<b>RE: The Doll House |~| Lady Arachnia, Littlemoth, Reika Yukuzari|~|</b><br/><br/>Waves of pleasure rolled over Gracely's body and she clung to the seat cushion she was bent over. A light sheen of sweat had formed over her pale skin and now her hips were moving eagerly to Avabelle's hand. Gracely groaned as her walls were stretched with the addition of a fourth finger. It was easy to do as she was so wet, but she was still relatively tight, a plus for her youth. Her back arched and she cried out a throaty cry that dripped with lust as fire overcame her back. The scratches stung...pleasantly. When Avabelle's hand went for her clit, Gracely knew that it would be the end. The tension that had built and built inside was ready to burst. Gracely was writhing and grinding to her Mistress' hand, so close...<br/><br/>And then it all stopped. Gracely cried out in protest and her shaky knees brought her to the ground, draped over the chair. "Wait! No, no, no," she gasped breathlessly.<i>So close</i>. It was agonizing now. Her body was begging for a release and her thighs rubbed together gently. However, that did not offer much relief and only seemed to aggravate the ache. Gracely swallowed hard and looked up at the woman who she deemed cruel. What Avabelle saw was a mask of lust on the girl's face. Her eyes were glazed over; lips parted. Gracely did not hesitate to rise to her feet and move to the woman, straddling her bare knee and gripping her shoulder's gently. She was taken by how soft Miss Poppyrow's skin felt, and by her scent which was heavenly in her lusting fog.<br/><br/>Pressing down to the woman's knee, Gracely groaned from the contact, but it was not enough to immediately trigger her release. No, she would have to work for that unfortunately. Almost as soon as she straddled her knee her lips came down to press softly over her Mistress' bust, and her hand slipped down between her legs and beneath the fringe of her skirt to rub along her slit through her panties. Gracely had been with a few women herself, and she knew how to treat them. In fact, she loved making a woman tremble with release... only when she voluntarily wanted to though. But, when one was drugged beyond high heaven and their body was melting, and they were given the offer for release, their morals and current situation could easily be forgotten. And so, Gracely's hand slipped into her Mistress' panties and the tips of her fingers slid down along her slit while her hips swayed and ground firmly against her knee.