The Amell Legacy: Transgressions

[Haliel Lightsong]

Haliel slips off the bed and pads around to the other side so she can slip in behind Isabela. "Is that... okay? I know- you were probably expecting... more."

[Isabela]

"Of course," she chirps, scooting over to make room. "I had our pup all last night, I'm good."

[Marian Hawke]

Marian rolls onto her side, making a sleepy little grunt.

[Haliel Lightsong]

Haliel curls around Isabela, her six and a half feet and broad frame allowing her to play big spoon rather splendidly. Sighting with pleasure, she rests  her head against Isabela's. "This was..." A soft chuckle. "I don't have the words. Amazing. Baffling. Intimate. Illuminating. Humbling. Intimidating. Weird. Terrifying and delightful."

[Isabela]

"I'm... glad you enjoyed it?" asks Isabela, clearly amused.

[Haliel Lightsong]

"...you know? I think I did." Haliel laughs softly, relief clear in her tone. "I was... I was really afraid I would hate it. It was strange and confusing and I- but I did like this. The noises she made, the contentment and joy in her eyes. Look at how... relaxed and satisfied she is right now. You did that to her. You gave her that... delicious peace."

[Isabela]

"You'd make a great domme," says Isabela, casually. 

[Haliel Lightsong]

Haliel makes a soft, inquiring hum and gently rests her fingers on Isabela's stomach. Doesn't move them, barely touches the other woman, just... rests there there tentatively.

[Isabela]

"Most doms get into it because they love the control, or they go on this power trip -- they want to own a submissive, full time, or they want to torture someone but get away with it because it's just sex. But the best dommes, they get into it because they love what it does to the sub. They love being the one to make their sub happy. That's a lot harder to learn than all the ropes and techniques."

[Haliel Lightsong]

The hand against Isabela tenses, then relaxes slowly, forced by willpower to do so instead of her actually calming down. "Could- could you... explain that? More please?"

[Isabela]

"Happy to. Which part didn't you follow?"

[Marian Hawke]

"Torture," mumbles sleepy Marian. 

[Isabela]

"Ah, yes. We didn't do any pain play this afternoon -- seems a little forward for a first date -- but there's plenty as likes to be hurt during sex. Couple that with sadists -- both the sexual kind, who like to hurt people for sex reasons, and the garden-variety Iron Bitch-y kind -- and you have the makings of a dangerous hobby to indulge strangers in."

[Haliel Lightsong]

"Like-" Haliel takes a moment, then tries again. "So... like... rape. Turning... good pain into bad pain, just like turning sex, which is supposed to be good, into something hurtful." Good pain sounds strange but... well, the flex and burn of a good work out, the zing in the bones of your arm after blocking a strike- those are good pains. Just another part of sex that my defect prevents me from understanding.

[Isabela]

"Something like that." And it's a credit to Isabela that, after so many years on her own, she doesn't even flinch anymore at the word. 

Unlike the submissive in her arms, who twitches. Isabela leans forward, murmuring into her ear, "Shh, it's okay, I have you, that's a good girl." She strokes Marian's stomach again, soothing her, focusing all her attention on the girl until she relaxes again. "Good girl."