Elisandra's heart hammers in her chest, her whole body trembling as she tries to stay steady in the stress position, but her wife is right there -

Thistle's right arm hugs her wife hard back against her, while her left slips in between her legs and spreads open her sex.

"Shhhhhh," she says. "If you make any noise, any noise at all, I'm going to stop. Understand?"

Elisandra just nods.

Thistle's fingers slip slowly into her wife, making a come-hither motion along the upper wall of her sex. She kisses at her neck, nibbling and biting, and pulls her in hard, naked flesh against shadowflesh.

Elisandra's breathing flutters and stalls, hitching unsteadily with every slow stroke of her wife's fingers. But she doesn't squeak or moan or even sigh. She just holds very very still in her wife's arms.

Thistle hastens her pace, her palm grinding against Elisandra's mons, her hot breath washing over her shoulder. "Such a good girl, such a very very good girl. So quiet and obedient..."

Elisandra covers her mouth with one hand and scrunches her eyes up tight and holds her wife's free hand and clings hard - 

And Thistle keeps stroking, harder, faster -

A strangled sigh escapes around the hand over Eli's mouth.

Thistle slows. "What was that, dear?"

Elisandra shakes her head, her eyes wide -

"Nothing, is that it?"

Nod nod nod nod nod!!

"Good girl." And she speeds her fingers again...

And Elisandra's hips buck, and she half-falls out of her wife's lap, catching herself with the hand that was over her mouth -

But Thistle just keeps stroking, her hands implacable -

And the orgasm tears its way out of Elisandra's throat with a guttural groan, but by then it's too late, she's won.

Thistle just grins and pulls her hands away. 

"Get what you came for?~", she teases. 

"Fuck yes."

"Good girl. Now let's cuddle." 

Thistle fiddles with the pendant at her neck, and the floor goes plush and soft beneath them. She flops down next to her wife and grins.

Elisandra snuggles up against her side and sighs and smiles.

"I wasn't too cruel?"

"You were perfect. As usual."

"Awww, thank you."

"Yours."