NOVEL SIMPLE Chapter 23: Washrag
Rayne stood in her bedroom with her back leaning against the door to her sitting room. The sound of Hannah’s moan was not leaving her mind in the slightest and it was a problem. It wasn’t just a problem that there was a good chance she would never be able to look at Hannah again without hearing that moan, but her body was not calming down either. Her heart was still pounding in her chest and heat was flooding her. Not only that, but what was between her legs was probably the most excited it had been in a long time.
“By the Goddess, this isn’t going to go away,” Rayne said to herself. It was really a fifty-fifty split of whether Rayne indulged herself or ignored it in the past. It could feel rather good and enjoyable, but there was always something just slightly wrong about it all that didn’t make it as pleasurable as she knew it could be. Tonight she knew that this was something she had to deal with and not ignore, because if she didn’t she was going to be up all night fixated on the sound of that moan.
Before long, Rayne had stripped herself of her clothes and caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror as she made her way to the bed. Besides what was standing to attention between her legs, Rayne was rather happy with her form. She loved the curves of her hips and waist and even more so the swell of her breasts. Those were maybe the features of herself that she enjoyed the most, even if she was rather average-sized. Average in a proportional way. She still stood taller than most men and that did mean things on her body were also large than most. Thankfully they weren’t large enough to cause back pains as she knew some women that were a little more ‘gifted’ experienced.
Though sex wasn’t really meant to be discussed between women that really didn’t stop it from happening. Because of this Rayne did get a good idea of where she stood on the size front of her… Well there wasn’t really a word she liked using to refer to it, but penis was the correct terminology for the anatomy that she had. Regardless, from what she had gathered she was also rather average there as well. Again, average for her height. That fact did make her feel better about what she had going on down there. Not by much, but some.
Rayne pulled the covers of her bed back and climbed on top of it. This was by far not the first time she had done this, but she still never knew how to comfortably start. With a sigh, the lady looked down at herself and saw a dribble of precum already coming out of her. There was also such a mess involved with this process and she couldn’t help but wonder if it wouldn’t be as messy with the right thing between her legs. Rayne closed her eyes and laid her head back and took a hold of herself.
The sound of Hannah’s moan played through her head as she began to stroke herself slowly. Sometimes this would be a rather fast process, but right now Rayne wanted to take it a little slow. She wanted more time to imagine Hannah. To imagine the moans she could make. What would it sound like if she was louder? Would it be more airy like it had been, or would it be a more full sound?
Was this okay of her to be thinking about? Hannah hadn’t given her permission to think about her in that way, but it was just the lady’s imagination. It couldn’t hurt to imagine something as long as it had no effect on how she treated the real thing. Was it so bad to imagine what Hannah looked like without her undergarments on? Rayne wanted to know what color her nipples were. How soft her breasts felt in her hands. What did Hannah's skin taste like? Rayne bit her lip at the thought of her tongue running across the pebbled surface of Hannah’s nipple. She imagined the nervous little moan Hannah would give as the fox’s hands grab at the lady’s hair when she bit down ever so slightly.
With her free hand, Rayne reached up and squeezed her own breast, letting out a slight breathy moan as she did. She didn’t need to worry too much about sound, considering her brothers’ rooms were quite far from here. Still, she wasn’t really one to make much noise to begin with. The gentle stroking was picking up speed as she imagined herself kissing, licking, and biting her way down Hannah’s body. In her mind Hannah squirmed and mewled as her teeth grazed along her hips. Would the hair between Hannah’s legs be soft as her fur, or would it be a little coarser like Rayne’s was? Would it tickle the lady’s face as she ran her tongue up from the bottom to the top of Hannah’s sex?
“Fuck,” Rayne groaned, desperately wanting to know the flavor of Hannah. This was already more pleasurable than most of the other times she had touched herself and she knew Hannah was to thank for that. She had never really imagined much of anything when she did this before. It was always just focused on the physical pleasure, but now her mind was focused on the physical pleasure of another person. She wanted to hear Hannah scream out mistress as her body shook from pleasure. Rayne wanted to feel the light pain of Hannah gripping her hair as she reached that peak. Rayne wondered if she would feel Hannah’s tail wagging between her breasts as she brought the fox down from her orgasmic high, or would it be off to the side wagging. How fast would it be wagging?
The toes on Rayne’s feet were starting to curl and uncurl as the pleasure built up inside of her. She started to stroke faster and faster as her hand squeezed her breast harder. Her fingers pinched her nipple hard. The mix of pain and pleasure was intoxicating. If only it was Hannah’s teeth that were causing the sweet pain. The lady’s thighs squeezed together and she started to pant ever so slightly. “Hannah…” She moaned out just before she reached that peak.
Rayne let out a low moan as she felt her orgasm pulse through her. Little ropes of cum shot out from her and splattered across her stomach, nearly reaching her chest, as she continued to stroke herself through the seemingly never ending peak. Her body was shaking by the time her orgasm started to end, and still Rayne pushed on. Her mind wasn’t dropping the thoughts of Hannah and now it was specifically feeling the fox’s lips upon herself. Her nipples, her neck, even her ears. The arms stroking her was starting to cramp, but Rayne pushed through the pain.
It didn’t take long before a second orgasm was crashing through her. The moans that came out of her were louder this time, but the cum wasn’t as much as it was the first time. Still it was great all the same and she rode those waves all the way to their sweet end. Now her body was really shaking, especially her legs as the second orgasm was always more intense than the first for her. Maybe not as long lived as the first, but definitely more intense.
Eventually the lady started to come down from her pleasure high as the thoughts of Hannah started to fade. Her panting was heavier than it normally was for such an activity, but she liked being more out of breath at the end. Overall it was certainly the best masturbation session she had ever had. Accepting that she was sexually attracted to women had really helped her in this sense and there was absolutely no going back after this.
Taking a deep breath, Rayne finally opened her eyes and took in the mess she had made on herself. She sighed as she pulled her hand away from herself and looked at the white seed dripping off of it. Now came the part she always hated. The realization that even though this had felt good, it was still wrong. This wasn’t the way she was meant to masturbate. She wasn’t meant to be spilling seed she was… well she didn’t like the idea of having it spilled in her from a man, but it was more the idea of that being what she was meant to be capable of. Her body was meant to clench down on the fingers inside of her as she rubbed that little bundle of nerves, not pulse and throb in her hand.
She closed her eyes again and tilted her head back. Why had the Goddess cursed her so? Why wasn’t even elven magic good enough to provide her with what she really needed? There wasn’t anything to do about it. Rayne was certain that her parents had done as much as they could to find the most powerful magic they could to help her and it just wasn’t enough. Part of the lady wanted to do her own digging into it and see for herself if there really was no answer to her problem, but she didn’t want to get her hopes up.
If Hannah did accept her even though they were both women, would her fox accept that part of her? Maybe it would make Hannah feel better about a romance between two women, but maybe it would ruin things. There was no way to know without having everything out in the open, but Rayne wasn’t going to do that. Hannah had so much healing still left to do and trying to pursue anything after that was just asking for trouble. Keeping one life ruining secret was enough.
With a sigh Rayne started to get up to go grab a washrag to clean herself off. The washrag would have to be burned or thrown away by Eda tomorrow at some point in the morning. The lady and head house-maid didn’t risk throwing the rag in with the rest of her laundry and handing it off to a maid who might understand what the crusty stains were. Just that by its own wasn’t a life ruining find, but putting together that there was never a man that made his way into Rayne’s bed to result in such a rag was. There was always the argument that she was just very good at sneaking the man in, but just getting rid of the rag was easier than trying to make an argument.
At least this was sure to give Rayne a good night's sleep tonight.
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Hannah tossed and turned in bed trying to get herself comfortable enough to sleep. The covers had been thrown off of her considering how hot she still was and it wasn’t helping. This heat inside of her wasn’t going away, and it was all thanks to Mistress. Her mind was still lingering on the touch of Rayne’s hands on her ears. The gentle pinching of her fingers that she did at the tips of her ears and the stroking of the sides. Hannah wasn’t going to get to sleep with all this still stuck in her mind, but she didn’t know if it felt right to relieve herself.
Over the years as a slave Hannah had masturbated a good number of times. It was really the only time she ever felt good and at night there was no one to stop her. Even at the bakery they just locked her in the shed at night, but they didn’t tie her up so her hands were free to do as she wished. It was also something that relaxed her and helped her sleep at night. But all the times she had masturbated before in the past few years she had always pictured Elaine. It was always done to memories of her fiancee’s touch. Tonight, even though she was most certainly hot and bothered, it wasn’t Elaine that came to her mind. It was Rayne.
This was not a good way to think about the lady. It wasn’t right of her. Rayne was her owner and it wasn’t okay to think of her in such ways. Especially when it wasn’t something the lady would approve of. By the Goddess, they had only known each other for a few days now. Sure, Rayne had been the one to physically bring her to this horny state by playing with her ears, but…
Hannah sighed and rolled over onto her front with her face buried in the soft pillow. What if she just didn’t think about Rayne and just focused on her physical pleasure? It would be okay then surely. Even if those thoughts did sneak in she could always just focus it to the feeling of Rayne playing with her ears. Yes, that was still something intimate for kin, but Rayne was human and it didn’t mean as much to her as it did Hannah. She hoped.
Deciding to get this over with, Hannah raised her ass in the air till her knees were under her. She pulled her nightgown down her body till it was just lying around her midsection. When her tail lifted up and flipped over onto her back, she felt the chill air brush her already wet folds. She shivered ever so slightly as her two hands pushed their way between her legs. Slowly the fingers of one hand rubbed down her slit and felt just how wet Rayne’s touch had made her.
Hannah breathed out a sigh as her fingers splayed out on either side of her sensitive bud, gently pinching it as she rubbed up and down. It was a good thing that her face was buried in a pillow because she wasn’t able to keep in the groan of pleasure. Human hearing wasn't the best so she was a little confident she could make at least a little noise without being heard. Still, the pillow would be helpful.
The more she rubbed the more she groaned and started to squeeze her clit harder. She bit her lip as her second hand finally came into play. Two of her fingers found her entrance and slowly slid inside of her. Her insides felt so hot as she pushed her fingers in and out a few times. With how hot and worked up she already was there was no need to adjust to two fingers, something she would normally work herself up to. Inside of her the fingers started to curl and find that sweet little patch of nerves. The fingers rubbing herself started to rub faster and even started to encircle the bundle of nerves.
So far Hannah had managed to keep her mind off of anything but the physical pleasure she was feeling at the moment, but that was starting to change. Elaine started to come to her mind and Hannah felt a little comforted by that. She let those thoughts run wild as she pictured her fiancee rubbing her ears. Her fingers were deft and knew all of the right ways to touch her. Slowly the imaginary touch grew more and more intense as Hannah’s fingers moved faster.
“Elaine,” Hannah moaned into the pillow quietly. She imagined the fingers on her ears slowly moving away before she felt the hot breath of Elaine on her ears. The breath was quickly followed by teeth that bit down gently on the top of her ear. Hannah bit her lip harder as her body started to buck into her own hands. The imaginary Hannah felt Elaines hands run down her body as the teeth on her ear started to grind softly.
‘Do you like that, Hannah?’ the imaginary Elaine whispered in Hannah’s ear. Hannah remembered the feeling of Elaine’s hands gripping at her hip. Her claws dug in slightly to cause sweet pain.
Hannah nodded into the pillow even if everything was still in her mind. The fox’s legs started to squeeze against her arms as the peak of her pleasure started to rise before her. It was approaching faster than it normally would, but Hannah wasn’t going to complain. Her fingers felt so good rubbing against her clit and g-spot. Even as she felt her body start to shake and shudder, her well practiced fingers kept at their pace.
The memory of Elaine’s hands started to move in between her thighs, again scraping those claws against the soft flesh. Hannah wanted more, though. She wanted to feel her lover’s hand’s touch her most private spot. Touch her and find out just how wet she had become for her.
There were sounds of wet slicking as the fox continued to bring herself ever close to that wonderful peak. She was ready to dive off that edge and into the oblivion of orgasmic pleasure. It was so close now that her entire body was shaking in anticipation of the release.
The imaginary fingers finally touched her folds and felt her up and down. It was wonderful and was just about to push Hannah over the edge when she heard a new voice in her head. ‘Will you be a good girl and come for Mistress?’
Hannah’s orgasm crashed over her in massive waves that made her shake in the bed. Electric shocks ran rampant down her spine to her fingertips and toes. Her fingers struggled to keep pushing the orgasm on with how much pleasure was coursing through her, but they managed to still move rhythmically. Her moans were muffled in the pillow she was now biting onto, and she hoped that would quiet the sound enough. Hannah continued to push her orgasm on and on, all the way up until she was so sensitive to touch that it hurt.
Finally the fox fell down on the bed, panting and shuddering. The lingering pulses of her pleasure were still rolling though her. It was only then that her mind started to process that the voice that pushed her over the edge was Rayne’s. Her face was already blistering hot and now she felt that wasn’t going to go away even as she calmed down physically.
Why did she have to imagine the lady to push her into one of the strongest orgasms she had in years?
