Disclaimer/note: Characters and setting are property of Team Ninja. This fictional story is based on Dead or Alive Xtreme 2. The story features lesbian relationships: and some days (i.e. chapters) also feature violence or offensive language. Please don't read it if you aren't old enough.
-Morning of Day Four-
I was having a glorious dream. I was lying in a warm sunny meadow, covered with soft palm fronds. The breeze alternated hot and cool, and it was very selective, moving to many important spots on my body.
"You're mine, dearest Leifang," said a voice in my head. I turned slightly. There was a coconut tree, swaying in the breeze. As I watched, one delicate, perfectly-formed foot emerged from the trunk, followed closely by an ankle, a calf, a knee...soon, a beautiful wood nymph stood before me, gazing at me with luminous silver eyes. "You were lying much too close to get away," the nymph said, her voice smooth as velvet, audible to my mind, not my ears.
So who wants to get away, I thought.
She motioned with her hands as the roots of the tree grew up around my legs and arms, trapping me in soft bonds.
The nymph knelt. She leaned forward and planted her strong, graceful arms on either side of my ribcage, barely touching my skin with hers. Her reddish tan lips were moist and full; she kissed me with those lips, over and over, gingerly touching my mouth. Her proud breasts kissed mine the same way, making light, repeated contact. Her fine hair hung around us, smelling like lilacs, giving me thousands of fleeting caresses. She floated along my body, her mouth gently tasting and massaging—my face, my neck, my chest, my breasts, my ribs, my abdomen, my navel, my vulvae. The touch inflamed me, sweet and tormenting.
I couldn't speak; I couldn't beg for more. Rooted to the ground, I could only move my thighs, hips, and abdomen. I did so, hoping to convey my need for more. The lilting voice returned to my mind. "I won't rush this," she said. I didn't know if she intended to be so cruel.
The nymph's lips and tongue danced on my thighs and labia. Her long, strong fingers stroked my breasts. She would not satisfy me!
I forced a moan from my throat. I heard a giggle.
It wasn't in my mind!
My eyes opened. I watched Hitomi as she purposely toyed with me, quietly laughing at my groans of frustration. She wasn't aware that I was awake.
As I was about to sit up, Hitomi applied real force and ran her tongue from the back of my pussy to the front. My eyelids slammed closed. My toes clutched the sheets. A pleasure-filled sob burst from my mouth.
Hitomi realized I was awake now. She gently sucked my outer lips into her mouth and began laving my clit with her hot, damp tongue.
My pelvis thrust again and again as the biggest orgasm I'd ever had hammered my mind, burying me under a mountain of ecstasy. I'd swear my heart stopped. With a huge gasp, I finally drew a breath.
The German girl pushed her tongue into me while her upper lip kept pressure on my button. A second climax pounded me. "Goddess!" I screamed as I came. A tiny part of my brain idly wondered if I was going to die now, in this way.
Hitomi waited for my orgasm to subside a little, then she started licking and sucking again, making a lot of slurping sounds but using almost no pressure, teasing me once more. My hands and feet yanked the sheets off the bed as I endured the delicious torture of another fierce orgasm, while the one before it was still waning.
Hitomi backed off again. When my hips' thrusts grew less frantic, she resumed her attack.
I relaxed as much as I could and enjoyed the bliss Hitomi was delivering to me. How long would she do this? My abs and thighs burned as my fifth orgasm blossomed.
At last she was sated. Rubbing on my sweaty body the whole way, she wriggled up until she and I were belly-to-belly, chest-to-chest, face-to-face. Her mouth and chin glistened with moisture. She looked at me, and her eyes were somehow both wicked and innocent. I shivered with delight. I squeezed her tight and she grinned. She traced my ribs with one hand and slid the other along my flank. I was normally very sensitive to that kind of touch, but now? Much more so! I hissed and wrapped my legs around her upper thighs.
"You've got an interesting way of waking a girl," I joked.
"'Interesting?' Is that an insult?"
I kissed her, trying with my heart and soul to illustrate my adoration of her in this one act. I wanted her to remember this kiss forever. I wanted it to be so real that she would feel it in her dreams and think of it whenever she was afraid, sad, or needy. I laid her head on my chest and we lay in our mutual embrace, simply breathing, letting our spirits commune. In a way I can't explain, we were one.
We woke at the same time, I think. In a sense, the incredible intimacy we'd shared had vanished. But in another sense, it would last as long as we lived. Hitomi and I took a shower, playfully lathering and rinsing each other. We each dried the other's body, and dressed and left quickly—it was 1000 by the time we got out the door!
While we'd dressed, we'd been talking and we had agreed to play volleyball if anyone was available. As it turned out, Helena and Kokoro were idling at Brilliant Jungle, hoping someone would have a match with them.
Kokoro was wearing "Moscow Mule." She and Helena matched and I just couldn't help myself: I blurted, "Kawaii!" Helena huffed, but her eyes and mouth were just slightly smiling. Kokoro blushed and muttered, "Sou janai."
They also noticed Hitomi's "Electra." They complimented her on it, but Helena didn't seem sincere. Oh well, her tastes were different.
Hitomi and I were soon in trouble. Kokoro was better than she had been—quite a bit better—and Helena was very good. Their teamwork was exceptional. They played hard and covered each other defensively. They had a 5-2 lead at one point. We battled back and eventually won, 9-7. The match had taken half an hour.
"You two are good," I said as I sat heavily on the grass, sweating fairly hard. (Of course, I was still somewhat tired and achy from this morning, but I didn't tell them that.)
Helena wasn't in the best mood, so Hitomi and I talked with her and Kokoro for only a few minutes. They drifted one way and we drifted the other, not too awkwardly.
"Let's hit the shops; then we can have lunch," Hitomi proposed.
"It'll have to be a heavier lunch today, since we missed breakfast."
"You mean you missed breakfast."
"We both—" I suddenly caught her ecchi meaning and I shut my mouth, feeling my face burn.
"It was delicious, but I wanted a larger portion," she continued, giving me her evil grin.
"Yes, I get it, hentai!" I shrieked, embarrassed. I covered my face with my hands.
That was the wrong thing to do! She glomped me and nuzzled my neck. "Don't try to fool me. What you did last night in the casino? You can't call anyone a hentai ever again; you're the queen of them!"
"Me? The real hentai is the one who loved it so much she fucked me half the night when we got to her room." I turned and looked squarely at her. "You did love it! While you were being watched—"
"—I noticed how your intensity and passion grew when they came to the table," she countered.
"Guess we're cut from the same cloth, then."
We closed our eyes and kissed. Her kiss was like her gaze earlier. It was innocent. It was carnal. It weakened my knees.
I was definitely holding my own though; as I began breathing more heavily, I smelled her awakening arousal. I slipped my hand into her bikini bottom.
