Chapter 10 #2
This kiss was harder, more urgent. Quin kissed her like her life depended on it, and Glyma scooped her into her arms. She yelped and locked her legs around Glyma’s waist, and Glyma carried her toward the bedroom.
They made a pitstop at the bathroom door, where Glyma pressed her against the wall for leverage as she unfastened her blazer.
The next stop was in the kitchen, Quin on the counter, tongue in Glyma’s mouth as they made quick work of her dress shirt.
She wore a simple black bra, and Glyma cautiously slipped the straps over her shoulders in question.
A heavy swallow, followed by a nervous nod, and Quin reached back to unfasten the clasp.
The bra fell away, and the Daemon reflexively closed her arms over her chest, as if to hide her small breasts from sight. “Not much to look at, I'm afraid,” she said quietly, and Glyma shook her head in exasperation.
“Hey, now, we don’t judge boobies harshly in this house.
Just because I’m part of the big-titty committee, doesn’t mean I don’t appreciate every single size, shape, and color,” Glyma said with a wink, and Quin’s mouth twitched with amusement.
“Seriously, boobs are the best, and your boobs… I mean, your boobs are amazing, from what little I’ve seen.
Not that I’ve looked,” she rushed out, and Quin’s lips spread further into a smirk.
“Okay, fine, I totally check out your boobs whenever I think I can get away with it. So you shouldn’t be insecure; I think they’re gonna fit great in my hands. And my mouth.”
The Daemon’s quick inhale made Glyma want to purr again, and she dragged a finger down her throat, then lower, between the breasts she was covering.
Before she reached Quin’s hands, they dropped to tuck between her thighs, effectively exposing her chest and torso.
Her breasts were small, little mounds with dark red nipples, and Glyma’s mouth watered.
She cupped one, dragging a thumb over her areola, and Quin trembled.
Excited and eager, Glyma dipped her head and nuzzled between those cute little swells.
Then she kissed Quin’s breast, then her nipple.
She sucked it into her mouth, lavishing it with attention, and Quin exhaled in a rush, arching into the touch.
Glyma smiled against her skin and gave her other breast the same reverent treatment.
“I’m going to take you apart until you unravel in my arms,” she promised, and Quin shuddered.
“Take me to bed, Miss Aryti,” she said, and gods, she was begging. How could Glyma ever say no to that?
“As you wish, Miss Duboi,” Glyma said, hoisting her back into her arms.
In the bedroom, Glyma lowered Quin onto the bed, tails knotting together as she followed her down, settling between her legs. She shifted, swinging one leg over so she straddled Quin’s thigh, her knee sinking into the mattress between Quin’s legs.
Quin hesitantly teased her fingertips under the neckline of Glyma’s robe, and Glyma nuzzled her cheek. “You can touch me, Quin.”
“I’ve never—” she cut herself off, turning away like she was embarrassed.
Glyma had wondered about Quin’s experience, or possible lack thereof, but she was still somewhat surprised. “You’ve never been with a woman at all?”
“Nothing substantial,” she admitted quietly.
“That’s okay.” Glyma grazed a knuckle down her cheek. “We don’t have to rush or do anything you’re not comfortable with.”
“No, I want to,” she rushed out, following the neckline of Glyma’s robe where it splayed open over her cleavage. Her fingers shook as she traced the swell of Glyma’s breasts. “I just don’t know what to do.”
“There’s no formula, Quin.” She took Quin’s hand and guided it into her robe to cup her breast, and Quin gasped. “It’s about feeling and sharing pleasure. Being together and enjoying. That looks different for everyone.”
“I want it to be good for you.” Quin smiled sheepishly as she circled her thumb over Glyma’s nipple.
Chuckling, Glyma spread her hand on Quin’s flat stomach. “Being with you is good, and orgasms aren’t always the goal. Though, full disclosure, as a Succubus, I come quite easily. If you come, I come.”
Quin’s brows shot up. “Oh? That’s… convenient.”
“Well if I’m feeding, that’s the case. It’s an exchange of energies, so if you’re giving off lots of energy, then my body responds. Like a feedback loop.” Glyma thumbed at the button of Quin’s slacks. “But I don’t have to feed. I can control it if—”
“I want you to,” Quin said, thumbing brushing over her peaked nipple again. “Especially if it gives you pleasure."
“In my experience, it gives both parties pleasure.” She kissed Quin’s cheek, then the corner of her mouth. “Can I take these off?”
Her thumb tapped Quin’s button again, and the Daemon nodded, her hand dropping away from Glyma’s breast. She didn’t bother straightening her robe, letting it hang open so Quin could look her fill. She cursed, going a little slack-jawed, and Glyma preened at the attention.
Before she managed to get Quin’s pants undone, the Daemon was sitting up and gathering her heavy breasts in her hands.
She buried her face in them and groaned, and Glyma laughed, petting the back of Quin’s head.
Quin’s arousal was palpable in the air now, and Glyma’s Succubus instincts rose to the surface.
A tentative tongue swiped over Glyma’s right nipple, and she sighed in pleasure.
The sound seemed to boost Quin’s confidence and she licked her again, then sucked it into her mouth completely.
Grinding down on Quin’s thigh, Glyma closed her eyes and surrendered to the gentle pleasure of Quin’s mouth.
Quin ran hotter than Glyma did, so her mouth was extra warm. She sucked and kissed one breast before moving to the other, making desperate little noises in the back of her throat.
When Glyma had her slacks loose enough, she slid a hand inside, cupping her between her legs, and Quin jolted like she’d been electrocuted.
She wasn’t the first Daemon Glyma had been with, so she wasn’t surprised by the frilly, almost gauzy petals folded closed over her pussy.
They were wet and scorching hot, and Glyma stroked several fingers down the length of her.
Quin ground her forehead against Glyma’s chest, shaking hard.
“Do you want to open for me, baby?” Glyma asked, and Quin moaned. “I’m going to undress you so I can watch. Is that okay?”
“Oh gods,” Quin gasped, even as she nodded.
Falling back on the bed, Quin hid her face in her hands as Glyma removed her slacks, then pressed kisses across her lower stomach above her panties. They were simple black, like her bra, and Glyma dragged her nose down the front of them, nuzzling Quin’s petals through the fabric.
Her scent was overwhelming here, and Glyma hummed in satisfaction as she breathed her in. Her panties were damp with her arousal, and Glyma couldn’t wait to taste her.
“Can I take these off, too?” she asked, and Quin nodded, peeking out from her between her fingers. “You’re cute when you’re shy.”
“Oh fuck off,” Quin said, and Glyma giggled as she slowly peeled her panties down her legs. The fur from her knees to her hooves was thin and soft, but she was hairless between her legs.
Closed as she was, she looked exactly like an unopened flower, and Glyma traced the fragile fronds coaxingly.
They fluttered under her touch, then they started to unfurl.
Before Glyma’s eyes, Quin bloomed, petals fanning out over her pubic mound, and at the core, her channel framed by delicate, almost fin-like raised edges.
Her clits nestled at the top, close together, two little buds a darker red than the rest of her skin. She was glistening, her petals flexing, and Glyma dragged her index finger along their edges, making Quin whine.
“I’m going to eat you out for hours,” Glyma mused, licking Quin’s slick from her fingertip. She tasted rich and smokey, and Glyma was ravenous for more. “Hand me that pillow, sweetheart.”
It took Quin a few seconds to obey, her chest heaving, but she finally managed to pass one of Glyma’s pillows down, and Glyma pushed it under her ass to prop her up. Then she wriggled down and blazed a path of kisses up her thigh.
“I want to hear you, Quin,” Glyma said, waiting until Quin removed her hands from her face. “You’re gonna tell me how good I make you feel.”
“Fuck.” Quin shifted restlessly, and Glyma rubbed soothing circles over her thigh.
“Are you going to let me hear you?”
Quin shook her head, then she stopped and started to nod.
“Good girl,” Glyma crooned, and Quin whimpered again.
Then Glyma hooked an arm around one thigh and pressed the other hand to the inside of Quin’s opposite thigh, spreading her wider.
And she went to work. Quin was so hot inside she nearly scalded Glyma’s tongue, but she went down like whiskey.
Quin cried out as Glyma licked her, first her entrance, then her twin clits.
She didn’t ignore Quin’s pretty petals, but she wanted more of her thick taste, so she took a deep breath and buried her face in Quin’s pussy and feasted. Just as Glyma had guessed the first time they’d met, Quin was loud. The reserved ones always were.
Sensitive and so responsive, Quin gasped her pleasure, and Glyma quickly learned what drove her crazy.
Quin liked gentleness, soft coaxing pleasure, so she kept it slow and easy, building the momentum lazily.
When she teased a finger at Quin’s entrance, the Daemon stiffened, so Glyma glided it up to her clits instead, circling them lightly, and Quin relaxed again.
Once Glyma was done down here, she’d ask Quin about that, but she didn’t want to disrupt the rhythm.
So she settled in. Like she promised, she ate Quin for ages.
Her first orgasm took a while as Glyma adjusted and read her body language.
Quin’s nerves probably weren’t helping either, but Glyma was patient.
When Quin did finally come, it was glorious and delicious.
Her body undulated like a wave, and she moaned Glyma’s name.
One hand gripped the sheets, the other dropping down to circle Glyma’s horn.
She held Glyma steady as she ground against her mouth, twitching with aftershocks.
The next two orgasms came faster, and Glyma released her energy slowly, not wanting to overwhelm Quin too abruptly.
Their auras started to merge, and the moment Quin felt her, she gasped.
Glyma felt a thread of resistance, then Quin submitted, allowing Glyma in.
Her energy burrowed under Quin’s skin and crackled through her bones, searching out the core of her energy, the bright soul where her pleasure resided.
They connected, and Glyma felt everything.
Quin’s wonder and awe, her relief and desire. Her desperation and pleasure. Her cry of more, and yes, and this, this, this. This was how it was meant to be, how it was always supposed to feel. And she was home. Finally, finally, finally, Quin was home.
It made Glyma want to weep, even as her own pleasure built.
Because, yes, Quin was home. And, finally, so was she.
Glyma had found her, and she finally had her in her arms, and she was never letting her go.
They had been made for each other, and Glyma was going to spend the rest of her life proving it to Quin.
“Glyma, oh-my-gods-oh-my-gods-oh-my-gods!” Quin chanted in a steady stream as she started to shake, and then she was coming again. Her orgasm rolled through their connection, and Glyma moaned into Quin’s pussy as she came, too, the pleasure cycling through them until that was all there was.
When the pleasure finally faded, Glyma’s face was literally covered in Quin’s cum. She’d never felt so smug in her life as she lifted her head and finally gasped in a much-needed breath. Her lung capacity was impressive, but she still needed air.
Staring blankly up at the ceiling, Quin blinked slowly, drunkenly, and Glyma snickered as she kissed Quin’s petals, then her tummy. She worked her way back up Quin's body, leaving kisses and love bites behind to mark her trail.
Still dazed, Quin wrapped a loose arm around Glyma’s neck and groaned. “I think I passed out for a second.”
“Might have.” Glyma grinned, and Quin released a weak laugh. “Give me a few minutes, and we’ll do that again.”
“I might actually die,” Quin croaked, running her fingers through Glyma’s hair. “When is sex even over?”
“If I have my way, not until neither of us can move anymore,” Glyma purred into her neck, licking at the sweat that had gathered here.
“In that case,” Quin said, gaze dragging down Glyma’s naked body. “I think it’s my turn.”
And would you look at that, Glyma was suddenly wide awake again. “Only if you want to.”
“Trust me.” Flopping onto her side, Quin kissed Glyma’s shoulder, hand teasing tentatively between her legs. “I’ve been waiting my whole life for this.”
As she cupped Quin’s face, Glyma kissed her deeply. “Well, far be it from me to keep you from your life’s ambition. But when you’re done, it’ll be my turn again. I’ve been fantasizing about you riding my face for weeks.”
“Fuck,” Quin breathed the curse, lips whispering over Glyma’s. “You’re not done with me yet?”
And Glyma yanked her down for another kiss. “Oh, baby, I am just getting started.”