Who: Clarice and Illyana Where: neat the Hollywood sign What: Kinky sex When: the evening of 03/31, after these texts Warnings/Rating: NC-17 for sex and bondage Status complete
Illyana was bouncy as she stepped out of the taxi and headed for the house. She had gone out on errands, and shopped, and was ready for some fun! She slid in the front door and headed for the bedroom to change. As she stepped in, she smirked. “Honey! I’m home!” She doffed her trenchcoat revealing the skimpy skirt and blouse she was wearing.
Clarice was wearing something similar, though instead of a skirt she had on tight, tight jeans, and a very low-cut blouse. She had a basket ready, and pounced Illyana, kissing her. “God, what took you so long?”
Illyana kissed her back. “I got you this! That’s what!” She pulled out a small wrapped package and handed it over. “Here! You can change when we get there...” She winked.
She took the package, and shook it. “I’ll wait until we get there, then!” She wrapped her arms around Illyana, and a second later they were on the H of the Hollywood sign.
Illyana grinned, and hugged Clarice, smiling widely. “I’m glad you were willing to come out tonight. I’ve been feeling restless. And only you can make that restlessness be made better.”
She smirked. The package she had given Clarice contained a latex dominatrix outfit. One that left nothing to the imagination.
Just wait until Illyana saw what was in the basket. It went well with the outfit. Even if Clarice was gaping at the outfit as she unwrapped it. “Wow....oh wow...” She was blushing so hard.
Illyana smirked. “I think it will look hot on you.” She thought it would be perfect on her lover. “Want a hand at getting into it?” She waggled her eyebrows.
She smirked, and blinked away. A full minute later she returned behind the Russian, wearing the outfit. She ran her hands over Illyana’s back. “Lucky you. Close your eyes.”
Illyana groaned, and then closed her eyes, very curious how Clarice had done that, and who, if anyone, had helped her into the outfit. The casual command in Clarice’s voice made her grin. “Yes, Mistress.”
She was aroused, and already very excited.
The pink girl groaned in Illyana’s ear, then pushed her gently to her knees. She came around, pulling everything out of the basket. A far too big strap-on, an o-ring gag, restraints, and other toys. Kitty wanted to prove a point, and Clarice got to, uh, drive it home. She put on Gigantor. “Open your eyes.”
Illyana did, and her eyes went wide. restraints, gag, strap-on... holy cow. She looked at the strapon and at Clarice. “Wow.” Now you are hot...” She wasn’t sure she could take that, but she knew, without a doubt, she wanted to try. And not just in the place most would take it... She wiggled, wet, turned on, a touch scared, and breathing faster.
Licking her lips, Clarice started to strap Illyana down. Not only to keep her in one place, there were also bars that kept her arms and legs spread. The more she did this, the more turned on she got it. Lastly was the gag. “Are you sure?” She toyed with it in her finger while she picked up what looked like a camera. She wasn’t sure about THAT.
Illyana nodded, glancing at both things. “Yes, please.” She was bound, legs and hands spread wide, and her ass in the air, and more turned on than ever. “Yes. I trust you.” She shuddered. No one else would ever have been able to get her to do this, but Clarice? Clarice she trusted.
“One last thing. Take me normally first...” And she said it before she could chicken out. “Then take my ass.”
She opened her mouth for the gag, and winked.
“You sure?” Clarice put the gag in anyway. “If it hurts too much, let me know.” She had Illyana on her back, first. So the blonde could watch what she was doing. She considered from behind, but she really wanted to watch her face. She ran her hands along Illyana’s body, before grabbing the lube. They were going to need that, badly.
Illyana nodded, and then closed her eyes, shivering, then opened her eyes to look up at her lover. She smiled softly around the gag. She couldn’t wait for this. She had teased Kitty about size, now she was going to take something she knew was larger even than her brother’s member. If Kitty knew, she would so tease her.
Clarice leaned in and kissed her nose, as she nuzzled the tip against Illyana’s entrance. “I love you. Just so you know...”
She started to ease it in. “this wasn’t my idea.”
Illyana arched an eyebrow and groaned, then whimpered. That strapon was huge, bigger by some three or four times than anything she had ever had in there. And it made her draw in a breath hard, and then relax, and the mingled pain and pleasure, the feeling of stretching, made her eyes roll back for a moment. Who’s idea this was would be discussed later. With proper payback.
Clarice moaned softly. She went slow, but steadily. With one hand she stroked her lover's breast. She liked having her at her mercy. The bars didn't really get in her way.
Illyana bucked slightly, gasping around the gag, groaning at the incredible pressure. The feeling of being split so wide open like this, a little painful and a little pleasurable, made her moan louder. The idea of being bound and helpless before Clarice? that made it a lot better.
In her movements in her bounds, she hit the camera, sending it rolling away, where it thunked against a rock, randomly at just the right angle. Illyana was moaning and didn’t notice as the recording light came on.
Clarice would have to kill her for that later.
She leaned in to replace her hand with her mouth. She was about a quarter of the way in, and not sure if she was enjoying it as much as Illyana was. Her lover seemed to have a kinky streak a mile wide, and the sounds she made helped get Clarice more into it.
Much later. After they watched it together.
Illyana cried out as she wiggled on that new toy, and somewhere deep in her, power flared. A small touch of power flared from her skin to Clarice’s and suddenly, all of Illyana’s pleasure hit Clarice’s mind, no pain, no discomfort, just the pleasure she was getting from being fucked, and being mouthed like that, and of having her lover dominate her so.
“God!” Clarice shouted the word loud enough to echo off the hillside, and her hips jerked the toy in hard and fast. Her eyes rolled back and she groaned, head tilted back, hair dangling behind her and her chest arched. Her mouth was open in a gasp.
Illyana bucked as the toy slammed into her and her cry was one of mingled pain and pleasure and she shuddered as she came for the first time, and definitely not the last time that night. She moaned and looked at Clarice with lust in her eyes. The power kept up, letting Clarice feel that pleasure, that climax, and how much she was giving her lover.
"Oh god, oh god..." Clarice moaned it like a mantra, her hips jerking uncontrollably. She reigned in her senses and began to move slowly, pinning her hands to Illyana's shoulders, her face a mask of desire.
Illyana moaned as she felt Clarice take up a controlled thrusting, and she bucked and moaned under her love, eyes a mask of love and desire. She was enjoying this so much, and she was glad her love was as well.
She stared down at Illyana lustily, as though she was over any hurdles. She grabbed Illyana's hips so that she could move faster. She was enjoying the show and loving her so much.
Illyana writhed in her bonds, wiggling and groaning, eyes full of that love and lust, and as pleasure mounted slowly again, she knew she would pay back Kitty in the best of ways. That new girl needed a gift... And then all thought was driven from her and she moaned loudly and lewdly around the gag as Clarice moved faster.
Then.... Clarice flicked a button. The toy had extra features. She grinned down at Yana, grinding slowly into her and against her.
Illyana bucked harder, eyes going wide as the toy began to turn in her pussy, slowly turning around and around, the friction making her body even harder.
Clarice had been expecting buzzing, so she was surprised at that. She stopped and looked down at Yana. "Are you okay?"
Illyana nodded, eyes wide, groaning, and nodded more. “Yes!” She shouted against the gag. It was new and very, very good!
Okay good because she didn’t want to stop. Clarice started to move again, groaning softly. She lifted the other woman’s legs and hips off the ground, trying to drive deeper and harder. Her eyes were shut as she rode out the waves of Illyana’s pleasure as it rippled through both of them.
Illyana whimpered at that new angle and cried out into the gag, everything pulsing in her and making her feel so very good, so incredible. She love that she could feel it and that Clarice seemed to be enjoying it too. Every moment felt so good, so hot!
She no longer cared who had come up with this idea, as long as Clarice fucked her hard with that giant cock.
Even if she couldn't quite feel Illyana this way, it didn't matter. Clarice watched her face, rocking her hips, pistoning them, really and gasping out her love for the other woman.
Illyana was moaning around the gag, shuddering and bucking back, rocking in her bindings and showing her love in her eyes before they rolled as she came again and her pleasure rolled over Clarice again, orgasm and all...
Clarice shuddered to a stop, leaning down to kiss Illyana's face. "I love you..."
She pulled out, then rubbed it against other openings. They weren't done yet!
Illyana murmured the same words against the gag and was gasping and then shuddered as she felt that press. She nodded to Clarice, eyes bright. This was going to hurt a lot, but after that, she was relaxed as hell and she was not gong to give up this chance. And it would feel so good when it did.
"You're crazy," Clarice said, laughing lustily. She pressed in further, using more of the lube to make it less painful. She'd never do this herself. But it made Illyana happy and that made her happy.
Illyana closed her eyes as she grunted. She would agree if she could, but right now she just bit down on the ballgag, hard, as that giant strapon spread her ass open, wide, and wider yet. There was pain and discomfort, and a lot of it, but the feeling of it pressing in slickly, slowly, pressing into her without her having a choice, done by Clarice, her love? Was hot! and it made Illyana moan, low and lewdly. And relax yet more.
She grasped at her own breasts with one hand, the other digging harder into Illyana's flesh. "Tell me if you ...if you...god... Need me to go slower."
Clarice panted, and chewed her lip. Illyana looked so wanton and sexy....
Illyana moaned as the woman thrust into her and she shook her head, thrusting back a little. NNngh, no, she wanted it faster, so it would feel better faster. She writhed under Clarice.
Grinning, she slowed down more, intending to drive Illyana crazy, tease her and taunt her. She skin was glistening from exertion, shining purple beneath the latex.
Illyana whimpered, and moaned loudly, the slow friction making her shudder, and her body bucked as the pain and the friction tore into her and turned into a darker pleasure, making her buck harder, and her eyes go glossy.
Slowly, Clarice ramped up the tempo, harder and faster. She cried out for her lover, eyes glowing so bright that it looked like burning green fire. She'd have to thank Illyana later for sharing this. Her heart was fit to burst
And that was what it took to really get Illyana’s motor running. The power and the sensation sent a shock of purest pleasure, white hot, from her ass to her pussy and seemed to explode all over her in a wave that didn’t stop as she was fucked by her lover. It only got better and better.
And was passed on by the magic to Clarice.
The porter cried out, throwing her head back as she moved with wanton passion. She leaned forward again, ripping the gag off so she could kiss that emotion and passion and hunger into her.
Illyana kissed her back, crying out and moaning into that kiss. Her own passion just increased as Clarice fucked her as faster and harder, and she shuddered. “S-soon, oh fuck, sooooon!”
“God..god...Illyana..” Clarice bit her lip, then nuzzled her neck. She started to move faster, the sound of their hips smacking together both lewd and arousing all at once. She could almost forget what...they were doing, precisely, in her pleasured haze.
And suddenly Illyana was coming, even harder and more powerfully than before, and every ounce of that pleasure shot into Clarice as she shook on the dildo, shuddering, crying out aloud and echoing across the hills.
“Clarice!”
She was pretty sure she passed out for a couple of seconds. When her vision started to clear, Clarice realized she’d collapsed on top of Illyana. She pushed herself up by her arms and looked down at her, blushing furiously. “I think I pulled something in my pleasure center.” She stroked her hair and face.
Illyana laughed. “I know what you mean.” She grinned up at her lover. “You’re so beautiful.” She smirked. “Every time I’m with you, I feel like it’s better and better.”
“You get me to do things I never thought I’d do, and I do them because I love you.” She smiled down at Illyana, her hair plastered to her scalp.
Illyana smiled softly and kissed her, then nodded. “We should go home, then, and shower and snuggle a lot.” Illyana smirked. “When I have energy again, I will show you just how much I appreciate it.” And she licked her lips with a long red tongue.
Clarice groaned. She flicked her wrist and everything that wasn’t the two of them ported away, including the bindings. Then she hugged Yana and kissed her, and in a flash they too went home. FIN.