04-12-2018, 12:06 AM
Out with the golden we sew, and the lower past that crawls.
Now, to the doorway you run, to the girl that's not lost.
Now, to the doorway you run, to the girl that's not lost.
Wait.
For a moment, my heart stops.
(You've gone too far, slut. Pushed too hard. The only friend you've truly had and you press her for sex. Why did you let her save you, before, if you were only going to rape her now? Disgusting, worthless, whore --)
But she is not denying me. With the softening of her expression comes the restarting of my heart, and my voice picks up its melodic whispering. Gradually, the scathing voice of my subconscious recedes until there is once again only the sound of our syncopated breathing filling the room, an audible reminder of the arousal that builds between our legs.
My fingers curl possessively as she props her hips closer to mine, and my own knees open to intertwine with her own. She's warm between her legs, and with her belly pressed to mine like this, it's impossible for me to not slide my leg all the way up between hers... Or rather, as her hand slides to my wrist (causing my eyes to flutter closed and for my teeth to bite my lower lip in anticipation), there is no part of me that wants to deny her the pleasure of some pressure between her legs.
I don't know what I'm doing, comes Solace's silky voice, but before I have time to reassure her that all she needs to know here is me, she's already contradicting herself. The gentle press of her silky lips to my own sends a snap of electricity through me, aroused by the unexpected forwardness of my beautiful queen. As my paramour melts into me, I succumb to the energy coursing through me and pull her closer. The hand that had been on her hip slides to her lower back, forcing any space between us to disappear; and the other hand goes to the back of her head, fingers tightening in the thick strands of her pale blonde hair; I'm lost to her touch, a victim of her love, not having bargained for the goddess I would be bedding tonight.
Her hand is on mine, pulling it to her heart, pressing it there firmly; I want you to leave a mark. I pull away from her, brow furrowing in concern, my nutmeg eyes trying to catch her blue ones to see if this request is genuine. How unexpected that my sweet, sweet Solace would long for such rough play; and yet my hearts pounds with a need to please my queen, with a need to see her writhe and squirm beneath my touch.
I want you to make me yours.
With this sinful reaffirmation, my concern evaporates, and I'm pressing her on to her back, flat against the cool bed sheets. My gaze remains firmly on hers, a smoky smile curling the fringes of my lips as her breath billows out of her from the force of my hands manipulating her body. God.
"My beautiful Solace..." I murmur, finally giving her what she'd asked for, curling my fingers and dragging my hand, leaving rake marks in the wake of my fingernails (sharpened just to the point of pleasure). "You've always been mine." My hand gradually comes to rest on her left breast, and I feel its rounded firmness with a tight squeeze of my hand. The ravenous expression on my face softens as I continue to readjust my grasp on the flesh above her heart; I care for her so, so deeply.
But the warmth between her legs demands to be sated, and the tender moment passes.
"My baby girl..." The words are cut off as I firmly move her face to the side with my nose and find my mark on the curve of her slender neck. My tongue meets her flesh first, followed quickly by my mouth, sucking her in and feeling her mold to the pressure of my teeth. Here, too, I leave a mark; more than one; love bites trailing down her neck like falling rose petals.
The hand that'd been on her breast now rests again on her hipbone; but with a far more devious intention.
Just as my roving lips come to the crest of her breasts, I pause, looking up at her with a devotion unique to my kind of servitude; my cheeks are flushed bright red, but so are hers; a smile alights on my lips as I once again take in her undeniable loveliness.
"My Queen..." Without breaking eye contact, I press a kiss to her hardened nipple; then again, with a sucking and swirling action as my hips dig needily into hers. "I am yours to command."
For a moment, my heart stops.
(You've gone too far, slut. Pushed too hard. The only friend you've truly had and you press her for sex. Why did you let her save you, before, if you were only going to rape her now? Disgusting, worthless, whore --)
But she is not denying me. With the softening of her expression comes the restarting of my heart, and my voice picks up its melodic whispering. Gradually, the scathing voice of my subconscious recedes until there is once again only the sound of our syncopated breathing filling the room, an audible reminder of the arousal that builds between our legs.
My fingers curl possessively as she props her hips closer to mine, and my own knees open to intertwine with her own. She's warm between her legs, and with her belly pressed to mine like this, it's impossible for me to not slide my leg all the way up between hers... Or rather, as her hand slides to my wrist (causing my eyes to flutter closed and for my teeth to bite my lower lip in anticipation), there is no part of me that wants to deny her the pleasure of some pressure between her legs.
I don't know what I'm doing, comes Solace's silky voice, but before I have time to reassure her that all she needs to know here is me, she's already contradicting herself. The gentle press of her silky lips to my own sends a snap of electricity through me, aroused by the unexpected forwardness of my beautiful queen. As my paramour melts into me, I succumb to the energy coursing through me and pull her closer. The hand that had been on her hip slides to her lower back, forcing any space between us to disappear; and the other hand goes to the back of her head, fingers tightening in the thick strands of her pale blonde hair; I'm lost to her touch, a victim of her love, not having bargained for the goddess I would be bedding tonight.
Her hand is on mine, pulling it to her heart, pressing it there firmly; I want you to leave a mark. I pull away from her, brow furrowing in concern, my nutmeg eyes trying to catch her blue ones to see if this request is genuine. How unexpected that my sweet, sweet Solace would long for such rough play; and yet my hearts pounds with a need to please my queen, with a need to see her writhe and squirm beneath my touch.
I want you to make me yours.
With this sinful reaffirmation, my concern evaporates, and I'm pressing her on to her back, flat against the cool bed sheets. My gaze remains firmly on hers, a smoky smile curling the fringes of my lips as her breath billows out of her from the force of my hands manipulating her body. God.
"My beautiful Solace..." I murmur, finally giving her what she'd asked for, curling my fingers and dragging my hand, leaving rake marks in the wake of my fingernails (sharpened just to the point of pleasure). "You've always been mine." My hand gradually comes to rest on her left breast, and I feel its rounded firmness with a tight squeeze of my hand. The ravenous expression on my face softens as I continue to readjust my grasp on the flesh above her heart; I care for her so, so deeply.
But the warmth between her legs demands to be sated, and the tender moment passes.
"My baby girl..." The words are cut off as I firmly move her face to the side with my nose and find my mark on the curve of her slender neck. My tongue meets her flesh first, followed quickly by my mouth, sucking her in and feeling her mold to the pressure of my teeth. Here, too, I leave a mark; more than one; love bites trailing down her neck like falling rose petals.
The hand that'd been on her breast now rests again on her hipbone; but with a far more devious intention.
Just as my roving lips come to the crest of her breasts, I pause, looking up at her with a devotion unique to my kind of servitude; my cheeks are flushed bright red, but so are hers; a smile alights on my lips as I once again take in her undeniable loveliness.
"My Queen..." Without breaking eye contact, I press a kiss to her hardened nipple; then again, with a sucking and swirling action as my hips dig needily into hers. "I am yours to command."
Kagerus
sweet nothing
@[Solace]
Uhm. Lesbian smut may be the most fun yet. SCREECH.
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