Crawling forward in a slow methodical motion, Lilith kissed her way up Sif’s belly, up between her breasts, and spent a moment kissing her neck until finally she came face-to-face with Sif. Kissing her with a gentle passion, Sif then brought her arms around her. When the kiss was broken, Lilith looked deep into Sif’s eyes, as if she was looking for something. What she found were the beginnings of tears in Sif’s eyes.
Trying to hide the tears that were coming, Sif turned to her side, forcing Lilith to fall behind her. The sounds of weeping began to fill the air as Sif curled into a fetal position and wrapped her arms around herself. Weeping became a flood as she began to cry uncontrollably. Laying down beside her, Lilith reached over the crying woman and pulled her into the shelter of her embrace, their arms entwined as one woman comforted the other. Lilith brought her head to rest in the nook between Sif’s head and neck as their bodies seemed to meld into one. Soft foreign words began to gently fall upon Sif’s ears. From time to time a ‘shhh’ would be added, with a gentle kiss on the shoulder or cheek.
Spent emotionally and physically, Sif was broken. The walls that had held back all the pain of years of loneliness and heartache had been released in the arms of another, in an act that no longer seemed unnatural to her.
Her sobs eventually quieted to sniffles as the copper-haired woman caressed her chin. When her face was tenderly turned to face her, Sif was greeted with a warm, loving smile—a smile that gave her the strength to turn onto her back, raise her hand to Lilith’s cheek, and with a sincerity born from freedom of heavy burden, whisper, “Thank you.”
The ‘thank you’ naturally progressed into a kiss, one that had no passion in it, just a solidification of love. The kiss parted, and Sif once again looked into Lilith’s deep blue eyes. Holding her gaze, Lilith again whispered a strange litany of words that, while pleasant to her ears, felt like it was giving her a gentle touch. The crackling of the fire, and the slow, almost inaudible breathing of both women, filled the air, until Lilith leaned in once again for a kiss. In response, Sif gave in, longing for the feel of her lover’s lips against her once again. The small moan of pleasure from Lilith’s body brought a smile to her lips. Opening her eyes, an intense blue radiance, some trick of the fire light she thought, seemed to dance, almost smolder deep within her eyes. Another kiss was sought as Lilith pressed again upon her. This time the gentleness was replaced with a hardening passion as her tongue tried to breech Sif’s mouth. Not sure if she could give herself freely or without hesitation, Sif showed some protest as Lilith began to move her body over her prone form and straddled her.
With Lilith sitting upon her, Sif could feel the heated wetness of her sex press against her stomach, then lift as her hands were grasped and lifted over her head to the floor. Resisting, she found the grip holding her too strong to wrestle out from. Her protest became larger as her whole body began to squirm beneath the naked flesh sitting upon her. Then, as quickly as it all seemed to begin, the resistance ended. Lilith sat up, loosening the grip she had upon her arms, a look of dismay flowing across her face at the obvious rejection.
In perfect common tongue, with her eyes still seeming to glow in the fire light, Lilith spoke with a needing plea, “Love me.”
Any resistance she had melted away. Lifting a hand from the ground, Sif touched Lilith’s cheek. Lilith in turn tilted her head, closed her eyes and took pleasure from the touch. Slowly that caress turned into the downward pull so lips could kiss again. Kissing, both woman began to let their hands roam freely, tenderly touching one another. It was Sif who brought a hunger to the kiss. Her mouth began to open greedily as her tongue sought the company of her lover. Her desire was soon rewarded, as the playful dance of open mouths and twirling tongues began. Moans fed the passionate play within their mouths when Lilith once again brought her hands up Sif’s body, over her breasts and arms, to once again grasp her wrists.
This time Sif took no displeasure in the position her lover had her.
As Sif’s hands roamed over Lilith’s body, her flesh warmed to her touch and her tongue likewise began to warm the insides of her mouth. It was not unpleasant, and added to the bliss she was feeling. Passion built with increasing harshness on Lilith’s part, as her kiss was beginning to become more invasive. Sif’s moans of pleasure turned to groans of discomfort. Unsure if this was just a hunger within her lover building, her displeasure was signaled with a louder groan. If it had been received, it was ignored, as Lilith’s tongue licked the top of the roof of her mouth, nearly gagging her as it became an all-consuming object within her mouth.
Attempting to break free of her grip, her body twisted and turned, while her arms were pinned to the ground. Confusion coursed through her mind as it began to feel as if Lilith’s tongue was worming its way to the back of her throat. Opening her eyes, she beheld Lilith’s own. The blue within them began to change, deepen and ignite in heatless flames. A scream bellowed from her lungs, the sound choked off as Lilith’s tongue took advantage of her expanding throat and slid deeper. Her squirming became restrained thrashing as the elongating heated, moist flesh gave little opportunity for her to breath. Her reflex to gag and choke only provided a tightening obstacle to be passed.
Breaking what was once a kiss, Lilith sat up. In abject horror, Sif watched as she moved away and a long tendril, glistening with sickly red and green ooze and streaked in black veins, connected the two in a mockery of marriage.
The pressure upon her arms lessened as Lilith rose, and were brought up within her grasp. Still she struggled, her arms no less free than before. The vile effluent that coated her tongue eased its way down and began to cover her mouth and nose as it drooled over her chin.
Pain and terror replaced horror as Sif watched Lilith arch her back, then spasm forward. A thick, wet heaving sound followed as her cheeks filled, then pushed whatever she was regurgitating into the sickly connection they shared. Outside Lilith’s mouth, the tendril began to swell, then undulate as a large bulbous mass formed within. Again, Lilith arched her back and heaved, causing the rounded object to creep forward toward Sif’s open mouth.
No longer moving, and frozen with fear, she watched helplessly as Lilith’s tongue expanded as the mass moved, inching its way closer and closer. When it reached the outside of her mouth, its travel was halted as its passage taken was too narrow.
Some force behind it pushed, causing her jaw to open wider. Her mouth extended to its stretched limit, tore along it’s sides with a sickening rip. Sif’s eyes cried with pure pain and agony as bright red blood sprayed out into the air, then flowed freely from the wounds, falling to the floor and mixing with the sewage-like ooze that pooled around her head. The object, now filling her mouth, no longer allowed any inhalation. When it stopped again, it was pressing against the back of her throat.
A third gurgling heave from Lilith’s body formed another mass that slowly began to slither its way down toward her mouth. Unaware of the coming horrific gift, tears obscuring her sight, Sif began to suffocate. Instinctively she tried to clamp her teeth down in hopes of severing the connection, to no avail.
The mass began another push within the tuberous funnel that snaked down into her body. Unlike her mouth, which was ruined, the flesh of her bottom cheeks hanging loosely, her jaw would not easily surrender. Deeper it pushed against the small opening, forcing her mouth to open wider, and wider, until a sickening snap filled the air. Sif’s eyes bulged in agony as her jaw broke and was pressed down into its cradle of flesh. The pressure relieved the mass of corruption invading her throat, expanding it obscenely as it snaked into her gut, exploding with devastation as a fire erupted within her.
Fighting the losing battle of pain, agony and terror embracing her, Sif’s eyes expressed what words could not—why—as relief was granted, the lack of oxygen driving her to unconsciousness, a small comfort as her dimming vision watched as another mass entered her ruined mouth.
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