Oh fuck. Oh fuck fuck fuck--

She holds on several more minutes.

But not more than that.

She shudders around him, biting her lip bloody to keep from screaming.

Maran makes a soft sound of pleasure, but apart from that he doesn't overtly react. It's debatable whether he noticed.

Serik notices. And comes in Tarro's mouth with a half-stifled moan.

Come on she does not need more sexy things happening right now!

Well at least now the only sounds from the couch are Serik quietly petting Tarro's hair.

Yeah, that--is kind of a pretty mental image, actually, but mostly an ignorable one.

And Maran is still fucking her; but after a few minutes he finishes, and staggers over to the couch to flop onto it.

Serik gets out of his way and goes to help Tarro unchain her.

"My eyes aren't all the way healed yet, could someone fix that?"

Serik helps her up and hands her a bottle of healing water.

She sips it and hugs him and leans her head on his shoulder. "I love you," she says, a little tiredly.

"I love you too." He wraps his arms around her and kisses her forehead. "Time to go home?"

"I should probably get dressed first," she says, looking around for her clothes. (And Tarro. Now that she is no longer being raped she kind of wants to see if he looks like he's been sucking Serik off.)

Well, there he is, fetching her clothes. There are no obvious signs of what he might or might not have been doing a few minutes ago.

Okay.

She dresses quickly and says, "Okay, now we can go."

Serik hugs her again, and they're off on the wind.

When they materialize again she leans on him pensively but doesn't start crying.

They're in her room, sitting up in her bed. He hugs her some more.

Hugs.

"What you said, earlier, about fantasizing about raping me...I really don't think you ever will, but if you ever did really rape me, I wouldn't react like that. I would go limp and be the most unsatisfying victim I could be."

...he laughs.

"I love you.

My head is a lot less--fucked with--than it would be if I didn't have the arrangement. But not none."

He pets her hair. "I love you."

"...It kind of didn't help that I could hear Tarro sucking you off."

"Mm. Sorry."

"Not, mind, that I am objecting to the thing itself--there's a reason it interfered with, ah, self-control--but if there was some way you could do a sound baffle or something next time..."