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6.40 - ❤ Sofia II

Sofia lay on the bed, naked from the waist up, while Natalie ran a tongue around her nipple, blue eyes locked to Sofia's own. Sofia kept her hands by her sides, fingers clenched in the sheets, and didn't make any motion to move them—frozen solid as Natalie lavished attention on her.

She tried to make sense of her thoughts. There was the easy-to-understand aspect: the way her body was responding, her breath coming in heavy pants, her heart hammering in her chest. The rising heat that wasn't just radiating from the parts Natalie was touching, but everywhere else, making her entire body sensitive, if not hypersensitive. The way her legs were clenching against one another, the growing need between her thighs. All of that was easy, if embarrassing, to acknowledge and understand. Because of course it felt good. Of course when she was touched, her body would respond.

But the intensity. Why was Natalie's touch so

effective?

Why did Sofia feel like she was melting, just by having her breasts toyed with? Like Natalie had said, they weren't even doing much, yet. Not compared to what was coming.

And

that

was what made her truly dizzy—what was coming. Where this was leading. More than that, with who it was happening

.

Natalie. That was what muddled her thoughts. Why could this girl draw this sort of reaction from her so? Set her on fire with a few simple touches?

And why was she being so gentle? This wasn't an arrogant opponent taking advantage of a hastily made bet, like had been the atmosphere of previous encounters. This was a lover's touch. A lover's lips wrapped around her nipple, sucking and flicking the hard nub, holding eye contact the entire time.

"I think the part that drives me crazy," Natalie murmured, lifting up, leaving a glistening nipple exposed to the cool air. "Is how perfect you are, right up until I get my hands on you. Do you know what that does to me? It's just not fair."

"How ... perfect I am?" Sofia asked, the words catching her by surprise.

Natalie smiled at her. She held Sofia's chin between her thumb and forefinger and ran her thumb over her lips. "Oh, don't play coy with me. You know how amazing you are." She leaned forward and brought her lips to Sofia's, so close that when she whispered, they brushed against each other with each word. "Or are you just fishing for compliments? Because I

will

give them to you, princess."

"You ... will?" she breathed.

She blinked at her own response—how obvious it was.

Natalie laughed, and kissed her, chaste and quick. "Not only," she started in a low voice, "were you always the best fighter in the entire province, you were also the prettiest. You know that? The most composed and mature. And even when I was being a dick, you would always respond with such ... grace, I guess. I honestly thought it was arrogance. Your petty way of getting under my skin while staying above it all. Our rivalry. But I think I had you wrong." Her lips quirked up. "Well, mostly wrong. You're definitely a little arrogant." She softened the words with another kiss. "But you deserve to be, I guess. Seeing how you're perfect, and everything."

"What are you saying?" Sofia stammered out. Where had

this

come from? It was one thing to be soft and gentle, but this was something else entirely. "And ..." she said. "T-The prettiest? You think so?"

With horror, Sofia realized that she

was

fishing for compliments. And she was being so

obvious

about it

.

"Oh, yeah," Natalie said, grinning. "I could start with your hair," she said, slipping both hands through her white locks. She moved closer and pressed her forehead against Sofia's, entwining her fingers through strands at the back of her head. "It's so silky," she said, curling and uncurling her fingers, getting a feel for her. The motion sent shivers down Sofia's spine. "And that bright white color," she whispered. "The pale blue eyes ... you've always seemed, I don't know, almost too pretty to be real. When I call you princess, it's only half about the attitude, you know."

Sofia was melting. Literally. She was going to turn into a puddle at any second. How could those words do this to her? Finding a response was entirely beyond her. And even worse—even better?—Natalie kept going, lavishing the compliments on.

"And the part that makes it

really

unfair," she said, "is how good you are at what you do, too. Do you know how infuriating it is, losing to someone for a decade straight? Why do you get to be everything? Gorgeous, smart, determined, skilled, poised, strong—I could keep listing them all night long and not run out."

"Y-You're laying it on too thick," Sofia mumbled, forcing herself to drag her eyes away from Natalie's, turning her head to the side.

"Do I sound like I'm saying it just to tease?"

No. She didn't. Maybe teasing was partially the point—but she sounded earnest, too. That was the part that Sofia almost couldn't understand.

How was she supposed to lay here and take those sorts of compliments? It was just way too much.

And not nearly enough. She wanted more.

"I can't decide which is more fun," Natalie murmur-laughed. "Bossing you around, or telling you how amazing you are. It's incredible, I think the second actually makes you

more

uncomfortable." She grabbed Sofia's chin and turned her face back to her own, forcing their eyes to meet again. "Want me to keep going? I've got hours of content when it comes to you."

Yes. She did want Natalie to continue.

And no, absolutely not, she couldn't stand a single more second of the flattery. She might literally combust.

It was a very confusing mix of emotions, laying there both desperately wanting, if not needing, Natalie to keep going, yet also fighting away the urge to wiggle out from underneath her and sprint away.

In fact, Sofia decided, she definitely couldn't handle more. With Natalie opening her mouth, she was forced to take desperate action. Her hand snuck up, brushing against Natalie's skirt, then more firmly into her. She was, unsurprisingly, erect, something Sofia had been more than aware of. She palmed her bulge through her clothing and squeezed, prompting a groan from Natalie.

"Princess?"

"Are you really going to use all night to just

talk?"

Sofia asked.

It was a dangerous deflection, especially because it worked as effectively as she'd hoped—or feared. A hungry look appeared in Natalie's eyes. She leaned up, and Sofia kept her hand on her, squeezing the firm outline of her shaft, the only surefire way to stop the compliments: redirecting her attention elsewhere.

"No," Natalie said, a glint appearing in her eye. "No, I won't." She reached down, took hold of Sofia's pants by the waistband, and slid them down—along with her underwear. Sofia's breath hitched as the last two pieces of her clothing were tossed to the floor, leaving her fully exposed.

Swallowing, Sofia's attention turned up to the ceiling, too embarrassed to so much as twitch a finger. Natalie slid off the bed, and there was some shuffling as she removed her own clothes. Then she was crawling back onto the bed, over top of Sofia. Sofia looked down, taking in Natalie's nakedness, just in time for a hand to slip between her thighs, a finger running gently up her slit—making her suck in a breath of surprise.

"In fact, I think I'll get to business right now, if you don't mind," she said.

6.41 - ❤ Sofia III

Maybe Sofia had saved herself from further mortification from Natalie's earnest flattery—and where had that come from, anyway?—but having the girl naked, peppering kisses down her chest, stomach, and onto her thighs, was overwhelming in its own right. She was barely able to keep her eyes on Natalie in the first place, her gaze taking refuge instead in the ceiling, panting hot air as she tried to make sense of her thoughts.

"You're more pent up than I thought you'd be," Natalie said, running a finger up her slit. Sofia's hips twitched in response, her sex well and soaked with anticipation. "Look how sensitive you are, already. I'm wondering, should I get you off once, so you can last longer? Then again," she murmured, "it'd be pretty cute if you finished as soon as I put it in. I'm pretty tempted to try for that."

Oh, gods.

That

awful topic again. Her quickness. And the worst part was that Natalie might not be far off from the truth.

Would

she be able to last more than a few seconds, in the current state she was in? With her head a muddled mess, her thoughts slow and incoherent, and worse, her body tingling, hyper-sensitive to every touch? If Natalie's fingers could do this to her, then what would—well, something else of hers do?

She squeezed her eyes closed, feeling like she was overheating. The bed indented as Natalie shifted her weight around, and she felt the other girl adjust herself so that they were lying side by side, with Natalie's breasts pressing into her shoulder. One hand snaked around her leg to gently rest on her pussy. Not rubbing at her. Just sitting there, overtop her pussy, cupping her lightly—taunting in nature. Her sex throbbed, and she felt ready to explode. Natalie's breath was warm on her neck.

"I'm gonna miss the bet being over," she said, and with her voice so close to Sofia, she was forced to open her eyes again. She regretted it as soon as she met Natalie's gaze, the hungry yet soft expression there. It ensnared her entirely.

"There ... will still be the collar," Sofia found herself saying.

"Sure. But that's not the same." Natalie pressed down, the base of her palm putting pressure on Sofia's clit. Her lower half jerked in response, and a sound between a whimper and a groan bubbled up from her throat, completely unbidden. "The collar is yours," she said. "You get to pick when to use it. Right now, with the bet still going, I own you. I get to do whatever I want, per the terms of our agreement. Since you wouldn't ever ruin your honorable reputation by refusing me, right?" The last sentence dripped with mockery, but not of the rude sort, rather more—a shared joke. Purposefully pointing out the pretense shared between them.

"Honestly," Natalie continued, slowly drawing her hand up Sofia's stomach, so that her middle finger could rub little circles around her clit. "I haven't made nearly good enough use of the bet in the first place. I mean, I could've had you in my bedroom every night, couldn't I? Using a lot more than just your mouth."

"That," Sofia breathed, head swimming. "That would've been your prerogative, yes."

"But I'm too nice," Natalie tutted, shaking her head. "I had to work you into it. And even with all your training, look how you're trembling."

She was, indeed, trembling. She hadn't noticed. Every inch of her skin tingled, the effect most intense between her legs, and also on her neck, where Natalie pressed her lips and began to nibble. She rubbed away at Sofia's clit with an infuriatingly gentle motion, bringing her closer to that edge with an unfair speed, despite the total lack of intensity in the movement.

Then, done playing with her, Natalie sat up. She pulled Sofia's waist, moving her legs, repositioning the two of them so that Natalie was kneeling between her thighs, her cock gripped in one hand. Sofia's mind went white as Natalie tugged her in, pressing Sofia's ass into her thighs. She slowly draped her cock out across her pussy, rubbing the underside of her shaft against Sofia's wet slit.

Sofia shuddered. Her fingers dug into the sheets, while Natalie let out a long breath of her own, looking down raptly at where they were pressed together. She pulled her hips back, and the hot, thick shaft slid down her pussy, parting her lips just slightly, rubbing against her clit. Sofia's hips bucked involuntarily upward, and another groan escaped the back of her throat.

She really

might

come undone as soon as Natalie put it in. That would be unbelievably mortifying.

Natalie stopped pulling back when her tip had lined up with Sofia's entrance. "So wet," she murmured, wiggling herself against Sofia, rubbing in little circles that just barely prodded her open. "You're ready?"

She froze at the question.

It was happening, then.

Natalie's cock was kissing her entrance, and all she had to do was say yes. She would be ... deflowered. Taken. Claimed.

It should have been an easy thing, to simply open her mouth and confirm the obvious. She was already here, naked on Natalie's bed, her heart pounding like a drum, her body flushed and hot.

And one part of her demanded that she say yes, that she was ready. It was almost obscene how desperately she needed Natalie inside her. There was an emptiness aching to be filled. It was making it hard to think. Hard to do anything other than imagine what it would feel like, for Natalie to finally fuck her. Own her. Breed her. Looking down her body to see that thick shaft poised to slide inside didn't help matters; the sight made her dizzy.

But the less base, the less needy part of her, hesitated.

Her thoughts went to those conversations with Jordan.

"It's ..." Sofia found herself saying. "It isn't just about the bet, though, right?"

Her voice sounded small to her own ears.

Natalie blinked.

"I... I don't want my first time ..." Sofia found herself saying, the words feeling like they weren't even being spoken by her. "I don't want my first time, to just be someone's conquest."

Natalie froze.

Sofia instantly squeezed her eyes shut, mortification washing through her. Where were these words coming from? They'd bubbled up, born from insecurity, and she'd

needed

to say something. Needed clarification.

"I ... mean something to you?" Sofia asked.

The question hung in the air. A long, infinite second. Then the bed was shifting as Natalie moved—and lips were suddenly on Sofia's own. Her eyes shot open to find Natalie there, holding her mouth against Sofia's in a tender kiss that left her entirely too stunned to reciprocate.

Then it broke, and Natalie spoke, barely a whisper. "You're not just another

anything

, Sofia. Are you kidding me?" She sounded genuinely baffled. "There's

never

been someone I've been so ..." she trailed off, her brow furrowing in confusion. As if she didn't know what word to pick to finish the statement.

And Sofia didn't need her to. Relief washed through her, hearing her earnestness. And, honestly, Sofia didn't know how she would phrase her feelings, either. The two of them had spent the majority of their lives as ... not enemies, but definitely rivals. Frustrated admiration, competitiveness, and antagonism being the dominant theme of their interactions. But, also, maybe something else, that whole time, too?

Jordan's words, a second time, came back to her. Their discussions earlier.

Her strategy.

Sofia flushed, and glanced away, suddenly embarrassed. She bit her lip.

"It's just, you'll be my first, you know," she found herself saying. "Even if we aren't ... a thing, maybe I would want ... a bit of the girlfriend experience, first? To not just be used?" Was she really stealing Jordan's plan, play-by-play? If anyone understood Natalie though, it

would

be Jordan. Sofia's heart slammed so hard it felt like it would come out of her throat. "It would just, make me feel better about this arrangement, I guess?"

And how had Jordan said to end it?

She fluttered her big, blue, vulnerable eyes.

Natalie seemed almost like she'd been struck by lightning.

"A date? You want a date?"

"Or whatever," Sofia stammered.

"A date," Natalie said more firmly. "I didn't know— I thought you—" She rolled off Sofia, suddenly, her naked skin no longer touching Sofia's. "Of course," she said. "Okay. Yes. A date. I would love to."

She ... would?

A warm feeling grew in Sofia's chest, replacing the anxiety, flooding it all away. A part of Sofia had almost thought she'd be laughed at for making the request. That Natalie would insist it

was

all just about the bet they had made, and how ridiculous of her for thinking otherwise. That she wouldn't get 'a girlfriend experience,' because that wasn't what this was. Tonight was just Natalie taking her long-awaited prize.

But no. Of course not. The charade was just a charade, as she'd always known. However little she'd inspected the arrangement inside her own head.

And not that she knew what was

under

the charade, either. Not truly.

"Great," Sofia said. "Um. Thank you."

With that clarified—though not much had

actually

been clarified—Sofia came back to awareness of their situation.

Now what?

They were still naked in bed together, after all.

And had—had Natalie taken all of that in the wrong way?

"Not that, um, I'm saying we need to stop," Sofia said.

Natalie paused, then turned her head to look at her. A smile slowly grew on her lips, and Sofia suddenly had a bad feeling.

"Nope," Natalie said. "Nice try. I've decided I've been taking things too fast." She placed a hand on Sofia's pelvic area and patted. "You're not getting fucked tonight." She pecked a kiss onto Sofia's lips—which, despite everything, managed to scramble her thoughts, even the brief contact—and sat up in bed. She shuffled off, stood, and scooped up her clothing, tossing Sofia's to her as she did.

"H-Hey," Sofia said, catching her blouse. "What? We're not done, are we?"

"The

girlfriend experience

means the date comes first," Natalie said authoritatively—no argument to be brooked in her voice. "So that's what's happening." She slipped on her panties. "What day are you thinking? Next week's probably gonna be busy."

Sofia lay there, gaping in disbelief at Natalie, her core aching with need. All of the effects of Natalie's foreplay hadn't gone anywhere. And in fact, with Natalie so easily accepting plans for a date, and ... all of the things she'd said, her earnestness, any remote reservations and anxiety of Sofia's had been erased. She was, in fact, far more than just 'ready,' in that moment.

But Natalie kept putting her clothes on.

Sofia wasn't going to be getting any relief tonight, was she?

After all that?

After being more pent up and sensitive than maybe ever in her life?

Natalie laughed. "C'mon, princess. Get dressed. It's not happening."

One thing bubbled to the forefront of Sofia's confused thoughts, past the indignation, the lingering arousal, the embarrassment, the confusion, and even—the happiness?

That this was all Jordan's fault. She'd planted that seed, and Sofia had needed to open her mouth. And now the long-awaited night had been cut off unceremoniously.

Sofia would

definitely

be having some choice words with that woman, tomorrow.

6.42 - Thinking Never Helps

For the first time in a while, Natalie lay alone in her bedroom without someone to accompany her. She'd intended to spend the night with Sofia, but that hadn't come to pass; the white-haired girl had scurried back to her room once it became clear she wouldn't be 'taking advantage' of their bet.

Normally Natalie would have gone and gotten Jordan, but then she would have to explain what happened with Sofia, and more than that, Jordan would have asked all kinds of questions. Questions Natalie didn't know how to answer.

Hence, she was alone in her bed for the first time in a while, and while it was cold and unwelcoming not having her best friend lying there to keep her warm, she did, at least, appreciate the moment of calm. To think about a very puzzling situation.

Sofia. Clearly, Natalie had misjudged a few things there. Not only about Sofia, but also about herself. Because she hadn't been

planning

to handle the night like she had. With soft touches and compliments, not even telling Sofia to put her collar on. The girl had looked so nervous that Natalie hadn't been able to help herself. And when she'd responded so positively to the gentle treatment, Natalie had wanted to keep laying in more compliments, turning that blush even redder.