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“Pretty,” Cirrus says amicably, kneeling between Aurora’s spread legs. “Look how wet you are. I haven’t even touched you yet.”
Aurora gazes up at her with big, wet eyes. She’s spread out like a feast, cunt glistening, nipples hard, everything on full display. A feast fit for a queen, because Cirrus is a queen, and she deserves nothing less. Her queen, Aurora thinks, as she licks her lips and wiggles her hips enticingly, watching how Cirrus tracks her every move, a predator stalking her prey.
“Can I show you?” she asks, fingers already drifting to her cunt. “It’s even prettier inside.”
“Show me, baby,” Cirrus breathes, and Aurora uses two fingers to spread herself open, revealing soft wetness, soaked folds. Cirrus coos in delight. “Oh, you’re gorgeous. Look at that.”
“Thank you,” Aurora says, shy and sweet. “It’s dripping just for you.” She presses her index in, just the tip, and draws it out teasingly. “It wants your fingers in it. And your tongue.” And your strap, she doesn’t say. The words slip her mind.
This is how they play.
“Greedy pussy,” Cirrus says lovingly. “All for me?”
“All for you,” Aurora confirms.
Cirrus smiles at that, and brushes her hair aside to press a kiss to her forehead. A token of approval. Aurora preens at the attention, sliding a finger in to lightly stroke her walls—not enough stimulation to be pleasurable, but enough to get it wet. Cirrus deserves a taste, she thinks. A light appetiser, before the main course.
She pushes her slick finger past Cirrus’s plush lips, into her waiting mouth, and Cirrus laves heartily with dark, lidded eyes.
“Does it taste good?” Aurora asks, teasing, and Cirrus pushes her face away with a laugh.
“You need me to tell you again?"
“Well, does it?” Aurora probes, and Cirrus snaps her teeth playfully, pretending to chomp her finger off. Aurora flicks her with her tail.
“You taste like sin,” Cirrus says, fangs glinting in the dimness of the room. The lamplight turns her hair copper. “Better?”
Pleased, Aurora leans closer and noses underneath her ear, curling around her like a grapevine. She feels Cirrus pushing her knees apart, her hand so much bigger than Aurora’s. Right. That’s what she’s here for—she really must stop getting distracted.
“It’s so tiny,” Cirrus says, gently slapping her pussy, making her jump. “Look at that. Bet I can barely fit two fingers in there.”
Aurora blinks in surprise, all bashful and docile. She doesn’t mention how Swiss and Mountain fucked her in the dressing room just three days ago, passing her around like a toy. She’ll take Cirrus, easy.
“Can I have your mouth tonight?” she asks, feeling bold. “To open me up, since I’m so tight? I’ll be good. I won’t even squirm.”
She will squirm, but it’s always easier to ask for forgiveness than to ask for approval, and her Cirrus would never hold it against her anyway. She’s too nice for that.
“Of course, Aurora,” Cirrus says, stroking her knee. “You know you don’t have to ask.”
Aurora shimmies down a little to lie flat on the mattress, legs held open nice and wide. She can see all of Cirrus like this, the perfect view, earth to sky. Like kneeling before prayer, as unholy as she may be. As above, so below.
Cirrus reaches over her for something, and Aurora frowns for a second, but it’s just Cirrus tucking a pillow underneath her head, propping her up to look at her better.
“There you go,” Cirrus says, satisfied. “Much better, isn’t it?”
Aurora tilts her head to the side. “Maybe.”
“You get special treatment, princess,” Cirrus says sternly. “You’d better be grateful.”
Aurora is grateful. So incredibly grateful, in fact, that Cirrus could tell her to run into a wall and she would do it just to say thank you. She doesn’t say this, though, because she is a good demon who believes in the beauty of conflict. Instead, she makes a face and wiggles around a little, accidentally-on-purpose kneeing Cirrus in the thigh.
“Stop that,” Cirrus scolds, batting her away, but Aurora just does it again. “Aurora. Behave.”
“I am behaving,” Aurora says.
Cirrus slaps her right on the tit.
“Ow!” Aurora grumbles, rubbing her chest. “That was mean. My nipples are sensitive , Cir.”
“I know,” Cirrus says simply. “Behave, or I’ll do it again.”
Well, that’s one conflict over and done with. Content, Aurora opens her legs a little wider, as much as she can. She hopes it’s a pretty view. She hopes Cirrus tells her it’s a pretty view.
“You spread your legs so easily, baby,” Cirrus says. She drags a finger from Aurora’s belly button all the way down to the dark thatch of hair at the apex of her thighs, stopping just shy of her clit. Aurora chases the contact, but Cirrus takes her finger away too quickly.
And then Cirrus is moving, shuffling down onto her stomach, hoisting Aurora’s legs over her shoulders. She’s wrapping her arms around Aurora’s thighs, all the better to keep her still, her mouth so close to where Aurora wants her the most, breathing out warmly onto the heated skin of her body, the most secret place she has to offer, and—
“Cirrus,” Aurora gasps. “Oh, fuck—”
“Hush,” Cirrus murmurs. She licks a broad stripe up Aurora’s cunt and swirls her tongue around Aurora’s clit, planting a sucking kiss right on the nub. She has the most wonderful tongue, Aurora thinks, as she grinds helplessly against Cirrus’s face. Too bad Aurora can’t find the words to tell her.
Cirrus pouts her lips and presses them to Aurora’s swollen pussy, and Aurora whines in dismay.
“I want your fingers again,” Aurora says, eyes shut tight against the waves of pleasure crashing over her. “Inside.”
Cirrus laughs, bright and free, like wind blowing through a forest canopy, and slides two fingers down to the last knuckle, curling up, up, up. Her face disappears between Aurora's legs once more, and Aurora groans when Cirrus goes right back to ravishing her clit, closing her mouth over it, scraping her teeth over that spot that makes her vision white out.
“You’re shaking, baby,” Cirrus says, and the vibrations just make Aurora shake even harder, so much so she has to hold her own legs steady with the hands she’s been using to grip the sheets. She feels like she’s floating, high up on a gust in a storm of Cirrus’s making, no hope of coming back down ever again.
“It feels so good,” Aurora says into the tepid air of the room, smelling of sex and sea breeze. “I love—I love your mouth, Cir. I love—” She grapples for Cirrus’s hand, words going off into a whine when Cirrus sticks her tongue in too, wiggling it between the vee of her fingers.
Aurora feels rolled out, spread thin, like she could be peeled off the bed and bundled up into a bag if Cirrus so pleased. Scraped raw, a bottle with the sticker torn off and the residue wiped away. Filled with ecstasy and sealed up tight.
“You’re so pretty,” Cirrus says softly. “So perfect. My princess.”
“Yours,” Aurora says automatically, twisting to press her face into the pillow. She grabs one of her breasts and squeezes, rubbing her thumb over her pert nipple, electric shocks of sensation zinging down her side. “Oh, suck on my clit, suck on my clit again—”
Cirrus laughs, and doesn’t do that. She flicks her thumb into the throbbing nub instead, making Aurora whimper and thrash in desperation, but all thrashing does is jostle Cirrus’s fingers deeper inside her. She feels like she’s on fire.
“You want me to press on your belly?” Cirrus asks. It’s a vulnerable spot for Aurora, much like a cat’s. Cirrus is the only person she trusts to touch her there. Everyone else has been kicked away, literally.
But fuck if it doesn’t feel divine.
“Yeah,” Aurora breathes. “Yes, please.”
Cirrus pushes a palm into her stomach, and the spike of pleasure is so intense that Aurora’s mouth falls open in a silent moan, her voice caught in a net of overwhelm.
“I want you to cum for me,” Cirrus says, and she sounds more authoritative now, more like the Cirrus everyone knows. Decisive, no-nonsense. Demanding.
“Okay,” Aurora pants. Cirrus always makes her feel so special. She’s sure Cirrus makes everyone feel special, but she likes being the centre of attention, and that’s all she has to think about right now. Ever since she arrived topside, Aurora has made it her goal to be greedy. How can she not, when it is so easy to indulge?
Gathering her wits, she hazards a hand in Cirrus’s hair, and twists the dark strands around her fingers just enough to hold her close, to make sure she doesn’t ever stop eating her out. She loves when Cirrus makes her cum like this, on her fingers and mouth, wringing her out, bleeding her dry.
Emboldened, she tugs on Cirrus’s hair again, rocking firmly against her mouth. She wants to hold her horns too, use them to move her head around, but the last time she tried that without asking, she’d earned herself a set of fang-shaped puncture wounds on the inside of her thigh.
The marks hadn’t faded until she’d let Aether wick them away.
“Easy, baby,” Cirrus says amusedly, smoothing her palms over Aurora’s hips, her thighs. “Getting a bit excited, are we?”
“Sorry,” Aurora says automatically, letting go of Cirrus’s hair. “I shouldn’t—I didn’t mean to touch.”
Cirrus huffs out a breath, and Aurora feels the soft press of her smile against her swollen cunt. “No, it’s okay. You can pull my hair. But easy, alright?”
Easy is a loaded request. Aurora isn’t good at easy , but she tries her best. She’s been riding the edge of the precipice for a long time now, almost but not quite there, and she really, really wants to cum. The urge beats at her like rain against a windowpane, hail against a windshield. It’s so distracting that she doesn’t notice Cirrus adding another finger until it’s all the way inside her, rubbing against her g-spot, making her back arch and her toes curl.
“Oh!” Aurora cries, grabbing Cirrus’s hand so she can hump it. “It’s tight, it’s tight—”
“Shh, baby, it’s okay,” Cirrus coos. “You can take it. Good girl. Squeeze my fingers with that sweet little cunt, go on.”
Aurora bows off the bed. Her orgasm knocks her over, renders her noiseless, sightless, senseless, a full factory reset, snuffing her out like a candle in the wind. Cirrus fingers her through it, always so generous, and sucks sharp bruises into the inside of her thigh, little pinpricks that make Aurora yip and twitch. She scrambles away before the pleasure turns into overstimulation, and Cirrus laughs that wind-chime laugh, patting her ankle affectionately.
“Come back,” she says through a smile, smoothing out the ruffled sheets where Aurora was lying just a moment prior. “Don’t run from me.”
Aurora side-eyes her suspiciously. Her tummy always feels a little tingly after she cums, a little numb. “No round two yet. I need a break.”
“Tsk, I’m not that greedy,” Cirrus chides. “Come here so I can give you a kiss.”
Now that’s something Aurora can’t pass up. She goes on shaky knees to settle in front of Cirrus, tipping her head back at the perfect angle to be kissed: a goddess, ready for worship; a deity, ready to be served.
Cirrus pecks her on the forehead, then the nose, then the mouth, and lingers just a moment longer to lick impishly along the seam of Aurora’s lips. Her hands wander up Aurora’s thighs, the curve of her waist, the swell of her breasts, her nipples still pinkish and sensitive.
There’s always a grace period between rounds when she’s coming down from her high, where Aurora gets to be as clingy as she likes while Cirrus dotes on her like a mother hen. It’s as important as it sounds. Aurora takes full advantage of it every single time.
“Cir?” Aurora pipes up.
“Yeah?” Cirrus replies, smoothing her palms down Aurora’s back.
Aurora plonks her head against Cirrus’s shoulder. “Ass or titties?”
Cirrus snorts, stroking her hair. “Both. What do I look like, an uncultured piece of shit?”
Aurora shrugs. “Dew said ass, you know.”
“That’s because he doesn’t have any ass.”
“He doesn’t have titties either!” Aurora protests.
Cirrus just snickers, and reaches up to push her still-slick fingers into Aurora’s mouth, to let Aurora lap up the taste of herself, as a treat. Because Aurora knows she tastes good, and Aurora knows Cirrus knows she tastes good, and Aurora knows Cirrus loves it when she gets her fingers all wet and dirty.
“I thought you’d be more of a titty gal,” Aurora muses, when Cirrus draws her fingers out to wipe them on the sheets. “Now, I may not have the biggest mommy milkers, but—”
Cirrus sticks her fingers back into Aurora’s mouth, presumably to shut her up. “You’re spending too much time with Dew.”
Aurora pretends to gag, batting Cirrus’s hand away. “Don’t choke me like that. You’ll make me horny, and then I’ll cum again.”
“But you’re so pretty when you cum,” Cirrus croons, crowding in, curling a hand around the back of her neck. “The most stunning demon of our time. Lucifer instilled you with sin, and you make him proud every night.”
Aurora rolls her eyes. “I bet you say that to everyone.”
“I do not!” Cirrus laughs, even as she nudges a knee between Aurora’s thighs, putting the littlest bit of pressure against her still-burning core. “I told Swiss he looked pathetic.”
“That doesn’t count. Swiss is into degradation.”
“He cried, you know.”
“He’s into that too!”
“Well, you’re special,” Cirrus responds, wrapping her arms around Aurora’s in the warmest, softest hug. “Lus would tell you the same.”
“You flatter me,” Aurora says coquettishly, and kisses Cirrus before she can say any more silly things. This is her favourite part: the playful banter, the gossip, the piping-hot tea. Their little island of secrets, just the two of them, in the middle of a crystal-clear lagoon. Aurora is content, under Cirrus’s wing, and she would like for it to remain that way forever.
She snakes her arms around Cirrus's soft waist and laces her fingers together. Cirrus is just big enough that Aurora has to stretch to reach around her, and she loves it. Loves pressing her fingers into the barely-there curve of Cirrus’s love handles, tracing the contours of her body. Her memory isn’t great, but this she can memorise, this she can remember as well as the back of her hand.
She’s just about to bury her face in Cirrus’s tits when Cirrus shifts, jostling her. Aurora makes a soft, displeased sound against her mouth, and Cirrus pulls away to poke her nose into Aurora’s hair.
“I think it’s been five minutes,” Cirrus says, breath tickling Aurora’s brow. “Do you want to go again?”
It has been more than five minutes. Aurora has been keeping track. She untangles herself, yawns wide, and does a nice, big stretch.
“Okay,” she says, knocking her horns into Cirrus’s shoulder, with all the affection she can muster. “I’m ready.”