Part Two: To Think of Cinnamon
Yes, this post was so long I was required to break it into three parts!
Jini is vaguely aware that you're not good for her, physically. Self-repair systems are waking up and slowing it, but they can only do so much; she'll probably need some maintenance afterwards. "DO what you want to, miss Ataxia. Do what makes you happy. Not them. If they love you they'll see the change and be glad." She nestles her head against your throat, a soft, calming thrumm coming from the speakers of her ears. "Shhh, it's alright," the bunny murmurs. "Lupe forgave you. I forgive you. Forgive yourself... you acted out of fear, and out of love. The first is regrettable, the second is wonderful!" She smiles.
Ataxia would be nervous she's hurting you right now, but isn't thinking about that. Those close to her at the ones who can handle her presence, afterall.. and you're close to her, right now. Her arms pull a little tighter on you, but their weak, the jackal slowly sliding down along the wall since she no longer supports herself.. Her sobbing slows, and stops.. "I want them to be happy too.." she whispers, and nods.. "But, I need to be happy to make them happy at all.." she continues, her muzzle rubbing down, between your ears as she listens to the thrum, her breathing slowing.. "T.. thank you.. I know I ended your happiness too, by ending Lupe's.. Well, at least for a little while.. I mean, you never felt pain over it, afterall.. but I still feel bad, even though logically, I shouldn't.." she offers, the faintest of smiles crossing her dark lips..
Jini puts several slim fingers to your lips. "Shhhhh. The only thing I felt was a disappointment that I'd done my work wrong - I gave her a taste of the wonderful submission I knew as a new Doll, without the subtle little ways of protection we have for ourselves." She keeps up the soft, hypnotic subsound, and caresses you, nimble fingers seeking the tensions wound in your body and pattering little complex interlaced rhythms of massage and touch. "This is as much my fault as anyone else's, maybe more. I'll know for the next time I offer someone a hint of how I think and feel! But I can't rip myself apart for it. You can, and you are."
Jini smiles at you, lovingly. The slow, whirling sounds surround you, comforting you. "Stop hurting yourself about this, Ataxia," she says. "Release the pain, remember it, learn from it. Own yourself, rather than be owned by suffering."
Ataxia sighs softly, her muzzle brushing slowly between your ears, listening to the quiet thrum mix in with the music of Darkunder. Her body is tense, but not as much as one would think - her physical injuries are all bled out in entropic influence.. "I just want to feel.." she trails a moment, her body arcing to your fingers nevertheless, relief still to be found.. She shivers softly in your grasp.. "No, its not really your fault.." she continues, her eyes closing.. "I.. have learned a lot from my pain.. but its hard to release it, Jini.. I wanted.. to ask for your help, in that.. since you said that's what bubble dolls try to do, find ways for themselves to be without pain.." she whispers. Her hands quietly spread across your back as she looks out, just through and past your ears, distantly.
Jini smiles, nestling against you, her latex body sliding on your fur. The hypnotic, calming drone from her ears falters a little, then resumes as another of the sound processors spread throughout her body takes up the slack from the one bit-corrupted by your leaking chaos. "I can help you some, miss Ataxia. I can begin it. I would be honored." She licks the tip of your snout with a pert pink rubber tongue. "You don't need the pain," she purrs, the words slithering into your ears and settling into your thoughts. Eyes close, then open, pupils wide, locked on your gaze. She's fascinated with you. Fascinating, as well. "You need love where the pain is. I love you. I don't want you to hurt. Please? Let go of it. For me... for yourself..." Her words are simply spoken, but something about them... she's your world, not the hissing clanking steaming factory, her whispers are soft but perfectly clear in your ears as the machine-symphony fades and the overlapping endless drone continues, endless, like the sea, like the so
like the sounds in some beautiful dream you can never remember...
Ataxia's fingers slide so easily along your back, down the latex, the sensation drawing a little shiver from her. They all press in as she holds you, slumped so far as to be almost laying down with you on top. She follows your vertebrae slowly up, her eyes staring emptily upwards, unfocused until you draw back and lick the tip of her muzzle, the girl blinking slowly at the touch of rubber to her black nose. She blinks out softly, a faint smile crossing her lips again as she listens to you.. and sighs softly.. "I.. am sure, I don't need the pain.. I did so well without it, before.." she whispers up to you, the naked jackal's fur bristling lightly below as she stares in fascination across your muzzle. She watches you, feels you, breathes you, the blackness below her eyes softly waving through the fur as she listens.. "How.. I want to let go, Jini.." she whispers.. "I don't want to hurt either.. I want to let go, for you too.. I.. you're.. D trusts you, you know.. Lupe too.. but noone who doesn't know you does.. I want to know you.. I want to love you.." she whispers.
Jini strokes your face, ever so gently. The sound thrumms through your bones, a gentle sweep of suggestion. "To know someone _is_ to love her," She whispers, words crystal-clear in your ears, gaze unblinking and unmoving. "Your will is your own, not your fear's. Not your fear of repeating mistakes, not your fear of hurting. Yours. They are yours, not you theirs. The fears are yours to leave behind..." Her fingers slide over you at seeming random, touching here, stroking there. She giggles. "Relax. You're quite safe here," she murmurs. "I love you. You don't need the pain..."
Ataxia's head turns, her muzzle touching, brushing on your palm. The sound draws another shiver through her, her eyes following your fingers, trailing up to your own as your whisper so perfectly. Despite the clashing music around her.. If the past week or so hadn't been so hard, hadn't drained almost all of her mind's strength and coherence, she might question where the unending noise went. But, all she hears is your voice.. and all the strength she has is just enough to know you, and you alone as her world, everything else a distant concept she has trouble focusing on for more than a glimpse of memory. Her fingers slide to your sides, trailing to rest above your hips, holding you as she squirms slowly below with your seemingly random touches - all of them draw a distinct reaction, though she's only aware of the overall motion, a bit of a slow dance up to your body as she slides below.. "It.. may be.. It was.. is it now?.." she asks.. "Its mine..?.." she whispers.. She smiles slowly.. "I am safe, here.. Thank you.." she continues, looking up to your eyes. Below her own, the darkness begins to fade away, strand after strand, as for a while she was when Lupe rang the bell for her, or when Grace restored her strength.
Jini is playing antisound, silence, along with the mind-key mind-stroke mind-parting sounds that are buzzing through your bones, your brain, your soul, eliciting soft waves of happiness, warm pink glows in your mind. She nods. "Mm-hmmm. Your will is yours. Yours to keep, yours to give. And your fear is yours to abandon." Casually, like sea-plants swaying in the current, her fingers flutter across you, chording mild little pleasures, rewarding your positive replies. The 'Doll looks into your eyes. She loves you. The 'Doll looks into your eyes. You don't need that fear and misery. The 'Doll looks
into
your
eyes.
safe beyond fear
*
"You will put this fear and hate and anguish behind you," Jini purrs. "You will learn from it." It's not a suggestion. "You will be happy."
Ataxia would almost know, would almost be able to grasp the silence, the reasons.. but, she's been too far gone for some time. Her focus isn't just drawn to you.. its utterly willing. Her eyes, her mind, follow you with an intensity drawn to a point she hasn't felt since her relative childhood.. The only thing in her will besides herself, is.. you. And you bring her happiness, like the bell did. The darkness below her eyes dries entirely, and as her head falls back to the wall again, she breathes slowly, and sighs out a shuddered groan as.. pink touches her, and contrasts so harshly against her worries for a moment that it sharpens them.. then, after the flash of pain.. makes them all fade.
The waves of happiness slowly erode her, so casually that eventually the intensity of even her grip lessens.. and she follows along easily, looking at the doll she knows loves her, drawn only to a sharp breath again when she speaks aloud to her.. "I.." she trails, her mind reprocessing everything for her, though she hardly thinks at the same time.. "Will.. be.." she echos, her words distant, but her expression wrought with changing, growing emotion. She would almost cry.. but, for a different reason as a thought bubbles past her overheating mind.. "I love you.. Jini.." she whispers, filled with an unasked for admiration, a sum result of the moment so strong it cannot go unexpressed.
Thoughts twist deep under what you normally think of as your 'mind', really just the gleaming bright artifact on top of so many slow hidden urges; for a moment you can see this, can see deep into the crystal-clear depths of your mind, see the dark swirling fears slithering for shadows. Jini loves you. The sound ripples your mind, crystallizing liquefying crystallizing liquefying with the rhythmic beat of your heart. Jini loves you. "You are." Flashing eyes slow cycles of loving cradling dronesongs. Oh, by the way, Jini's sliding against you like any woman taking pleasure with another; you might have lifted near to climax. Does it matter? Jini loves you. Emptiness happiness bliss nofear nohate noregret nopain just... you.
Jini stares into your eyes, smiling. The little rabbit girl looks ecstatic. Waves of beauty and love radiate from her, almost visible. If they need to be seen to be detected.
Ataxia's eyes lose their focus for some time, her sight internal, so bright, so much. Its more than she can take in, but she knows it all.. The worry over it, though.. is not there anymore. Its below her.. she watches it swirl.. Her painhatefear twist and run to shadows.. but then, isn't she a shadow?.. The thought escapes her after a moment as she looks onto her separate world, clean and pure, like she once was. A voice?.. No.. a beat.. but it tells her something.. Jini loves her.. She loves.. She loves Jini, there's nothing between her and the rabbit now.. Nothing between her and anyone.. Nothing that would ever stop her from loving.. "I am.." she responds to the words, an echo twisted to match exactly what she feels, a response without thought only a freed, pink emotion..
happiness, with the breadth of her whole mind to spread out in, no fear to keep it in check, no pain to force it to the shadows, to prevent her from embracing the emotion that she truly loves.. by definition, perhaps, but it makes it no less wonderful for her. Empty, but filled so deeply.. and it crystallizes slowly, moment after moment as she holds it all in an willing embrace.. Could she ever do otherwise? It doesn't matter.. it doesn't matter.. Her eyes focus to yours, to your smile, her own lips back finally in something full.. No, they part.. she moans.. She slides below you, her hands on you, her body drawn to yours, bare fur sliding against latex. She looks ecstatic too after a moment.. She knows you.. she loves you.. you're beautiful, and you love her.. and.. she's beautiful too, once more..
Jini leaves no programming, no new urges. Just... removes some. Shapes and flattens and lets in some light. Some happiness. Some music. Probably some rebellion and wildness, even. Funny, that... a sublimely submissive Bubble Doll, urging stronger will. But you have to know what you're giving away, if you choose to. Low music, low long slow tapestries of drone that swaddle you in soft warmth, begin to fade. Jini's mouth presses to yours, lips parting perfectly, buck teeth brushing your tonghe as she begins to kiss you. She loves you; you were always beautiful to Jini, even if she'd seen you doing... what was it? That thing. With Lupe. It's not important any more, is it? She forgave you for it and you forgave yourself and you'll try not to do it again. Emptiness and fullness all at once, a new feeling. Like what you had before this week but now you''re aware of it. And Jini laughs happily, giving way into an answering moan, sweet breath fed into your mouth, tasting of roses.
Ataxia's eyes rest on yours, focused easily, simply.. She doesn't care, or mind what you've done. She doesn't mind any of it.. She wouldn't protest a thing that could happen to her. Her slate is clean, reshaped afterall.. risen to a peak above her worries. None of them can touch her, let alone any one that might touch you. Her ears rest high, red along the insides, though all the drone rests inside of her, fading as they're no longer needed to hold things in place.. her soupy mind solidifies enough to hold together, as it has been re-wrought, though she's still weak. Its not even a thought, though.. it just is. Her lips touch, slide slowly, press in along your own, her teeth clicking to yours for a moment.. Her tongue lulls out, touches, tastes, passes your own touching teeth as she kisses..
Her expression.. Her arms sliding up, holding around your back. That feeling, coming from seeing, from touching, from experiencing you.. to know you is to love you.. She knows you.. She loves you, its a truth she has no reason to doubt anymore. She is forgiven, afterall.. And she has forgiven, how could she not? Why wouldn't she? Whats to prevent her from either? She'd never do it again, but she knows.. if she ever did do something wrong.. She can let it go like this, as there's nothing to hold it to her. But she wouldn't! Why would she? There's no reason for that. She has happiness, what else can be gained? More happiness, she hopes.. Oh, roses.. She likes it.. She enjoys it, and draws it in slowly, through her nose as she kisses, deeper, tasting as her body falls to the ground, only to push up at the hips again, sliding slowly below you, deliberately now.
Jini sways slowly back and forth, her firm rubber thigh pressed against your sex, a skidding, transient touch. A dampness on the fur of your thigh as well. She giggles happily, a shiver of pleasure at your touch, your closeness, running through her, as two blissful women make love in the silence amidst all the industry and machines. Jini's light breasts flatten on the lower curves of yours, the shorter girl stretching somewhat to rock and roll her hips against yours and lick your lips at the same time. Slim arms fold, hands coming to hold your shoulders, hanging on to you. Jini loves you; Jini makes love to you. (Clarity.)
Jini's body-hung cords sway and ripple along you, light brushes a counterpoint to the slow beat of the motions. (No fear.) Her ears flex, draping back over her raven hair, and she is all there, with you, looking into your eyes, moaning with passion and bliss and love.
Jini is vaguely aware that you're not good for her, physically. Self-repair systems are waking up and slowing it, but they can only do so much; she'll probably need some maintenance afterwards. "DO what you want to, miss Ataxia. Do what makes you happy. Not them. If they love you they'll see the change and be glad." She nestles her head against your throat, a soft, calming thrumm coming from the speakers of her ears. "Shhh, it's alright," the bunny murmurs. "Lupe forgave you. I forgive you. Forgive yourself... you acted out of fear, and out of love. The first is regrettable, the second is wonderful!" She smiles.
Ataxia would be nervous she's hurting you right now, but isn't thinking about that. Those close to her at the ones who can handle her presence, afterall.. and you're close to her, right now. Her arms pull a little tighter on you, but their weak, the jackal slowly sliding down along the wall since she no longer supports herself.. Her sobbing slows, and stops.. "I want them to be happy too.." she whispers, and nods.. "But, I need to be happy to make them happy at all.." she continues, her muzzle rubbing down, between your ears as she listens to the thrum, her breathing slowing.. "T.. thank you.. I know I ended your happiness too, by ending Lupe's.. Well, at least for a little while.. I mean, you never felt pain over it, afterall.. but I still feel bad, even though logically, I shouldn't.." she offers, the faintest of smiles crossing her dark lips..
Jini puts several slim fingers to your lips. "Shhhhh. The only thing I felt was a disappointment that I'd done my work wrong - I gave her a taste of the wonderful submission I knew as a new Doll, without the subtle little ways of protection we have for ourselves." She keeps up the soft, hypnotic subsound, and caresses you, nimble fingers seeking the tensions wound in your body and pattering little complex interlaced rhythms of massage and touch. "This is as much my fault as anyone else's, maybe more. I'll know for the next time I offer someone a hint of how I think and feel! But I can't rip myself apart for it. You can, and you are."
Jini smiles at you, lovingly. The slow, whirling sounds surround you, comforting you. "Stop hurting yourself about this, Ataxia," she says. "Release the pain, remember it, learn from it. Own yourself, rather than be owned by suffering."
Ataxia sighs softly, her muzzle brushing slowly between your ears, listening to the quiet thrum mix in with the music of Darkunder. Her body is tense, but not as much as one would think - her physical injuries are all bled out in entropic influence.. "I just want to feel.." she trails a moment, her body arcing to your fingers nevertheless, relief still to be found.. She shivers softly in your grasp.. "No, its not really your fault.." she continues, her eyes closing.. "I.. have learned a lot from my pain.. but its hard to release it, Jini.. I wanted.. to ask for your help, in that.. since you said that's what bubble dolls try to do, find ways for themselves to be without pain.." she whispers. Her hands quietly spread across your back as she looks out, just through and past your ears, distantly.
Jini smiles, nestling against you, her latex body sliding on your fur. The hypnotic, calming drone from her ears falters a little, then resumes as another of the sound processors spread throughout her body takes up the slack from the one bit-corrupted by your leaking chaos. "I can help you some, miss Ataxia. I can begin it. I would be honored." She licks the tip of your snout with a pert pink rubber tongue. "You don't need the pain," she purrs, the words slithering into your ears and settling into your thoughts. Eyes close, then open, pupils wide, locked on your gaze. She's fascinated with you. Fascinating, as well. "You need love where the pain is. I love you. I don't want you to hurt. Please? Let go of it. For me... for yourself..." Her words are simply spoken, but something about them... she's your world, not the hissing clanking steaming factory, her whispers are soft but perfectly clear in your ears as the machine-symphony fades and the overlapping endless drone continues, endless, like the sea, like the so
like the sounds in some beautiful dream you can never remember...
Ataxia's fingers slide so easily along your back, down the latex, the sensation drawing a little shiver from her. They all press in as she holds you, slumped so far as to be almost laying down with you on top. She follows your vertebrae slowly up, her eyes staring emptily upwards, unfocused until you draw back and lick the tip of her muzzle, the girl blinking slowly at the touch of rubber to her black nose. She blinks out softly, a faint smile crossing her lips again as she listens to you.. and sighs softly.. "I.. am sure, I don't need the pain.. I did so well without it, before.." she whispers up to you, the naked jackal's fur bristling lightly below as she stares in fascination across your muzzle. She watches you, feels you, breathes you, the blackness below her eyes softly waving through the fur as she listens.. "How.. I want to let go, Jini.." she whispers.. "I don't want to hurt either.. I want to let go, for you too.. I.. you're.. D trusts you, you know.. Lupe too.. but noone who doesn't know you does.. I want to know you.. I want to love you.." she whispers.
Jini strokes your face, ever so gently. The sound thrumms through your bones, a gentle sweep of suggestion. "To know someone _is_ to love her," She whispers, words crystal-clear in your ears, gaze unblinking and unmoving. "Your will is your own, not your fear's. Not your fear of repeating mistakes, not your fear of hurting. Yours. They are yours, not you theirs. The fears are yours to leave behind..." Her fingers slide over you at seeming random, touching here, stroking there. She giggles. "Relax. You're quite safe here," she murmurs. "I love you. You don't need the pain..."
Ataxia's head turns, her muzzle touching, brushing on your palm. The sound draws another shiver through her, her eyes following your fingers, trailing up to your own as your whisper so perfectly. Despite the clashing music around her.. If the past week or so hadn't been so hard, hadn't drained almost all of her mind's strength and coherence, she might question where the unending noise went. But, all she hears is your voice.. and all the strength she has is just enough to know you, and you alone as her world, everything else a distant concept she has trouble focusing on for more than a glimpse of memory. Her fingers slide to your sides, trailing to rest above your hips, holding you as she squirms slowly below with your seemingly random touches - all of them draw a distinct reaction, though she's only aware of the overall motion, a bit of a slow dance up to your body as she slides below.. "It.. may be.. It was.. is it now?.." she asks.. "Its mine..?.." she whispers.. She smiles slowly.. "I am safe, here.. Thank you.." she continues, looking up to your eyes. Below her own, the darkness begins to fade away, strand after strand, as for a while she was when Lupe rang the bell for her, or when Grace restored her strength.
Jini is playing antisound, silence, along with the mind-key mind-stroke mind-parting sounds that are buzzing through your bones, your brain, your soul, eliciting soft waves of happiness, warm pink glows in your mind. She nods. "Mm-hmmm. Your will is yours. Yours to keep, yours to give. And your fear is yours to abandon." Casually, like sea-plants swaying in the current, her fingers flutter across you, chording mild little pleasures, rewarding your positive replies. The 'Doll looks into your eyes. She loves you. The 'Doll looks into your eyes. You don't need that fear and misery. The 'Doll looks
into
your
eyes.
safe beyond fear
*
"You will put this fear and hate and anguish behind you," Jini purrs. "You will learn from it." It's not a suggestion. "You will be happy."
Ataxia would almost know, would almost be able to grasp the silence, the reasons.. but, she's been too far gone for some time. Her focus isn't just drawn to you.. its utterly willing. Her eyes, her mind, follow you with an intensity drawn to a point she hasn't felt since her relative childhood.. The only thing in her will besides herself, is.. you. And you bring her happiness, like the bell did. The darkness below her eyes dries entirely, and as her head falls back to the wall again, she breathes slowly, and sighs out a shuddered groan as.. pink touches her, and contrasts so harshly against her worries for a moment that it sharpens them.. then, after the flash of pain.. makes them all fade.
The waves of happiness slowly erode her, so casually that eventually the intensity of even her grip lessens.. and she follows along easily, looking at the doll she knows loves her, drawn only to a sharp breath again when she speaks aloud to her.. "I.." she trails, her mind reprocessing everything for her, though she hardly thinks at the same time.. "Will.. be.." she echos, her words distant, but her expression wrought with changing, growing emotion. She would almost cry.. but, for a different reason as a thought bubbles past her overheating mind.. "I love you.. Jini.." she whispers, filled with an unasked for admiration, a sum result of the moment so strong it cannot go unexpressed.
Thoughts twist deep under what you normally think of as your 'mind', really just the gleaming bright artifact on top of so many slow hidden urges; for a moment you can see this, can see deep into the crystal-clear depths of your mind, see the dark swirling fears slithering for shadows. Jini loves you. The sound ripples your mind, crystallizing liquefying crystallizing liquefying with the rhythmic beat of your heart. Jini loves you. "You are." Flashing eyes slow cycles of loving cradling dronesongs. Oh, by the way, Jini's sliding against you like any woman taking pleasure with another; you might have lifted near to climax. Does it matter? Jini loves you. Emptiness happiness bliss nofear nohate noregret nopain just... you.
Jini stares into your eyes, smiling. The little rabbit girl looks ecstatic. Waves of beauty and love radiate from her, almost visible. If they need to be seen to be detected.
Ataxia's eyes lose their focus for some time, her sight internal, so bright, so much. Its more than she can take in, but she knows it all.. The worry over it, though.. is not there anymore. Its below her.. she watches it swirl.. Her painhatefear twist and run to shadows.. but then, isn't she a shadow?.. The thought escapes her after a moment as she looks onto her separate world, clean and pure, like she once was. A voice?.. No.. a beat.. but it tells her something.. Jini loves her.. She loves.. She loves Jini, there's nothing between her and the rabbit now.. Nothing between her and anyone.. Nothing that would ever stop her from loving.. "I am.." she responds to the words, an echo twisted to match exactly what she feels, a response without thought only a freed, pink emotion..
happiness, with the breadth of her whole mind to spread out in, no fear to keep it in check, no pain to force it to the shadows, to prevent her from embracing the emotion that she truly loves.. by definition, perhaps, but it makes it no less wonderful for her. Empty, but filled so deeply.. and it crystallizes slowly, moment after moment as she holds it all in an willing embrace.. Could she ever do otherwise? It doesn't matter.. it doesn't matter.. Her eyes focus to yours, to your smile, her own lips back finally in something full.. No, they part.. she moans.. She slides below you, her hands on you, her body drawn to yours, bare fur sliding against latex. She looks ecstatic too after a moment.. She knows you.. she loves you.. you're beautiful, and you love her.. and.. she's beautiful too, once more..
Jini leaves no programming, no new urges. Just... removes some. Shapes and flattens and lets in some light. Some happiness. Some music. Probably some rebellion and wildness, even. Funny, that... a sublimely submissive Bubble Doll, urging stronger will. But you have to know what you're giving away, if you choose to. Low music, low long slow tapestries of drone that swaddle you in soft warmth, begin to fade. Jini's mouth presses to yours, lips parting perfectly, buck teeth brushing your tonghe as she begins to kiss you. She loves you; you were always beautiful to Jini, even if she'd seen you doing... what was it? That thing. With Lupe. It's not important any more, is it? She forgave you for it and you forgave yourself and you'll try not to do it again. Emptiness and fullness all at once, a new feeling. Like what you had before this week but now you''re aware of it. And Jini laughs happily, giving way into an answering moan, sweet breath fed into your mouth, tasting of roses.
Ataxia's eyes rest on yours, focused easily, simply.. She doesn't care, or mind what you've done. She doesn't mind any of it.. She wouldn't protest a thing that could happen to her. Her slate is clean, reshaped afterall.. risen to a peak above her worries. None of them can touch her, let alone any one that might touch you. Her ears rest high, red along the insides, though all the drone rests inside of her, fading as they're no longer needed to hold things in place.. her soupy mind solidifies enough to hold together, as it has been re-wrought, though she's still weak. Its not even a thought, though.. it just is. Her lips touch, slide slowly, press in along your own, her teeth clicking to yours for a moment.. Her tongue lulls out, touches, tastes, passes your own touching teeth as she kisses..
Her expression.. Her arms sliding up, holding around your back. That feeling, coming from seeing, from touching, from experiencing you.. to know you is to love you.. She knows you.. She loves you, its a truth she has no reason to doubt anymore. She is forgiven, afterall.. And she has forgiven, how could she not? Why wouldn't she? Whats to prevent her from either? She'd never do it again, but she knows.. if she ever did do something wrong.. She can let it go like this, as there's nothing to hold it to her. But she wouldn't! Why would she? There's no reason for that. She has happiness, what else can be gained? More happiness, she hopes.. Oh, roses.. She likes it.. She enjoys it, and draws it in slowly, through her nose as she kisses, deeper, tasting as her body falls to the ground, only to push up at the hips again, sliding slowly below you, deliberately now.
Jini sways slowly back and forth, her firm rubber thigh pressed against your sex, a skidding, transient touch. A dampness on the fur of your thigh as well. She giggles happily, a shiver of pleasure at your touch, your closeness, running through her, as two blissful women make love in the silence amidst all the industry and machines. Jini's light breasts flatten on the lower curves of yours, the shorter girl stretching somewhat to rock and roll her hips against yours and lick your lips at the same time. Slim arms fold, hands coming to hold your shoulders, hanging on to you. Jini loves you; Jini makes love to you. (Clarity.)
Jini's body-hung cords sway and ripple along you, light brushes a counterpoint to the slow beat of the motions. (No fear.) Her ears flex, draping back over her raven hair, and she is all there, with you, looking into your eyes, moaning with passion and bliss and love.