Gulping Down the Unbridled Filly
Gulp. The sound of swallowing saliva echoed loudly. Ariel's gaze raked over Asha's entire body, which heaved with ragged breaths. Her breasts were squeezed by the vines, teased through the gaps until she was flushed and sticky, releasing a lewd scent that wafted thickly into the air. It was impossible not to notice.
At first, it had been bewildering. The spirits had dragged Asha here on their own whim, intent on some strange ritual. Was it because they were too deeply connected? Having glimpsed Ariel's dreams, the spirits had grown wildly excited and set things in motion without permission. Ariel's attempt to escape outdoors had come to nothing.
Contrary to her thoughts, the rod sprouting from Ariel's lower body throbbed against her torso, spurting clear fluid. As if eager for what was about to happen.
With a small sigh, Ariel aligned the tip of her rod with Asha's cleft. A lascivious moan escaped Asha's lips. Her scorching inner walls clung to the tip. At that moment, fragments of last night's dreams flashed through Ariel's mind. The woman's face she'd desperately denied in those dreams now overlapped with her apprentice's panting visage.
Ariel thrust her hips forward. Their pale pelvises collided, and without knowing who came first, twin cries of ecstasy burst forth.
"Haaahk!"
"Ngh!"
Ariel's body trembled. The sensation was better than she could have imagined... far beyond the dreams. Warm inner walls pressed in from all sides, squeezing her rod. Asha's already overheated flesh clung without a gap, relentlessly pursuing pleasure. Saliva glistened at the corners of Ariel's mouth. She panted, Hoo, hoo, struggling to cling to her fading reason. She couldn't shake her hips like a beast from the dream, she told herself.
Now... I should pull out...
As in the dream, as in that first experience. Ariel tried to withdraw, but it wasn't easy. Asha's walls gripped the rod like they meant to yank out a pillar. Pulling hard felt like it would drag her flesh inside out.
Is it... always like this?
The question flickered briefly before vanishing, swept away by the pleasure of scraping against Asha's walls as she withdrew. Reason began to fade from Ariel's emerald eyes. In response, the spirits and vines slithered over Asha's body.
Yes, it was her apprentice who'd begged to be filled first... wasn't it?
"Ahit?"
Ariel's pistoning began. Pang! Her hips slammed in, Asha's arching with a loud slap!Pang! Slap! Pang! Slap! Each time their clinging pelvises parted, sticky juices squirted from Asha's slit. It grew easier with every thrust. The tight, sucking grip was exquisite, but the slick, seamless embrace was just as divine.
Ariel drove her hips mindlessly. At their junction, their fluids mixed into white foam. The congealed mess dripped plip, plip down their bodies.
Asha's vision sparked with stars from the sudden onslaught, a wail tearing from her throat.
"Hic, hngh...! M-Master, s-slowly, please... a little gentler..."
"..."
Ariel thrust silently. The pent-up desire she'd endured was immense. A crack had formed in the dam called restraint, and Asha had swung the hammer. So Ariel's hips didn't stop. Soon, her empty hands moved too, thanks to the spirits. As her pale hand reached for Asha's chest, the vines hiked up her clothes, retreating naturally to cradle her breasts for Ariel's thrusting access.
Ariel's eyes fixed on the nipples, swollen from the vines' torment. Against Asha's white skin, the red peaks stood out vividly. Squeezing them with both hands, she toyed with them, and Asha's walls clenched her rod tight!
"Ah, ngh! H-haa, hng, ahn..."
Ariel swallowed hard. There was more pleasure to be had. She savored the soft give of Asha's breasts as she thrust plung, plung. Hers were larger, but these felt uniquely special. She loved the frantic heartbeat pulsing through her fingers.
"W-Wait, just a moment, M-Master, hngh! Ah, n-nooo!?"
Unlike Ariel, Asha was overwhelmed. She'd wanted it, but the stimulation exceeded her imagination; she felt like she'd melt. Her teased body amplified every sensation. Each thrust made stars burst before her eyes and tugged at her core. The illusion that all feeling concentrated there shattered as the rod withdrew, pleasure exploding through her whole body.
Through her hazy vision, Asha saw Ariel. Bewildering. When shaking her hips to heal her, Master had seemed flustered, rational. But now... her face looked dangerous. Completely immersed in pleasure. Greedily craving her. A woman, yet wearing a male's predatory expression.
That emotion transmitted through her lower body, her chest. Asha felt something crumble deep in her belly. She didn't know what, but it felt familiar. The rod pounding thud, thud inside soon scattered the thought.
"Hek, kehk..."
The once-gentle hands grew rougher. Asha might have counted herself lucky if that were all. But more touches assailed her—not just Ariel's. Vines slithered, probing her other hole.
Asha shuddered. W-Wait, th-that's not for putting in... no, Master?
"J-Just a moment—"
As if tired of her chatter, Ariel's face drew close, claiming her lips roughly. Her invading tongue pinned Asha's lightly. Asha's already limp tongue could only surrender warm saliva and gulp the fruity nectar poured into her mouth. Lewd wet sounds mingled as their tongues entwined.
Even then, the vines diligently worked her other entrance. Circling teasingly, they overlapped stems and pried open the tiny pink opening, secreting sticky fluid reassuringly. The twisted vines slipped softly inside.
Her body quivered at the filling sensation. She wanted to speak, but Ariel's mouth sealed hers. Tongues sloshed noisily. Fingers flicked her breasts deftly. Hips rammed fiercely. Vines entered her rear cautiously.
Both holes stuffed full, Asha crested into climax. Trembling, she squirted fiercely between her thighs. But respite never came; the assault continued. Ariel vented her suppressed lust with relentless hips, while the vines and spirits—purpose unknown—pushed deeper.
"Hngh, hngh, mmph, ngh! Hnng!"
The vines wriggled inside her before withdrawing, satisfied. A bulging knot caught, dragging out laboriously. Pop. It slipped free, and Asha's hips bucked. She climaxed again, gushing. No rest. Another pop, another buck, walls clamping as her hips jerked.
J-Jiggly... stuff...
Asha's mind was mush, at pleasure's limit. Ariel fared no better. Instinct drove her thrusts, silencing noisy lips to plunder sweet fruit, but she neared her edge. Asha's walls squeezed brutally now, and beyond them, something writhed, adding bizarre stimulation.
Ariel sensed ejaculation imminent. Outside... pull out. The thought floated briefly before pleasure drowned it. It would feel good inside. The dreams always had.
Their bodies were slick long ago—with sweat, fluids, unknowns. Each piston sprayed clear liquid. Thick vines exiting trailed viscous streams.
Finally, with an embrace!, the last vine popped free. Asha's hips arched, bodies pressed tight. Ariel unleashed her seed. Gurgle, gurgle—it surged up her rod, flooding Asha's depths, soaking whatever lay collapsed within. Overflowing fluid gush! spilled from the gaps, filling the void as her rod shrank.
Reason flickered back. Ariel peeled her body away.
"..."
In her cooled mind, guilt and pleasure's afterglow clashed.
"Ahh... u-ugh..."
Asha's dazed moan echoed softly by the lake.