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Baz:
I get home late from class, having stopped for a hike through a wooded trail and veered off into the trees to find something to drink.
I find Snow in our kitchen. Every window in the flat is open, providing a nice breeze. The sunlight is intense, but the way she practically glows in it makes it hard to mind the sting.
I feel good; warm and alive, and the pleasure settles between my legs, urging me to lie down for a shag and a late afternoon nap. I’m just hoping I can convince Snow to join.
She gives a brief greeting, her attention on the cutting board, leaving mine locked on her.
She’s topless under a pair of soft, white overalls. I have a feeling they were chosen for their comfort, but they hug her body in all the right places, managing to both show off and leave enough to the imagination that it makes me ravenous.
The top is barely wide enough to actually cover her breasts, and her skin is glistening, flushed from the heat.
I walk up behind her, and taking in the view. Her wings are spread enough for me to appreciate the low cut back of the overalls, perfect for accommodating her tail. Her curves are beautifully accentuated by the fabric, and it draws my attention to her hips and then up to the golden skin above.
Absently, my feet follow my gaze, leaving me inches away from her, and she tenses until my arms slip loosely around her waist. Then she lets out a soft sigh, muscles relaxing.
I lean into her ear, barely far enough away not to touch. “Do you have any idea how stunning you are?”
She swallows, glancing over her shoulder, eyes flicking over my face. “Oh?”
I grin, sliding a hand under the front of her top, curling it around her hip. “Are you busy?”
“Right now?”
“You know I don’t like to wait.”
“I was making dinner…”
“This looks like it’ll keep until tomorrow. I’ll order in tonight. Whatever you want.”
She turns to face me, arms wrapping around the back of my neck. “Mm… Dessert too?”
I caress her lower back, grinning as her tail slashes back and forth. It’s an involuntary response to intense emotion, and in this case, I’m fairly certain I know which one.
“My love, I would buy you every dessert from every restaurant in the city if that’s what you wanted.” I tell her.
She looks away, feigning disinterest as her tail curls around my waist. “Now you’re trying too hard.”
I laugh and curl into her shoulder, kissing her neck. “I’m craving you. If food is what you want, we should both indulge.”
“Are you okay?” She asks, gently running her fingers through my hair.
“Yes. Just needy. I’ve worked so hard this week. Can’t I have a treat?”
“You’ve been good?” she asks with a grin, tone dropping low in a way that coils tight and warm in my belly.
“So, so good for you.” I purr, nuzzling her jaw. “Let me show you how good I can be, Si…”
She kisses me hard, a long, lingering kiss that leaves me breathless and excited.
“My little kitten.” she murmurs.
I groan softly. I hate the nickname in a way that, unfortunately, tends to spark arousal. Years of fighting with Snow while being deeply attracted to her have, unfortunately, given me a few kinks that she has figured out how to weaponize beautifully.
Complaining only makes it worse, or perhaps better depending on how I think about it… Praise me, degrade me, embarrass me, just for the love of fuck, give me your attention. And she always does.
Picking her up, I set her on the kitchen island, laughing as she gasps and wraps her legs around me.
“Hey! If you’re going to interrupt my evening, you could at least take me to bed.” she says, glaring at me with faux indignation.
I hook my fingers under the straps to her overalls, tugging her down, brushing my nose lightly against hers, leaving my mouth millimeters from hers. “I want you right now…”
“You’re going to have to try a little harder than that, love.” she replies, but her heart is racing, face flushed, pupils wide. I’ve already won, she just isn’t ready to admit it.
“I can see how hard your nipples are. I know you want me.”
She tilts her head up, nipping the tip of my nose and then pressing a kiss between my eyebrows. “I want a little foreplay… Is that too much to ask?”
I’m a little surprised by the question. Snow has always been a bit of a service top, usually more interested in pleasing me than herself. It’s odd for her to make requests. Still, I’m more than happy to comply.
“Of course not.” I murmur, kissing down the side of her neck, one hand pressed to the middle of her back. “But I’m getting started right here.”
She hums, fingers tangling in my hair. “Thought you didn’t like misusing furniture?”
“I don’t think this is a misuse at all. This counter is for food, and I have every intention of eating you.”
She laughs and leans back, propping herself up on her arms, showing off her muscles and chest. “Always so good at talking your way into getting what you want.”
“It helps that you want to give me what I want…”
“You have always been my biggest weakness.”
“I’m choosing to take that as a compliment.”
“I’d never complain about how much I love you.”
“I love you too.”
My mouth trails slowly along her shoulder, free hand drifting up her side, thumb sliding under the front of her overalls to stroke her nipple.
A soft hum escapes her lips and her thighs squeeze around my waist. My clit throbs in response and I struggle to keep my movements unhurried.
She unhooks one of the straps of her overalls, and I drop my mouth to her breast, kissing along the curve of it, taking the hard bud of her nipple into my mouth. Her skin is warm and salty with sweat. It’s delicious, and I have to briefly pull back to will my fangs away. I’ve managed to get control over them, but sometimes it takes a little extra focus when my mouth touches skin, especially when we’re both excited.
Snow gently plays with my hair while I run the flat of my tongue between her tits. “If you take me to bed, I’ll fuck you absolutely senseless.”
“Patience, gorgeous. I’m taking care of you first. I just need to make sure my fangs are going to stay put.”
“If you insist.”
“I do.”
…
Simone:
Baz unhooks the other strap to my overalls and I lift my hips as she fully removes them, uncovering the lacey red boxers she bought me.
The sound she makes in response to seeing me in them is everything I was hoping for.
When I got dressed, I was considering putting the strap-on she likes on underneath the overalls, but I was going to wait until after dinner to suggest going to bed, and I didn’t feel like wearing it around for that long.
It seems like Baz went hunting before she came home though. The extra blood flow tends to leave her horny, and well, I’m not showing off this much skin because I didn’t want this reaction.
“You’re so beautiful.” she murmurs. “So fucking beautiful. I almost wish I could leave these on you and still do what I want to…”
“I can dress up for you again once you’ve had your fun. Still excited to let you see me in the matching bra…”
“I’m loving every part of how you look today.” she murmurs. “Your body looks fantastic in this.”
My tail flicks back and forth, betraying my nonchalance. “I can tell…”
“I thought I was being incredibly subtle.”
I laugh, letting her ease me out of the boxers. The counter is cold against my skin, and it feels fantastic. It’s around 30 degrees outside and I’ve been overheating all afternoon.
I don’t know if I should call her out for being turned on by my being sticky with sweat or not. I’m fairly certain it’s a vampire thing and therefore, she won’t want to think about it. It’s sexy though, when she stops trying to restrain herself.
She settles on her knees in front of me, guiding one of my legs onto her shoulder, and slowly kissing along my thigh.
I spread my legs and she dives in to lap up the wetness at my center, going back and forth between firm swipes of her tongue and feather-light kisses.
I shudder, moaning as her soft lips press lightly against my clit before parting to give a hard suck.
Just as I’m bucking into her mouth for more, her tongue plunges into me and she rocks into me like she’s been starved for years. I guess if she’s to be believed about how long she’s been in love with me, she sort of was.
Her hands grip my thighs, massage my hips, thumbs lightly brush over my hipbones.
I’ll be honest, I don’t enjoy being eaten out even half as much as I enjoy the pleasure she gets from the action. I end up more focused on the little sounds she makes and the way she keeps trying to get closer than the actual sensations of her mouth.
She swallows, moans, slides two fingers into me, gives my clit another suck.
I roll my hips forward into her mouth, and she stills, panting against my skin, letting me fuck myself on her fingers and grind against her lips.
She focuses her mouth on my clit, tongue massaging it, and that’s really all I need. I’d tell her not to try so hard, but everything she does seems to be more out of enjoyment than effort.
“Mmh… Just like that. Don’t stop.”
She lets out a breathy moan, drooling onto her fingers below, pushing in a third, leaving me feel pleasantly full.
“Yes…” I moan. “Yes, yes, yes. Just like that, kitten.”
She whimpers, rocking into me in a way that makes me realize she’s trying to find stimulation for herself.
Instead of offering help, I grip her free hand in my own, tangling the fingers of my other hand in her hair and gripping hard.
“You’re close, aren’t you, kitten? Don’t stop to answer, just moan for me.”
The sound she makes is strangled as I gently squeeze her head between my thighs.
“That’s my good girl. Cum for me. You don’t need to be touched, do you?”
She groans again, breathing growing heavier, movements growing sloppy as she starts to lose control to her need for pleasure. She goes back to two fingers, tongue sinking into my cunt with a level of hunger she rarely lets me see.
Her nose rubs against my clit, and my tail coils around her chest, squeezing her breasts, tugging her close, the end flicking back and forth against her abdomen.
She stops breathing for a moment and then lets out a sigh, and the realization that she’s actually managed to cum from eating me out finally pulls me over the edge.
…
Baz:
I swallow Snow’s release, my own pussy still pulsing from my mildly embarrassing orgasm.
She slides off the counter and settles in my lap, letting me lazily rub a hand over the curve of her arse. Her tongue swipes the mix of cum and drool from my chin before delving into my mouth, and circling my own. Her hands move up to cup my face as the kiss grows rougher
I sag into the touch, letting myself go limp as she practically fucks my mouth with her tongue and then sucks my lip, finally sinking her teeth in and pulling away with a little tug.
I’m left mildly dazed, dizzy with the heat of her breath as it fills my lungs.
“An orgasm from eating me out, mm? I must be getting good at this.”
My face heats. “I couldn’t help it… Not when you flood my senses like that.”
She gently pulls me into a kiss. “I wouldn’t want you to fight it even if you could. I think tonight is a good night for letting you feel as much pleasure as possible.”
“Please…”
“I picked up blood from a butcher earlier in case you need it tonight. I don’t want you to get dehydrated.”
“You’re so good to me.”
“I enjoy it.”
“I know you do. Doesn’t make me less grateful.”
“Take me to bed? The counter’s cold. You won’t like sitting up there.”
I laugh. “You’re capable of walking.”
“Yeah, but I know you love your little bits of control.” she replies, curling into my shoulder, all seven limbs tangling around me in a way that briefly makes me go limp with comfort.
I wrap my arms around her, curling in, and we sit for a long moment, me lazily caressing her arse, her running fingers through my hair and leaving hickeys on my neck.
“Take me to bed, or I’m going to have you ride my face right here, even if it will be uncomfortable for both of us.”
I groan, considering taking her up on the offer, but knowing it’ll be rough on my knee and her back if I try.
I kiss her one more time before dragging myself to my feet and carrying her to bed.