Becca watched in awe as Fanya writhed beneath her from what she was doing. It sent a surge of lust through her watching this perfect sexual creature as the mercy of her desire. The confession of what she needed made a jolting heat settle in the pit of Becca's stomach and she licked her lips. The fingers did not speed up but Fanya's hips began to rock and the motions bled together into a blur of motion. Her fingers plunged repeatedly into the wet depths until her hand hit against Fanya's mound. The part of Becca's mind this was not being consumed by the lust burning through her was worried that she might be hurting Fanya but the woman's ever-increasing pace and the cries of intense pleasure assuaged her.<br/><br/>Becca was panting as the heat she felt inside of Fanya seemed contagious. Unconsciously the mechanic's hips were rocking; squirming in the pleasure she was feeling simply watching. She licked her lips again, carefully pulling back just long enough for a third finger to enter. Muscles clenched and Becca actually winced at how hard Fanya was able to bare down. It was an amazing feeling and she looked up to watch Fanya's face just in time to watch her eyes change. While it did not dampen the need she felt the tiny part of her brain that was still capable of rational screamed to her that this was not a normal thing.<br/><br/>She did not listen of course, instead focusing on using her thumb to stroke over Fanya's little nub. Nothing mattered but watching this red goddess climax again, regardless of her eye colour. When Fanya arched, Becca's head lunged forward to latch on momentarily to the rock her nipple and nibble and suckle it. When her head lifted she smiled at Fanya. Like lightning, Fanya struck and Becca let out a shocked cry as she felt he teeth on her neck. Pain, sharp and searing radiated from where Fanya had latched on to her. In a moment of clarity she did not wrench her body away and oddly the pain only seemed to heighten her awareness of her body. The heat radiating from her thighs and the way she was squirming. The rapid thud of her pulse was like thunder in her ears.<br/><br/>By the time that Fanya's teeth relinquished their hold, Becca was lightheaded and trembling. She was not afraid, she just felt... sensitized.  Her breathing was ragged and her body seemed sluggish. The growled word in her ear confused her lust-fogged mind. Her head pulled back, causing her to hiss as the area Fanya bit throbbed. She looked into the woman's oddly yellow eyes as if seeking the answer to what it was that she was supposed to do.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>