NOVEL SIMPLE Chapter 69 – Sixtynine
“Elana!” Moira barged into the room. “I want to eat you out!” She stomped towards the groaning woman in the bed.
“Whuat?” Elana tried to blink away the tiredness. She burped, the sweet taste of Mary’s pussy coming back to the forefront of her mind.
The crazy bitch had to be taken away by Cinthia before she stopped stuffing Elana full of the nectar.
And the worst part was - Elana’s body had accepted it far too easily. She feared a good part of her blood had been replaced by Mary’s juices at this point. Her sister had probably spiked herself with something to become so tasty.
“Good, you are already naked.” Moira didn’t care and was undressing. “We haven’t had time together for almost a week! And that little bitch keeps yapping about inane stuff. At least I am slowly… Hehehe~.”
“Whuo?” Elana yawned. She needed a shower. It took a second more to realise there were no showers in this world. Then the worry came back - what was Moira doing to make her giggle in glee?
“Good thing Cinthia called me.” Moira continued. “My pussy has been itching.” She finally paused. “She sounded worried while smuggling me in. There is some serious security in this place. What happened?”
There were too many words. Elana tried to parse through them while stretching her full belly. The more she thought, the angrier she got at Mary. Her sister had to pay.
“Hello, Elana?” Moira now hovered above the bed, her fat tits swaying freely.
Elana couldn’t help herself to follow her woman’s plentiful breasts as they moved. “What?” She felt an urge to fuck returning.
All things considered, Elana felt fantastic. There was grogginess, but less than she had expected after getting drunk and… The other part.
“Oh, am I making you wet?” Moira’s stiff nipples came into contact with Elana’s skin as she crawled into the bed. “Let me take a look,” She sniffed. “You smell tastier than usual.” She thoughtfully added.
Moira was right. Elana felt her pit of desire burning at the sight of her. Despite yesterday's wild orgasm, she was unsatisfied. Being pinned down just didn’t do it for her.
That weakness - Elana hated it.
Feeling annoyed, Elana grabbed Moira’s waist and pulled the willowy woman into the bed, trapping her beneath. She looked into the sparkling blue eye full of desire and love and felt herself fall for Moira even more.
The position Elana took was very similar to the one Mary had taken yesterday. Only Moira was a much more receptive participant. Her coy smile and light laughter invited Elana to continue.
After appreciating Moira’s beauty a while longer, Elana decided to be magnanimous. She turned around, showing her woman her shapely bottom. “I think we are due for an activity as a couple.”
“I was hungry,” Moira whispered as she grabbed Elana’s waist and pulled her down to her lips.
“As am I,” Elana licked her lips as she circled her finger around Moira’s clitoris, making her shudder in expectation. She felt her girl’s mouth reach her slit and take a greedy lick.
The long tasting didn’t end, as Elana felt Moira’s tongue push inside her, always reaching for more, making her quiver with deep satisfaction. She felt her body grow tense in expectation of an orgasm.
A light electric shock travelled through Elana’s body, making her moan as Moira’s hands travelled over her convulsing body. The ecstasy didn’t end, forcing her to grind her needy snatch against Moira’s lips.
When Moira squeezed Elana’s breasts, she decided to return the favour. She leaned down, letting her blonde hair cascade on Moira’s midriff, then pulling them further to where her woman’s honey pot lay.
Moira’s hands wrapped around Elana, hugging her, pulling her closer to the slippery slit.
Elana enjoyed the way Moira’s breasts squished under her height, pressing against her midriff as she faced her woman’s wet cunt. Her woman was glorious.
And it was time to satisfy her cravings. Elana used her hands to part Moira’s fluffy lips, revealing the deeper, wetter parts and kissed them. She sucked on Moira’s tenderness, then licked it and lightly bit her labia.
The smell of Moira’s arousal messed with Elana’s head, making her want more. She bit harder, making Moira flinch and return the favour.
Elana moaned into Moira’s depths as her woman wrapped her thighs around her head and clamped down.
Their bodies intertwined, close together and sweaty, they began eating each other earnestly. Elana munched on Moira, sometimes using teeth but mostly enjoying the sensation of her girl’s flesh and the taste of her sap.
Moira returned the favour, making Elana’s hips rotate in the need for penetration. She released a frustrated growl and pushed her pussy down on Moira’s face, grinding and rubbing herself against her woman’s nose, lips and chin.
The room filled with the avaricious sounds of the two women trying to consume each other. Elana buried her nose into Moira, having momentarily wondered if this was how Catarina felt when she breathed in Moira’s depths.
Moira slurped on Elana’s overflowing love and engulfed Elana’s clit between her lips, sucking and nibbling on it. Her fingers ran over Elana’s back, leaving light traces where the nails passed.
Elana shook. She painted her face with Moira and kissed her inner thigh before biting into it. Her body needed more. She wanted Moira to push fingers inside her watching pussy, virginity be damned.
And Moira wanted the same. Both of them didn’t, choosing to edge each other ever closer to orgasm, doing their best to make the other reach it first.
They didn’t beg for the sweet release, choosing to wait for a while longer before taking each other fully, deeply, savagely.
For now, they came in each other faces, showering and drinking directly from the spring. Even after reaching orgasm, they didn’t stop.
They spent an hour longer, tenderly attending each other private places, cleaning them up, satisfied by the feast they just had.