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The Rover cut quite the imposing figure, even from a distance.

Straight posture, purposeful gait, forward focused gaze…

They contrasted the confident, yet graceful and easy swagger of their significantly shorter companion.

Cantarella smiled at the two as they crossed the bridge.

It wasn't necessary for her to meet them halfway, but Cantarella greeted them first. She spent so much time in the shadows, some sunlight would do her some good.

"Rover, it has been some time. Although not as long as I wished."

The usual gentle smile graced the Rover's lips.

"Don't worry about it. Things just happen."

"I would rather we met with better circumstances."

Cantarella turned away from the Rover's sheepish expression, and met the young Executor's gaze.

"You accepted the invitation,"

Cantarella allowed her smile to widen a bit more,

"I must admit, I am surprised."

Carlotta held her gaze for a moment more, before she sighed a sigh a bit too close to a huff.

"Just this once,"

she muttered then stepped in front of Cantarella.

The Montelli's Executor bowed with her signature grace and confidence. Her movements were so smooth, Cantarella could do nothing but stare.

Carlotta's glove was cool to the touch but her lips on the back of Cantarella's hand was warm.

"Carlotta of the Montelli family, greets the head of Fisalia,"

Carlotta's breath brushed Cantarella's hand with each word, soft and gentle. However, her beautiful opal eyes were quite stony and unyielding.

That gaze sent tingles down Cantarella's spine.

After an eternity and a mere fleeting second, Carlotta straightened and stepped away.

If the Rover was their only audience, Cantarella would not have allowed Carlotta to leave her so quickly.

A shame.

"Such formality. I didn't expect that from you."

Cantarella tilted her head and offered a light chuckle.

Carlotta's stony expression softened to a sharp smile that was only a step away from hostile.

"I'm merely a pawn, who am I to disrespect the head of a family, even though it's you."

Ah. So headstrong. What a sight for sore eyes.

As much as Cantarella wanted to continue their verbal sparring, it would have to wait for a more appropriate time. They did come for a purpose.

Before Cantarella could invite them to the location of the problem, Rover hesitantly spoke,

"Umm. Cantarella, there's something I need to check first at your study, can we…"

The Rover didn't finish their sentence but they did awkwardly gesture towards the castle.

Their eyes were avoidant and restless. They were hiding something.

Ah, but that gives Cantarella the perfect opportunity.

"Go on ahead. We'll wait here."

Cantarella gave the shocked Rover a reassuring smile.

"I'm sure you still remember the way, but you only need to ask whomever. They'll lead you in the right direction."

The Rover hesitated for a second, but ultimately went inside the castle.

"Unrestricted access to your study and residence?"

Cantarella turned at the disbelieving scoff. It was difficult to tell the emotion in Carlotta's scowl.

She was fairly certain it was the look normally directed at foolish men.

"You did the same, did you not?"

Carlotta crossed her arms and curtly replied,

"No. I did not."

Cantarella walked up to the Montelli, quietly amused at the way Carlotta needed to lift her chin to look Cantarella in the eye.

"The vault may not be your home, but it is the home of the Montelli's most prized possessions,"

Cantarella bent down so their faces were mostly level,

"you must trust the Rover."

Pale eyebrows twitched, and nothing else moved. Cantarella grinned.

"So much, hmm?"

Only when Cantarella attempted to cup her cheek did Carlotta look away and step back.

"Unlike some people, it's easy to see the Rover as trustworthy. "

Ah. That was a jab at me.

How cute.

"So quick to judge. You've barely known them for a month."

"Enough time to know they aren't interested in what isn't theirs, nor are they interested in harming others."

There was a strange inflection there. A kind of almost gruffness in a usually flowing and smooth voice.

Exasperation? Frustration? Or bitterness? Curious.

Cantarella just barely resisted the urge to lean in close once more, she instead crossed her arms.

"The way you worded that,"

Cantarella opened with an almost innocent inquiring tone,

"did you perhaps make an offer to the Rover?"

The glare was quickly put away in favor of a bored and neutral mask. However, Cantarella already saw.

"...Nothing to it, considering it was barely even considered,"

Carlotta diplomatically replied.

"It was my mistake for assuming they had no one waiting for them,"

she murmured in a much softer voice, as if Cantarella was not meant to hear.

That was feigned, of course. It was a warning meant for Cantarella.

"Hmm. Interesting."

Cantarella had guessed as much. It explained how polite and uninterested the Rover was most of the time in the face of her flirtations.

Flirting and seduction had become habits Cantarella could not easily let go of. Although, it had been too long since she actually enjoyed the process.

The Rover's bafflement and Carlotta's obstinance were rather delightful.

"I'll have to find some other fitting reward, since they would refuse to be my consort,"

Cantarella mused.

Truth be told, the Rover had already declined her proposal after their success against the Threnodian, and aside from accepting her friendship and aid in the future, the only other thing Rover wanted was peace between the Fisalias and Montellis.

Easier said than done, with the near century of subterfuge and bad blood between them. It didn't help matters either that the current head of Fisalia was too enamored with antagonizing the Montelli's current Executor.

Cantarella hid her smile behind a fist at the near scandalized expression on the young Montelli's face.

"What is with that look? How else am I supposed to hand over the entirety of the Fisalia family's fortune and properties to our dear Rover?"

Cantarella made another attempt to breach the distance between them. Only slightly.

"It is the only fitting reward after all,"

she paused and watched the wary face of her dear Executor. Carlotta had grown still and unmoving. Cantarella continued,

"for saving my family and Rinascita, and then putting an end to the Imperator's torment."

Carlotta closed her eyes for a moment then looked away.

There was no surprise, nor disbelief. Perhaps Cantarella underestimated Carlotta's relationship with the Rover.

"The Rover told you?"

Rover never said they would not reveal what happened to anyone, and Cantarella never did warn them against doing so, at least not explicitly.

She won't hold it against them, but she is mildly disappointed it happened before she planned for it.

The hope was to share later, much, much later. Knowledge of Rinascita's true history would complicate things, would make Carlotta doubt and question too much. Cantarella selfishly wanted to avoid that. Carlotta's forwardness and confidence were things she enjoyed too much to care for honesty and her family's honor.

They spent centuries being the bad guy, Cantarella could wait a few years more. She could be patient.

"No. I simply heard,"

was said without looking.

Heard? How could that be? They only discussed what happened in privacy and only once or twice outside of Cantarella's manor.

The most probable time they could have been overheard would have been that unforgettable night, and-

A low chuckle slipped past Cantarella's lips.

"Oh, Miss Carlotta,"

Cantarella stood mere inches away from the shorter woman,

"eavesdropping isn't very polite."

Carlotta scowled and looked her in the eyes once more.

"You say that, as if we haven't been spying on each other's families for years."

"Hmm."

Cantarella's hand found its way against a sharp jawline. Annoyance remained despite the alarm in opal eyes.

Cute, very cute.

"So that earlier greeting was your acknowledgement? A begrudging thanks?"

Carlotta scoffed and moved to step back. Cantarella's hand slipped behind her nape to stop her.

Gently. Gently now, Cantarella. Be patient.

It wouldn't do to scare her away now.

"Are you insulting us both? I would never be so paltry with my thanks."

Ah. How adorable.

Carlotta's jaw clenched under Cantarella's restless thumb.

"My apologies, you're right. And anyway,"

Cantarella smiled and suddenly pressed their foreheads together,

"I prefer a more personal thanks."

"You-"

Their lips slotted together so easily it sent a thrill through Cantarella's body.

However, something should be said about the near reflexive manner Carlotta reacted to the kiss. It was so smooth and practiced, the way she angled her face to receive the kiss. Before she caught herself, at least, and jerked her head to the side.

Tsk, tsk. The struggle of vying for the attention of a more experienced paramour.

"Poisoning me again,"

Carlotta growled. Her forearm pressed against Cantarella's collar to keep them separated.

A firm and strong arm. Even if Cantarella tried, she would not be able to cross the distance despite her own hold on Carlotta.

"But of course,"

Cantarella exhaled. 

"You have a tendency to be...feisty."

She did not mean to sound so breathless, however, Carlotta Montelli was always such a sight.

They were at a standstill only for a moment.

The sound of the large doors of her manor opening caught Carlotta off guard. It was the opportunity Cantarella needed to grab her by the wrist and drag her off to the side and away from most prying eyes.

"Are you mad?"

Carlotta whispered with heated frustration. Her attempts to pull her wrist out of Cantarella's grasp was met with failure.

Of course, that was due to the paralysis setting in, not Carlotta's lack of strength.

"We're out in the open, at your residence!"

Cantarella dragged Carlotta to a chair and practically shoved her down.

The look of outrage as she was manhandled was delicious. The way Carlotta's entire body almost fit in the cushioned chair was adorable.

Cantarella wished she could be gentler with her dear Carlotta.

"Yes, my patio."

Cantarella pushed Carlotta up against the chair's backrest. Her feet to midcalf hung off the seat, other than that her little Executor should be comfortable.

"I would have preferred if we were in my garden, but few would carelessly venture here knowing that I ordered for privacy."

The young Montelli struggled, even when the loss of strength and control was apparent.

Opal eyes glared sharp and fiery.

So beautiful.

It was unimaginable, to resist the urge to touch and tease.

Cantarella leaned down to nip at Carlotta's ear and pressed kisses on her jaw and down her neck.

In mere moments, Cantarella's prey turned pliant. Her little frustrated grunts as Cantarella explored her with lips coated in poison were the only signs of opposition.

Carlotta smelled wonderful. Fruity, with none of the sting usually brought by poison.

Cantarella pulled down her collar and mouthed at her neck. 

Although the mark won't be visible, it still brought Cantarella some satisfaction.

"What do you even want?"

Carlotta growled through gritted teeth.

Cantarella easily saddled Carlotta, knees on the cushioned seat bracketing both of Carlotta's thighs. Kneeling as she was, Cantarella was still taller than her dear Executor.

She'll settle herself on Carlotta's lap eventually, but later.

For now, Cantarella placed her hands on Carlotta's shoulders and nuzzled along a silver hairline.

"It's been too long since we last saw each other,"

Cantarella purred.

"You speak as if we ought to meet more."

Carlotta closed her eyes. The furrow between her brows was a sign she was still stubbornly straining against the poison.

"We're not lovers,"

Cantarella kissed her temple.

"nor friends,"

Kissed between her brows.

"not even acquaintances."

Kissed her nose.

"So just tell me what it is you want!"

Carlotta snarled and Cantarella simply licked between bared teeth.

The young woman was not even fazed at the usual poison.

"It should be obvious already."

Cantarella ran her hand over and down Carlotta's chest and torso, until it found the hem of Carlotta's skirt on her lap. She simply pressed down on a toned thigh and reclaimed a pair of frowning lips.

"It's not,"

Carlotta grumbled once Cantarella freed her mouth.

A Resonator's adaptability was quite fascinating. 

One time exposure and Carlotta was already immune to some of Cantarella's poisons. Or perhaps that was simply Carlotta's sturdiness.

With a low laugh, Cantarella took Carlotta's limp hand and placed it over her own breast. Then dragged it down to her stomach, then her lap.

Carlotta broke eye contact.

"Take the glove off,"

she ordered.

Quick, testy, but that only made her so much fun to tease.

Cantarella slid both their hands under her skirt, taunting.

"But it would be so interesting-"

"No. Take it off."

Cantarella tilted her head to the side.

Gritting her teeth to the point of concern, Carlotta said,

"I am not allowing these gloves inside a woman."

Carlotta must have seen something in Cantarella's face since she immediately followed up with,

"It's unsanitary! I've killed with these gloves on."

Ah.

Cantarella pulled the gloved hand away from her lap and inspected it. She pressed and fiddled with Carlotta's fingers and palm.

Well-worn gloves but also well-maintained.

"You would still care, even though it's your enemy taking advantage of you?"

Carlotta snarled,

"I can stab you with a rusted fork if you want, but in this I refuse to be a heathen."

Cantarella scoffed against the palm of the hand she was holding and nuzzled against it.

My dear young Executor will never fail to entice me it seems.

"Such a gentle woman."

She gently bit a tip of the glove and slowly tugged it off, all while under a strict and willful gaze.

Of course, Cantarella could not deny herself the feeling of strong but slender fingers in her mouth.

One, then two. Eventually, three. Cantarella made sure to thoroughly map the shape and texture of Carlotta's fingers, licking in between and taking them deep enough to graze the somewhat soft callouses on Carlotta's palm with her teeth.

A truly filthy moan escaped Cantarella's mouth.

"Q-quiet! Neither of us benefit from having witnesses,"

Carlotta snapped.

Reluctantly, Cantarella withdrew soon after.

"I almost forgot our time is limited,"

Cantarella lamented as she kissed Carlotta's fingertips.

"Did you also conveniently forget we're outside?"

Cantarella smiled and simply pushed Carlotta's hand up and under her dress. She splayed their hands flat on her stomach first and dragged them downwards.

Carlotta's brows furrowed, though her gaze remained steady on Cantarella's.

"You're not wearing any-"

Cantarella raised an eyebrow in taunt.

"You didn't notice?"

Cantarella sighed in amusement but also in contentment. It felt good to have her skin touched.

"Oh, well you hardly look down after all. It shouldn't be surprising."

Carlotta clicked her tongue.

"Is that a jab at my height?"

Chuckling, Cantarella ran Carlotta's palm down her inner thigh.

"Not at all,"

she closed her eyes and threw her head back from how fast want claimed her,

"Simply frustration at your refusal to look anywhere but my eyes,"

Cantarella moaned.

Honestly, Cantarella was a mess already. It made her hesitate to bring Carlotta's hand exactly where she needed it.

I should be ashamed at how easily I lost my composure.

Should be. However, the generational horrors of the Second Dark tide made everything else pale in comparison.

Cantarella simply wanted to enjoy the benefits of freedom. What was a little vulnerability in the face of pleasure?

Then again, Carlotta might just leave her wanting. The ever practical Executor would have checked and should have known she still had access to her forte from the very beginning. Carlotta Montelli could very easily stop her at any given moment, especially if it would lead to a Fisalia's humiliation.

Ah. Somehow that thought was very much appealing.

"Which part of that statement is simple-"

Carlotta's snarling face melted comically fast to a blank stare.

"You're so wet,"

Carlotta muttered, gaze fixed to where Cantarella placed her now bare hand. Cantarella's dress blocked the view. However, it wasn't exactly necessary to see, when they could both feel the evidence.

Cantarella pressed Carlotta's fingers more firmly between her legs.

"Why are you so wet?"

Carlotta asked almost dumfoundedly.

An airy chuckle left Cantarella's mouth, as she lightly rocked against their hands.

"I wonder why?"

It was awkward on the wrist for both of them. With Carlotta's hand absolutely limp in hers, Cantarella was practically touching herself, albeit requiring more dexterity than if she was alone. The whole ordeal was objectively funny, and yet Cantarella could not help but shudder and gasp with each brush of Carlotta's fingertips over her clit.

Her heightened sensitivity was unexpected and in a way unwanted. Things were more difficult when her trail of thought would fizzle like sea foam with every electrifying touch.

She did not want it to stop.

Cantarella braced a hand on Carlotta's shoulder and buried her face against silver hair and a slender neck. The floral tones of Carlotta's perfume did nothing to curb her arousal. They urged Cantarella on, actually, the scent was undeniable proof that Carlotta was present.

After a few more swipes at her slick entrance, Cantarella urged Carlotta's middle finger inside her. Of course, that meant her own middle finger stretched herself open too.

A soft, tiny, truly inaudible whimper sneaked out of Cantarella's lips.

"Go slower!"

Carlotta scolded under her breath, then a sharp inhale, as if she didn't mean to say anything.

Oh, Cantarella wanted so badly to see her face! Unfortunately, it was taking all of her to simply keep herself up and relatively still as she pushed their fingers further inside.

"Unfortunately, as much as I would like to savor this, Miss Carlotta,"

Cantarella nipped at the flesh just below Carlotta's ear and slid their fingers inside to the knuckle,

"we don't have the luxury of time."

With a tentative buck, Carlotta's palm rubbed perfectly against that sweet spot that never failed to make Cantarella's knees falter.

"Whose fault is that, you reckless exhibitionist?"

Chuckling, Cantarella moved the hand on Carlotta's shoulder up to cup the little Montelli's neck.

"Yours, of course,"

she quipped, before she kissed Carlotta on the mouth.

There was no need for additional stimulation. Cantarella was as tightly wound as she could be.

Still, the glide of glossy lipstick traces over her lips and the answering gentle flicks of Carlotta's tongue on hers caused her hips to roll faster unto their fingers.

The Montelli Executor was awfully courteous and polite even when she was manipulating her enemies to a corner, especially if she was manipulating her enemies to a corner. Her confidence bordered on arrogance most times.

However, it still surprised Cantarella how generous she was in their current situation.

There was no need for Carlotta to kiss back.

With a muffled moan, Cantarella forced another pair of fingers inside her. Four fingers were tight and a fair trouble to fit, but Cantarella was quite persistent too.

A groan, Carlotta's or hers, Cantarella was uncertain. Her mind and body were entirely focused on the pressure inside her.

The pressure grew worse when Cantarella moved their fingers.

"You're going to break my wrist,"

Carlotta whined hoarsely.

Cantarella nuzzled further against Carlotta's neck as she rocked her hips in tandem with the thrusts of their fingers.

"Bear with it a bit more,"

she said, voice a tad shaky and less than Cantarella's usual purr.

The click of teeth and a grunt.

"Let me offer an alternative."

"Oh?"

Cantarella lavished kisses all over Carlotta's skin that wasn't covered by her dress. Open mouthed and sloppy kisses. Unbecoming of her, but she did not wish to resist.

"Stop for a moment."

Cantarella pinched Carlotta's jugular between her teeth. The temptation to truly bite was ever present.

"Give me space,"

Carlotta commanded, low and gruff.

Oh! That was new.

With extreme reluctance, Cantarella leaned back. 

The urge to whine nearly overtook her, when Carlotta gestured pointedly with her eyes at their hands still inside Cantarella.

Alas! The head of Fisalia was not a brat.

Biting at her lower lip, Cantarella pulled their fingers out.

"...You don't need your hand for this alternative, do you?"

she asked, deliberately slowly.

Carlotta's stare was rather deadpan. 

Hehe. A joke in poor taste, although Cantarella had long since realized it was a favorite brand of humor.

She took the silent glare as an answer, and brought Carlotta's slick fingers to her lips.

"Proceed,"

Cantarella cheekily said, eyes not leaving opal. She then lapped at the length of Carlotta's fingers. Although she couldn't taste, Cantarella could smell the heady scent of her own arousal.

How exciting.

It could not be stressed enough, how her darling Executor had nice slender fingers too, just the slightest bit longer than her palm.

"You're insufferable,"

Carlotta bit out, then she closed her eyes.

It was easy to tell, she was using her forte. Her frequencies fluctuated and blared, subtle yet powerful enough for Cantarella to almost feel it on her skin.

Carlotta Montelli, more often than not, stayed true to her word. As such, there was no need to worry. And even if Carlotta used her forte to escape, Cantarella would accept that.

Pushing moral boundaries was fun and entertaining, but Cantarella would rather stay within the grey area. A darker grey, yes, like the sea on a stormy day, nevertheless still grey.

Cantarella did not even have time to lick the arousal completely clean off both their fingers, when the alternative made its appearance.

It was a crystal cock.

Prettier, glitteringly blue and shinier, but a cock nonetheless.

It was strapped to Carlotta's hips by a harness made of crystal chains and straps that thankfully, wrapped over and around Carlotta's underwear.

She was briefly worried the harness would cut skin once any significant pressure was applied. And pressure would certainly be applied. 

Cantarella would make sure of it.

"I thought for sure you would either opt for something small and unsatisfactory, or perhaps something too large and impossible to fit,"

Cantarella ghosted her fingers along the length,

"this is, dare I say, custom tailored for my comfort."

She trailed the smooth raised bumps that snaked along the crystal length.

Carlotta was known for her sharp and deadly crystal creations, however, this one was all smooth and rounded edges. Perfect and polished.

"So intricately detailed too,"

she murmured appreciatively. 

A thought flicked through her mind, and a glance at Carlotta's tense face and unwavering gaze cemented it. She slid off the chair and to her feet.

"A bit cold to the touch."

Cantarella smiled and held Carlotta's gaze as she dragged two fingers from the base up to the tip. Carlotta's jaws twitched when she palmed the tip, just lightly pushing down.

"Get on with it,"

Carlotta growled.

Optics were always so powerful, sometimes even more powerful than tactile stimuli.

"I need to warm you up first,"

Cantarella said then got down on her knees to duck her head and lick at the tip.

She couldn't taste much, but the texture and temperature were interesting on her tongue. 

She gripped Carlotta's thighs and slowly took in a mouthful. Sucking and slurping on it- truly an indecent display.

A mouthful was filling but comfortable enough.

Cantarella took in more, and more, until she had to consciously fight back the urge to gag.

How strange it was to willingly have something poking the back of her throat. Stranger still, to have the heat of desire pool in her belly because of it.

Their gazes never wavered from each other. 

Truthfully, it was both arousing and frustrating to see nothing on the Executor's face. She was always so stone faced and guarded around Cantarella.

Even her usual arrogant smirks and dignified snark had to be taunted and annoyed out of her.

A sudden bout of childishness or a feigned mistake, Cantarella took Carlotta in too suddenly and moaned lowly as she gagged at the pressure on her throat.

When she recovered and opened her eyes, Cantarella was met with stone cold eyes and slightly pink cheeks.

Ah. It was the first time Carlotta blushed for her.

Heat blazed throughout Cantarella's body. She surged forward to claim Carlotta's lips with hers, and straddled the Montelli's hips once more.

It was absurd.

Cantarella knew what she was doing, she was very much aware of what she was doing. But the urge- the desire to grind and be impaled by crystal was consuming her.

Imperator, help her! She wanted Carlotta so badly, she trembled.

Cantarella was breathless by that time she ended the kiss. Though Carlotta's face remained stern, the way her gaze lingered on Cantarella's lips was already a concession.

With a sly smile, Cantarella placed her hand over opal eyes.

"What-"

came the displeased growl.

Once again, Cantarella was struck by the thought of how lucky Carlotta's previous lovers were.

If her darling Executor could render her a mess from desire with only her expressive voice and while paralyzed, how impressive she must be in her entirety.

"Stay still for me, will you?"

Cantarella gave Carlotta a little peck on the lips, as she tucked the skirt of her dress aside.

"Stop wasting time,"

Carlotta grumbled in between the kisses Cantarella couldn't stop herself from laying on her dear Executor.

Cantarella would never admit it, but as much as she flirted and seduced, she had very little to no experience with physical intimacy. Her being a Fisalia and her duty as the matriarch made sure to keep her in line.

She was too preoccupied with the Threnodian for most of her life. In addition, her unique physique made it impossible to associate with the average person.

Pleasure was only ever attainable with her own hands and the occasional...aid. The closest she allowed another person, other than her darling Executor, was in Huanglong- but no.

Really, what was Cantarella doing spreading herself and taking in something significantly larger than what she was used to?

With a sigh, Cantarella slid the tip in.

Even though Carlotta's fingers had thoroughly prepared her, it was still a stretch and the slightest sting.

She advanced slowly. With every inch of progress, she retreated till Carlotta pierced her anew.

The sheer girth was already quite overwhelming. Perhaps it was a mistake to cover Carlotta's eyes, when she could scarcely rein in her shaky breaths and gasps.

As easy as it was to slip it inside Cantarella, any movement pressed against Carlotta, giving the Montelli an idea of what was happening despite her lack of vision.

"Are you hoping to get caught like this?"

Carlotta asked.

Hmm. Her tone had levelled to her usual uncaring one, though there was that strain, that tiny hint of impatience.

Cantarella moaned a little.

"Am I not allowed to tease myself?"

A click of a tongue.

"You've teased enough. Lower."

Cantarella laughed softly, but dropped her weight down on Carlotta. She jolted at the sensation of being so full, as brief as it was, since she withdrew completely barely a second after.

The empty feeling would have made her whine, if she hadn't removed the hand over Carlotta's eyes to cup her cheek.

The Executor's piercing gaze silenced Cantarella.

"Lower,"

Carlotta insisted.

"Take what you wanted, Cantarella Fisalia."

A bit of grief, a bit begrudging, but that was a command.

Cantarella braced her hands on the backrest and smiled.

"Now why would I refuse?"

Trusting her body was receptive enough to accept the head without guidance, Cantarella shifted and lowered her hips. Slowly, almost teasingly, tauntingly, cautiously?

At first, Carlotta kept her eyes on Cantarella's, but once the tip made headway between slick folds, her attention flicked lower, much lower.

A thrill crawled down Cantarella's spine and spread throughout her body. She didn't expect to feel so hot with such a cool thing pressing inside her.

Her eyelids fluttered, but she forced her eyes open to look at Carlotta once her ass pressed against thighs. Cantarella rolled her hips forward to take the length even deeper.

There was no more room. The cock stretched and filled her so completely Cantarella could weep from pleasure. 

"You fit so perfectly inside."

Cantarella gave another tentative roll and bit back a groan.

Oh! She could come just like this, rolling her hips and grinding against Carlotta's lap.

"Hard to believe you made this with only a second of thought,"

Cantarella goaded, as she spread her legs as wide as the armrests allowed.

No reply. Usually, that would be rude and frustrating…Cantarella could not hold it against her dear Carlotta.

It would be a stretch to say Carlotta was mesmerized, however, her gaze was laser focused to where they were connected and she was eerily still.

When did she start holding her breath?

Cantarella gripped the backrest tighter.

It would be a shame if she didn't give her zealous audience the best show possible.

Slowly, almost agonizingly slow, Cantarella lifted her hips. Halfway up, she dropped back down, then repeated the motion.

The pace she set was sweet, slow torture. She was only a few thrusts away from abandoning it in favor of riding Carlotta as wildly as instincts demanded of her.

Alas, she was a lady. Cantarella demanded a bit more grace from herself.

Once Cantarella got comfortable, she bounced just slightly faster on Carlotta's faux cock. The way it rubbed against her walls and pushed so far up inside was dizzying.

Her thoughts scattered each time she bottomed and her scarce control threatened to break with the pleasure.

A cut short groan of,

"Your boobs-"

was how Cantarella realized she had leaned forward too much.

Her breasts were very much in Carlotta's face.

"Were they suffocating you? My apologies,"

Cantarella said, just barely apologetic with how lustful she was. However, she did manage to put more space between them, even as she rocked and impaled herself more on Carlotta's cock.

"They're in the way!"

Carlotta snapped. It looked like her gaze had not moved away from Cantarella's cunt since the beginning.

"Oh, hah…you're so sweet."

Cantarella bent down to nuzzle against Carlotta's neck. She slipped one of her arms around Carlotta's waist and trailed her fingers over the tacet mark found low on Carlotta's back. It earned her a growl that shot pleasure straight to her core.

Cantarella lost the strength to lift her hips and resorted to desperate rocking and grinding.

She was close, so close, she clutched at Carlotta tighter.

"Not yet!"

Carlotta huffed, and suddenly Cantarella was pulled back by the neck.

Something smooth and cool wrapped around her neck and held her just far enough for her to grab onto the backrest by her fingertips.

It was...a little undignified, the way Cantarella was clinging to the backrest just to keep herself from toppling backwards off of Carlotta.

She wasn't even certain where Carlotta collared her, much less knew if it would hold her weight if she let go.

However, what Cantarella deemed as true misfortune was the arousal that did not dissipate in the least despite the brief panic.

Her climax loomed ever so close, but was kept just out of reach!

"Do you truly wish to see me humiliated, Miss Carlotta?"

Cantarella tried to keep her tone even despite the way she was gasping for breath.

Carlotta's steely gaze dragged up Cantarella's body, it lingered on the crystal collar around her neck, then settled on Cantarella's eyes.

"You wouldn't heel,"

Carlotta replied, clipped and curt. 

Well, what was a woman meant to say to that?

An emotion flickered then disappeared across Carlotta's pretty face before Cantarella could recognize it, but it pumped more heat all over Cantarella's veins and made her mouth dry with want.

Words refused to form in Cantarella's mouth, despite how much she wished to retort.

With a click of her tongue and a slow calming exhale, Carlotta studied Cantarella.

Her gaze was calculating, yet also exploratory and appreciative. An art aficionado's gaze.

The way she looked at Cantarella was far from shy, it could even be described as entitled, could easily be mistaken as possessive.

"Go ahead and lean back. My creations break only when I decide they do,"

Carlotta instructed, easily and casually. The sheer confidence and power in her tone sent barely repressed shivers throughout Cantarella's body.

Opal eyes pierced straight into blue.

"Ride, Cantarella Fisalia. Let's see you work for what you want."

A breathless laugh. Oh, Cantarella should take some time to reflect on why that aroused her so. But later, later.

"You can be so cruel, Carlotta Montelli."

What followed next was a mess of pleasure and desperation, as Cantarella set aside pride and ego to claim the climax heading her way at break neck speed.

The crystal material made it so the length did not bend nor give, as such every thrust with the current angle rubbed at the perfect spots inside Cantarella.

"Ngk-!"

She pursed her lips tight and did her best to quiet her moans.

Pride could be neglected, however Cantarella could not be stupid. No. They can't be caught. Not right now, nor any time soon.

She might actually weep if she was forced to stop now.

"Hmm. Who would have thought the head of Fisalia was such a splendid rider?"

Carlotta drawled. The smirk on her face was almost cruel, and yet it was the low purr of her voice that weakened Cantarella further.

"Are you simply that desperate for it? Or…"

Cantarella tentatively removed one hold on the backrest to reach back and grip the edge of the seat for leverage. The slap of her skin against Carlotta's thighs was obscene.

"Are you that desperate for me, Fisalia?"

Carlotta questioned, tone suddenly hard and cold.

Cantarella bit back a moan.

It was unbelievably easy to fuck herself on Carlotta despite the collar. The movement was instinctive, and since every grind of her hips shot tingling pleasure through her core, there was no slowing down.

In no time at all, Cantarella was leaning back, both hands gripping the edge of the seat, while she rolled her hips. 

"It was smart of you to immobilize me. If I could move, Lady Cantarella,"

Carlotta spoke like a caress now, slow, gentle, crawling,

"you'd be squealing, with no hope of keeping your voice down."

A low chuckle.

Cantarella was well aware that Carlotta could see everything, and that awareness only raised her arousal further. 

But of course, Cantarella could not simply stay quiet. Although a bit strangled, she managed,

"Bold claims."

The collar dug into her throat, and the added pressure had her eyelids fluttering closed, yet her hips did not stop.

She was at the precipice, just a bit more and-

A click of a tongue and a smooth commanding voice.

"Look at me."

Oh.

"Perfect."

Oh.

Carlotta's last word was a coo. Placating yet patronizing.

"Now come."

Oh!

That wasn't-

Cantarella slammed her hips down, and ground hard against Carlotta as pleasure washed over her.

She clenched her jaws shut even as her body tightened and trembled then eventually slackened.

Cantarella could barely breathe. Her entire body tingled with the aftershocks of pleasure, although her hips have yet to still.

It was absurd.

Blinking away the blur of tears and finally wrangling some air through gasps, Cantarella gathered enough strength to look down.

Carlotta was already staring at her, an unreadable expression on her face and opal eyes darkened beyond usual.

"You shouldn't have made that face,"

she said.

Bewildered and far from recovered, Cantarella could only gape and gasp as hands grabbed her ass and pulled her hips tight against Carlotta. 

"How-"

Cantarella choked on a moan and the collar.

With uncharacteristically abrasive force, Carlotta dragged Cantarella against her. Again and again and again. Masterful hands squeezed and kneaded flesh, lifted and dropped- no, crushed. Carlotta crushed Cantarella against her cock and abdomen. Unrelenting and cruel, and entirely too skilled at giving pleasure.

The insistent pressure inside and the stimulation to Cantarella's clit was going to send her to an early climax despite the sharp sensation of overstimulation.

"You're such a handful,"

Carlotta growled through gritted teeth. She squeezed with strength that should have resulted in pain, and yet Cantarella had to fight down a whine.

As titillating and mind blowing her climax was, Cantarella's forte abilities remained perfectly active the entire time. Carlotta shouldn't be able to move.

Did she bypass the paralysis using her own resonance abilities?

Oh dear. That was not advisable at all.

Carlotta should know better than to push her body to its limits using her forte!

"Little Montelli, stop,"

Cantarella gasped.

The silver haired woman dug her fingers lower on Cantarella's buttocks, spreading Cantarella's cheeks further apart.

"No."

Cantarella's exasperated huff barely left her mouth before a particularly high drop had her gripping the edge of the seat for dear life.

Her body danced to the beat of Carlotta's making. A sensually rough beat that was inescapable.

Writhe and struggle as she did, Carlotta's hands and the collar kept her in place. 

"Not enough,"

Carlotta lowly snarled. Her pace had yet to falter from its feral tenacity. At this point, most of Cantarella's weight was on her, and the only discomfort she showed was a frown of  frustration.

Cantarella could barely keep herself from screaming from ecstasy and still her dear Executor was dissatisfied?

Cantarella groaned, sultry and pathetic.

This was why Carlotta needed to be restrained!

"Huh. This is all your fault by the way."

Carlotta glowered, then she leaned forward and thrust her hips up as she pulled Cantarella down on her.

"Ah!"

It was so unexpected, Cantarella immediately unraveled.

The feel of Carlotta finally pressed up against her both comforted and heightened her pleasure.

Her ears popped and her body seized, but Carlotta's warmth- oh, Cantarella can't take anymore lest she melts into a puddle!

"Stop making that face."

Carlotta peered up at her, lips pressed between Cantarella's breasts. Where she got the strength to continue thrusting was beyond Cantarella.

She had switched to slowing instead of paralyzing Carlotta, but the side effects should be affecting her by now. Though Cantarella had attempted to mitigate any backlash from Carlotta's resonance abuse using her own forte, concentrating seemed impossible. Any attempts to heal stuttered and stopped every time their hips collided.

'What face?' Cantarella thought for she could not speak. Sensation was a gag and Carlotta was choking her with it.

Her Montelli's eyes narrowed, a predatory glint in them.

"This isn't enough,"

she muttered.

Cantarella keened.

Every buck and every grind was harsh and rough, yet precise.

She had half a mind to stop Carlotta, before she made a mess that couldn't easily be cleaned up. If she could only-

The collar on her neck shattered and she gasped from the sudden loss of pressure against her throat.

Carlotta pushed herself up, and with her grip tight around Cantarella, stumbled off the chair and forward. They crashed againstthe small tea table. Fortunately, the table was sturdy metal. Unfortunately, the noise was too loud.

Cantarella's back ached from the impact, but it was not enough to pull her away from the sensation of Carlotta's persistent fucking.

"C-Carlotta, the table-ahn!"

Carlotta sank her teeth into Cantarella's throat, making it clear how little she cared about the ruckus.

Cantarella just barely grazed the Montelli's shoulders, when crystal cuffed her wrists and stretched them over her head.

She squeezed her legs around the smaller woman. To stop or to encourage, Cantarella did not know.

Carlotta Montelli remained undaunted. If anything her thrusts grew harder in force.

Small but strong arms wrapped around Cantarella's waist, it made sure every thrust stimulated her clit and insides in the most perfectly divine way.

Oh!

I yield. I yield, I yield, I yield-

"Carlotta…"

Cantarella forced her head up to nudge Carlotta's. A sharp glare, yet her generous little Executor granted Cantarella wet and passionate kisses without hesitation.

"I swear," 

Carlotta snarled once their lips and tongues separated,

"if I find out this happened because of your influence-"

Carlotta gritted her teeth. She gripped Cantarella's hips tighter and pulled Cantarella closer.

"I won't care for the consequences, I'll kill you."

"Rest assured,"

Cantarella grunted at quite the spot on thrust,

"this is only due to your inherent generosity and human nature."

Carlotta clicked her tongue, but simply doubled down on Cantarella.

The creaking and screeching of the table against the floor grew more obscene with Carlotta's increasingly frenzied pace. It didn't so much as push, instead the obscenity punted Cantarella over the edge and drowned her in a violent crash of waves.

She was flushed warm all over, her breaths occasionally stuttered, and her thighs trembled violently against Carlotta's sides, yet still Carlotta continued to move.

There was no point in trying to slow her, so Cantarella released her resonance ability. It should, hopefully, lower the intensity of the backlash. Better if Carlotta allowed her a second to breathe and use her healing abilities.

Why was her darling so stubborn?

Carlotta nipped at Cantarella's breast.

"Still not enough."

One hand slipped off Cantarella's back to press against her stomach, then lower. A thumb brushed against Cantarella's throbbing clit.

"Carlotta, don't-"

"Let me hear more."

The thumb pressed down firmly, precise and accurate pressure. Carlotta's thrusts were also angled higher and more focused on hitting a spot on the roof. It necessitated almost complete pull outs and slower thrusts, each and every one of which devastated Cantarella.

She squirmed and gulped air whenever she could as the tension in her core tightened further and further, and she was quickly overwhelmed by the sensation of- filled with the need to- to-

Cantarella caught Carlotta's eye.

"Carlotta, please…"

She shook her head both to plead and stave off the impending climax.

Carlotta leaned in close without stopping.

"You're not quite born to beg, are you?"

She mumbled, lips pressed against Cantarella's collar.

Cantarella didn't understand, but she knew she would not be given mercy.

Perfect, impeccable ruts forced Cantarella's eyes closed and her head turned into the table. She could feel it, could feel it building up inside-

Carlotta pulled whimpers out of Cantarella's mouth with three and a half more thrusts, before she suddenly stilled and collapsed against Cantarella.

The frustrated growls and curses at least made it clear Carlotta lived.

Cantarella took a moment to catch her breath and slowly relax her tightly coiled core.

A somewhat difficult endeavor with Carlotta still inside and snarling at herself to move.

Ambition in women was alluring. Carlotta's single-minded pursuit left Cantarella's body weak and willing to be spread and taken. 

Oh, if they had time! She would let Carlotta have her way. She would let her dear take as much as she wanted, however she wanted.

But for now, she must care for the well being of her vicious little Executor.

"Did your body lock up? This is what you get for pushing past your limits."

Cantarella tutted.

How breathless she sounded!

Carlotta Montelli was truly too much to deal with unprepared and outside without four walls and a roof.

"Kindly give my hands back so I can help before we're caught,"

Cantarella requested as soothingly as she was capable of in her current state.

A second of silence, a frustrated huff, then finally a resigned groan.

Cantarella immediately held Carlotta once the crystal cuffs disappeared.

Hmm. How could someone so small be so overwhelming?

"Do you feel any pain?"

she asked, while she carefully retrieved Carlotta's arm squished between them.

The response was a huff of warm air against Cantarella's breast. Cantarella chuckled.

"Don't be alarmed, I'm going to move you."

Though first, Cantarella needed to get her legs off Carlotta.

Her leg dropped like a brick in the ocean the moment she relaxed it. 

Words were not said, however, Carlotta did make a soft hum of, perhaps, begrudging satisfaction? Though frustration still rolled off her in a silent hum.

Someday Cantarella will ask. Carlotta's loyalty to the Montelli's was unquestionable, but once they started, she always insisted on ending it the way she wanted.

Her own pride and lust could be an answer, but the current Montelli Executor was much too smart and practical to allow that. 

Incompetent was one word that couldn't be used to describe Carlotta Montelli.

After some time to adjust and get feeling back in her legs, Cantarella placed her hands on Carlotta's hips and slowly pulled her out. Once it was fully out, it dissipated into nothing.

Cantarella then massaged and rubbed Carlotta's arms and back to soothe the roaring frequencies.

"For someone so intelligent, you're quite reckless, hmm?"

She ran a knuckle along Carlotta's spine.

A quick grumbled reply of,

"I don't want to hear it."

As much as Cantarella desired to take a short nap with Carlotta as a blanket, standing upright was the best option to return Carlotta's energy flow to normal. 

Ah. Duties, responsibilities, still so occupying.

Surprisingly, despite Cantarella's overall physical fitness, she needed to brace an arm on the table to sit upright. Her body ached in a strangely pleasant way for a fairly brief stint.

Fortunately, the table was just high enough for Cantarella's feet to plant comfortably on the floor, as such supporting Carlotta was easy.

Other than light sweating and some smudged lipstick, Carlotta looked close to publicly presentable. Her skirt hid whatever mess Cantarella made on her underwear.

A miracle, what quality clothes could withstand.

Cantarella went about tidying up Carlotta as easily as she did her flowers. Contrary to Carlotta's usual constant eye contact, opal eyes have yet to look anywhere near Cantarella's face since the abrupt end of their coupling.

It was a surprising reaction, if not a mildly irritating one.

Cantarella rubbed the last of the lipstick marks off Carlotta's cheek with her thumb. Honestly, the extent of the mess was a little embarrassing. She almost dreaded what her own appearance looked like.

"Have you gone brain dead, is that why you're so silent?"

Her fingertips trailed down to Carlotta's chin. 

The little Montelli's internal frequencies were more or less sound. Recovery should come without issues.

With a light click of her tongue and still without eye contact, Carlotta asked,

"What exactly do you want from me?"

Serious, no nonsense, and a flat tone.

Hmm.

"I won't tell,"

Cantarella purred,

"not until I'm certain you'll give it to me."

Opal eyes blazed with cold fire as Carlotta glared once more at Cantarella.

Good. Opal looked best alight.

Pushing Carlotta's chin up just slightly, Cantarella pressed her lips against Carlotta's.

"This is a very, very, dangerous game we're playing. Don't you agree?"

she said with a smile.

Carlotta did not speak another word, simply glared. That was alright. They didn't have time to chat, anyway.

The Rover had an exceptionally magnetic presence. Wherever they went nearby frequencies would stir.

As of the moment, the Rover was descending the main stairway.

It won't take them long to exit the castle, and oh, how rude it would be to not be there once they do.

"We're going to stand now,"

Cantarella tightened her grip around Carlotta's waist,

"You're perfectly welcome to lean on me."

Carlotta scoffed, but she had no choice but be held up by Cantarella.

Truly fascinating, how such a tiny woman can be a rather large problem for the Order and her dear relatives. How a woman that barely reached her shoulders reduced Cantarella to begging so desperately wasn't a question at all. Cantarella knew her own tastes.

Barely a minute into acclimatizing Carlotta to standing, the feisty woman grabbed the hand on her hip and shoved it against Cantarella's chest.

A shockingly fast recovery.

Hmm. Perhaps Carlotta was more powerful a resonator than even she had thought.

Somewhat unsteady on her feet, however, Carlotta's glare was in top form.

Her dear Executor gave Cantarella a once over and grimaced.

"Are you not going to-"

she gestured at what was most likely a very disheveled Fisalia matriarch.

Cantarella chuckled.

She could tease, have Carlotta attend to her. She had seen the twitch of Carlotta's hand, the lingering stare. 

Cantarella was fairly certain Carlotta Montelli considered herself honor-bound to care for her…conquests. It would be nice.

Alas, time was not their ally at the moment.

Instead of her heart's desires, Cantarella walked up to the chair they previously occupied and retrieved the glove.

When she turned back, she nearly burst out laughing.

She sauntered over to Carlotta, more pleased than before.

"Worried? Don't be."

Cantarella offered the glove back to its owner, then used a bit of her forte to cast an illusion.

"Perfectly presentable."

Carlotta met her smile with a rather somber frown.

Tsk, tsk. That won't do.

Cantarella stepped closer and leaned down to whisper against Carlotta's ear,

"Only you would know what lies beneath the illusion."

Carlotta reeled back, more than scandalized.

"You're infuriating!"

her dear Executor snapped, then marched off.

Her steps were still quite wary, as such she didn't get far.

Nevertheless, Cantarella quickly followed.

She would not risk her dear Executor's pretty face, simply because she slipped and fell.

Once Cantarella reached a respectable distance, she glanced back at the small table that was at least a foot away from its original place, and snickered.

They walked back to the main entrance just before the Rover and their fluffy companion could make their way to the, hmmm, scene of the scandal.

If Rover looked sheepish before, it was more apparent now.

"I think Abby solved our problem."

The Rover scratched their cheek. Abby flew up in front of them and declared victoriously,

"I ate it!"