though, wanting to tease her lover into a state of wonton passion.
Iris quickly found herself on the verge of yet another moan, her insides clenched so tightly, the coil that mastered her climax was about to unfurl, but Ginger was keeping her constantly on the verge of release, balanced carefully on a ledge, not allowing her to feel the full weight of release. A throb began to form between her legs, hard and powerful, the ache reaching so deep she could feel it in her bones, every nerve ending began to spark to life, sending wave upon sweet wave of bliss along the curves of her body. She wriggled against her restraint, hands curling tightly into fists as she whimpered and moaned. Iris felt herself on the verge of becoming a beggar, defiantly; she sunk her teeth into her bottom lip, refusing to give in just yet.
Ginger watched and sighed happily, she watched Iris squirm and wriggle beneath her careful titillation, a sultry chuckle was released, as sweet Ri tried so valiantly to keep herself under control, still unable to let herself go. Her eyebrows rose, as a sly smirk tilted her lips. She could play hardball too. Without warning, or hesitation, Ginger slammed three fingers deep into Iris, pushing as far as they could go, wriggling her digits to caress and stretch out her slick inner walls. Then she stopped, keeping them tightly wedged inside, she just hovered there, waiting for what was sure to come.
Iris screamed, a delightful sensation wracking her body, she had tried to remain aloof, and that was quickly coming to an end. Ginger was so far in, but still refused to free Iris from these painful throws of passion. She panted, turning her head to the side; sweat dappled her brow, a glorious mixture of pain and pleasure erupting in her core. “I’m yours Ginger.” She gasped out. Iris wanted sweet climax, begged for it. “I’m yours.” She conceded with a soft cry.
Ginger pulled her fingers out just enough; only to slam them back in, this time she stretched her walls out even more, pressing further, harder, and faster. But, no. This was not enough “Good girl.” She whispered as she yanked open the drawer to Iris’ nightstand. “I wonder if you still have…” Yes, she did. A dildo Ginger had given Iris as a gift long ago. Iris had mentioned she placed it here, but they had never had a chance to use it.
“Oh… no Gin!” Iris wriggled, but didn’t break free of the restraints just yet, part of her vividly curious, she wondered what sort of pleasure could be brought from that.
“Shh…” Ginger cooed kissing Iris at the tender spot between her shoulder blades “I am going to take your virginity Iris…”
Iris shuddered beneath the kiss, sucking in a rampant breath, bracing herself for what was to come. She would rather have Ginger to this, than anyone else. “I want you to be the one Gin.”
Ginger slowly caressed the phallic member with her hand, before dipping her fingers into Iris, using her sweet moisture to lubricate it. Slowly she pressed it against her entrance. Thankfully it was not overly large, a mere few inches long and an inch thick. Nothing a budding virgin could not handle if done delicately. Slowly she pressed it in, pushing it past the velvet folds, deep, and deeper into the confines of her constricting body.
Iris cried out, she pressed her face into the softness of the mattress as her features contorted into a mixture of pain and pleasure. She pushed her hips back to take the thing in further, even though Ginger was moving it at a slow pace. Iris felt her body would respond against her will as she rocked back against it. Gingers hand was firmly on her ass, guiding it in. She felt herself constrict and tighten around its hardness as it pushed ever the more forward, so much further than anything before. She couldn’t take it any longer, something feral snapped within her, she threw herself back and forced the thing so deep inside of her, it caused a momentary snap of pain that echoed through her body.
“Easy there” Ginger whispered as Iris rocked back and forth, essentially fucking herself. At the moment when Iris had lost control completely she knew her hymen had been splintered. Slowly, Ginger soothed her lover; she caressed her back, urged her to be still a moment, to allow her body to get used to the width and depth. “ Relax.” She whispered in a hushed coo as she slowly retracted, then pushed it back again.
Iris moaned, a single tear rolling down her cheek as Ginger pressed onward, she built up a delightful friction that forced her to cream herself over and over again. Hopelessly she was lost, rocking her hips back and forth, she begged for more, wanted the pace so desperately to quicken. “Damn it Gin, stop teasing me” she growled as she bucked her hips “Please…”
Gin hid a smile as Iris finally emerged from her shell, she stood up to get better leverage, placing a hand on Iris’s shoulder, then yanked her back so that her pussy would be forced to accept the entire length of the thing in one fast motion. When Iris moaned, so did Ginger, her thighs becoming slick as she stood there and forced it in and out. Ginger made sure Iris was fucked hard and fast, just like she had asked. Each stroke was a little bit deeper or harder than before. Ginger continued at a relentless pace, until Iris had become a quivering wet mess in front of her. Her only desire was to help her lover reach that final world shattering climax.
The weight that sudden final release wrenched a loud cry of ecstasy from Iris as she lay there lost in the rapture of feelings, sensations and chills that were sparking to life all along her body, every nerve, every cell was humming with content.
Ginger wore a proud smile, as she reached down and untied the scarves. In one fluid motion she flipped Iris over to stare into her lustful eyes.
Iris trembled from head to toe, her legs felt like jelly, she could barely catch her breath, breasts heaved with every inhale she struggled to take. Iris passed Ginger a wicked smile as she laid there, trying to find words to speak, but there were none that could possibly describe what she was feeling right now. “Damn…”
Ginger grinned playfully as she tossed the dildo aside, and crawled along the bed to snuggle beside Iris. With the utmost care and love, Ginger pulled Iris in and curled up against her. “You can say that again.” Ginger laughed as she placed a kiss to her forehead. “Now get some rest, while I think. We have to have a plan, when we announce ourselves to the world.”
“But, what about you Gin?” Iris worried at her bottom lip, afraid Ginger was getting the short end of the pleasure stick.
Ginger cuddled Iris against her “Oh, don’t you worry. I have everything I need, right here and now. Sleep, we will have all the time in the world together after tonight.”
Iris didn’t have the energy to fight her on this. She was utterly zapped of strength. Perfectly happy to just lay there curled against Gingers nude form. Soon, unlike the previous night, Iris found slumber, she drifted to sleep in Gingers arms.
Ginger held Iris as she slept. Ideas were running rampant through her mind. They had to do this right. Even in this world of high society, they could tackle this situation and rise from it stronger than they were before. How she was going to do that was escaping Gingers realm of thought at the moment. But she refused to give up. She wanted to spend the rest of her life with Iris, nothing was going to hinder that. Not even some pervert with a pension for spying.
THE DEMON LOVER
By night Moira Bentley dreamed of phantoms. Beautiful beings shrouded in darkness that cast graceful silhouettes on her bedroom wall; images of sensual dances that brought each pair of them closer and closer….until finally they succumbed to the intimacy of the dance, merging together to engage in unspeakable acts that defied all moral convention.
“Which means they must feel awfully good,” she mused, her senses inflamed by those erotic dreams that haunted her every night.
She usually played the role of voyeur in most of these nocturnal visions, watching as gorgeous, mysterious beings collapsed together on a shiny dance floor; their lips merged in passionate kisses, their arms and legs entwined, their naked, sweaty bodies becoming one with the night. On occasion, however, the most beautiful phantom-an ethereal male with long, silken auburn hair, wide dark eyes, full lips and sculpted features-parted from the sensual fray; his muscled body standing tall above the chaos as he extended his hand to her.
Then, blast it, she woke up.
“Bloody hell!”
Surging upward in the silken sheets of her floral feathered bed, she took a moment to focus on the calming, beautiful rose print that lined her overhead canopy. It was a beautiful sight indeed.
