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Well, I certainly learned some new things about myself last night. Turns out, I'm not a masochist. Trust me, I was as surprised as you were.
[We were not surprised.]
'Shhh.'
Not even I could deny that I am the subbiest bottom to have ever walked the realms. I am a good girl whose only purpose is to moan for bad girls. But when Sophia bent me over that table and did the thing I have been dreaming about for years. Yeah… nothing.
Don't get me wrong, I didn't hate getting spanked. Sophia didn't do it too hard or anything, and the situation was hot as fuck. Being bent over like that, skirt raised, loving those power vibes. But the pain that came along with it, I was pretty neutral on. It didn't give me the same excitement that being made to drink water did.
Honestly, I'm a little disappointed. I really thought I was going to love it.
Luckily, my girl is a mind reader, and noticed pretty quickly that it wasn't for me. Which saved me from having to communicate and shit. Which I am amazing at, but I will avoid it when I can, don't wanna ruin the mood and all.
I did stay bent over, and I did get destroyed in other ways. So, like, fuck yeah.
I wake up in the arms of my angel, and I'm a little worried about disturbing her. The aching throb between my legs is really going for it. I'm starting to feel a little like how Daisy felt. Sophia is insatiable, which, don't get me wrong, is amazing. But I think it's somewhat of a control thing. I'm starting to think that Sophia really likes to be in control.
Which may be part of why she doesn't let me return the favor.
She's a little too worried about letting go, which, well, given everything she has gone through, makes a lot of sense.
Sophia's clinginess has calmed a little bit. The grip isn't quite as tight as it has been the last few days. I brush my fingers across her cheek.
I am so fucking lucky.
I snuggle my way deeper into her grip, no need to get up early today. Gideon still isn't back from wherever he fucked off to. So still no dueling class. Which I'm totally fine with. None of the fights I have gotten myself into the last couple of months have been anything like a duel. You are mostly having a very good time and then shit goes sideways rapidly. No one gives you warning, just fire and violence.
My angel starts to wake, and I swear I feel my vagina flinch. It really can't take any more punishment. Sexy, sexy punishment. No! Stop! You need a break, Tangerine!
Her eyes flutter open, and she fixes on me with those baby blues, and all my resolve crumbles. I wish I could shrink her so she could live inside me… Is that unhinged? I wonder if there is a spell for that.
"Good morning Tangerine," says my angel with her groggy, sexy morning voice.
I bury my head in her chest. "Mine." I say.
She strokes the back of my head, "Yes, all yours. Forever."
Music to my fucking ears. Also probably an unhealthy level of codependency, but fuck it, that how we Eldritch beings roll, I decided. I feel a faint hum of approval from unfathomably far away. I guess Mom agrees.
…I have my face in the crook of Sophia's neck. The orbs of my obsession are right there. Mom, I want to ponder them.
I shuffle down half an inch, I do it obviously enough, so Sophia understands what I'm doing and can stop me if she wants.
But she doesn't.
So I shuffle down slightly more, my face now resting on the top of her curves. I pause, waiting to see if she will pull me back up.
Nothing.
I look up to face her, and she looks down at me, one eyebrow raised. As if to say I know what you are doing, but I will allow it.
Fuck yes.
I shuffle down another inch and bury my face in her bosom. It is a holy place, and I will worship at its altar.
I give them a little nuzzle, and I am rewarded by an angel's giggle. She has her nightdress on, so it's not quite the heavenly experience I would like, but oh my Mom, it's right there. All I have to do is turn my head a little to the left, open my mouth and it would fall right in.
Fuck it, I commit.
I pull away and allow the boob that was resting on my face to fall down slightly. I pause for a moment, it's right there, but I don't know if I should. Like, I don't want to put Sophia in an uncomfortable position or something. What if she hates it and never wants to see me again!
Sophia pushes the back of my head, mouth straight onto the nipple. My gasp of surprise forming a perfect latch.
It is everything I have ever dreamed of! A soft, cute little button of fun begging to be played with, right in my mouth. There is a world of difference between my own boobs and Sophia's. Mine are boring and annoying. Sophia's are fun and playful and make me want to be as annoying as shit.
I'm over the nightdress, so I'm not getting a full experience, but the material is pretty thin. I flick my tongue against the nub, swirling around it, making her clothing wet.
This elicits a little moan from my angel.
Next, I gently grip the button between my teeth and pull very slowly, making sure not to go too far. Sophia has a fair amount of heft to her orbs, and I don't want the weight to hurt her.
A louder moan, I can feel her hand on the back of my head grip my hair. Her other hand moves to cover her mouth.
I continue to play, pull and bite until it is too much for Sophia and she rolls us both over so she is looking down at me. She takes my hands and pins them above my head.
Her cheeks are flush and her eyes are a little glassy. I think it's going to take a while to break down her barriers, but at least I see a path now. She let me get this far this time. Next time maybe we can go a little further.
My face betrays my body, and looks up at her with need. Writing checks that my vagina can't pay. It throbs in irritation.
"You still want more?" My angel asks.
I let out a little frustrated moan. Because yes! Yes, I do, but while the flesh is willing, the body is weak. "I do, but I can't. It's a little too sore to go again."
Sophia points to my crotch, "down there," then her hand points to my tits, "but not there," and descends on me like a ravenous beast.
At first she inhales my nipple through my nightdress, much the same as I did to her, sucking and nibbling. But that's not enough for my hungry monster; she growls in frustration at the audacity of my nightshirt being between her and what she wants.
She grabs the hem, and pulls it up, and I lift my body to help her. The whole thing comes to my collarbone, exposing all of my everything to her wandering eyes.
My arms are still pinned above my head by one of hers. I arch my back for her; I know my role.
Her free hand finds my hip, her fingers slowly run up my side, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.
She curves around, exploring my midriff. I'm so happy for Lillian and Bronson, because I have definition now. Not abs, but that line that runs up my core is definitely visible - if the lighting is right.
She runs her fingers up across it, finding my belly button, which might have pulled a giggle from my lips. My toes curl. This is so frustrating and wonderful all at once.
I am so in love with her that my heart thumps. The way she has me pinned down, the way she's feeling every part of my stomach, as if committing it to memory. The way she looks at me, like I'm delicious enough to eat.
Her hand finds one of my breasts, her mouth the other, and I moan for her because that's what she deserves. I don't try to hide the sound, or to surpress it. I put ever ounce of what she's making my feel into it, and let it spill from my lips like an offering to a goddess.
The way her teeth nibble at my nipple tells me she appreciates my efforts.
I am tortured for a while, my body her plaything. But we are only making ourselves frustrated; neither of us can progress any further than this, at least not today.
I eventually push her off, so that my top half doesn't become as sore as my bottom half. She relents with a pout.
"Tangerine," she says, while we're getting dressed, "there's something I've been meaning to tell you, but please don't freak out, okay?"
I immediately start freaking out, fuck, what could be, is she breaking up with me? No, that doesn't make sense, she wouldn't have had my tits for breakfast if that was going to be the case. Maybe she is…
"Tangerine!" I refocus on my angel. "The church knows that the curse is lifted. They want me to resume my duties."
No.
It takes every ounce of brainpower, but I manage to squeeze out the sentence you are meant to say, "What are you going to do?" I ask like it matters, I won't allow her to leave. Or at least I will follow, she did say she is mine forever. No take backies.
"They want a meeting, tomorrow. I'm going to tell them that I'm choosing to stay at the Academy. Maria and Gestalt will be watching over me."
She walks forward, taking my hands in hers. "I am yours, forever. Okay?"
I swallow and nod my head. "Forever."
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The rest of the day is a bit of a blur; mostly I'm just stressing about Sophia's meeting. I managed to get some of my new arsenal into my domain.
Went to class and did all that education shit.
Spent the night stressing the arms of my lover. We decide to give my body a rest.
We still made out a lot though.
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