A/N: Arrrg. Sexual content off the port bow. Bring a towel and a compass in case you get lost.
"I put a spell on you... and now your mine...
You can't stop the things I do... I ain't lying..."
Enjoy.
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Bewitching Diana Cavendish
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"Ahh…"
Diana stared as Akko squirmed beneath her own touch, her whimpers the only noises in the dressing room save for her own heavy breathing. Diana could see the outlines of her fingers through her panties as they slowly rubbed against her skin beneath the thin material. Her hand moved in long undulations as she touched herself, a noticeable saturation of wet heat beginning to seep through her fingertips and her blush darkening as embarrassment fought with want for control. But it was far too late for shame now.
For either of them.
As Akko writhed and moved against the countertop, Diana watched her, thirstily drinking in every single move, and it didn't take long for the small, almost teasing movements to grow a little faster, the stimulation of Akko's outer folds already starting to glisten with proof of her obvious arousal.
This certainly hadn't been what Diana expected when she agreed to go see Atsuko Kagari; either in in person at her show, or 'catching up' with her afterwards. But as she licked her lips and clenched her hands at her sides, Diana knew she'd by lying to herself if she said she wasn't enjoying it.
Akko's pleasure seemed to progress deeper as she slipped a single finger inside herself. She whimpered softly as her finger curled and dug with intent. Her palm arched, tenting her panties as she brushed the base of her hand against her mound, and she visibly shivered at the touch. Diana swallowed, knowing precisely why Akko was showing her this:
She wanted Diana to do this to her. Akko was showing Diana exactly where and how to touch her… just in case she had forgotten in those ten long years.
Another soft whimper cracked through the tense atmosphere around them, and Akko's breaths grew in a steady cadence, light sheen of sweat starting to pool around her neck and shoulders, and soon Diana could see the evidence of her ministrations began to leak from her panties in clear rivulets, dripping down the inside of her smooth thighs.
"Dian—aahh…"
Diana made to step towards her as her name was called, but stopped herself. No. Not yet. It was too soon, and Akko was still intending on proving something to her. Instead, Diana watched her, taking in her every move. It was more difficult than ever before to keep her composure and not revert to a slack-jawed, wide-eyed expression of awe at the creature before her, but it took all of Diana's pride and training from childhood to keep from doing so. She compromised by digging her fingernails into her palms in sync with each time Akko ground her fingers inside herself.
But God Damn… it was a close thing.
Soon, it was obvious the woman's pleasure was beginning to peak as she reached behind her, clenching her hand on the edge of the counter, her eyes squeezing shut. Her back arched, and a long keen escaped her throat like the air out of a balloon.
Diana always secretly thought that Akko was a thing of beauty, and that idea cemented itself in her mind as she witnessed the woman's arousal began to finally take hold of her entire being. The moisture from her center slid down from her thighs to the inside of her legs, and started dripping on the carpeted floor. Diana herself grew warmer just watching her, an almost unbearable ache in her belly she hadn't felt in a very long time making itself known. It wouldn't be long now until her self-control would leave her, and as her moans grew louder, it was clear how her own self-control had already left Akko.
Diana knew Akko wanted her as much as she herself did. She could tell from the way her body writhed and twisted against the counter, her modest breasts – braless, but still covered by her thin camisole – peaking at her small nipples, her bare waist begging for her touch, her pale, smooth legs deliciously creamy.
She was just as attracted to Akko as she had been all those years ago, and the idea that Akko would be here, now, masturbating for her to see was never something that would have ever crossed her mind – even those times Diana found herself, desperately alone and wanting as she touched herself, thinking about half-forgotten kisses from her first ever lover. And as she stood there, listening to Akko's increasingly heated moans mixed sporadically with the soft calling of her name, Diana had half a mind to start pleasuring herself as well.
Instead, she began to unbutton her blouse, one button at a time, as her eyes drank in the soft edges of Akko's body, and the sight of her hand working beneath her panties.
"Oh, Diana," Akko groaned as her eyes squeezed shut, her body arching languidly when she hit a particularly sensitive point. "I want you inside me, Diana. Your fingers… your tongue… everything."
It was then that Diana found she couldn't wait anymore. She moved over to Akko in three quick strides, dropping her shirt along the way atop of the already abandoned shorts. She leaned close and murmured into Akko's ear,
"Almost."
Akko's eyes snapped open, confusion and lust bleeding into her reaction, but Diana only smiled, hovering barely an inch away. Before Akko could even respond, Diana tilted her head and captured her lips in a deep, possessive kiss. She reached around, grabbing the hand that gripped the countertop, and directed it behind her neck.
"Yes…" Akko hissed, leaning into the kiss with a slow, almost desperate passion, obviously smothering the lust that bubbled just beneath her skin in favor of their first kiss after nearly a decade.
Diana continued the kiss, moving her hand down at the same time to cup Akko's outside of her panties, guiding her thrusts with a renewed energy. Akko whimpered helplessly when Diana left Akko's hand behind her neck, moving around her front to squeeze her breast through her camisole. A low rumble leaked through Diana's throat as she eagerly felt its modest perkiness. After a moment she withdrew from Akko's lips, letting the unrestrained moans and whines puff against her ear as she assisted Akko with her pleasure.
Akko's body began to stiffen as she writhed between Diana and the countertop. She couldn't manage any words of protest as Diana smothered her jawline and throat with soft kisses, her nose trailing along her skin to inhale her scent. It had been so long since Diana had smelled Akko – tasted her – that she could barely stand it; if she didn't possess her entirely here and now, she thought she could go insane.
The hand at Akko's breast moved up to the back of her neck. Diana's kisses moved randomly, almost frantically, forcing Akko to throw her head back as Diana's lips brushed along the skin of her neck. She whimpered when Diana's hand tugged at a thin strap of her top, sliding it over smooth skin down to her upper arm, tasting the pale flesh as she did. Diana's kisses grew wetter and wetter the lower she went, and before long her tongue began to slide over her collarbone.
God… it had been too, too long.
"Diana… please…"
And then, as if to both ignore and answer her plea, Diana clamped her teeth along Akko's collarbone in a sharp bite.
Immediately, Akko's body stiffened, a powerful shudder tearing through her as she hissed out loud, a groan following between her lips like it took physical effort. Feeling her reach her peak, Diana guided Akko's hand inside her panties to rub against the swollen bundle of nerves at the very top. Akko groaned again, her hand at the back of Diana's neck clenching tight and nails digging deep as she twitched and writhed. And then, in a torrent of desperate hiccups and high-pitched whines, Akko came apart in Diana's arms.
She jerked hard, her body snapping out of its stiffness as Diana cradled her. Akko's lips moved to utter soundless, breathless noises as she struggled to say anything, until she finally threw her head back and moaned towards the ceiling in a slew of meaningless vowels. All the while Diana held her, her own body responding to Akko's pleasure by heating up to an almost unbearable state of arousal. She desperately wanted to do something about it, but stifled the urge. First things first, she would take care of Akko. She would come later.
Gradually the woman returned from her orgasm, her eyes fluttering between open and closed as she sucked in deep breaths. Finally, she leaned forward and gently touched her nose to Diana's.
Diana watched Akko as her chin quivered; her cheeks rosy and eyes glassy with lust. She could feel her own arousal simmering beneath her skin at the sight, her restraint beginning to wane. But never in her life did she imagine she would be in this position – here, with Atsuko Kagari, easily the most wonderful girls she had ever met, and may even feel something deeply for – and she wasn't about to waste it by being hasty. Not when the woman was here; hot, wet, and all-but offering herself up completely to Diana.
And let it never be said that Diana Cavendish was wasteful.
The respite after Akko's climax was short-lived, as barely a few moments later Diana captured her lips in another kiss. Akko squeaked as her mouth left no mercy, almost mangling her with lips and teeth and tongue. Her surprise soon made way for a lustful moan, clearly realizing how turned on Diana truly was, and more than eager to reciprocate.
Her hands, one of them freshly sticky from her recent orgasm, clutched at Diana's back, her fingers working blindly at the clasp of her bra. She kissed her as she worked, whimpering softly when one if Diana's hands wandered somewhere new. They brushed along the outside of her top, moving along her chest, the sides of her breasts, down the indention of her ribs to her waist and finally dipping down low, teasing just beneath the waistband of her panties, and then behind to grope the fullness of her rear.
When she didn't get a firm grip – as Akko still leaned on the makeup counter for support – Diana growled in frustration, slipping her hands underneath Akko's thighs and lifting. Akko squealed as she was pushed on the counter, but the sound melted into a groan as Diana's hands found their way to her breasts. Almost as an afterthought, Akko swept a hand out behind her, scattering the makeup supplies and assorted sundries to the floor and clearing the countertop of debris, and then returned to freeing Diana of her bra.
In moments Akko succeeded, and Diana sighed through her nose as she slipped her arms through the loosened straps, not really caring where her bra fell and only on Akko as she broke away, her crimson eyes glinting as they took in her naked breasts.
"God, Diana…" she murmured, reverently, and reached out to touch them. Diana met her hand halfway, shaking her head silently. Akko pursed her lips – her expression almost an amusing parody of her teenage self and a full-grown woman – and huffed, instead dropping her hands to her side and gripped the bottom of her camisole, moving to pull it up and off her body.
Suddenly, Diana reached down and seized her wrists, effectively stopping her. Akko blinked, looking up in bemusement as Diana positioned her arms to her sides, leaving her irritatingly clothed and visibly confused. In response, Diana smirked and licked her lips, "Patience, Akko… Patience."
Akko's glare was impressive, and very much familiar to Diana. "I don't want to be patient. It's been ten years, Diana; I want you inside me." Akko then leaned forward, intending on kissing Diana.
Before she reached her goal, however, Diana dropped to her knees and roughly grabbed the waistband of Akko's underwear, rolling them down her legs in swift motions. Akko let out a strangled gasp, unable to move quickly enough to cover her newly exposed and swollen center before Diana attacked, pressing her mouth to Akko's smooth, pale abdomen as her panties dropped to her ankles.
Diana made her intent obvious to Akko with deliberate movements, and was rewarded with short, breathy gasps as her head started to drop lower. Diana smiled against Akko's skin as she felt hands dig into her hair, and responded by finding a firm grip on Akko's hips. Every inch that Diana's mouth covered with kisses, licks and soft nibbles just added more to Akko's already growing plethora of approving sounds and needy movements of her body until, finally – much too soon for Diana – she made it to her ultimate goal.
Yes... She had almost forgotten what she tasted like.
She felt Akko's fingers tighten their grip against her hair as she feasted.
"Uuuuhhn… Diana," Akko moaned, deep and long, either unwilling or unable to keep the unabashedly lewd sound from escaping her lips. Any further exclamations were choked down as Diana eagerly lapped up the juices that leaked from her core. When Akko's moans grew too loud, Diana changed her tactics, moving her mouth further south and running her tongue along the inside of her thighs, licking up the leftover spendings from her first climax.
Diana reveled in Akko's pale, flawless skin as she ran her tongue in teasing circles. Akko had always been skinny as a girl, but she had grown up well, gaining natural curves where it counted, and her legs being nearly perfect and smooth. She idly wondered if she woman shaved her legs, or simply used magic to take care of it. Regardless, she approved of the soft, unblemished ivory of her thighs and legs as she left a trail of sucks and bite marks everywhere she could.
Apparently feeling like Diana was taking too long, Akko began to mumble protests and tug at her hair, attempting to coax her back up to finish the job she started. All in good time, Diana smirked as she dutifully followed the cooling trail of juices down to her calves and ankles. She cocked her head to the side, peering up as Akko as she gently lifted one of her legs up, her eyes catching Akko's red, lust-hazed gaze.
"Diana…" Akko whined, her entire body trembling with want – desire. She tried to reach for Diana's hair again, but she was just out of reach, and instead bit on her knuckle and watched from beneath hooded eyelids as Diana ran her tongue along the sole of her foot. "Fuck…" she keened, writhing from atop the counter.
The word alone – and the sheer lewdness of the meaning behind it – was enough for Diana to abandon her foot, quickly ascending up Akko's leg. She caught Akko's surprised, yet expectant, gaze just before Diana returned to finish the job she started.
She didn't hold back as she dipped her tongue deep inside Akko. She heard the woman gasp breathlessly above her, and the tug at her hair was almost sharp enough for her to register it as only just painful. But she ignored the feeling, instead winding her arms around Akko's hips to firmly grip her behind.
Once again, Akko's words were taken from her as Diana worked; she ravished Akko's crevice with an effort she hadn't felt in years, groaning against her as she lapped up everything she could. She tasted to hot, so perfect, that Diana imagined she may very well go insane in moments of tasting her. Akko's name circled around in her mind like a magic spell, and if it was one thing Diana knew, it was magic spells. She would definitely not disappoint.
Akko's back 'thumped' against the mirror as she leaned backward, her legs opening as far as she could manage and leaving one hand in Diana's hair, the other clamping down on the edge of the countertop. Her back arched and her toes curled, her eyes fluttering shut as she surrendered herself fully to Diana's ministrations.
It didn't take her long to finish again after that.
"Aahhh… D-Diana!"
She moaned loudly, her body tightening and contracting like a taut violin string. Her back arched one final time as she reached up, biting roughly into her finger as she came. All at once, a wave of heat washed into Diana's mouth as she clamped her hands around Akko's waist to hold her steady as she rode out the waves of her clima. Akko's breaths came sharp, shallow and desperate, and they refused to return until her body finally relaxed enough to slump on the counter, her hands and legs trembling with exertion.
Diana continued to kneel and receive the fruits of her labors, coaxing out Akko's orgasm as long as she could by licking and slurping along her swollen folds, basking in the intoxicating scent of feminine arousal around her. When it finally did subside, it was with a satisfied exhalation and pleased mewl form her lover.
Satisfied with her efforts, Diana withdrew from Akko, a clear string of lingering arousal clinging to her tongue like a dew-covered spider's web until it finally snapped, and she stood, allowing herself to survey her work.
Akko lay slumped in a wet, yet clearly satisfied, mess on the countertop, her chest heaving underneath her shirt – damp with sweat and wrinkled. Her eyes were hazy, unfocused. Her hair was splayed out, the half that escaped from her ponytail scattered in wispy strands around her face and shoulders. Her face, neck and chest were wet with sweat, small beads sliding down her skin in tantalizing rivulets, and just the sight of Akko's post-coital state was enough for Diana to allow her a few moments of respite, despite her nearly-painful state of arousal.
But as the seconds ticked by and the heat in her belly grew too hot to ignore, Diana shifted on her feet, her breath getting harder and harder to catch. Her arousal, that which had been slowly growing since she first saw Akko take to the stage earlier that evening, finally was too great. With careful, steady movements, she leaned down, unzipping her skirt and sliding both it and her panties down her legs, letting them drop to the floor without ceremony.
The noise seemed to draw Akko out of her orgasm-induced stupor, and she blinked, her attention falling back to Diana. Their eyes met, Akko's gaze sharpening as Diana reached up, slowly winding her fingers through her hair at the back of her head. Her tongue flicked out to sweep across her lips, and it was enough of an invitation that Diana leaned forward, pressing her lips to Akko's in a soft, tender kiss.
Diana sighed through her nose as she felt Akko's hands reach up and cup her face, and she backed off from their kiss, swallowing heavily as she stepped forward, nestling herself between Akko's thighs.
The touch of their naked bodies against each other grew a sharp gasp from deep within Akko's throat, and then, before Diana could even think to escape again, she found herself locked within Akko's legs; she had curled them around Diana, crossing her feet at the small of her back, trapping her snuggly and securely.
"Having fun, Diana?"
The sheer amount of lust – combined with the promise of everything Diana could ask for – in Akko's tone sent a hungry shiver down her spine, directly to her groin.
"Not quite," she replied huskily. "We're not done yet. I'm not done yet."
"You don't disappoint, after all." Akko grinned widely, all teeth.
"Of course I don't," Diana whispered, trembling as she felt Akko's hand snake down between their bodies, in search of her ultimate prize. "And neither will you, I hope."
"Of course I don't," Akko mirrored Diana's declaration, leaning forward and flicking her tongue out to touch the shell of Diana's ear as she finally – after ten long years – touched Diana where she wanted it most.
"So just sit back, and enjoy."
And that's just what Diana intended to do.
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To be continued...
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