[C][M] Captain's Orders

Without even opening her eyes, the woman spread her thighs in invitation for the younger woman.

There was never a time when Giacinto wasn't up for someone to share their services.

Even now, so soon after she'd already been pleasured, she was quite happy to receive more pleasure.

It would probably work in Tamara's favour. Having already been worked up, Giacinto was sensitive to touches.

She took the spread legs as an invitation.

Cheeks flushing, he settled between them, kneeling. Unlike other times, she took this occasion to appreciate the woman's body from this view. Tony was breathtaking.

She gently smoothed her hands down the Italian woman's thigh until her thumbs brushed her hip bones. She then brought one of hands up to cup one of Tony's breasts.

The younger woman leaned down to kiss the the olders chest and then up to capture her lips.

Giacinto's thighs twitched when Tamara's hands stroked over them.

Though she shared her bed with many, she was still highly self-conscious about her body. Her thighs in particular. Her scarred skin was so easily seen. She hated those thin scars.

But as the human's attention turned to her breasts, she relaxed a little.

She returned the kiss with a lazy caress.

She continued kissing the woman with eagerness and passion.

The hand on the breast playing and teasing the nipple. Twisting and pulling it between her thumb and index finger before groping the chest fully.

God, she felt blessed. How did it take her so long to realise how gorgeous woman were? Thank God she can fully appreciate it now.

The and on the older woman's hip dipped between her leg. She pushed two then three of he fingers inside the woman, fucking her slowly.

Giacinto's chest pressed upwards as Tamara's fingers began teasing her nipples.

Pleased gasps were muffled by the younger woman's lips.

These little ministrations were what got to Succubae such as herself. Succubae were ruled by their need for sex. The older they got, the easier they fell to the sexual touches.

At four thousand years old, Giacinto was an old creature. She was more affected by such small touches than younger Succubae.

The woman cried out softly as two fingers pushed into her, gasping out breathlessly as a third finger pushed into her.

Tony sounded even better when it was her making her create those noises. And it urged her on to make more of them.

Her head turned to the crook of the woman neck. Her pink tongue lapping at the salty skin before kissing it softly.

She picked up the pace of her fingers. The palm of her hand avoiding Tony's clit. From her own experiences, and the few she had with Tony, it felt better the longer you avoided it. The more you want it, the better it feels.