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Finana sighs, head lolling backwards with relief as she tugs loose the strings cinching her off the shoulder blouse in place. The fabric sags and Selen has to whip her head away in case she sees more than just the cleavage that's already been on display. She squirms in her spot there on the couch. She's got her biology tutoring supplies laid out already but Finana doesn't seem in a hurry to study. Selen shoves glasses up her nose before cracking open one of the textbooks and flipping towards a recently studied section. Finana ditches her heavy bracelets and leans over to unzip the giant boots she wears. Taking her sweet time and oblivious to Selen’s nervousness.
“So, where were you having problems?” She wants to nudge the woman next to her on topic because the extended getting comfortable routine is putting her on edge in a way she can’t pinpoint. Something about it had the little baby hairs on the back of her neck standing up with alarm and caution. Maybe it was how much more skin was starting to show as she got comfortable.
“Hmm kinda everywhere really.” Finana admits, the answer vague and terrible. She leans towards Selen looking at the textbook over the dragon’s arm. Selen can't look at her, she can’t, not with how easy it was to see down the mermaid’s top right now. Clearing her throat Selen hunches up a little, picking at random where to start.
“Well we can start here, chapter 21. Musculature anatomy.”
“Mm Okay” Finana’s chin is resting on Selen’s shoulder and she’s gonna die. Why was she so close? It was difficult enough being in her home and now she can smell the scent of her shampoo. Something that was a sweet almost lemony smell, or was that the body wash? Selen’s distraction gets tugged another way as tiny slender fingers absently toy with her shirt cuff. Finana’s soft torso presses tighter to her arm when Selen pulls the book up close trying her damndest to not get distracted again. She can feel Finana’s boobs almost smothering her elbow and it's way too hard to think right now. It's sending goosebumps skittering up her arms and prickling into her hairline.
“Hhrm, so, uh, did you want to start with naming muscle groups?” Selen’s trying to move her hand to point but, Finana’s grip is enough she can’t quite make the motion. She settles for letting the book lay flat against her thighs and points at the chart with her other hand. She outlines the muscle groups as she reads the names. Repeating the names once or twice as Finana fumbles over the names.
Relief is stark in Selen’s heart when Finana pulls the book from her lap and leans away. She hums looking over the chart, flipping the page to look at the diagram from the sides and back at Selen.
“So, ilio-iliopsoas? That’s this one?” She arches, popping one side of her hip off the couch and points at roughly the right spot of her hip. The skirt is split there allowing Selen a gut jolting glimpse of skin under a black painted nail.
“Mm.” Selen agrees, hurriedly ripping her eyes away from the flash of pale skin. She rolls a shoulder. “W, would using labels help you memorize it?” she offers, pointing at a pack of sticky tabs she’d gotten just for that instance. She’d used that method to memorize them on herself after all. Finana looks at her, eyes trailing down looking thoughtful. She smirks suddenly, tossing the book behind her.
“Nah, but I think there’s something else we can do.”
Selen gulps pushing back against the couch watching Finana prowl closer, slinking into Selen’s lap. She was, somehow, even more intimidating right now than usual. The hottest girl Selen’s ever met had her pinned to her living room couch, a poor biology textbook tossed aside like Selen had woken up in some dumb hentai anime. She presses back even harder, arms mentally trapped at her sides while Finana pushes her glasses back into place.
“Wouldn't want to lose those would we?” Her voice a low seductive purr even as she gently drags her nails down her neck. Selen can't breathe, the undone laces on Finana’s blouse are causing the top to slip down a little more with her every move. She can see the edges of the bra’s cups as she shifts. Selen’s snapped and lost it, there's no way Finana Ryugu invited her over to make out. There's just no way.
Finana drops, sitting in Selen’s lap and rocking her hips in small circles. The tiny roll of friction against her had nerves sparking alight. This is it, she died in Finana’s driveway and this insanity is her final thoughts hallucination. An embarrassing yet predictable conclusion given how often she thought about her on any given day.
But the world didn't fade on Selen, sunsetting like the gold and pink of Finana’s eyes. She really did have the tiny goth in her lap. In her lap and grinding on her. Selen’s hips twitched, burning pressure kicking to life in her groin. It made Finana gasp softly, a contented hum following as she melts into Selen’s body. Pressed close, grinding more obviously now that Selen had played along.
“Yknow, kinda thought you weren't up for it when you showed up with all those books.” Finana whispered, a hand dragging down to Selen’s waistband and tugging her shirt free. “Guess you just like to roleplay huh?”
What??
Was this happening? Finana was in her lap and planning to have sex. With Selen. She hadn’t planned on studying anything . Selen’s breath starts spiking as she glances around trying to catch up. Her hands having clasped tight against Finana’s slender waist, the tiny woman nuzzling Selen’s neck with a slow searching type of intent. Selen’s only had a couple of girlfriends before. She's not prepared for this to happen right now!
The insistent, dizzyingly pleasurable grinding suddenly stops. Finana’s frozen against Selen. She peels back looking at Selen in concern gauging how rapid Selen’s breaths are at.
“Hey, are you okay?” Her voice is so soft and sweet now. She’s pushing herself towards Selen’s knees, a hand soothing along Selen’s arms.
“I- I… I didn’t.. I didn’t know.” Selen manages to stutter, her eyes wide and round. How was she supposed to know? Finana was beloved by most of the campus and definitely shouldn’t have even known Selen was alive, much less be interested in her. That makes Finana ease up even more, sliding off Selen’s lap, her eyes as wide as a full moon.
“Y-you didn’t realize?! I asked for help on anatomy . I don’t even have Bio this semester.”
“Why would you want to talk to me outside of book help??” Selen despairs, unsure how to convey the proper level of: I’m a 4.0 who runs track on the side. Why would someone as wonderful as you talk to me?
“Because you’re handsome? And you have a great laugh y'know.”
“You like my laugh??” That scratchy cackle she had been so famous for?
“Yeah, I've been wanting to get closer. Though if I’d known you were so shy I'd have started flirting sooner.” She teases, a little giggle escaping when Selen couldn't maintain eye contact for longer than a moment.
“I’m not shy, I've just… I haven't..” how does she explain Finana happily grinding on her lap is the farthest she's ever been? Sex is a big leap, especially since she’s only made out a few times.
The way Finana’s eyes lit up had those silenced alarm bells ringing again. A bright, striking hunger was aflame. She leans closer, a fanged grin on display. Her bright white fangs highlighted by the black purple lipstick she wore.
“You mean… I get to punch your v-card?” She was asking like Christmas had come early. Could today be any more opposite of what Selen thought it would be? Instead of being annoyed she’s outright giddy?? What is happening?
“You’d still-? But I don't know what to…” Selen looks away, face hot and mumbling.
Finana hums, hitches her skirt higher as she slips back into Selen’s lap. Her head snaps back toward the mermaid when her weight settles right onto her groin. Selen can’t breathe, there’s barely a pleat or two left protecting Finana from being seen . She drapes one arm and then the other over Selen’s shoulders tugging the dragon in close as she hovers mere centimeters from Selen’s lips. Her head tilts just so, leaving green hair to tickle against Selen’s cheeks and she smiles even wider.
“Well, you love learning new things don’tcha? I think I can teach you something pretty special.” she whispers before licking her way into Selen’s mouth. She pushes against the dragon until she’s pinned to the couch again. Parting only just a touch so Selen can gasp for air before Finana’s doing her best to consume her whole. Selen’s completely dizzy from it, her hands snapping to Finana's bare thighs, the soft skin against her palms making everything wonderfully worse. She doesn’t know what to do, hands squeezing and rolling their grip against Finana’s thigh.
Finana squeaks, nuzzling against Selen when she recovers. She nips Selen’s jawline making her jump, the unintentionally thrust feeding Finana’s lust.
“Move your hands up. On my hips, and grab tightly please.” She breathes, kitten licks and nips traveling down Selen’s neck. The bites sting, but the licks turn the pain into a warm pleasure making Selen’s mind degrade into a molten mess. Her hands luckily obey the tiny mermaid’s commands, sliding up, up, up until a palm each wraps around the width of her hips. Where claws prick into skin matching the building tempo of Finana’s grinding.
Selen’s being guided, hands learning to tighten their pull down as Finana’s hips tilt pressing a dire friction against her groin. Selen’s going to explode, her whole body is sitting at a roiling boil. She thinks her skull might fly right off when Finana’s hips tilt just so and cause lightning to ricochet up her spine.
The pleasure helps melt Selen more as she tries to keep up with Finana. The way her mouth will travel, nipping and kissing, before coming back to hers. Leaving them to tangle together, a dainty hand working up her shirt as hers clutch desperately for the stability in the mermaid’s hips. It's so good, so so good .
It’s too good. She’s going cum in her pants like an idiot, she can feel the tension making her lift her hips towards Finana’s. Yanking back, Selen tries to protest, trying to tell Finana that they need to stop. Her tongue and teeth feel too large to control properly, making her sputter uselessly as she lifts the mermaid’s hips away from her own.
“Sorry Sorry! I was gonna- I almost-.” she’s desperate having felt herself give a horrible almost twitch. Selen’s dying now, her face and ears burning with shame. She almost came all over herself like a poorly written tv nerd. She glances up at her, waiting for her pride’s execution.
“Oh?” Finana’s eyes are locked onto the bulge in Selen’s slacks. Fixated intensely, her hand drifting towards Selen’s waistband. The alarm bells are ringing violently but Selen can’t let go of the mermaid, her hands keeping her up and stable. Finana’s pulling on them slipping free of the button, and yanking the whole of it down. It frees her, quite frankly, painful erection allowing it to spring up to aim at Finana’s face.
There’s pearly white cum dribbling out of the slit all smudged and smeared across the head from her boxers. Finana’s still fixated on it, but she’s shifting herself onto the couch next to Selen. Its over, she totally fucked up her chance to have sex with Finana Ryugu. Selen covers her face embarrassed and exposed. The urge to die on the spot is still riding high in her thoughts as she waits.
“Fuck, that was close I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine, you’re just a little messy. I’ll clean you up.” Selen’s eyes pop open and she parts her fingers. That was not the tone or sentence of a woman who’s mad at the situation at all. If anything she sounded hungry. A starved and unwilling to wait anymore type of hunger.
Selen gets only a second of watching Finana cutely tucking her hair behind her ear before she licks a searing swipe across Selen’s tip. She licks again, tilting a little before taking the whole head into her mouth. It begs disbelief that Selen is sitting here, hands frantically clutching at her own hair as Finana gives her a blowjob. She bobs in a shallow pattern, her hand at the base keeping Selen’s cock where it needs to be.
She’s bent over Selen’s lap, sucking and licking the rigid cock. Every lick is turning Selen’s mind into a sieve full of sand. All she can register is the intensity of Finana’s warmth, the slick wet slide of her tongue and the way her hand bumps over the ridges on her cock. Selen shoves her glasses back up her nose, muttering simple math problems desperately to herself. She has to last longer than this, she has to. It’d be almost as embarrassing as coming in her pants if she instantly busts a nut just because a hot goth girl touched her dick.
Except Finana seems determined to execute her. When Selen started babbling to herself she felt the mermaid pick up speed. She sped up and took more and more of Selen into her mouth. Reacting to Selen’s desperation to last like it was a personal insult. Dragging her hands down her face, Selen finds herself humping up into Finana’s mouth. She can't seem to stop, can't resist the tight warm heat, the delicious friction and the siren call of getting to cum.
Gulping air with a drowning man’s desperation, Selen's begging herself to last just a second more. She can feel heat and pressure reaching a peak she’s familiar with. She’s going to cum any second if Finana keeps this up and she doesn’t know if she’s supposed to try and yank the mermaid out of the way.
“I- I’m, I’m gonna-” She squawks much too late as the tension in her belly snaps. She jerks, hands clawing at her neck and shirt trying not to grab the mermaid sucking her off. She groans low and long as each heavy pulse of her orgasm drains her. She can vaguely register Finana having to peel back from her cock, the amount of cum just a bit too much to swallow down easily.
”Fuck.” Selen groans, her feathers shielding her face from Finana. Her wings feel like they’ve wrung out almost as much as her dick had been. She’s made a mess of herself, white shining along her hips and belly. It barely missed her rucked up shirt thanks to Finana’s earlier groping.
“Jeez, you really came a lot.”
“Uh, sorry?”
“It’s not a big deal, I just made a mess I gotta clean up.” Finana’s practically singing her amusement, her glee. She leans down again, swiping long heavy licks to clean the cum off of Selen’s belly.
The next swipe makes Selen’s belly twitch and jump. Scratching her head Selen tries to think of what to do. She needs to do something, anything and, y’know, reciprocate for Finana. The mermaid is diligent and Selen still kind of can't believe it even though she can see Finana’s lipstick smeared on her dick.
“I gotta do something for you too!” She blurts, hands holding Finana still. Keeping her from reeling Selen back into the fog of lust that had her squirming in place and stupid. She absently tucks some of Finana’s hair behind her ear, her left hand holding the woman up. It had been blocking Selen’s ability to see her sunset eyes.
“You're so cute.” Finana nips at Selen’s hand as she sits up. The confidence Finana had was incredible, sweet yet assured. She scrunches and pushes her shirt down around her waist. The smile is angelic as she shuffles into Selen’s lap again. A slender set of fingers sliding along Selen’s abdomen with a sinful coy touch.
“How about a lesson on fingering while we wait for you to get up again?” Finana’s tugging on the buttons of Selen's shirt. Selens got her palms pressed warmly against the soft skin. The mermaid leans close to kiss. The sweetness of the gesture carrying back and forth until Selen’s relaxed a little. “Actually, want to take my bra off instead? A little warm up exercise?”
Selen wonders if there’s something wrong with her that the schooling jokes were actually working a little. She nods, hands moving around Finana’s back until she gets to the latches. She’d seen it just earlier, the wide band with multiple hooks keeping things in place. Selen silently regrets almost always wearing a sports bra because she really could have used the practice for getting the hooks free.
“C’mon, you’ve got bras Selen. Just slide it.” Finana’s teasing her. Like she isn’t being intentionally distracting with her lips pressing to Selen’s jaw, and a hand coming up to fix the crooked angle of Selen’s glasses. A warm wet heat envelops her ear lobe with a sweet teasing bite right as Finana presses herself tightly against Selen. The stubborn top hook coming free right as she did so, keeping the bra in place.
“Good job.” It makes her tail thud rapidly like a pleased retriever and its six types of embarrassing as Finana laughs in response. “Praise kink, got it.”
“Uh!” Selen wishes at some point she’d stop blushing. That this tiny succubus would stop toying with her so much and just end her already. But she doesn’t have time for more than a half hearted prayer to the Moon for perseverance as the mermaid leans back letting the bra drop down to her elbows.
Selen’s staring, she’s staring and she can’t stop. Her hand is up and cupping under Finana’s right breast before she can really stop herself, a thumb flicking over a pink nipple. Finana twitches at that, a little squeak of noise that Selen wants to repeat.
“You can use your mouth y’know.” Finana’s guiding Selen to her chest and Selen’s pretty sure she’s died and gone to heaven. She drifts right, pressing a kiss just to the side of Finana’s left nipple. There at the curved slope inwards to gather her courage. She slips over and takes Finana into her mouth and sucks.
“Ah!” Finana’s cry is instant, high and her grip on Selen’s hair is twisted pushing her breasts more into Selen. “That, yeah, more.” She commands, encouraging Selen to play with her to give her pleasure in return. She switches, leaving a wet trail to cool against Finana’s skin as she licks a path across. Something she’d dreamed of but didn’t dare think would happen. Her left hand dwarfs the breast it holds and massages. Finana’s so tiny; Selen could eat her whole and find herself still wanting.
The moans and gasps from Finana are needles prickling under her skin egging her on, and they get even sharper when she encourages Selen’s left hand down to her ass to squeeze the flesh there too. The bare skin under her skirt is going to rob Selen of her breath and sanity. There’s no underwear to stop her wandering fingers from feeling Finana entirely.
“Ooh, okay I’m going insane Selen. Gimme your hand.” Finana’s almost begging, the hand not busy with keeping Selen’s nose pressed to soft flesh guiding Selen’s hesitant self down. She’s led down between Finana’s legs, her hand pushing Selen’s back up and under into wet folds.
Wet. She’s so fucking wet. Selen’s fingers are slipping, the flood barely hidden by Finana’s skirt is painting rivers down her thighs. The tops of her stockings were soaked through and that was hot enough to choke the breath from her. Selen can’t help burying her face into Finana’s shoulder with a heavy groan. She’s careful and unsure but she shifts, sliding her fingers between wet folds. Rubbing Finana with a soft insistence and listening to her sing in response. The high notes when a fumbling hand finds her clit are worth dying for. Selen repeats the slide, she presses harder, goes softer after a pass or two, trying to learn how to make her sing.
”Yess, fuck Selen.” Selen can feel her cock twitch, waking up from the sounds, the sights, and the very real proof under her hand that Finana’s having a good time. That Finana’s turned on, wanting her . Inquisitive Selen finds a dip and her finger sinks. She sinks in, deeper than she thought she would on such a shy first touch. The warm tight heat flexes, clamping down and refusing to let her go.
“Oh…” She mumbles brain fully turned to ash. She’s inside Finana, up to the second knuckle into her entrance. There’s a whimper from the mermaid in her lap and she freezes. Should she have asked first? Was Finana in pain?
“No no, keep going. I need more Selen. Please? Give me two, please I need two.” Finana’s nuzzling, rooting at Selen’s neck and jaw. ‘She’s eager for a kiss,’ Selen can’t help thinking and tilts up to meet her. She only sinks her one finger a little farther, mind dissolving over the feel of it. She pulls back, lining her middle finger up with her index to follow. She sinks to the last knuckle with an ease that has Selen completely capsized.
They build up a rhythm, a dance between the way Finana’s hips meet Selen’s palm. Actions mirrored by how Finana switches from praising Selen’s efforts and trying to consume the nerdy dragon whole. Selen knows she’s clumsy about it, thrusting in too slow or fast, fumbling on adding her ring finger before she learned the depth of a thrust properly. Her tail definitely hit the corner of the coffee table edge in a way that’s gonna bruise tomorrow but she can’t seem to care. The mermaid’s song drowned her an hour ago and she’s still dying on her last breath.
“I, I oh…mhh.” Finana’s eyes flutter, unable to stay open for more than a glimpse of pink irises. Her head is rolling limp on her neck and there’s this cute little furrow between her brows. “ ‘m close . Please, Selen!” her voice breaking on Selen’s name as her hips roll quicker chasing that final push to a blissful orgasm. Selen’s losing the tempo and in desperation crushes Finana to her chest so she can pump her fingers as hard and fast as she can. Its seconds, precious everlasting seconds, before her fingers are in a vice grip that’s matched by the way Finana’s whole body seizes tight.
Dropping her head back Selen tries to catch up in the stillness after Finana’s orgasm. She just made Finana Ryugu cum. She can feel wet spots on her pants from where Finana’s arousal had pooled and dripped down Selen’s hand left to be caught in her lap. The fact that three of her fingers are swallowed up by Finana to the knuckle and she had thought that all she’d get this afternoon was the sight of a woman she’d been crushing on sitting relaxed and near her. Nothing about this afternoon was going the way she’d assume. It was like opening a closet door to find heaven.
“You okay?” Selen’s concerned, she hadn’t been too rough had she? She shifts, trying to keep her dick from poking Finana too much as the woman comes back to herself. Selen slides sweat sticky hair from the back of her neck trying to make the mermaid as comfortable as she could, unsure what else to do. Is it okay to take her fingers out now? Does she have to do that one at a time or can she just slide her hand free?
“ Fuck, I love nerds. You’re such quick learners.” Finana’s smile would have been saintly if it wasn’t for that voracious edge caught in her teeth. She’s peppering Selen’s face with little kisses and a hand under Selen’s chin. “A+ Selen.” The praise is too much, her wings fluffy up hiding her face as her tail thumps excitedly. Selen didn’t even want to think about how her dick had given a heavy twitch and let free a spurt of precum at the phrase.
Risking a look into Finana’s eyes she knows the mermaid noticed. Her razor grin was much too sharp and pleased to be ignorant of what was happening just below her waist. It makes Selen shiver from wing tip to tail tip before she coughs clearing her throat.
“Is it okay to pull out?” She asks, her hand shifting. Finana flinches, her hand clamping down on Selen’s wrist. Freezing and wide eyed Selen watches Finana seem to adjust to something, slowly rising. Guiding the way Selen’s hand slips free herself.
“I mean, I’d rather you stay put, buuut,” She sings backing away from Selen. She lands on her feet and stretches her legs out of the discomfort of having been kneeling for so long. “I think I'll let you if you stick something else in instead.”
Selen squeaks her surprise. It's so dumb, she knew damn well Finana wanted sex. But somehow it still hadn’t occurred to her that the mermaid was going to want Selen’s dick in her . Selen finds herself looking down at her cock, the purple ridged length curving towards her belly. It had barely fit in the mermaid’s mouth at all, how was it going to go in her pussy?
“Would I even fit? You’re tiny .”
“Guess we’ll have to experiment and see huh?” She teases, watching the pink flush on Selen’s face deepen again. “Kick your pants off.”
The lunar dragon arches her back, fumbling for her tail loop clasp and starts scrunching and kicking her pants away. There’s something to only being half undressed that’s making this whole scenario taste like lightning. Finana’s technically mostly dressed still, her stockings and skirt in place. Selen’s shirt is open but her sports bra hasn’t been shoved away and now she’s bare assed laying on the couch at Finana’s coaching.
Finana’s up and kneeling over her, that wicked insatiable hunger making her eyes glow. Selen’s swallowing nervously and is pretty sure she’s going to actually die this time. She’s going to her death gladly, trying her best to carve the sight of a half dressed Finana poised over her cock into her brain forever.
“Ready?” She’s leaning forward and Selen can’t help staring at the way her breasts shift, and farther down at Finana’s hand wrapped around her cock.
“Y-yeah.”
Finana sinks. Selen’s hands latch onto a thigh and the arm supporting Finana’s weight. The sheer snug heat enveloping her head is making the room spin. She gets a breath in, rattling and fractured before Finana’s lowering herself a little more. Taking more of Selen in with each short drop. Torture, its pure unaltered torture. Instinct roars, demanding she thrusts hard into the woman above her. To get in as deep as possible, to bury herself in Finana and never leave. Not until she’s spent herself into nothing.
“I, shit ,” Finana’s frozen, halfway down. Her head’s down and Selen can’t see her face. Nails are biting into Selen’s stomach as the mermaid breathes through the stretch of the biggest ridge. She shifts, pulling back a little before sinking down again, pushing herself past the ridged bump. Finana’s whimpering, tiny little bobs that have Selen locked in place as she watches the bulge under Finana’s skin shift and slide.
“You’re.. You’re actually pretty big.” she admits, looking at Selen with a trembling smile.
“Y-yeah??” She probably shouldn’t be puffing up with the pride she’s feeling right now. She’s an impressive size that has Finana faltering. The completely confident woman stumbling halfway through, forgetting herself as she struggles to take Selen’s cock.
“Mhm” Finana shivers, a trembling breath reaching her toes. They make eye contact, Selen instinctively curling up to kiss her. She wants to comfort Finana, to encourage her.
“Good thing I’ve practiced on something bigger.”
What.
The sweetness is gone, instead Selen realizes she's just stumbled exactly where Finana wanted her to go. The mermaid shifts and drops. She swallows Selen up to the hilt. Their hips are pressed tightly together, her whole weight pressing Selen’s hips down. Selen swears she can even feel the way Finana’s clit drags against her belly.
“Better hold on Selen.” She kisses her, intent filthy as she sucks on Selen’s tongue. Her hips start. A rolling grind that eases up in a rise and fall. She goes a little higher each time, dropping down to grind her clit against Selen’s belly. The pleasure is too much. An overwhelming riptide that has Selen drowning.
Finana’s in full control now, her hand a tight biting grip pressed to Selen’s ribs to give her stability on the highest of rises, where only the tip of Selen’s cock is left inside. Then it's a vicious drop back to that delicious grind pressing stars into Selen’s vision. She’s got Selen by the hair with her other hand keeping her hunched up to make their mouths meet, or for Finana to bite and lick along the tendon in Selen’s neck. Nothing has been so pleasurable but out of control in Selen’s entire life. She’s struggling to breathe, to press her teeth into matching bites along Finana’s neck. It's a violent pleasure and she never wants it to stop.
But she doesn’t know how to time her thrusts to meet Finana’s hips. Her hips are pinned under Finana, her left hand under the skirt to help support Finana’s weight and balance with her right groping at Finana’s breasts. She’s trying to reciprocate everything Finana does, desperately mirroring the way Finana’s ripped her sanity and soul away. She’s got the spins and she couldn’t be more happy to die under the mermaid’s onslaught.
Selen finds herself pushed against the cushions, Finana’s hands fisted into her shirt collar holding her down. The mermaid isn’t even looking at her, she’s curled over Selen watching the way the dragon’s cock bulges her out as she speeds up the rolling thrusts. She’s crying out, the burning desire to cum bearing down on them both like a blade at their throats.
Selen mourns being parted from Finana’s sweet mouth. She can really only see the crown of Finana’s head from where she’s at, but the flip side of this loss is that she’s gotten the rhythm down. Her hands are both digging into Finana’s ass now, a grip as tight as the one at her collar. She’s digging her heels into the couch to add power to her upward drive. It makes the mermaid gasp and scream on every punctuated smack of skin on skin. She has to fill Finana up before her heart gives out, she couldn’t bear it failing before she can. She needs to cum and she needs to cum soon.
Finana’s biting and sucking on her collarbone, leaving a violent brand in Selen’s skin. Her eyes are tightly shut as she rides Selen, moaning her approval and yanking at Selen’s shirt to get her to move harder, faster, more. The mermaid’s lost to her own rising tide and Selen’s long lost as the searing pressure explodes in her belly.
She grunts, flexing her arms to keep the woman pinned hip to hip as she cums. She’s gone blind from it, the heavy pumps matched by the way Finana’s pussy squeezes her tight. They’re both incoherent, muscles locked tight in their simultaneous orgasms.
The pair collapses, Finana’s head just under Selen’s chin. Selen’s relearning how to breathe after all of that. She’s so strung out and tired, like she’d just run the 200 meter dash twice back to back. It came with the muscle burn too, a deep and abiding satisfaction turning her legs into melted slag.
“H, Holy shit.” Selen can’t help gasping. She’s just had her mind blown and she’s pretty sure she’s never orgasmed so hard in her life. Nothing could compare to how Finana had made her feel, how tired she is. She runs a soothing palm down Finana’s trembling back.
“Mmhm,” Finana’s voice is a ragged squeak as she nuzzles into Selen’s neck and shoulder. The happy post-orgasm buzz leaving her trembling and exhausted. She shifts a little, hands sliding to be more of a hold against Selen as they bask in their afterglows.
“Not a bad first time right?” Finana laughs, propping herself up to look Selen in the eye now that she’s had several minutes to recover.
“I think I’m dead. D-did I actually die on the way here?” Selen admits, starry eyed at Finana. Finana’s giggling at her response, a pink flush to her cheeks. She shakes her head at Selen, hiding her smile as she picks absently at the buttons on Selen’s shirt.
“Well, that’s a compliment I guess.” she laughs, resting her head back against Selen again. Like she can’t get enough of being close. It was kinda cute how she’d pop up to speak every time.
“It is! Still can’t believe you want me.” Selen admits, wings flapping at the confession as she keeps snuggling the woman above her. She also keeps being drawn down to where they’re connected hip to hip.
“What? Really? I’ve been trying to find you all semester. Ever since I tripped over your tail.” Finana protests, pushing all the way up so she’s upright. Her eyes squish a little as she rocks deliberately watching Selen’s eyes roll. She’s a little too sensitive still but holy fuck like she’d ever stop Finana.
“Since you tripped?? Since I caught you??” Selen’s pushing up on her elbows now too. She can’t believe her luck, spent all semester staring longingly at the goth girl and she could have done this earlier?
“Yeah, I like nerds. And I like how strong you were. Your laugh was cute.” She rocks again and Selen’s staggered from the blow.
“Holy shit.” Whether that was the revelation, or the way she felt the way Finana had flexed to clench against her cock, she wasn’t sure.
“Mhm, and next time I’m gonna teach you so many new things.” Her voice was honeyed sweetness defined. Her grin and the way her eyes burned down Selen’s body spoke more of hellfire and ruin.
“N-next time?”
“Yep, the first lesson’s gonna be learning to use that dragon’s tongue somewhere else. ” Finana rocks again to punctuate, exactly, where Selen was going to be sticking her tongue next time.
“O-Okay! Yeah, we can do that!” Selen squawks, hips automatically pushing back against Finana’s. The thrust a newly trained reflex built in just for Finana’s enjoyment.
She moans, long dark eyelashes fluttering prettily. The smile’s still there, razor sharp and prideful. Selen’s new personal tutor is pleased with the lessons learned, leaning down to bite at her covered breasts.
“Guess you wanna go again?”
“Uhm?” Selen is very much still soft inside Finana. The cum and slick pooling at their joined hips leaking out and down onto the couch. She’s sensitive though, each rock almost painful against the initial pleasure. “Maybe?”
Finana’s pout is gutting. She tilts, her hair sliding and tickling Selen’s belly. Instead of getting off she follows her hair and settles onto Selen’s chest again. Resting there like she belongs in Selen’s arms and tucked under her chin. It makes a warm fluttering hope bloom in Selen’s chest that maybe, just maybe, she could have more than sex with Finana.
“I guess we can take a small break. It was your first time doing all of that.” She admits, a finger tracing a hickey left on Selen’s neck. “We’re gonna have to train your endurance though.” She adds, a wicked grin hidden into Selen’s throat.
Holy shit.