by Harper Bliss
Carmodie moaned in disappointment when the nun reached her bloomers and she lost the delicious feeling of skin against hers.
“Patience, Princess.” Aulos’ voice held a wicked edge. “It’s a virtue.”
“There’s no virtue in what you’re doing.”
The nun’s laugh was startled but genuine.
Carmodie felt a pang of relief, followed quickly by disappointment that she wasn’t going to be punished again.
With a quick tug, Aulos pulled down Carmodie’s voluminous drawers. The room’s slightly chilled air washed over the hot and moist flesh of her sex. Instead of soothing, it only enflamed her passions further.
“Sister...” This time she entreated instead of ordering.
Cool air warmed, replaced by hot breath that caressed her. Unable to stop herself, Carmodie cried out. Moisture trickled down her slit in time to be captured by the tip of Aulos’ tongue.
Her hips gave a convulsive jerk and the nun shifted, not letting up on the gentle pressure she exerted on the inside of Carmodie’s vulva. The nun wrapped her arms around Carmodie’s legs and anchored her in place, a fact the princess was only dimly aware of. Her hips continued to twitch with every pass of Aulos’ tongue. With desperate hands, she grabbed the sides of the chair’s seat, holding on for dear life. She had the sense that she was building toward something glorious. Pressure increased in her abdomen and overflowed between her thighs. Liquid literally dripped from her and the nun’s eager tongue lapped it up as quickly as it was produced.
When the movement of the tongue between her legs ceased, Carmodie slowly realized she had her eyes clenched shut and her head was thrown back. She whipped her head around and opened her eyes just in time to meet Sister Aulos’ wicked gaze. The nun grinned up at her, the tip of her tongue visible between her teeth and lower lip. Satisfied that she had the princess’ full attention, Aulos smiled wider. Her eyes danced and she leaned forward, not breaking their locked gazes.
In one swift movement, the nun’s tongue stopped teasing and entered her, probing Carmodie’s most intimate place. It withdrew and entered her again. Then again. And again.
The pleasure that had been building to such a fever pitch crested and thundered through her. Light crawled behind her eyelids and her hips heaved against the nun’s mouth. The scream that issued from Carmodie’s lips overflowed with passion and utter abandon. If she hadn’t felt it as it was torn from her, Carmodie would never have believed that the voice was hers.
She rode wave after wave of pleasure before coming back to herself in pieces. Harsh panting filled her ears and she tried to slow her breathing. The tightening of the hands around her legs demanded her attention. Carmodie looked down at Aulos again. Her thighs were clamped around the nun’s head, holding her immobile.
“I’m so sorry, Sister!” Hurriedly, Carmodie spread her legs.
“In the future, Princess, when I tap on your thighs, I expect them to open.” The nun’s expression was grave as she straightened. Moisture glistened on the lower half of her face. Carmodie watched, fascinated, as the nun licked her lips. “Is that clear, Princess?” Aulos punctuated the question with a stinging slap to her thigh.
“Y-yes, Sister Aulos.”
“Good.” The nun soothed the slightly tingling flesh of Carmodie’s thigh with soft caresses. “I’ll let it slide this time, but do not test me again.”
“No, Sister.”
The nun smiled and Carmodie couldn’t help but smile back. “You show excellent aptitude, Highness.”
“Thank you.” Carmodie paused before continuing. “I hope there will be more lessons.”
“This is the first of many lessons, you may be assured of that. By the time you’ve completed my tutelage, you will be proficient—nay expert—in numerous areas.”
Carmodie smiled. “I can’t wait.”
“I know, Princess. And you’ll test me.” She raised a finger when Carmodie opened her mouth to protest. “You will. It’s in your nature. Never fear, when you test me, I will punish you accordingly.”
Carmodie shivered, the space between her thighs already growing wet in anticipation. Sister Aulos noticed the shudder and smirked knowingly. Her hooded eyes promised great pain and even greater pleasure and Carmodie felt the smile on her face widening to match the nun’s.
“Now, Princess,” Sister Aulos said. “It’s time for your first exam. I hope you were paying close attention.”
“Sister?” Carmodie licked her lips. She wasn’t sure if she was nervous or excited. From the way butterflies swirled madly in her stomach and lower, it was more than a bit of both.
“As delectable as you are, my dear, surely you didn’t think you would be the only one brought to satisfaction?”
“Yes, Sister.” When Aulos’ face darkened, Carmodie waited a moment before amending her statement. “I mean, no, Sister.”
“Very well.” From the small smile that played around the nun’s lips, she hadn’t missed Carmodie’s pause.
Was she really trying for another spanking? Her belly clenched at the thought.
The nun watched Carmodie, waiting, daring her to dally again. She decided not to push it too far, though a dark place deep within her urged her to nudge the nun just a little further. The floor was cold against her knees. Carmodie warmed at the approval in the nun’s eyes. Relief and disappointment flooded through her.
Never breaking eye contact, Sister Aulos settled herself in the chair. She stared at Carmodie but said nothing. With a start, Carmodie realized the nun was waiting for her to begin.
She tentatively reached out a hand toward the stiff skirts of Aulos’ habit. The clearing of the nun’s throat pulled her attention upward.
“You will request permission before you touch me, Princess.”
“But you didn’t have to.”
A sudden vise gripped her wrist and Carmodie gasped. She hadn’t even seen the nun move, but Sister Aulos’ hand clamped down on her. She could feel the nun’s breath on the side of her cheek when Aulos leaned forward to speak.
“Do not forget who is the teacher, and who is the pupil.”
“Yes, Sister Aulos.” Carmodie squeaked when Aulos released her as quickly as she’d been grabbed.
“Good. Now go on.”
“May I touch you, Sister Aulos?” Her voice wavered slightly and Carmodie cleared her throat.
“Why do you wish to touch me, my dear Princess?”
“To bring you pleasure, Sister Aulos.”
“And how do you plan to do that, Carmodie?”
“Cunnilingus.” Carmodie barely stumbled over the still unfamiliar word. Pride warmed her at the nun’s approving smile.
“Very well. You may touch me.”
Slowly, Carmodie reached forward again. When there was no sign of displeasure from Aulos, Carmodie trailed her fingers down the scratchy black fabric. She could hardly feel the nun’s legs beneath the stiff material. Carmodie wondered how many layers of skirts there were.
Her fingers trembled slightly in anticipation while her center was awash with heat. Would Sister Aulos feel as hot as she did?
The top layer of skirts proved to be little more than an apron, and she moved it aside easily enough. The skirts below were heavier. She was quickly flustered by the voluminous underskirts and she blushed, suddenly embarrassed by how awkward she must seem.
“Take your time, Princess.”
The murmured instruction did little to make Carmodie feel better, but she was learning better than to disobey orders. With a deep breath and deliberate pace, Carmodie attacked her task.
The dark skirts were finally out of the way and Carmodie gaped at the nun’s bare legs. They were pale, almost luminous and with no flaws that she could see. As she stared, Aulos shifted and spread her thighs. To Carmodie’s shock, the nun wore no underclothes, not even the smallest of bloomers. She couldn’t see all the way up, and Carmodie’s curiosity and powerful arousal drove her on.
She placed her hand on one of Aulos’ kn
ees and smiled at the quiet moan she drew from the nun’s throat. Knowing she had the power to elicit such a reaction from the obviously more experienced nun gave Carmodie a boost of confidence. She slid both her hands slowly upward.
The nun’s skin rivaled even the smoothest silk. The warmth of her skin pulled Carmodie on, desperate to feel even more of Aulos beneath her fingers. The nun’s skirts crept ever higher, exposing more of her legs to the somewhat chill air.
Finally, the skirts no longer obscured Carmodie’s view of her target. Even from where she knelt on the cold stone floor, Carmodie could see that Aulos was wet. She was aware of answering wetness between her own thighs. It was more than dampness, she was drenched with excitement, and Aulos clearly wasn’t very far behind.
The delicious-looking folds of coral skin at the apex of the nun’s thighs begged for her touch. Carmodie lightly traced the outside of Sister Aulos’ lips. Her fingertips tangled gently through springy hair which she moved out of the way for an even better look.
The nun’s vulva was more complex than she had imagined. The outer folds masked a delicate inner structure of even more folds topped by a small nub. If she wasn’t mistaken, that was one of the places that had given her so much pleasure. She brushed lightly against the folds with a gentle fingertip. Aulos’ entire body twitched in convulsive reaction. Carmodie felt her own center echo the nun’s response.
If the mere touch of her finger was that successful, surely her tongue would please the nun even further. Carmodie leaned forward, inhaling deeply as she moved. The scent of Aulos’ excited sex washed over her, pulling a moan from deep within her own throat. The nun smelled musky and ripe with promise; Carmodie’s mouth watered in anticipation.
Unable to wait any longer, Carmodie buried her face in the damp heat between the nun’s thighs. With her questing tongue, she parted the folds around Aulos’ entrance.
Fingers entwined in her hair, holding her in place. Emboldened by the mute encouragement, Carmodie thrust her tongue into the nun. She was rewarded by a sharp intake of breath and the tightening of the fingers in her hair. The tugs on her hair sent sensation coursing from the roots to her center and she moaned into the nun’s heat.
“My God, Princess.” Aulos could barely choke out the words; her voice was thick with desire.
Carmodie thrust into the nun again. Aulos shifted her hips to meet her, using the grip she had on Carmodie’s head to keep the princess in place.
Her hips rose and fell faster now as Carmodie redoubled her efforts. She slid the tip of her tongue from Aulos’ opening and up the slick strip of skin until she reached the tantalizing nub of flesh at the top of the nun’s folds. This was what had felt so good when Aulos had her lips on her. Carmodie’s sex throbbed in response when she reached Aulos’ nub.
The nun’s hoarse cry was all the encouragement she needed. Carmodie licked the length of her folds again, ending with the little bundle at the top and was rewarded with another cry and the convulsive twitch of the nun’s entire lower half.
Harsh panting filled the air and wetness smeared the lower half of Carmodie’s face. The nun seemed to be past all coherent thought. She thrust her hips in time with the swipe of Carmodie’s tongue. There was no sense to the words that spilled from her lips. Aulos babbled an irreverent stream of nonsense that Carmodie would have been shocked to hear had she not been crouched with her head buried between the nun’s legs.
She panted out her own excitement. The closer Aulos got to that pinnacle of pleasure to which she’d so recently introduced the princess, the more excited Carmodie became in her own right.
She moved her hand from where she gripped the nun’s thigh. Aulos didn’t seem to notice the change, but she did notice when Carmodie stopped licking. Her hands gripped Carmodie’s hair. The pressure was just the right side of painful. Carmodie moaned and closed her eyes.
“What are you doing, Princess?” Aulos glared down at her, chest heaving.
“I want to feel you,” Carmodie said. She took one finger and slowly pressed it inside the nun.
Aulos gasped and swayed like a tree in a high wind. “Clever girl.”
Carmodie grinned, pleased by the strength of Aulos’ reaction. What she felt around her finger made her bite her lip. The nun’s damp walls pulled her deeper and she slid all the way in, until she could go no further.
“Another one.” Aulos’ voice shook.
Carmodie pushed in with another finger. Aulos shifted forward to meet her thrust. Her eyes were closed and her head was thrown back. She seemed blind and deaf to everything except what Carmodie was doing to her. If a troop of palace guards had wandered in and started performing parade ground maneuvers, Aulos would likely never have known. A thrill shot through Carmodie at the realization that she was the one providing so much pleasure to the nun.
Aulos rode her fingers. One hand still tangled in Carmodie’s hair, the other gripped her shoulder. The nun’s eyes were squeezed shut and she breathed heavily through gritted teeth. Aulos seemed to be chasing something just out of reach. Those damp walls rippled around Carmodie’s pumping digits, slowly at first, then faster.
Suddenly, the nun stiffened, her back arching as she impaled herself fully on Carmodie’s fingers. Her mouth opened in a silent shout and her grip tightened for long moments. Finally, Aulos relaxed, and let her hand drop to Carmodie’s other shoulder.
Delighted, Carmodie watched an expression of peace settle over the nun’s face. She had done all that with only her tongue and two fingers.
“Well done, Princess.” Aulos smiled tiredly down at her. “You have passed your first exam with the highest marks.”
“Thank you, Sister Aulos.” Carmodie pulled her fingers slowly from the nun’s opening. “I have enjoyed my lesson.” Juices coated her fingers and she stuck them in her mouth to clean them, savoring the sweet deliciousness.
“I thought you might,” Aulos said fondly. She stretched expansively before drawing one finger down the side of Carmodie’s cheek. “And if you enjoyed that, the lessons to come will be even more to your liking.”
About the Editor
Harper Bliss is the author of the Pink Bean series, the High Rise series, the French Kissing serial and many other lesbian romance titles. She is the co-founder of Ladylit Publishing and the My LesFic weekly newsletter.
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About The Contributors
EDEN DARRY lives in London with her partner and their small, earless rescue cat. She runs her own business, and when she’s not working or writing, can usually be found rowing up and down the Thames.
LUCY FELTHOUSE is the award-winning author of erotic romance novels Stately Pleasures (named in the top 5 of Cliterati.co.uk’s 100 Modern Erotic Classics That You’ve Never Heard Of, and an Amazon bestseller) and Eyes Wide Open (an Amazon bestseller). Including novels, short stories and novellas, she has over 140 publications to her name. She owns Erotica For All, is book editor for Cliterati, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more about her writing at http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk, or on Twitter and Facebook.
S.E. HILL lives in Florida. Krista, the pretty girl that inspires every dirty word she writes, lives in Tennessee. Yet, the distance doesn't seem to stop either from living out their fantasies with one another. Krista pops up as a character in most of S.E. Hill's stories. S.E. Hill would also like to give special thanks to T. Henry, whose exceptionally dirty mind planted the seed for this particular story.
ELNA HOLST is a translingual, crossgeneric storyteller, born outside Malmö, Sweden. Most of her adult life has been spent going back and forth between this country and Scotland, where she worked, wrote and studied through her 20’s. Since 2009, she is back in the old country, supporting herself through the many and varied pursuits of her pen and keyboard.
LAUREN JADE grew up on a farm in rural Tennessee, but moved to the ci
ty seeking romance, adventure, and an education. She is a freelance writer who lives near Nashville with her partner and their two-legged and four-legged sons. She holds a Bachelor of Music, and teaches and performs throughout the greater Nashville area. Lauren is a marathon runner, wine lover, nature enthusiast, and coffee addict. Her first short story, Kissing Whiskey, was published as part of Appetites, Tales of Lesbian Lust.
J. BELLE LAMB holds an M.F.A. in poetry. She’s taught writing at the university and high school levels. Currently she lives on an island in the Pacific Northwest, where she wishes she’d run into more hot butches. She’s active in her local kink scene.
SAMANTHA LUCE lives in the Mosquito state a.k.a. Florida. She works in law enforcement. In her spare time, she writes fan fiction, reads whatever she can get her hands on, and is currently at work on a lesbian thriller featuring a kick-ass FDLE agent and a sexy deputy sheriff. She has one other short story published in Don't Be Shy, edited by Astrid Ohletz and Jae.
LISE MACTAGUE is the author of Depths of Blue and Heights of Green, and is a hockey player, and librarian. Her parents had their priorities straight and introduced her to sci-fi at the age of three through reruns of Star Trek, and she's been living in the speculative fiction universe ever since. Lise lives in Milwaukee with her girlfriend and their four cats.
ROBYN NYX is an avid shutter-bug and lover of all things fast and physical. Her writing often reflects both of those passions. She writes lesbian fiction for Bold Strokes Books when she isn't busy being the Chief Executive of a UK charity. She lives with her soul mate and fellow filth peddler — they have no cats or children, which allows them to travel to exotic places at the drop of a hat for ‘research.’ She tries hard to write daily, but can sometimes be distracted by blue skies and motorbike rides.
JANELLE RESTON (janellereston.tumblr.com) lives in the Upper Midwest with her partner and three cats. She has also published lesbian femdom fiction in To Obey Her.