Miniarc-Sleepover-8

“Fuck!” Lou hissed as Alana continued stroking her. She squirmed out of Alana’s grip and hurried out of the water, running a hand through her damp hair. “You’re making this really hard for me.”

“I thought that was the point,” Alana muttered. Her eyes roved over Lou’s body. It was the first time she’d been able to observe her lover in “all her glory”, so to speak. Alana had little experience with the male anatomy. What she knew came from the whispering of maids, the few things her mother told her expecting her daughter, with no training and no father, to be one of the few women in Victory who married young, and a few accidents during her time training on her father’s estate.

Despite that, she knew Lou’s organ wasn’t normal. The color was enough of a giveaway. A reddish-pink, bold against her dark skin. It had the same basic shape but rather than a flared head, its tip was rounded and narrower. It glistened from the mixture of water and cum coating it, darker than usual in the light of the candles about the room.

“A bit difficult to appreciate your humor at the moment.”

Alana rose from the water, her gaze transfixed on her prize. She wasn’t too far gone to recognize Lou seemed genuinely uncomfortable and that caused her to hesitate, eyes wary.

“Oh, don’t look at me like that. It’s not that I don’t want to. I really, really want to. Saints! I expected to slowly woo you over the weekend, maybe get my hand down your pants at most. I’m not prepared for this. And I bet the saints are laughing at the irony that I’m the one holding out. I would be if I weren’t in this shitty situation.”

Lou sighed and held out her arms. “Come here.”

Alana walked into the arms, indulging herself in the smell that made her head spin in a pleasant way. She followed Lou’s tugging out of the room and let herself be sat on the bed and toweled dry. Afterwards, Lou dried herself. As she dried her hair, her lower half lay bare. Still erect, swaying with her vigorous toweling.

One of Alana’s hands caught it, drawing an eep from the woman attached to it. Alana turned soft eyes on Lou. “I…a little. Please?”

Lou muttered a string of curses but her hesitation disappeared. She stepped forward and Alana began to stroke her in earnest. The taste of its release still on her mind, the first drop of white that beaded at its tips caused her to lean forward and lick at it with her tongue.

“Hauugh!”

Alana paused. It was the lewdest moan she’d drawn the whole night. The jerking of her hands became faster as she leaned forward, licking the tip again. Seeing Lou’s legs shaking and hearing her labored breath, Alana took it into her mouth to batter it with her tongue.

Taking a page from her lover, she experimented. Licking the tip made Lou jump but it seemed too much. Swirling her tongue about the whole head caused her lover to buck her hips, barely holding herself back from jerking forward. What really did it was sucking gently, like she was savoring one of the hard candies from the festivals back home. That made Lou gibber and grab onto her to keep her balance. When she added a few licks along with it, it didn’t take long before Lou was moaning her release and she got her prize.

The hot cream coated her tongue and she quickly swallowed every spurt, groaning in delight. With each swallow, her head spun, and a burning desire filled her. A desire to be filled. Her lower lips ached to be touched and she felt empty. She needed something to fill that hole. She needed Lou and her gift, still erect and ready.

“This is only making it woooorseee,” Lou whined, eye shut tight. “Alana, we have to, what?”

Alana pulled at her hips until Lou knelt on the bed. Then she laid back and looked up at her lover pleadingly. “I want it in,” she breathed. She opened her legs, revealing the copious liquid coating her thighs. “Lou…”

“This is going to be an innocent weekend,” Lou grumbled as she settled between Alana’s legs, putting them over her shoulders. The aspiring knight made sounds of discontent, realizing she wouldn’t get what she craved. “Take things slow, don’t want to scare her off. She’s nervous about intimacy. I want to punch the me of yesterday in the face.”

Alana was about to whine again but her breath was stolen as something warm dragged along her lower lips. The small part of her brain that could still think recognized it had to be Lou’s tongue but she cared far less what it was than what it was doing.

It pushed inside her and she screamed in delight, the burning desire in her gut finally satisfied. Her hips left the bed as she eagerly moved against the strong intruder stirring her insides. She felt like she was on fire, burning from the inside out. Even Lou’s fingers on her thighs scorched her, but in the best way, her touch searing itself into Alana’s mind.

She came with a loud cry, past the point of minding her modesty, but unlike before, it didn’t end there. The thing inside her became a thrashing, writhing thing, stirring feelings Alana could scarcely understand. She laid with her mouth in a wide O, struggling to breathe as her insides twisted and tightened in intense pleasure. She wasn’t even allowed to move, her hips pressed to the bed tightly. The most she could manage was the occasional twitch.

She came again with a squealing scream that was more animal than woman, her upper body thrashing in a physical effort to vent the overwhelming sensations. Her lower half lay firmly in Lou’s grasp and the noblewoman was relentless. Her next climax came right on the heel of the second, as strong as it was unexpected. Alana briefly saw white as her eyes rolled into her head.

When it ended, she collapsed. If she’d felt tired earlier, she was utterly drained then. She couldn’t move if she wanted to. Lou’s lips and tongue had sucked out her very soul, leaving nothing but a gooey mess of a body behind. She couldn’t even think proper thoughts, the most her brain could conjure being warm, satisfied, and Lou.

Insistent hands briefly lifted her and tucked her under the blanket she was lying on. She vaguely registered Lou leaning over her, panting, violet eyes dark with lust. Then she was gone, climbing off the bed and heading for the door. Alana’s eyes closed as she was pulled into a comfortable sleep.