Vol.4 Ch.42 – Making Love IV
Chapter 42: Making Love IV
“You've never done this before, have you?”
Mare froze at those words. Busted. The thing she had wanted to keep a secret had come to light simply because she'd done such a piss-poor job.
“I'm so sorry,” she squeaked out instinctively. She was about to pull her hand away when Aurora gently placed a hand on hers.
“Why would you have to apologize?” Aurora asked. “There's nothing wrong with it.”
Mare stayed silent.
“I didn't mean to embarrass you, I just...”
“I was doing a terrible job, wasn't I?” Mare said, almost in a whisper.
“You were touching me the way you touch yourself,” Aurora said. “Right?”
“Yeah,” Mare admitted.
“How about you lay back and I'll make you feel good?” Aurora offered.
“N-no,” Mare whimpered. “I... I want to make you feel good.”
Aurora looked back at her and gave her a beatific smile. “Alright,” she said, then got up and turned around, straddling Mare so they were face to face, then reached for the hand Mare had been touching her with. “Stick out two of your fingers.”
Mare did, extending her index and middle finger. They were already coated in Aurora's juices.
Then Aurora lowered her hips onto Mare's waiting fingers, a soft moan escaping her lips as Mare's fingers slid inside her exquisitely soft flesh.
“You feel so good inside...”
“Your fingers feel great, too,” Aurora said, then grabbed Mare's wrist and made her push those fingers in as far as they would go. “There we go.”
Mare's heart was racing. This was too much for her. The sensation of being inside Aurora was incredible and the sight of the gorgeous pixie straddling her would stay with her forever. She looked so beautiful like this, flushed with heat, sweaty and aroused.
Finally Aurora began rolling her hips against Mare's fingers. “Push them in and out,” she begged. “Fuck me with them.”
And so Mare did, pistoning her fingers in and out of Aurora's sopping hole while the girl rolled her hips against it.
“There,” Aurora said, “that's just about as rough as I like it.”
Mare bit her lip as she continued to fuck the gorgeous pixie, her fingers filling her up. She looked so beautiful like this, riding Mare's fingers, arousal clear on her face, her breaths coming short and hard, interspersed with little whimpers.
Aurora leaned down and kissed Mare, all but making her come in her pants. Aurora looked so hot.
“Can I put another finger inside you?” she asked.
“Yesss,” Aurora said, “give it to me.”
Mare pushed her ring finger inside Aurora as well, feeling her walls stretch around her three fingers. From the squeals Aurora let out Mare knew she was loving it and so she kept fucking her, kept staring at this gorgeous creature getting filled and stretched and absolutely losing her mind because of it.
God, if she looks this good taking my fingers, how would she look taking Elaine's huge cock?
The thought came unbidden but then refused to leave. Shit, she really wanted to watch Elaine split the little pixie open, didn't she? Typhon had been right, hadn't he? She was a voyeur at heart.
It was something she didn't really feel like over-analyzing. Aurora looked amazing riding her and she'd look even better if they managed to both land Elaine. But that was something to keep in mind for the future. For now she wanted just one thing: To make Aurora come her brains out on her finger.
She leaned forward and captured Aurora's lips in another kiss, then reached out with her thumb, slick with all the juices dripping from Aurora's slit, and began rubbing the pixie's little pearl.
The girl went wild, shoving her hips against Mare's hand and screaming into the kiss. Mare kept the pressure up, not giving her a moment to rest, making sure she wouldn't come down from the high before she was satisfied.
**
Abigail had thought her sexual desires had died a quiet death years ago but now she was forced to come to terms with the fact that they hadn't. At all.
Rachel had offered her to just sit there and watch her play with Jeanne, that she could join whenever she felt ready. Abigail had been ready for Rachel to make a show out of it but she hadn't expected her to be an absolute show master.
Rachel played Jeanne's body like a virtuoso plays their instrument, coaxing out the most incredible reactions from the angel while maintaining eye contact with Abigail, letting her know exactly that she could be doing the exact same thing to her right then. And Abigail was desperate for it, though she could barely even describe what she was desperate for.
She would love to trade places with Jeanne right then, having Rachel work her body over with both hands, her mouth and that naughty little succubus tail. At the same time she wouldn't mind trading places with Rachel, getting the nearly invincible angel so worked up that she could do nothing but squirm, whimper and come over and over again. And, of course, she wouldn't mind doing the same to Rachel, feeling that tight body under her hands, trying to find out if a succubus could reach those same heights of pleasure.
But most of all she just wanted to be involved. Abigail knew that had been the point of the exercise, to make her want to join in, but given that she had come here specifically for this she couldn't even describe it as manipulative. Rachel was doing her very best to help her get over herself and it was working. She did want this.
And so she took a chance. She leaned in and gently cupped one of Jeanne's breasts, the one Rachel wasn't fondling. Leaning in brought her face closer to Jeanne's and before Abigail could even consider whether she wanted to kiss the angel or not Jeanne made the decision for her.
Their lips mashed together and Abigail let out an involuntary whimper. It had been so, so long since she had been kissed and it felt so good. Jeanne tasted like sex, like sweet saliva and feminine juices and sweat, and the kiss was desperate, seeking relief from Rachel's torment in Abigail's mouth, trying to distract herself from the maddening pleasure the succubus was inflicting on her.
Strip, Abigail heard in her mind and opened her eyes to see Rachel still staring at her, past the angel between them.
Abigail obeyed immediately, not as a mindless servant but as a willful participant eager to join in. She practically flung the dress off herself, now clad in nothing but a pair of black panties, and Rachel wasted no time. As soon as the dress had hit the floor Rachel shoved Jeanne forward, flattening Abigail underneath the curvy angel.
Abigail, for her part, did her best to hold on. Feeling Jeanne's breasts pressed against hers was surprisingly nice and feeling the angel's soaking wet crotch against her thigh thrilled her in a way she couldn't put into words. And then all thoughts were driven from her head as Rachel leaned over and kissed her.
**
Ophelia had been with several lovers and something that was always interesting to see was how male partners dealt with cum.
It was a substance produced only by guys and yet most of them were so squeamish about it. She didn't know why it was such a taboo for them. They expected her to swallow it so the least they could do was not be disgusted by it, right? A couple guys she'd been with had refused to kiss her after she'd swallowed their cum and, as far as she had been concerned, that had been grounds for an immediate break-up. Treating her like something disgusting for doing something they had expected of her had been several bridges too far.
She'd been with a couple guys who hadn't been put off by the substance at all but those were the exception rather than the rule.
And so it came as an extremely pleasant surprise when Elaine leaned down and began lapping at Ophelia's chest, still covered in her sticky white cum, lapping at her nipples and taking all of the cum with it as she did. Together they cleaned her of the slimy white substance and when they were done Ophelia caught Elaine in a kiss. Evidently they'd both had the same idea because both of them had their mouths full of the stuff and started passing it back and forth, spit-balling it into a frothy mess.
Finally Ophelia divided the gob of frothy cum into two. She passed half along, then broke the kiss, leaned close to Elaine's ear and audibly swallowed the other half. Elaine did likewise, causing her to break out into shudders.
“I love that you're such a pervert for me,” she husked.
“I love that we get to be degenerates together,” Elaine replied.
Yeah, she did, too. She loved having a partner who wasn't disgusted if she got a little nasty. But most of all...
“I need you inside me...”
“How do you want me, babe?” Elaine husked.
Ophelia bit her lip. “Mating press. Fuck me into the bed. Wreck me. Ruin me like you did Evelyn.”