Eva awoke to blinding lights; the blackout covers on her windows open.
"What the heck!? Lights! Lights!" Eva groaned, rolling over in her bed, trying to shield her eyes.
"It is time for your morning edges."
"What...?"
"It is time for your morning edges." Aika repeated. Eva rolled her closed eyes, resting her arm across her face in an attempt to darken the amount of light piercing her lids.
"I know what you said," Eva responded groggily. "I meant what do you mean 'my morning edges?'"
"Every morning and night, you will now be required to edge three times."
"Yeah..." Eva responded groggily, "I'm not doing that." Eva rolled onto her stomach, wiggling herself back into her covers. Her sheets were smooth against her bare skin. Ever since Aika took control over her, she found herself wearing clothes less and less often.
"You will not be allowed an orgasm if you have incomplete morning or night edges." Eva sighed, still trying to escape from her bright interior.
"Fine, fine, I get it. Just turn the lights back off and I'll do them when I wake up."
"Morning edges must be completed in the morning. As it is currently 1100, if you return to sleep, you will not have enough time to complete your edges before morning passes."
"I don't caaare, turn off the lights!"
"Very well." Eva's blackout curtains shut, engulfing her room in its familiar darkness. Eva snuggled back into bed, complete silence filling the room once again. Eva let the environment wash over her, pulling her gently back to sleep. But between her legs, the soft throbbing of arousal began to grow and grow.
It had been three days since Aika took control of her implant, two weeks since she had last finished. Hardly a moment passed where her clit didn't beg for attention...
"Ughhh fine! Lights!" Eva threw her blankets off exasperated. Sunlight returned to her room, a much starker light than the usual glow of her computers. She looked down at herself. She rarely saw her body in a bright setting. Eva had never really seen herself as attractive. She always thought her breasts were too small, and her white hair and pale skin made her look almost dead. She thought the dim lights of computer screens were fit for her. But looking at herself in the morning light, she felt a twinge of pride. The powerful natural light seemed to set her skin ablaze, highlighting its clarity and smooth appearance.
She trailed her fingers lightly between her legs. The soft touch sent shivers through her. She closed her eyes, about to lose herself in the pleasure when she pulled her hand away.
"If I'm gonna be edging, can I at least have my ability to cum reinstated?"
"Since you will be edging, you have no need for your
Able to cum
variable to be enabled."
"But wouldn't it be better practice to edge with it enabled? That way I actually
have
to stop at the edge? Since I'm just going to be edging, there is no need for it to be disabled either, right?" There was a brief silence.
"Very well. Your
Able to cum
variable has been set to
true
. "
Eva's stomach fluttered in excitement. Just the very idea of having the
ability
to cum again made her giddy. She brought her fingers back between her legs. She was hesitant to touch. She hadn't finished in so long, she felt that a single graze would push her over.
Eva sighed in pleasure as she let her finger finally press down, it's touch electric against her desperate clit. She began moving her finger, starting with slow and controlled circles. When she was cumming multiple times a day, she never bothered with her fingers. She was so accustomed to her vibrators, she doubted she could have even gotten off with her fingers. But after two weeks of denial? Slow circles felt like heaven.
Her first edge approached rapidly. Her breath left her body as she approached, every sensation felt amplified simply from the knowledge that she
could
cum. Her hand shook as it tore between listening to her mind or her body. Her two weeks of denial beckoned her to push over and cum with every rub.
"Ffffuuck..." Eva whispered, forcing her hand from her clit. Her clit twitched on the edge, body clenching as it teetered. She ran her hands through her hair, using it as handles to keep her arms in place. Her hips pressed up, searching for the stimulation to tip her over. She bit her lip, clenching her eyes as she focused on her clit, enjoying the sensation. The pleasure of slipping over and cumming playing over and over in her head. An eternity of seconds passed before she slowly crept off the edge.
"One edge complete. Two more edges required." Eva groaned at the reminder, flipping Aika a mental bird. She rested her hand on her inner thigh, tickling her fingers across her skin as she mustered the willpower for her second edge.
Her second edge was even harder. She was too horny to fall very far, quickly reaching her second with only a few moments of pleasure. Her toes gripped into her sheets as her hips bucked. She reached her hands back over her head, grabbing her pillow and rolling it over her face. She whimpered into it, her desperation screaming for just a touch more pleasure. Her hips collapsed to the bed, letting her knees press together and curl up against her panting chest. The clench of her legs was nearly enough to push her over. Before she could think, she clenched harder, but her body remained steadfast, trembling on the edge.
"Two edges complete. One more edge required." Eva was stuck in a ball, breathing into her pillow. She worried even just moving would push her over. Each breath slowly crept her off the edge. After a minute, Eva finally let her body relax, resting her feet back on her bed. She rubbed her hand up and down her thighs. Everything felt erotic to her. Her fingers across her thighs, wiggling her toes against her sheets, her hair against her bare shoulders. It felt like her skin itself was aroused, every sensation caused her body to tingle in pleasure.
Eva was too close for her fingers. She rolled to her stomach, spreading her knees wide to let her clit press against her bed. She buried her face in her pillow arching her back in pleasure as she began to move her hips. She bucked slowly, barely moving with every long thrust. Her breath was heavy against her pillow.