Vanessa knew how vulnerable such confessions made her. It spoke of her limitations, of what Amunet's power had placed on her. That the fear of pleasure had always kept her from what she wished, and when she had reached out for it, any pleasure had been taken from her, and placed within the hands of Amunet.

But still, the beast stayed quiet, with Javik. So she wished to take what she could, now, and share in something she had been unable to do, until now.

She allowed him to lead her backwards, her hands sliding along his arms, dipping to play against any red flesh that presented itself. Once she felt the bed against the back of her legs, she sat, feeling the curl of anticipation starting to swell within her.

"Is this far enough, then?"