Vol.4 Ch.47 – Making Love IX
Chapter 47: Making Love IX
Abigail was almost in tears it felt so good.
At first it had been a delicious mixture of pain and pleasure that had filled her but now, after Rachel had spent God knew how long gouging out her insides, the pleasure was all that was left. Her mind could barely even keep up with it. Coming over and over again, caught in a warm hug by a woman she felt attracted to and filled up as much as possible by that same woman, she was just barely hanging onto sanity.
She knew she should be doing something, shouldn't just lay there and take it, but even if she knew what to do she simply couldn't. Rachel wasn't giving her a chance to get her bearings. Even her heart, which should have been going a thousand miles an hour, was growing slower. The sensations raining down on her were like a deluge, washing away all thought, all worries. Her ears were so filled with white noise it had drowned out the slapping and squelching and moaning of their sex, leaving only two sounds. Her heartbeat and Rachel's.
Rachel's heart played a passionate beat, not aggressive but seductive, drawing Abigail in. Her own heart had slowed down but was slowly speeding up to match Rachel's. It turned the sex into a bizarre dance, bodies writhing against each other, a syncopated drum beat urging them on.
She had felt a bit of resonance with Jeanne earlier but this was different. The music of life rang in her ears and Rachel's heartbeat told Abigail more about the woman than a hundred conversations could have.
Even now, in the midst of passion, Rachel was in full control of herself but that didn't make the way she desired Abigail any less passionate. Abigail felt cherished and desired and she found she actually liked it. And in that moment she felt that searing pain of a soul sliver pressing into her once again.
**
Ophelia felt like she was in heaven.
Yes, she was taking Elaine to heaven but still. Even if she wasn't getting any stimulation herself, she loved this.
She hadn't been exaggerating one bit. She loved what Elaine had done. For her to be willing to do that had... well, it hadn't really made Ophelia fall for her. It had just confirmed that Elaine had been worth falling for. She hadn't just done it, the way she'd feasted on her had been proof that she'd actually enjoyed doing it. She hadn't just done Ophelia a favor, she'd been into it as well. And that made it incredibly hot.
Ophelia wasn't even sure why she loved it that much. She just knew she enjoyed it when her partner got filthy for her. Something else she enjoyed was rewarding a partner for doing something special like that.
And she was doing something extra special for Elaine right then and Elaine was absolutely loving it. She'd never seen her stud of a girlfriend act like this, a wild animal bent over, thrusting into a piece of silicone like a mindless beast, and she had never heard these sounds coming out of Elaine, the groans and grunts and moans a cut above what she usually allowed herself to let out. Elaine was loving this, even if Ophelia was certain she'd be too embarrassed to admit it later.
She also loved just what she was doing. Feeling her girl bucking into that pocket pussy would already have been one of the hottest things she had ever felt without also having her face buried between Elaine's cheeks, feeling the muscles of her ass tense against her face and feeling the little pucker twitch against her tongue and lips. Elaine was clean – Ophelia had let Rachel teach her a little cleaning spell for making sure but it hadn't been necessary – and so her girl only smelled and tasted like sweat and musk, roses and gun oil.
And finally, she loved Elaine for allowing her to do this. Sure, this was a reward, but it was also mortifying. Someone would only allow this if they trusted the person doing it and Elaine had agreed without reservation. Sure she would bitch and moan about how embarrassing it had been later but she had allowed it and she was loving it, had allowed Ophelia to see her in a more vulnerable position than anyone else had.
She was pulled out of her musings when she felt Elaine's body seizing up, telling her her girl was about to cum.
“Look down and open that pretty mouth for me,” Ophelia teased before going as hard as she could. She shoved her face in there, her tongue sliding into Elaine's little hole, while she pumped that pocket pussy as hard as she could, fucking Elaine's cock with it harder than she could have riding her.
And Elaine lost her damn mind.
The cum shot out of Elaine's cock with so much force that the spurting was audible even over Elaine's grunts and the squelching sound of the lubed-up toy, shooting out of the hole at the tip and blasting Elaine right in the face with every spurt. Ophelia saw it ricochet off and get stuck in Elaine's gorgeous brown locks but still her girl kept looking down, kept her mouth open to receive as much of the sticky treat as she could.
After how much Elaine had pumped inside Ophelia's pussy there really shouldn't have been this much left but still the stud kept cumming, spurt after spurt, until her bucking finally stopped and the last few drops began dripping down the toy and onto the bed.
“Fuck that was hot,” Ophelia said as she leaned back to admire her handiwork.
Elaine's face was a mess, painted almost completely white. Whatever skin was still visible was tinged red from the pleasure. Only Elaine's lips remained wholly free of the pearly white stuff and that was pretty clearly because Elaine had licked it off. Fuck, that was hot.
Ophelia flexed her vampire strength and flipped Elaine over onto her back, then crawled on top of her girl and started licking the sticky treat off her face.
**
“Mercy...” Mariana whimpered. “Mercy...”
Only then did Aurora realize she'd totally overdone it. She had found it a charming sign of little experience that Mariana had just kept going with her, not even noticing how many times she'd made her come, but now she had fallen into the same trap, completely driving Mariana wild with pleasures she had never experienced.
Of course in doubt she could simply say that this had been payback for the way Mariana had driven her insane but the fact of the matter was that she was so rusty she'd barely even noticed Mariana coming her brains out.
And so she leaned back, giving Mariana's pussy one last parting kiss and slowly, gently, pulling her two slick fingers from Mariana's ass. When she was done she allowed herself a chance to admire her handiwork.
The girl looked like an absolute mess. Her pussy was red and puffy and glistening with juices, her ass similarly pink and twitching madly. But that was the least of it. The blush on her face had traveled all the way down to her chest, the soft pink a stark contrast to her usual pale skin color. Her body was covered in sweat. And Aurora could see the faintest definition in the girl's stomach, her abs flexing with her labored breathing.
“You are so beautiful,” she said. She hadn't even meant to say it out loud.
“Hehe...” Aurora couldn't tell if the sound had been meant as a laugh, a wheeze or a 'Thank You' but then she looked Mariana in the eyes.
The look Mariana gave her sent shivers through her body, in the best possible way. She understood the sound now. It was an expression of “I should be saying that to you.”
Aurora wasn't entirely clueless. Of course she had noticed the way Mariana looked at her. The girl clearly believed she didn't deserve her attention. But that was bullshit. She liked the girl, truly, and she genuinely thought the little gypsy princess was beautiful. And so she decided to show her.
“You have such a gorgeous face,” she said, cupping Mariana's cheek. “Your hair is beautiful.”
Her hands trailed down, cupping her breasts. “These are perfect. Not too big, not too small.”
The hands descended. “That waist... these abs...”
And further. “And this gorgeous little pussy that comes so easily for me...”
She leaned forward, looming over Mariana. “You shouldn't hide yourself away so much.” And then she kissed the girl.
**
Much, much later, when Abigail was no longer breathing like a bellows, Rachel stroked her cheek.
“How do you feel?” For once Rachel's voice didn't sound like pillow talk. It sounded more professional but also more genuine, somehow. She wasn't putting up that facade of being a sex kitten. She was a concerned friend and a nurse.
Ironically, despite sounding nowhere near as sexy Abigail liked this version of Rachel better. Less overtly sensual but more honest. She would have loved to spend more time talking to this Rachel, especially before going through with this. Well, not like there was going to be any going back now. Once this circle broke she would either be a demigod or a slavering monster.
No, screw that. She had made her choice. She would see it through.
“Amazing,” she told Rachel when she realized she hadn't answered her yet.
“Are you ready, then?”
“Yes,” she said.
Rachel and Jeanne got up off the bed as one.
They looked at each other, then back at Abigail. Their expressions were resolute.
“May your days be many,” Jeanne began.
“And your woes few,” Rachel finished.
They each placed a foot onto the conductive ink they'd scribbled onto the floor...
No, wait hold on...
… and smudged it.
Power exploded inside Abigail. And something was very wrong.