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Lesbian Lust in Fantasyland: Horny Halfling: In Her Secret Service, Part 5

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23 pages20 minutes

Summary

Summary:

All tied up and nowhere to go... Miranda has been "abducted" by the girl she was hired to help arrest, a sexy lesbian assassin. Their relationship has been complicated by their mutual affections, and now the assassin, Riri, may have a plan for both of them to escape so they can be free to have a much simpler and much more honest love life. But the plan is very, very risky.

With odds against them, the two women spend one last evening in each other's arms (and between each other's thighs). One last wet, sweet, sweaty, sexy evening of spilled lust and shuddering breaths. It may be their last night together, they needed to make it count.

This steamy, sticky story of star-crossed girl-lovers is all about desperate affection and hungry love. It contains dirty descriptions of a whole bunch of oral sex, the kind that makes both participants very, very wet (in more ways than one).

Approx. 5600 words, intended for adults only.

Excerpt:

Riri ran he fingers over Miranda’s hair, from forehead to the back of her neck. Miranda sucked in an uneven breath as her body tightened. That simple touch was what finally sparked her, down below. She felt the first real wetness, the beginnings of tightness, the tension in her belly, the heat between her thighs.

“No, not yet, sweet Flame. The guards have only recently realized your abduction. They won’t be looking for a short while. We want to give them some time to spread out.” Riri’s whisper was warm, sultry even.

It wasn’t the kind of whisper to tell a secret. It was the kind of whisper to confess a need. The kind of whisper to confess a desire. To confess a lust.

“We’ll have some time yet, Pretty Flame.”

Riri whispered into Miranda’s mouth just before their lips pressed in a kiss. Wet, warm, tongues sliding, lips closing, throats moaning, hearts thundering. Miranda thought Riri’s own nickname for her was appropriate, that simple kiss had her aflame and soaked. A fire and a flood. Her toes tightened against the hard wood floor.

“Let me untie these bonds, I think you’ll want your hands free for this, ‘Randa.”

Riri gave Miranda a teasing pinch on the cheek as she pulled away and kneeled to work at the ropes around Miranda’s legs. The formerly-peach-haired girl was fast, and tugged open the bonds with a few choice yanks. Miranda wiggled her legs free of the bonds as they fell slack around her feet and only the sharp yank at her arms reminded her she couldn’t dive and tackle the half-nude girl in front of her.

Miranda did get a little respite, a little satisfaction. Riri could have turned Miranda around or ducked behind her to unfasten the remaining bonds, but she chose to press forward and bury Miranda’s face against the soft skin of her warm breast. Miranda moaned against the small mounds that pressed to her face, and shifted to take a dark, newly-hard nipple into her mouth.

The two women shuddered and clenched as Miranda took that hard nub into her lips, as she slid her tongue across it, as the salty flavor of skin spilled into her mouth, as she took the salt from Riri’s body into her saliva and sucked and swallowed. Riri took longer with the bonds around Miranda’s wrists, but Miranda could excuse that delay.

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