Chapter 66: [R18 BONUS] Making Up for Lost Time (4)
Aria suddenly pulled herself together, refusing to let herself be dominated again.
"You don’t have to be so insistent, servant!"
In one strong motion she grabbed Freya’s body, turned them both over, and pressed her down onto the cold stone of the nest. The sudden shift tore a muffled sound from Freya’s throat.
"Ngghhn...!"
Aria, just as worked up by Freya’s words as Freya herself was, leaned down and dragged her tongue along the side of Freya’s neck, slow and wet. At the same time her hand slid straight between Freya’s thighs, found her already glistening pussy, and pushed two fingers inside without hesitation.
Freya’s back arched against the stone.
"Nhghh— aahh...!"
Aria curled her fingers immediately, rubbing firmly against the sensitive front wall while her thumb pressed over Freya’s clit. With her other hand she reached up and cupped one of Freya’s full breasts, squeezing the soft weight, then rolling the stiffened nipple between her fingers.
Freya twisted under her, cheeks burning, thighs trembling around Aria’s wrist.
Aria watched her face closely and asked in a low voice,
"Does it feel good here?"
Freya could barely form the words, her hips already moving against the fingers inside her.
"A-aah... that feels... so good..."
Aria didn’t stop. She kept thrusting her fingers in steady, deep strokes, occasionally spreading them to stretch Freya wider, while her hand on Freya’s breast grew bolder—kneading, pinching, tugging at the nipple just hard enough to make Freya gasp. Every time Freya moaned, Aria answered by pushing her fingers a little deeper or pressing her thumb more firmly against her clit, building the pressure without ever letting it peak.
Every time Freya moaned, Aria answered by pushing her fingers a little deeper or pressing her thumb more firmly against her clit, building the pressure without ever letting it peak.
Then, without warning, she pulled her fingers out.
Freya let out a soft, frustrated sound at the sudden emptiness. Aria brought the glistening fingers up between their faces, exactly the way Freya had done to her earlier, and slipped them between their mouths. Their tongues met around the slick digits at once, licking and sucking them clean together in a messy, shared kiss. The wet sounds of their mouths and the taste of Freya filled the small space between them. Aria pressed in harder, turning it into a deep, open-mouthed kiss, tongues sliding against each other long after the fingers were gone.
When she finally pulled back, a thin string of saliva still connected their lips. Her voice was low and rough.
"Let’s feel good together now."
She hooked one of Freya’s legs and lifted it, sliding her own thigh between Freya’s, then settled her hips so their pussies pressed flush against each other. The first direct contact of slick, swollen flesh made both of them gasp.
Aria started moving.
She rolled her hips in a slow, firm grind, dragging her wet folds against Freya’s. The heat and slipperiness between them were immediate. Soft, wet sounds rose with every pass—shlick... shlick...—as their clits rubbed and their lips kissed and parted again.
"Nnhhh... Aria..." Freya breathed, hands gripping at Aria’s waist.
Aria answered by grinding harder, pressing their centers together with more force. Their breasts brushed and bounced with the motion, soft blup-blup sounds joining the wetter ones below whenever their chests met. Freya’s full tits swayed with every thrust of Aria’s hips; Aria’s own bounced heavily in return.
The pace climbed.
Aria hooked her arm under Freya’s raised leg for better leverage and started thrusting in shorter, faster strokes. Their pussies slid and slapped together in a steady, filthy rhythm—schlick-schlick-spllsh... schlick-schlick-spllsh...—slick spreading over both their thighs. Freya’s moans grew louder, broken, her free leg wrapping around Aria’s hip to pull her in tighter.
"Aahh... nnhhggh— right there—"
"I know," Aria panted against her mouth. "Me too... nhh..."
She drove her hips faster. The wet sounds grew thicker, louder, echoing softly off the stone walls of the nest. Every grind sent their breasts bouncing harder—blup, blup, blup—nipples dragging across hot skin. Freya’s head tipped back, white hair spilling over the floor, while Aria leaned over her, horns glowing a deeper mauve with every roll of her hips.
The friction turned almost frantic. Aria was grinding down with short, powerful snaps of her pelvis now, their swollen clits catching and rubbing on every stroke. Slick sprayed in small bursts between them whenever the angle was perfect, the sound turning heavier—spllrrch... spllrrch...—wet and shameless.
"F-Freya... nnhhaahh—"
"Don’t stop— Aria, don’t— aahhnn!"
Their voices tangled, moans overlapping, bodies locked together in the same desperate rhythm. Aria’s thigh muscles flexed with every thrust; Freya met her grind for grind, chasing the same peak.
The nest filled with the raw, rhythmic noise of their cunts sliding and the soft heavy bounce of their breasts, both women gasping and crying out as the pleasure wound tighter and tighter between them, still climbing, still intensifying, neither willing to slow down.
Aria spoke between her moans, her body still rolling firmly against Freya’s.
"Ever since we started fucking... I’ve been holding back... but Freya..."
She ground down harder, a low, strained sound leaving her throat.
"Nnnhggghnnn... aanhh~~..."
Then her voice dropped, rough and breathless right against Freya’s ear.
"Now I’m going to start going much faster."
She wasn’t exaggerating.
Aria’s hips suddenly exploded into motion. The long, powerful grinds vanished, replaced by tiny, blisteringly fast thrusts—so rapid her lower body became little more than a blur, a vibrating smear of heat and wet flesh against Freya. The friction turned savage. Their cunts slapped and slid together at a speed no ordinary body should have been able to maintain, the wet sounds merging into one continuous, filthy noise—schlrr-schlrr-schlrr-schlrr-spllshh—slick spraying with every micro-thrust.
Freya’s mind short-circuited.
"NNGHH— AAAhhhHHNNGHH— ARIA— IT’S TOO MUCH—! Gngnhhg— aannhh~~!!"
Her scream tore through the nest. Her arms flailed wildly, hands scrabbling for anything to hold onto, only to slide uselessly across the smooth stone. Her entire body went rigid from head to toe, back arching so hard it lifted off the floor. Every thought dissolved into white. The pleasure crashing through her was unlike anything she had ever felt—beyond words, beyond description, a raw, blinding overload that erased everything else.
"Hhhnnn—! Nngghhahh— Aria—!"
Drool spilled from the corner of her open mouth, sliding down her cheek and dripping onto the stone. At the same time her pussy clenched and gushed hard against Aria’s, thick pulses of slick bursting out with every impossible vibration, adding fresh wet spllrrch-spllrrch sounds to the frantic rhythm.
Aria was right there with her.
The same insane speed that was destroying Freya was wrecking her too. Her own cunt dragged and slammed against Freya’s in that relentless blur, the friction so intense it bordered on pain and still somehow stayed pure pleasure. Her thighs burned, her clit throbbed in sharp, continuous spikes, and every micro-thrust sent fresh waves of heat ripping up her spine.
"Nnhhaahh~~... gngnhh— Freya—! Aannhhnn...!"
Her horns flared bright mauve, illuminating both their sweat-slicked bodies as she kept driving herself against Freya without mercy, chasing the same overwhelming edge with broken, hungry moans that mixed with the rapid, filthy wet sounds filling the entire nest.
Aria dropped the upper half of her body down against Freya and crushed their mouths together. Even in her half-conscious state, Freya’s tongue moved on pure instinct, pushing forward, searching for more of Aria’s heat. Their tongues tangled messily, wet and desperate, while below their clits continued to grind together at that same blistering speed. The dual sensation—hot mouths and even hotter friction—pushed the pleasure into something almost unbearable. Every frantic slide of their pussies sent fresh sparks racing up their spines, and the kiss only made it worse, deeper, more consuming.
Aria broke the kiss just enough to speak, her voice shaking.
"Are you gonna cum? Me-me... me too..."
Freya didn’t answer. She had already been lost in a pure white trance of pleasure for a while now, eyes unfocused, mouth open, only broken sounds leaving her throat.
Aria’s hips accelerated one last time, the blur of motion turning even more violent. She threw her head back and cried out, voice cracking into a long, needy wail.
"Cummmm with meeee~~~!"
They shattered together.
Freya’s back arched clean off the stone as the orgasm detonated through her. A powerful, continuous squirt erupted from her cunt, spraying hard against Aria’s in thick, rhythmic pulses. Aria followed a split second later, her own release bursting out in heavy gushes that mixed with Freya’s, the wet spllrrch-spllrrch-SPLLRRSH of their combined squirting filling the nest. Both women cried out—raw, overlapping screams that echoed off every wall—bodies locking and convulsing against each other as the climax ripped through them in wave after violent wave.
When it finally began to fade, Aria’s strength gave out. She collapsed onto her back beside Freya, chest heaving, thighs still trembling, the mauve glow of her horns slowly dimming. Both women lay there soaked, wrecked, and gasping for air, the stone beneath them wet with everything they had just released.