Moira’s legs squeezed Elana’s waist as her wife’s excitement became too much. The Saintess pulled her down with her long legs, welcoming the plunge.
But Elana resisted. She smiled cruelly, holding back and slowing down. Her own pussy ached and demanded to be filled. Nevertheless, she endured and studied her wife’s face, committing every twitch, expression and emotion travelling across it.
“You bitch!” Moira moaned, wrapping one of her hands around Elana and trying to bring the stronger girl lower. “Fuck me!” She extended her other hand between them, grabbing the tool about to connect them. “Stab me!” With her grip established, she tried to move the dildo and failed. “IMPALE ME YOU SADISTIC WHORE!”
These words were like music to Elana’s ears. Moira’s singing was accompanied by Mary’s wails, adding ambience. Catarina and Cinthia’s duo added a nice touch with their pants and moans.
“As my darling wishes,” Elana whispered, still resisting Moira’s attempts to get the tool inside both of them. It did take a bit of mana to resist the rabid saintess. Not much, but she enjoyed watching how much Moira needed her to relent right away.
If only her own body didn’t crave to continue…
“Ah, SHIT!” Moira almost managed to get the dildo inside her. Her latest attempt failed, and she devolved into an incoherent string of courses.
But through them all, Elana could tell her wife was enjoying it. It did cost her some red stripes on her back as the Saintess scratched and pawed.
“Whoops!” Elana purred, pretending it had been on purpose when her waist had dropped. She was risking too much. Her vagina was gushing on the dildo, and her juices were flowing down the tool, drenching her and Moira’s fingers.
It was unintended but did nicely to lube the penetrating weapon. And it didn’t matter if she got sticky. Elana planned to be much more by the end of the night.
After changing her on the dildo slightly, Elana now held Moira’s fingers in her grasp. She felt it was romantic to hold their hands this way – on the very tool about to penetrate them both.
If Moira wasn’t out of her mind, begging and sobbing for the sweet release, she would think the same. Elana was sure of it.
But when an unsightly grunt escaped her lips, Elana realised she had delayed for too long. Her own sanity was dropping fast.
The way Moira rubbed on Elana’s body was too much for her. She glanced at her wife’s lips, realising she wanted to kiss while impaling them on the dildo. Her face closed in on Moira’s and-
Suddenly, Moira’s eyes cleared up – not fully. Not even close to it. But Elana realised her wife had expected this. “Manipulat-”
Elana didn’t get to finish. Her lips were sealed by Moira, who moved with renewed vigour, divine energy filling them both. She exhaled, her trembling body slipping just a bit lower. Her gyrating hips pressed down.
The tip of the dildo was now inside her, prodding the virginity. Elana felt her hymen tearing a little. She held the tool tighter, making Moira feel the same.
Both of them moaned. Their tongues clashed inside their mouths, not finding a clear dominance. They didn’t close their eyes, gazing into each other’s clouded orbs, seeing their own reflection.
Elana felt all of Moira’s heat. Their sweaty bodies massaged each other. Her nipples pressed against her wife’s more magnificent breasts. She felt all rational thought leave her body as she breathed in her woman’s fragrance.
The world fell away, leaving just two of them. And Elana’s hips buckled again, bringing them one step closer to the final step.
Their pussies accepted the instrument of pleasure with ease. Elana’s pit was burning, wanting and empty. She held Moira even tighter, her fingers intertwining with her wife’s around the dildo. And so did their bodies, forcing them to become almost one.
They were surrounded just by their own voices of rapture and the smell of their excitement. They felt only their heat and tasted only each other. In their minds, there was nothing else but their current joy.
Everything for this moment. Everything for their love.
Elana’s hips buckled one last time.
One last time as their waiting cunts were finally connected.
Slight pain shot through Elana’s body as her last barrier was overcome. She felt her pussy’s walls struggle slightly to accompany the length of what now connected her with her love.
Then, the pain was gone. Her sloppy vagina was too hungry, and her mind too full of pleasure to have anything else but Moira to worry about.
Elana shook more and more. She felt Moira’s waist thrust upwards. The length of the tool was swallowed up quickly. Their bodies yearned to be connected, and they rushed towards it.
The sensation of fulfilment and love filled Elana’s mind as well as her deepest spot just below her belly. She could feel Moira’s thrusts now. Her entrance welcomed each one, and she returned each one.
Elana’s hand holding the dildo slipped away. She began caressing Moira’s body, securing the tool with her tight twat. Her hands glided all over the voluptuous, soft body under her. She raised her hips slightly and then lowered them.
Moira gasped and heaved. Their mouths still were connected in a neverending kiss. Elana struggled to take in the full length, pushing down harder and impaling Moira deeper.
It was just a start. Elana circled her waist, pushing closer to Moira’s pussy – their mounds almost touching.
Just a bit more…
Just a little deeper…
Elana needed to accompany just a bit more of the instrument to be connected to Moira completely.
Moira did the same. She yearned the same. They both worked their hardest to explore each other’s depths.
And once they could go deeper no more, they would start to fuck in earnest.
