The Second Coming: The Walking Dead: Season Six.

Chain Of Events - Part Two: First Time.

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Clementine stayed rooted to the mattress on which she had fallen; the gravity of the situation taking shape as Violets bared figure continued to tantalize her field of vision. She watched as she pushed herself off the locked door with the curve of her ass; Clementine sensing a devoted effort in her seduction to appear just as sure of herself as her words suggested.

"I told you my prize was going to be a little more R-rated..." She recalled in her smoky tone, and ensuring in the process that Clementines heart would begin to thump hard against her chest.

She had been half asleep only seconds before, and yet now her gaze complied completely with the desire of Violets hips to be watched as they rose and fell hypnotically toward her. Clementine knew she would soon be a livewire on the end of Violets touch.

Her cheeks burned white hot as she instinctively tried to regain control of the lustful desires she was feeling at seeing Violet in a way she'd only ever been able to picture in her head before now.

Control of the effect those thoughts were having on the intimate parts of her body. But she found her efforts were useless; and her cheeks burned hotter still. There were very few times in this world that Clementine had or would ever find herself out of her element when next to Violet, but she was well on her way to experiencing one of those times.

Thankfully Violet herself seemed to understand this rare dynamic at play between them, having previously given her ex Minnie the pleasure of her virginity before the two current lovers knew that either existed.

Checking her step on bare feet, she came to a stop at the bottom of their makeshift bed; momentarily fiddling with the ribbon holding together her outfit it reminded Clementine that she was not the only one feeling the apprehension of being out of her comfort zone.

She sat up in the low light, an attempt to channel Violets apparent loss of confidence in order to bring her back from the doubt that she would ever look anything other than breathtaking in Clementines eyes.

She chased her attention, a subtle but inviting movement doing enough to succeed as her seducer locked back onto her loving objective.

Violet smiled through her blushes and lowered herself slowly to her knees, her inner thighs separating just enough to reveal a small strip of light blonde hair rising from the tip of her clit.

She came to rest between Clementines legs, sitting her backside down onto the heels of her feet, her breasts reacting slightly to the bump of the touch down.

Violet then placed her hands on the floor directly in front of her body, an act that drew Clementine to notice the plethora of blood red petals surrounding every inch of their bed, soon to frame the both of them in their consummation.

The latter found herself failing to surpress a smile again in Violets presence. She didn't even have a particular affinity for flowers; tonight though she would adore everything they represented.

Once Violet was satisfied with her lovers reaction she lifted her hand to trace a finger slowly up her body, revelling again now in her ability to conduct her partner into a trance-like state as she did so.

Clem followed as it snaked up her lovers taut stomach and over an impossibly erect nipple aching for her lips, until it came forth from Violets body. But only to beckon her to come closer.

And Clementine did so without any hesitation, happy at her mercy.

In fact she could almost see the electrical charge begin to spark fiercely as the space between them closed.

And yet, what she felt was sensitivity; so tender was Violet in her approach to ease Clementine into a moment few were lucky enough to experience in the hellish world they had to call home.