Vol.4 Ch.41 – Making Love III

Chapter 41: Making Love III

In hindsight, Rachel should have questioned Abigail more.

After how long Elaine had fretted with her decision to take the Oath, if Abigail truly had talked to her she wouldn't have made the decision that quickly. And while it was possible that Abigail had gone straight to Elaine after parting ways with Rachel, it was unlikely.

However, Rachel didn't even consider that. Having just been balls deep inside Jeanne, having her... lover... say such sweet things to her and then having Abigail show up after that heart-to-heart they'd had this morning, she didn't question it. It felt so natural that Abigail would want to be intimate with her after that morning that Rachel didn't even think through the implications.

Instead she simply summoned another bathrobe up for Jeanne, this one white rather than the black one she wore, and the two of them got to work inscribing the magic circle for the Oath onto the ground. Two celestials with conductive pens made short work of the complicated working and within a couple of minutes not only was the circle up and running but the three of them were sitting on the bed, with Abigail doing her best to hide her nervousness.

The girl had gone all-out with her outfit and Rachel was quite impressed with it. There were women who could look good no matter what they wore, women who could look like a million bucks even with bedhead and there were women who didn't look like much normally but could wow everyone if they put the effort in to put on makeup and dress up. But Abigail was special.

Abigail was absolutely the kind of woman who looked amazing no matter what she did, her brown hair always looking effortlessly gorgeous no matter what she did, her curves were immaculate and her gorgeous face would stay gorgeous even when she was bawling or had just woken up. But, as it turned out, when Abigail put the effort in to stand out she was positively radiant.

Soul Shards coloring their bearer's appearance and personality was nothing new, even if the effect was much more subtle with mortals than it was with celestials, but even so Rachel had never really seen Apollo in Abigail. Apollo was flamboyant and eye-catching, effortlessly the center of attention wherever he made his presence known, his voice and music positively hypnotic. But Abigail was not that.

Abigail was quiet and withdrawn, except when making music. There was an unmistakable draw to her, her voice and appearance had an alluring quality, though it was always muted until she started singing. But like this? Yeah. Rachel could finally see it. Now, if only she wasn't shaking like a leaf and could draw on the confidence it had taken to put on the sexy cocktail dress.

Rachel decided not to jump her immediately. Instead she was going to try and draw that confidence out, at least a little bit. And so, instead of throwing herself at Abigail she slid up behind Jeanne and loosened her lover's robe, exposing her to Abigail's gaze.

The brunette's eyes went wide at the shameless display but Rachel didn't stop. After peeling off the bathrobe she cupped Jeanne's breasts from behind.

Abigail opened her mouth to say something but no words came out. Instead a blush colored her cheeks.

“Let me just give you a little show,” Rachel said gently by way of explanation. “You can join us once you feel comfortable, okay?”

“O-okay.”

**

This was ridiculous. Mare was on the brink of orgasm from nothing more than Aurora's knee pressing into her crotch. She had heard before that being touched by someone else would feel better than doing it herself but she hadn't expected it to be like this. A touch that would normally not even register as erotic was the most sinfully delicious sensation when it was someone else doing it to her. Aurora's lips on hers, her knee against her pussy and her roaming hands, all of them were driving her absolutely insane.

And while she loved the attention, while she craved Aurora's touch, she wanted to take control of the situation, terrified of coming too fast and announcing how little experience she truly had.

“Please...” she moaned as Aurora broke the kiss for air.

“Please what?” Aurora asked, clearly expecting Mare to beg for more.

“Please let me touch you...”

**

Well, I did offer to do something special, Ophelia thought as she got on her knees in between Elaine's legs.

Ophelia liked to be in control in the bedroom. Elaine had demonstrated to her that not being in control could be just as fun if you trusted your partner enough but still, Ophelia liked to know what she was doing. Trying something for the first time for the lover she wanted to impress wasn't exactly conducive to that but at the same time she trusted Elaine enough to not make fun of her if she royally fucked it up.

And besides, Ophelia thought, she's never done this, either.

And so Ophelia took a bottle of lube and squirted it all over her breasts. She liked her breasts. They weren't huge or anything, not even as big as Elaine's, but they were big enough to draw attention. And, much more importantly, they were firm and nicely shaped, just about perfect for this.

When she had them all slicked up she grabbed them, leaned forward and engulfed Elaine's huge cock with them.

**

“This feels nice,” Aurora cooed as she leaned her back against Mare. The pixie's wings were surprisingly bendy and weren't in any risk of snapping. In fact, they felt rather nice pressed against her, the wings somehow pleasantly cool despite the heat radiating off of Aurora. Speaking of...

At Mare's request Aurora had taken her clothes off. Ordinarily Mare would have loved to undress her partner but she hadn't been sure how to go about taking the dress off without hurting Aurora's wings. As it turned out, Aurora had simply slipped the dress off her shoulders and let it slide off her body, stepping out of it. And, in any case, Aurora's clothing had consisted of that dress, a pair of panties and nothing else. Given where the little pixie's wings attached Mare was pretty sure the girl couldn't wear bras if she wanted to. Not that she really needed to.

Aurora's breasts were small, not even two small handfuls, only just big enough to accentuate her womanhood, but they had a nice shape and her nipples were the cutest shade of pink Mare had ever seen. And, for now at least, she could touch and ogle to her heart's content.

She gently cupped those breasts, eliciting a soft cooing sound that made warm wetness pool in her panties. She reached out with her index fingers and gently rubbed those tantalizing pink nipples, feeling them gradually harden under her touch.

“You're so beautiful,” Mare whispered, then pressed her lips into the crook of Aurora's neck. Not only did that let her kiss and nibble Aurora's sensitive skin, it also drew her gaze down the pixie's body, down her taut little tummy with that cute little bellybutton and further down to the girl's pussy.

Either Aurora had really looked forward to tonight or she simply couldn't grow hair down there because the girl didn't have a single hair blocking access to the prettiest little pussy Mare had ever seen. She really wanted to touch it, play with it, but she didn't want to rush this. Instead she let her hands slide down from Aurora's breasts down her waist. She tickled the girl's bellybutton, eliciting a few cute giggles, before sliding a little deeper, pressing gently into the soft spot right below the bellybutton.

The girl's womb lay just beneath where her fingers were touching. And while she was certain that all the talk of womb stimulation she'd read online was so much bullshit she still thought she could feel the heat deep inside her. She poked and prodded the spot, trying to elicit some kind of reaction, and was just about to give up when she chanced a look at Aurora's face and saw her blushing hard, much harder than before.

“Does that feel good?” she asked, trying her best not to sound as uncertain as she felt.

“Surprisingly yeah,” Aurora said, her voice a little fluttery. “But I think it'd feel even better if you went a little lower.”

Mare swallowed, then slid a little lower.

Alright, she told herself. This is it. Just do it like when you play with yourself. Can't be too hard, right?

And so she did. She reached out and placed both hands on Aurora's inner thighs, feeling the soft skin. Aurora didn't really have an ounce of excess weight on her but her thighs still felt surprisingly plush and she really wanted the little pixie to give her a lap pillow some time in the future. Not now though.

Now she gently kneaded her thighs and as she did she slowly parted them, making Aurora spread her legs wide. The wider she spread herself the closer Mare slid her fingers to the spot Aurora clearly wanted her to touch. She could smell the girl's arousal, could see her juices glistening.

Finally her fingers traced the edges of Aurora's labia and the girl let out a fluttery breath.

“Do you want this?” Mare asked gently.

“So bad,” Aurora whined and Mare took pity on her.

Gently and ever-so-careful not to hurt her Mare stroked along her slit, catching the girl's clit on every pass. She could feel Aurora's breaths coming harder and faster, could hear the whimpering, could feel the way the girl started rolling her hips. It was the sexiest thing Mare had ever experienced. And so she kept going, teasing, stroking, squeezing, kissing.

But still she didn't dare press her fingers inside the girl, just as she never pushed them fully inside herself, just stroking and rubbing and squeezing until Aurora finally asked the question that dumped a bucket of ice water on top of her:

“You've never done this before, have you?”

**

Ophelia hadn't really known what to expect. She had expected this to feel like nothing, to be the kind of thing that was only hot in porn. She'd been wrong.

Elaine's rock-hard, scalding hot cock squeezing between her breasts felt amazing. She didn't know if it was a vampire thing or not but this sweltering hot stake gliding back and forth so close to her heart did something to her. She could always feel Elaine's heartbeat pulsing in her massive cock but right next to her own heartbeat it was so much stronger, so much more pronounced. The hot thing squeezing against her tits was a lot more pleasurable than she had thought it would be, maybe not enough to bring her to orgasm but definitely enough to make her absolutely desperate to have it inside of her. And the angry red tip poking out from between her breasts on every pass looked positively delectable, enough so that she gave it a lick or a suck every time it came close to her mouth.

Soon enough she had Elaine groaning and whimpering under her onslaught. It was a surprisingly elating feeling. Getting Elaine to cum from a blowjob was easy. This was new to her and yet she'd gotten Elaine this riled up. And she knew just how to send her over the edge.

“Come for me, stud,” she begged. “Paint my tits with it.”

As expected, it was too much for Elaine. Ophelia had just enough warning to lean back and present her tits before the first rope blasted out of Elaine's cock, soiling her chest in white goo. It kept coming and coming, both the sticky seed and a steady litany of curses from Elaine as she lost herself in the orgasm. Finally, when the flow ebbed, Ophelia's chest was covered in a thick layer of white cream.

“Wow,” she said as she dragged a finger through the slime.

“Fuck,” Elaine groaned again. “That was amazing.”

Ophelia smiled as she licked her finger clean. “Yeah, it was.”