Ch. 107 - Mouth [So R18, you'll probably need to check your own ID.]

  Hey Tinea, My Love,

  Words, I'm afraid, are not my strength,

  But yours always take my breath.

  They fill my heart full of flavor

  And I thought, perhaps, I may return the favor?

  Agonize over this message long, I did

  For my words from me hid.

  But perhaps, just maybe,

  You can feel my love, baby?

  – Leah's Love Letter to Tinea, some time after they'd settled down together. Leah is a little more…clumsy with words. Lethally sweet, though, Tinea says. Yup.

  ***

  I was spellbound by Leah's gaze as I hung above her, supported on my elbows. Caught by her fascinated scrutiny.

  "Nhnnn!"

  I couldn't keep my voice under control. Every time that Leah's finger swished upwards, just millimeters away from my hot zone, every muscle in my body tensed and the fingers of my hands—still locked behind her back—dug lightly into her.

  I was so careful that I wouldn't hurt her with my strength

  And Leah, she was so completely focused on me that I felt naked in a way that reminded me of earlier, when I'd bound myself for her. But also different. 'Cause I could move. Which I did.

  Every time she lifted her fingers away, I gasped for air and my hips ground into hers. And when her fingers returned to land softly, a few centimeters further away again, my legs locked up and the breath I'd just taken left me again on a slow, wheezing whine.

  My tension built, my breathing stocked for a moment…and then her fingers started tracking up once more, drawing slow, slow arcs that left lines of lightning on my skin and made me stick my butt up a little.

  Those fingers dipped into that crease at the very top of my thighs, and I couldn't keep quiet. I moaned, begging for more until I gasped on empty lungs and her fingers lifted away again.

  Then, when her fingers were close again, so close, running liquid fire through my pelvis, Leah stilled. And so did I, panting fast.

  "Tinea."

  I'd been so focused on her touch that I twitched in surprise.

  "Y-yes?"

  Leah smiled and giggled at me, so I leaned down and kissed her. Which meant that she giggled into my mouth, and that was also kind of an experience right now.

  It only made me wetter.

  When I drew away a few moments later, Leah repeated my name with soft velvet in her voice.

  "Yeah?" I answered, a little more certain now. Her fingers still rested close enough to my labia that my heart was pounding, but they weren't moving.

  "Can I…use my mouth on you?" she asked.

  My breath caught, and her question set my brain on fire. I almost missed the slightly shy undertones. But when I did notice them, they melted my insides.

  Suddenly I was all kinds of shy myself, and burning with a hot want, but also, really, really sweet on her. Leah was a strong girl, most of the time. She just kept going and going, and especially for her Littles she really didn't quit ever.

  It had taken something truly horrific to even slow her down.

  She was strong.

  So, the touch of shyness I got to see sometimes was really unexpected. And really, insanely cute.

  "Can I?" she asked again, with bright cheeks and eyes drifting to the side.

  I squealed and crawled up along her until I could curl around her and basically hug her entire upper torso and head with all of my body. And then I cooed and aww'd at her.

  I'm gonna die of a sugar overdose, I thought when Leah started laughing somewhere between my breasts and my belly. Yes, I am.

  ***

  Leah's heart was pounding away inside her chest, and her mind was a confusing whirr of wants and needs, of wishes and misgivings, of love and lust.

  The girl currently wrapped around her head was unlike any person she'd ever met. In so many ways. Sometimes Leah felt like she'd seen every bit of Tinea, and other times the woman seemed to be a complete enigma…except not.

  Tinea was predictable and consistent—if you got to know her.

  Consistently adorable at the very least.

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  The thought made Leah laugh, muffled by Tinea's fluffy, soft chest.

  Other bits of Leah's brain were kind of torn on the issue of her limbs. She wanted her warm, organic limbs back, especially right now. But she also didn't want to pretend the things she'd gone through hadn't happened, nor did she fail to recognize the use of strong, swappable limbs.

  She wanted to stroke Tinea with hands of flesh and blood, yet every touch of metal against the girl's skin made the artificial prosthetics her own in a visceral, incontrovertible way.

  But most of Leah was just completely occupied with Tinea's physicality and presence. The girl's tail constantly squeezed and massaged Leah from the waist down like a fuzzy snake. And her antennae were always moving. One was feathering and fluffing at any bits of Leah it could reach, and the other seemed to be hunting down any of Leah's exhalations. As if it could taste Leah's insides on her breath the same way they explored her outsides.

  Or, more likely, what I've eaten over the last few hours, Leah thought with another giggle.

  Her nose was stuffed with a wealth of Tinea's scents. Each of the few girls Leah had explored her sexuality with over the years, had smelled different. Often there was a bit of bitterness, or acid, in there. Salty sweat, too.

  But Tinea was all sweet. An explosion of candy, almost. A variety of candy, as if designed to make Leah salivate.

  And Leah wanted to taste Tinea.

  She'd always had a bit of a sweet tooth.

  So, Leah grabbed the candy around the waist and reversed their positions. Slowly and carefully, so they wouldn't tip out of the hanging mat. Tinea was giggling the entire way, twitching a bit with the occasional ticklish touch.

  Eventually, Tinea lay on her back in front of Leah, spine and head curved in a very cute and feminine way. Her face was turned a little to the side as she held Leah's gaze with a flirtatious smile as she revealed the flushed skin of her throat and the side of her neck.

  Leah smiled as Tinea beamed a smile at her between those stupidly adorable, chaotic giggles the girl produced when she was emotionally revved up.

  Tinea's knees had collapsed together onto Leah's lap, and her ankles lay fallen to the side.

  And then Leah decided it was time for business. She let her eyes slowly wander up from Tinea's knees, along her closed thighs, until they settled directly on the juncture of her legs.

  There was another twitch, and a hiccup that jiggled Tinea's entire body. Leah looked up and saw Tinea's eyes had gone misty again, hazy with lust and sexual tension. Her pout of a mouth had fallen open and her fists were clenching the mat next to her head as she stared at Leah.

  The sight scorched Leah, made things clench inside her, and if her hands hadn't been artificial, she was sure they would've been trembling.

  There it was again, that strange mix of colliding thoughts and emotions.

  Leah wanted Tinea. She almost couldn't breathe with the intensity of it, but she was also feeling overwhelmed with being the woman's first partner, of having to…perform? Especially after she'd almost missed Tinea's insecurity earlier, when she'd bound herself.

  Oh.

  Leah relaxed. Tinea wasn't somebody she needed to protect. She wasn't one of her Littles. Not the same responsibilities. And Tinea could say when something was wrong with her. Yeah. She didn't need to be so vigilant, here.

  She felt two soft, warm touches on her hands. Tinea was looking at Leah, smiling at her. She'd probably seen something on her face or in her eyes, and now her hands covered Leah's on her waist.

  And then those hands slowly guided her down. Across Tinea's belly, softly, gently over that pubic dip framed by wide hips in such a luscious spectacle…and further down, onto Tinea's thighs.

  They stopped there, rested for a moment. A moment's pause before the spreading of Tinea's thighs.

  She arrested Leah's gaze and smiled at her with a combination of warm love and passion. And just tiny little hints of anxiety, but Tinea's fingers kept softly stroking Leah's knuckles anyway.

  There was so much trust in those small, repetitive touches that Leah almost cried from it, from the way they wrapped her heart in a warm glow.

  ***

  It felt like we were standing at a precipice, Leah and I.

  And somehow, all the tension was gone from my body. Like we'd already passed the crossroads, and what would come next had already happened.

  My breathing evened out and my core continued to heat up. A smooth, gooey energy flowed through me from Leah's gaze, and from the hands that were poised to make me…available. There was a quiet buzzing inside of me that calmed the last vestiges of uncertainty.

  Nothing existed but Leah and I.

  Her lips parted. I studied them, traced them with my eyes. She licked them and my heart thumped. Then I met her gaze again. It pinged words through my brain, like ricocheting bullets inside my skull.

  Hot. Desire. Pleasure. Sex.

  A shot of fizzy energy curved my lips, quickened my breath, and numbed my toes until I had to curl them.

  I nodded at Leah, and shivered as the pupil in her natural eye dilated with want.

  Leah's hands pushed my thighs, squished the delicious squish, and my knees began to part as my ankles slid to the side and then straightened out behind her.

  I kept stroking her knuckles, even as the quicksilver lightning climbed my spine again.

  I kept stroking her knuckles, even as I started to feel the first flutters of an orgasm, when Leah held my eyes.

  I kept stroking Leah's knuckles, and the calming, rhythmic motion built a bridge of assurance for my heart, even as her hands slowly, so slowly, kept spreading my legs open, all the way, until my knees went past the edges of the mat.

  Leah scooted backwards so she could get between my legs. I saw the flames burn higher behind her eyes when she started to bend down. I panted, hiccuped when her breath caressed my mons, and shivered when she kissed the soft down above my vulva.

  While she still held my gaze.

  The flutterings came a little faster now. A little hotter.

  I knew this feeling. It was heralding something very much more complete than the small orgasm from earlier, or even the one from the big battle.

  I might come the moment she touches me.

  I wanted to draw a deep breath and moan at the same time. But Leah dipped down and opened her mouth for a kiss. She froze just centimeters from my lips and her breath seared me even as it cooled my heated flesh.

  It sank between my lips and teased touches against sensitive spots that were yet innocent.

  Sparks tickled my clitoris from behind, hot liquid flowed from my vagina, and I felt…lush. Very, very lush.

  "Leah…" I mumbled, begged, prayed on a soft exhalation.

  And then, Leah's pillowy, open lips met my lushness, and I finally, finally knew what it was like to have a Vulva, and to have it shaped by the lips of my love.

  To be kissed down there by my love.

  It blew my mind and I moaned her name again. There was so much heat in my voice I sensed goosebumps down her spine.

  When Leah's tongue traced my slit, softly, without enough pressure to properly part my folds, I realized that I hadn't even experienced the half of it, yet.

  But I tipped over the edge anyway, and Leah took my hands as I shook and shivered.

  My eyes fluttered, but I forced them to stay open. I wanted to see it all, wanted to see myself paint her lips with glistening dew.

  Leah smiled at me and smiled even wider when my antennae dipped down to fluff at her. I tasted myself on Leah's lips.

  I had no idea women could taste so sweet. Sweet enough to push tears into my eyes, along with a tremulous smile onto my lips.

  I really, really, really was a woman.

  ***

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