Hope nobody minds this... ;)
I do feel a bit bad about kinda cheating you all out of a final interlude for Sensory Pleasure, so I decided to try and do something about it. No, I didn't come up with something else for that story - I meant it, there was really nothing I could do with that - but I did remember that there was one other unfinished interlude I hadn't written... for Monica and Kathleen from Pantheon. ^_^
It's fitting, really, that the couple from my first interlude for Pantheon will also be in the last. A nice way to bring everything full circle.
"Just because I don't really like her personally, or think she's good enough for Raquel, that doesn't mean I don't respect her abilities." She rubbed one of the spots on her head that had been sore for days after she'd woken up from her coma. "After all, I did get a taste of them first-hand."
"True enough." Kathleen was silent for a moment. "I want you to meet my family."
"Now?" Monica asked, blinking. Wasn't it a little late?
Kathleen started laughing. "Oh, God... No, not now. I mean after we get back from the mission. They're probably asleep right now, you dork," she said with a fond grin.
"Oh." Even in the faint light of the dying candles scattered here and there throughout the room, Monica's blush was visible. "I knew that."
Kathleen snickered.
"No, really, I did!" She took a breath and composed herself. "And I'd like that. You're sure that... it'll be okay?"
"Trust me," Kathleen said softly. "They'll love you. They already know about me, after all." They'd found out shortly before she'd graduated from high school, when they'd caught her with another girl in her bedroom. After the initial shock wore off, they took it very well.
She'd still been grounded, of course, because some things were just off limits no matter what gender the other person was, but that had been entirely fair, really, and she'd been so happy that they hadn't freaked out she hadn't complained once.
She smiled. "I may have told my brother about us already, though." Because when she'd caught herself crushing hard on her new roommate, she'd had to tell someone, and it had been only natural to keep him up to date on the continuing developments.
"Is that he kept giving me funny looks when he came out to visit?" Monica asked, eyebrow raised.
"Ah... possibly."
"Kathy..."
"You're talking about his visit four months ago?"
"Obviously." It had, after all, been the only time she'd met him.
"Ah. Well... I may have... kind of... well, I might have admitted, when pressed, that yes, I was in love with you."
"Really?" Monica gasped in mock astonishment. "You love me? Oh my gosh, I never would have guessed! I can see why you didn't want to mention that part to me. This is unbelievable!"
"Monica..."
"I mean, you love me. That's the most unbelievable thing I've ever heard!" Monica continued, grinning. "Wait until everyone else finds out about this! Love! Who would have guessed?"
Losing the battle to keep a straight face, Kathleen reached over and swatted her girlfriend's bare behind. After Monica yelped, she leaned in close and said, "All right, I get it. But keep in mind that you, yourself, didn't even know until very recently. And might not have known for even longer, had Kali not done what she did. So you're hardly in any position to say anything about whether or not it was obvious that I loved you."
That was true enough, she supposed. But still... "I hoped," she whispered. "This was all so new to me, so scary... But when I was with you, everything felt... better. So I hoped you would eventually love me as much... as much as I loved you."
"Well, you got your wish," Kathleen murmured as she tenderly kissed her lover.
"I got everything I could ever want," Monica replied, looking like she might cry out of sheer happiness any second.
"And you're never getting rid of me," Kathleen promised.
"Never, huh?"
"Nope. Never." She suddenly grinned. "Of course, if you need me to show you how I feel..." she began as her fingers began gently moving across Monica's generous chest.
Monica grinned back. "Well, I don't know if I need that..." she said innocently.
Kathleen chuckled. "Oh, is there something you might want, then?" She started lazily tracing patterns on one of Monica's breasts.
The redhead shivered with delight. "Now that," she stated, "is a truly silly question."
"Maybe so, but it still needed to be asked." Before Monica could reply, she leaned down and kissed her. It was a slow, sensual kiss, and Monica moaned into it. Sex was still a new thing for her, but she'd come to recognize the way her body responded to Kathleen, and right now it was rapidly approaching the point of no return, where everything else would cease to exist for her, and nothing mattered beyond satisfying her lover.
Honestly, she kind of loved it when that happened.
She reached up and grasped the back of Kathleen's head, pulling her closer and deepening the kiss. Her hair was still damp with the sweat from their previous exertions, but somehow that only turned Monica on more.
And there it was. Everything else dropped away, not that she noticed. Her kisses became more urgent, more heated, and she rolled them over so that she was straddling Kathleen. And suddenly just her lips wasn't enough - she had to kiss Kathleen everywhere. Kathleen groaned and shifted as Monica set about kissing every exposed patch of skin she could find - which, since she was naked, was a lot. "I love you," she said inbetween kisses. She enjoyed it so much, she said it again. "I love you... so much that... God..."
Kathleen stilled her movements and pulled her up for another slow kiss. "I love you, too," she said, locking eyes with her. For a long moment, they simply lay motionless, lost in each others' eyes.
Then Monica shifted slightly, bringing her knee into contact with Kathleen's groin, and she couldn't stop a quiet moan, shattering the spell.
"I think it's time for one of your toys," Monica said quietly, smiling.
"I agree," Kathleen said huskily, wanting nothing more right then but to hear Monica screaming in pleasure.
"I want to use it on you."
Her eyebrows rose. "Are you sure?"
A nod. "Positive. It's my turn." Her smile turned just a shade wicked. "And I think it's your turn to scream for me."
"What, I didn't already do that tonight?" Kathleen asked as she slid out from under Monica - however reluctantly - and, after turning on the lamp next to Monica's bed (the candles were mostly gone by then, so she took a moment to blow the rest out, to prevent a potential fire hazard) moved over to the chest where she kept her toys. She didn't want the 'small' one - not in the mood she was in - but the biggest one would probably be a bit too big for her after so long without having one used on her. Finally she settled on the 'medium' one. It was ten inches in length and thicker then the one Monica was used to, and had another little surprise for her. "Stand up."
Ordinarily, she would have been rather nervous right then. But between the sexual high and her unhesitating trust in Kathleen, Monica felt perfectly calm - albeit with a fair bit of giddy excitement - as she got to her feet and let Kathleen put it on her. She felt a jolt shoot up from her center as Kathleen tightened the straps and gasped in surprise.
Her girlfriend chuckled. "I guess you noticed the surprise, hmm? Well, just in case you haven't figured it out, yet, this one also has a vibrating egg. It's set on low, so it won't overwhelm you, but you ought to get as much pleasure out of this as I will."
Monica, her eyes darkening and seeming to unfocus, told her, "Get on the bed, right now." Grinning wickedly, Kathleen did just that.
Despite her aggressive words, Monica was a bit tentative while entering her. Kathleen drew in a shuddering breath, spreading her legs a little wider. "Oh, yeah, that's it," she said as Monica began a slow thrusting rythem. "Just like that. Do it, baby. Do me. Fuck me, Mon." At Monica's wide-eyed look, she grinned. "You know you want to. Make me cum. Make me scream. You said you would."
She cried out with pleasure as Monica did, indeed, pick up the pace, her girlfriend's rising voice proving that the clitoral stimulation was working just as effectively as Kathleen remembered it. "God, you look so hot right now, screwing my brain out like this," Kathleen panted out. Monica was generally too shy to say anything, but Kathleen knew that she loved it when she talked dirty to her like that. "We're video taping this next time, I swear. Don't worry, you'll like it, I promise. You like this, too, don't you? Being on top, pounding my hot, wet pussy with your nice thick cock? Making me squirm and scream and beg you for more?" Monica was giving it to her hard and fast by that point, almost frantic with lust. Kathleen knew how she felt. She was almost there, so close... "You like fucking me, don't you?"
Monica briefly stilled, long enough to whisper into her ear, "No. I love fucking you."
Given how rarely Monica actually swore, that by itself was almost hot enough to make Kathleen climax by itself. Combined with Monica's renewed assault with the dildo...
It was just too much. All she could do was desperately cling to Monica while the orgasm shook her, leaving her a limp pile.
Monica, however, didn't stop.
The stimulation she'd been getting had been doing its job, and watching Kathleen get off was always one of the hottest things she'd ever seen, so Monica was now in the throes of her own climax. The first one had barely stopped before the second one started. Then the third. And the fourth.
Kathleen had somehow scraped up the energy to rub her own breasts, gently pinching and tweaking her nipples, and groaned her way into a shout as another orgasm hit her.
She literally couldn't move when Monica finally stopped after her seventh. It was all the Irish girl could do to pull out, take off the harness, and let it fall to the floor before collapsing against her girlfriend. "I t-think that... that oughta... d-do it for... tonight," Monica wheezed, desperately trying to catch her breath.
"...I'd say," Kathleen whispered. Even moving to shut off the lights seemed like too much of a chore. Not that they'd stop her from falling asleep. She could barely keep her eyes open now. "I think I'm gonna pass out, now. Can you get the lights?"
Or at least that was what she'd meant to say. What actually came out sounded more like, "I finkim gun passownw. Canug delites?"
Either Monica understood gibberish or she'd been thinking along the same lines, because she managed, after a few blind swats, to reach the bedside lamp and shut it off. Thankfully, that was the only one that had been on, because neither of them would have been able to stand for a while.
They'd have to shower in the morning, Monica decided as she cuddled up against Kathleen. They both needed one, but doing so right then was impossible. She knew she was certainly worn out.
She grinned to herself, even as she felt sleep tugging at her senses. Seven. That was a new record for her. She had one final thought before she drifted completely off to sleep.
She wondered if they'd be able to top it later.
And so that wraps up the remaining loose ends for the Pantheon saga. Sorry for making you all wait so long for this one. Hope you enjoyed it. ^_^
It's fitting, really, that the couple from my first interlude for Pantheon will also be in the last. A nice way to bring everything full circle.
"Just because I don't really like her personally, or think she's good enough for Raquel, that doesn't mean I don't respect her abilities." She rubbed one of the spots on her head that had been sore for days after she'd woken up from her coma. "After all, I did get a taste of them first-hand."
"True enough." Kathleen was silent for a moment. "I want you to meet my family."
"Now?" Monica asked, blinking. Wasn't it a little late?
Kathleen started laughing. "Oh, God... No, not now. I mean after we get back from the mission. They're probably asleep right now, you dork," she said with a fond grin.
"Oh." Even in the faint light of the dying candles scattered here and there throughout the room, Monica's blush was visible. "I knew that."
Kathleen snickered.
"No, really, I did!" She took a breath and composed herself. "And I'd like that. You're sure that... it'll be okay?"
"Trust me," Kathleen said softly. "They'll love you. They already know about me, after all." They'd found out shortly before she'd graduated from high school, when they'd caught her with another girl in her bedroom. After the initial shock wore off, they took it very well.
She'd still been grounded, of course, because some things were just off limits no matter what gender the other person was, but that had been entirely fair, really, and she'd been so happy that they hadn't freaked out she hadn't complained once.
She smiled. "I may have told my brother about us already, though." Because when she'd caught herself crushing hard on her new roommate, she'd had to tell someone, and it had been only natural to keep him up to date on the continuing developments.
"Is that he kept giving me funny looks when he came out to visit?" Monica asked, eyebrow raised.
"Ah... possibly."
"Kathy..."
"You're talking about his visit four months ago?"
"Obviously." It had, after all, been the only time she'd met him.
"Ah. Well... I may have... kind of... well, I might have admitted, when pressed, that yes, I was in love with you."
"Really?" Monica gasped in mock astonishment. "You love me? Oh my gosh, I never would have guessed! I can see why you didn't want to mention that part to me. This is unbelievable!"
"Monica..."
"I mean, you love me. That's the most unbelievable thing I've ever heard!" Monica continued, grinning. "Wait until everyone else finds out about this! Love! Who would have guessed?"
Losing the battle to keep a straight face, Kathleen reached over and swatted her girlfriend's bare behind. After Monica yelped, she leaned in close and said, "All right, I get it. But keep in mind that you, yourself, didn't even know until very recently. And might not have known for even longer, had Kali not done what she did. So you're hardly in any position to say anything about whether or not it was obvious that I loved you."
That was true enough, she supposed. But still... "I hoped," she whispered. "This was all so new to me, so scary... But when I was with you, everything felt... better. So I hoped you would eventually love me as much... as much as I loved you."
"Well, you got your wish," Kathleen murmured as she tenderly kissed her lover.
"I got everything I could ever want," Monica replied, looking like she might cry out of sheer happiness any second.
"And you're never getting rid of me," Kathleen promised.
"Never, huh?"
"Nope. Never." She suddenly grinned. "Of course, if you need me to show you how I feel..." she began as her fingers began gently moving across Monica's generous chest.
Monica grinned back. "Well, I don't know if I need that..." she said innocently.
Kathleen chuckled. "Oh, is there something you might want, then?" She started lazily tracing patterns on one of Monica's breasts.
The redhead shivered with delight. "Now that," she stated, "is a truly silly question."
"Maybe so, but it still needed to be asked." Before Monica could reply, she leaned down and kissed her. It was a slow, sensual kiss, and Monica moaned into it. Sex was still a new thing for her, but she'd come to recognize the way her body responded to Kathleen, and right now it was rapidly approaching the point of no return, where everything else would cease to exist for her, and nothing mattered beyond satisfying her lover.
Honestly, she kind of loved it when that happened.
She reached up and grasped the back of Kathleen's head, pulling her closer and deepening the kiss. Her hair was still damp with the sweat from their previous exertions, but somehow that only turned Monica on more.
And there it was. Everything else dropped away, not that she noticed. Her kisses became more urgent, more heated, and she rolled them over so that she was straddling Kathleen. And suddenly just her lips wasn't enough - she had to kiss Kathleen everywhere. Kathleen groaned and shifted as Monica set about kissing every exposed patch of skin she could find - which, since she was naked, was a lot. "I love you," she said inbetween kisses. She enjoyed it so much, she said it again. "I love you... so much that... God..."
Kathleen stilled her movements and pulled her up for another slow kiss. "I love you, too," she said, locking eyes with her. For a long moment, they simply lay motionless, lost in each others' eyes.
Then Monica shifted slightly, bringing her knee into contact with Kathleen's groin, and she couldn't stop a quiet moan, shattering the spell.
"I think it's time for one of your toys," Monica said quietly, smiling.
"I agree," Kathleen said huskily, wanting nothing more right then but to hear Monica screaming in pleasure.
"I want to use it on you."
Her eyebrows rose. "Are you sure?"
A nod. "Positive. It's my turn." Her smile turned just a shade wicked. "And I think it's your turn to scream for me."
"What, I didn't already do that tonight?" Kathleen asked as she slid out from under Monica - however reluctantly - and, after turning on the lamp next to Monica's bed (the candles were mostly gone by then, so she took a moment to blow the rest out, to prevent a potential fire hazard) moved over to the chest where she kept her toys. She didn't want the 'small' one - not in the mood she was in - but the biggest one would probably be a bit too big for her after so long without having one used on her. Finally she settled on the 'medium' one. It was ten inches in length and thicker then the one Monica was used to, and had another little surprise for her. "Stand up."
Ordinarily, she would have been rather nervous right then. But between the sexual high and her unhesitating trust in Kathleen, Monica felt perfectly calm - albeit with a fair bit of giddy excitement - as she got to her feet and let Kathleen put it on her. She felt a jolt shoot up from her center as Kathleen tightened the straps and gasped in surprise.
Her girlfriend chuckled. "I guess you noticed the surprise, hmm? Well, just in case you haven't figured it out, yet, this one also has a vibrating egg. It's set on low, so it won't overwhelm you, but you ought to get as much pleasure out of this as I will."
Monica, her eyes darkening and seeming to unfocus, told her, "Get on the bed, right now." Grinning wickedly, Kathleen did just that.
Despite her aggressive words, Monica was a bit tentative while entering her. Kathleen drew in a shuddering breath, spreading her legs a little wider. "Oh, yeah, that's it," she said as Monica began a slow thrusting rythem. "Just like that. Do it, baby. Do me. Fuck me, Mon." At Monica's wide-eyed look, she grinned. "You know you want to. Make me cum. Make me scream. You said you would."
She cried out with pleasure as Monica did, indeed, pick up the pace, her girlfriend's rising voice proving that the clitoral stimulation was working just as effectively as Kathleen remembered it. "God, you look so hot right now, screwing my brain out like this," Kathleen panted out. Monica was generally too shy to say anything, but Kathleen knew that she loved it when she talked dirty to her like that. "We're video taping this next time, I swear. Don't worry, you'll like it, I promise. You like this, too, don't you? Being on top, pounding my hot, wet pussy with your nice thick cock? Making me squirm and scream and beg you for more?" Monica was giving it to her hard and fast by that point, almost frantic with lust. Kathleen knew how she felt. She was almost there, so close... "You like fucking me, don't you?"
Monica briefly stilled, long enough to whisper into her ear, "No. I love fucking you."
Given how rarely Monica actually swore, that by itself was almost hot enough to make Kathleen climax by itself. Combined with Monica's renewed assault with the dildo...
It was just too much. All she could do was desperately cling to Monica while the orgasm shook her, leaving her a limp pile.
Monica, however, didn't stop.
The stimulation she'd been getting had been doing its job, and watching Kathleen get off was always one of the hottest things she'd ever seen, so Monica was now in the throes of her own climax. The first one had barely stopped before the second one started. Then the third. And the fourth.
Kathleen had somehow scraped up the energy to rub her own breasts, gently pinching and tweaking her nipples, and groaned her way into a shout as another orgasm hit her.
She literally couldn't move when Monica finally stopped after her seventh. It was all the Irish girl could do to pull out, take off the harness, and let it fall to the floor before collapsing against her girlfriend. "I t-think that... that oughta... d-do it for... tonight," Monica wheezed, desperately trying to catch her breath.
"...I'd say," Kathleen whispered. Even moving to shut off the lights seemed like too much of a chore. Not that they'd stop her from falling asleep. She could barely keep her eyes open now. "I think I'm gonna pass out, now. Can you get the lights?"
Or at least that was what she'd meant to say. What actually came out sounded more like, "I finkim gun passownw. Canug delites?"
Either Monica understood gibberish or she'd been thinking along the same lines, because she managed, after a few blind swats, to reach the bedside lamp and shut it off. Thankfully, that was the only one that had been on, because neither of them would have been able to stand for a while.
They'd have to shower in the morning, Monica decided as she cuddled up against Kathleen. They both needed one, but doing so right then was impossible. She knew she was certainly worn out.
She grinned to herself, even as she felt sleep tugging at her senses. Seven. That was a new record for her. She had one final thought before she drifted completely off to sleep.
She wondered if they'd be able to top it later.
And so that wraps up the remaining loose ends for the Pantheon saga. Sorry for making you all wait so long for this one. Hope you enjoyed it. ^_^