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14.
A Love Greater Than Dreams
Emily made her way to the suite, slightly drunk and very worried. The
ambient air felt oppressive to her, as if the cold humidity of the outside made
it difficult to breathe. The door to the room loomed ominously, but she had
finally exhausted all of her patience as the hour struck eleven PM. Alcohol sat
heavily in her otherwise empty stomach; she had lost her appetite sometime after
breakfast this morning.
All she could think about was Liana.
She entered the suite, closed the door behind her and hesitated before
locking it, as if it might keep Liana outside in case she returned. She leaned
forward, in the darkness of her surroundings, her forehead resting against wood.
She began to weep.
It was some time before she noticed the gentle glow that barely
illuminated the antique room, but she grew rigid the moment she did and
instantly spun around, her heart pounding frantically. The light came from a
single candle on the desk, in all ways identical to the one that had burned
itself out the night before. Shadows danced on the wall closest to her, but she
couldn’t see clearly through the penumbra, beyond the circle of light.
Her heart jumped into her throat when her eyes, growing used to the dark,
focused upon it.
The shadow laid upon Liana’s canopy bed, resting back on stuffed
pillows. Emily quickly wiped the tears of grief from her eyes as turbulent
emotions cascaded inside her: fear and relief fought for control.
“Li—Liana?” she asked, in a shaky voice.
The candle flickered and glowed brighter for a second while the name hung
in the air, and darkness seemed to withdraw just enough for Emily to accurately
glimpse the reclined form of her friend, under a thin bed sheet. She noted the
soft curves and outlines of her female shape through the hugging, flimsy white
material, while something inside her stirred.
The playful giggle she heard from the shadow had a strange resonance to
it. Then, the unmistakable sound of Liana’s voice, speaking in husky tone and
with the trace of an undetermined accent, reached Emily’s ears.
“I fell asleep waiting for you…”
“Liana,” Emily interjected nervously,
“Where have you been? We have to leave this hotel right now!”
Thunder and lightning exploded outside, filling the room with streaks of
blue light which flashed through the cracks of wooden blinds behind the window
and glowed menacingly against the opposite wall. The cavernous echo, resonating
half a second later, made Emily jump. The light of the candle almost flickered
out, as if an unseen, unfelt gust of wind had attempted to snuff it out.
“Why do a thing like that?” Liana asked, with a trace of what might
have been amusement.
Emily’s heart was galloping inside her, her blood racing madly through
her veins. “We have to” she implored, while alarms bell rang in her head.
“This place isn’t safe for us.”
Her frustration grew intense, and brought her a step closer to panic. She
was suddenly acutely aware of how silly her ‘evidence’ would sound to
another’s ears, yet one look across the room was enough to fill her with
anxiety. But other feelings were struggling inside her… with fear came the dim
awareness of powerful emotions rousing themselves once again.
As if reading her thoughts, Liana’s arm crept out of the shadows and
ran deftly over the empty space beside her. “Mmmmmm… why don’t you join me
in bed instead? I always wanted to make love while a thunderstorm raged
outside… it would be soooo romantic…”
Emily felt butterflies in her stomach, and swallowed hard despite her
parched throat. Strength left her legs for a moment, and a flurry of wicked
through penetrated into her conscious mind. She pictured herself in the large
bed… Liana’s soft naked body pressing against her own… and could only
shake away the compelling vision by shaking her head from side to side. Her
erect nipples brushed against the material of her bra and shirt, while a wet
spot appeared on her skirt, some of its loose folds caught between her long
legs.
The invitation seemed so natural and innocent… what would it be like to
making love to another woman? To hold her and touch her, not in a short-lived
dream but in the present reality?
The fearful part of Emily’s being reasserted control instantly, and she
took a step back, trying not to succumb to the powerful urges. Her breathing
became short and rapid and her eyes were shifting tensely about.
“Don’t leave, Anna my love,… you know as well as I that you don’t
really want to…”
Emily tried to pry her eyes away from the bed as Liana propped herself on
her elbows, emerging from the dark like a siren. Soft candlelight bathed her in
a warm glow, a sight which suddenly punched right thought to Emily’s longing
heart. The slim bed sheet fell to one side, revealing the contour of her
friend’s soft, naked breast. Strands of Liana’s beautiful, long crimson hair
fell around it, but Emily found herself most fascinated by the powerful,
unearthly gleam shining in her friend’s haunting eyes.
“My… name… is…” Emily stammered, her mind filled with strange,
eerie thoughts. She wasn’t even sure of her name anymore, as if Liana’s
voice was enough to fill her with doubt. A strange force was whisking away her
identity, but that was quickly becoming unimportant to her. What only mattered
where the feelings she had long harbored for her beautiful companion. Her hands
clenching into fists, and it suddenly occurred to her how sweaty her palms were
getting. Her stiff nipples yearned for attention, her dripping pussy begging for
release… thoughts twirled in her mind, making it harder and harder for her to
concentrate.
“Anna… please… come to me…” the seductress whispered from the
bed, with a sultry edge to her voice.
Emily merely moaned, disoriented and extremely aroused.
“Anna…”
Emily haltingly repeated the name, like a child learning to read…
“Ann… Anna… Anna…”
The covers flipped away and Liana arose, serenely crawling over to the
corner of the large bed on her hand and knees, like a cat nearing its
unsuspecting prey. Emily did her best to remain in place, but appeared drunk and
unable to stand motionless. Her hands were trembling and her eyes were frozen
upon the bewitching spectacle of Liana’s nude form emerging completely from
the darkness, the glow of the candle making her smooth skin appear golden.
“Why don’t you come over here… sit beside me…” Liana urged the
woman tenderly, her enthralling voice slowly drawing Emily further into complete
submission. “You know you want to Anna… you’ve yearned for it for so
long…”
Emily’s eyes continued to roam across the gentle curves of Liana’s
feminine body, examining the abundance of her hair -- now falling far down her
back – and the firmness of her orbed breasts… her wanton desire for the
Liana was like that of a vampire emerging from century-old torpor, a deep
craving left unsatisfied for centuries…
“Kristin…” Emily whispered feebly.
It came out almost like a plea, a timid cry for help from a young and
delirious little girl. It brought a
wicked smile to Liana’s lips… to whoever or whatever now resided inside her
body and orchestrated this extraordinary, sensual seduction. But it hardly
mattered any more, it was all irrelevant… Emily was unable to look or run
away. She stood transfixed, reduced to a quivering, lustful reflection of her
own repressed urges… She was fighting a part of herself, but knew deep down
that she couldn’t and didn’t want to win.
Liana’s lecherous grin grew as she positioned herself at the edge of
the bed, kneeling upon the mattress, her ass an inch above her ankles, her
thighs far apart. Her hand idly slid down her smooth belly, towards the dark
triangle of her bush.
Emily gasped in surprise when she felt the ethereal, erotic caress of the
invisible hand through her skirt and panties.
Liana other sighed in response to her quarry’s panting. “There…
doesn’t it feel good? Just as it did during our long nights together… when
kisses and caresses that expressed our love in ways words could not?”
Emily’s knees came together promptly, but the sensations were
unrelenting. She felt the gentle hand cupping and stroking her flooding pussy,
the rhythm of its lewd caress matching the movement of Liana’s arm as she
masturbated herself up on the bed.
Liana bobbed up and down, her thighs parted, her naked form arching as
she pleasured herself with rising, consuming rhythm. Her breasts shifted as she
moved, nipples protruding. The throaty moan which arose from deep inside her was
joined by Emily’s own lustful response, a passionate, inarticulate cry of
complete surrender. Liana smirked contently at the realization of her absolute
control upon the woman, while her fingers parted the slick, pink folds of her
labia. She brought the other hand down, taking the time to wet her fingers with
her own juices before caressed her budding clit.
Emily instantly lost her footing and fell on the floor hard as the sharp,
electric sensations exploded inside her own pussy. “Ugggghhh! Ohhhhh! Ohhhh
God!!”
Her body quaked fiercely as Liana continued to ravish her through this
mystical, unfathomable fashion, and her fists clenched, nails digging into
palms, while pure throbs of raw pleasure coursed deep through her entire being.
Her long skirt was hiked up, her slender thighs spread wide, her chest raising
and falling with her frantic breathing. Her white panties were soaked through,
and appeared almost transparent as they tightly covered her soaking slit. Emily
looked up to the nude figure Liana, still kneeling on the bed above her like a
sapphic queen in all her fearsome beauty, and felt the last remnants of doubt,
fear and resistance vanish as the titanic orgasm loomed.
Liana simply moaned as she herself neared climax. With both hands now
working furiously, one spreading her pussy lips while the other pumped fingers
in and out of her dripping cunt, she looked down at her helpless prey driven mad
with lust, and cried out as she crossed the threshold.
Both women screamed as one when the climax overtook them. Liana’s back
arched impossibly, her heavy breasts thrusting upwards, nipples hard as marble.
Her thighs shook violently while the rumbling orgasm rose inside her like a
tremendous, overflowing fountain. On the floor, Emily’s hips bucked forcefully
while she thrust her head back, eyes glued shut while the fantastic eruption of
ecstasy overpowered all other sensations for seconds which seemed to stretch on
to infinity.
The air was filled with the smell of hot, wet pussy, the mutual orgasm
refusing to subside. Emily’s world seemed to shatter under the strain, and she
finally collapsed on the floor, her sweat-soaked shirt sticking to her hot skin.
She was delirious with joy, and privy to a new, irrefutable truth which had come
to her in the fiery instant that had preceded the pinnacle of sexual pleasure
she was tumbling down from. The tremors had not yet left her weak legs, nor had
the throbbing deep inside her soaked cunt. She now yearned for Liana with all of
her being, and her body demanded more. She very slowly picked herself up from
the floor, still quivering, her face now a reflection of pure lust and love like
she had never experienced before. In a swift motion she took off her shirt, and
deftly reached behind her to unclasp her bra, letting it all fall to the floor
like discarded trash. Her beautiful tits hung free in the night air, her fair
skin flushed in the wake of the incredible climax..
Liana beamed in the wake of the glorious orgasm they had both shared as
women, and she gracefully sat back into the warm, soft covers of the bed, her
eyes never leaving Emily. Her legs shifted under her and came to rest forward
while she laid back, arms resting to her sides. Her bosom was still heaving, and
the beautiful mounts of her breasts, slick with sweat, rose and fell in the
dancing shadows of the flickering candlelight.
She closed her eyes, and a blissful smile adorned her sweet face, but it
grew even as Emily walked over to the bedside and her gentle hands reached out
to caress Liana’s tits. It was as if she could see her through closed eyelids,
and regarded Emily’s gesture as a foreseeable inevitability. She sighed
approvingly as she felt Emily’s fingertips stroke her breasts, rubbing the
perspiration that pooled between them back into her sensitive skin. She could
*feel* Emily’s fascination with the twin orbs of exquisite, firm flesh through
her curious, deliberately slow touch, and finally opened her changed deep-blue
eyes to gaze into Emily’s.
She was leaning over Liana, close to the edge of the bed. Her skirt hung
loosely around her round hips, as if desperately hanging on. Abandoning her
sensual exploration of Liana’s bosom, Emily straightened up, brought her hands
to her sides and deftly slipped her skirt and panties off in a single motion.
They fell to her ankles, forgotten, and she stood above Liana in all her glory,
a naked priestess on the bedside of her amorous Goddess. With sensual grace, she
calmly, willingly climbed into bed, the excitement of her immediate urges
tempered by the cognizance of her boundless love for the other woman.
“Anna… my sweet, beautiful Anna…” Liana whispered in an
other-worldly voice, shifting on the pliant mattress to accommodate the other as
she came to rest, laying on her left side, the two facing each other.
Emily felt the soft caress of her friend’s hot breath upon her cheek,
oblivious to her slip of the name. A tremendous rush of anticipation swelled
inside her as she felt Liana’s hands reaching out to stroke her arm, up and
around the shoulder, and delicately down the curve of her right breast. Her
magical touch sent ripples of pleasure as she fondled Emily, delicately pinching
her nipple while she continued to blow softly upon her cheek.
Liana’s hand left Emily’s breast and reached out, sliding around the
woman’s upper waist. It wandered lower for a moment, clasping the taut flesh
of Emily’s buttocks, before sliding up again and pulling their bodies
together. They both shifted to accommodate each other, their long and lithesome
legs becoming intertwined as the rest of their firm bodies pressed against each
other. Emily’s excitement rose sharply as Liana’s delicious, naked form came
into contact with her own, the heat in her cunt becoming unbearable once again.
Liana’s mouth hovered still inches away from her face, the warm, sweet breath
brushing against her sensitive skin, the most tender and loving caress she had
ever experienced.
Her eyes lost themselves into the ocean blue of Liana’s, and she knew
then that they were about to shake the deepest, most passionate kiss ever.
Longing swelled inside her as Liana’s full, sensual lips parted leisurely,
their mouths coming closer.
This was no dream, no fancy of the imagination, this was reality… she
was about to kiss another woman…
Liana’s red lips were shining in the glow of the candlelight, her moist
tongue running over them an instant before she planted the first, fiery kiss
upon Emily’s waiting, hungry mouth. She broke off immediately, leaving a
slight smear of lipstick and saliva upon Emily’s lips, hiding behind a
lascivious grin. The burning inside her wet cunt intensified as Liana drew near
again and stuck out her tongue, and gently licked Emily’s upper lip, leaving
another trail of hot saliva.
She was deliberately slow in her stirring, passionate exploration, and
Emily trembled excitedly in her arms while Liana continued to plant soft kisses
upon her lips, her tongue darting out lewdly, deliberately allowing her lover to
taste another woman. After long moments, Emily snapped out of the numbness that
had accompanied that first, magical moment, and parted her own lips, focusing on
the burning passion that consumed her as their mutual communion unfolded. Her
nostrils flared at the scents floating about in the room, at the sweet fragrance
of Liana’s perfumed body, mixed with the pungent smell of female arousal.
Liana’s slick tongue snaked deep into her mouth for the first time, and
she savored her taste fully. Her own fervent tongue rose up, caressing Liana’s
with fervent passion. Then, Liana seemed to retreat, drawing forth Emily’s
exploring organ into her own mouth. Their mouths parted wide, the kiss now
blossoming into a deep French kiss, their hot tongues sliding against each other
in an act of reciprocal lesbian worship.
It was all too much for Emily, whose body began to quake as the kiss
intensified. She had never conceived of the notion of a spontaneous orgasm, but
the incredible eroticism of that simple act was enough to fill her heart and
soul with such desire as to ignite a colossal climax. She lost herself in the
moment, her sensual exploration of Liana’s mouth turning into lustful,
unbridled probing, even as shattering cascades of pleasure racked inside her.
She was falling in love, utterly, completely, with Liana, with Kristin,
with whoever else she wished to become. Emily was hers, she was Emily’s, and
nothing else in the universe mattered.
Emily broke the kiss as the titanic orgasm dwindled, now a weak and
trembling woman in the arms of her lover. She gasped for air, her brain still
burning with the memory of intense passion, and sighed in contentment as she
felt Liana’s comforting embrace, like a daughter in the arms of her mother.
“Kristin… oh Kristin…” Emily whispered feebly, her thoughts
mingling furiously. “I don’t want to be alone again… I never want to loose
you again…”
“Shhh” hushed the woman in her arms, “I’m here now, sweet Anna…
nothing can stand between us…”
“Nothing” repeated Emily, staring intensely into the other’s eyes.
The love she saw in them, reflecting back to her as she lay in her bed,
magically replenished her heart with almost painful longing. She planted a soft
kiss on ‘Kristin’s’ lips, closing her eyes as if the beautiful sight of
her would drive her mad with rekindled passion.
Moments passed while she drifted in the aftermath of bliss. Suddenly, she
felt dimly aware of her lover’s soft locks of crimson hair between her thighs.
Kristin’s deft hands had slid under her firm buttocks, cradling Emily’s ass
like she would a child.
“Kristin…” Emily pleaded at once, unaware that she had used the
‘wrong’ name, “please… let me… I haven’t even made love to you
yet…”
Kristin raised her head from between Emily’s legs, a loving, amorous
gaze in her eyes.
The bewitching voice stirred passion deep inside her. “You have made
love to me already my dear Anna… forgive me… I have longed for you for so
long… I’ve wanted to hold you and to taste you for so long… please let
me… allow me… I want to make you come again and again… I want you to
pleasure unlike anything you have ever known before…”
Tears of joy shimmered in Emily’s eyes as she heard the ardent
testimony of Kristin’s love, a love so powerful and consuming that she cared
only for Emily/Anna, and not for herself. Her heart filled with longing, but
also with a deeper understanding of the growing, intimate bond she shared with
this woman
“Then take freely, dearest Kristin… take of me that I my love for you
may pierce the heavens… that I may lavish the same upon you when you have
tasted of my essence …”
Emily closed her eyes, her head resting back on the soft pillow, her
knees raising and parting ever so slightly to accommodate her lover. She felt
her wetness seeping from her cunt, and shivered eagerly in expectation of the
wonderful experience she was about to have.
The feel of Kristin’s breath upon her bare pussy alone was enough to
drive her wild, and she began moaning at once. For interminable seconds, she
felt possessed by the enthralling sensation, and began shifting on the bed,
trying to shake off her aroused frustration. She kept her hands rigidly to her
sides, in an effort not to interfere with Kristin’s sensual game.
She peeked through barely-open eyelids and saw the rich mane of crimson
lowering between her legs. She trembled as she felt Kristin’s mouth kiss her
slit for the first time, and her moans were replaced by a low, horny growl.
Kristin was as slow in her exploration of Emily’s pussy as she had been
earlier. She planted soft kisses on and around the full, pink lips of Emily’s
wet folds, taking the time to lick and savor her juices as her adroit tongue
slid inside her cunt.
“Hmmm…” Emily whispered encouragingly, “Don’t… stop…”
She was engrossed by the wonderful sensations which fluttered up, inside
her belly and throughout her body. It was as if she were floating up in the air,
out of her own body. Kristin continued to kiss her more and more daringly, her
mouth mashing over her cunt as if kissing another woman’s face. Soon, the
teasing intrusions of Kristin’s tongue had her panting and begging.
“Ohhhh… ohhh… yesssss… Lick my pussy, love… please… please…
faster… fassssteeeer”
Kristin’s became more audacious in her impassioned probing of Emily’s
pussy. With abandon, she began sucking at her erect clit, and Emily cried out at
once, “Yes!! YES!!!!!”
She alternated, one moment thrusting her tongue deep inside Emily’s
cunt, partaking of her deepest female essence, her saliva mixing with the juices
to form a delicious, wondrous elixir, only to then return to her protruding
clit. In short order, Kristin had Emily begging for release, her hands pressing
down as if to bury her cuntlicker face deeper in her throbbing, hot pussy.
“Please… uhh… uhh… don’t… stuh… stop… uhh… uhh
ohhhhh!!!!!”
The orgasm came upon her fast and furious. Kristin pursed her lips and
sucked on Emily’s clit avidly, while her lover’s legs held fast around her
neck, as if to keep her head in place. Emily’s hips shook wildly. Kristin’s
hands were still on Emily’s buttocks, steadying her as she continued to shake
and scream, drenching her face with more of girl cum. Avidly, she began lapping
it up, her tongue thrusting deep inside Emily’s pussy, provoking another
orgasm… and another… and another
Death did not come for Emily as it had in the disturbing dreams which had
visited her in the past nights, only the kind embrace of Morpheus and the
delightful feeling of her darling’s warm body snuggled against her own. She
fell asleep, exhausted, and dreamed nothing save the image of her lover’s
beautiful, haunting face…
Kristin’s… Liana’s…
Kristin’s… Liana’s…
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