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Tanthe meets Aire in a "bar"
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Aire finds herself rather distracted by Tanthe's nakedness. Her gaze travels greedily around her body. Her mind begins to generate the fantasy of growing her cock with sex magic until it's two feet long and persuading Tanthe to penetrate all her wombs with it before she cuts her fantasies off. She can't afford to get too turned on or her lust aura will start to activate, and horny and out of it as Tanthe is that could still very well prompt her to have Aire leave the room.

She controls her lust, wraps one of her arms around Tanthe's waist again, and waits for her to begin.

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"Touching oneself" is a euphemism for masturbation, but in this case it's a very literally apt one. When Tanthe nudges Aire out of her way and lies down, that's exactly what she does: touch her own body, running her hands over her stomach and thighs, tracing the lines of her purity tattoo, caressing the curves of her breasts.

She escalates only gradually from there. It's a slow, relaxing process, and while it definitely isn't making her any less turned on at this point, it does help her regain some control. She squeezes and hefts and fondles her breasts, smooths her palms down her chest and stomach, slides them back up again to play with her tits some more. Her breasts are really sensitive; part of the reason she isn't touching her vulva much is that her vulva is a danger zone and she's in the habit of working up to it slowly, but part of the reason is that touching her breasts feels just as good.

Her fingers brush over her nipples, and she moans softly. Down again to stroke her thighs and stomach, slow, soft, soothing. Then she dares to pinch a nipple between her fingers and gently twist and roll it. Her gasps and shivers imply that this is fully as intense for her, maybe even more so, as how most people would experience direct genital stimulation.

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"Let me know if you'd like me to hold you," she says when Tanthe lies down, and postions herself parallel to Tanthe on the bed, lying on her side instead of on her back. Tanthe has a very nice view of her breasts, should she decide to use it.

While Tanthe goes about attempting to calm herself down, Aire's pheromones and aphrodisiacs whisper to her, gently encouraging any thoughts or actions that might lead her to feel more pleasure and softly massaging her mind away from any about how feeling too good might be dangerous. Tanthe's will is strong; what would be overwhelming effects in a more normal person are nudges in her.

Absent any requests on Tanthe's part, Aire will wait, patient and paying close attention, for Tanthe to fall back into a less aware, less controlled state. Aire doesn't actually have any examples of people becoming more in control of themselves by masturbating without orgasm, she really isn't expecting that to actually work beyond the short term.

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Tanthe's version of masturbating-without-orgasm is pretty idiosyncratic, and she seems to be confident it's going to work, but it's not yet clear how. Currently her favoured activity seems to be playing with her nipples for a bit and getting very hot and bothered about it and then taking a break to touch other parts of her body before continuing.

It takes her a while to remember that being held is a possibility, because she's pretty out of it at this point, but eventually she does manage to say out loud with her voice, "Y-you can, hold me, that'd be good..."

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And she gently snuggles into Tanthe's side and wraps her arms around her, her head resting between Tanthe's shoulder and her chest as she looks up at her face.

Incidentally, rather a lot of Tanthe's naked skin is now pressed against Aire's naked skin. And her breasts in particular, half-clothed though they may be, are pressing up against her ribs.

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It's... strange, being so close to someone else while she does this. New. Different.

...kind of really nice, actually.

 

She keeps touching and playing with herself, keeps stroking her breasts and lightly twisting her nipples. And she keeps getting more turned on, but slowly.

And then, for almost the first time in this entire interlude, one hand dips between her legs. She fucks herself with her fingers, slow and gentle but still with a certain sense of urgency, twisting and squirming and rolling her hips and gasping and panting and looking for all the world like she's definitely going to get herself off, even though she can't—

—and she doesn't, but it still works, somehow. After fucking herself like that for a couple of minutes, she stops and stretches out and turns toward Aire and snuggles up, with a release of tension that's not quite like the release after orgasm but certainly seems to be doing some of the same job.

It is by no means solving her whole problem, however. She should really meditate.

What if instead she cuddles Aire, though, what if that. Aire is soft and warm and cozy and safe.

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Aire snuggles Tanthe close and wiggles a bit to get them more comfortable. She's pretty close to six inches taller than Tanthe, so Tanthe ends up with her head resting just above Aire's breasts as their legs tangle together. Not with her face in them, of course, that would be terribly dangerous. 

She holds Tanthe in her arms as she inhales breath after breath of Aire's scent from inches away. Her pheromones aren't at their strongest there, but her whole body releases at least a little of them.

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Aire's upper chest area turns out to be made of warm soft skin which is very good to nuzzle. What an amazing discovery.

"...less of a state now," she murmurs, nuzzling accordingly. "Not none. Should... should..."

Should nuzzle? Definitely should nuzzle. Definitely should not do any of the very bad ideas which, having been briefly banished by her masturbatory ritual, are now lurking at the edges of her consciousness again. But she's not quite together enough to get from 'do not do the bad ideas' to 'perhaps, do the thing that is meant to finish making the bad ideas go away'.

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After a bit, Aire shifts just slightly to get more comfortable.

And oh, look at that! If Tanthe wants to nuzzle into something even softer, well, Aire's breasts are right there!

Aire runs her fingers through Tanthe's hair, still untangled despite all that enjoying herself she was just doing. There's just the tiniest pressure in the direction of her chest.

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Flumph. Cozy.

"'s nice," she mumbles, barely intelligible past the muffling effect of all that soft flesh. "Y'r... nice." Extra nuzzle. Cozy and warm and soft.

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She runs her fingers through Tanthe's hair and passes the time. Smooshed into Aire's chest as she is, her air is going to be very full of pheromones. All of the air reaching her has to run very close by Aire's skin.

She waits, and watches, as her pheromones take more and more effect. And eventually, she makes a suggestion.

"You know, if you wanted we could kiss some more. We already know kissing is perfectly safe."

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By this point Tanthe has settled into a sort of gently horny half-doze. She blinks awake and extracts her face from Aire's cleavage to process this statement.

It's true, they do already know kissing is perfectly safe. What a good way for things to be! She scoots up the bed a little to get their faces on a level, tucks one arm under her body to keep it out of the way, snugs the other arm around Aire's waist, and kisses her.

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And, well, what's the difference, really, between closed-mouth kissing and open-mouth kissing? There isn't an important one, right?

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Tanthe is definitely not paying attention to such fine-grained distinctions at this stage. Kisses are good and Aire's mouth is good.

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Which means that Tanthe's going to have to deal with rather a lot of aphrodisiac exposure. But never mind that, she can kiss Aire as much as she wants. She already knows it's safe, so she doesn't need to worry about how horny she's getting, or anything like that.

No, they've already checked. It's safe. She can just make out with Aire as much as she wants.

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As it turns out, she wants to make out with Aire a lot.

(There's something more to her reaction here than just the taste of Aire's aphrodisiacs. Specifically when Aire's tongue first enters her mouth, and not at any of the many other moments when they share a little saliva, she shivers slightly and presses closer and her kisses seem just a little hungrier all of a sudden. Maybe it's some kind of side effect of her curse, or maybe her body is just desperate at this point for any kind of penetration at all. But the effect is subtle enough that Tanthe herself doesn't notice it.)

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Aire does notice that Tanthe seems to really like it when her tongue is in her mouth.

Well, Tanthe can have as much of Aire's tongue as she wants. 

Eventually she pulls back slightly and looks at Tanthe's face for a moment. How out of it does she look? Could Aire stop kissing her for, oh, say the amount of time it would take her to take off her clothes, and still have a compliant Tanthe on her hands?

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As long as she does not mind Tanthe aggressively obstructing this process with affectionate nuzzles, and possibly kissing Aire all over her face and neck and shoulders and whatever other parts she happens to put in front of Tanthe's face, it should be fine.

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Well, Aire was going to say something about being a little uncomfortable being the only one wearing clothes as an excuse, but with what she's seeing she doesn't particularly feel the need.

Tanthe gets to kiss her face and her shoulders and her tits. 

And then Aire is back in bed with her, this time with nothing between them.

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There is so much warm soft skin.

(Is this okay—?)

(Aire is safe.)

Tanthe decides that she would like Aire to be lying on top of her so she will have both arms free to touch Aire's body. Can this be arranged? Let's find out!

"C'mere," she mumbles, nuzzling Aire's shoulder and tugging her closer and sort of nestling underneath her. "Wanna touch you." Also kisses. The last minute or so of her life has involved a tragic deficit of kisses.

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Aire is very amenable to being nestled under. Tanthe can have as many kisses as she wants. Tanthe can touch her as much as she wants.

Now that Aire's naked the pheromones are much stronger. Tanthe's going to start getting hornier surprisingly quickly, even given the thing where she has so much more of Aire to touch and feel and two hands involved in the feeling.

But it's just kissing. It's perfectly safe.

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Her arousal-fogged brain keeps making terrible suggestions, and she is still stubbornly disregarding all of them, and this whole cycle is beginning to wear on her.

What's the thing she does when she has this problem?

Right, she touches herself, that's what—

—and before she can quite get that train of thought straightened out, her hands are on her breasts, squeezing and stroking, and she's arching up to press her chest against Aire's, and all this is doing the opposite of help. She whimpers and squirms and drags Aire's face down to hers to kiss her again. One hand sneaks back down to play with her nipple, and she doesn't quite notice until she's moaning into Aire's mouth, and it's so hard to think about stopping...

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Aire is actually slightly worried Tanthe will somehow manage to pull herself back together despite it all, she's rather shockingly good at that. Well, no way around that problem but through.

In between Tanthe's kisses she says, "Kissing is safe. And touching yourself is safe. So doing both should be safe too, right?"

And then she leans back in to kiss her again before she can think too much about that.

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It looks true, and it feels true—feels more true than it looks, actually, much more, which is weird when she's not reading someone's mind—and she really wants to be kissing Aire and also really wants to be touching herself, so despite some initial hesitation, within a few seconds she's abandoned all effort to stop herself and is squeezing her breasts and twisting her nipples and whimpering loudly. The slowness and subtlety and self-control from earlier have left the scene.

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Oh good, she was worried there. If this somehow makes Tanthe calmer and more in control of herself again she's going to give up on subtlety entirely and bring out her lust aura, but given the lack of self-control she's displaying she sort of doubts it. That earlier session seemed deliberate in how it functioned in a way Tanthe probably isn't capable of right now.

Aire can stop holding back and work to drive Tanthe as mad with lust as she can, rubbing her body against Tanthe's as she plays with her breasts. Kissing her all the while of course. Or almost more thrusting her tongue in Tanthe's mouth for her to suck at this point, she's iterated on what Tanthe likes and apparently that's approximately what she responds most strongly to.

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