Sensuality Bethany stood up from her desk and cast a glance over it, papers tidied and in their folders, everything straightened and neat. With a slow sigh she moved out of her office into the living area and stretched slowly, her head rolling from side to side as she rubbed at her neck for a moment.
"Must ask Niki to give me a rub-down later," she mused quietly to herself.
Crossing to the small fridge, she took out a bottle of water and opened it, sipping some before heading toward the large leather sofa against the wall. Sitting down she reached out and made a few small adjustments to the large spray of silk flowers standing in the centre of the low glass coffee table, before leaning back and letting her eyelids slowly lower.
Some private quarters had a buzzer. Others a more pleasant sound. Some had no alarm, at all, requiring the visitor to knock. Whatever Bethany's arrangement was, it sounded now. Not that anyone was scheduled to meet her, but then, since when had the brunette on the other side, standing there to greet her with a confident smirk, ever needed an appointment?
Creating a new product line could be stressful and manufacturing glass, with so few resources stretched ever more thinly, would practically be a miracle. It did not take much to discover how such considerations could affect someone and, once the door opened, one Persephone Solari stepped forward with a warm, "Wondered where I'd find you holed up..."
"Seph!" Bethany cried with delight when she saw her friend, holding her arms out and hugging her warmly, placing a kiss on each cheek in greeting. "It's so good to see you! I didn't know you were coming to Shangri-La! Are you here on business or just for some pleasure, my dear?"
Although still in what might be termed 'work clothes', Persephone's figure seemed to fill them alluringly well. Simultaneously returning the embrace of arms, the brunette smiled, finding a measure of self-satisfaction in the other young woman's delight upon seeing her. "Oh, you know me, honey - pleasure, all the way...! Besides which, I think we can both do with some stress relief, don't you?"
Of course, in Persephone's profession, business and pleasure were mostly the same thing. It did, however, depend on the customer, but she could afford to be a great deal more exclusive, these days.
Besides which, although the door hinged closed behind them, the fondness with which Persephone stroked a few tresses of hair behind the girl's ear, would have revealed to even the most casual of observers that their relationship was a lot more... Casually intimate... Than most.
"That is, assuming you haven't taken care of that by yourself, without me," she teased with a pout.
Bethany laughed, the relief she suddenly felt at seeing Persephone clearly audible in the sound. "You know I could never take care of that by myself as well as you can, darling!" She hugged the other woman again, humming softly against her ear. "You have no idea how good it is to see you," she told her, releasing her again and taking her by the hand and leading her across to the large sofa. As was her norm, Bethany wore a floor length gown, this one a halter top, tied behind her neck, the bodice trimmed in tiny sequins and a cluster of small stones, where the waist rose up and met the two halves of the bodice, nestled low between her breasts.
"Now, tell me how you've been while I get us both a drink."
Persephone might not have the most respectable of careers, but part of it involved escort work and, being so, she practiced a graceful, lithe step, when the situation called for it. That was precisely how she took her seat, arm propped up on the back of couch, at the elbow, as hand absent-mindedly preened hair.
"'Who', might be more accurate," Sephy replied, still with smile. The equivalent of talking about a day at the office, for her. "We got a request from someone who wanted toilet-training, the other day... Amusing, but I'm not sure refurbishing an entire room as an adult nursery would be worth the expense."
Accepting what Bethany had prepared with an outstretched hand, Persephone patted the empty space beside her and took a sip.
"So, what's the glass idea for?" She asked, curious.
Bethany nodded, already having thought of what it would take to refurbish the room and which supplies would be the most difficult to source, she sat down beside Persephone, drink in hand and rested her head on the woman's arm.
"No matter how careful the kids are," she began to explain, referring to her younger staff that way with friends, "there are breakages. I have been carefully making sure we keep all the glass and am now wanting to see how hard it's going to be to get new made. It's difficult to serve drinks without them!" She laughed wryly.
"I'll say," Persephone responded, eyes over the rim. The reply was spoken with that tempting sort of sparkle she could exude, at times like these, in surroundings most relaxing. "And jewellery's getting a mite hard to come by, wouldn't you say?"
Not that she was elitist. Not by any means. Sephy was, though, quite aware of there being a niche in the market for luxuries. Heck, sex, itself, was the ultimate in commodities. It was a toss-up as to whether prostitution or priestcraft was truly the oldest profession in creation, but where philosophy could be free, sex could always manipulate someone into doing or paying for something.
With select individuals, of course, she was more than happy to give free samples. Persephone might work in such an environment, but pleasing others did not necessarily equate to pleasure for herself.
Which was, at least in part, why her hand had graduated onto a slide of Bethany's back of neck, offering something of an ad hoc massage. "You're tense," she knowingly observed.
Bethany let her eyelids slowly slide down as the other woman's fingers starting massaging. "Yes, I was going to ask Niki to give me a massage later, when she gets back," she admitted, enjoying the attention to her neck. "Mmm, you have such lovely, strong fingers," she purred softly.
"You said that like it's the first time," Persephone mused, more than passingly familiar with the manner in which muscle and flesh interweaved with the vertebrae of Bethany's spine. It was an art form and one at which Sephy was well-versed. Fingertips smooth, probing, gentle and yet firm, applying as much pressure and they sought for the elimination of tension. "But I do enjoy it..."
Free hand raised to Bethany's face, tracing a fingertip of its own gradually, teasingly down the slope of Bethany's nose. Persephone curving up the corners of her mouth in something of a predatory smile.
"Do you, Bethany? Enjoy it...?"
"I do," she replied, eyes still closed as she felt the tension in her neck slowly seep way under the skilled ministrations. "Always," she drawled slowly, rolling her head a little from side to side. When she was facing Persephone she raised her eyelids till the brown irises were visible, hooded and darkening. Slowly, a smile curled the corners of her mouth, recognising the look on the other woman's face all too well. "Come here," she murmured, her hand reaching up and curling softly around Persephone's neck and drawing her mouth down until their lips met.
The kiss was slow, shared between two who knew eachother intimately and were able to enjoy the simplest of pleasures a sensual kiss could deliver, just as much as any other thing they could and would do for and to one another. Soft brushes, tips of tongues passing, tracing lips and reacquainting themselves with one another slowly melded their mouths into a slow, passionate embrace.
This was what Persephone's career and work environment most often failed to deliver. The sensuality of slow, gathered exploration. This was no pornography. It was a ballet of the exquisite, woven by desire and enacted upon by the beautiful. A careful grace behind it, made possible only by the very essence of femininity. Not even a sound was murmured between the two; only heartbeats and heavier breathing. Even their posture seemed confined to the same, changing merely with a slide of fingers from Persephone's hand into Bethany's hair. The other trailing fingernails down from cheek to shoulder.
Then and only then, did relaxation give way to curiosity. No bodily secrets remained between them, yet physical charms compelled both onwards.
And there. Just the slightest hint of a moan, but a sound, nonetheless. One of pleasure. An announcement of being able to forget the war, the monotony, the mundane and the crazy. Persephone breathed out through nose and tilted head, yet further, over to one side. Weight shifted and bodies pressed more flush. That same hand of before travelling slowly down, as the massage transferred from fingers to tongues, then right back again, in a happy give and take of mutual affection.
Words were never necessary between the two women, their bodies communicating perfectly without them. Bethany sighed softly as their mouths slowly parted, her tongue slowly smoothing across the plump swell of her bottom lip as she rolled her head to one side, exposing her neck to the exploration being carried out along the length of it. Her hand slid from behind Persephone's neck and down to rest on her shoulder. It was not often she could allow herself to relax like this, normally being the one in control, managing everything going on around her. It was what made their time together even more special to her, Persephone more precious.
The soft moan that sounded in Bethany's throat told the story of just how much she needed this. Her back arched slowly, pressing her body into the warm firmess against her, relishing the contact and igniting a delicious, slowly building heat in her core.
Couch, bed... It mattered not, to Persephone. Bethany - Bethany mattered. Friend, lover... That mattered not, too, even if she much preferred the latter.
Back in the days of journalism, inhibitions still existed. Not now. Now, exploration seemed to be her only goal. Liberation, her motivation. The caresses these two beautiful creatures now exchanged, oddly gentle and silken, in direct contrast to the almost firey combination of their bodies. It was a film-maker's dream, yet this was put aside, just for them. A casual arrangement, it might be, but a most enjoyable one.
Finding her mouth forming into a smile against Bethany's, something caused an infectious giggle within Persephone and the curvaceous brunette widened jaw, feeling that natural rhythm of open-close-open-close, start to dominate the oral proceedings. Bethany's mouth representing something to be explored, perhaps even pleasured in a mirror of a promise given for somewhere else. This was not crude. It was eroticism, personified. Persephone's black corset unyielding, harsh in its aesthetic, but signifying nothing of the kind for this partner. Her hand now laying at Bethany's waist, stroking comfort, then moving up, sliding around to cup clothed breast.
And that was the thing. Not an inch of clothing had left them, yet the air was erotically charged and both were somehow peaceful. Relaxed, even. A further sigh rising up from Persephone's throat, as she withdrew tongue, only to continue the kiss up Bethany's line of jaw, grazing down that exposed neck.
Oh, how she appreciated these little moments of togetherness...
Bethany's hands moved to Persephone's waist, encouraging her to move until she was straddling Bethany's thighs, clad, as they were, in the floor-length skirt of her gown. She had often been made to smile by the dichotomy of their chosen attire for their professions, but how little difference there was between them, overall. The counterpoint of the severe encasement of the beautiful body of her lover compared to her own gowns, usually floor-length and made of silk, was something which had drawn attention to the two of them when they were together in one of the bars or restaurants and neither had any qualms in enjoying the reactions they aroused.
But in here, in private, where they could both just enjoy the pleasures they drew and gave one another willingly and without pause, it was not a case of corset and gown, but more just an opportunity to slowly unwrap the gift of each other's pleasure. Palms ran up the slender, strong thighs of the young dominatrix, pushing the tiny skirt up revealing the pearly smooth skin beneath. Her hands rose up further till they were again on the curve of her partner's waist.
These were no innocents. No fresh-faced virgins. There might be no jealousy between them, but sexually, they were wonderfully compatible. What had once begun as heavier and heavier flirtation, soon gave way to something not too unlike this, if more heated and, while experience now showed them what to do and when to do it, such times never once seemed to lose their novelty. Professionally, one of them went by many names; 'Mistress', chief amongst them. With this other silk-wrapped diamond, however, there was a most curious sense of what could only be described as equality. The outfit she wore, nothing but a titillating appetiser to the mutual orgasmic feast, yet to come.
In so many ways.
"Beth..."
A pet name. A name of soothing. Persephone feeling herself breathe in and out, with the very motion of her lover's hands, releasing her from those imprisoning confines, even praising her for what she could and would, in return, give. A name, also, only a cherished few were allowed to call this tanned goddess. The reasons why this might be, were more complicated than perhaps many would yet guess. Here, though, with just the two of them, it ceased to really matter. As Bethany delaced her from corset and unzipped from leather skirt, then so, too, did Persephone do likewise. Beautiful Beth, pretty Beth, her Beth... Teeth grazing lovingly across neck, a quick swipe of tongue up the same, all the way to that delicate shell of ear. A gentle, erotic nibbling of those very teeth to its outermost petal.
"Beth..."
Again, nothing but a whisper. A verbal supplication, possibly not in love, but a form of solidarity, all the same. Of wind-swept sheets and arching spines. Of darkened rooms and sun-kissed skin. Persephone now returning the favour, undoing what was necessary, to slip Bethany from her dress-like leash, as if a serpent in need of new skin. Soon, there would be little more than underwear and then, perhaps then, not even that.
"I really should come by more often," the paler of two teased with an unseen smile.
Laughter rose from Bethany's throat, a low, happy chuckle that spoke of her agreement and acknowledged the words as expressing her own sentiment. "Mmm, you should darling," she murmured as she took her lover's hand and led the way across to the bedroom. The two women's bodies were now completely naked and filled with promises of still to be shared treasure. Covers were stripped and the moment reached that both women knew was the final step in their ritual removal of each other's restraints.
Bethany stood at the foot of the bed, Sephy reaching up and slowly removing the pins and clips that held the length of Bethany's hair up.
Ah, sweet nudity... Hardly the first time Sephy had been in such a position, but she never tired of it. Especially not with this partner. It might have seemed trivial to most, but Persephone was self-schooled in the art of identifying a person's symbolised power and weaknesses. She needed to know how to take away or empower both qualities within a client and this, with Beth... This was important. Something they had practiced so many times that, with both knowing precisely what it meant, there was something of an almost ceremonial air behind it.
There were not many Bethany Jereldsen gave over such power to, regardless of how frequently she might indulge in sexual gratification. Persephone Solari was just such a person and the young woman delicately removed what was necessary. It was emblematic of the final removal of the other young woman's 'restraint', letting hair fall over shoulders and down back, leaving her not too unlike an image of...
Smiling at the resemblance, Persephone stepped in closer, placing hands either side of lover's face, before submerging in a slow and simmering kiss of open-mouthed virtue and sliding embrace.
"Mmm..."
The release of hair was like a physical release which ran through Bethany's whole being, not just her body. The soft caress of the length across her shoulders sent a warm rush through her being and she cradled Persephone's waist in her hands, as their mouths and tongues danced with a synchronicity which symbolised their attunement to one another. When skin rested against silk, limbs slowly entangling the physical world they lived in yielded to the subliminal that existed inside them, only revealed when they were here and it was unlocked by their union.
Not even the passage of time registered as hands caressed and explored, mouths moved and tongues tasted. Each was willing to please and be pleasured as the fires were built and danced around. Shadows were cast away and banished as the flames climbed higher. Fingers stroked and teased, delving, parting and caressing until every cell was alive and yearning.
The first time, hands were unable to keep away from one another. It was one of those partnerships where imagination and reality collided to produce a very pleasing result. Whether or not they had other casual partners ceased to matter, in tims such as these. The bed now called to them and those silk sheets were so very much more provocative than the relatively limiting sofa. Sliding down upon it, the same sheets soon pulled around them, the pair wrapped into one another like erotic serpents. Thighs interlocked and both became part of a freely expressive, very sexual whole.
This was where matters, while refusing to degenerate into the crude, certainly become far more erogenous. Beneath Bethany's silk, spines coiled and arched in explorative ecstasy, both women finding a way to make the intangible tangible, through the need, the desire, for sex and all which came from it. Louder sounds now, deeper, more breathey. Hearts beat as one, thump-thump-thumping within the very chests now laying against one another. Their accompanying orbs of flesh being as much a path to pleasure as those toned thighs stretching and writhing against counterparts most feminine.
Words... Names... Terms of fancy, whispered hotly into ears... Kissed onto skin... Praised...
Adored...
This was passion. The need to forget. The want to absolve. The frantic search to attain those lustful heights of sexual paradise.
Laveing with tongue, worshipped by kiss, Persephone's affectionately teasing attentions did not stop. Not for a second, not for an inch. They moved as one, undulating and thrsting in gradual, building heat. A volcanic thing, yet to arise between them and when its time came, then magma would flow. Transferring from a sensual bite between the flesh of shoulder and neck, to a lover's mouth, Persephone exhaled in pleasure. Their first time had been as excited schoolgirls in heat. This one was, as many before it, more of a carefully constructed momentum, carrying them towards only one destination.
"I'm so glaaaaad... You're just aaaaa... Shuttle-riiiiide... Awayyyyy..."
They had sometimes joked about the idea of being on the one ship; whether it could survive the latent heat and energy they managed to generate together. It had never been more than that, though, as the unspoken truth they both recognised was that this was something which would probably not diminish with higher frequency, but possibly end up causing a severing of all ties with reality, if given the opportunity, so powerful was their combined energy, by now.
Bethany laughed, a joyous sound of release and anticipation as climax built within her. She rose up, pressing Persephone down onto the bed and lowered her mouth down to lave nipples to tight peaks, hips and thighs rocking and slowly writhing against eachother, as energy gathered and built. She worshipped not just the flesh of the woman beneath her, but her soul too, finding the places which would bring a gasp or moan, lending her own to the sound which would encourage more, cries mingling and building, as the slippery slide toward the edge steepened. Words were now mingling with the cries, encouragement, support, permissions sought and given, as they slipped toward that final place which would combine all the previous into a moment extending to eternity and back... And as that peak started it's inexorable way toward them, both words, again, were discarded and bodies became mere vessels approaching bursting point. Breath dragged into lungs unable to be filled anymore...
Palm smacked against one side of leg. A resounding groan of happiness, as toes curled and that same extremity of limb slid up around buttock, squeezing as tightly as thigh muscles tensed. Their apex a molten core of dampened curls and clitoral stimulation, provided by friction and fingers, alike. Persephone arched her neck into it, exhaling pure gratitude. An equality of attentiveness unfolding and soon... Soon... Oh, so very soon...
An electric jolt. A point of harmonious transfixion. The place both strived to find, now not only beckoning, but, with clenched teeth and a rigid convulsion of the self, came to a possession more explosive than any ship collision or nuclear warhead. A fusion of the flesh and fluttering of the orgasmic.
"Frack, yes..."
The sting of the slap, both audible and physical, was like a tweak to the final string which held all in place and when undone permitted all to tumble into the maelstrom of release. Slow, long shudders swept through bodies, so closely entwined there was no telling them apart and no need to. Each consciousness became at one with the other as release melded them together and dissolved away the last of cellular seperation.
"YESSS!" Bethany's soul cried, as her throat opened and the sound escaped. "Yesssss!"
Exhalation, relaxation, decompression... As both cycled down to a somewhat drunken state of mind, the instinct for afterplay still being acted out, even if rather leisurely, Persephone finally gathered enough strength to gaze lazily into her partner's eyes. That post-coital hum still very much buzzing in her mind.
"Mmmm..." Smoothing hand up lover's flank, a further kiss was bestowed to Bethany's lips, that time more relaxed, just a hint of tongue brushing over the same. There was something about silk sheets which seemed so terribly... Arousing. Or perhaps it was just the presence of Bethany Jereldsen laying nudely up against her. "Did I ever give my thanks for letting me get to know you...?"
The corners of Bethany's mouth curled up as her smile shifted from sated and relaxed, to appreciative and accepting. "I never tire of hearing it," she told the other woman, "or you." She pressed a kiss softly on her lips. "And thank you, my lovely," she told Persephone. Her fingers trailed lightly down the other woman's cheek and across kiss-swollen lips. "I needed that more than I think I had realised. Your timing, as usual, is to perfection!"
Persephone dealt with sex all the time. Might not need to take on clients personally, anymore, unless, of course, being in the mood, but she needed some satisfaction of her own, every now and then. Beth was, without question, a most enviable safety valve.
"Well, we always do tend to synchronise well, as I recall," she replied with a smooth raising of thigh outside Bethany's and a trail of fingertips down the other woman's spine. "And we do rather fill the gap in one another's... Schedules, rather nicely." Double-meanings and innuendo were to be expected when in conversation with Sephy, whether as 'Mistress' or not. It was difficult to say which one of them had the greater libido and satisfying it was a most pleasurable pursuit for both the businesswomen. Still in a happily playful mood, Persephone blew softly into her partner's ear and giggled herself into a nuzzling affection at the other brunette's throat, breathing in her scent. "There are time when I think about bribing you to come work for me, you know... In a purely private capacity, of course."
Bethany chuckled softly, head shifting to allow her lover's lips full access to her throat. "A working holiday?" She purred, eyes closing again, as the warm, wet flesh pressed against sensitive skin. "I suppose there's something to be said for practicing what I preach," she drawled lazily. "Telling all those Captains and politicans they should ensure they remember to gift themselves with pleasurable experiences to offset their dedication to duty and all," she continued as Sephy's mouth moved across her throat.
"You get the picture," Persephone enthused, feeling not too unlike a tigress with a very willing antelope held between jaws. "In fact, I might almost see it as my duty to help you work out some of that stress, a bit more. An obligation, even."
Rolling with her tanned companion beneath those expensive sheets, Persephone rarely got tired of the sensations a pretty girl and silk could evoke within her. Her skeleton might still feel like a soggy noodle, but the off-duty dominatrix was certainly easing herself back into the mood of things, even as they continued to converse. Besides which, she did enjoy making the twin squeal, so. She was busying herself with that task now and hands were starting to roam as before again, wandering, exploring, caressing.
Such a beautiful neck... Sometimes, Persephone wore a set of fangs, to give that extra look to complete an aesthetic of sexual viciousness. Right now, she applied her own, very real teeth to Bethany's neck. Not harshly so, but more like te incitement of an itch in need of being scratched. Her curtain of lips hiding the motions of tongue against skin, just before moving down, over the swell of breasts, offering a more delicate form of worship to both.
"You and Anika really ought to take some more time off, beautiful..."
"Mmmm, Anika, definitely," Bethany purred, sighing softly as the delicate touches and caresses sent a myriad of tingles through her body. Her thighs were parted, one tanned leg sliding up across the perfection of Sephy's hip, as her well-manicured toes traced seemingly random lines up the length of one outstretched thigh and across the swell of her buttocks.
Anika... In some ways, pondered Sephy, the opposite of the sister. One with a hard centre, the other, Anika, with a soft. Something fragile. Something in need of care, protecting itself from the outside world.
And speaking of soft centres, a particularly exquisite one was calling out to Persephone now. "I've missed how you taste," she spoke, the matter so easily lending itself to crude, vile terms, but Sephy taking care not to phrase it in any such way. At least, not yet. Over chest, cleavage and breasts, her pleasuresome self titillated and roamed, giving her partner that most arousing of demonstrations with mouth to bosom. No business transaction, was this. It was enjoyment, pure and so wonderfully simple. Peaks of flesh engorging, hardened, under Persephone's literally expert sexual technique. A feeling of outright naughtiness to what she now indulged, finding her own reward in causing Bethany to moan out or giggle, as the refreshed foreplay continued.
And then, even as one set of fingers restoked the sexual fires below, Persephone journeyed further down, kissing her way now down over stomach, taking her time, making what was yet to come, that much more inviting. Down, down, down, she went, until reaching that place she could both tease and take from. The place she could feel Bethany urging her to continue, with fingers entwining into hair. Not a possessive thing, for Persephone, but something she thought of as a signal of doing the right things.
"Really missed it," she echoed, pausing with an unseen devilish look, before slowing down the race further, with a delicate kiss to the inner side of one open thigh. Then another, given freely to the opposing. One more, as she gradually worked her way in, breathing softly, warmly, over that organic flower. A form of worship, perhaps, before the true praising of tongue was to begin.
The desperate need uncovered earlier by the expertise of the talented sexologist was sated by same. Instead, now the enticing journey which would take place - and them to places - was beginning to unfold; without doubt, under Persephone's talented touches and guidance.
Delicious tendrils of anticipation curled along vertebrae as breath, tongue, lips and teeth were applied to the just the right places. Pressure exquisite in its delicacy or strength, had Bethany moaning softly and her body writhing - an instrument in the hands of a maestro. Her hands moved across her own skin, stroked and teased. Fingers reached down to card through silken locks, then curl in silk sheets, as Persephone plucked and played her.
She laughed with joy as the overture built, each note both a new delight, played as if never heard before.
Persephone could have brought the intricacies of sexual joy to any female client. Lovers, however, deserved that little bit more attention, in her view. Besides which, she never got enough of being responsible for making the twin scream out happily. Out here, in the vastness of space, with many more needs met for the both of them, than most, they could take their time - and quite often did. As a woman, she knew what Bethany needed. As a lover, she knew even more. Sephy was one of the chosen few who knew about the difference of tattoo and what was diversity for, if not to be celebrated?
And licked... And lapped... And tickled... And teased... And cleansed...
Bathing that most sacred of places in an oral massage, unlike any other, Persephone sought to transfer Bethany Jereldsen from nuclear holocaust survivor, to the very essence of giggling, squirming, luxuriously satisfied desire. Every time Bethany neared that sensual brink, Persephone eased her down, only to carry her straight back up, laving and exploring her in ways reserved for her, alone. She worked on her as an artist with sculpture, remoulding, recreating her in the image of something even more divine. A heavenly masterpiece of femininity, regal and perfect.
There was tenderness. A low, cool adoration. Something decorative and even flowery. Then, as the moment presented itself, sometimes even harshness. An opportunity it took one such as Persephone to recognise, where Bethany demanded strength, submission and someone who could control her. She could work at that delightful apex between thighs, until it seemed Bethany was exhausted, only to allow her the gift of rediscovery; causing her to find new reserves of energy, tweaking and teasing them out from within.
And her favourite, her very favourite... Not relenting. Keeping Bethany right there, where she would pant, whine and sweat, want to promise her the world and everything within it, if only her dear Sephy would let her fell off the edge. Something the dominatrix refused to do, wanting to lengthen that time out, far beyond what even Bethany thought herself capable of surviving.
Fingers were again fisting in the silk sheets, tendons tight with pent up tension reaching a point where Bethany was going to unravel at the seams. The pleasure was not just what her lover was doing to her body, it was also that she could let go, cry out, whimper, scream, beg and laugh as the need arose and it was their own secret, shared only with one other.
Her cries for Sephy to stop, to keep going, to have mercy, to devour her, all were mere sounds. The words only a way of delivering it to the air, none of them carrying any meaning for either woman, as their communication was pure and basal, each so attuned with the other. The familiarity a security which allowed freedom so rarely experienced.
"Seph', please," she moaned, neck arching, the bow continuing down her spine as her body strained and curved. "Oh, gods alive!" She cried out, every cell now seeming to shake and strain, striving for that moment... Her soul praying that she would survive.
"Please, what...?"
The question was given with a further exquisite motion of Persephone's tongue, choosing that moment to drive into Bethany's velvet channel, knowing precisely where to reach, inside. Clitoral stimulation could be marvellous. In combination with that other thing, however... Persephone was not known as a 'Mistress' for nothing and this was by no means the first time in their session she given Beth that treatment.
How ironic, that she was a twin...
"This is for you, gorgeous," Persephone spoke above, regaining the use of mouth only for enough time to speak. One of several special signals they used, telling her lover that now was the time. That now she would allow Bethany to throw herself off that mountainside and avalanche into her waiting embrace. She had done with the appetiser and was now ready to feast at the main course. For what else was Bethany, but a sapphic banquet to consume?
She knew what Bethany liked. Knew her so intimately well. Now all of that knowledge, all of that expertise, was being lavished upon her, in a single moment of culmination. Everything else was just a tease, no matter how provocatively so. Now Persephone was intent on causing a personal tsunami to wash over her Beth, perhaps even to drench them both. The edge upon which Bethany's feet now teetered was about to give way, crumbling and about to crash onto those promised rocks below. There was no game now. Only the moment of reward. That singular tunnel of light Persephone was now relentlessly pushing her not just towards, but so fully into.
She could feel Bethany tighten. Any moment now, like a coiled spring, she would explode with a force strong enough to vaporise whole cities.
Don't hold back, came Persephone's thoughts, enriching her lover with an oral dexterity unsurpassed. Go all the way...
And 'all the way' was not even close to describing the release which both swamped and exploded through Bethany. The cry which had built in each cell culminated in her throat and the sound was a guttural growl of desire, answered with a twist of ethereal cries, as she felt her skin shiver into non-existence and body disintegrate into the ecstasy only possible through with a partner such as Persephone.
Her mind could think of nothing but what her lover was leading her through, the tumbling showers of pleasure which surpassed the mundane and elevated this to euphoria unbound. The physical body shook, throat gasping, as her mind left that plane and soared into places rarely visited. Fire seared away the bindings and let it swoop and dip, as her body was now only a vessel which responded to intense pleasure. Limbs outstretched, then slowly closed on her lover, as the shudders continued to rock her. The molten heat pouring from her and anointing them both.
Persephone did not just enjoy, she positively feasted... Being able to give rise to such an effect made her extremely proud and the youthful dominatrix made sure to ride herself into oblivion's maw, right along with dear Beth. Synchronicity could be such an important tool, in times such as these and she did so enjoy to revel in it.
And so there she continued, making sure Bethany endured successive waves of the same, each one slightly less than the previous, until pelvis merely rocked against her. Persephone continuing to lap and preen, cleaning and offering oral devotion. A few moments even threatened to reignite those smouldering embers, but slowly, surely, Persephone worked her way back up, nestled in the other woman's arms and bestowing a kiss to lover's forehead, nose, then mouth.
"You have a way of getting me addicted," she whispered with a smile.
It was all Bethany could do to chuckle hoarsely, as she slowly raised eyelids only just reforming to cloak eyes still clouded with bliss. The taste of her lover's mouth drew Bethany back to reality and she returned the kiss, hand cradling the back of Sephy's head, as she told her how much she was appreciated.
"An addiction I am only too happy to feed!" She told her with a low laugh, as their mouths finally parted. "You must let me, with Niki, show you just how much we enjoy your addiction, too," she added, knowing that it was about the only thing she could do for 'Seph' which was able to surmount what she had just done for her. "Will you be aboard long enough for that?"
"Mmm," Sephy purred, eyebrow arched and mouth framed in a smirk. "Definitely," she enthused, one hand sliding seductively up Bethany's arm.
Twins... Persephone was a very lucky girl, indeed. She might consort more with Beth, but the occasional dalliance as a threesome was a supreme delicacy to look forward to. The combined energy all three could generate, would probably solve the fleet's fuel problems, in one go.
How they got that little arrangement going, was an intriguing adventure, in and of itself. One which held the key to an important secret of Anika's. A secret not revealed to any other. But that was a story for a different time.
Memories of which, caused Persephone to inhale with a sense of what equated to victory. A liaison like that would definitely cure all her private world's ills. The media would have a field day with it, if ever discovered. The dominatrix and the twins... One could just picture the headlines.
But oh, what lovely visuals.
"It has been a little while, 'Ani'," she said, using the shortening of Anika's name in play, running fingers through Bethany's lengthened hair, as she did so. Hair, long like Anika's. It was often the only different between the twins. Persephone knew of only one other and that was etched in ink. "I do believe we're in need of meeting up again..."
"I'll see if she's back from today's run, later," purred Bethany, the sated glow to her skin just a hint of how relaxed she felt. Her hand trailing random lines up and down the length of Sephy's back. "She has been a little tense, of late. Something happening on one of the freighters with a deck hand seems to be needing taking care of." Anika had told her of the theft. The end of her run showing exactly which parcels had been filched from her ship's cargo pod. "She has said she would take care of it, but I suspect it might be a little more than just a frisky deck hand, as he also stole the light from the bay, which is approaching vandalism in the present situation." She paused as she lightly twisted a strand of Sephy's hair in her fingers. "And that does worry me."
If anything ever happened to Anika, Bethany did not quite know what she would do. Sephy knew this, the admission having been made to the other woman one time, when Anika had not made it back to the Shangril-la when scheduled, unable to be contacted anywhere. It turned out her communications system had failed and that she was beyond one of the smaller ships unable to detect her, due to faulty DRADIS. It was that night Bethany had made Anika promise her to never make an FTL jump in fun again, not without telling her what she was planning. She knew it was not easy for her sister to fly the simple courier runs and missed the travel between planets she used to do, but the threat of Cylon attack and the fleet potentially having to jump at any time had lent weight to Bethany's request of her twin.
"But not at the moment, of course," she added, "thanks to you my lovely, wicked and blessed one."
"You worry too much," Sephy observed, caressing one side of the girl's face with the back of fingers. "She's a good pilot and if anyone gets on her bad side... Well, I'm sure that's not an enviable position to be in...!"
Persephone knew, nevertheless, that Anika had a more vulnerable side. One she had glimpsed and paid heed to. Yet it was covered by a hardened exterior and one which more than did its worthy job. Anika seemed to be as protective of her craft as a mother to child. Anyone who did damage or stole from it, was bound to be in for a rough ride, if ever caught.
And, in a way, Sephy sort of liked that about the other twin. Someone who had shared a vulnerability with her, but allowed her to give affection and heal it. Something about it made her stare that little bit more deeply into Bethany's eyes, lean in and give a more gentle kiss than before. Tender. Part of her imagining she was somehow kissing both the twins, simultaneously.
"Come back soon, Ani," she whispered against those lips, suddenly smiling again to herself, as she realised how easily this could turn into role-play. "Your sister and I really miss you, sometimes..."