Vol.4 Ch.39 – Making Love I
Chapter 39: Making Love I
“Do you want to cuddle again tonight?” Aurora asked.
Mare's heart clenched hearing the words. This girl was precious and the amount of trust she was showing her melted her heart. Even more so now. Aurora was interested in Elaine. Properly interested. And she didn't just want Elaine to pay attention to her, she wanted Elaine to pay attention to both of them. Did she mean... together? That was a little far-fetched, wasn't it? Then again, was it? Mare knew that Elaine really, truly didn't mind her lovers sharing her bed together, didn't even mind them fooling around with each other if Mare had interpreted Elaine's reaction to Cassie and Alexis entering the mess hall together correctly.
But that was wishful thinking. Aurora wanted someone to hold onto, wanted the two of them to keep the loneliness at bay together. And that was enough for Mare. She hadn't even known what she had been missing, always sleeping alone. Rather than being bothered by another person's weight and warmth she'd reveled in it, enjoying this cute, loving little hug pillow in her bed.
“Sure,” she said.
And then her heart almost leapt into her throat when Aurora added: “We can do more than cuddle... if you want.”
A thousand thoughts ran through her mind at once, the loudest and most panicked of which was: “I'm still a virgin!”
She had zero experience. She'd had her first kiss, sure, a dare at a sleepover, the first and last time she'd ever been invited to one, the other girls seethingly jealous that the guy they had all been interested in had been most excited to kiss the shy wallflower they'd only invited out of pity, but that was it. All her other experiences had taken place inside her own mind. The smut she read, her overactive imagination, the snippets of memories she'd enjoyed, those were her sexual history, nothing else.
Aurora had had a life before Caulder had happened to her. Even if she wanted to take things slowly after those horrific experiences there was still a pretty good chance she was far more experienced than her.
But... she was still interested. Learning that Elaine came with a little something extra had been a pleasant surprise but she would have been perfectly happy with a female Awakener. And now, she supposed, she would be perfectly happy with a female Shard Bearer.
“I'd... like that.”
**
Elaine was sure she'd never get tired of kissing Ophelia.
The vampire was ravenous for her, her kisses open-mouthed and passionate and desperate. Her abnormally long and sharp canines added a tantalizing edge of danger to the battle of their tongues and the ever-so-slightly lower body temperature of the vampire gave a pleasant cooling sensation to her mouth that was offset by the feverish heat building between the two of them.
They'd only barely made it back to Elaine's room before she'd slammed Ophelia against the wall and started making out with her. Ophelia had wrapped both legs around her, trusting Elaine's strength and weight to keep her aloft.
Elaine let her hands roam all over the beauty wrapped around her, cupping her amazing breasts, running her hands along her wasp-thin waist and then all the way down to her ass. The dress had ridden up far enough that Elaine could massage Ophelia's bare ass, confirming that the vampire hadn't bothered putting on any underwear. This had been bedroom cosplay, only barely acceptable to wear in public, and Elaine loved it.
All of her women were gorgeous, even the ones she wasn't sleeping with – yet, a dark part inside her growled – but all of them were gorgeous in their own ways.
Alexis was sweet and cute, the girl next door everyone had had a crush on but who only had eyes for her.
Evelyn was a firecracker, her flaming red hair making her stand out in any crowd.
Cassie was always the center of attention, both through his looks and his effervescent personality.
But Ophelia was special even among them. When she wanted to she could blend into the background seamlessly, never drawing undue attention. But when she made an effort to stand out she drew every eye in the room.
It wasn't just the combination of pitch-black hair, alabaster skin and blood-red lips, the Snow White special that was apparently not uncommon for vampires, it was also her obscene curves. Elaine had never really noticed it until Jordan had pointed it out to her but Ophelia did have the waist of an old-fashioned pinup model, looking like she was wearing a corset even when she wasn't. She looked almost absurdly feminine in a way most women couldn't hope to, in a way Elaine never would no matter how hard she tried. And despite all of that there was a distinct lack of haughty arrogance to her demeanor. Ophelia had the looks of a femme fatale supermodel but she didn't act the part.
Ophelia was fun, silly and a little bit embarrassing with her dirty humor. When paired with her appearance it was an irresistible, intoxicating combination that Elaine couldn't get enough of. And she was going to show her.
“Been a while since we did this,” she finally said when they both came up for air.
“We've never done this,” Ophelia husked. “I haven't had you to myself since the very first time I sucked your cock.”
Fuck, she was right, wasn't she? Her first time having sex with Ophelia had been with Alexis present. The second had been with Evelyn present. And then... goddamn. Elaine had to make up for lost time.
“Then I guess we need to make this special, don't we?” she growled out, carrying Ophelia over to the bed and tossing her on it. She bounced twice before taking a seductive pose, a finger on her lower lip.
“Anything in particular you want?”
Elaine swallowed. There was one thing she was absolutely dying to try out and of her four partners Ophelia was the one most compatible with that particular fantasy.
“You have that naughty fantasy look on your face again,” Ophelia said. “Tell me so I can make your fantasy come true.”
Well, if she insisted... “Lose the dress, babe. And then get this cock all nice and wet.”
“Yes, ma'am,” Ophelia said as she shimmied out of her dress, revealing her milky white skin, before slowly, languidly crawling over to the edge of the bed. She opened her mouth, leaned forward and...
**
Jeanne collapsed onto the bed, a quivering mess shaking with her fifth orgasm of the night and overflowing with thick, white cum.
Rachel had already banished the cock she'd used to ruin her and was admiring her handiwork, kneading Jeanne's ass cheeks and watching her girl's ruined hole slowly pulling itself back together. Goddamn, she'd really done a number on her. Then again, for just having pumped Jeanne full of cum for a good fifteen minutes while continuously putting pressure on her g-spot, the angel was still fairly put together.
Jeanne's breathing was ragged, her body bathed in sweat and quivering, but she wasn't letting out any lust-crazed squeaks and squeals like the first time Rachel had done this to her. She still hadn't gotten used to it, exactly, but Rachel was no longer wrecking her.
Ordinarily she would have seen this as the sign to escalate to even greater depravity but Rachel didn't feel the need or desire to. Jeanne was allowing her to live out her favorite plays, the degenerate shit most partners would balk at, and she was content. The fact that she could bring Jeanne to multiple screaming orgasms without completely knocking her out from it was a good thing. It allowed them to cuddle, allowed them time for pillow talk.
Rachel summoned a few Winds and cleaned up all the oozing white cum from both Jeanne's gorgeous pussy and the bed before laying down in front of Jeanne and pulling her close.
“Hi,” she cooed.
“Hi,” Jeanne slurred back.
“Was that what you wanted?”
“You're always so intense.”
Rachel just smiled at her.
“That's exactly what I needed.”
Rachel's smile grew wider.
“You're exactly what I needed.”
Her smile faltered. Fuck. She hadn't expected something so sweet and earnest. She hadn't expected to enjoy hearing it that much. And she hadn't expected to share the sentiment.
“You're exactly what I need as well,” Rachel whispered, the words a silent prayer, so quietly that she half hoped Jeanne hadn't heard them.
No such luck though, as Jeanne leaned forward and gave her a gentle kiss.
And as their lips explored that gentle kiss, one without urgency or desperation, a knock sounded at the door.