what have I done

It didn't hurt. It didn't hurt at all. It was strange, at first, that hot and metallic flood against her lips and tongue, but a moment later and that didn't even matter. Ecstasy crackled along nerve endings all but fried from the Voice's ministrations, and Isla relaxed completely into it, thirsty and desperate for more. The evening had been a nightmare from which she would never awaken, but this... If there was still this to have, maybe it wouldn't be so bad. Distantly she heard Remi's groan of pleasure, storing their reactions away for later scientific analysis, but for now? Now she just wanted more. Drawing deeply from his wrist, her grip on his hand tightened to keep him close, and she all but slumped against his lap, turning to lean her cheek against his inner thigh with his wrist still pressed to her mouth. Only after a startling moment of clarity did she think to release him and come up for proverbial air, her blue eyes glazed, her lips painted red. She had no idea how much she'd taken, too senseless still to ask. ISLA Hush now, I'm here