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But one night, when Gwen slides her fingers inside Morgana and curls them, pressing tight against the soft flesh, and Morgana shudders and clenches around Gwen in a sudden desperate way she never has before, Gwen gets an idea.
"There," Morgana gasps, breathless, "Gwen, yes, that's perfect, there, please-" and Gwen keeps stroking, firm pressure in the same place until Morgana comes, and it's wonderful, but Gwen thinks - what if she had something bigger than her fingers?
The next evening, when Morgana is kissing down Gwen's neck, fingers brushing light and teasing across the sensitive area just below her breasts, Gwen says,
"Morgana, have you ever been with a man?"
Morgana stills instantly. "No. No, Gwen, there's no one but you, there never has been-"
And that makes Gwen's face heat, and her heart swell, but that isn't the point. "No, I meant - I didn't think - that is to say-" she bites her lip, forces herself to relax, because she abandoned her shyness - in this regard at least - around the first time Morgana pushed her tongue into Gwen's body, and she doesn't want it back now. Gwen turns in Morgana's arms, to face the lady, and says "I meant to ask, have you ever had anything more than fingers inside you?"
Morgana blushes, and that in itself is a rare pleasure; it's so unusual to catch her in anything but complete confidence. "No," she admits.
"Would you like to?"
"I - Gwen, what-"
Gwen reaches into one of the pockets of her dress and draws out the object she found this afternoon. It's a wooden shaft, a little longer than her hand, hard and polished smooth, with a knob at one end. The thing is intended as the handle for some tool or dagger - there's an opening at the flat end to receive the tang. Gwen holds it up, watches Morgana's eyes widen.
"I thought you might like it, my lady, but if you don't want-"
Morgana cuts her off with a kiss, hot and deep, and when they pull apart Morgana gasps "Yes, Gwen, yes," into her ear, and draws her towards the bed.
Once they're undressed, Morgana lays back against the pillows and looks to Gwen, curious and eager and deferential in a way that still makes Gwen tremble, even after all this time. She gently parts Morgana's legs so she can kneel on the bed between them. Gwen leans forward, kisses Morgana's lips quickly - too quickly for her to begin to respond - then draws her fingers down Morgana's body, skimming the sides of her breasts and her ribs and her narrow hips, then traces the boundary between hip and thigh, and halts just where the coarse dark hair begins.
Even though she's seen everything, touched everything, tasted everything there is of Morgana a dozen times over, Gwen's heart still hammers in her ears. This is something new, something different. Morgana is flushed, her breaths shallow, her eyes filled with trusting anticipation, and that trust is enough to make Gwen swallow her own nerves and proceed.
She slips her fingers quickly between Morgana's folds, just to check - yes, wet, more than wet enough. The wooden handle feels heavy in her hand, suddenly, so much thicker and more solid than she ever considered when it was just part of a tool. Gwen grasps it by the flat end, uses her other hand to part the way, and draws the knob carefully along Morgana's slit, from the opening up to the sensitive bud above and back down, back and forth, unhurried, collecting the moisture there. Morgana shudders slightly, parts her legs further, keeps watching Gwen.
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Morgana's eyes close then, her mouth falling open, brow wrinkling, but it's an expression of pleasure that's all too familiar to Gwen. She adjusts her grip on the handle, eases a little more inside, then tugs it back, almost all the way out, and pushes in deeper than before. Again, and again, and then, when most of the length is buried in her, Morgana's hips jerk and the angle changes and she moans, low and quiet.
"Oh, Gwen, that's..."
"How does it feel?" Gwen asks, not bothered to be ashamed by the tremor in her own voice.
"It's... I don't know, it's different, fuller, like - I've never felt so - aware of-" she gasps, then, as Gwen pulls the handle back and thrusts back in, faster this time, angled back so the knob hits that particular place again. The fingers of Gwen's free hand are pressed against the edges of Morgana's opening and she can just feel the slight unconscious flutter of the muscles inside, matching Morgana's short sharp breaths. It's not the same as having her fingers buried deep, as feeling Morgana's walls clench tight, but the little stuttery jerks of Morgana's hips more than make up for it, work just as well to make Gwen's own body pulse and beg for attention.
She sets a quick rhythm, twisting the handle almost entirely out, exposing the polished surface glistening with Morgana's wetness for just a moment, then thrusting in, sharp and deep, again and again and again. When Morgana is groaning incoherently, clutching at the sheets below her, whimpering and desperate, then Gwen drags the knuckles of her free hand across the bundle of nerves. Once, twice, slow and steady in contrast to the hurried uneven motion of the handle, and then Morgana's body clamps down as she sobs Gwen's name.
Later, after Morgana has caught her breath and used it to kiss Gwen senseless, after the slightest brush of Morgana's thigh between her legs sends Gwen to her own release, when they've both calmed and curled close together, then Morgana grins, warm and wicked, and says
"Gwen, have you ever had anything more than fingers inside you?"
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*whimpers*
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Oh my god.
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delicious
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