303. About sex, 8

(Rose)

We've recovered over the next day or two. Ana has finished a small metamorphosis meanwhile. Not a big physical difference, but a useful adaptation.

Her feet are now able to open themselves differently and more easily.

She still has her sharp eagle-like talons, but she now is able to open them completely and to walk, like a more common crow.

So we see her walking around the resort, like a pet, and in the end doing her life without waiting for us to move.

We haven't moved much.

To recover, first and foremost.

To enjoy the touch of the nice sheets then; and by that I mostly mean to enjoy each other.

Like we do with alcohol, sometimes we indulge ourselves into experiences of hedonic excess.

Very rarely, but from time to time, we get tipsy together.

And similarly, once in a while, we just laze around making love until we fall asleep doing it, in the middle of the day.

Playing rub rub as she says.

We polished our nails very short. We have fun.

All her wounds have healed. Mine as well, though my hair still is too short to tie together.

We exchange too many kisses to count, too many caresses and massaging.

Too many licks now even. Her new idea is to lick each other like cats would.

It was more ticklish to me than erotic, until she reached my lower lips.

Then I agree, I have been feeling something different.

It ended up very nice.

She makes me discover myself a little further. She gives me lots of pleasure.

I get all sweaty, from outside, on my skin, and within my womb as well.

I hear myself moan, holding onto what I can grasp.

Then Bleue jumps on me in obscene manners, but joy incarnate.

B - Now do me!

Surprise is followed by laughs and then cheerful compliance.

I lick her as well, as deep as I can, kissing her deeply everywhere. And making her gradually feel good as well, until she asks for a rest, which can take a while. Not that I mind.

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Bleue is holding my head deep between her thighs, helping my tongue to get as deep as it can inside of her.

I sneak fingers inside her vagina as well, and use a moment of weakness to grab the free bud just above there with my lips. My tongue knows these tender places as well as her mouth now.

Bleue moans a little more loudly than usual. I get wet all over. Her flesh is constricting around my fingers which I slowly pull and slide out. The last rub for this time.

She's catching her breath back, beaming.

B - Now... Your turn. Come, lie down.

R - Alright.

I go lie where she was. The sheets are damp from her sweats. It smells like her do it's rather nice to me.

She's opening my legs with a smile. She has a proud look on her face.

B - I promise I will now make you feel like you've never felt before.

R - Wow, that's bold. But I like that ambition. Alright then... Show me.

She pulls out her tongue and comes to me. The wet kisses and licks begin.

It doesn't have to be extraordinary really. It's already ready enjoyable.

But then, there was the surprise.

In more ways than one.

Dear me...

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I could her myself moaning, again. My sex, the broad area there where all happened, was getting fuzzy and warm.

Vagina, lips, clitoris, and really just my skin and softer flesh everywhere, it was stimulated in the nicest way.

She was brushing my hair down there in a ticklish manner, and even over my belly. There's a way she gently brushes my skin, very light in touch, like the softest brush, it becomes almost erogenous. And all pleasant anyway, so nothing else mattered.

Her tongue had melted along that and my insides. Pleasure rose and blossomed. I sighed greatly, happy.

My eyes were closed, as I felt somewhat drowsy, like in a lull, almost asleep though not sleepy.

A few minutes of bliss in peace where I could just float there in pleasure.

Bleue kissed my mouth, my breasts and my tummy, keeping me warm everywhere.

I couldn't really hear her or anything else for a minute. I didn't realise what she was doing to me.

I could feel that she was doing something to me, but whatever it was, I couldn't be curious about it at that moment.

It only felt like a very nice warmth at the bottom of my tummy, just above my hair.

She was doing what felt like a massage there.

B - Now keep your eyes closed for a little longer, it's working fine.

R - What.... What?

I was feeling like a new orgasm was slowly budding within me, but in a different way.

My muscles tensed. My skin felt pulled. It was feeling weirder and weirder.

The warmth became unsettling as this feeling of incoming pleasure with very little stimulation inside my body got me frowning.

What was she doing to me?

Maybe a few seconds before this concentrated orgasm was to blossom, my increased heartbeat turned to worry and got me to open my eyes and see.

The shock of the sight almost got me a heart attack. There was a real strike of sharp pain inside my chest.

Two things I couldn't believe I was seeing.

First a penis attached to my body and realising the sensations about to burst were from there.

Second, Bleue holding the melting wishing stone against my tummy, consuming it there in order to make this abomination happen, of all possible things to wish for!

I just managed to scream and then yell how shocked I was.

R - What the fuck have you done!

Then it was a gasp, a mix of disgust, pleasure and pain, as this different form of pleasure surged through the lower part of my tummy. Bleue stepped back, shocked by my reaction I think, but mine got much worse.

I was beginning to ejaculate, without control and pleasure forced on me, cutting my nerves and paralysing most of my body for a moment.

I was falling, and that thing between my leg kept at it as if I was urinating or bleeding badly, in aa terrifying manner.

The wishing stone had used maybe half of its power to grow that thing onto me. And it now was slowly consuming the rest, stuck as if glued to my belly, to produce ludicrous amounts of fluids, and keep me in that continuous orgasm.

I could barely think or move anymore. I could see with nausea that fountain of man's milk erupting there as if I was soiling myself badly.

I heard Bleue laughing nervously, more than in a mockery. That stirred something bad.

I managed to order her and the wish stone to stop it.

Tens of second of continuous ejaculation were ruining and draining me, body and soul, despite the obsessive pleasure it carried.

Bleue removed what was left of the stone, scratching a spot of skin turned frail and viscous.

That thing on my groin spewed the last drops of water from my body, turned into this fluid. I saw it splash against the horribly disgusting puddle I had made on that bed...

I felt absolutely dehydrated once the intense sensations had faded.

But I was feeling moreover something much more worrying than that.

I couldn't move, terrified by what just happened for now.

B - Rose... Are you okay?

I was crying in some abstract fear, still unable to realise what just happened to me.

I opened my arms and she came to hug me.

I held her tight, as I had been really terrified for a moment...

I tried to reassure myself that all was going to be fine holding onto her.

I tried not to think yet that it was her doing, and about what she had done to me.

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