Malleable {2/2}afterandalasiaJanuary 16 2014, 20:50:02 UTC
"You can feel how wet you are, how much you ache to be filled. Run circles around that clit of yours, smooth and slow," her words drawl out, just enough magic in them to strengthen the deep sea which Giselle is under. "Then slide your fingers lower. Run them along the folds of your pussy; feel how right that is, how good it makes you feel." Giselle's lips part, her breath coming faster, and Narissa has to resist the urge to slide her hand beneath her own dress. "Feel the need in your passage, how empty it is. It just needs to be filled up. You know how good your fingers will feel. Put them in."
Without even pausing, Giselle slips two fingers into herself and gives a debauched moan that makes Narissa feel weak at the knees. She has to take a deep breath to make sure that her voice is steady before she continues to speak.
"Concentrate on how they feel inside you, how good, how tight your muscles feel around them. Slide them out, yes, and then in again, feel how the movement makes it so much better. You want to keep feeling that."
"More," Giselle whispers. "More."
"Go on," says Narissa warmly. "Pleasure yourself. It feels so good to touch yourself, so warm and tight, and it makes you so aware of your body, so relaxed at the same time." Giselle's fingers were increasing in pace, visibly wet whenever she withdrew them, and Narissa clenched her knees together. "Feel your muscles tightening, needing to be filled over and over, feel how good it is."
She is not sure that she has ever seen anyone this deeply affected by the fountain. Edward will gladly sit and watch it for hours, and Nathan can be ordered to do his duties without distraction, made to think that Narissa actually appreciates his work. But as she watches Giselle writhing on the ground, hips lifting in time with the thrusts of her hand, she rather thinks that the girl's meeting Edward was more fortunate than she had originally supposed.
"Come," she whispers, and Giselle does so with a cry, back arching off the ground and eyes fluttering closed before falling back, panting and sighing intermittently.
For a moment, Narissa is content simply to look on, seeing the shine on the girl's thighs, the blissful look on her face, the way that the sheen of sweat makes her breasts almost glitter in the sunlight. Then a wicked thought comes to her.
"You really should clean your hand. Lick it away, make sure that nothing remains."
Giselle raises her hand to her lips and does as she is told. It manages to be as obscene as touching herself, her tongue wrapping around each finger, lips hollowing as she sucks each one clean, paying particular attention to the two fingers with which she fucked herself.
"You feel so content, so relaxed. As if you have been dreaming of frolicking in fields or... whatever it is that girls like you find good. When you awake, you will remember nothing of this. You will have an unexplained feeling of good-will towards me," adds Narissa, almost whimsically. "Now, put on your clothes again."
It is as if nothing has ever happened, save for the colour in Giselle's cheeks and the lust pooling between Narissa's thighs.
"Lie down on the ground. Listen to the sound of my voice. When I say 'awaken', you will do so, as if you are peacefully coming out of your deep sleep. Three... two... one... awaken."
Giselle's eyes flutter closed for a second, then open again, and she gives a bleary yawn and stretch. She pats the ground, confusion clouding her face, then looks around and sees Narissa. "Oh! Your Majesty!" The girl stumbles to her feet, hurriedly smoothing her dress. "I'm so sorry. I..."
Something flickers in her eyes as she tries to recall things. "Don't worry, my dear," says Narissa. She reaches out her hand, and with a surprised but happy look Giselle takes it. "I thought that a nap in the sunshine would be a pleasant way to spend the afternoon. How do you feel?"
"Just..." Giselle shrugs, smiling. "Wonderful. I really do feel so refreshed right now."
"Very good." Narissa squeezes Giselle's hand. "Perhaps we should make this a regular occurrence."
Re: Malleable {2/2}afterandalasiaMarch 9 2014, 22:12:40 UTC
Prompt op here, sorry for the late response but I missed that this got filled! Thank you so much, this was ridiculously hot and exactly what I had hoped for! <3
Without even pausing, Giselle slips two fingers into herself and gives a debauched moan that makes Narissa feel weak at the knees. She has to take a deep breath to make sure that her voice is steady before she continues to speak.
"Concentrate on how they feel inside you, how good, how tight your muscles feel around them. Slide them out, yes, and then in again, feel how the movement makes it so much better. You want to keep feeling that."
"More," Giselle whispers. "More."
"Go on," says Narissa warmly. "Pleasure yourself. It feels so good to touch yourself, so warm and tight, and it makes you so aware of your body, so relaxed at the same time." Giselle's fingers were increasing in pace, visibly wet whenever she withdrew them, and Narissa clenched her knees together. "Feel your muscles tightening, needing to be filled over and over, feel how good it is."
She is not sure that she has ever seen anyone this deeply affected by the fountain. Edward will gladly sit and watch it for hours, and Nathan can be ordered to do his duties without distraction, made to think that Narissa actually appreciates his work. But as she watches Giselle writhing on the ground, hips lifting in time with the thrusts of her hand, she rather thinks that the girl's meeting Edward was more fortunate than she had originally supposed.
"Come," she whispers, and Giselle does so with a cry, back arching off the ground and eyes fluttering closed before falling back, panting and sighing intermittently.
For a moment, Narissa is content simply to look on, seeing the shine on the girl's thighs, the blissful look on her face, the way that the sheen of sweat makes her breasts almost glitter in the sunlight. Then a wicked thought comes to her.
"You really should clean your hand. Lick it away, make sure that nothing remains."
Giselle raises her hand to her lips and does as she is told. It manages to be as obscene as touching herself, her tongue wrapping around each finger, lips hollowing as she sucks each one clean, paying particular attention to the two fingers with which she fucked herself.
"You feel so content, so relaxed. As if you have been dreaming of frolicking in fields or... whatever it is that girls like you find good. When you awake, you will remember nothing of this. You will have an unexplained feeling of good-will towards me," adds Narissa, almost whimsically. "Now, put on your clothes again."
It is as if nothing has ever happened, save for the colour in Giselle's cheeks and the lust pooling between Narissa's thighs.
"Lie down on the ground. Listen to the sound of my voice. When I say 'awaken', you will do so, as if you are peacefully coming out of your deep sleep. Three... two... one... awaken."
Giselle's eyes flutter closed for a second, then open again, and she gives a bleary yawn and stretch. She pats the ground, confusion clouding her face, then looks around and sees Narissa. "Oh! Your Majesty!" The girl stumbles to her feet, hurriedly smoothing her dress. "I'm so sorry. I..."
Something flickers in her eyes as she tries to recall things. "Don't worry, my dear," says Narissa. She reaches out her hand, and with a surprised but happy look Giselle takes it. "I thought that a nap in the sunshine would be a pleasant way to spend the afternoon. How do you feel?"
"Just..." Giselle shrugs, smiling. "Wonderful. I really do feel so refreshed right now."
"Very good." Narissa squeezes Giselle's hand. "Perhaps we should make this a regular occurrence."
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