Palace Life

By ocean pomegranite

Published on Oct 23, 2006

Bisexual

When I return to my quarters, I find Joelle there in her outerwear, getting ready to go out. I go to her and allow myself to be enveloped in her arms. She's much taller than I am.

"Where do you think you're going, woman?" I ask.

"I have some errands in the city. You need some new toiletries, I need some books from the library..."

"mmph." I mutter into her shoulder. "Don't go."

"Whyever not?" she laughs, but I'm feeling sad and confused from my conversation with the lonely Empress. Joelle catches the seriousness in my posture, and squeezes me tightly. "I'll only be gone a couple of hours."

"okay, nevermind."

"What is it?" She asks, but when I don't reply, she leans in for a long kiss instead. It goes on and on, her lips locked to mine, and when her tongue starts exploring the inside of my mouth I know I've won this battle. She'll be staying at least a while.

We press our bodies ever closer together, standing in the doorway, and I can't help but breathe faster and harder as her kisses come with more pressure, hips pushing against mine. She pulls my coat off, letting it fall to the floor, never stopping the kisses. Her hands flicker over my shoulders, detouring downwards to pinch my already erect nipples gently through my dress. Turning me forcibly around, she presses me from behind, fondling my breasts, and letting her hands roam down to my inner thighs. She lifts my skirt and teases me by running her fingers through my pubic hair for ages, making me moan with impatience. We hit the bed hard, breathing heavily and ripping away clothing with abandon.

"Oh lord, darlin', please..." I'm murmering incoherantly in her ear as her fingers rub up and down in my wet slit. I don't know if I want her to slow down so that this will last, or if I want her to bring me to the final shattering orgasm right now. I've never been the most patient girl. Her lips trace down my body, to nibble at my navel, which makes me arch backwards, shivering. Then downwards to lick at my labia and delve into the depest recess of my body, flicking my clitoris periodically. I'm gasping for breath now, hands crumpling the bedsheets, fighting the impending orgasm for as long as I can. Times like this, I'm given to the running commentary, and I'm babbling,

"Oh babe... mmmm... feels so good.... Yeah. Yeah. Mmm, fuck me with your tongue... aaaah."

I can feel the heat rising in my abdomen, the blood pumping through my genitals, and I'm suddenly spazming, teeth clenched, feeling a hot liquid dripping between my legs. Her tongue is putting just the righ amount of pressure on my clitoris, and I can't hold back any more. "Oh BABE! I'm going to cum so hard...mmmm... I'm coming.... aaaaaaaaah!!!!" and it's so fine, the stars exploding behind my eyes. As soon as start coming down from the ecstacy, I see that my lover is kneeling between my legs, rubbing her own clit. Her cheeks are bright red, eyes glazed as she cries out and arches her own back, two fingers a blur. She's in a frenzy, and her hips pump forward once, twice, and then she's lost in the orgasm, crying out and I reach out to steady her as she bucks. Our thighs are coated in sticky cum, and when we fall back to catch our breath, our sweat mingles on the bedsheets.


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