Her cheeks flush as Claire's warm tongue glides of her netherlips. Her entire body shivers with a mixture of sensations and emotions. She held back her sobs as she watched her lover obediently obey Natsuki's commands. It was like Clarice was slipping further and further away from her as those once bright eyes dull with a loss of will.

The witch did not know what to think, what to feel anymore. She wanted her lover back but that seemed impossible now. She wanted to scream for this to stop, to treat this woman like a human being. But they both knew what such protests and resistance would bring forth. Both women were afraid to speak for themselves for fear of harming the other.

Her hands shake as she holds her skirt up. Natsuki pushes her lover's head between her thighs. The soft tongue sent warm tingling sensations through her glistening slit. The witch tried to find something to look at. She wanted to look at anything but her lover being so submissive and meek before her. The only mercy she was allowed was the fact her shoes kept her from feeling the tears dripping from Claire's cheeks.

Despite this, her body grew heated to Claire's soft licks at her folds. Kanoe had long been trained to feel aroused to even the simplest of acts from her mistress. Her breathing grew deeper as she tries to follow where Natsuki had gone. Toes curl slowly as she remains standing in place, her skirt held up revealing her pale thighs to her lover.

Her eyes widen as she sees the mask Natsuki had brought. The mask was well made but it's purpose made her heart sink even lower. Everything about Claire was being muted, suppressed till the woman was nothing more than a doll. She nearly drew blood as her teeth sink into her bottom lip. Please, she thought. Please do not do this to her.

Now with her lover being nothing more than a dog, she turns her gaze away. Weak sobs left her lips, not daring to look at either of them.

She gurgles for a moment at being pushed into her lover's nether lips. She had long since dived into pleasuring Kanoe, but this... this felt like nothing more than a hollow attempt at reuniting her past to her soon to be future of what she most likely will have to do. it no doubt felt hollow to the dark witch, there was no warming moan or gasp from the blonde mystic's lips. There was just her tongue grazing over the woman's clit like a reluctantly obedient dog.

She was tired and exhausted mentally and of course physically. There was no way of fighting the woman’s commands, which only deemed in bringing her self-esteem to that of an odd girl in high school if not lower. There just wasn't a way of retaining any dignity and pride without hurting Kanoe. As much she was beginning to feel unfair about this, she couldn't very bring herself to causing the woman pain. That no doubt would make her feel lower then dirt for simple defiance.

She didn't even pay Natsuki any head as she seemed to disappear off her radar. Not that she much sense in the first place, but she was aware the woman had gone somewhere. She continued to pleasure Kanoe with her dimply lit eyes. One couldn't very well expect her to have a fighting spirit when she wasn't allowed to use it. It just felt like a cage and she was being continually prodded and picked at until she couldn't take it anymore. Natsuki didn't have much to prod before she completely loses her mind.

The powerful woman had to hold her head up with the utter dead weight in her neck. The prodding at her lips makes her reluctant to after so many problems of what happened after she swallowed something, but she had to abide by it. Her mouth opens and it sent a bitter tang into her body from the salty taste. Suddenly her mind and body came alive. It was almost like being forced to relive reality again. A clear viewer could see the bright glint in her eyes return, but they were a little less than happy of returning. Thinking clearly and being invigorated was another blow to her mind that she couldn't even escape into fantasy anymore.

The mask she had seen coming when it was in Natsuki's hands. Her eyesight was narrowed once more, concealing her pain from Kanoe, but the woman should certainly know it was there. The demeaning purpose of the mask did little to affect her this time. There was no real reason to feel bad when she already felt low anyways. Her very expressions were being ignored by Kanoe in an attempt to remain calm so concealing it only helped her a little. Not to say the mask felt incredibly uncomfortable now that her mouth was being stretched; the mere taste of metal makes her shudder as she continues to lick and pleasure her lover.

As a final act of emotional pain to her the growing amount of depression she would have later, her legs shake as she lifts her lower half for Natsuki. Her skirt was lifted to show its dripping appearance to the woman. Her entire body shook just from having her mouth stretched from the massive cock. There was no telling how her cunt, as lubricated as it was, would feel to such a size.

One thing she understood was that she should feel spiteful. The dreary emotions of putting the blame on someone was there, directly pointing to Kanoe for her lack of comfort. She knew it was simple emotions, however, refusing to regard Kanoe as the source of her aguish and misery. She could feel and see her emotions for what they're worth. She certainly didn't see any happiness from all this. Perhaps she was a love-sick fool to allow herself to be put in this position to keep close to Kanoe- she would admit she was one if someone asked her. But she would forever refuse that Kanoe had a wicked part inside towards her that would cause this to happen. Her love-sick mind rebuked any thoughts that may sprout to put Kanoe as the source. But then that only left confusion for Natsuki... she wasn't sure anymore of what to think of her.

But in a mixture of all this pain and misery she felt her weary body draw in such negative energies, forcing her to feel hardly a thing at this point. She had ehr chocies and desiscions, a normal person could've simply denied Natsuki what she wanted and Kanoe would possibly not think any less of her for doing so. But she promised her.... that she would do whatever it took to make her happy... and comfortable. Despite probably failing the first part of ehr promise she was ensuring this woman would not hurt Kanoe further for her own defiance. Clarice wondered if she should push the limits of her own sanity for the sake of being with the woman, but it was already done. ALl the sacrafices she made for Kanoe would be in vain if she turned away from it now. And ontop of that, it wasn't like Natsuki could take anymore from her then she already had.

Both women were trapped in their own hells. Claire was left in her darkness as the woman's empathy soaked in all the despair and negative feelings flowing out from Kanoe. The dark witch held her eyes shut as she kept her gaze averted from the sight before her. But none of those futile defenses could stop the sounds that were reaching her ears. Commanded to hold her skirt up, Kanoe could not cover her ears as soft moans and sobs kept coming from both women.

With her vision sealed, her other senses only grew more vivid as she felt every soft lick trailing up her dripping netherlips. Fingers gripped her skirt tighter as heat continued to build between her thighs. Every lick seemed to end with a tiny flick over her precious pearl sending more sparks flying into the fire within. Kanoe could not help herself as her mouth finally opened to let forth soft pants that quickly grew into moans. Being completely helpless while endlessly pleasured was something that drove her trained body wild. Her knees wobble and grew weak as the licks showed no signs of stopping. The poor witch did not even realize she was grinding her hips into her lovers covered face now.

Unable to fight her training, her mind continued to drift into the more pleasing feelings that she was encountering now. The sudden slurp of Natsuki's cock invading her lover's sex sent erotic images flowing though her thoughts. Memories of her training now included her lover as they both were bound together, their sex exposed as Natsuki fucks them both endlessly. The witch could not escape this torture. Her body swayed as the constant pounding ground Claire's face into her soaking cunt. The cries reached her but she was far too lost in her own cries of pleasure to break free from this reverie.

The utter smell of sex coming off Kanoe, herself, and Natsuki through her awakened body into a dense mist of overlapping emotions. It was coming to a point that the salts in her system weren't even fixing her mind to stay within the realms of the real world anymore. That didn't mean the throbbing sensations in her womb ceased from the tortures she had gone through. Her full mounds throbbed from the electrical static still coursing through her veins, almost painfully keeping her body wired until the electric currents in her body began to be used up. Such moist contact with Clarice may send more then fluttering thoughts through Kanoe and Natsuki.

Her arms shook beneath her weight as she continued to dab her tongue in and out of Kanoe's entrance. Whether by experience or by Natsuki's direction, her fogged mind didn't seem to miss a beat within driving Kanoe's senses ablaze with feelings of bliss. Her tongue seemed to be controlled by another, perhaps more able mind then the one holding Claire's body up. With her face still in the mask, Kanoe could see little of her expressions or lack there of if she ever dared to look beyond her raised skirt.

For a few seconds, the blonde mystic's mouth when vibrant with cries as Natsuki slid her long, thick cock into her already abused depths. Although after she shifted inside her dripping folds and even after Clarice began her licks again, it was obvious the woman was raining what little energy she had. Her mouth was needlessly pushed harder and harder into Kanoe's entrance, her tongue seemed to reach new depths and was almost within reach of dragging it across a very tender area. Kanoe's grinding hips only furthered her exploration and soon, Claire's tongue was just barely hitting the tender spot with the tip.

Now pleasure was erupting within Clarice to a point she could only gasp and cry out into her lover's folds. The weakening mystic could only grind her hips in response to Natsuki's rough actions. It was a plain lie to say Clarice was not enjoying being fucked by the woman or that she was even aware of her position anymore. It seemed the blonde had lost all sound judgement and even the salts keeping her body active could not stop her mind from shutting down once again into a slave that enjoyed anything and everything that was happening. Kanoe could feel the vibrant screams and cries of bliss into her pink folds. Her tongue seemed to go everywhere within her entrance, stroking hard and firmly across her tightening folds.

The slurping sounds of her own sex hitting Natsuki's pelvis was music to her foggy mind. The ripples and friction between her tightening walls and the powerful woman's cock was a glorious moment to feel. With no resistance to hold back on the very sensations she had once never thought to let go, Clarice was reaching her focal point soon. Every ripple, every feeling was building within her womb quickly and soon it would be too much for the little barriers holding it back. Yet even knowing this, Clarice did not slow down but in fact went faster on trying to make Kanoe cum before her. With so many things going on outside and inside her body, it was amazing to see her work quickly in trying to make her lover orgasm before she did. Perhaps it was the simple encouragement from Natsuki's quickening pace that got her going, but she certainly wasn't being as slow as she was before. Natsuki would begin to feel pressure and the tightness of her womb clamping over her rod, the rhythmic motions obviously giving away to the fact that she was reaching her point in bliss.

Natsuki's thrusts and her own bucking hips brought Claire's wonderful lips deep within Kanoe's dripping folds. Their morals and concious were quickly left behind as their primal urges drove each other into pleasuring the other and themselves in all ways possible. Each thrust of her hips brought her lover's tongue to new areas of her tender pink passage bringing forth a fresh new gasp of pleasure to her glistening form. The witch could feel what the rough muscle was reaching for. Her efforts doubled as she ground her hips into her lover's face until the very tip of the woman's tongue lightly brushed over her precious spot.

A cry left her lips as her knees wobble and nearly gave out from under her. The touch was brief but sent forth the wildest of sensations through her already tingling body. Her hips bucked harder, wishing to feel the sensation over and over as her tight passage contracted hungerly around Claire's invading tongue. Every little dab and dragging touch sent her insides fluttering with tension. The heat was rising and rushing into the very core of her being. Kanoe's mouth hung open as a thin thread of drool ran out of the corner. Her cries became weak and breathless, her body could not hold back any longer.

~Sing for me, little nightingale...~

What was instantaneous for others lasted an eternity for Kanoe. The words engraved in her that she could not ignore were spoken. Even in the most calm or the most chaotic of situations, she would hear the words clearly as if the rest of the world did not exist. Her heart seemed to have skipped a beat when every switch, every barrier of defense vanished before the incoming wave of bliss. It was as if the house that protected her suddenly had no walls or roof, leaving her exposed and helpless to the elements around her.

The command repeated countless times in her head while the real command repeated in the deepest recesses of her mind outside her concious thought. Everytime it repeated, another wave of pure unrelenting bliss washed over her mind, body, and soul. A command that could send her over the edge no matter her current condition was sending her to a realm beyond the edge, beyond climaxing as she knew it.

Tears of blissful happiness stream down Kanoe's cheeks as she gazed up into the ceiling. Her eyes were completely rolled back in her head, fluttering madly as the sensations crashed through her defenseless system. A faint gasp squeaks from throat as she opened her mouth to scream. The world as she knew it was gone as she cried out what she felt over and over again. "I love you, Nasuki!" she cried, "Aiiiiiiieeeeeeee! Uuuuuhhhnnnnnn! I... I love y-you s-so much... I love you, Natsuki! Ahhhhnnnnnn! I love you! Nngh! L-Love... You..."

Kanoe's body would not stop climaxing. Each blissful wave was met with another as the pure rush of heat seared her very soul. Her entire body shudders and spasms as her knees slowly gave. The dark witch slowly began to fall to her knees. Her fingers gripped her skirt so tightly that her knuckles turned white. As her body lowered, the top of skirt caught on the top of Claire's head. Not aware of anything beyond her climaxes and her love for Natsuki, Kanoe began to pull the woman's head down with her as she continues to squirt and flood her lover's face with her juices. She sat there in a growing puddle of her juices, completely unaware of anything else happening in the room.

Her body was more or less striving to keep itself afloat of cloud nine as Natsuki doubled her efforts. Her vaginal region was undoubtedly becoming sore from the constant abuse, but perhaps hurting was more a long the lines of blissful pain. As if she were caught between hell and heaven, Clarice's muffled cries into Kanoe's entrance screamed for relief. Her tongue became second nature in its efforts to bring her lover to climax. The tip was now constantly fluttering over the woman's snatch as the rougher edges dragged over sensitive areas. She could feel Kanoe's walls twitch with need and lust, fluttering signs of an impending climax was what kept her encouraged to do the woman long and hard.

She never once thought her punishment was over, but there was no denying her hope that it was. But hope and reality played with each other over her fogged mind at the moment. Her pelvis felt like it was simply beating on a wall while bruises formed in and outside her entrance. Her mounds bounced about in no particular direction, the simple soreness of their rapid movement also heavies on Claire's body. But for the fear of the unknown if she stopped, Clarice did not even think to groan in pain.

Eyes fluttered and rolled to the back of her head as the powerful woman drove her twitching rod in and out of her wet snatch. Nectar squirted from each thrust and onto the floor below, her hot mind briefly fluttering to images of passed rapes that got her juices going before this scene took place. Pleasure seemed to wrap around her waist while the throbbing pain slithered around her throat. Confusing as it was, she could feel her own climax approaching.

But the pleasure and her own fluttering thoughts ceased. Words echoed briefly to Clarice's flooded mind that struck her back into reality. But her body and mind were stunned as those wonderful words she always had loved to hear... were directed to the mighty woman still pumping her entrance. For brief moments, Clarice became rigid, as if stunned to hear such words fluttering so blissfully loud out of her mouth without hesitation between her repeats. Her world and her heart all seemed to just... come crashing down before her.

She gives a muffled gasp as her upper body was pulled down to floor level. Kanoe's climax came on hard and long into her open mouth, but her body fought to not make it as blissful as it should be. Her mind was shot and remained stunned from the words Kanoe had blissfully spoken moments ago. Her head uncomfortably on the floor with Kanoe's skirt still covering her head and the mask making most vision limited as well, Clarice couldn't help but begin to sob, even as Natsuki pounded at her dripping folds. Saying those three words to Natsuki had completely crushed Clarice's spirit for sacrificing herself for Kanoe. It just felt like... it was all in vain.

The countless months of training had taken their toll on the poor witch. Even her very emotions were Natsuki's to mold. Even after this was all done, she would not be able to look at her lover and say that her words were a lie. Her mind was mush before her mistress and she meant every confession she cried out as she continued to climax into her real lover's face.

Her own screams of pleasure seemed to rise as Natsuki's groans reached her ears. She knew the sound and knew what was happening behind her lover. But any worry or question was immediately seared away by the endless waves of pure soul numbing heat that was destroying her from the inside out. Kanoe came harder and harder. The command to cum repeated over and over in her head. She did not resist it. Deep down she wanted this feeling to overwhelm her. This level of bliss was quickly becoming just as addicting as the very seed that binds her to this powerful being before her. Her mind opened up and welcome the chaotic swirl of bliss that sucked every thought from her mind.

Then another command was spoken. In an instant, all the pleasure and bliss stopped. Her body twitched violently as if about to burst from holding back such an unrelenting force. Gasping for breath, the witch wrapped her arms around herself and began to sob loudly. The tears were a mixture of joy and pain. Whether this was due to her training or not, she found herself thankful for the experience Natsuki brought to her. But she was utterly crushed when she realized what she had done before her lover. This monster took their bond and used it to choke the very life from both of them.

"I'm so sorry... Cl-Clarice..." she whimpered so faintly it was doubtful even her lover heard. Natsuki's voice called for her attention. Gazing her lover for a moment, she kept her eyes lowered as she kneeled before Miss Saika. Her thighs were glistening, completely drenched in her nectar from the mind blowing climaxes she suffered. Her outfit stuck to her sweating body. She was an absolute mess with the heavy musk of sex about her.

Hearing Miss Saika's order, Kanoe raised her gaze slowly to see the glistening bowl of the addicting seed. She knew this was the final blow. Once she fed this to her lover, she would have no reason left to fight this being. They would be bonded to her and left to serve until deemed worthless. Tears ran down her cheeks as she nodded weakly. "Y-Yes... M-Miss Saika," she whimpered, "Thank you f-for... accepting my lover..."

The only relief was they were together. Even now with their bonds nearly sundered, they were still together. Even if it took forever, she would use the time provided to find a way to earn her lover's forgiveness for this night. Kanoe reached out and accepted the bowl. Her own stomach rumbled as she found herself gazing at the overflowing bowl of Natsuki's seed. It took much of her willpower to look away and not take a taste. Her hand shook as she lifted the spoon, dripping with white spunk and brought it to Claire's lips.

"Take it slow, Clarice," she said softly, holding back faint sobs, "Regain your strength..." She shuts her eyes, not wanting to see her lover be sealed in the same fate she was.

Everything moved extremely fast that Claire's poor mind split in two. Kanoe held her grip over her as she continued to cum messily into her awkwardly put mouth, tears mixing with her lover's juices and perhaps pooling beneath the dark witch to make such a sparkling display of liquids that gleamed with any light. But unlike the newly shaped puddle of the liquid, Claire could hardly see the beauty in which it formed.

Her slit ebbed with a numbing throb, but climax came any ways. It had only begun before the powerful woman that had mounted her drew out of her and Claire knew for a moment there was some of Miss Saika’s cum on her thighs. But she could hardly care, not even noticing the woman going on to do other things. And upon her moving off to do other business and some form of command made by her, Kanoe’s cum ceased immediately. It gave a clear sign of the woman’s power over the dark witch to make her stop such involuntary spasms. That didn’t help make her feel any better.

The shivering blonde struggles to her hands and sits un-lady like with her thighs outstretched beneath her as she holds herself up. She seemed slow for it took seconds for her to just finally want this disgusting mask off of her. Unclipping it was easy, revealing her sniveling self before Kanoe was another. She simply undoes it and lets it fall off as if she were too slow to even attempt to catch it. Eyes were red and puffy from her sobs. Perhaps it was Kanoe’s nectar or her drool dribbling down her mouth, Clarice didn’t even care enough to lift a hand to wipe it off.

She felt so betrayed by Kanoe’s outburst of love that it just broke her heart. And she said it in the midst of having Clarice make love to her. But yet… she felt no warm hug no sympathy or even a fully heard apology from Kanoe…

Her lower body was soaked in her own juices and perhaps some of Natsuki’s. The mask had sustained most of Kanoe’s climaxing damage when it came to being soaked. Her mind had all but gone and there seemed no one at home as Natsuki spoke commands to Kanoe about some form of broth. Sadly, it didn’t matter to her if she served ten Natsuki’s or some form of other monsters at once. What was supposed to hold her up was Kanoe’s words of love to just her… her alone. What did she have to hold onto now? And after all her sacrifices… her pain and devotion to Kanoe… she was given nothing in return for it except a whispered apology.

She could blame herself for not walking away from all this while she had the chance. She would’ve found some way to be with Kanoe in the end whether the powerful woman wanted it or not. But now there was nothing for her to hold onto. And as a last blow to her mind and body, Kanoe kneeled in front of her with some broth. She had no doubt that this concoction would be the final nail in her coffin. It was a pity the only person showing actual affection and kindness was the one that was binding her as a servant. Whether or not it was Natsuki’s twisting finger around her heart or some form of side effect of the many drugs she had taken… Natsuki seemed much more pleasant then before.

Her head was lowered, but the spoon to her lips raised it so that she could better inspect the broth. Unconsciously did she smack her lips and lick the inside of her mouth like there was a bad taste she had to get rid of. That mask had certainly made her face throb from its nuisance.

She didn’t say a word as she opened her mouth and took in the spoonful thusly. The taste she could care less about, but it was some form of tugging feeling she got as it went down her throat that made her groan softly. Her vigor and inner strength had been depleted, no matter how much drug usage Natsuki or Kanoe gave to her. Spoonful after spoonful, she felt weak in the knees. Clarice did seem to be rather hydrated given her tears falling so abundantly and quickly. She could almost forget to swallow some times if a spoon didn’t continue to prod her mouth open. She asked herself softly as she was continuously fed Natsuki’s addicting seed… if she would ever be alright again.

Kanoe stared at the blank eyes of her lover. This was the woman she relied on for strength and hope. But now she was reduced to this. She knew that look well. Clarice should be thankful she did not resist further. The dark witch was much more rebellious and it costed her dearly. The tortures and punishments she suffered paled in comparison. But none of that was done by her own lover.

She reached out with her other hand and wiped away what drool and juices she could. Fingers lightly brush away Claire's hair as she continued to feed the woman with spoonfuls of Nastuki's seed. Her lover would go through many changes. Claire's body would reach an unnatural perfection and beauty much like her own. Sadly it came with the price of their wills and souls.

Once the bowl was empty, Natsuki dismissed them both. It was over, finally over. The mention of cleaning the bowl and floor with her tongue caused her stomach to rumble. The lowly act did not matter. She took all chances she could to feed her addiction in exchange for her pride.

"Yes Miss Saika," she replied meekly, "Thank you Miss Saika. I will ensure my lover becomes just as loyal a servant as I am to you." With that she gently hugged her lover. "I will be just a moment, Clarice," she whispered. Her voice was still quaking. She could only hope her lover would recover from this. The witch had much to explain for and hope for her forgiveness.

Bending over, she lapped up at the threads of semen on the glass floor. Every lick made her hunger for more as she moved to lick the entire floor clean. Her mouth was dry but she continued to clean as per Miss Saika's instructions. Kanoe then moved to the bowl, licking till not a single drop of the white spunk was left. Only then did she return to her lover.

She leaned over and wrapped one of Claire's arms over her shoulders. Guiding the woman to her feet, the two slowly walked out of the dungeon and proceeded to make the long trek back to their dorms.

"I... I know I have hurt you more than I ever could..." she said softly, not sure Claire was even listening, "I don't expect you to forgive me. To explain would only reveal how much she has crushed me. I... I can't fight her... We can't fight her. If I refuse her, she will hurt you even more than I did. I'm sorry Claire. I did not want this to happen to you. I am so sorry..." She sobbed quietly as tears ran down her cheeks. Her own legs felt numb after the climaxes she suffered. Her body ached. She just wanted to clean her lover up and let the woman rest for once. She did enough damage to their bond for one night.

Being dismissed would normally be something Clarice would be more then happy to abide by. But the statement was given little reaction except a lifting head that looked or perhaps glanced at the sitting woman before she turns away from her. She couldn't help but continue to cry after all that has happened. From being in such a cold well and unable to swim... to be being beaten and bruised by her own lover, to be electrocuted in the most tenderness of areas, to force herself to have please Kanoe and Natsuki right after that... it was no wonder Claire hadn't collapsed or somehow lost her senses of being right minded. And after such heart-ache of hearing Kanoe’s confession, it had just been too much for her to stay with the two of them in reality.

She had been strong for Kanoe, not caring whether or not a monster took her again and again for the sake of keeping Kanoe her same old self. And honestly, she could’ve cared less if all this had been done by Natsuki’s hand. She would have someone to truly hate for it. But the woman was cunning. Forcing Kanoe to enforce her punishment had been a blind ‘coldcock’ to her stomach. Although she had no other choice… couldn’t there have been some form of salvation?

She didn’t even react as her face was brushed of its blemishes. She would be alright physically, but mentally it was an unsure moment for Kanoe to guess if she would ever be alright. It must’ve felt like hugging a metal pole for Kanoe; Clarice didn’t even make a move to hug back.

Her stomach proceeded to lurch and turn with Natsuki’s seed inside. The whole ordeal had made her sick to her stomach and the only sustenance was what she was just fed. She shivers uncontrollably as she watched Kanoe gets down to floor level and licks the few drops that had fallen from. The scene made her want to lurch so in order to keep Miss Saika’s seed down she turns her head to avoid looking at what was going on in front of her. Her expression still monotone, she kept her head turned until a hand gently grabs her and lifts one of her arms over.

Feeling herself lift, she groans softly in pain as her throbbing thighs rub together, further agitating what bruising she had acquired from the rough sex. Her legs shook as if she gained a considerable amount of pounds that her legs were unable to grow accustomed too. But she steps, however light they were as she leans into Kanoe for support as they began to make their way to their dorm… their sweet, but still unsafe dorm. They were never safe their in their dorm. No matter where they went there was no haven for them. In order for Clarice to fully recover, she would need time. And judging by Natsuki’s demands, that was the exact opposite of what she needed to get.

There was only so much abuse anyone could take after all. It was inevitable that four years was just too long for anyone to recuperate from such abuse.

Kanoe’s words were meant to make her feel better, but they did nothing of the sort. It only made her more prone to lurching as they finally got to their room. But upon entering her stomach churned like someone was continuously punching her and shoving the fist into her belly. She smacked her lips, obviously growing uncomfortable standing and leaning into Kanoe in such a way.

Claire would not even respond to her. Her lover was dead to the world and she was to blame. Kanoe unlocked the door and helped the woman into the shower. She peeled off Claire's soiled outfit before doing the same to her own. The silver and gold clasps came off next as she helped undo her lover's braid before her own. Soon a light steam flowed from the shower as she guides the woman in.

The witch focused on cleaning her lover. She let the heated waters soak into Claire's beaten and exhausted form. Kanoe tenderly ran soap and a washcloth over the woman, doing her best to wash away the sweat and juices while avoiding causing the woman any further pain. She wanted to say something, anything to help her lover feel better but nothing came to mind.

After cleaning off Claire, she would guide the woman out and dry her off. She slips a bathrobe over the woman's shoulders and squeezes them gently. "I will finish cleaning off. Try and get some rest. I will deal with cleaning the dresses after I am done here." Kanoe wanted to keep apologizing but she knew it would not help at this point. After making sure her lover was not going to just collapse, she returned to the shower to clean off her own night's events. Only after she was done did she enter the bedroom with a nightgown on and holding both clasps. She sets the gold on Claire's nightstand and the silver on her own. She sat down on the bed, unsure what to say or do anymore.