For a few long moments, Sable just holds a teasing smirk, her pace not changing a bit as Ishaza begs, just keeping up that same inexorable intensity thrust after thrust after tease after lick after stroke.

And Ishaza can't do a damn thing about it. 

"Fuck," she groans, "you tease -" 

And then a long moan slips from her mouth and she shudders and closes her eyes to brace against the pleasure.

Sable's smirk widens fractionally.

And then, almost without warning, Sable starts ramming harder into Ishaza, the pace almost doubling, the tendril on her clit lapping and sucking hard, the tentacles around her tits sprouting sucker tips to suck at her nipples even as they squeeze and grope the lavender mounds with their whole length. Sable leans forward, lips dragging along Ishaza's neck and shoulder, kissing and sucking and biting, a hand on one of her horns keeping her head tilted just enough to expose her neck to more and more of the sensuous assault. The pounding cock inside her throbs intensely, gradually pushing closer to a peak.

Ishaza melts. It's not hard to give in to the instinctual motions and moans and gasps, not with so much attention being lavished on her. She's on top, technically, but she's still completely at Sable's mercy, and in some ways this is still gentler than she expected - 

But it's wonderful, in its own way, and easy enough to lose herself in.

Another tentacle forms, this one phallic in shape, and swiftly looms over Ishaza's head, the lubricated tip plunging slickly into her mouth. Sable's pace picks up further, slamming roughly into Ishaza again and again, moans and gasps spilling from her lips between passionate kisses and bites.

Mmmmmmm. Now that's more what she was expecting. She wonders if Sable gets fine sensation from this. No reason not to use technique on it even if it's just to give a show, now, is there?

She suckles and swirls her tongue even as sweat stands out across her body and her back arches and her breath comes hard and fast.

Judging by the way Sable gasps hard as Ishaza starts to suck on her new tentacock, yes, she absolutely does. She thrusts and kisses and gropes with hungry abandon, breath coming ragged.

"Close," she manages to gasp out between kisses.

Ishaza isn't able to form words with a cock in her mouth, but judging by the tension in her body and the way she's moaning as she suckles, she's not too far away either. 

The passion builds, harder and faster, and then with a long and shaky moan Sable tips over the edge into a climax, aphrodisiac-filled cum spurting into Ishaza's cunt and mouth from her cocks, arms clenching tightly around Ishaza's back, her whole body shaking with the intensity of it as she keeps thrusting through the orgasm.

Ishaza was close already, and the sudden introduction of a potent dose of aphrodisiac is absolutely enough to get her there. She shakes in her restraints and moans pitifully around the cock in her mouth, swallowing Sable's aphrodisiac cum as best she can. 

Sudden intense heat blossoms in her core and zaps outwards to her nipples and pussy, and she lets out a needy whimper around the cock in her mouth, Sable's aphrodisiac seed filling her with the need for more -

Sable's not made of biology anymore, so she conveniently doesn't have such silly things as refractory periods. She slows for a few moments as she comes down from her tattoo-enhanced orgasm and the reflected pleasure of Ishaza's, then picks up speed again and thrusts with a renewed intensity, moaning shakily, tentacles sucking at Ishaza's nipples and clit.

Oh, oh good. 

She falls into the pleasure, ingrained training still letting her flutter her tongue and suckle firmly as she's used and filled and fucked. She's still sensitive after her first orgasm, but she's built to handle this - so the pleasure just spikes more, filling her up, crackling through her body like sparks. 

She shudders, bucking hard in her restraints, and swallows yet more aphrodisiac seed, and just moves, instinctual and easy. 

They fall into a rhythm of passion together, moaning and thrusting and shuddering their way up to and then through a third orgasm together, the motions natural and responsive, Sable's tentacles dancing across Ishaza's skin in a flurry of caresses and suckles and gropes where they're not just holding her tight. The rise slower this time, they build inexorably toward a fourth.

Ishaza still isn't slowing down. If anything, she's more active now than she was a few minutes ago. It could have something to do with all the aphrodisiac in her system now - her mind is certainly filled with a white haze of pleasure - but that ought not to overcome overstimulation and exhaustion. 

It's kind of like every time she comes, she gets a second wind. And while she is slowing a little, she definitely seems like she could handle more.

Sable's not physically tiring on any meaningful level. Her mind processes the overstimulation just fine, the orgasms physically energize her, and she could keep going indefinitely by any practical measure. It's more that she's just running out of domme energy.

Eventually, she sags backward, slowing her thrusting down to an gradual stop, pulling the tentacle out of Ishaza's mouth. She gazes sappily at Ishaza and hugs firmly, her tails tightening around her and tentacles melting seamlessly away into her back.

Ishaza presses in instinctually, her body still very much wanting more. 

She kisses Sable's shoulder and squirms against her a little, then - takes a deep breath, bites the inside of her lip, and eases in against her gently. Her breath is still a little fast and she's very flushed. 

She runs a hand through Sable's hair and kisses Sable once, somehow keeping it chaste, and smiles at her softly.

She's still got that glorious cock inside her and she wants more, but she has to check in, has to make sure this works, even though her whole body is on fire. 

She'd known going into this that it was going to be... intense, with someone literally made of aphrodisiac. That doesn't really help her cope much, though. She's been on aphrodisiacs before as part of her training, but the damn things are terribly distracting even when you know they're coming.

She kisses Sable again, lingeringly, and keeps her instinctual motions small, even if she can't help grinding she can keep from it being anything more than a tease, and whispers in her ear... 

"Do you want more?"

She's gasping — psychosomatically, she only barely still has a physical need to breathe at all and certainly can't be said to have anything so prosaic as lungs — the sparking, energetic thrum of pleasure through every drop of her only starting to subside, as she responds, "Yeah, I do. I really, really do. But I think going that hard into domme after that much vulnerability, well... It made it richer, even better than it already would've been for me, but it also tapped out all of my domme energy for a while, if that makes any sense."

Ishaza -

She wants to just plunge right back in, but this is not the position and not the time, she's still far too much held in Sable's lap like this, and she's not really thinking straight. 

So, reluctantly, she pries herself up off of Sable's cock, bracing her trembling limbs against the back of the couch. With a slip of one knee backwards, she steadies herself against the floor and makes sure her hoof has purchase; then she steps back with her other leg, and very carefully stands. 

She exhales, looks down at the seed sliding down her thighs, and raises an eyebrow. "Such a messy girl. Oh well." 

She offers a hand to Sable. "Would you care to join me on the bed?"

Sable blushes brightly, at the teasing remark, but nods with a smile, taking Ishaza's offered hand and standing up.

Ishaza leads her across the room to the bed, still managing that little smile of hers despite, well, everything.

She follows, flopping back onto the bed with a casual grace — for all that she's reeling from a deliciously complicated emotional state, those new movement instincts got wired in very thoroughly — her tails splaying out beside her, a few pillows under her back and head.

Ishaza follows her, and straddles her once again, one hand pressing down against her sternum. 

"You stay right where you are," she says. And with her free hand, she lines up that cock against her sex once again, and slides it home again.

She lets out a long sigh. "That's better."

Sable sighs out as well, at both the sensation and the break from control. "Yes, ma'am."

She brings one hand up to start squeezing her left breast, and her tails unconsciously wrap needily around Ishaza's waist.

And this time, Ishaza moves, slow and steady, clenching rhythmically with each sway of her hips atop Sable.