Chapter 14: Chapter 14: You forgot me

“Do you believe me now?” I questioned her after relentlessly filling her with my affection. If this wasn’t enough, then I would need to go to greater lengths to improve and learn further.

“I do, I do,” she yielded to my actions and words, remaining still, catching her breath. I didn’t understand why she repeated herself. It felt excessive, but perhaps the orgasm had just been that good.

“Good...” I caressed her legs the way she had done on my tail, causing her to shake.

“You’re awfully sensitive,” my mouth opened, surprised at her behaviour. I wasn’t yet aware of the consequences that I had caused on her end. But to be fair, I wasn’t worried about it either. 

A smile remained on my face from what transpired in this room. But it did not satisfy my body the way her own was. It didn’t feel fair. Therefore, I leaned forward to her skin, and began kissing it one time after another, soft little ones. 

I tried different ones, quickly understanding that the best one was when I did it with the tip of my tongue in-between my lips. 

It worked especially well, since her skin was damn hot. 

“No... I’ve had my share...” Her tongue spat complainants at my actions.

“I believe you have, but...” I peeked at her with my bright orange eyes, “But... you forgot me,” I grinned lustfully, one that she couldn’t see as my mouth was still too low, out of her sight. 

Thus, I continued provoking her sensitive skin. Sooner or later, she was bound to give in. If she didn’t, then at least her body would.

Trembling moans crawled out of her lips as she failed to contain them inside. They got louder and sexier depending on where I kissed her. 

It took me no time to understand that, and like playing the game of hot and cold,. Where one person would hide something, and then the other would need to find it while receiving hints. Thus, the hotter it would be, the closer the searcher would get, eventually finding the precious item.

And for me that was no different, finding the source of the honey stream, a lovely pink comb. Needless to say, that there were no bees whatsoever. Though if there were any, I’d pull her into the water, drowning any who might dare try to stand between me and my beloved sweet.

Right as I went a tad below the belly button and was almost reaching a little bump, her arms got hold of my cheeks, kindly raising my face to her.

“You’re right,” she averted her gaze from me, in a failed attempt to hide her small smile. She pushed me away and then her body entered the bathtub. 

I saw how all of her drowned in it, leaving a cloud of hair to come to the surface, but not above it. 

“It looks like a moon, and-“ I shook, filling something passing my lower lips. 

Her body emerged, and then she circled me, pushing me against the wall. 

I faced her, and her lips got hold of my lower one, kissing it softly. And then she betrayed me, biting it. A giggled escaped her mouth, and from mine a soft moan of pain followed. 

She pointed a finger at the wound on her neck, and I turned my gaze away, indicating that I knew nothing of the matter.

She laughed, irradiating happiness between the two of us. Her feet took her closer to me, and then she made an effort to sit me where her ass was before.

Of course, I gave her a hand discreetly, leaving my tail behind of me to dry.

“You got to punish me,” her tongue complained, and a smirk followed. 

“Well...” as I was about to justify myself, she shushed me with a finger vertically placed on my lips. And then with little to no strength she pushed me back, and I allowed myself to fall on my tail, feeling like splashing against a wet cushion.

“Please close your eyes,” she asked with a kind tone, disarming my resistances. 

She didn’t even need to talk to charm me. Her looks alone would tempt anyone who dared to gaze at her for a few seconds. 

It was worse with her sister, who was older, and I couldn’t even fathom their mother. That is, if her age wasn’t too old. But knowing that this family worked hard towards preserving their bloodline, the odds were that she was at least younger than Astal, so the possibility that her beauty remained was a high one. Though that made me remember that he slept alone, meaning that the mistress was being taken cared of in an unfamiliar room, or even another location.

As much as my mind divagated, it only lasted a little bit. Enough for Sofia to meddle with my body. Her fingers crawled through my legs, from the bottom to the top, stopping close-by to my waistline. Once, twice, and then a third time, but this time with her nails. She seemed to be enjoying herself.

“You were having too much fun teasing me,” her voice spoke of revenge, causing my body to waver and throat to gulp, consuming her words all the way in to my stomach.

Her eyes followed the line of my neck, and her hands got hold of my breasts. 

“These melons, are you not ashamed to have such a big... juicy... size...” her intent felt like she was trying to be superior to me, scorning me even, but clearly having difficulties of resisting my breasts.

“Should I?” I went along, replying timidly.

“No!” Her sincerity got the best of her, “I mean yes!” She groped them to punish me, forcing a moan to flee out of me.

“Yes! That’s more like it!” She began massaging my boobs, grabbing mainly the area below and above the nipple. 

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Perverted sounds flowed out from the two of us, dancing inside the same hall. Like two partners attempting pas de deux, rhythmically, dexterously, step by step, enchanted by each other's presence. 

Her hand widened, getting hold of the sides of my boobs, doing small circles, squeezing here and there. It was like listening to swan lake, such was the beauty of the moans coming out of our mouths. Me who couldn’t help myself from being touched by the girl I loved, and her who was lustfully lost in my body. 

Her hands descended down my hips, and she pulled them to the edge. She then raised my legs in the air, leaving my pussy out in the open for her to watch. 

Her waistline centred towards me, sliding her wet vagina onto mine. That sensation made my eyes roll under my eyelids, and my lips to curve. 

From the last time we did it, it was clear what would come out of it. 

The excitement came from the tribbing to the way her buttcheeks slapped the water beneath them each time she went up and down. The sound and the friction together were a blend of ecstasy in my mind. Napping after a day of school hadn’t come even close.

To my surprise, she pulled my index finger down to the bulge, my own clitoris that was now partially wet from Sofia’s moves. I felt a tingling sensation that grew as I moved it in circles with her guidance.

I opened my eyes, taking a peek at the way her gaze focused on leading me, at her uncontrollable breathing, and bouncing boobs. 

This sight produced my mind to deepen onto my urges, they who sank further into lust by the second.

I closed my eyes, after showing clear signs of embarrassment, not believing I was actually playing with myself.

My surprise only grew more and more thanks to these sisters who began these acts. Things that I hadn’t quite dreamed of before. At least not to this level, not that I regretted any of it. After all, I did feel quite loved by Sofia. 

But her sister, well. That one I knew I had to keep my distance from. At least till I gained more information about how things worked in this mansion, and the peculiarities of her family.

The rubbing of my finger soon became my own motion, my own masturbation. And to complement it, a new sensation blended in. Her tongue slipped through the lips of my pussy, causing jolts to reach my brain. One after another, one stronger than the last.

‘Why does it feel so good!?’ I complained in my mind, afraid I might get too addicted to it. Becoming unable to ever escape her skilled tongue.

Her thumbs spread my lips to the side, allowing my gesture to gain intensity.

‘Why does it have to feel even better?’ I groaned in delight, appeasing to Sofia, whose ears loved to hear the consequences of her actions. 

The soft stretching to the sides allowed my finger to feel my clitoris better, and if that wasn’t enough, it also gave her more room to play.

Moist followed her tongue, now to the new area that had never been touched before in that way. 

I felt fully exposed, without truly knowing that was just the start of a greater exposure. Like art seen by many in a museum. The sensation I had was that my lower side was one of those majestic masterpieces.

The sensations, they expanded the lower she licked me, reaching without reaching my vagina. 

“You are teasing me,” a desperate complaint along with a moan escaped my mouth. She had been hinting that her tongue would make it all the way to my entrance, where my fluids flowed out. It showed her that it was ready to be explored, that I was prepared to have it.

And yet... and yet she lured me into thinking that she would do something about it. But she didn’t, not right away. I felt so needie about it all that I could no longer help myself but to go out of my she’ll to say it, to mutter about my desires, to enlighten her.

“I want it,” and to correspond to my words, a cheeky smile passed through her beautiful face. 

Her golden eyes lowered further, reflecting my opening in them. And her finger appeared at the entrance from below, touching the entrance with the tip, analysing it, teasing me further.

And then she removed it, causing my body to twitch and my pussy to move after it, chasing it.

I heard her suck herself, drenching the finger as a precaution, and then it returned and began circling around my entrance. It was wet, but thanks to her actions, it became even more. It went around and around in circles, taking my hips to do the same.

We went on following each other, and from the pleasure of such a simple dance, I forgot who had started it. My mind was going blank and my pussy spurted a stream. The way it fell on the water below Sofia caused a great embarrass in my mind. Almost like I was peeing. For a moment it felt like it, but I also knew that the strength that it came out differed, and the sensations that caused it were vastly distinct and wonderful.

“You squirted on me,” her voice sounded surprised. She wanted to make me cum with her finger, through some thrusting. But I hadn’t resisted that far. I simply couldn’t have. My body didn’t allow it, and neither did my mind.

“I... couldn’t help it,” sincerity left me, appeasing her.

“I can see that,” her fingers stood in front of her lips as she giggled gracefully.

Softly she lowered my legs, allowing them to rest on the pseudo hot water. It felt no different from the boiling springs. 

I couldn’t yet move, so my body remained there, resting as she washed over my feet, my legs, eventually reaching out for the rest.

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