A/N: Randomly inspired. Don't expect another for awhile though I'm afraid.


Chapter 4

If there was one thing Santana wasn't sure she was going to used to any time soon, it was Rachel's random spurts of sexual spontaneity. Not that she had a problem with it at all, but it was surprising to say the least. She never knew when the other girl was going to get the urge to take her - sometimes in the most surprising places such as the dressing room of the local Target when they'd gone to find Santana a new interview suit - but having someone who seemed to match her own active libido was thrilling in an entirely new way. Especially with her unique genetila that could give Santana whatever type of sex she was craving - female or male - at any time.

Rachel had been away at work when she'd gotten into the shower. She'd thought she'd had some more time to prepare as she'd worked the shampoo into her hair, keeping her eyes closed against the sting of the lather. The rustle of the plastic curtain behind her had been the only warning before small hands slid over her wet stomach up to cup her breasts, idly stroking over nipples already hard from the pounding water of the shower.

"I got off early," Rachel murmured before her lips lowered to suckle at the crook of her neck, her rigid cock pressing against her ass. "I feel that you should know I've been thinking about you all day, Santana."

She swallowed harshly, leaning back into Rachel's embrace, feeling her soapy hair fall down around her face. "D-did you?" She hated how her voice trembled, but there was no way she'd be able to convince Rachel she wasn't turned on from the way she could feel the girl's free hand sliding down between her thighs to grope at her slick folds.

"Mmm... my supervisor didn't know what to do with my ardent dedication to my tasks to finish them early so I could come home to you," she murmured, her lips continuing to brush tanned skin. "I had to keep my thighs pressed together the entire bus ride home, I was so hard thinking about sliding inside you. About how incredibly wet you get and how tightly you can grip me." She shivered, her breasts pressing against Santana's back, nipples almost painfully hard. "I think I came twice without ejaculating because I was saving it for you."

Santana let out a low groan at the words, leaning back to let her hair fall into the shower's spray, water cascading down her face to spill over her breasts and ripple down the flat planes of her stomach. "F-fuck, Rach," she gasped, unable to help the desperate clench of her cunt at the girl's words. "Condom?"

She could feel Rachel's smile into her skin as she grasped one of her hands and pulled it back to feel the ribbed condom encasing her cock. "I would never forget. I wish to penetrate you, Santana. I want to bury myself deep within you and feel you come to climax around me. May I?" She pinched at a nipple, tugging it out from Santana's chest in a way that made the darker girl shudder. "Right here?"

Santana's abdominals shivered as Rachel's fingers worked through her folds. "Please," she moaned, barely audible over the sound of water crashing around them.

"I thought you'd never agree," Rachel teased, pushing her forward until her arms had to come up to catch her on the far wall of the shower as the smaller girl reached between them to loosely grip her cock and carefully slide it through Santana's wet folds, making the girl moan before she rolled her hips, plunging deep inside her with a low groan of pleasure. "I do enjoy filling you," she panted, reaching an arm around to pull Santana back up against her front. "May I bathe you while penetrating you?"

Santana's walls rippled against Rachel's intruding member and she could barely breathe, let alone answer beyond a jerky nod of her head. Rachel's pleased little giggle though made her shake her head in disbelief as the other girl started lathering soap over the front of her body, a shallow rocking motion keeping Santana all too aware of how she was impaled on her slender cock. "God, you're a freak," she moaned, letting her head fall back against Rachel's shoulder as the other girl manipulated her limp body.

"Perhaps," Rachel murmured softly, still smiling as she kept up the slow, shallow thrusts that let her stay in control of her building climax, even as she massaged soap into her lover's skin. "But I dare say that's at least part of what you like about me."

"God, yes," Santana moaned as one particular thrust managed to rake Rachel's head across her most sensitive spot. Rachel's breasts pressing into her back was one of her favorite parts about this position. She loved the feeling of being filled by a cock, the hot rush of cum in her channel even if it was caught in a condom, but the knowledge that it was a woman reaffirmed by those unmistakable breasts just made the rush of arousal all that much harder than she ever reacted for a man.

"Part of me hopes our arrangement never ends," Rachel admitted as she abandoned the washcloth in favor of spreading the soap between Santana's thighs with her bare hands, unable to stop a low moan as her fingers brushed her cock as it slid in and out of her. "I could happily spend the rest of my life knowing you were waiting in my bed when I got home. Or," her eyes fluttered at the idea, "in my dressing room, waiting to help relieve the sexual rush of a successful performance."

Santana groaned, Rachel's slow ministrations driving her nearly insane with want. "Fuck..." Her jaw dropped open, letting her pant through her open mouth. "I'd be waiting with that big ass s-strapon waiting to fuck you over your dressing table..."

Rachel moaned, her hips jerking in a particularly hard thrust as she thought about it. "Would you?" she asked, turning Santana into the water and reaching up to unclip the shower head and pull it down to spray over her, directing the pulsing spray over her breasts before angling it down between her thighs. "Is that a promise, Santana?" she all but purred, her voice shuddering with the effort of control.

"Y-yes!" she gasped, shaking into a climax between Rachel's cock and the water pulsing against her clit.

The walls tightly rippling along her cock, milking it for the cum that the condom would refuse it, made Rachel lose control. She cried out, the shower head slipping from nerveless fingers to retract back up to its mount as she gripped at Santana's hip. She pulsed into her, shooting a heavy load into the reservoir of the condom in a series of pulses that seemed to last forever before she softened enough to slip out of Santana.

"Good?" she whispered, her chest heaving with the effort to breath through the haze of her post-orgasmic high.

Santana turned in her arms and pressed her up against the shower wall with a smirk. "Extremely," she murmured, her fingers sliding the condom free of Rachel's soft member before tossing it aside and slipping her fingers into Rachel's hot channel, making the girl cry out in surprise. "My turn."

Rachel pressed her head back against the wall of the shower, her arms coming up to wrap loosely around Santana's neck as her fingers pumped in and out of her. Her eyes fluttered closed, jaw dropping open as she struggled to breathe. Santana's lips claimed her neck, leaving a series of small but dark marks littering the olive skin as she thrust into her, Rachel's cock resting limply against her wrist.

"Come for me," she hissed, nipping hard at Rachel's pulse point, drawing a low moan from the girl that sent a shiver of desire down Santana's spine that had nothing to do with the water pounding against her back. She reached down with her free hand to pull on one of Rachel's legs, drawing it up to hook around her waist as she leaned into the thrusts, nearly lifting Rachel off the ground as she fingerfucked her roughly. "Come for me, Hobbit..."

Rachel's eyes opened wide at the nickname and a blush rushed across her cheeks as she came hard seconds later. Santana had never called her that during sex before and she was almost ashamed to admit how hard she'd come hearing the nickname. "S-santana, I..."

Santana shook her head, sliding free and pressing a sex drenched finger against Rachel's lips. "Save it. You ain't the first person who's got weird connections. I don't need any explanation," she promised, hesitating a moment before leaning in to lick the trace of arousal from her fingers off Rachel's lip. "Besides, it's kinda hot you get off like that over hobbit," she teased. "Since that's kinda my special nickname for your tiny ass."

Rachel blushed as Santana finished cleaning off and turned off the shower. "I..."

"Seriously, Rachel," she said, not turning around as she reached out to grab a towel, "stop trying to explain it away. It totally kills the buzz."

"You're sure?" she asked softly, sounding tiny.

Santana sighed and glanced back over her shoulder as she toweled off. "I'm sure. It doesn't bother me at all and seriously, why would it? Ain't like hobbit's a bad insult or nothing anyway. Them little guys are badass."

Rachel couldn't help the shy smile that spread over her face as she caught her lip between her teeth before reaching for her own towel. "You're a geek," she teased softly.

Santana glanced at her with a tiny smile. "Tell anyone and I'll ends you," she warned, but the smile took the sting away. "Besides that Galadriel chick was like scary hot. Totally had some wet dreams about that babe. Don't even get me started on Arwen."

Rachel laughed softly, getting out of the shower. "Don't worry, Santana. Your secret is safe with me."

"Damn straight it is," she said, draping the towel around her neck as she walked out of the bathroom, fully aware of Rachel's eyes on her ass as she gave it a bit of an extra sway to her walk.


The next morning, Rachel was the one to wake up to the almost alarming situation of her hands and legs being spread unnaturally wide, the cool air of the room against exposed skin, and the feeling of a hand on her cock. She opened her eyes, only to feel a rush of panic as the blackness of a blindfold met her eyes. She yanked on the handcuffs binding her wrist and ankle to the corners of the bed.

"Chill, Hobbit." Santana's mildly exasperated voice was oddly calming and she stopped thrashing around though her chest still heaved and her heart pounded wildly. "It's just me. Thought I'd have some fun since you said you weren't against this sort of shit."

"I... I'm not," she admitted, a blush heating her cheeks as she felt her cock twitch excitedly. "I was surprised is all."

The feeling of a tongue swiping over an exposed nipple made her moan, a shiver rushing through her body. "How much experimenting you up for?" Santana murmured before giving her other breast similar treatment.

Rachel panted, feeling arousal trickling down her inner thighs as she thought about it. Finally she closed her eyes behind the blindfold and licked her lips. "I trust you," she whispered, doing her best to relax and give control over to Santana.

She couldn't see the way Santana's brows raised in surprise, but she could hear it in her voice as she felt something that she was fairly certain was her seven-inch jelly dildo pressing almost gently against her cunt. "You're sure?"

She nodded shortly. "I trust you, Santana."

She could hear Santana let out a disbelieving sigh. "You're crazy, you know that, Hobbit?"

Rachel laughed. "I don't see why. You've had plenty of opportunities to harm me. I don't believe you'll begin now."

"Okay." There was a slight pause before Santana sighed again. "Just, like... if it's too much, tell me to stop, okay?"

She frowned, uncertain what Santana was talking about, but she nodded. "Of course, Santana."

"You better," she warned, showing more hesitance than she had in the past before the well-lubed jelly dildo slid deep into Rachel's core.

Rachel gasped softly at the sudden penetration, trying to flex her hips to let her settle it better into her core as her body struggled to adjust. Santana's fingers were soft as they buckled a harness around her hips, holding the dildo deep inside her. Rachel took deep breaths through her nose, trying to adjust, her eyes fluttering under the blindfold.

"You okay?" Santana's voice was soft as fingers dripping with lube slid down to massage the tight ring of Rachel's anus.

Rachel nodded tightly, not trusting herself to speak in that moment. She couldn't see Santana nodding, but she could feel the fingers starting to work into her ass. Her eyes opened wide as she felt her ass stretching to take first one, then two lubed up fingers, slicking her anus with lube. They'd never done anal before - talked about it, yes, but it hadn't happened yet. Her breath came in harsh pants as her core clenched around the dildo stretching her wide as Santana worked her ass open wider and wider, teasing at the prostate hidden within.

Then the fingers were gone and she felt like whimpering with loss. But before she could say anything, her eyes went wide at the slick feeling of another dildo slowly pressing into the tight depths of her ass. "I got you a present," Santana whispered, her own breath coming in aroused pants as she worked the thinner dildo deep into Rachel's ass.

Rachel let out a low whine, her hips shifting as much as she could as the two dildos rubbed against each other through the thin wall separating them. Her eyes rolled back in her head as the sensations rushed over her, her cock leaking pre-cum down her shaft as she struggled not to come. Santana hooked the dildo into the harness, locking the dildos deep into her ass and cunt before a condom was unrolled over her painfully hard cock.

"I think you're gonna enjoy this," Santana said, the bed dipping as she moved to straddle her hips, the heat of her dripping core tantalizingly close to her condom covered cockhead before a pair of clamps closed on her nipples, making her cry out.

She could feel a wire running along her torso from the clamps Santana had attached to her nipples trailing down between her thighs, but she couldn't think enough from the feeling of being so full and the jolts from her nipples with each breath to figure out what it was. A moment later, she could barely remember her name, let alone what was happening as a low buzz that seemed to vibrate somewhere below where she could actually hear and the dildos filling her cunt and ass started vibrating in time with the clamps on her nipples.

She writhed as best she could in her restraints, unable to help her scream of overwhelming pleasure as Santana's heat surrounded her straining cock. Her breath came in harsh pants as sweat broke out all over her body, drenching her skin. She shook beneath Santana as the other girl rode her cock, bouncing with wild abandon as her entire body felt like it was vibrating to orgasmic pieces.

Santana let out a low cry as she came, soon followed by Rachel's cock spurting into the condom, but she didn't stop riding her. The thundering waves of pleasure were close to making Rachel black out, but they kept her from getting soft, letting Santana pound her core sore with her cock. Rachel's lips moved in desperate plea for it to stop, but no sound came out. She came so hard that cum started leaking out around the base of the condom before Santana climbed off her, cursing as she did.

Rachel didn't know where she was anymore. Her eyes were rolled back so far in her head under the blindfold that only the whites were showing and she no longer had a voice to cry out her climaxes. She shook desperately, caught in an overwhelming tsunami of sensation as her body drenched itself with climax after climax. Her cock lay limp over the buzzing end of the dildo piercing her cunt, unable to get hard again even as she came again and again. She sobbed desperately, tears soaking into the blindfold from the overwhelming sensations.

Santana got the nipple clamps free first, soothing the hypersensitive flesh with gentle kisses as she struggled with the vibrators still buzzing in the bases of the dildos. Santana's hands trembled wildly as she slid them between Rachel's thighs to carefully ease the harness off her hips. The dildo in her cunt slid out almost as soon as the harness was released, riding a gush of fluids as her body rejected it.

The one in her ass took a little longer to ease out, her anus's desperate clenching making it slightly more difficult, but Santana soon had everything out of Rachel and was undoing the cuffs around her ankles and wrists. Rachel wanted nothing more than to curl into a protective ball, but her abused muscles refused to allow it as she cried, still stretched out on the bed. Santana carefully untied the blindfold with anxious fingers.

"I'm so sorry," she whispered over and over, full lips brushing over the shaking girl's cheeks, kissing the tears away. "I'm sorry, Rach. The fucking control broke... it wouldn't stop. Fuck, I'm sorry. Are you okay?" she asked, carefully not pulling the girl close, knowing how badly that could hurt when hypersensitive.

Rachel just sobbed brokenly, trying to feel anything besides the vibrations that still seemed to be quaking through her. "T-too much," she whimpered finally, her breath coming in harsh sobs. "Too m-much..."

"I know," Santana whispered sadly, curling up beside her and pressing a hand against Rachel's quaking stomach. "I'm sorry, baby. I'm sorry. I never meant you to be hurt. I'm sorry."

After several long minutes of Santana laying there apologizing, Rachel managed to pull herself together enough to roll on her side and curl into a surprised Santana's arms. "H-hurt," she whispered, burying her face against the softness Santana's breasts. "S-sore..."

"I'm sorry," she whispered again, wrapping her arms around Rachel to stroke her back, pressing gentle kisses to the top of her head and struggling not to cry but failing. "I never meant to hurt you, I swear..."

"I know," Rachel whimpered, her trembling hands clutching weakly at Santana's sides as if she was the only stable thing in her universe. "C-can... can we not..."

"Never again," Santana promised, burying her face against Rachel's hair. "Never. I promise. I'm so sorry."

"S-stop," she whispered. "Please. You didn't know." She swallowed hard, pressing a kiss to the soft pillow of breast her cheek was resting on. "I trust you..."

"Why?" There was pain in the girl's voice as she held Rachel. "After this... why?"

One shoulder moved slightly in a shrug. "I don't know," she admitted, letting go of Santana's side with one hand to hook it around the girl's back. "But I do."

"You're crazy," she whispered, not sure she was liking how she was feeling in that moment but unable to deny that there was a sense of relief at hearing the other girl say she still trusted her.

"You like it," Rachel mumbled, her abused body dragging her back to sleep in Santana's arms.

Santana laid there for a long moment after realizing that Rachel had fallen asleep, but she didn't make any move to let go of her. "Maybe I do," she whispered to the unlistening girl several minutes later, letting her eyes close as well.