Mantis trembled as Gamora's strong fingers coiled in her dark tresses, tugging her head back in a silent demand for submission. The Zen-Whoberian's breath hitched at the molten promise burning in her lover's obsidian glare.
"You think you can just tease me with your pathetic attempts at seduction during battle and expect no consequences?" Gamora growled, her words liquid sin tracing scorching paths across Mantis's skin.
Her thighs clenched instinctively as fresh arousal spiked through her veins at the feral timbre vibrating the assassin's tone. She whimpered, whole body undulating in supplication as Gamora pressed closer until their curves melded seamlessly.
"My consequences...They would only serve to heighten your pleasures, milady," Mantis husked in a voice thickened by naked need.
She gasped as Gamora wrenched her head to the side, lips searing a blaze of possession across the column of her arched throat. Sharp teeth grazed and nipped until dusky skin blossomed rosy welts in their wake.
"Then consider yourself warned, little insect." Gamora's hand snaked between their flushed bodies to palm Mantis's clothed mound with blatant possession. "The games end now."
A choked cry spilled from Mantis's parted lips at the first insistent press against her rapidly dampening slit. No quarter would be given this eve - her body thrilled at the impending claim with every fiber of its being.
When Gamora's other hand encircled her throat in a crushing grip, Mantis was powerless to resist. She surrendered, offering herself entirely over to the other woman's molten dominion over her quaking form.
Gamora smirked against her thundering pulse before sinking wickedly sharpened canines into pliant olive flesh hard enough to raise blood to the surface. Mantis cried out at the electrifying sting, instinctively squeezing supple thighs together against the merciless rubbing intensifying in tandem between her weeping folds.
"Look at you," her tormentor taunted, tongue swirling through the welling crimson beads. "Dripping all over my hand like a desperate whore in heat."
As if to punctuate the point, Gamora savagely hooked two fingers past her leggings to gather the fresh slick coating her lover's bare lower lips before dragging that torturous friction directly over the hooded bud of nerves begging for relief.
Mantis jolted, sensation blinding in its intensity as her channel clenched on empty air. Her hands flew up, fingers scrabbling wildly across the deep emerald planes of Gamora's straining back as the other woman forced her down onto their tangled sheets.
"G-Gamora, please...Ohhhh please...I can't-"
The rest was swallowed in a punishing kiss that robbed her of breath and rationale alike. Gamora's nails raked a burning path down the column of her spine as their hips ground together. Heat sparked against the sodden cotton clinging to Mantis's aching flesh with each torturous undulation.
Only when she felt light-headed from lack of oxygen did the assassin release her, strings of saliva bridging their swollen lips as they panted into one another's damp space. Mantis moaned brokenly, desperate to chase the taste of Gamora's mouth and sate this all-consuming wildfire raging through her core.
"Look at me, little one," Gamora commanded with a delicious twist of her embedded fingers. "Watch yourself come undone all over my hand like the untouched little girl you are."
Twin tears of pleasure slipped down Mantis's temples as she surrendered fully. Her back arched impossibly higher with each gyrating roll grinding her hard and fast towards the precipice.
Never had she experienced such raw power, such scintillating exquisite possession of both her empathic and carnal senses. Gamora's every thought, emotion, and imprinted sensation singed into her hyper-attuned nerves with unbridled brutality. It was...transcendent.
