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“Miorine-san, are you sure this is such a good idea?”
Miorine turned to Suletta, who was nervously fidgeting and pressing her thighs together. She looked absolutely delicious in a tight red dress, but even more tantalizing was knowing why she was shifting her thighs so much, and why her cheeks were much redder than usual.
Miorine couldn’t help the slow, satisfied and lustful grin as it overtook her. She casually moved closer until they were pressed together, and then with the remote in her hand still, she gently caressed the silk-clad swell of Suletta’s hip. Her finger purposefully pressed on the ‘increase speed’ button and Suletta let out a yelp.
“A brilliant idea,” Miorine stated, lowering her lids and studying every flushed inch of Suletta’s body. “You lost the challenge, so this is the punishment.”
Suletta audibly gulped. Even though this was technically a punishment for failing a test—which had been a challenge between them, Suletta claiming she knew all of the study material when Miorine knew she hadn’t been studying—Suletta still had the power to top this. To say no.
To hastily beat it to the restrooms and remove the little vibrator from her underwear. It was a cute little thing, designed to be small, powerful and discreet. It curved nicely, and Miorine had personal helped Suletta put it in place. She had also bought a pair of very skimpy, very sexy black lace panties to go with the vibrator, though the new underwear hadn’t really been needed. The vibrator was curved to fit any body type, so any set of panties would have worked.
But Miorine wanted to see this specific design on Suletta’s gorgeous body, and even better, the vibrator that was designed to absolutely wreck Suletta from the clitoral stimulation.
If they didn’t need to be at this stupid event, Miorine would have just tortured Suletta during class, or maybe just in the privacy of her room. But the opportunity presented itself the same day the device had arrived, and now she couldn’t stamp out the wicked desire.
“Act normal,” she told Suletta, finally relenting and reducing the intensity since Suletta had gone stiff. “Don’t let anyone figure out what’s going on.”
Suletta gave her an incredulous look. “M-Miorine-san, this is crazy! I… I can’t…” she shut her eyes and took a few huge breaths, “I don’t think I can hide this.”
Miorine gently took Suletta’s hand into her own and caressed the long length of her fingers. “Simply,” she started, “just stop rubbing your thighs together. Don’t reach for your crotch. And when the orgasm gets close, let me know. Can’t have you cumming in front of a crowd, now can we?”
Suletta very nearly choked on her tongue, and the sight of her shock sent a shiver of delight right down Miorine’s spine. For just a moment, though, Miorine slipped the remote into her pocket and intertwined their fingers.
“Checking in. Are you really still okay with this?” She licked her lips, keeping her gaze level with Suletta’s, “because if you really hate this, we can stop right now.”
Suletta watched her. The vibrator was still going, and just the mental image of the silicone vibrating against Suletta’s slick, swollen clit made Miorine want to call this whole thing off and rush back to their room. But then Suletta got that glossy look in her eyes, and Miorine’s clit absolutely throbbed.
“I’m flustered and terrified someone will notice, but…” she gripped Miorine’s hand tighter and brought it up to her mouth, gently kissing the back of it. Then she absolutely shocked Miorine by gently biting down on her knuckle and flashing a very horny, very needy look. “It feels good,” she all but whined, subtly shifting her hips as if Miorine could have possibly forgotten what was going on between her thighs.
Swallowing, Miorine slid her other hand into her pocket and changed the rhythm of the vibrations from what the manual described as “heartbeat” to “waves”. Scarlet immediately dusted over Suletta’s cheeks, and then their classmates approached and Miorine slunk into the sidelines to watch.
The occational person approached Miorine for dry, forced conversation, but this time she couldn’t bring up the façade of professional politeness. Her eyes and her attention remained loyally fixed to Suletta across the room, to each little movement she made, be it a twitch or a jerk. Miorine soaked in the sight of her struggling, while her mind filled with all of the filthy things she wanted to do to her.
She thought about Miorine below her as she kissed and suckled a path down to her breasts, how Suletta had become flustered when Miorine bathed her beautiful, soft breasts in glorious praise. The little noises that she made drove Miorine to the edge every time. It was the innocence in her expression, but then the devilish way she bit down on her lip or clutched at the sheets below them.
Miorine was enjoying this. Every glance shot her way was pleading and needy, and it always sent more arousal through her. If anything, she would give up this whole thing before even Suletta did—especially since she couldn’t stop looking at her, or fucking Suletta with her eyes.
Like the good girl she was, though, Suletta dutifully walked about the room and chatted with her friends, while mostly looking like nothing was up. Usually at the height of conversation, Miorine decided to up the intensity. She enjoyed the way Suletta reacted, instinctually at first. Then she tried to play it off, and the person talking to her either looked just understanding, or concerned.
Elan appeared from nowhere and approached Suletta, dressed primly in a white suit that made the pink in his hair stand out. As he walked over, Miorine observed that he had eyes for no one but Suletta, so she took that as her cue to hurry on over and appear at Suletta’s side before he did.
“Oh,” Suletta let out in surprise, noticing them both. “Miorine-san, Elan-san.”
Elan gave Miorine a droll look, but smiled quickly to cover the expression or Suletta. “You look beautiful tonight,” he told her, taking her hand and lifting it to press a kiss to the back of it.
Miorine clenched her teeth tightly and then hit the increase speed button, satisfied when Suletta yelped and yerked her hand away before his lips touched her.
“G-Elan-san!” she stuttered, face darkening by the second. “I’m so so-oooh…” she closed her eyes tightly and bit down on her lip, her body quivering with tension. She quickly flashed an open palm, all fingers out, so Miorine reluctantly reduced the speed and prevented Suletta from having an orgasm in front of their guest.
While the sensations didn’t stop, the intensity dimmed, it seemed, and Suletta straightened slightly. Somehow, she blushed even harder.
“Uh, are you okay?” Elan asked, giving them both a perturbed look.
Miorine wound her arms through Suletta’s and pressed close against her. “We’re fine,” she told him not too kindly, “right, Suletta?”
Suletta was giving her the look, but the severity only turned Miorine on more. She was tempted to do it again, hike the speed up without warning just to get her close to that cliff edge.
Feeling suddenly wicked, Miorine gave in. She increased the speed even more. She stared at Elan’s unknowing face and felt an immense amount of satisfaction—that Suletta was hers. That she was at that moment in control of Suletta’s pleasure.
Or, well, she was supposed to be in control.
Suletta’s warm hand clamped down hard over Miorine’s and her face pinched tight, her whole body visibly straining. Miorine realized only too late that she had made the vibration too strong for too long, and Suletta had just had an orgasm. Mortified, she had enough wiggle room in her fist to hit the stop button. Suletta shuddered, even her eyelids twitching. Miorine pulled Suletta into her arms and gently stroked her back, assuming a concerned expression.
To Elan, she said, “excuse her, nerves and maybe a bit of food poisoning.”
Clearly perturbed by their strange behaviour, he just nodded and left. Suletta let out ragged breaths against Miorine’s ear, sending waves of heat through her even though she definitely felt guilty for what he had just done.
“Suletta, I’m so sorry. I didn’t intend…”
Suletta gave out a sound that was partly a satisfied, still very horny moan. “You’re evil,” she whined, no real anger touching her tone. “In front of Elan? Of everyone here?” She buried her face against Miorine’s shoulder. “I’m horrified.”
Miorine bit down on her lip. “But… was it good?”
Suletta’s shudder and groan were the only answer she needed. They were still meant to stay longer, but Miorine had reached her limit. She took Suletta’s hand and then dragged her out of the hall and towards the dormitory.
As they hurried along, the vibrator kept on, Suletta reminding Miorine every few breaths with little moans. At one point they had to stop so that Miorine could reduce the speed, because Suletta had been close yet again. But she didn’t want Suletta to cum accidentally again, and not outside of her room.
When they at last made it, Miorine had in her mind a grand fantasy of sweeping Suletta into her arms and taking complete control of the situation. But the second that door closed, she found herself pressed against the door with Suletta’s mouth against her own. Suletta’s lips devoured her.
Heat and lust swept through every cell in Miorine’s body, stoked higher and hotter as Suletta pressed into her, full breasts against her own. She was caged between the door at her back, and the now horny, needy Suletta at her front.
“Suletta,” she groaned, fingers digging into Suletta’s lush hips. “You feel so good.”
Suletta shuddered and nipped at her lower lip. She wasn’t usually this forward, but Miorine supposed she had kind of push her over her limits.
“Are you okay?” she asked, touching her fingertips to Suletta’s scarlet, heated cheek.
Pulling back, Suletta studied her with lust-addled and adoring eyes. “I really was horrified you know, Miorine-san.”
Miorine bit down on her lip. She caressed the slope of Suletta’s cheek, then the silk of her lips. “I’m sorry,” she said, injecting all of the remorse she felt into her tone, “I got carried away and didn’t stay in control of the vibrator.”
Which, as was mentioned earlier, was still vibrating away.
Suletta sucked in a breath. “This… this vibrator is, um…” she swallowed and her cheeks blossomed even darker.
Miorine wanted to pull Suletta against her, to burrow into her very body and just reside inside of her forever—to be in Suletta in e very possible way. The desire was almost feverish, and it was also ridiculous. Miorine never thought she was ever capable of such Sapphic feelings, but here she was. And she did owe her darling groom after that accident earlier.
“Do you want to stop?” she asked Suletta, staring deeply into her eyes. If the answer was yes, then this whole game would grind to a halt. But Suletta bit her lip, sucked in between her teeth and then shuddered. Her eyes were still glassy, and her breathing was slightly haggard.
Miorine could just imagine the state she was in—panties damp, clinging to her beautiful pussy, her clitoris engorged and red and absolutely screaming for more attention. She had to lick her lips and bat the thoughts away, lest she end the vibrator fun herself so that she could get on her knees for a taste.
Suletta would be the only person Miorine would ever get on her knees for—and she did so happily. But such activities could happen later, for now, they still had the toy to think about.
“No,” Suletta finally gasped out, “I don’t want to stop, Miorine-san.”
Smiling now, Miorine slowly backed Suletta up to the bed. Once the backs of her knees hit the edge of the bed, she wobbled and then sat down, eyes wide.
“I need you to tell me as soon as you get close, okay?”
Suletta nodded. A bead of sweat trickled down the side of her neck, and now she was outright panting. Without warning Miorine cranked the speed up and switched the vibration back to constant, which was a severe barrage of vibrations that had Suletta clutching at Miorine’s arms. She let out a long, shaky moan.
“Mi-Miorine-san, I’m close.”
Miorine turned the vibrator off. Suletta gasped and sucked in deep breaths.
“Miorine,” she moaned. It was needy and horny, and the loss of the honorific made Miorine’s lower back tingle.
“If you ask nicely, I’ll let you cum immediately.”
Suletta glanced up at her. She was pouting, her cheeks nearly stained with red now. She was so beautiful, so precious. The open need on her face wasn’t even an exaggeration, and she didn’t even need to say anything for the begging to hit Miorine right in the gut. She straddled Suletta’s lap, sank her fingers into lush, silky soft red hair, and then she hit the button for the vibrator to start up again and enjoyed the way Suletta writhed and twitched beneath her.
Suletta had an orgasm nearly immediately, as promised. She squeezed her thighs together and shook, and her hands clamped down hard on Miorine’s hips. Miorine had open slits along the ribs and thighs of her dress, and could feel the brush of hot skin against hers. Nearly drunk on her own lust, Miorine couldn’t help but grind down against Suletta in desperation for any sort of friction and her own release.
Suletta surprised her by suddenly flipping them over, and then she grabbed Miorine’s hands in one of hers and attacked her mouth with hungry lips and tongue. The taste of her was intoxicating, as was the heat and the smell of her arousal. She had already been teased for eons by then, and now Suletta was at the point of just taking what she wanted. Miorine loved her like this—untethered, almost animalistic.
Always so self-conscious and demure, it was tantalizing to watch all of that stripped away to nothing but writhing, aggressive need.
While Suletta kissed the hell out of her, Miorine kept enough wits to hit more buttons on the remote. She kept increasing the speed, but Suletta only cried out against her mouth in pleasure when she changed the vibration pattern to something called zig-zag and it did the trick, hurtling Suletta into her third orgasm of the night. Her mouth stilled, fell open as she moaned.
Miorine took advantage and flipped the over so that Suletta was now the one on her back. Then she simply pulled her dress up and off, craving nothing but Suletta and the evening breeze against her skin. She hadn’t worn underwear underneath, either, so when Suletta’s eyes cracked open, she got a nice view of Miorine in all her glory.
Her own nipples were stiff as points and aching for a hot mouth and long fingers. Instead, she had to fondle her breasts herself, because she wasn’t yet done with Suletta. She hadn’t yet sated this incredible hunger simmering in her lower belly. Her own wetness leaked down her thighs, dotting Suletta’s dress with dark spots.
“Mio,” Suletta uttered softly. She looked absolutely wrecked. “Mio…”
Miorine turned the vibrations down to the slowest setting and then straddled Suletta’s thigh again. She couldn’t hold herself back anymore. Watching Suletta become undone was itself her own undoing.
Suletta held onto her hips as Miorine started to grind down on her thigh, the pleasure white hot and exquisite after all of the teasing, after seeing the girl she loved so much reach her own climax so many times.
Miorine could give, and she had, but now she was taking.
Somehow Suletta still had strength in her body. She sat up and clutched Miorine to her, still gripping her hips, and helped Miorine grind down mindlessly against her.
“Mio,” Suletta groaned against her ear. “Good. So good. Mio…”
Miorine let out heavy breaths punctuated by little moans, especially knowing that she had basically rendered Suletta without speech. It was only in her most undone moments that Suletta allowed herself to call her just Mio. Not her full name, no Miorine-san. Just Mio. A little prayer dropping from her parted lips, skating along Miorine’s over-sensitive skin to settle in the heat between her thigh. The single word became a chant, a promise, and Suletta’s breathy voice, strong hands at her hips and everything else about her made Miorine slam down into an incredible climax.
She left Suletta’s thigh drenched, but she was too satisfied to care about the mess. They could always just buy a new dress for her.
Miorine collapsed forward, breathing hard. Her hips twitched every so often, waves of pleasure still undulating through her, but then she was just left with the glow afterwards. She blinked her eyes open and noted the very soft sound of vibrating, and realized she had left the thing on.
Bleary and tired, she quickly hit the off button once she retrieved the remote, and Suletta let out a soft sound that was either relief or disappointment. Or perhaps a combination of the two.
“Mio,” Suletta whined.
She smiled and traced small circles against Suletta’s chest. “I love you,” she confided softly, gently, her chest blooming with warmth.
Suletta’s arms encircled her and held her even tighter. They were both sweaty and covered in slick, but it was the sweetest moment Miorine could ever remember having.
“We should clean up,” she mumbled tiredly. “I’ll draw us a bath.”
Reluctantly, she slid out of Suletta’s embrace and stood from the bed. Still naked, thighs now sticky, Miorine headed to her en-suite bathroom and opened the taps. When she returned, Suletta was still in the exact same position she had left her. Miorine presented a lifted brow, but Suletta just stared at her.
“I can’t move,” she supplied plainly. Clearly her words had returned to her, but not her strength.
“What do you mean you can’t move?”
Suletta tried to sit up, but she was so wobbly that her arms couldn’t hold her up. She collapsed back down, looking defeated and delightedly fucked. Miorine’s heart throbbed.
“I’m jelly, Miorine-san,” Suletta whined.
Miorine rolled her eyes and helped her up, surprised to find that Suletta actually was too jelly to support her own weight. It took some stumbling and swearing, but she finally managed to get Suletta out of her soiled clothes and into the warm bath. Miorine slipped in behind her, allowing Suletta to sink lower into the water and rest against her breasts.
“Was it too much?” she asked, worried that maybe she had gone too far this time. Even though Suletta always promised to communicate with her, there was always a little voice that worried Suletta went along with everything she wanted even if she didn’t want to.
“Good,” Suletta sighed, “so good. You’re too good to me, Miorine-san.”
Miorine lightly flicked her forehead, ignoring the cry of surprise and affront. “For now, you can just call me Mio, and I’m as good to you as you deserve.”
Suletta rubbed at her forehead and grumbled under her breath, but she nuzzled in against Miorine’s throat and pressed a soft kiss there. “Thank you.”
Suletta had never climaxed so many times in a row before. If she counted correctly, she had orgasmed three times, but she was also pretty sure she’d had a lot of mini-orgasms in between. Especially when Miorine had ridden her thigh. God, that had been so hot. The sight of her arched back, and sweat on her brow and the flush over her beautiful breasts, was burned into Suletta’s mind.
But she really was aching, actually. A good ache. A sort of ache she hadn’t experienced before, but one that she felt proud of. Her clit throbbed with any bit of friction, but that just reminded her that Miorine had done this to her. Had pleasured her. That Miorine actually wanted her like this.
It was an overwhelming but euphoric feeling, one that Suletta kept very close to her heart. Of everything that had happened to her since coming here, falling in love with Miorine, and starting a relationship with her, had been the most surprising—but the most wonderful.
Suletta never knew that in any universe, any reality, it was possible for her to be so heavily in love with someone, and for that someone to feel even a fraction of that in reciprocation.
Her eyes felt heavy with gathering tears, but she didn’t want to ruin this sweet moment by crying. Miorine chided her on being a cry baby enough, she didn’t need for her tears to become a problem in the bedroom too.
She’d cried the first time they’d had sex—because of course she would have—but she promised herself to keep the tears in again every time after.
But Suletta felt so achingly raw. Not just because Miorine had teased her body to the very brink of collapse—she could still feel phantom vibrations against her clit, even though she was nude and it was just the bath water—but because Miorine felt jealous when Elan had spoken to her, and Miorine was now taking care of her because she just couldn’t actually move properly.
Without warning, Miorine lifted her hand out of the water and pressed a kiss to the back of it. The gesture was so tender that Suletta couldn’t help it, the tears just squeezed out and slid down her cheeks. She hoped Miorine wouldn’t notice, but a small thumb brushed at her tears and Miorine sighed against her cheek.
“You’re going to make me worry I do too much, if you cry like this.”
Suletta wanted to sit up and turn around, and the bath water sloshed around because of her attempt, but she couldn’t and Miorine’s arms wrapped around her middle to keep her in place.
“Careful,” Miorine chided.
“I’m sorry,” she said, “I’m not upset, I’m just… it’s so much, and I love you, and the way you make me feel…”
“Just promise me you’ll say no when you want to.”
Suletta’s heart throbbed. “Always, Mio. Always.”
They nuzzled their noses together for a tender moment, and then they kissed. Miorine kissed her firmly and with purpose, but still with gentleness that made Suletta almost melt into the warm water around her. As overworked as her body had been, she found herself growing with want for Miorine again, for her touch and her love and attention.
“Mio,” she panted against her lips, pleading because she didn’t have the other words she quite needed.
Miorine nipped her lower lip, and the she let out a soft sigh. She smiled beautifully and caressed the line of Suletta’s jaw.
“Always so greedy,” she said, but it wasn’t meant as an insult.
She was right, of course. In everything, Suletta was selfless. But when it came to Miorine, she couldn’t help the want and yearning she felt. She couldn’t stop herself from taking more and more and more, whatever Miorine offered her.
“Let me clean you up, okay?”
Miorine kissed her brow, then she set about the task of carefully and lovingly washing Suletta’s body. She didn’t leave an inch of skin untouched, but she was mindful of the areas that were so sensitive it went into pain. When Miorine did clean there, Suletta twitched and let out soft noises. In those moments, Miorine just pressed kisses to her temple or her shoulder, whispered encouragements and then lightened her touch to just a whisper.
The care that she took, and the love in her voice, made Suletta overwhelmed with emotion. She quickly regained her strength during the bath as she enjoyed being washed, so she was able to return the favour.
“Miorine-san,” Suletta whispered, hovering over Miorine now as they were finished washing and just relaxing in the water, skin to skin. Miorine stared at her, a brow lifted. “Is it okay if I take a little more tonight?”
She ran a finger along Miorine’s chest, between her breasts to her bellybutton. Suletta caught the sound of Miorine inhaling sharply, and that made her lower belly tighten with heat—though there was no way she could endure being touched down there again, from how sensitive she was.
“Still so greedy?” Miorine asked her.
Suletta flushed. She sank down into Miorine’s body and drew her into a deep, hungry kiss.
At some point, they’d gotten out of the bath and found themselves tangled on the bed. Suletta was barely aware of her own body. She knew not where she started, and Miorine ended.
All she knew was the sound Miorine made as she was pleasured. The way her body moved, writhed as Suletta thrust into her. The taste of her clean skin, the tang of her sweat and then the musk of her wetness.
Miorine’s fingers pulled taut in her hair, but the pain was welcomed.
Even as Suletta gave everything she had into lavishing Miorine’s body with love and adoration, it was she who was taking. She took the sighs and the moans, the shudders and the twitches.
It was an intense, heated give and take. And neither of them would have it any other way.