I Know You Feel It; The Shift (Larissa Weems) NSFW
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Usually, once you and Larissa got going, nothing short of Armageddon could pry the 2 of you apart. But you'd been considering something for some time. You just couldn't bring up something sexual when you weren't in the bed.
But, now you were. You hovered over the pliant blonde laying on her back. One of your legs was trapped between hers, grinding upward into where she needed it most. You felt, just on the other side of the wetness spread all along your thigh, her throbbing core. It wept more and more for you as your thumb rotated against her clit. Your lips and tongue closed around her nipple, smirking at the sounds falling from her lips.
Larissa had no control over herself, her hips bucking wildly as she chased her relief. You wanted to ease up to have this conversation, but if she agreed, edging her was a poor idea. You bore down on the shapeshifter's bundle of wound nerves. Her voice rose 5 octaves, but cut off halfway through. You worked her through her orgasm, apparently bringing her higher halfway based on the next 3 octaves. You hoped the dogs couldn't hear her. Bringing her down was easy, speaking lowly and touching her face softly. Your thumb grazed her bottom lip, spreading her own slick like a lip gloss.
You trailed your fingers - the dry ones - down her blonde hair, awing that you had the privilege of witnessing the woman before you.
Eventually, Larissa's eyes uncrossed enough to open and she frowned in concern. "Did I do something wrong?"
You frowned in your own horrified concern.
"You never stop after 2."
You did have a habit of overstimulating her when she was, for once, under you. "No, no. I just wanted to talk about something with you."
Larissa tried to scoot back to sit up, but her jello legs refused to obey. "You want to talk during sex time." She looked around for something to grab onto. "I did something."
You laughed, cupping her face to still her. "You're so much like your students." You kissed her, further smearing her tarnished make-up. "You did nothing wrong. I just have an idea." You savored the taste of her lust, sucking on your fingers.
That shut your sequoia up. You had many-a bedroom idea, and most of them left Larissa panting.
You bit your bottom lip out of nervousness, even as Larissa's gaze burned a hole through you. "I-" You twirled some of her wrecked blonde locks, your spit keeping them curled. Funny, for someone who'd thought about this conversation so much, you were unprepared to start it.
Larissa reached up now to cup your cheeks. "What is it, darling?" she asked kindly, though her face showed her excitement.
"You're a shapeshifter," you blurted out.
Her over-worked features lost all excitement, enthusiasm, all positivity. She laid back, entirely despondent. If you didn't know Larissa, you'd have missed the tell-tale signs of her tears. Her face turned away from you. "Who do you want me to become?" she asked flatly.
Rage boiled up in you. Usually, her trauma left you enraged at the perpetrator, but she really doubted you. Your fingers closed around her throat, holding hard. "The only person I intend to see in my bed is already in it," you growled out. She looked at you again, sapphire eyes wide at your display. "And if you haven't figured that out by now, I'm in the wrong relationship. You clearly don't know me so we shouldn't even be in a relationship, hmm?"
Those eyes so hard and cold in the daylight were regretful and horny now. She was terribly shocked by your actions and helplessly turned on.
Your eyes had a fire of their own in them, as you took over wearing the pants between you two.
"No..." Larissa whimpered out, sounding weaker and more pathetic than you'd ever seen her.
"No?" you asked in a still pissed off tone. You slammed your hand against her wet cunt. She jolted and let out a whine. "I came to you. Swallowed my embarrassment." You followed the turned head so you were all she saw despite how she writhed. You were still slapping her clit, again and again, which likely caused her disobedient movement, but your vision tunneled onto her hurt face and her 1st conclusion. "Had the words, and you... assumed. You hurt me. With that. Thinking the worst. Of me." You pinched and circled her clit tortuously before returning to your slaps. "I wanted you pretty clit into a big cock, but no." You turned her face away from you at the stunned and turned on gasp. "But you... guessed. Guessed what I wanted. Guessed.... another face." Tears leaked down her splotchy face at the extreme ecstasy you provided via your offended outlash. "Thought I wanted a face-" you moved your head to lay it on the pillow besides hers and faced her squeezing her throat harder (the puddle in your palm grew) "my face covered with someone else's." You growled through your disgusted expression.
Larissa was wrong. She had been very wrong; wrong, wrong, wrong. Her mind couldn't pull itself together and hold the thoughts to get past that simple conclusion. She wanted to do something to make it up to you because you were right. She'd jumped the gun and assumed the worst. And you'd always been the best of her. Your patience got through many of her insecurities and your compassion had been one of the miracles that drew her in. Now, you had neither and she'd never been wetter. It appeared she only wanted to be respected in the streets. Still, she tried to concentrate, even as you took your frustrations out on her. And that made it so much harder. You wanted one more orgasm from her.
When you corrected your stance, stretching straight, she focused her thoughts and her power to alter herself. You didn't even notice the change. Despite the urge to reciprocate your treatment, this was an apology. She reached up, taking your face with one hand and the other went down. She reached up your skirt worn just for her, and pushed her panties aside. She hummed low in her throat and felt her domm energy coming back. "I'm sorry," she admitted.
You scoffed, reached down to halt her via her wrist. "You're so- ha!" you had to cut yourself off.
Despite the hold on your wrist, you held no power over the Headmistress. Her sure fingers stretched out and felt all of your slick. You'd been thinking about the idea for a few days and a consequence had been you were always turned on. All you had to do was see Larissa.
She didn't have the arm power to apply much pressure with her touch, but she hardly needed any strength to make you weak. As she mindlessly explored, you canted into her fingers. You gasped and tried to maintain your position and put more strength behind your anger. However, righteous as it was, it was slipping. Her fingertips spread your lower lips and you heard the wet sound. "You're so wet from getting me off."
You gritted your teeth, trying to cling to your control, and the emotion that put you in control. "There was also an idea; not sure if you recall, that mighta-"
The hand on your face moved to your hip and the hand you held moved somewhere you could neither see nor feel, despite your continued hold. You were pulled down in an instant and filled even quicker. You came to the very abrupt conclusion that Larissa had followed through with your idea and that was the source of this fabulous burn. You were full, stretched, and warm. Your heart was in your throat and your breaths came in quick.
"You're wet enough," Larissa deduced. "That was very easy," she mocked you. Both hands clamped your hips, pulling you forward. You gasped from your core. She brought you up and jerked her hips back. They snapped back up as you came back down. A few expletives fell from your lips as breathless pants. She found several easy rhythms, switching between them all. You stared into her delighted eyes the entire time, watching every reaction to your every noise. She made you bounce, rock, she spin inside you, grinding your hips together. Her new cock head nudged your g-spot every time she rotated into you, sinking deeper. Eventually, she stuck to the two of you working together to bring you up and Larissa using her considerable strength to slam you back down. Every time she did so, you let out a yelp.
You felt like a beach, heavy with sand, wave after wave piling up in your brain; connected to something much bigger which wished to overwhelm you. You, rather embarrassingly, squalled as she bared her thumb against your clit, similarly to how you'd done her earlier. "Puh-please, La-" you cut yourself off again and whined as the building waves crashed. You tensed and fell against Larissa, riding out the shockwaves. You could have drifted to another continent, but the blonde was holding you tight, anchoring you to her when your endless patience finally ran out. You hummed as a new set of shocks jolted through you, an involuntary response to Larissa's wet warmth filling you.
You were panting when your mind became your own again.
The blonde cradling you shook her head. "You didn't need to beg. I'm sorry. I should have believed in you. You've never given me reason to doubt you."
"If doubt were logical, it would be certainty."
The blonde looked down at you. "If you're having such logical thought, I clearly didn't do my job right. I'm also sorry that's all I've got."
You rolled off the woman, still breathing hard. "You had 3, in 30 minutes. You're allowed a break." You laughed.
Larissa rolled over to lay half-way on top of you. She was breathing just as hard as you, body returned to its natural state, including a developing bruise on her neck. She kissed your collarbone and whispered to your already spent form, "I love you."