Esmie the Calamity Chapter 19 (Patreon)

** So how are we all feeling about this story? It's certainly taken a turn in a different direction from what it used to be. Hope you're having as much fun with it as I am! **

Esmie’s PoV

Iria was kissing me.

My whole world was on fire with the taste of her lips, and each gentle movement sent shocks of warmth down between my legs. I could feel my unfamiliar anatomy pulsing with the staccato rhythm of my heartbeat like it was beating a marching cadence.

Tentatively, I snaked my arms up around her neck, deepening the kiss in the process. For all my talk though, I didn’t know anything about kissing. Instead, I followed pure instinct, pressing against her and drinking in the moment.

Desperately, I pulled her bottom lip into my mouth and lapped at it with my tongue. Just like that, I'd opened the floodgates, and in came her tongue, foreign, warm, and wet. I gasped, rolling my body against hers, needy beyond sanity now, my thoughts nothing but warm squishy goo. Hearing that noise coming from me caused a little spark of confused happiness to flutter about inside my stomach, and mentally, I lunged for it.

My hands dropped from Iria's neck to play with her stomach, then her waist, soft and supple. She looked so hard, so badass, but her skin was like the finest cotton sheets. I couldn't get enough of it, my hands kneading and pulling at her. Fingertips pressed into squish, a direct counterpoint to the lavishing I was receiving from her scorching hot lips.

Dipping lower with my explorations, I slipped two fingers under her waistband and gently stroked her hips there. Then, it was her turn to moan, and it was the hottest noise I'd ever heard. It started low and deep in her chest, but by the time it had reached her throat, it was high and musical.

The sound robbed me of coherent thought, and all I could think of was getting more of this, more of her. Hunger built and built, our mouths working against one another in a wet, hot, desperate mess. I think my thigh had slipped between hers… yup, definitely had, and it was making its way up the inside of those beautiful long legs of hers.

That got a full on growl out of her, and suddenly I was pressed even harder against the wall while her hands dove under my shirt. Just as the tip of one finger brushed the underside of one of my breasts, she stopped and pulled in a ragged, hoarse breath.

We stood there like that, frozen except for a sedate lapping of lip and tongue, until even that came to a gentle stop. Like a boulder finally losing its momentum after a crazed avalanche, we stood there, lips still touching, her fingers still on my breast. Slowly, agonisingly, she pulled her hand out from under my shirt and broke off the kiss, quivering with the effort it took to deny our combined desire.

She kept me pinned to the wall for a few long moments, her wide yellow eyes searching my face with open wonder. Then she let out the cutest little laugh. "Holy s-shit."

No kidding, Iria, no kidding. Both of us were panting, our warm breath mingling between us. God, what a kiss. That was… no wonder people wrote songs about kissing! My mind had just been launched straight up into space with that, gawd daaaaym.

"I'm going to need you to hold me up," I giggled, threading my fingers back around her neck. "I think you liquified my bones."

She laughed again and wrapped her arms around me, shifting my weight off the wall and onto her. "I can do that," she murmured, nuzzling the top of my head. "Have you been drinking, by the way? I tasted alcohol."

Closing my eyes, I snuggled in close and just enjoyed her soft boobs in my face. "No, that's just the alcoholic base I was using in the potions I was testing."

“Ah,” she said, still catching her breath. “I wonder if… yup, I have the buff right there. Regeneration, eh?”

“Oh my god, you got some of that?” I laughed, resting my chin on her collarbone to look up at her. We were being so casually intimate right then, but it felt so natural, so chill.

Another little chuckle, but I felt this one through her chest as well as heard it. “Seems so.”

Being held by her was so wonderful, with her strong arms and warm body. It was different to being held by Lynlyn too, there was a spark of excitement that danced from my heart to my stomach and back again. With my childhood friend, embracing her was a warm, safe, calm thing. She was like holding an old and treasured soft toy. Iria, though… she was… well, I’m not sure, except it was new and thrilling and addictive.

“Well…” Iria said slowly, loosening her hold on me and stepping back. “I think we just called each other’s bluffs there.” Gah, of course she’d break off the hug right then. Damn it!

Wrapping my arms around myself to try and counteract her sudden absence, I nodded and smiled up at her. “Yup. That was totally great though. I’ve never really kissed anyone before, at least not as an adult. There were one or two kisses during my early teens but I don’t really count them.”

“Huh, so I was your first toe-curler?” she asked, tilting her head at me curiously. “Well, I guess it was a first for both of us, regardless. Our first as girls.”

“Yeah… and it was so good,” I agreed, biting my lip. I could still feel an afterimage of her lips, pressed so hard against mine.

She was right though, we’d just kissed as two girls. How did I feel about that? About the fact that we were both guys outside the game, but girls inside it? I guess it didn’t really matter, I was attracted to girls, and she looked, smelled, and tasted like one. She was one, for all intents and purposes, so yeah, it very much did not matter.

Plus, on my first day in the game, I had made sure to hammer the point home with Lynlyn that I was Esmie, a cute bunny girl. It’d be incredibly hypocritical of me to turn around and take issue with the fact that I’d been kissing Iria.

The raptor girl’s lazy smile took a sharp turn into the realm of smirkdom as she watched me space out. Could she blame me, though? God, I could feel how wet that kiss had made me.

“Good, eh? It really was…” she said languidly, before her expression turned apologetic. “But, I didn’t come up here to make out with you. Lynna and I picked up some groceries to make dinner with, if you want to come down. I started the fire so we can warm up. A player we passed on our way back thinks it’s going to be getting cold soon, winter is on the way.”

“Okey dokey,” I said, bouncing on the balls of my feet. “We’ll just mosey downstairs like nothing happened, huh?”

“Well, I’m not sure what else we’d do,” she laughed, reaching out to ruffle my hair.

I glanced at the open door. “I have a bed, and a bedroom.”

The idea of just going into my room and doing all sorts of fun stuff was… electric. I wanted it so badly, my whole body needy as a starved bunny. I could still feel the echo of her tongue dancing in my mouth, her breasts pressed to mine, the soft skin of her waist on my fingertips… and I wanted more.

With lidded eyes, she gave me a once over that left no doubt that she felt it too. Then she gave a sigh and closed her eyes like it was physically painful not to throw me down on my bed and fuck me til she had friction burns on her tongue.

“Sorry, Esmie,” she said quietly, patiently. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, as much as I’d like to. We’ve going to be coworkers, after all. Idols, no less, who are valued for their purity and chastity, for some fucking stupid reason.”

“Well, I’m not proposing we fuck on camera,” I grumbled, nodding in agreement nevertheless. Damn it, I had signed a contract after all. This was totally lame.

Iria giggled and reached up again to cup my cheek, her thumb brushing briefly over my lips. “Esmie, you’re gorgeous and fun, but the answer is no. Not… right now, at least.”

Fighting a pout, I nodded. “I hate that you’re right. It would have been so much fun…”

“Don’t you trail off with that tone, young lady,” she grinned, squeezing my face before she dropped her hand. “You’re making me regret my decision.”

Oh, she had just made a grave mistake. A truly monumental mistake. She’d admitted that her resolve wasn’t concrete.

In a voice breathless with a lust I didn’t have to fake, I stepped up against her and whispered, “Sorry, Iria. I promise to… behave. See you downstairs.”

Then, before she could reply, I was walking out the door with a big, happy grin on my face. For some reason, I hadn’t actually explored my new feminine sexuality, other than teasing Lynlyn, but now…? I think I might see the potential there. I’d always admired women, found them hot and cute, all that stuff. I’d masturbated too, what guy hadn’t? This, though… it was like I’d spent my whole life with earmuffs on and I was only now taking them off and realising what the world sounded like. And now… now I wanted to hear music.

“Little brat,” was iria’s muttered reply from behind me, more to herself than to me. She was going to be so much fun.