The Chimera Summoner – Ch 37 – Moonlight Possession (part 1/3)

Ch 37–

“You in there, my princess?” I asked softly.

“I'm here, my scoundrel.” Lorna whispered.

It was odd, hearing Jennie’s voice make sounds that were unmistakably Lorna. If not for the visual changes, I would have said that Jennie had been working on a STUNNING Lorna impression, in secret, and was finally revealing it.

I grinned, and opened my mouth to share the hilarious idea.

The newly blue haired rogue with startling blue eyes leaned up, wrapped her hand behind my head, pulled me down into a desperate kiss.

Her breath was chilly, but her lips were Jennie’s warm lips.

She leaned up and crawled into my lap, straddling me, never breaking our kiss. She let out urgent, disbelieving little moans. She ran her hands over me, feather light, like she needed to get her hands on every inch of me.

She laughed, in joyful wonder, then captured me in another long kiss, closing her chest against mine and holding on like she was trying to weld us together by sheer pressure.

Then she broke off, looking down. She took a second to admire herself. Approvingly.

“It's rather nice.” Lorna remarked.

Lorna blinked, and her eyes were abruptly Jennie’s dark brown. “You flatter me. You can give it a feel, you know.” Jennie squeezed her own tits for emphasis.

She blinked, and Lorna’s oceanic blues were back. She slowly dragged her fingertips over her body, tracing the slim curves and circling the sensitive parts lovingly where she found them.

I ran my hands over her bare back. Lorna shivered, and ran her hands down her front again, exploring the supple curves and smooth plains, clad in black silk.

I ran my fingers through her blue hair. It was Jennie’s razor straight, heavy strands, but Lorna’s color.

Lorna turned back to me, pressing herself into my hand and sighing contentedly.

“How I have longed… ached… pined for your touch.” Lorna hummed, then casually squeezed her breast with a sigh. “And these… are extremely cute. And sensitive. I think we would like…?”

She guided my hand from her back to cup one, perfect little titty. I gave her a gentle squeeze, smiling as she sighed appreciatively.  Then another, harder, that made her hiss and bite her lip. She slipped one out of her dress and bounced it on her fingertips, experimentally.

“How are they so bouncy?” She murmured.

I dragged her toward me with a growl.

“Show me how much you like them.” I challenged.

We fell together like we were caught in the others gravity. Our kisses were coals, being eagerly blown into an open flame.

Before long her fingers started snagging on the buttons of my clothes.

I worked with her and my borrowed jacket and then my shirt fell away.

Lorna ran her fingers down my body ravenously.

“You're warm.” She whispered.

“You're warm too, love.” I smiled.

She startled, and placed a hand to her chest.

“Maybe try without the dress?” I asked.

She smiled, and raised her arms. “Scoundrel.”

I lifted the black silk reverently over her head, letting it drag slowly up her mesmerizing form. I silently blessed Jennie for not wearing underwear of any kind. She was spectacular, pale and slender against the moon, and the black waves over the cliff. I promised myself I would never forget the sight.

Lorna pressed a hand to her borrowed heart, and closed her eyes.

She smiled. “I haven't felt warm in a thousand years.”

I pressed my hand over hers. “Kiss me?”

She pressed hard against me, her lips latched onto mine, and she clung to me. She laughed and I felt liquid dripping down her cheeks. I cupped her face and wiped the stray tears with my thumb.

“Don't stop.” Lorna whispered as I started to pull back to see if she was alright.

She hurled herself into me, crashing me back into my back, and started tearing my pants and underwear off. My cock sprang free, bobbing eagerly. Lorna’s soft, joyful laugh as we rolled in the cool grass was like rain in a drought.

We took our time, caressing and squeezing one another. Through our bond, I could feel Lorna’s wonder, and delight swelling into a torrential flood of desire as the reality of the opportunity settled on her.

Our kisses started getting hotter, as our bodies pressed together, our limbs intertwining as we struggled to close every gap between us. My cock throbbed with anticipation, squeezed tightly between our stomachs.

It was strange seeing Lorna’s expressions flit over Jennie’s features. I hadn’t really noticed before, but their bodies really were pretty similar. If their bearing and overall vibe hadn’t been so colossally different, I might’ve thought about it sooner. Lorna seemed very comfortable in Jennie’s body.

A flicker of doubt crossed my mind.

“Is Jennie still ok?” I whispered.

Brown eyes blinked at me, angrily. “I’m fine. You think Lorna would still be going if I wasn’t??”

“No.” I answered, immediately sure, and feeling better.

“Then stop interrupting and let her have her night. It’s not as fun if you keep bringing me into it. Just pretend it’s her.” Jennie ordered, bonking my nose sharply.

Then blue eyes were back. Blinking hesitantly.

“If you’re finding that this makes you uncomfortable in any way–” Lorna started.

I silenced her by wrapping her hair in my hand and pulling her lips to mine. I spent the next few minutes trying to express in every way that I could, without words, that I was into her.

Her laughs and giggles steadily gave way to gasps and moans as we rolled around on the cool grass, holding one another for dear life.

I pulled back to catch my breath, and caressed Lorna’s flushed cheek fondly.

While she was in a borrowed body, everything about her, from her expressions, to her movements, even the inflections of each soft murmur of pleasure– they were all unmistakably my Lorna.

“She’s so beautiful.” Lorna purred, clasping my hands and running them down her bare sides.

“You sure are.” I agreed, letting my eyes run over her.

She smiled, and laid on her back and rubbed her thighs together before slowly parting them, revealing her lovely body to my hungry gaze.

I crawled to her and kissed up her supple legs, taking my time and covering her with soft kisses, and nuzzling her affectionately.

“Eir.” She sighed, laying her head back and arching her back like a stretching cat.

“Lorna.” I whispered, working my way higher between her thighs.

I gave her pussy lips a feathery kiss, before licking and nipping up her tummy and over her perky little breasts, topped with adorably hard nipples. They peaked, pretty and pink into the night air.

“Eirrrrrr!” Lorna gasped as I sucked one breast into my mouth and swirled my tongue around. “I’m so sensitive. Ahhhh! Uhhh!”

I hummed happily, sucking and licking while I teased her clit with the tip of my cock, massaging my engorged head against her moistening lips and the hard little button at the top.

Her legs folded and stretched again and again, disturbing the grass as she let out a quiet song of sighs and moans.

She reached up, and pressed her hands hard all over me, squeezing and feeling with her eyes closed, like she wanted to memorize each part of me. She tangled her hands in my hair, tugging and brushing, and ruffling her fingers over my shaved side, sending delicious tingles all over my scalp.

“You like when I brush you here.” She said, ruffling the side a little harder, causing me to groan and suck her other titty into my mouth and suck greedily.

“Mmhmm.” I moaned.

I kissed my way back down her torso, lavishing kisses and caresses all the way. I slipped my hands under her thighs, lifting her legs onto my shoulders, and cupped her hips securely. With slow relish, I lowered my lips to her pussy and gave her one, long, luxurious lick.

“Mmmmmmmmm!” Lorna hummed with pleasure, her thighs squeezing the sides of my face once, then twice.

I gave her another long lick, savoring the way she arched her back, and flexed her tummy.

“Eir I…” Lorna tried to say. Then she gasped and let out a low groan of delight as I licked deeper, parting her lips, and dragging her wetness up, circling her clit in playful, teasing circles.

“Lay back and enjoy, princess.” I breathed. “I have been waiting to pleasure you.”

“Mmmhmmm!” She managed, as I dove back to work.

I took my time, slowly eating her out, holding her hips securely to my face. Her legs flexed and twitched as I found what she liked.

I reached up to squeeze one perfect breast in my palm, and she clung to my arm like a lifeline.

I wiggled up onto my knees, releasing her legs, squeezing her tightly, and brushed a finger lightly over her entrance.

“Yes!” Lorna gasped.

I smiled, as I flicked my tongue lovingly over her clit, and slowly worked two fingers into her dripping pussy. I slipped inside, and slowly pressed my fingertips upwards, pressing into her most sensitive place and massaging her in slow, firm circles.

Lorna let out a single, long, low groan. It was almost a growl. I felt her legs tremble for a moment.

“Eir?!” She cried.

Through our bond, I felt her first orgasm tumble through her like a feather floating down from the sky. It trailed down her body, building into an avalanche of pleasure and sorely needed relief.

She straightened every limb, straining every muscle, and gritted her teeth as I wrung wave after wave of joyful pleasure from her squeezing, dripping pussy.

I squeezed her back, pressing in steady, insistent movements to caress and massage her delicious insides. My tongue flickered over her lips and her clit, my nose pressed tight to her thrusting hips. I savored every involuntary spasm, every groan of pleasure, every sigh of release.

“Gods, I love touching you.” I said, when she had finally finished. I slowed my fingers to the gentlest coaxing, and pressed kiss after grateful kiss into her pussy and thighs and stomach.

“So long.” Lorna whispered. “I’ve waited for you for so long. Oh!”

She jerked, as I started working on her pussy again.

“I’m so sensitive, Eir! I just came, I may require–” She said, hurriedly.

“You’ll require what I give you.” I responded, setting back to my holy quest for her pleasure.

“Yes, of course. I believe you are correct.” Lorna sighed, laying back in the grass and squirming deliciously.