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Tingles cascaded down Firefly’s skin as Stelle set her gently upon her bed. She grinned at the ginger caution in Stelle’s touch, the reverent attention fixed upon her. The bedframe creaked as Stelle clambered on after with somewhat diminished concern. The warm bud in her heart stirred, spreading a gentle heat through her blood. She loved her. So, so very much.
“Buuuuuug,” Stelle whispered, crawling atop Firefly. The way her weight settled, the way her solid, tanned arms boxed her in on either side of her head, set fyreflies aflutter in her belly.
She hummed in response, gazing into bright, hot gold.
“So pretty,” Stelle murmured. “You’re so beautiful, princess. Oh my god.” She sounded dazed.
Something low in Firefly clenched. She exhaled slow across Stelle’s cheeks, felt the faint burn of her own, the pooling of her life. “Stelle…” she whispered, the name delicate on her tongue.
Stelle’s eyes fell lower. “Mm?”
She nibbled her bottom lip. “Come here?”
Stelle didn’t even respond. Hungry lips were on hers in an instant. Firefly sighed a note of relief into her wet mouth, throwing her hands to Stelle’s nape, tracing fingers through fluffy iron locks. The force of the kiss was heavy, grounding her to the earth. Stelle’s lips licked a heat through her blood, and a shiver worked its way through Firefly’s body. Stelle’s hips against hers — she couldn’t bear it…
“Baby…” Stelle rasped. Firefly felt every contour of the word, ripe with affection. Her breath stoppered. So lovely… like a campfire, nestled deep in secluded woods.
She sank deeper, dared, with pulsing blood, to lick the seam of her girlfriend’s lips.
Stelle groaned and ground her hips against Firefly with a “fuck” muttered right into her mouth. Clench. The movement seemed to unfurl something in the other girl, and a touch of the gentleness melted hungrier. Suddenly, Stelle pushed her tongue into Firefly’s mouth, running her through with an electric bolt. The movement forced a sound out of her lungs, quiet and embarrassingly needy. Stelle’s pleased hum made her shake. It felt so good.
Stelle licked the inside of her mouth, and her hands shifted. Rough, calloused palms ran down her sides, singeing her nerves. When they squeezed at the softness of her waist, Firefly moaned, pitching into her with the hot shock. It had the kiss melting at the edges, slowly becoming a thing that only resembled a kiss. Each hot breath into Firefly’s mouth sent a shudder through her hips.
“Princesss…” Stelle whispered. The word felt so perfect, made her feel so pretty, so wanted. She hummed happily into Stelle, submitting to the languid lapping of Stelle’s tongue, to the heady brew of roughness and reverence making her a little lightheaded.
She played with a soft gray lock. Then, she tugged, silently urging Stelle atop her fully. It was a good day — she could handle it. The pain was a distant burning in her toes, at the edges of her thoughts.
She missed Stelle’s tongue the second it slipped out of her mouth and was mollified in the next instant as the kisses pressed warmth into the corner of her lips, onto her cheek, to the edge of her jaw, onto her throat. Firefly began to pant in earnest, dazzled by the brilliant bursting stars under her skin.
“So gorgeous,” Stelle mumbled between lowering kisses. Firefly quivered. “Prettiest girl in the universe.” Her cheeks burned, breath jumped. Stelle moved lower still down her throat. “In the…” Firefly’s head started to fog. Her fingers tugged at Stelle’s hair, drew another delectable groan. Oh, Aeons. “Uh, trichil-trichilio… uh. Omniverse?”
Firefly giggled, lashes fluttering. “You’re so silly.” Was it trichiliocosm?
Stelle hummed at the base of Firefly’s throat. “Mm. I’m your silly girl.”
Firefly grinned, big. “Yeah. My big, silly puppy, right?” A high moan tore from her as Stelle bit down, hard. Hands grew claiming, squeezing her flesh with a tightness that had her panting into the air, had wetness trickling down her inner thighs. (“Universe’s prettiest pussy, fresh off the assembly line,” Stelle had said.) “Oh, Stelle…”
She felt a grin against her throat, her shoulder, as Stelle licked the bite, spread herself over Firefly. Then, it softened, and Stelle let out a chuckle. “So fucking beautiful. Mine.”
Her thoughts began to split apart into bright asemic clusters, buzzing faintly in her mind. Her hips bucked right into Stelle’s cock, which she was startled to discover—after being lost on the cloud of making out—had been leaking against her thigh probably for the past couple of minutes. Her walls fluttered, and she moaned again. “Stellee…”
“Fuck,” Stelle hissed, pupils blown drunkenly wide. The sight made her clench again. She was so ruined for her, like these mere touches had been enough to drive her girlfriend into insanity. She felt craved.
The thoughts she retained swiftly scattered when Stelle groped one of her tits, squeezing with that delectable balance of need and gentleness.
A thumb traced along her nipple, spooling the electricity in her veins. Her mouth fell open with heavy breaths. Another squeeze of the ample flesh, and Firefly jerked. “So soft… they got bigger again. Pretty girl.” It was mumbled against her saliva-painted collarbone, but it was clearly not an incidental comment, timed with the movement of her fingers. She knew exactly what to say. Firefly’s panting grew a little pathetic. She needed Stelle, so badly.
“Stelle,” she managed. “Stelle, please.”
She could feel the girl’s breath hitch against her. It tugged at something deep in her.
“‘M appreciating my girl,” Stelle eventually said, and her lips trailed lower. “Okay?”
How could she say no when that touch was on her?
“Okay, okay,” she quickly shot out. “Just—please.”
Her prayers were met when lips wrapped around her other nipple, hot and wet and tight — and suddenly she was keening, grinding harshly into her girlfriend’s hardness, mind alight with the pleasure of having her chest sucked. She felt herself gush a little. The sheets…
(“Holy shit, babe,” she heard distantly.)
When Stelle’s lips separated from her breast, when her awareness returned, she found herself yanking at dark locks as kisses descended lower, lower down her body, lathering her with rich affection. It was perfect. She loved to think, loved to imagine and contemplate, but there was a profound relief in being able to shut it all off, in being able to submit herself to this intoxicating blaze of consumption. The hot bud in her heart was blossoming, spreading its haze through her thoughts, leaving her a little sluggish. It felt nice.
She twitched and shivered as Stelle licked her tummy, laid line of kiss after kiss upon its surface, then twitched and threw her head into the sheets as she bit the soft, springy flesh, and sucked it into her mouth. It was maddening. It felt so good. It was like her wings were unfurling—diaphanous and opalescent, the very stuff dreams were made of. She was going to soar. She was already shaking with anticipation.
“I love you…” she breathed out as lips caressed the neatly trimmed hair down below. The hot exhalation into her thighs had her quivering.
“Love you too,” Stelle said, and pepper kisses along her damp inner thighs. Each of her breaths grew heavier than the last. Stelle was gazing into the very beating heart of her desire, her vital core that would abide for but a brief moment in the world, and smiling, corners of eyes crinkled and her own drool smeared across her chin. Firefly loved her utterly. She was so seen.
Then, the girl’s tongue glided along her slit. Her heart skipped a beat and her blood stuttered. Her grip of Stelle’s hair grew a touch steely. “You’re so wet… that’s so…” Stelle panted into her thighs.
She dragged her hips across Stelle’s face, pulse pounding as she felt herself smear onto her. (The awareness of her new pussy was enough to make her smile on the spot. It felt so good, like the stilling of long-choppy waters.) Like the best puppy in the world, Stelle licked inside her at the proffered treat, tasting her folds with a delirious groan. Immediately, her thighs were caught around Stelle’s face, crushing hard — unintentionally — as all her muscles seized. She stopped breathing entirely for a moment, then moaned, tremulous and oh-so-happy.
“I love you,” she sighed again. More than anything.
Her voice broke at the white hot pleasure of fluttering around Stelle’s tongue, at her lovely puppy nosing her clit as she ground against her, at how alive she felt with every moment being perceived, being cherished, being savored, as a real girl. She felt so beautiful. She was so wet, fluttering so freely — she had already been teased so much…
“S-Stelle… I…”
A distant groan is all that she got from the cloudy haze of Stelle’s mind.
“I’m c-close. Stelle, I—”
The tension of her body stretched tighter and tighter. The inferno of her thoughts crumbled into incoherence which only cleared her lips in babble. The spark of sharpened awareness in those addled golden eyes, peering up at her from between her legs, the crackling love and yawning hunger tinging them, had her falling apart even more than the sudden suck to her clit. She screamed, clenching her fists hard at her sides, gold-painted nails digging harshly into her palms. Her heart blossomed.
Everything went fuzzy and muddled. Her vision swam.
When Firefly came to, she found herself sitting in Stelle’s lap, breathing into the crook of her neck, soft and muscled arms cradling her. She felt so safe, floating freely, as if still drifting unaware in an incubation tank.
“Love you,” she sighed into warm skin.
A hand ran through her silver hair. “Love you too. Had fun?”
“M-hm,” she hummed, breathing stabilizing. “Thanks.”
A gentle kiss just by her ear, face still wet. “Always, Firefly.” Hearing her name pronounced like that always made her smile. It was perfect. Stelle was perfect.
As she returned to awareness, Firefly noticed her girlfriend’s stillness. She was almost never still. The thought had a thread of heat working its way through her belly again.
“Stelle?”
She got a distracted hum back. (So cute.)
“Want to come inside me?”
A gasp. Stelle’s cock throbbed underneath her.
“C-can I? Please?” Stelle begged.
Firefly giggled. “Well, I think you can,” she teased.
Then, all too fast, she was whining, stars igniting behind her eyes, caught on the wave of Stelle’s desperation. She had really gotten worked up, just watching and tasting her. The notion had her toes curling.
“Fuck,” Stelle swore, grabbing Firefly by the hips, adjusting her just so. She entered her with a broken whimper. So full. Oh, it felt just right. Perfect. This was what her body had been meant to feel. She loved it. And Stelle was so ready for her, pulsing and throbbing with every heartbeat. Her puppy had really been neglected, taking care of her so devotedly… oh, but she felt even better, now.
Firefly grabbed Stelle’s soft cheeks, brought them nose to nose. Those shining eyes were perfectly unfocused, almost brassy. She leaned in and kissed her, then ground her hips down.
“Oh,” she breathed. The fullness caught against her insides in all the right places, dragging against her soaked folds. “Oh.” She suddenly realized she wasn’t going to last much longer, either. Her brain buzzed at the thought.
Stelle was hardly even kissing back — she simply mouthed wetly at Firefly’s lips, hips twitching arrhythmically with each instant, pulsing inside her, already on the brink. “L-love you. Buh. B-Baby. Oh, A-Aeons… fuck fuck fuck…” Each word was slurred with distraction, punctuated with a thrust, mind obviously fixed on their blissful conjunction.
Firefly’s eyes fell open with an open-mouthed whimper as Stelle’s hands suddenly grabbed at her long silver locks, gathering them into a ponytail with her fist.
“You’re so fucking pretty,” Stelle moaned, sounding only half aware of what she was saying. She couldn’t look away. It was resplendent. “I love you so much. Baby bug… oh my… f-fuck…”
Their mouths smashed together formlessly as Stelle’s pace picked up, as she began twitching and dripping into Firefly’s fluttering pussy, as she began tugging her long hair with every thrust, striking blazing flame through her body — it amassed, pooled, concentrated between her legs, weeping onto her Stelle. Their chests squished together with each jolted upward movement, soft, plush, full, and feminine in a way that had Firefly’s heart singing rapid verses. Each breath was a whimper into her love’s harshly panting mouth. She clenched and fluttered and went mad, dripping from both pairs of lips, bodies pressed together from chests to her softer tummy on Stelle’s firmer one to pillowed thighs perched atop each other, and came again, squeezing Stelle’s cock with a viselike tightness that had them both whining, had Stelle immediately releasing inside of her with a tiny little spurt, with wild rhythmic throbbing.
So cute. So cute. So cute.
The edges of her vision went blurry. She felt as though glowing from within.
Her lips moved soundlessly as she tried to say something and failed.
“L-luv you…” Stelle slurred, panting audibly.
“You… you too… puppy…” she replied, dazed. Wow…
“Hah… holy shit…”
She giggled breathlessly in reply.
“Perfect,” she whispered.
“No… you,” Stelle rejoined.
Firefly huffed. “We’re perfect, then.”
“Yay,” Stelle grinned.
Firefly kissed her.
It felt like seizing destiny by the reins.