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Assistant: Title: Fall, Fall... and Fall Deeper
        Author: BlancPur BlancPur 
        Chapter: 1/1 
        Summary: An aphrodisiac, no less.Stung by a rare variant of the Primordia Bloom, Carlotta Montelli knows who she needs to talk to.The ever-knowledgeable Cantarella Fisalia knows just the remedy.But, of course, an antidote would be too boring, wouldn't it?
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              An aphrodisiac, no less.Stung by a rare variant of the Primordia Bloom, Carlotta Montelli knows who she needs to talk to.The ever-knowledgeable Cantarella Fisalia knows just the remedy.But, of course, an antidote would be too boring, wouldn't it?
            
        

        
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      Since it is wuwa's 1st anniversary, I'll give you gays a long sesbian lex.
    

    
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          Carlotta Montelli despised mistakes. A Montelli family Executor, her existence was one textured with precision, effectiveness, and an unflinching cool in the face of adversity. Every assignment was a choreographed ballet, every move calculated, every possible situation covered. She moved like a shadow in the darkness, meting out justice—or, at least, revenge—on those who had the nerve to betray the family. And never, not ever, did she make mistakes.Except, well, today, maybe.She ought to have listened. She always listened. But Cantarella's warning had been so offhand, so dripping with that maddening, superior amusement that Carlotta had dismissed it with a curt, "I can take care of myself."Now, hours later, the target taken care of and the sunset colouring the Ragunna's sky with blood orange tints, she wished she hadn't been so callous. The operation had been clean, swift. The informant was silenced, the evidence secured. But as she'd climbed the west wall, a stray gust of wind had rained upon her the scented pollen of those Primordia Blooms.And it was a different variant unlike the ones with hallucinogen toxins.She’d felt a prickling on her skin, dismissing it as an adrenaline rush from the mission. She'd been wrong. Terribly, terribly wrong.The aphrodisiac was subtle at first, a warmth in her limbs, a heightened sensitivity to her own body. She attempted to ignore it but the sensation grew, an increasing heat that was capable of engulfing her.Her senses were aflame by the time she got back to the Montelli quarters. Every touch of her clothes against her skin was an unbearable caress. Her breath hitched in her throat, and a dull ache throbbed in her lower abdomen. She tried to rationalize the situation. Meditate. Drink cold water. Anything to regain control.Nothing worked.The aphrodisiac variant of Primordia Bloom. Cantarella had spoken of it almost in passing, a teasing warning masquerading as an expression of real concern. Carlotta had brushed it aside, intent on the mission at hand.Now, its influence was flowering in her like a toxic bloom. A warmth that had begun in the pit of her stomach was spreading along her spine, a leaden pulse that made it hard to concentrate. Her heart pounded against her rib cage, and her skin was too tight, too sensitive.She attempted to subdue it, to repress it, using the same steel determination she employed in stifling fear or pain. It was futile. The aphrodisiac was a sly intruder, taking over her senses, fogged her brain with unwanted, persistent desires.D@mn Cantarella. And d@mn herself for ignoring her.The creeping, insistent heat within her threatened to unravel the carefully constructed composure she always maintained, especially around Cantarella.Because Cantarella Fisalia, head of her own powerful family, mistress of poisons and potions, was her girlfriend. And Carlotta, the unflappable Executor, was hopelessly, frustratingly, and secretly vulnerable to her. Only to her.The thought of facing Cantarella in this state sent a shiver of apprehension down Carlotta’s spine, a shiver that had nothing to do with the aphrodisiac and everything to do with the way Cantarella saw through her, teased her, and held her heart captive in her delicate, dangerous hands.While the stars colored the sky, Carlotta felt an irresistible pull toward Porto-Veno Castle. She knew she ought to remain at home, lie down and sleep it off, perhaps even locate some anonymous apothecary who did not know her. But her legs appeared to have a mind of their own, propelling her towards the one individual who could both comfort and infuriate her in equal measure.Carlotta slipped unseen onto the tiny terrace outside Cantarella's room just as she had done so many times before. It was their secret, her secret entrance, generally reserved for late-night entries and stolen moments. Tonight, it seemed a desperate self-sabotage move. The night air cool only in its inability to diminish the fire thrumming beneath her skin.Now, standing outside the window of Cantarella, she struggled desperately to compose herself.She saw Cantarella just as she'd imagined her, waiting. Or maybe, expecting. The lamp's warm glow danced across her features, highlighting the delicate beauty of Cantarella's face as she sat gracefully on a velvet-covered couch, a book lying open across her lap, a half-empty glass of wine set beside it on a nearby table. She wore a silk nightgown, the fabric so soft it seemed to caress her skin lightly, revealing the seductive contours underneath.Carlotta's throat went dry.She sneaked into the room from the open terrace doors, thudding softly. The scent of Cantarella's perfume, a dissonant mixture of violaca and something else, darker, more subtly toxic, filled her nostrils, feeding the flame further."Carlotta," Cantarella whispered, her voice a silken touch. She didn't glance up from the book in her lap, but a smile traced her lips. "To what do I owe this… surprise visit?"Carlotta forced a dry chuckle. "Business. Montelli family matters."Cantarella finally looked up, her eyes, the color of vibrant blue, sparkling with amusement. "Really? At this hour? And through the window, no less? You wound me, Carlotta. I thought our relationship warranted a knock on the door.""The fewer people who know I'm here, the better," Carlotta replied back, the words snappier than she'd meant. D@mn the aphrodisiac. Everything felt honed to extremes, raw, and her patience was growing thinner than Cantarella's nightgown."Of course," Cantarella replied, her voice laced with playful mockery. "Secrecy is paramount. Still… it’s not the business you’re after, right?""I was just walking by," Carlotta replied, attempting to be casual as she entered the room some distance from her girlfriend. The fabrication felt bitter on her palate. "Thought I'd… say hello."Cantarella arched her eyebrow. "So keen to meet me? How sweet." She swirled a slow mouthful of wine, the crimson liquid shimmering in the moonlight and glinting in her dark eyes. "And how did the mission go? Successful, I hope?"Carlotta crossed her arms and attempted to look unmoved. "Efficient, as ever." She struggled to keep her eyes locked on Cantarella's face, not allowing them to drop to the soft rise of her br@@sts barely covered by the low-cut dress. It was a losing battle."Efficient," Cantarella repeated, cocking her head. "And…unscathed? I think I said something about…unpleasant blooms." Her voice was convincingly innocent."I handled it," Carlotta snapped, the flush climbing into her cheeks. "It was nothing.""Did you now?" Her words were a silken whisper, meant to disentangle the sturdiest of wills.Carlotta bristled. "I said I dealt with it. The mission went in smoothly, as always." She forced herself to look Cantarella in the eye, a mistake she instantly regretted. Cantarella's eyes conveyed a depth of knowledge, of amusement, and something else… something that made her own heart speed up."Of course," Cantarella stroked, putting a dainty finger on the page of her book, though she obviously wasn't reading. "You always do. But the question is, did it handle you?"Carlotta gritted her teeth. She was shorter than Cantarella, but where she fell short in height, she more than made up for in killing precision. She had built a reputation as an Executor for the Montelli family, punishing treachery with quick and ruthless efficiency. She was not a woman who got fl@stered easily. But Cantarella… Cantarella had always been her weakness.She laughed, a quivering sound that gave away her inner conflict. "Don't be ridiculous. I'm just fine." She tried to brush away the manner in which her eyes continued to stray back toward the expanse of flesh revealed by Cantarella's nightgown. The shape of her collarbone, the swell of her breast. all were heightened, exaggerated by the insidious actions of the bloom.Cantarella sipped her wine slowly, never breaking eye contact with Carlotta. "Are you, darling? Because where I'm sitting, you appear anything but fine. Your cheeks are flushed, your breathing's quick, and you're having a rather hard time keeping your eyes on or above my neck." She paused, allowing the words to fill the air, heavy with unspoken longings. "Tell me, Carlotta, what are you feeling?"Carlotta's carefully built facade was starting to weaken. She could feel burning in her veins, a gnawing hunger that threatened to consume her. She walked back and forth in the room, attempting to burn off the excess energy, but it seemed to heighten the feeling instead.Cantarella laughed, the low, guttural sound resonating throughout the room and into Carlotta's core. "Oh, darling... To believe you would not trust me with your…afflictions." She lifted her hand and ran a finger lightly around the edge of her wine glass, her gaze locked on Carlotta's. "I do take pride in my knowledge with botanical remedies."Carlotta fisted her hands, knuckles sinking into palms. The aphrodisiac was tearing apart her senses. The air vibrated with an intensified sensitivity; every smell, every noise, every touch – even the fantasied ones – was heightened a thousand times over. And Cantarella, curse her, was actively fueling the fire."I don't need your remedies," Carlotta replied, her voice strained. "I just…" She hesitated, fighting to keep her cool. "I wanted to inform you about the mission."Cantarella pretended to be disappointed. "Oh, how frightfully boring. I was expecting a bit more… exciting." She leaned back against the cushions, intentionally allowing the silk dress to slide down her shoulder even farther, revealing a tantalizing flash of skin. "Tell me, Carlotta, did you by any chance observe any… unusual responses following the mission? Possibly an increased sense of... urgency?"Carlotta's breath caught. She felt the beat of the pulse in her throat. She needed to refuse it, to keep up the facade of control, but the reality was a hot coals spark ready to set ablaze all she held dear.She watched as Cantarella sat purposefully taking another drink of wine, never once looking away from hers. The slow, sensual motions were raw, unadulterated torture. Carlotta knew she was being played, but she was powerless to resist."I did warn you, didn't I?" she teased, her voice full of laughing, near-bitter amusement.Carlotta tried to be nonchalant, but she could feel the flush spreading up her face. She moved from one foot to the other, her gaze darting around the room, anywhere but Cantarella's."It's nothing," she snarled, attempting to be tougher than she actually was.Carlotta clenched her teeth. She realized that she was an open book that Cantarella could read, her face mirroring what she thought and felt and was not able to hide. She had always prided herself on her ability to rationalize and control her emotions. But around Cantarella, those walls crumbled, leaving her vulnerable and exposed.She tried to focus her mind on anything at all besides the way in which the soft lamplight seemed to play upon Cantarella's skin, the way in which the thin silk of her nightgown clung to her curves, the subtle rise and fall of her chest as she breathed. She tried to shut out the growing ache within her, the persistent throb that would not be silenced.Cantarella, of course, noticed it all. She always did. She leaned back against the couch, crossing one leg over the other, the movement causing the silk of the dress to rustle and slide, teasing with a flash of thigh. It was subtle, almost innocent in appearance, but Carlotta knew that it wasn't. That it had to be a deliberate maneuver of seduction meant to unsettle her.And it was working.Cantarella waved her hand and pointed to Carlotta, offering her the wine glass. She shook her head, her eyes wide, "I don't–" But she never finished the sentence.Cantarella chuckled, a soft, rasping sound that gave Carlotta goosebumps. She closed the book, setting it down carefully on the table. Then she rose to her feet, her movements fluid and graceful.She walked to Carlotta, her movements slow and deliberate. The softness of the nightgown wrapping round her legs, a whisper of silk that sparked Carlotta's senses.As Cantarella drew near, Carlotta couldn't help but watch. She followed the arch of her neck, the swell of her br@@sts under silk, the smooth, liquid flow of her thighs. The aphrodisiac was making all of them seem more intense.“Tell me, Carlotta,” she breathed, her voice a soft whisper as she stepped closer. “What exactly do you think you can handle?”Carlotta was drawn in a sharp gasp as Cantarella halted inches in front of her, her blue eyes glinting with mischievous teasing. She extended her hand, her fingers tracing the contours of Carlotta's jaw in a gentle, barely seen caress. The feel was like lightning, and it caused Carlotta's skin to shiver. Carlotta flinched at the contact, her skin prickling with anticipation. She tried to maintain her composure, but the effort was quickly proving futile.“Your pulse is racing,” Cantarella murmured, her voice a breath against Carlotta’s ear. “And your skin is so warm.” She leaned closer still, her breath ghosting over Carlotta’s lips. “You’re trembling.”Carlotta swallowed hard, struggling to maintain her composure. “I’m… fine,” she repeated, her voice barely a whisper.Cantarella's fingers ran lower, along the curve of Carlotta's throat, to the bend of her collarbone. Carlotta's breathing caught. She sensed the heat coming from Cantarella's body, a tug that was draped around her like a shroud."Perhaps you need some… cooling down?" Cantarella panted, her voice a soft whisper. She crept close, mouth by Carlotta's ear. "I know just the remedy."Carlotta's control shattered. She grabbed Cantarella's wrist, her grip surprisingly tight. "Stop it," she croaked, the words barely above a whisper.Cantarella's smile broadened. "Stop what, darling? Am I making you uncomfortable?" Her tone was laced with mock innocence."You know what you are doing," Carlotta snarled, her eyes flashing with passion laced with frustration.Cantarella laughed, a rich, uncontrollable laugh that filled the room. "Of course I do, darling. I always do.""But tell me, Carlotta, what is it that you want me to stop? The teasing? The… seduction? Or perhaps…?" She leaned in, her voice dropping into a smooth, husky tone. "Perhaps you want me to… continue."Carlotta swallowed hard. This was embarrassing. Begging for help, confessing her vulnerability, putting herself in Cantarella's knowing gaze… it was too much. Yet she could not disregard the needy desperation overwhelming her."I… I need your help," she stammered, the words tasting like ash in her mouth.Cantarella raised an eyebrow. "Help? With what, precisely?"Carlotta avoided her gaze, focusing on a point somewhere over Cantarella's shoulder. "The… the aphrodisiac. It's… affecting me."Cantarella chuckled softly, a sound that sent shivers down Carlotta's spine. "I suspected as much. You're usually so much more… composed, my dear."Carlotta finally met her gaze, her eyes pleading. "Is there… is there anything you can do? An antidote? Something to… alleviate the effects?"Cantarella nodded slowly, her eyes dancing with mischief. "Indeed, there are several remedies I could concoct. But… perhaps you should be more specific, Carlotta. What is it you desire to be alleviated?"Carlotta’s breath hitched. She knew exactly what Cantarella was doing. She was playing with her, pushing her to the edge, forcing her to confront her own desires.And she was failing miserably.She ached to scream, to shout, to resist the all-consuming hunger that was eating her alive. But she couldn't. The aphrodisiac had torn down her walls, leaving her exposed and vulnerable."Cantarella," she repeated, her voice laced with longing. "Please. Please... Just… help me."Cantarella's smile broadened. "What sort of help are you looking for, my dear Carlotta? A mere antidote? Or perhaps… something more?" She leaned in closer still, her body rubbing against Carlotta's, her br@@sts a suggestive caress against her own chest.Carlotta's determination crumbled. She knew precisely what kind of assistance she desired. It wasn't the cool, sterile solace of a carefully crafted antidote. It was the fire, the passion, the dizzying euphoria that only Cantarella could offer."You know what I want," she rasped, her voice thick with yearn.Cantarella laughed softly, a soft one such as wind chimes in the evening. "Oh, Carlotta," she whispered, a snicker of laughter in her voice. "I knew you'd break eventually. But what kind of aid are you referring to, my dear? I can simply prepare an antidote, something to undo the effect."Carlotta's grip on Cantarella's arms tightened. "You know d@mn well I'm not referring to the antidote."Cantarella feigned innocence, widening her eyes. "But Carlotta, you know I can't just… indulge your… desires. It wouldn’t be responsible.”"Cantarella," Carlotta growled, her voice low and annoyed. "Stop playing games."Cantarella's smile was gone, replaced by one of cool amusement. "And what if I enjoy playing, Carlotta? What if I find your… predicament… rather amusing?"Carlotta closed the remaining distance between them, pressing her body against Cantarella's. "Then indulge me," she whispered, her voice husky with desire. "Let me be your plaything for the night."Cantarella ran her hands down Carlotta's back, her touch sending shivers down her spine. "Such desperation, Carlotta," she murmured, her voice laced with playful cruelty.  "It's almost… pathetic."Carlotta did not answer, but instead seized Cantarella's lips in a frantic kiss. It was a stumbling, grasping kiss, born of an unsatiated hunger that she could not resist.Cantarella responded, matching Carlotta's passion. Her arms hugging the waist of her lover, deepening the kiss. The rest of life receded into the distance, leaving the two of them, starved in their kiss.Finally, they parted, gasping. "Please," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I need you, Cantarella."Cantarella’s eyes softened, the playful cruelty replaced with a look of genuine affection. She cupped Carlotta's face in her hands, her thumbs gently caressing her cheekbones."And what will you give me in return, Carlotta?" she asked, her voice soft and low.Carlotta looked into Cantarella's eyes, her heart overflowing with a love that she rarely allowed herself to acknowledge. "Anything," she whispered. "Anything you want."Cantarella smiled, a genuine smile that lit up her entire face. "Then show me, Carlotta," she said, her voice a seductive purr. "Show me how much you want me." ... . ... -... .. .- -. / .-.. . -..- Carlotta lost no time, grabbing Cantarella around the neck and kissing her lavishly. Cantarella met her with the same passion, her mouth moving hungrily on Carlotta's as she hugged her around her waist and pulled her tighter. The kiss was one of full passion, full of hunger that had been pent up for too long.Tiptoeing over, Carlotta nudged Cantarella softly, pushing her towards the couch on which Cantarella had only just sat. The moment Cantarella had settled down, Carlotta straddled her legs on either side of Cantarella's hips, pressing their bodies together intimately."Such impatience" Cantarella breathed softly against Carlotta's lips as they briefly parted to take in air. Carlotta's eyes gleamed with l@st, her gaze burning as she gazed downward at Cantarella. She didn't care about Cantarella's teasing, her entire attention on the matter at hand. With an urgent expression, Carlotta set to work quickly removing her own garments, her fingers stumbling a little with the folds of her dress in her haste.Cantarella watched, her breath catching in her throat as Carlotta's skin was revealed bit by bit. The sight of Carlotta's flushed cheeks and the way her lips were slightly parted in anticipation sent a shiver down Cantarella's spine. She reached out, her fingers tracing the curve of Carlotta's waist as she continued to undress.Although they had seen each other countless times before, watching Carlotta undress so hastily for a good f@ck turned Cantarella on even more. The way Carlotta's hands moved with a desperate urgency, the way her dress slipped off her shoulders and pooled on the floor, it was all too much for Cantarella to bear. She felt a warmth pooling between her thighs, her body responding to the sight with a growing heat.With her last undergarment thrown somewhere in the room, Carlotta resumed claiming her lover's lips. "Please…" her voice slightly shaking. Her breaths brushed against Cantarella’s lips, her pants rapid.Cantarella gently cupped Carlotta's cheek, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath her fingers. Carlotta leaned into the touch, her body longing to be held. Cantarella then caressed Carlotta’s lips with her thumb, a small smile playing on her lips as she chuckled."Help yourself then," Cantarella whispered, her voice low and seductive. She placed her plump thigh between Carlotta’s legs, her touch sending a jolt of pleasure through Carlotta's body."W-what?" Carlotta stammered, still in a daze, her face flushing with embarrassment."You want it, don't you?" Cantarella whispered in her ear, her breath hot against Carlotta's skin. She lowered Carlotta to sit on her thigh, her fingers tracing the curve of Carlotta's hip. "Look at you, so wet for me," she commented, feeling the wetness from Carlotta’s core on her plump thigh.“This is just the…" Carlotta began, but her words were cut off as Cantarella guided her hips to slowly grind on her hips. 
   F@ck, blame it on the aphrodisiac. 
 With heightened senses and clouded desires, Carlotta couldn't think clearly as she let Cantarella lead her hips, grinding them on that plump thigh she secretly loved. The friction sent waves of pleasure through her body, and she moaned softly, her eyes half-closed in ecstasy. Slowly, she picked up her pace, her hands finding purchase on Cantarella’s shoulders for leverage.Cantarella, a knowing smile on her lips, released Carlotta's hips, letting her ride on her thigh at will. Carlotta's movements grew more frenzied, her body twitching to the pleasure building inside her. She rode Cantarella's thigh desperately, her gasps of breaths coming in short, strained bursts.The way in which Carlotta's cl@t slides on Cantarella's thigh is absolute bliss. With every thrust, the sensitive bundle of nerves rubs against the soft, plump flesh, sending waves of pleasure through her body. Her breathing is short, ragged gasps as she forgets herself in the feel, her half-closed eyes a map of bliss.Carlotta's c@nt kisses Cantarella's thigh fully, her lips parting in a soundless moan as she experiences the intimate connection. The friction is hot, her body coming alive with an increasing urgency. Her juices glide so smoothly, coating Cantarella's thigh with a fine, warm sheen that heightens the pleasure with every stroke.The wetness between Carlotta's thighs is undeniable, the sound of her body making unholy noises across the room as she rides Cantarella's thigh. The squelching, the soft moans, and the occasional gasp create a symphony of desire that fills the air. Cantarella observes her own hunger mounting as she witnesses Carlotta's face twist in ecstasy.Carlotta's fingers clutch Cantarella's shoulders tightly, her fingers sinking deep into her shoulders as she attempts to anchor herself. The pleasure is too much, a combination of heat and need that reduces her to shivering. She tips her back forward slightly, pressing herself against Cantarella's thigh, her body moving with a frenzied desire.Cantarella decided to sit back and watch her lover in action. She sat back on the couch, a wine glass in her hand, her eyes glued to Carlotta's every move. The way Carlotta rode her thigh so sensually was nearly more than Cantarella could take. She sipped at her wine, the liquid warm and sweet as it slid down her throat.Carlotta's movements grew wilder, her body arching slightly as she ground her hips harder against Cantarella's thigh. The ring of her own moans echoed in the room, a fusion of pleasure and desire that left her gasping. The way Carlotta's lips opened in a wicked sigh, the way her eyes closed in bliss—it was all too much for Cantarella. She could feel a heat gathering between her legs, her body reacting to the image with a building need.Riding so hard, the wine in Cantarella's glass began to drip down her neck. Without realizing it, Carlotta leaned down, her lips brushing against Cantarella's neck as she licked up the wine that had dripped down. She mumbled a soft "sorry" without breaking her rhythm, her body falling deeper into the throes of desire. Cantarella's eyes opened wide in surprise, but she immediately shut them, enjoying the feel of Carlotta's lips on her skin.As Cantarella put her wine aside, Carlotta leaned forward, riding her own high. The pleasure was piling up within her, a combination of heat and urgency that left her gasping. She felt the tension building tighter each second, her body answering with a desperate need."I'm c@mm@ng," she whispered, pushing her voice almost to a scream of pleasure. Her hips sped, grinding her cl@t against Cantarella's dampened thighs, with strong sensuality rubbing her body and sky-high pleasure. Her breath had quickened as she lost herself in the sensation, half-closed eyes filled with bliss. "C@m, my love" was all Cantarella said, lips brushing the edge of Carlotta's ear. With one hand, she caressed Carlotta's back, slowly traveling down the smoothness of her skin along her spine and over the Tacet Mark below with light and firm touches that sent familiar tremors shivering down Carlotta's spine.Just the sound of whispers of Cantarella and a warm touch on her body was too much for Carlotta to bear. It was an overwhelming sensation, as well as a blend of heat and urgency that made her tremble. She arched her back a little and pressed her body close against Cantarella's thigh, moving in desperation.She was almost losing it by now; it was too much, the friction and the surrounding warmth but most of all the heightened sense of aphrodisiac. The build inside her was already there; the tension kept building tighter. Her body moved like it was crazed with urgency, forcing her hips against Cantarella's thigh, breathless.With a final thrust, Carlotta's pleasure drew tighter before bursting to the breaking point. Gasped as her body twisted off Cantarella's thigh; she squirted, messing Cantarella's legs up. A feeling that was beyond description, heat and a release that made her gasp.Carlotta's body shook with the quaking force of her @rg@sm as her muscles contracted, showering her juices over Cantarella's thighs. A torrent of moans, intermingled with pleasure and need, erupted from her throat, momentarily stifling her voice. A sigh escaped lips as she relaxed slightly in Cantarella's embrace. While observing her lover, Cantarella shifted her mouth to Carlotta's neck and traced a line on the sensitive skin with her tongue. Carlotta gasped for breath in short, rapid intervals as the brunt of ecstasy hit her, her body convulsed violently with the aftermath of an impending @rg@sm. The sound of moans reverberated throughout the room. Carlotta's body shifted slightly toward relaxation, and as she leaned into the caress, her hands gently slid down Cantarella's arms. Cantarella's mouth was roaming Carlotta's body, planting kisses up her breast, her neck, and finally sealing her lips onto the other's.Carlotta tightened her grip around Cantarella's neck, pulling her closer as she deepened the kiss. Their tongues met in a passionate dance—a whirlwind of sensation fed by the strong aphrodisiac burning through her veins. She collapsed against Cantarella, panting, her body still shivering from the force of the @rg@sm. Slowly, with clearing thoughts, a warm, familiar feeling ignited in the pit of her being. It would seem the aphrodisiac was far from done with her. One @rg@sm had only begun to whet her appetite. Cantarella, ever perceptive, seemed to sense the lingering heat radiating from Carlotta. Knowing smile teased her lips as she lovingly smoothed Carlotta's hair, murmuring, "Poor thing," in a tone filled with earnest caring and just a hint of teasing amusement. That deceptively gentle kiss was turning into something rainier. "Just one @rg@sm is hardly going to do it, is it?" Surprisingly strong, Cantarella lifted Carlotta high above the plush cushions of the chaise lounge, balled her lovable little self up into a close embrace, and carried her toward the large four-poster bed that dominated the room."Cantarella…" Carlotta pleaded, her voice thick with need. The word was a breathy whisper, heavy with unspoken desires.Cantarella laid Carlotta gently at the bed center, her movements deliberate and sensual. She knelt beside her and looked into Carlotta's eyes with smoldering intensity, which sent shivers down her spine. Cantarella's hands began to glide warmly and confidently over Carlotta's naked body, continuing along the curve of the hips, up to the swell of br@@sts, and along the delicate line of the collarbone. Every touch was a catalyst that sent a fresh wave of yearning rippling through Carlotta. "What would you like?" Cantarella whispered, her voice a silken caress. The tongue suddenly slipped out to show the small darkish spot on it, her Tacet Mark—that vision of it sent violent waves of want vibrating in Carlotta as she succumbed to the sweet magic of Cantarella and the aphrodisiac.Cantarella always knew. She could read Carlotta's desires as easily as one glance and her toxins reveal all she needs to know. And that was what made their connection so profound, so entirely consuming."You want my mouth?" Cantarella laughed lightly, her eyes shining in anticipation.Carlotta flushed, the warmth in her cheeks stoked not only from the aphrodisiac but from that sudden surge of embarrassment. It was an indisputable proposition, so direct and so brazen, that it left her momentarily aghast. All she could manage was a hesitant nod, her gaze glued to the beautiful face of Cantarella."Words, my love," Cantarella whispered, her breath warm against Carlotta's ear. "I need to hear you say it."The sound of Carlotta's voice was the softest groan, one that spoke both frustration and pleading. It all partook of the language of seizing one's inhibitions, igniting perfect boldness along with perfect vulnerability. All the conflicting feelings seemed drowned out by the ever great need and the pulsing sensation between her legs. Her wants were to be acknowledged, verbalized, and granted."I... I want your mouth, please," Carlotta was eventually able to mutter-sputtering at the end into a barely audible wind. But it really was enough. There was acceptance and a burning ache demanding attention, craving this sweet treatment which only Cantarella was capable of."Now you're getting more honest," Cantarella chuckled, a low, throaty sound that vibrated against Carlotta's skin. "That's a good girl."Instead of immediately granting Carlotta's request, Cantarella surprised her by lying down beside her on the bed. The surprise momentarily threw Carlotta off balance. She thought that Cantarella would position herself between her legs, ready to deliver the sensual torment she so desperately craved. She tilted her head, brow furrowing with questions. Cantarella smiled, a slow, seductive curve of lips that sent another shiver down Carlotta's spine. Then she reached to where her chest rested and gently patted the space in front of her. "Ride my face," she purred with an innocently childlike dissemblance. The contrast between the innocent tone and the explicit nature of the suggestion was exquisitely arousing.Carlotta's face flushed crimson. "What?!" Her voice shrieked, betraying her shock and a hint of scandalized delight. She sat up abruptly, looking at her lover with wide, disbelieving eyes."You want my mouth, am I wrong?" Cantarella playfully countered, her voice laced with teasing. "Isn't that what you just asked for?""Y-yes but…" Carlotta had spent many hours with Cantarella, exploring each other's bodies in a multitude of ways, but had never once ridden Cantarella's face. This was something altogether new-a tantalizing possibility that both excited and unnerved her. Irresistibly tempting, the aphrodisiac was further inflaming her hunger, leaving her unable to think things through. Imagining Cantarella's tongue on her core was already almost too much to bear; how much more intense would it be if she surrendered completely and rode her face?Seeing the hesitance in Carlotta's eyes, Cantarella extended a gentle, reassuring hand.Gently, Cantarella lowered Carlotta, bringing her right over her face. There was a tiny pause; a flash of uncertainty ran across her features. But then she looked into Cantarella's eyes, saw the unwavering desire and adoration reflected there, and her doubts disappeared. Positioning herself slowly atop the face of her beloved, Carlotta looks downward, the view too scandalous yet enticing. Seeing Cantarella's face between her thighs sent a shivering wave of heat through her-anticipation, embarrassment, and really raw desire. That sight was only too provocative and intimate, showing Cantarella's beautiful face nestled at the heart of her femininity.Cantarella understood the anxiousness of Carlotta, so caressed her thighs, her touch featherlight and encouraging, and moved her hands upward tracing the curve of her torso as she signaled her silent reassurance.Then she lowered herself slowly and carefully until she was touching Cantarella's lips with her own wetness. It dealt a jolt of pure electricity through her—a sensation so intense that it almost made her gasp out loud. She could feel the heat of Cantarella's breath on her skin.Then Cantarella started moving her tongue. A moan escaped from Carlotta's mouth, her body shook with desire. It was completely different from any feeling she had endured until now. For leverage, Carlotta's hands found their way to grip the headboard in front of her, fingers curling tightly around the wood.Cantarella's hands traced caresses over her thighs and lower back. Currents raced through Carlotta's spine. She started to nibble over the cl@t, tracing a soft tongue over the sensitive little nub with such sensuality that Carlotta's knees threatened to buckle. Cantarella's hands squeezed Carlotta and guided her lower yet again, asking her to sit on her face.Carlotta looks down, tears forming in the corners of her eyes, drool pooling at the corner of her mouth. Seeing her lover under her, riding her face with those seductive eyes, was too much. The scene was too much for her. Sensitive from the first @rg@sm and the aphrodisiac, Carlotta couldn’t help but moan and call Cantarella’s name over and over.Carlotta arched her back, instantly caught by Cantarella as she attacked her cl@t, sucking and nudging it with the tip of her tongue. Cantarella's tongue licking her juices was almost unbearable in that fullness of moans, sighs, licking, and sucking in the sounds filling the room with their pleasure.Soon, Cantarella guided Carlotta’s hips to grind against her face. Finding herself a rhythm, Carlotta soon pleasures herself by riding Cantarella’s face as her lover let her be.Swaying her hips, she lowered her p@ssy to lick her up entirely while grinding against Cantarella's face. Cantarella, although her sense of taste was weak, loved how she ate Carlotta out. And now, her lover riding her face, watching her pleasure herself using her tongue was much more of a sinful scene she wanted to etch in her mind. The grinding of her c@nt, the bed moving, the weight on her face, the plump thighs between her head, the messy juices, the sensitive c@nt, her lover’s moans and sighs, arching her back, eyes tightly shut—watching this scene above her was pure sin of l@st.This way, judging how Carlotta sped up her grind, with one hand now tangling the locks of Cantarella's hair, she knew her second @rg@sm was approaching. The heat was making her pleasure herself even more, under the tongue of Cantarella, riding her face. Looking down led her to meet the fiery, honeyed gaze of Cantarella, her mouth messy from her juices, Cantarella's hand at her lower back, tracing her Tacet Mark.Carlotta’s body, a beautifully orchestrated symphony of sensations, was under assault by Cantarella’s tongue. Moan after sweet, agonized moan filled the room, each one more desperate than the last. Cantarella’s confident hands guided Carlotta’s hips toward the rhythm that neither could resist. The bed creaked in time with their movements, an imperfect but gratifying testimony of their shared pleasures. Carlotta gripped the headboard tightly, digging her nails into the wood as she hovered on the brink of yet another @rg@sm. There was no mercy in Cantarella's tongue—it lashed against her cl@t, seeming to strike at random yet actually hitting all the right places that drove Carlotta insane. It was too much, and yet all she could do was endure. Cantarella’s gaze bore into Carlotta’s, filled with the l@st and satisfaction of one who knows she has all the power. She loved how Carlotta’s body responded to her, bucking against her tongue and moaning Cantarella’s name. The sight of her lover in such a state of ecstasy was intoxicating, and Cantarella couldn’t help but deepen her ministrations.Carlotta’s desire was a wild fire fueled by the aphrodisiac racing through her veins. It did not matter to her if she crushed Cantarella; all she could think about was the intense pleasure being granted by Cantarella’s tongue. The sensation of Cantarella’s tongue was so insatiable that there was no will left in her legs to hold still; her hips were literally thrusting against Cantarella’s face in desperation.Cantarella, on her part, did not mind one bit. She reveled in the intensity of Carlotta's passion, her hands gripping Carlotta's thighs as she continued licking and sucking with an ardor that matched Carlotta's own. Carlotta's fingers dug into Cantarella's hair, holding her close as the wave of pleasure swept over her. The feeling of Cantarella's tongue on her cl@t was almost unbearable, but she could not bring herself to stop. She wanted more, she needed more, and Cantarella was more than happy to oblige.Carlotta's hips began moving faster, overcome with urgency for her own release. As Cantarella's tongue flattened out, her glowing Tacet Mark. Carlotta felt her p@ssy thoroughly licked, and the sensations coursed through her body in a wave of pleasure. She ground herself against Cantarella's face, rubbing her cl@t against her lover's nose with every movement.In essence, everything dissolved in a frenzy of sensations against the walls of the room echoing with their pleasure. Carlotta's moans were a symphony of need substantiating her desires' fervent extremes. The tenderness of Cantarella's hands, trailing down her lower back, added a beautiful contrast to the overwhelming sensations accompanying the markings on her body as she painstakingly traced the lines of Carlotta's Tacet Mark.Carlotta shuddered like a mass of convulsing muscles as her second @rg@sm began building. One of her hands was tangled in Cantarella's hair, holding her close while Carlotta rode the wave of pleasure. The heat was almost unbearable, yet she couldn’t stop, couldn’t pull away from the intense sensation.Gazing down at Cantarella's face, Carlotta locked her eyes on the woman whose mouth bore the gifts of her love. Cantarella continued to stimulate her with tender caresses as she held Carlotta close through the height of @rg@sm. From their body sounds of ecstasy, the room reverberated in proof of their bond. Carlotta screamed her wailing voice in crescendo across the silent night as her body arched off the bed as she felt herself explode. An exhilarating rush swept through her—the intensity leaving her shrieking and gasping for breath. Cantarella, with her hands secure in holding, steadied Carlotta as she rode the waves of her @rg@sm. As she climaxed, Carlotta made a mess, squirting her juices all over Cantarella’s face. The warm liquid covered Cantarella’s cheeks, her nose, her lips, and her chin. Cantarella didn’t flinch, didn’t pull away—she simply continued to hold Carlotta close, her hands caressing her lover’s back as she rode out the intense pleasure.As the last tremors subsided, Carlotta collapsed onto the bed, her body spent and sated. Cantarella’s hands continued to caress her, a gentle reminder of their shared pleasure. The room was filled with the aftermath of their passion, the air thick with the scent of their desire.As soon as Carlotta lay down on her back, Cantarella went above her and claimed her lips. Tasting herself from all those juices while panting for air, Cantarella’s kiss was deep and possessive. Without much resistance, Cantarella spread Carlotta’s legs, and one finger entered her c@nt. The rush of sensations from that one finger tantalizingly opened the floodgates of ecstasy for Carlotta. Carlotta arched into the penetration, resulting from immediate and involuntary bodily reflex. Soon Cantarella was deep in with another finger, fast approaching the knuckle. There was no build-up; Cantarella fingered her swiftly, her fingers moving with a practiced ease that drove Carlotta wild."Oh God, wait," Carlotta moaned as she felt Cantarella's fingers begin to intensify their movements. Surely the pressure was becoming unbearable, though giving in for even an instant seemed impossible. "Shh, I know you can take more," Cantarella murmured into her ear, breath scratching against her skin. Her soft mouth slid down the column of Carlotta's neck, leaving love bites and licks in its wake. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and possessiveness that left Carlotta trembling.Carlotta felt her @rg@sm building up again, thanks to the aphrodisiac that still coursed through her veins. More moans crept into her throat, with each note that would surely confirm the raging need she felt. Her hands searched for the sheets beside her, clutching at them while her entire back arched, her toes curling with each thrust of Cantarella's finger.Cantarella kept up her relentless assault, fingering Carlotta relentlessly, splitting her soft, spongy spot with precision. Her thumb was now doing a circle about Carlotta's cl@t, the double sensations driving her lover wild. Feeling the inside of Carlotta, hot and warm, Cantarella’s fingers were tightly hugged by her lover’s walls. Knowing very well who the owner was, Cantarella’s fingers accommodated the length and size of Carlotta’s c@nt, scissoring inside her with a practiced ease."F@ck," Carlotta cursed, with her eyes watering at the sheer bliss. It was almost intolerable; she just couldn't stop anymore."That's it, let's prepare you up," Cantarella said while her own voice was thick with satisfaction and l@st. Her fingers drilled in and out forcefully, pounding Carlotta's insides with abandon while her thumb continued to circle Carlotta's sensitive cl@t with maddening pleasure.Carlotta's world narrowed down with a heightened sense as Cantarella's fingers invaded deep inside her. The pleasure was too intense for clear hearing; so much so that the blurred sounds were taken out, getting reduced to wet and the few hoarse moans that came from her mouth. The room seemed to spin around her, the only anchor being the feel of Cantarella’s fingers moving inside her with a relentless rhythm.Cantarella's fingers became a cast to her—plunging in and out, scissoring and probing, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through Carlotta's body. The sounds of their lovemaking filled the room—a symphony of wet, squelching noises as Cantarella’s fingers moved through Carlotta’s juices, and Carlotta’s moans, which were a mix of desperate need and pure ecstasy. Carlotta did not last either; it made her convulse a few times with the telling signs of yet another @rg@sm about to build up. Her legs shook, her back arched off the bed, and her toes curled with each thrust of Cantarella's fingers. With a face bright red and skin gleaming with perspiration, Carlotta huffed, panting heavily with shallow breaths. The world began to come back to focus, the dim light of the room stroked amorphous and romantic over the scene. She felt quite out of it; every nerve ending shun the deflection of remaining pleasure.Cantarella delicately withdrew her fingers from within Carlotta, a somewhat superfluous act when the connection was almost gone. Much desire shimmered and hummed between them, promising more. Cantarella began to suck at her fingertips-a move that sent another ripple of excitement down Carlotta's spine. With seductive eyes heavily hooded, she took her full time over every sensuous lick. It was a display so deeply primal that Carlotta barely managed to hold it together—a claim and visceral seduction rolled into one. There she stood above her, Cantarella, as always imperious in her presence. Her lavender-hued hair was tousled, evidently styled only a few hours before, falling gently over her strikingly fierce and beautiful face. Those penetrating eyes seemed softer now, consumed by a desire that oozed ownership while promising pleasure laced with pain. Cantarella's hands were wild and knowing as they began to traverse over the smooth expanse of Carlotta's body. They followed the curve of her spine, erred slightly at the swell of her hips, and cupped her br@@sts gently. Every touch lit a spark, sending another wave of l@st racing through her veins. Kisses emblazoned a fiery path up Carlotta's body as Cantarella went further still, from the soft lips skimming her belly, along her ribs, and finally resting on the sweetly vulnerable bend of her neck.“On fours, ass up, darling,” she whispered, her voice a low, husky rumble that vibrated against Carlotta’s skin.Without the slightest hesitation, and despite the lingering exhaustion that clung to her limbs, Carlotta obeyed. She rolled herself over, her tired body moving with a surprising eagerness as she presented her yielding form. She rested on her knees and hands, her head bowed, offering herself completely to Cantarella’s will."Good girl," she murmured, her breath hot against the shell of Carlotta's ear. She planted a lingering, possessive kiss on the nape of her neck that sent shivers rattling down her spine. "Just wait for me," she whispered, still sweetly, with a promise of exquisite torment.Then she moved away, her soft footsteps remaining audible in the dark stillness of the room. In that exposed position, Carlotta struggled to keep herself awake; anticipation bled tantalizingly into fear. She knew what was coming, she had anticipated it, craved it even, but the waiting was a torment in itself.The next sound she could hear was one of a cabinet door being opened and the rustle of some fabric. The heartbeat drummed in Carlotta's ears like a desperate band against her ribs. She closed her eyes, focusing on the feel of the cool air against her flushed skin.Finally, she felt Cantarella’s presence behind her again.Cantarella’s fingers, gentle but firm, parted her already moist flesh. Carlotta gasped, a sharp intake of breath as the smooth, cool surface of the strap-on slid inside her. She was already slick and swollen from Cantarella’s earlier ministrations, and the toy slid in with surprising ease. It filled her completely, a satisfying pressure that promised intense pleasure.Carlotta's breath hitched as she felt the familiar length and girth of the strap against her sensitive flesh. Cantarella's fingers traced the smooth expanse of Carlotta's back, sending shivers down her spine. The sight was intoxicating—Carlotta's dimples of Venus peeking through, her Tacet Mark glowing with desire, and the way she took the strap with such abandon.Cantarella's hands moved to Carlotta's already soft waist, fingers digging into that soft flesh as she started to move. The bed creaked under each thrust as the sounds mingled together with the slap of skin and the moans that escaped Carlotta's lips. Each letter of her name was a prayer on Carlotta's lips as she uttered syllables that would be a testimony of all pleasures she was experiencing.Like a second skin beneath it, the strap brought an aphrodisiac sweetness to each sensation. Cantarella's angle was perfect—thrust after thrust sent vast waves of pleasure through both sides of Carlotta's body. Carlotta just had to take it completely; hips swinging to Cantarella's with equal force. Friction was almost impossible to bear, but the urge for more became intensified as Carlotta longed to feel Cantarella completely through her.Falling more from l@st and desire. Cantarella's hands, strong and certain, cemented Carlotta's waist to mold her body to her liking. Carlotta knew, in a dizzying certainty, that bruises would bloom there later, souvenirs of this exquisite torment. But right now, she couldn't care less.The angle, the pressure, the depth. It was all consuming. Carlotta's nails dug into the sheets as she desperately tried to anchor herself, to maintain some semblance of control in the face of the overwhelming sensations. But it was a losing battle. Sanity long forgotten. The aphrodisiac had stripped away her inhibitions, leaving her raw and exposed, a willing offering to Cantarella's skilled ministrations. Each thrust was a spark; each spark ignited a raging fire within her. She was falling, headfirst into an abyss of pure lust, not caring at all to stop.Cantarella was clearly sensing Carlotta's surrender; she became more deliberate, more insistent. And then she did something that sent an entirely new wave of pleasure crashing over Carlotta. She reached forward, taking Carlotta's hands and pressing them against her own back, urging her to hold on, to feel the muscles flex and strain beneath her touch. Then, Cantarella released her grip, letting Carlotta's head fall back onto the sheets. A strangled moan escaped Carlotta's lips, a sound that was both desperate and delighted. She twisted her fingers in the silken fabric, bunching it in her fists as she braced herself for the next onslaught.The world had narrowed down to the feel of the strap inside her, the rhythmic pressure against her cl@t, the heat of Cantarella pressed against her back. She was lost, utterly and completely lost in the labyrinth of her own desire.Suddenly, Cantarella shifted, and a new sensation ripped through Carlotta. Strong hands fumbled her hair, wrenching up her head from the pillow. She gasped, her eyes flickering open to lock unto Cantarella.Dark pools reflected in Cantarella's eyes the same lustful madness that burned within her. A satisfied little smirk graced her lips as she contemplated Carlotta's flushed face, dilated pupils, and trembling lips. Then, Cantarella leaned forward, hot breath against Carlotta's ear. One hand trailed an unhurried route through Carlotta's neck, lightly resting her fingers against her skin. A possessive touch, a silent claim. "Look at you," Cantarella whispered, her voice a low, husky rumble that vibrated against Carlotta's skin. "Letting that aphrodisiac control you."And she bit, softly but firmly, down on the sensitize neck of Carlotta. Carlotta's response was fast and primal. A shudder racked through her body, and a moan escaped from her lips—a sound with no pretenses, no control. It surpassed reason, logic, anything grounded; she was lost in sensation."But...I'm not complaining," murmured Cantarella, lips remaining upon Carlotta's skin. "If I get to see you like this."This word was a spark, igniting another wave of desire. Cantarella returned to yet another of her savage onslaughts, f@ck@ng Carlotta hard from the back, leaving her breathless. Meanwhile, the other hand was roaming to Carlotta's br@@sts, working over them with a practiced touch. Carlotta's nipples hardened almost instantly, craving some attention. She arched her back to allow Cantarella to touch her, taking pleasure in the exquisite pain. She was on the edge, teetering on the precipice of oblivion, and she knew that it was only a matter of time before she plunged over the edge.And then, it happened.A wave of heat washed over her, starting deep in her core and spreading outwards, consuming every inch of her being. Her muscles contracted, her breath hitched in her throat, and she cried out, a sound that was both desperate and triumphant.Carlotta felt herself spiral into nothingness, losing herself completely. She was nothing but sensation, a vessel for the overwhelming pleasure that coursed through her veins.Cantarella released her grip, allowing Carlotta's head to fall back, to repose upon the sheets. But Cantarella did not let go; she continued to f@ck her with violence, fury, and single-minded intent.Carlotta came, her body spasming uncontrollably. She squirted all over the bed, the wetness a testament to the intensity of her @rg@sm. Tears streamed down her face, mingling with the sweat that plastered her hair to her forehead.Cantarella knew her own @rg@sm was getting close, a wave that could swallow her whole; then the other end of the strap, pressed against her own sensitive flesh, sent shivers of anticipation down her spine. She pumped harder, deeper, grinding against Carlotta, using her lover as an anchor for her own increasing pleasure. Plump ass hitting her thighs, her cl@t grinding every thrust. Carlotta moaned loudly under her. She bucked her body against Cantarella's. Drool and tears stained the sheets.Cantarella's back arched, her body stiff as her muscles began convulsing with a series of contractions. A savage guttural cry erupted from her, raw, savage, and primal. She came, her @rg@sm a violent explosion that shook her to her very core. Her body went limp, and she collapsed onto Carlotta's back, her weight heavy and comforting.They stayed like that, knotted together in a sweaty, breathless pile, for what felt like an eternity, their bodies still thrumming with the aftershocks of their joined climax. The only sound was their breathing echoing in the air, slowly returning to a steadied rhythm.Finally, Cantarella stirred, lifting her head from Carlotta's shoulder. Her dark eyes were still clouded with passion, her lips swollen and bruised from kissing.She looked down at Carlotta, her gaze lingering on the tangled mess of her hair, the flushed skin of her neck, the glistening sheen of sweat that covered her body. A slow smile spread across her face.“Beautiful.”  A beautiful mess .  The first hint of dawn, a delicate blush across the horizon, found Carlotta nestled amidst tangled sheets and the intoxicating warmth of Cantarella's embrace. Exhaustion, a pleasant ache in every muscle, was a testament to the night's activities. And the ultimate source of it all gnawed at the edges of her consciousness. 
   That f@ck@ng aphrodisiac. 
 The memories of last night flooded back-a concoction of scorching embarrassment and unmistakable delight. The controlled, calculating Carlotta had given way to a woman driven by pure, raw desire, a woman who had willingly succumbed to Cantarella's intoxicating influence. The irony verged on intolerable. Carlotta, the Executor, known for addressing delicate "troubles" behind the scenes, had been completely undone by a Primordia Bloom and a woman.Yet, despite the shame and the lingering effects of the aphrodisiac, a flicker of something akin to gratitude sparked within her. She had learned a valuable lesson, a stark reminder that even the most disciplined minds can be vulnerable. And if that lesson had to be taught by a woman as captivating as Cantarella, well, Carlotta found herself unable to truly regret it. She was more than glad to be taught.Even if she wouldn't admit it to Cantarella.Not yet, anyway.The Montelli executor still had a reputation to uphold, and a debt of honor to consider. The night may have been a mistake, but perhaps, just perhaps, it was a mistake worth repeating. Under the right circumstances, of course, and definitely with a bit more planning. And maybe, just maybe, a little less pride.'
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