As it turned out, there were several double-sided dildos prepared for them to use. They varied in size, girth, length, colour and texture. Elana grabbed one with one end much thicker than the other and looked at Moira’s juicy slit in wonder.
“Be reasonable!” Moira hissed and janked the monstrous dildo out of Elana’s hands. “The fat end won’t fit inside me. I am a virgin, remember?” She scolded. “We have to train my cunt first.” She presented a more reasonable pink option. “How about this?”
“Disgusting colour.” Elana bluntly dismissed it and picked up another seemingly normal dildo. Only for it to squirt out a white substance once she squeezed it.
“Oh,” Moira didn’t even hesitate to swipe her finger over the tip of the tool and taste the thick soup. “It’s made out of milk…Very sweet…” She ran her tongue over her finger and sucked on it.
“Hmm,” Elana appreciated the sight. But the fire in her pits didn’t relent – calling for her to make the choice. “No.” She threw the thing away.
“This one!” Moira’s hand was deep in the pile, and she pulled out a fleshy, red dildo just the right size.
It did seem normal, besides the bright colour. Which was why Elana had her suspicions. The more they explored, the more certain she became. “Taste it.” She narrowed her eyes.
Moira blinked, then lapped the shaft while looking into Elana’s eyes. “It’s… Spicy?” She flashed mana, cleaning her tongue from the residue. “Hot!” She hurled the dangerous tool away.
“Fucking Cinthia,” Elana returned to searching while Moira healed her precious little tongue. She didn’t mind the tool. It was likely prepared especially for her since her bodyguard knew she liked to torture her partners. Imagining a girl’s pussy being abused by the burning dick certainly was a pleasant thought.
It just wasn’t the time for it. Elana filled away a couple more suspicious-looking tools before her fingers hit just the right thing. She evaluated the double-ended dildo with a critical eye.
The size was right. Not too girthy for their first time. Not too long either. The colour was unassuming pale grey. And the surface wasn’t smeared with any medicine, and it didn’t leak strange liquids.
Only…
It was covered in bumps and ridges. It was a rugged thing – meant to stimulate every single spot in a girl’s deepest sanctuary. And it was perfect.
“Moira,” She stretched, letting the moisture gathered between her legs roll down her thighs. “It’s time, my dear wife.” Elana slapped the dildo on the Saintess’s ass. “To the bed, you go.” She repeated the action, the slap resounding through the room, followed by a moan. “Are you in pain now?” She enjoyed the tremor her wife’s voice sent through her body.
“Am I?” Moira coquettishly tilted her head. “I might be enjoying it more than I should.” She jumped into the bed, her black hair splashing over her pale body as she landed on the sheets. “And I am playing it up.” She continued. “Since my moans arouse you so much.” Her gaze travelled down Elana’s body to the considerable wetness. She licked her lips.
“You manipulative bitch,” Elana lovingly whispered as she approached the bed.
Moira rolled on her back and slowly spread her legs. Her slit opened slightly – invitingly glistening in the flickering light falling from the torches on the walls and candles above their heads.
The magical sight took away Elana’s breath, and she fell into a trance. All her thoughts were consumed by the beauty that was her wife. She kept looking at the rose she was about to pluck, slightly stumbling as her legs hit the bedside.
Elana leaned in to take a closer look. She extended her free hand and touched Moira’s knee. Her palm stuck to the smooth skin as she slid it down her wife’s inner thigh. She crawled into the bed, her face now just inches away from Moira’s pussy and watched her fingers arrive at the sloppy destination.
“A bit of preparation,” Elana’s middle finger brushed against Moira’s labia, sending shudders through the woman’s body. She added another finger and parted the Saintess’s lower lips even more, revealing her wife’s deeper parts – and the virginity.
Moira’s gasps didn’t end as Elana wondrously explored the gap, her fingers brushing deeper and stronger against the sensitivity.
“More!” The Saintess moaned. “More!” Her tone fell as her body threatened to culminate before they had even started. “Fuck!” She threw her legs widely open. Her fingers entangled into Elana’s hair, pulling the blonde forward. “Kiss!”
Elana allowed herself to be guided, not stopping her careful stimulations. She smiled as her face aligned with Moira’s and discovered the manic expression her woman wore. “I love you,” Her words added even more fuel to the fire.
The next moment, Moira tried to throw Elana on her back and cradle her. But the Knight was stronger, holding down her wife. Her fingers – now reached the limit they could enter – felt the inner spasms Moira experienced.
All Moira’s attempt amounted to was pressing her heated body against Elana’s, sharing their fires. Her legs wrapped around Elana as her hips rose and fell. She gasped, barely able to breathe. But through it all, Moira’s hand still found its way to Elana’s slit.
The double-ended dildo lay next to them – currently forgotten as they ‘prepared’ themselves for the next act.
Elana knew she was moaning, but all she felt was Moira’s body and touch. She was captivated by her woman’s blue eyes. Her lips closed in on Moira’s, their heavy breaths mingling together. The smell of arousal filled her mind as she inhaled before the kiss.
Then – their lips met. Elana slammed her hips down, suddenly overcome by an orgasm. Her shaking body rubbed and pressed against Moira’s. She screamed and kissed. Her tongue, deep in Moira’s mouth, dripped with saliva.
Before blanking out, Elana realised Moira was culminating too. Their bodies pressed even closer as they kept fingering each other – not allowing even a moment of rest.
They did not hear the approaching footsteps at all.
