Brukalius —
Rachael laid on the bed feeling a sense of wonder as nearly all of her abdominal cramps had vanished under Bailey's deft fingers. She flexed her abs tentatively and indeed they were sore, but it was just the soreness from a good workout. Smiling, she relaxed further as Bailey confirmed that she had really enjoyed what had happened with her let down. Her afterglow mixed with the aftercare she was feeling was truly wonderful. Bailey's reaction to the revelation that sex would be VERY risky right now was not lost on Rachael and she couldn't help broadening her smile.
Nodding, Rachael agreed that getting clean was certainly a good idea. Thoughts of hot water spraying off Bailey's masterful physique while she washed herself clean brought a bit more heat to that warm afterglow. Thoughts of her hands lingering on that... god... cock didn't do it justice part of herself and maybe stroking longer thinking of invading her fertile pussy. Rachael blinked trying to relax the naughty thoughts.
These damn pheromones in the air mixed with my condition are turning me into a nymph!
Bailey shifted her massaging fingers to a different location and Rachael's head lulled back on the bed. "How many of these magic massages are there?" she mumbled as Bailey's fingers first brought a bit of pain and then a loosening in her lower body that felt wonderful. "Any discomfort from my ovulation is slipping away... mmm... I knew it was possible for manual stimulation, but I always approached it from the chemical side..." She relaxed into the touch, but the stimulation had side effects. Thoughts of Bailey in the shower again resurfaced. Thoughts of her pressing Rachael to the wall... not letting her safe word with her mouth pressed to Rachael's or better yet with a hand around her throat AND her tongue in her mouth. Her cock sliding into her unprotected... not stopping until she... Rachael moaned closing her eyes.
"Well... you just woke me back up... so I would say its intense!" Rachael giggled at Bailey's knowing look. She knew EXACTLY what she was doing and it wasn't like Rachael really minded her body waking back up. Her options presented weren't really options at all. Bailey was a master at this and Rachael tried to think of which option Bailey wouldn't expect her to take. She had a sinking feeling that Bailey also took into account her realizing this too. She shot her a smokey look.
"We both know I am not taking option one after your... Yoni massage." After a moment of indecision, she decided that Bailey wouldn't expect her to embrace the princess moniker after she resisted it so firmly earlier. "This princess is sweaty and in need of getting clean too. If only there was someone strong enough here to carry her in her weakened and vulnerable state to the shower... She might be willing to give the valiant ROGUE a kiss or two." Bailey might look like the very definition of a knight, but the clever way she seemed to get her way was very roguelike.
Rachael's voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper. "I hear rogues are good at getting in places they shouldn't get into." The words made her shudder with arousal. She couldn't let Bailey push into that hole or she wouldn't be able to stop her... but the thought was overwhelmingly attractive.
Just a tease... Rachael you are ONLY going to tease... fuck... maybe a tease and just the tip...
Ana —
Bailey's grin turned a bit fierce at Rachael's response. Not only had she chosen the roughest of her available options, she seemed to very deliberately be teasing Bailey about the possibility of knocking her up. It was pretty clear that the idea, at least, seemed to turn Rachael on, as much as it did Bailey, but weaponizing it was a whole other level of evil.
Alright minx... let's see how much you can take!
She leaned in close, looking Rachael in the eyes. "You know what else Rogues are good at? Snatching things that don't belong to them."
A huge, strong hand flashed out, clamping around Rachael's mouth and lifting her bodily off the bed. Bailey's other hand came under Rachael's knees, lifting them up to press them against her chest tightly, while clamping around her arms. She could flail her calves and feet, but every other movement she could make was sealed- and she couldn't speak her safeword even if she wanted to. Bailey had her completely under her control- and it was hard not to notice that rock-hard cock beneath her, covered in half-dried cum and other juices. If Bailey wanted to, she could ram in, right now, and there would be nothing Rachael could say or do about it.
Still, Bailey wasn't about to do something like that, cognizant of hygiene if nothing else. Instead she pointed her head at Rickett and Roselyn lying peacefully together on the bed, and whispered in Rachael's ear.
"Say goodbye to your love, little Princess. Who knows when you might see them again?" She growled softly at her prisoner with a sly chuckle, before whisking her away towards the bathroom. Was it chance or intent that she didn't specify which person, Roselyn or Rickett, was Rachael's 'love'?
Regardless it was very clear that Bailey was more than used to both light roleplays, and being the villain. Indeed, she seemed to relish the chance to be naughty. Closing the door behind her with her foot as they changed rooms, she stepped over to the large, boxed in glass shower, more than roomy enough for two or even three people, truth be told. Bailey turned on the spray, adding a certain heavy din as it pattered down inside their sealed glass box. "Now that you're here in my lair, with the water running, no one can hear us, little Princess. It's just us two, and whatever happens here, stays in here. Only we'll ever know the wicked things I do to you~."
She licked and kissed her way down Rachael's neck to her collar bone, sucking gently on the hickey she'd left Rachael earlier- a reminder of how she'd marked her, how she'd teased her and made her cum over and over again. Like a promise she'd made for later that she was delivering on now. As the hot, steamy spray washed over both of them, Bailey set Rachael down, but quickly got hold of her hands and pulled them to the small of her back, holding them there with one big hand as she forced Rachael against the warm, wet plexiglass, her breasts smooshing against it, and her mouth still silenced by Bailey's other hand.
Her head was roughly pulled back, forced to look into Bailey's blazing amber eyes as the big futa looked down at her from above, her wicked grin still on. Pinning her with the heat, the desire in that gaze. She could fuck her. Knock her up in here and no one but the two of them would ever know, at least until later. Each of them recognized it, and Bailey knew that thrill was making both their hearts race, the sexual tension in this glass shower thick and electric.
Her hand moved and her mouth crashed down on Rachael's lips giving her no chance to say anything. It was another claiming kiss like before, but this one was more brutal, more villainous. Harsher, even more passionate. Seeking to erase all other memories and lovers from her brain in this moment, and leave only Bailey. Only her sexy captor. That long thick tongue demanded entry, invading and pinning Rachael's tongue as she kissed from above, brooking no resistance. It felt like she could practically tongue-fuck Rachael's throat she reached so far, dominated Rachael's mouth so utterly.
Her free hand now reached over and completely soaked one of the longer hand towels in the bath, before winding it up. Wrapping it around Rachael's trapped forearms, then tying it off in very rough granny knot. It was a complete hoax, and Rachael could feel it immediately. The towel was loose, and the knot hap-hazard. If she really wanted to she could free herself almost instantly. For that matter, if she wanted to pull away from Bailey's soul-searing kiss, she could. This play was all about suspension of disbelief and playing along- Rachael
could
end it at any time... but she could also choose not to, ceding control to Bailey and the fantasy of the kidnapped princess, at the mercy of the wicked Dark Rogue.
Those hands came up and began to massage and caress Rachael's soft tits even as she continued to devour Rachael's mouth. The brunette would immediately be aware that though rough, this seemed to be dual purpose- Bailey was clearly massaging her tired, mostly empty milk glands, reducing soreness and ache, while once more enhancing sensitivity- like she was a nursing mother. Those soft touches and purposeful squeezes clearly were much more than professional, but as before, Bailey knew precisely how to split the difference of tantric and professional massage.
Brukalius —
A thrill sparked through Rachael as Bailey's persona shifted. She was coming to understand that Bailey was an expert role player and slid between characters with ease, but that light in her eye suggested that Rachael had hit a nerve. She was surprised when the hand clamped over her mouth and her squeak was barely audible as she was hauled backwards. She struggled by reflex as a sense of panic set in, but Bailey was so ridiculously strong. She felt like she weighed a feather in the woman's powerful arms and her struggles barely shifted her body a fraction of an inch.
She felt a chill run through her at Bailey's words as she gazed down at her sleeping husband and Roselyn. A primal fear that prey might feel lit through her as she was man handled away from her rock, but it only kindled alight deep and confusing desire.
This was loving Bailey right? She is playing isn't she? It is just a persona...
The sliver of doubt grew at Bailey's dark tone as she let Rachael know that what happened in here was just between the two of them. Those words were laden with meaning and they hit Rachael as hard as her prodding comments of being knocked up had hit Bailey. She wanted to tell Bailey that she still had some boundaries. She wanted to retract her previous teasing, but the hand on her mouth cut off any opportunity to even safe word. That deep desire reared its head sleepily, having never really been triggered before and Rachael trembled.
Rachael found herself standing on shaky legs pressed to the cold glass as Bailey's mouth tasted the sweat on her neck... a sweat that she had shed making love to the woman's wife...
OH GOD what if I was too passionate? What if she heard what Roselyn said? Is she acting right now or is this some kind of revenge?!
