Soon Emma was adequately prepared for the upcoming event and Taylor stopped her fingering. She then crawled up Emma's body on her hands and knees until her crotch was hovering over Emma's face.
"Ready?" Taylor asked.
Emma licked her lips and nodded. "Yes." She whispered quietly.
Taylor heard her anyways and lowered her pussy to easy licking distance. At the same time she summoned two more cocks, both of them even larger than the last one, and made them push up against Emma's two entrances.
Emma gasped as she felt her ass and her pussy get penetrated. Like always the dicks entered her slowly and gently but she knew they would pick up the pace soon enough. While she was eager for the real fucking to begin, she knew she couldn't ignore the dripping vagina in front of her face and pushed her face into it. She skipped licking at the outer lips this time and went straight for the prize, plunging her tongue in as far as she could. She tried to improve on what she did last time. Rather than just move her tongue in and out like a small penis, she took advantage of the agility of the organ, squirming up, down, and all around, hoping she was doing something worthy of being rewarded. Maybe if she was lucky she'd find Taylor's G-spot.
As Emma worked at pleasing Taylor, Taylor returned the favor by increasing the speed of her cocks' thrusts, alternating them so that when one hole was empty, the other was full. Emma, trying to figure out what to do with her hands, started to message one of her breasts with one hand, while reaching down and rubbing at her clit with the other. Unfortunately, with how tired her tongue was and the distraction of her own mounting pleasure, Emma was forced to give up on properly servicing Taylor. Her head hit the bed and she began to gasp Taylor's name.
As soon as Emma's orgasm hit, Taylor's dicks came too, filling Emma's holes with semen, which pushed her to new heights of pleasure and made Emma scream Taylor's name. Taylor eased her dicks out of Emma's punished holes and dismissed them before lying down next to the panting girl and wrapping her arms around her.
When Emma had recovered to the point where she was no longer cross-eyed she found Taylor hugging her and smiling at her. Taylor leaned in close and kiss her on the lips, a very chaste thing after what they had just done together. "Feel good?" Taylor asked.
"Oh god yes." Emma answered and Taylor's subsequent smile light up the room. Emma couldn't imagine why she had ever tried to rid the world of that smile. It was so beautiful.
"Do-" Taylor paused midsentence and bit her lip, confusing Emma. She had been so confident up until now, why was she hesitating now? "Do you think we could talk now? I'd like to know why you stopped being my friend." Taylor asked shyly, afraid of the answer.
That was too much for Emma. Taylor was her friend, one of the few people that cared about her. In fact, after tonight, Emma felt certain that Taylor was the only person who loved her. And now she was asking why Emma had hurt her as though it was Taylor's fault? As though it was Taylor who was the broken one, not Emma?
Emma broke down. She told Taylor everything. About the Alleyway, about getting attacked by the ABB, about being forced to chose what would get cut off, eyes, ears, nose or mouth. She told her about getting rescued by Shadow Stalker, about how afterwards no one would talk to her about it, like it never happened. She talked about going back to the Alley and meeting Sophia and about how Sophia told her to think about the world. And about how she had thought that she was strong and Taylor was weak, when really it was the other way around.
Throughout it all, Taylor held her close, giving her a shoulder to cry on. When Emma was finally finished and her throat was raw, Taylor kissed away her tears. Emma saw that Taylor was crying two, twin trails of tears silently running down her cheeks. "I'm sorry." Taylor whispered, so quite that Emma could barely hear her. "I'm so sorry."
"Why?" Emma croaked.
"I wasn't there for you. You were there for me when Mom died; I should have been there for you. I failed you. I'm an awful friend."
"No!" Emma shouted and immediately regretted it as the pain from her now sore throat hit. "No," she repeated quieter, "You're a wonderful friend. Even after all I did and said, you're still here, trying to help me. I'm the awful one. I hurt you, I made you cry, all because Sophia told me too. I didn't try and stop her. I can't even stand up for myself. I'm selfish and pathetic and worthless." Emma had thought she was out of tears but she was wrong. As she listed everything wrong with her, her tears started flowing once again.
"No!" Taylor said forcefully, hugging Emma so tight it was almost painful. "That's not true! Please don't say those things about yourself. Please." There was a hint of desperation in Taylor's voice. "We'll, we'll make things better. The two of us, together. I promise." The volume of Taylor's voice dropped, so low Emma had to strain her ears to hear her. "Please, just don't leave me."
Emma heard those words and her heart broke, just a little bit. Despite what Taylor said, Emma still blamed herself for everything. She wouldn't be able to forgive herself for hurting her best friend so easily but for Taylor's sake she would do her best to grow stronger and make up for her mistakes, starting with her most recent one. After all, she still owed Taylor a mind-blowing orgasm.
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Taylor triggered when she was almost raped by some gangsters one night. Her power is to summon any number of dicks of any shape, size and color and control them telekenetically, within a 30 ft sphere. Required secondary powers include spatial awareness within her range so that she doesn't summon a dick within a solid object. She can't see with in that 30 ft zone but she can sense things properly within a 5 ft sphere of any dicks she summons.
Thank you to TanaNari Drak4806 and Blargh for betaing. You each receive a floating dick.
Fantasy Worm
(Автор: Angush)
Preface: Another snippet for Fantasy Worm. For a little context: this takes place almost a year after the first snip (Fantasy Worm: Emma & Taylor (Proof -of-concept)) . Taylor got separated from Emma just after the first snip, and in the time between then and now she's gotten involved with a resistance movement in the hopes of rescuing Emma. And some other stuff happened. Lisa is also involved in the resistance, as she was once a priestess for the goddess Marama (hence the tattoos) before she was made a slave, and opposes the Empire's ideologies. They've known each other for a while. (see this post for an idea of her tattoos.)
Contains: lesbians. not much context. (2,479 words)
Also available in my archive thread.
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I hurried down the street and ducked into an alley, the sounds of my pursuers now quiet in the distance. Halfway down the alley was a man, leaning against a door and smoking a wrap of bluegrass. He straightened as I approached.
I didn't recognise him, but evidently he recognised me. He cast a glance in the direction of the guards' shouts, where dark smoke rose into the night sky. Then, satisfied no soldiers were likely to round the corner in the next three seconds, he opened the door to the tavern behind him and ushered me in.
I moved from the entrance to the pantry, careful to keep away from any doorways leading to the tavern proper — I couldn't risk being spotted by one of the patrons. Once in the pantry, I pushed the crate of limes to the side and opened the hatch to our hideout. Then I slid down the ladder, locking the hatch behind me. The tavern workers would move the crate back and cover for me if the guard turned up asking questions; support for the resistance ran deep throughout the empire.
Once I was down, I dropped to the ground with a sigh, letting my head fall back against the wooden rungs of the ladder. I lay there for a few minutes. I was tired. Not just in the physical sense. I was tired of this, of making midnight raids on imperial storehouses and hiding in tunnels and hovels underground by day. There were things I needed to do. Important things. But instead of doing those, I was stuck here, harassing imperial supply lines. It was frustrating.
I sighed again, then stood. I told myself that yes, I might be stuck here, but soon enough the resistance army would break open Brockton's walls, and then I could go and do something I cared about. Soon.
The enhancements to my vision made navigating the darkness of the entry passage easier. I walked over to the far wall and slid open the partition to the hideout itself, and made my way to my room — which I shared with Lisa, as there were only three rooms in total, and not much space to spare down here. I pushed aside the flap and entered... then I stopped dead in place.
Lisa sat on a sheet in the center of our room, her legs crossed beneath her, hands folded in her lap in meditation. And she was naked from head to toe, a sheen of sweat covering her body, the dim light of her lantern almost seeming to make her tattoos glow green. I'd known she had tattoos, but I hadn't realised she had so many of them. I stared as her chest heaved, unable to help myself. Then her eyes opened, and she looked at me.
I turned around hurriedly. "Sorry," I said, trying and failing to put the image of her out of my mind. "I, uh... I didn't mean to interrupt."
Lisa didn't reply. I almost wondered if I'd upset her. Then: "Why did you turn away?" she said softly. Her voice made me shiver.
I swallowed. It took me a moment to find my voice. "I just... felt like I should."
I heard her laugh, and it made me shiver again. "There's no need, Taylor," she said. "Turn around."
Hesitantly, I did as she asked. She was still naked, still seated there with her breasts open to the world. To me. I wanted to look, but I didn't. I couldn't. I remained facing her but averted my eyes, fixing my gaze on an imperfection in the wooden wall behind her.
"You're doing it again." I saw her head tilt out of the corner of my eye. "It's alright, Taylor. I don't mind. You don't have to look away."
"Yes I do," I said.
"Why?"
I didn't answer.
Lisa stood and walked over to me. I swallowed and tried to ignore the way her hips swayed. She stopped in front of me, then reached out and grabbed my head with her hands. She turned my head so I faced her directly. I locked my eyes on hers and tried to pretend she wasn't naked.
"Are you attracted to me?" she said.
I twitched. "Why even bother asking?" I said. "I'm sure your goddess could tell you."
Lisa smiled. "Maybe. But I'd rather hear it from you."
I closed my eyes and breathed deep breaths. Her hands were warm against my jaw, her skin soft. I swallowed the knot in my throat again, then nodded hesitantly. "Yes."
"I thought so." I shivered again as her thumb brushed my cheek. "Yet you refuse to look at me."
"You're naked," I said, raising a hand to grab hers and hold it still. "I can't... It wouldn't be right for me to look."
"Why not?" she said. "You have my permission. I don't mind."
"It's..." I shook my head. "You wouldn't understand."
"Tell me."
I held my tongue, but it was hard to resist her. She had a way of being commanding, and I was not good at saying no. "There's someone else," I admitted, opening my eyes and looking away from her once more. "In Brockton. A girl. Someone I love."
Lisa was quiet for a moment. "And you think that indulging in your desires would be a betrayal."
It wasn't a question. I answered anyway. "Yes."
She chuckled and ran her thumb across my cheek again. "Oh, Taylor," she said. "You're wrong." I bristled. She turned my head so I faced her once more, then smiled. "For my training, I studied history and theology. A thousand years ago, long before the Empire, long before even the Cuirans and the Qwynfolk, the gods Edelis and Atia visited the earth, so that they could speak to their people directly. Are you familiar with the tale?"
I nodded.
"I thought you would be. You will know, then, that they spoke of many things. They taught our ancestors how to coexist with the animals and the plants their lord had bestowed upon us. They taught us how to fashion tools from stone and wood, and how we could harness the power of the elements to keep our kinsfolk safe and warm, and many other things.
"You may also know that they returned a hundred years later. Having seen how our ancestors condemned one another based on the sex of their chosen partners, they visited the earth once again and told us that sexuality was a mortal conceit, that we were not made to pick and choose. That a man lying with another man, or a woman lying with another woman, is as natural and holy a thing as could ever be."
"I know the story, Lisa, I just — "
She pressed a finger to my lips. "But you may not know that that is not all they spoke of, when they returned. They also said that monogamy was another mortal falsehood. And these are all things that the Empire has misconstrued for its own gain. Here, a man may take as many wives as he wishes, as things should be. But under the Emperor's rule, a woman may only take one partner, perhaps not even the one she desires. And that is wrong.
"Sex is a part of us, Taylor. One of the many fibres that form our very beings. A symbol of intimacy and love. To deny that is to deny your very self." She stepped closer, then took hold of my hands, bringing them down and placing them on her hips. I swallowed and restrained myself from pulling her closer. One of her hands landed on my shoulder, while the other came up to caress my cheek. Our eyes met. "There is nothing wrong about attraction, Taylor. Just as there is nothing wrong with acting on it, so long as both parties are willing."
I stared at her, moving as little as I could manage. I wet my lips. "You make it sound like you're willing."
Lisa smiled. She had a very nice smile. She stepped closer, pressing her body against mine. "I am."
Then she leaned in and kissed me. It was... nice. More than nice. I felt her breasts press against my chest as we tasted each other. I gripped her waist, pulling her forward so her hips were flush against mine, and she giggled into my mouth and kissed me deeper.
Then our lips broke apart. Our heads bumped together, my nose scarcely an inch from hers, though I was taller. We were both breathing harder than we had been before. I felt her exhalations against my collarbone. She smelled wonderful; a stark contrast to the stuffiness of the room around us.
