I think I’m starting to understand the appeal of lingerie. Of putting on clothing that leaves nothing to the imagination strictly for the purpose of peeling it off piece by piece in anticipation.
Saying that though, having Violet push me into different outfit combinations wasn’t how I pictured the scenario going for me. “How many more, Violet?” I ask, my ass clad in black denim shorts, my chest in a sleeveless top with strips forming a pentagram over the bust, a sheer cardigan completing the casual summer witch look.
“Kitty Kat, Kitty Kat, Kitty Kat.” Violet tsks, shaking her head. “Ever heard of edging? I’m trying to have you shiver with antici…” She takes her time getting to the couch, never mind lounging on it. I know what she’s referencing, how she’s trying to get a rise out of me, but I won’t fall for it. I will simply cross my arms, lean against the wall. I will not start tapping my foot like I’m doing now. I will not start tapping my arm with my finger. I will not start looking around the room. What I will do is walk to the bathroom to see the outfit first hand.
And it’s obvious that it’s not made for me the moment I step in. Even if I used the spell to fix it, I don’t have the tits to make the pentagram look right. Why couldn’t the broad who wrote the book include a spell for breast growth? Oh, right, because tits became a massively sexual thing only in the 20th century and up until then were for babies.
“...pation!”
“Fuck me, Violet,” I groan, holding my forehead.
“Soon, but not just yet. I want to see how those shorts look with that flowy top.” She calls, followed by a meow from Top.
“You sure, Top?” I ask as I return to the room, top and cardigan folded in hand. She mrrps in response. I sigh. “Let it be noted Dame Topiary Forges Her Armies On Moons is a fan of haute couture. As if she could or would wear any of it.”
Violet begins talking as I pull the top she asked for on; it’s just long enough to begin covering the shorts, meaning it absolutely cannot be worn without them. “I’m slightly envious that only you understand Top. She’s the coolest fucking cat I know, I’d love to hear her thoughts.” Violet reaches up and pets Top, who is enjoying a perch on the back of the couch.
“Not when she’s in heat, I’ll tell you that much.” When Top protests with a mrow, I stick my tongue out at her.
“Well, speaking of heat.” Violet rises off the couch and crosses the room, firmly grabbing my shoulders. “I’ve left you hanging long enough. What do you say, ready for your real first time?”
I gulp, heat spreading on my cheeks, completely unable to keep eye contact with Violet. How does she expect to work with this body? How’s she planning to treat it? How can she strip me and still see a woman? She runs a hand down my cheek and I see an idea flash in her mind. “Hey, Kat, out of curiosity, would you know how to modify your little possession ritual so that you’re still present during it?”
The question catches me off guard. Present during it? It shouldn’t be too difficult to just stream the information to me. Stay conscious while feeling stuff? Doable. “What are you planning?”
“If you can do it, you’ll see. Well?” She’s holding my chin as she asks, rubbing my cheek with her thumb, one of her hands holding onto my hip. I reach for the hand on my cheek and nuzzle into it, holding it there. What a miracle hands are. What comfort they bring. I think I could honestly just stay like this, enjoying Violet’s warmth, how soft her skin feels, but she expects an answer from me. I sigh contently and let go of the hand.
“Yeah, it’s doable.” Violet smirks, and with strength not befitting her stature she grabs my ass and lifts me up, carrying me to bed. When I yelp, she giggles, and I hold onto her shoulders, trying not to fall. She puts me down and I lay on my back, hands held overhead, inviting Violet to pin them down. Top pads after us and jumps on the desk chair, paying attention.
“Why’s Top watching?” Violet takes the bait, holding my wrists with one hand, the other gesturing at the cat.
“I promised her she could watch me have sex to judge if I’m a good or bad fuck.” My cheeks are flushed as I admit it, and I’m not sure if it’s from Violet pinning me down or how ridiculous my confession sounds.
“You’re joking. You’re shitting me.” Violet sighs and rests her forehead against mine, eyes closed. “When?”
“The night I fucked Liz.” My answer has Violet laugh, not a long or loud laugh, just a sensible chuckle.
“Fucking hell, Kat, leave the judging to me.” She kisses me. It’s forceful, her soft lips pushing down on mine, parting them with her tongue. In my inexperience I try to follow her lead. She keeps going, to the point I have to tap out to catch my breath. When our lips part a thin string of saliva connects our tongues just long enough for Violet to start talking. “Okay,” she gasps, catching her breath just like I am, “cast the spell.”
Okay, Senses-Share while looking into Violet’s eyes, easy. “Shmyuslee-Zpoyit.”
First of all? The spell works. Second of all? “Fuck, shit.” I close my eyes, my brain overwhelmed by overlapping images.
“You okay?” Violet asks, concern and gentleness in her voice. “Need to tap out?” Her question takes me just a little bit off guard.
“No, no. Just. Spell’s working.” I can feel Violet’s hands on my wrists. I can feel myself holding wrists. “A bit too... well, the visuals overwhelmed me.”
“Want a blindfold?” The question is genuine. I snort.
“No real point in sensory deprivation, considering.” Maybe in the future, maybe if this happens again, we could navigate our way around it, limit my input so that I only receive hers, so that I only feel and see what she wants me to. Submit myself even more than previously thought possible.
Violet smiles. “I hope you’re enjoying the view.” She looks down at the girl she’s pinning down. Appreciates how her long hair frames her face. How the purple spreading from her roots suits her. How her shorts show off her legs, legs that are nervously squirming. Violet hears her nervous and excited breathing. She strokes her hair and holds her face. The cute girl nervously bites her lip.
I’m that cute girl.
The realization has my cheeks glowing an even brighter shade of red. I never thought I could look this cute. I guess all it took to see differently was getting out of my own head.
Violet laughs and kisses my cheek. She helps me get my top off, slowly, like helping a snake molt. The sight of a loose bralette on my chest makes me melancholy.
She lets go of my wrists and takes hold of both of my hands. I take hold of the girl’s hands. I’m the girl being touched and the one doing the touching. A slow thoughtful motion follows, leading my hands to Violet’s hips. Then under her shirt, over her toned stomach, and finally put to rest on her breasts. I feel every single touch, both as the one touching and the one being touched, and when I feel Violet’s breasts as if they were mine I almost break down in tears. “Too much?”
I can feel my lips trembling, and take a few deep breaths to calm down. “I want my own. I should have had my own for years by now.”
“The whole point of this is that you’re borrowing mine. So turn off your pretty little head and just enjoy the ride.” Violet pulls her shirt off much faster than she did mine. She tosses it back, unhooks her bra and throws it off to the side. Her hands lead mine to her breasts once more. The weight of them, the hands on them, it all feels so right. I give them a lift, I squeeze slightly, I run my thumbs over her nipples. Each sensation makes me squirm, makes me try and push my chest into the hands of the girl holding them, but I’m the girl holding those breasts and the breasts being held aren’t mind. If not for Violet noticing my efforts and pushing into my grip they’d have been wasted.
Violet helps muffle my moans with another kiss. This one is slow, passionate. She’s savoring me this time. Her hands hold mine to encourage me further, to not be so nervous, to give in to my deepest urges. So I try.
I fondle her breasts. I push into the kiss. She grabs my face. Our lips part and she moves to hold a teat right over my mouth. With my hands on her lower back I almost jump for it, ravenous for the sensation. The feeling of sucking on my own nipple increases the frequency of my moans. Violet bites her lip and stands up. The wet plop of my mouth leaving her nipple echoes across the room.
“Appetizer is out of the way, time for the main course.” She downright leaps out of her jeans, standing completely naked in my room. Her next jump is back on the bed; she lands on it in a kneeling position, her pussy inches from my face. “Eat up.”
And I do. With a hand on her lower back, I start sucking, flicking my tongue up, up, down, down, left, right, left, right “Holy shit, you fucking nerd, what’s going to be B A Start?” Violet pants out. I finish the sequence by sliding one finger into her and pressing her g spot, then a second one; when I press my tongue against her clit I shiver. My thighs are squeezed as tight as they can be, my panties getting wetter by the second.
I think a silent thanks to both myself and Violet for not stripping me completely, with the denim of the shorts keeping things relatively under control.
I get so into the motions that I lose track of time. I don’t know if minutes or hours have passed, all I know is that there’s a pussy in front of me that needs eating out, and I’m a girl that desperately needs to be eaten out, and thanks to Violet I’m an ouropussros, eating itself out forever.
Violet climaxes. I feel her climax, my legs shake from it, her legs shake from it, but her ecstatic exhaustion does not translate. I still have it in me to keep going. And so does she. For but a moment I mindlessly lap at air while Violet turns around. “I should make you ready for stage two while you’re busy!” She gasps. Through her eyes I see her reaching for my shorts. She has them unbuttoned by the time I tap her arm. “Want me to close my eyes?” I try to answer her question, with both a nod and a mumble of agreement, making her whine in the process. “One tap yes two taps no.” She whimpers out.
I tap once. With eyes closed I can feel her peel my soaked panties and shorts away. “Shit, girl, here I thought you were making me wet.” I feel Violet pushing my thighs away. They have to go out of the way, how else can I finger the girl under me. How else can Violet finger me? There’s a slight cold and distinct pressure pushing on my ass. I relax and push back against it. I push my mouth just enough to be able to finger Violet’s pussy from this angle. With both holes filled I start seeing stars. How much of it is from me receiving pleasure, how much from me giving it, how much is from Violet getting it and sharing it with me.
No thoughts. Head empty. Happy horny haze.
The fingers leave my ass and the pussy lifts from my mouth once more. I am left with needs. “Kat, fuck, Kat, phew, fucking hell you’re ravenous.” Violet’s clean hand brushes some hair out of my face. She kisses me, I kiss her back. “Cut the link babe, yeah? I only want to fuck you, not fuck you up by feeling a dick growing.”
Next time she kisses my forehead, I only feel it from my side. I’m far too wiped out to open my eyes, let alone turn them towards her. But I hear a wrapper ripping open, and the squirt of a lube bottle, and before long Violet’s hands are on my hips and she’s pulling me up and closer to her. With the practiced ease of someone who has done it hundreds of times, Violet pushes into me, her sudden thrust making me gasp and whimper and moan. After the thorough stretch her fingers gave me she doesn’t need to take it slow. She bottoms out, I clench the bedsheets in a deathgrip, she pulls out, leaving only the tip in, and bottoms out again. The rhythm starts off slow, I learn later it was ten seconds between each motion, with my brain this mushy I have lost all ability to count. It doesn’t take long for Violet to speed up, for my panting to grow faster, for Violet to start grunting.
To my shock and awe, the moment I approach an orgasm of my own, I try to pant it out, only to be met with Violet misusing her powers. Before I know, she’s bottomed out in me, and not only has she bottomed out in me, she conjured up a knot. I do not fall into a post-climactic daze with my cum on my stomach and hers up my ass, oh no, I become fully aware and awake, and give her such a glare.
“What? I cannot knot any of the fucking normies around campus, I wanted to try it at least once.” She shrugs. I roll my eyes.
“Let’s get you soft then. Top, verdict?”
Mrow.
I don't know, I found it really sweet and a lot of fun!
Maybe it could be better, but it’s good as it is regardless.
That was honestly amazing. I love these two ridiculous nerds, and by two I mean three, because *damn* that was a powerful anticlimax. I need a second to recover.
I'm 'knot' gonna lie, this has been a fun read so far
Reading this was an emotional trip for me. Jeez girl. Oh my God.
I wonder how many results you would get on po*nhub if you searched "Konami Code"?