Ishaza is currently sitting down, so her clothing's structural failure is understated. As the pin falls to the floor, her robe falls open to bare one breast. 

Ishaza presses into Sable's petting hand, and the small movement makes her robe fall open even further. Both her dark-purple nipples are on display now, still accented by the curve of her ruby pendant between them. 

"I think," she says, "It would be better if I were in your lap as opposed to next to it."

Her eyes eagerly drink in every additional inch of Ishaza's beauty as it's revealed, the fading violet blush on her cheeks blooming anew, her pupils quite blatantly heart-shaped now.

"That," she replies with a flirty grin, "sounds like an extremely sensible idea."

She unwraps her tail from around Ishaza's waist, resting it to the side with the other two, and leans back a bit to allow Ishaza to reposition herself as she likes.

Ishaza turns on her knees, and straddles Sable. Her dress has fallen completely open at this point, baring her entire front from collarbone to crotch. 

Ishaza gives Sable a soft kiss, her silver-stained lips pressing softly against Sable's; then she raises her hands to her shoulders and lifts her dress up slightly. With an arch of her right arm above her head, she brings her dress-filled hands together to her left side - and then her right arm falls to rest around Sable's shoulders even as her left hand tosses the dress aside. It's clearly a practiced motion - it's too smooth, and shows off her breasts and toned arms too much, to be anything but.

She savors the gentle kiss, her violet lips parting in a pleased (and faintly longing) sigh when Ishaza pulls away. She gazes, rapt, at Ishaza's graceful disrobing and the way her breasts bounce before her eyes, her whole body a picture of elegance in motion. She leans forward to respond with another gentle kiss. Her hands cup Ishaza's sides just below her breasts, then slide together down to her waist, before the left slips further down to caress her hip and thigh, while the right slides back up to tenderly cup and stroke her breast.

Ishaza's hands slip in underneath Sable's crop top, pushing it up a little to bare her breasts; Ishaza's fingers play across Sable's breasts as she presses in closer, grinding her bare sex against her through her pants. 

Ishaza's kisses are more rapid, now, a little breathless, with hunger and intention behind them. 

Sable's crop-top must have some stretch enchanted into it, because it slides up easily to reveal dusky violet nipples standing out atop pale, full breasts. Her hands pause in their lustful exploration of Ishaza's curves, returning to her own chest to pull her top over her head and toss it aside. She leans back into kissing Ishaza, violet lips pressing eagerly against silver, then trailing lingeringly across her lavender skin. Her hands stroke up and down Ishaza's back and sides, one settling in a firm grip around her ass, the other trailing up to bury in her hair. Soft tails lash with passion before wrapping around Ishaza's back, holding her close and twining around her own tail.

Ishaza squirms against Sable, in the manner of one who's testing restraints they don't particularly want to be let loose from. As they press in closer, her hands shift to brace against the couch's back and seat, her naked breasts pressing in skin-to-skin against Sable's. Her tail flexes as well, twining together with Sable's - but her breath is still slow and relatively controlled.

Ooh, she likes that squirm. She tightens her tails more snugly around Izhaza, then presses closer and kisses more hungrily along the soft skin of her neck. Her breath comes more rapidly now, not quite ragged or uneven yet but picking up in intensity as she kisses a soft trail back up to those gorgeous silver lips, leaning into a deeper kiss.

Ishaza kisses more deeply, with tongue. Surprising no-one, she's a very good kisser. 

There's a little more tension in her now. Apparently grinding against Sable, even through her pants, is nice enough to warrant a soft sigh when they part. 

Ishaza gives Sable a challenging smirk as they part, but doesn't say anything. 

Sable meets Ishaza's smirk with a daring grin and a cocked eyebrow, and one of her hands trails up along the back of Ishaza's neck, drags through her hair, and then slips free to grip around one of those elegant horns. Gently but inexorably, Ishaza is pulled into a deep and lingering kiss, Sable's hips rolling underneath her, grinding back up against her.

Ishaza rides against Sable's grinding, kissing back eagerly, letting her control the placement of her mouth. 

There's a little bit of a wet patch on Sable's trousers now. Oops.

Well, that's a good excuse to get out of them, as if she needed one. When Sable breaks the kiss and releases her grip, Ishaza can see six violet tentacles sprouting from Sable's back, four of them swiftly wrapping themselves around Ishaza's arms and legs and lifting her up off of Sable's lap. The other two coil around the base of each of Ishaza's breasts, squeezing and caressing.

"I realized I need to get out of these pants," she says with a smirk, "but I didn't want to stop savoring your body while I did."

She stands and shimmies out of her trousers. "I think you'll like my solution.~"

"I had wondered when you'd start to get serious," Ishaza deadpans. But then she squirms against the tentacles and oh what a smile that is. It looks like she's having fun. 

She's helpless, oh yes, and she likes it. 

"What can I say? You bring out the best in me."

Her pants slide down and she steps out of those and her boots at the same time, revealing toes naturally manicured the same violet as her fingernails and her hair. Then she sits back down on the couch, her slick sex swiftly reshaping. A thick cock slowly rises from her mound, and she carefully watches Ishaza's eyes, waiting for exactly the right size to stop at, setting at a comfortably large eight inches.

The tentacles lower Ishaza back down to Sable's lap, lining up but not thrusting in yet, and then she's tilted forward into reach for Sable to grab her horn again and pull her into a deep kiss.

Ishaza squirms up against Sable, and kisses back firmly, savouring the anticipation of the moment. Sable has her in the palm of her hand, and she likes it. 

She breaks the kiss, tilting Ishaza back upright, then slowly lowers the lavender beauty the rest of the way down, expression rapt with every sensation, along with every minute reaction from Ishaza, as her cock fills her.

Ishaza sighs, and leans into Sable as much as her tentacles will allow, feeling the heat of their bodies together, the thickness of the cock inside her, her breath hitching a little as she clenches.

She sighs as well, savoring the feeling, and then pulls Ishaza back down into a kiss, her tentacles slowly lifting up and down to steadily thrust into her, breasts pressing together, cock throbbing gently inside.

She can have a kiss. She can have as much kiss as she wants. 

It's a little hard for Ishaza to contribute meaningfully here, but she can still do a little enthusiastic hip-wriggling.

Sable gradually picks up the pace, savoring Ishaza's wriggling hips and fluttering cunt as the tentacles fuck her up and down on Sable's cock, and then another small tendril forms, soft, tongue-like, and wet with the same aphrodisiac that Sable's saliva has been changing into. She starts licking and teasing and stroking Ishaza's clit with this new tendril, matching the timing with her thrusts.

Oh. 

Oh fuck.

She's always been weak to having her clit played with, and this is particularly good. She barely has to put any art into this - Sable's just using her. 

A long, ragged moan escapes her mouth, and she pulls against the tentacles wrapping her arms and legs instinctively, her thighs wanting to draw together despite her restraints.

Sable's tentacles are soft and comfy, but have absolutely no give to them at all. No matter how much Ishaza pulls and struggles, her body stays wide open to Sable's increasingly forceful thrusts, the tendril lapping at her clit building in intensity, the tentacles around her tits squeezing and groping roughly. When Ishaza moans, Sable's expression turns deeply satisfied, and she drinks in the glow of Ishaza's reactions.

"Oh I'd hoped I'd manage that," she purrs, her breath ragged. "And don't worry, you'll have your chance to take me apart after.~"

Ishaza sighs, low and long, and leans into Sable, her hands grabbing at the tentacles around her wrists as she braces herself to move a little more forcefully, a little more intently, her nipples standing out against her skin, her body flushed and warm as she takes Sable's cock again and again. 

Her grin turns impressed as Ishaza manages to thrust back to meet her despite her restraints. She pulls Ishaza into another kiss, moaning hard into it as the intensity slowly builds and builds, her breathing becoming more and more ragged.

Ishaza's breathing isn't far behind Sable's. That teasing tendril against her clitoris is just what she needs, and Sable's thrusts against her are grinding against her g-spot. She wants to grab Sable and hold on - but the bindings hold her back, leaving her only able to writhe in Sable's grasp, completely helpless to her pace. 

It's really, really turning her on, honestly. A less skilled lover could leave her cold, here, but Sable's gentle touches and smooth strokes are genuinely melting her. It's not enough, she needs more - 

"Please," she moans. "Take me. More. More, please." The plaintive note in her voice is entirely artless.