Chapter 7 Brook #2
Brook curled those two fingers upwards, simultaneously pressing the heel of her hand harder against Aisling’s thickened clit. Aisling was so wet, she rocked down and took both fingers to the last knuckle with another desperate little sound.
Brook’s head was fucking spinning. Aisling in her lap, fucking her hand, begging for more; there was nowhere else she wanted to be ever again, not in the whole of Everend.
She kissed Aisling’s face as they found their rhythm again, writhing together.
Their breathing synched at first, then became erratic as Aisling’s hips moved with more and more desperation.
Her cunt was so wet, so hot, so tight and hungry around Brook’s fingers—
“Kiss me,” Aisling gasped.
Brook did, with everything she had. She sucked Aisling’s tongue into her mouth and curled her fingers just so.
Aisling gave a low moan and rocked down on her hand hard.
Her pussy throbbed, muscles contracting around Brook’s fingers and against her palm.
When Aisling tensed and gave an earth-shattering moan, Brook took the initiative back and fucked her nice and slow; and every time Brook curled her fingers up and in, Aisling shuddered and gasped all over again her arms.
Finally, Aisling muttered into her neck, “I can’t—I can’t take anymore. Ah, Goddess…”
Brook stilled her hand. Aisling flexed shaky thighs, lifted off her, and then fell sideways into the mattress as if boneless.
In that moment, disheveled and in pieces on her own mattress, Aisling had never looked more perfect.
Curls awry, cheeks and chest bright pink, legs and tail in a haphazard tangle, Aisling looked like so much more than an elf.
She looked like the goddess herself. The beginning and the end of all elfdom.
“Phew!” Aisling huffed. “Give me just a second to recover, and I’ll—I’ll repay the favor.”
Brook tried not to look too smug. Probably failed. “No favor necessary. Just let me sit here and look at you all night, and I’ll consider us even.”
“Not a chance.” Aisling’s eyes flashed in the low glow. And she pushed herself up to sitting, nudged Brook down on to her back, and kissed her way down Brook’s sweat-slick torso hungrily.
In spite of the midsummer heat, they fell asleep stuck together like two spoons in a drawer, Aisling’s front pressed into Brook’s back. When Brook woke sometime in the wee hours, they’d switched; she had her arm around Aisling’s waist, bent at the elbow to cup her breast.
She swallowed hard, not wanting to stir and wake Aisling—certainly not by groping her awake. When she tried to readjust, Aisling’s tail stiffened between them and curled around Brook’s top leg tight.
Brook chuckled and bent her knee, so the wide, flat base of the tail fit between her legs instead of threatening to bruise her thigh.
She felt along the edge of it, where the thickest part of the tail met the deep curve at the small of Aisling’s back, and then around her backside, and then underneath it.
There was a small, adorable cleft where the tail attached to both ass cheeks, like a roof over her crack.
As Brook’s finger skirted it, Aisling gave a little wiggle and a laugh into her pillow.
“Sorry.” Brook kissed Aisling’s freckled shoulder. “Does that tickle?”
“Mmm-hmm.” Aising lifted her backside into the touch, shifting the base of her tail between Brook’s legs.
Brook sighed into Aisling’s neck at the thrill that ran through her. The base of the tail had large, blunt ridges across it horizontally, and when Aisling rubbed against her like that…
“Does it tickle you too?” Aisling murmured.
“Not—uh, not exactly.” Brook laughed and hooked her top leg around Aisling’s hips.
Aisling’s tail let go of it, but her hand grabbed Brook’s calf and held it tight, then hiked it up a little. “Wanted these legs around me.”
“Already had them around your head,” Brook pointed out.
Aisling’s tail flicked backwards, the base lifting against Brook’s crotch so she couldn’t help but rub herself against it experimentally. Though pleasuring a partner was certainly not the intended purpose of the ridges, they certainly had bonus utility in that department.
A sudden sting bloomed on Brook’s ass cheek down low, and she glance over her shoulder to see the spaded tip of Aisling’s tail waving fitfully.
Brook laughed again. “Did you just tail-whip me?”
“Yes. Did you like it?” Aisling lifted her ass again.
“I really did.” Brook angled her hips to rub off on her tail again. “Mmm, how can I still be horny after you ate my pussy half the night?”
The tip of Aisling’s tail dragged softly down Brook’s ass crack, then flicked at her cheek again, leaving another little sting.
“Fuck.” Brook muttered into Aisling’s wild hair. “You’ve done this before.”
The spade pressed into the small of Brook’s back, then slowly, slowly, pushed into the split of her ass and down… down…
Brook buried her face in Aisling’s neck and kissed it, tightened her arm around Aisling’s middle and ran the pad of her thumb over her nipple until it hardened.
Lost herself in the sleepy sensations of Aisling’s delicious body, the light caress of her tail down Brook’s back, then winding around her thigh, then tickling her ass crack.
She came with a huff and a groan, riding Aisling’s tail, leaving it wet and hot and a little bit sticky. She kept her leg wrapped around Aisling, and Aisling’s tail curled around her calf again. Tight.
“Can I stay like this awhile?” Brook asked.
“As long as you like,” Aisling whispered.
But a few hours later, Brook woke to Aisling stirring beneath her. Still half asleep, Brook asked, “Ready to go again already?”
Aisling chuckled as she disentangled them. “I have to go do the fillings for today. And the Innovation Awards are coming, so I want some spare time to tinker with the oven tonight.”
Brook sat up, rubbing her eyes. Oof, a little chafed between the legs, but otherwise she felt great. “I can help. You can work on things all day; I’ll run the counter.”
Aisling turned her back and pulled up her smalls.
Her tail swung wildly until the shorts were all the way up, then curled in on itself and poked through the slit in the back.
Aisling’s backside deserved much, much better than boxy linen; she should be wearing the finest tailored lingerie, with a body like that.
Though she was still half-asleep, Brook experienced an intense urge to crawl over to her and tug the shorts back down, then lick her way from the tail all the way down Aisling’s crack.
But Aisling threw on her shirt briskly, then grabbed for her skirt. “You can stay as long as you like. I can manage today. Thank you again for yesterday, really.”
“Thank you for…?” Brook sat up in bed, letting the blanket drop.
Aisling stared for a moment, mouth open. As if she hadn’t had her hands and mouth all over Brook’s tits last night. Then she gave herself a little shake and pulled on the skirt, tail lashing again. “For the help yesterday. And for—everything.”
“Are you thanking me for sex?” Brook asked with a snort.
“It was very good,” Aisling reasoned.
Brook laughed. “Thanks. I think.”
“See you later?” Aisling straightened her shirt, grabbed her belt, and then started barefoot for the door.
“Wait! Why the hurry?” Brook didn’t love the needy, high note that crept into her voice. The bed felt cold, and she didn’t want to stay in it by herself.
“I need to shower.” Aisling smiled faintly. “Everything’s… wet, still.”
Brook couldn’t help looking a little smug.
Aisling laughed, that time. “So, see you later?”
Vaguely confused but too half-awake to argue, Brook just nodded. “See you later.”
Brook made her way back through the market quickly, rumpled and sticky as she was.
She paused for a cup of invigorating tea at a stall just past the paddocks, then craned her neck to look for Aisling when she passed her stall.
It was still shut up tight—no doubt Aisling was in there chopping veg for her award-winning Copperford pie.
Or maybe rolling out the cold dough for the crusts.
Brook liked to snag the bits she trimmed off to make them perfect and eat them as little snacks.
She hesitated. Thought of Aisling’s hurry to leave her this morning and insistence that she didn’t need (want?) her help today. That bad feeling, the faint sickness from before crept back into her belly. Something was off, again. Still?
She should bathe, anyhow. Try again later, once Aisling was in her rhythm.
Brook lingered just another moment before forcing herself to move on.
She was about to make herself disappear—no one needed to see her bed-head—when she spotted a familiar set of broad shoulders.
She froze, reaching for her magic and murmuring the words.
Then stopped herself. Took a deep breath. Stood taller and walked right up to him saying, “Sunny.”
Sunny tossed his head like a pony, blowing his hair out of his eyes. When he could finally see her, his eyebrows went directly up. “Oh. Brook.”
“Thank you for the cuff,” she said, forcing herself to meet his gaze. “And sorry. About earlier.”
Sunny’s ever-present smile went a little crooked. “Was it the poetry?”
Broke cringed. “You do come on a little strong.”
Sunny nodded. “Understood.”
She snorted. “You’re such a soldier. Anyhow. I’m sorry. I was being full of myself.”
“And busy chasing after that lovely baker. Can’t blame you.” His smile straightened out.
She narrowed her eyes. “Don’t even think about it.”
He held up both hands and laughed, then backed away.