Morgana Pendragon is more than a match for any man (oftheold) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-04-26 05:15:00
Who: Morgana Pendragon and Gwen McMillian What: When two women love each other very much... When: St Patrick's Day. Where: Gwen's place. Rating: Most definitely NC-17, due to sexings. Status: Complete.
Gwen giggled and took down another drink of the champagne. She didn’t drink beer, too strong. Hell. She rarely drank. But when she did, she got like this. And for once, she had someone that was not a guy jacking off on the screen of her laptop or cell phone.
Because she was being terrible, she places a few of those chocolate gold coins on the top of the front of the thong and spread her legs slightly, leaning on the bed. The sash she twirled around and licked her lips, waiting for her to get there.
This was going to be so much fun.
Morgana honestly wasn’t quite sure what to make of this! Sure, her girlfriend was obviously completely off her face, but... was that reason enough for all this? Maybe St Patrick’s Day brought out the insanity in everyone... she’d never quite figured it out.
She let herself in, Gwen having given her a key a few weeks back, and made for the bedroom. When she saw her like that... well, she couldn’t help her jaw dropping, just slightly. “My God, Gwen...”
“You like?” Spread her legs a little wider, swaying that sash around. There may be a few curly tufts of hair escaping the thong, try as she might to make everything seamless and hidden. Her own hair was curly to her shoulders, not pinned up in places like she usually had it.
The lights were dimmed of all but ones that were next to her. And hey, her father was a state over doing a vacation and physical training and told her to enjoy her time alone. So she planned on it.
Uh. Morgana may have completely forgotten how thinking quite worked... was Gwen evil on the inside? It’d explain an awful lot... “I... really, really do.”
“Come on then... Find what’s on the end of my rainbow.” Winked and made the most seductive face she could muster. This was not her forte but she’d do her best to seduce her. And hopefully she was winning. Hell, she was wearing shamrock pasties that barely covered the nipples on her ample chest. She reached down to take a hold of a slightly melty chocolate coin, the heat of her folds making it ooze from the corners of the foil.
She trailed it up her person, the chocolate slipping in and blending against the brown of her skin before licking the wrapper with a long lap of her tongue. The chocolate sweet against her palette.
So far, she was definitely winning. Morgana had to forcibly avert her eyes to keep from getting too many terrible, terrible ideas. “Give me a moment. I can’t really remember how my legs work.”
“Of course, take your time. “ She reached down to grab another and just unwrap it with her teeth and fingers before placing it at her shoulder. Mostly so Morgana could lick and clear it up for her.
This was not doing anything good for Morgana’s ability to think. She was able to force herself to take another step forward, her mouth suddenly feeling strangely dry. Were they actually going to... oh gods. Oh gods.
“You’re an evil woman, Guenevere.”
“I can be sometimes... But are you really going to leave me wanting too long? I could just start without you..” Considering she put a little of the tingly lube on each nipples before making a pocket with the pasties and it was driving her insane. She really needed it more than she was giving off.
That would just be evil. Evil that Morgana had never, ever expected from the likes of Gwen. She moved to pull her into a kiss, lightly running her hands down her sides... really, she’d never done this with a girl before, but she could guess what to do.
Neither had she, not that she could remember. Gwen smiled and returned the kiss as best she could, daring to reach up to take a hold of a breast. She was hands on and had been wanting to hold them for quite a long while.
Gwen would certainly earn points for her patience! Morgana couldn’t help a slight moan into the kiss, just from the contact alone... so far, this was nice. She was going to try and make sure it stayed that sort of way.
She pulled away from the kiss, smirking up to her. “Mind cleaning up my shoulder than taking these shamrocks off my tits?” Gave a playful wriggle of her nose and reached down to pull up another chocolate from her panties.
She was so subtle! Morgana rolled her eyes, shifting to clean up her shoulder and more than taking her time with it... she could be evil too! Especially when it came to using her tongue in interesting ways.
Gwen had better beware.
Oh god, the evil woman. She shuddered and pushed up against her. “That is cruel, Morgana...” And very, very nice in her opinion. “Do I taste good?” She teased... Possibly trying to get her to go lower and actually taste her to be honest.
Morgana was allowed her moments. Nobody could deny her that. “Well, I don’t know just yet... I think I’d have to taste something a little more to find out.”
“Can you? I’m more than needing it...” Spread her legs slightly and took out the last few of the chocolate coins, glad it didn’t melt out onto the curly hairs. That would be awkward to clean out after all.
Just a lot awkward! “Maybe? If you can convince me...”
“Please... Come on. Don’t be too cruel.” Bit her lip and jerked her hips up. “I’ve never really been with anyone before. I never had time. You’ll be my first just please.”
...Really? That was a kind of honour that Morgana had never actually expected. She moved to kiss her, as passionately as she could muster, slipping a hand down her body to just lightly press against her through what she wore.
Gwen jerked her hips up roughly and tried not to seem too desperate in needing it. If sex with Morgana was always like this she would likely go insane. She kissed back with just as much passion and wrapped both arms around her neck.
Sex with Morgana, as a rule, was always going to be like this. Mostly because she found a strange sort of pleasure in being so evil... but for now, just this once, she’d be kind. She slipped her hand underneath, lightly teasing at her. “My, my, Gwen...”
Gwen blushed and pushed her hips up against the attention, biting her lip and turned her face away. “What?” It was a legitimate question, dammit. And hey, the answer could really help with turning her on even more.
“You’re soaked. I get to you this much?” It honestly was a surprise to Morgana. She never would’ve thought that getting to Gwen would be so... easy.
Her saying that made her shudder and moan, jerking her hips up against her touch. “S-so... It feels good. Really good and...I need you to do more. Please.” tipped her head back and let out a little whimper.
This was more than a little fun. Maybe, just maybe, Morgana could get used to this... hell, she would, no questions asked. She slipped her hand down, just lightly pressing two fingers into her. “Alright. I’ll be kind...”
The fact Morgana wasn’t removing her panties was enough to drive her insane; the moment those fingers entered her she reached down to grip the blankets beneath her and let out a rather loud moan, mouth hanging open.
Driving her insane was rather the point! Morgana chuckled softly, hooking her fingers up just slightly. “Feel good?”
Gwen tipped her head back and let out a rough moan, trying her damndest not to just go insane right then and there. She gripped the sheets and jerked her hips up rather roughly against her hand.
Well, that wasn’t really an answer, was it? Morgana rolled her eyes and stilled her fingers. “Come now, Guenevere. Words.”
“H-hey! That ain’t fair...” She gritted her teeth and tried to move her hips, letting out a frustrated noise when she kept pulling her hand with it to make sure no friction was created. “ Well right now it doesn’t feel anything but frustration and making my brain go crazy because you stopped!”
How wasn’t it fair? Morgana rolled her eyes, slowly starting to move her fingers again. “That was half the point, you know.”
“Then you are more evil than I thought...” Moaned and tipped her head back. “Your fingers feel amazing... So deep inside me. Does it feel good?” That talk from her alone made her squirm.
“You feel incredible around my fingers...” Honestly, it was a good thing that Morgana had impeccable self-control, or she’d be doing something far more already. Not that she was often the type for rushing, but... Gwen just did something to her. She couldn’t explain it.
“You’re going to make me... I’m going to come.” Gwen tipped her head back and let out a ragged moan, hips jerking up roughly as she tried to hold on just that bit longer. Her fingers felt amazing and she wanted to make it last as long as possible.
Already? Damn, Morgana was better than she’d thought... she sped up her fingers, going a tiny bit rougher too. “Come on, then... come for me, Gwen.”
Gwen rolled her eyes back as she got her just enough that she let out a little rough moan, not so much a screamer, as she came rather hard, her hips jerking roughly up against the woman’s hand.
“There...” Morgana eased her down as best she could, the slightest of smirks on her lips. This was fun... maybe she could talk Gwen into it when she was, uh, more sober. It’d be more fun!
Gwen tried her best, and would return the favour in the morning if she wished, but between the copious amount of alcohol paired with a sugar crash she found it rather difficult to stay awake. “Ah... Morgana. I think you broke me.”
Morgana chuckled, feeling rather triumphant. “That was really what I was going for...”
“Here... Make life easy.” Gwen moved her body and shifted in such a way that Morgana could straddle her face. “Here.... Sit on my face and let me do naughty things to you.”
Well. That... was something. Certainly more than enough to make Morgana turn a fairly interesting shade of red. “You don’t have to... I’ll be fine, really.”
Lies, yes, but she didn’t want to force Gwen to do anything. It just wasn’t in her.
“Get your pussy in my face so I can taste it before I go insane or try and pin you down.” She was determined to do this, goddammit.
At any other time, Morgana likely would have facepalmed. How could someone so... ladylike end up like this when it came to the bedroom? Sure, she was rather drunk, but... “Fine, fine... just let me get undressed properly.”
And try as she might, the waiting meant she rested her eyes for just a second it seemed before... well passing out right there. Ooops.
...Oh dear. The least Morgana could do would be to ensure that Gwen woke up comfortably - she’d stay the night, she decided, and just... make the most of things. There’d be time for fun when there wasn’t the looming threat of a terrible hangover.