Amaranthine

Kennedy put her ear to the door, hoping to hear the sound of the shower running in Cait’s bathroom. Both because anyone who had seen Cait fresh out of the shower knew what the sight did for the mood of the room, and also because it would give her the world's easiest opening to do what she was here for. No such luck.

Instead, she faintly heard the sound of clacking keys and muttered curses, indicating the girl of her dreams was getting her ass kicked in some game or another. She caught Kevin’s name, and smiled to herself.

I don’t want kids but…. It’s hot when they’re good with them. Must be instincts.

Cait had never expressed anything but disdain for actual children, but she’d taken the superteen under her wing in a way that made Kennedy’s heart flutter every time she saw it. Maybe because Kevin reminded her of herself at that age. Not half as bad off, but…

The flash of cruel golden eyes filled her minds eye, and it was all she could do not to step back from the door. She felt a rush of concern from Cait, and actually did need to step back lest she take 800 lbs of dickgirl moving at speed as she flung open the door.

Well, taking her is kinda what I’m here to do, she thought, feeling her cheeks flush as Cait first looked surprised, then lit her up with that radiant smile.

“Hey,” she said, voice soft, but pleased, “was just going to look from you. Try to give you your privacy, but you basically never drop this link, and with the day we’ve had….”

She opened her arms slightly, low at her sides. Despite how she was with, well, anyone else, Cait never made the first move with her. Kennedy thought she might actually be ready for that to change, especially after tonight, but it wasn’t something she’d ever stop appreciating.

She moved in quick, wrapping her arms tight around Cait’s solid waist and burying her face in her chest. She squeezed, and was squeezed in turn, realizing that more than what she was here for, she’d needed that.

Kennedy looked up at Cait as the Amazon began to stroke her hair, feeling her mouth split into a genuine smile. She knew she probably looked silly, gazing like a lovestruck puppy up into those forest green eyes while she was sandwiched between Cait’s considerable tits, but she didn’t really give a shit about that. If she did, she wouldn’t be here.

The look of unadulterated joy and adoration Cait returned her, echoed a hundredfold across their link, chased away all the doubts left in her mind. She clutched Cait’s tanktop in her hands, pulling her down into a kiss. She luxuriated in that kiss, but when she finally broke it after a frozen moment, her smile had taken on a more wicked edge.

She stepped forward, into Cait, planting a finger on her chest. Cait played along, cheeky grin on her face as she let herself get pushed back, step by step, to the bed. Kennedy pushed her down, loving the way Cait looked up at her, propped on her elbows, waiting for her.

Slowly enough to make it a show, but not so slowly that was obvious (she hoped), she peeled off the oversized tee she’d been wearing. There was a second where she thought the way Cait’s breath caught when she realized Kennedy didn’t have anything on underneath it would be all the foreplay she would need, but chastised herself.

Nope. You’ve seen that thing. Cait’s got a can of Monster between her legs, and that might be underselling it. Gotta put in the work unless you want this to hurt.

Still, as Cait’s eyes devoured her, she felt the heat rise between her legs, even as Cait’s sweatpants struggled to contain another rising issue.

Naked now save for a choker, Kennedy languidly crawled on top of her. Cait yanked her own shirt off, her haste making Kennedy chuckle, before she caught the blondes arms while they were above her head, leaving her stretched out as she dipped her head down to kiss her.

Cait was a good kisser. Even like this, hands held, nothing to work with but her mouth, she took Kennedy’s breath away. To be fair, Lira did too, and she kissed completely differently, so it was probably just in her head, but fuck if she wasn’t always sad to pull away. She pulled away anyway. Cait’s eyes stayed closed for a second after she did, and the look on her face when she opened them to see the lust in Kennedy’s was almost as good as the kiss.

She brought her head back down, but not to Cait’s lips. She brushed them against her jaw, before tracing a line of soft kisses down her neck, feeling her pulse race against her skin. Kennedy knew Cait liked the black lipstick, especially the marks it left on her, so she’d put on an extra wet coating just for her. Her girlfriend was already starting to look like an old-timey cartoon husband walking out of a censored bedroom scene, provided the wife in question had rather progressive taste in lip color.

Cait’s hand lay steady on the back of her neck after Kennedy descended too low to keep her ‘restrained’. It was too bad she wasn’t more of a boob girl, because Cait’s were fantastic. She still paid them a little lip service on her way down, feeling Cait’s fingers twitch when she nipped at the tip of one. She traced her tongue down from that hard nub to, arguably, her favorite part of Cait. Those fucking abs.

She could feel that it tickled Cait as she played her tongue across them, working it over and between the well defined muscles like a skier conquering moguls. Cait’s fingers trembled against her neck as her breath rose, faster and heavier with each inch she moved closer to her goal.

Kennedy hadn’t been ignoring the throbbing organ that had been pulsing against her belly, and now her breasts, this whole time. How could she? It had the same effect on movement as those things that came out of the ground in high security parking lots, and it could not be put to the side. She had, however, resolved not to give it any direct attention during this little lead up.

That ended now. She bit at the skin above Cait’s waistband, wondering for a second why that didn’t break her teeth, before running her hand up Cait’s thigh, and cupping those big, heavy balls. Cait’s gasp mirrored her own as she squeezed her shaft, which was threatening to rip straight through the mundane sweatpants she was still wearing, woefully unprepared for super-cock.

Kennedy gave them a reprieve. She looked up, catching Cait’s eager eyes before hooking a finger into her waistband. The big girl scrambled to help her remove the offending garment. Kennedy helped, but was careful. Apparently Lira had been damn near knocked out once by spring-loaded girlcock when she hadn’t been paying enough attention.

It kind of demanded attention, though, now that it was out in the open. She traced her fingers along the bottom of the, frankly, intimidating shaft, feeling it throb against her finger tips. Laying her palm against it, she brought her lips into play, puckering them into a soft, wet kiss at the base.

“So fucking hot babe…” Cait gasped. Kennedy looked up at her, cock pressed against her cheek and a teasing eyebrow raised. Cait had propped herself up on her elbows, eyes wild and grinning wide as she made sure she didn’t miss a second of Kennedy’s show. She closed her lips, still smiling but miming locking them and tossing away the key.

Kennedy rewarded her, letting her tongue loll out, covered in spit she’d been purposefully building up, to lick slowly up Cait’s shaft. She allowed herself a little grin at the tremor in Cait’s treetrunk thighs as she moved, and the way her mouth dropped open when she reached the tip.

Not that Kennedy had a lot of experience, but she knew Cait tasted strange. Or rather, she barely tasted at all. The girl barely sweat, and it seemed like her skin just didn’t pick stuff up like other peoples did. That and showers hot enough to cook pasta left her pleasant to look at, pleasing to touch, but not really tasting like anything.

That’s why it was a surprise when, as Kennedy’s lips closed around the head of Cait’s cock, the salty, strong taste of her pre rushed to her head. It wasn’t good, but it wasn’t bad either, and if she was going to make anything happen with this thing, she’d need the help with lubrication.

She locked eyes with Cait as she slowly bobbed around her tip, lips already stretched not even two inches in. One of the best things about being an empath, at least in consensual sex, was being able to feel the ghost of what you were doing to your partner. If Cait’s expression hadn’t been enough to tell her she was doing well, then the little shocks of pleasure that shot across their link with every movement of her lips and flick of her tongue would have been proof enough for both of them.

Kennedy, head starting to cloud a little with the heady scent of Cait’s lust and her own arousal, pushed just a little deeper. Her eyes shot wide as Cait’s cockhead pushed against her throat, quickly realizing she’d been overeager as she made a deeply undignified sound around her dick, pulling back coughing.

When she recovered, she glared at Cait, who was trying and failing not to give her a patronizing look. Kennedy angrily stroked along her shaft with one hand while the other wiped at her eyes, the fingers coming away black with running mascara.

Hot, she thought, but said; “Alright big girl, let’s see how far you can get a tube of fuckin’ tennis balls into your mouth next time.”

Cait’s amicable grin was, if anything, more infuriating.

“For you? Fuck me up, goth mommy.”

Kennedy couldn’t help but grin back. She collected more of Cait’s pre with her thumb, circling it around her head as she increased the pace of her hand, watching Cait’s eyes go soft with pleasure. She raised herself up, flipping to a reverse grip as she whispered, “Oh, I’m gonna fuck you.”

She pushed her chest against Cait’s, ‘forcing’ her back onto the bed as she straddled her. Before she could even move, she could feel Cait’s cock throbbing against her slit, and her mind went pretty much blank with lust and panic. As had been her response to that lately, her response was pretty much ‘Fuck it, we ball.’

She was gonna do it too. The head of Cait’s cock was already stretching her entrance, already driving her wild, and, to be fair to what happened next, already feeling like it might tear something. Before she could ignore the warnings her mind and body were screaming at her, Cait’s huge hands locked tight, low on her waist, and if Cait Smith didn’t want you to move, you weren’t moving.

“Nope!” Cait said, easily stopping her from struggling and giving her the same look her mother had given her at 17, the first time she’d tried to go out in a fishnet top and not enough bra underneath. That is to say, when she’d known she was doing something she’d regret.

Kennedy wasn’t sure if she loved or hated the absolute gush she felt between her legs when Cait lifted her, easy as a doll, lithely switching places to lay her gently back against the bed. She wanted to look cross, but the soft kiss Cait laid against her lips melted her, and she was certain there’d been teenage boys who looked at their unattainable crushes less pathetically than she gazed adoringly into those emerald eyes.

“We’re treating you like a virgin tonight, babe,” Cait said softly, languidly tracing her fingers over Kennedy’s soaked lower lips. Even that gentle touch was electric. “or this isn’t going to go the way you want it to. The way we want it to.”

As Kennedy caught her lip between her teeth, nodding, she realized there actually was a way she could look more pathetic, and she’d just done it. And she didn’t care.

Cait’s hair was so soft as she laced her fingers into it, pulling her even tighter to the spot where her kisses where shooting lighting up and down her spine. Then Cait slipped a couple fingers into her, just two, and when even that felt a little big, any residual doubts to whether or not she needed more warmup fled immediately.

Despite how audibly wet she was with even the first few motions inside of her, Cait noticed her slight discomfort. She slid out of her, bringing her fingers up to her own mouth, when Kennedy grabbed her arm, locking her lips around the damp digits. She hungrily sucked up the taste of herself, nearly gagging herself again on Cait’s fingers as she moaned from the familiar, intoxicating flavor.

“Holy shit….” she heard Cait mutter, and came back to herself. She knew her ivory skin was probably beet red as she let her mouth loll open and Cait pulled her fingers out, trailing the thick saliva from the back of her throat.

“I, uh,” Kennedy stammered, grasping for an explanation for the habit, but Cait shook her head.

“No, don’t worry, just… that was sexy,” she purred, dipping her mouth to Kennedy’s to see if she could get a taste herself. That kiss only got deeper and heavier as her fingers, cautiously, found their way back inside her. Still tight, but a good tight now. Whether that was due to extra lubrication, or the added arousal from the familiar ritual of tasting herself she’d developed over years of horny young adult loneliness, she didn’t know. But it was progress either way.

Now that she could get going, Kennedy was quickly reminded that Cait was good at this. She didn’t keep the same motion, but she kept the same pace, keeping the building blocks of pleasure steady enough to rise quickly towards a climax Kennedy didn’t want to reach yet.

She grabbed Cait’s forearm, causing the blonde to look up from where she’d nuzzled into Kennedy’s neck, once she was to distracted to kiss, in surprise.

“Not… Lira…” Kennedy gasped, but followed that with a soft smile. “Don’t know how many I have in me, baby. When I cum tonight, I want it to be from this.”

She’d snaked a hand between Cait’s thighs, gripping her shaft tight on the last word, making her hiss in a tight, pleased breath.

“Right, sorry,” Cait said sheepishly, kissing at Kennedy’s nipple in apparent apology. Not bad, as far as those went. “I wanted to give you an out, in case you didn’t want—”

Kennedy felt a red hot flash of anger that no-one here deserved. The ones that did were rotting pages in Winnipeg or, apparently, ghosts.

“I don’t want this Cait,” she snarled, knowing it was wrong but not able to control this particular source of rage. “I fuckingneed this, I…”

She regained control, refocusing her eyes and forcing her heart to hammer less insistently against her ribcage.

“I’m sorry,” she said, looking into Cait’s eyes, hoping she could get the lust back into them. It had fled, replaced with concern, and love that flowed like a river across the space between them. Well, that’s nice too.

“No, don—”

Kennedy put a gentle hand on her cheek, laying a thumb across her lips.

“Shush. Cait, I love you,” she stated, as concretely as if she were saying the day of the week. She giggled at the delighted smile that parted Cait’s lips behind her thumb, solemn moment or no. “and I know you love me. We haven’t had to say it, because its been awhile since we’ve really been able to hide anything from each other.”

She tapped the pointer finger of her free hand against her temple, and Cait, still grinning like an idiot, nodded in agreement.

“The things that happened to me…. Well, they fucking happened. This is happening now. I want this just as badly as you do—”

She laughed again at Cait’s questioning eyebrow.

“Yeah,” she laughed, “that bad. I know you think you’re the only crazy horny one, but I’d think Lira would have disabused you of that by now.”

She took her hand off Cait’s cheek, tracing down her jaw, neck, before pushing against her shoulder, rolling her onto her back. Once more, she swung a leg over Cait’s hips, straddling her.

“So,” she continued, letting Cait just barely part her lower lips, “we are going to have sex tonight, okay? And we are both going to enjoy it, okay?”

Cait smirked at her, lips shut tight. Kennedy rolled her eyes, impatience growing as she felt the huge, pulsing, insistent heat at her entrance.

“You can talk, ass,” she said. In response, Cait’s lips split into a broad smile, and her hands grabbed Kennedy’s wide hips.

“Not sure what you’re waiting for Kennedy, I don’t think I can consent any more enthusiastically,” she said, laughter in her voice, juuuuuust over barely contained lust. Kennedy laughed, feeling a little extra tension slip away as she leaned over to kiss her.

Finally, she rolled her hips downward, pressing Cait into her. She gasped into their kiss, fingers closing on Cait’s shoulders for comfort.

Yeah, I guess there was no way this wasn’t gonna hurt at least a little.

But it wasn’t noxious, nothing felt like it was going to tear. She just needed a little time.

She buried her face in Cait’s neck, unwilling to look back between them to find that she felt full after taking, like, an inch. Cait whispered sweet nothings into her ear, one hand stroking her side and the other playing with her hair as Kennedy started to move her hips.

Well, at least with Cait’s power I’m more or less guaranteed to not actually injure myself, she thought, and powered through the initial discomfort. It was slow going, but with each roll of her hips, she found a little more space inside of her.

Jesus fucking christ she feels so good….

Part of her just wanted to slam herself down, fuck Cait the way Lira did, damn the consequences. And she would. But later. Instead, as Cait’s whispered words became ragged breaths and her fingers trembled in her hair, she contented herself that her partner certainly wasn’t complaining.

She let the feeling wash over her. Not just the throbbing waves arousal coming from her pussy with each motion, but also the way she felt to Cait.

Nope! Too much, gonna cum, she thought, slamming that door closed but marking it for later.

She finally raised herself up, looking between her legs to see she’d actually worked about half of Cait inside herself, which was better than she’d expected. Fuck, she looked so small and Cait looked so big.

And I’m 5’ 8”! How the fuck does five-foot-nothing Lira do this?

The thought galvanized her somewhat. Lira’s pussy was in perfectly good condition, she’d checked herself, and she didn’t even have super-powered durability. Kennedy scowled down at Cait’s cock, dropped her hips, and pushed another two inches inside of her.

Ah fuck, she thought, feeling her face screw up and an involuntary ‘eep!’ escape her lips as she was pretty certain she bumped Cait up against her cervix. Up until that though…

She readjusted, starting to roll her hips juuuust a little less deeply than she had. Oh, that was niiiice. The strength left her arms and she slumped back against Cait’s chest, hips seeming to move on their own as she found a depth and pace she was more than comfortable with. Cait seemed to appreciate it too, fingers lacing tighter into her hair, and one hand grabbing a tight hold of as much ass as possible.

"Hmmm, I like that," Kennedy purred as Cait’s hand massaged her cheek, spreading her wider. Almost unconiously, she bit at Cait’s shoulder, drawing a surprised (but not pained) ‘ah!’ from her partner as she picked up the pace.

Barely able to control herself, she wrapped her arms around Cait’s neck, holding her tight as she began to really ride. The heat and pressure near her womb that had been building for what felt like hours reached a breaking point, and exploded outwards. The release, the heat, it washed out from her core in waves, curling her fingers in Cait’s hair and her toes in the sheets.

Cait kept moving genty inside of her, each soft thrust adding shocks of pleasure, almost too much, in between the waves of her orgasm that seemed like it might still be building, before it peaked, slowly drawing back into her like a receding tide. She fully dropped onto Cait then, and felt her body stiffen before she got a hold of herself.

A feeling of incredible fullness informed her as to why, when she realized Cait was well and truly inside of her now, relaxed as she was after climax.

Oh now you can do it, she faintly chastised her lady bits, immediately feeling bad since they had just treated her to an orgasm that might actually have been life-changing. She laid there for a moment, felling the anxious, pent up energy of Cait through the girl’s fingers as she tried to let her rest.

Finally managing to prop her head on Cait’s chest, she looked, embarrassed, up at her.

“Did you, uh, finish?”

Cait laughed, good-natured despite what must have been some pretty intense sexual frustration.

“Usually the one with the dick asks that question,” she responded, punctuating it with a kiss to Kennedy’s forehead.

God, compassion is so hot. Or maybe it’s her cock still throbbing inside me? Either way, Kennedy was recovering, and feeling her lust rise again.

Fuck it, Lira, anything you can do I can do badder.

She began to move her hips again, drawing an appreciative groan out of Cait. It still felt good, but both duller and sharper at the same time, like it was something too intense happening to someone else. Plus, she was wiped. More than she thought she could be, linked to Cait.

“Hey, hey,” Cait protested, gently swatting at her slowly gyrating ass. “Quit it, you’re done, don’t need empathic links to tell me that. Let this just be good for you.”

Rage, again, that same fire from before. Kennedy sat bolt upright, hurting herself a little as that pushed Cait just a little bit deeper. She looked down at Cait surprised, concerned, definitely worried about her.

“This ends with you finishing inside me if it takes me all night,” she growled, surprised by the heat in her own voice. The words took her aback as well. She wasn’t immediately certain why that mattered to her so much. Yeah, she wanted this to be good for Cait, but she could feel that it already was.

No, looking deeper, she wanted it for herself. Logically, this should be the part most likely to let the roiling trauma in the back of her mind break through its fragile dam. But that was kind of the point. To prove to herself that she could just have normal sex with the woman she loved.

Heh. If you told me 3 months ago I’d be waxing philosophical about getting creampied by my girlfriend I’d…. Well, no idea actually, that’d be an insane thing to say to someone.

She shook herself, letting a little apology bleed into her face.

“Sorry, Cait, I…”

Her smile made it feel better instantly, bursting into her heart like her past threatened to do in her head.

“Don’t worry about it,” Cait said, nothing but warmth in her voice. “Can’t imagine what you’re going through, but I can feel it. You are still wiped out though, babe, maybe… let me?”

She shifted a hip, easily lifting Kennedy off the bed. Kennedy found she was grateful to let herself tip over onto her side, as Cait rolled onto the top. She hadn’t even exited her, and once more Kennedy was reminded that Cait was, to put it mildly, experienced.

Cait rose up above her, sitting back onto her haunches and beginning to slowly roll her hips forward.

“Mmmh…” Kennedy let out a soft, involuntary moan. That motion, and the places it hit, was juuuust different enough. Cait smiled down on her, letting a little of the lust, the dominator inside of her penetrate its warmth. Still, as Kennedy laid beneath her, she kept it slow and steady, brushing her fingers along the top of Kennedy’s thigh, wrapped around her hips.

It didn’t stay that way forever. In time, Kennedy recovered, and Cait picked up the pace. Maybe not the ball slapping, cheek bruising pace she used on Lira, but enough that Kennedy burned inside with every thrust. She watched as Cait’s eyes began to cloud, and she clenched her legs, pulling her deep inside and tipping her over on top of her.

Cait fell, catching herself on Kennedy’s hands, lacing their fingers together and locking her lips to her own. Soon, she broke the kiss, forehead pressed to Kennedy’s as her body bucked and shuddered, breath coming hot and ragged. She felt herself tighten, almost painfully around Cait’s twitching cock, feeling just that much more warmth flood into her. And…..

And nothing. Maybe she was healed. Maybe Cait’s fortitude was extending to Kennedy’s mind. Maybe nothing would ever have happened. The trauma didn’t leave the back of her head, but it didn’t burst forth, consuming her either. Instead, she just let herself be. She enjoyed the feeling of Cait resting inside her, returned her soft kisses and warm words, and cuddled up to the Amazon’s side when she finally rolled off of her.

“So…” Cait began, after a moment.

“Shush!” Kennedy commanded, nuzzling tighter into the hollow of her neck.

Typically, Cait was the poster girl for not following directions. But not tonight. She gave a warm, soft chuckle, and wrapped a strong arm around Kennedy’s shoulders. The moment felt like a dream, and after the eternity between consciousness and sleep, it was one. Part of her though, still heard Cait return her words from earlier.

“I love you too.”