"Go on. I'll catch up."

The same conversation is taking place next door, with Hayden asking Terra and Cameron if they want to play.

"Ooh! Yes." Terra hops up eagerly and follows Hayden into the hall.

After a moment, Cameron gets up and meanders somewhat ambivalently out after them.

A hand comes out of the neighboring dorm room and pulls Cameron inside.

Her arms go around Cameron's waist. "Hi."

A wave of tingling force emanates from Eelle and catches the door, swinging it firmly shut.

Relieved smile. "Hi."

They're alone, and Purgatory knows exactly what Cameron is feeling. She can just... stop not acting on the yearning ache in her skin, the melty flutter between her legs, the hollow need in her core; on the warmth of Purgatory's body, the silky smoothness of Purgatory's skin, the alluring quirk of Purgatory's lips. No pretense is even possible, here, and that is so utterly freeing.

Cameron's lips crash into Purgatory's, and her hands dive into the other girl's dress, yanking the neckline down to expose her breasts and pull the straps off her shoulders.

She shimmies, letting her dress fall all the way to the floor, then arches into Cameron's touch, kissing back with a needy fervor. Eelle is into Cameron on her own merits, but she's also drinking in all of Cameron's lust and shivering as it rages through her. Cameron must have ridiculous self-control if she feels like this all the time.

A quick yank turns Cameron's tube-top into a belt. Hands move out of the way as she presses herself against Cameron's thicker, softer chest.

Cameron's lust is delightfully non-specific, and Purgatory may drink it all without feeling the least bit narcissistic. Also, her skirt can unzip and come off without needing to step out of it.

See, this is why it's awkward to start before everyone is already naked. It leads to a suboptimal experience, either because hands are busy with clothing instead of flesh, or because urgency to get hands on flesh leads to not actually reaching a state of nudity. Cameron isn't ripping Purgatory's panties off, but only because she has a very strong respect for other people's property. Also, she's still wearing her leather bracelets and other adornments, and they're both still wearing shoes.

Cameron has no idea how normal people solve this problem, but she solves it by figuratively throwing up her hands, focusing on her arousal, and rousing them both with her full power.

Eelle finds the zipper, but her nimble fingers fumble it as she gasps out a breathless, "Oh!!!!"

"Oh god! I can feel that! Like a billion psionic tentacles caressing every last nerve in my body! OH!!!!"

Eelle's arms clench Cameron to her with bruising force as she cums and cums, breathless, shaking, her hips twisting and humping air as she soaks her panties through and slicks her thighs.

Cameron is too distracted by her own orgasm to be sure, at first, but judging by the pain, that cracked at least one of her ribs. It hurts, but making Purgatory lose control like that is hot.

"S-sorry."

Cameron shifts, healing the damage.

"I have no regrets about that decision." He means that, wholeheartedly.

He drops to his knees, dragging his face and lips over Purgatory's breasts and belly on his way down. He yanks her panties down, then grabs those and her dress and frees them from her feet, leaving Purgatory completely naked except for her shoes. He twists around to get his own girly goth boots off, then unzips his skirt and kicks off his thong. Finally, he stands up and removes his bracelets and stuff; those he could leave on, but... not this time.

Eelle knows she can ask him to return to girl form, and he will. She doesn't ask. It doesn't actually matter to her which body Cameron's in, as long as she can keep feeling that same mind behind the flesh.

She takes off her shoes and tackles Cameron onto her fancy new bed, straddling his hips as she lays flat on top of him and captures his lips again.

His cock is hard, eager, seeking. He can feel her cleft, touching the shaft, wet and inviting. He wants to be inside her, needs to be insider her, or else why even have a cock. It isn't like she prefers it to a pussy.

It's cool how she can feel his electrochemokinesis touching her, though. He can't even do that.

He can heal her, which happens to serve as a form of birth control, if that was a concern.

There are some purely functional, penetrative advantages to the cock, admittedly. Irrespective of the rest of Cameron's current form, she wants it in her.

I can kill gametes with my own psychokinesis, but thank you for thinking it, Eelle projects into his mind while she does her best to fellate his tongue with her mouth.

Speaking of psychokinesis. Eelle moans, needy, and angles her hips as she pushes that feeling out of her body. A cloud of force collects around Cameron's cock, and flows back to Eelle's molten center, pulling his cock with it. The force tugs his tip straight to her entrance, spearing him into her.

Oh fuck that's hot. His hips lurch up, thrusting him deep into her without his input, bottoming out with a wet squish.

He feels an orgasm boiling up as her slippery heat envelops his shaft, and slams a numbing into himself, strangling it before it can break loose. Except, why exactly is he holding back? He can keep himself hard and horny after he cums just as easily. Kicking that reflex in the figurative face, Cameron lets off with his power and stops caring.

Eelle can feel how close he is to cumming, obviously. As the psychokinetic force spends itself, their hips fall back to the bed, driven together by the force of the fall, driving Cameron's cock up into her to the absolute limit, and the jolt of pleasure wrings another gasp out of her, and before their weight can settle she rises again and drops, riding his cock as she rocks her body against his.

Your electrochemokinesis is based in the psychic energy field, Eelle projects distractedly. If I can sense it. It is. So it will be visible to psionic senses.

Good to know.

And then he is moaning into her lips bucking into her as her pussy milks his climax out of him.

Cameron touches himself with his power, rousing to stay erect, and wraps his arms around Purgatory smooth bare back, rocking with her as they continue to move together in a languid undulation.

Eelle wiggles herself into better leverage, and sits up, breaking their kiss. She closes her eyes and moves, riding Cameron faster and with more force, bouncing on his cock and bucking against him on the down-stroke.

So this is what it's like to be on the receiving end of that.

Over the course of learning to use his electrochemokinesis, Cameron has observed that 'arousal' and 'lust' are not simple sliding scales, but complex tapestries of interacting urges and feelings. And his aim has gotten very good. With a light touch, he begins to rouse both of their need: the raw animal compulsion to seek stimulation.

His hips lurch, and his hands seize Purgatory's hips. Suddenly he's desperate to fuck and be fucked, harder, faster, and a low whine escapes him as his skin almost seems to cramp everywhere he isn't touching her.

Eelle opens her mouth in a silent, strangled scream as the psionic touch suffuses her with a feral urgency. And it compounds with what she experiences second-hand through Cameron.

She drops down, pressing herself against the desperate ache of not-touch, rubbing their bodies together fervently as her hips go crazy, pounding up and down, frantic. She doesn't even notice she's about to cum, until she does.

As Purgatory is caught by her orgasm and stops fucking him so frantically, his own need takes over his body and he rolls them over. Now he pounds into her, with frantic, violent thrusts. He grinds his whole body against her, feeling her as he fucks her.

Okay, in this state maybe his aim isn't so good. He tries to numb just her sensitivity to overstimulation, but ends up numbing her entire ability to feel pain. Meh, close enough. She's tougher than him. Its not like he can hurt her by thrusting too hard, and if he somehow does, he'll just heal her before he stops numbing her pain.

Shortly, with a choked off scream, Cameron cums. Without thinking about it, he seizes on the sensation and rouses it in them both, at full power.

Doing that on top of a natural orgasm is

seizureshakingpleasureimpossibleecstasy

love.
No, euphoria.

That... you should be careful with that... Eelle projects, unable to speak. Holy fucking god.

Cameron rises onto his elbows, shaking, as he lifts his face out of the crook of Purgatory's neck. He shivers as a lingering pulsation makes him throb inside her.

Hm?

"You... could accidentally... brainwash... some poor virgin... in love with you... doing that... to them."

Giggle.

"But you'll warn me, right? You'll warn me if I'm with someone who'd confuse pleasure and love, like that. Because you understand exactly what I want out of life. You understand what I want to be."