Virgin City (The Lesbia Chronicles)

by Loki Renard

  “Come here,” Ayla said, drawing Reed down onto the bed with her. “You look like you want to explore.”

  “I do,” Reed said, touching Ayla's hip tentatively. She found the witch's flesh to be warm, but soft. There was none of the hard resistance she'd felt when lying with Rog, every part of Ayla was pliable, yet strong.

  “You have not been with a woman before,” Ayla said. “Why not?”

  “I have wanted to be many times,” Reed admitted. “But I was never given the chance...” she slid her hands up Ayla's waist and cupped the full swell of her right breast. It was heavier than she had expected it to be, but also soft and warm, tipped with an erect nipple that grew harder when she played her thumb against it.

  “You may make love with me whenever the urge takes you,” Ayla said kindly, taking Reed's hand and guiding it down between her thighs. Reed felt the golden down against her fingertips, then something wetter and softer, something she slid her fingers across until she found the entrance of the witch's body.

  “Is that... does that hurt?” Reed paused, worried she might be too rough.

  “It feels good, especially when you stroke my lips,” Ayla said, putting her own hand down between Reed's thighs to demonstrate how it felt when her bare, wet pussy was stroked. Reed moaned and trembled against the witch's practiced hand, gasping when Ayla petted around the hood of her clit, avoiding direct contact, but stoking the fires of Reed's desire all the more until her pussy seeped with need. When Ayla slipped a finger inside her, Reed squealed and grasped at the witch's wrist.

  Ayla stilled immediately. “Does it hurt?”

  “No,” Reed gasped, still holding tight to Ayla's wrist. “It just... It.. oh my... oh...”

  It was doing all sorts of things to her, to feel the witch inside her, to have a finger pressing against the most tender parts of her body, touching where she had never been touched before.

  Ayla moved her thumb to pet Reed's clit softly whilst she slowly penetrated the virgin summoner, sliding her finger in and out so Reed could feel every ridge and knuckle. When Reed mewled with desire or complaint, she kissed her and adjusted the touch until Reed had forgotten all about her cares and concerns, until nothing existed besides her and her magical lover.

  The witch made love the same way she cast spells, with a mystical ease that changed the world from one thing to another. One finger became two and then Reed was grinding herself needfully against Ayla's hand, begging for more against the witch's mouth.

  The witch worked Reed towards a climax unlike any Reed had ever known. With skilful fingers sliding deeply into Reed's most sacred spots, Ayla coaxed Reed's body into paroxysms of pleasure, plateaus of unimaginable beauty which unrolled around Reed's senses and left her entirely vulnerable in Ayla's arms. A rush of emotion accompanied the tender touch, swelling from Reed's heart and bursting out through her mouth.

  “Oh my god,” Reed gasped through her orgasm. “Oh my god I love you. I love you. I love you.” The words poured out all on their own whilst she clung to Ayla's shoulders, bucking her hips against Ayla's hand as the witch played her pussy like a fiddle, strumming lips and cunt and clit in a rising crescendo until Reed could take it no more and all the stiffness and tension burst free in one beautiful moment more transcendent than any lief-induced high.

  For long seconds she floated in a space beyond all matter and thought, then slowly she returned to the land of the mundane to find herself wrapped up securely against Ayla's naked body, covered in a sheen of sweat from the exertion of releasing her energies in the form of pure pleasure.

  “Now you see how Rog became so attached to his lover so quickly,” Ayla murmured, running her fingers through Reed's curls. “When one shares certain intimacies, bonds are formed.”

  “Is sex always like that?” Reed curled up on her side and laid her head on Ayla's chest, the soft rise of Ayla's breast providing an excellent pillow.

  “It depends who you have it with,” Ayla said. “It would always be that way between you and I, although every coupling is unique.”

  Reed took a few slow breaths, then voiced the question that had been forming in her mind since Ayla's first kiss. “Why didn't you do this when we met? I would never have fought you so long or so hard...”

  “You were not ready, or willing, more importantly,” the witch smiled, dropping a kiss on her nose. “Besides, I had the time. I was certain you would come to your senses.”

  “You were?” Reed turned and lifted a brow at her lover. “Why?

  “Because,” Ayla said with her most enigmatic and witchly smile. “They always do.”

  The End.

  For now.

  The Lesbia Chronicles continue at http://sapphosbrats.com/lesbia/ .

  Please do visit to find out more and to read along as the new chronicles are created!

  Please also note that Over Witch's Knee is the first book in the Chronicles of Lesbia, and is likely worth reading if you enjoyed Virgin City.