Laura stood up. Not now. Not like this. Not with Nikki.
"Umm ..." said Laura as she crossed the room.
Nikki sighed but stayed on the bed. "What's wrong?"
"Don't play innocent. You know exactly what's wrong."
"What? I wanted to help you. You can't fuck a stranger? Fine, fuck me." Nikki stood up and swayed her hips as she stalked towards Laura. "We've got attraction and relationship and, unless I'm wrong, some obsession."
Laura backed away. "Not like this."
"This isn't the first day I've come in and found you touching yourself. It's not the first time I've noticed the smell of eager sex in the room when I walked in."
"W-w-what?" asked Laura as she backed away, further and further from her friend and predator.
Predator.
"Let me help you ease that itch."
Laura hit the wall behind her, but Nikki didn't stop.
She was being hunted.
Her knees gave out, and she sunk to the floor.
Nikki wanted her.
She felt her hands working to unbutton her blouse on their own.
Nikki wanted to devour her.
Nikki smiled. Laura whimpered.
Nikki sank to the floor in front of Laura, stopping Laura's frantic hands as they tried to take off her clothes. Laura waited, afraid and eager at the same time. Nikki leaned in and kissed her.
The kiss was soft and quick. It was like a snowflake landing on Laura's tongue. It was over before it had begun, but it lingered long after the fact.
As Nikki pulled away, Laura whimpered. She opened her eyes and saw Nikki smiling, almost giggling at her.
"Yes?" asked Laura.
"See? That wasn't so bad."
"No. It was almost perfect."
"Almost?"
"Too short," said Laura. She grabbed the back of Nikki's neck and pulled the redhead in for another kiss. This time, Nikki didn't hold back. All of her, her impressive tits, her curvy hips, her freckled skin, crashed into Laura and the wall shook. Laura took in the wave of her friend. She wanted to be devoured, to be caught in the undertow of Marcilla, but Nikki was close enough.
If she closed her eyes, she could hear Marcilla's words in her head. They guided the two girls to the bed. They tore off Laura's clothes. They left Nikki clothed: the huntress in a crop top and skinny jeans. They led Laura to lie back, her proxy floating before her and above her.
"I haven't been able to cum," breathed Laura. "Not matter how hard I try."
Nikki nodded and licked her lips as she memorized the curves and folds of Laura's pussy. Laura physically felt Nikki's gaze rolling over her body, kissing each inch of her skin. She had been naked in front of Nikki, but this was entirely different. She'd never been consumed by a woman's eyes before.
Except for Camille.
Nikki lightly traced a finger over Laura's pussy. "Jesus, you're soaked," she said with a grin. "How long has it been?"
"Too long," said Laura. She sat up, grabbed the back of Nikki's neck, and guided Nikki's mouth to her pussy.
Nikki didn't hesitate to start.
At first, Laura couldn't fathom how different the experience was from her fingers or a vibrator or a man. Nikki was nothing like anything she'd experienced before. She knew exactly where to go, exactly how long to go there, and exactly how to exploit each spot of Laura's body for the maximum amount of pleasure.
Several times, Laura felt she was close. She was sure she was going to cum, but her body wouldn't obey. No matter how good Nikki was, and NIkki was the best Laura had ever experienced, something still evaded her.
Nikki's hands snaked up and toyed with Laura's breasts. Laura's back was arched in pleasure for minutes. It could have been hours. Time was irrelevant. Everything was measured by how close she was to cumming. It was a pendulum of arousal and stimulation. It would build. She would moan. Nikki would pinch her nipples and pull on them tightly. Nikki's tongue would press down on and swivel over Laura's clit, and then the moment would pass and the pleasure would fade. Nikki tried using her fingers on Laura's clit or to tease Laura's g-spot. It was always the same. They were so close but never close enough.
The words. She needed Marcilla's words.
"I read to Camille, to Miss K," she moaned. Nikki looked up and pulled her mouth away from Laura's pussy. Laura grabbed Nikki's head, as she'd seen Camille do a dozen times, and pressed it back down into her crotch. "I read her poetry while Angelica or Miss Lancaster eat her out."
She felt her crotch warm up again. Yes, the words. She needed a confession. She needed Marcilla. She could invoke the poet, bring her here to the bedroom with them, put her idol between her legs.
"I read erotic poetry. It's centuries old, but I can't get it out of my mind. It's written by a woman, a goddess, named Marcilla. I can't stop thinking about her. I can't get her out of my head. When I read her, I get close to cumming. I can almost taste it, but it never happens. The Muse Sessions never go long enough. I need more time. I need her words."
The warmth spread up her legs, over her tummy, and to her breasts. Her nipples became sensitive, more than she could stand, but she didn't fight it. She grabbed Nikki's hands and clamped them down against her breasts.
"Pull on them," she ordered. Nikki obeyed. "Whenever I think about her, I'm desperate to cum. I want to be devoured by her, owned by her, consumed by her very presence," admitted Laura. The sensation in her nipples became too much and her talking became incoherent moaning.
She grabbed Nikki's hands again, stopping her. "I want to be owned by Marcilla," she shouted. "I want her to be real more than anything so I can give into her."
The world went white with swirls of blue. Something in her pussy switched on, and each lick of Nikki's tongue was electric. Laura's body began to spasm, like Camille's, and quiver. She lost complete control, but Nikki didn't stop. The redhead kept licking. Each flick was thunder and ocean and death and birth and heaven and hell and Marcilla and Marcilla and Marcilla.
Laura's moans became a shriek. Her body locked up, and she grabbed Nikki's tongue to stop her. Nikki stopped giggling as thunder rocked every cell in Laura's body.
When she calmed down, she let go of Nikki's head and collapsed onto the bed. Nikki crawled up the bed and snuggled next to Laura.
"Someone needed that," she said.
"Someone did."
Nikki kissed her neck, and she smiled.
"Was all that stuff about the sessions true?" asked Nikki.
"Shit," muttered Laura. "You have to promise not to tell."
"No shit. Fat chance they'll let me keep my job if they know I know all about their kinky writing sessions. If they didn't tell me, they don't want me to know."
"Right," sighed Laura. She wasn't thinking that far ahead. Right now, she had a beautiful woman, her first beautiful woman, cuddling against her naked body after eating her out for what felt like forever.
"But it makes sense that it's been winding you up. I'm just glad I could be of service."
Laura wrapped her arms around Nikki and squeezed her tight. "Do you think you could be of service later today?"
Nikki kissed her. Laura licked her lips and tasted cotton candy.
"It is my day off," said Nikki. She smiled and kissed Nikki back. "Good," said Laura. "Sounds like I win." "How so?" "Wouldn't you say staying in beats going out?" Nikki sighed. She brought her hand to Laura's crotch. Laura whimpered. "Unfair. You didn't tell me you had such a tasty pussy before." "I ... uh ... didn't know you ate pussy before ..." "I didn't," said Nikki. "What?" "You're my first." "I'm your ... what?" Laura sat up. "First. I've never been with a girl before." "But you talk about ..." Nikki waved a hand dismissively. "All talk." "Then why did you ... today .. with me?" "I don't know." Nikki sat up. "Something came over me. Seeing you all turned on and helpless turned me on. I wanted to help, but more than that, I wanted to take you. I just felt aggressive, like I could take you and you would want that." Laura blushed. She tucked a strand of semi-dry hair behind her ear. "You weren't wrong. It's just ..." "Just what?" "Nothing." Laura leaned in and kissed Nikki softly. "Just make sure to do it again, okay?" Nikki smiled. "Later today?" "I'm done for Miss K by five." "Then I'll have you for dinner," said Nikki with a wicked grin. "I hope so." Nikki cleaned up and left, giving Laura one last kiss goodbye. Laura looked at the time and decided she could take another shower, do her hair and makeup, and change her clothes before getting to work on The Magician's Mistress. But while she did that, she couldn't get out of her mind the strange coincidence of what happened between her and Nikki. It was their first time? Both of them? A life of men turned in an instant into passion between two women? But even stranger was her confession about Marcilla. That's what she needed more than Nikki's tongue. She needed Marcilla there, between the both of them.
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