She was doing fine until the teeth came out. That one little nip, though...

The warmth of a summer night—one of the few every year—caressed Telly's bare skin, keeping her warm despite the lack of clothing. Her legs ached from being bound tightly shin to thigh, flesh pressed unnaturally together by hemp ropes. More rope forced her knees to point towards opposite arm rests, while her hands were lashed directly to the hard wood of the garden bench. Forcefully exposed like this, her perngeller writhed between her legs unbidden, fleshy tendrils glistening with the promise of their venomous payload and desperate for something to hold. The discomfort of the bench pressing against her lower back was present, but a far lower priority than the burning need her Mistress was imbuing into her.

Lily loomed above her, having shed her blouse but retained her sturdy denim pants. One leg was braced on the bench while the other sat tantalizingly out of reach, barely brushing against the sensitive perngeller whenever they happened to reach full extension. Her hands flanked Telly's head on the bench's back, and her spine curved gracefully to let her breathe against the bound elf's ear, soft and hot and humid. Periodically she darted her tongue out to slide along a ridge or curl, evoking heavy panting as her sub struggled to keep quiet in the public garden. Whenever a twist happened to bring an ear in range, she idly pinned it to the bench beneath her thumb for a moment, smirking at the way Telly's eyes squeezed shut against the pain in the dim light of a street lamp beyond the hedges.

So far Telly had managed to control their reactions to all of the teasing, but things collapsed when Lily ever-so-gently caught the edge of an ear between her teeth. The tension that had been collecting at the base of their spine erupted into a reflexive thrust of their hips, straining against the ropes to try and bring her leg in range to grind against. A pitiful whine trickled out of their throat, rising in volume as Lily casually bent their ear forward. When she at last released it, the reverberations of cartilage snapping back into place chased their mandate of decorum from their mind, and a needy moan escaped with their next rut against the air.

"Now now, Telly, we're in public," Lily chided, pulling back to give them a mischievous look. "You wouldn't want anyone to find you in a state like this, would you?"

"No, Mistress," they replied between heaving breaths. They desperately tried to school their body into stillness again, though their perngeller still twitched and leapt erratically. "Sorry, Mistress."

"Honestly pet," she continued. "It's almost like you want something." She idly ran a finger along the ridge of one ear from base to point, before playfully pinching the tip and watching as Telly suppressed a writhe into a more subdued shudder. "You'd tell me if you wanted something, right pet?"

"Yes, Mistress." Their voice had risen a few steps in pitch, the tension in their body now no longer content to reside merely in their spine.

"And do you want something, pet?"

Lily punctuated her question with a sharp twist, forcing Telly to clamp her jaw shut to prevent more than a tight, whistling breath from escaping. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, and she pressed against her restraints in a last-ditch ploy to ground herself away from the overwhelming sensations.

"Well, pet?"

At last, Telly managed to whimper, "Please, Mistress."

"Please what, pet?" Lily's words came out strange – she had already placed the mazerac under her tongue, the street stimulant turned erstwhile antivenom. This did little to comfort Telly as she twisted their ear harder, though they were provided some vital relief as she pressed her leg into their perngeller.

"Please let me pleasure you, Mistress," Telly gasped out, hips already bucking to smear a layer of venom across Lily's thigh. She pressed the base of her skull against the bench, forced the ropes to bite deeper into her skin, anything to express the desperate tension that suffused her body as her Mistress let her stew in her lust.

"Fine," Lily said at last, releasing the elf's ear to reverberate away their thoughts. Telly stifled a frustrated moan as she stepped back to finally remove her pants, then carefully positioned herself to straddle their crotch. "But I expect at least two out of you."

"Yes, Mistress," Telly eagerly replied, before clamping their mouth shut around a thoughtless moan as Lily planted her crotch against theirs. At last given something to grip, their perngeller flurried across the surface of her skin, one or two worming through her pubic hair to clutch and stroke at her clitoris while the rest injected venom anywhere they could reach. Meanwhile, the rest of Telly made the most of finally having permission to rut, everything straining to grind against Lily with every ounce of force they could muster.

For her part, Lily quickly fell upon her plaything, arms wrapping around their neck as she pressed her chest to theirs. One hand buried into their hair and held their head in place as she nuzzled along their ear, lips and teeth grazing and nipping at random to evoke stronger convulsions from her living toy. Soon her hips were matching Telly's in ferocity, humping gracelessly atop the garden bench with pleasure and desire.

When she reached her first climax, Lily clutched Telly's head into her shoulder and chanted under her breath, "I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm cumming." Her moans of orgasm were throaty and restrained, rumbling out into the night air as the rhythm of her hips hitched and faltered. Telly refused to let up, however, taking advantage of her Mistress's grip to muffle her much wilder moans with the meat of a shoulder. In short order, she brought them both back to a feverish pace, working towards another peak.

Lily's breathy chanting soon resumed, mixed in with whispered praise and pleas of "cum with me pet" hot against an ear. That was all the encouragement Telly needed, and as Lily pressed her mouth against their neck they abruptly stalled, pressing their erhou to her cunt and twitching as they rode the waves of their own orgasm. Together they muted each others' moans, feeling them through their flesh instead of through their ears.

Slowly, they caught their respective breaths, going from rapid panting to something more even and controlled. Lily was comfortingly wrapped around her favorite elf, but soon Telly realized something needed to be addressed. "Um, Mistress? Lily? My back is killing me from this bench."

"Oh, gods, right," Lily mumbled, forcing herself back up and off her bound girlfriend. "I should've brought a blanket or something, shouldn't I?"

"It's fine," Telly replied, repositioning as best they could while Lily set to loosing their restraints. "It was really hot at first, but I know my back is going to be killing me tomorrow."

"Lesson learned, we'll do better next time. Once I get you untied I'll drape your dress on you, and you can take your time getting dressed while I go get the ward stones. We can talk more once we're home over some hot cocoa, sound good?"

"Sounds good." As each rope came untied, Telly slowly stretched and worked the stiffness from their limbs until they could leisurely lay across the entire bench seat. When Lily approached to blanket them with their discarded dress, they caught her wrist with a small, "Hey." After a moment of deliberate, dreamy eye contact, they kissed her hand, murmured, "Thank you," and let her go with a soft smile.