Vol.4 Ch.40 – Making Love II
Chapter 40: Making Love II
Ophelia enjoyed sucking cock. She always had.
She didn't view it like a favor she was doing for her partner, she genuinely enjoyed the act. It was the juxtaposition, the interplay of power and submission that did it.
On the one hand it made her feel powerful. While sucking cock she was the center of her partner's universe, able to tease out their reaction while remaining fully in control. She had the entire cock to herself and could govern exactly how much pleasure her partner was receiving at any time. She could withhold it entirely to keep them on the edge or go hard and get them to cum in just a few minutes. Which was to say nothing of the trust her partner was implicitly placing in her by allowing such a vulnerable body part into her mouth. Even before she'd gotten the sharp fangs of a vampire that idea had always swirled around her mind. If someone ever forced this on her she could bite down and ruin their entire day, if not the rest of their life.
But at the same time it also made her feel submissive and helpless, a receptacle of her partner's lust while gaining no pleasure in return. Usually she did it on her knees, gazing up adoringly at the partner filling her mouth, their scent in her nose and flavor on her tongue. And that was before her partner took control and started fucking her face, using her mouth and throat as a cheap, disposable sex toy to dump their load into and leave her to swallow or choke.
And both of those together gave her a rush almost as great as actually getting fucked. Sucking Elaine's cock, however, was an experience altogether different.
Ophelia wasn't a size queen, really, but she adored the huge cock Elaine had been blessed with. Being able to cram the entire thing into her mouth made her feel accomplished and powerful and even the mildest twitches felt monumental thanks to the sheer size. And not only was it huge, it was also nicely shaped, with just a hint of a downward curve that made it easier to slide down her throat. And then there was the fact that it was attached not to a man but to Elaine.
Ophelia was bisexual. She enjoyed both men and women. And while she enjoyed male musk filling her mouth and nose, Elaine's scent was so much nicer and cleaner. She didn't smell like some of the cute girls she'd been with, roses tinged with gun oil, but her scent was still recognizably feminine. Her cock smelled like shampoo and salty skin, not like sweat and a faint scent of urine.
It made the experience of sucking her cock that much better. And best of all was that Elaine still wasn't quite used to having a cock yet. Her reactions were so much stronger, so much more honest. Ophelia could tell in an instant if Elaine enjoyed something, could tell immediately when she was bringing her too close to the edge.
And so Ophelia reveled in what she did. She suckled the tip, circled the crown with her tongue, took it deep, licked all over it, pressed her lips to the base and held it there. She wrapped her lips around the crown and flicked her tip against the frenulum, all the while stroking the shaft. All the while she was giving Elaine the most adoring look she could, waiting for her lover to lose herself, already anticipating the savory treat she'd soon fill her mouth with.
But before Elaine could get too close she pushed Ophelia off her.
“Good enough,” she said, her tone sending shivers down Ophelia's spine.
That threesome with Alexis had been cute. Elaine had held back a lot, been gentle with Alexis in an effort not to spook her. It had been fun, seeing this gentle version of Elaine and teasing both of them relentlessly.
The threesome with Evelyn had been different. The dominant version of Elaine she'd met there had been completely different. She'd already caught glimpses of this more confident and domineering Elaine back when she'd first been intimate with her but somewhere in between Elaine must have found her mojo. Or, more to the point, she must have found it again. Because this new, confident Elaine felt so much more natural that Ophelia was certain Elaine had been like this before growing her little big surprise. And this confident Elaine was doing things to her, getting her soaking wet with just a few words and making her drop her panties with just a look. And she couldn't wait to see what Elaine had in store for her.
**
Mare was nervous, possibly more nervous than she had ever been.
She was just lying in bed with Aurora, cuddling, but the pixie's earlier suggestion still hung in the air.
We can do more than cuddle... if you want.
The words were at once everything Mare wanted and absolutely terrifying. She was 22, way too old to still be a virgin whose sexual experiences consisted of memories experienced vicariously and a grand total of one single actual kiss experienced by her real body. She was ashamed of the fact, even if intellectually she knew there was nothing wrong with it, nothing wrong with saving herself up. Except she hadn't been saving herself up for a special someone, she had just been a loner.
Part of it was her mannerisms that most found off-putting, though Aurora didn't seem to mind. Although right now she was finding a strange benefit to it.
Mare's mind ran so much faster than her body that there was a bit of a disconnect between the two. This disconnect vanished in high tension moments like combat or... self-abuse... but while cuddling it was still very much in effect. The end result was that even though her mind was panicking about what might happen, her body wasn't exhibiting any of the usual signs. She wasn't shivering, her breathing wasn't frantic and her heart rate was only slightly elevated.
As such, even though she was going crazy on the inside, terrified that she might make a fool of herself, her body was calm enough that Aurora didn't notice her inner turmoil.
Yeah, she could do this. She could take the lead, could play with Aurora, could pretend she had experience, could make her come apart with just her fingers, and she'd deal with the sheer terror of letting another person touch her for the first time if and when it came to that.
And so she gently placed a finger under Aurora's chin and pushed up, causing the little pixie to crane her neck and look up at her.
She smiled down at Aurora and gently stroked her thumb over her lips.
She felt Aurora's heart thump and saw the girl pursing her lips for a kiss. Mare leaned down, intending to give her a gentle kiss, the kind of storybook kisses that romance novels talked about. What happened instead was something Mare had not predicted.
Aurora's arms wrapped tighter around her waist and she leaned into the kiss, deepening it immediately. One kiss turned into two, then three, her lips moving against Mare's and needy moans escaped her lips. Soon she felt Aurora's tongue rubbing her lips, demanding access. Mare obliged, their tongues dancing. She had completely lost control of the kiss, lost control of the situation, and so she just held on for dear life, letting Aurora smother her in a pleasure she had never known.
She hadn't known kisses could be like this. Her scent and flavor permeated Mare's mouth, her soft warmth pressed against Mare in a way it hadn't before. The pixie's lips were so soft, her tongue so demanding, her saliva so sweet and slimy. The moans were like honey for her ears and Aurora's thumping heart drew Mare's attention to the way the pixie's breasts felt against hers, two small, soft pillows pressing against her.
Soon she felt Aurora's knee pressing between her thighs. She could do nothing but go along with it, spreading her legs and allowing her access, feeling her knee pressing against her pussy. It should be nothing compared to when she touched herself, wasn't hitting any of the good spots, and yet still, feeling another person pressing against her like that, not by accident but deliberately, had her nearly coming in her pants from just that.
What little presence of mind Mare could spare she used to let her hands roam, down Aurora's waist and all the way to her butt. Two warm globes, much more of a handful that the cute little mounds of her breasts, that felt so good to squeeze. Aurora's moans turned naughtier and Mare took them as encouragement, kneading the firm flesh and trying her best to push her own leg between Aurora's thighs.
**
Rachel slid out of bed to answer the knock at the door. She didn't need her clairvoyance to know who it was or why she was here. But even so Rachel's left hand danced through a complicated series of motions and the Winds reacted, shadow congealing around her into a fluffy black bathrobe to hide her modesty, not that she had any.
She opened the door and, sure enough, there stood Abigail, looking... wow.
“Wow,” Rachel echoed her own thoughts. “Uh, hi I mean.”
Abigail always looked good. She looked good when she was a hot mess first thing in the morning. She was one of those women that looked gorgeous when crying, which was good because her own performances often brought her to tears, the sheer emotion she put into her music making her choke up on occasion.
And now Rachel was learning that while Abigail looked good under normal circumstances, when she made an effort she looked breathtaking.
Abigail was clad in a red dress, just long enough to be modest and just loose enough to highlight her curves rather than just blatantly showing them off for the world to see. Her hair looked like it would take most women a full salon day to achieve but for Abigail was just the result of properly caring for it and letting the natural curl of it do its thing and she wore just enough make-up to highlight the fact that she didn't need any.
“Wow,” Rachel heard Jeanne whisper behind her.
“I...” Abigail began, then stopped.
**
It was the most awkward situation in Abigail's recent memory. For the first time in god knew how long she'd put effort into her appearance, dressing to impress and actually using make-up for once, and had gone off to find Rachel.
Naturally she'd gone to Rachel's room first. She'd knocked multiple times to no response and had then noticed that Rachel's door had been unlocked. It didn't really surprise her. Abigail hadn't been present when each staff member had given their introductory speeches but she had heard among the cadets that Rachel apparently had an open door policy and that clearly extended to her bedroom.
But the bedroom had been empty, except for a frankly obscene collection of sex toys. Dildos, vibrators, anal beads and plugs, as well as more esoteric items. Abigail hadn't even known they made dildos that size. And she didn't even know what the ones were for that were basically just long hollow tubes that flopped over, though the egg molds beside them gave a pretty good indication.
Either way, she'd gone to find Rachel and Rachel wasn't in her room. That left her with a couple of options. She could check the infirmary but given the time it was exceedingly unlikely that Rachel would be there. She could head to the cafeteria but she absolutely didn't want to go there dressed like this. Or she could just stop being a dumbass and go to Jeanne's room, which was close enough that Abigail could faintly hear sounds from it that definitely suggested Rachel was in there.
She drew closer and closer to the room, the moans and groans growing louder and louder as she went.
“I'm gonna fill you up you little slut,” she heard Rachel growl.
“Do it you bitch,” Jeanne hissed back a moment before she started squealing.
She still didn't know how to feel about Jeanne but those noises made it impossible to keep thinking of her as aloof and cold. This was a woman with passions and desires of her own. If nothing else, they were at least of a mind about their attraction to Rachel.
She waited for... a while, gathering up the courage to knock. Knocking right as they were enjoying a mutual orgasm would have been stupid. Knocking as they were coming down from their high would have been worse. And so she waited. And waited. Eventually she heard the gentle murmurs of pillow talk, so low she couldn't even make out the words. Finally, when there was a lull in the murmurs she took the chance and knocked.
Immediately there was the rustle of cloth followed by the door opening.
Rachel stood there, clad in a black bathrobe and looking like sex in a way Abigail had never seen her before. She looked like she was basking in the afterglow and still ready for more. Not a hair was out of place and while she did smell like sex, it didn't smell nasty to Abigail. No excessive fluids, just the scent of feminine musk and fresh sweat that hadn't had the chance to dry yet. It smelled sexy as hell to her.
But the best part was the double take Rachel did when she saw her. Abigail was aware of the fact that she looked good, aware of the fact that Rachel found her attractive. Now she'd actually put the effort in and it had apparently been good enough to make even Rachel speechless. The little “Wow” she heard from Jeanne made it feel even more vindicating.
“Did you want to join us?” Rachel finally asked, getting a bit of her confident smirk back.
Abigail bit her lip. She had spent most of this time telling herself that she was doing what was necessary but hearing the two of them, seeing them, smelling them, she did want to join them. It wasn't just about the Oath anymore. She wanted to see where this would lead. But what she said instead was:
“I want to swear the Oath with you two.”
Now it was Rachel's turn to bite her lip. She looked down, considered, then looked back at Jeanne. Finally she turned back to Abigail. “Are you sure?”
“I am.”
“Have you talked to Elaine about this?”
“Of course,” Abigail lied.