REND: Prior Cycle (Old Version)

Amber Deen Leska

Amber Deen pushed herself off of Erind and adjusted Pino’s arms inside of her clothes. “Don’t let up playing with me. Your hands aren’t moving.”

“Super demanding, aren’t you?” Pino said.

“Of course…” Deen said with a moan as Pino’s fingers started moving again. “We have to make the most of our time while Myra is away.”

Pino rolled her lone eye. It was an amusing sight to observe. “Even if Myra were here, you’d still—”

“Because every minute that we aren’t all over each other is a minute wasted.” Deen blew Pino a kiss.

“What was that supposed to be?” Pino asked.

“A flying kiss. I didn’t want to move you from your spot just to kiss you. Now, be quiet so I can enjoy your lifeless body.” Deen lowered herself once again, positioning her head on Erind’s chest, which had now flushed pink.

“You’re such a creep, Deen. Have I said it before? Oh, I did. I’m repeating it now and will continue to repeat it.”

Deen ignored Pino, licking Erind’s chest once again. It always exhilarated her whenever Erind was turned on, the deathly pale skin turning into strawberry. Erind’s arousal was so much more pronounced given her complexion. And because Erind had barely-there breasts, her light pink nipples poking upwards like fleshy bullets were highlighted.

I love you so much, Erind, Deen thought. She didn’t want to say it out loud again, or her heart might explode. She didn’t know why it caused her so much embarrassment to do so.

She took Erind’s nipples into her mouth again, sucking on them for a few seconds each while flicking them with her tongue. It was a loving farewell before moving down Erind’s body. Deen massaged Erind’s side as she licked lower. Erind was incredibly thin that her ribs were apparent under her skin.

Deen traced Erind’s ribs with her tongue, as well as the grooves between them. Deen had come just a few minutes ago, but she was becoming turned on again. Pino’s fingers worked their magic deep inside her. However, what turned on Deen the most was Erind’s apparent weakness, thin and frail beneath her.

Of course, appearances were deceiving—Erind was far stronger than Deen. But Erind’s appearance was delectably delicate, making Deen’s mouth water. Deen’s drive to dominate got fanned into raging flames.

There were times that Deen wanted to be the submissive one, for Erind to force herself upon her. Deen recalled the first time that she made out with Blanchette. It was an exciting encounter, with Blanchette holding her down. Then Blanchette forced her tongue down Deen’s throat.

Nonetheless, Deen preferred to be in charge. And having Erind’s body like this was a different experience. In a good way. She wasn’t into necrophilia—well, maybe if it were Erind’s body. No! Erind was a doll.

“Oh, I know what my pet name for you will be,” Deen said, looking sideways at Pino.

“I’ll bet it’s nothing good,” Pino replied. “Let’s hear it.”

“I’ll call you ‘doll’. It’s such a cute pet name, isn’t it?”

“Uh, I guess so. And what should I call you?”

“Call me ‘owner’.”

“Hey! That sounds like—”

“I’m just kidding,” Deen said, laughing. She started to kiss Erind’s abdomen. Small pecks until she reached Erind’s navel. She then started to circle it with her tongue.

“What are you doing?” Pino asked. “Are you tonguing my belly button? Eh, this reminds me of that time.”

Deen also remembered it. Back in La Esperanza, when Erind used to live at her place, they had a little incident involving her navel. “Wasn’t I working out?”

“Then you asked me to wipe your sweat. I should’ve realized back then how entitled you are.”

“What? I was simply asking for help from a friend! I didn’t have any nefarious intentions. You were the one who poked my navel. I’m now returning the favor.” Deen stretched out her tongue so that Pino could see that she was inserting it into Erind’s navel.

“You and your kinks,” Pino murmured.

Deen continued to go down, pausing around Erind’s hips. Going sideways, she traced Erind’s pelvic bones downward. Though she liked Erind’s thinness, she was also worried sometimes. Perhaps she should feed Erind more. She could learn how to cook, and they’d like to be an actual married couple.

Before going further down, Deen took Pino’s head and placed it on Erind’s abdomen.

“Why did you move me?” asked Pino.

“For a better viewing experience,” Deen answered.

Inching down some more, Deen reached the small tuft of black hair breaking the valley of paleness. She didn’t immediately go for the prize, choosing first to nibble on Erind’s thighs.

“You’re really enjoying putting on a show, huh?” Pino commented. “Wait. My body’s naked, so am I the show?”

Deen went down between Erind’s legs and lapped up her sweet nectar. Pino’s fingers inside Deen hastened their digging, bringing Deen to yet another climax. But Deen didn’t pause her frantic licking of Erind’s most special place, even as her body convulsed.

Deen pulled Pino’s head towards her and kissed the metallic lips, moaning into them as she came.

“Stop making a mess of my face,” Pino said.

“Whatever,” Deen said, placing Pino back on Erind’s stomach, making sure that Pino had a good view. Next, Deen removed Pino’s arms from her shirt and shorts.

“Hang on,” said Pino. “You can’t be doing what I think you’re—Deen! That’s so messed up!”

“What’s wrong?” Deen positioned Pino’s right hand right at the entrance of Erind’s valley. “How is this any different from playing with yourself? Both of your bodies are still you.” Deen slid Pino’s fingers into Erind, almost coming again at the sight. Her breathing was harried, her heart pounding hard.

“Come on. Don’t use technicalities on this. Something about this isn’t right.”

“Just do your job, doll. Play with yourself.”

“Wow, you’re barking orders now? The next thing I’d know, we’re already having master-servant plays. No way I’m going to agree to—”

“Keep your mind open, Erind,” Deen said. “We’re going to live for a very long time. We should have a long list of things we want to try.”

“Things you want to try, you mean. Even without future sight, I just know you’ll want to try more and more degenerate stuff. I feel like I’d get bullied for eternity.”

Deen reached for Pino’s cheek and caressed it. “Thanks in advance for putting up with me for centuries to come. Now, make yourself come. Use your fingers. I’ll use my tongue. Teamwork?”

Pino burst out laughing. “Teamwork to make me come? Sure, girlfriend.”

“Girlfriend?” Deen’s heart skipped a bit upon hearing that. “Yep… I’m your girlfriend, and you’re my girlfriend.”

“That’s how it works, Deen.”

“Okay…” Deen couldn’t help but grin. “Now, get to work, girlfriend.”

She felt Pino’s arm that she held move. She stared, transfixed at Pino’s fingers going deep inside Erind. Shaking her head, Deen broke herself free of the hypnotizing sight. Deen bent down and licked at Erind’s most sensitive spot, using her tongue to get it out of its hood. Soon enough, Erind’s juices flowed all over Pino’s hand.

“Did I… make you come?” Deen asked, pulling Pino’s fingers out of Erind. “Your body didn’t move.”

“I think I did come, but my muscles are like turned off or something while my soul is out. No shaking motions. But I could get aroused and come, it seems like. I don’t really know how this works.”

Deen licked Pino’s fingers clean, striving to make it look sensual while maintaining eye contact with Pino. “I’m going to reassemble you next and you can play with me.”