Beta Bully (F/F) - Chapter 24 (Early Access) (Patreon)

Mirror

Luna's hands trailed along the seams of the one-piece. Darcy's skin tingled beneath every touch.

Her body was burning up, flushed pink, with goosebumps raised along her thighs and forearms. Her nipples were pushing through the thin material and Luna grazed a single finger across both of them. Darcy squirmed in the cage of her arms.

The fingers sunk lower, flowing over her quivering stomach, tracing along the cut-outs until she reached the crotch of the swimsuit. Their eyes met in the mirror and Darcy jerked her face away, burying it into her shirt. She couldn’t bear to watch as Luna touched her, but she didn’t want her to stop touching her. As long as she looked away, she wasn’t condoning the dirty behaviour. An innocent bystander, capable of nothing except to submit to her hands. Darcy's own were still glued to the cool surface of the mirror by her soul-mate’s order.

Two fingers and a thumb caught the point of her chin and dragged her face back to the front. Forced to stare down the tiny and trembling omega before her. All around her curled the hungry beta. Darcy almost felt bad for the girl in the mirror, she knew that look in Luna’s eyes all too well. It made the lips between her legs throb. Luna's hunger for her, so obvious and unashamed, filled her with heat.

Luna watched her for a few moments before returning both hands to her body. One thumbed at a nipple while the other tucked itself between her tightly closed thighs. From the first graze of Luna’s fingertips over her mons, they began to quake and open ever so slightly. Luna filled the gap instantly, wedging her hand into any space Darcy’s wanton body would offer her. Darcy watched her every move through the glass. A single finger stroked into the plump crease between her legs and her breathing hitched. The elasticated material offered no friction, only cling. It exposed every dip and curve of her pulsing lips. Luna rubbed over her gently, warming-up her already red-hot body.

The nipple she was coaxing was ready to break through the silky material of the swimsuit. Darcy whimpered at the overstimulation. Sudden sensitivity brought on from her touch left her feeling every movement of air past it. The nub tingled, but Luna continued her gentle rubbing, just as she did along her slit. She needed more. Luna traded hands, bringing up slick fingers to toy with her opposite nipple.

She caught her own eyes widening in shock at the sight of her wetness on her mate’s hand. She was leaking. Mirror Darcy’s mouth had popped open. Luna chuckled into her ear.

The new fingers digging between her lips were far more eager. They sought out her clit immediately and stroked the tip in the lightest of circles. Darcy jumped in her arms, bumping back against her chest with a weak moan. The soft mounds of Luna’s breasts cushioned her head and Darcy fought the urge to turn her face and bury it between them. She refrained, but everything she did seemed to encourage Luna anyway. She traced her most sensitive spot in slightly rougher strokes. Darcy rolled her hips down onto the invading digits. Now she was definitely encouraging her.

Darcy was panting softly. Little whining noises slipped out in between her breaths. Mirror Darcy watched her with flushed cheeks and bleary eyes.

The touch intensified, dragging over her warm core and pressing into her clit over and over. Darcy’s thighs were forced to part further around her huge hand. Wet noises began to come from her ministrations, quiet enough that only the pair could hear. Darcy's slick had soaked the swimsuit to the point of soft squelching sounds. She attempted to turn her face away again at the sound, but Luna pushed it back with her temple and nibbled her ear gently in silent reprimand.

Luna's thumb took full ownership of her clit while the other four fingers explored deeper and lower. She watched the muscles in her forearm flex as she worked at her. If she had just a little less dignity, she’d beg her never to stop. Luna's thumb suddenly pressed so firmly into her clit that she squeaked, hands finally jerking off of the mirror to scrabble onto her mate’s upper arms for support. She squirmed against her, driving her fingers further into the crease of her.

Luna broke the silence suddenly. “Isn’t my mate beautiful? Look at her.”

Darcy’s eyes snapped up. The girl in the mirror looked nothing like Darcy felt or Luna described. She was tearful and quaking, almost as though in fear. She clutched her soul-mate’s shirt wretchedly with fragile fingers. Barely able to cope with the overwhelming sensations. She was so close to the edge of something. She could no longer tell if it would be good or bad, only that it was coming on fast.

“You’re always so cute, Darcy. Right now, you’re so sexy I could just bite you.”

The fantasy of her biting her. Marking her. Claiming her. It was too much. Something spilled over inside of her and it was only a well-timed mouth covering from Luna’s palm that kept her cry from being heard throughout the whole shop. Darcy's fingers bunched in her shirt and her legs bowed, wracked with trembles. Luna's fingers slipped back and forth over her messily as she rode out the catastrophic orgasm. Darcy's eyes watered and she threw her head back against her. Luna held her up until all of her bunched muscles suddenly released in one breath. Darcy slumped against her. She would have hit the ground, had Luna not caught her around the waist and lowered her into her lap.

She dropped into a cross-legged seat on the floor and twisted Darcy to face her. Darcy flopped forward and panted into her neck weakly. She was exhausted. Luna stroked her back with feather-light touches and nuzzled her cheek into her hair.

After a few minutes of pooling all of her energy, Darcy managed to drag herself from her lap and lean back against the mirror wearily. Her eyes were only half open, but she could still see how red Luna’s neck and cheeks had become. Her mate was watching her with soft eyes, hunger dampened for now.

Luna pitched forward, leaning over her suddenly, but Darcy didn’t have the energy to question or give her a cheeky kick. Luna licked her lips and Darcy’s insides clenched. She ripped the tag from the swimsuit and the noise of the snapping plastic ricocheted through Darcy’s addled mind. Luna stood up with the rectangular piece of card in her hand. Darcy blinked a few times as reality hit her. She gave Luna a curious look.

“I’m going to go pay for this,” she explained.

“W-wait, what will you say-”

“I’ll say it got a hole poked in it while you were trying it on,” she answered slowly. “And I want to pay for it like a good samaritan.” Luna added a stern order, “You wait here and rest.”

Darcy nodded dazedly. Luna’s orders were so easy to obey today.

“I’ll be back to help you out of it soon,” she added. She couldn’t restrain her smirk before she left.

A bolt of energy hit Darcy. She couldn’t let Luna see her naked. That was a step too far, even for a day filled with stretched boundaries. As soon as the curtain had slumped back into place, she began to wriggle out of the sticky suit.

It was already dripping, so there seemed no harm in using it to wipe herself up a little more. When she was almost dry again, she tucked the wet section into the centre and folded the rest of the garment around it.

Feeling the clock ticking at her back, she hopped into the nearest bikini she had lined up. It was pink, with a watermelon pattern, and faux ties that stuck out like cartoon ribbons. Surprisingly, it fit really well. It covered all of her delicates, and a little extra with high-waisted bottoms and chunky straps on the top. Darcy was admiring herself in the mirror when Luna returned.

“You changed,” she said. A limp carrier bag was dangling from her arm.

Darcy hummed in affirmation and spun on the spot to face her properly.

“What do you think? It’s cute but not childish, fits well but it doesn’t cling-”

“Sounds like you’ve found the one!” Luna said with a bright grin.

“But what do you think?” she repeated shyly.

“I love it. You somehow look even more adorable than usual. I also like that the bottoms are so high waisted.” Luna pinged the waistband playfully.

Darcy shrugged. “Skimpy isn’t really my style.”

“You could have fooled me.” Her golden eyes flashed with the return of her hungry gaze for just a moment.

Darcy’s face flamed.

“Where’s the black one?” she asked.

Darcy scooped the folded pile from the floor, but didn’t place it into her outstretched palm.

“It needs to be washed,” she said awkwardly. Holding it out in front of her felt like holding a nude photo out.

Luna smiled salaciously. “It will get washed.”

“When?”

“After I get home.”

“How soon after you get home?”

“Very.”

Darcy squinted at her and pinched her lips.

“Don’t do anything creepy with it,” she said slowly, handing over the scrunched black material.

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” she cooed. Luna stuffed the damp parcel into the plastic bag the cashier must have given her. “Actually, I probably will dream about you wearing it. That was hot as fuck.”

“Okay, now I feel uncomfortable.” Darcy shooed her with her hands. “Get out.”

Luna laughed, but obliged.