Priyas Lesbian Adventures Pt 02

THE TALES OF PRIYA, a lesbian paranormal fantasy.

Part 2: Fuck, Fuck, Fuck and a FutaWitch

This is a story of an 18-year-old half-Warshari, half-Witch, who starts waking up to her life. Her name is Priya. She is 5'7" 135 pounds, 34C-28-34. She is fit and works out every day. Her urges have always been towards girls even though she tried dating a guy, but she felt awkward, and it didn't work out. Her best friend of two years is Bell, who has secretly wanted to have sex with her since they met. Arabella or Bell as she is known is a Scinlase Witch. They are on the Empire Builder Amtrack Train heading to Washington State to meet up with Bell's mother, Octavia. Things don't' go to plan...

REVELATIONS

#7 Empire Builder, Milwaukee to Wenatchee, WA, Cabin E, Upper Level, Superliner Bedroom, on route

Bell and I are on route to Washington State, something about a place called a Coven. The train is greedily gobbling up the track going click-clack. We are in Minnesota; it's just after midnight. We have our beds sorted, full bellies, and are enjoying a few red wines. We have been talking non-stop since we got on the train, keeping to ourselves.

We have fucked five times.

The best time was when Bell got out a strap-on dildo with a rigid red cock, seven inches of redness to fuck me. I greedily bent over and let her lube me up. The dirty fucking words coming out of her mouth sent me to a nirvana I never knew existed. She slammed the dildo into me with lustful abandon. I was screaming, "Take me, Take my fucking pussy!"

I came in a thunderous roar and squirted all over Bell's stomach. She used the fluid to rub her pussy and also cum like a wild banshee in heat. I just had to put the strap-on myself, and then I fucked Bell in the missionary position, our mouths devouring each other. She had an earth-shattering orgasm that had one of the pursers knocking at our door asking if everything was alright.

Sleep was off the table.

Flash-back to when we left Chicago and was driving to Milwaukee. We were catching the 3:52pm train called the Empire Builder, so we really didn't need to hurry. Bell thought it was a good idea to raid her mom's safe. Inside was money, two hunting knives, two Glock 19 handguns, a few boxes of bullets, a first aid kit and a cell phone. Bell showed me how it worked as it was on a different bandwidth called the Metro. Bell showed me how to work and clean a Glock 19 handgun. I already knew how to handle a knife for when I was on the run; I even showed Bell some tricks that I learned. Bell's mom, Octavia, rang. She told us that a Superstorm over the Arctic was so big it nearly covered all of Canada. Apparently, there were twenty attacks across North Eastern United States, all coordinated to go off at the same time. It was a deadly bioweapon called Afonika, and it was spreading rapidly into the general population.

The emergency alert kept playing on all radio stations. As we drove to Milwaukee, Bell kept asking me to put the gun away, but I was like a kid with a new toy. She was right! Eventually, I listened to her and tried to distract her by putting my hand up and down her inner thigh. She kept slapping it and saying things like "a naughty kitten" and "bad girls get dropped off"! So I persisted and slid my hand up and undid her jeans and started rubbing her clit. She came in seconds. She called me an inappropriate bitch who got me laughing so hard I nearly peed myself. We drove to a funny looking overblown corner block where this crazy curios shop called Frumps existed. There was every kind of metal scrape you could think of. It was more a car wrecking yard from my observation. A big man with his oversized stomach exploding out of his ZZ Top t-shirt that had thousands of little holes in it approached Bell. He called himself Jonas. They seemed to know each other and exchanged friendly banter. I got our bags out of the jeep, and Bell handed over the keys. We made it to the Train Station and onto the train and into our cabin without either of us having any dramas.

Fast forward to now.

Bell is staring at me with her killer green eyes and playing with a glass of wine. She is wearing baby blue hot pants that look like they have been sprayed on her. On the back of the pants is HOT in black letters, it should just be XXX; she is that smoking. She is wearing a white bra and an EKO singlet. She is lying sideways on the one little cute little sofa chair on the other side of the cabin. I have on a pair of Bell's baby blue hot pants that she said were too big for her, but they fit me perfectly. I have on a white t-shirt that says Mine or Yours that I tied up at my belly. I am flicking through a booklet on the history of Amtrak. My mind drifts. I feel I have been through a jungle of emotions and walked out alive.

I think Bell had said we were going to a secret lodge called the Blue Owl. Anyway, Bell explained that there are four Witch Covens which are all female. Zauber Witches are the pureblood Witches, the highborn ones; apparently, my mother is a Zauber Witch, so that made me a Zauber Witch. Bell didn't really go into that. The Zaubers are in the Avra Coven. Bell is a Scinlase Witch and part of the Majira Coven. The next coven is the Sava Coven where Vedmar Witches are aligned to, the next is the Fulan. The Fulan are just the Fulan she said, very secretive and closed. If any Witches get kicked out of their Coven, they end up as a Wandering Mystic. I asked her about the male Witches, where do they fit in. She explained that all male Witches are Vardokur. The Vardokur are aligned to Groves. She said Covens and Groves are separate which kind of blew my mind. How did they date or marry? No marriage or dating. Just a week for pro-creation. Bell said all Witches get a betrothed. You either get along or don't. They usually meet two or three times only. Bell said the majority of Witches are bisexual. Some Witches have not chosen not to pro-create and choose another Witch as a partner.

Bell's sweet voice, husky and hot rips me from drifting too far into my head.

"Check this out."

She lets the glass drop from her hand, and it doesn't fall.

It floats right in front of her.

She moves her index finger, and the glass starts to spin. She holds two fingers up, and the spinning stops. She makes a flicking motion, and the glass starts to move towards me. "Open your mouth."

"Seriously."

"Do it."

"How about I do this." I whip off my hot pants and top, open my legs and gently rub my pussy.

"Shit you are so insane in the brain missy."

The glass floats to my face. The glass is right near my lips. The edge of the glass just near my lips.

"Come on, missy, open wide."

"I bet you say that to all the Witches," I reply.

"Nope. Just you. Open your legs wider, keep masturbating, mouth open please."

I do as she commands. I open my mouth up. This feels so erotic that is nearly blurring my vision. I open my mouth, and the glass tips and red wine drops into my mouth. A nice mouthful. Some of the red wine dribbles out and splashes on my tits.

Bell gets up and clicks her fingers. The glass flies into her right hand. She moves like a cat and starts licking the red wine off my tits. Biting my nipples, sucking them and tweaking them with her fingers. I go overboard. She leans over and drinks a glass of wine and kisses me. She squirts wine into my mouth, and I swallow. She takes my hand, which is still rubbing my pussy and puts her hand over my hand.

"You want it hard, don't you?"

I nod.

"Such a fucking whore."

"Then whore my body."

She uses her spare hand to reach around and slap my tits. The stinging sensation fires down my belly to my cunt.

"Oh, fuck."

"Like that, bitch?"

"Yes," I sneer.

"Get up, turn around."

I obey.

Bell takes a running shoe and slaps my ass. "Bad bitches need to be punished."

The slap was playful. "Harder, fucking harder and fuck me with your fingers."

I bend over, hands on the bed, ass in the air. My pussy is drenched with cum. I am so wet I just want to get off.

I don't look around, but I hear Bell gulp and then feel a cold sensation at my cunt's entrance.

"I am going to fuck you with this bottle, bitch."

My heart jumps into my mouth. Hot, holy shit. "Fuck me, do it."

She thrusts the neck of the bottle right up and starts thrusting fast. Oh, my fucking god. I collapse gasping into the sheets. Bell keeps up her relentless fucking of my pussy. Faster and faster. I can't speak. I just moan and groan. I push back. I want more. She slaps my ass.

"Cum for me."

I don't need encouragement. I am there, right, fucking in the moment.

I explode around the wine bottle. "Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh, goddddddddddddddd"

I cum so hard my whole body spasms. Bell withdraws the bottle and playfully slaps my ass.

"Fuck that was hot, Priya. I think we are going to die fucking."

I roll over and wipe sweat from my forehead. "Ever been fucked by a trannie?"

"Shit, where did that come from?"

"That's the term that was used in school all the time."

"The word is pretty disgusting, actually. You mean a shemale?

"Yes. Sorry. A shemale then."

"It's okay. We Witches love being fucked by a Futawitch."

"A what?"

"Futawitch. A Witch with a real dick. Not just a small dick. A fucking huge monster cock. They usually can make it as large as they want, sometimes, if they are powerful enough, they can enhance any body part. It's phenomenal, really."

"Wow, sounds fucking hot. So have you?"

Bell laughs. She rubs my stomach. "Yes. Once."

I am intrigued. "And ...?"

"I couldn't walk for three days."

My eyes nearly pop out of my head. "Fuck me."

"Yes, I was bow-legged."

"So it was earth-shattering, then."

Priya raises her eyebrows at me. "A fucking geyser of cum was shot into me, Priya."

I gulp. My mind cannot grasp Bell's words. I tremble. This is crazy. Crazy and kind of kinky and hot and my mind wander to the vision.

"You're thinking about it, aren't you?"

I nod.

"We might be lucky and find a FutaWitch on our journey, who knows. We could be fucked together, you the sub and me the dom."

"I am not a sub, whatever that is."

"Submissive. You like being on the bottom, like being bossed around, like being fucked by me, hee, hee."

"Well, that is partly true. So dom is dominant? I can be both, can't I?"

"Sure can. So you like the idea?"

"God, yes. Yes, yes, yes."

"Okay, what's next for us?" I feel like a sex doll.

Priya leans over and kisses me and takes my soul.

"Is this how you use your magic to seduce me?" I muffle tugging on her singlet.

Her eyes gaze into my black eyes with such fire. She smiles and kisses my nose and twirls around to look out the window.

"It was a little idea I had in my head. So yeah," she sighs. "Something's wrong, Priya. I can feel it in my bones."

"Do Witches have like a sixth sense?" I ask.

"Yes, we do. If I walk into a room, I know every Witch, Vardokur, everyone that uses magic. I know humans. I know how they feel and can read their thoughts. We give off an aura. It's like a glow."

"What's my aura, then?"

Bell spins around so fast I pull away. She puts down her wine and looks at me and cocks her head. "Hot. Alive. Like blue fire and strong. Gosh, if you could see how beautiful it is."

"Wow. Um, is that one of the reasons you were drawn to me," I ask shyly.

"My mother told me that you would be scared, a frightened young woman struggling to understand the world. Oh, you were so far from that. You had the most stunning glow that took my breath away. I will always remember my heart ready to burst out of my chest at your innocence. You could not see auras or feel magic or understand the power of touch. Did you know that when we parted that day I cried? I cried like a river of tears for you. I felt loneliness. I felt the lonely girl at ten, trying so hard to hide who you were. I felt the person you were sitting there, waiting to see the Principal. I feel in love with you that day. And honestly, I want to show you so much to make your soul soar," Bell replied. Her voice shook, and I see a tear fall from her left eye.

I move closer to her, take her two hands, and pull her to me. I kiss her with all of my everything, body, soul, aura, glow, whatever. I am shivering for her touch, for her lips.

"Don't make no mistake Bell, you have ignited the flame inside me. I want to explore everything."

Bell laughs through her tears, wiped them away, sniffed and kissed me back, and her hands ran all over me. "I get that," she replies. "But be careful with your desires Priya they can be your undoing. The witch world is full of surprises."

Knock, knock.

"Shit, really." I break our embrace, and Bell bounces over to the door, flicks the lock and opens it a crack.

"Miss Zuletta?" a small male voice creeps through the door.

"Yes. What is it?" Bell responds.

"A message for you."

"What have you got?"

"Here, he wanted me to give it to you," he replies and hands Bell a white envelope. Bell shuts the door.

Bell smells the envelope, spins it around looking at it.

"What is it?"

"No one should know we are on this train. I mean my mother and the Coven know but this is out of the ordinary. Warshari is always watching. The usher boy said, "He wanted it to go to me," so what the hell is this? I am going to do something, but we need the lights off. Can you kill the lights, babe?"

"Um, sure." I move to the light switch, and we go to darkness.

I hear Bell say. "Your eyes will see a white flash, but it won't harm you, okay."

"Okay, got it. Now?"

"Yup."

A quick flash of light. My eyes sting with light. All I see is a wall of light inside my eyelids. "Lights back on, babe," Bell says.

I do as I am told. "Okay, let there be light."

Bell stands staring at the envelope on the ground. "It's not Warshari. I cast a Detect Magic and Detect Poison spell. It's from Gunnar. I know his signature. It came up in red. We have a past; he is trying to reach out."

A pang of jealously smacks me in the guts. "Gunnar?"

Bell looks at me. "You're jealous all of a sudden. Priya?"

I did not know what to do. I just stare into her eyes. I guess sleeping with Bell has made my mind possessive. I try to ease the situation.

"I'm sorry. My emotions are raw right now. I just had a flash of you running off with some buff male Witch."

Bell steps over the envelope and comes to me. She looks into my eyes. She kisses me on the lips quickly.

"We are in this together, okay."

I feel silly. "Can I get another kiss?"

"No. Later. I need to read his words. Give me your wine."

I sigh. I hand her my wine, and she spills some of it on the page. She gets a couple of tissues and dabs up the wine. She lifts it up and reads it out.

I miss you. It has been a long time. Be careful. The Warshari are on the move and not afraid to show themselves. I knew you would be on this train, you know me. [Witch - Scinlase] "The heavens may crash and fall, but our union has the hallmark of a life without pain, just joy." Please think about that. We will talk soon. G.

Bell puts the page down and takes a big swig of the wine. I see deep emotion creep into her face.

The rush of confusion rocks me. It hits me and churns my stomach.

I gave myself in so many fucking sexual ways to Bell, and this happens! What the fuck? Hell, I don't even know where this crazy journey is going? I sit down on the bottom bunk and gather my thoughts. Bell is lost in re-reading the note. I realize I need to get air.

I get up and grab my leather jacket and quickly put a pair of black tights and slip on a pair of blue/black Nikes. I reach for the door, unlatch the lock and slip out. The last thing I hear is Bell calling for me.

SHAKE RATTLE AND HUM

Lower Level, 7 Empire Builder Train, On Route

I run so fast down the stairs I nearly hit a train porter.

"Watch it, lady," he hisses at me.

I spin out of his way. "Sorry."

I move up through car after car ignoring the sleeping people or the ones watching Netflix or playing a video game. No one looks at me and sees the frightened eyes, the raw snake weaving around my stomach, ready to eat me. I go into the lounge snack car.

Dim lighting.

The soda machine lights up part of the car.

The clack, clack of the train makes the car oddly soothing to my raging heart. There is no one in the lounge car.

I don't have any money. I decide to go up to the soda machine and put my hand on the glass. I concentrate and say, "Drink and chocolate bar." A blue buzz shoots out of my hand, and a bottle of water drops down and a Hersey's bar.

"Holy shit. I have power."

I grab the bottle of water and the chocolate bar. I open the water and take a large swig. I look over the back of the car and slide myself into a booth. I feel odd. I have woken up. I get that. I have experienced the most intense fucking sex with my best friend that has blown my mind apart. Is that good? I do believe it is. The complication is I don't know the details of Bell's past. I am shocked out of my thoughts with the lyrical voice that has enveloped me for over two years.

"Priya."

Her voice is music, soft, and hurting. I don't turn around. I am frozen. I am so hoping that she can't see me because I am lost in the shadows. I feel her coming closer. I feel her hand, her small hand rub into my shoulder. God, those fingers are shooting electrical currents into the erotic soul. Damn her. Damn her. I want her to fuck me.

"Take a seat, Bell," I say almost a whisper. I try hard not to have any emotion attached to it.

She sits down across from me. She has been crying. Her eyes are puffed. I want to kiss the pain away from her. What am I saying! What about me?

Okay, play it cool, Priya.

She is wearing a blue flannel over her singlet, and she looks delicious.

"It was a message. Gunnar is my betrothed. I am bisexual Priya, and I am proud of that. I will explain all about that later. Anyway, he wants more from me than I am willing to give, at this stage. I have been away from him for a while now, and he is reaching out, that's all. That's the honest truth. [Scinlase Witch] "To be more than you are, you have to look inside first."

That familiar sensation rocks into my head. I close my eyes. I feel the language. It's ancient. Old. Really old. It is familiar to me deep in my soul. Boom! I got it.

[Scinlase Witch] "Love has more to it than simply reaching its shores," I quote. I love speaking this language.

Bell has tears in her eyes.

"Yes," she says in English and wipes her eyes. "Can I read to you what he wrote in Scinlase? You will understand."

I take a sip of Soda. "Okay," I reply softly.

Bell takes out the piece of paper from her sweats. Mind you her pants are called sweats, but these suckers look so hot on her. Priya. Listen. Be patient.

Bell speaks slowly. "I miss you. It has been a long time. Be careful. The Warshari are on the move and not afraid to show themselves. I knew you would be on this train. I cannot wait to see you again. There is something between us that is yet to be explored.

[ Scinlase Witch] "The heavens may crash and fall, but our union has the hallmark of a life without pain, just joy." Please think about us. We will talk soon. G.

I put my hands under my legs to stop shaking. I do not know what to think other than he wants her so bad. Like achingly bad.

"He's got it bad," I blurt out.

Bell laughs. "But he ain't getting it bad or otherwise." She leans over and kisses me deeply on the mouth. One kiss melts my weak ice cream emotions. One kiss to ignite the feelings I have for this amazing creature. Oh, I got it bad, too.

Bell smiles at me; her grin is so warming. Her teeth shine in the night. "You are a badass virgin." Her pathetic attempt at sounding like some chieftain cracks me up.