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Despite the passion sweeping through both of them, Agatha’s hand was ever-so-gentle in massaging Elena’s softly swollen cunt lips, gradually working them open. And then slowly, most slowly, her finger delved into Elena’s folds.

Elena sucked with even more hunger at Agatha’s tit, digging her teeth into the nipple, as if retaliating for how deep Agatha’s finger was going into her vulva.

“Aahhh!” Elena moaned pleasurably. “OHH! Deeper… deeeeeperrr!”

“Is that all you want?” Agatha cooed to her. “Or do you want to touch me too?”

Elena could scarcely believe it—not only Agatha touching her, but she could touch Agatha. She slid her hand down to between Agatha’s thighs and felt the blooming liquid heat pooled at her groin, swamping her fingers as if specifically to lubricate them for entering the other woman. So she slid her middle finger into Agatha’s lower lips.

Agatha loved being touched there. She writhed and moaned in her enjoyment, her cunt opening up like a blossoming flower to let Elena’s finger into her warmly churning depths. Now both of them fingered each other, breasts rubbing together and delighted sighs filling the room.

“Kiss me!” Agatha gasped out, begging almost as much as commanding.

Elena obeyed. She would’ve obeyed any order Agatha gave her. She pressed her lips against the blonde’s and pushed her tongue deep inside, to lick the roof of Agatha’s mouth and twist her tongue around Agatha’s and suck at the other woman’s lips until the taste of them was full in her mouth.

Agatha rammed her fingers in and out of Elena’s sex, her inner muscles loudly gulping the penetrations. Her tongue entwined with Elena’s like two serpents. And Elena was so overwhelmed, so openly surrendered to this feeling, that she looped all the way around to being struck by how deeply under Agatha’s spell she was.

My God, I’ve totally given into her, Elena thought. There’s not one thing I’ve denied her!

What was she doing? How could she have let herself be taken over by this pagan lust? And she knew now that the reason she didn’t recoil from all the wickedness Agatha represented was because it was no longer something separate from herself. It was part of her too. She was as bad as Agatha.

But I’m drugged, she argued to herself. This isn’t me!

But it wasn’t someone else feeling these things or enjoying them. It was her. She was the one unable to fight them off. Agatha was in control of her and she was helpless not to give into that control.

Then, serpentine, Agatha slithered down Elena’s body until her face was mere inches from Elena’s cunt, staring at it with the same appreciative attention that she’d once lathered Elena’s entire body with.

“Open your legs,” Agatha insisted.

Like a puppet with her strings pulled, Elena’s legs spread, allowing Agatha an even better look at Elena’s pinkly glistening slit. A lewd gleam animated Agatha’s eyes, as if reflecting the sparkling wetness of Elena’s lust.

Elena stared now. Her mind was a spectator at this obscenity her body had been sucked into. She wanted to run, but another her wanted the pleasures she knew she could get from Agatha. This Elena was as evil as Agatha was—she wanted to feel that soft pink tongue between her thighs, feel it doing to her what even Cannon hadn’t done.

He had taken; made it a joy for Elena to give. But Agatha was the one giving here. And Elena wanted to be given to… getting Agatha’s tongue all the way to her deepest center.

Agatha’s red-lacquered fingernails ran over Elena’s milky thighs, leaving scarlet claw marks in their wake. The pain scintillated Elena, keeping her sense of touch at a fever pitch when Agatha placed her mouth over Elena’s splayed sex and pushed her tongue into the warm embrace of Elena’s wet folds. Elena’s traitor body arched and bucked, her belly twitching and clenching with the frenetic desire overtaking her.

Agatha’s long, wet tongue felt like a flame searing her, spreading, burning its way into the tightness of her pussy. Elena’s labia lips clasped and unclasped on the slippery writhing of Agatha’s tongue. Her long dark hair flailed about her pillow as she wailed in sexual delirium, her lips quivering, the muscles of her neck straining while she threw her head back.

She reached up over her face, fingers steepled on the headboard with all the strength she could muster. Her breasts jiggled between the force she put on the headboard and the thrusts her body made back towards Agatha’s invading tongue. Elena howled like a beast as she drowned in passion, Agatha burying her in more and more of it every second her blonde head spent between Elena’s legs.

Agatha’s face pressed itself to Elena’s sex and rolled away from it, her shock of golden hair bobbing up and down between the brunette’s soft white thighs. Her tongue sampled the warm wetness of Elena’s delicacy and came back between her luscious lips with the taste of it. Elena’s body quaked; Agatha slowed down her lapping.

She didn’t want Elena to come too soon—Elena was the one who had to let herself be carried away, not Agatha. No, the blonde would be slower, more controlled. She would break Elena down into the chaos of ecstasy when she deemed fit, not when Elena wanted it. It was easy to make someone want something. Her wish was for Elena to need to come before it was finally allowed of her.

Agatha came up Elena’s body, sitting against the headboard, her blonde thatch only inches from Elena’s flaring nostrils. One sniff of it and Elena came closer, her warm breath stirring Agatha’s vulva. With exquisite tenderness—loving care—Elena rained hot kisses on the slopes of Agatha’s pubic mound.

“Taste me, Elena. Taste me and love the taste of me.”

With the obedience of an addict to her fix, Elena opened her mouth and brought her tongue to the engorged bud of Agatha’s clit. It licked tantalizingly at the little button. And then, as Agatha had done to her, she pressed her tongue into Agatha’s steamy opening, massaging her inner muscles with such enthusiasm that it gave Elena herself pleasure.

She felt a surge of passion, a consuming need from her first taste of Agatha’s arousal. The sweet flavor of Agatha’s cunt drove her nearly mad with desire for more.

Agatha’s hands reached down to Elena’s firm breasts, stroking them, filling her hands with them, getting all she could of their decadent fullness. Then, rolling Elena onto her back as she would pose a mannequin, Agatha stretched out on top of her. With her parted legs straddling Elena’s face, continuing to enjoy the passionate ministrations of Elena’s mouth and tongue, she sprawled her way to the apex of Elena’s own thighs. Taking the throbbing nub of Elena’s clit into her stark white teeth.

She nipped at its engorged stiffness, then sucked it, running the tip of her tongue over what was in her mouth in continuous, maddening circles. But that wasn’t enough for her or her tongue. She let go of Elena’s clit and tongued inside of the brunette’s hotly convulsing channel, licking away at her inner muscles as they massaged the length of her tongue.

If Elena wasn’t lost in the insanity of taking pleasure from Agatha, then she was certainly beguiled by giving it. Her head jerked crazily from side to side. Her hips pumped up and down, as if trying to throw off Agatha’s weight, or to get more of the tongue that was penetrating down into her sex.

Agatha’s lips opened wider. She ran her tongue down even more lasciviously into Elena’s burning cunt, sliding it deep into the clasping of her ecstasy. Elena let out hoarse groans for Agatha to revel in, her surrendered body tossing and writhing with overpowering sensations as she was held down by Agatha’s flesh and her heatedly licking tongue.

But for every time Agatha’s tongue fucked into Elena’s sex, Elena tongued Agatha just as ardently, her thumb rubbing at Agatha’s burgeoning clit. Both women neared orgasm, matching climaxes churning crazily inside them. Elena sucked with wild abandon, making the tremors in Agatha’s quivering body hit her harder and harder. She was close, closer and closer, and then suddenly she was there.

Agatha peaked, an almost painful intensity of feeling, and then slipped down into rapture. Her body convulsed with wave after wave of joyous release. Caught up in her violent convulsions, her need burned brighter and somehow she managed to force her hungry mouth even tighter to Elena’s sex. It was as if a lightning bolt had struck her body and she was trying to let the electricity course through her and into Elena.

Then Elena’s luscious face twisted into an obscene grimace of rapture. She screamed as if tormented: “AHHHH! NNNNHH! OH GODDDD!”

Her inner muscles hummed around Agatha’s tongue, clenching as if to hold it in place while she fed her cream directly into Agatha’s taste buds. Agatha’s own ecstasy blew through her as her tongue lapped at the honey Elena was so generously providing. Burst after burst of exquisite relief surged through both women to be tasted by the other.

They grinded and flowed together for a full minute before their shared orgasm had left both of them. When it was done, they lay still together.

The guilty knowledge of what she had done began to seep into Elena, but she couldn’t say she regretted it. That part of her had been burned away like part of her innocence had been when she’d first slept with Cannon. He’d not just taken her virginity, but awakened her sexual hunger. Now she craved this too.

Agatha lay at her side, her face as innocent as a child’s, her fingers playing idly in Elena’s raven hair. She clearly felt no guilt at all. Elena resented her for that, but also envied her. She must’ve lusted after Elena as Elena now lusted for her—she’d taken what she wanted with utter abandon.

Elena wanted that wanting. If Cannon ever came for her and they reunited, she wouldn’t simper after him as girlishly as she had done. From now on, she would get what she wanted… no matter how debauched it was.