Random Girlslash smut!
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tj_roweI've decided to post little bits of writing in my LJ as they happen. Then I can see how I improve.
Title: Punishment
Author: TamerTerra
Status: WiP
Warnings: Sex between two girls, ages 14 ans 16. Non-con.
Summary: Constance has been naughty, and so a prefect askes her to come to her room after hours...
The older girl held her long feather quill lovingly as I entered the room. "I'm sorry that I'm late," I said. Third years had much better rooms that first years, I noticed. Angelica's even had a comfy chair next to the window, in addition to the bed, wardrobe and desk that my own room contained.
"Close the door," she ordered, placing the quill onto her desk. I did so, before walking back to the centre of the room. "You are here for punishment," she stated. I nodded, looking up at her. "You are being punished for the sin of drawing obscene things in another girl's common book."
I nodded. I had meant to write that poem in my own common book, but Jenny had switched mine with hers in order to pry. I had gone against the grain of what was permissable, though - even though I had only been here for a week. It was better that I learn sooner than later.
"Take off your blouse," Angelica said, smiling a cold smile. I complied, wondering what she was going to have me do. As she breathed out, examining me, her lips moved into a warmer smile. "Now your undershirt."
I hesitated with my hands on the buttons. What kind of punishment would require...
"What's your name?" the older girl asked suddenly.
"C-constance," I stuttered. She rose from her chair and took the few steps between us before placing her hand on my shoulder. "Take off your undershirt," she whispered.
"Why..."
"Because I said so," she told me with a touch of annoyance. I fumbled at my buttons, and soon I was standing before her wearing only my skirt and footwear. Her eyes moved over me, but as I covered my chest with my arms she took hold of my wrists and forced them roughly to my sides.
She let her hands play over my shoulders as I stood there, trailing her fingers over my skin. When one hand moved down to touch my chest, however, I stepped back in alarm. "What are you doing?" I asked again.
The older girl tutted, becoming annoyed with me. "This is your punishment!" she exclaimed, and stepped over my leg to get behind me. She was wore her shoes with no stockings, I noticed, but while I was noticing, she grabbed my boobs from behind.
I grabbed her hands, trying to pull them away in panic, but she stood her ground until I gave up, sweating.
"Good girl," she muttered, and removed one hand, bringing it up to her mouth to lick the thumb before replacing it. She did the same to the other hand, and began to slowed move the wetted thumbs over my nipples. Instantly I was on my tip-toes, straining away from the curious sensations that were somehow linking to a place between my legs.. "Don't struggle," she hissed, and repeated the action. My teech came down over my bottom lip almost involuntarily as she rubbed, and I found myself pressing my legs together. What did this feeling mean?
Her hands vanished after what seemed a lifetime, and I cracked open my eyes - they had clenched shut during that... punishment. Angelica was no longer behind me, but kneeling in front of me. Her eyes met mine before hers closed and she licked my nipple. The feeling was much like that with the thumbs, but this time I heard myself gasp on the intake of breath, and her hand was suddenly at the waistband of my skirt, sliding around and down until she was touching the back of my knickers. I rocked forward, away from the touch and found myself falling forward. I held on to the only thing I could: Angelica's shoulders.
I stared at the wall between involuntary eye-shutting, tried to look at the room but her ministrations were too distracting. I found my mouth trying to imitate what hers was doing; my thighs began to feel sticky and my hands were tangling in her hair as they tried to touch her back.
When she stopped, she stood up less abruptly than before, and I didn't move, just stared at her with wide eyes and shaking legs. She smiled, and picked up the long feather quill.
"Lie down on the bed," she instructed, and I moved to kneel there. "On your back." I did as I was told, looking up at her as she aproached and feeling almost shut in by the soft elderdown that pressed against me. I kept my legs straight, legs locked, and felt very vulnerable.
"Do you know what I'm doing to do to you?" she asked, bending over me so that her hair brushed against my face. The tomato that we had had at supper was on her breath, and suddenly, unexplainably, my lips were moving as if to capture that taste.
"I don't know," I said
"Of course you don't," she purred, and knelt over me on the bed, moving my skirt upward before straddling my hips. She presented the feather quill and drew the very tip of the feather-end across my navel. It tickled, but semed connected to that place between my legs just asher moving tongue had earlier. I let out a gasp. Every little swish of that feather seemed to be connected, and I found my body trying to move itself to be touched, to let that place between my legs be touched. My knees rose into the air, pressed together, and I mewled a pleading "Please!"
I didn't even know what I was asking for, not even as Angelica slide backwards, abandoning the quill to lay kisses over my stomach and letting her hand draw my skirt up my thigh. My knickers were pulled down without complaint, and her mouth was pulled away only for a moment as one hand helped her teeth to undo that skirt and uncover me; the kisses resumed and doing down, until she had found that place between my legs that seemed connected to everywhere else and I keened as she kissed that, too, breathing heavily. My legs kicked out as she applied her tongue, her fingers probing lower until I was properly gasping from the sensation of it, her other hand holding one leg down, holding my legs apart.
I was writhing, not knowing how to progress or go back from that chasm-in-between place, knowing only to hover on the edge until her finger pressed up insde me and she did something to that place between my legs... and I had fallen, shuddering and gasping and Angelica suddenly leaning over me again, her fingers still deep inside. I choked on my breath.
She rubbed against that now sensitive place with her hand, moving the pair of fingers inside me until she brought them back up covered in a clear-white liquid. Angelica put the fingers into her mouth, licking them clean.
"What- what was-" I couldn't make my lips obey me enough to ask the question, and so I fell back into gasping incoherently.
Title: Punishment
Author: TamerTerra
Status: WiP
Warnings: Sex between two girls, ages 14 ans 16. Non-con.
Summary: Constance has been naughty, and so a prefect askes her to come to her room after hours...
The older girl held her long feather quill lovingly as I entered the room. "I'm sorry that I'm late," I said. Third years had much better rooms that first years, I noticed. Angelica's even had a comfy chair next to the window, in addition to the bed, wardrobe and desk that my own room contained.
"Close the door," she ordered, placing the quill onto her desk. I did so, before walking back to the centre of the room. "You are here for punishment," she stated. I nodded, looking up at her. "You are being punished for the sin of drawing obscene things in another girl's common book."
I nodded. I had meant to write that poem in my own common book, but Jenny had switched mine with hers in order to pry. I had gone against the grain of what was permissable, though - even though I had only been here for a week. It was better that I learn sooner than later.
"Take off your blouse," Angelica said, smiling a cold smile. I complied, wondering what she was going to have me do. As she breathed out, examining me, her lips moved into a warmer smile. "Now your undershirt."
I hesitated with my hands on the buttons. What kind of punishment would require...
"What's your name?" the older girl asked suddenly.
"C-constance," I stuttered. She rose from her chair and took the few steps between us before placing her hand on my shoulder. "Take off your undershirt," she whispered.
"Why..."
"Because I said so," she told me with a touch of annoyance. I fumbled at my buttons, and soon I was standing before her wearing only my skirt and footwear. Her eyes moved over me, but as I covered my chest with my arms she took hold of my wrists and forced them roughly to my sides.
She let her hands play over my shoulders as I stood there, trailing her fingers over my skin. When one hand moved down to touch my chest, however, I stepped back in alarm. "What are you doing?" I asked again.
The older girl tutted, becoming annoyed with me. "This is your punishment!" she exclaimed, and stepped over my leg to get behind me. She was wore her shoes with no stockings, I noticed, but while I was noticing, she grabbed my boobs from behind.
I grabbed her hands, trying to pull them away in panic, but she stood her ground until I gave up, sweating.
"Good girl," she muttered, and removed one hand, bringing it up to her mouth to lick the thumb before replacing it. She did the same to the other hand, and began to slowed move the wetted thumbs over my nipples. Instantly I was on my tip-toes, straining away from the curious sensations that were somehow linking to a place between my legs.. "Don't struggle," she hissed, and repeated the action. My teech came down over my bottom lip almost involuntarily as she rubbed, and I found myself pressing my legs together. What did this feeling mean?
Her hands vanished after what seemed a lifetime, and I cracked open my eyes - they had clenched shut during that... punishment. Angelica was no longer behind me, but kneeling in front of me. Her eyes met mine before hers closed and she licked my nipple. The feeling was much like that with the thumbs, but this time I heard myself gasp on the intake of breath, and her hand was suddenly at the waistband of my skirt, sliding around and down until she was touching the back of my knickers. I rocked forward, away from the touch and found myself falling forward. I held on to the only thing I could: Angelica's shoulders.
I stared at the wall between involuntary eye-shutting, tried to look at the room but her ministrations were too distracting. I found my mouth trying to imitate what hers was doing; my thighs began to feel sticky and my hands were tangling in her hair as they tried to touch her back.
When she stopped, she stood up less abruptly than before, and I didn't move, just stared at her with wide eyes and shaking legs. She smiled, and picked up the long feather quill.
"Lie down on the bed," she instructed, and I moved to kneel there. "On your back." I did as I was told, looking up at her as she aproached and feeling almost shut in by the soft elderdown that pressed against me. I kept my legs straight, legs locked, and felt very vulnerable.
"Do you know what I'm doing to do to you?" she asked, bending over me so that her hair brushed against my face. The tomato that we had had at supper was on her breath, and suddenly, unexplainably, my lips were moving as if to capture that taste.
"I don't know," I said
"Of course you don't," she purred, and knelt over me on the bed, moving my skirt upward before straddling my hips. She presented the feather quill and drew the very tip of the feather-end across my navel. It tickled, but semed connected to that place between my legs just asher moving tongue had earlier. I let out a gasp. Every little swish of that feather seemed to be connected, and I found my body trying to move itself to be touched, to let that place between my legs be touched. My knees rose into the air, pressed together, and I mewled a pleading "Please!"
I didn't even know what I was asking for, not even as Angelica slide backwards, abandoning the quill to lay kisses over my stomach and letting her hand draw my skirt up my thigh. My knickers were pulled down without complaint, and her mouth was pulled away only for a moment as one hand helped her teeth to undo that skirt and uncover me; the kisses resumed and doing down, until she had found that place between my legs that seemed connected to everywhere else and I keened as she kissed that, too, breathing heavily. My legs kicked out as she applied her tongue, her fingers probing lower until I was properly gasping from the sensation of it, her other hand holding one leg down, holding my legs apart.
I was writhing, not knowing how to progress or go back from that chasm-in-between place, knowing only to hover on the edge until her finger pressed up insde me and she did something to that place between my legs... and I had fallen, shuddering and gasping and Angelica suddenly leaning over me again, her fingers still deep inside. I choked on my breath.
She rubbed against that now sensitive place with her hand, moving the pair of fingers inside me until she brought them back up covered in a clear-white liquid. Angelica put the fingers into her mouth, licking them clean.
"What- what was-" I couldn't make my lips obey me enough to ask the question, and so I fell back into gasping incoherently.
