Ninovan (Hypernaturals 10)

Into the Woods

After the dishes were hand washed and racked to dry, Morgan, Jessica, and I walked to the truck, and Morgan extracted a big blanket. Jessica leaned into it and inhaled like she was smelling a flower.

"Mmmmm." She said. "That is lovely."

We found a narrow path into the woods, away from the cabins, and soon, all we could hear are birds and wind and trees rubbing each other. We came to a clearing, which Morgan declared would do, and she and Jessica spread the blanket. Morgan then turned to Jessica, pulled her physically by the shirt to her, then began undressing her.

"I know what you were doing last night, Jessica." Morgan said softly. Not a reprimanding tone, even as the words were. "You did that all wrong. I can see in your eyes and smell in your scent that you know you did that wrong. I saw that last night when you just lay there. I have been your lover long enough to know you never just lay there. I am not sure what led you to think you needed to follow through with that abomination other than you needed to hurt yourself, which is your adult prerogative but you did not only hurt yourself."

Morgan pulled off Jessica's bra, paused, and looked carefully at her breasts. She did not explain. She started on the pants, and Jessica said nothing, Tears rolled down her cheeks.

Morgan continued. It was not a lecturing tone, but a loving one. "I did not enjoy watching that. It was not only Adrian. With your wrong-headed, self-destructive approach to teaching him he would have to share you someday, you hurt MY heart. You did not only hurt yourself. Or him. I am devastated as well. The woman I love did that to herself and to me."

"I know." Jessica said miserably.

"Now you, Jessica. Undress me. Take your time. Unwrap your wife slowly and with love. " Morgan said. Not a command, just a 'Your turn'.

I am standing there watching Jessica cry, and my heart is breaking and worse. Morgan is loving her, and that is making Jessica cry harder.

Both naked, they hugged. Jessica lay her cheek on top of Morgan's shoulder. "I'm so sorry." She said to Morgan.

Morgan squeezed her. "You are forgiven, my heart. It is not only that you were with Alexander, cheating on me with a man I would not have sex with for any reason. I find him to be repulsive, but that is MY choice. What hurt me deeply is what you were doing to yourself. You do not deserve that kind of sex. To be used like you are a toy. You are Gaia. A Goddess. My goddess. You should only ever be cherished. I love you so much, you know."

Jessica kept choking on tears. In soft, gentle, loving tones, Morgan is ripping her heart out, but then kissing it.

"I know. I love you too. So... Much... I never thought I could love a woman as I do you. Thank you for taking him and yourself away from... That. My shame. My prideful downfall." Jessica said between inhalations.

"I had to. I could not take it. Adrian could not take it. We were both about to cry. Letting that asshole see or hear us cry about his conquest of you would have been the icing on his cake. Here: Lay down on the blanket. Let me love you. All the way, Jessica. I need to kiss away those mental marks of that heathen. I need to cleanse your mind and mine by loving your body. Loving it properly. Lifting my heart back up onto her pedestal where she belongs. Jessica, you need to understand something. You can never do that again. Not ever. You are mine and you need to remember that." Morgan explained in a tone of pure love, and Jessica did as instructed. Jessica nodded when Morgan asserted her claim to her.

"I am." She agreed. "I won't."

"Next time your inner wild child needs to be set free to do something stupid like that, You and I will deal with it. I am not saying you can't get crazy. Everyone needs some crazy. I will be there. I will stop you from doing anything like that."

"OK." Jessica conceded, turning over her crazy to the most solid person I ever met. Hard to imagine how that will work.

Jessica so far has not looked my way during any of this, and she glanced up at me now. I smiled, hands in my pockets. I am waiting to see Morgan's need too. There are times and places I know when I am supposed to follow Morgan's lead. This is one of them.

Morgan and Jessica kissed and slid over each other, and Morgan used her hands, mouth, and even her hair to gently, lightly, carefully run the length of Jessica's face then neck and then chest. Normally she would have stopped there. This time she did not. Morgan took her time, knowing that Jessica needed to go slowly. To be entirely loved and cherished. Kissed caressed everywhere, not just Jessica's erogenous zones. Most of which Alexander probably did not even know where they are. He never looked for them. Morgan loved all her skin. Jessica's rounded tummy coming in for the same affection as a nipple. Her knees and her inner thighs.

Jessica needs to re-anchor what had been done to her with lips that love her. Not one male body part that used her. Why Morgan is doing this, not me. I have that same body part. This needs to be her. It needs to be pure. It needs to be new and fresh and wonderful. Morgan doing some of these things is absolutely new.

Morgan murmured things. Sweet nothings and appreciations as she roamed over Jessica. Little comments that were occasionally possessive. A single word like 'mine' uttered when Morgan pressed her mouth intimately between Jessica's shaking legs, erasing the memory of pillage with the love of her wife. Occasionally she was silly. "What's this little thing do?" as if she did not know.

Alexander talked during sex too, but this is night and day. Dicking down versus building up. Establishing loving ownership as opposed to a puerile disregard for anything but himself.

Morgan eventually, carefully and nurturingly worked Jessica's passion into a head-arched-back full-body, shuddering and gasping release. The opposite of her immobility last night.

I have never seen Morgan do any of that with a woman, not even Jessica. She has with me, but I am her preferred flavor of gender. I felt weird knowing Morgan probably made herself make complete and total love to her wife in this way because Jessica needed her to. This may be new to Morgan, but her passion for Jessica is real, and her approach demonstrated an intimate knowledge of her wife's body and preferences.

It felt bad to think that it required this initial post-Alexander loving to be Morgan, and not me. It also made sense.

As Jessica relaxed into the blanket and made joyful noises, Morgan looked up and said to me: "OK, our husband. You have been patient while I was properly cherishing our spouse. Now it is my turn to be cherished. Come down here and love me."

I undressed and joined them on the ground. There was no foreplay, as Morgan wanted to get directly to making love. She was ready in the dining hall before she took her wife to seeing the pretty colors. After an orgasm, Morgan acted as if it did not even happen and kept going, no rest, and rolled us over. With Morgan on top and rolling her hips hard, she quickly came again. Seems she is washing things out of her mind as well. This second time she stopped. Panting she said, "Jessica. Sit there."

Jessica did as instructed and we were off again.

Sometime later Morgan said between inhalations: "Trade places with me my love."

I was slightly blinded by sunlight through trees, and then warmly covered in loving bodies again.

Nearing my own physical exhaustion, Morgan said: "Now."

I knew it is directed to me somehow.

I told my body it is OK to have the orgasm it has been dying for, and that caused a cascade. Jessica, whose one hand was near my hips for her leverage and had the other on Morgan, became frantic and went over again. Morgan followed Jessica, holding her wife tightly to her. They held each other up even as they lost some control joyfully.