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"I'm sorry," Nahla breathes, spitting out the words on repeat---a damaged audio signal, a desperate prayer---as Anisha forces two fingers right inside. She grunts at the intrusion, a harsh sting between her legs. "I'm sorry, Anisha."
Anisha looks at her. Like a confused, terrified dog, she tilts her head to the side for just one heartbeat until her expression grows sicker: her smile twists itself deranged, her teeth protruding as she licks them, her eyes widening to a bulge. She watches Nahla squirm beneath her touch, takes in the sight of it; every apology is laced with a beg, and they both know it, stop hurting me, please love me, please get me there, please don't take him away from me, please don't stop, please stop.
Her fingers shift inside of Nahla, curling sharp-sharper into her cunt. Nahla's head rolls back against the wall Anisha has her pinned against, and Anisha uses this as an opportunity to slither in and press small bites into Nahla's jaw and neck. Nahla gives a sharp inhale, shivers----Anisha is cold, freezing against her, corpse-chill. Anisha moves against her with unsightly desire; where Nahla's want is a guilt-rooted thing blossoming into love, Anisha's desire simply spreads like rot and wilt and disease. Nahla's legs tremble with her inside; she's wet now, and it feels---it feels better.
"You could've stopped it," Anisha whispers, her lips a warm threat against the underside of Nahla's ear. She presses a kiss in, begins to thrust her fingers in rhythms of fury. "You could've done something."
"I know," Nahla replies----
and the nails of her other hand curl into the side of Nahla's hips as she forces her fingers in deeper, faster, deeper, faster.
"But you didn't."
"I know."
"And you come to me now---"
Nahla knocks her head into Anisha's, forcing Anisha away from her neck. For a moment, they stare at one another, both incredulous, both infuriated, both shattered. Nahla's eyes plead and beg and scrape and yearn; Anisha's eyes dissect and eviscerate and scorch and demand.
Nahla kisses her---on the lips this time, a passion masquerading as anger. When Anisha bites down on Nahla's bottom lip and draws thick half-Lanthanite blood, Nahla only kisses it back into her mouth, thinks now I am inside of you. Don't forget who holds the real power in this situation. Don't forget that I can just say the word.
Nahla bucks her hips, starts to ride her fingers. Anisha recoils a bit---you're not supposed to enjoy this. Nahla stares up at her, gives her a soul-splitting look, her gaze an inviting dare. Strip me down. Destroy me.
Anisha kisses her back, a cruelty, and the taste of the copper that spreads across both of their mouths is far too overwhelming to bear.
