Author's Note: Merry Christmas! It is once again that wonderous time of year where I crawl out of my dank and depressing existence to admit that I failed in every promise I made of updating this story sooner and ultimately realising that I am terrible at holding myself accountable. But I've written two chapters for you guys to read, so… so there's that.
All joking aside, I know I am terrible with updating stories at a regular pace, but life gets in the way of most things and I'm not exactly able to keep up with my fanfiction hobbies. But, you can always trust that I keep my mind ticking on ideas and such and am always trying to get stuff out for people to read and enjoy. Which is why I always make the effort on Christmas to update every one of my active stories. Including Clara Oswald's.
Similarly to the uploads for Amy's story, there are two chapters: one of which is a continuation of the actual narrative and the other is a one-shot that explores a more outlandish or interesting concept. This is the continuation of the narrative and sees Clara exploring her lesbian interests with our empath friend and discovering the ways in which sex can be accentuated by empathic abilities. Whilst Emma has played the part of the voyeur up until now, it's time to see how her abilities can manifest amidst the sensual act of love-making. That and Clara has always wanted to have a go at a girl and now has a chance to!
Enjoy!
Chapter 16: Fantasies of Empathy
"Are you okay, Emma?" Clara asked as she and Doctor returned from their adventure through the mansion, shirking their coy promiscuous smiles for more stern and serious looks as they returned. Strangely enough, Emma had once again changed her clothing, her cheeks remaining flustered long after her attempt to commune with the spirit of the house. Whilst the Doctor and Clara had had their fun, Emma did everything she could to avoid looking in; to avoid allowing herself to experience the emotions and sensations shuddering through their bodies, yet there was nothing she could do to stop herself from slipping in and feeling her throat bulge with the Doctor's cock; feeling the tingling sensations of arousal and excitement bristling through Clara's slickness. It had consumed her once again, prompting her to go to an adjoining room and savour the sensation of her own fingers; something that proved useless as she felt Clara mustering up her own orgasm, with the shared sensation of Clara's body teetering closer to sexual bliss ultimately imprinting onto Emma and providing her with an intense orgasm. Seeing Clara's face and the Doctor's, caused Emma to blush, the girl unable to look them in the eyes as she had unwilling watched them in more intimate displays. It was embarrassing to admit to herself how much she enjoyed them and how many sexual emotions she attributed simply to the sight of the two figures.
"Oh? Yes, yes… Quite… Quite alright… I didn't…" Emma stammered nervously, wiping her brow with a handkerchief as the Doctor moved past the two of them to inspect some of the nearby tech, launching into a discussion with the professor as they both overlooked Emma's signs of discomfort. Clara, a keener and more perceptive eye, pulled her to the side, bringing their words to a hushed whisper.
"Shh… It's alright. I think you've been cooped up in here too long. Let's leave them to tinker with all that. A cup of tea?" Clara asked, watching as Emma's face immediately began to clear up. Nodding tentatively, Emma followed Clara into one of the adjoining rooms, the two of them finding a small table to sit by. Grabbing the stuff to make tea, Clara went about pouring out two cups, keeping a constant eye on Emma as the girl's eyes fluttered around the room, unable to settle on Clara, "It must be tough… knowing how people feel. Being able to look at them and see what they are trying to hide."
"Yes… It… it can be difficult to control," Emma smiled softly, taking the cup of tea from Clara and sipping it tentatively, her heart relaxing itself as she tasted the warming and familiar taste of home. Finally, being able to look at Clara, she smiled sweetly, her innocent anxiety immediately apparent.
"But… It must be even harder to look at someone and know they love you. Or don't love you," Clara asked, her question perhaps a little too pointed. She had hoped to unearth some affections between Emma and the professor, yet, in her heightened state of unease, Emma said something that caused Clara to raise an eyebrow.
"Oh, no… You and Doctor both love each other," Emma reiterated, looking into Clara's eyes and unnerving the brunette. Having her affection laid out like that was somewhat discomforting. Especially given how uncertain Clara was about the Doctor's feelings towards her. Their playful and promiscuous relationship wasn't exactly one of concrete and well-formed emotions. If anything, it felt more like a friend's with benefits situation as opposed to an intimate and romantic one. Yet, Emma suggested otherwise. Of course, Clara had to buy into her unwavering certainty on such a topic.
"I… I wasn't talking about us…" Clara said, before a strange thought popped into her head. Admittedly, it wasn't that well-formed, but it was curious nonetheless. If Emma was making such a bold statement, she must have observed their emotions somewhat thoroughly. Yet, they hadn't been in the same rooms for much time at all. Leaning forwards, Clara asked, "When you say you can feel emotions, what falls under the category of emotion?"
"Feelings. Happiness. Sadness. Anger. Love," Emma listed of, not answering Clara's true query, yet Clara knew she wouldn't. Sensing the curiosity in Clara's words, Emma turned towards her, half expecting Clara to simply blurt out what she wanted to know. Seeing that look on Emma's face, Clara reminded herself she was conversing with someone who boasted abilities akin to mind-reading, or close enough to render such vague questioning pointless.
"Pleasure?" Clara asked, curious as to whether or not a complex idea such a pleasure could register on the Empath's abilities. Whilst Emma didn't give an explicitly clear answer, Clara did in fact note the slight blush that coloured her cheeks.
"Pleasure is a sensation. It is an incredibly complex emotion that is paired with physical stimuli that branches a wide array of…" Emma began, her non-answer piquing even more curiosity from Clara. It hadn't yet dawned on her that if Emma was empathically sensitive to pleasure then she would have experienced it countless times as Clara and the Doctor explored the mansion, making their seemingly private engagements not so private at all.
"But you can feel it in others?" Clara asked eagerly, the idea exciting her to no end. The idea that Emma would be able to gain satisfaction from someone else without even having to touch herself. It was unbelievable yet boasted such a wide array of unique and sensational possibilities.
"No… No, of course not. It's a sensation…" Emma doubled down, burying her lips in her tea-cup and averting her eyes from Clara, the time-traveller letting a soft smile curl across her lips as she stared at the Empath, trying to read her mind or at least see a quiver of truth shaking through her gaze.
"Okay…" Clara breathed, realising that there was a very easy way to figure out the truth. She said easy, but it was somewhat difficult and would be immensely awkward if she was wrong. Frankly embarrassed and ashamed that the idea even crossed her mind, Clara folded her legs, adjusting her skirt so that it perfectly covered her probing hand. And then, with as much discretion as possible, she dipped a hand down the front of her skirt and slipped it along her stomach. Wriggling a few digits into her panties, she ran across her neatly shaven crotch, relishing the freshly shaven feeling as she rested her fingers against her slit. Running her fingers along her slickening folds, Clara watched Emma's face intently, staring into her eyes to see if there was the slightest change in her expression. Sliding her fingers up to her clit, Clara pressed a finger against her sensitive bulb of flesh, half-expecting Emma to leap to her feet, moaning loudly and unceremoniously. Instead, the Empath continued to stare forwards. Breaking the silence, Clara asked, "When did you first discover that you were an Empath?"
"When I was a child… My mother struggled to raise me after my father died. I could always feel her sadness. I thought it was nothing, but my mood quickly depending on my mother's. I would smile when she smiled. Cry when she cried. Laugh when she laughed. It was difficult to find out how I felt at all. I had to learn to separate my own emotions from those of people around…" Emma began, stopping half-way through and looking at Clara. As she was talking, she felt a constant niggling… quiver between her thighs. Adjusting the way she was sitting, she assumed she had simply sat in such a way that her panties had pinched against her, rubbing closer to her clit or something. Yet, no matter how she sat, it continued to persist. Growing in intensity even. Her immediate reaction was to suspect the person nearest her. It was a surprisingly effective conclusion in some cases. There had be a number of incidents when she had been riding the train to work and such sensations had begun to build, and as she had looked around she spotted degenerate creeps rubbing themselves behind newspapers, or in one case, completely out in the open. In this case, Emma couldn't immediately bring herself to conclude that Clara had taken this opportunity to rub herself off. Especially having just gotten back from cumming alongside the Doctor only a little while ago. In that instance, Emma had made the fatal error of assuming that Clara Oswald was a woman who would be so easily satiated by a single orgasm. A big mistaken assumption to say the least.
"Everything alright, Emma?" Clara asked, her hand continuing to rub her clit with increased intensity. Growing faster and faster, Clara was surprised at how immediately Emma had begun to catch on, feeling that slow burn of pleasure herself. It wasn't anything special, so much so that it was barely helping to get Clara wet at all, however the slight blush in Emma's cheeks, alongside the rise in her heart rate was curious nonetheless. Speeding up the constant movements across her clit, Clara watched Emma clear her throat and readjust herself, trying to brush the building sensation to one side.
"Yes, quite alright. Just… I just thought I heard something is all. God… Is it getting stuffy in here. Where was… Oh, yes. My childhood. I struggled around other kids and when I turned into a teenager, it was a mess of hormonal incidents. Imagine being a teenager and then having to deal with everyone else's problems as well. It was quite the…" Emma once again began, her cheeks turning a deeper red as her clit began to tingle and throb. It was definitely not her imagination, with the tender sensations being all to familiar to her own personal exploration of her body. It was as if she was rubbing her own clit right then and there. Noting the reaction from Emma, Clara decided to up the ante, and lowered two fingers down to her entrance. Slipping them along her folds, she curled the tips inside herself. Taking a deep breath herself, she fought her instinct to moan and plunged them inside herself, keeping her eyes locked with Emma. The empath's eyes widened as a sudden surge of pleasure flooded through her body, the sensation of being filled with an object thrumming through her body, causing her to writhe in her chair and ask suddenly and sharply, "What are you doing?"
"Nothing? Are you sure you're alright?" Clara asked, leaning forwards slightly as she continued to push her fingers as deep inside herself as possibly, curling them upwards so that they danced deliciously across her g-spot, running circles across that bead of divine pleasure, the surge of pleasure tingling through her own body being transposed onto Emma's, sending equal measures of pleasure through her body. Staring into Clara's eyes, Emma could tell that something wasn't quite right, that Clara was at least manipulating her into feeling some form of sexual pleasure, yet the position she was angled at made it impossible to tell.
"Yes… I'm just. I think I'm going to go back to the… to the Professor and… and the Doctor if that's alright. Feel free to finish your… your tea. I'm sorry," Emma breathed, rising to her feet and readjusting her clothing as Clara rose to join her, casually slipping her hand out from within the folds of her skirt, curling the slick digits into the palm of her hand to hide what she had been doing. Whilst she was pretty confident that pleasure was considered an emotion in the Empath's mind, she couldn't rightly call her out for it. Ultimately, Emma could have been having a moment that happened to coincide with Clara's testing. What proved necessary was a sudden burst and surge of intense pleasure, amplified through Emma's inexperienced sexual body. And Clara could think of only one thing that would fit the bill. As Emma turned away and reached for the door, Clara quickly reached behind herself, slipping the hand that had been playing with her pussy down the backside of her body. Sliding the fingers beneath her skirt and panties, she wrestled with her juicy ass cheeks and pushed her fingers right up against her asshole. Still somewhat inexperienced in anal, she thought it would be the perfect burst of pleasure to catch Emma outright. Nestling two of her slickened fingers against her asshole, she pushed them inside. With the tips lodged in place, she suddenly and sharply pushed them inside of herself, letting out a groan of pleasure as she felt the sensation surge through her body. And across the room, the same reaction overtook Emma. She had pulled the door open slightly, yet it slammed shut as she fell forwards, sticking her ass out instinctively as the sensation of her rear entrance being probed took her by surprise. Yelping, she turned suddenly, "Clara!"
"So… It is true. You can feel pleasure?" Clara said with a smile, sliding her fingers out of her body and looking at Emma. Turning around, she gave the rounder featured girl a flash of distaste as she caught her breath. The feeling of fingers plunging into her rear end was something she would never quite get used to she thought.
"I'd hoped you would have taken my denial as answer enough, not… diddle yourself in-front of me!" Emma breathed, stepping away from the door with a hushed shout, absolutely baffled by the fact that someone would go to such a crass and crude length simply to discover something such as this.
"Sorry, I was genuinely curious. That means… When me and the Doctor… Were you… How does it work? Do you just feel it? Can you… can you finish from it? How…" Clara asked, more excited than anything. Closing the distance between her and Emma, she shewed her eagerness to understand and perhaps explore such a brand-new avenue of sex. It was exactly why she joined the Doctor. The see these new worlds and feel these new things. And what newer a pleasure than an empathic ability to feel pleasure.
"Clara, please… Just… It's not like that… I tend not to just feel it. It's like I… It's like I feel everything in someone's body. I feel the subtle sensation of the still air rushing across their body as they shift slightly. It's like I can create a mental picture of someone, and their surroundings based purely on the sensations they feel. It's not specifically for feeling when people are… intimate with one another. I would suppose that is nothing but a by-product…" Emma explained, slowly pushing past Clara and sinking into one of the chairs.
"But you did feel it? With me and the Doctor? You felt everything I felt?" Clara asked, silently thrilled about the voyeuristic nature of being watched. Noting the excitement, she felt about knowing she had been being watched, she took the chair opposite Emma, her eagerness once again betraying her.
"Why are you so unkempt in discussing this? We shouldn't be talking about… sex…" Emma breathed, unable to say the word without blushing, reminding Clara of herself growing up. Sex ed was a flood with rosy cheeks and embarrassed looks.
"Why not? You were alright watching me and the Doctor," Clara argued, a smile cracking across her lips. Knowing that Emma had been watching her as she walked naked through the mansion and gorged herself on the Doctor's cock. It titillating.
"I wasn't watching… And I can't control it… Please can we just leave it at that?" Emma sighed, exasperated with the whole discussion and hating how much she wanted to continue. Arguing with herself, inside, she ultimately came to the conclusion to simply call it quits.
"Sorry… But… Just one, last question. Just one?" Clara asked, sensing her hesitancy to talk about it, but hoping she could squeeze one last question in. She also hoped that this question would somehow be the one that convinced her to speak freely.
"Fine. But after that, we go and join the others. No more of this… sex talk…" Emma agreed, somewhat perturbed by the grin of glee that wormed across Clara's face, the girl leaning forwards to once again close as much distance between them, the lingering feeling of having played with herself corrupting her with more excitement.
"Agreed… But… What's it like when you're actually having sex with someone else? Does it double up or something?" Clara asked, genuinely curious about the inner workings of such an interaction. Surely, if they arranged in such a way where Emma was pleasuring one person whilst also being pleasured by said person, the pleasure would intensify. Then would Emma pleasuring the other person then be considered a form masturbation? At least vicariously through someone else. All these questions brimmed in Clara's mind, only to be curbed by Emma's response.
"I wouldn't possibly know…" Emma sighed, her disdain for the conversation showing, as well as her disdain for the fact that that was her answer. Living with such empathic abilities meant that sex was something that corrupted her mind constantly yet alluded her when it came to the actual intimacy.
"What? I mean… You've never…" Clara asked, somewhat astounded that a beautiful woman such as her would go without a good rodgering every now and again. Hell, the professor seemed all to eager to supply such intimacy. It was close to hand.
"My preferences aren't exactly preferable…" Emma admitted, her cheeks turning a deeper shade of red as she turned to look at Clara's confused face. Unsure as to what she meant, it slowly began to register on her face, but in order to encourage that realisation, Emma clarified, "If I had a choice, I'd prefer the company of women. I know, it's…"
"It's what? Go on. Finish your sentence…" Clara asked, worrying about she was going to say. The times weren't exactly ancient, but they were far from progressive when it came to the pleasure of the other sex. It almost broke Clara's heart to see the uncertainty and borderline shame on Emma's face.
"It's unseemly…" she breathed, turning to look at Clara, becoming a little confused as the brunette stifled laughter at the insinuation. Lesbian sex was hardly unseemly. In modern times, you could hardly move for the celebration of women fucking. Reminding herself of the times, Clara opted for a more measured response.
"Unseemly? Hah! What's unseemly is the fact that you've let that hold you back from enjoying sex," Clara said, encouraging Emma to stand up, the time-travellers adrenaline doing the decision making for her as she stood up herself, "Come on, stand up."
"Clara, please… I really…" Emma groaned, begrudgingly standing up, not entirely sure what Clara was going to do, but following along as her fellow brunette shifted the chairs to the side, giving them a modicum of space within the drawing room.
"Don't tell me you haven't been curious?" Clara asked, taking one of Emma's hands in her own, looking into the girl's eyes and trying to figure out what she was thinking. It was somewhat ironic that she was the one in this position without that specific talent.
"About what?" Emma asked, her empathic abilities not tuning into the racing heartbeat in front of her. Her innocent naivety was truly a thing of wonder. Yet as she looked at Clara, she began to see intent behind her eyes. What it was directed towards, she couldn't guess.
"About what happens when you actually have sex. When an empath has sex? Imagine the pleasure… What I'd give for that…" Clara smiled excitedly, imagining double the level of pleasure. Imagining all the intimate discoveries that could be found through empathic means.
"You're talking as if you intend to find out," Emma giggled, before noticing the look of sincerity on Clara's face. Suddenly, the penny dropped, and Emma's heart began to beat faster, her breath catching in her throat. She couldn't possibly be serious?
"Why not?" Clara asked with a sultry smile, biting her lip suggestively as she brushed her hair out from her face, letting her eyes wander along Emma's body. She certainly didn't dress suggestively in any case, but Clara could see the underlying beauty. She could see the uncertain look on the woman's face, the nervous fluttering of her heart. Taking Emma's other hand, she held them both, drawing Emma's eyes to her own and speaking from the heart, "Emma… If you really think that you're preference is unseemly. That every other attractive woman in your time would find it so, then surely the best person to have that unseemly experience with is someone from a time when such things aren't so unseemly…"
"You and the Doctor do appear quite… alien to our time…" Emma laughed, still not entirely certain that Clara was being seriously, but the tighter her grasp on her hands became and the closer her body inched to hers, Emma began to realise the utter sincerity in Clara's intent.
"Exactly. More so than you'd imagine, believe it or not. So…" Clara asked, closing the distance between them, pinning their waists together and holding Emma as if they were slowly dancing. The warmth of Clara's body was incredible, drawing her down the path of agreeing. Still unable to say the actual words, she did finally succumb.
"I wouldn't know where to begin…" Emma smirked, revealing her interest in what Clara was suggesting. That was all Clara needed to plough forwards and bring Emma into the bustling realm of sexual deviancy. It was strange being the one with all the information on that front, Clara thought. Then again, that implied the Doctor was the sexual expert which hardly accurate either. If anything they were both as haphazardly keen as one another, with as much expertise as well; making for them perfect to explore the boundless sexual opportunities of the entire universe.
"Well…" Clara began as the two rocking back and forth as the embrace tightened, the sexual tension slowly building between them, only for it slowly dwindle as Clara realised that this was ultimately an area of mystery to her as well. She hadn't ever done anything with a woman. And whilst she had acted with such confidence and bravado beforehand, it fell by the wayside when she had to act on it. What was it like to have sex with a woman? Maybe that was why she was so dogged in pursuing Emma. The thrill of something new, "Well, me neither..."
"You mean to say you haven't done this before?" Emma laughed, taking that as humorous give Clara's insistence and eagerness on it all. It didn't however, curb Emma's interest. Strangely enough, it felt comforting to be on the same level as her. Trailing unfounded tracks.
"Not with a woman. There's a first time for everything. I can't imagine that it is any different than with a man?" Clara mused, thinking it through. It was all same, rubbing and touching, squeezing and fondling. Only when it came to the main event… there wasn't a cock.
"So how would you begin things with a man?" Emma asked, a tinge of suggestiveness in her voice as she watched Clara turn to her with the same suggestive smirk. What Clara went onto say wasn't perhaps the most tactful and well-thought out, but elicited a giggle from both of them nonetheless.
"Depends on the man," She said with a salacious grin, only to then analyse how that actually sounded and how it made her out to be nothing short of a slut -an accurate if not an unappealing assessment-, "Wow, that sounded quite… whorish… Sorry… Well, I suppose I would start with a kiss. Don't tell me this is your first kiss."
"No. But it has been quite a while, so I don't think I…" Emma smirked, only to have her words captured and taken away from her by Clara's sudden movement. In Clara's mind, the best kisses were the unexpected; the sudden ones that enkindled passion and intimacy, depth and delight. And so, with that in mind, she pushed her lips forwards, sandwiching them softly against Emma's, pulling the girl tighter as their lips melted together. Steadily, Emma felt herself sinking into the kiss, the sincerity in Clara's movements disintegrating any hesitancy left within her. Hungrily chasing Clara's lips, the ecstasy ignited between them, their cores twisting inwards as their lips bounced back and forth between heated breaths, hot and steaming with arousal and desire. Their hands no longer were clasped together, instead falling down towards their hips and sides, resting against the other's body, able to feel their breathing resonating from their chests, deep and rhythmic. It was Clara that ultimately pushed them further, parting her lips and allowing her tongue to dip forwards, searching for entrance into Emma's mouth. Taken by surprise, Emma relented, her own lips parting and allowing Clara's tongue to carve through her entrance, weaving and winding around her own. Not sure how best to reciprocate, Emma instead let Clara to do the work, eagerly exploring her lips and mouth, their bodies writhing together with delicate intimacy. Slowly, but surely, their lips parted, each of them returning another time for a final kiss, the two of them not wanting to stop. Even as Emma pulled back, her breathing catching up to her, she looked into Clara's wide, rounded eyes and asked with hunger and desire, "And next?"
"Privacy…" Clara said with a grin. One of her hands shot back behind Emma, causing the girl to follow it, only to realise that she had been pushed backwards, her body now pressed up against the doorway. Flicking the lock, Clara's hands grabbed Emma's and pulled her back towards the centre of the room, cupping her cheeks and bringing into a tender and intimate kiss, the two of them slowly sinking down onto their knees, the softness of a fur rug comforting their knees as they dropped downwards. Parting their lips, Clara looked towards Emma and said with a ravenous look, "And then… we get naked…"
Slowly, Emma nodded and reached up to the buttons of her blouse, popping one undone only to receive an strange look from Clara, who swiftly pulled her hands down and giggled at her, bringing a slight tinge of red to Emma's cheeks, "I thought you said…"
"I did… but where is the fun in taking off your own clothes. You do that every day… Here, let me show you…" Clara said with a purr, leaning forwards and shifting their bodies together. Straddling Emma's knees, Clara leant in and began to kiss, her drawing the woman's eyes shut as her hands began to work, steadily unbuttoning her blouse, bit by bit. Enthralled and engaged in the kiss, Emma didn't even notice the garment being flung to the side. She did however, feel Clara's hands on her breasts, squeezing the ample handfuls through the fabric of her simple white cotton bra. Having her chest fondled in such a way brought her breathing upwards, her lips parting away from Clara's as the brunette time-traveller dropped them lower, cradling them in Emma's neck as her hands reached around behind the girl, unfastening bra with ease. Her instincts told her to hide her exposed skin, yet Emma fought them as Clara tenderly pulled the garment away exposing her soft and bouncing breasts. And then… Clara touched her hands against those freed breasts, sinking her fingers into each of them, lightly squeezing them to a loud and orgasmic moan from Emma. What limited sexual experience she had was in masturbation and even In such heated moments of self-arousal, her breasts never tingled with such pleasure. Her nipples grazed against Clara's palms as Emma leant her head backwards, her chest rising and falling as she did so. Encouraging her to lay back against the ground, Clara loomed over her, remaining astride her body, yet face to face with her round and ample breasts. They were nothing special, yet knowing they belonged to a closeted lesbian virgin made their simplicity electrically brilliant. Tracing her thumb along the curve of her breast, she relished the way in which they sprung back, suddenly and immediately realising where the inherent infatuation men had with women's breasts came from. Nothing, in that moment, seemed more enticing and erotic, begging to be devoured and ravished with every thrumming movement of her tongue and hands. And so Clara did just that.
Drawing her lips away from Emma's, Clara left the woman murmuring and moaning softly as she massaged the woman's breasts. Planting soft kisses along the brunette's jawline, Clara traced her mouth downwards, ensuring that the slow and tender march towards the Empath's breasts was as tantalising as it was pleasurable. Finally, Clara sank her lips into the soft mounds of Emma's tits, her hands wrapped around them, squeezing them slightly as she gave the woman the first taste of the delectable pleasure that was to come. Moaning softly in reaction to each of Clara's kisses, Emma arched her back, encouraging her to more, the drive more pleasure through her body. Pressing her lips against each of Emma's nipples, Clara flicked her tongue across both of them, curling around the sensitive beads. Tracing circles across each of them and relishing their steady ascent to erectness. The soft brush of lips against the pleasure-sensitive flesh was enough to have her nipples hard as rock, her body shuddering with pleasurable bliss, bringing her steadily towards a delectable orgasm. Clara, hungry to savour every aspect of Emma's anatomy, began to lavish her breasts with clumsy kisses, her tongue occasionally lathering across her exposed and creamy flesh, the woman eager to simply devour the soft and tender handfuls. Lightly nibbling on each of her teats whenever she brushed back across, her would bask in the sounds of utter bliss that escaped Emma's lips, the woman being welcomed into a brand-new world of sexual exploration, bringing with it pleasure unparalleled. Moans echoed from her lips as she pushed her chest upwards and further into Clara's grasp, the writhing brunette unable to believe that Clara's movements were not those of an experienced lover and in fact belonged to someone whom had never laid their hands upon a pair of breasts that were that of their own. The subtle squeezes and light pressures that Clara bestowed upon her were purposeful and precise, sending immense and overwhelming pleasure through her body.
Ultimately, had Clara been doing the exact same thing but to another woman who wasn't an Empath, she would have been hurried along in a bored and tired voice. The woman's Empathic abilities heightened her arousal and her sensitivity to pleasure. Her ability to tune into pleasure and satisfaction made it easier to cultivate it within her own body. Not to mention, after years of living her sexuality vicariously through other people, the first scintillating experience of her own was proving to be tumultuous in terms of pleasure. Not to mention the fact that alongside the pleasure of being ravenously attacked by the hungry lips of another woman, she was also tingling with the innate satisfaction that Clara herself was experiencing as a result of playing with her breasts. Every time she let out a hollow and muffled moan derived from fondling Emma's breasts or the satisfaction of feeling her nipples ping back and forth from a flick of her tongue; all of it was then being broadcast into Emma's mind, providing a more intense pleasure for the Empath. It was all quite overwhelming and didn't bode well for Emma's ability to remain herself throughout what was to inevitably come. The warmth of Clara's body against hers became a pleasure in and of itself; the subtle contact of skin against skin made it all the more enjoyable. Everything seemed to compound into pleasure that she simply couldn't bear, especially as Clara's hands began to wander sound, promising to explore new avenues of pleasure that would undoubtedly allow for some truly orgasmic experiences. The hesitancy she had previously felt became fear that she wouldn't be able to handle it. Yet, her voice and words ultimately failed her, the Empath only able to let moans and quivers of pleasure escape her lips as Clara steamed on ahead, intent on savouring ever pleasure Emma could provide across her creamy little body.
Resting her lips on Emma's stomach, she unbuttoned the front of her skirt, quickly tearing it away to reveal the simple pair of cotton panties; the fabric soaked and drenched with arousal. Grinning madly with lust at the sight, Clara quickly hooked her fingers inside the underwear, tenderly peeling them away from the woman's folds, inching them slowly downwards, until she tossed them to the side, leaving Emma wearing only a pair of thigh length tights. Not bothering with them at the moment, Clara let out a hoarse groan of approval as she eyed up Emma's pussy. Just like her own pussy before she had been welcomed into the sexually liberated world of the Doctor, Emma's cunt was wild with brown hair, the nest only lightly trimmed and tended to. A part of Clara adored the look, thinking that she should have kept a similar level of wild untamed hair down there, imagining the ultimate sight that her own hairy pussy pressed against Emma's hair pussy would have been. Instead of focussing on what could have been, Clara instead focussed on what was, admiring the many slick folds and flaps of Emma's pussy, her clit already throbbing with pleasure, desperate to be touched and played with. Her hot breath lingered across Emma's pussy and as Clara leant in with her lips, she noticed the contorting pleasure that had claimed Emma. She was on the verge of orgasm. Right on the edge of an explosive end. Already… After only a quickly lap and lick at her breasts and a little teasing of their bodies being pressed together, she was ready to let the pleasure wash over her and claim every sense in her mind. A smile stretched across Clara's lips as she wondered if Emma would still be able to talk by the time that the Time-Traveller experienced her own orgasm. Not thinking any further, Clara instead planted a single soft kiss against Emma's folds, watching as she arched her back even more and let out several moans of blissful delight.
With passion igniting in both of their bodies, the promise of a display of divine pleasure in Clara's mind, she threw caution to the wind and rose up to her knees. Shirking her leather jacket, she tossed it across the room before beginning to unbutton her blouse. A little confused by the cessation of what was an immensely pleasurable series of sensations, Emma looked up, her lips parting, "Oh… I thought that we were meant to undress one another?"
"Sometimes. When you get in the heat of it, pleasure bubbling and whatnot… You've just got to say fuck it, strip naked and get on with it," Clara grinned as Emma watched the woman swiftly beginning to strip naked. Pulling her blouse over her head, Clara swiftly unveiled her own plump and juicy breasts, with Emma's eyes widening at the soft pliability. Not to mention the soft and tantalising bounce that they displayed as they were freed from the confines of her clothing. Next, Clara unclasped her skirt, tossing it to side before unceremoniously falling onto her back, lifting her ass up in the air to peel away her tights and underwear. With those garments thrown to the side, Clara displayed her slick and shaven pussy to the virgin Emma, the brunette's eyes widening at the modern approach to tending to one's quim. The idea of being bare down there seemed somewhat abhorrent in principle, yet in practice, it looked nothing if not alluring, giving her even deeper urges to rush forwards with her tongue and plunge it into the depths of her brunette counterpart.
"You're shaven… It… It looks good… I fear I…" Emma commented as Clara shuffled her way back over, leaning of the slim and slender form of the Empath, running her fingers along the woman's skin, igniting fireworks wherever she touched, eliciting moans from simple grazes along her arm. Emma ran her own fingers through the nest of hair above her crotch, almost embarrassed by the display in comparison to Clara's neatly shaven cunt.
"Don't worry. I love a hairy pussy. More exciting… So… You ready?" Clara breathed, her lips lingering close to Emma's, the time-traveller grinning madly with lust, almost to the point that it was unnerving for Emma to look into their lecherous eyes. Unnerving, yet titillating nonetheless.
"Ready for what?" Emma asked naively, looking into Clara's eyes and watching as she bowed her head and laughed. Blushing slightly at the response, Emma couldn't help but giggle in unison, admitting that her inexperience was ultimately a thing of immense wonder.
"A lesbian that doesn't know what lesbians do when fucking? I suppose, you don't have ready access to porn yet…" Clara commented, thinking to herself that the only reason she had any understanding of lesbian interactions or sex at all was via the world of porn. How a lesbian came to know how make love before such an advent baffled her. Perhaps every single lesbian had their own time-travelling counter-part to instruct them in such intimacies. Or perhaps, it was solely Clara, going through time and teaching lesbians how to fuck. She'd have to probe the Doctor on that possibility, she thought, with a grin.
"Porn? You mean those horrid magazines with naked women and men? Why would I…" Emma recoiled, remembering seeing her brother having significant collections of those disgusting depictions of men and women. The few she actually read through were repugnant In their lurid detail.
"Oh, in the future you'll learn the pleasures of porn. Believe me. I was just like you…" Clara smirked, remembering the first time she encountered the Doctor; that explosive experience born of pornographic delights, "But you never answered my question… Are you ready?"
"Ready for what? You never answered mine!" Emma smirked, the smile on her lips showing the first outward suggestion of actual seduction that Clara had seen. The rest had been awkward inexperience, but the curl on the Empath's face screamed expressly of lecherous intent: she was learning
"For this…" Clara grinned, inspired by the look on Emma's face. As swiftly as those words had left her lips, Clara dropped down towards Emma's pussy and immediately thrust her face into those delectable folds. The soundless contortions that escaped Emma's lips were some of the finest sounds that Clara had ever had the fortune of witnessing, with the Empath contorting wildly with pleasure. With only her lips against Emma's pussy, Clara took things a step further, letting her tongue slip out from between her lips, pushing the slick and slippery muscle through the central channel of Emma's pussy, the tip of her tongue interweaving itself amidst the folds of slick flesh, lightly toying with her entrance as she briefly brushed past it in eager and riveting exploration of Emma's pussy. Whilst Emma had always found the idea that lesbians must engage in more creative means of pleasure a peculiar thought, with the idea of oral not settling well with her in any capacity, yet in that explosive moment where she couldn't object, she finally understood the bliss that could be born of a single talented woman and her equally talented tongue. Working her tongue back and forth across Emma's folds, Clara slowly unfurled those slick petals of her anatomy, peeling them apart and running her tunnel through the sensitive clefts that remained and lingered. Eventually, her avid tongue-work managed to coax out from its hidden pocket of flesh the pulsating bead of sensitive nerves that was the woman's clit. Knowing what levels of pleasure would be thrust through Emma's entire body upon the moment that Clara even grazed her tongue against that orgasmic time-bomb, she quickly retreated, letting the pleasure within the core of her body build, letting it grow increasingly intense, the sensations winding towards her clit and steadily engorging it, the bud begging to be incorporated into Clara's tactile exploration of Emma's cunt. Spurred on by the delicious moans that were finally able to escape Emma's seized up lips, Clara redoubled her efforts, wanting nothing more than to drive Emma into her first ever orgasm born of another woman's touch.
Instead, Clara wound her tongue down and along the woman's cleft, eventually finding her entrance nestled amidst the folds of her pussy; tight and clutching, begging to be driven into with all of Clara's lustful intent. Resting the tip of her tongue in place, Clara stifled a muffled giggle as Emma gasped audibly, the sheer erotic intensity displayed on her pleasure-ridden face being nothing but enthralling and thoroughly entertaining. Slowly, Clara eased her tongue tenderly inside of the woman, hooking her hands around Emma's thighs and keeping them spread firmly apart, knowing that the spasms of unbelievably intense pleasure coursing through Emma's body were just as likely to cause her to lightly caress her cheeks with her slim and slender thighs as she was to clamping down tightly on Clara's face and smothering her amidst the slick heaven of her deliciously tight pussy. As Clara sank her tongue inside, constantly wriggling it back and forth in an attempt to loosen her immensely constricted hole, her pussy spasming wildly with each thrust of her tongue, to the point where Clara was confident the girl was going through a perpetual state of infinite orgasms; a prospect that rendered Clara not but jealous of the woman's abilities. Exploring through her tight depths, Clara's hunger for more pleasure, for more toe-curling bliss, drew her attention to her own quivering pussy. A part of her wanted to throw caution to the wind and slam her own tight pussy down onto Emma's face and display to the Empath the modern ways of intense and voracious love-making that would have made her comely sensibilities shudder with embarrassment. Then, Clara remembered that if she was to offer a steady introduction to the world of love-making, it was probably best not to immediately launch into a barrage of sixty-nines and intense double-jointed sexual gymnastics. It would probably be best to refrain from whipping out the intricate and elaborate alien sex-toys when the girl she was fucking found the notion of porn to be an outlandish and abhorrent principle. She could only imagine if it had been Emma exploring that alien sex-bazaar at the Rings of Akhaten as opposed to her.
With that in mind, Clara took it slowly, abandoning her plan of keeping Emma's legs spread and instead introduced the Empath to the pleasures that fingers could provide; an artform that Emma had admittedly explored in the quiet confines of her bedroom, understanding the intimate anatomy of her pussy to a degree that she was a little embarrassed of. Bringing her hand towards Emma's pussy, Clara brought the tips of her fingers up to her entrance, deciding that two fingers would serve as a perfect beginning for the woman. Curling those two fingers toward her entrance, Clara slowly inched them inside, pushing them slowly into the woman's cunt, allowing the tightness of her pussy to envelop each of her tights, harbouring them in their tight and clutching depths. It was a strange feeling to finger someone else, and Clara began to feel her own intense desire bubbling to the fore-front. With her other hand, Clara dropped three fingers to her own pussy, running them along her slit until she found her entrance, and without thinking, sank those digits deep inside of her own pussy, rhythmically finger-fucking herself at a blistering pace. It was safe to say that her partner's empathic abilities slipped Clara's mind, and the surge of uniquely pleasurable sounds that escaped from Emma's lips were chocked up to Clara simply doing a wonderful job. The time-traveller didn't even think that the erotic sounds and displays of pleasure were as a result of Clara essentially fisting Emma's pussy, with her empathic resonance flooding her body with the pleasure of having five fingers lodged inside of herself; hardly the slow and measured introduction to fingering that Clara had intended. Emma's eyes immediately crossed themselves, her body thrumming with intense and orgasmic pleasure, her orgasm being fast-tracked due to the overlaying pleasures compounding into an almighty nest of satisfaction. Five fingers were shifting in and out of herself, three of which were moving at such a pace that they remained disjointed in comparison to the others, creating a unique blend of speed and intensity, all of which was further accentuated by Clara's tongue wriggling around inside her, which happened to occupy the same space as the three fingers plunging into her cunt, amplifying simple pleasure in to absolutely unparalleled bliss.
It was safe to say that Emma's orgasm rippled through her with the force of a hurricane, with her pussy clamping down so tight that Clara's tongue and fingers were forced out of her depths as the Empath writhed and squealed, almost howling with pleasure against the fur rugs beneath her. Grinning madly as Emma continued to twitch and convulse on the floor beneath her, the orgasm lasting the better part of a minute, Clara rose to her knees, continuing to rub her own pussy, the fact that Emma's body was experiencing the same sensations, but only heighted, not crossing her mind. Finally, Emma's orgasm subsided, and she looked up at Clara, the same soft expression on her face; only… only her eyes were intent. Passionate. Hungry. Without warning, she rose to her knees and planted her lips against Clara's, the lingering arousal of the moment captured in Emma. What ultimately happened was that following her orgasm, with her mind addled by pleasure, her soft and comely personality searched for stability. And it found stability. Found it in Clara. Piecing together the addled parts of Emma's thoughts with Clara's, her abilities created a patchwork of thoughts and momentary emotions, creating in Emma a woman possessed with the passion and drive of Clara's horny thoughts. Desperate for her own orgasm. Guided by these thoughts, Emma met Clara's lips with intensity, their bodies thrust together. Steadily, Clara fell back on to the rugs, overcome by Emma's newfound confidence, Clara too consumed with the lesbian's inner awakening to give pause to Emma's abilities affecting her.
Pulling her lips away from Clara's, Emma stared momentarily at Clara's face, adoring the slick cheeked woman and her breathless smile. Whilst Emma's plan was clear; bestow the same pleasure she just felt on Clara; there was a lingering thought niggling at the back of her head. It was a strange thought, one that didn't belong to her, yet pulsated and throbbed so powerfully when looking at Clara. Not entirely sure why she was thinking it or what could ever possibly come of it, Emma submitted to the idea out a sheer momentarily lapse in her thought; all to Clara's absolute excitement. Emma slowly shifted her body, clambering around Clara's body until her lips were face to face with Clara's hairless pussy, and Clara's lips were in line with Emma's hairy cunt. Grinning madly with lust as Emma, seemingly apropos of nothing, committed to the fantasy desire that Clara had been thinking off only minutes prior. Even then, Clara remained lapsed when it came to thinking of the most probable cause of it all, instead simply thrilled that it came to fruition and that she could exhibit more perverse and outward desires. After all, it seemed that the innocent and inexperienced lesbian virgin wasn't as innocent and inexperienced a she made out. She may not have done many of these things, but her fantasies were that of a complete and utter sexual deviant.
Even before Clara had the opportunity to bask in the delectable nectar, she had relished moments before, Emma had plunged her own tongues downwards, mimicking Clara previous movements to a tee. She wove her tongue through the woman's slickness, navigating her flowering flesh to find both her entrance and clit. However, unlike Clara, Emma realised the sumptuous pleasure possibilities that could be derived from targeting that sweet spot. Throughout her entire experience of Clara eating her pussy, she wanted nothing more than to feel Clara switch her focus towards that beaded bulb of flesh and send riveting levels of pleasure cascading throughout her body. With that hunger in mind, Emma curled her tongue around that sensitive bead, letting her tongue bounce and flick it back and forth. Immediately, her desire for Clara to do that was justified as she felt the pleasure that Clara felt surge throughout her body. There was something absolutely captivating about licking across Clara's pussy and in turn feeling those sensations dancing across her own body. It was simple and pleasurable, but it was enthralling to have that level of control over her own body. To be able to impress her tongue over Clara's cunt and then feel the same shuddering satisfaction work its way through her own body. Whilst Emma still felt those urges to writhe and contort herself in a series of pleasurable moans and movements, she found her ability to focus on the sweetness in front of her serving as a form of anchor as the sea of shuddering pleasures formed a maelstrom of bliss around her.
And then, Clara laid upon her the final layer of pleasure. Pulling Emma's hips downwards, Clara displayed with utter satisfaction the benefits of their unique position, with Clara pulling Emma's pussy onto her lips, smothering her in the tight and wet caverns of the Empath's pussy. Moans cascaded across their bodies as Clara resumed her avid exploration of Emma's pussy, this time taking the time to weave wayward laps across her engorged clit, in turn causing Emma to moan into Clara's pussy, the two of them devouring one another to drive their own cyclical bliss. In a way, Clara was experiencing the same pleasure return as Emma, only lessened in some capacities. Whatever pleasure she drove into Emma's pussy produced moans and sounds of ecstasy and pleasure, which in turn were muffled against her own slickness, sending pleasure back through into her own body, intensifying her own building orgasm. It wasn't nearly as momentary or as intense and Emma's empathic cycle, but it was still a doubling back of the pleasure that she was rigorously rushing through Emma's body. Finding it difficult to focus as that last layer of pleasure clicked into place, Emma kept her tongue rigid and ran it aimlessly across Clara's pussy, keeping her face pressed tightly against her folds so that any sounds or murmurs she made were then transferred through and into Clara's body. Worried she was growing lazier with her pleasure, Emma realised she didn't have to worry for long as Clara ultimately had different ideas. Grabbing Emma by her ass cheeks, Clara rolled the woman over onto her back, their positions now swapped, "Ah! What are… of fuck… What are you doing?"
"I've always wanted to do this, but I've never found a woman to do it with. So… I thought I'd take this excellent opportunity to explore something, new. Are you up for it?" Clara grinned as she un-straddled Emma and circled around her until she was knelt between the Empath's spread legs.
"Do you even have to ask…" Emma breathed, leaning her head back and watching as Clara lifted one of Emma's legs into the air, shuffling forwards with her legs either side of the one that was laid flat on the floor. Confused, Emma quickly realised what she was doing as the pleasure swept through her. The warmth of their pussies collided, with Clara sinking her hips downwards until her shaven pussy and Emma's hairy pussy were sandwiched together, their bodies interwoven in a delectable embrace. Clara had always thought scissoring was an almost entirely visual pleasure, with the satisfaction of grinding pussies together being largely in watching two people do it. It was nothing short of an erotic embrace, but its pleasure seemed minimal in her mind. It was why it was so prevalent in porn. People loved watching it. Yet, with her own pussy thrust against Emma's, she felt a shudder of pleasure as all the heightened pleasure centres of her pussy ignited, being pressed into and massaged by silky soft flesh, coating in slick lubricant. Rocking her hips slowly back and forth, Clara felt the pleasure over-come her, with her body thrumming with scintillating delights. New parts of her pussy tingled as her folds caught on Emma's, peeling both of them back before they bounced back into place, resettling and doing the same when Clara swept back for a second pass, grinding her cunt harder and harder against Emma's with each saw of her hips.
Now, Emma understood why Clara preferred a hairy pussy. Emma found herself in a unique position, in which she was directly able to compare both the pleasures. The sensation of a hairy pussy being pressed into by a slick and shaven one; and the direct opposite. And she came to conclusion that the added friction allowed for an absolutely divine sensation. However, pairing both the pleasures together was something otherworldly. For someone who seemingly hadn't done this before, Clara certainly knew what she was doing. Or perhaps it was simply the unique blend of a brand-new sensation, paired with the erotic nature of the two of them fucking that ultimately drove her wild. That and she could feel Clara's orgasm building within her, alongside her own. Unlike any other time that she had cum or experienced someone else cum in her life, Emma was almost dreading this explosive end. To layer both her own orgasm and Clara's seemingly promised to bring about a culmination of this fuck-session that was just as likely to give her a heart-attack as it was to render her a complete drooling idiot. The intensity of a single orgasm had swept through her minutes prior and it had addled her brain and thoughts in such a way that she still wasn't thinking clearly. With two orgasms, she may not have been able to think again. And yet… the curiosity got the better of her. Two orgasms… Two intense orgasms shuddering through her body at once? It seemed like a risk she was willing to take. Not that she had much of a choice as they both exploded through her body.
Throwing her hair backwards, Clara experienced hers, continuing to grind her pussy to completion as she felt her rather delightful orgasm subside. Breathless, she pulled back and looked down at Emma, the woman's eyes widen open and her lips spread apart, not a single sound escaping them as she contorted on the floor. Initially worried she was having some sort of attack, Clara finally remembered exactly who she was fucking and began to feel a slight tingle of jealousy as the woman writhed through two overlapping orgasms. Her back was constantly arched, her chest rising and falling. It took almost thirty seconds for a deep breath to flood through her lips intertwined with a moan as she rolled onto her side, curling into a ball onto spasm a moment later back to her original position. After a complete minute, she reclined on her back, her breath rapid, but the most wonderful and pleasure-ridden moans escaping from her lips. After two minutes straight she let out a deep and orgasmic groan, before falling limp, her eyes open and her breathing continued to run ragged. Her orgasm, however, was over. With a smile on her lips, Clara slipped down next to her, cradling her head in the taller woman's neck as she slipped a hand over her stomach and threaded one of her legs between the Empath's, "I can only imagine…"
"I'm not sure I can even think… I can't feel my legs…" Emma breathed, wrapping an arm around Clara's shoulder and pulling her closer, desperate to feel her against every part of her body to prove that she still had some feeling in her bones.
"I wish my orgasms were like that. I have to be at it for hours, constantly denying myself one before I get my legs to be shaking," Clara explained, her breath having returned to normal whilst Emma's remained as wild and inconsistent as before.
"Why would you deny yourself one?" Emma asked, the notion of purposefully putting in the effort to attain an orgasm, only to then stop being as wild as it was counteractive. But then again, maybe it was her addled mind that wasn't making sense and if she had been suggested that two hours ago, she would have found the prospect the sheer definition of erotic.
"Oh its… a kink. Modern day people are weird. I tried it once. Wasn't my thing. I think a boyfriend liked it or something. But he was an absolute creep, so all he had to do was be himself and he'd be denied orgasms every day of his life," Clara giggled, propping her head up and smirking as her words went through one of Emma's ears and out of the other, not registering in the slightest.
"I understand a single word of that. But that might just be because words aren't sense and such…" Emma stammered, staring up at the ceiling, not even recognising her jumbled words. It was this moment that made Clara somewhat concerned, but she resolved to give the woman some time to reboot.
"Yeah, I think you need a minute. But… That means you get to enjoy one of the best parts. A good cuddle…" Clara smiled, pulling Emma closer and relishing the warm and intimate embrace, all beneath the roaring burn of a nearby log fire, their bodies stretched across the soft fur rugs beneath them: the picturesque definition of romance.
Author's Note: So, that was a lot of fun to write. Emma has so many interesting possibilities that it was a joy to experiment with some of them. Also, I made her a lesbian because… well, why not. Let me know what you guys think about it!
There Is another chapter for Clara that has been uploaded alongside this one. It is a one-shot of sorts/is set in a different universe/timeline, and explores Clara wanting to become a master sexual deviant by enlisting the aid of the two most salacious lesbians she knows. I don't know why I'm trying to sell it to when it is already online but go and enjoy it! I am probably going to continue it in additional one-shots or separate it into its own book.