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####Soon, this would be over and Lolita would simply be on her own again. That was okay, she supposed, even if the loneliness bothered her immensely at times. As a creature of the deceased, a woman walking when she should be rotting, the creamy Dahlian did not think it terrible that she would be alone. She truly hated the unfairness of everything surrounding her, but there was nothing that she could do. She could never ask Cambria to stay with her forever; that was not her role in the young Marino's life. As soon as Cambria's relief washed over her, Lolita would turn her back to the pack she belonged to, knowing that her duty was done. Taking care of Cambria's fears and making her feel good was all that she was needed for in this moment, so she was not upset that nothing more would come of this. She knew this to be true.
####The body's responses were innate, something that really could not be controlled in such stimulating situations, especially during the first time it happened. Lolita was more in-tune with these things than some others were, and Cambria's body language was not difficult to read. She was young, inexperienced, and enjoying herself despite her earlier worries and fears. She quickened the pace of her finger, wanting the girl to feel the waves of relief soon--she deserved such bliss. Lolita did not want to overwork the girl, though, so she was gentle with her administrations. The intensity of the first time had the potential to be too much, and she suspected it might be for Cambria, based on the way she had nearly fallen over earlier before the Dahlian woman had placed her gently on her back. The trembling alone was enough to tell her that the pressure building within Cambria was intense and the result would be even more so.
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