I want a smutty Foxxay fic but with super awkward, inexperienced Misty.

Misty's breath came out in short pants as she raised two shaky hands to Cordelia's shoulders. Damn, what do I do with my hands?

The other woman's lips were trailing a path down her neck, kindling the fire within her with every soft touch. Delia wrapped an arm tighter around Misty's middle, pulling her impossibly closer, letting the other hand weave up, into unruly curls.

So that's where my hands are supposed to go! Misty slowly brought trembling, ringed fingers up to the back of Cordelia's head, resting them there awkwardly.

"Misty, are you shaking?" Delia pulled back to ask, concern lacing her mismatched eyes.

Damn! That only made it worse. The swamp witch shook her head "no," and leaned back into Delia's lips so quickly they're noses collided.

"Oomph," Misty groaned when they smacked together, pulling back to clutch at her sore nose. "Sorry. S-sorry," she whimpered—voice quivering with impending tears.

"Hey...hey," The other woman cooed, raising Misty's downcast face with a tender touch. "What's wrong? Are you not ready? We can wait...if you wanna wait," The softness of Cordelia's touch and her sympathetic star was what broke the dam.

"No, I'm ready. I want to. I'm just so damn nervous. I've never...well...I've never done this before," she whispered through tears.

"It's okay, Misty. I've never been with a woman either," Delia scooted closer on the bed, wrapping her arms around the other woman and letting them hang there comfortingly.

Misty shook her head, making her curls bounce wildly, "No, I mean I've never been with...anyone. Hell, I ain't even kissed anybody before today, Ms. Cordelia,"
Delia's jaw dropped. It had been Misty who kissed her in the greenhouse. The second Hank left, she had leant in close and given her the most passionate, exhilarating kiss of her life—and it was her first?

"Well, I guess we'll learn together then," Delia said, cupping Misty's cheek. "But, you don't have to be nervous. I'm going to be gentle, and it's going to be wonderful,"

The swamp witch nodded her head at this, and leaning in for a slow, sweet kiss.

With a coy smile, Cordelia pulled her shirt over her head—exposing a thin black lace bra, and the toned milky white skin of her stomach. She reached out and took Misty's ringed fingers, raising the hand up to her lips, and pressing a soft kiss to the back before flattening the girl's palm over her collarbone. Covering the dainty hand with her own, Cordelia ran Misty's palm down her front slowly to cup her breast in a feather-light touch.

Blue eyes locked onto Delia's mismatched set, and they both smiled nervously before the more experienced witch leant in—weaving her fingers through errant curls—for another kiss.

Delia massaged Misty's lips between hers at a tenderly, slow pace; and as the swamp witch gained confidence, she began responding - matching the rhythm of Delia's lips, while running her fingertips over the smooth flesh spilling over from delicate lace cups.

The older witch reached over to mirror Misty's movements—cupping her breast and massaging gently. Misty moaned lightly into Delia's mouth as soft fingers explored her flesh. On a whim, the headmistress pinched a taunt nipple.

Misty fell forward with a deep, breathy moan; kissing Delia so deeply, the woman fell back against the bed. Inspired by immense pleasure, the swamp witch straddled Cordelia's hips, grinding her palms into the woman's breasts.

"Mmmm," Delia moaned into Misty's mouth, before pulling away to catch her breath, "See, you—you're doing well already,"

The swamp witch nodded furiously, still too nervous to respond; but confident enough to dip her head and suck at the other woman's pulse point. She couldn't be sure Delia would like it, but it felt right, so she went with it—sucking with purpose before nipping lightly at the flesh there.

The other woman's back arched off the bed, "Ah! Misty..." Aching to feel the girl's bare flesh against hers, Cordelia reached for the hem of the other woman's dress; pulling it over her head to reveal white lace panties and a bare, flushed chest. Two pink nipples stood erect in the chill of the room.

Pushing up with her hips, Delia flipped them over—straddling Misty.

The swamp witch squealed at the sudden change and let a flood of giggles slip through her lips. Delia smiled proudly at the break in nerves, and leaned down to capture a pert nipple in her mouth.

Misty's giggle morphed into a moan as she wove her fingers through the other woman's hair. "Oh, God..." she groaned quietly when Cordelia's teeth began raking over the peek, before she pulled back to blow a stream of cool air on the heated flesh. The swamp witch arched up, digging her heels into the mattress.
Moving on to the other nipple, Delia unhinged Misty's grip from the comforter—maneuvering the girl's hand between their bodies and down to Misty's inner thighs. "Show me what you like," she whispered hotly across her skin, swirling her tongue around tauntingly.

Misty craned her neck in shock, blushing deeply, "Ms. Cordelia..."

"Please, Misty. This is new for me too. Just show me how..." Nervously, the younger witch complied. Eyes squeezed shut in embarrassment, Misty slowly spread her legs and let her cold fingers wander down into the wet warmth between. Before she could help it's escape, a moan slipped free. She hadn't known how badly her body was aching to be touched, until it finally was.

Sitting up on her haunches, Cordelia watched Misty's wandering hand with eager curiosity—memorizing every swirl, dip and pinch she made, her desire increasing with each movement. She had never felt this way before—acted this way. The most adventurous sex she had ever had was with Hank; and even under the fertility spell, it was nothing in comparison with this. Her body was on fire—positively itching to feel the flesh of the goddess before her pressed against it. She was thirsty for Misty, hungry for her—aching with all she had.

Finally when she couldn't take any more of Misty's writhing and panting, Cordelia dropped to her stomach before the girl and buried her face between two toned thighs.

The swamp witch screamed out in pleasure, her entire body lifting from the bed and dropping again; hands moving to clutch desperately at the comforter. "Oh, Sweet Jesus!" She groaned huskily, tossing her head back.

Cordelia's mouth was hard at work—tongue swirling, lips sucking, and finally teeth nipping, which proved to be Misty's undoing.

She pounded both fists down on the mattress, lips spread wide in a silent scream—toes curled; body convulsing.

But Delia couldn't stop. She was addicted after a single taste. Desperate to keep the pleasure going, she pushed two fingers inside of the swamp witch just as she was coming down from her high.

The intrusions kickstarted another earth-shattering climax. One so powerful, that Misty squirmed completely out of Delia's clutches.

Everything was fuzzy in the Misty's heightened state of pleasure; until her body calmed down enough to register soft lips kissing up her neck and a pleasantly heavy weight pressing down on her. She opened her eyes to meet the mismatched irises of Delia above her.

Languidly, the swamp witch wrapped her arms tightly around the other woman and stretched up to press a kiss to her nose; before pressing her lips firmly against Delia's.

"I thought you said this was new, Ms. Cordelia,"

A smile stretched across her lips as she whispered back, "Completely new. I guess I must be a natural,"

"Mmm...definitely," Misty hummed, drawing Delia's lips back down to her own.

I'm not quite satisfied with the way this turned out, but I wanted to get it up before the finale tonight. If you come back and re-read it in the next few days, it may be an edited version.

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