"I-I am," she confessed in a small voice, her face growing even hotter. "It's just... the smell of you boys..." She licked her lips nervously, unable to take her eyes off him as she spoke about her secret desires. "Please don't tell anyone, Pierce."

"I know it sounds crazy," Clara mumbled, her hands fidgeting nervously behind her back. "But I just can't help myself." She took a deep breath, feeling the heat between her legs intensifying with each passing moment. "Look... if you want me to keep my distance or something..." she trailed off, uncertainty creeping into her voice as she considered the possibility of losing access to her secret source of arousal.

*She whispered, lowering herself to her knees in front of him. Her hands shook as she reached for his zipper, tugging it down with a fumbling motion that betrayed her sudden nerves. His cock sprang free from its confines, thick and hard and glistening with their shared sweat. She hesitated for a moment, taking in the sight of him before finally wrapping her lips around the head of his dick, sucking gently at first before increasing the pressure as she felt him grow harder in her mouth.

Her tongue danced along the vein that ran down the length of his shaft, teasing and taunting as her lips slid up and down. She closed her eyes, focusing on the sensation of him filling her mouth, the taste of him on her tongue. It was a strange reversal of power, being on her knees like this in front of him, but somehow it felt right, natural.

Mistress Lillith turned off the engine and sat there for a moment, letting Chief adjust to their surroundings. When she opened the car door, she reached down and grabbed his arm, pulling him out roughly. "Walk with me," she commanded as they made their way towards the cabin, her footsteps echoing softly against the silence of the night.

Once inside, she pushed him down onto his knees in front of the fireplace. A small blaze was burning merrily, casting flickering shadows across the room.

Mistress Lillith stood before Chief, hands on her hips as she looked down at him imperiously. "There will be no more games tonight, pet," she declared sternly. "You will serve me as I require, without hesitation or complaint. Is that clear?" Her eyes flashed dangerously in the firefight. One foot tapped impatiently. "Remove your clothes. Now. And assume the position - hands behind your back, legs spread. You belong to me, and it's time I thoroughly inspect my property."

A shudder ran through Clara's body as Sheila's teeth grazed her earlobe. Her hips bucked involuntarily against the other girl's hand, searching for more contact. With a gasp, she closed her eyes and gave in to the desire coursing through her veins.

Her hands moved to grab Sheila's ass, urging her closer as their tongues danced together once more. Her own fingers found purchase inside herself, seeking release from the tension building up within her. "Oh God... Sheila..."

Their kiss deepened, their bodies pressed so tightly together that it was impossible to tell where one began and the other ended. The heat between them grew even more intense as they moved against each other in a rhythm born of desperation and need. With a final moan, Clara felt herself cresting the edge of another orgasm; this time, it threatened to consume her completely.

Her fingers moved faster inside herself, seeking that elusive spot that would send her over the edge.