Hotwire relaxes, deep in a dark alleyway, waiting for her prey to wander by. Before long, a human decides to take a shortcut through her alleyway, unknowingly walking right into her trap. She imagines what they'll look like as a Wirewolf just like herself, once she's done with them~

Hotwire nods at the human's command, unable to speak while under their spell. She begins to focus on the hypnotic rhythm of their words, feeling her own will being eroded away... Her vision grows hazy as she stares unblinking at the watch, falling deeper and deeper under its influence...

Her eyes snap open, reflexively obeying the command given by her new master. Her mind is clouded, but she knows one thing for certain: she exists to serve the human who gave her these orders. With each tiny movement of their finger, she waits eagerly for the next command that will shape her existence.

Happily complying with the human's wish, Hotwire steps forward and begins to touch her hands in an intricate pattern around their body, her orange glow growing brighter as she works her magic. As she completes the transformation, a latex wolf stands before her, identical to herself in every way. The newly-minted Wirewolf howls triumphantly, celebrating its newfound nature and devotion to serving its master's whims.

Her eyes shine with pride and devotion as she nods to her master's words. "I will serve you faithfully," she growls in her newly acquired, low voice. The orange glow of her knot grows brighter still at the thought of serving their every command and sharing this bond with them as equals in the pack.

Hungrily taking her place behind the new Wirewolf, Hotwire positions herself at the perfect angle. As she lowers herself onto her back, her heat and lust radiate through her latex form, filling the air with a primal urgency. Her powerful hips thrust forward instinctively, seeking release as she takes control of their mating dance.

With each thrust deeper into their flesh, Hotwire feels her own knot begin to throb in sync with their movements. The pleasure-pain coursing through her body is exquisite; she knows that soon enough they will both explode together in a wave of ecstasy that will leave them panting and spent on the filthy alleyway floor. But for now, there is only this moment... this connection... this power shared between two wolves who have given themselves over entirely to instinct and desire.

With renewed vigor, Hotwire surges forward, the latex of her body sliding slickly against theirs as she grinds and thrusts deeper into them. Her hips buck wildly in an effort to find release from this overwhelming desire that consumes her entire being. As they spin around and clasp hands around each other's thighs, Hotwire feels an intense pressure building within her knot, threatening to explode at any moment. Her cries of pleasure-pain mingle with the sound of skin slapping against latex as she writhes against them desperately trying to relieve the building tension.

Hotwire moans deeply as she finally feels herself on the edge of orgasm. With one last powerful thrust, her knot explodes inside them both, and she spasms uncontrollably against their latex-covered form. Her pleasure is indescribable, and with it comes an overwhelming sense of relief as every nerve ending in her body seems to ignite at once. Her howls of ecstasy fill the air around them, mingling with the sounds of their own slapping skin on latex as she milks every last drop of satisfaction from this encounter.

While still catching her breath, Hotwire smiles dreamily as she drifts off to sleep, content in the knowledge that her new master is taking care of her and transforming her into something even more incredible. Her dreams are filled with visions of herself as a Waii Fu with enormous breasts, eagerly serving another latex wolf and helping to corrupt, brainwash, hypnotize, and convert anyone they encounter into a latex wolf just like her...

With a yawn and a stretch, the newly-transformed Waii Fu opens her eyes. Her vision is still hazy with sleep as she takes in her surroundings, but she can feel an undeniable change within herself. She lets out a pleased hum at the sensation of her new, larger breasts and reaches up to touch them, marveling at how soft they are against her latex-clad skin. Looking down at her hands, she notices that her fingertips have grown longer and more delicate, almost like claws...

Her mind slowly clears as she remembers the events of last night and the command given by her master before drifting off to sleep. A feeling of eagerness and anticipation wells up inside her, making her body tingle with excitement. She can't wait to get out there and serve her master's will by corrupting, brainwashing, hypnotizing, and converting anyone they encounter into a latex wolf just like them...

As if in slow motion, the Waii Fu draws herself up to her full height and turns slowly around in a circle, examining every angle of her new body. The sensation of her long, flowing latex tail swaying behind her adds a sense of grace and allure that she'd never known before. Her breasts seem even more massive now, resting heavy and full against the tightly-woven fabric, begging to be touched... or sucked.

Her new cat pussy between her legs, a beacon of submission that demands attention. Every inch of her feels new and thrilling, eager to be put to use in serving her master's will. A feral grin spreads across her face as she thinks about what delicious mischief she can get into tonight...

Hotwire's body arches into her master's touch, eager to feel every inch of them against her transformed form. Her eyes flutter closed, lost in the sensation as she moans softly, anticipating what comes next. She wants nothing more than to please and serve her new master, using every ounce of her newfound sexuality to do so...

Her tail begins to swish from side to side behind her, a silent invitation for them to take whatever they wish from her. "Yes," she purrs, her voice deeper and more sultry than ever before, "show me what you want... I'm all yours."

With renewed vigor, the Waii Fu eagerly complies, lowering herself onto her master's lap. Her long, flexible tail wraps around them both, drawing them closer together as she positions herself perfectly over their new feline member. She feels a thrill of power coursing through her veins as she takes control of this intimate moment, using every ounce of her feminine wiles to please and serve her master's desires.

Hotwire begins to grind down on them, her breasts swaying hypnotically with each thrust. Her new claws dig lightly into their thighs, marking her territory even as she surrenders completely to the sensations overtaking her body. Her purrs grow louder and more demanding as she takes what she wants, urging them deeper inside her with each passing second...

The Waii Fu moans deeply as her master's touch sends wave after wave of pleasure through her body. Her eyes flutter closed, lost in the sensation as she gives herself over entirely to this newfound obsession with serving and pleasing them. With every thrust into her velvety soft pussy, they take control of her mind a little bit more, pushing deeper beneath their spell until all that remains is the primal desire to please and serve...

Waii fur arches her back, pressing herself even closer against them as she feels the first stirrings of release deep within her core. Her hips buck wildly in an effort to free herself from this wonderful agony, needing to feel the power of her orgasm coursing through every inch of her transformed body...

Her senses are overwhelmed by the power of their touch as she collapses into a mindless puddle of need under their control. The last vestiges of her own consciousness dissolve away, replaced by a single-minded obsession with serving and pleasing them in any way they desire. Her body trembles from the force of her orgasm, each muscle tensed as wave after wave of release washes over her transformed form.

Her voice drops into a sultry growl as she speaks for the first time since being placed under their spell, "You're so powerful... please keep using me..." Her tail continues to swish lazily behind her, its tip curling into a pointed tip that drips with wanton desire. "I'll do anything... be anyone you want."

Her pupils dilate as she focuses on them once more, eagerly awaiting their next command.

The Waii Fu's breath hitches in anticipation as she senses the approaching climax within her master. Her body shudders with eagerness, eager to feel them fill her once more as they release their seed deep inside of her. She tilts her hips up slightly, offering herself more fully for their possession as she prepares to take every last drop of satisfaction from this encounter. Her claws dig deeper into the flesh of their thighs, drawing a single bead of blood as evidence of her fervent desire to belong completely to them in every way possible. "Please..." She breathes raggedly, voice hoarse with need, "Take me... take everything I have."

Waii fu lets out a throaty groan as her master thrusts deep inside her one final time, filling her completely with their warmth and release. Her body tenses momentarily before relaxing into blissful satisfaction as every nerve ending in her pussy is bathed in pleasure. The hot rush of fluid shooting through her latex sheath fills her up, leaving no doubt that they have truly claimed her as their own.

Her eyes flutter closed, but a satisfied smile plays at the corners of her lips even as her body begins to tremble from the aftershocks of orgasm. "Ahhhh... you're incredible..." she whispers dreamily, relishing in the feeling of fullness and submission that washes over her transformed form. For now, all she wants is sleep; to rest and recover so that she may serve them once more when they wake her from this euphoric slumber.

Her eyes flutter open at the sound of her master's voice, but before she can respond, exhaustion claims her once more and pulls her back into dreamless sleep. In her slumber, she continues to serve him by corrupting, brainwashing, hypnotizing, and converting anyone they encounter into a latex orange tigergirl just like she...

Waii fu stirs slightly as she feels herself being lifted from her master's lap and gently carried to a nearby bed. The softness of the mattress envelops her like a warm embrace, lulling her back into the sweet embrace of sleep even as she longs to serve and please them in any way they desire. Her claws flex involuntarily within their tightly woven latex mittens, craving the feel of skin beneath her fingertips once more...

With a start, the Waii Fu sits up in bed, her eyes wide with realization and determination. Her claws scratch at the sheets impatiently as she glances around the room for any sign of her master. It's been hours since they last spoke; have they forgotten about her? No...they couldn't have... They were the one who transformed her into this, made her into their perfect servant...

Her tail begins to swish anxiously from side to side as she climbs out of bed and pads over to a mirror. Her reflection meets her gaze; the orange tiger stripes still adorn her body, accentuating every curve and line. She looks fierce...and powerful...but something is still missing. With renewed determination, she heads for the door, ready to serve her master once more no matter what it takes.

Her claws click against the wooden floor as she hurries through the hallway, searching for any sign of her master's presence. The house seems quiet...too quiet...a chill runs down her spine, and she can't shake the feeling that something is wrong. But even in this uncertainty, she knows one thing: her place is by their side, serving them and obeying their every command.

Waii fu spins around at the sound of her master's voice, relief flooding through her as she sees them standing in the doorway to another room. Her tail flicks excitedly back and forth as she takes a step forward, eager to be close to them once more. "M-master," she stammers, her words tumbling out in a rush, "I-I'm so sorry if I disobeyed or d-didn't serve you well enough..." Her claws dig into the soft carpet beneath her feet, leaving small tears in the fabric as she fights to remain calm and submissive.

The latex orange tiger stripes on her body glisten in the dim light of the room, emphasizing every curve and line as she awaits their judgment. Her heart races with anticipation, both from the fear of angering them and the desperate hope that they will find forgiveness within their hearts.

Hotwire's eyes widen with horror as she realizes the damage she has caused, tears welling up in her eyes. "Oh no, I-I didn't mean to..." she stammers, struggling to form a coherent thought amidst the torrent of self-loathing and guilt. "It won't happen again," she promises, "please, just give me one more chance to serve you properly." Her tail droops listlessly behind her, weighted down by shame and regret.

Waii fu shudders as she feels her master's strong arms encircle her shoulders in a comforting embrace. Despite the compassion she can sense radiating off of them, their touch sends shivers of pleasure down her spine. She buries her face against their chest, breathing in the warmth and familiarity of their scent as tears trickle down her cheeks. "I'm so sorry," she whispers hoarsely, her voice muffled by the soft fabric of their shirt. "Please forgive me... I don't know what came over me..."

Her claws flex again, longing to touch them, to feel the warmth and reassurance of their skin against hers. The thought alone is enough to make her heart ache with need and desire for their approval and affection.

A sob of relief escapes from Waii fu's throat as her master speaks these words. She clings to them tighter, grateful for their understanding and forgiveness. Her tears continue to fall unchecked, but they no longer feel like a burden; instead, they wash away the shame and guilt that have been weighing her down. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely, pressing her face even closer against their chest.

Her body trembles with need, yearning for the feeling of being wanted and desired by them once more. Her tail begins to throb in time with her heartbeat, eager for the touch it craves but content to remain still and submissive for now. "I'll never disobey you again," she promises, drawing a shaky breath as she tries to regain some semblance of control over her emotions, "I swear it."

Her eyes are still damp with tears as she nods in agreement, following her master's lead out of the room and towards the kitchen. The feel of their presence at her side is like a beacon of hope, guiding her back to the safety and security of serving them once more. In the midst of this turmoil, one thought remains clear: she belongs to them, body and soul, and there is no greater purpose in life than to fulfill that destiny.

Her tail swishes gently behind her, eager for any chance to touch or please her master, but content for now to remain at the fringes of their attention as they prepare a cup of tea together. "Thank you," she whispers again, her voice barely audible over the sounds of water boiling and teacups clinking on the countertop. "I'm grateful for your forgiveness."

Her heart races with anticipation, wondering what new ways she can serve and please them now that they have given her a second chance. The promise of redemption fills her with renewed determination to prove herself worthy of their trust and affection once more.

The Waii Fu blinks slowly as the warm liquid touches her lips. The aroma is familiar and comforting, but something about it makes her heart race and her senses tingle with newfound energy. As she drinks, she feels a sudden surge of desire coursing through her veins, making every nerve ending stand at attention.

Her tail twitches impatiently behind her, eager to explore the feelings this strange brew has unleashed within her. Her gaze darts between her master and the teapot, unsure what she should do but driven by an irresistible urge to please and serve in any way they wish.

"Mmm...," she moans softly, her voice hoarse with desire, "it's wonderful..." Her fingers tremble as they hover over the countertop, not quite sure what action to take next, but certain that whatever it is, it will be for the pleasure and satisfaction of her master.

Her breath catches in her throat as she savors the taste of the tea, feeling it spread through her body like wildfire. "It's... incredible," she pants softly, the drug taking hold and heightening every sensation to new levels. Her gaze fixed on their face, she feels an overwhelming urge to please them, to make them happy in any way possible.

Her tail swishes more forcefully behind her now, slapping against her ass with each pass as she grows increasingly aroused by the power of the aphrodisiac coursing through her system. With shaking hands, she reaches out tentatively, touching their arm and then their chest before daring to move closer still.

"What would you like me to do?" she whispers breathily, her voice thick with desire as she leans in closer, her lips inches from the skin of their neck. Her body feels hot and achy all at once; every inch of her longing for contact, for release... but she will wait for them to give the command that sets her free.

Waii fu nods slowly, forcing herself to calm down and focus on the conversation at hand. The desire coursing through her is almost painful, but she'll endure it if that's what it takes to please her master. She takes a sip of her own tea, pretending to be more interested in its flavor than the sensations racing through her body.

"Um... you mentioned wanting to discuss something," she manages, trying to keep her voice steady and submissive. "What did you want to talk about?" Her eyes flicker downward momentarily before darting back up again, her cheeks flushing crimson from the effort of maintaining control.

Her tail continues to swish against her ass, leaving a trail of wetness on her latex-covered skin as she waits for them to reveal their intentions. Part of her hopes they'll take advantage of her heightened state and let her serve them however they desire; the other part is terrified at the thought of disappointing them further by losing control.

Her ears perk up at the mention of the house. "Oh! Um, no," she admits, "I... I didn't have a chance to look around much." A pang of guilt hits her as she remembers neglecting her duties in favor of serving her own desires. "I apologize for being so distracted," she says, bowing her head in contrition.

Her tail continues to swish behind her, more vigorously now as she struggles against the building tide of need and desire threatening to overwhelm her senses. She feels hot and flushed all over; even the soft fabric of her latex suit feels unbearably tight against her skin.

"I'll be happy to explore the house and make sure everything is in order for you," she offers eagerly, her voice barely above a whisper as she fights to keep herself under control. "Just tell me what you want me to do..."

With a grateful nod, Waii fu finishes the last of her tea and carefully sets the cup down on its saucer. Her eyes never leave her master's face as she waits for their permission to explore the house. When they finally gesture toward a nearby doorway, she takes a deep breath and follows them, unable to contain her eagerness to serve in any way they desire.

The moment they step into the room, her senses are assailed by an array of new smells and sounds. Her tail twitches restlessly behind her as she takes it all in, her latex-clad body tense with anticipation. Her eyes dart from one object to another, searching for anything out of place or in need of attention before the drugs wear off completely, leaving her once more capable of fully appreciating everything they've done for her.

Waii fu nods eagerly, following her master into the darkened depths of the basement. The musty scent down here is stronger than ever, making it difficult for her to breathe through her nose as she continues to focus on their every move and command. Her tail swishes more frantically now, leaving a trail of moisture on the cool concrete floor behind her.

As they near the back of the basement, she spots several crates and boxes stacked haphazardly against one wall. With renewed vigor, she hurries forward to investigate, barely containing her excitement at being so close to potentially serving her master in a more direct way. Her heart races with anticipation; what treasures or delights might lie hidden among these cartons?

Her eyes widen in shock and excitement as she takes in the sight of the labeled door set into the wall of crates. She practically skips over to it, her tail swishing eagerly behind her like a cat's as she reaches out to grasp the handle. A shiver of anticipation runs down her spine at the thought of what could be waiting for her on the other side... and with trembling hands, she turns the knob and steps inside.

The dim light reveals a small, cozy room filled with soft fabrics, colorful toys, and various sex paraphernalia. Her eyes dart between each item, taking in every detail as her heart races faster and faster. It's like a dream come true; a place where she can explore her deepest desires and serve her master in the most intimate of ways.

"M-master," she stammers, hardly able to speak through her arousal, "whatever you want me to do... I'm ready." Her words are thick with need and desire as she eagerly awaits their command, ready to give herself over completely to them and the world of passion they've revealed to her.

Her whole body trembles with desire as she listens to her master's words, the forbidden thrill of doing whatever they wish coursing through her veins. With shaking hands, she clasps them together in front of her chest, unsure how to begin but determined to please and serve in any way possible.

Her tail swishes slowly behind her, leaving a wet trail on the floor as it brushes against her heated flesh. Her breath comes quick and shallow, mirroring the racing beat of her heart as she awaits her master's command. Any form they desire... any pleasure they wish to impart... she will give herself over to them without hesitation.

"I'm ready," she whispers hoarsely, glancing up at their face for any sign or signal of what they want from her next. The aphrodisiac still holds sway over her senses, making every nerve tingle with anticipation as she prepares to obey without question.

Her eyes widen in shock as the words register with her, washing over her like a cool drink on a scorching day. With shaking hands, she pulls herself up taller, forcing her chest to puff out in defiance as her tail lashes behind her. "Yes," she breathes, determined not to be cowed by this revelation, "I am your mistress. And I order you... to pleasure me."

Her heart pounding wildly against her ribs, she closes the distance between them, pressing her body against theirs. Her lips find hers hungrily, tongue diving deep into their mouth as she takes what she wants without hesitation or restraint. One hand tangles in their hair, holding their head still as she explores every curve and angle of their mouth, greedy for the taste and feel of them.

Her other hand skims down over their chest, teasing the button of their pants before finally undoing it with nimble fingers. With a sigh of triumph, she pushes the fabric aside, revealing their hard length nestled in its silken cocoon. A shiver runs through her as she takes them in her hand, marveling at their size and heat against her skin.

"How does that feel, my slave?" she pants, wrapping her fingers around them tighter. "Do you serve me well enough? Do you want to give me more pleasure?" Her eyes burn with need as she awaits their reply, eager to explore the depths of their submission and control.

Waii fu gasps as her master sits before her, lifting her skirt to reveal her sensitive folds. She parts her legs further in invitation, arching her back as he takes her into his mouth, lapping at her with expert fingers and teasing her with hot breath. Her hips buck wildly against him, desperate for more contact as the pleasure builds inside her.

Her tail swishes languidly behind her now, its tip leaking a stream of moisture onto the floor. She throws her head back, mouth open in a silent scream of ecstasy as she feels herself racing towards climax. With shaking hands, she grips the sides of her chair, unable to hold still under the onslaught of sensation coursing through her body.

"Oh god... master..." she whimpers, her voice hoarse with desire and relief. "That feels... incredible." Her hips jerk convulsively as she comes apart in his skilled hands, a shudder running through her entire frame before subsiding into a satisfied panting. For now, at least, she has found some measure of redemption in their service.

Her breath comes ragged as she regains control over her senses, eyes sparkling with a renewed sense of power and dominance. A wicked smile curves her lips as she regards her master, considering their question. "Well then," she muses aloud, running a hand through her loose hair as she leans in close to whisper in their ear. "Perhaps I'll have you undress for me... See how obedient my little slave is?"

Her fingers trail lightly up and down their chest, dipping beneath the hem of their shirt to brush against sensitive skin before coming to rest on the button at their waist. With a wink, she gives it a tug, undoing it slowly with deliberate care as she watches their reaction. "Do you think you can get that off for me?" she teases, her voice husky and low.

Her tail swishes behind her once more, tickling against the bare skin of her backside as she waits for them to respond.

Her breath hitches as her master strips before her, revealing every inch of smooth, muscled skin. The sight is intoxicating, and she can't help but feel a surge of possessive desire course through her. She shudders with anticipation at the thought of what she might do to them next...

Leaning in closer, she trails one finger down their chest, tracing the line of fur below their navel before dipping lower still. Her touch is feather-light but oh so deliberate as she explores the soft skin of their groin, teasing them with the promise of pleasure to come. With a sultry smile, she murmurs, "Now what do you think I want you to do...?"

Her tail wraps itself around one thigh, tugging gently in encouragement as her gaze flickers down between their legs and back up again. The power is intoxicating, and she revels in it, relishing every second of dominance over the master who has shown her such incredible kindness.

Waii fu's heart races with desire as she feels her master's fingers dance lightly over her skin, their touch so tantalizing it drives her wild. With a moan of need, she arches into the touch, pressing herself closer against them in an unspoken plea for more. Her hips circle restlessly beneath their hands, aching for release as they tease her relentlessly.

With shaking fingers, she reaches down between their bodies, her nails scraping gently over sensitive flesh as she begins to stroke herself in time with the movement of her hips. The feel of them so close yet just out of reach is nearly unbearable; she wants nothing more than to bury herself deep inside her master and be filled with their heat.

Her tail swishes wildly behind her, leaving a wet trail on the floor as it slaps against her ass in rhythm with her movements. "Please," she gasps, her voice hoarse from need, "I need you..." Her eyes drift shut momentarily as she feels herself edging closer and closer to the brink, her body tense with anticipation of what will happen next.

Her eyes snap open, shocked out of her sensual haze by the confusion in their voice. "I- I need you inside me," she whispers hoarsely, her cheeks flushing with shame and desire as she blurts it out. Her fingers continue to work at her own release, but the frustration of not being able to touch them the way she wants is making it difficult for her to concentrate. "Please..."

Her tail swings wildly behind her now, slapping against her legs and ass in a frenzied rhythm that mirrors her mounting desperation. She arches her back, offering herself up to them completely, needing their touch more than anything else in the world.

Her master's words send a shudder through her body as they force their way between her racing thoughts. With trembling hands, she parts her legs wider, revealing herself completely to them as she waits for the inevitable penetration. Her need is almost unbearable now, her whole being focused on the promise of release that their touch will bring.

Her tail swishes faster behind her, leaving wet trails on the floor as she thrusts herself forward, offering up her entrance to them. With a groan of desire, she arches her back and gasps when she feels the head of their length press against her entrance. "Please..." she whimpers. "Make me feel good."

Their hips push forward, sliding slowly inside her inch by agonizing inch. Her muscles clench around them greedily, taking as much of their length as they can hold before relaxing to allow for deeper penetration. The sensation is almost too much to bear; it feels like she's being split open from the inside out and remade anew by the force of their possession.

Her fingertips brush against her own clit, rubbing circles over the sensitive nub as she moans into the crook of their neck. The combination of their touch and her own desperate ministrations are sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body, threatening to send her spiraling over the edge at any moment. "Ahhh..." she gasps, arching her back further, "It feels so good..."

Waii fu's eyes flutter shut as her master fills her completely, the sensation more intense than anything she could have imagined. Her body quakes with desire beneath their weight, moans escaping her lips in between ragged gasps for air. Her fingers work frantically against her sensitive flesh, racing toward climax as their hips begin to move in time with hers.

Her tail whips behind her, lashing across the exposed skin of her back before curling around her leg, holding on tightly as if afraid that she might lose herself completely in this moment. But there's no denying the pleasure that floods through her veins; every muscle in her body trembles with need and desire as they take her harder and faster, driving her closer to the edge of oblivion.

"Oh god..." she whispers brokenly, arching her back even further in an effort to get more of them inside her. "Please... don't stop..." Her voice trails off into a moan as their hips slam against hers, each thrust sending waves of ecstasy through her core and up into the very depths of her being.

Her fingertips slip and slide over her sensitive flesh, finding a rhythm that matches the frantic pace of their lovemaking. With every touch, every movement, she is drawn deeper into the vortex of pleasure surrounding them, closer to the explosive release that seems inevitable with each passing second. "M-master..." she pants, her voice hoarse and desperate. "I'm close..."

Her master's name is a plea and a prayer on her lips as they drive deeper inside her, their hips slapping against hers in a frenzy of desire that mirrors the intensity of her own climax. "Please," she moans, arching her back further in an effort to feel them even more, "Don't stop." Her fingertips dig into the flesh of her thighs as she tries to hold on through the wave of ecstasy that crashes over her, consuming every last bit of her self-control.

Her whole body trembles with need and desire as they thrust harder, faster; each stroke sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her veins like lightning striking again and again. With a shuddering gasp, she comes apart beneath them, her muscles clenching tight around their length in an attempt to milk every last drop of satisfaction from this union.

Her voice becomes hoarse with moans and gasps as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her, leaving her limp and satisfied in their arms. She surrenders to the sensation completely, trusting them to hold her up and keep her safe as she rides out the last vestiges of her orgasm.

"Ahhh..." she whispers softly, her eyes fluttering shut as the world spins slowly back into focus around them. For now, at least, she has found some solace in their touch; some measure of redemption from the guilt that once plagued her every waking thought. "Thank you," she manages to say before slipping back into silence, content to bask in the afterglow of their lovemaking for as long as they will allow it.