Small drops of sweat shimmered on Erik and Emma's skin. Despite their physical changes, they weren't immune to the heat of lust. They both panted lightly, Emily through her gag, and their bodies remained connected.
After a moment of recovery, Erik reached up to gently pry the gag out of Emma's mouth. As soon as he did, her tongue dangled out. Immediately taking advantage, Erik gripped her chin to turn her head towards him, then sucked her tongue between his lips, pulling her into a deep, passionate kiss. Meanwhile, his hips performed a few last pumps.
Still completely dazed, Emma nevertheless responded passionately. Behind the blindfold and veil, her eyes were perhaps even glassier than before as her consciousness retreated even further into the comfort of service and singular tasks. Pleasure, sensory deprivation, and orgasm denial were the vehicles by which her consciousness travelled deeper.
