It had seemed like a harmless idea at the time, if a slightly… awkward one. Her friend had a superpower, and she wanted to help test a feature her friend hadn’t yet been willing to explore. She still wasn’t entirely sure she should know her friend was "Taste Test" but given that she already did, and that information wasn’t exactly inclined to dislodge itself, she had decided to make the most of it. So, here they were, her friend wearing an old T-shirt and sweatpants she didn’t mind ruining if things went wrong, while she fidgeted awkwardly in her bra and panties as if her friend hadn’t seen her naked or half a dozen times before. The blush on her friend’s face certainly gave the impression she wasn’t the only one noticing this felt different.
Taste Test was a relatively low power hero, with a somewhat poorly understood ability. She could bite through anything, but her bites never compromised the structure of whatever she bit through. Electrical wires would continue passing electricity through the absent wire, while plants would find no difficulty supporting themselves on the empty air where their stem had been. The benefit, however, was that she would gain some of the "memories" of anything she took a bite out of. Both the bite and memories would fade with time, but could last months if she wanted them to. Not the most impressive form of clairvoyance, but she’d made herself popular among the heroes who often struggled with sneakier villains, or those who dealt with more mundane crimes.
However, there was one obvious use of her power she’d been adamantly avoiding since she got it. She’d never tried biting a person. Her friend had plenty of perfectly valid concerns of course, but she just couldn’t get the idea out of her head! Now, as her friend pulled her into a tight hug, all four arms wrapped around her half naked body, her mind buzzed on the border of realisation. It was a familiar feeling, the four armed hug, of course, but also the… excitement. It was like she was on the border of a revelation, the name for the feeling that always fluttered through her chest when she’d imagined this moment threatening the tip of her tongue…
Then it was gone. Her mind was pulled to an immediate halt as the feeling of her friend’s slightly sharpened teeth pressed against the soft flesh of her shoulder. Her breath caught as the moment of tension in the air was mimicked by the brief resistance of her skin against those supernatural teeth. She couldn’t help but hug her friend a little closer, lean her head in a little more, squeeze her eyes a little tighter as her whole body clenched in anticipation that completely overwhelmed her fear. The moment dragged on, the uncertainty hanging over her friend as obvious as it was frustrating and adorable. Somehow, she managed to pull an arm from her friend’s back, fingers barely containing their true desire as they came to rest in her friend’s long, red hair. She was careful, just enough pressure to reassure her, without being enough to force the issue. Fortunately, that was all her friend had needed.
The tension broke along with her skin, sharp teeth passing through more than one feeble barrier in that moment. Her entire body shuddered as the tension turned to something so much more, her mind flooding with an intoxicating cocktail of pleasure and pain. She knew, absently, in the washed out whisper of a mind that wasn’t dedicated to enjoying the experience, that it wasn’t normal. She knew, in some way, that the experience was too extreme for having simply broken the skin. She knew she’d enjoy it, she’d been refusing to acknowledge it of course, but such denial meant little in the starburst of relief that occupied her. But even that hidden knowledge had failed to account for the magic at work in her friend’s teeth.
As her mind began to reassemble itself she was finally able to take stock of the situation. It took a moment to realise the sound she heard was the tail end of her own whimpering moan, then another to come to the embarrassing conclusion that the feeling on her inner thighs was her own over abundant juices. From there it was easy to understand the slight numbness in her body as the after effects of a brief, yet powerful orgasm.
At first, she had credited the movement of her friend’s hands with an attempt to keep her from falling off the bed… Though she wasn’t so sure the hand firmly gripping her ass was in a strictly necessary position for the job. The feeling of her friend’s lips on her shoulder and the hot, heavy breaths that slipped over the point of contact implied something more. Something she hadn’t dared even dream might be an option. Her fantasies had always painted the action as one of necessity, robbing both parties of any need for guilt. Yet here they were and-
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Her friend had finally recovered, and without warning the bite continued. Her world became two dozen little points of pain and pleasure. It was still so little, and yet it felt like so, so much! Her body was quivering, her mind having abandoned control in favour of more important functions. She could feel her friend’s arms taking up the slack, offering her body instructions it was eager to obey. A press on her rear and she was straddling her friend’s thigh. A hand on her head and she was buried into her friend’s neck. A hand tracing her spine left her back arching, and an arm around her shoulders was all she needed to press forward her chest.
She only had a moment to realise she was half naked, wearing thoroughly soaked panties and grinding herself against her best friend before her mind was washed away by another burst of pressure on her shoulder. The feeling spread through her, electrifying every nerve and driving every sensation she felt miles into orbit. How could she live without it after this? How could she resist begging for more? How-
The bite finished, and with one final shudder her body went completely limp. A moment of clarity washed over her. Not from the revelation that her friend was also pressed firmly against her now thoroughly soaked thigh. Not from the unabated lust that filled her friend’s touch. Not from the vague echo of her friend’s words that barely managed to pierce the fog of her addled mind.
No, it was from the bite itself. A pleasure that went beyond the physical in a way she’d never felt before. It had been ridiculous, really, to expect such a clearly supernatural bite to be purely physical, and here she was, so blissfully rewarded with the truth. She had wondered how she could resist begging for more, in the moment before. Now, as she felt the bite taken out of the very fabric of herself she almost wanted to laugh at the idea. Her body twitched, her mind slowly regaining control even as she worked through the experience with such agonising slowness.
The bite wasn’t an absence of what it had taken, it was a connection. There couldn’t be an absence because all of her was still there, just separated. A part of her given to her best friend. A part of her given to the most wonderful, and beautiful, and kind and generous and gentle and loving woman in the world. Her body ached with envy at the true intimacy her spirit was experiencing as it mingled with the woman she loved. She’d finally admitted it. She loved her, not just for the bizarrely unique experience she could offer, but for all the time and trust and friendship that had led them to that moment.
The pleasure was wonderful, her body was still shuddering with the aftershocks as she regained enough control to wrap her arms around her friend and hold her tight… But even if she could never experience that pleasure again, she’d still want to spend the rest of her life with the woman holding her.
As the muddled words she’d heard finally began to resolve themselves into english in her mind she gave her friend another squeeze. Slowly, oh so slowly, she managed to lift her head, her hot breath tickling her friend’s ear as she forced the words out one by one. "I… Love… You… Too."
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