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Clarissa Dovey paced nervously in front of the ornate vanity in her bathroom. She stopped to inspect her makeup once more and the pacing continued. Back and forth. A brief pause to pin an errant curl. More pacing.
What if she didn’t show up?
What if she has made a total fool of herself?
What if this was all a huge mistake and she had just ruined the most important thing in her life?
Dovey halted once more and grasped the edges of the porcelain sink. She hung her head and closed her eyes. Inhaling a shaky, deep breath, she smoothed down the creamy satin of her robe.
‘Get yourself together! This is ridiculous.’
The Good Dean did one more mirror check before resuming her pacing in front of the bedroom door. She jerked violently in response to a singular, sharp knock against the solid oak.
Her heart squeezed and twisted into a new, unidentifiable shape before it soared. She felt like a poor imitation of a balloon as it floated away. Where was the string to ground her?
“Listen, Dove, I’m sorry I’m late!” Lady Lesso’s muffled voice called through the door.
Clarissa did not let her finish. She threw open the door and yanked the woman in without so much as a “hello.”
Lesso stumbled through the door, cane clattering to her feet, before she was pushed roughly onto the bed. She blinked dazedly.
Clarissa stood in front of her, clad in a short satin robe with her blond curls piled loosely atop her head. Warm light from the setting sun slanted through the curtains of the window and Lesso was certain that the woman was not a fairy godmother, but an angel.
“I think I could get used to the manhandling.” She smirked up at her.
But Dovey’s nerves finally got the better of her. Clarissa shifted slightly from foot to foot and crossed her arms protectively over her chest. Leonora’s eyebrows furrowed as she took in the woman’s body language.
“What’s wrong?” Lesso asked simply.
“Are you sure this is what you want?” Dovey blurted.
A deep blush heated her cheeks and extended down into the V of her robe as she bit her lip. Lesso wanted to chase the color with her tongue.
“Are you sure you want me? ” Clarissa added quietly.
Leonora sucked in a breath through her teeth and blew it out slowly. She flattened her palms against her thighs to keep her hands from reaching out and misbehaving.
“Clarissa, I believe I have made my feelings on the matter explicit. ” She said, swallowing thickly.
Dovey took another step forward. Her hands fiddled with the tie at her waist and Lesso bit down hard on the lateral edges of her tongue.
“Tell me again. One more time.” Dovey whispered. “Please.”
Her doe eyes were large and pleading.
“I want nothing more than to be here with you. Only ever you.” Leonora said firmly. “Is this what you want?”
“Lesso, I have wanted this for so long and I never thought it possible.” She laughed through a sob.
“Leonora.” Lesso reminded her. “And if you don’t come over here and finish what you started, you’d be the most Evil person to bless this godforsaken realm.”
She did not reach out. She kept her hands achingly still against her trembling thighs. If this was happening, Clarissa needed to be in control…to make the first move. She refused to ruin this for herself.
Leonora watched as all the confidence returned to her little Dove. The blonde’s posture straightened, bringing Lesso’s attention to the forward thrust of her chest. She could see the cream-colored lace of Clarissa’s matching bra peeking through under the edge of her satin robe. Her petite hands had stopped their fiddling and tugged firmly on the sash, allowing the covering to fall away. Leonora’s eyes darkened as she took in her freshly unwrapped present.
Clarissa stood proudly in a sheer, lace-lined, floral balconette bra and matching panty set. Lesso choked back a moan and clenched her thighs together at the throb of need making itself known at her center.
“I’m all yours.” Clarissa invited huskily, raising her arms in display.
The verbal consent was all it took for Lesso’s self-control to finally snap. She gripped the enchanting woman before her by the waist and pulled her down to straddle her lap once more. Leonora muffled Dovey’s startled gasp with a bruising kiss. Her fingers, finally granted the freedom from their self-imposed restraint, buried themselves into Clarissa’s impossibly soft, blonde curls and tugged loose every pin. She broke the kiss only to gaze adoringly at the dream in front of her. Lesso combed through the waterfall of silken, white-gold and twirled perfect ringlets around her fingers.
“I’ve always wanted to do that.” Leonora admitted softly.
“Kiss me or play with my hair?” Clarissa asked with a breathy laugh.
“Both.” She answered, stealing another languid kiss. “I want to do this right, Dove.”
Clarissa cradled the woman’s face in her hands gently. A warm smile illuminated her face and she kissed her once more, endeavoring to pour the depth of her feelings into the connection.
Leonora’s hands found purchase on the smooth expanse of Clarissa’s thighs and pulled her closer, swallowing the moan of pleasure that erupted from the godmother’s lips. Her fingers dug into the warm flesh with a firm squeeze before traveling on. They slid over her full hips, skimmed over a slim waist, and came to rest just under the curves of her breasts.
Dovey’s warm hands covered Lesso’s and guided them impatiently up to cup her breasts. Leonora graciously took the hint and shifted her attention. Her tongue and teeth began a purposeful descent from Clarissa’s swollen lips, down her neck, to the swell of her chest before attaching wetly to her nipple through the sheer fabric of the balconette. Dovey’s sighs spurned her on. A clever hand reached behind and deftly released the hooks of the offending material. Lesso released Clarissa’s nipple only to discard the bra and re-attach to the neglected side. She grazed her teeth against the hardened bud and relished in the groan she earned in response.
Clarissa’s prettily painted nails dug into Leonora’s shoulders through the crispness of her white shirt before yanking at her necktie.
“Take it off.” The Good Dean commanded roughly.
“Yes, Ma’am!” Lesso acquiesced against Dovey’s flushed chest,
Lesso pulled the tie pin and in one swift motion, slid the tie from around her neck. Clarissa did not wait for further delay. Without hesitation, she yanked the white shirt from Leonora’s slacks and ripped it open from the middle, scattering white buttons across the floor.
“Is this payback for the dress?” Lesso asked with a singular raised brow.
“Maybe I’m just tired of waiting.” Clarissa said sweetly.
Dovey trailed a glowing finger from the hollow of Lesso’s throat down and cut through the simple black bra, shoving the clothing away mercilessly. She flattened her palms against her chest and pushed her down, back flat against the soft bed underneath her. The Dean of Evil choked down a surprised yelp and gaped at the assertiveness the usually docile woman was displaying. The view from below, however, was divine.
Clarissa settled her weight on Leonora’s hips and sighed contentedly. “You are so beautiful.”
Embarrassment fluttered in Lesso’s gut and she resisted the sudden urge to cover herself. Beautiful was not a word she ever associated with herself. Freckles and blemishes stood out in asymmetrical, dark contrast on her skin. And the scars…
“Don’t do that.” Clarissa’s whisper interrupted the train wreck of Lesso’s thoughts. “Not here. Nora, you are so beautiful.”
Clarissa’s hands tenderly caressed Leonora’s cheek before tracing unidentifiable swirls down her torso. She mirrored Lesso’s earlier attention to pebbled nipples, sucking and kneading. But she didn’t linger. She slid down the length of her body, trailing wet kisses in her wake until she arrived at the hem of the Evil Dean’s slacks. Dovey’s eyes met Lesso’s in an unspoken request for permission. Leonora nodded vigorously, red curls wildly flying.
In this endeavor, Clarissa finally slowed. Nimble fingers easily popped the button and she slowly slipped them down Leonora’s legs, never once breaking eye contact.
“If we do this, there’s no going back.” Dovey warned, fingers teasing the edge of Lesso’s simple black panties.
Leonora raised herself up on her elbows and caught the other woman’s eye.
“Rissa, I never want to go back to the way it was before.” She said firmly. “Not when I know this is what is on the other side. When I know what your lips taste like…or how smooth your skin is…or what it feels like when you look at me like that.”
Clarissa bit her lip to prevent its trembling.
“So if you don’t get on with it and fuck me right now, i’m going to lose it.”
She needed no further encouragement. She flung Lesso’s panties over her shoulder and curled her arms around milky thighs. She suckled teasingly against the crease of where thigh met hip and nuzzled at the small nest of cherry curls, inhaling her scent. Her own arousal spiked at the discovery of how ready Leonora was for her. Clarissa boldly swiped the flat of her tongue from base to peak, curling the tip deftly as she reached Lesso’s clit. She let go a low hum and dove back in for more. She alternated between full, deep licks and intense sucking, driving Leonora so close to the edge in record time.
Lesso’s hands fisted in the sheets and she arched her back into the pleasure.
“You’ve done this before.” She panted.
Clarissa tugged her closer and hummed once more. The vibrations and firm thrusts of her tongue sent Leonora careening towards the edge of the cliff.
“Clarissa,” Lesso warned tightly. “Rissa, I’m right there.”
Dovey retreated only to apply pressure to Leonora’s pulsing clit with her thumb and deep strokes of her tongue. Leonora grit her teeth and came with a restrained cry and a shuddering breath. Clarissa lovingly caressed her thighs as she came down from her high. Cheeks painted a bright pink and eyes glazed, Lesso admired the sight of Dovey between her legs.
“My turn.” She husked, flipping Clarissa onto her back with much more athleticism than the good fairy was expecting.
Lesso trapped her hands above her head in a firm but gentle grasp. She captured the woman’s lips in another sensual kiss, moaning at the taste of herself that lingered there. With a quick nip to Dovey’s bottom lip, she ground her hips down to find more pressure. She could feel Clarissa arch up into her, brushing their breasts together and chasing any friction she could get to her throbbing core.
“Tsk.” Leonora warned. “Do you like to be in control, little Dove?”
Clarissa keened underneath her and bucked again.
“I let you have your fun. But now, I’m going to show you how good it can feel to lose control.”
Lesso dove in and sucked harshly at the fluttering pulse point of Dovey’s neck. With a wet pop, she released the skin and soothed the already forming bruise with her tongue. With a glowing finger, her neck tie was summoned off the floor and secured Clarissa’s hands above her head.
“Now isn’t that a pretty sight?” Lesso crooned.
She hooked her fingers around Dovey’s sheer panties and dragged them slowly down her toned legs, touch light enough to tickle. Lesso grinned wolfishly at the shudder that wracked Clarissa’s frame.
“Lesso, touch me already!” Dovey growled.
Lady Lesso wagged her finger and tutted. “Not yet, love. Patience, after all, is a virtue.”
Leonora used the opportunity to explore every inch offered to her. She listened to every hitch in breath and committed the sounds of Clarissa’s pleasured moans to memory. Head to toe, she learned what made the Good Dean shiver and thrum: a soft tug to an earlobe with her teeth, a wet suck to the inside of a wrist, a fleeting touch to the back of her knees, and a swirl of the tongue into her navel.
By the end of Lesso’s teasing, Dovey was wound so tight she thought she would snap.
“I don’t think I can take anymore!” Clarissa cried. “I need you inside me, right now!”
Lesso climbed atop her lover and captured a nipple into the warm cavern of her mouth. Feeling indulgent, she reached down and swiped a finger through Clarissa’s dripping folds. Using the weight of her body, she held the frenzied woman in place as she bucked up into Lesso’s hand. With one last hard suck, she released Dovey’s breast with a pop.
“What do you want, Rissa?” She asked as she drew lazy circles around Dovey’s nub.
“Fuck me, Lesso!” Clarissa begged wildly.
The redhead pulled away and hummed. “Ask me nicely.”
“Please!”
Her finger swirled once more and dipped shallowly into Clarissa’s dripping entrance. With her other hand, she grasped the woman’s chin lightly to catch her eyes.
“Say my name.” She asked, brushing her nose against Dovey’s lovingly.
“Leonora, please.” Clarissa crooned. “Please make love to me!”
Leonora slid two fingers into Clarissa’s slick heat with ease and chased her sigh of relief with another kiss. She set a punishing pace that had the woman beneath her writhing in bliss. She slowed to add a third finger and slid down her glistening body to throw a thigh over her shoulder. Eagerly, she began to attack her engorged pearl with her tongue as she drove her fingers in to the knuckles. The fairy godmother was musky and sweet, an addicting combination Leonora didn’t think she would ever tire of. She slung an arm over Clarissa’s hips to hold her steady as her bucking became erratic.
“Nora, don’t stop!”
Spurned on, she redoubled her intensity despite the burning ache in her wrist. She curled her fingers deep inside Clarissa and stroked against the rough patch inside her, sucking furiously on her clit. She was rewarded with the tightening of Clarissa’s muscles, pulling her impossibly closer as her whole body stiffened. Erratic fluttering of her inner walls danced along Leonora’s fingers and the warm wetness exploded on her tongue. Unlike Lesso, Dovey screamed her release and it was music to Leonora’s ears. She continued her thrusts as Clarissa rode through the aftershocks of her orgasm and slowed only as the woman collapsed into the bed.
And with a smug smirk, she licked each of her fingers clean.
Leonora untied the still-trembling woman and lay next to her, reaching out to play with the mussed blonde curls that fanned out on the pillow. Clarissa caught her breath and smiled brightly as she intertwined their fingers together. She brought their joined hands to her lips and kissed the back of Leonora’s hand before letting them rest over her racing heart.
“Will you stay with me tonight?” She asked, twinkling brown eyes pleading silently.
Leonora matched her smile with a broad one of her own. “Dove, you’ll be hard pressed to get rid of me after a night like tonight.”
“Promise?” Clarissa asked saucily.
“I’m all yours.” Leonora said, sealing the promise with a good-night kiss.
Dovey pulled the covers up around them and snuggled tightly into Lesso’s open arms. Who knew all it would take to achieve her happily ever after would be to lock her Evil Dean in a closet with her?
Maybe one day she would tell her…