Reluctantly, Moira stood up. But before that, she stuck out her little pink tongue and ran it over Elana’s slit.
The sensation overwhelmed Elana. She could not believe how sensitive she felt. Her moan was erotic and was echoed by Moira, who was experiencing ecstasy herself.
It had been something so simple as licking pussy lips. Yet, both of them had been thrown into a sea of pleasure.
“Come up,” Elana pulled her wife to her feet. “I want to see you naked.” Her hands winded around Moira. Despite her words, she hugged the Saintess in a rare show of gentleness. She rested her chin on her wife’s shoulder, sighing contentedly.
They both had so much to say. And yet – both lacked any words. So many thoughts swirled through Elana’s head. She breathed in, knowing this would be the most present aroma in her life.
It was all she had ever wanted. Elana pushed the tip of her nose against Moira’s nape and sniffed again – tickling her wife in the process.
The busty minx caressed Elana’s back, pressing her large breasts against Elana’s. The stiffness of Moira’s nipples was unmistakable through the thin dress.
This sensation brought Elana’s mind back to the more lustful thoughts. While regretting promising to spare the dress, her fingers began to undo the piece of garment.
Delicately, Elana pulled down Moira’s dress, revealing the full glory of the pale beauty. There was no bra.
As the skimpy outfit fell, her wife proudly presented herself for Elana to see. “It is all yours,” The Saintess purred, gesturing at her buxom form. “Whenever you want.” She pressed closer to Elana.
Moira’s breath hit Elana’s ear, sending quivers through her body. She let Moira plant a small kiss on her earlobe and returned one of her own. “Step out of the dress…” She didn’t want to lean down like Moira had.
“Still so prideful,” Moira understood. “I love that. I love you.” She obeyed, feeling content with capturing all of Elana’s attention.
Elana didn’t let Moira further than half an arm’s length away from her. This proximity was divine as she could feel her wife’s warmth. “We keep saying that…” She let her finger run up and down the glorious arch of Moira’s back.
“Hmm?” The Saintess’s skin sparked from the touch.
It was magic – surely. But the sight was more magical than any spell. Elana kept caressing, leaving electric lights as her finger passed.
Elana added her own mana. The cold – gentle and purposeful – connected to Moira’s. Their spells joined together. The ice glittered with energy as Moira shuddered and sighed from the sensation.
“Love…” Elana mused. “We keep saying that.” She paused. “I love you…” It felt right. It felt like it had to be said.
“We do,” Moira giggled. “Why shouldn’t we?” She leaned down, letting her ass graze Elana’s crotch. She gathered her dress and deposited it next to Elana’s.
“When did you lose your panties?” The blonde got distracted. She hadn’t even noticed Moira removing them.
“Panties?” Moira blinked. “What panties?”
“You,” Elana grabbed Moira’s bottom – her fingers sinking deep into the plump form. “-are fucking sexy.” She realised there was more to say. “And I love you.”
Moira moaned, pressing her rear into Elana’s grasp. “We…” She wiggled her waist – her breasts swaying and inviting Elana’s other arm. “We do say that a lot.” She moaned again as the blonde shamelessly pinched her nipple. “…I love you!” Her voice grew louder as the pleasure intensified.
“I love you!” Elana repeated. She couldn’t get her hands to leave her wife’s body. Her palms were stuck to Moira’s skin, abusing the soft flesh – leaving traces where her nails dug too deep.
Some of Moira’s moans had traces of pain, and those made Elana’s mind blank out. She wanted more. She wanted to hear more. Her grab grew more forceful. And so did Moira’s gasps.
It lasted until a zap passed through Elana’s arm, shaking her out of the trance. She raised her eyes from the flushed body and looked into Moira’s. Her questioning gaze was met with a hungry one.
“Fuck!” Moira made a wish, plea, order, description and more. This one word contained so much.
It was what both of them wanted – needed. They had waited so long for this. All that tension between them. The raw sexual desire they had held within their hearts. It all had led them to this moment.
And…
Elana realised there was one glaring issue with their plans.
“Who fucks who first?” She mumbled, knowing it should be her. It had to be her! It was her nature to take and plunder. Moira’s virginity belonged to her and…
So did Elana’s virginity to Moira.
“Ah,” Moira understood immediately. “Didn’t we…” She spread her legs a little, letting her snatch be visible and ready for Elana to claim.
“We did,” Elana nodded, affirming she had the right to be the first.
Moira’s hips moved in a rhythm, showing how needy she felt. Elana’s own body yearned to mirror this lewd dance.
“So?” Moira whispered, waiting for her wife to continue.
“This moment… I want us to be equal in it.” Elana revealed her deepest desire. She felt like this was right.
It wasn’t to her nature. And that gave this action its meaning. It made this moment the most valuable. It would be the true point when they became united.
And these words left Moira speechless. Her expression melted into the sweetest, most docile and bashful smile Elana had ever seen from her woman. It alone made the decision worth it.
“Yes!” Moira nodded, jiggling her plentiful gifts.
“So…” Elana chewed on her lip, wanting to bite Moira’s nipple.
“So…?”
“Double-ended dildo?” She tilted her head, making a suggestion.
“That’s-” Moira considered the idea.
“With me on top,” Elana was already looking at the pile of tools prepared for the night.
“I don’t mind!” Moira’s answer was swift and willing. “It’s sex time!” Her excitement was palpable.
“It’s sex time,” Elana nodded with all seriousness. She was so ready to abuse Moira’s pussy.
