The Complicated Sex Life of Ivil Antagonist - Interlewd One - Everyone

Author’s note: This is an interlewd. It’s lewd. There’s not just handholding, cuddles and sweet kisses... there’s sex.

This is NOT canon. This is a figment of Ivil’s overactive imagination.

This is meant for entertainment purposes. Don’t try this at home... I mean, do, if you can, but like, don’t come crying to me if porn logic doesn’t work out for you IRL.

This interlewd contains: 

• High tech strap ons

• Sex

• A very disorganized orgy

• Insufficiently hydrated lesbians

• Barely any editing, and I wrote this at 5AM

Interlewd One

She was done!

Her newest invention... and honestly, one of her first, was sitting right there on her 3d printer’s platter. Now all that it needed was a bit of assembly.

When she’d first seen the Sappho’s engineering bay, with its high tech printer, she’d imagined all sorts of cool, niche parts. Twenty-Six didn’t imagine that she’d be printing toys... so often and so soon. 

She cleared her throat and didn’t think about that, though, because her newest device was going to change so many things. Twenty-Six cleared it off the printer tray, then gave it a thorough cleaning before she started to fit the interior mechanisms. There were two small motors, one for the servos that controlled the... up and down flexibility, and another that just vibrated. That one had several adjustments to it, for intensity.

Twenty-Six had to wipe her brow clean of sweat by the time she was done, and not because the work was hard... well, it was hard, but in a... oh no, her thoughts were spiralling. 

The very worst part of all of this was that she knew that Ivil was spying on her this entire time. Usually, knowing that her big, strong, scary girlfriend was watching over her felt nice. Right now it was downright mortifying.

The device wasn’t done quite yet. It needed its little fluid tanks filled, and it needed to be checked for leaks. Twenty-Six was a serious engineer, lack of education notwithstanding, and she wasn’t going to make something like this without ensuring that it functioned.

She watched as the device... sprang into active mode at the touch of a remote’s button, then returned to its more flaccid inactive state. Then she tested the vibrations. She was aware that she made plenty of noise in this room. It was an engineering bay, after all, but still, that humming noise made her impossibly worried that someone might overhear.

And then she tested the fluid dispensary system. For some reason, she couldn’t stop pressing the ‘squirt’ button on her remote and giggling as the machine did its job.

But enough giggles! 

If she wasn’t off the mark, then the others were mostly in the dining room which was just a corridor and a bit away from the engineering bay. If there was ever a time to... field test her new device, then it was now.

Which meant putting it on.

Twenty-Six swallowed, then paced the room to psych herself up. She was definitely ready in a physical sense. That much she could feel with every step.

“C’mon, Two-Six,” she muttered to herself. “This is your time to shine! To prove that you’re the top!”

Now somewhat more ready, she moved over to her workbench, gave the device a final check, and then undid her overalls. She wasn’t wearing anything that would get in the way of the device as she strapped it into place. There was a little gasp as she inserted the bit that needed inserting.

It was cold! Why hadn’t she warmed it first? Ah, but it didn’t matter. The closeness to her body would warm up the other end, she figured.

“Okay, okay,” she said as she took a few deep breaths. Then she looked down.

She stared, then shook her hips a little and giggled. It wiggled in a very interesting way. 

Twenty-Six shook her head to clear it, then patted her cheeks a few times. “Head... heads, hehe, in the game,” she said before she adjusted all the straps and fasteners so that everything was appropriately snug. Then she pulled her overalls back up. There was a slight bulge at the front, but that was fine.

Twenty-Six adjusted her shirt, fixed her hair, and made sure the remote for the device was appropriately hidden. (She’d made a very clever little ring with a spinning dial that she could move with her thumb! It connected over bluetooth. This wasn’t what she ever expected to use her engineering skills on, but here she was anyway.)

It was time! 

She stepped out of the engineering bay and made her way through the corridor leading into the ship’s dining room.

Former dining room. It was now... somewhat bigger than it should have been after Ivil complained that the Sappho was too small on the inside. They had couches now. Plural. And multiple very large TVs and entertainment systems. The actual dining area was located further in, concealed by a few tasteful partitions.

Aurora had a knack for interior decorating that surprised no one, but Pixie was also pretty talented with that kind of thing.

Those two happened to be in the room now. Pixie was laying on one of the two-seater couches, barely taking up the entire thing while she read from a tablet, and Aurora was sitting on an armchair with a laptop on her lap.

Missy was further in, boots off as she painted her toe-nails. Across from her, Pepper was arguing with someone over the phone in a low, hushed voice.

The only one missing was Ivil and...

And she stepped into the room and gave Twenty-Six the most knowing grin ever. Twenty-Six felt her cheeks warming up again, but she took a deep breath and calmed herself.

Right... now to...

“Fuck,” Twenty-Six whispered. She knew that Aurora didn’t like anyone swearing and she was making an effort not to, but...

“You didn’t think this far ahead?” Ivil asked as she took a seat in the middle of the largest couch like a queen taking a throne.

Missy glanced up, then noticed Twenty-Six. “What’s that?” She asked, her attention obviously not on Twenty-Six’s eyes.

“I think Twenty-Six has something to tell us,” Ivil said.

She was smiling, the... the meanie! “E-everyone,” Twenty-Six said.

Aurora’s laptop shut with a click, and Pepper hung up.

The room suddenly felt very, very silent... why had she not let the air-con system make a bit of noise, to fill it? Stupid need to keep everything in tip-top. 

“Go on,” Ivil encouraged.

“Everyone,” she said. “I’ve, uh, I’ve decided that I’m going to be a, ah, top. Sexually, I mean.”

Missy blinked slowly. “The whole concept of top and bottom is, at best, a gross oversimplification of sexual dynamics. You can’t just frame things into a binary like that, it’s reductive, and it calls back too strongly to heteronormativity. Relationships thrive in a spectrum more than anything. You shouldn’t assign static roles to yourself,” Missy said.

“Uh,” Twenty-Six replied.

“I don’t know,” Ivil replied. “I like it. For example, I’m at the top, and everyone else is a bottom by contrast.”

“I have a penis!” Twenty-Six yelled, which really did wonders to bring the topic back.

Aurora started to cough, and she noticed Pixie very slowly glance down towards her crotch area. “Since... when?” Pixie asked.

“Just now? It’s... it’s still in beta?” Twenty-Six said.

Pepper stood up. “I’ll be away from whatever is developing here. Someone use some air-freshener when you’re done.” And with that, she exited stage left.

Twenty-Six looked to the others, trying to gauge interest. “You should start with Aurora,” Ivil said. “She’s the most bottom one here.”

“What? No I’m not,” Aurora said.

Missy continued to paint her toenails. She was almost done. “Yeah, as much as I disagree with the whole concept, you are.”

Aurora huffed, then she looked to Twenty-Six fully. “Can you explain some more? I imagine that you didn’t just walk in here with a strap-on and expect mind blowing sex from it?”

“Uh,” Twenty-Six said. “It’s not just a strap-on?”

“Oh my god, she did,” Pixie whispered just loud enough for Twenty-Six to hear.

“Careful, you’re second from the bottom on the... bottom tier-list,” Ivil said.

“Hey!” Pixie said. 

“Don’t worry, your ass is far closer to the top of the ass tier-list, don’t confuse the two,” Ivil said.

“Who has the nicest?” Aurora asked.

“Me,” Ivil said.

Twenty-Six shrugged. She had to admit... yeah, those tight uniform-style pantsuits did a whole lot. “A-anyway!” Twenty-Six said. “I think this was a bad idea.”

“No, no, it’s a great idea,” Ivil said. “But being a top isn’t about having equipment, its about attitude. The equipment certainly helps. Look.” Ivil stood up, then walked across to where Aurora was sitting. “Stand up,” she ordered.

Aurora swallowed. “Pardon?”

Ivil reached down and, very lightly, touched Aurora on the chin. “Up,” she said. 

Aurora stood up. Ivil was much taller than her, of course, but it rarely showed until she was towering above. She leaned down and whispered something into Aurora’s ear that had the noble lady flushing. Then she gave Aurora’s cheek a peck. 

“See, like that.”

“I, uh, don’t know if I can do that,” Twenty-Six said. 

“Hmm, I suppose I’m too far up the scale for you.”

“No such thing,” Missy pointed out. She blew on her feet, then wiggled her toes, satisfied. “Two-Six, just... ask nicely? Aurora won’t say no if you want to test your new toy on her.”

“What? I might!” Aurora said.

Twenty-Six looked at her, a little hurt. “You don’t want to? I mean, if you’re busy.”

Aurora flushed under her gaze. “I... suppose I’m not doing anything too important right now,” she said. 

Missy snorted. “Go on. If you do a good job maybe I’ll let you test on me too, later.”

Twenty-Six glanced across the room. Ivil had returned to sitting, this time next to Pixie, who looked very small next to the tallest woman in any room. Pixie was a little flushed too. 

Could she do this?

Well, the equipment had been made, and it was in a usable state, so not using it would be a waste, right? She stepped up, and remembering as best she could what Ivil had done, she reached up and touched Aurora’s chin. “Um,” she said. Then she leaned in and kissed Aurora.

This was hardly the first time they kissed. It was still just as enjoyable as that first time. Aurora tasted like cherry lipstick and minty toothpaste. Twenty-Six did the top thing and pushed her tongue out, slipping it past Aurora’s lips to tangle with the noblewoman’s.

Aurora moved a little closer, pressing herself against Twenty-Six’s front. That led to the natural consequence of having the equipment in her pants press up closer. “Oh,” Aurora said. “I can feel it.”

“Yeah, me too,” Twenty-Six said as she tried to fight back a blush.

The fact that the others were watching was... it was a lot. She’d done all sorts of things recently. It was something of a sexual liberation for her, but she’d never done much while she had an audience. 

Still, there was no backing away from this now. She kissed Aurora again. Her hands gently touched Aurora's side, then she tugged the noblewoman’s blouse out of the waistband of her skirt. That gave her access to Aurora’s smooth, soft skin.

She ran her hands up Aurora’s side until the woman reached up and started to undo the front buttons of her blouse. “I can’t believe I’m doing this,” Aurora muttered.

“We can stop?” Twenty-Six asked.

“I was redacting a very important letter, you know?” she continued. She never stopped unbuttoning her shirt, though. Aurora was like that. She’d whine and complain about how she should be working, or doing something productive, but she never disengaged from sex when she wanted it. 

Aurora shucked her shirt off. She was wearing a very nice bra. She always had the nicest lingerie, and this one was no exception. Black, to contract with her darker skin, and covered in little lacy details. 

Twenty-Six eyed her breasts, then remembered that she was being a top. She was supposed to take charge! Even if she had no idea what she was doing. So she reached up and grabbed one.

Now that she had it in hand, she wasn’t quite sure what to do, so she gave it a squeeze and continued to kiss Aurora while she figured it out.

Aurora seemed to enjoy it, in any case. Her lips pressed into Twenty-Six a little more insistently, and then Twenty-Six felt Aurora removing her overalls. 

This was the moment where others would see.

She swallowed, then pulled back, just a little, to help remove the outfit. Her shoes fell off at some point, and she found herself stepping to the side a little very much naked... except for the rather large, all chrome protrusion sticking out of her.

“Huh,” Aurora said. She tilted her head a little. “It’s... proportional.”

“Uh, thanks,” Twenty-Six said. “It vibrates.” Talking about it made her forget, for a moment, that she was almost buck-naked (minus socks and her metal penis straps) in a room with a few people watching who notably weren’t.

Her heart was beating very, very fast.

Aurora unhooked something on the side of her skirt and it fell down gently, but not without rubbing along the length of her very nice thighs and exposing her lacy panties like a theater curtain pulling away to reveal something spectacular.

“So, how did you intend to do this?” Aurora asked.

“Uh,” Twenty-Six replied smartly. She tried to refocus. She was smart! People told her so all the time! But at the moment she didn’t feel very coherent. “Sit down,” she said.

One of Aurora’s delicate brows perked, but she sat down. Her knees were pressed together and she sat prim and proper. Which was a shame. Twenty-Six wanted her legs a little more... spread.

“Remove your panties,” she said, trying to make herself sound gruff and imposing.

Missy snorted from behind her, but Aurora complied, shifting her hips so that she could slip her panties off. Twenty-Six stared for a bit. The thing was that Aurora was very very hot, well proportioned, and kind of very naked. This was a distraction at the best of times, but especially right now.

“Well?” Aurora asked.

“Ah, right,” Twenty-Six said. She stepped forwards a little. She knew what she had to do, more or less. She was pretty sure she did. Reaching down, she grabbed Aurora’s knees and pulled them up. The woman squeaked at the sudden motion which had her exposed a whole lot more.

“Wow, no foreplay, Two-Six? You’d think you’d know better,” Missy said.

“It-it’s self-lubricating!” Twenty-Six tried to say without a stammer. She glanced up to Aurora, meeting her eyes and finding nothing but love and a lot of lust there. Aurora was breathing a little heavily too.

So Twenty-Six lined up...

She lined up...

She frowned and looked down. How did men do this? She knew where things went, intimately, but she had no good proprioception with this thing. Aurora giggled and reached down. Her touch against the tip jostled things a little, and Twenty-Six found her toes curling as the other end moved inside her. 

Things were soon lined up appropriately. “R-ready?” Twenty-Six asked.

“Go ahead,” Aurora said. “Let’s see if you can’t finish this before me Six-PM meeting with the--”

Twenty-Six pushed. She pushed hard.

Their hips met, and Twenty-Six almost lost her footing. Aurora gasped beneath her, and... and this was a whole new feeling. “Oh,” Twenty-Six said. She pulled back, and then stared as Aurora chewed on her lower lip. 

She’d never seen Aurora look that way before. IT was a good look on her. More, it made Twenty-Six feel in a way she’d never felt before. Not during sex, anyway. 

Aurora was pinned under her, stuck, pressed into the couch, at the mercy of Twenty-Six as she pressed herself back in. She could feel Aurora’s warmth as she pressed in, then the cold absence of it as she pulled out. Twenty-Six allowed herself to ‘fall’ atop Aurora, the better to kiss her, though she tried to keep her hips moving in a steady, smooth rhythm.

The new angle changed things, the shaft of the device rubbing against her own clit now in a way that made her twitch a little with every press.

Her hands were free to roam, and roam they did, squeezing Aurora’s breast some more, the other moving up to tangle into her hair.

Aurora tilted her head back and let out little breathy moans. Not loud, but Twenty-Six heard every one. 

“Oh, wow,” Pixie said from nearby. It was a heady reminder that they had an audience. It was scary, and exciting. And it made her want to perform better. She started to hump faster, putting more energy into it, more strength. 

This was one hell of an ab workout. 

She pushed deeper and deeper into Aurora who started to gasp. “Oh, okay, maybe, maybe this thing, was a, good idea,” Aurora admitted.

Twenty-Six didn’t reply. She instead reached down and pulled Aurora’s knees apart a little wider. It opened her up, giving Twenty-Six more room to thrust in even deeper.

“Oh, my,” Aurora gasped. Her eyes widened.

Twenty-Six felt a surge of power. She was doing this. She was making Aurora feel this way. She was fucking her senseless. 

It felt awesome, in the biblical sense.

She fucked Aurora harder, her pace going a little wild. Her core burned, but she wasn’t going to slow down now. She was going to see this through. Twenty-Six bit her own lip as she felt a small orgasm shiver through her, but she didn’t stop.

Aurora moaned again, in a way that was rather unladylike. Her arms reached up and hugged Twenty-Six close, then she wrapped her legs around Twenty-Six’s hips and pulled her in.

Twenty-Six slowed her rhyme to a stop as Aurora shook through a silent but familiar orgasm. The woman was breathing hard, and sweating.

“H-how was that?” Twenty-Six asked.

“That was... satisfying, I’ll admit. Not a bad toy you made,” Aurora said. 

“Thank you,” Twenty-Six said. Aurora sat up a little, scooching closer to the edge of the couch, then Twenty-Six carefully slid out of her for the last time. It was almost hypnotizing, watching the device slide out of her girlfriend like that until its tip plopped out. It left a thin trail of lubricant behind. 

“Ah, that’s unfortunate,” Aurora said as she looked at her thighs. “I’m... I’m going to go take a quick shower.”

“Okay,” Twenty-Six said. At that moment Aurora could have said just about anything and she would have agreed. Which she realized wasn’t very... top behaviour. She stood up, her legs just a little bit wobbly, then she looked over to the others.

Pixie was biting her lip, her cheeks very flushed, and over on the other couch, Missy was grinning, sitting back as if she was watching a good show with one hand partway down the front of her pants.

Ivil was grinning. “Can you handle more, little miss Topboat?” Ivil asked.

Twenty-Six straightened. “I can,” she said. This wasn’t just about proving herself. That sense of power there, for a few moments... she wanted more of that. A lot more.

Ivil leaned forwards, her eyes narrowing dangerously. There was a hunger there, and Ivil licked her lips like a cat spotting a mouse. The hair on the back of her neck rose, her new penis twitched a little.

Then Ivil leaned back. “Pixie should be next, I think,” she said.

Pixie, who had been mostly quiet until now, let out a strangled sort of sound.  “Me?” she asked.

“Yeah, you,” Twenty-Six said. “T-tank your shirt off. Please?”

Pixie blinked once, then another time. “Okay,” she said. 

Pixie did, and Twenty-Six stared at her other girlfriend. She had nice breasts too. Smaller than anyone else’s in their group, but perky, and fun, and while she wasn’t exactly a curvy woman, she was still very nice, with a great ass, but it was hidden under cargo pants.

She unbuckled her belt, then let her pants fall.

Twenty-Six started.

Pixie blushed.

Missy laughed aloud.

Ivil made a little humming noise.

“Wh-why are you wearing those?” Twenty-Six asked.

"They're comfy?" Pixie tried. 

She had a pair of very bootleg boxer shorts on. Men’s. They had a very poor caricature of Ivil’s face printed all across them in a repeating pattern.

Twenty-Six couldn’t help it. She giggled, and Pixie replied with a shy smile that slowly grew more confident. “Well, are you just going to comment on my underwear all night?”

Twenty-Six moved closer and leaned down to kiss Pixie. It was fun, how differently she had to move to kiss different girls. Pixie was a lot more bold than Aurora, pushing in a little more. It didn’t take two seconds before Pixie was pawing at Twenty-Six’s own breasts. 

“Mmh, wait,” Twenty-Six said.

“Hmm?” Pixie asked.

Twenty-Six moved over to one of the armchairs, one with no arms, ironically. She sat down, then gestured Pixie closer. When the girl came close enough, Twenty-Six grabbed her hands and pulled her even nearer, until Pixie was straddling her a little.

Pixie had to lean down to continue kissing, which they did for a few moments until Pixie looked down. “Uh, how are you planning on... you know?”

“I was thinking you’d be on top,” Twenty-Six said.

“Oh,” Pixie said as she stared at the very erect metal penis. “Well, okay, but you’ll have to let me back up to take my boxers off.”

“No,” Twenty-Six said.

She reached down with both hands and grabbed onto the boxers. Her thumbs easily hooked into the hole at the front. They really were men’s boxers. They were also, she noted, a little wet at the front. 

Then she ripped them open, and Pixie gasped.

Before she could pull back, Twenty-Six hooked her hands behind Pixie’s butt and pulled her forwards. The tip of her shaft slid through Pixie's slickness and rubbed against her pussy.

There was no hesitation. With a slight grunt, Pixie sank herself down, impaling herself on the device. It was a little weird for Twenty-Six. The sensation was... different, but it was also pretty nice, and the feeling of Pixie's weight pressing her into the couch was a very welcome one.

“Wow,” Pixie said. She started to grind her hips. Twenty-Six bucked her own hips. It took a moment for them to find a nice rhythm, but they did.

It was a slow, steady pace. Pixie was in charge of the speed. Twenty-Six couldn't really do much about the situation. Her legs were splayed wide for balance, and her hands were holding Pixie's ass.

Which, incidentally, was a great place to hold on. 

It was hard to say what was more erotic. Pixie was bouncing on top of her, and her breasts were jiggling a lot. Her cheeks were red, her eyes half-lidded and her mouth hanging open just a little.

On the other couch, Ivil was smiling, watching them, and Missy was very casually masturbating, her hand moving gently under her pants.

Twenty-Six groaned, the sensations a lot. Her hands slipped off Pixie's ass and the woman started to fall. Pixie let out a little 'eep' as the movement had the toy shifting inside her. Then Twenty-Six's hands were on her thighs, and Pixie leaned forwards a little to get some stability. “Sorry,” Twenty-Six said.

“Come on, get a grip,” Pixie teased.

Twenty-Six narrowed her eyes. Then her thumb moved over the ring over her index, turning the dial on her hidden remote. Pixie squeaked and jumped a little as the toy came alive inside her.

Twenty-Six reached up and grabbed Pixie's hips. The girl wasn't very heavy. She could probably hold her up like that and... yeah.

Twenty-Six lifted, then pulled down, forcing Pixie's body down to meet her own.

Pixie moaned as the toy pushed into her deeply. The hum of its buzzing vibration was just loud enough to compete with Pixie’s quick little breaths. 

Pixie squirmed. She was trying to get her feet onto the ground so that she could stand, or something, but Twenty-Six didn’t want her to. So she tightened her grip on Pixie, and continued to pump the girl up and down.

It wasn’t perfect. Pixie was slippery and the motions weren't the smoothest. She couldn’t keep her legs spread very wide. Still, she was strong, and the motions had Pixie gasping, her eyes rolling up a little.

The toy buzzed and thrummed inside her. Twenty-Six had never used it before, and the sensations were a whole new thing, but not unwelcome. She kept up her motions, the muscles of her back burning.

It was worth it, though.

She watched as Pixie fell apart, the woman losing all sense of coherence as she shook and twitched and spasmed. “Oh, fuck fuck,” she muttered.

It was hot, and Twenty-Six could only watch.

And enjoy the fact that Pixie was very cute when she was cumming.

“Wow,” Pixie managed once she had her breath back. She looked down, then up at Twenty-Six's face. “You're not done yet, are you?”

“No? I mean, I can still keep going, I think,” Twenty-Six said. She might not have great core muscles, but she had plenty of endurance from extra-long shifts.

“Good,” Pixie said. “I might want another turn, later, once you’re done proving your point.” Pixie shifted to the side, one foot making landfall, then she reached down and gently pulled the metal cock out of herself. Her boxers were kind of ruined, and not just because of the big tear in the front and bottom of them. Pixie waddled off, a little shaky-legged, but still standing. “I’m getting water bottles for everyone,” she muttered before heading out.

Twenty-Six turned a bit. Missy was sitting back, her hand still inside her pants. Twenty-Six licked her lips. Missy noticed, then pulled her hand out and gave it a lick.

It was, as always, very erotic.

She leaned forward. “What's the matter, top? Too tired?”

Twenty-Six huffed.  She was the top. She wasn’t going to let herself be bested by Missy. So she stood up, her legs a little wobbly, then she marched over towards Missy.

Her knees bumped against the front of the couch.

Missy grinned. She looked Twenty-Six over, her eyes moving up and down and stopping in a few places. Twenty-Six didn't blush this time. She knew where Missy was looking. It was a nice confidence boost.

“Alright, top,” Missy said as she reached down and undid her pants. "How did you plan on doing this?"

Twenty-Six had no idea. All she knew was that she was the top. And she wanted to make Missy feel the way Aurora and Pixie had. “Stand up,” Twenty-Six said.

Missy smirked. She stood up, and immediately started to undo her shirt.

Twenty-Six's cheeks flared a bit, but she kept herself from averting her eyes. “Turn around,” Twenty-Six said. No, she ordered.

Missy chuckled, but did as she was told, her pants falling down as she did so. She kicked her shoes off, and Twenty-Six found herself staring. Missy had a cute butt. She didn't look like she had much muscle, and her ass was round and cute.

Then Missy looked over her shoulder, and she smiled. “Like what you see?”

Twenty-Six did, though she wasn't about to admit it. “G-get on your knees,” she ordered.

Missy's smirk grew a bit. “Oh?”

“On the floor,” Twenty-Six said. She pointed down for emphasis.

Missy shrugged, then did as she was told, sinking down until her knees were on the floor and her face was... there. 

So she stepped a bit closer, and lined herself up. Her knees were almost touching Missy's chest, and her cock was inches from her girlfriend's lips.

Missy licked her lips. “Want me to suck you off?”

Twenty-Six felt her blush reaching her neck. “I'm in charge, not you,” she said.

“That doesn't answer my question,” Missy replied.

Twenty-Six took a deep breath. Then, with one hand, she reached out and grabbed a fistful of Missy's hair.

“Open your mouth,” Twenty-Six said.

“Make me,” Missy said.

Twenty-Six grit her teeth, but she wasn't going to lose here. She pushed in, her hips thrusting and her cock pushing against Missy's lips until, finally, the woman opened up. Twenty-Six groaned as her shaft slipped past the warm lips and into the warmth of Missy's mouth.

She'd never had a blowjob before. For that matter, she wasn't sure if this counted. Missy was doing her part, though. Her tongue swirled around the metal. Then, she sucked, and Twenty-Six shuddered as her cock twitched in the girl's mouth.

Her grip on Missy's hair tightened, and the woman glanced up. Her eyes were narrowed, her brows a bit furrowed. There was a look there. Not submission. Something else.

Twenty-Six was still the top. “Hands behind your back,” she ordered.

Missy didn't comply, so Twenty-Six gave her hair a tug. Missy made a noise, then did as she was told.

She was in control. She was the top. Missy was...

Missy was sucking.

Twenty-Six couldn't stop the moans and the gasps as Missy worked her over. Her cheeks hollowed and she bobbed her head. Twenty-Six could see the bulge moving along the front of her throat, and there was a small, primal part of her that was very happy about the sight.

This was too much.

Her hips moved on their own, pulling back a little, but coming back in. She had to put a stop to this, or else... “Okay, stop, stop,” Twenty-Six said. She had no idea how or why that was affecting her so much, but it was. 

“Now what,” Missy asked as she licked her lips. “Mm, tastes like Pixie.”

“T-turn around and Bend over," she said.

“You know, you're really lucky that I'm into this kind of thing,” Missy said. “Or you'd have had no chance.”

“Just bend over,” Twenty-Six ordered.

Missy did, putting her elbows against the front of the couch for support. 

Twenty-Six reached down, and pressed her thumb against the remote. She twisted the knob to the next position. There was a soft 'pop' noise, then a squirt. Missy squeaked, and her back straightened. “Hey!”

Twenty-Six had the feeling that Missy was into the whole surprise aspect of this. “You're... into butt stuff, right?” she said. “Since you’re such a bottom?”

“What? No, I'm the biggest top. If I was any more top, I'd be Ivil,” Missy said. 

“Well, then, bottom,” Twenty-Six said as she moved closer. Her thighs hit Missy's butt, and she had a whole new view of the woman. Her breasts, which weren't large but were still nice, her toned midriff, her very cute ass, and her legs which went on for a mile and a half.

And, of course, her butt.

Twenty-Six was a boob woman. Or a thigh woman. She couldn't pick between those two. But she liked Missy's butt.

So she reached out, grabbing Missy's hip with one hand, then her own length with the other. She pressed the head against Missy's opening, then pushed.

Missy moaned.

Twenty-Six didn't. It was an effort to keep her own voice quiet. The sensation was different. More direct.

More intense.

She leaned forwards and pressed her face against the middle of Missy's back, which was sweaty, but Twenty-Six didn't care.

This was the top thing. This was power.

Twenty-Six pulled halfway out, then shoved her hips forwards and her length deep into Missy's ass.

Missy squeaked. “Hey, slow down,” she said.

Twenty-Six did not. She grabbed onto Missy's hips, pulling the girl towards her, then shoving her own hips forward to meet Missy's ass.

There was a lot going on. She was sweating, and she felt her own heart hammering away in her chest, but none of that mattered. She was in charge. She was fucking Missy into the couch.

Missy was a squirmer. She wiggled her butt and she squirmed, and when Twenty-Six wasn't holding her in place, she tried to back up onto the dildo, like an animal in heat.

Missy moaned and gasped. “C'mon, Two-Six, harder, show me what you've got,” Missy said.

So Twenty-Six did. She slammed her hips in hard and fast, and she felt a little tingle starting up. A little warmth. She was close. She leaned down, reaching around and groping Missy's tits. They weren't very big, but they were still nice and full. Her other hand reached down and around, and she pressed her fingers against Missy's clit.

The girl gasped, and then her whole body went rigid, and a wetness spilled over Twenty-Six's fingers.

And, just like that, Twenty-Six followed her. She didn't even get to pull out. Her orgasm was a long one. The vibrations from the toy did a number on her, and when it was finally done, she found herself slumping atop Missy, who was laying face down against the couch.

“Fuck,” Missy said.

“Yeah,” Twenty-Six agreed.

She had no idea how long they lay there, breathing.

But she felt pretty good, when they finally disentangled and stood up.

Missy looked down. “That was a pretty good showing,” she said.

Twenty-Six couldn't help the grin.

“But I'm still not calling you the top. You're the only one here with a penis, sure, but you don't have the attitude for it.”

Twenty-Six pouted.

Then, from across the room, Ivil cleared her throat.

Twenty-Six gulped. “Ah, right. I'm, uh, not done?”

“You're not,” Ivil said.

Twenty-Six had made her device. She was the one who was supposed to test it out. Yet the idea of using it on Ivil... Was scary, and hot, and kind of a lot.

Twenty-Six licked her lips, then started towards Ivil, a predatory smile on her face.

Ivil was going to get a good dicking, whether she wanted it or not.

Because Twenty-Six was the top.

At least, for tonight.

Maybe.

Probably.

... Ivil smiled wider.

So maybe probably not. “My turn,” Ivil said, and there was a very suspicious bulge in her pants.

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