Page 47 of Christa's Obsession

“Oh my love, look at how pretty your pussy looks.”

Wanda groaned, and Christa witnessed her desire slicking her thighs, ramping up her need to see more. “Part your legs and hold your pussy lips open for me. Let me see how much you want my touch.”

Dark pools of want stared down at Christa as Wanda did as asked with trembling fingers. It was pure excitement, and Christa felt it combine with her own desire. Their bond gave her a boost like she’d stuck her finger in an electrical socket. “Can you feel how wet you are?”

Wanda’s desire glistened on her open sex and Christa gave in, moving forward, close enough to still hold Wanda’s gaze. “Watch me,” she murmured, using her demon’s tongue to reach Wanda and hold position. Long enough, Christa dragged it from back to front, tickling her asshole because although Wanda didn’t ask for her to touch her there, she often pushed into Christa’s touch when her fingers skimmed over her pink hole.

A whimpered moan came with a hip rock back, then forward, as if she couldn’t decide where she wanted Christa to lick more. That was fine, because Christa was going to taste her wherever she wanted. Wetting her finger, she moved her hand behind Wanda, slipping it between her spread legs. Wanda gasped, her skin dewy and flushed at the next touch to her asshole. When Christa lapped between her spread lips, Wanda’s desire easily coated her tongue, encouraging her to continue to twirl her finger over the quivering bud while lapping at her clit.

Swollen, it peeked past the hood and Christa sucked it into her mouth, flicking her tongue over the sensitive flesh. Teasing it, she circled her tongue over the throbbing flesh. Wanda’s body shook as she became more vocal. The noises bounced off the tiles as Christa slid her tongue inside, thrusting slowly. She wiggled it while making noises so it vibrated, then withdrew to suck Wanda’s desire into her mouth, only to repeat.

“Oh… oh… oh… there… oh… please… more….”

Her ass canted backwards, and Christa slid her finger further forward to push it into her soaking pussy then, using it to slick her between her ass cheeks, pushed the tip of her finger inside the tight rim as she sucked hard on Wanda’s clit. Wanda cried out, a fresh flood of desire filling Christa’s mouth. She groaned as Wanda’s legs gave way, flopping forward, causing Christa to grab on to one hip. Her fingers sank into her soft flesh to steady her, while the noises, taste and her face buried in Wanda triggered Christa’s orgasm.

She didn’t stop licking and sucking Wanda, riding the feelings coming from Wanda as she creamed her own panties until they soaked her clothing. When they both stopped shuddering and their breathing slowed down, Wanda was no longer holding any of her own weight, so Christa translocated them into the bath.

Wanda groaned anew as the oily water ran over her sensitive sex. Her thighs parted, pushing Christa’s against the wide tub. Christa ran her nose down the side of Wanda’s neck, kissing softly against her beating pulse. “Stroke your pussy for me, tell me how it feels now it’s bare and wet.”

Wanda turned her head, pushing her hot cheek into Christa’s neck, but her hand was moving.

“Lift your hips up, my love, I want to watch.”

She moaned, her breath hitting Christa’s damp skin in small bursts. Christa watched the fingers slide over and dip down between Wanda’s thighs. With a thought, more oil poured over Wanda’s hand. She bit her lip, the sounds muffled, her fingers moving. “Tell me how it feels.”

“So… slick… I don’t wanna stop touching,” she finished on a gasp as Christa filled her thoughts with how much she loved that.

“You don’t need to. We can do this all day,” Christa murmured throatily. “All night. Whenever you want to.”

Connected as they were, she felt Wanda crest on the next wave of arousal, coming harder, and still her fingers never stopped stroking. “That’s it, my love, do what feels good.”

Wanda mouthed at her throat, then her teeth nipped at her flesh and Christa shook when the feeling pulsed directly in her sex. Then Wanda bit harder, marking her.

Christa got sideswiped by her own release. She shook hard enough to have water slipping over the floor unobserved, both women lost in the joint pleasure. Christa’s demon cries of pleasure filled her mind as Wanda lapped up her blood, groaning and writhing as she came again.

Gasping, and struggling to stop sinking under the water, Christa had a ‘come to the demoness’ goddess’ moment.

Holy fuck, what was that?

Chapter Twenty-Three

Wanda

She wasn’t sure what woke her, but Wanda lay listening to Christa’s soft breathing. She could tell from the rhythm that herlove was deeply asleep. The leaves rustled in the gentle breeze, but no other sound carried in her nook.

When she shut her eyes, she found herself unable to settle. Something wasn’t quite right beyond her trees. She carefully untangled herself from Christa where they had fallen asleep after their epic…

Her body heated, desire building fast in her core. It was shocking how, even without really thinking too hard about what they had done the day before, the arousal continued to hum in her sex. They had spent hours re-topping the bath with hot water while Wanda had touched herself multiple times, bringing herself to orgasm. Insatiable, one orgasm after another, the silky feel of her bare mound doing something indescribable to her, which only became enhanced further with Christa whispering her naughty commands in her ear.

What shocked her was that she had bitten Christa. She buried her head in her hands, hiding her embarrassment at the lack of remorse she felt at such an action. Such a show of possessiveness. She wanted to claim that the mark on Christa’s throat made her feel bad, but the taste of Christa’s blood had ignited her own.

A sound beyond the trees drew her attention, and she reached for the stone the king had given her on pure instinct. It pulsed against her skin, and she identified what had woken her.

Is the king outside?she asked her girls, choosing not to wake Christa yet.

He is.

What is he doing?

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