Day 9 - Public Sex/Invisible
The wind rustled through the towering trees, carrying the scent of pine and something deeper, something ancient. Tally felt the familiar electric charge in the air, the one she always felt when she was near Sarah. But tonight, there was more—something that felt like it hummed just beneath the surface. The invisible seed of the Tarim pulsed softly between them, weaving its power like a thread that connected them, pulling them closer with every step.
They'd been scouting the area, keeping an eye out for any signs of the Camarilla, but as the night wore on, something between them had shifted. It was subtle—the way Sarah's gaze lingered just a little longer on Tally, the way their fingers brushed as they moved through the trees. The seed's magic, unseen to everyone else, seemed to hum with life, making every touch, every glance feel heavier, more intense.
"We should move deeper into the woods," Sarah had said earlier, her voice calm and sure, like it always was. But there had been something else in her eyes, something softer, that told Tally there was more to it than just moving locations.
Now, as they walked through the darkness, far from Fort Salem and the eyes of anyone who could see them, Tally could feel the weight of Sarah's presence beside her. The heat coming off Sarah's body was magnetic, drawing her in. The mission they were on faded into the background, forgotten for a moment in the thick tension building between them.
Sarah stopped abruptly, turning to face her. Her expression was impossible to read, but her eyes were sharp and focused, like she was seeing straight into Tally's soul. "You feel it too, don't you?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, but it carried that familiar authority Tally had always respected.
Tally nodded, swallowing hard, her breath catching in her throat as their eyes locked. "Yeah, I feel it," she admitted, because there was no denying it. The seed was humming inside her, making her skin tingle, heightening her senses until every inch of her felt alive.
Sarah stepped closer, closing the distance between them effortlessly, and Tally's heart began to race. She could feel Sarah's hand ghosting over her arm, the touch so light it barely registered, but it sent a jolt through her anyway. The way Sarah looked at her, the way her fingers brushed against her skin—it was like the invisible seed was pulling them together, drawing them into something neither of them could resist.
"We're alone," Sarah murmured, her voice darker now, more commanding. "No one will see."
Tally's pulse quickened, her mind spinning. The invisible seed was their secret, their protection, keeping them hidden from the world. It allowed them to disappear, unseen by anyone who wasn't part of their magic. But this wasn't about the mission anymore. This was personal. It felt dangerous and exhilarating at the same time.
"We shouldn't—" Tally began, but her words were cut off when Sarah cupped her jaw, tilting her head up until their eyes met.
"Why not?" Sarah's voice was low and rough, her breath hot against Tally's lips. "No one's watching, Tally. It's just us."
Tally's breath caught, her heart thudding wildly in her chest as Sarah's thumb brushed over her lower lip, sending a spark of heat straight through her. The invisible seed pulsed between them, amplifying every touch, every beat of her heart. It was like the rest of the world had faded away, leaving only Sarah and the raw, electric pull between them.
"I trust you," Tally whispered, her voice trembling. She had always trusted Sarah, but this was different. This was new, and it felt intimate in a way that made her feel both exposed and safe. The way Sarah looked at her made everything else disappear, like nothing else mattered.
A slow, dark smile spread across Sarah's lips, filled with promise. "Good."
Without another word, Sarah's hand slid down, her fingers brushing over the length of Tally's throat, slow and deliberate, before they settled on her waist. Tally's breath became shallow, her heart racing in her chest. Sarah's grip tightened, firm and steady, pulling her closer until their bodies were flush against each other, the heat from Sarah's skin searing through her clothes.
Tally felt like she couldn't think, couldn't breathe. The seed of the Tarim was alive between them, humming with a power that made everything sharper, more intense. Every inch of her felt like it was on fire, like she was teetering on the edge of something she couldn't stop.
Sarah leaned in, her lips grazing the shell of Tally's ear, her breath sending a thrill down her spine. "Stay quiet," she whispered, her voice low but commanding. "No one can hear you."
Tally bit her lip, her body already trembling with anticipation. The thought of being out here, in the open, hidden only by the magic of the Tarim, made her pulse race even faster. She trusted Sarah completely, but this was different. This wasn't the General commanding her to follow orders—this was Sarah, taking control in a way that made Tally's heart pound with a mixture of excitement and something else she couldn't quite name.
Sarah's hand moved lower, down to Tally's thigh, her fingers tracing the edge of her pants before slipping beneath the fabric. Tally gasped softly, her breath catching in her throat as Sarah's touch grew bolder, her fingers sliding higher, teasing but not yet giving her what she so desperately wanted.
The night was silent around them, the only sound the faint rustle of the wind in the trees, but Tally could barely hear it. All she could focus on was Sarah—Sarah's touch, Sarah's breath, the heat of her body pressed against hers. It felt like the world had narrowed to just the two of them, and the electric connection that buzzed between them, fueled by the invisible seed that made everything more intense, more real.
Tally's breath hitched as Sarah's fingers dipped lower, brushing against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Her body tensed, her heart pounding even harder as Sarah explored her, her touch firm and insistent, but still teasing.
"We're completely invisible," Sarah whispered into her ear, her voice dark and dangerous. "No one can see what I'm doing to you."
The seed of the Tarim pulsed inside them both, its magic making them unseen to anyone else, and the thrill of it—the idea of being so exposed yet completely hidden—sent a rush of heat crashing through Tally's body. She didn't hesitate, pressing herself closer to Sarah, her hips instinctively rolling toward her touch.
Sarah's fingers moved higher, slipping beneath Tally's underwear now, and when her fingers brushed against the wetness already gathered between Tally's legs, Tally gasped, her knees threatening to give out beneath her. But Sarah was there, steady and strong, her arm wrapped around Tally's waist, keeping her grounded.
"You're so wet," Sarah murmured against her ear, her lips brushing the sensitive skin below. "You've been wanting this, haven't you?"
Tally couldn't form words. Her throat felt tight, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps as Sarah's fingers moved expertly between her legs, teasing her with just enough pressure to drive her wild. She wanted to speak, wanted to answer, but all she could manage was a soft whimper as Sarah's thumb found her clit, rubbing slow, deliberate circles that made Tally's entire body tremble.
Sarah's other hand tightened around Tally's waist, pulling her even closer until there was no space left between them. Her breath was hot against Tally's neck, her voice low and commanding. "Tell me what you want, Tally. I want to hear you say it."
Tally's body felt like it was on fire. Every nerve ending seemed to be alight, buzzing with the intensity of Sarah's touch and the magic of the Tarim amplifying every sensation. She bit her lip, trying to stay quiet, trying to keep some kind of control over herself, but it was impossible. Sarah knew exactly what she was doing, every movement calculated, every brush of her fingers sending Tally spiraling further into the heat that pooled low in her belly.
"I—" Tally's voice cracked, her breath shaky as she tried to form words, to answer Sarah's demand. But her body betrayed her, a soft moan escaping her lips instead. She couldn't think straight, couldn't focus on anything except the slow, deliberate circles Sarah's thumb was making against her clit, the way her fingers teased and coaxed without fully giving her the release she needed.
"I want you," Tally finally managed to gasp, her voice trembling. Her head fell back, her chest heaving with each ragged breath. "Please, Sarah."
Sarah smiled against her neck, that dark, satisfied smile that sent another wave of heat through Tally's body. "Good girl," she murmured, her voice thick with approval. Her fingers moved faster now, the pressure on Tally's clit increasing, making her legs weak as she fought to stay upright. "I'm going to make you come, right here, where anyone could be watching."
Tally's breath hitched at the thought. Even though they were hidden by the magic of the Tarim, the idea of being so exposed, so vulnerable, made her pulse race with a mix of fear and excitement. She trusted Sarah completely, but this was different. This was Sarah in control, and the power dynamic between them made her body burn with need.
Sarah's fingers slid deeper inside her, filling her completely, and Tally let out a soft cry, her hands gripping Sarah's arms to steady herself. The pleasure was overwhelming, crashing through her in waves that left her dizzy, breathless. She could feel herself teetering on the edge, so close to release, but Sarah kept her right there, pushing her just to the brink without letting her fall over.
"Come for me," Sarah growled softly, her voice rough with desire. "Come for me now, Tally. Let go."
The command sent a jolt of electricity through Tally's body, and she responded instantly. Her muscles tightened, her body arching as the orgasm hit her with the force of a wave, powerful and all-consuming. Her head fell forward, her face burying in the crook of Sarah's neck as her body shook with the intensity of it. She muffled her cry against Sarah's shoulder, her entire body trembling as the pleasure rippled through her.
Sarah's fingers kept moving inside her, coaxing every last bit of pleasure from her, drawing out the orgasm until Tally felt like she might collapse. When the waves finally began to subside, Tally slumped against Sarah, her body weak and trembling, her legs barely able to hold her up.
Sarah's hands were gentle now, soothing as she held Tally close, her touch soft but steady. She pressed a tender kiss to Tally's temple, her voice low and warm. "You did so well," she murmured, her breath hot against Tally's skin. "Such a good girl."