ElyriasEcstasy by Amber Jayne and Eric Del Carlo Page A

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that, it was almost a hallucinatory sensation, a crazed carnal sensory
experience, an excitement innately different from what the body of a male could
arouse in her. Lavinia felt vast and soft, and her flattening mass was welcome,
a sweet smothering of womanly sexuality.
    Their mouths found each other again and the kiss was feral
and savaging. Arvra closed her hands over the meaty globes of Lavinia’s ass,
squeezing, fingers digging. Her fingertips discovered the delectable valley
between, found the dripping wetness, grazed the brim of her sweet pucker.
    Lavinia writhed on top of her at the contact. Teeth clenched
and spittle sprayed. In an animalistic growl she managed to say, “Yeah, fuck!
Finger my ass. Do that, do—”
    The fragrant reek of her pussy filled Arvra’s nostrils as
she reached around to seriously delve a fingertip into the woman’s eager
netherhole. Lavinia’s crotch was grinding crazily on Arvra’s pelvic bone, more
pronounced through her tauter flesh. She worked her finger into the female’s
ass, fitting it inside. She sank it in up to one knuckle, then to the next.
There she wriggled the digit about, feeling the clutching ring.
    Lavinia, humid and heavy and beautiful atop Arvra, spasmed
through a sudden orgasm. Her writhings nearly spilled her off the cot. A moment
later, dazed and glazed eyes were slowly blinking above Arvra.
    “So good…” Lavinia murmured. Her gaze abruptly focused. “You
like it too?”
    “I…”
    Lavinia levered herself up. Sweat shined on her full
breasts. She was wearing that predator’s grin again. “Roll over,” she panted.
    Why not? She rolled over onto her stomach, excitement still
moving in heated rivulets over her body. She craned back her head as Lavinia
moved in behind her, drawing apart her legs, fingers parting the halves of her
trim buttocks. Then the woman with the full, dark hair was lowering her avid
mouth.
    Arvra gasped as the tongue touched the ring of her ass.
Lavinia displayed no reluctance, no fear. Her tongue tip drilled into Arvra’s
hole. It was astonishing how deep she got. The eel-like sensation was unlike
anything Arvra could remember. Surely some lover must have rimmed her at some
time in her life, but she couldn’t recall it ever being this intense, this
earnest. Lavinia was practically reaming her with her tongue. Pleasure rose and
rose. Arvra’s pussy streamed in sympathy. The wet sounds of Lavinia’s ravenous
slurping filled the tight stone space. The rising elation abruptly surged in
Arvra, overrunning boundaries and hauling her along into an unexpected come of
her own, one that spilled from this unanticipated source, this dark pleasure
center.
    Her cry echoed. Lavinia’s mouth came away and a subtle chill
teased Arvra’s moistened hole. Once again, a bit limply this time, she looked
back over her shoulder. Lavinia’s grin was still in place. Her eyes were
precious stones reflecting an inferno.
    Haste took hold. They must do this now , Arvra thought
with burning clarity. They must see this thing all the way through, to its
molten ending.
    She hopped up, beckoned the larger woman to lie down on the
cot, on her back. Then, as if climbing atop some strange conveyance’s saddle,
Arvra mounted the woman’s body and reversed, dropping her already sopping pussy
toward the waiting mouth, while diving at the other female’s own glistening
folds.
    The taste of her womanhood was nectar. It bolted a furious
energy through Arvra. Her tongue raced along Lavinia’s cleft, parting her. Dark
curls tickled Arvra’s nose. Her tongue probed deeper, harder. She treated
Lavinia’s clitoris as she’d earlier treated her nipples, nipping, grazing,
stimulating, then drinking up the rewarding juices hungrily.
    Lavinia was eating her out with equal ferocity, and this was
no soft misapprehended imagining of female sex. This was the hard carnality of
human bodies, the needs of the flesh, the gorging and gobbling and greed of a
woman’s mouth.