The Revenant Queen (wlw)

Chapter Twenty

For all you sinners, here is the secks I knew y'all wanted....

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Adira stood at the foot of the bed, admiring the naked body of the woman she'd fervently desired in the past days. The girl's supple figure laid passive against the dark sheets, her swollen chest steadily rising and falling in tandem to the woman's. The sight of her small delectable hips burned into her brain.

Colette's right arm and right leg were bound together by two soft restraint, frozen in mid-air. Her left handcuffed to the bed, her erect nipples begged to be tormented. The woman observed the girl who was oddly relaxed, she didn't seem to panic and for someone who was experiencing her first kink scene. Her usually animated limbs were like still water. Knowing the girl's ears were the sharpest thing on her body, the woman planned to be as quiet as possible.

"Do you trust me enough to lay there confined to this bed?" Adira's voice was raspier than usual. Running her hand against the bottom of Colette's bare feet, she caused her to wiggle.

"Do you trust that I will not hurt you? If so you can indicate by using your words I would appreciate it,"

"I do trust you,"

It was the truth. There were so many instances where Colette was most vulnerable and susceptible to potential harm, but never once had the queen tried to hurt her. To her, that was proof that Adira's intentions were somewhat pure.

"And are you sure I have your consent to touch you explicitly and maybe not so tenderly?"

"Yes," Colette whispered, feeling the woman's fingernails graze up her calves.

A grin formed on Queen Adira's face. She gently rubbed her palm against the girl's flat stomach, feeling how warm her flesh was the closer she teased around her core. She liked how smooth her youthful skin felt against her palm. She felt like satin beneath her touch, but the finest satin money could buy and the greed for her accumulated in her majesty's chest. She wanted no one else to have the girl but herself.

Adira saw Colette's mouth part when each breath eased against her swollen lips. The rugged dispel of air was caused by expert fingers gliding across her tummy and between the valley of her breasts, also when the woman roughly massaged them. Her majesty saw the dark outline of a small crucifix tattooed on her skin. It sat perfectly in between the mounds and the woman eagerly motions to it, tracing her fingertips against it.

"A body worth worshipping indeed," 

Simply to hear her react to the flick against her skin, Adira swiped her fervent tongue over the tattoo, inciting Colette to bite her lips to suppress a gasp. In the height of her torment, she could feel something graze against her chest each time the woman moved. Quickly, she remembered the necklace and how badly she wanted to see it hover above her face. Excitement pumped through her veins like a drug, instigating wiggles while Adira licked, gaining closer to a nipple. She enjoyed it, the swirling tongue, the sting that was left behind each time her nipple was pulled a little too hard, she enjoyed the hot, wet mouth. It sent ripples of delectation through her heated skin and deep inside of her stomach and then to her increasingly warm apex.

Adira moaned at the girl's enjoyment, the vibration danced against her skin like ripples in water.

"Is this what you like?" She paused to gain a response and Colette nodded. Reaching a hand southward, Adira grasps her clit and pinched it lightly.

"Use your words," she said while the submissive girl whimpered. "I'm sorry, yes."

The woman continued her hedonistic pursuit, never once feeling as if what they were engaging in was wrong. She knew it was what they both wanted, something they both needed. Slowly drifting her hand to the girl's thigh, Adira kept it there. The amalgamation of the pressure against her thigh along with a tongue slithering across tepid flesh following an invisible line to a slender throat doubled the speed at which the submissive girl lost control of her limbs and emotions. Grabbing a fistful of Colette's brown, silky tendrils, the woman yanked her head to the side and smashed their lips together. A narrow tongue begged for entrance past the girl's lips and when it was given, the queen moaned at the taste and texture of the mouth she'd been dying to have. Its taste was like a piece of heaven. She'd never been to heaven nor would she be able too but the woman imagined it tasted and felt that beautiful, so delicate and welcoming.