get more of
Amelia’s breast into her mouth, grabbing and squeezing it roughly with her hand
as she sucked, and Amelia heard herself panting as she pressed her face into
her mistress’s hair, smelling the blossoms that lay buried within the rich dark
curls.
“When I saw you running today, I had to have you Little
Bird,” the Duchessa cried through heavy gasps. Amelia felt the girl pulling her
closer bodily, and she gladly acquiesced, climbing up and straddling her
mistress as she sat upon the seat. The Duchessa ran her fingers into Amelia’s hair, grasping the tightly
bound braids and pressed her lips forcefully against Amelia’s. Amelia was taken with an overpowering
hunger, a hunger which brought her the strength she needed to kiss back,
sliding her own tongue into the Duchessa’s mouth, probing and thrusting it
again and again. Yet still she gave in, allowing her mistress license to suck
and twirl her strong tongue against her servants, learning her place, to
provide and take pleasure in proper proportion.
Both of them were moaning now, lost in sensory delight,
oblivious to one another’s station. The Duchessa was struggling to unfasten her
green dress, peeling it from her body, desperate to be naked with Amelia.
Thrillingly, Amelia was helping, and her cries were wild and desperate as her
mistress’s nakedness was revealed. The girl’s sweet odor was as it was before in her bedchamber, just as
Amelia had remembered it, and Amelia now took the rounded breast into her mouth
for the first time, feeling the strange sensation as she suckled the soft
flesh, and the firmness of the nipple as it caressed her tongue. Waves of scent permeated her pores and opened
her body, preparing her for her mistress. She pushed Amelia back upon the red
velvet seat and Amelia felt her kissing her abdomen, her thighs, bathing her in
fiery caresses from her tongue and teeth, covering the landscape of her belly
with her hungry red lips.
Then shockingly the Duchessa was insinuating her head
between Amelia’s thighs, and Amelia felt the licking and sucking upon her
sex. She cried out frightened at
this sensation, at the feeling of being pleasurably devoured, and her mistress
was without mercy, stroking the folds of her vulva with her mouth, pausing only
for the tongue to slip deeply inside, to move and undulate wildly,
rhythmically. Amelia was without control, her body jerking and moving of its
own accord, and then she felt the orgasm coming from far off, lightening that
warmed her face. She cried out in fear, afraid to come like this, so exposed to
her mistress, and she struggled in vain to climb away, to retreat from the
animal tongue that writhed and danced against her clitoris. Yet it was too
late, and she cried her pleasure, moving in a lurid, beastly manner, joy, and
furious ecstasy such as she had never experienced.
Once this had occurred, the Duchessa lounged languidly
upon the carriage seat with Amelia, holding her face upon her breast in the dim
light. The rise and fall of the girl’s chest was enchanting Amelia in its own
right, so she was surprised to hear her mistress break the silence with words.
“Are you listening, Little Bird?”
“Yes my mistress.” Amelia was lost in this young woman’s arms. She needed more of her even now. More of her scent, more of her flesh,
she wanted to devour her the way that she herself had been devoured.
“I sent you to the stables for a reason my pet. You are not there like the others, do you
understand?” Amelia felt confused by this. She felt herself overcome by fear of not understanding, and she didn’t
know how to answer.
“I’m sorry Mistress. I live to serve you.” Even
as she spoke the words she knew that she meant them. She was in love.
“There is another there. You know her. Psalm. She is my
sister. She aims to take what is
mine Little Bird.” Amelia felt
herself shudder with the shock of this. Psalm? She
Amelia’s breast into her mouth, grabbing and squeezing it roughly with her hand
as she sucked, and Amelia heard herself panting as she pressed her face into
her mistress’s hair, smelling the blossoms that lay buried within the rich dark
curls.
“When I saw you running today, I had to have you Little
Bird,” the Duchessa cried through heavy gasps. Amelia felt the girl pulling her
closer bodily, and she gladly acquiesced, climbing up and straddling her
mistress as she sat upon the seat. The Duchessa ran her fingers into Amelia’s hair, grasping the tightly
bound braids and pressed her lips forcefully against Amelia’s. Amelia was taken with an overpowering
hunger, a hunger which brought her the strength she needed to kiss back,
sliding her own tongue into the Duchessa’s mouth, probing and thrusting it
again and again. Yet still she gave in, allowing her mistress license to suck
and twirl her strong tongue against her servants, learning her place, to
provide and take pleasure in proper proportion.
Both of them were moaning now, lost in sensory delight,
oblivious to one another’s station. The Duchessa was struggling to unfasten her
green dress, peeling it from her body, desperate to be naked with Amelia.
Thrillingly, Amelia was helping, and her cries were wild and desperate as her
mistress’s nakedness was revealed. The girl’s sweet odor was as it was before in her bedchamber, just as
Amelia had remembered it, and Amelia now took the rounded breast into her mouth
for the first time, feeling the strange sensation as she suckled the soft
flesh, and the firmness of the nipple as it caressed her tongue. Waves of scent permeated her pores and opened
her body, preparing her for her mistress. She pushed Amelia back upon the red
velvet seat and Amelia felt her kissing her abdomen, her thighs, bathing her in
fiery caresses from her tongue and teeth, covering the landscape of her belly
with her hungry red lips.
Then shockingly the Duchessa was insinuating her head
between Amelia’s thighs, and Amelia felt the licking and sucking upon her
sex. She cried out frightened at
this sensation, at the feeling of being pleasurably devoured, and her mistress
was without mercy, stroking the folds of her vulva with her mouth, pausing only
for the tongue to slip deeply inside, to move and undulate wildly,
rhythmically. Amelia was without control, her body jerking and moving of its
own accord, and then she felt the orgasm coming from far off, lightening that
warmed her face. She cried out in fear, afraid to come like this, so exposed to
her mistress, and she struggled in vain to climb away, to retreat from the
animal tongue that writhed and danced against her clitoris. Yet it was too
late, and she cried her pleasure, moving in a lurid, beastly manner, joy, and
furious ecstasy such as she had never experienced.
Once this had occurred, the Duchessa lounged languidly
upon the carriage seat with Amelia, holding her face upon her breast in the dim
light. The rise and fall of the girl’s chest was enchanting Amelia in its own
right, so she was surprised to hear her mistress break the silence with words.
“Are you listening, Little Bird?”
“Yes my mistress.” Amelia was lost in this young woman’s arms. She needed more of her even now. More of her scent, more of her flesh,
she wanted to devour her the way that she herself had been devoured.
“I sent you to the stables for a reason my pet. You are not there like the others, do you
understand?” Amelia felt confused by this. She felt herself overcome by fear of not understanding, and she didn’t
know how to answer.
“I’m sorry Mistress. I live to serve you.” Even
as she spoke the words she knew that she meant them. She was in love.
“There is another there. You know her. Psalm. She is my
sister. She aims to take what is
mine Little Bird.” Amelia felt
herself shudder with the shock of this. Psalm? She
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