“Would you be my princess for a while?” She asked softly, sweetly, no trace of arrogance or teasing, but rather an odd romance to it, Looking at her from this angle, Bailey was dashing and somehow gallant, like a knight from tales of old. It was like she could charge a dragon or an army of thousands all alone, and yet, there would be a confidence that she would emerge on the other side, her bright grin still in place.
Her own kiss fell on Rachael’s lips, sweet and soft and yet… so powerful. Somehow domineering and possessive, her lips sliding and twisting, encouraging Rachael’s mouth to part so that she could tease and explore with her tongue. Despite its gentleness there was an indescribable intensity to it. Bailey had an innate talent for focus and she brought every scrap of her attention to Rachael and Rachael alone when she kissed her. It was searing and soul-stealing, mind-melting and firework-lighting, being kissed like that, like Rachael was the only woman in the world, as she was held aloft in those gentle, powerful arms.
Other partners had, on occasion, managed to climax from being under the intoxicating spell of Bailey’s kisses alone, and she was eager to see Rachael’s reaction as the kiss drew on.
Brukalius —
Rickett and Rachael both nodded to the mention of ‘merryweather’ committing it to memory. Rickett even muttered it a few times under his breath getting a feel for the word on his tongue. As Roselyn brightened the room with her smile, Rachael found herself beaming back. She felt heard and pleased that her request was received with such positivity. They were beautiful, sexy, experienced, confident… and so NICE. She couldn’t help but feel a bit outclassed especially with how Roselyn moved. Such grace and… and it had to be the confidence. That self possessed certainty of being in one’s element and about to get what they wanted. GOD was it sexy!
Rickett blinked at the mention of being part Paralus, searching Roselyn’s face. Subtle hints were there, but he never would have noticed if she hadn’t said something. Before meeting Rachael, Rickett had his fair share of lovers both men and women. He even had a short relationship with a Paralus before, but he couldn’t recall her smelling as wonderful as Roselyn did. That she flat out admitted to be aroused by the two of them made his heart flutter. Words of affirmation were his love language and there were few things that boosted it harder than being desired.
As Roselyn approached, his eyes greedily took her in from head to toe. Excitement and anticipation coursed through him like a drug and he had to force his body to remain still instead of leaping up to meet her. He could see her eagerness to get started and there was something incredibly arousing to being pursued. “Roselyn… I” he started already feeling a bit breathless before he glanced at Rachael. There she sat, the most incredible woman in the world watching another exquisite woman approach him with a flush in her cheeks. Rachael’s eyes shone brightly with a mirror of his own excitement. She turned to him as she sensed his look and smiled, nodding her head reassuringly.
That confirmation released a weight from his chest and he looked back to Roselyn with heat blazing in his blue eyes flecked with hazel. He could meet her desire with a hunger of his own. He didn’t try to stop the quiver that ran through his entire body as she climbed into his lap. He wanted her to know that she was rocking his world. Then, he could feel her body pressing the length of his and his breath caught. The thought that he hadn’t kissed a woman other than Rachael in a long time registered in his mind, but when her lips touched his, all thought was obliterated.
Rickett’s lips met Roselyn’s hungrily. She didn’t seem interested in light kisses to start and he was only too happy to oblige. His lips slid along hers as she captured them and he got his first taste of her. He would have sighed in delight, but he found that he had been subconsciously unable to breath at her approach. Breathing in deeply through his nose brought in a rush of Roselyn’s scent and it would have staggered him if he wasn’t already pinned down on the couch. The breath he pulled in left him in a low groan of bliss as trails of burning fire seemed to ark from his nose to his core. The fire in his core finished hardening his already thickening member as he reminded his mouth that it needed to move.
Rickett moved his hands to gently rest on each of Roselyn’s hips. They wanted to do so much more, but he didn’t want the distraction from his mouth just yet. Tilting his head slightly to the side, his lips slid free of the devouring grasp of Roselyn’s kiss only to be recaptured again. He escaped again and was again recaptured by her soft full lips. He learned the dance quickly, and soon found himself baiting her capturing kiss only to move to capture her lips instead. The start of Roselyn’s hips rocking on his now painfully erect cock made his heart pound and his breathing quicken. Each deep, desperate breath brought in more of that sweet fire of her scent burning through him.
Rickett’s right hand shifted upward and back behind Roselyn, sliding along the smooth exposed skin, over her crop top, and into the long silky strands of her hair. He felt her hair caress his hand and then his arm as it quested upward until it reached the nape of her neck. Taking a gentle but firm grip, he pulled her mouth tighter against his and sent his tongue questing forward for the first time. It caressed her slightly parted lips as if encouraging hers to come out to play. Rickett’s other hand started to rise up Roselyn’s taunt belly to the bottom of her crop top before it too slid around the back. Not yet Rickett… enjoy the moment. The hand slid around to the small of her back and pulled her forward and down firmer against his him, intensifying the sensation of her rocking.
Brukalius —
Rachael felt a swirl of emotion as Roselyn approached. This goddess was interested in them and she was approaching Rickett… HER Rickett… with eyes that promised to do whatever it took to please him. Jealousy and protective instinct skittered over Rachael’s heart and she let it. She knew these feelings would surface and she needed to embrace them. She trusted Roselyn to stop the moment she safe worded. She trusted her not to hate her for her weakness should it come to that. With the embrace of those feelings came a new sensation that she couldn’t place. A sense of extreme exhilaration to share her Rickett… He WAS hers completely. That look he gave her even as this goddess settled hips to make a stone weep with joy on his lap… That LOOK of confirmation and love even as she knew he must be overwhelmed with desire. He was hers and she did not fear that that would change. The intensity of that connection… that wonderful confirmation… left her heart completely full and GOD was she horny right now.
Her eyes became molten blue sapphires as she looked at Bailey. As if sensing her need, Bailey was in motion. The woman felt like a force of nature as she approached, but Rachael did not flinch from her intensity. She was ready now to stoke Bailey’s fire to match her own if she held back. She did however squeak in surprise as Bailey hoisted her in her arms like she was feather. GOD if she could lift her so easily she could have her way with Rachael and there was nothing Rachael could do about it… Except safe word… but why would she want to do that?
Reaching up to her face, Rachael pinched the frame of her glasses and withdrew them. Her eyes never left Bailey’s as she dropped them on the table and reached up to clutch the front of Bailey’s tank top as her other arm wrapped around the woman’s back. Rachael giggled at the princess comment. She loved the affection Bailey laced that question with and looked forward to showing Bailey that she didn’t hold the princess. She held the dragon, and that dragon was starting to come alive.
“Mmmm, I will be your princess but you might need more than a single kiss to wake me from this spell… I might need… mmmmfff!” Bailey’s kiss hit her and sparkling color seemed to bloom in her vision. Stunned for the first few moments, Rachael could only cling on to the rock in the tempest that was Bailey. Well she guessed Bailey was the tempest too… Right now Bailey was everything. Rachael let out a low primal moan as she came to herself and kissed Bailey back. Her fists clutched handfuls of Bailey’s tanktop as she writhed trying to pull herself harder against the core of the tempest.
Rachael could feel her sundress, that had not been captured by Bailey’s arm, sliding up as she writhed. She was now bare from the waist down except for the small bikini bottom that rode up between her cheeks in a near thong. She could feel her slick wetness seeping into those bottoms as her low earthy scent of arousal filled the air around them. Rachael’s mouth opened to deepen the kiss found Bailey’s tongue already surging forward. She trembled, feeling Bailey inside of her. Even if it was only a kiss, somehow Bailey made it feel like it was more. Tingles of electricity shot through her body as her legs started to squirm together.
Rachael’s death grip on the front of Bailey’s shirt loosened as her hand shifted to cup Bailey’s breast. Bailey’s tongue almost seemed to wrap around hers making her inner walls and hand squeeze reflexively. Her eyes opened in shock as Bailey’s mouth continued to play the rest of her body like an instrument. She groaned low as another strong spasm went through her and made her back go rigid before relaxing. HOW… fuck it… just keep doing whatever you are doing…
Ana —
Roselyn moaned into Rickett’s mouth as he pulled her closer, hands tangling into her red hair and squeezing her back. Her gentle grinding became more insistent, more explicit, as she felt his heavy hardness against her body. She loved the little look Rickett had given Rachael at the last moment. She and Bailey no longer needed such looks. They’d been with enough people and always come back together enough that any jealousy had mostly evaporated- now they were simply turned on by the sight of a partner driving their wife crazy.
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