Pearl chuckled to Jasper's tiny retort, rather surprised that was all she actually heard from the woman from all the teasing and witty commentary she'd been giving her tiger otherwise. More and more, her lover was finally starting to submit to her and let go in a way she'd never done before. Perhaps, with a few more sessions, Pearl might actually coax her into that submissive state of mind everyone goes to at a certain point of just pure bliss. That is, if Jasper was the kind of person to achieve such a thing. Outside of the bedroom, and even sometimes inside, Jasper was often the dominant one over almost everything and Pearl was typically content to follow happily behind her with her tail wagging. If anyone was more likely to achieve sub space, it would have been Pearl. But looking at the couple now, that was quite hard to believe as Pearl shifted her fingers to slid<i>deep</i>inside of Jasper's core, moaning along in satisfaction to her lover's sensitive response. Her tiger was right, though, she still needed a safe word. Part of the older woman was tempted to make it a word Jasper would never want to say, but that defeated the purpose of it being a safe word and despite every cruel tease and taunting touch she may have given her lover that night, she would still never go beyond her boundaries. She cherished the giantess below her far too much to even risk such a thing. Still, the safe word could happily stroke her own ego, both of theirs, even. "Goddess." Pearl paused the candle drippings to say this clearly and make sure Jasper had heard her, even her hand had pulled out and stopped completely. "Your safe word..." she whispered, leaning in to press her forehead against her lover's, "is Goddess. Because at the end of the day, my dear, you<i>deserve</i>to be worshiped..." Pearl kissed Jasper's cheek, wanting to chuckle at the cheesiness of it all, but she truly meant what she said. The older woman was too open-minded to believe the giantess beneath her fingertips was her<i>everything</i>, but she was certainly a large chunk of what Pearl cared most about in this world; the other chunks being Mala and her love for fencing and dancing.<br/><br/>When the dancer started once again, fingers buried in her lover, wax dripping slowly, she relished in Jasper's reactions and even more so than that, the fact that her gorgeous woman really did try her best to heed her words. She was doing her best to stay still even while Pearl made it one of the hardest things to do right now. Though her body was willing, however, it seemed her mouth was still an issue as she started whining about her timing on everything, what with the family right outside the door; the whole family, even, since they all opted to stay over for the night. Pearl paused in her worship to seriously address this request, but only her hand teasing her lover's core had stopped. The wax still poured, having now splattered most of Jasper's breasts in quick-cooling wax. "The drinks did it, my dear. I've found that while I'm already rather comfortable in the bedroom, when I drink, I become... a bit more honest about my needs and my desires and how I go about getting what I want." Pearl smiled softly at her lover, cocking her head and analyzing Jasper's face, perhaps, just a bit too closely. "We need to get rid of that mouth, but you've destroyed the gag. I'd expect nothing less from my fierce tiger, though. I admire your strength in the face of adversity, but like I said, we're teaching you patience now. Not everything is solved with strength." With that, she glanced at the candle in her hand and grinned. After positioning Jasper to sit up just a tiny bit more, the angle allowed Pearl to shove the candle in Jasper's mouth and still have the wax drip onto her chest and stomach without the need for either of them to hold it up. "Perfect!" Pearl purred softly, moving some hair away from her lover's face as she admired the woman, compelled to hold the candle gently between her teeth 'less she drop it on herself. As if sensing Jasper would have some issue with this, or just feel the need to whine about it, Pearl was already moving herself inbetween her giantess's legs, grinning wider as her lover was slowly catching on to the possibilities. Whether Jasper pulled her in with her legs at this point in a desperate attempt to keep her there for eternity or not was not a problem for Pearl as she quickly placed herself at her lover's entrance and thrust deep inside. Her nails dug into Jasper's hips as she clung on either side, trying hard not to climax right then and there at how amazing her tiger felt inside. She looked up at her lover, eyes half lidded with a satisfied smile on her face. "Now you're going to be a good girl for me, Jasper, while I fuck you. Remember to be quiet and keep ahold of that candle, ok, honey?" Her voice was laced with a lust she couldn't keep out, the feeling of Jasper's core bringing out a vulnerability in her voice she didn't want there as she tried to maintain a sense of control. Once she started thrusting in and out of her lover, however, it started mattering less and less how much control she had and just how good they felt together. She was surprised, and heavily pleased,  that her eversion managed to fill Jasper out so well. A sense of pride was welling up inside her along with a different sort of pressure as she continued her onslaught, digging and gripping into Jasper's thighs to the point that she was dragging the woman into<i>her</i>with each thrust, too impatient--ironically--to wait for the natural bounce of Jasper's body to do the job for her. Her lover's core was just that enticing and with each thrust in, she made it harder and harder to leave until, finally, Pearl couldn't take the tentative strokes against her eversion and made one final, deep thrust into Jasper , clutching into the woman's hips with her hands as she moaned behind bitten lips, climaxing.<br/><br/>When all was said and done, Pearl was hunched over Jasper's body, panting with the effort of a great orgasm, her face a mess of deep red and strands of hair determined to stick to the sweat on her face. Once she started getting a hold of herself, she glanced up at Jasper, smiling and leaning her cheek on one of the woman's upturned knees, kissing the skin as if she was kissing her lover's own lips, a tentative and delicate kind of appreciation.