s how Elster sounds like right now, the sound of a smiling person. Ariane lets out a small giggle. She remembers. “It’s from when Isa and Erika came to play.” She kisses her wife’s neck. “They loved cutting you, Isa especially with her nails.” She had sharpened them specifically for that night.
“What’s wrong Isa? You feeling jealous ‘cause your sister made me scream before you?” And Ariane loved to tease her former lover. She always did. Specially when she used the sister’s unspoken rivalry in regards to her.
And she loved more when Isolde would grab her with force. “You little bitch.” Especially when she grabbed Ariane’s face. “You know that Erika ain’t nothing compared to me.” True but what’s the fun in admiring that now. “I’ll show you!” While both Elster and Erika watch, the way they are looking at Ariane makes it better.
“Oh baby, aren’t you energetic tonight!” It’s time to tease her wife and her other former lover.
It’s going to be a fun night.
Ariane lets out a small laugh. “We should invite them again.” Kisses are an answer as Elster caresses her wife.
Bliss.
Which leads to her kissing Ariane’s shoulder and the scars there. “These ones…” Bite marks? “Where are they from again?”
“Falke’s teeth.” The gestalt turns to face her Elster. “Remember? She bit me all over. Fingers, tights, neck, breasts.”
Bliss.
The commander has a thing for tights and for getting her head squished by them. “Come on, don’t hold back Falkie.” And she’s awfully shy as well. “Elster is watching. Don’t you want to make her mad?” A pillow princess through and through. “Don’t you want to show the Kolibri’s how good you can make me feel?” She, the same as Ariane, likes to be used. By Ariane, by Elster, by her Kolibri, by a certain Eule. “Tell me what you want to do.” But at times, she wants to do as she always does, take charge.
“Mark you.” Take what’s hers. “I want to mark you.”
And the artist is more than okay with that. “Mark me as yours then.” She can feel the stare Elster is giving her.
The night ended with Elster and Falke bathed in their and each other’s blood while making love.
Perhaps she was Ariane’s favorite guest. “It was fun. She’s a little kitten when you don’t provoke her.” The same can be said about Elster.
The Replika doesn’t lose time. She caresses Ariane’s body, she kisses her arms all the way through the wrists and the scars therein. Various straight lines, one after the other. “I don’t remember these scars on your wrists.” She does in the sense that she saw them before but what caused them?
“They are from before I joined Project Penrose when I was in school still.” Ariane’s voice is quiet.
And Elster doesn’t understand the implications. “What happened…” She knows about the bullying, and she knows about Ariane’s family but she never thought things. Oh wait. “You did this?” Now she understands.
Ariane is quiet. “Are you mad at me?”
“No. Why would I?” This is new, a Replika doesn’t have the concept of self-harm, not when their Persona is stable but… “Could I kiss them?” She thinks out loud, it isn’t a real question.
“Please.”
At least it’s a way to show that she isn’t mad, Elster thinks.
And when you don’t understand something you inquire about it. “Can you tell me about them?” Maybe it’ll make sense.
Ariane doesn’t complain. She in fact wants to talk about it. They told each other so much, a little more won’t be an issue. “It started when I moved here, to Rotfront.” Like many things. “My aunt was a nightmare.” And the venom in Ariane’s voice isn’t new. “I missed home, I wanted to be a girl, there was a lot stressing me and I would often end the day crying hysterically in my room.” If they weren’t holding one another already then Elster would be pulling Ariane closer to her at this instant. “I thought my mom hated me. I missed her.” Still do, she doesn’t say. “Cutting myself made it hurt less.” Odd isn’t it? “Do you hate me?”
“Never.”
“Can you kiss my wrists again?” This is the high school girl in her wants to be loved and comforted. The same high school girl who always dreamed of being saved and whisked away. “Did you ever feel like this Elster?”
It doesn’t make sense to a Replika. “No, nor can I understand what took you to this.” There’s a lack of empathy there. “Which is what makes it sadder to me.” That doesn’t mean that it doesn’t upset her, worries her. “At least you don’t feel like this anymore. Do you?” Please say you don’t, she thinks.
Ariane smiles. “I don’t.” And the world is thankful for that. “I’m glad I have these scars though.” If you could look at Elster’s face right now you would lose all semblance of doubt of the humanity of Replikas. She’s utterly baffled. “When I look at them, when you trace them with your fingers I remember how far I went.” It’s a this point that she realizes that she’s naked, an odd conversation to be having in this state. Not the first time something like this has happened. “They are a reminder that it’s over, I’m not some strung-out girl anymore, I’m safe and sound in here with you.” This time she’s the one to kiss her wife’s wrist. “We’ve been through hell and back over and over but now we are safe and sound.”
Things grow quiet.
“Elster.” It’s a whisper. A tired and satisfied whisper.
“Ariane.”
“Don’t let go of me.” It’s not an order, but Elster respects it as such.
“Wouldn’t even think about it.”