“Do you want to taste more of me?” Glyma asked, reaching a hand between her legs and spreading her slit to give Quin a view of her ribbed entrance and textured walls.
“Yes,” Quin said, and Glyma beckoned her down. She went, lying on her front between the Succubus’s thighs. One of Glyma’shands grabbed the base of her horn in a firm grasp, and Quin moaned. The other hand rubbed her slit until her fingers were glossy. Then she painted Quin’s lips before pushing inside.
With a desperate noise, Quin sucked on her fingers, and Glyma’s breathing thickened. “That’s right,” she crooned, fingers stroking Quin’s tongue. “More?”
Quin nodded.
“Prop my ass up with this first,” she said, handing Quin a pillow. After sliding the pillow into place, she hunkered back down, and Glyma held both her horns firmly, pulling her in. “Not too fast,” she instructed, and Quin tried to go slow. It was harder than she thought it would be because Glyma tasted that good. Quin wanted to gorge herself like a glutton.
“So needy,” Glyma teased, and Quin nodded, licking up her slit over and over again. “That’s good, Quin. Feels so good.”
Using Quin’s horns as handholds, Glyma directed Quin’s pace, guiding her slow at first, then a little faster. She pulled her closer when she wanted Quin’s tongue deeper, then pushed her away when she wanted shallower licks. She gave instruction, then praised Quin when she obeyed.
Last night, Quin had been desperate and overwhelmed, so she hadn’t focused much on her finesse. She’d just eaten Glyma with all the enthusiasm of more than twenty years in the closet. But she wanted to learn what Glyma liked this time. She wanted to discover every way to make Glyma scream. So she listened to Glyma’s direction and used her mouth and fingers in tandem, rubbing along the raised ridges and textured pleasure spots inside until Glyma’s legs started to shake.
“Fuck, Quin, don’t stop, baby.” Glyma moaned, and Quin shoved her face between her legs until she couldn’t breathe, whimpering at the glorious wet heat of her. A few moments later, Glyma came with a cry of pleasure, flooding Quin’s mouth with more of her silky taste.
She continued to feast as she pushed a hand between herself and the bed, grinding down, adding pressure to her clits until her own sounds of pleasure were lost to the depths of Glyma’s pussy.
“Fuck, the way you sound,” Glyma said, stroking Quin’s horns. “You were born for this, Quin. Look at you.”
Quin got herself and Glyma off two more times, mouth devouring everything Glyma gave her, but when her clits ached from overstimulation, she wrapped her arms around Glyma’s thighs and settled in. She couldn’t get enough. Of Glyma’s pussy. Of her sweet taste. Of her silky feel. Of her sounds and the way she threw her head back when she came.
Head pillowed on Glyma’s thigh, she panted for air and watched Glyma come down again, and she thought,“This. This is what I was made for.”And when Glyma beamed down at her, petting her moist cheek, Quin never wanted to be anywhere else but here.
It was late afternoon by the time they’d eaten actual food, showered, and dressed. Hand-in-hand, they teleported back to Quin’s house. Waryn took one look at their twined hands and swelled with pride.
“I should be a matchmaker,” he declared triumphantly as he tugged them both into an enthusiastic embrace. “My ladies, together at last. And look how bright you shine.”
“Come off it,” Quin muttered as Glyma giggled.
“Very well done, Waryn,” Glyma said, and Waryn preened.
“And how was the smooshing?” he asked Quin, wriggling his eyebrows. “I don’t want details, mind, but I am a bit curious.”
“Get so fucked,” Quin said sweetly.
His nose wrinkled. “Oh, blech, I’d rather not if it’s all the same to you.”
“I thought the smooshing was fantastic,” Glyma chimed in confidently, and Quin balked.
“Glym!”
“What? We had a great time.” She turned to Waryn, a positively lecherous expression on her face. “Seriously, she had a great time.”
“Splendid,” Waryn simpered, before he clapped his hands expectantly. “Okay, are we off to your mother’s then?”
“I’m sorry, off to my mother’s?” Quin squawked.
Waryn frowned. “Yes, to tell her the wonderful news. Well, she won’t find it wonderful; she’ll be absolutely livid, but I’m rather keen to see it. I’ve held my tongue for years, you know, but your mother can be…”
“A bit of a cunt,” Glyma supplied helpfully, and Quin choked.
“I dare say, you’re a mouthy one, and I quite like it.” He stroked Glyma’s cheek with a thumb before he leveled Quin with a more stern expression. “Best get on with it, Quin. Rip the bandage off.”
She looked between the two people she loved more than anything in the world. Glyma took her hand in support and squeezed. Waryn smiled encouragingly and winked.
“Sure,” she finally said with a half-shrug. “Might as well nuke my whole life in one fell swoop.”
