The water ebbed and ripples around them as they pumped their respective digits into each other’s warm pussies. Eliza was the first to sink her hand in all the way up to the second row of knuckles, so she tucked her thumb into the indention in her palm and pushed a little harder. Veronica realized she had to move quickly, so she followed suit. Both women were pumping their hands in slow but steady movements. Veronica was beginning to sweat a bit as her vaginal entrance was slowly being stretched to try and accommodate the invading hand. Eliza was concentrating very hard as her own honey-pot was about to be pillaged.
Veronica was hoping that Eliza’s natural resiliency would forgive her, but she wasn’t about to lose this race! With one last excruciatingly slow push on her hand, her fist slipped into her girlfriend’s pussy completely and was enveloped by that velvet prison.
Eliza’s opening was throbbing in a mixture of a little pain and A LOT of pleasure. She found herself gasping for breath as the entrance to her paradise clamped down on Veronica’s wrist. Her own quest to fist her girlfriend was temporarily forgotten as her body tried to accustom itself to the intruder.
“I win,” Veronica said with a smile.
Eliza shot her a dirty (but horny) look, grinning, then pushed her own hand that extra inch.
“Oh God!” Veronica shouted as she succumbed to the violation. The two women sat in the water, staring at each other with open mouths and open eyes. They were both breathing heavily as their fingers began to twitch and probe, slowly coming back to life. Eliza preferred to pump her clenched fist while Veronica attacked all of her lover’s insides by stretching out her hand as much as she could.
{{ Fuck me, }} Eliza thought, no longer able to make her mouth obey her commands. She turned her hand a little and pumped again, causing Veronica’s pleasure centers to erupt.
Still biting her bottom lip, Veronica retaliated by directly stimulating Eliza’s g-spot, rubbing one of her knuckles against it until her lover began whimpering with pleasure. But Eliza wasn’t done. She brought the hand that she had been bracing herself with forward so she could gently run circles around Veronica’s clit with her thumb.
{{ Point . . . me, }} she thought cockily.
Veronica’s brain was swooning. ‘I can’t . . . I can’t let her make me cum first . . . again,’ she thought, a bit confused. Then the thought came to her. She pulled her free hand up and leaned forward as much as she could. She grabbed Eliza by the shoulder and pulled that girl forward. With hands inside each other’s cunts, she kissed her lover. Eliza looked surprised (and tired) but please. But she was even more surprised when Veronica’s fangs came out and sank into Eliza’s neck.
{{ Oh . . . you . . . bitch! }} Eliza thought as their powerful mental link kicked into action.
It was like one of those moments like when you were a kid, hanging onto the bars of the playground’s merry-go-round. Things get to spinning so fast that you think you’re going to go flying off, but you can’t stop laughing. For Veronica and Eliza, each spin was like a gentle wave of pleasure that, after a few moments, grew into a tidal wave. And when they let go of the merry-go-round, the orgasms that followed spun wildly out of control. And just like those times on the ride as a child, both women’s heads were spinning even after the ride was over. Luckily, as Veronica’s fangs withdrew, they were leaning against each other, otherwise there might have been some drowning.
Eliza came to her senses first and pulled her hand out of Veronica’s body. Then she grabbed Veronica’s wrist and helped that woman return the favor.
“Can’t . . . see . . . anything,” Veronica moaned as she felt an unfortunate absence from her body.
Eliza laughed, leaned forward and wiped the hair from in front of her lover’s face.
“Oh . . . there everything is,” Veronica chuckled.
Even though Veronica’s vision was unobstructed, Eliza continued to stroke her lover’s face.
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The next evening . . .
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{{ It is actually quite infuriating, }} Evlidone thought, looking at the assembled force around him. All the occupants and guests in the house, as well as the local Captain of the Palace Guard (a man named Aruthis), were gathered in the central dining hall, which was acting as an impromptu war-room. The Security Director had been explaining what he knew about the Swords of Cleansing. Unlike the Purity back on Earth, the Swords of Cleansing had actually been around for a long time. In actuality, the fanatical group consisted entirely of vampires, even though they weren’t above stealing magical ideas from other races. In fact, they despised ALL other races. The modern Swords of Cleansing had been formed by merging together a number of older and smaller secret vampire societies that had been proponents of vampire separatism, even on Terra. Succubae, trolls, gargoyles, lycanthropes and even octovians (half-humanoid, half-octopus-like creatures that lived deep below the surface of Terra’s oceans) were targets of their hatred and ridicule. When the dimensional crack had opened and free travel had begun between Terran and Earth, these smaller groups had somehow organized and consolidated their resources.
{{ And they are paranoid, }} Valar interjected. {{ The attack on this house a few nights ago was not part of their usual strategy. Unlike the Purity, the Swords of Cleansing do not generally rush into anything. As a result, there are fewer attacks, but they tend to be more damaging. }}
{{ We . . . }} Evlidone started. Then he stopped, looked at his daughter and smiled. {{ We originally tried seeking out their hiding places, but they are elusive. When word came of how the Purity had been stopped . . . repeatedly . . . we tried luring our foes into a trap but they have been maddeningly uncooperative. }}
Eliza blushed a little. It appears that her father HAD been paying attention to her work on Earth, and imitation was the sincerest form of flattery.
{{ We have tried all the conventional methods of locating them, but nothing is working, }} Aruthis said. He was more than a little confused as to why these . . . outsiders . . . were being consulted, but he would never disobey a direct order from the Security Director. {{ They tend to be based out of more backwater, conservative communities who won’t speak to our investigators. And they know how to counter our intelligence gathering spells. }}
Terillia was afraid to speak. Like many young succubae, she had dreams of glory and being part of the great adventure, but she was discovering the bane of young adventurers everywhere: taking that first step. She was surrounded by powerful spell casters, potent warriors and knowledgeable men. Terillia had an idea, but she thought it had to be stupid or have already been tried, seeing as no one had yet mentioned it. Her mouth was partially open in the fashion of a student who wanted to question his or her teacher but was afraid of appearing the fool. The she felt a hand on her thigh, and noticed Vicky was staring at her. The human woman smiled. ‘How does she know . . .’ Terillia started to think.
Vicky wasn’t a telepath, but she knew her lover well enough that she wanted to say something, held back only by the insecurity of youth surrounded by experience. Vicky just nodded, still smiling.
{{ Uhm . . . Instead of luring them out . . . why don’t you . . . drive them out? }}
{{ Because we don’t know where they are, }} Aruthis said in a slightly patronizing tone.
{{ You said they are paranoid, correct? Do they KNOW that we don’t know where they are or how to find them? }} Terillia responded, the feathers on the back of her neck ruffling. She HATED being talked down to. That was something Eliza never did to her, which is one reason she had grown so loyal to the Hybrid.
{{ Go ahead, }} Eliza said, glaring at the Captain.
{{ I’m afraid I don’t understand the difference, }} Evlidone said. If his daughter wanted to hear what this young woman had to say, he would extend her the benefit of the doubt.
Suddenly Terillia was the focus of everyone’s attention, and it was a tad disconcerting. {{ Well . . . let me put it this way, }} she started, glancing around nervously, {{ whenever the King or Queen of Ziticens (the home continent of the succubae) decrees a Royal Hunt, they always hunt from the air. But most of their quarry is adept at hiding, so the hunters either send someone on the ground to beat the bushes or they use force-pulse spells to drive the prey out into the open. Instead of waiting for your prey to come looking for you, why not drive them out? }}
Aruthis tried not to roll his eyes. {{ But we don’t know where to start . . . }}
{{ We do not need to, }} Evlidone said, his eyes narrowed in thought. {{ It is basic nature. I had the opportunity to watch such a hunt a few centuries ago. When a creature is frightened, it is likely to bolt even if it is not in any actual danger. }}
{{ These Swords of Cleansing clowns just need to THINK that they’re in danger, }} Eliza thought.
{{ You mean you want to bluff them out into the open? }} Valar asked. {{ But how? They know how we look for people and they know how good their security is. }}
{{ Correction, }} interjected Eliza, {{ They know how YOU look for people and how good their security is against YOUR intelligence gathering. They don’t know anything about us, }} she added, glancing at her team.
Evlidone wasn’t thrilled about the idea of his daughter getting involved in something potentially dangerous. But since he seemed unable to control the young woman, he might as well use her talents and those of her team. {{ So what EXACTLY do you have in mind? }}