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Demon Queened - Chapter 21 (NSFW rough draft) - Part 3/3
🕑 Added 2024-02-05 22:41:49 +0000 UTCWell, we've finally hit volume 2's first sex scene, and I'm rather proud of it! Hopefully, everyone else will like it too.
With this, I've officially written the whole thing! It still needs editing, of course, as does every other part of the chapter... And proofreading... But still!
If anyone's curious, part 3 clocks in at 2,098 putting the rough draft at 7,293! (I do some editing between parts, so don't worry if the numbers don't quite add up between them.)
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“To have sex with me!”
“To…” I stared at Lucy, who grinned back at me without a hint of shame upon her features. “After all that? The bridal carry, the dramatic speech, the ups and downs of our… Not date… You want to have sex?”
“Why not?” Lucy asked, meeting my gaze unflinchingly. “It’s a great way to relax, isn’t it? It feels really good, and it’s sort of exhausting - but that just means you go can go right to sleep afterwards, right? Since there won’t be any bear attacks this time! And I can put what I said into practice, too - show you what I feel! Show you that I trust you, by putting myself completely in your hands!”
“The last time we had sex, you came out of it with a crush,” I pointed out. “One I’m not looking to intensify…”
“I think it’s a bit late for that, Eena! I mean, the sex isn’t even the biggest part of it - you’re the one who said that’s just physical, right? Even though I’d argue that it’s a great way to convey emotions, too… But the main reason I fell for you is that you treat me like a normal person! You use my name, and you’re not afraid to tease me… And yeah, you have sex with me, but it’s not the sex itself that was important! Even if it does feel really, really good!”
“You…” I buried my face in my free hand. “I can’t believe I’m actually considering this…” But her words made sense. Sex was a thing that friends could partake in, easily. It wasn’t like kissing - there was no inherent romance. Only pleasure. And it would feel good…
“We don’t have to,” Lucy conceded, looking down at the ground. “Not if you don’t want to. But I’d like to, if you’re up for it…”
“...Thick walls and soft beds.”
“Huh?” Lucy’s head snapped up.
“That’s what you said this place could boast, could you not? Meaning that nobody should hear your screams and whimpers as I ravish you, even without your spell.” A spell I’d actually had the wherewithal to listen to, this time.
“You mean…?”
“I’ll be sure to repay you for everything you’ve done to me, today, Lucy.” I reached down to grab the hem of my shirt as I spoke. “For the warmth that filled my heart, and the heat that colored my cheeks.”
Lucy let out a little squeak, a noise I assumed to be of joy as her hands immediately moved to undo her armor, her magic tugging at any straps that were too awkwardly placed for her to reach. Soon her breast plate was on the floor, her greaves and skirt following quickly after, alongside her gauntlet. A journey my own clothes had already completed.
All articles of it except for one, that is.
“Aren’t you going to take off your shoes?” Lucy asked, the innocence in her voice ill fit to the cutting nature of her question.
I couldn’t believe that I was being set such a trial, so soon after my promise for honesty! But I couldn’t lie, so… “I… Dislike being seen without them. Especially by…” People who were taller than me. Five simple, shameful words.
“In that case…!” Lucy’s grin was the only warning I received before she was once more scooping me up in her arms, and carrying me like a princess. “Now you can take them off without me seeing how short you are, right?”
“I am not short!” I protested, my cheeks aflame. “I’m just… On the small side, amongst my family members.” My mother had been six foot one, my grandmother six foot even, and my great grandmother six foot three! And yet here I was, at a measly five foot four… It was enough to make anyone self conscious!
“It’s alright, Eena,” Lucy reassured me, laying me upon the bed and reaching for my shoes. I allowed her to take them, without complaint, allowing her to reveal the black nail tipped toes beneath. “I think you’re cute, no matter how tall or small you are!”
“:C-cute?” I exclaimed. “Surely you jest?” Sexy, hot, beautiful or even simply ‘pretty’ were all descriptors I would take. But cute?
“Uh-huh,” Lucy affirmed, without thought to my pride as she laid a kiss upon the inside of my thigh. “Especially when you get all flustered and squirmy!”
My thigh twitched at the sensation - a movement that most definitely wasn’t squirming - even as I set a baleful glare upon her. “I do not wish to hear of cuteness from you, of all people. Is it not obvious who would earn the title, if someone were to judge between us?”
“We can both be cute,” Lucy countered, her lips traveling up my thigh, leaving a trail of tiny kisses until she was barely an inch from my slit - and then she nipped the flesh, before parting, leaving my needy sex behind with nary a kiss as she moved to climb atop of me. “You know, I’ve been putting a lot of thought into what I’d do if I got you into bed again? The places I’d kiss. And the noises I’d try to get you to make…” She bent down to place her lips upon the swell of my breast, her lips sucking upon the flesh right below the hardened nipple, and then above. “I don’t think my imagination was really up to the task, though. I mean, I really don’t know enough about sex! So… I hope you’ll help me learn!”
This time her luscious lips landed squarely upon the nipple proper, her tongue darting out to wet the tip, right before her teeth clamped down upon the sensitive flesh. She began to suck, gently at first, but then fiercer, pulling a soft cry from my own lips as my body arched.
I grasped at Lucy’s hair, holding her down against my chest, demanding more of her delightful attention. She obliged my selfish request, sucking and nipping at both the nipple and the paler flesh beneath. My fingers tangled in her hair, as my other hand reached out to wrap around her waist and tug her against my form. This, too, she allowed. Yet when I tried to roll us over, to put myself on top of of her so that I could move to return the favor, her hands slammed into the mattress to hold us into place.
“Not yet!” she said, pushing up and away from my breast. “I don’t want you to pleasure me yet!”
I eyed her curiously, as she got onto her knees. One of which, I noticed, had slid between my own thighs, close enough to my groin that I could touch it with a single movement.
“I know I’m not that practiced, yet,” Lucy said. “So there’s lots I can learn from having sex with you. From letting you do things to me…” Now it was her cheeks that bore a blush. “But… I want to do things to you, too! I don’t want to get so overwhelmed that I can’t show you how I feel! So please, go gently on me today, okay? So I can learn lots and lots!”
“And you called me cute,” I replied, shaking my head with a tired sigh. “If you wish to keep your wits about you, then feel free to try.” Saying so, I grasped her waist within my hands, and once more attempted to roll us over. This time, she didn’t resist, allowing me to shift her form upwards until my violet eyes could meet her orange head on. Her lips above my own.
Red took hold of my cheeks once more, but I didn’t let thought of kisses distract me from my goal. A quick shift had us rolling over, me atop of her, the swell of her breasts pressing against my own. I lowered myself to kiss her nipple, to roll the hardened teat upon my tongue, only to be caught off guard when her knee came up between my thighs to press against my flesh.
Any noises I may or may not have made were thankfully muffled as I pressed my mouth against her breast, kissing and sucking and nipping at her even as her own fingers traversed the distance to my breasts. Soft hands groped my chest, slender fingers finding and pinching at my nipples for a moment. Then one left, finding its way instead to my back, sliding down to the small of it, before finding the curve of my rear and clamping down upon it.
I didn’t bother to stifle my moan this time, allowing the sound to vibrate against Lucy’s tit for a moment before I lifted my head to turn towards the other. My hand, meanwhile, crept between our bodies, reaching down between her thighs, pushing my way through the fleshy constrictions to tease my finger against her wet opening.
It was easy to slip a finger inside of her. Easy, to slide it in and out. Almost as easy to slip a second finger in alongside it, stretching her opening a touch as I began to seek her G-spot out, my thumb similarly searching for her clit.
Lucy squirmed beneath my ministrations, her thighs tightening around my hand, but no amount of unconscious effort would ever be enough to keep me from my goal. My fingers continued to search and play, index and middle fingers pumping away as my thumb felt out the presence of her button.
Teasing her more sensitive areas, I sucked hard upon her nipple as my thumbnail flicked against her clit. My fingers plunged deep, finding that special spot within her, and I felt her tense, her body stiffening for a moment, before it began to move all at once - her channel tightening around my fingers just as her thighs squeezed down upon my hands, her back arching as she moaned.
I expected her to slump against me, after that. As such, I was caught unaware when she grasped my waist, as I had once grabbed hers, and twisted so that she was on top of me. She was breathing heavily, her energy obviously lagging, her body at its limit - and yet there was a hunger in her eyes, a fire blazing behind those orange irises that kept me from speaking a word against her plans, and urging her to sleep.
“I won’t go down without making you feel good,” she whispered, iron in her tone despite the softness of her voice. Her movements were slow, and far from steady, as she pushed against the mattress to move downward. Still, there was obvious determination fueling the movement of her muscles, as she slowly lowered her head down between my thighs. Her tongue darted out to touch my legs, and I saw the flicker of surprise as she discovered what I knew she would - that I was sopping wet. Needy. That bringing her to pleasure, combined with her own teasing, had already pushed me close to her own state.
Perhaps that discovery was energizing, for the swiftness with which she attacked me with her tongue belayed the tired, awkward movements that had characterized her initial descent. Where before two arms had barely kept her up, before, now one arm was all that kept her from falling flat upon the bed. The other hand moved to join her mouth, her finger teasing my clit from its hood even as her tongue went to work upon my slit.
Heat rose within me, as warm liquid all but gushed out of me, and her finger swiftly found its place inside me, pumping in and out between swipes of her tongue. What had already been a raging fire was quickly turned into an irresistible inferno, heat and pressure building to a crescendo inside of me before, at last, gushing out in release.
Lucy sealed her lips upon my sex, sucking, and licking, and drinking from me, sustaining the waves of pleasure for as long as she could. Then, once the pleasure had become nothing but a pleasant memory, she forced herself onto her hands and knees again. Crawling up the bed, she used the last of her energy to position herself before collapsing, her head upon my chest, one arm curling about my waist, and a leg crossed against my thighs.
An instant later and she was asleep, her chest rising and falling in an even pattern. And as I stared down upon her, only one thought was playing through my mind: She has a surprisingly cute snore.
