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A prolonged, contented hum sounded from deep within you, your tone fluctuating with every thrust of Miranda’s hips. At that point, you’d only taken about half of the woman’s strap, but you knew you could take all of it no problem.
Again, you groaned deeply, your voice raspy and thick with pleasure. “Give me more,” you pleaded as you bucked your hips upwards toward Miranda, attempting to coax her cock further into you, for she refused to give it to you all at once— in spite of your begging.
Miranda grunted in displeasure and pressed her lips to yours with an irritated vigor, swallowing your desperation and slipping her tongue between your lips. She continued to thrust her hips into you, burying herself just a little deeper into your pussy every time, as her lips clashed with your own and her tongue explored the planes of your mouth. But, as much as you wanted to succumb to the kiss, to just let the priestess do whatever she pleased with you, you couldn’t let your resolve crumble so easily. You swiftly bit her bottom lip, and she pulled away, her brows furrowed and her lips twitching frustratedly— she was through with you, you knew. Miranda had quickly stopped with her thrusting as soon as she’d pulled away from your lips, simply proceeding to slide her length deeper and deeper into your soaking cunt at an agonizingly slow pace.
As the priestess did this, watching you from above with half-lidded, lust filled eyes, her jaw tensed. She leaned her head further down, her front pressing against yours. “You can take all of me? You’re sure?” she whispered, a false sense of genuineness lacing her tongue as the breath of her words crept over your lips. Whether you could or not didn’t matter to Miranda— you were going to take her either way.
A soft moan passed your lips, then, as she pushed her cock just a little further into you, rubbing it almost deliberately against your g-spot. The gesture had sent a pleasant ripple of warmth from your lower belly all the way down to between your thighs, and you were struggling to come up with a coherent string of words to reply to the woman atop you with.
“M- mhm,” you mumbled finally, arching your back up off the bed a bit. “This is nothing.”
You’d said that, though the toy was stretching you deliciously, your walls clenching and unclenching desperately around it in search of more relief. Its length and its girth was far more than anything else Miranda had ever used on you, though you’d still taken larger at other points in your life.
The priestess rocked her hips then, pushing herself just a bit more into you and cocking her head to the side. “‘Nothing’? Please elaborate, ingerasul meu,” she said. She slowed her movements to a complete halt, making you ache for more as she awaited your response.
Again, you bucked your hips up, gasping in pleasure as one of the ridges along the shaft of Miranda’s cock rubbed against your clit.
“You’re… Alcina is so much bigger,” you said breathlessly, taking your bottom lip between your teeth. “When she fucks me, she fucks me absolutely dumb. She’s just so big- “
Your words then faltered into a long whine as Miranda thrust fully into you, her pelvis bumping against yours as she abandoned her care to let you slowly get used to the size of the new toy. Her hips picked up an unrelenting pace in no time at all, your consistent whimpers and moans filling the air alongside the slapping of skin. Though, you still felt a strong need to tease the priestess, so you tried to speak. Your voice came out in a pathetic, shaky tone as she continued to fuck you into the mattress— but you didn’t care.
“W- when Alcina- fuck- uses her cock on me… I can feel it right here,” you said, bringing a hand up to your stomach.
At your word, Miranda grumbled something in her mother tongue— just the reaction you’d been hoping for— and she dipped her head down so that her lips grazed the skin of your neck. She didn’t respond to your taunts vocally anymore, rather, she began to bite and suck bruises deep into your neck, soothing the wounds with wet kisses afterwards. Her hips never ceased their movements, and you whined and slurred your words as she pushed you so very close to the edge. But even still, you wanted to toy with her a bit. It was the only way you were ever able to get the better of her, make her lose her composure— for you knew she absolutely hated having her ability to please you questioned or compared to that of the countess’s. Maybe it made her feel inferior— insecure, perhaps. Which were, and always would be, two extremely unfamiliar concepts to the priestess.
You wrapped your legs around Miranda, pulling her in closer and drawing her cock even deeper into you, all the way to the hilt. The woman let out a soft gasp as the toy rubbed against her own clit, but she quickly regained her composure and reverted back to her usual, disinterested nature.
Just as you parted your lips to speak, though, the priestess rolled her hips against you, sending a pleasant tingle up your spine, the coil within you tightening further— if that was even possible.
Then, through still heavy breaths and a weak, yet teasing grin, you managed to mumble, “Hm… Alcina fucks me so-“ you cut yourself off again, something between a choked gasp for air and a throaty moan escaping your lips as Miranda ground her strap into you. You gave yourself a chance to catch your breath, and then continued to speak in spite of your better judgment. “She’s so much better. She fills me up more than you, reaches spots you’ll- never touch. She even-“
A small yelp from between your own lips suddenly interrupted your sentence as the priestess flipped you over onto your stomach— good god, you thought, she wasn’t letting you get even a sentence out. She leaned forward, pressing her front flush against your back and brushing her lips along the shell of your ear. “Enough, you impertinent whore,” the woman seethed, beginning to thrust her cock into your dripping cunt again.
As she moved, picking up her pace as time passed, you whimpered and gasped and the bedframe beat against the wall in tandem with the harsh movements of the woman behind you. You buried your face into the mattress, stifling your sounds of pleasure and tangling your fingers in the bedsheets. The priestess would draw the dildo back to the very tip, then thrust it forward again with a purposeful vigor all the way to the base.
By all means, you thought, Miranda was far better than Alcina. There really was no doubting it, even despite your teasing. You absolutely did prefer this— actually feeling something rather than just being fucked numb and overstimulated to the point of tears. You wished that the two would not have agreed on sharing you, really.
Face still buried in the sheets, you whined, “More, Miranda— please . I need more.”
The woman grabbed ahold of one of your hips with one hand, the other splaying across your bare back and rubbing up and down gently. “More?” she hummed, her sickening smile evident in her words alone. “You think your pretty little cunt can take more?” A soft chuckle passed her lips, her voice sultry and raspy with her own arousal, and she began fucking you with abandon, not giving you any time to think or respond to her apparently rhetorical question.
Her hips slapped hard against your ass, her cock hitting your g-spot in the most wonderful ways as she practically rearranged your innards. With each thrust of Miranda’s hips, your body jolted forward and you only clung tighter to the bedsheets.
You lifted your hips up a bit, pushing them back towards the priestess as encouragement for her to go even harder. “Please,” was all you were able to choke out, looking over your shoulder at the woman who already thrust so relentlessly into you.
Her cock was stretching you open, pushing at your insides deliciously as your soaking cunt practically begged for more, sucking her back in as soon as she drew back— but you still wanted more.
Miranda ignored your pleas and retained the same pace. She took note of how your arousal was seeping from your pussy, dripping down onto the mattress below, and let out a contented hum as she continued to fill you up again and again with her repeated thrusts. Both of her hands now gripped tightly at your hips, keeping them in place so as to deny you any movement you so wished to make.
A deep sigh left you, and you buried your face in the mattress again, biting your lower lip and whimpering as the priestess’s hips repeatedly slammed into your ass. “P- please… I’m going- I’m,” was all you managed to stutter, more heavy breaths and strangled moans sounding from your throat than the words you’d been so desperately trying to say.
At your pathetic stuttering, Miranda grunted in displeasure. She slowed her pace, one of her hands moving to trail up your back. It quickly found purchase in your hair, and her gilded talons dug into your scalp, tangling themselves into your locks. She pulled you back, then, eliciting a pained yelp from you as you took up the new position. Your cheek was pressed up against Miranda’s, her fingers still tugging painfully at your hair.
“You’re going to what? Use your words ,” the priestess purred, her voice alone causing you to whine and clench around her cock again.
A moment went by where you just panted, attempting to catch your breath before you spoke. Though, as you felt Miranda’s grip grow impossibly tighter on your hair, you knew that her patience was running thin. “I’m- I’m going to cum,” you mumbled shakily, your words still coming between heavy breaths.
Miranda threw you back down onto your stomach, pushing her hand into your back so as to keep your front flat against the mattress. “Good, draga mea,” she praised, beginning to thrust her hips languidly into you, her current pace a stark contrast to her previous, unrelenting one. “Cum around your goddess’s cock. Tell me how good I feel inside of you.”
You couldn’t speak. All you managed to get out were prolonged, pleasured moans as Miranda fucked you all too slowly. You’d become so accustomed to her roughness, to getting such a deep fucking, that you were being provided with an almost new, yet delicious, sensation. Again, you whined as the priestess’s pelvis came into contact with your ass. She was only drawing her cock halfway out of you now before thrusting it back in— and you could tell just by that and her voice alone, which had been faintly strained, that she was close as well.
Again, Miranda slammed into you with yet another languid thrust, hands grasping at your waist— and then she stopped all together. “I said tell me,” she whispered, rolling her hips against you in a way that sent a string of desperate mewls spilling from your lips.
Your body twitched pleasurably and you shifted your hips, searching for the release which Miranda was currently denying you so. “You- you feel so good inside me, Mother Miranda,” you whimpered, your voice muffled from still being buried in the sheets. “Please… I’m all yours. Only- yours. Please let me cum all over your cock.”
At your final word, the priestess gave an affirming squeeze to your hips. But, with that, she pulled out of you. A soft gasp escaped your lips at the sudden emptiness of your cunt, and you squirmed pathetically as you felt the orgasm you’d been so close to slowly slipping away.
“Oh, why,” you groaned, “why do-“
Miranda gently hushed you, stroking your hair as she got up and stood beside the bed where you lay. “I want you to fuck yourself on my cock, now. I’d like to be able to see your face,” the priestess quickly took her hand away from your hair, eliciting yet another pathetic whine from you. The bed then dipped down as she crawled onto it, positioning herself beside you while you kept your face buried in the sheets. Though, it was but seconds before you were sitting up on your knees above Miranda’s cock, guiding the tip to your entrance as you gripped onto the woman’s shoulders for support. She smiled up at you, hands resting so gently on your waist that it was nearly intolerable. “Good,” Miranda said, her tone of voice still telling you that she was on the very cusp of her own orgasm.
As you lowered yourself down a bit, taking just the tip of Miranda’s strap, you bit your bottom lip and moaned ever so softly. Your grip on her shoulders tightened, as did hers on your waist. God, you were so close, you’d begun to fear that you’d cum before you even got half of Miranda’s cock back into you. But, you continued to lower yourself down slowly, trying to focus on breathing rather than the imminent orgasm which threatened to tear from your chest.
Miranda’s voice came from before you again, and she took a hand from your hip and began stroking your hair, then the side of your face. “There. Just like that. Now— fuck yourself, ingerasul meu, like the pretty little whore you are.”
Now, you didn’t necessarily prefer it when Miranda spoke like that. She didn’t do it all too often, but when she did, it never failed to make you feel lesser than you truly were. You had tried to enjoy it at one point, but it’d simply proven impossible. Still, you didn’t mention your distaste for it— you knew you’d only get in trouble.
And so, you obeyed Miranda, beginning to rock your hips back and forth slowly on her lap as soon as you’d lowered yourself the rest of the way. Her cock was now reaching your deepest and most sensitive spots, spots that’d been aching for stimulation for far too long.
“Shit… Miri, I- “ you stuttered, your eyes screwed shut as your words faltered and you’d begun to focus solely on how your hips were moving, and truly how much Miranda was filling you up just then.
The priestess unexpectedly bucked her hips up, pulling a small, pleasured cry from your chest. She splayed a hand across your stomach, the other still on one of your hips— which continued to grind down onto her strap.
She mocked your stuttering, digging her rings into the skin of your hip as she watched your face go flush. “You’re what?” she asked gently.
“I’m- I’m gonna-” you let a pleasured gasp interrupt your sentence, your hips beginning to move more erratically. “I’m- I’m so close… I can’t- do it myself.”
You leaned your head forward, then, burying it in the crook of Miranda’s neck while trying so desperately to keep grinding on her cock. Your hips faltered in their movements and you whimpered almost pitifully, though no sooner did Miranda begin rolling her hips up against you.
She put a hand on the back of your head, her free arm wrapping itself around the small of your back and drawing you in closer. “You’re pathetic,” she whispered sharply, her lips but centimeters from your ear. “You can’t even get yourself off without help from me.”
The priestess continued to grind her hips into you, drawing prolonged, shaky moans from your throat. Again, a wave of heat spread between your thighs, the coil within you so close to snapping that you nuzzled your face harder into Miranda’s neck and whimpered in pure desperation.
“Oh, please,” you whined. You wrapped your arms around Miranda as you felt yourself being pushed so impossibly close to the edge, holding her tight and clenching your walls around her cock.
And then, with one final, sudden upward buck of her hips, Miranda sent the most relieving orgasm tearing from your chest. You rode out your high, continuing to bury your face in the priestess’s neck and shoulder, strangled moans and gasps of pleasure continually escaping your lips.
When you finally stilled, you muttered something to Miranda incoherently, your words coming to you between ragged breaths which struggled to steady. The priestess shifted under you.
“What?” she asked, her tone only faintly harsh and her volume just above a whisper.
You pulled your head back to look at her, then grabbed ahold of her shoulders again as you said, “Don’t you need me to—?”
Miranda shook her head. She brought a hand up to brush away the hair which had been plastered to your face by a thin coat of sweat, and then began to stroke your cheek with her thumb. “No. Let’s get you resting, hm?”
“But-“
A still-taloned forefinger was quickly pressed to your lips. “Ah, no buts. Truly, dragostea mea, I’m alright.”
You simply nodded your head yes, not speaking another word in sheer obedience to your priestess. She lifted you up off her lap with a surprising amount of ease— something you’d only ever seen from the countess, never Miranda. You were laid down on one side of the bed, and you quickly buried your face in the pillows and shut your eyes. Miranda could be heard seconds later getting up and tossing the toy carelessly to the floor, unfastening the harness from her hips, and changing out of her robe. She made her way back to the bed and laid down beside you, pulling the comforter over the both of you.
A soft and contented hum passed your lips as you scooted towards her, laying your head on her chest and wrapping your arm around her waist. But then, you remembered— tomorrow you were to go to the castle. You sighed quietly, although not quietly enough, as Miranda had heard and taken notice of your abrupt shift in demeanor.
The priestess brought a hand to your head and began raking her now bare fingers languidly along your scalp. “What’s the matter?” she asked, her voice rich like honey— and as sweet as it, too. She was always so much kinder after finishing, which apparently you’d missed through your own haze of arousal, otherwise she would’ve had you do something more when you’d offered.
Again, you sighed and shifted a bit before mumbling, “I don’t want to go to Alcina’s tomorrow. I want to stay with you.” Your entire body was beginning to give way to the tiredness you’d so suddenly become plagued with, you felt, melting into the priestess’s repeated stroking of your hair, trying so helplessly to get closer to her.
“I thought you said she was better than me. Did you not?” Miranda stopped stroking your hair for a moment, but resumed as soon as you began to speak.
“I was only teasing. I’m sorry.”
A very faint huff of air left the priestess, then she pressed an oddly gentle kiss to your temple. “It’s alright, ingerasul meu. And you can stay here tomorrow, if you so wish.”
You lifted your head up just a bit, turning to look at the priestess with tired, heavy-lidded eyes. “What?”
“Mhm,” she pushed your head back down onto her chest with such gentleness that it pulled a pleased little breath out from between your lips. “I can have it arranged.”
A relieved sigh left you, and you were finally able to relax fully into Miranda. You let out a small sound of acknowledgement, and then a barely audible, “Thank you.”
Miranda pulled you closer as you spoke, wrapping her arms tightly around you— which made you feel more secure than ever with her, knowing that she liked having you close as much as you did her. You were falling fast asleep, though you still made an effort to press a kiss to the woman’s collarbone before drifting off for the night.
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