Miniarc-Sleepover-7 (Patreon)

Despite her confident declaration, Alana was a ball of nerves. She felt like she’d become a slab of meat and offered herself to a starving wolf. She certainly knew Lou could be an animal in the throes of lust. Alana was sure she was going to see another demonstration as she was swept off her feet, unable to contain a yelp of surprise. Her eyes closed tightly as her stomach fluttered, waiting for whatever came next.

The last thing she expected was to be set on the bed slowly and gently, like someone letting down a delicate treasure. After a beat, she peeked one eye open to see amused violet eyes watching her.

“Hi,” Lou said with a cheeky smile.

Alana huffed. “What are you doing?”

The noblewoman rolled her eyes as she mirrored the huff. The movement caused her breasts to sway, drawing Alana’s attention for a scant second before she snapped her gaze back to Lou’s face. “You didn’t think I was going to rip off your pants, did you? Really, I’m not a beast.”

Alana gave her a look.

“Okay, fine. Hounds can be beasts but they can also be tame. Relax.” Lou lowered herself, pressing their chests together. “We’ve got the whole night.”

Alana didn’t know why she wanted to argue. It wasn’t as if she was in a rush. Perhaps it had simply become a reflex when it came to her friend. Thankfully, Lou smothered her weak protest with a kiss. A different one from their usual. It wasn’t the chaste kiss she was used to receiving or the hungry kiss she’d witnessed between Lou and others.

It was playful and unpredictable. One moment, Lou moved her lips like she was trying to have a conversation without words. Then Alana would feel her teeth, nipping and pulling. Then her tongue, licking and tracing. Alana finally figured out that Lou was experimenting. Finding what made her jump and let out sighs of pleasure, zeroing in on the motions and repeating them until Alana was squirming beneath her.

She felt naked, despite being the one wearing clothing. Vulnerable. She felt that Lou was prying her open and looking where she had always been scared to. It was uncomfortable but it was also freeing. Exhilarating. The part of her that wanted to surrender to it gained strength rapidly, fueled by a growing warmth between her thighs.

In the absence of breath, her hands communicated her approval, fingers gliding over the smooth skin of Lou’s back, a pleasure of its own. She squeaked as Lou reciprocated, questing fingers trailing her sides and teasingly pulling at the hem of her pants. A moment her lover took to elevate their kiss by thrusting a daring tongue between her open lips.

The playfulness disappeared as their kiss became a sensual thing. Alana groaned as the hand stroking her stomach moved to her breast. She made a sound of discontentment as the fingers pinched her sensitive nipple too hard but the next pinch made her twist and shudder. Her legs attempted to close, instinctively seeking to rub together to find relief, but the attempts were foiled by Lou settling between them. She slowly ground their crotches together as their kiss deepened. Even through the rough and cheap fabric of her pants, Alana could feel it, her body bucking in an effort to seek more pressure.

It was a mostly futile effort but mostly didn’t mean it was ineffective. Rather, it was embarrassingly effective. Alana whimpered and her nails dug into Lou’s shoulders as she desperately fought the rising tension. She was inexperienced and she was resolved to making a bit of a fool of herself but reaching her peak without so much as being touched at the core of her pleasure was beyond embarrassing. Worse, her impending climax was stronger than anything she had ever wrung out of herself.

Saints, not like this! How could she ever live it down?

Her embarrassment wasn’t enough to hold it back. Her breath caught and her body seized as the pleasure of her climax wracked her body. Lou slowed, her grinding becoming more deliberate and her kiss less intense until she pulled away. Alana took the opportunity to hide her face against her shoulder, face flaming red.

“Hehe.”

Useless hits rained down on Lou’s stomach, which only made her chuckle harder. “Stop laughing!” Alana hissed, hating that she couldn’t keep the whine out of her tone. Inarticulate noises spilled from her lips, a verbal outpouring of her jumbled emotions. Lou shushed her, hugging her arms to her side.

“Oh, stop it. It’s nothing to be embarrassed about.” Lou kissed her nose like she was calming a petulant child and chuckled against her ear. “My sweet Alana. Melting in my hands like butter on a warm plate. I admit, unexpected, but very welcome. Ah, who knew you’d be so adorable~”

I wish the Abyss would reach up and swallow me.

“Come on. It’ll stay our secret.” The lips against her ear tickled. “Out there, you can be the strong, stern knight. No one has to know how eager my sweet girl is for me. So…”

Alana covered her face with her hands and turned on her side, unable to take the sultry violet eyes watching her for a moment longer. Her breath caught as Lou plastered herself to her back. A hand tugged at her pants. She lifted to make their removal easier, tracing the arc they made as they were tossed aside, leaving her bare. The solution to not wanting to show her unflattering underwear? Wearing nothing.

She moaned as the hand moved between her thighs, stroking her where only her own fingers had touched before. Another moan escaped from her lips before she covered her mouth with a hand.

“Nooo,” Lou groaned. Her opposite hand pulled aside one of Alana’s legs, putting it over her thigh to give her better access. Alana’s voice was muffled against her palm as sharp teeth played with her ear. “I want to hear you. No more hiding from me, Alana. Not here. Let me hear how much you want me.”

Alana didn’t fight the hand that pulled her fingers away from her mouth. She didn’t want to imagine the kind of face she was making as she panted for breath, eyes misting. And it was becoming harder to care. The air smelled of a fragrant musk, a potent incense that clouded her mind and warmed her body. “Aaahh~”

“Let me hear how much you need me.”

“Aah!” She let out a small scream as one of the fingers finally entered her, quickly followed by a second. Her hips bucked as a third rubbed the small bundle of nerves above her drooling lips, arcing her back with bolts of pleasure. “Lou~”

“That’s it,” a seductive voice whispered. “Let go. I’ve got you.”

Alana threw away any of her concerns as she humped the invading fingers that seemed to know every sensitive place inside her. Her peak was quickly approaching, stronger than before, but she couldn’t bring herself to care about anything else than reaching it. She moaned and whined wantonly, hands fisting in the blanket beneath her. “More~ Close~”

The fingers inside her gained strength. A strong arm wrapped around her midsection and pulled her tightly against Lou’s strong body. She felt something hard grinding against her ass. She didn’t need to know what it was. Her mind was perfectly capable of summoning an accurate picture and it drove her wild.

“I’m…I’m—“

Just before she reached the peak, the fingers inside her pushed deeper, deeper than she’d ever gone. It was a little painful, but the pain was swiftly drowned out by the pleasure. While the fingers inside her stopped under the pressure of her tight walls, a third continued to massage her clit, extending her climax and wringing from her the kind of sounds that belonged in a whorehouse.

When she finally came down, her whole body was limp. Her blue eyes were lidded and she knew with a few moments of quiet, she’d drop off into a comfortable sleep.

The heat against her back disappeared. A moment later, she was scooped into strong arms and carried into the bathroom. Soon, hot water the perfect temperature surrounded her, drawing a contented hum from her throat as she was laid against Lou’s chest.

“Aren’t you a spoiled girl,” Lou whispered. Soap lathered hands roamed Alana’s body, cleaning and massaging as they went. “Feel good?”

“Mm~”

“No pretending you don’t remember this in the morning.”

Alana twitched, the last vestiges of her pride and staunch upbringing flinching, but they were drowned in the comfort of the moment. Her hands lazily brushed against Lou in a loose mimicry of her pampering. Her lidded eyes opened slightly as she brushed Lou’s addition, sitting up. “You…”

“Ah, don’t worry about that. I…” Lou grimaced as Alana’s hand closed around her length. “I…I was going to handle that later. This weekend is about you.”

Alana pouted. “I want to…”

“That’s great but aahh!” A lustful exclamation cut her off as Alana’s hand moved. “Not so hard!”

“Sorry,” she muttered, slowing her hand. As her fingers teased the head, she could feel it growing, lengthening. It became hotter, noticeable even in the steaming bath. Her fingers could barely fit around its girth as she stroked its full length.

“Ah. F-faster,” Lou mumbled. Her hands splashed water as they searched for the ends of the bath to brace herself while her hips pumped into Alana’s hand. Alana’s free hand curiously touched its base, brushing Lou’s lower lips. She meant to investigate further but her wrist was caught in a strong grip.

“No.”

“But—"

“Too strong. Hurt you.” Her hand was dragged to the head of the hot rod she was jerking. “Gently.”

It was good advice. The slightest touch made Lou nearly jump out of the water. She pulled Alana closer, burying her nose in her shoulder as her hips moved faster.

She came with a groan that sounded almost pained. Alana started as she felt her fingers coated with something warm and sticky. She raised her hand, eying the thick white cream along it, partially washed away by the water.

Without thinking, she brought her hand closer. She could smell it, a heavy musky scent that managed to be overpowering but pleasant at the same time. Before she could realize what she was doing, she had brought her fingers to her mouth and lathered them with her tongue.

The taste was the same as the smell, pungent but somehow delightful. She couldn’t stop with a single lick, running her tongue over her hand to gather every drop. It stoked a hunger for more and she could feel a wetness between her thighs that had nothing to do with the bath.

Her heart pounded like a racing stallion as her hand closed around the rod it was still holding, drawing a gasp from her lover. It was still hard. Ready to be milked for more of the delicious cream.

She licked her lips at the thought.