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Re: A Tale of Two Sisters (Blueslime and Takimaru) GMed by Hafnium
Pasha was happy to see the newly named fairy's relief and apparent joy, but as she closed the distance between them and whispered such sweet words into the tufted Su-Ku-Ta's ear, the young succubus grew afraid. There was still the issue of possibly hurting Ephsana and putting her into a comatose state, just like she'd done to Calel and a string of other unfortunate men. She stole a glance over at Meara and Caitr. The blonde fae was showing off her dual set of genitalia to her sister, and Pasha blushed furiously as she saw the way her beloved sibling was looking at the fairy member.
With no instruction given to her yet, and with the obvious distraction that Meara would be to Caitr, Pasha worried that she might all too easily get carried away with the darling Ephsana. She would have to be careful. Especially if Meara got really into it right next to her. That might be too much for Pasha to handle, she was already getting a little wet just seeing Ra-Ra's tongue lick her own lips unconsciously.
"Uhm, ah, I only hope that you will be pleased to have me as your lover afterwards. But of course, Ephsana, we can teach one another. Let's start by simply learning about each other's bodies... the removal of barriers between two lovers' skins is not something to be rushed..."
Tenderly, Pasha began a pattern of sensual caresses over Ephsana's clothing as she moved in to kiss the virgin fae. As she had been taught long ago, the foreplay was an all important part of the experience. One had to experience their partner totally. Every trace of a fingernail along the fae's fabrics was an enterprise in building a series of anticipations.
First they would feel each other's shapes. The firmness or lightness of their grips, the scent of each other's natural musk, the curve of the legs, hips, waist, bust, shoulders, arms, and spine. The spine, from neck to tail, was often under appreciated, but Pasha had been taught to love it, for it was the center of all sensations.
Finally, with the first anticipations over, Pasha pressed her body close to Ephsana's, now sensing their mingled body heat. The undulation of their muscles expanding and contracting together, against one another, in time with each other. Pasha sighed and shifted the tilt of her head so that their kiss went deeper. Her eyes fluttered open and she held Ephsana's dreamy gaze, forming a deeper bond through eye contact.
Then came the honors of disrobing. No words needed to be spoken as the caresses now changed in intensity. Every now and again, a grip was tightened and a garb would be loosened. A finger might hook on a thread here, a button there, and the partner would know that soon their bodies would be closer to one another still.
"Ephsana. You smell like a rare flower by the roadside. A part of nature yet standing out from it, because you are so much more... real. I taste your nectar, the smooth touch of your leaves and stem and... petals..." Pasha's hands roamed across Ephsana's sensitive regions, still barred from direct contact by the greatly loosened garments of clothing. If the fae had not begun to undress the Su-Ku-Ta, then the young thief would invite her to do so now, placing the girl's hands on her bodice, nodding for her her to shift it downward and expose her upper body.
Pasha was happy to see the newly named fairy's relief and apparent joy, but as she closed the distance between them and whispered such sweet words into the tufted Su-Ku-Ta's ear, the young succubus grew afraid. There was still the issue of possibly hurting Ephsana and putting her into a comatose state, just like she'd done to Calel and a string of other unfortunate men. She stole a glance over at Meara and Caitr. The blonde fae was showing off her dual set of genitalia to her sister, and Pasha blushed furiously as she saw the way her beloved sibling was looking at the fairy member.
With no instruction given to her yet, and with the obvious distraction that Meara would be to Caitr, Pasha worried that she might all too easily get carried away with the darling Ephsana. She would have to be careful. Especially if Meara got really into it right next to her. That might be too much for Pasha to handle, she was already getting a little wet just seeing Ra-Ra's tongue lick her own lips unconsciously.
"Uhm, ah, I only hope that you will be pleased to have me as your lover afterwards. But of course, Ephsana, we can teach one another. Let's start by simply learning about each other's bodies... the removal of barriers between two lovers' skins is not something to be rushed..."
Tenderly, Pasha began a pattern of sensual caresses over Ephsana's clothing as she moved in to kiss the virgin fae. As she had been taught long ago, the foreplay was an all important part of the experience. One had to experience their partner totally. Every trace of a fingernail along the fae's fabrics was an enterprise in building a series of anticipations.
First they would feel each other's shapes. The firmness or lightness of their grips, the scent of each other's natural musk, the curve of the legs, hips, waist, bust, shoulders, arms, and spine. The spine, from neck to tail, was often under appreciated, but Pasha had been taught to love it, for it was the center of all sensations.
Finally, with the first anticipations over, Pasha pressed her body close to Ephsana's, now sensing their mingled body heat. The undulation of their muscles expanding and contracting together, against one another, in time with each other. Pasha sighed and shifted the tilt of her head so that their kiss went deeper. Her eyes fluttered open and she held Ephsana's dreamy gaze, forming a deeper bond through eye contact.
Then came the honors of disrobing. No words needed to be spoken as the caresses now changed in intensity. Every now and again, a grip was tightened and a garb would be loosened. A finger might hook on a thread here, a button there, and the partner would know that soon their bodies would be closer to one another still.
"Ephsana. You smell like a rare flower by the roadside. A part of nature yet standing out from it, because you are so much more... real. I taste your nectar, the smooth touch of your leaves and stem and... petals..." Pasha's hands roamed across Ephsana's sensitive regions, still barred from direct contact by the greatly loosened garments of clothing. If the fae had not begun to undress the Su-Ku-Ta, then the young thief would invite her to do so now, placing the girl's hands on her bodice, nodding for her her to shift it downward and expose her upper body.
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