Lina mewled as Cin rolled over, dumping her onto the bed and taking her place over her.
She looked deep into those familiar eyes, so different in the context of having just blown her load into the mouth beneath them, and pushed Lina’s head back into the pillow with a kiss.
Cin tasted herself on her lips, on her tongue.
Strange.
Sexy.
She laughed, forehead pressed softly against Lina’s.
“I’ve never seen you like this…”
“Like…?”
“Like a submissive little puppygirl,” Cin chuckled.
“Hey, fuck you, you just gave me a… a fucking braingasm by cumming down my throat!” Lina protested, quickly regaining her spine and her fire. “I didn’t think that was possible! Still don’t! Witch!”
She glared petulantly up at Cin, ring twinkling prettily on her pouting lip.
“I expect you to repay me for shattering my worldview with… three normal orgasms? Is that reasonable?”
Cin laughed again, and that falling feeling, not physical, the feeling of falling deeper into someone, into love, was everything for a moment.
A moment broken when her throbbing cock, hanging low, brushed up against the wet heat of Lina’s pussy.
The sharp intake of breath was mirrored between them.
“... right now?” Cin asked. She pressed in, less than an inch. Just enough to part those lips. Like a gentle kiss, no tongue.
Lina was breathing hard again, shoulders heaving in excitement.
“Like… right now, yeah,” she said. That ring on her lip clinked as her teeth caught it. So cute. So vulnerable. So Lina, and absolutely not at the same time.
Maybe just Lina when she was with Cin.
Cin sighed, letting herself fall forward a little onto Lina, resting on her chest, nuzzling her face into her neck, but keeping her hips exactly where they were. Cock pressed right up against, but not past, the point of no return.
Cin kissed softly up Lina’s neck, felt the jump in a few places when she got to her ear, gave it a nibble.
“I always knew it’d be you, Lina,” Cin said, and let her hips fall forward.
“Obvi– ohmygodthat’ssobig,” Lina gasped, lower body going limp entirely even as her nails clenched into Cin’s back.
“You’re good, you can take it,” Cin said softly, not moving, letting her get used to it.
She wasn’t being a dick. She was well acquainted with Lina’s toy collection; Lina might be a virgin with actual dick… well, not anymore, but silicone? Most of her toys would put any man to shame, and a select few even equalled Cin.
“I fuckin’ know I can take it, Cin,” Lina growled. Her body was kind of freaking out a bit. Her hands clenched and unclenched on Cin’s back, and her mouth worked, expression shifting wildly from pleasure to pain.
All that while her legs, hips, and pussy seemed to be trying to both push her out, and take her to the hilt all at the same time.
“Better be fuckin’ worth it,” Lina mumbled grumpily, “suprised you haven’t shot al–”
“Hey,” Cin scolded, having just done what at least half of Lina’s body wanted her to do, and let her cockhead kiss Lina’s womb, “be nice.”
“Oh FUUuuuuuuuuuuuCK!” Lina screamed. And, wouldn’t you know it, creamed. Being inside her during that? Unreal. Every twitch, every undulation, her pussy a perfect machine to milk every last drop of baby batter out of Cin’s balls.
Woulda worked too, if she hadn’t just unloaded in her stomach.
Instead, Cin laughed at her best friend as she writhed beneath her, dignity absent as it had ever been with her face locked in a silly little grimace of abject pleasure.
“You really are making me feel better about myself,” Cin mocked.
A trembling hand reached down between them, grabbing an imaginary object then pulling it quickly back up to her face.
“Yoink!”
“What the fuck?”
Lina’s fingers split into a V.
“Got your V card!” She said with a radiant, adorably smug smile.
“You’re a fucking idiot.”
“And I wish you were fucking, idiot. Start moving.”
Cin had never been happier to do anything in her whole life.
Except maybe make the Cockatrices.
And lose her virginity.
To Lina.
It had been a hell of a day.
The feeling in the room, between them… it was strange.
Not bad. Not at all.
But until this moment it had all be playful, maybe a little mean, but in a way they both enjoyed.
Now, as she slowly rolled her hips, Lina’s fingers gently tracing the hot lines she’d left on Cin’s back, Cin’s cock dipping deep, but gentle, before doing it all again…
Well, this felt one hell of a lot like making love.
Cin leaned down, kissing Lina for the first time not with passion, not with hunger, but with a soft, gentle kind of need. Maybe an acceptance? Of what, Cin couldn’t even tell herself, she just knew, right now, that Lina was everything she’d ever wanted.
Always had been.
“You have me now, baby,” Lina whispered, words catching as one of Cin’s slow strokes hit its deepest point, “you have me now. You’ve always had me…”
Her fingers laced into Cin’s hair, pulling her down, holding her close as she laid sweet kisses into the crook of her neck.
Part of Cin was raging. Telling her this wasn’t sex, this wasn’t fucking. She should be breeding this bitch, dominating her, making her really understand just how right she was about Cin ‘having’ her.
That part was strong. So, so, terrifyingly strong.
But Lina, this wonderful girl, had been right, with her little pep talk yesterday, as soon as they’d entered this room.
If Cin was going to let it win, she would have by now.
Cin smirked to herself, glad it was hidden in Lina’s shoulder.
Fact was, she was going to let it out eventually. Nothing it wanted her to do was something Lina wouldn’t enjoy, and neither of them had to say a word to know this wouldn’t be a one-time thing.
Shit, before the end of the semester, Cin bet the ‘times’ would be measured in the hundreds.
No, for now, she let this union be what it was, a tacit declaration of love, their bodies saying words she was certain it would take their mouths a long time to catch up with.
The pressure built between them, slow and sure, growing with every thrust, every tug of Lina’s legs locked behind Cin’s hips.
God she felt amazing. Tight, wet heat over every inch, welcoming every thrust, holding her tight with every retreat.
Cin told her so. The source of this chapter is g.com.
“Oh baby,” Lina laughed in response, “ah! I wish you could feel how good you feel.”
Mischief entered lust clouded eyes.
“Actually…”
Those eyes wandered to her bedroom drawer, where Cin was aware of a veritable menagerie of all shapes and sizes you’d expect, and plenty you very much would not.
“Heh, later,” Cin laughed. She kissed Lina deep and soft. “Right now all I wanna feel is you.”
“Promise!?” Lina squealed with concerning, and a little exciting, enthusiasm.
“Promise,” Cin chuckled.
To be fair, she would have promised Lina anything at that instant.
That pressure in her balls was quickly building to something that would not be ignored.
“Ah,” she groaned, abs clenching and bucking as the first shock began to run through her.
“Oh? Oh! Babe, pull out!”
Cin forced her eyes open and her hips back, shouting her release as thick ropes of her love shot all over Lina out of her wildly swinging cock.
It was, without question, the hardest she’d cum in her entire life. So hard it hurt. Hurt her cock from the force, hurt her balls from the clenching, trying to wring every last drop out of themselves and into her perfectly breedable best friend.
Poor guys. All for naught.
Well, not for naught. Lina wore that new paintjob well.
Splatters of white covering the dusting of hair on her pussy, streaks all over that perfect tummy, and one lone ambitious strand over her lips, parted in a pretty little O of surprise.
“...wow. WOW. Like fucking… Wow. You just came in my fucking throat! How is there…?” She collected the strand across her lips, playing it between her fingers as her eyes watched it like a cat with a bird. “... so much…”
“Eat it,” Cin ordered, tenderness all but gone. The sight of Lina playing with her cum like that had sent her feral, kept her hard, and guaranteed Lina was going to get more of the stuff she seemed to like so much.
Lina gave Cin her brattiest little smile.
“Bossy.”
But still, she reached down, scooping up part of the mess on her chest. She parted her lips, bringing her fingers slowly to her outstretched tongue. That tongue snuck down each finger, between every knuckle, before pretty purple lips sucked each clean.
Slate grey eyes pinned Cin’s own as Lina, dramatically, with relish swallowed it all down.
She let her jaw fall, showing Cin a clean tongue, and an empty throat.
The moment was only a little ruined by an embarrassing ‘blurt!’ from below.
Lina looked down, brow furrowing in confusion as she looked at what was obviously an enormous cumshot leaking out of her.
“Babe? Are you su–” she looked at her drenched stomach and pussy. “I mean, yeah, of course you pulled out duh, but… then…”
Once more, she had Cin’s cum webbed between her fingers.
“Is this all pre…? Whoa!”
Cin had grabbed her hips roughly pulling her down into position. The head of her cock throbbed insistently against an already well-used entrance.
Lina’s eyes shot to her right, where her beside table lay closed, then back down to all the cum dripping out of her pussy, and still glistening on the head of Cin’s cock. Her lip stayed locked between her lip as she muttered something under her breath.
“Plan B better be fuckin worth it…”