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Now that they’d talked, Abi could see their gaze had softened. Senka looked at her now like she was something precious, a ghost of a smile gracing their lips even when they weren’t.
“If you like, you could roll it out like we did with the dough ... show me how it’s done,” they offered, an adorable glow emanating from them.
“That’s a wonderful idea,” Abi said, already turning back to the table.
Senka stepped up behind her, their arms sinking into hers like they’d been doing so for years. Once inside, they flexed their fingers into hers and together, they reached for the rolling pin.
“How thin are we going?” she asked.
“Pretty thin,” they said. “It seems like the sauce is going to be pretty light, it’ll help if we can get the noodles delicate.”
They rolled them out together, Senka’s rocking synced with hers. They settled their head on Abi’s shoulder, their chin sinking in just a bit. Senka’s front pressed into her back, a warm, heavy, drugging sensation that thrilled her. It wasn’t long until her pulse was elevated and she felt warm at their closeness.
“Abi,” they whispered, drawing out her name in a tease. “I’ll ask you again, do I make you nervous?”
Abi shook her head, her cheek impacting the top of their head. “No, not nervous.”
“Not nervous ... interesting.” Their lips brushed against the shell of Abi’s ear as they spoke, sending shivers through her. “Do I excite you then, is that what this means? Does your blood race when I touch you? Are these wee gasping breaths for me?”
Abi whimpered and immediately wanted to crawl into a hole. What was it about Senka that made her lose control over her vocalizations? She’d never been so noisy or out of control before. She’d never, ever responded to someone as strongly before either. Abi’s nod was followed by a pleased purr from Senka. Their tendrils shifted, caressing her skin in a way that made her feel like Senka waslickingher entire form, except in her most private parts.
“Exquisite,” they said, licking and suckling Abi’s earlobe. “I love this, how you respond to me. Just beautiful.”
Through it all, they’d kept rolling the dough, Senka leading them, as Abi’s mind scattered. Senka loved how she responded,but in truth she’d been worried that she’d struggle again. Her arousal was spotty at times, and with past partners, she’d struggled to relax enough to enjoy herself. Almost every time in the past, she’d needed to focus to use her lunula, to override her brain and force her own body into compliance in order to have any hope of enjoying the experience. At some point, she’d need to share that fact with Senka, to warn them that it might be the case again in the future. In that moment, though, she was more concerned with experiencing this new thrilling experience while she could.
“Senka, please, can we—” she broke off, embarrassed at how forward she was being, but she was so nervous that this might be a singular experience, and didn’t want to miss her opportunity.
“I want—Dear Lady, this is embarrassing ... sometimes I struggle with experiencing this—the arousal bit, and so I know this is all quite sudden, but I’ve neveractuallyexperienced being with a partner when I was so, erm—interested before. Do you think we could leave supper for a little while and perhaps spend time exploring each other instead? Sexually, I mean, in case I wasn’t clear, and if you’d want that ...” Abi rushed out, her face hot with embarrassment.
“Oh, my sweet little bird, I’m honored,” they said, nuzzling their nose into her neck. “Perhaps you might be putting too much pressure on yourself? Perhaps if you focus on the pasta?” Senka growled against her neck. “It might take your mind off of the pressure, and I’d love to make you come if you’d like.”
“Please,” Abi whined, grateful that though they’d placed her in charge of the pasta, their hands in hers hadn’t actually stopped their work, now leading her to fold the thin sheet of dough. “I want to make you come, too, if I can, if you think you’d like—”
Abi cut off as the wisps shifted again, creeping up to surround her breasts, massaging and cradling them, even as other bits sunk into her flesh.
“Sssh, of course I want you to, but if this is a first for you, and it might be rare, let’s savor this delicious arousal, hmmm? There’s always other times, and if this is special for you, let’s make it special, darling.”
Dark trails of smoke bled through her dress to toy with her nipples, alternating between soft teasing brushes and focused squeezes and pulls. The sections that seeped into her seemed to exactly locate her nerve pathways, skimming along them, stroking her in places she’d never been touched before.
Another strong tentacle of shadow wrapped around her middle, pulling her so that she meshed deeper into Senka. Tendrils invaded her mouth, caressing her tongue in something like a kiss. It was all somuchand Senka’s tendrils were studiously avoiding her sex altogether. Pasta fully folded, Senka guided her hands to lay flat against the table.
“That can wait a moment, I’m not having you try to wield a knife while I make you shatter, no matter how accomplished at it you are. Keep your hands here darling, I’d like to taste this delicious cunt now, if you’ll let me. If you’d like that?” they asked, their voice pleading.
A wave of intense pride made Abi smile around Senka’s tendrils. They slipped out of her mouth to let her speak. “Dear Lady, yes, please. But what about you?”
“Oh darling,” they purred. “My form isextremelymalleable. If you want, I can taste and fuck your greedy pussy and still come down your throat. Or, I can fill your cunt to bursting, and kiss you with those tentacles in your mouth. It all feels good, you could touch me anywhere and I could get off on it.”
“Holy fuck,” Abi gasped. Their words curling inside her like their tendrils did, demanding her pleasure, coaxing it from her in ways she’d never gotten close to experiencing before.
“Come in my mouth, if you get to taste me, I want to taste you,” she moaned.
Senka groaned against her, and their tendrilsfinallycaressed her core, spreading out to knead the lips of her sex as others slipped through them.
“Oh, sweet girl,” they crooned to her. “You are dripping. Have I made you wait too long? Are you going to come as soon as I touch your swollen clit?”
Abi laughed, their touches undoing what little sanity she had remaining. “It’s possible, I just want you so bad,” she whined.
Senka’s tendrils sunk deeper inside Abi’s body as their now thicker extension played with her mouth, teasing her lips before finally plunging inside. Abi sucked, it was more solid now, Senka rewarding her with a whimper as she did so. Triumph spread through her. Perhaps she shouldn’t be so embarrassed at her own sounds, if that’s how Senka’s responded to her.