Just A Taste - Part 1 (Keira Robinson vs Daeva Asphodel [D])

[ThurmanMermanPlx]

"Mmmmmm..."

It was a difficult balancing act, trying to keep her body low enough to keep Daeva pinned down for her smother to do what it needed to, but high enough for her to work her magic. Keira alternated between lowering herself down on her elbows, and pushing up with her palms on the mat; swapping between poses ensured she'd get to enjoy what she was being given.

But every time she eased up, she was undoing the effort she'd put forth, while also allowing Daeva to continue dragging her deeper into that pit of lust. And when she finally noticed the other goth beneath her looking up into her face, Keira began to lower herself again, half leaning in to go for a kiss - but she stopped herself, realizing she was letting herself slip away. No, she couldn't allow that.

She knew what she wanted to do next... and it didn't take long to figure out how to get there. And it hinged on keeping Daeva occupied. Thankfully, the other goth was already looking up at her, so Keira finally locked eyes with her.

"What do ya say we get a little more comfortable?"

Without waiting for a reply, Keira slipped one hand around Daeva's head, carefully cradling her close to her bust to allow her to continue licking and sucking; Keira wouldn't have to fake the moans to go along with it, which only served to strengthen her distraction. Her other hand, then, palm flat on the mat, pushed up, lifting the pair of women upwards. Keira shifted to her knees, keeping Daeva's face against her chest as she sat them up, until Keira was kneeling over her, letting her bra slide down around her waist and into her lap.

She'd hold that position for several more moments, using both hands now to gently hold Daeva's head in place, running her fingers through her hair and arching her back into the pleasure. Keira's breathing was deep now as she got closer to her edge. It was not an act, but it served the same purpose. All she had to do was hold in their new position until she was confident Daeva was drowning - and hope that that happened before she drowned, herself.

And when that moment came, Keira would remove herself from Daeva's lap, quickly scrambling behind her instead. Her legs wrapped around Daeva's waist. One hand reached around to caress Daeva's breast; the other slipped between her legs, beginning to tease immediately. She leaned her face close to nibble at Daeva's neck, breath hot against her skin, her voice just above a whisper as she spoke.

"That was lovely; now, how about I show you how much I enjoyed your gift?"

[DSX93]

Dark Lord be praised: This woman is beautiful. Daeva relished every sound she drew from her. Every single time their sensual struggle leaned her way. Every single second spent so close to her. Her warmth. How their bodies meshed together, like tonight was meant to be.

As her mouth continued its work, Daeva's hands would leave Keira's fine body only for as long as it took for her to remove those layers of leather that kept them from experiencing it in full. They were lightning quick to return, the very moment that second glove went flying. Quick to return, indulgingly slow to roam her back, getting reacquainted -- fully acquainted with the flesh until they found the other woman's shoulders.

Every passing moment only made her greedier. Whenever Keira yielded, she pulled for as much as she could get away with. And for a moment, their eyes locked. The short-haired woman's lips parted, and she drew closer to share in this mutual greed. To forget about the competitive aspect again, for just a few more moments. Her tongue slowed. No less attentive, but she was ready to make that switch. To move from her breasts to her lips, if she so wished.

It was here that Emilia would fully realize, and finally accept it: She wasn't going to be able to tame her lust. Sooner or later, she was going to lose her head in all of this. Again. But the thing she could do was weaponize it. Grab hold so they could both burn. And hopefully, she'll be the one who walks away in the end.

She was confident in her drive and her staying power. If she could knock Jaclyn's horny ass out for over ten straight hours and still be feeling randy afterwards, she could hang with a trained sexfighter.

That kiss was not to be. But Daeva would yield when she pulled anyway, still latched onto that big, soft teat. Eyes closed, moaning in contentment as Keira's fingers ran through her hair...until they found the exact positioning they needed to best squeeze down and hold her in place. Like she was going anywhere, anyway.

But Keira was. Slipped right behind her. Pulled her down, with legs wrapped oppressively tight around her. Crushing her ribcage, making breathing an active chore, snatching the truth from the back of her mind to the forefront; this was still a match. Yet even this was driving her crazy.

Pain. Suffocation. Mixed with a strange comfort as bared breasts pressed into her back. Pleasure from the touch of her own. Skilled fingers tracing circles on her womanhood. Lips on her skin. Teeth. She could feel Keira's every word.

It all came together to deliver a shot of a familiar cocktail of the two. Familiar, but unique, administered by a new body. Legs that squeezed tighter. A hand that managed to be softer, but no less possessive. Fingers that weren't as hurried. Daeva's hands moved: One over Keira's on her breast, the other to the wrist above her working digits. The resistance was barely a step above performative, and it was already beginning to wane. She had no words of her own, only melodies. The threat of sweet surrender.

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Daeva's immediate response to Keira's shift in position had her concerned; she'd been in such a hurry to capture her dear partner that she'd squeezed a fraction too tightly, the other woman clearly finding breathing to be a difficult task. But that moment passed, and though she continued to labor, Daeva relaxed into her new role anyway, the rest of Keira's attention doing enough to tip the scales in favor of the pleasure over the pain. And any thoughts that Keira may have been forming about easing up ceased.

The resistance that Daeva offered could hardly be considered meaningful; her hands grabbed at Keira's, doing more to encourage the intimate contact than dissuade it. Keira squeezed the breast in her palm, only to have Daeva's fingers add further pressure; the hand between her legs was gifted more focused guidance rather than the tug of rebellion. Daeva had all but given in to Keira's masterful finger-work.

And for a full 30 seconds, Keira was on guard; this woman was skilled enough to put on this successful of an act, waiting for her opening. But the longer Keira worked her over unchallenged, she quickly became confident that this was no fake-out. She recognized the signs of a partner lost in bliss, familiar enough that they were; sure, Terrell required a bit of a different approach, but he melted into it just the same. The same way Keira melted into his when his fingers brushed circles on her shoulder. Daeva was on her own personal corner of heaven.

And Keira wasn't that far off, herself. While she did lean more into the side of receiving stimulation over giving it, she still felt the thrill of helping someone else get off - especially if she was in control of how. And that wasn't to say she wasn't receiving her own good feels. The soft flesh of Daeva's breast molded to her palm and slipped through the cracks between her fingers, and the telltale wetness gracing the fingers of her other hand sent shivers down her spine. Her own bare breasts pressed against her partner's back, position shifting as her hands and arms moved, offering further glee, and there was something about the unfocused tease to that that was setting Keira on edge.

Which meant, she knew, that she needed to keep her eyes on the prize in front of her rather than the one within. Her fingers, her teeth, her tongue... all were already in use. And rubbing her breasts further against her back would likely have the right response, but for the wrong girl. She needed to turn up the heat, find something that would really push Daeva beyond her point of no return. But it had to be something she could do from where she was - she'd already changed positions once, and doing so now risked breaking Daeva out of her lustful haze. No, she needed something to amplify the sensations, not to reinvent them.

The answer was so, so painfully obvious.

And with all the time Keira spent deliberating her next move, she'd given Daeva ample time to adapt to and appreciate the teasing, which meant the moment Keira's fingers finally took the plunge and got to work on her insides would hit with all the sudden pleasure that it should, rather than hasty greed, rewarding the anticipation that Daeva had so obediently built up.

[DSX93]

If only this weren't a match. If only she really could just relax. Let go completely, and just be putty in Keira's talented hands.

As it was, Daeva would let herself melt. Right until their bodies meshed. She let her head fall back. Rested on Keira's shoulder. Tilted and vulnerable to every nip, every lick that followed. Her moans flowed freely, and with increasing volume as the pressure mounted in her core, each passing second bringing her closer to erupting.

Like before, she would not just lay there and take, take, take. Her hips started moving, undulating the best they could within the oppressive space that Keira's legs imposed. Pressing and grinding against her most intimate spot. Reaching back with one hand to stroke her hair.

***

"Daeva's sinking her fangs into Keira's top!"

"With surgical precision! Gotta give her props; that there is a talent. And she's got fangs too, so that's even more impressive!"

"No blood being drawn just yet, folks! It barely looks like she's even scratching her!"

"And Keira is letting it happen! The sexual chemistry between the two is off the charts!"

"Off the charts, indeed, Tony! It's almost looking like a Sapphic version of your match with her, Severin!"

"It's funny you say that, Cory, because that's actually what -- WOOOAH BABY!"

"Down goes Keira's top!"

"And goddamn, is Daeva making the most of it!"

"Motorboating, licking, sucking, and biting! A passionate offense from the newcomer, and the more experienced Keira is falling into that pitfall of lust again!"

"That could be another point against her if she isn't careful!"

And careful, Keira was. She indulged, of course. But she kept her head, while Daeva was unable to stop her own descent into that lustful fog.

"Nope! Not this time!"

"A skillful slip to take control of Daeva's back, taking advantage of her own distraction!"

"And locking in a tight bodyscissor!"

"Which Daeva is appearing to enjoy!"

"Woo! And how is that for gratitude?"

"Daeva's barely putting up a fight as Keira's fingers slip inside!"

"She's hitting those spots! And look at her melt!"

"But she's not out of the fight just yet! She appears to be -- yes, she is grinding against Keira now, as best she can while in that tight hold!"