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♡ 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐌𝐞 ♡

💋 𝕷. 𝕮𝖆𝖑𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖚 𝖝 𝖋𝖊𝖒!𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗

💋 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙 — 3.9 k

💋 𝖙𝖆𝖌𝖘 — EXTREME, nsfw, date night, established relationship, praise, mommy kink, squirting, fingering, cunnilingus, vaginal fisting, bottom!reader

💋𝐀𝐨𝟑

— minors dni —

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The night wrapped Lilia and you in chilled, fresh air—a perfect contrast to the staleness you'd breathed inside the theatre, stuck in a box for over two hours watching Evita. It had been well worth it. You'd both dressed up in pearls and diamonds and evening gowns—all a glamour, of course—and sat together watching and listening to the story unfold. You'd rested your head against Lilia's shoulder when you'd gotten tired and felt the subtle vibrations of her humming along.

She had a weakness for theatre and musicals, and you had a weakness for her.

You should take her out more often like this, with wine and dinner in a private restaurant corner first and then a show. She carried a smile that spanned from ear to ear as the two of you walked through the moonlit car park. Her shawl rested in her arm bends, exposing her shoulders to the night and to you as the bardot style of her black dress left them bare. Her nicely draped cleavage was the cherry on top. You couldn't take your eyes off her. Both a little tipsy—you'd only had two glasses each and that had been hours ago—and all but floating after this wonderful evening.

"It's rude to stare," she quipped, sending you a look that made your heart stop. "And if you really want me to fulfil my part of the night, I expect exceptional manners."

Your cheeks burnt at the mention of what was to come. The special deal you'd struck a few nights ago when Lilia had been between your thighs, out of breath after eating you out like you've never been before. You'd caressed her silver curls out of her face as she'd rested her head on the inside of your thigh. But you have to take me out first, she'd demanded.

And so you'd taken her out.

Linking your arm with hers, you brushed your lips to the side of her face as you walked. "And what does that entail, Madame Calderu?"

You felt her smile against your lips and kissed the new curve of her cheek before she turned her head. Her eyes darted from yours to your lips and back up. "No lipstick smudges, for starters," she teased and stopped so you could correct her bright red lipstick with your thumb nail.

"There, all done." You had a dumb smile on your face; you knew it, but it didn't matter. Note when you had the most beautiful woman on your arm, who you'd fallen so madly in love with over the course of the last year after you'd met her in a bar on karaoke night where she'd sang You Must Love Me to you. You hadn't been able to fall asleep that night. "Anything else that would delight my lady?"

"Mh, I'd like to be the passenger seat princess tonight," she mused.

"That can be arranged."

You'd have to drive barefoot since your heels would make it impossible otherwise, but as long as Lilia's ancient truck didn't break down in the middle of nowhere, you were more than happy to do it. It must've been a hilarious image, the two of you dressed like Old Money, fleeing the scene in a worn-down truck with the paint peeling off.

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The road was empty but also barely lit, which meant it demanded your full attention. It didn't help that Lilia, although looking out of the window like the picture of innocence, toyed with the hem of your dress on your thigh, the large rings on her fingers brushing cool against your skin.

"What, baby?" she mocked. A shudder ran down her spine as it did whenever she used this term. "If you can't take a bit of teasing, what will you do once I'm wrist-deep inside you?"

She stole the breath from your lungs, your thighs tensing and pressing together under her touch, where she most certainly noticed. A low chuckle rumbled from her chest. She was enjoying this, the witch. And after she'd been the one with reservations at first!

"You're unbelievable, Lilia," you huffed with affection. "Do I have to fuck the insolence out of you first?"

Lilia gasped in faux offence and swatted your thigh, sending another wave of arousal to your core. You clutched the steering wheel for dear life and swallowed hard when she dug her almond-shaped gel nails into your flesh.

"Quite a big mouth for someone who couldn't stop begging me for more."

"Oh, shut up." You grinned at her, a mischievous glint in your eye, and added, "I love you."

"Love you too, honey," she said and released your thigh from her claws, resuming to light caresses.

A few moments passed in comfortable silence, with the dark rows of trees passing by like monsters lurking in the shadows and the car casting cones of light on the street ahead.

"Are you sure about this?" she asked later, a similar concern in her voice like on the night you'd first spoken about it. "I mean, it's quite a... big deal, isn't it? You could tear or—

"Stop worrying, darling," you shushed her gently. "I can never get enough of you. I want to feel you inside of me, all of you. It's not about the stretch or—can you understand that?"

"Yeah, I guess," she said, but her tone gave away that her mind was drifting off, either into worries or one of her visions. You hoped it was the first, since her visions tended to ruin your nights with her being thrown from one time line into the other, writhing and weeping, and you trying to hold her fragile mind together in this state.

Lilia inuldged your sexual adventurousness even though she preferred it simple. When she'd been younger, she'd already had her share of kink and fetish, she'd said, she didn't need that anymore. But you thought there was more to it. She'd been alone for a long time before you'd come along, hadn't been touched or loved, and it had left her self-conscious and timid in bed. She came from a time where female pleasure was a foreign concept and brute force had dominated bed chambers.

You'd never push her. She liked your tongue and fingers; she liked it when you took your time, but toys and more extravagant practices she didn't look at twice. Except for one thing, but other than that, for you, she'd wear the strap on every now and again and would force you to come until you saw stars should you ask so, but if it was up to her, she preferred the quiet, slow intimacy. Which was why it had taken you a lot of courage to request this of her, and you hadn't expected her to agree at all.

When you pulled up in front of the shop, your home, you opened the door for her and offered your hand to help her out, your heels dangling from your fingers. She had come down from her post-theatre high but still seemed pleased. Inside, you had the largest bouquet of roses you could afford waiting for her, dripping red like her lips. She brought her hands to her face in surprise, looking between you and the flowers. "You got those for me?"

"No, they're actually for my mistress; they must've been delivered to the wrong address."

"Very funny," she bit back and set her purse and shawl on the table to go and smell the roses. How you wished you could snap a picture with your eyes of this moment and keep it treasured forever in your mind. She breathed their scent in, and you came up behind her, placed your hand on her back, and caressed it up and down.

"I'm glad you like them."

The anticipation had you buzzing already.

Lilia came up and reached out to cup the side of your neck, pulling you into a slow, tender kiss. You pulled her in by the small of her back and tugged at her painted bottom lip, her smile against your mouth the greatest delight of them all. She had the widest smile, a big mouth in every sense of the word, and you loved it. Her nose bumped into your cheek as the kiss deepened, hungered, starved. All the tension and arousal that had gradually built during your night out broke through, and you had half a mind to lift her up onto the small table, bury your hands in her hair, and leave bite marks all over her body.

You parted for air but allowed not more than hair's width between your faces, noses still brushing. Hers was so perfectly crooked; it was your favourite thing to run your fingertip down the bridge of it. She made fun of you for how much you adored her, rightfully so—you were a fool.

Giggling out of pure, spontaneous joy, you pulled her closer with your arms wrapped tight around her lower back and peppered her mouth with more kisses while her hands rested against your chest. "Hey, you," she chuckled. "What's gotten into you, silly?"

"Nothing. Nothing at all," you said and brushed a kiss to her forehead, amidst the curls. "Espresso?"

"Only if I'm making it."

"I have bed duty then, hm?"

"Looks like it."

You wiggled an eyebrow at her before turning heel and making quick work of the wall bed that was not quite big enough to fit two people, but you made do with it. Once it was set and the bedding smoothed out, you got the bottle of lube out of the drawer and laid a towel on top of the bed. Though you didn't want to make it look too clinical and made sure to cover it with enough pillows and blankets and lit some sweet, scented candles to combat Lilia's incense. You'd be lying if you said your nerves weren't all over the place. This was new for you too, but you looked forward to it, to Lilia.

She came to you with the small cups, and you patted the space next to you on the bed for her to sit, which she did. She patted your knee and kept her hand there as she took the first sip. Her hand shook a little, indicative of how nervous she too was. "You're staring again, honey," she admonished playfully, tapping her fingers on your knee.

You downed the espresso in one go, felt the bitterness rush down your throat, and gently took her empty cup from her hands, setting it on the table before pulling her down to lie with you, half on top. Her cleavage all but spilt out of her dress in this position, and you traced your finger along the neckline, asking for permission to free what had already broken out of its confines.

"Go on, then, doll," she said and followed as your fingers worked to tug the dress down enough to scoop her breasts out of it. She leaned over you and captured your lips as you fondled her large, hardened nipples, filled your hands with her full breasts, and caressed every bit of skin you could reach. Her breath wasn't as even anymore, and neither was yours. "It's only fair now that you strip too."

Taking Lilia's hand in yours, you guided it to the zipper on the side of your dress, under your arm, and together, with locked eyes, you pulled it down. She flipped it open and pulled it from under you with your help, leaving you naked beneath her. Your heart thudded against your chestbone at the sight of her with her dress folded down her middle and her glorious breasts hanging close to your face.

"C'mon, I know you want to," she said, smirking down on you as she brushed a wisp of hair from your forehead. Her fingers then travelled down the median of your body, tickling it with her magic. "Suck momma's tits."

Your lashes fluttered and fresh heat pooled between your legs, but you stopped fighting the urge and reached for her breasts, guiding one to your mouth and trapping her nipple in your hot cavern. She let out a breathy "mh" and dipped her fingers between your folds.

"Oh god," you breathed out around her stiff peak before sucking it back between your lips.

"Honey, you're burning up down there..." Lilia murmured, gathering your wetness up and spreading it over your folds. "And so soaked... Do we even need lube, hm? You'll take me raw?"

You halted your sucking aprubtly and stared at her wide eyes.

"I'm fucking with you, baby," she said, kissing you again with amusement prickling on her lips. She was enjoying this more than you'd expected. "Relax for me, yes?"

Nodding, you latched onto Lilia's breast again and swirled your tongue around her pebbled areola, grapsing her soft waist between your hands as she drew her thumb in tight circles over your clit. Tingles spread all over your sex, and little sounds of pleasure escaped you amidst your eager suckling.

"So good for momma," Lilia praised and brushed her knuckles along your cheekbone, nudging you away from her nipple. "Now open those legs a little wider; I'm gonna need some space to make you feel nice."

To your embarrassment, you obeyed without further ado, helpless now that you didn't have her breast to soothe yourself with anymore. Your breath shuddered and your ribcage expanded wide as she moved down your body, tickling your sides in the process as she planted a path of kisses down the middle of your stomach, leaving faint lipstick prints there.

"I'm crazy for you, Lilia," you breathed out, already feeling on the verge of losing your mind. "I might not survive it."

Lilia reached your mound, kissed it, and then sat back, kneeling between your legs that she angled and spread with care. "I've been blamed for many things, hon, but that not among them."

"And you'll be fine, just fine," she cooed, squeezing the bottle of lube to gather some of the viscous fluid in the hollow of her hand. "If at any point you want to stop, I'll stop. You know that. Right?"

"Yeah," you whispered, squirming for attention. Her touch had been gone too long, and air brushed over your drenched folds when you'd rather it be her.

Lilia sank her fingers into your slit—the cold lube on them made you shiver and breathe quicker—and lathered it generously, circling your entrance and then nudging your clit again to prepare you.

"Hng," you mewled, clutching the sheets. You were already so sensitised to her touch, full of unrestrained anticipation. "Fuck, darling, please."

You propped yourself up and stretched out your hand, asking Lilia to take it. She did. She squeezed it, held it, kept it in her own as she held your gaze and waited for your nod before pushing two fingers past your entrance. Your head dropped back, and a forceful breath expelled from your lungs while your fingers remained firmly locked.

"Shh, baby. Just give in; I've got you." She bent her neck to feather kisses around your clit, making your walls flutter around her fingers as she probed them further. "Are you ready for the next?"

You brought your head back up with great difficulty and looked at her through dazed eyes. "Okay."

"What a sight," she said under her breath, smiling fondly at you before lowering her gaze to your puffy folds as she prodded her third finger—with a ring on it—against the sensitive flesh. She rubbed her thumb over your knuckles as she eased it in, and you suppressed a groan, gave another squeeze before she pressed the gold ring inside as well. "Beautiful. Look at that."

"Fuck!" you ground out, feeling so full already. Three fingers you'd taken before—three was no problem, but your arousal was through the roof regardless, and you feared you wouldn't last long.

Lilia lowered herself to lie between your legs, more or less on her stomach, and rested your joined hands on your hip bone. Your hand automatically flew into her hair. She peppered kisses to the inside of your thigh, soothing you, waiting for you to come down before she attempted the next finger.

"So good for momma. My little darling. My little doll," she murmured into your thigh, nuzzling it. "Nice and easy..."

Your thundering heartbeat calmed a little as you focused on her affections—the feeling of her hair twirling around your fingers, her hand intertwined with yours. Sweat had begun to bead on your forehead, and you felt excruciably hot.

"More, momma," you said with an unsteady voice and opened your legs further. "I can take more."

Upon your words, Lilia curled her fingers inside you and resumed to move them gently back and forth, seeing how you'd react. Your features scrunched up, but you breathed through it, giving her the confidence to add her pinky. She flattened her fingers palm-up and withdrew a little; they came into your view, and it nearly took your breath away to see yourself so stuffed when she slid all four back into you. The stretch was bearable, but not without discomfort. Your hold on her hand tightened a little as she pushed to the knuckles, and she studied your face closely.

"Good girl," she praised, trying to distract you from your tight cunt wrapping snugly around her fingers. "Look at me. I want to see those pretty eyes."

Your eyes were glazed when you shifted your attention to her, and you bit your lip as pleasure buzzed through you. Not long now; you prayed you wouldn't come before she had all inside you, or you'd push her out with the contractions.

"Don't touch my clit now. I'll come," you warned her, and she nodded. "Oh, God, Lilia. This is so—I'm—I've never felt anything like this."

"I know, I know, baby." She let you stroke her hair for comfort, and you felt up in the clouds, overwhelmed with impending pleasure, the sheer monstrosity of the looming orgasm. She gave little pulses with her fingers to keep you open. "You're loosening up so nicely for me. See that? The last one will fit easily."

"Give me a minute; I need—kiss me?"

"Of course." She came up with some difficulty; the narrow bed creaked, with half her hand stuck in you and the other holding yours, but she tried her best not to show it and allow you this moment of connection. "Momma's baby can always have kisses."

She descended her plump lips onto your mouth and swept her tongue past your teeth, where you welcomed her willingly, eagerly, desperately. It was all the comfort you needed in the face of this challenge, this test of your trust in her. Her sighs emboldened you, and you surged up to kiss her more fiercely and nip at her lip. Her tongue dominated yours easily; she shifted it however she wanted and wrapped it around yours.

"Now," you grunted in the midst of your passion, letting go of her hand and lacing your arms around her neck instead.

Her mind seemed to stop for a few seconds—tick, tick, tick...—and she just took you in. Her pupils swallowing the deep brown of her eyes, her lips parted, her whole body still, just still. It was you who twitched and fluttered around her four fingers.

Was she giving you time to change her mind or herself?

"Lilia?"

"Yes, um.. yeah." Her breath came out shaky, and she rested her forehead against yours, closing her eyes. "Let's do this. We can do this."

You cupped her face. "We can."

Once she had taken another long breath, she adjusted her angle and rubbed her thumb over your clit a few times. You whimpered and meweled, and then her thumb moved down to your entrance, traced, hovered, and then one of your hands dropped to clutch the sheets as she twisted her full hand into you with an obscene, wet, sploshing sound.

You gasped for air, cursed, moaned, keened, whined—all of them together as you pressed yourself to Lilia, the bone of your skull against your forehead almost crushing, and she turned her fist in and out of you like a drill, slowly, gently, unbelievably stretching you. So open, so full, so good.

Your heart and muscles raced towards orgasm, your pelvic floor rocked, your walls clenching around the intrusion, trying to adjust. Your chest was flushed and heaving; a layer of sweat spread over your whole body. You were swollen and sore, so sore as the pleasure mounted.

"Look at you," Lilia said, her hand on the side of your face, her thumb brushing relentless crescents on your cheek. "So proud, baby. Momma's so proud. You've got all of me inside you, just like you wanted."

"Mh-hm," you hummed. "Ah—momma—mh—uck-fuck-fuck. Shit. God, I'm gonna—I'm gonna—come!"

And it all came crashing down on you.

"Yes, honey. Come," she coaxed. "You've earned it. Such a good, good girl. So brave. Coming so pretty in momma's arms."

You screamed, convulsed, and thrashed around, thighs shaking violently and cunt clenching within an inch of your life around the hand resting deep inside you. It would not budge even as you gushed and flooded around it. You panted and moaned as wave after wave of orgasmic ecstasy washed over you and your vision blackened at the edges. Your ears rang, and you couldn't hear what Lilia said anymore as she continued to praise and coo to you.

Your feet and hands tingled, your sex throbbed and ached pleasantly, but you could not tolerate the stretch any longer. Unable to form a single word, you relied on Lilia's ability to read your face and drew your eyebrows together. She understood.

"Listen to me, baby," she said as your hearing started to come back. "On a count of three, you push against my hand. Yes?"

You nodded.

"One, two... three," she counted, and you pushed while she withdrew her hand that came out coated in a thick layer of your arousal and orgasm.

It was all you could do to collapse into the bed, fully spent and sated, boneless.

You faintly heard Lilia licking her fingers clean and moaning at your taste; the rest she wiped on the towel beneath you that had been worth putting there for sure. Once she had dried you and herself, she settled beside your limp, exhausted form and pulled the duvet over the both of you.

Lilia noted the blissful smile plastered across your face and hummed softly. "You did so good, my little darling," she whispered to you again and caressed the side of your neck, your shoulder, and nudged the tip of your nose.

"Thank you," you murmered and reached for her.

Recognising your weakness, Lilia scooted closer until your bodies were pressed together and cradled your head to her bosom. You nuzzled into her and clutched at her body until you were impossibly close and enveloped in her warmth.

"Sleep, baby," she said in a hushed voice. "Momma's here..."

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A/N: bear with me I'm still trying to figure out interactions but I saw y'all asking for the other chapters on here. they're all up on ao3 if you don't know already just thought they might be good here too. might rename the fic tho cuz you must love me was only supposed to be the title of this chapter as a one shot

#lilia calderu #lilia calderu x reader #lilia calderu fanfic

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sapphicapocrypha · 5 months ago

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♡ (𝐎𝐡) 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐌𝐞 ♡

💋 𝕷. 𝕮𝖆𝖑𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖚 𝖝 𝖋𝖊𝖒!𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗

💋 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙 — 5.3 k

💋 𝖙𝖆𝖌𝖘 — EXTREME, nsfw, established relationship, cunnilingus, squirting, rough, anal, mommy kink, (enchanted) strap-on, top!reader

💋𝐀𝐨𝟑

— no beta we die like lilia, minors dni—

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"Where have you been?" Lilia asked sharply when you came home in the middle of the night again. She tugged at the string that switched on the table lamp and crossed her arms, already in her nightie but with her hair still pinned up.

"Work?" You dropped your bag somewhere on the floor and shrugged off your coat. "The job I took on so we might one day get out of this hole?"

"Bullshit." The wrinkles around her lips deepened when she pursed them, lifting her hand that had a plastic bag dangling from it. You saw the logo. Fuck. "Who are they for?"

One by one, she fished the lacy G-strings from the bag and dropped them on the floor, quirking her eyebrow in expectation of an answer she already knew she wasn't going to accept.

"It's not what you think, Lilia." You picked the lingerie up as you approached her and put it on the table.

She shoved at you when you tried to collect her hands and turned away, sniffling. "Do I know her?"

"You silly old lady," you said and pulled out a chair for her, filling a glass of water under the sink.

"Is that it? You needed someone younger?" Lilia rested her forehead in her palm, hiding her eyes from you, shoulders slumped. "Someone less kookoo?"

Setting the glass in front of her, you sat down at the table, and this time succeeded in taking her hand, the one on her knee. "There is no one else."

"Then who are these for?" she huffed, flipping the panties up with her finger.

You blushed and leaned back, inhaling. "They're for you. Tomorrow is Valentine's Day and—don't start, I know, I know."

Lilia scoffed. "For me? You want me to believe that?"

This really wasn't how you thought this would go. For months, you'd worked your ass off trying to save money for this special surprise, and then you were foolish enough to leave half of it lying around in a clairvoyant witch's home. You should've known better. Well, time to get yourself out of this mess—if that was even still an option.

Brushing your thumb over Lilia's knuckles, you waited until she met your gaze. It still made your heart flutter. "I didn't take the job to save up for an apartment. Not primarily, at least."

"What for, then?"

"To take you out for a weekend at a fancy hotel and—with some extras. This weekend."

Lilia's lips parted, and she blinked a couple of times. "Why—?"

You had to suppress a laugh when you thought about how to explain this to her. "Our bed is very small, don't you think?"

"Yes, it is," Lilia answered but was visibly still confused as to what that had to do with the hotel. You watched the cogs turn, and then her eyes snapped back to yours. "Oh!"

You nodded, amused, and left your chair to perch on Lilia's lap, lacing your arms around her neck. The mascara on her lower lashes had smudged a bit, and her eyes still had some redness to them. You wiped under them and cupped her cheek. "Feeling better, momma?"

Rubbing her hands up and down your waist, Lilia nodded, and you pressed your lips to her hairline. "Let's go to bed then."

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The most luxurious hotel you could afford was one with the architecture of a castle—high ceilings, stucco, four-poster beds made for royalty. It wasn't a panorama-view skyscraper, but it was, against everything you stood for, romantic.

Nosy as she was, Lilia had tried to peek into the gym bag you had packed on multiple occasions, but you knew your witch too well and took precautions. The garden was the size of a football field at least, if not two, and had a fountain in the middle—though, if everything went according to plan, the two of you wouldn't be leaving your room once this weekend.

Eat, sleep, fuck. That was the itinerary.

Arriving in your room, Lilia's eyes lit up at the sight of the grand bed. She sat on the end and bounced, testing its softness, and bit her lip. Her feet didn't reach the ground; it was adorable. You laughed, and she let herself fall into it, letting out a reverberating sigh of joy. Stashing the gym bag back beside the bed, you kicked off your shoes and climbed on, crawling up her body until your face hovered over hers, just a kiss away.

"This is perfect, sweetie," she said, pulling you down by your nape. The kiss started slow and soft, but the thought of seeing her in the lingerie you'd picked out ignited a fire in your core that had you push your tongue between her lips until she welcomed it into her mouth. A quiet moan slipped past, and, in an effort to get closer to her, you bumped your knee between her legs, making her shudder.

"Oh, baby..." she hummed, taking a breath and catching your lips anew. Your fingers twined into her curls, covering themselves in strands of silver, and you couldn't help but leave her mouth and nip at her jawline, following a wrinkle down to her throat. "Wait..."

You let off and looked at her with a questioning expression.

"We've got time," she said. "Let's not rush this."

You massaged your thumb into the side of her neck. "You're right. I haven't even shown you my gift."

"Those flimsy panties?"

"No." You laughed. "There's more. But... speaking of it—why don't you try them on?"

You expected Lilia to protest, but she simply smirked and took the little bag from you as well as her own and disappeared into the bathroom.

The wait was excruciating.

Playing with the fine, white bedsheet, you considered whether you should change yourself or get naked right away, but Lilia was right: there was no rush. One thing at a time. Lilia was still getting used to this, and she needed you to be stable and patient.

The bathroom door opened, and not only did Lilia wear the golden mesh bra and g-string that matched her magic in color, but she also wore a flowing, see-through dressing gown over it. Upon closer inspection, you realized it was the fabric she'd been working with for weeks now. Thin chiffon, if you had to guess. Dark mauve. Tied in a neat bow at the waist, like a true present.

"You're staring," Lilia teased, and you scrambled to the end of the bed where she came to stand between your legs. Your hands found the curve of her hips on their own accord, feeling the chiffon, and beneath, her soft, supple skin, handfuls of it. The golden bra, sprinkled with the tiniest diamond splitters, peeked through and offered just the right place to kiss.

"Can you blame me?" You glanced up at her with utter adoration. "Look at you. You're perfect. So," you stamped more kisses to the swell of her breast, "mesmerizing. God, you're making me drip."

Lilia ran her fingers through your locks, humming low. She responded so well to your praise, and you dared say her confidence in her own body had grown over recent weeks because of it. You kneaded her flesh, caressed over her ass, and squeezed it, traced the gentle rolls on her back, and took the ribbon between your teeth, untying the robe to reveal her stomach.

More to kiss.

As you pecked down the middle of her stomach, Lilia sat beside you and diverted your attention to her lips, indulging in a long, wet kiss, her hand on your thigh, fingers twisting into your trousers.

"Happy Valentine's Day," you murmured as you pulled away, and Lilia smiled.

Reaching into your gym bag, you took out a box wrapped in shiny, red paper and gave it to Lilia. She set it on her lap and opened it with nimble fingers, pausing when she saw the content. Her breath hitched, and her fingers were unsteady when they ghosted over the items.

"We don't have to use all of them," you backtracked, fearing to have overwhelmed her. "Consider it more of a... suggestion box."

"Honey, I..." Lilia trailed off and picked up a small purple vibrator, turning it between her fingers.

"Yes?"

She put it back between the strap and handcuffs and set it aside, her posture slumping a little as if not sure what to say. You gave her time.

"Since we started... this—and with everything we tried and you're... You're amazing, you know?"

You couldn't tell whether this was going to be bad news or a love confession. Bravely, you reached for Lilia's hand and entwined your fingers, squeezing them.

"I've been getting these dreams. Of us."

Now that was interesting.

"Ah?" You smirked and brushed her collarbone, making her shiver. "Tell me more."

"There's a thing that keeps coming up, and I think... I think I really want it. To try it, at least."

Licking your lips, you gently pushed Lilia to lie on her back and kissed her, talking in between.

"Start at the beginning, my love," you said and parted the dressing gown to cup Lilia's breast through the bra, making her gasp. Her nipple hardened after a few swipes of your thumb, poking through the shimmering mesh, whimpering for your attention. You kissed it, over the mesh, rubbed, and pulled the bra down to expose the rosy peak to the air. Goosebumps pebbled up all over her chest.

"You wear a," she sucked in a breath as you blew air over her nipple, "strap-on, and I—I enchant it. On my knees. In front of you."

"I like the sound of that." You flicked your tongue against her and watched her chest flutter with a scattered intake of breath. Then a suck, then some more, and you already pulled the first noises of pleasure from her. Her tits were so sensitive.

"I lick it while I cast the spell," Lilia continued, closing her eyes as she focused on the sensations, "and weave my magic around the shaft with my tongue."

With a plop, you released her nipple from your mouth and took your affections lower, tickling her sides and burying yourself in her tummy. It gave in beneath you, melted away, and crinkled. You couldn't help but moan into her while toying with the strings around her hips.

"Go on, tell me everything," you coaxed and followed the curve of her thigh down to the crease connecting it with her vulva. The skin was already scaldingly hot and the hairs sticking out from under the slim cover of the panties were dewy. You traced the edge, up and down, up and down, until Lilia whimpered with impatience. "I'll continue if you do."

Lilia's thigh trembled when you grabbed it, pushing it open to make room for yourself.

"You—you start to feel it—the strap," she stammered, training her heavy-lidded eyes on you, "as if it were real."

"We lay down, and you—" Enjoying the tease, you ran your thumb over the front of the panties, and when you reached the hem, pulled them taut over her, so that the thin string pressed between her soaked folds. "Mh! Oh, God!" You pulled harder, tugged it around. "You fuck me." She squirmed, grabbing for any part of you. "And you come—inside and all over me!"

Releasing her panties, you soothed her with kisses to her inner thighs and purred, "You want to be my cumslut?"

"Don't make fun of me," Lilia whined, embarrassment flickering through as she tried to regain control of her breathing.

And you hadn't even started.

"I'm not." Hooking your arms under her plush thighs, you brushed your kisses closer to her center and sucked here and there, electrifying her nerves. "You know I love to indulge your every whim."

"Then what are you doing right now?" she asked, throwing her head back into the pillows in defeat.

"Driving you mad?"

"Right," she growled, and, cruel as you were, you wiped your index finger over the drenched panties covering her slit. "C'mon, baby. Be good for momma."

The change in tone had its desired effect on you, especially when Lilia propped herself up and raked her fingers over your scalp, guiding you towards the source of heat that simmered under the ornamented gold. Lured by her scent, you moved the string aside and revealed her pink, glistening folds to you.

Lilia sucked in a breath as you skimmed over them and held it when you spread her between thumb and index finger. Her clit was swollen, throbbing with blood, and so hot when you first took it on the tip of your tongue.

"That's it, baby!" Lilia sighed and plummeted into the pillows, keeping her hand on the back of your head, nails ready to scrape.

With a swift motion, you tugged at her thighs and lifted her hips to get a better angle, fingers wound around them in a bruising grip. You toyed with her clit—grazed with your teeth, rolled it back and forth with your tongue, suctioned around it with your lips—and made a whining mess of her, writhing in your grip, arching, touching her pretty tits in desperate pursuit of pleasure.

She was too close, you decided, and loosened your hold on her thighs, proceeding to lay her down and caress her legs. Her pussy was a mess, her opening pulsing and threads of arousal sticking to her fine grey hairs. Even those quivered as she heaved in breaths.

"Must you always be so cruel?"

"You know why," you said and shifted up a bit so you could spare her neglected breasts some affection while your hand rested, warm and teasing, on her lower stomach.

"Do we really have to ruin the sheets this early on?" Lilia complained but held you to her cleavage as you kissed each individual freckle and wrinkle.

Unconcerned, you answered, "I saw fresh ones in the wardrobe."

"That's not what I was asking, smart ass." Lilia smacked your butt, and you withdrew, staring at her with a raised eyebrow. "Don't pretend you don't feel amazing when I make you squirt."

"True," Lilia admitted, "but you frustrate me. I'm not a patient woman. Too old for that."

"And yet you want to ride my strap," you said, and smugly aimed for her lips, already kissed raw. "Not too old for that, huh?"

"Don't tease." She patted your cheek and stole another kiss from you, groping your still-clothed body and tugging at your shirt until you sat up and pulled it over your head. The right choice—the sensation of her round breasts pressing against yours made your head spin. "Now finish what you started, little one. Or Momma will get angry."

You didn't leave without trailing your lips along the front of her throat, stimulating the delicate, sensitive skin. Sitting between her legs, you helped her out of the G-string since it was ruined anyway and only an obstacle for everything to come. This time, you shouldered her thighs and had them rest snugly around your neck.

"Let me hear you," was the last thing you said before you dipped your head down and flattened your tongue, placing a broad lick from the bottom to the top as if her pussy were a scoop of strawberry ice cream. You repeated it, slow and languid, tasting her, knowing you could play this game only for so long.

Lilia delivered. Her mouth opened with shy, low moans that grew louder with each lick, particularly when you swiped your tongue through the space between her small and large labia. You left her clit unattended and instead circled her vaginal opening with careful strokes before sinking into her, feeling along the velvet-smooth ripples.

One touch to the right spot and Lilia rewarded you with a rumbling moan. You kept pressing your tongue against it in a steady rhythm until she had no time to go quiet anymore. Once you had her where you wanted her, you shifted back to her clit and wrapped your lips around the small, pulsating bud while lathering your fingers with her arousal and teasing at her entrance.

"Just one thing," Lilia said breathlessly and broke off when you eased two fingers into her, flexing her feet and pushing her hips into your hand.

"What?" you mumbled against her clit.

"In my," she panted, her face and chest flushed, "dreams."

Pressing against her walls, you moved in and out of her, unhurried but also unrelenting. "Yes?"

Her cunt squeezed around you, again and again, as she arched with pleasure, a beautiful mess of curly hair and moans.

"You were—fuck—using my ass."

"Oh." You pulled away, and as you thrust back into Lilia, her thighs snapped shut around your hand and wrist as the orgasm wracked through her and cum gushed into your palm.

Against her body's instincts, you pried her knees apart to save your lower arm from going numb. A small, wet spot stained the sheets, minor in comparison to other nights you'd had, but the weekend had just begun. You pressed a sloppy kiss to the peak of her mound and crawled up to lie beside her, draping your arm across her stomach to hold her through the aftershocks. She tended to be quite spent after this kind of thing.

"Was that a no?" she asked, still gulping down air. Her cheeks were so red that you pressed the back of your hand against them and her forehead to check for a fever. "I shouldn't have—"

"It wasn't. I was just surprised, that's all." You gave Lilia a reassuring squeeze. "A couple of months ago I thought most of the time you were doing me a favor, and now you're asking me... this."

"I didn't know you felt this way." Lilia swallowed, casting her gaze downward. "For the record, that's nonsense. I always liked being close to you, feeling your body and your touch. But I think..."

She trailed off, but you sensed that this was important and tried to encourage her. "Hm?"

"I think I didn't trust my body then," she said on an exhale. "That changed after we..."

"After you did that thing with your fist?"

Lilia laughed, wide and resonating. "Exactly."

You couldn't help but kiss her, wildly, rummaging through her curls and smiling against her mouth. Your lips refused to part for a while as your hands were busy roaming each other's curves, satiating yourselves.

Resting her nose against yours, Lilia finally continued, whispered, "It snowballed, and now... Now I can't stop thinking about all the things I want us to do to each other."

"Then let's not waste any time," you said, pecking the tip of her nose. "Are you good to go again?"

"If I can have some fun with this nice pair of tits," she traced a lazy pattern on the top of your breast, "I don't see why not."

You untangled yourself from her and slipped off the bed, stepping out of your pants and into the harness. Lilia's eyes raked over you, draped on her side like a goddess in a Renaissance painting. It made you want to feed her grapes, fill her cup, and make her ache with pleasure.

The light hit her just right, danced on the arch from the dip of her waist to her thigh, and made her silhouette glow. It was such a sunny day outside—almost a shame to spend it behind closed cream curtains that filtered it out. The strap-on you had chosen matched the set of lingerie you had bought for Lilia: golden shimmering silicone and white straps. You fixed everything in place and climbed into the bed again, dipping into the soft dream of a mattress, and reclined on your side facing Lilia, who, fearlessly, reached for the strap and began to stroke it between you.

Her eyes were an outpouring of love and lust, locked and dark on yours, as she whispered the spell under her breath, wrapping it around the strap. At first, you felt nothing but the sizzling tension between you two, but as she went on, chanting and caressing, the arousal that usually tickled your clit shifted, crept further down the strap, until it encompassed it from the root to the tip. It wasn't silicone Lilia curled her hand around, but a projection of you, a live one.

You caught your lip between your teeth. "Fuck, Lilia..."

"Told you it works." She kept rubbing the shaft while freeing your breasts from the bra; her hair tickled the tops as she pressed tender kisses to the valley between them. "I'll get you ready in no time."

"Same goes for you," you murmured in her ear, nibbling the shell while you reached behind her to the bottle of lube and poured some into your palm. Under your guidance, Lila bent one leg to give you access, and, to take the edge off, you ran your fingers through the dark nest of curls first and kissed under her jaw. She hummed as she worked you up, spreading a warm, tingling sensation in your groin. "Want me to start?"

"Hm-mh," she nodded, drawing in her bottom lip and looking up at you with those big puppy eyes. Nervousness reflected in them, but trust too as you rubbed the lube between your fingertips to warm it up a little and then brushed them along her dam down to her butt hole.

"Is that okay? Too cold?" you asked, beginning to circle the tight ring of muscles and lathering it up.

Lilia's hand had slowed, but you didn't mind. You wanted her to take the time she needed.

"You're always so gentle with me, baby," she purred, nosing at your clavicle. "So concerned."

"Because you're my precious..." you replied, pushing your chest out when Lilia drummed her fingertips against your nipple. "And I want to make you feel so good."

"You already are."

Her sphincter relaxed as you talked to her, allowing you to work the lube a bit further into it. You'd intended to give her your full attention, but her teeth grazing the underside of your breast made you pause. "I thought..." You hummed when she bit your nipple gently. "I thought this was about you?"

"Oh, it is, honey," she said, blowing air on the pebbled peak. "Just taking what I want."

Tentatively, you probed her narrow hole, giving small pulses to push past the loosening ring. Lilia stopped, her mouth opened, and she gasped out a puff of air that cooled the sweat on your cleavage. Her lubed-up anus relaxed as you worked her open with careful strokes, holding her safely in your arm and drawing circles on her lower back.

"Mind go blank?" you asked with a light, mocking undertone.

Lilia, anchoring herself, dug her nails into your hip, taking forced, deep breaths as you explored her with your finger. "It's... different."

"We don't have to go further if it's too much," you assured her. "We can just play a little and try again tomorrow?"

"I'm fine, sweetheart," Lilia said with fake annoyance and toyed with the strap of the harness around your hip, hooking her finger under it. With resolve, she kissed you and insisted, "I can take it."

Arousal washed over you, thick and boiling, and you pushed your finger all the way in up to the knuckle. A moan rumbled in Lilia's throat, and, to your surprise, you felt it in the very tip of the strap. "Damn it, Lilia. You and your ideas."

"It's good, isn't it?" She grinned. "I worked on the spell all month."

"Wait." You stilled your finger. "How did you test it?"

Tugging on a loose strand of hair, Lilia sent you a seductive look and said, "Use your imagination, darling."

You choked on your own saliva, and Lilia chuckled while your aforementioned imagination ran wild with images of Lilia wearing a strap and jerking off into her own hand, entertaining herself while you were working your ass off to pay for this.

Slipping your finger out, you gathered more lube up and this time pressed two fingers against her entrance. Lilia let go of you and put her hand on her knee, shifting around to find a comfortable angle. Your strap rested on her bush; her hairs prickled on it, and you felt the twitch of her pussy when you buried your two fingers in her ass.

Lilia hissed and grabbed for your shoulder, squeezing her eyes shut, but after a few slow pumps, the lines on her forehead eased, and her brows knitted together in a pleasurable expression as she let out a long breath. "Wow."

"I think we're almost there." You kissed the last remaining wrinkle on her forehead. "You're doing well."

The praise made her snuggle against your chest, though she did ask with some suspicion, "Have you done this before?"

"Maybe..."

"Well fuck me," she said. "Little minx."

Having her in a light mood gave you confidence, and while you prepared her ass for the strap, you took the strap in your hand and lazily brushed it through her slit, finding copious amounts of fresh wetness there. Sensitive, Lilia jerked and covered your hand with her own, slowing you down and taking over.

"It's quite a size," she commented as she fondled the tip, letting it sit between her folds without touching her clit.

"Yeah, I mean, I hadn't planned—it was meant to go in front."

"Because I'm all loose there, is that it?" Lilia challenged, eyes flashing at you with playful fire.

"Experienced is the word I'd choose," you teased back, pinching her ass cheek.

"Pfft," she pouted and lifted her nose. God, why was she so kissable? So ravageable? "C'mon then. If I'm so loose, then put your cock in me. We'll see if it fits."

"Your wish is my command," you said and helped Lilia turn in your arms, pressing her back to your chest, so that you could wrap your arm around her waist, just below her bust, and hold her snug. "Comfy?"

"You bet." She gripped the back of her knee and pulled her leg up, sinking into the pillow and closing her eyes. "Make Momma happy," she said with a breathy voice.

"Gladly." You kissed the spot below her ear and fisted the strap, gathering up lube and arousal from her pussy before guiding it backward. Positioning the head, you palmed her breast and rolled her nipple under your thumb, trailing kisses down the side of her neck. "Be good for me. Don't fight it. Yes?"

"Yeah," she whispered, relaxing into your arms as you pressed forth. Quiet groans rose in her throat, noises of mild discomfort you soothed with a gentle, massaging hand on her tit.

"Your ass is so tight," you purred in her ear, progressing inch by inch and feeling each one. "But I'll stretch you open with my cock."

"God-fuck!" Lilia buried her face in the pillow and hit the mattress with her fist. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

"Shhh," you hushed, brushing a wisp of hair behind her ear and retreating. "Let me fill you. You like being full, don't you?"

"Yes, oh, my—"

You helped her keep her leg up and open, pressing your hips flush to her supple butt as you slid back into her with more ease this time. "Like that," you rasped.

Lilia groaned, muffled in the pillow, and you drove the strap deeper into her until your thighs met her ass, and it didn't go any further—and then you wiggled it around, driving her crazy. Her moans came out broken and staggered. "Hng-oh-mh!"

She eased visibly as you drew out, and you gave a few small pulses with just the tip to get her used to the size. The sparkling gold reflected the soft light, shining even brighter with all this slick covering it. Watching it all go in—deeper, firmer, stretching her tiny, previously unused hole—you nearly blacked out with want. "You're a fucking goddess, Lilia. Fuck."

"Uh-huh? You think?" she panted, worked up by the repeated intrusion. "Fuck me like a goddess then."

Your hand traveled down her body, and you rubbed the heel of your hand over her pussy—so wet. Lilia whined as you curled your fingers against her entrance, fucked into her ass, and brushed her clit in the process—she absolutely twisted in the sheets. "Baby, fuck!" she screamed. "Harder—take me—"

Pushing Lilia onto her stomach, you laid down atop her, fitting your form perfectly to the curves of her back and nuzzled against the nape of her neck, nosing into the messy, sweaty curls. "I'll dump it all inside your ass. Like you wanted, my darling witch. Does that sound good?"

Lilia's thighs vibrated with need. She turned her head to the side to breathe, needing more air, more oxygen, more anything. You kneaded her round buttocks, salivating at the feeling of your fingers digging into your flesh. "God, yes, pound Momma raw! Please!"

Your thrusts were easy now, meeting no resistance. Spreading her cheeks, you spat between them, watching it trickle down around the cock bouncing in and out of the reddened hole. Your stomach was in a coil, you cunt, watering behind the strap that made you feel close to bursting. And you would.

"You sound so good begging like that," you panted, adjusting the straps on your hips to make them tight. "I want to hear more of it."

Snuggling up to Lilia, you kept your pumps hard and deep, knocking the air out of her lungs each time.

"Please, please, baby, my sweet baby," Lilia sob-moaned. "I need you, I need you."

"Yes!" You rutted into her, squishing out slick each time, setting a fast, reckless pace. "I can feel you squeezing me—so needy—fuck—gonna—"

"Oh-oh-oh-yes!" Her voice cracked, and her pitch leapt with your plows. "Give me your cum, sweetie! Give it to me!"

Using your whole body weight, draped over her back, you pounded her like a bull his cow, and the string inside you pulled taut, thinned, and ripped. It happened. It actually happened. Viscous fluid spurted out of the strap, and thanks to the enchantment, you felt it release into her, felt it coat the inside of her ass.

"Ohhhhhhhhh!" Lilia fell into a seemingly never-ending cry as you snapped your hips to her ass one last time. Then you pulled out, flipped her over, and the last wave of your orgasm shot one last string of cum out of the strap that rained down white all over her tits and stomach.

She trembled like a fawn; even her teeth chattered and her breaths came quick, but the expression on her face was gold as she glanced down on her body and brought her shaking fingers to the squirts of your ejaculate. The rest of it trickled out of her red-rimmed, gaping anus.

You were so drained—literally and figuratively—that all you could do was flop down beside her and grasp for Lilia's hand. She took it in hers and held it until both of you had processed what you'd done. The spell wore off, and you removed the harness. When you settled back into the pillows, you noticed Lilia was still staring ahead with her mouth open.

"Was it too much?" you asked, squeezing her hand a couple of times.

"It was everything I wanted," she said with a sense of helplessness. "My mind is just..."

"Empty? Quiet?"

Lilia nodded. You'd experienced something similar after she'd fisted you and understood the fragile but peaceful state it had put her in. With a mind like Lilia's, it might do her good. Pulling the down duvet up, you shifted her upper body into your arms, having her rest on your chest, and covered her.

Even a goddess needs aftercare.

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A/N: first time writing f/f anal I think and it's not my favourite thing but the request was essentially "Lilia getting fucked hard in the ass" so I hope I delivered. Cheers friends, I've been busy with work no time to be horny :)

will I start using this app? should I post the other chapters here too?

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