3 comments/ 7997 views/ 8 favorites For The First Time in Years Ch. 01 By: Moosifer Morrigan stood impatiently by the glass doors that opened out from the back of her estate into her garden. The sun would be rising soon and her lover should have long ago returned from her hunt. The white-haired woman remembered many nights just like this one many years ago when she stood waiting for the same thing in the same place for the same reason. Several decades ago, she would find herself standing outside those very doors at every turn of the moon. But during all those full moons her lover had returned eagerly to her arms, even before her transformation was through. She would come with game in her jaws and would present it to her proudly, always eager to show off her skills. They would watch the sunrise together until it was too unbearable for Mo's sensitive eyes to handle. And after the full moon had worn off, Mag would shrug off her werewolf form and they would head into the safety of the dark mansion. Depending on the two women's patience, they would either bathe off the blood, moss and dirt from Magdalena's dark skin and out of her wild curls. Or else they would head straight to bed and spend the entirety of the daylight hours in each others embrace. They would make love until both were spent and then they would sleep until the sun had once again set below the horizon, allowing for Morrigan to safely wander the world. The vampire supposed it was too much to ask for the werewolf to be eager to return to her. After so long apart with so many bitter feelings toward her, it was a miracle Magdalena had come to her home at all. While they did spend many hours together, it was obvious the honeymoon stage was over. Her lover was not so affectionate or needy anymore. In her time alone she had become very independant and negative. She was wiser in the way of the world and there was much less wonder in her eyes. That imaginative and free spirited naive young woman had been replaced by someone who had seen more than it seemed she had wanted to see. She had been tortured by all kinds and been shunted by her own kind. She had experienced more anger than any one person should be allowed to bear and she had failed to satiate that anger for many years. She'd starved nearly to death, been hunted, and traveled the world in search of her own game. But no matter how different the woman acted, Mo could not shake her feelings for her. Perhaps she was clinging to some false idea that it could be as wonderful as it used to be almost a century ago. They were happy together once and Mo wished more than anything that the world could return to that innocent time. It was unfair to ask it of Mag, she mused. It was unfair to wish her to remain blissfully ignorant just so that she could have some peace of mind. That time was long gone and it would never be the same again. All Mo could ask now was that Mag would not decide once again to take her anger out on her. A shadow slipped around the trees, catching Mo's attention and pulling her from her thoughts. As she observed the shape, it became obvious who it was. She smiled with relief and watched the battered, dirty and naked woman emerge from the treeline and into the borders of the garden. The moon had released its grip on her already and the sun was coming perilously close to being fully risen. Morrigan tentatively shuffled further into the shade of her home, wishing her lover would hurry to her. But she walked at her own pace, seeming not to even notice the fact that someone was waiting for her. She rolled her shoulders, and rubbed the sore muscles of her arms. Mo could see her how her body moved, tired and aching from her night in the woods. It was doubtful she would be willing to continue their tradition of spending the day together as they once did. This was only their first full moon together after a thousand alone. Mo would be patient with her and just let it happen when the right time came. It surprised her when Mag looked up from her body up to the crystal doors and the expression on her face wasn't that usual annoyed sneer. Mag seemed as surprised as she was that Mo was standing there waiting. Her pace slowed and her eyes glanced to the sun, silently asking her question. Yes, it was hurting her, but she would wait an entire day out in the light if she knew Mag would be coming to her. Mo smiled sheepishly and took a few steps further from the door and into the shade behind the doors, to which she was granted another surprising reaction. Mag hurried herself! She jogged down the garden path and up the stairs, her long legs taking her a long distance with each step. And when she reached the double crystal doors, she shut them tight, darkening the room and bringing Mo a great feeling of relief. "The hell are you doing?" the dark-haired woman snapped, making sure the curtains on the doors were closed tightly, protecting the vampire from daylight. "Don't you have anything better to do than to stand there like an idiot?" the berating continued. With any other person, Morrigan would never have tolerated such impudence. Whatever poor soul dared speak down to her with such disrespect would have had their throat slit in moments. But under Magdalena's gaze, Mo found herself cowering, staring guiltily down the slim and muscled brown legs before her at the bare brown feet. Mo feared no one, not even this tall and dangerous werewolf. They had battled many times in the past and Mo knew she could take her in a fair fight. What she did fear was that scorn. Ever since her return, Mag had been fiery in temper and easy to anger. So far she had not done anything that would cause her to leave once more, but she felt as if she was walking on coals trying to please this woman. It was unhealthy, she knew, but she needed this woman like an addict needed their own personal vices. After a very strained moment of silence where Mag received no answer, she seemed to soften. Mo looked up when she heard a resigned sigh escape the naked woman's lips. Without warning, those lips were at her own and she felt a very soft kiss grace her mouth. "I'm sorry," came the hoarse apology. Morrigan did not think Magdalena was even capable of feeling guilt anymore. She seemed so sure of herself and even arrogant at times. But there it was, a word that made her feel less at fault than she had felt in almost a century. "I'd forgotten what it was like back then. Just didn't think anyone was waiting for me anymore." Another soft kiss and Morrigan felt like she would melt. Brown fingers caressed her pale face and neck and hands cupped either cheek, almost holding her up to the loving kiss. Tentatively, Morrigan brought her hands to gently touch on the other woman's bare stomach. She felt smooth skin and taut muscle. This woman was a runner and a fighter and it showed. When there was no resistance, her hands moved more boldly along her naked sides, curving along with the woman's delicious shape. As her hands moved upwards. she could feel her lover's hands move down. Almost simultaneously, they touched on each other breasts. Magdalena's were small, but they were firm, perky and sensitive. Morrigan traced the tips her fingers along the hard brown nipples lovingly, enticing a moan from the lips attached to her own. Likewise, impossibly warm hands gripped her larger breasts through the fabric of her blouse and undergarments. Even through two layers of clothing, she could feel her heat and she wished for nothing more than to feel it directly on her skin. Luckily, Magdalena seemed to have that very same desire. The werewolf made a little distance between them to watch her own fingers deftly unbutton Morrigan's shirt. In seconds, her cleavage was clearly visible, skin pale against her black bra. Unfortunately, this moment could not continue. As desperate for that touch as both of them were, they were still in the middle of a hallway. Servants would be passing through any second to make sure the house was secure for the day and Morrigan did not think she had the constitution to be caught in public just yet. She knew for certain that Magdalena had never been the exhibitionist type. Pale hands pulled brown ones away from her chest, holding them to either side of her body gently. She received a questioning and annoyed look from the taller woman and she answered by leaning bodily against her and standing on tip toe to be able to whisper in her ear. "I would prefer somewhere more private, my love," her voice was low and sensual and it pleased her to feel the body against her own shiver. "How about we retreat to the bath? God knows we both deserve to just relax and soak." Morrigan knew by then that she had to be careful with her words around this one' as with everything. She had a silver tongue but many times now Magdalena could recognize and didn't appreciate being manipulated. And yet, she could not simply insult the woman to her face and tell her she reeked from her night in the woods. So a sincere suggestion that included the both of them and did not sound like a command seemed just the right thing to say. Still manipulative, but less obvious, she reasoned. Relief filled her when the words were agreed to positively and she felt Magdalena nod, their cheeks rubbing against one another. Deep red lips spread into a smile and she stepped back to take her lover's hand. It was a lack of foresight that she did not bring anything for Mag to cover herself in, but she didn't seem to think anything of it. Morrigan knew that she definitely didn't mind. Delicately, the pale woman led the dark one through the house, passing only a few respectful maids on their way up the stairs and toward the mansion's master bedroom. Only after the door was closed and locked behind them did Morrigan release Magdalena's hand. Without a word. she crossed the room toward the attached bathroom, disappearing within to run the bath. The porcelain bathroom was shining white and always meticulously clean. In all of Mo's long, long life, only Mag had been able to get away with making a mess. And sure enough, this woman was getting away with murder with the way her dirty feel padded along the floor, smearing her accumulated filth along the carpet and tile. The woman followed her into the bathroom, looking on in silent awe at the changes that had been made. The last time she had seen the bathroom, plumbing was a new concept and it had not been completely installed within quite yet. Now the room looked just as modern as any other. Except for the layout, Mag did not seem to recognize the room. Silently, Mo waved her over to the large jacuzzi-style tub, a mildly amused grin on her red lips. Mag, in a rare moment of obedience, did as she was bidden. She stepped up to the tub and Mo stepped up to her once more, taking each of her hands to place them on her buttons once more. "Now we can finish where we left off," she cooed, a sly smile on her lips. The smile was returned and the dark woman took no time in unfastening the remaining buttons and shoving the blouse from Mo's arms. The garment was thoughtlessly tossed to the tile floor in the same moment that Mag's hands started pushing away Mo's jeans. As the massive bath slowly filled, Mag took the time to make a show of the task. She lowered her body as she lowered the pants and panties from Mo's hips. She was on her knees before her shapely lover, her mouth exploring her lower belly. The undressing ended at Mo's ankles as they both became preoccupied with Mag's kisses. Her lips sucked and nipped at the flawless skin, as white and clean as the porcelain bathroom around them. As her lips moved lower still, Mo could feel herself shudder in anticipation. Those dark lips kissed the mound of her sex, tickling the thin, white, untrimmed hair and sending further sensations straight through her. Morrigan's resulting moan seemed to encourage her lover onward and prompted a tongue to snake from between her lips and between her own nether ones. Morrigan's stomach clenched from the pleasure. She stepped from her jeans, pulling her bare feet free to be able to spread them wider. Mag took the hint and licked eagerly at the area, tasting her juices. It was only then that Mo realized how wet she had become in her anticipation of this moment. She could feel Mag's tongue place focus on Mo's clit for a moment, sending lightning up through her body and causing her legs to go weak. She might have fallen had strong brown hands not taken grip around her thighs to hold her steady. With the arms wrapped around her legs, the fingers at each end tickled her skin, One caressed her inner thigh, another pushed upward past her legs to grip her buttox, the soft flesh molding between her fingers. Without thinking, the vampire's hands flew to their own positions. One settled in the werewolf's tangled mane. She gripped her locks and stroked her scalp with the tips of her fingers. Mag's head tilted, catching Mo's attention and she looked down to find she was looking back at her, watching. Pink appeared on Mo's cheeks and she loosened her grip sheepishly. It was hard to read those dark eyes lately, but it was very easy to feel intimidated by them. Whatever she must have been thinking it did not change her technique. Her whole mouth was working along the channel, sucking, nipping, kissing, stroking. She could feel her tongue threatening to enter her, driving her mad as it passed over her slit and denying her that pleasure, if only to replace it with a different pleasure with the continued stimulation of her clit. The motion was repetitive and she felt like she was in a trance, emotions flitting between impatience and wishing it would never end. Mo's other hand moved to her own breast, grasping it through the fabric of her bra tightly as if she needed something to cling to; as if it would steady her and bring her back down to earth. At some point, Morrigan had expected her lover to release her grip on her and finish undressing her so they might slip into the tub together. But she clung tightly to her and her assault between her legs only became more and more passionate and concentrated. The pleasure built and built with each passing second. Every time those lips sucked or that tongue flicked her clit, her body writhed and she moaned low with delight. She could not bring herself to stop it. She had wanted for this for so long. Her only dismay was in that she could not return the pleasure given her to the beautiful woman on her knees. They would continue play through the day, she hoped, and when the time came, she silently determined herself to return that pleasure tenfold. The end came very suddenly and powerfully. Morrigan cried out as she reached her orgasm. Even as her cum flowed from her, Mag did not move away, sucking all the more eagerly to taste her and keep the moment going for as long as she could. Morrigan heard laughter and glanced down, shocked by the sudden sound and change of tone. She was too lightheaded and breathless to process what was so funny right away. Mag's attention had moved from Mo's sex to the tile below them where water from the tub had begun to overflow in their carelessness. Mag pushed off of the floor and reached for the water spout while Mo recovered. She twisted the knob off and reached further down to pull the plug from the drain. "Perhaps we should focus on one thing at a time," she grinned up at her. Mo laughed in turn and nodded, her body still tingling from her climax. Once the water had emptied a bit, Magdalena replaced the drain. She stood once more to finish her previous task. Long arms reached around Morrigan to unclasp the black bra and it was tossed aside with all the rest of her clothes. The look on Mag's face as they bounced free amused Mo to no end. The woman bit her lip and seemed almost hungry. It was a look she had not seen on her face before, but she returned her lustful gaze. She took her lover's arms and pulled her toward her as she stepped into the tub, guiding her to sit in front of her, their legs entwined. Morrigan insisted on washing Magdalena first. She was the one covered in filth after all. She reached over the side and grabbed a clean loofa from the cabinet beside the tub as well as a scented bottle of body wash. She poured the soap liberally onto the sponge, filling the room with the sweet scent of flowers. Even before Morrigan had reached over to start scrubbing her lover's skin, the water had already become soiled by her dirtied feet and the blood that had clung to her. It disgusted Morrigan, but she knew the water would become plenty dirty still before this bath was done. Magdalena seemed willing to just allow Morrigan to do her task. She sat back against the side of the tub, legs splayed wide and revealing every part of her lovely body to the other without shame. Eagerly, Mo got to work. She scrubbed soap and water across her lover's skin, starting with her shoulders and making a path across her chest. She avoided touching her breasts, though her eyes could not look away from the erect nipples pointing right at her. She wanted to put her mouth on them so badly, but she bit her lip, determined to continue her washing first. She scrubbed down Mag's belly going as low as he pelvic area before the loofa was guided back up her left side. She took Mag's arm and spread it out in front of her to wash that as well. The next arm and then down her right side to her hips. Down her right leg, up her left, she worked slowly and thoroughly, glancing occasionally at the impatient expression on Mag's face. By the time she was done with her front, the water was all sorts of disgusting. Morrigan reached for the drain and allowed the tub to empty. She stood, taking Magdalena's hand and pulling her up alongside her. She motioned for her to pull the curtains closed and she did so. Once the tub was empty, Mo turned the faucet and pulled the tab that would reroute the water to the shower head above them. It rinsed them both well, leaving their skin clean and shining. With her feet, Mo started pushing the remaining filth from the tub down the drain until it was once more clean enough to seat themselves. While the water still showered down on them, she motioned for Mag to kneel in front of her again. "Your hair is an impossible mess, dear," she explained. "I can't reach it from down here." The woman must have been a full head taller than she was. Magdalena returned to her knees with only an uncertain look on her face to protest. Once again, Morrigan reached for the cabinet behind the tub and grabbed bottles of shampoo and conditioner... she would need a lot of conditioner to manage this crazy mop. She poured the shampoo onto her palm and started scrubbing through the tangles, laughing when her fingers became impossibly entwined with the curls. Magdalena caught on soon after and had to help her untangle herself several times before they had washed through the entire mass. "When was the last time you properly combed through your hair, my love?" she giggled, stepping back to let the shower rinse the soap from her hair. Her eyes traveled down her body along with the dripping white shampoo, as it trailed down her breasts, over her nipples and down her belly. It was such an oddly erotic little detail. "Oh come on, it's not that bad, is it?" Mag laughed in turn, pulling Mo's wandering eyes back to her smiling face. "My hair is just thick. I can stand up after it's been combed through and there would already be knots again!" She ran her hands through the dark clumps, pulling her fingers through the tangles with some effort. "At least it's not matted." "This is true," the vampire agreed, pursing her lips in a smile. She then took the bottle of conditioner and stood in front of the water once more so that she could rub the oily soap through as well. She was careful not to pull too harshly on her scalp with each tangle or knot that she combed her fingers through. She would do a more thorough job of that once they were out of the tub. She stepped aside for the second rinse and this time, Mag stood up to be able to wash the conditioner out herself and once more, Mo could not keep her eyes from the contrast of the white suds sensually caressing the dark skin on its path downward. For The First Time in Years Ch. 01 At that point, Morrigan couldn't help herself any more. Before Magdalena was done with rinsing, Mo pressed her soft body up against her back and reached around her slim sides under her arms. One hand groped a small breast, gripping the fat of them and squeezing the hard nub between the knuckles of her pointer and middle fingers. Her second hand moved in the opposite direction, teasing between her legs as had been done to her previously with the others mouth. She stroked the lips tenderly, eliciting a pleasured response from her lover's body. Morrigan grinned as she noted Magdalena's hands had stopped their scrubbing when she became distracted by the sensations. It was Mo's turn to return the favor. With oily conditioner running down her body and Mag's own natural lubrication from her swollen sex, it was easy for Mo to slip her fingers past the slippery lips. Mag spread her legs, welcoming the probing fingers and granting further access. Mo's touch was almost ticklish as they slipped past the swollen lips and down between them. She felt the clitoris, eagerly at attention and causing Mag's hips to wiggle whenever it was touched. She moved her hand lower, toward her pussy and her fingers trailed around the opening teasingly. Hips pushed against her fingers, impatient to feel some satisfaction instead of just teasing. Morrigan's grinning red lips trailed down Magdalena's spine, her own arousal rising just from feeling the others muscles tensing and pushing against her body. Knowing she should not make her lover wait for much longer, she started a much rougher onslaught. Both sets of fingers circled their respective nubbins. Both the nipple and the clitoris stood ready for her fingers and both seemed to grant Mag great pleasure. Playfully, Mo pinched her nipple, yanking just enough to get a gasp from her lover. Her lips brushed against the skin of each shoulder blade, sharp canines occasionally grazing the dark flesh. Mo's white breasts pressed flat against Mag's back, her own erect nipples feeling stimulation from the undulating body, causing Mo to moan softly in turn. And then came Mo's favorite part.~ Whenever Mag seemed close to reaching the edge, her low voice seemed to give up on her and was replaced by gasps and squeeks. She was not disappointed! Of the few things that had not changed, she was glad that this little feature had not. Mag's hands left her hair, totally giving up on the task and groped for each of Mo's respective hands, clenching them tightly as her orgasm hit her. Her back arched and she might have slipped in the slick tub had the two women not been clinging to each other so tightly. Squeeky moans escaped her lips until her voice completely escaped her at the height of it. A moment passed before she could breathe again and her body seemed to relax. Magdalena pulled the hand from her breast and brought it up to her lips to kiss it softly, taking time to peck on the pads of each finger, down her wrist and as she moved further, she spun around and yanked on Mo so their bodies were not separated for more than a second. She bent so the kisses moved up the pale arm until she was at Mo's shoulder and then neck where she bit down playfully. "Perhaps we should dry ourselves," Morrigan suggested, her voice a shaky whisper. For The First Time in Years Ch. 02 "Mmm," Mag agreed, still very much lost in the pleasure of the moment. On shaky legs, she stepped past the curtain and out of the tub. Mo watched her swaying hips as she crossed the large bathroom to a cabinet which held clean towels and linens. A thick, plush towel ruffled through the thick hair, surely tangling it up all over again. She rubbed the same towel down her shoulders and arms, chest and belly. When she bent to pat down her lengthy legs, Mo's heart rate increased once more as she got a nice view of swollen lips between her legs from behind. With a soft snicker, Morrigan removed her eyes from the lovely scene to turn off the running water and drain the tub of remaining water. She completely pushed the white shower curtains to the side and stepped out herself, following Magdalena's actions and grabbing a towel to dry herself off in the same manner. She felt a dampened towel at her back, aiding her in the process by reaching places more difficult to dry. She giggled when she felt the woman kiss the back of her neck and her shoulders, her hands groping her buttox through the towel. "Are you having fun back there?" she grinned back, craning her neck to look over her shoulder at the other woman. Mag only hummed again as a response. The lips moved back upward until they were at Mo's own, kissing her deeply, dropping the towel as she explored her backside with rough hands. Her fingers dug into the skin and spread each cheek, pressed them together. Her thumbs teased between them, threatening to press into the little untouched pucker. The idea of being touched there had always disgusted her before. At the moment, the teasing made her nervous in anticipation of what Mag was willing to do to her body. She felt her breasts at her back, the feel of pointed nipples sending a shiver down her spine. Her voice reverberated through the kiss, sounding her pleasure in the moment. It was unusual that this hotheaded woman could be so affectionate with her after their long schism apart. It felt like all the fear and doubt as of late had been for nothing. Perhaps it was the heightened passion that always gripped Magdalena this time of the month. Or perhaps it was the nostalgia of years passed that reminded the woman of how amazing days like these could be. It could have even been both, or something else entirely. Whatever the reason, Morrigan was ecstatic. This brought to her a boldness that she had could not have ever allowed to surface before with the woman. She wanted that feel of dominance and control back that she had once had. Pulling away from her lover, she spun full circle, took hold of Mag's hands and yanked her from the bathroom and into her warm bedroom. Getting the idea, the taller woman willingly and eagerly followed, her own wish to own this woman showing through when they reached the bed and Morrigan was pushed to lay on her back. She bounced once, giggling before she pushed herself to lay fully on the bed. Morrigan reached up and pulled Magdalena to lay beside her. The werewolf crawled into the bed on her side and wrapped her arms around Mo's waist, pulling their bodies close. Their legs entwined, their thighs forcefully pushing between each others legs. In harmony, their hips and legs pushed and rubbed, stimulating each others sex while their lips locked. Mo could feel the heat from Mag's pussy almost burning her skin, the natural lubricant feeling almost molten against her own supernaturally cold skin. It enticed her own body to pump her blood more quickly and she knew she must have been soaked down there, slobbering all over Mag's legs in their erotic dance. Both pairs of hands wandered and groped, caressed and scratched. Mo could feel sharp nails on her butt and the soft pads of fingers moving up her back, driving her insane with sensations. Her own hands wandered similarly, each pressing into Mag's small breasts, treating the fat and the nubs that topped them depending on how Mag's fingers treated her. When she felt pinches or scratches, she would pinch and twist herself, getting groans and moans of pleasure from her lover. When Mag was gentle, so was Mo, cupping her breasts gently and running her thumb in circles over the areola. Their kiss ended and Morrigan opened her eyes to watch the blissful look on her lover's face. She was a fantastic creature, soft skin framed by her crazy hair. Her lips were full and plush, slightly parted as she moaned softly. She could feel and taste her hot breath against her lips and she wasn't sure if she wanted to devour those lips again or keep watching the masterpiece in her arms. Magdalena opened her eyes slowly, the dark brown analyzing Mo's own pale face, pink eyes and red lips. Such a contrast they were! So closely pressed together as if they were one, Mo imagined they must have looked like two clashing brush strokes on a canvas. Lightness and Darkness, solemnity and wildness. Mag's view of their lovemaking was definitely not as artistic as Mo's. She was more impatient, more eager to reach the climax instead of enjoying the ride. Mo would enjoy the moment even still, no matter how quickly it passed by. Showing her impatience, Mag pushed Mo to lay once again on her back against the bedding. She extricated her long legs from the others and turned her body around. She brought her knees to either side of Mo's head and the albino automatically understood what she wanted from her. Morrigan's hands reached around Magdalena's legs, guiding the extremely hot lips between them to her mouth. She kissed and tasted them, feeling her heart jump in the nostalgia of the taste. She tasted so much the same as she always had, sweet, but musky, almost masculine and always wild. The hips rode against her face and she greeted each movement with a lap of her tongue. She sucked the erect clit between her lips, nipping it and causing her lover to jump in surprise. Her tongue ran down the channel and entered her, getting a taste of every bit of her sex. While Mo was busy, Mag bent herself over, her own mouth ducking between Mo's open legs to give her the same treatment. Mag's mouth was more coarse and diligent in its task, focusing more on stimulating the little bundle of nerves at the top than exploring and teasing. But each flick of her tongue or suck from her lips sent lightning up through Mo's body. Their moans vibrated through each other, only adding to the heat and pleasure. Mag's body arched and pushed, her muscles tensed and she could hear her breathing come in gasps and pants as she started to reach her climax once more. Mag's arms massaged Mo's thighs, spreading them wider still and granting her mouth full access to the soaking channel. Worming one arm around her leg, she pressed fingers to her entrance, enticing the swollen pussy to open for her. Two fingers buried themselves inside her, hooking upward to press at the soft walls and forcing a choking moan from Morrigan. It became harder to focus on her lover's body when her own was being driven so beautifully mad. She finished first, gasping and bucking her hips into Mag's fingers and mouth. Her lover never moved away, tasting her and driving her through the orgasm. After what must have been a whole minute, Mag moved away, allowing Mo to ride down from the tingling pleasure. Weakly she went back to work pleasing Mag, knowing she was impatient to feel that same explosion within her once more. It came shortly after and Mo held tightly to Mag's thighs, preventing her from moving away so that she could treat her to the same ride she had been treated. Mag's squeals of pleasure were music to her ears. Once Mag's own orgasm had passed, she rolled off of her and lay on her back beside her, panting and reveling in the glow that came after. "I'd forgotten how awesome it felt to be with another woman," she breathed, closing her eyes and just allowing her body a chance to relax. "Do you prefer being with a woman?" Morrigan mused, feeling somewhat sore in the memory that her lover had taken others during their time apart - specifically of the male sort. Morrigan had not exactly been celibate or waiting for her to return to her side, but she had never allowed a man to touch her. "In some ways," she answered. "You understand the best places on me, where to touch. You know how to make it all feel better, but sometimes... eh," she paused a moment, scratching her chin like she was embarrassed to admit her next words. Mo nudged her in the side with her elbow to encourage her. "Well," Mag continued. "Sometimes you just want a fuck. Like a real one with a dick, you know?" "I really don't know," Morrigan laughed at how crude her friend could be sometimes. Any experience she had ever been with a man was terrible, to be honest. "But I think I get the idea... in a different way, perhaps." She rolled off the bed and climbed back onto her feet. Her legs were somewhat wobbly, but she welcomed the weakness, loving what it had come from. Mag sat up to curiously watch her cross the room as she came to a dresser against the wall. Mo bent to search a middle drawer, rooting through it until she found what she was looking for hidden beneath the clothes. "I honestly don't believe I could stand having a man so intimate with me, but I do understand what they have to offer sexually." She offered a sort of embarrassed grin as she revealed her toy to her lover. She had accumulated several to keep her company over the recent years, but she figured the rubbery two-sided length would be most appropriate for the situation. As she had anticipated, Mag laughed at the sight of it. "I had never taken you for someone who would do it herself," she admitted. "What are you talking about, dear?" she grinned back, climbing seductively back onto the bed towards her. "You have always complained about how full of myself I can be. Wasn't it you who said that I love myself more than anyone else? Who better to have sex with than myself?" "Well, as long as you're enjoying yourself," Mag laughed, reaching over to Mo's face. She guided her head forward to her and kissed her lips. Mo could feel Mag's heat rising once again and she was eager to show her how much better and how much more satisfying she could be as a lover than any man. Mo reached down, pushing Mag's legs apart gently, simply nudging her to do it herself to imply what she wanted to do to her next. Mag opened up willingly, her hips pushing forward in anticipation. With their lips still attached, Mo pressed the toy to Mag's pussy, rolling it down between her legs to coat it with lubricant on both ends. Once she was satisfied, she pressed the rounded tip against her entrance and pushed, forcing the length into her as deeply as it would go. Their lips parted as Mag gasped and moaned, bucking her hips forward and eager to feel full. Mo climbed on top of her, straddling her hips and pointing the other end of the double-sided toy upwards. She lowered herself down onto it, impaling herself onto the other end, not stopping until she felt Mag's nether lips against her own. Time seemed to pause for a moment as they both stopped to adjust their bodies to the intrusion. Mag started moving her hips first, thrusting upward and forcing the toy deeper still into Mo's vagina and getting a surprised squeak from her. After that, it continued like any other one of their dances. The rhythm was choppy at first, but they found the right one rather quickly. One body pushed up while the other pushed down. Mag's hips came fast and hard and Mo matched the pace in her eagerness to please. Each time their bodies clashed, Mo could feel stimulation on her already oversensitive clit and it drove her insane with pleasure. Mag seemed equally lost in it, clutching the sheets beside her with one hand and reaching up to Mo's chest with the other. Her chest heaved and her small breasts bounced in their own lovely dance. She could feel her own breasts do the same, probably making a much bigger scene with their larger size. Mag's hand held one in place, unable to do much more than squeeze while she was entrapped within the moment. Mo was content with watching Mag's breasts move on their own and instead just ran her hands down her sides and over her belly. Up her legs and down her ass. Her body was so incredibly flush and hot to the touch and Mo couldn't get enough of it. With their bodies sensitive from their previous orgasms, it wasn't long before they reached their next one. It filled Mo with joy to watch Mag's body writhe as they finished together. She saw white behind her eyes and she cried out in pleasure as it filled her body for the third time that night. Their hips never stopped moving until their bodies lowered from that high. Mag fell limp against the sheets and Mo followed after her, falling on top of her and resting her head between her breasts. They were still connected by the rubber length, but neither seemed to mind. Their bodies were spent, both tired and ready to end their little playtime. Mo kissed Mag's chest lazily and closed her eyes. "I love you," she whispered in a raspy voice. "I always have." Mag placed a comforting hand on the back of her head, stroking through the thick white hair. "I love you too," she whispered back more softly, just as lovingly. "I have really missed saying this." Mo's heart nearly jumped out of her chest at those words. She smiled to herself and buried her face against Mag's breasts. "I have missed hearing it," she mumbled. She had never imagined she would ever hear those words uttered from the werewolf's lips ever again. The joy that resulted from such a simple statement was indescribable. There was a long silence between them where they lay together connected and content. Mo felt Mag's chest breathe deep and slow, pulling her from her own light doze. When she propped herself up, she found the woman fast asleep below her, soft lips parted and softly snoring. The vampire sat herself up, pulling herself free from the toy that joined them. She slid it carefully from her lover and wiped it dry on the sheets at their feet before she placed it quietly onto the nightstand at the head of the bed. Without waking her lover, she settled in beside her. Her silver head rested on the bronze shoulder, nuzzling the skin as she snuggled in closer. She smiled when an arm wrapped around her and held her tight to the other woman's body. For the first time in years, she felt at peace again.