Amber - 18.5 - NSFW - Non-Essential (Patreon)

An actual Lewd scene. Strangely, despite hating everything else about this sub-arc... I don't entirely hate this?

I don't necessarily think it's good, but it's certainly not as bad as some I've seen. So, there's that. A little sudden but also aphrodesiacs and thirsty teenagers.

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Vivi pushed me back with her kiss, forcing me to the ground and pinning me there as she ravaged my mouth; what she lacked in experience she more than made up in enthusiasm, her hand in my hair pulling me closer and guiding me as she wished. I resisted, a little, but the way she was having her way with me sent an alarming shiver through me.

Our tongues danced, mine all too willing to yield ground as she explored all that she could reach while my hands ran down her body, feeling the contours and curves she hid so shyly.

The fire that had burned within me for hours, never truly fading, began to build once again.

Only, this time it wasn't wrong. It was Vivi.

It was all Vivi.

I moaned unintelligibly into her mouth as her calloused hand slipped below my skirt to caress my thigh, my legs opening wider to let her in. Her hands were still soft but there was a perfect ruggedness to them that said she used them, that she took care of them but they were hands that did things. That she wasn't some dainty little doll.

No, she was Vivi, my red-headed, gorgeous, strong, kind, and amazing best friend. Girlfriend, my girlfriend.

Eagerness, lust, and joy bubbling up within me I tried to mirror her caress, only to mewl in displeasure as I was thwarted by her leggings; undeterred I moved upward and slipped my hand under her shirt, squeezing the firm yet pliant flesh of her hips.

Vivi squeaked in surprise and pulled back, her chest heaving as she gasped for air. I gulped deeply as well, entranced by the sight of the deeply flushed girl above me.

She hadn't gone far enough to leave my touch and I smiled widely as I slowly traced soft circles on her skin, relishing the way she visibly shivered at my touch and her eyes radiated desire. And fear, but as her eyes remained transfixed it was undeniable that she liked what she saw.

"Vivi," I panted, my need for air warring with my need to kiss those precious pouty lips of hers, "Keepers, Vivi, you're gorgeous." I reached up to start unbuttoning her shirt, so very tempted to rip it open.

I didn't, because I made it and it was so good on her, fitting her lithe and fit body so well and hinting and the bust she had, but it was still tempting.

Vivi blushed, a hand clasping mine and stopping me as she turned her head and hid her face behind her hair. It was a little late for embarrassment, but it was still adorable.

"I'm not–"

"You are," I said, sitting up and pulling her back to face me so I could plant a kiss on the tip of her nose. "So pretty."

"But, but I know you like– I'm not girly like you! Like Lorna!" She protested, squirming as she straddled me. Oh keepers, that only made me want her more. I could feel the dampness of my knickers spreading to my thighs, rendering them slicker with every single movement she made. "I'm not, I'm not soft, I don't have a bust– not like Lorna, not like you! I don't even take care of my hair. It's bothersome. If mother let me cut it, I would!"

"And?" I returned to unbuttoning her shirt, ignoring her protests, and ran a hand over her toned and muscled stomach. Her skin was soft and smooth but underneath a wall of muscle; not quite a six-pack but still well-defined abs hiding under a thin veneer of softness. "I like your muscles, Vivi. I like that you're strong, that you could pick me up and carry me away, I like that you're not a girly girl." I giggled happily. I enjoyed sewing, and I enjoyed knitting, but it wasn't my life and embroidery was a bothersome necessity rather than fun. "You don't need to sew, knit, or dress up. I can do that for both of us, I can do that for you."

What would Vivi look like in a slinky black dress? What would she look like in a bunny girl outfit? How would her long legs look in tights?

But such thoughts were a distraction from the girl right in front of me, the girl ducking her head and trying to hide her face as she blushed all the way down her neck and onto her chest from my words.

"And you bust, Vivi?" I trailed my fingers up from her stomach and up to her chest, pushing aside her bralette and cupping one breast gently. Scarcely a handful, even for my small hands, but they still felt heavenly in my hands. As did the soft whines Vivi made as I caressed them. "The perfect size for my little hands to hold, to treasure."

Vivi giggled at my corny line, which I counted as a win.

"As for your hair," I pressed a kiss to the crown of her head as I ran a finger through her soft and luxurious red locks. That I ensured she had. "If you don't want to take care of it, I can do it for you. Wash it," I kissed her cheek, "brush it," her neck, "braid it," her collar bone, "play with it," down her chest, "run my hands through it and make it mine. My Vivi's hair." One last kiss on the top of her breast as it arched out towards me, lingering for a moment as I glanced up to see her face flushed and her eyes clouded. "Would you like that, Vivi?"

It was so much nonsense, yet carried more meaning behind it.

"Yes," She whispered, her voice breathless with desire.

I planted a kiss on her nipple, encapsulating it and suckling gently as I fondled the other.

She shuddered and moaned, shoving a hand into her mouth to stifle the sound as she arched against me and pressed her chest into my eager mouth. The whole affair sent a current straight to my core and I thrust a hand between my legs, flipping my skirt up and forcing my knickers aside so I could caress my folds.

Fuck, Vivi was amazing.

And she came, because of me, because of my words and touch.

I mewled softly into her breast as she slowly came down from her high, only releasing my suckling with an astonishingly lewd-sounding pop as she finished squirming and rested against me. I had to bite my lip to stifle my own moans and gasps as I delved into the outermost reaches of my depths, wet with desire and quivering in anticipation. I didn't want to drive myself there.

My eyes squeezed shut as I imagined Vivi's red hair between my legs, my hands bunched in her hair and holding her there as she lapped at my core, as her fingers drove into me and pushed me over the edge.

The first sign Vivi was ready to go again was her taking my lips again, her tongue reaching inside and drawing a throaty moan from me. A searing kiss that kept going, and going, and going as she undid my corset and worked on the buttons of my shirt, all the while her other hand trailed its way up my thigh, eventually reaching my own, where her fingers brushed against my soaking wet core.

"Gwen?" She asked in a husky whisper.

"Mhmm," I tried to speak, but all that came out was a humming moan filled with need.

"Fuck, Gwen, I did this to you?"

"Mhmm!" I smiled widely as I nodded, "Less talk, more–"

She cut me off kissing me, pushing me all the way to the forest floor once again. Her hand pushed aside mine, eliciting a groan of annoyance for the moment it took for her to take its place.

Her fingers quested briefly, hesitating at the edges before one slipped inside. I gasped loudly at the intrusion.

It wasn't new, I'd done this to myself before of course, but it was so different. So much better. My hips bucked into her hand and I moaned into her lips, feeling her grin of satisfaction as she pinned me down and drew from me more mewls and whines.

"Vivi!"

Her free hand went to my breast and started squeezing and toying, roughly enough to stink and yet send shivers down my spine into the building storm down below.

"Gwen," She murmured, her finger drawing out even as I tried to follow it. "I love you."

With those words her lone finger became two, trusting in deeper, and her thumb found my clit in its shelter. With a single brush against it, a spark of lightning coursed through me.

"Vivi!" I screamed, as my world became an array of dizzying lights, "Keepers, Vivi!"

She silenced me with a kiss and held me there until it all faded away.

As I slowly regained my breath, staring up at the half-naked form of my girlfriend, my Vivi, and the way she looked down on me with such adoration I felt complete and satisfied. Yet.

I licked my lips, which she mirrored.

"Again?" I asked breathlessly.

Vivi nodded solemnly, then dove in for another kiss.