a big thing i think would be barring sal from starting estrogen and exploring the idea of womanhood more is the fact that he doesn't feel like he could be pretty enough to be a girl because of his face. it's something he feels completely barred from because, in his mind, nobody could ever see something so ugly as a real girl. he very specifically has been made to feel like an inhuman monster because of his face, but womanhood in particular is a kind of humanity he feels specifically barred from because he's terrified he could never meet the impossible standards of womanhood he holds in his mind.
What are the trans ladies thoughts on getting a titjob, especially lady dimitrescu cuzzz y know
I mean.. do you mean like getting their boobs done, or Reader letting the ladies titty fuck them? 👀👀👀 If it's the latter, I honestly have no idea who'd be able to handle Alcina's, tbh 👀🤣 Like, ma'am 😳 Tho, now I am having some ✨thoughts ✨ ahem 👀 I feel like all in all most of them would enjoy that, tho. I mean.. how could you not? 👀 Bela might be too on the reserved side, actually, and Donna a bit too shy, but I feel the rest would be like:
if you're accepting prompts... i havent been able to get the thought out of my head of giving sal a bj and her getting lost in the moment and fucking the readers face a little. btw the way you write her is top tier, just immaculate.
Oooh yes, I am always according prompts, dear. Especially for Sal 👀 And aaaaa thank you so much! I do try 😊♥️
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The way she moaned as you took the length of her into your mouth - head fallen back and a slight bite to her bottom lip. A curtain of inky grey cascading down her shoulders as she spread her legs for you a little more.
"Aye.. jus' like tha', luv."
You smirked from your place on your knees, looking up at her as you swirled your tongue around the base of her shaft once before sucking on it deeply. Her whole body immediately tensing at the movement.
"Always so good for me, hm?" You chuckled before licking the tip.
"Hush, luv." She growled, sending an ungodly heat across your body.
"Mh.. make me-"
Within seconds her hands were in your hair, fingers tangled around softened locks as she pulled you further down, forcing her womanhood to the back of your throat. But you knew two could play at that game - having little to no gag reflex you willed a swallow around the tip of her, pulling a deep moan from her body.
"F-fuck, luv."
You wondered if she could feel the smirk that curled around both your lips and the width of her. Your hand coming to the base of her shaft to mimick the eager motions of your mouth. Up and down, quicker then slower. Her cock hard against your tongue and already starting to twitch with each suck.
And oh, how badly you wanted to praise her. To tell her how beautiful she was and bring that dusting of pink across her cheeks. But your lover had made sure that you couldn't. With her fingers firm within your hair and her hips thrusting into you, matching your movements oh so perfectly.
Each thrust bringing her closer and closer to the edge. Droplets of her desire seeping out and coating your tongue with her taste. You couldn't help but moan into her - to whimper at just her taste - the vibration of it trickling down the length of her shaft and forcing an almost violent twitch against the roof of your mouth.
"Don't stop, luv. I-"
Like you could ever, or even want to. With her sweet sounds and intoxication taste that threatened to take over you. Your hand firm around her cock, pumping it hard with each intulgent suck that you gifted her. With each swirl of your tongue and every lick that only seemed to pulled more and more breathless cries from her lips.
And when she finally came, with her hips bucking into you and her hot desire spilling down your throat, you still didn't stop. Remaining on your knees until every last drop trickled out from her. Until she was too breathless to speak and her womanhood finally fell limp in you mouth.
A single wipe to your chin and smirk across your lips as you stood to look at her.
Reactions of all the Ladies to Reader saying they don't have much of a gag reflex in casual conversation with someone else. (Optional: Deepthroating a banana to prove it.)
.... threesome with a bratty enby, Alcina and Sal? 👀👀
Let me just say.. I thoroughly enjoyed writing this one, and I do hope you enjoy reading it, love 😏💕
Also, sorry for the lack of snippets and imagines lately, everyone! I've been working on this chapter and another piece of writing I did for a friend.. but now that I've finished, I'll answer some ask for you all soon! 😊 Until then, I hope some of you will enjoy this! (Includes some punishment, rough handling and degradation for anyone who isn't into that ♥️ (at over 3,300 words this goes under a cut!))
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It wasn’t always easy being both an absolute brat and the sole companion of the illustrious, yet ultimately terrifying, Alcina Dimitrescu - the famed Countess of Blood herself. And while most days you did your best to tow the line - to behave - others… well… the urge to brat out was just entirely too strong to ever deny yourself.
I mean... a brat’s gotta brat, after all.
For the most part, though, your Lady generally found your quips to be charming. Actively engaging in the banter of it as a keen smirk curled across her lips. Of course, that’s not to say that on more than a few occasions your insolence hadn’t found you on the less than favorable side of her moods. With your ass in the air and her large hands striking across the flesh of it. But, all in all, Alcina took your brattiness with stride - and you had yet to overstep.. to push her too far.
That was… until tonight.
The Countess had given you very explicit instructions to be on your best behavior. To know your place and be a good little pet. And maybe it was the excitement of the evening - with not only the other three Lords, but the Immortal Mother seated at your table.. the utterly distracting knowledge that, when all was said and done, you were to meet both Sal and your Lady in her quarters hanging in the air - all seeming to work together to compel your brattiness to a whole new level. To spark something wholly disobedient within you.
So there you sat - with the cool satin sheets of your Lady’s bed against your skin and a pulsing anticipation between your legs. The lingering touch of Alcina’s hand around your neck from when she threw you down onto the bed, a snake-like tone coating her words and a snarl across her teeth.
“Did you find that entertaining, pet?” She had practically spat, her fingers holding strong around your throat as she leaned over you.
In retrospect, maybe you had gone too far that night. With your placement at the table the perfect position for you to tease both Alcina and Sal without Miranda being none the wiser. Dressed specifically for the occasion - you wore nothing but your Lady’s favorite corset and a very tight pair of black pants. How your fingers traced teasingly over your shoulders and the fine lines of collarbone - dragging them up the length of your neck and over the shaved part of your head as you watched the Countess’s eyes follow your every move. And while the Lady had ultimately kept her composure throughout the meal - Sal had been a different story. The fierce blush across her cheeks and stammer to High Priestess’ questions prevalent as the hungry glow in her eyes drank you in. Flustering her to a point that even Heisenberg was forced to make a comment. “Pft, what’s got you all flushed, Sharky?” And it’s entirely possible that if you had you been in a far less… difficult mood, the stern gazes from your Mistress might have been enough alone to make you stop.. to compel you to behave..
But alas, you were in the mood to tease - and so tease, you did.
Though, the utter dominance to your Lady’s voice before she left the room had changed your tone quite a bit. The sharp look that painted over her normally soft features as she told you not to move - almost growling the words into the heated space between you before abruptly releasing her hold and exiting the room to fetch Sal. Your nude body shivering slightly in the chilled castle air - with only the heat radiating from your eager core to keep you warm. And all you could do was to wait patiently for their return.
“Chilly, are we?” Alcina chuckled as your gaze moved to the door, a fresh layer of goosebumps across your body. “Mh.. don’t worry, pet, you’ll be feeling nothing but heat here soon enough.”
At this you only shivered harder, certain the desire between your legs was already dripping onto the crimson bed sheets below you.
“Aye.. yer got tha’ right.”
Sal’s eyes held your own as she made her way into the room, the firm outline of her womanhood already noticeable against the thin fabric of her pants. The sight of it alone pulling a prompt whine from your throat.
“Is my pet feeling rather needy this evening? Hm?”
The warmth of her breath on your skin, the control just a single finger had as she tilted your chin - forcing you to look at her..
“O-one can only be needy when looking at the two of you, Mistress.”
“Heh.. smooth lil luv, eh?”
“Oh, indeed, they are, Sal. Quite the clever tongue on this one.”
“Erm..” You murmured at their praise. A sharp inhale across your lips as your Lady traced her fingers along the scars of your chest before kissing you deeply - heatedly. A promise of everything that was about to be done to you dancing across your tongue… forcing your core to clench around nothing.
‘Mh.. well, don’t you taste exquisite this evening, pet.”
“You always taste exquisite, my lady.”
She gave you a quick arch of an eyebrow.
“Ah.. Mistress.”
“Good pet.”
“Heh.. how obedient.”
You gave Sal a prompt pout and she chuckled, coming closer to the bed as she began to drop the clothes from her muscular body. Every inch of her chiseled - hard - right down to the ample cock that hung between her legs.
“Probably for the best considering how bratty they’ve been. Wouldn’t you agree, Sal?”
“Aye.”
You swallowed the thick arousal in the back of your throat, watching as your Lady moved from off of the bed, giving Sal the room she needed to move in. Seeing the predator of the shark in her for the first time since you’d met her. An all too wide smile full of sharp teeth, her tentacles slowly slithering out and framing her body.
“On the bed, Sal.”
She only nodded in Alcina’s direction, every muscle in her body flexing deliciously as she crawled up onto the bed - situating herself up right. Your Lady humming in approval, coming up behind you with a crisp white rope in her hand - compelling your eyes to widen.
“Did you actually think you’d get away with no punishments tonight, pet?” She clicked her tongue in disappointment, watching you closely. “You should really know better by now.”
“Of.. of course, Mistress.”
“Hands behind your back.”
You gave her a little smirk, purposely moving your hands as slow as possible. A sharp yelp from your lips as she grabbed them both roughly - tugging them into position before she swiftly looped the rope around your wrists and arms, tying it off,
“Seems our obedient little pet still has some brat left in them after all.” She growled, her fingers firm in your hair as she pulled it back.
“Lookin’ forward ter fuckin’ it righ’ outtah ‘em.” Sal chuckled.
“Mh.. indeed.” Alcina replied, releasing your hair with such force that your head fell forward with a whimper. “I take it this means you’re ready for them, Sal?”
‘Aye.”
You watched your Lady nod once before she grabbed your hips - lifting you off the bed with the utmost of ease and she hovering you over Sal’s lap with your back to her. Her cock hard beneath you, twitching slightly in anticipation while her tentacles wrapped themselves firmly around your thighs and spread them open. The smirk that curled itself across the Countess’ lips was enough to send a surge of heat directly through your body. Lowering your body to straddle Sal’s hip as she released you. The tip of Sal’s cock against the slick of your entrance.
“Ready to behave, my pet?”
You whimpered, wanting so badly to brat out and buck your hips down, ultimately thinking better of it.
“Mmph- …perhaps, Mistress.”
“Mh… always the brat. There’s no need to deny it, pet. I can smell that arousal between your legs from here.”
You whimpered again at the Countess’ purring tone, her intoxicating scent that rolled off of her in waves as she began to strip.
“Nice and slow now, Sal. Let’s say a little cock warming to start off with, hm?”
You cursed under your breath, earning a prompt chuckle from Sal.
“Heh, sounds good ter me.”
You felt your whole body tense as Sal began to lower your hips down onto her - teasingly as she very slowly filled your core. A deep flush creeping across the tops of your cheeks and splattering over the bridge of your nose as you finally met the base of her - her firm cock stationary inside you, immediately making you ache with need. The last bit of fabric falling from Alcina’s body - every sinful inch of her exposed as she settled herself on the bed in front of you. Her heady musk enveloping your senses, fueling your need to an even higher level..
“You’re absolutely stunning like this, pet. All filled and desperate for us. I can only imagine just how badly you’d like to roll those hips of yours.”
You could feel Sal’s grip on your hips and thighs tighten at the Countess’ words, forcing you to whine.
“Yes, v-very badly, Mistress. Please.” Your voice barely above a whisper.
“Mh… there’s my needy little slut.. begging already.”
Alcina hummed in satisfaction, giving Sal a small nod as her own fingers fell to her core. The curse under your breath swiftly turning to a moan as Sal bucked her hips up into you, holding you flush against the base of her as she forced you down onto it - stilling it once again. The fingers of your Lady’s other hand tangling themselves into your hair as she leaned in closer, licking her lips as if she were about to devour you whole - sending a shiver across your flushed body.
“Come now, draga mea.. beg for it properly, like a good pet.”
“Fuck” You whimpered, knowing there was no point in continuing any further - the ache in your core already building to a blazing inferno as Sal remained motionless inside you. The only sensations to be felt being the incessant throbbing of her cock against your walls and the trickle of your own desire. “Please, Mistress? Please.. let Sal fuck me?”
“Mh.. utter perfection.” The Countess smirked. “Make sure to be thorough with them, Sal. They have been rather.. difficult all day.”
“Aye.”
Even without seeing it, you could sense the toothy grin of Sal behind your back. Her hips adjusting slightly as she pulled your body back by the rope binding your arms - giving your Lady a most generous view of your eager core and the arousal that dripped from it. The first thrust of Sal’s cock sending fireworks behind your eyes, forcing you to close them with an utterly needy moan.
“Eyes on me, pet.”
‘F-fuck. Yes, Mistress.”
The Countess leaned back on one elbow with her legs spread widely. Large fingers moving slowly through wet folds as Sal’s hips picked up the pace, moving her hands to your waist as she ground you down onto her. Making you take all of her. And oh, the sweet moans that were buried in Sal’s throat.. the deep breaths hitched in your Lady’s. A chorus of sounds that did nothing to help the profound heat - the aching need - that was surging through your core. Your Lady’s gaze never dropping from yours, even as she slid her fingers inside herself with a breathy moan - making you whimper.
“Not enough, pet? Are we so needy today?”
You only nodded, moaning even louder as one of Sal’s tentacles came around and ghosted over your clit. The length of her womanhood deep inside you - throbbing with each pump.
“Use your words, pet.”
“Yes.. I’m very needy, Mistress.”
At this the Countess only drove her fingers deeper into herself - eyes half lidded and brimming with desire. You cursed again, body completely flushed with arousal as you were forced only to watch, wanting so badly to touch her..
“Please, Mistress. I need to feel you.”
“Mh.. well now, how can I deny mommy’s perfect little slut such a greedy request, hm?”
“.... if you’re mommy.. then what does that make Sal?”
You weren’t even sure what made the quip fall from your lips, but the deep growl from Sal’s throat and the dangerous look in your Lady’s eyes made you immediately regret it.
“Lift them up, Sal.”
“Aye.”
You whined immediately at the empty feeling within your core as Sal slipped out of you. Alcina’s smirk growing more devious as she moved in closer - leaning you both back against the bed.
“Now, take their backside. Let me worry about their front.”
“Heh.. gladly.”
You only had a moment to ready yourself before you felt the tip of Sal’s cock saturating your ass with your own juices before she lowered you back down and slowly slid it in. Your body tense - filled with an all too familiar heat as your Lady wrapped her hand around your throat.
“I want to hear you say it, pet.” She snarled, two fingers pressed side by side along your entrance.
“Ah-.. Fuck… say what, Mistress?”
She pressed her fingers in a little further, forcing a tiny stretch around the tips of them.
“Tell me who you belong to.”
“Fuck.. You, Mistress. You.”
A deep whine as her fingers began to breach your walls ever so slightly.
“And who is your Mistress, pet?”
“My Lady… Dimitrescu.. You.. You are-”
“Mh, that’s right. “ She replied, a devilish grin across her face - her warm breath against your neck as she leaned in to whisper. “And it would do you well to never forget it.”
You nodded fiercely, biting your bottom lip - body almost completely overcome with heat.
“Mhm! Yes, Mistress... I won’t.”
The Countess planted a bruising kiss to your lips before sliding her fingers inside you - filling you completely and forcing you to squirm. A wholly new sensation with every part of you restrained in some way. The rope around your arms and wrists, Sal’s strong hands on your hips, their tentacles on your thighs.. all topped off with your Lady’s hand around your throat like the cherry on top of a brat sundae. Why, the very thought that you were entirely at their mercy only fueled the throb in your core to a pulsating heat. The delicious way Alcina’s fingers filled you so perfectly - stretching you to the brink yet making you want more. The length of Sal’s womanhood buried deep within your ass as your Lady started a teasingly slow pace
“Let’s try this again.. shall we, pet? Are you ready to behave?”
She punctuated her question with a firm thrust, smirking when you whimpered.
“Yes.. yes, Mistress.”
“Mh.. that’s my good slut.”
“Yes.. all yours, Mistress.”
“Well, I do believe Sal has your ass at the moment, my pet.”
She chuckled softly, thrusting her fingers a little harder and pulling a sharp cry from your lips.
“Heh.. aye. An’ for tha’ matter, Countess.. why don’tcha let take care of yeh?”
You watched as two of Sal’s tentacles came from around your backside and slithered out towards the Countess. A contemplative look in her eye and the slight flush of arousal upon her cheeks.
“Very well, then.” She replied with a nod, adjusting her knees on the bed as she spread them widely to give Sal better access.. You could feel her hand tense against your throat as the appendages smoothly slid inside of her - the breathiest of moans falling from her crimson lips.
The deep thrusts that came next were indulgent at first, slowly enkindling the already burning desire within you to an almost paralyzing ache. Not that you could have moved either way, given the circumstances. Your lovers had made quite sure of that. Every inch of your body taut - rigid - bound by the restraints of both the physical and the carnal.
“Such a greedy little slut, hm? Taking both of us like this. And so eagerly, at that.”
She answered her own question by driving her fingers even harder in - your now sopping wet core clenching around her - ripping an utterly desperate cry from your lips. Your juices saturating the sheets below you and dripping down her wrist. A chuckle from Sal quickly turning into a moan as the length of her pumped relentlessly in and out of you. Your ass stretching exquisitely around her with each meticulous thrust of it. The Countess’ breath growing ever so erratic, rocking her hips as Sal’s tentacles buried themselves deep inside of her - moaning in earnest when another one slid in.
“Please, Mistress.”
You barely got the words out against the large fingers that were still wrapped firmly around your neck - nails digging in just hard enough. Her eyes burrowing into you, half lidded and filled with nothing but the pleasure of the moment.
“Please what, pet?”
You weren’t sure just how much longer you would last. Your hips forced down onto Sal’s cock.. onto your Lady's fingers… time and time again. The sweet, indulgent moans that hung thick in the air as each of your pleasures built. The feeling of Sal twitching inside you as she grew closer and closer to the edge. Alcina’s reserve falling as waves of bliss began to crash over her.
“Mistress.. please.. I.. please, I’m so close.”
You tried to remember if you had ever been desperate enough to beg in such a way before, but the blissful haze within your mind made it difficult to focus on anything but the myriad of sensations that were threatening to take over you. And you knew that the utter desperation that coated your plea had effected both of your lovers quite the same, feeling their paces grow more unstable at just the sound of it.
“Mh.. Yes, my pet. Come for your Mistress.”
“Th-thank you, Mistress.”
She tightened her grasp on your throat a little more as your hips began to jerk, feeling the first orgasm immediately wash over you with a violent shudder.
“Mph. fuck... again.. please.”
“Aye.. needy, are yeh?”
You whimpered, nodding your head and moaning even louder as Sal lifted you by your hips from her lip, stopping just short of completely falling out of you before forcing you back down again.
“Fuck”
“Heh.. yer asked fer it.”
You could sense your Lady’s was growing closer for she hadn’t even punished you for your lack of her title, her magnificent body writhing against the cool night air - stealing all of the breath from your lungs as she pressed a heated kiss to your lips.
“Mh.. my.. perfect pet.”
“.. sweet lil’ luv.”
You moaned out loudly at their praise, an almost screamless cry ripping from your throat as an intense, pricking heat swiftly crashed over your body like a tidal wave - burning everything in its path in an unyielding peak of pleasure. Sal’s thick desire seeping from your already dripping hole and trickling down the slit of you as her climax wholly filled you. The length of her twitching with every pump as she sank her teeth into the soft flesh of your shoulder.
Your Lady was the next to let go as she released her hand from your throat and eagerly brought it to her clit. forcing a violent orgasm to swiftly rip through her as she continued to ride out her peak.
The next few moments were a bit of a blur.. your eyes closed and your breath nothing more than an exhausted pant. The absence of warmth as they both slowly slid out of you, releasing your thighs and unwrapping the rope from your arms and wrists. And you were fairly certain you immediately fell forward into your Lady’s arms - but even that you couldn’t be sure of.
“Sal, get them some water. They need to hydrate.”
“O’course.”
You vaguely remembered opening your eyes just long enough to see Sal’s firm backside head into the bathroom with a glass. The soothing sensation of the cool water against your dry throat felt almost good enough to make you come all over again, but the relieving warmth of your Lady’s arms wrapped around your body quickly reminded you of just how wrecked you actually were.
“You did so well, my pet.”
“Mmhm.. thank.. you.. my lady.”
“Aye.. tha’ yer did.” Sal added as she took the glass from your hands.
“Mhm.”
You tried your hardest to muster enough strength to get out more than the single word that seemed to lose itself in the softness of Alcina’s bosom. Her steady heartbeat - the warmth of her bare skin against yours. For a moment, you wondered if it was the blissed out fog that rolled across your body that was slowly encasing you, or Sal. Either way, it felt so incredibly good against your flushed skin that you didn’t really care. You were utterly wrecked - sore, aching, claimed - and feeling more satisfied than you had ever felt in your life.
But I just imagined trans Sal wearing a thong-type underwear with a sock in front. And on the sock, googly eyes.
And when you come home from work, you see her on the couch with nothing else on her body, her sock on her thigh with the eyes turned to you, and she just says "Hey" before both of you have a laughing fit and she ends up falling off of the couch and laughs on the floor so hard that her abdomen flexes and the sock moves which just makes you have to hold onto the wall to keep standing from laughter.
Oh gods 🤣🤣🤣🤣 I laughed way too hard at this image 🤣 Sal would thoroughly enjoy every second of this 😅
Okay. Okay but. Having a sleepover at Sal's in the crushing-useless-gays-phase and sleeping in her bed, cause you've done it often already, and you're friends so it's perfectly normal right? And cuddling also is normal between friends, right? So it's no matter how you can tuck your body into hers and feel her arm wrap around you, and the murmured "G'night, lil' one" is definitely not different from those other times she's said it?
The thing is just.
Her hot breath brushes your neck. That soft tickle on every of her exhales, like a caress on your skin.
Her calloused, yet gentle hands caress you gently and slowly, familiar - like all these other times her soft touches have lulled you to sleep. Now, they keep you awake with longing. The wish for her to be a little firmer, to grow a little bolder. To touch your neck and down to the hem of your pajama pants, skirting it until you gave her permission to slide beneath.
Her strong, warm body pressing into your back, making you desire nothing more to grind into her until you felt how much she wanted you.
But... Who even knew if she desired that as much as you? She was an affectionate friend, and so direct - she would've told you if she felt something, right? If her touches meant anything more than platonic affection?
Take what you have. It's perfect the way it is. You're cuddling her, after all. And you can imagine. Thoughts you try to find sleep with. You'll be okay. You shouldn't risk this.
Breathe. Breathe, and try not to show how much those touches affect you.
At least, you think so until the tip of her finger brushes the skin of your collar on an upwards stroke and you almost moan from that sensation alone. You're so wet. You need her so badly. You want to taste those lips and pull her in with your arms, wrap them around her neck as you open your mouth for her tongue, moaning into her while her fingers prepare you to take all of her.
You know you'd need that. You've walked in on her changing more than once. You've fantasized about taking her more often than you'd ever admit, kissing her and whispering your feelings as you came. You've screamed her name into the linen coverings of your pillow so often that it's a wonder it's not engraved there.
Thanks to some miracle, she still doesn't notice. Happily continues caressing you, even cups her fingers over your rapidly beating heart and hums.
"Oi, luv?"
"Hmm?"
Oh, please don't let her hear it on your voice.
"Yer alright? If yer already had a bad dream, I'm doin' something wrong."
"N-not that."
"Aye. Wet dream? Sorry fer wakin' yer, then."
"Sal."
"Wha?"
"I didn't sleep yet."
"Oh. Well, I can stop with the touchin', if that'd help yer."
"No, no. You're fine."
You turn around in her arms, desperately hoping she either doesn't see the blush on your cheeks with in glow of her eyes, or pushes it to the late hour despite her darkvision.
And fuck... Who gave her permission to be this beautiful? That little lopsided smirk, paired with the smile in her eyes. The darkness almost makes it seem like she's blushing, but that's surely just the shadows of her cheekbones.
You want to kiss her. Want her to kiss you.
"Sure about tha'?"
She asks, just making sure. It takes a moment for you to remember what you were even talking about. Fucking Sal, being so... Gorgeous. But somehow, you manage to smile, blinking warmly for a moment before, for some miracle, your courage makes you press a sweet, tiny kiss against her jawline.
"You know how cute I find those."
"A-aye."
She murmurs, and you feel yourself get even blushier and turn back around, pressing yourself close against her and taking her hand to lay it on your ribs. Denying her... You'd hurt her. And she might suspect. And you wanted to feel the bliss and sweetness of her touch. You could take the arousal that came with it.
Sal begins stroking you again, ever so sweet, ever so gentle, making your body ever so eager to respond once more. Only this time, it's even worse. Your turning has made your shirt ride up, exposing an inch of your stomach and then some - skin that Sal touches on a downward strike. So close, yet so far. Her hand slips back on top of your shirt as she moves it back up, no matter how much you wish it didn't... physics is physics. But... She touches the very same spot again on the next caress. And the one after. Slowly but surely driving you mad, eroding your control, making you need her even more. Her kiss as she fingered you. Your shared pants while your hips joined.
When she stroked down next time, you tugged on your shirt in a way you hoped she wouldn't notice. In a way that made it ride up a little, a way that made sure her palm stayed on your skin. A touch that was still utterly sweet for everything that it did to you.
On the next movement downwards, Sal's fingers brushed the hem of your pants and your hips almost bucked. Her pinky sliding on top not even half an inch, but enough to make you wish you were naked.
Maybe... Perhaps... You could...
You timed your next breath, drawing in your stomach the moment her fingers slid down, until the loose band of your pajama pants gave in to her fingers, until the very tip of them moved beneath.
They twitched once, then halted. Sal's next exhale shuddered against your neck and made you bite your lip. She withdrew her fingers again and had your eyes press together in frustration and heartbreak.
She didn't want you, right?
Even if the same thing happened on the next stroke.
And the next.
And the next, where her fingers seemed to dig in a little and you felt her utterly controlled breath on your skin.
You don't know what made you do it. The last desperate hope? The guides you read on how to know someone was flirting? Utterly mindless need?
Regardless... You turned around slightly until you could look into Sal's eyes, lips parted on panting breath, cupping her wrist with your hand and gently whispering a single word.
"Please."
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You could only feel her breath catch, feel it hitch against your skin as your hand brought hers back to where it was before releasing it was. And as much as you wanted to make sure your desire for her was clear, the decision to go any further at this point would have to be hers.
"Luv.. I .."
With each beat of your heart that passed, you felt it sink a little more. Maybe you had read the entire thing wrong, maybe all the soft glances and sweet words hadn't held the same meanings you thought they had.
"It's.. okay if you're not interested, Sal." You whispered it softly, doing your best not to let the cracks come through.
The soft chuckle that breezed across the top of your hair and the warmth that you felt when she pulled you a little closer was immediately comforting.
Suddenly you felt disarmed.. flustered.. aroused and caught off guard all at once. I mean, you had always been very aware that Sal cared for you, but the way the soft concern fell from her lips made your heart jump up into your throat.
"Sal.. I want you."
You said the words plainly - simply - feeling yourself blush before turning yourself around in her arms, her own arousal hard against your inner thigh as you settled in. A soft caress as you cupped her cheek, watching as a rogue stream of moonlight danced across the crimson of her them - biting her bottom lip before she spoke.
"I want yer, too, luv."
The feeling of her lips pressed against yours was sweeter than anything you'd ever tasted. They were soft.. yet rough. A hint of salt as you traced your tongue over them - deepening the kiss - taking just a moment to relish in the warmth of it.
The length of her womanhood only growing harder against you with each sweep of your tongues. The arousal between your legs thick within the air as she slowly slid your underwear from your body, pulling a soft gasp from your lips.
And oh, how badly you wanted her to touch you, how eager your body was for it.. so utterly wet in anticipation. Your own hand caressing along the shaft of her, causing her to moan.
"Fuck, luv. Yer don' know how long I've wanted this."
You could feel the blush deepen across your cheeks as you slid your hand into her boxes, releasing her ample cock from the hem of it - stroking it once.
"Just shut up and touch me, Sal." You whispered, causing her to chuckle against your lips,
"Needy, aye?"
"Mh.. don't tease me. Not tonight."
She chuckled again, nodding. "A'right then, sweetheart."
You didn't even have a chance to reply before her fingers were pressed against your entrance. First one and then another. Skating down the slit of you before sliding in. The feeling of her cock throbbing against the palm of your hand as your stroked it steadily down the shaft of her, swiftly matching the pace of her fingers. Your bodies writhing to the motion, mouth and lips exploring over whatever skin they could reach as your pleasure began to build.
A profound current - a charged energy - enveloping the heated space between you before moving across the lengths of you. With each rock of your hips... stroke of her cock.. each thrust of her fingers as she drove them into you. Moans muffled into soft skin as teeth sank into supple flesh. It was better than you could have ever imagined - more incredible than anything your fantasies could have ever deemed to bless upon you. You felt her twitch in your hand, pulling a deep moan from her body.
"I'm close, luv."
She moaned - kissing you deeply - picking up the pace of her fingrers as she curled them deep inside you, compelling you to pick up the pace of your own. The width of her twitching more and more with every movement you made down the shaft of her. Your own juices dripping down your inner thighs as a prickling heat began to swiftly move across your body. Both pairs of hips jerking as they tried to keep an even pace. Bucking erratically as a fierce orgasm swept over the both of you - ripping silent cries from your bodies.
Sal's warm desire spilling out and onto your thighs as your own squirted down the length of them. A chorus of pants filling the air as you melted breathlessly into each other. Foreheads resting against the each other as you steadied your breath. A luminous afterglow encasing the both of you, willing the smiles upon your lips to widen.
"Fuck.. wow, Sal."
She leaned down and placed a kiss to your lips.
"Heh, indeed. A gal could get addicted ter tha'."
"Mh.. literally, anytime."
You could feel the smirk against your lips as it curled across her own.
"Aye.. so.. now, then?"
AKSJDJSKSL... I hope you enjoyed this as much as I enjoyed yours, dear! Just... dkdhdk.. thank you 😩😩💦
And if she was shy about it, at least a little, with a new lover who she is really, REALLY into.
(her lover is obvs. really into it, but a one shot of that first time undressing? Pls?)
Ohhhhh.. the thirsty and incredible discussions we have on discord sometimes 😩😩😩😩 This was entirley too hot to write, fuck.. just ... skdhsjskslaj.. fuuuuck.. I hope you enjoy this as much as I did writing it, my sweet 😏
Ahem.. I humbly give you transfem!Sal with two cocks 👀
Even though the two of you has decided to take things slow, your make out session with Sal had left you both a panting mess by the end of it. Cheeks flushed as your lips and tongues danced freely over each other. She tasted exquisite - divine even - with all the experience you had expected her to have. And Miranda knows you weren't blind. You had definitely noticed the rather large bulge that had been steadily building in her loose fitting pants with each heated kiss that the two of you shared. And fuck, how badly it made you want her.
"Sal.. I .."
"I know, luv."
Her words were warm and sweet across your skin. Her fingers gently brushing your cheek as her eyes locked onto yours.
"I'm.. there's somethin' yer need to know abou' me, sweetheart. I'm built a lil' different."
"Sal, I don't care what's in your pants. I'm into you."
She blushed fiercely at this, biting her bottom lip as she stood - the absence of her warmth immediately noticeable.
"Aye.. well.."
She blushed a little harder as she dropped her pants, exposing the ample lengths of her two cocks - both beautiful, hard and ready to go. And you knew you had felt yourself gasp a little - less for the surprise of it, and more for the utter want. Your mind immediately going to just how sufficiently she could fill you with one single thrust.
You licked your lips, finally finding your words again.
"I.. fuck, Sal. You're gorgeous."
She blushed again, slowly beginning to stroke one of her cocks.
"Yer… yer okay with this?"
"Ah, yes.. yep.. mhm.. absolutely."
A slight chuckle across her lips as she sat back down next to you, casually stroking both of them now.
"Yer welcome to join me, luv." She replied, eyeing the fingers that had already begun to trace along the hem of your underwear. You gave her a small smirk before sliding them off of your hips and spreading your legs for her, giving her a generous view.
"Alright, then."
You had maybe gotten a few thrusts of your fingers in when you heard it, the soft moan that slipped all too deliciously across Sal's lips, making the need to touch her more than you could handle - willing you to your knees in front of a surprised Sal.
"Luv, I-"
".... I just want to taste you, Sal. I need to."
You didn't even care how utterly desperate your voice sounded, and you were beyond grateful when she gave you a nod. Taking a deep breath as you settled back on your heels, licking your lips once before allowing the tip of your tongue to trace up the shaft of her - causing her to shudder. One of your hands coming to the cock that sat directly below the first, stroking over it gently as you took the length of her into your eager mouth.
And oh, the sound that fell from her lips. That reverberated throughout her body and hummed against your lips as slowly began to bob your head steadily - your other hand moving in succession with it. The sublime taste of her desire already collecting at the tip of her womanhood as your picked up your pace. Whimpering slightly when you felt her tentacles begin to slither around your body. First caressing over your neck, and collarbone.. your nipples next as they explored over the landscape of you - making sure to tease over every inch that they could reach.
The breathless shudder that seeped into her throbbing cock when one traced over your clit was enough to make her moan as well, biting her bottom lip as her head fell back.
"Mh .. my sweet lil' luv."
You whimpered again, just once before sucking over the tip of it slightly and taking as much of her into your mouth as you could, feeling the girth of her throbbing against the back of your throat. Her tentacles continuing to tease and caress over you. Building the fire within you to almost unbearable height without ever giving you the friction you so desperately needed. Ripping an utterly needy moan from your body when one of her appendages slid down the slit of you.
"Aye.. an' so wet fer me."
She chuckled when you whimpered, wrapping her fingers in your hair as you picked up the pace of your mouth and hands a little more. Compelling one breathy moan from her body after another, feeling the width of her harden more and more against your tongue as her cock began to twitch. All of her tentacles now working together to make sure every inch of you was being teased, stimulated, tended to in some sort of way..
… that is, of course, every part of you except where you wanted it most.
Your hips bucking without a second thought as you took her into the back of your throat again, feeling her moan before sucking your way back up the length of her. A profound moan ripping through her body like thunder as the fingers in your hair clenched firmly - her slick desire spilling out violently - dripping down the back of your throat and across your neck and collarbone as the orgasm swiftly took her - keeping your movements steady until every last drop was sucked from her shuddering cock. The sweet taste of her coating over your tongue and tricking down the front of you as your own desire steadily built between your legs.
Her flushed body falling back against the couch when you finally allowed the length of her to slide from your mouth, wiping the remnants of your lover's desire from your chin.
"Fuck, luv.. fuck.."
"Mh.. my thoughts exactly." You replied, causing her to chuckle.
"Next time, tho..." You added, a single golden ember looking up at you as you licked over the taste of her on your lips. ".... I expect to be get wrecked. And wrecked sufficiently." She chuckled again, only nodding once before her tentacles were back on you.
I'm just.. AHEM .. Just.. jesus fuck 😩😩😩😩😩💦 dkdhdjkskssk
