<strong>Vercile V.</strong><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/BSzwfHb.jpg)</div><br/>Vercile hated this with a passion, though never in her past life had she experienced such intimacies and the experience along side the origins of her new found morph had her a lot more compliant than she would normally. And the idea of her falling victim to the pre-determined conditioning muscle memory of her body, gives the blonde nightmares about conscious control or lack there of. The fact she was not only gorgeous in the physical, yet also retained such a naturally-seductive voice and demeanor. Everything about her, her combative talents just barely outweighing her allure leaving her mental capacity and will to resist urges. Of course presently she'd been standing in shower, soaking with warm water dropping from her flesh as her own partner was very much enjoying giving her oral sex. One form of relaxation it seemed only served to provide another form of stress, leaving the fury morph in one hell of a personal bind.<br/><br/>"Ahhah! Hnnnn!"<br/><br/>Doing her best not to shake too vigorously, Vercile struggled to maintain her feet, let alone her composure. She often wondered why she enjoyed doing this to her while she stood up, especially when laying back on a nice soft bed was a much more comfortable idea. This had been to "relieve" the troubled blonde wasn't it? But the more and more Lucy did this sort of thing, the more she was slowly coming to realise that her companion was taking advantage of her. Of course due to the nature of their partnership in this regard, and Vercile struggling to maintain lucid memories during such occasions, the fury morph was hard pressed to evidence anything. To Lucy or herself. Biting her lower lip, her right hand gripping instinctively with deep waves of pleasure against her lavender hair, while also trying to ease off in not harming her partner. While her left spread out with fingertips over her chest as she strained to keep her breath under control, a task more easily achieved during combat than it had been with Lucy's "sessions".<br/><br/>"Ghnnnkahhh!!"<br/><br/>Her gleaming white teeth poised upon her lower lip slipped away into a loud scream, when Lucy's fingers slid insider her. With Lucy's sill in such a "specialization" like this, her fingers and tongue brought her into a sudden shocking orgasm. Vercile's knees shook wildly, along with her hips and as the fit continued a second time with another orgasm, further screams and flails continued. A spray of water falling from golden locks over Lucy, her eyes widening appearing as though hollow when fingers penetrated her tight rear hole. Screams, moans, pants and sighs, the shower was now off and her responsive sounds were much more vivid. But Vercile couldn't find the mental capacity to care, her eyes in a lulled daze with lips wide open. Back arching and falling, giving gentle jiggles of her large bust. By her fourth orgasm, the blonde was at the end of her rope. Struggling to maintain her feet, maintain her sight and control of her grip in tugging at Lucy's hair and head, pulling her up against her soaking pussy.<br/><br/>"Oh God....Ohhhh!"<br/><br/>She'd never admit her thoughts during this session, as they'd been primarily around desiring cock over her fingers. Something that often happened when Lucy used her fingers, a craving for something bigger, more real. A faint feeling and thought of enjoying a real man's cock, it's lewd taste and delightful rewards for doing a good job in pleasuring it. All this slipped through her mind in a heart beat, leaving the blonde falling into a sudden limp state. She'd fallen as though her life had just been terminated, truly displaying how she used every ounce of energy she had to endure before she gave out on empty.<br/><br/>"Haaaa.....ahhhh.....haaaaa.... L-Lucy...."<br/><br/>The blonde managed to close her lips upon regaining consciousness, swallowing coarsely as the girl had become dehydrated. Her glazed eyes meeting with Lucy's, before explaining the message received before this had even begun. Of course this had left a rather hefty sting on her self respect, tarnishing another brand on her shame until furthering the humiliation with the prospect of the next mission and her role in it.<br/><br/>"N-no more.... I can't.... I....oh."<br/><br/>Vercile again slipped into an unconscious state, mentally exhausted and yet the grip she held upon Lucy had been a strong one. Her body was very much able to endure, but the mind and heart of the girl? There was a buzzing sound then, perhaps the door? Disrupting or tantalizing the neighbors? Either way, long blonde locks covered the girl's face and chest in a chaotic array as she laied within Lucy's arms.