Mircalla loved the pain. The nails raked shivers of painful bliss down her spine and she gasped with pleasure. Carmilla able to feel its shadow and unable to arch her back to the touch. Just feeling the whispers of Laura’s kisses on Mircalla’s back was another push over the edge.

Laura’s dominance was destroying the two of them in the all the worst and best ways. Both hating her touch the other, both hating being called helpless but loving this far too much for it to stop.

Linked by her words, when Laura touched them at the same time it was over powering. Far more intense, as if the ripple was causing multiple echoes between them. Both Carm and Mircalla moaned out loud. Mircalla wanting Laura to focus on her, if only to drive Carm over the edge. She struggled against Laura’s control but nothing happened. No amount of fighting would break that power.

She locked eyes with Carmilla at the mention of vibrators. Barely a moment of shocked expression between them before Laura’s hand hit home and the two of them internally writhed with desire.

Carmilla wasn’t sure how much more she could take without screaming for Laura to fuck her, preferable in front of Mircalla and letting her feel that but not join in. Mircalla was clearly thinking just the same. The sexual jealous between with was pushing to dangerous levels.