the revenge of Tuesday night

[tezcatl-ipoca.livejournal.com]

Further to this: after nearly causing a riot in the Whitechapel, Iblis, Wanda and Tez have headed back to the tower for a little light frolicking.... NSFW all the way.


By the time she reaches ten, the distraction is growing...intense. She runs her cool hand over my ass, and I flinch in expectation of a slap that doesn't come.

"Such a pretty ass. You made it well. Perhaps I should fuck it."

I don't mean to open my mouth in a voiceless moan against Wanda's crotch, to spread my legs wider and push back towards him, shameless and inviting. Oh, please. Wanda's tongue is still working at me, and the moan becomes an audible groan. I'm not sure which of them it is who laughs.

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[mistresswanda.livejournal.com]

"Put your hands behind your back, and spread your legs,"

I shiver and do as I am bid, remembering this game well and the times Kent and I switched. My hand's are bound behind my back with leather cuffs and I sigh with pleasure when she tongues my nipple.

The ankles come next, and by the time Tammy is done, I am exposed and helpless. I look at her imploringly, wanting her hands or mouth...

I get a feather. I whimper in frustration, but there is precious little I can do, bound as I am. I try to move my hips, try to offer more to her... but she continues, the tickling light caress pf the feather maddening as it trails over my thighs, my stomach, my hips, my breasts...

I am sighing and trembling and I can feel the wetness at my clit, feel the ache, the urge for more, dammit! More!

"Tammy... Tammy... please?" I ask softly, prettily. "I want to feel you."

[al-shairan.livejournal.com]

"I want to feel you."

I smile up at Wanda, and I trail my tongue up the inside of her thigh.

"Like this?" I say. The inside of her thighs are damp, and I lick the juices and then bite the soft flesh at the top of her thighs. "Tell me how much you want it, if you want my mouth here," I say, letting one fingertip rest against her slit.

[mistresswanda.livejournal.com]

"Like this?"

Thank FUCK she forgets the feather, but her tongue is still too light, still not enough. I reminds me of a kitten lapping at cream. My hands strain against leather, longing to be free and to tangle in that mass of black hair, to force her face between my legs and hold her there...

"Tell me how much you want it, if you want my mouth here," I look down at her, all pale beauty with her smug attitude, knowing full well that I not only want her, but that I will beg for it. "I told you I could see you as the dominant, Tammy." I say softly smiling down at her. She moves her fingertip ever so slightly, and a ragged gasp escapes my lips. My control it seems is at and end, and I want her so badly I could weep.

"Please Tammy..." I whimper, looking down at her with lust glazed eyes. "I have though about this since you zipped up my dress tonight. All I want is to feel your tongue against me, inside me... I want you to suck my cunt until I am screaming, oh please! Please! I want you so badly I could scream! Please fuck me with your mouth pretty girl, please....!"

[al-shairan.livejournal.com]

Wanda begs very prettily, practically quivering with desire, slavishly asking for my assistance. It makes me shiver. I do very much like being craved.

"Then scream all you want, darling," I say with a smile, and I finally move my mouth to her mound. I kiss the soft red hair at first, and then my tongue laps along the outside of her folds, which are already slick and swollen with desire, and then at last I push my tongue inside her...

[mistresswanda.livejournal.com]

I throw back my head and cry out in pleasure when her mouth finally caresses my sex and her tongue pushes up into me. "Oh yes! Fuck, yes!" I moan, trying to move with her mouth, grinding against her lips.

It's maddening, only being able to stand here as she fucks me with her mouth, Citali languid and sated, sprawled out along a pillow at watching us through hooded eyes.

My legs are shaking, and I don't know how long I shall be able to stand this sweet torment. My breath is ragged in my throat, and my head thrashes from side to side as Tammy draws this out, keeping me close to the edge of orgasm, but not quite there, not quite yet...
"Pleaseeeeeee.... use your teeth..." I whine, trembling and near faint. "Harder... more... I want... I want..." My voice is high, almost hysterical as I beg the woman between my legs for release.

[al-shairan.livejournal.com]

Wanda's legs are trembling hard as I delve inside her, and so I put my hands on the back of her thighs to keep her upright.

"Pleaseeeeeee.... use your teeth...Harder... more... I want... I want..."

Her voice is a high-pitched whine, and at last I relent. I move my mouth to her clit, lapping at it with my tongue, and then I suck it between my teeth, pressing my face hard against her. I move one hand to her lower back, and the other moves up between her legs, two fingers sliding inside her as I continue to graze her with my teeth, sucking and releasing.

[mistresswanda.livejournal.com]

My cries become incoherent when she suckles me, and I would have collapsed by now if Tammy were not keeping me upright. My hands, bound behind me, grasp at the tiny wrist pressed against the small of my back. It is the only contact I have, the only way I can touch her...

Tammy penetrates me with her fingers, and that's it, there is no way I can hold back now, not that I want to. She sucks my clit between her teeth, grazing the engorged pearl as her fingers push up and curl in---

I am screaming when I climax. Screaming and shaking and stars dance in my vision as wave after wave of pleasure crashes into me and I quiver in her arms....

[tezcatl-ipoca.livejournal.com]

I curl on the cushions, sated and sore, and watch them. How readily she gives herself over to him...oh, Wanda, do you even begin to understand what it is you're doing to yourself?

And as for him...well sodomised, indeed. I remember the first time this form of his and I fuck; I suppose she's returned the favour.

Wanda is dramatic when she comes, screaming and shaking. So different, this lack of inhibition, from what I've seen in her before. I understand how well he breaks one down, but I wonder: is this what draws her to him, this release of control?

This marriage will prove interesting indeed. For however long she lasts.

[al-shairan.livejournal.com]

Wanda climaxes with violent enthusiasm, almost collapsing. I hold her upright easily, and I rock back on my heels and look up at her flushed face and smile. Then I release her wrists and ankles, and lead her over to the cushions where Citali is lying.

"Gosh, that was fun." I give them both a wide eyed smile. I kiss Wanda lightly, and then repeat the gesture with Tez. It is almost strange, having Tez involved in this performance. It feels different, fucking him like this. But he has played his part well, and the game has been entertaining indeed.

[tezcatl-ipoca.livejournal.com]

He brings Wanda over and kisses us both. "Gosh, that was fun."

I reach up and stroke his face fondly. "It was. And you were quite the pretty pair. I shall think of it, you can be sure, when you marry." I give them both a sharp smile. I shall indeed.

[mistresswanda.livejournal.com]

I end up on the pillows close to Tammy. Not sure how I got here, a little light headed after all the alcohol and the endorphin rush. The cushions are plush, and the room is warm from the fire and I am sated and content.

"Gosh, that was fun." I chuckle as Tammy kisses me, and grin. "Fun..." I echo and run my hand over her side.

"It was. And you were quite the pretty pair. I shall think of it, you can be sure, when you marry." And leave it to her to kill the sex high I was on. Her smile is sharp and my eyes narrow a bit in response, but my smile stretches to match hers. "Funny that, for I won't be thinking of you at all." I say sweetly, then pull Tammy down to lie between us. I may have to share, I amy even allow myself to fall into sex with both of them....
doesn't mean I have to like the bitch.

[al-shairan.livejournal.com]

Wanda is rarely happy for very long, her good mood easily spoiled. It suits me, of course; why would I want a wife who was happy?

"Girls, girls," I tut indulgently. "There is quite enough of me to go around." I smile. I like back against the pillows, and I think of how close the wedding night is, and my thighs grow slick again. Oh, it is going to be a most interesting affair indeed. I am most exhilarated to see the next act of this play.

[tezcatl-ipoca.livejournal.com]

She takes it as an insult, of course, and I roll my eyes. "Girls, girls," he says, "there is quite enough of me to go around." I rest my head quietly against the pale shoulder, because I don't need to fight her, not over him. What does she have, after all, except these moments of sexual pleasure? And, soon, the cost of them will be higher than she can begin to imagine.