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THE AFTER PARTY

Darcy hesitated in Luna’s en suite. The silky black swimsuit clung to her warm skin. It felt silly to have showered off the chlorine from Luna’s pool party, dried herself, and then put a new swimsuit on. One that would never see the water. It fit as perfectly as before, showcasing every dip and curve of her form. The deep cut-outs in the material displayed the slightest tan lines where her bikini had been earlier.

Luna was on the other side of the door, waiting for her. It felt as though she could sense her body on the other side. A heat signal calling to her through the wood. When she unlocked the bathroom door, she could have sworn she heard a short intake of breath.

She peeked out and Luna pounced.

Hands snatched at her, using the holes in the swimsuit as handles to drag her closer. Nervous giggles burst from her.

“Luna!” she gasped.

“Darcy!” Luna mimicked her tone with a laugh. Oversized hands were all over her and she wriggled in her grip, feigning attempted escape.

With each step backwards, Darcy was pulled closer to her bed. The heat was back, burning her cheeks and throat in anticipation. Before Luna turned to climb atop the mattress, she snatched Darcy by the waist and she squealed. Hefted over Luna’s shoulder, she was carried up with her.

When she dropped her to the bed she bounced once against it, a quiet laugh fell out of her mouth before she could hold it back. Her soul-mate really was just a playful puppy.

Luna’s face hooked over hers, gold eyes glittering. Infectious and impish grin pointed at her. Darcy smiled back timidly. There was a permanent undercurrent of expectation and anticipation. Of just how far they would go tonight. She would let Luna lead, for now.

“You’re my favourite present.” Her voice was husky. “Wrapped up perfectly,” she added, twanging her finger at the seam around one of her thighs. Darcy jumped when it hit her skin.

“I did get you a present,” Darcy blurted.

Luna blinked twice. Confused at the subject change.

“It’s in my bag,” she whispered. “I forgot about it after… this morning.”

A grin split Luna’s face, a big dopey one that gave Darcy the urge to pinch her cheeks.

“What did you get me?” she asked. There was childish excitement sparkling in her expression.

Darcy rolled her eyes with a mock sigh. “You have to unwrap it to find out.”

“I’ll put it on my to-do list, right after I unwrap you.”

With a crooked finger, she peeled the crotch of the swimsuit to one side, exposing Darcy’s most delicate parts. The room was warm, the typical temperature for a summer evening, but Luna’s breath over her wet folds brought a shiver to her.

Darcy twisted her face away into the pillow beneath her. The silence was too much to bear as her soul-mate looked over her. She didn’t know what to expect next-

Wide and wet, Luna’s tongue dragged over her slit, catching her clit with the tip. A sinking sensation. The soft bedding enveloping her as she writhed against it. Thumbs pressed the innermost corners of her thighs outwards, opening her slowly as she ate. The tongue lapped at her, flicking her clit with every stroke. Darcy whined. Her feet kicked at the sheets without her order. Her body unable to contain the pleasure.

Darcy rolled her hips. Silently begging for more. And more. And-

Her body faltered. Luna’s tongue was pushing into her and her fingers grinding against her clit. Darcy’s mouth fell open on an empty scream. Her thighs shook violently either side of Luna’s head. Her back arched up off the bed for a few seconds. And then she was coming back down, from the climax and back down onto the sheets.

Enormous hands wrapped almost entirely around her waist and lifted her from the blankets. She squeaked and grabbed at the wrists. Luna hadn’t given her even a moment to recover her senses.

“What-”

“Sit on my face,” Luna growled.

Darcy’s thighs quivered. She swallowed and hoped she didn’t hear it.

Flipped onto her back, Luna lowered Darcy over her mouth. The headboard was just close enough for her to clutch with curled fingers, steadying herself while her knees slid apart.

Luna’s tongue paved a fresh trail between her lips, layering her scent marker into Darcy’s deepest crease as though anyone would fight her for the territory. She rounded her lips into an ‘o’ shape and sucked the tip of her clit until Darcy screamed. Her body shuddered above her, barely fighting off a second orgasm. Luna widened her mouth again, returning to the broad and long strokes of her tongue, covering all available areas. A rhythm took hold of Darcy, rocking her hips and grinding down onto her mouth without the strength to hold back.

“W-wait,” she managed to gasp.

Luna hummed questioningly against her, but her tongue didn’t relent in its lapping.

Darcy gripped the headboard and hoisted herself up, dragging her knees inwards until they clasped Luna’s ears. Her mate reluctantly released her mouth from her skin with a groan.

“I want-” Darcy panted, resting her forehead on her hands for a moment. “I want to face the other way.”

Without hesitation, Luna took her thighs in her hands, lifting her like a barbell. When she dropped her back onto her lips, her view had shifted to the other end of the bed. Luna’s tongue dug its path back inside of her and she squealed, the new angle had her fluttering around the wet muscle.

On trembling hands, she crawled her upper body down Luna’s. Face an inch from her perfect golden skin. Occasionally swiping her abs with her nose. The distance was too far to her goal, though. Their bodies were comically mismatched in size. Luna’s bikini bottoms were close enough for her to trace her fingers along the waistband, but not enough for her mouth to take her like she was taking her.

Silently, she strained forward with futile attempts to extend her spine. Teeth nipped her inner thighs, kissing their way around her cunt roughly.

“Luna,” she moaned. She kicked her feet against the headboard and tried once more to reach her bikini bottoms. This time, she understood.

As Luna suddenly sat up, she brought Darcy’s hips with her and let her feet dangle at her sides. The more acutely she tilted down her head, the closer Darcy came to the mound pressing against her bikini. Inviting her to taste. Head down and ass up, she was finally able to push down the waistband and free the pussy waiting for her.

Luna groaned against her slit in loud relief. It tickled her throbbing lips.

The slit was glistening, pointed right at her where Luna had curled her hips up.

She gave herself a moment to prepare and took the clit between her lips. With zero experience or education, Darcy simply started sucking. Her fingers pried Luna’s inner lips open and stroked through the wetness, gathering it and spreading it everywhere.

The hands holding her steady at the thighs suddenly squeezed the flesh of her ass so hard she cried out, Luna’s clit popping from her mouth.

“G-gentle,” Darcy begged. Luna moaned in concession against her skin.

Her vulva was dripping with slick and Darcy’s drool. Darcy stretched her neck as far as she could again, covering as much sensitive skin as her mouth could latch onto and Luna’s hips jumped up reflexively.

The rounded top of a finger brushed Darcy’s hole and her body jolted, moaning around the layers of skin in her mouth. Luna pressed it in slowly, never relenting the lathing of her tongue between her folds. The finger dipped deeper and deeper and Darcy’s flailing feet began to curl at the toes. She was so close again.

She pushed two of her own fingers into Luna’s twitching hole, bouncing them roughly and dragging her tongue over her clit in wet licks. If Darcy was on the verge, she should be, too.

Luna’s thighs began to shift and shake against the bedding, and her grip on Darcy’s thigh got tighter and tighter. In her orgasm-addled brain, Darcy hoped for bruises. Signs of her soul-mate’s desire for her left on her body.

Luna’s tongue twisted against her, her fingers plundered into her, and she came. Upside-down, mouth filled with her soul-mates cunt, toes unable to touch the bed. She cried out, squirming and writhing in Luna’s hold. Apparently that was all she needed to pull her soul-mate over the edge, too.

She held the suction of her mouth between Luna’s legs until the beta’s legs stopped shaking.

Luna flopped to her back, yanking Darcy down with her. They panted, side-by-side but top-to-tail.

After what felt like only a few minutes of recuperation, Luna pulled herself up with a groan. She grinned down at Darcy. Her gorgeous golden curls were sweaty. Her eyes were dark and dilated. Her hunger only partly sated for now.

Darcy smiled back weakly. Satisfied. Exhausted.

Luna manhandled her into the middle of the bed, fussed with the blankets and pillows around her. Almost building a nest around her for the night. She pulled off Darcy’s swimsuit and tossed it aside before tucking her in, leaving only her head poking out of the covers. Darcy let herself be taken care of. She was too tired to complain even if she didn’t enjoy Luna’s sweet, soft touch.

“It’s-” She wriggled a little, forcing herself to stay awake just a little longer. “It’s almost midnight.” Her words were slurred, but she knew Luna would understand.

“Hm?” She stroked her fingers through Darcy’s hair, removing her signature clip and placing it carefully on her bedside table. It felt almost too domestic to see it there.

“Your present,” she sighed sleepily. “You need to open it on your birthday.” She frowned at the ceiling.  “It won’t be your birthday anymore…”

She stroked her head again soothingly. “Okay, don’t fuss,” Luna teased. “I’ll open it now. It’s in your bag, right?”

Darcy nodded against the pillow, eyes closed.

The sound of sliding across sheets, thumps on the floor and the rustle of her bag followed. Wrapping paper was torn and she managed to crack open a single weary eye.

Luna was sat cross-legged on the floor, butt-naked, with her back to her. She chuckled at the item in her hands and Darcy grinned to herself.

Now, she could rest.