[She doesn't pull but her splayed fingers go stiff against Req's scalp with the effort of staying gentle; her other hand clenches at the blankets beneath them. After a few eager twitches she just rides the new rhythm--shuts her eyes because in the mirror it's just her reacting to unseen pleasure, but Nemesis can feel Req on and against and around and inside her, and that's so much better.



Orgasm takes her by surprise, and she's pressing up helplessly into the relative cool of Req's mouth and hand and everything before she can help it.]