Liliene stood frozen, straddling Laura. She watched, speechless, as Laura finished loosening the laces at the front of her chemise. Laura opened her mouth to speak but changed her mind. She grabbed the fabric around both her shoulders, her arms crossed above her chest, and dragged it down slowly, her eyes fixed on Lili’s deep, red ones.
The soft swell of her breasts came into view first. Laura kept going. The revealed fair skin shifted darker, pinker, as she exposed her areolas, then her nipples, until nothing hid the sight of her breasts. Laura truly had freckles on her breasts, and it was devastatingly cute.
Liliene had seen breasts before, obviously. She even had some herself. Emphasize ‘some.’ But the sight of her lover’s breasts… Her hands moved on their own but didn’t dare make contact yet.
“Do you… Do you like them?” Laura’s voice, timid and vulnerable, still held a little hopeful edge.
“Hm.”
Words were still too complicated a concept for Liliene. All she could do was give a nod, her eyes glued to Laura’s mounds, flattened by gravity.
With a shy, sunny smile, Laura took Liliene’s hands in hers and guided them, allowing the last stretch of the journey separating Liliene’s palms to her skin.
A caress at first, just the pass of her thumbs over Laura’s nipples. It elicited an airy breathe from Laura. Not a moan yet, but pleasure nonetheless. Then Liliene’s fingers closed around Laura’s breasts. Maybe they were slightly on the smaller end, but it didn’t matter; it was as if they had been molded to fit perfectly inside Liliene’s hands. She pressed against the soft mounds, flattening them, then squeezed gently. She did it again, once, twice.
Laura relaxed further, her head sinking deeper into the pillow. Her back arched despite herself, seeking to give more of herself. But it wasn’t enough. She wriggled her legs out from under Liliene’s thighs. Once freed, she slowly spread them. She wanted to. A quick, intrusive thought that made her blush. It was right for her to spread her legs for Liliene. Besides, it allowed her to break Liliene from her trance over her breasts, as flattering as it was.
Laura’s legs came around Liliene’s waist, her calves hooking behind her back; and she pulled her close. As soon as Liliene’s neck came within range, Laura linked her arms behind it to accompany her descent, to guide Liliene to her mouth.
Laura’s lips parted in anticipation; she closed her eyes, welcoming the possessive, hungry lips claiming her own, nibbling, her lips temptingly being caught between sharp canines. Not enough to pierce, or even hurt, but enough to draw a small, helpless yet delighted whimper.
“Lili… you too. I want to feel you,” Laura breathed in between kisses.
Liliene nodded, but acquiescing was easier than performing. She leaned back and gathered her dress, lifting it just past her hips, but she froze there. Her body was all angles and sharp lines compared to the soft curves before her. She had never complained about her build in a fight. But they weren’t exactly fighting, and she was suddenly lacking.
As if feeling her girlfriend’s thought herself, Laura lifted her own arms above her head. Her breasts stretched, highlighting every curves, from her taunt stomach to her meager arms. With her reddish hair fanning around her, she was the perfect picture of a maidenly sacrifice.
“Am I perfect?” Laura asked.
“Yes.” No hesitation could be found in Liliene’s voice.
Well. There went Laura’s plan about nobody being perfect. She improvised.
“I’ll also find you perfect, Lili.”
Where had all her usual confidence gone? Liliene gulped and nodded, then lifted her dress over her head. The discarded piece of fabric fell next to the bed. She was bare, save for one piece of undergarment. Her hands closed around her own breasts, hiding them, unwillingly comparing them to the ones she had just touched.
Laura waited, her eyes hooded with desire. Her gaze darted between Liliene’s eyes and the hands hiding her breasts, hoping they would soon move out of the way.
And they did. Liliene lowered them, her palms pressed flat, as if caressing her own skin.
“They’re not…”
Laura’s hand closed around them before Liliene could finish her sentence, cupping the perky softness. Liliene moaned and crashed into Laura. Her mouth not only claiming, but devouring. Their hands were everywhere, caressing, gripping, clawing.
Seeking more contact, they both pulled at the last pieces of clothing they wore. Liliene wanted to lean back and look, to admire Laura’s naked body; Laura would most likely let her. But she wouldn’t. Not feeling her lover’s skin against her would be torture. They slipped out of their panties, just kicking them away when they reached their knees, unwilling to separate even for a few seconds.
They pressed their feverish bodies closer, wanting to eliminate any air between them. Liliene’s hand found Laura’s breast again, just one this time, as she needed to keep a hold on her lover’s back, to keep pressing her body harder. Their legs intertwined; and soon they were nothing but a labyrinth of limbs, unsure where one started and the other ended.
Liliene’s leg crept higher, pushing past Laura’s thighs, her lover’s skin growing hotter with every inch she took upward. Until her thigh brushed against Laura’s core.
“Mm…” Laura’s breathing deepened, quickened.
Pressing again, she felt the coarse brush of her girlfriend's pubes against her thigh. Liliene abandoned the massage of her Laura’s tits to journey downward. She gave a last squeeze first, for good measure, Laura’s nipple pinched between her index finger and her middle finger; then she let her hand slowly trail past Laura’s ribs, past her stomach. Her fingers found her belly button first, circled it, and kept going downward. She stopped at the first hint of thicker hair as if awaiting permission.
The silence stretched, punctuated only by the throaty hum of instinctive humps. Laura’s hips shifted, a minute roll upward, a clear answer without a word.
Permission was granted.
Liliene’s fingers delved into the coarse hair, then pushed lower. Laura’s breath hitched, her legs fell open wider; she had surrendered. Liliene cupped the scorching hot sex of her girlfriend.
Feeling Laura’s hands claw at her back was a reward in itself. Then, a finger slid through the slick folds; she was already impossibly wet. Liliene explored cautiously, mapping the unfamiliar territory. Laura’s insides were soft, burning, yielding, and when her fingers dug deeper, making her palm press against a small, firm nut at the apex, Laura’s entire body jolted.
“Lil…” Laura’s voice was a thin rasp. She couldn’t even pronounce her lover’s name. Her mouth opened wide in a silent shout, her hips bucking.
The sight made Liliene’s own core react. She was doing this to Laura. It was her fingers that made Laura close her eyes and moan. She did it again; she pushed inside her, feeling Laura’s hips press against her hand as if trying to take her fingers deeper.
“Mm. Lili… Ah!”
Liliene brought her forehead against Laura’s, her hair falling like a curtain around them. She kept her ministrations slow and gentle, enjoying every burst of Laura’s ragged breath.
“My Laura… Do you feel good?”
While Laura’s little sounds told her she was doing an okay job, at least, it was still the first time Liliene touched another girl. Or a girl, period, her own desires having only awakened after tasting blood. The source of this chapter is novelping(.)com.
“What should I…”
Laura’s arms linked around Liliene neck.
“Hmm-hmm.” Laura nodded with a face that was half a moan, half a smile. “Just… keep touching me. Just a little deeper.”
Liliene circled her thumb, and Laura's hips lifted to meet the pressure. She crooked her fingers inside the slick heat, and was rewarded with a sharp gasp and a clench around her knuckles. She could elicit the moans, she realized, a sound she could produce from Laura to better please her ears. The sight was intoxicating, and so were the sounds. She didn’t even notice her own free hand reaching her sex. She cupped herself to the same cadence, gathering her wetness, then found her clit.
“Lili…” Laura hooded eyes found Liliene. Her smile was that of an angel. “Let me…”
Laura removed Liliene’s hand first. Then, with reverence, she traced Liliene’s slit with a single, delicate finger.
“Ah,” Liliene breathed, her hips trembling, almost failing to maintain her pose.
She resumed her work inside Laura, guiding her, doing on her lover what she’d like for herself. Laura understood. She slipped one finger into Liliene’s hot wetness, then another. Their tempo accelerated. Laura fingered Liliene deeper, and Liliene mirrored her, adding to her own hectic rhythm.
Liliene's arms trembled, the muscles in her thighs screaming. Her grip on Laura faltered, and she sank, boneless, onto the welcome warmth beneath her. Her mouth instinctively sought Laura’s. Her tongue forced her way inside Laura’s mouth, who answered in kind. A trail of saliva dripped down Laura’s cheek. No more words were heard, only grunts and moans, and the wet slaps of hurried limbs against their skin, damp with sweat.
Laura suddenly broke the kiss as her head thrashed backward, her pussy clenching around Liliene’s fingers. Liliene knew what was coming; she wanted that, too. She humped harder against Laura’s hand, seeking the same peak.
Liliene felt it: the heat gathering low in her belly. Her lover’s mouth being too busy whimpering, she bit on her neck; not to draw blood this time, only to mark her territory and muffle her own sounds of pleasure. Her digits matched the little pulses of Laura’s insides and accompanied her. And Liliene blanked. They both did. They moved on autopilot, both riding the exhilarating experience of an orgasm at someone else’s hand.
They allowed the dance to fade, their fingers gradually losing speed and strength, only pushing deep once at times to elicit a surprised moan from the other. Until they completely stopped. Liliene removed her fingers, her skin wrinkled by the constant gush inside Laura’s pussy. Taken by an intrusive burst of curiosity, she brought her fingers to her mouth and sucked them.
“Lili, don’t!” Laura removed her hand from between Liliene’s thighs as well, and hid her face, unable to look at her lover tasting her juices. Still, she discreetly folded a finger to give it a little lick as well. The taste made her redden deeply. “God… You’re terrible.”
Still, that didn’t stop her from nestling against Liliene.
“I love you, Lili.”
Liliene opened one arm to welcome Laura’s smaller body against hers, then closed it around her head as if to keep her safe. They didn’t bother dressing up again, Liliene only pulled the covers up to their waists.
“I love you, too, Laura,” she answered, proving her feelings with a tender kiss against Laura’s scalp.
Nothing more was said; nothing else mattered than the warm, comfy feeling of cuddling the naked body of the person you loved.
***
“My…” Nex caught herself. She didn’t feel like it was the proper time to role-play maid and lady. “Lili…”
She sank to her knees next to Liliene’s bed, where she lay asleep on her back, Laura lovingly curled against her. Nex grimaced at the mere thought of interrupting them. If it were only her call, she would have spent the night outside to give them the privacy they deserved. But she had promised.
Her finger gently brushed a strand of hair from Liliene’s forehead.
“Lili. Do you still want to talk?”
Part of Nex wanted her princess to say no in her sleep, to have an excuse for running away. But life was never that kind. Liliene stretched, and Nex couldn’t help but glance at Liliene’s bare breasts peeking above the covers.
“...Nex?”
Nex avoided her gaze in a hurry. It hadn’t been quick enough; Liliene reddened and brought the covers back up. She had never felt self-conscious about showing her body before, or at least, never in front of Nex. But after their encounter with Sylvia, a seed had sprouted in her mind.
“Can you… Can you turn around? Please.”
Nex bit her lip and obeyed. Time passed in silence, with only the rustle of fabric in the background. Liliene slipped into a simple nightdress. They weren’t going to meet anyone. She stood beside her eternal big sister and gave her a real, genuine smile.
“Thank you. For keeping your promise.” After a glance toward her lover, sleeping peacefully in her bed, she opened the door to their room. “Care for a midnight stroll with your Lady?”
A small, happy smile bloomed on Nex’s face, and she relaxed a fraction. “Of course. It’s my job to follow My Lady wherever she goes.”
They went outside and circled the inn quietly, Nex walking three steps behind her Lady. The streets and alleys were silent. Mostly. Two cats were fighting somewhere, and they were loud about it.
Feeling better than ever, Liliene jumped, her foot finding a protruding stone in the inn’s wall. She pushed off, sprang across the alley, and planted one foot against the opposite wall, rebounding between the two buildings. She repeated the steps until she stood on the inn’s rooftop.
“Lili! What if… You’re impossible.” Nex grunted and expanded her domain as far as possible, the night allowing her a good deal of leeway. Thankfully, she felt nobody outside within her domain, only a few sleeping souls in their homes.
With the moon high in the sky, Liliene’s shadow fell from the rooftop to the alley below.
“Come on. Hop in,” she invited cheekily.
A dome of darkness rose from her shadow beside her and deposited a very unimpressed Nex.
“You’re taking unnecessary risks, Princess.”
Nex remembered Luna using the exact same expression once. She hoped she wasn’t slowly turning into a machine.
“What am I, Nex?” Liliene didn’t look at Nex as she talked. She kept her gaze straight, on nothing but the blank wall ahead. “Am I your Princess? Your Lady? Your Lili? Your little sister?”
Liliene sighed and sat on the rooftop tiles. She then let herself fall backward, using her hands as pillows. The moon was bright above her, drowning out any nearby stars. This story is hosted at novelping dot com.
“You’re… all of that, Lili.”
Liliene didn’t say anything for a moment and only patted the spot next to her in invitation. She waited for Nex to join her, though the maid only sat.
Growing tired of waiting for Nex, Liliene rolled to her side and pulled weakly on Nex’s sleeve until the maid gave up and finally lay down next to her. Liliene curled in on herself, keeping both of her hands under her cheek.
“Do I… Do I get your panties in a twist?” Liliene asked with a mischievous smile.
Nex’s eyes flew wide, and she choked on her own spit.
“Lili! You-You can’t say that!” Nex hid her reddening face and grumbled. “I’m going to kill Lascivia before you can see her again. I swear.”
Liliene giggled, happy the awkward atmosphere was receding.
“Nex… You can’t solve all your problems with murder,” she admonished playfully.
“If my problems are breathing, I’m pretty sure I can.”
Liliene grabbed Nex’s sleeve again. This was still Nex. The person who had spent all of her life helping her, protecting her. This was still her Nex.
“Do you… Do you want the same thing I have with Laura? With me?”
Nex didn’t answer. Her jaw clenched, her gaze darted away.
“Is it because… I look like my mom?”
She needed answers, and she wouldn’t hate Nex no matter what they were; that much she was certain of.
“Sometimes… I look at you, and I see her,” Nex said after what felt like an eternity. “And it hurts, it’s confusing, and…” she trailed, unable to finish her thoughts. It makes me ashamed of myself.
“I’m sorry…”
“Don’t be. Seeing you grown up and healthy is the light of my days, Lili.”
“But light hurts…” Liliene pouted.
Nex groaned. “Then it’s the moon of my night.”
“Hm,” Liliene nodded happily. “Better.”
Another beat of silence passed.
“You still didn’t answer my question.” Her hand never let go of Nex’s sleeve, as if she were scared her sister would run away. “Do you want to kiss me? ...Touch me?”
She didn’t miss Nex’s jolt at her probing, nor how she failed to look at her even once.
“Lili. I can’t. I can’t answer that. Don’t make me.”
She shouldn’t push, she knew. She could pretend today never happened and live in blissful ignorance. But she was a cruel little princess who was done with ignorance.
“Please, Nex. Answer me.”
“I…” Nex fought every word. Liliene was more than the sum of the roles she played in Nex’s life. She was her whole world. And her world deserved the truth, no matter how wrong. “I don’t know. Sometimes… Yes.”
Liliene couldn’t help it. Her hand withdrew a fraction at Nex’s admission.
“I don’t know if I can.”
It wasn’t even a rejection per se. Just… At no point in her life had the possibility crossed Liliene’s mind. She was thoroughly unequipped to answer this. Or even process it.
“I don’t expect you to.”
For some reason, it pissed Liliene off more than Nex’s desire.
“I want to. Answer, I mean. Just… let me think about it for a while.” Probably a very long while.
Driven by nothing but instinct, Liliene pulled Nex harder, yanking her from her spot and sending her crumpling against her. She wrapped her arms around Nex’s waist. When Nex tried to push her away, she tightened her grip, refusing to let go.
“You’re still my Nex.”
I’m not scared of you. I don’t hate you.
That night, Liliene didn’t come back to the bed she had shared with Laura. Getting naked and joining Laura in bed in front of someone who had just confessed to her felt too cruel.