Gwyn finally stands up to Merrill, one that leads to steamy confessions
Merrill sat at her desk in her office, writing away when she heard a knock at the door. A few seconds later, the office door opened, revealing Gwyn.
Merrill barely glanced up at her, but it was enough to notice how flushed Gwyn looked.
“What is it now, Gwyn? Have you come to annoy me once again?” Merrill asked, her tone as flat as ever.
Gwyn’s face reddened at the question. She opened her mouth, then closed it again, as though debating whether responding was a good idea.
“No. I just came to ask if you needed any help with your research. I did some digging in my spare time and thought I might share my notes with you,” Gwyn said as she moved closer to Merrill’s desk.
Without waiting for an answer, she took a seat directly across from her.
Merrill stopped writing midway through a sentence and fixed Gwyn with a hard, cold stare, silently asking who had given her permission to sit.
Gwyn leaned forward and stared right back into Merrill’s eyes. She pulled out her notes, a book, and a pen.
As she began writing, she asked, “Do you ever get tired of being a cold bitch, Merry?”
A low growl escaped Merrill as she bared her fangs. Rising swiftly from her chair, she moved gracefully toward Gwyn and leaned in until only a few inches separated them.
“I am your superior, not one of your little Valkyrie soldiers. Got it?” Merrill snarled. “And do not call me that ridiculous name ever again.”
Gwyn smiled slowly, her eyes drifting briefly to Merrill’s lips.
“Hmm, I think not, Merry. I think I’ll call you whatever I want, whenever I want. Got it?” Gwyn replied, her tone both challenging and playful.
Merrill gasped as Gwyn stood, bringing them eye to eye.
Gwyn slipped an arm around Merrill’s waist and pulled her closer. Merrill’s body tensed as she searched for words, clearly intending to push her away.
Instead, Gwyn pressed a gentle kiss to her lips.
Merrill gasped into the kiss.
For a brief moment, she found herself pulling Gwyn closer, closing the remaining distance between them. Gwyn took advantage of the opportunity, deepening the kiss.
The moment ended when Merrill abruptly pushed Gwyn away, stumbling backward as though she’d been burned.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing, Gwyn?” Merrill shouted, covering her lips and taking several steps back. “You should know your place!”
Gwyn smirked and followed her until Merrill fell onto the couch in the corner of the office.
Now seated, Merrill glared up at her, her expression a mixture of anger, frustration, and something she refused to name.
Gwyn approached slowly, never breaking eye contact.
“What are you doing, Gwyn?” Merrill asked quietly, unable to look away from Gwyn’s teal eyes.
Gwyn stopped directly in front of her and leaned down.
“I know exactly where I belong,” she whispered.
Merrill’s gaze traveled over Gwyn’s face as silence settled between them.
“I am taking what I want,” Gwyn continued. “And what I want is you, Merrill. So, for once in your life, stop talking and let us have this moment.”
For a long moment, neither of them moved.
Then Merrill let out a shaky breath as Gwyn remained close, their foreheads nearly touching.
Gwyn slipping her fingers inside of Merrill tight cunt, feeling her wetness around her fingers. The loud wet gushing sound of Merrill cunt filling the room.
The tension between them stretched tight as a bowstring, neither willing to retreat first.
“Oh, gods, Gwyn…” Merrill whispered.
Gwyn smiled faintly, her hand pumping Merrill’ cunt faster than the last strokes. Gwyn dropping to her knees and spreading Merrill legs apart, lifting her gown up and sliding her panties to the side.
Pushing her tongue deep inside Merrill cunt making her moan out loud, eyes watery from the pleasures Gwyn was giving to her.
Gwyn’s tongue showed no mercy, drinking in every reaction from Merrill as she lost herself in the overwhelming pleasure.
“Mmmmmm, please don’t stop, Gwyn. Yes!” Merrill cried, her voice growing louder by the second.
Fingers pumping faster into Merrill greedy cunt, tongue flicking vigorously over Merrill clit, tongue swirling around the small bud. Seeing stars as Merrill is so close to a sweet release.
She hadn’t expected any of this to happen. Without a second thought, Merrill cast a glamour over the room to keep the sounds from carrying beyond her office. Clotho was certainly going to demand answers later, but at the moment, Merrill couldn’t bring herself to care.
Gwyn’s relentless attention pushed Merrill over the edge once again. Overcome, Merrill grabbed Gwyn and pulled her into a deep kiss. Their tongues tangled as they moaned into each other’s mouths.
Merrill took control of the kiss, refusing to surrender completely.
“I still hate you, and this changes nothing between us,” Merrill said breathlessly, staring into Gwyn’s eyes.
Before Gwyn could answer, Merrill kissed her again.
Gwyn pulled away with a small smile.
“I don’t think you hate me,” she said softly. “I think you like me, and you hate that. I think you want to hate me, but you can’t, so you treat me terribly to make yourself feel better.”
She held Merrill’s gaze without flinching. Gwyn wasn’t entirely sure how long she’d had feelings for Merrill, but there was no pretending otherwise anymore.
To Gwyn’s surprise, Merrill smiled—a genuine, beautiful smile.
“I rebuke that negative energy, little dove,” Merrill replied with a laugh.
Before Gwyn could respond, Merrill flipped them over.
“Lies,” Gwyn muttered, pouting.
Merrill pinned Gwyn’s arms above her head and leaned close to her ear.
“Maybe. Maybe not. The world may never know.”
“Now lie back and let me take care of you, baby. I want to taste that sweet sweet cunt of yours.”
The words alone drew a moan from Gwyn.
The tension between them finally broke as they gave themselves fully to the moment, neither willing to hold back anymore.
Merrill slurps as she sticks her tongue deep inside Gwyn tight rear hole, running the flat of her tongue through Gwyn slit and flicking her tongue slowly, as she plays with Gwyn clit on her tongue.
“Merrill, gods, yes! Don’t stop!” Gwyn cried. Cumming hard and fast, Gwyn fingers digging in Merrill scalp as she pulls her closer in her cunt. Merrill cleaning Gwyn juices up, pulls herself up to kiss Gwyn deeply and slowly.
Gwyn and Merrill continue to pull orgasms out of each other for the next few hours.
Their names became a constant refrain, each lost in the other.
Eventually, they collapsed together, breathless and exhausted.
Gwyn reached up and captured Merrill’s lips in a tender kiss.
“There really is no going back now,” she whispered.
“You ruined me, Merr. You really did.”
Merrill deepened the kiss before resting her forehead against Gwyn’s.
“Yeah,” she said quietly. “You ruined me too, little dove.”
For a moment, neither spoke.
Gwyn groaned and covered her face with both hands.
With a wave of magic, they disappeared from the office and reappeared in Merrill’s room, landing on the bed in a tangle of limbs and laughter.
“Let’s see how much sleep we’re willing to sacrifice tonight,” Merrill teased.
“This time, I’ll glamour the room,” Gwyn replied, laughing despite the blush spreading across her face.
Thinking about the questions they would face tomorrow only made her blush harder.
For now, however, neither of them cared.
a/n: this is one of my first stories / lesbo stories at that so please be nice, comment and share let me know what you think :) more to come!
