Kitty lay sprawled out on the couch, thighs parted, sex exposed and still wet. There was a dreamy smile of contentment on her face that she couldn't shake, even as she felt a degree of anger with herself. She couldn't believe it'd happened again. That they'd done it again.
Illyana kissed her thigh, lapped at the wetness she had so recently provoked from Kitty. "Let's do it again."
The tip of a hungry tongue slid over Kitty's lip before she could stop herself. "We can't."
"You just did," Illyana pointed out, kissing a little closer to home. Kitty shuddered.
"Illyana, your brother—"
"Has nothing to do with this. Unless you want him to?" Illyana looked up at Kitty quizzically.
"No. Of course not. It would break his heart." She sighed.
Kitty supposed it had always been weird, the tension between her and Illyana, the friendship that always burgeoned with something more. Then, after Piotr died, they'd both needed something and, somehow, they'd both gotten it from each other. It was never really a relationship—well, Kitty didn't know if it was a relationship. They met up, they saved people, they beat bad guys, they were
friends—
but sometimes something more happened. A lot of times.
And now Piotr was back, and he wanted to pick up where they'd left off, and Kitty wanted that too. But she also wanted Illyana. Her body wanted Illyana, even after she'd been with Piotr, even after he'd made her
phase.
She had a hard-on for the whole damn bloodline, what was
wrong
with her?
"It would break his heart more to learn someone was mean to his sister," Illyana reasoned. "Preparing a meal and then not eating herself..."
She'd been mistaken. Her body didn't want Illyana. It needed her. And Kitty might've been a ninja, but she wasn't ninja enough to resist. However she resolved this crazy fucking mess, she wouldn't be doing it tonight. She didn't know what the right thing to do was, but at this point, the polite thing was to reciprocate everything Illyana had just done for her. "Feed me, Illyana?"
Illyana smiled at the husky whisper, tip-toeing her fingers up Kitty's legs, over her belly. Her greedy mouth had been well-satisfied. Now it was her cunt's turn. She threw her knee over Kitty's head, her breasts swaying before Kitty's eyes, small but not too small for Kitty to cup in her hands, girlish little hands just the right size to massage them, knead them. Illyana relaxed in Kitty's touch for a moment—always so soft—then lowered her cunt to Kitty's breasts, plump and soft. Stiff nipples rubbing against her folds, nubile slopes marked with her wetness, glistening. Kitty moaned and arched, wriggling her breasts into Illyana's groin, but looking to her face for more.
"I asked you to feed me. I'm so
hungry
," she whispered, her tongue sliding invitingly from her mouth.
Illyana eyed her, face contorted with lust. "Your tits feel good in my cunt," she said, her rich Slavic accent dark as chocolate. "Not sure your tongue will feel that good." Teasing.
Kitty turned herself briefly intangible, leaving Illyana's waking sex rubbing against nothing. Illyana moaned and moved up Kitty's slim torso, bringing her cunt to Kitty's eager face. Kitty found herself whimpering in anticipation. Nothing, not even Piotr, had ever looked as delicious to her as
that.
Illyana was almost stoic, waiting patiently as Kitty's hands slid down from her breasts, down to her hips, where she gently pried Illyana to her mouth. The Russian's magnificent thighs rippled with muscles as she allowed herself to be lowered, and Kitty craned her neck to meet Illyana's descending pussy. Her lips shot at Illyana's clit, kissing it into erectness, then her tongue slid over Illyana's labia.
Illyana closed her eyes in a deep sigh, a subtle smile. Kitty moaned enough for both of them, finding that Illyana's cunt was even more succulent than she remembered. She lapped and sucked like she had never done anything else. She only stopped to tell Illyana, "Fuck my face."
Illyana worked her ass and hips, undulating her belly, meeting Kitty's generous tongue with her needy sex in a dance they'd perfected a long time ago. Kitty wriggled sensuously, while Illyana jerked and churned, saddled on Kitty's lovely face, riding it joyously, her pussy the final brushstroke on what Illyana considered a work of art. They gazed into each other's eyes as they gave, received. At different times, they loved each other for very different reasons, but right now, Illyana loved Kitty for the pleasure she gave her and Kitty loved Illyana for letting her give her that pleasure.
Kitty reached for the firm cheek of Illyana's ass—her taut body, her warrior's body, all muscle like Piotr's but there was no
room
for it and there'd been a time when that had bothered Kitty, when it'd almost hurt to touch her, knowing how she'd gotten those muscles, knowing what they'd been needed for, but now she saw the beauty in Illyana's strength, even though she still hated that Illyana had had to be so strong, on her own, no one else to be strong for her.
She found Illyana's asshole, nudged into the tight hole, her other hand rippling down Illyana's hard abs, finding her clit. She wished she was a psychic so she could know how much of Illyana's past she was eradicating with pleasure.
"Oh... ohhhhh!" Illyana wailed. "Есть моя пизда! Есть моя пизда и пить моя сперма!" Kitty's tongue was heavy inside her and Illyana didn't know what she loved more, being tasted by those sweet lips or tasting where all that pleasure started. She was getting hungry again for Kitty; her appetite was insatiable. As soon as her mouth was satisfied, her cunt was starving. Vice versa. But she had a solution.
She lifted herself from Kitty, the brunette desperately trying to follow her but Illyana putting the heel of her hand to Kitty's forehead and shoving her back down. She turned around, returned her cunt to Kitty's mouth, then bent down herself to Kitty's sex. Even though it had just been satisfied, Kitty eagerly tilted it up to meet her. Illyana looked at it, still glistening with her saliva, then buried her golden head between Kitty's sleek thighs.
Illyana's clit was as hard as her tongue, as hot as her tongue, the two ends of her body getting equal pleasure from Kitty. Kitty was so pleased that she phased, her temporarily free mouth babbling out English that Illyana barely understood in her aroused state. "I love your cunt! I love your tongue! Oh, sweet Jesus, I love
you!"
And she forced her mouth solid again, forced it back to Illyana's pussy.