8: Then they Banged, pt 11 (Patreon)

(pt 1, pt 2, pt 3, pt 4, pt 5, pt 6, pt 7, pt 8, pt 9, pt 10)

Stephanie watched with breathless anticipation as Brian lowered his head to Emily’s waiting pussy lips. She couldn’t see the finer details from where she sat, but when that telltale tremor went through Emily’s prone figure, she knew that his tongue had greeted the girl’s slick labia with a languid, teasing stroke. Merely seeing it made her flush and sent a shudder through her; Stephanie remembered the sensation so vividly that she felt her own private parts grow even hotter, practically oozing fluid around Kelly’s fingers.

“Ooh, you like that, don’t you?” Kelly whispered into her ear with a grin. “You like it when Brian talks dirty?”

Talks dirty? Stephanie’s mind blanked for a second in its pink-addled haze before she caught on to what Kelly meant. Oh, the thing he said—calling it nectar, saying what a pretty little... patch Emily had?

Embarrassingly enough, Stephanie hadn’t immediately deciphered his words a moment ago—she’d been listening but not entirely hearing. Her mind was still reeling at seeing this savage, almost ferocious side to the gentle and caring Brian she thought she knew. It was more than simply distracting to see; witnessing the beastly Brian was revealing surprising glimpses into the depths of her own sexual psyche, raw, animalistic urges that would have been impossible for her to realize even a few scant hours ago. Honestly, spoken words had gone right over her head, mentally fobbed off as some sort of inside thing between Emily and him, some shared secret code or reference.

No, not patch, Stephanie realized. He said it was her pretty little peach, that it was leaking with nectar. Those are certainly, um, apt enough descriptors, hah…

“Steph?” Kelly prodded, tapping a fingertip against her labia to get her attention.

“Sorry,” Stephanie whispered back, trying not to squirm beneath Kelly’s touch. “Um. I do like it. Do... you like it?”

“It’s… surprisingly a little hot,” Kelly admitted. “When he says it. My friends and I, we used to make a game of it, just—stringin’ together euphemisms into the most obscene phrases we could think of. I thought by now I was desensitized to pretty much any filthy thing a person could say, buuut...”

“I do remember you had quite a few clever ones,” Stephanie murmured with a smile, relaxing back against Kelly. “It was a game with your friends? Tell me about them?”

“My friends, huh...” Kelly repeated softly.

“No, no no no mmMmmhhph—!!” Emily’s petite figure was cavorting beneath Brian’s ministrations, gyrating and jerking but unable to escape the firm hold he had on her hips as he continued to lick and slurp her. A tousled mop of bright blue hair was now peeking out from beneath where her yukata had slid up her back and begun to hide her, and the girl’s gasping pants and moans of pleasure were muffled by the pillow the girl had buried her face into.

“I don’t think what I had was really friends,” Kelly sighed. “Not like this with you guys. Definitely not like Emily and Brian were.”

“What, um, were they like?” Stephanie asked, wetting her lips again.

“I don’t wanna talk about them,” Kelly whispered back. “Jesus. What’s with you guys and wanting to share every little thing?”

Stephanie bit her lip, feeling a tense moment of indecision, before taking Kelly’s hand by the wrist and pulling it away from her own rather slippery crotch and out of her mostly-peeled-down overalls entirely. She hoisted herself out of Kelly’s lap using the armrests of the easy chair, and then stood in front of her, blocking the girl’s view of Brian and Emily.

“Steph, c’mon, I didn’t mean anything like—” Kelly began to say in a low voice, but stopped when Stephanie signalled her to hush with a finger at her lips.

With slow, deliberate movements, Stephanie slipped her thumbs into the waistband and pulled her panties down along with the overalls she’d already been half-out of. As naked as Kelly now and just a shade more pale, she revealed her glistening sex and its peach fuzz halo of bright pink pubic hair. Bearing the weight of Kelly’s interested appraisal without shying away—it was difficult—Stephanie then climbed back into her friend’s lap, this time facing her.

“Kelly…” Stephanie asked in a quiet, breathy whisper, “I know the talking— that it makes you uncomfortable. Or, um, impatient. And, that’s how you are. But, I need you to listen to me, really listen to me right now.”

“Right now?” Kelly balked in a hushed voice. “Steph—I thought you were getting into this, seeing the action.”

“I… was. Am,” Stephanie corrected herself. “But, this is important. Kelly, please listen.”

“Okay,” Kelly agreed, slipping her hands around Steph’s waist and helping her slide her knees up a bit more on either side of her so that Stephanie could rest her bottom on Kelly’s knees. “You have my attention.”

“Kelly… I love you,” Stephanie said, looking deep into her the girl’s brandy-brown eyes. “It’s only been a day and a night, but my feelings are—they’re strong. I could kiss you and it wouldn’t seem weird at all… I think I might want to make love to you, to—um. Explore this.”

A conflicted expression crossed Kelly’s face, but she continued to silently gaze back at her with rapt attention.

“If you think that this is all too fast, you would probably be right,” Stephanie admitted. “There’s something… magical going on. Actually, magical—for-real, actual magic, it has to do with why our hair changes color when we kiss Brian, with the way we’re all… connected, now. Emily felt a little static charge when she touched that charm Brian has, and I know it felt like it stung me. You said you thought a pin jabbed you—the more I think about it, the more I’m sure that’s when these feelings started, for each of us.”

“What.” Kelly’s face went slack with disbelief, then her brows furrowed in contemplation, visibly remembering everything that had happened, and then anger and confusion fought for control of her expression.

Stephanie almost felt her heart begin to break.

“Th-the characters carved into the charm, they’re the Japanese kanji for ‘inner,’ and ‘palace,’ and together they mean ‘harem,’” Stephanie quickly continued in a whisper. “It’s, um, I know it sounds crazy but it’s real, it’s a real harem charm, and it’s affecting us, more and more. I know it sounds awful, and Emily thinks it’s, it’s brainwashing us? Maybe? But—”

“You can’t be serious, Steph,” Kelly retorted. “This—”

“Let me finish!” Stephanie clamped her hands over Kelly’s mouth, casting a fearful look over her shoulder at Brian and Emily. “Please please please just, just let me finish. Please? There’s more than just the colors, there’s this—when that feeling comes over me, I feel it like fire, like I was dark and empty before, but now there’s a pink fire inside of me making everything better. To Emily, it’s like water, like she’s this mixed-up blue ocean that runs really deep, an-and she has trouble bringing things up to the surface. When I felt you—the things I feel from you, I mean, it’s this… vast distance. It’s like, it’s these little red pinpricks of light all alone in the darkness, and it’s beautiful but so far away, so lonely—”

“A starfield of red stars,” Kelly whispered looked at Stephanie with astonishment. “Just earlier with Brian, I kept having all of this, uhhh, this meteor impact sorta metaphor stuff going on in the back of my head. It was kinky but also kinda… super personal feeling?”

“Yes! Yes!” Stephanie beamed a smile of relief. “You feel it too. There’s—”

“But, what the fuck is going on?” Kelly shifted Stephanie aside to get a look past her at Brian. “He’s doing this to us?”

“I-I don’t think he knows,” Stephanie flustered out. “Emily doesn’t think we should tell him. I don’t know what to do. She thinks that, um, that if this is coming from the charm it’ll… invalidate what we’re feeling? To him? That it won’t count as real, to him, that he’ll hate it?”

“Is what we’re feeling real?” Kelly narrowed her eyes in suspicion. “If—”

“Kelly, please?” Stephanie felt her eyes already watering. “Please listen to me, please? I, I don’t know if it’s real, but, I don’t even care. I can’t go back to the way things were. I’m happy like this, f-feeling love for you, for him, feeling this, um. Connection. To people, finally. I don’t want it to ever go away! An-and I’ll do anything I can to make you feel happy, if you’re not okay with this right now, if you can give me the chance—”

“Steph, ssshh,” Kelly grabbed her and pulled her into an intimate embrace. “God. I didn’t say count me out yet, or anything. I was just thinking out loud. Calm down, Stephanie. S’gonna be alright.”

“I love you, Kelly,” Stephanie quietly sobbed. “I love you, and I don’t want that to ever go away. Any of this. If this isn’t real, then I don’t know what I had before was, because it was so much less than this, it was… it was, I was nothing, and I can’t go back to that after having this, I’ll—I’ll”

“I love you too, Steph,” Kelly admitted in an exasperated whisper. “Jesus, just listen to what you’ve got me saying, now. Quit being a baby, Stephanie—you’re gonna get me worked up and crying. Everything’s going to be fine, just chill out and calm your tits. I get that the colors are crazy and what I’m feeling is… definitely different, but what the fuck makes you connect all the dots and actually decide this is all actually magic?”

“Um,” Stephanie sniffled, wiping tears away with the back of her hand. “Can I show you?”

“Show me how?” Kelly quirked an eyebrow.

“Kinda… like this?” Stephanie took a deep breath and leaned forward, lightly bumping her forehead against Kelly’s.

Brilliant pink fire peeked over the edge of an enormous rocky basin, sending loose bits of doubt and fragments of confusion tumbling down a pocked incline to a fiery red meteor at the very bottom. Kelly? Recognition and something like instinctive, elemental attraction had the entire cratered concavity igniting into a blaze almost immediately, and pink raced in to meet red—in an instant, they began to intertwine in a gleeful sensation of pure bliss.

The girls were very different flames—one was a deep red metal-burning fire, desperate for heavier fuel to oxidize, while the other was a gleefully spreading pink warmth that burned from the air and atmosphere, weaker in temperature but quickly spreading in every direction. There was a brief, unsure moment in the flicker of red, as if unwilling to share it’s tiny source of combustive reaction—then, the pink conflagration enveloped and overwhelmed everything in sight.

Oh? Ohhh! Stephanie felt rather than heard Kelly react, tensing and then relaxing as the girl realized her color hadn’t been snuffed out.

Instead, the red was spreading, a gorgeous bright hue of red appearing within the sprawling pink inferno. The temperature spiked out of control at their combination and that deep crater Kelly had created erupted, light and energy flashing out dangerously and transforming flames into vibrant colors of pure plasma. Together, there was nothing they couldn’t consume, nothing that wasn’t either bursting into explosion or turning molten from the insane heat. They were—

“Cumming, cumming oh my God Brian don’t stoppp I’m cumminnnggg—” Emily squealed out, snapping Stephanie out of her daze.

Slowly—carefully—Stephanie drew back and let her and Kelly’s tongues slide apart, finally breaking the incredibly deep kiss they’d apparently been sharing. A thick strand of saliva connected them as they wavered apart, gazing in stupefaction at each other lust-clouded eyes.

...Oh my God!

The girls both shivered in unison, naked breasts squashed up against one another. At some point without realizing, Stephanie had scooted forward up Kelly’s lap until they were pressed tightly against each other. The bodily contact wasn’t uncomfortable in the slightest—it was comforting and familiar... and also confusing in a baffling, impossible way. Even several seconds afterwards, Stephanie still found it difficult to discern where she stopped and Kelly began, like they’d melded together and became a single entity for that incredibly intimate but disorienting moment.

“Uhhh whhat thhe fuuckk?” Kelly slurred, blinking rapidly in attempt to clear her head. “You—you, how? How did you do that? What, what did you just do?!”

“I don’t know!” Stephanie squeaked out. “I’m, um, I’m still figuring it out. It worked on Emily—she thinks it’s some sort of magic. It must be, right?! It’s like, I have this sense of you, and if I just connect my feeling to yours, it’s… um, well, that all happens!”

“I think you just mindfucked me?” Kelly’s eyes were wide now. “That wasn’t all in my head, right? Not in just my head, I mean? You saw—um, imagined like, colored flame mixing together? You’re pink, I’m red? Together, we’re… um, really, really fucking hot?”

“Yes, yes!” Stephanie exclaimed, forgetting to control her volume for a moment before sheepishly lowering her voice. “Emily and I—we made, um, it was something like a steam explosion? When I first tried anything, it was with Chloe because she felt broken and wrong, but I couldn’t fix her and it, it hurt. But—”

“Whoa! Holy hell, Steph—you are soaked,” Kelly realized, looking down at the juncture between them. “Your juices are getting all over me.”

“I-I’m so sorry!” Stephanie exclaimed in surprise. She tried to edge back a bit on Kelly’s lap and was shocked by the slick fluid sensation coating Kelly’s legs as well as her own thighs. “Oh my God, I, um, I—”

“Don’t be, I’m just as fuckin’ wet,” Kelly breathed. “Come back closer. Steph—I don’t know what all the fuck is even going on, but... I’m with you. Okay? If you’re in this crazy fucking magic thing, I’m in it with you. If you wanna, um… explore this thing between us, I’m all for it. I don’t really wanna go back to the way things were before, either. Alright? Holy fuck.”

“Y-yeah?” Stephanie asked, still feeling incredibly embarrassed.

“Yeah,” Kelly decided firmly. “Now, uh, you wanna watch Brian and Emily go at it, orrr... do you wanna make out for a bit?”

“Um… yes?” Stephanie giggled. “Please?”

(finale pt 1)

/// 130th teaser post! Sorry for the hold up, I got burned out for a bit getting caught up in research for the RE:TT post, which is half-done but still needs work.

Took a day off yesterday to alpha read Iron's Taking the Class sections for him and damn is it good. Humbling, even.

In any case, we're creeping closer and closer to the Ch 8 finale, and then the Ch 9 main story (Sunday morning, in-story) will be on hold for a bit while I take us through side-story chapters that take place here (Late Saturday night, in-story.)