Disclaimer: I do not own Motherland: Fort Salem. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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"Shhhhhhhhhh, that's okay, I got you." Raelle promised, "Leave it to me. I'll take care of everything."
Abigail Bellweather watched as Raelle Collar slowly leaned forward, and pressed her lips to those of poor innocent Tally Craven, shamelessly corrupting her even further. Unfortunately, it seemed that Tally was beyond saving, as she had asked for this. Worse, Abigail might be beyond saving, because as much as she should leave, or at least look away, she found herself fascinated by everything that happened next.
And she was even jealous. Oh Goddess, Raelle's wicked desires were so corrupting, they even had a Bellweather wanting to kiss another witch. Which was obscene. Oh fuck, her mother was going to hear about this, wasn't she? Even her whole family? Their entire community? Fuck, how could things get worse?
Then again, if she was going to be turned into a prior anyway, perhaps she should indulge? Again, it was a sign that Raelle's corruption ran deep, but Abigail was looking for some attention, and wanted to demand a turn kissing Tally. Maybe even a turn kissing Raelle. And so much more. But at least for now, she remained strong, as she watched her two teammates make out for what felt like an eternity.
Then, without needing to be told, Tally's head shot abruptly downwards, and wrapped her lips around one of Raelle's nipples. Something which unsurprisingly, got a very positive response out of Raelle. Namely, throwing her head back, letting out a loud moan, and finally, providing verbal encouragement.
Raelle also cupped Tally's head softly but firmly, before moaning that encouragement, "That's it, ohhhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhhh, good girl. Listen to my voice. I already showed you what to do, so just do that to me. Ooooooooooh yessssssssssss, just do it to me, and find out what I like. See, mmmmmmmm, it's easy. There's no reason to be afraid. Girls just naturally know how to please each other."
During that speech, Raelle lowered her head down, so she could talk directly to Tally, who obediently continued to worship her. Although, at that last part, she looked up to Abigail, as if to bait her into yet another argument. Which to be fair, was kind of their thing. But in this case, it was hard to argue, given that Tally seemed to be taking to this like a duck to water.
Then again, maybe there had to be something wrong with you, to begin with? But if that was the case, maybe there was something wrong with Abigail, hence why she didn't want to debate the point. Which Raelle was probably anticipating, making this a victory for her anyway. The bitch. And she had the audacity to grin smugly at a Bellweather, while being pleasured by another woman.
Ever since they first met, Abigail Bellweather had wanted to slap Raelle Collar across her smug face, but never more than in this moment. And yet, she continued to stare at the obscene display in front of her, telling herself that she was hoping that Tally could do this once, and get it out of her system. And Abigail could simply watch, and that would be the end of it.
But she was beginning to severely doubt it. Oh Goddess, she even felt the urge to crawl over there, and join Tally in sucking Raelle's nipples. Or even worse, join her in eventually heading downwards, after a few long minutes of going back and forth between those tits, and passionately sucking on them.
Tally was absolutely doing this because she was enjoying it, but she couldn't deny that she was nervous to go lower. Hell, she was tempted to just move on to the stage, and just immediately cannonball into the pool. And she tried, running right up to the edge, and then stopping, as she slowly lowering her head down, and then bit her lip when she was confronted with another girl's pussy for the first time.
She'd studied her own, of course, but she had never seen one quite as close up, and been about to lick it. Hell, if it hadn't been one of her teammates, she would have probably chickened out. But then Raelle was so sweet to her, which of course just pushed Tally onwards.
"That's okay, Tally. It really is." Raelle reassured, "You don't have too. In fact, I, ooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh fuckkkkkkkkkkkkk! Mmmmmmmmm, good girl. That's a very, very good girl. Oooooooooooh Abigail, you have to try this. Ohhhhhhhhhh, there's nothing like an enthusiastic beginner, ha ha ha ha, mmmmmmmmmm yeahhhhhhhhhhh!"
When Tally Craven promised herself she would do something, she did it, damnit. Sure, it might take a few tries to get past her nervousness, and occasionally she failed her goal, but she at the very least tried. And while she couldn't guarantee doing a good job, she definitely did it. And luckily for her, Raelle quickly reminded her that she didn't need to be an expert at this to make another girl feel good.
Because sure, the reminder that Abigail was right here with them made Tally blush bright red, but she quickly forgot it, in favour of listening to all the wonderful encouragement she was receiving. Which was thankfully frequent, at first making her feel very proud of herself, until she realized she was getting a bit ahead of herself. Unfortunately, she only realized that when Raelle pointed it out.
"Yesssssssssss, that's so good. Maybe even, too good?" Raelle cautiously revealed, before quickly adding, "If you want it to be quick, it can be quick. But, you've got real potential as a pussy licker, and I would hate for that to go to waste, just because you're so eager to make me cum. So, oooooooooh, if you're okay with it, slow down. Please?
Ohhhhhhhhhh fuckkkkkkkkkk, mmmmmmmm, what you're doing to my clit is amazing. But it feels like were just getting started, you know? Oooooooooohhhhhhhhhh fuck, and just think of Abigail? She is clearly enjoying the show, and she doesn't want it to stop. Isn't that right, Abigail? Yeah, it is, oooooooooohhhhhhhhh yeeeeeeeeeeeesssssssss, that's it, nice and slow, good girl. Ooooooooooohhhhhhhhh fuck, so good!"
Unsurprisingly, that feedback initially caused Tally to blush with embarrassment, and even stop for a brief time. Then she went back to the pussy licking slower this time, and doing her best to avoid Raelle's clit. Because yes, she definitely wanted this to last, because while she wasn't sure about it initially, she liked the taste of pussy.
Which was embarrassing to admit, it was the truth. And she kind of liked that fact. And she definitely liked being able to please another woman this way. Especially as it was Raelle. Meanwhile, it wasn't surprising that Abigail didn't reply, but it was a little surprising she didn't leave, and Tally could even sense her moving closer, presumably to get a better look.
"Come here." Raelle then moaned abruptly, even adding a, "Please?"
It was so weird to hear Raelle pleading Abigail for anything, although not as much as the fact that it worked. That Abigail Bellweather actually closed the distance between them, and kissed Raelle Collar right on the mouth. Fuck, it wasn't even the first time in the last hour that happened, and yet Tally was still amazed by it.
She'd been so afraid they would never get along, and now here they were, all three of them acting out her most forbidden fantasies. And it was perfect. Sure, it was wishful thinking, but Tally hoped everything could be like this from now on. The three of them, all together, doing whatever it took to make each other feel good. Especially if it involved her licking some more pussy.
Abigail was convinced she had never hated anyone more than she hated Raelle Collar. Ever since they first met, everything about the disrespectful blonde annoyed her. So why was she kissing her right now? Goddess, Abigail wished she had a good answer for that, but she couldn't really think of anything satisfying.
Raelle using some kind of spell on her was a possibility, but that would be using advanced magic, far beyond the shit-bird. More likely, it was the effect of the Beltane, but if anything, that was the worst possibility, given that the Beltane was supposed to guide you to your heart's desire, and Abigail didn't even want to think about what that would mean. Nor would she want to think about her recent actions.
Luckily, whenever she was kissing another member of her Unit, she didn't have to think. She couldn't think. Not really. She was just lost in the moment, more so than with any boy, ever. And of course, Raelle Collar had to be ridiculously good at kissing girls, meaning when she had a hold of Abigail, there was nothing that could be done.
Abigail was hers. No! She was a Bellweather, and Bellweathers never belong to anyone. Oh no, no, no, she was the team leader for a reason, and she would not be pushed around by anyone, especially not a manipulative, evil lesbian, like Raelle Collar. Hell no, this bitch needed to learn her place. Learn that she was beneath her. That she would always be beneath her, figuratively and literally.
Proving that, Abigail shoved Raelle down onto her back, and grabbed her infuriatingly wandering hands and pin them down beneath her own. At the same time, she shoved her tongue into the other girl's mouth, conquering it, like a good Bellweather. Something which had this lowly scum grinning into the kiss, and even having the audacity to fight back, their tongues battling for dominance for what was either a couple of long seconds, or like an hour.
Honestly, it was so overwhelming, that Abigail struggled to keep track. All she knew was that when she wanted an advantage, she would pinch Raelle's nipples. Hell, she was fondling those tits pretty much non-stop, as she was only needing one hand to keep this annoying bitch's hands busy.
