Chapter 11 #2
“Yes,” Quin said, and Glyma beckoned her down.
She went, lying on her front between the Succubus’s thighs.
One of Glyma’s hands grabbed the base of her horn in a firm grasp, and Quin moaned.
The other hand rubbed her slit until her fingers were glossy.
Then she painted Quin’s lips before pushing inside.
With a desperate noise, Quin sucked on her fingers, and Glyma’s breathing thickened. “That’s right,” she crooned, fingers stroking Quin’s tongue. “More?”
Quin nodded.
“Prop my ass up with this first,” she said, handing Quin a pillow.
After sliding the pillow into place, she hunkered back down, and Glyma held both her horns firmly, pulling her in.
“Not too fast,” she instructed, and Quin tried to go slow.
It was harder than she thought it would be because Glyma tasted that good.
Quin wanted to gorge herself like a glutton.
“So needy,” Glyma teased, and Quin nodded, licking up her slit over and over again. “That’s good, Quin. Feels so good.”
Using Quin’s horns as handholds, Glyma directed Quin’s pace, guiding her slow at first, then a little faster. She pulled her closer when she wanted Quin’s tongue deeper, then pushed her away when she wanted shallower licks. She gave instruction, then praised Quin when she obeyed.
Last night, Quin had been desperate and overwhelmed, so she hadn’t focused much on her finesse.
She’d just eaten Glyma with all the enthusiasm of more than twenty years in the closet.
But she wanted to learn what Glyma liked this time.
She wanted to discover every way to make Glyma scream.
So she listened to Glyma’s direction and used her mouth and fingers in tandem, rubbing along the raised ridges and textured pleasure spots inside until Glyma’s legs started to shake.
“Fuck, Quin, don’t stop, baby.” Glyma moaned, and Quin shoved her face between her legs until she couldn’t breathe, whimpering at the glorious wet heat of her. A few moments later, Glyma came with a cry of pleasure, flooding Quin’s mouth with more of her silky taste.
She continued to feast as she pushed a hand between herself and the bed, grinding down, adding pressure to her clits until her own sounds of pleasure were lost to the depths of Glyma’s pussy.
“Fuck, the way you sound,” Glyma said, stroking Quin’s horns. “You were born for this, Quin. Look at you.”
Quin got herself and Glyma off two more times, mouth devouring everything Glyma gave her, but when her clits ached from overstimulation, she wrapped her arms around Glyma’s thighs and settled in.
She couldn’t get enough. Of Glyma’s pussy.
Of her sweet taste. Of her silky feel. Of her sounds and the way she threw her head back when she came.
Head pillowed on Glyma’s thigh, she panted for air and watched Glyma come down again, and she thought, “This. This is what I was made for.” And when Glyma beamed down at her, petting her moist cheek, Quin never wanted to be anywhere else but here.
It was late afternoon by the time they’d eaten actual food, showered, and dressed. Hand-in-hand, they teleported back to Quin’s house. Waryn took one look at their twined hands and swelled with pride.
“I should be a matchmaker,” he declared triumphantly as he tugged them both into an enthusiastic embrace. “My ladies, together at last. And look how bright you shine.”
“Come off it,” Quin muttered as Glyma giggled.
“Very well done, Waryn,” Glyma said, and Waryn preened.
“And how was the smooshing?” he asked Quin, wriggling his eyebrows. “I don’t want details, mind, but I am a bit curious.”
“Get so fucked,” Quin said sweetly.
His nose wrinkled. “Oh, blech, I’d rather not if it’s all the same to you.”
“I thought the smooshing was fantastic,” Glyma chimed in confidently, and Quin balked.
“Glym!”
“What? We had a great time.” She turned to Waryn, a positively lecherous expression on her face. “Seriously, she had a great time.”
“Splendid,” Waryn simpered, before he clapped his hands expectantly. “Okay, are we off to your mother’s then?”
“I’m sorry, off to my mother’s?” Quin squawked.
Waryn frowned. “Yes, to tell her the wonderful news. Well, she won’t find it wonderful; she’ll be absolutely livid, but I’m rather keen to see it. I’ve held my tongue for years, you know, but your mother can be…”
“A bit of a cunt,” Glyma supplied helpfully, and Quin choked.
“I dare say, you’re a mouthy one, and I quite like it.” He stroked Glyma’s cheek with a thumb before he leveled Quin with a more stern expression. “Best get on with it, Quin. Rip the bandage off.”
She looked between the two people she loved more than anything in the world. Glyma took her hand in support and squeezed. Waryn smiled encouragingly and winked.
“Sure,” she finally said with a half-shrug. “Might as well nuke my whole life in one fell swoop.”
“That’s the spirit,” Waryn said, slapping her shoulder good-naturedly. “You won’t be doing it alone. I’ll be right beside you.”
“Me, too,” Glyma said, and Quin shook her head.
“No, Glym, you mustn’t. My mother—”
“I’m not letting you face her alone,” Glyma said, purple brows drawing down in a scowl. “I’m not afraid of her.”
But Quin was. Even now, after she’d made her choice, her mother still scared her.
“I don’t want you on her radar. She’ll—”
“You want to be with me?” Glyma asked, and Quin blinked.
“Of course.”
“Everything? All of it?”
“Yes.”
Glyma leaned in and kissed her briefly on the mouth. “Me, too. I’m here for everything, for all of it. That includes your mother.”
“But she’ll target you. Your reputation. Your cafe.”
“Maybe,” Glyma conceded. “But we’ll face that together, too. Okay?”
Quin wasn’t sure what she had done to deserve this woman, but she was going to spend the rest of her life making her happy. “I think I love you already.”
And Glyma beamed at her and kissed her again, deeper this time.
Together, the three of them drove to Quin’s parents’ home.
Quin and Glyma sat in the back, tails knotted firmly, as Quin fought nausea the whole way.
Bravery, she found, was not comfortable or reassuring.
She was an anxious wreck as they parked in front of the gated mansion and climbed out of the car.
She shook out her trembling hands as they approached the front steps, and Glyma took one in hers, tangling their fingers. Waryn took the other, palms pressing tight. United front.
“You don’t have to do this,” Glyma reminded her. “We could just disappear in Purgatory, and you can send her a break-up text.”
Quin huffed a humorless laugh. “No, I do have to do this. I deserve a rematch.”
“It doesn’t have to be a fight,” Glyma said.
“It’s not,” Quin said, reaching out for the knocker. “It’s a game.”
“You don’t have to play,” Glyma said firmly, cupping Quin’s chin in her free hand. “You say what you have to say, and that’s it.”
“I don’t know if it’ll be that easy,” Quin admitted.
“Well, if you’re going to play her game, you don’t have to play by her rules. Play by your own.”
“Or make up the rules as you go,” Waryn added. “Just for an extra bit of chaos.”
“You are an absolute fiend,” Quin said, and he laughed as she engaged the knocker.
The Anura who Quin believed to be planning a robbery, opened the door and scrutinized the three of them. She must have recognized Quin because she didn’t say anything at all, simply waddled back to open the door wider. They walked inside.
“Hi, I’m Glyma,” Glyma said to the Anura.
“Good for you,” the Anura said with a roll of her bulbous eyes.
“Is my mother here?” Quin asked, and she pointed a webbed thumb in the direction of the dining hall.
“Just sat down for dinner.”
Taking several deep breaths to boost her courage, Quin tightened her grip on Waryn and Glyma’s hands, then strode purposefully toward the dining room.
She wasn’t a statue. She wasn’t marble or stone, or metal or steel.
She was not titanium, and she was not plastic.
She was flesh and bone, which meant she would feel everything.
Every hit, every barbed word. She would feel it, she would survive it, and she would stand tall anyway.
Because that was what made her strong. That was what made her real.
So she took one more fortifying breath and clung to the family she’d found and built for herself. Then they stepped into the dining room as one.