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You ever wake up realizing that you have a crushing amount of stuff to do?
That the list seems infinite in length?
My angel is mumbling in her sleep, tucked into the crook of my arm. Full limpet mode.
'Okay.'
[Okay.]
'Time to take stock.'
[We will break out the pen and paper.]
'Can you even do that?'
[We are in a big vat of fluid, what do you think?]
'Alright snarky.'
'Kay, if it wasn't for Mom going all Deus Ex and saving my ass, that horned bitch would have killed me for sure.'
[We have been through those memories, and yes your assessment is right.]
'I was running out of options when fighting her and her guards. So a priority is that I need more options.'
[We deem this wise.]
'More options means I need more money.'
[You also need to talk to Derek and buy more disposable weaponry.]
'Yes! I want that shotgun and maybe I can get that bomb launcher that Shiv was showing Derek way back.'
[Your memory does work sometimes. We are shocked.]
'shuddup.'
'I need to get in contact with the creepy beer-spitting guy and set up the Infinite Archives ambush.'
[We have someone who can help with that. We are currently working on sourcing them a worthy body.]
'You're normally not big on bodies as a concept?'
[We assure you that none of us are happy about this, but needs must.]
'Okay keep me updated.'
'I need to tell Maria about Mum coming to the city.'
[Low priority, we do not think that will be happening soon.]
'Yeah, good point. We also need to talk to Belly about getting Sophia kids set up.'
[It is interesting that you would even think about them.]
'Feeling a little more human since the egg fix.'
'Gestalt… Is the human me the eggshell? Will this part of me disappear when I hatch?'
[No. The shell is around your human side as well. Your left hand is not your right hand, but they are still both your hands. Your human side is as much a part of you as your Eldritch side.]
Huh, well that kinda makes me feel a lot better. I don't love the idea of being gift-wrapping.
Right, it's time to start getting this list sorted.
But first.
It's been a solid ten days since I last got any action. I mean, there's been kisses and shit, but that's about it. I feel like I've adjusted fairly well to no longer being a one to three times a day type of girl, but I still have needs!
Sophia is still fully asleep, I shuffle around in her embrace, so that she's spooning me.
It's a little weird doing this with someone giving me lovely hugs, but, well, if I move away, she will absolutely wake up, even now that the curse has gone. I feel like it's kinda okay for me to get away with this now; she literally sat and watched me masturbate the other day.
This is fine.
With as little movement as possible, I slowly pull up my nightdress, only far enough for it not to be in the way.
Maneuver successful.
I pause to check the breathing, slow and steady. All signals are good.
Licking my fingertips, I very, very slowly slide my hand under the sheets, down towards where it needs to be.
My bottom lip is pinched between my teeth.
Just as my fingers are about to touch their goal.
"What are you doing?"
I freeze.
I replay the words again in my head, analyzing them like a criminal investigator. Her tone was not sleepy, it was bright. Some might even say mirthful. Her breathing is regular, like she has been awake for a moment.
Fuck, I'm busted.
I go to roll out of bed rather than face the music, but I'm the little spoon and I'm not getting away from shit.
Sophia holds me tight. "I asked you a question…" she said.
You know, when I thought to myself that she would be cool with it, I didn't think about the fact that I would die of embarrassment if I was caught. Bit of an oversight, that one.
"...Were you being a bad girl?" She's been speaking to Daisy again.
There is a deep instinctual part of me that rises up from the depths of my very being, deeper than my Eldritch side, deeper than even my possessiveness, a true foundational element of my mind, and it says,
I'm not a bad girl.
I'm a good girl!
It shakes my head for me. The blush is all me though; I curl up into a little ball as Sophia gently laughs right next to my ear.
"Are you getting a little frustrated?" My devil's embrace asks me.
My traitorous body nods its head.
She whispers now, next to my ear, "Then why did you stop?"
Huuurrck.
"I… I…"
Shhhhhh." She whispers, running her hand down my arm until it covers my own. She picks up my hand and firmly presses it between my legs, not letting it escape. "I wouldn't be doing a very good job as a girlfriend if I let my Tangerine remain all frustrated and worked up."
She presses down on my hand, my fingertips making contact with where I am warmest.
"Now would I?"
All I can do is softly moan. When the fuck did my angel turn into the literal devil?
Not complaining.
Her fingers press down on the tops of mine, pushing them into making slow circling motions. Her other hand slides under my neck, taking my chin and tipping my head back into her shoulder.
I could fucking die.
"You look so beautiful like this." She whispers in my ear, as she leans forward and bites down on between my neck and shoulder. My flesh between her teeth, biting just hard enough to make me gasp.
"I… I…" I try to get out a full sentence, but my brain is mush.
She lifts her mouth away from her shoulder and asks, "Do you need something, Tangerine?"
I do. I need it so badly. I just need to get my thoughts in enough order so I can construct sentences.
"I… need…"
The fingers that were holding my chin, run down my neck and across my collar bone, grazing lower and lower until, over the top of my nightdress, she cups my breast with her hand. Holding it firmly.
"...Huuurrk!"
She whispers again. "I'm sorry, I didn't understand that?" She rotates around what she has cupped, every individual finger nudging my nipple under her hands gentle pressure. "Would you mind repeating yourself?"
How did I find such an evil nun? That's probably an oxymoron.
Her teeth find my neck, if she keeps this up, she is going to leave marks.
I hope she leaves marks.
Her other hand is still pressing mine to my sex. I'm not going to last long. I am a fiddle and she is playing Mozart.
But I am greedy. "S-Sophia… Please, I want more."
"More?" She lightly pinches my nipple between her finger tips. "Well you have been such a good girl, I think you can have a little more." She pulls my nipple up, ever so gently. "As long as you ask."
My brain whites out for a second there; I am dealing with quite a lot of sensory overload.
Fuck.
Get your shit together Tangerine, that wasn't a no. You can have what you want as long as you can get a sentence out. You are known for great communication, you can do this!
"Please…"
Another nipple twist chokes that sentence in my throat. Okay, this might be a little harder than I thought.
The circles are getting a little faster, it's now or never!
"Sophia, Please, I need you inside of me!"
Sophia freezes at that.
No. No fuck, please don't freeze. Please don't say I ruined the moment!
"...Okay." She says, her boob hand lets go of my nipple to resume its firm grip. "But, I have never done anything like that before," Her other hand relieves its pressure on my hand, and then slides under it, so I'm now the one in control. She's whispers again. "So, you will have to show me what to do."
She's asking me to fuck myself with her hand. That's so hot that I think I might melt.
I push her fingertips down so they make contact with my clit. Honestly that is already enough, I have to stop my breathing so I don't go careening over the edge.
Once I am centered again, I push her fingers down between my folds, there is no worries of friction here; I could quench the thirst of the Ghitu. Once we are down far enough, I push her first two fingers inside.
"Oh," she says, a tinge of surprise in her voice, "you are so warm!"
Honestly, I'm surprised I can still comprehend her words at this point.
I have been waiting so long for this, and I know that everyone says that your first time is gonna suck. But this? I couldn't have even dreamed of this.
Sophia is nervous, her fingers uncertain, she pushes in a little deeper. I raise my hand, "Do this," I say, and show her the come-hither motion, before I return to rubbing gentle circles on my clit.
She copies my motion inside of me, the pads of her fingers pressing against that little ridged spot. Fuck!
Two more motions unravel me at my core. I crush her hand between my thighs, and all of me goes rigid.
It's a good thirty seconds before I can form coherent thoughts. I feel like the last three orgasms have grown in strength, exponentially. At this rate I'm not sure I will survive the next one.
Sophia manages to pull herself free of my vice-like grip, and then licks her hand clean. An action so despicably hot, that I might be ready to go again.
She rolls me over so I am facing up at her. "You taste just as good as I remember." And then she descends down on me, our lips meet, hot, needy, and wanton.
We are pretty good at making out at this point.
She is above me, I place my hands on her hips as we kiss. Tracing one hand around so I can return the favor, but she stops me. Catching my hand in hers. "I'm not ready." She says, "For that," she looks guilty, like she is scared she will disappoint me. "Is that okay?"
Of course it's okay! I just nod my head at her, returning my hand to her hips, and lift my head with the neediest face.
Because I want more kisses.
Sophia smiles. She is more than happy to oblige.
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We might have been a little late to class this morning. But Cid is a bro; he just nods his head as we come into the classroom.
I don't know how he knows, but Bronson just gives me a nod of the head and offers out a fist. Which I pound, obviously. "Today you have become a real man." He nods to himself, pecks flexing.
What? Surely, he knows, right? I look around the classroom and then I realize I'm about to reveal the least surprising information ever. "You know I was on the bottom, right?"
Bronson looks me up and down. "Nobody would doubt that Tangerine." That hurts a little bit, but fair. "But any boy can give it; it takes a real man to take it."
"The fact that I'm a girl really doesn't stop me from being a real man, huh?"
Bronson wrinkles his nose, "What does sex have to do with gender? Everyone should aspire to be a true man." Bronson breaks out into a classic Archers pose. Somewhere in the world doves fly and the sun shines down on them. But not here though; we are in a classroom.
I hand my phone back over to Cid, luckily I had remembered to turn it off to save battery. "Hi, sorry my Mom borrowed this so I could phone my Mum," I said.
"Oh, I was wondering where this had gotten off to. It seems to be back in one piece?"
"Yeah, my mom charged it too. You wanna see how it works?"
"Certainly."
I spent the next hour or so going through my phone with Cid. He was really fascinated with the picture of London. "You managed to achieve such heights with no magic at all? I'm starting to believe that maybe the magic is limiting our thinking…" he ponders.
Honestly that sounds too deep for my freshly fucked brain to deal with. So I leave him to it.
Spent the rest of the day working with Shiv on barrier breaker slugs and a few nasty grenade ideas we had. I remember to not compliment her too much.
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After the gym session, which I fucking nailed btw! Such gains, I can feel them!
Anyway, after the gym, I crawl into bed and give my best angel the best hug.
But instead of returning it, she pushes me down into the bed, a wicked glint in her eye. "You know," she flashes an evil looking smile, "I want more."
For the second time this day, I had a very good time.
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