Lamia wasn't sure exactly what was happening. She'd been about to take out possibly the most annoying, and certainly the most useless, of the Librarians and then her pressure points had been struck, her entire body shut down like someone had thrown a switch. She was on the ground now, bearing the pain of her sprained wrist and dislocated shoulder, trying to think. Cassandra stood over her. Stripped down out of her little-girl-playing-dress-up clothes, she actually looked... something.
"My, you are pretty," Cassandra said, her voice whipping all over the place. "Maybe it's just the pain. I like seeing you gasp and moan and all that; you could be taking a
really big dick,
couldn't you? Oh. Oh, I wanna fuck you, it would really make me happy to fuck you. I haven't fucked anyone in four years, three months, twenty days, two hours, seven seconds. And I wasn't even awake for half of that. Yeah, I should
definitely
be having sex with you."
Lamia realized Cassandra's hands were in motion a second after the fact, fidgeting with her pants more than actually interacting with them, but finally sliding them, panties and all, over her long, slender legs. Just like that, Lamia was staring at Cassandra's vagina, licking her lips; realizing it was awaiting that same tongue.
"You... want me to eat your pussy?" Lamia said in some confusion.
Cassandra nodded eagerly as she stepped out of her bottoms. "Oh, absolutely! I hope you do a good job! I think if you don't, I'll just fuck your face. I should get off on that pretty good. And let's not have you fight back, or I'll have to break your nose!" She giggled. "Imagine that! Me fucking your face, you with a broken nose, your blood getting all over my yaya! Oooh, I might just do it anyway! I kinda think I'd get off on causing you pain. You like pain, don't you Lamia? I sure do, so long as it's someone else's."
With the prim dignity of a ballerina, Cassandra lowered herself to her knees above Lamia's staring face, slowly dropping her pussy toward Lamia's tongue, still hidden in Lamia's tight-lipped mouth. Lamia could
smell
Cassandra's arousal, a heady aroma trapping her on all sides. Lamia barely knew what was happening, just that Cassandra was looking her in the eye, so forceful that Lamia knew just what was expected of her.
Breathing hard, Lamia reached up to Cassandra's pale buttocks, surprisingly soft in her hands. She pulled Cassandra right up to her parted lips, staring at the shocking pink flesh of her sex until it disappeared under her nose. Then she looked up at Cassandra, catching a cruel look on the redhead's face—a sudden desire, Lamia knew, to see her humiliated, in pain, under control.
Cassandra thrust her pelvis forward, pushing her cunt to Lamia's waiting mouth. Lamia hesitated only an instant, just long enough to feel Cassandra's hand in her hair, before she speared her tongue into Cassandra's sex, feeling it pulse and clench all around her.
Lamia moaned involuntarily, tasting another woman's sex for the first time in her life. She'd taken female lovers before, male and female, but had always been in control. Never gone down on anyone, not when she could make them go down on her. And it still never felt right, even when she was the top, making them give her exactly what she wanted. It was like what she wanted
wasn't
what she wanted. But with Cassandra, she knew what a woman tasted like and it was so
sweet
.
"Mmmm!" Cassandra cried triumphantly, deliciously, like she'd just bitten into something decadently chocolate. "The average length of the tongue from the oropharynx to the tip is ten centimeters, more than sufficient for prolonged stimulation of the labia and clitoris,
I expect you to stimulate my clitoris, Lamia,
oh, that's a horrible name for you,
Lamia,
queen of Libya, had sex with Zeus, children murdered by Hera, forced to eat other children,
yes
she had a serpent's tail below the waist according to some accounts, Serpent Brotherhood, but you don't eat children, d'ya Lamia, you just eat
pussy!
Am I Hera, am I the one who gets to decide how you're punished? I think you need a new name. How about Puppy? Because you're happy to just lick and lick and lick, just like a little ol' puppy! And you're cute too!"
Lamia used her tongue, desperate to please, fucking it deep into Cassandra's folds, then sliding it snakelike up to the tight little button of Cassandra's clitoris. It seemed to wriggle and throb under her tongue, the way Cassandra shuddered to the touch. Lamia was so goddamn happy with the way Cassandra jerked and ground her sex downward with the slightest touch to her little bud, and she had no idea why.
"Very good, very good!" Cassandra cheered, very supportive for someone who was domming Lamia. "Such a good puppy! I think I'm going to squirt, female ejaculation, expulsion of fluid by the paraurethral ducts through and around the urethra during orgasm, statistical average of four fluid ounces while I ejaculate a statistically high amount of six fluid ounces, always so embarrassed of it before, Mark Macintosh called me a watergun, but I
like it now,
I'm going to
come all over your face cuz you're mine, my cute little Puppy!"
At perhaps the most incongruous word possible, Cassandra climaxed, her sex crashing into sudden sweet fluids, released directly into Lamia's sucking mouth. The other woman was inundated, automatically and mindlessly swallowing the fragrant juices as they filled her eagerly anticipating mouth.
Cassandra's hand was still in her hair, keeping Lamia's face buried in Cassandra's flooded pussy. Lamia was gasping, her heart racing, something like a panic attack overwhelming her senses. She felt shame mingled with delight coupled with humiliation mixed with accomplishment. Cassandra had forced her to do this, literally thrown her down on the ground and mounted her, yet she'd enjoyed it. A special thrill even went through her at being referred to by her new, demeaning nickname. Cassandra was so in control of her, using her so well—it felt right.
She couldn't explain it. Her well-trained body was betraying her, arousing her when she should be hateful,
furious.
Finally, Cassandra released her from the suffocating grasp of her sex, letting Lamia fall back to the floor. Then Cassandra reached down, her fidgeting hands playfully roving over Lamia's flesh, poking and pinching, stroking and squeezing, her deliciously experimental touch burning away all of Lamia's qualms.
"That looked like fun!" Cassandra cried, her voice as preppy as ever. "Did Puppy like licking my cunt? It sure seemed like it! I think I'll try it. Do you have a nice little cunt for me to lick? All cute and shaved and wet?"
Lamia replied automatically—Cassandra's demanding tone was so close to how her superiors in the Brotherhood spoke to her. "Yes, Mistress."
"Good! Show me!"
Lamia stripped quickly, trapped under Cassandra's kneeling body for all of it. The body parts Cassandra had injured panged, but that just added a spice to her urgency, a kind of promise for Cassandra to keep when it was finally time. Finally her pants were around her thighs, her shirt pulled over her bra and her bra ripped off, her anatomy exposed to Cassandra in absolute detail. Lamia
burned,
being so exposed. She imagined Cassandra thinking about this, remembering it—a little keepsake of her
defeating
Lamia. A trophy...
"My! My!" Cassandra repeated, like a record player skipping. "Extreme vaginal lubrication, external genitalia swollen, internal enlargement of vagina, increases in heart rate and blood pressure,
you're so fucking wet, Puppy, you're just so goddamn fucking wet!"
She fell upon Lamia like a hungry wolf, kissing and sucking at her heaving breasts, but barely tapping the pleasure in them before she was moving down Lamia's body, wicked lips all over Lamia's stomach, her lower belly, the first curling hairs of her cunt, the opening, then inside her, her tongue, her tongue was so deep in Lamia,
claiming
her,
having
