Christa’s Obsession (Obsessions #3)

Chapter Twenty-Two

Christa

“Are you sure you don’t need another bath? You got sweaty picking the peaches for Dougal.” The hopefulness was hard to miss when she also gave Christa a pleading smile.

Wanda was an utter delight. Her introduction to bathing in hot water was a revelation. The rest of the house, and all the changes Christa had made, went unnoticed. Wanda had one fixation with the house, and it was the bathroom.

She usually bathed in the lake every morning, but that had stopped and now she wanted to bathe twice a day, even when she had done nothing to warrant it.

Christa struggled to keep her amusement to herself, especially when their trees actively encouraged Wanda to make as much use of the bathroom as possible. Most likely because she liked to share exactly how it made her feel to have the scented, oily water caressing her skin. Yes, she was an utter delight.

Whether it was the magic protection the king had given the forest, or the stone Wanda kept tucked into the bodice of whatever she wore, she was more confident. There was none of the fear she’d displayed before Asmodeus’s visit. Something that Silas had remarked on, which made the trip to the demon realm worth the upset.

Wanda nudged her arm. “Do you?”

She bit the inside of her cheek to hold back her laughter. “I didn’t get sweaty, my love. It was one small basket of peaches I took to leave for him.”

There was something wrong with Dougal, Christa felt it through the trees. He visited infrequently now, and when he did, the trees behaved differently than before.

Wanda ran a hand down her arm. “You feel a little sticky to me.”

The laughter escaped this time, and she lifted Wanda to kiss her soundly on the lips. “Do you want a bath, my love?”

Wanda didn’t quite pull off the nonchalant shrug while not looking directly at Christa, blushing a rosy pink.

“I… maybe… okay, yes, I do,” she muttered sheepishly, eyelashes dipping. “I’ve a lot of catching up to do, missing out for all those years.” She rested her head on Christa’s shoulder and sighed forlornly. “Why didn’t Silas explain how wonderful a bath can be? He had one and never once mentioned it.” She was miffed at her brother, that came across loudly.

“Isn’t this a little like the burgers you told him were bad for you?” she pointed out, chuckling. Wanda got things stuck in her head and it took a lot to remove the belief.

The next sigh was heartfelt. “I suppose.” She lifted her head, curls bouncing around her face. “But I know how good it is now, and it’s more fun when we have a bath together.”

Christa couldn’t argue with that, especially as Wanda’s sexy musk increased.

One thought and they were back in the bathroom, the bath filled and scented, this time with orange blossom. They had fun trying out the different bath oils and had gone through about a third of the collection so far. The orange blossom was Wanda’s favorite up to now.

Christa placed her down, wanting to remove Wanda’s dress herself. She got a heavy-lidded, dreamy expression whenever Christa took the time to strip her clothes from her body.

Her breasts rose and fell quickly as Christa knelt on a pillow she conjured, removing the big height difference between them. This put her at eye level with the beautiful breasts that were flushed with arousal as Christa peeled the dress down over Wanda’s arms and pushed it over the soft swell of her hips, letting it pool at her bare feet.

Christa’s gaze traveled over the soft, pale curves down to the lace and silk thong that revealed how excited Wanda was. The damp, white silk barely covered her mound. Wanda, who never wore underwear, had taken to wearing the lace and silk thongs that Christa had a thing for when she explained how much she loved how they looked on her. They teased Christa’s desires when they covered Wanda’s sex, the silk barely hiding the delights beneath. But they left her creamy skinned, ample bottom exposed to her roaming hands.

Her breathing hitched when Christa came closer, licking at the lace band over Wanda’s rounded belly. “I know you want to get in the water, but you smell delicious, my love.” Her eyes held Wanda’s as she ran her tongue down the front of the silk, right between the folds of Wanda’s sex, seeing her pupils dilate. The color bled to black. Her arousal was heady. Burying her nose in the silk, Christa inhaled deeply, tasting Wanda’s musky flavor.

Wanda’s legs wobbled and parted, giving Christa better access as hands landed on her shoulders, nails digging in as she mewled. Just the day before, Christa had waxed the hair from between Wanda’s thighs. Her bare mound looked soft and inviting, even with the silk covering.

Another thing that had taken a little persuading, Christa had poured oil over her bare mound and got Wanda to run her fingers over it, explaining and projecting exactly how it felt. She didn’t need to ask again, now Christa wanted to bury her face in between Wanda’s legs and feel that silky skin against her mouth. Her tongue. Her face.

Breath chugging in and out with excitement, she sat back and hooked her fingers under the lace band, slowly tugging it down. Taking her time, she built the sexual tension between them.

Wanda’s nipples were flushed, hard peaks. Her thighs shook as Christa revealed her pink, slick pussy. Her scent was intoxicating, and Christa felt the flood of her own desire pooling between her legs. She didn’t rush while she peeled the panties ever so slowly to Wanda’s ankles. “Lift up, my love.”

Clutching tighter at her shoulders, Wanda whimpered, lifting her left foot. Slipping off the lace and silk, she pushed aside the dress. Repeating it with the other leg until she stood naked before her. Her pussy, no longer hidden by curls, revealed how flushed and swollen it was with arousal.

“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?