unrequited

unrequited


disclaimer: yeah whatever’
warning: anything goes with me, but this is defiantly kinky
an: thanks reviewers, you nasty pervs, this one’s for you. cheers



chapter eight/two’s company?


She was restless. It was the second night she spent alone, Trowa having disappeared days before. She was lonely and needed something more than her vibrator to tame her hunger, so understandably when he walked into her room at quarter to one, she mauled him upon entry, literally leaping up onto him.

“Where the fuck have you been?” She managed between hot, wet kisses.

“Auditioning,” He answered, attempting to set her down on the bed. Her attentions turned more aggressive and he stilled her. “Easy now.”

“Auditioning?” She repeated against his mouth. She drew back to meet his eyes. “Whatever are you talking about?”

“This is one of your final lessons.” He replied, stilling her busy fingers. “I brought you a present.”

She blinked. “A present?””

He nodded, wiping a finger against her wet lip. “Bianca? You may come in.”

In the doorway a figure emerged, a shapely redhead with large, deep-set brown eyes and blood red lips. She was dressed in a thin wool coat that hung mid-thigh – odd, for summer – and wore leather high-heeled boots thatt ovt over her knee. She was gorgeous, yes, but very unexpected.

“Come,” He instructed with a come hither motion. “Close the door behind you.” Bianca did as she was told, stopping three feet from the pair. “Take off your coat.”

Under the wool she wore a skintight leather corset that her heavy breasts nearly spilled from, and a leather g-string. She was beyond gorgeous, she was deliciously hot. Relena met his eyes with some confusion. “I want you to know what it feels like to taste another woman and feel her taste you, take control of you.” He answered, kissing her slowly, fully. “While I watch. Heero won’t be the only one getting a show.” With the same sly grin, he backed off into a nearby chair.

“I’ve never been with another woman before,” Relena admitted, brushing the hair from her eyes.

Bianca’s red lips curled into a seductive smirk. “You might never go back.”

Relena shrugged. “Is that a promise?”

Bianca kissed her, softly at first. Relena was surprised at the differences – how soft and full her lips were, how the angle of a slimmer jaw enabled the kiss to go deeper until she could practically feel the woman’s tongue vibrating at the base. She let out a low moan as Bianca’s arm wrapped around her, pulling her closer, while the other opened her short silk robe, revealing her nakedness.

The moan gave Bianca ample opportunity to lower her mouth to Relena’s jaw and neck, lower still to her breasts, kissing the tops, then the sides, before engulfing the nipple, taking it into her mouth and sucking it.

Bianca pushed the robe off Relena’s shoulders, letting her hands glide down her back to her rear, cupping the flesh found and kissing her again, hungry wet mouth to hungry wet mouth.

Relena deftly reached out to touch Bianca, smoothing her palm along her left breast. “That’s it,” She vaguely recalled hearing him say. “Touch her, caress her, taste her.” Relena was already wet as she kissed the other woman’s shoulder, burrowed her face between her breasts and smelled a faint dusting of cinnamon and spice.

Bianca inched her back towards the bed, pushing her down. Her mouth kissed and explored every inch of Relena’s skin – up her arms, down her belly, ravishing her breasts again, sucking and biting, gracing her thighs up and down until Relena pushed her head towards the very heat of her, her hot, melting core. Ever the aggressor, Bianca pushed Relena’s hands away above her head, reaching up for her mouth again.

Then she felt it – tension. her wrists were being bound, tightly with a silk scarf to the headboard. Trowa stood over them, eerily stoic, backing away slowly. Then smooth, cool leather, as Bianca brought a short leather whip up along Relena’s right thigh, guiding the thick leather braid along her wet pussy. And with a quick motion of her wrist, Bianca whipped Relena’s lower stomach, causing her to arch her back in pain.

As quickly as the pain came, the woman’s tongue dissipated it. The whip came down again, this time hitting her in a more sensitive place – but Bianca’s tongue swirled down to the rescue, suckling and kneading Relena’s clit into a frenzy.

“You are very wet,” Bianca ran the base of her weapon across Relena’s cunt, moving it higher to press on her clit, then to her opening. “You need some relief if you’re going to come.” She slowly inserted the base on the whip into Relena’s dripping pussy, thrusting once. Relena moaned for more and received it. Soon, Bianca was on top of her, the base of her whip fucking her hard as Bianca rode her hips.

The sensations were so great Relena could barely see Trowa’s hands curl around the woman’s breasts, grabbing her from behind. “Stop. I want to watch you eat her while I fuck you.” He told Bianca, pushing her head down towards Relena’s core, bending her over. Then Relena was full of Bianca’s long, talented tongue, writhing as the woman chewed and lapped at her flowing delta. Trowa’s thrusting jerked Bianca’s mouth up and down, so it was never in the same place. Relena felt the waves of her orgasm wash over her, blinding her to almost everything around her.

“Do you like your present?” Trowa demanded to know, locking his eyes with hers as he fucked Bianca.

“Yes!” She scream

“So eat up,” He jerked Bianca up and over, so she straddled Relena’s face and Bianca’s mouth hovered over his swollen dick. “Eat her while she sucks me off.”

Bianca was just as wet and silky as she – and tasted like cream and honey against her lapping tongue. Relena attempted to suckle and lap at the other woman with unpracticed skill, until she felt the woman vibrate when Relena traced her clit with the tip of her tongue, then flattened it out against the hole. Trowa moaned and Bianca quivered –Relena was so caught in the waves of all the passion she didn’t recall fainting – but she did remember the taste of Bianca’s orgasm. It stayed on her tongue the next morning, the taste of another woman.

She fell asleep with a smile on her face and her wrists still bound to the bed.


To be continued.