Even in the high of such an intense orgasm, Malaika felt herself fall into levels of horny that were surely dangerous. She had always known she had a high sex drive, she just never seemed to be with the right people for it. With Hanwi, however, it felt as though she had been underestimating just how horny she could be. Looking at her through eyes that were struggling to stay open, she wanted to do more bad things. Say devious things. Ride full things. Waste her life away having Hanwi between her legs.

“Hurry up, then,” she instructed, fighting the after spasms as she pushed her legs wider. “We haven’t gotten around to properly loving my pussy.”

A smile broke across Hanwi’s face. “Do you always talk like that?”

“Like what?”

She cocked her head to the side, eyes narrowing. “Let’s explore with the remaining pegs.” She reached for the two atop the chest. “I have a feeling this is even going to be better than your nipples.”

While she was insanely excited for what was promised, she could not help how her throat went dry and the small part of her brain that suggested rather heavily, she was about to experience a sharp, delicious, pain. This, she knew, were the tell-tale signs of almost unfathomably intense sexual arousal that would not calm down until she did something about it as fast as possible.

Then she felt a peg bite onto one side of her lip. A sigh escaped her, eyes closed as she took in the sensation. Then the other bit into the other lip and she was practically convulsing.

“You are so responsive,” she heard Hanwi say. She sounded as though she was so far and extremely near all at once. She wanted to open her eyes and check but between the pegs and the convulsing, she could not instruct her brain to do that simple task. “I want to pinch,” she went on, “but you are glistening so beautifully I am going to taste before I pinch, okay?”

How could she even give her verbal permission? Malaika wondered. Before she could figure out how to best consent, she felt her clit reacting to soft warm breaths. A small lick followed and this, her thighs decided, was an indication that they should be firmly closed.

“No,” Hanwi said, barely choking between her thighs as she held the right one carelessly away. “If you want me to not let you remain horny the whole time, you are going to have to let me have my fill.” Then she quickly resumed her ministrations.

The sensations were unlike anything Malaika had ever imagined. The pegs with the licking and the firm instruction to have her remain as wide as she must were too much for her. So much so she could not hold it together. She knew it was inevitable. With how her lower stomach had practically folded in of itself with air coming and leaving her in small shallow breaths and her eyes practically rolling to the back of her head, she was about to do it.

“HANWI!” she cried out as she reached for her head, feet digging into her mattress, back arched so hard she was probably an entrance to a cathedral. She felt herself release then; claiming her like something akin to volcanic heat.

She had only ever squirted once before and she had never been able to replicate what had happened. It had always been in vain to the point where she thought she had rather hallucinated the whole thing and there was no need to dwell on it. But factoring in what had just happened and how her body seemed to remember the whole experience, it had to have been real.

It took time for her to let earth claim her once more, even with the pegs still pinching, traversing that sweet spot of pain and pleasure. When she did, however, she found Hanwi looking at her, eyes wide with obvious joy. Her shoulder was soaked and so was part of her luscious hair. “Fuck,” Malaika said, pulling to sit up.

She failed at this mostly because pegs were doing their very best to remain peggily attached to her. A small hiss of discomfort escaped her.

Hanwi looked at her with concern. “Do you want me to remove them?”

She wasn’t really sure why that simple question wanted to make her cry. She also didn’t understand why she was feeling a sense of loss so profound. Lastly, she did not understand what Hanwi seemed to be dancing behind water.

“Fuck,” Hanwi said, jumping fast into action, “you should have - no. I should have. I was the one doing all this and I pushed too far, didn’t I?” She removed the first peg on her pussy carefully. “I am better than this, I promise.” She removed the next peg. Then in a motion that felt more clinical than horny, she rubbed at her carefully before reaching for the ones still attached to her nipples. “It wasn’t–” Hanwi was flustered. “What I want to say is, I want it to be abundantly clear that I do not regret what has happened here. I usually take responsibility for all that I do. I just wish you would have told me when it started to hurt.” She put the pegs back to where she had found them and stared up at Malaika with imploring eyes. “I am sorry.”