Tension

...I bit off more than I can chew

It takes Darna 5 minutes to get home. It takes less for the gravity of what just happened in that office to crash on her like a cyborg from space. Once the stone is safely tucked away, and Darna is Narda once more, the overwhelming mix of guilt and arousal, hate and lust, threatens to drown her. She falls to her knees before her bed, hands gripping the fabric of her black jeans.

"What did I do? Oh god. Regina would hate me, Darna, basta! Bakit ko ginawa yun? Kay Regina!?"

Her thoughts spiral higher and higher. This could, ironically, only be solved one way - Regina. She focuses on the lovely visage of her…best friend? What do you call someone you do nasty, dirty sex with while you are in your superhero alter-ego?...and feels herself calm down. Regina's brown eyes are piercing in her mind, warm one moment, cold the next. Adoration shines through before being overtaken by lustful need. She imagines Regina's soft hands, gripping her own in comfort, gripping her shoulders in desire. She could see Regina's lips, mouth spilling words of affection, spilling words of cruel mockery.

Narda is surrounded by Regina. Her thoughts have been claimed by Regina. Her senses are overtaken by Regina. It's Regina, of course, of course, it has been Regina since that day at the office when the lawyer told her "Just think of me." Narda simply never stopped. She never stopped looking for Regina's eyes, and she never stopped thinking of her.

Like a bolt of lighting, Narda's mind makes the connection: If Narda is Darna, then Regina is probably (read: actually) sinful Temptation given form. She just couldn't help herself from touching and tasting and taking from the young lawyer - not when Regina is breathtakingly beautiful when she's unmade and undone. Narda is sure the image of Regina bent over the large desk, clothes dishevelled, tied up and gagged, is already engraved in her mind. She's 100% confident that the sounds Regina made have become the anthem of her life - from the sound of her racing heart, the little gasps and broken moans, the wet squelch as she was fisted, or the messy muffled sobbing.

Narda doesn't realize she's slowly grinding her hips on her hand until a jolt of pleasure races through her spine. She's so wet that she soaked through her heavy duty jeans. She's been so turned on since their first fiery kiss. She didn't get to cum from their encounter, but that did not mean she was far from reaching euphoria. Narda selfishly wanted to cum and break apart in Regina's hands, but knew she had to settle for her own hands for now.

She stands on shaky legs to lock her door, "Baka matraumatize ko pa si Lola at si Ding", then hastily undresses. She lies on her bed, naked with perspiration dewing on her skin. Her hands travel first to aching breasts. She closes her eyes and imagines different hands in her place. Feels sharp nails digging into her flesh, smooth pads of fingers pinch her nipples, pulling and rubbing.

She bites her lips to muffle her moans. One hand travels lower and lower, ghosting across her ribcage, her abs, then further on until her hand meets scorching wetness. She gasps, "I've never been so wet." and her hand quickly adopts its usual position, her longest finger dug deep into her and pressing against her g-spot while her index rubbed her sensitive clit in tight circles. Her left hand continues to fondle her breasts, while thighs fall open in pleasure.

It doesn't take long to reach her height, but she can't seem to fall over the edge. She goes faster, rubs harder, pinches longer, but nothing could bring her sweet relief. She groans in frustration, trying but failing. She bites her lips and then a thought - pervasive and loud - pierces through her foggy state, "This is the same hand that was in Regina." Just the remembrance, just knowing that there are traces of Regina on her hand that now urged her closer, that the wet evidence of their arousals are mixing together, it was enough. She cums silently, a whine of pleasure hastily muffled on a pillow. Thighs clench around her hand, knees knocking together, as she exhales harshly.