She was lost in a world and that world’s name was Vera. Everything the Head Girl did was what her Prefect focused on. Being with her, it felt she like it was the first time between two lovers who hadn’t seen each other for years. If not by the time, this didn’t seem to be much different. Of course Clarice remembered who was in charge, but Vera taking control did not bother her at all. This was her welcoming after all.

Her hand felt like delicate petals against her own, shuddering as the silver-haired goddess slid her palm over the upper side of her hand before scooting closer. The Head Girl suggested using her first name now. It made it easier to address the woman now as it were but she knew she would be respectfully calling her by her appropriate title when they left. But for now there seemed to be a slight equality between them. Somewhat to an extent that Claire was uncertain what to do until Vera made her motions clear. Moving where there were mere inches between them, the Head Girl’s free hand extended to her cheek and turned her gaze to her for more kisses.

Her strength ebbed with each tender embrace. Lips tenderly claiming hers over and over while hands gently slid up and down her sides… everything were just wonderfully sensual and arousing. Even a slow pace caused reaction from the woman. Light gasps escaped her when she brushed against the side of her teats. She was so sensitive at the moment that the slightest touch brought wonderful flutters to her stomach. Finally the woman claimed her mouth fully; digging in-between her lips to tease the inside of her mouth again where her own tongue was lightly played with.

She made covered moan while the woman’s hands traced along the outline of her curves. She felt a live with electricity; each time feeling wave after wave of electric tingles run across her skin. Vera held this embrace for what seemed like hours before finally parting. Breathless and heavily aroused, Claire’s thighs involuntarily rub together with a distinct feeling of wetness. Her breasts merely need to be flicked to become as hard as stone by now. “… V-Vera…” she breathlessly spoke, heaving heavy breaths of lustful need that even a succubus would be jealous of. This woman before her was a seductress of forbidden passion. Her body was screaming for relief already, but Claire’s mind accepted the pace of which Vera chose. She could already feel the edges of her thoughts fogging and fading away with each passing touch.

Her cheeks flush at the flattering comment. “D-Don’t tease me with words,” she murmurs, a bit flustered by the compliment. She wasn’t used to kind words at all. Too many and she was sure she would turn as red as a tomato. But she smiled none the less to it, her words hollow as her body couldn’t care what Vera said or did. She just didn’t want these lovely sensations to end.

"Who is teasing?" she replied with another soft kiss, "Are you saying I'm incorrect?" Vera's hand slid forward, fingertips running along Claire's stomach and slowly moving upwards. The woman looked like she was falling under a spell. Each kiss, every stroke of her fingers made the Prefect melt in her hands. Her fingers graze over the orb she teased before. The tips spread around the tender mound in slow circles before her fingers took a firmer grip. "So tender..." she purred, giving the sensitive orb a slow squeeze. Her thumb rolled over the hardening nub through the woman's blouse and bra. Even she was a bit shocked on how quickly Claire's body was reacting.

Her other hand still held Claire's giving a reassuring squeeze as the two embraced one another. "Mmm..." The Head Girl enjoyed the feel of her partner's moans emitting from her throat. She kissed her deeply but broke it a bit faster as she realized something. "Oh?" she pondered, "I wouldn't want to ruin your uniform. It is important to maintain the standard," she teased as she helped Claire by undoing a few buttons. Vera joined in as well by removing her vest and casually tossing it to a nearby chair. She was not too concerned about her attire as she had plenty of other uniforms to wear within reach. Her fingers undid the rest of the buttons and gently slid Claire's blouse down her shoulders.

"If I am going too fast," she whispered, "You only have to tell me to stop. Just relax and let me take care of you for once." Vera kept her partner in her daze with another deep kiss. Her tongue slithered in, pushing against the back of the woman's throat numerous times before breaking the breathless embrace. The Head Girl had already unsnapped the woman's bra, revealing the large mammaries and their rock hard nipples. Leaving her Prefect in just her sash, skirt, socks, and shoes, her hand slid over both firm orbs. Her fingers danced around those aching nipples, flicking one then the other before giving a faint pinch. "Now doesn't that feel better, Clarice?" She asked with a soft squeeze of both the woman's hand and her breast.

Her Prefect didn’t answer, having no answer to give. For once, Clarice remained silent, in sorts, mostly because her mind couldn’t come up with a right answer so she would be little herself or make it seem like Vera was just flattering her for no reason. Her cheeks flushed with the notion she may have to answer, but she had nothing. She was stumped with her question.

Even so, the Head Girl didn’t stop assaulting her senses. Were this truly a spell, she had no hope of escaping with each deepening kiss. There was a plethora of sensitive nerves being beckoned awake with her train of thought and her imagination. She had never been with Vera like this. This was perhaps a first mutual ordinance between them aside from one time that Claire showed her gratefulness. Now the Head Girl was applying all her experience into the woman who thought she knew what love making was. She was so pleasantly wrong.

The kiss received a slight pause as the Prefect closes her eyes and intakes sharply a breath. One of her sensitive orbs had been captured by a skilled hand. She nearly fell back into the plush bed as a soft squeeze delightfully sent wave after wave of pleasurable pressure through her body. Her tantalizing purr made Clarice shudder with excitement. She had not felt such excitement in months. This was like a fantasizing dream for her now. That dream took a more realistic sensation as a thumb rubbed over a hard nipple. She squirms with a light moan; the sensitive nub only grew firmer with heated blood with each flick. She was loving every moment of this. Her body was working very hard in preparing for whatever may come next. Her panties were beginning to have a small sliver where her nether lips were.

The Head Girl showed how succulent a passionate kiss could be. Clarice returned the kiss just as much, but her demeanor recoiled to a submissive response. While the woman kissed her so roughly, the woman returned soft flicks to give the woman something back. The kiss broke a little quicker, leaving Claire a poor little breathless mess before her fogging mind returned to some normality. Blinking briefly, she had forgotten she was fully dressed and so did Vera apparently. Yes of course, she wouldn’t want to soil her clothes, especially when she had no spare on hand. But before she began to do it herself, the woman demonstrated another dominant pose by shedding her clothing for her. It gave her chills as each button came undone. Her bright blushed face watched lustfully as the Head Girl shed her vest and tossed it aside for more ample flexibility.

Before she knew it, her blouse had come off, revealing her firm mounds and rock hard nipples beneath a thin fabric. She shakes her head rather meekly. Before she even got the chance to answer, the woman delved into her maw again with lustful eyes ablaze. That tantalizing fog began to return as the kiss continued with an exploration of her mouth. She breathed heavy moans of passion through her nose, eyes fluttering when the woman tickled the back of her mouth so tenderly.
The broken kiss left her dazed briefly before she felt a sudden relief flow from her heavy chest. Her bra came unclipped rather easily, falling around the golden haired mystic, freeing such restricted flesh from their bounds. Her teats were heavily engorged, bouncing freely before coming to lie still before the woman’s wandering eyes. The Head Girl could plainly see the arousal after such passionate moments. Her Prefect shuddered wonderfully beneath her skilled hands as she took each orb in her palm.

“Uhhhnnn…” she groans lowly, eyes rolling briefly from the initial touch before they fell to looking into Vera’s light blue eyes. Her emerald gaze was terribly unfocused, and the sparkle of life seemed dulled by the woman’s fogged mind. It didn’t seem to matter how fast or how slow Vera went. Clarice seemed perfectly at ease with whatever she did and seemed to be at a point where a simple nudge would make her fall on her back on the soft bed. Her teeth clenched and her body jolted faintly as nipples were flicked and then finally pinched. She felt so good; her chest was on fire with Vera cooling the flames with such wonderful touches. She nods slowly to her question whether it was rhetorical or not. She wanted to let Vera know she was feeling better than ever. So much that she squeezed her thighs together to keep some soothing friction between her legs. It had been far too long since a woman’s hands touched this altered body. Her senses had gotten the taste of pleasure before. Now they were all but focused on the slightest change in a breeze.

To show how truly ‘better’ she felt, Claire closed the distance again with another heated kiss. Her lips and tongue were not nearly as forceful as Vera’s, but they still continued to move over Vera’s while her hands and arms were too busy holding herself up on the bed. Closing her eyes, the prefect felt like she was doused with a shower of pleasure. Never before had her breasts brought such wonderful sparks to her than now. All she could do was pray Vera would take her all in this room, body and mind.

Clarice was melting like butter on a hot pan. The Head Girl was shocked on how much they enhanced the woman's sensitivity. The poor girl was probably going to be helpless against monsters. But that was alright. Her Prefect would always be able to return to her Head Girl to soothe the pain away.

Vera accepted the loving kisses and noticed how vulnerable her partner was. Claire was barely keeping herself up with her arms swaying beneathe her. The woman's eyes were nearly glassy, lost in the stimulation and sensations that this Head Girl was expertly providing. The young mystic probably did not realize that this was only the beginning.

Not bothering with words for the moment, the Head Girl helped her partner out of the skirt and panties. With a teasing smirk, she shifted the woman's sash out from under Claire's arm and then twists it into a makeshift collar and leash around the woman's neck. Dressed in just her shoes and socks, the Prefect would feel a light tug on the sash to guide her up further on the bed. She had Claire sit on her knees with her thighs parted to reveal her dripping wet folds. Shifting around behind her partner, Vera took the woman's hands in her own and slid them up and down her lover's body. She guided her fingers to spread out over each breast, making the Prefect's own hands squeeze and massage those hypersensitive orbs.

She reminded her Prefect how good it feels to just let go. Once satisfied that Claire would keep the motions going on her own, Vera would slide her fingers down lower and begin teasing the heavily aroused woman's clitoris. It was already swollen and throbbing for attention, making it easy to wrap her fingers around the nub and begin stroking at a gentle pace. Her other hand simply guided her partner's cheek to the side so the Head Girl could return to passionately kissing her lover.

Vulnerability was her forte, unintentional as it was. Countless monster assaults, sexual pleasures of women on the island had changed the Prefect’s body in more subtle ways than NICE labs. Her body had become so sensitive and used to sexual activity that being without such warm sensations for so long, the woman had succumbed easily to the first little touch from Vera Claire didn’t care if she looked helpless and unable to defend herself against monsters. She already couldn’t fight them any way. All she cared for is this wonderful pleasure and her Head Girl’s blissful welcoming back gift.

Drowning in a sea of anticipation and delight, the Prefect did what she could to help Vera get her out of the rest of her clothes. Her panties were less than presentable, having been soaked to some agreeable standard that they would be of no use once this was all said and done. Her clean and smooth mound was drooling as much as she was. She couldn’t help it, though. She needed someone and Vera was proving to be the best source of an outlet she ever could’ve wished for. Left in mere foot wear, her sash was then turned into a makeshift lead that would guide her to where the woman wished her to go. She didn’t complain and found the entire concept of using her own sash as her leash a bit arousing in itself, or was she just too willing for the Head Girl? In any case, she felt a tug and slid further onto the bed, following the motions of her partner’s hands.

On her knees and spread, Clarice leaned back into the Head Girl, knowing how truly exposed she was. Her nether region glistened in the candle-lit room; drops of sweet nectar tickled the Prefect as they slid backwards, collecting around her other puckered entrance until that too began to dribble onto Vera’s bed. Feeling the woman shift, she gave a soft sigh as flesh rubbed against flesh. Taking her hands into hers, her partner guided them upwards from their hanging position at her sides, drawing them across her stomach with tingling little flutters that followed. It became clear where her controlled hands were going.

Her mouth hung open and shortly took in a quick gasp as her own hands smothered her own breasts. God, this felt so good. Despite having so much sexual experience whilst on the island, Claire didn’t think much of pleasuring herself when no one was around. Given her past, there had been no need for her to stimulate her own body. Even on NICE labs she had not given the notion thought, but now it was all she could think of. Helping to give her a squeeze, she gasps again as her hands continue to massage her tender orbs again and again. It felt too good to stop even when Vera’s hands did. Sensing this, the Head Girl moved to an even more delicate nub.

The woman’s puffing clit throbbed at attention, easy capture for such skilled hands. “Aaah!” a cry of bliss came forth when the woman catches the throbbing little member with a hand, gently rolling it slippery length between her hands. Claire’s head sunk back over Vera’s left shoulder, her mouth open wide with many sounds of pleasure and passion. Still continuing to stimulate her breasts as she pleased, the Prefect pinched her own areolas which made her even jump at how sensitive they were. She was delightfully surprised that she could stimulate herself so that the tingles could gather quickly in her depths as Vera’s own motions blew air into the flames. So entranced by the different sensations going through her body, the young mystic bucks and jolts beneath Vera’s experienced touch. Her clit was such an easy target to goad her into fixed rhythms of lovely sounds and spasming shudders, she neither had the strength nor would use any strength to stop the woman from turning her gaze to hers. Her body felt like it was burning from the inside out; her open mouth easily capture by the woman to continue passionately kissing. This did not stop Clarice from continuing to give moans, but they were no slightly muffled. Eyes falling at half mast, she greedily wanted everything Vera had to offer. Her lips and tongue became the only source of force while she kissed the woman back as passionately as she could. It was only when the woman rubbed her tiny little bead a certain way did she have to pause to shudder with blissful paralysis. Her mounds continued to be stimulated by herself while her mouth and hood were all but helpless against the Head Girl.

Despite this passionate mood set by the candles and dim-lit room, Claire’s brain briefly wondered how long Vera could still stay with her before having to return to work. That thought became fleeting and fogged as she felt a sense of pressure building with her loin. Eyes flutter briefly at the thought of cumming because of this woman’s touch. She had never wanted that light at the end of the tunnel so bad than right now.

She admired the look of absolute awe on her Prefect's face. Though she had taken the lead, Vera was not really forcing but rather just guiding her partner's desires. The silver haired woman smiled as the other woman's head just rolled back and came to rest on her shoulder. The poor girl was just completely out of it. The Head Girl could guess all those years of being raped and abused by monsters and having to deal with this school just building upon this woman. Now for a few moments, Clarice could just let herself go and enjoy the pleasures of submitting entirely.

Her partner's hips rolled forward, trying to feel even more of those skillful fingers stroking her vulnerable pearl. The Head Girl kept things nice and agonizingly slow. She could feel the nub pulsing rapidly as she ran her fingers over it and back down, stroking it like a very tiny cock. Occasionally she would let her thumb slide over the very top, giving it a few strokes in a circle before going back the longer motions. It had only been a few minutes at the most and Claire's eyes were already at half mast and losing focus. She was drowning in pleasure when the student had yet to break the surface of this sea of bliss.

"Relax," she said softly, almost like an order, "You did so well in controlling yourself during your absence. Just let go and enjoy your reward. You are safe here with me, just give in to your needs." Vera kissed the woman again before nibbling down her neck. Her hand slid from Claire's cheek and stroked the side of a breast while her partner kept groping herself over and over. "It feels good being a good girl doesn't it?" she whispered into her ear, "You want to be a good girl and feel more of this don't you?" The Head Girl teased, saying those soft words in variations as she continued to torment the woman's body. Her strokes would get slightly firmer and faster everytime she tells the woman to relax and give in. Vera would keep sneaking kindling into the fire until the poor woman can take no more, suffering her first climax before even having her sex invaded.

Whether it was absolute submission, the need to feel the waves of pleasure again after spending so much time away from it, or whether the Prefect simply wanted Vera to soothe her needs didn't seem to matter or even register in the twitching girl's body. She was loving this, full-heartedly and all. It was very infrequent she would anything of enjoying something so much when it did not involve a certain lover, but this time, it was just too good to lie about it. The Head Girl knew it as well.

Her breaths became increasingly short and her moans began to reach a higher pitch. She felt like she would just melt and die from all the heat writhing up from her insides, but if this was what her last moments would be, she would die happy. Her body didn’t disagree as it twitched and spasmed lightly when Vera rubbed her tiny little nub a bit harder than before. Her nether region twitched in its own way, contracting back and forth while she tensed with each heavy stroke. It was hard to relax when someone was rubbing her so hard. She couldn’t help but jolt in surprise when the Head Girl rolled her pearl about like a tiny phallus.

She was starting to feel the long awaited tension begin to build already. It was uncommon for her to have to mold herself, but it felt too good now to stop massaging her own teats over and over, pinching her own nipples before molding them again. Her body was feeling so good that she slowly began to relax, only to feel Vera suddenly pick up the pace and make her body tense up again. She was getting closer and closer as her nether lips twitched wildly. Vera’s coos echoed in the woman’s mind. As if that would push her over the edge, she did exactly what the woman ordered and just let her weight drop against the silver-haired beauty.

Her body rises shortly after as she feels it coming closer and closer. Her toes curl inside her shoes and her long gasps become short. Her cries of passion rise and rise as her clit continued to throb madly between skillful hands. Finally it is let loose with a gnashing of passion. Vera’s hand felt the gush of juices spilling from the woman as her walls contract hungrily against themselves in a powerful climax. Claire’s body went tense and arched back into the Head Girl, eyes rolling to the back of her head as her body felt the wonderful glow of a mind-numbing orgasm. It lasted for seconds; the girl frozen in a state of suspended animation before it all came crashing down. Falling back against the Head Girl, her Prefect lay limply with half-lit eyes, breathing heavily as she rode the aftershocks of her climax until there was nothing but a wonderful numbness she didn’t want to let go of.

Vera’s kiss was given little results back as Claire hung loosely in her arms, tongue out and drooling from the corner of her mouth. She felt so good, it was a pity it didn’t last longer. Finally, the light began returning to the prefect’s eyes as she came back to reality. Looking up to the Head Girl, she leans up and kisses her fully in gratitude for such a wonderful sensation. That was not to say she still hungered for more, but now it wasn’t a constant threat of sending her into madness.

“Th… that-… that was…” she tries to say but could not find the words to describe her feelings, “Y… you’re amazing…”

Higher and higher the pitch rose in Claire's moans and cries of passion. The woman could not even speak as Vera kept whispering those words over and over again as she kept pumping that swollen clit more and more. The effect was nothing short of mind numbing as her Prefect's lovely form arched, grinding against the Head Girl's fingers. The silver haired woman watched as Claire's hips twitched and jolt violently. There was no stopping what was coming. Those eyes fluttered and rolled back as all that built up tension and lust came out in one viscious mind searing flood of pure euphoria.

Vera's fingers kept working the pearl between her fingers, prolonging the bliss as long as possible while her partner simply layed limp against her body. She felt the woman spasm as if electrocuted as she kept sending more impulses of pleasure right through those sensitive nerves. But sadly all good things must come to a end. Claire's body sank into Vera's arms, resting in the warm afterglow of her climax. For several moments, her Prefect was not home as those eyes stared blankly out into space. The first thing that was said was not even a word but an action as Claire's lips pressed against her own in deep gratitude.

"Mmm..." she smiled softly at the praise she earned, "That was nothing," She whispered, tracing her glistening fingers around Claire's navel, "That is just a warm up. But, I will not keep you if you want to go. I just wanted to show my own gratitude for your return and help ease all that tension you have. Now, if you think you have a bit more... Perhaps I can help you work out those kinks." Vera gently peeled Claire's hands off her own breasts, squeezing them both gently to let her know she did not have to obey her order any longer. The Head Girl gazed into the other student's eyes, admiring the sensations radiating from the woman's aura. Even Vera's aura slipped a little revealing a certain adoration towards her Prefect that was not seen before. Did she always have this feeling? It was impossible to say with the Head Girl's guard always up.

Shuddering somewhat, the woman simply rested against the Head Girl, in awe of how much she needed that warm, tender touch. But it was far from over as the woman spoke. After experiencing such a wonderful sensation, Claire herself didn't want it to be over either. Still, a light blush caressed her fair cheeks as Vera asks her if she was ready for more or if she wanted to go. Her body tingled all over; all the way to her kneading breasts she had molded herself upon Vera's directions. They were tender and sensitive to the touch. Her hot spot was also sensitive, having made a small little damp spot beneath her; it was ripe and well wetted for future sensations.

Clarice's eyes flicker up to the woman as she felt a... fleeting feeling emit from the woman. Blinking in confusion, she tries to decipher what it was the Head Girl was hiding. Vera had some adoration for her Prefect that much was clear by her actions. But to actually see-no, feel it... it was something different entirely. Feeling her hands get peeled off from her aroused mounds, she tenses as the woman gives them a testing squeeze, causing her to wriggle slightly before sinking back into her arms with a soft sigh. She knew she didn’t have to obey her this way, but she wanted to.

This sort of feeling was something Claire had no felt in awhile. She smiled at the woman, happy she cared so much. Perhaps now that she has returned she should work harder for the woman and take the heavy burdens of enforcing the laws of the school off her shoulders some. Feeling the mood was just right, she forgot about everything else except for the woman tenderly attending to her needs. Leaning up to kiss the woman again, she gave her answer along with her face still slightly red. Even after such a compromising position, it was still embarrassing to say that she wanted more.

She cups the woman's hand in her own and squeezes it gently. Such a soft hand, a warm hand connected to a warm person. "... y-you can... do whatever... you wish with me, Vera. I don't mind at all," she spoke very softly, smiling still as she accepted the woman's invitation in a way. Still tingling from her last great experience, her anticipation rose with what was to come next.

It may have been a cruel question to ask of the woman. What could someone say when their boss or superior asks if they wish to stay longer? In a normal environment, this would be no different from that boss making moves towards a woman who was already taken. But this island could hardly be called normal. Clarice, like many students who know perhaps a little too much, was rather vulnerable and by instinct sought human contact. Despite what others say of the Head Girl, she was still very much a human being and gave that much needed touch and warmth.

Even in this close and erotic moment, Vera never showed any signs of losing control. In her line of work, being around and experiencing sex and embrace was common whether it be with human or monster. The brief flicker of emotion only managed to slip out due it being an emotion not often expressed or felt by the silver haired woman. She had other Prefects, servants, slaves but Clarice was different. The woman was just her Prefect, everything else was volunteered even coming to her bedroom. This was a state only thorough manipulation and training could possibly accomplish and even then the Head Girl would be wary to open up to such a woman.

That little slip of emotion seemed to have a profound effect on her Prefect. Claire's cheeks blushed as she leaned to steal a kiss from Vera's lips. The Head Girl's hand was taken in both of hers, squeezing it as if not wishing to ever let go. But the truly amazing thing was what the golden haired beauty said. Vera knew this woman had a submissive nature but never knew it went so deep. Those words were not often said to lovers as usually such a partnership was equal. No, this woman simply submitted, willing to take whatever the Head Girl had to offer. A dangerous phrase especially here on Shokushu. But it also revealed just how much a hold she had of this woman. A truly loyal woman, devoted to Vera.

"Such risky words, Clarice," Vera whispered softly, her free hand tracing up and down between the woman's breasts, "Or perhaps you are hoping to feel so much more that I have to offer without asking. So devious." She teased, her fingers sliding over a mound and closing in on a nipple. "But, I do not want to scare you off. Do you prefer things gentle?" she asked, her fingers stroking the hardened peak in slow fluid strokes, "Or do you like it rough?" She pinched, twisted, and pulled on the mound enough to cause a sudden spark of pain, "Do you want to take active part in your pleasure or do you prefer to lose all control and submit? You have been performing so very well, Clarice. I only want to make your stay as pleasing as possible."

Vera seemed to soak in her words slowly and thought about each word down to the letter in deep detail. While Claire simply rested against the woman, her own emotions fluttered and vibrated freely. While Vera felt a need to safeguard her feelings, Claire saw no reason to hide herself from the Head Girl. In doing so she would appear to be hiding something from the woman. She had nothing to hide from the woman. Vera appeared to find her openness a bit unnerving and at best, surprising.

When Vera spoke did Claire truly understand what she said and how it meant to the woman. She grew a little nervous, anxious that maybe she was appearing too compliant with the Head Girl and it was making her a little wary. Her Prefect rested her head against the woman, looking down a bit as she contemplated her choice of words. Had she said something she shouldn't have? In the heat of the moment no less?

For the moment, Claire receded as she pondered if what she was doing was alright or just odd. Had she grown so accustomed to submission that she gave it nary a second thought? While the Head Girl mentioned she didn't want to frighten the woman, Clarice was beginning to feel she should second-guess herself. Drawing her arms to herself, she gave either side of shoulder a tight squeeze. Get a grip... this is fine... this is... she thought to herself.

Blinking out of her temporary stupor, she turns her head up to the Head Girl and bites her lower lip, almost restraining herself from saying anything, almost. She releases her lip and loosens her grip of herself. "I-is it bad, the way I'm acting I mean?" she asks rhetorically, but every sense of questioning herself was evident in her voice. "I never thought what I said had any deep meaning except... I trust you."

She was speaking from her heart, although a little shaken by Vera's inquire, she still felt the same. She responded to the hard pinches and gentle caresses, but moreover she tried to keep focus on the Head Girl. "Make no mistake, Vera. I know I'm not very assertive some times. I do defend myself, I do. My personal life has just been... beaten. But... I-I feel I can say things to you and not have to worry. I've had to worry about so many things," she spoke softly, reaching to place a hand on Vera's chest where her heart should be. "I trust this heart... I trust you, Vera. There's nothing more than that."

Blushing still, she lets her hand slowly slide off the woman's chest. "... I'd-I'd... I'd like it a little rougher. And maybe I wouldn't mind taking part in my pleasures," she heatedly said, before dragging her hand back up to Vera's bountiful bosom. "But I think you and I have different views of what pleasures me. I-i wouldn't be very happy if I was the only one receiving such kind attention. Even... Head Girls like attention from their Prefects, right?" Her heart was beating quickly in her chest. She had a tendency to run off in the mouth, but she didn't feel she rambled this time. She didn't beat around the bush too much. Spending time with Vera like this... maybe she could show the same sort of confidence with her lover when she finally returned to Kanoe.

"Not at all," Vera answered, "It is just not something I hear said so... willingly. You have been very open and honest with me. You do not even hide your feelings anymore. Your trust is in me and I trust you, Clarice. If you wish me to do as I please with you, who am I to deny such devotion?" The Head Girl indeed had a beating heart despite what others may think. Her body gave warmth and reacted much the same as any other female body. Perhaps for a few short moments, the two could be away from their duties and simply enjoy being human.

She wanted to ensure that Claire was aware of her choice. If the woman wanted to give up more control to the Head Girl, she would gladly take it. Vera smiled at the notion of earning her own attention from others. "Mmm... You assume I am not getting pleasure from this, Clarice," she whispered into the woman's ear, "You assume I must receive similar stimulation in order to reach the same experience you have. But I am more the opposite of you. You prefer to be taken, used, controlled. I prefer to be the controller, dominant. Offering yourself to me in such a way sent my heart racing. That is the sort of attention I enjoy."

"But," she teased, letting her warm breath tickle the woman's ear, "Nothing says we cannot both get what we want. I will treat you roughly and if you perform well, I see no reason not to reward my loyal Prefect." Vera smirked slyly. She had no intention of pulling rank but Claire did mention it. One only had to look at the two to see who was in control right now. The Head Girl was still wearing her uniform while her Prefect was wearing only her socks. But her clothes did not hinder a chance to feel the Head Girl's firm breast.

"Now then.." Her fingers slid down the Prefect's body, "I could just handle you rougher..." Her fingers would pinch the woman's still throbbing clit as she said it, "I could tie you up if you prefer that sort or roughness. Or I could go without them and simply order you into a position of... vulnerbility." Vera's other hand would cup and squeeze one of Claire's hypersensitive orbs. She could feel the woman's pulse racing as she squeezed harder to cause some pain before loosening her grip. The pain would linger only to spark as her other hand pinched the woman's clit again, keeping the Prefect's body guessing where the pain and stimulation would come next. "Mmm... would you do that for me?" she asked, "Would you trust me to lean back on your knees, letting me do as I wish to your lovely body?"

Heat rose to her cheeks quickly as she stared into this assertive woman’s eyes. What was she doing playing such a meek and defenseless kitten? But she could not deny this feeling of excitement, this underlining draw towards making a victim of herself. No matter who said what or what was said, it still embarrassed the hell out of her to tell her lover, a partner, even Vera that she may very well like the sort of rise one could get when bound, with truly no control in the matter and to simply watch and wait for the person to do whatever to her.

Her skin tingled at the thought, but admitting it seemed to dry her mouth quickly as if to prevent her from saying it. Vera’s words teased the underlining recesses of her Prefect’s mind before she stole her attention and very dominantly pinched a very sensitive area on Claire’s body. The reaction was swift with a slight squeak and twitch of her body.

It was like this woman was gently coaxing her to say what she truly wanted, what sexual desires may lay beneath her confident figure. There was no reason to be meek was there? This was a woman she trusted after all. If it was Vera then…

Another pinch to her helpless clit was replied with another squeak. Her body was still very sensitive from the climax she had gone through and each little pinch felt like someone forcing themselves deep within her. The Head Girl was like a snake, coiling around, pretending to be harmless only to tighten her grip to make sure she knew who was in charge. It left her wanting, tingling with pleasurable desire. It felt like there was no end to what the woman could ask of her. The simple suggestion, whispered into her ear. The constant coaxing towards total submission would be given some reward to the silver-haired beauty. There was only one thing to do in Claire’s fogged mind.

She shifts beneath Vera’s grasp a bit, scooting herself a bit forward before leaning back as Vera had asked. She was happy to be so flexible or else she may have been unable to fulfill the woman’s request. Sparkling emerald eyes gazed up to the Head Girl, trusting with her head now positioned on the woman’s lap.

She felt a sense of thrill rise within her again, allowing the woman to see her willing attitude with a breathless smile. “If it’s you, Vera. If it’s you then… yes.” If her stimulation was of being submissive to the Head Girl and the woman felt chills when she dominated, she could only wonder how Vera was feeling now.

(Been a long time coming, but I think I've made a decent reply. I better have since it's practically five months in the making. Sorry, Kanoe.)

((It's alright. Good to see you agains. ^.^))

Clarice was a unique student. From her files, it was apparent this one knew enough that there was something very wrong with this island. But like any student, the mystic had no facts to back up any theories she may have. All she knew was that monsters exist and they wanted nothing more than to fuck her to submission. But despite this knowledge, the beautiful woman had been perfectly loyal and obedient even with the methods Vera used to get Clarice as her Prefect. Now the woman had returned to her again, ready to serve willingly.

Her Prefect leaned her flexible body back while remaining on her knees. Claire's head came to rest on the Head Girl's lap, leaving the woman's body arched with those lovely breasts standing proudly in the air. Vera could feel the emotions radiating from the woman's body. Her own emotions were welling up inside the Head Girl but she had far more discipline in hiding her emotions. Slowly, her fingers slid down the student's chest, groping and squeezing those exposed orbs before lightly pinching and twisting those hardened teats. "Good girl," she praised her Prefect, "Now don't move."

Slowly, Vera slipped off the bed and left the woman in her vulnerable position. She returned with a black blindfold which she tied around Claire's head to completely block her vision. The golden haired woman would have to rely on her other senses to figure out what was happening around her. Moving quietly, the Head Girl returned once more with a burning candle in hand. Claire would feel the bed sink slightly as the woman crawled back on. The warm glow of the candle only accentuated the woman's curves and voluptuous figure. Smirking slyly, Vera tipped the candle over her Prefect's body. Slowly, hot wax dripped down from the candle to land right on the woman's smooth stomach. There was a brief pause before another drop fell upon another part of Claire's fair skin. The wax would dry eventually but not before more drops fell, this time upon her hypersensitive orbs and even right on an erect nipple. Vera remained silent as she moved the candle, letting wax drip onto her exposed clitoris. Only then did she finally bring her fingers down and lightly flicked the dried wax off the more sensitive parts of her Prefect's body.

She felt she had gotten stronger since her absence, but in a way, she felt changed somehow. The woman bending over the bed would probably think twice on her first day at this school. But the anxiety building up in the blonde mystic told her to remain in place and trust this woman she had grown a kinship with. Their beginning was troublesome but now in light of all that, maybe Vera was... safety in a way.

"Ahh!" she was a bit jolted by the dominant woman's sudden twist and pinch of her nipples, biting her lip to restrain herself from rising. Her poor teats, already so sensitive, were just so big of targets for the woman to tease. Her body had yet to forget the orgasm she experienced, her dripping folds already begging for another taste of bliss. A light blush came to her face at the praise, but she was happy the woman approved out loud. It was hard not to be attentive to this woman and what she wanted. Looking up at the silver-haired beauty, she felt her arms tighten around the woman in unbridled trust.

And soon that trust would be tested. Slipping out from beneath, Clarice, Vera moves to begin a bit of play time with her Prefect. Nervous and anxious, the young student waited as the woman instructed, watching her leave, only to return quickly with a blindfold. For some reason she tenses at the sight of being blinded, a voice inside screaming at her of trouble. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but this felt like this has happened before...

Shaking her thoughts of the matter, she none the less allows Vera to slips the fabric over her head, blocking her view of everything and leaving her in complete darkness. What the woman could be planning she couldn't be sure, but she was certain something devious was going to happen to her hot body within moments. What she didn't count on was how hot this would truly turn out.

"Eek!" she squeals in surprise, feeling the dripping wax dance heatedly over her fair toned stomach, unsure what to exactly make of it at first, but with each drop she began to understand. Slowly the dripping wax started melding together with the hot contact, leaving trails of thick red drops over her once even skin. She swallows hard, unsure where the next one would come, but for some reason, she felt excited about it. After all the times she had been abused and sexually trained, this epitomized her travel to this point. Taking whatever Vera had to throw at her. Clarice was nothing but a shuddering, gasping, and sometimes squealing mess.

The drop to her teats elicited more of a pleasured tone from the bent woman, shuddering as the hot wax dried over her tender flesh, jolting when one drop landed directly on a sensitive nipple. Her breathing was erratic with feeling such heat and the imagery of how this must look to anyone who came upon the scene. It made her feel many things: heat, embarrassment, anxiety, confusion and above all arousal. As if Vera need to sense such an emotion when she could clearly see exposed lips dribbling sweet honey from within. Her reddened lips twitched every now and again while her tender pearl seemed to be begging for attention. The poor woman had no idea where the next drop would hit and when it did, did she ever feel how hot wax could be.

The drop onto her precious clit made her entire body jolt and arch in brief pain and heat. "Uhn!" She grits her teeth harshly as the dribble slides over her most tender area, incasing the poor sensitive nub in wax as she catches her breath from holding it. She wasn't sure how much she could take if the woman focused on such a tender spot. That didn't stop Vera from lightly flicking off the pieces of wax from her skin. The flick to her nipple sent shuddering pressure to her loins as Claire dared to wait to see what she do when she got back to her clit. The flick there made her entire body lurch immediately, her gaspful cry from finger brushing it so quickly about made her lose it but slowly she began to calm again. The Head Girl was being ruthless in her game and all the Prefect could do was lie and wait, feeling her legs slowly falls asleep from the position.