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“That’s the bleedin’ package?” Jenny shrieks. She throws her metal poker stick onto the rack to gesture at the inconspicuous brown box. “You been waitin’ five weeks for that… thing?”
“Well, it certainly is a package of sorts, love. I dare say the craftsman has outdone himself with this material. Mahogany… and what fine polish as well!” Vastra replies, gingerly lifting the accused (and rather accursed) phallic object out of its confines. Jenny flushes brightly and cringes at the sight of her wife handling the vulgar object with such a regard. “I believe it’s currently called a dildo.”
She snaps one of the loose black leather straps against the oak table with a sharp smack. Jenny startles at the sound, and Vastra gives her a quizzical glance.
“Are you feeling alright, dear?” She asks. But the other woman is too busy measuring the size of the tool. She does it once, and then twice more to make sure, counting the length with both of her hands. “Jenny?”
“Nine. Nine inches, Vastra.” Jenny croaks. “Nine! What on Earth d’you need that many inches for?”
“I should think it would be clear to you, Jenny.” The Silurian says mildly, placing the dildo back into the box. There is a brief pause as Jenny tries to process her words.
“You can’t mean-“ She sputters finally, her jaw dropping. Vastra only winks at her.
“Quite the contrary, dear. I do.”
Perhaps Jenny has underestimated the appeal of the ‘dildo’. It hadn’t sparked joy in her Victorian sensibilities at first, but seeing Vastra adjusting the straps on her hips with such surety of self…
Maybe Jenny was right to trust her wife on this one.
A confusing desire begins to pool between Jenny’s legs, burning her from head to toe with curiosity. She twists on top of their bedsheets to get a better look at the sight before her.
“Well? How does it look?” Vastra asks, fixing the woman with a hesitant look.
Jenny’s throat dries when she opens her mouth to answer, and she resorts to just licking her lips with anticipation.
“Better than I thought.” She comments after a pause. Vastra curls her mouth upwards with both relief and a soft roguishness, reserved specially for Jenny’s eyes.
“Well, that’s nice to hear,” She says, crawling onto the bed to straddle Jenny’s thighs. The bottom of the harness digs into the scales between her legs, friction sparking fire in her stomach.
“Wait,” Jenny says suddenly, wriggling out from under Vastra.
“Is something the matter?”
“I dunno. I just don’t think I’m, uh, wet enough for it yet.” She whispers, voice growing smaller and face growing hotter.
There’s a moment of agonizing silence before Vastra responds.
“Oh, hush. There’s so many ways to make it wet, darling.” She purrs, leaning down to place a kiss on Jenny’s forehead. Sometimes she can scarcely believe Vastra is descended from lizards, and not some ancestor of felines-
Vastra gets up off the bed suddenly. It feels as if Jenny’s skin is naked for the first time since the moment she stripped.
“Kneel,” Vastra demands.
“What?”
“Kneel for me.” She repeats.
“But-”
“Don’t make me say it one more time,” She hisses dangerously. Jenny swallows drily once more, getting onto her knees unsteadily as her legs try to find stable ground on the mattress.
Vastra starts to run a hand through her hair, and Jenny leans into her wife’s touch-
“Ow!” She yelps, more out of surprise than anything else. She has grasped her hair, and tugs on it harshly. Vastra directs her face towards her hips, until Jenny’s mouth is brushing the tips of the wooden toy.
“Vastra…” Jenny tapers off when she sees the cold apathy in her eyes.
“Madam,” she rectifies. Vastra nods slowly, confirming the direction she wants this situation to go in. So they were playing that game again.
“Madam, you can’t mean that I’ll hafta’…” Jenny whispers, face burning.
“You don’t have to do anything you do not wish to, dear,” Vastra says, and her whole demeanor shifts back to loving wife when she lets go of Jenny’s hair to cradle her cheek sweetly.
“But I do believe it would be a nice experience.” She adds. Jenny bites her bottom lip. On one hand, it’s a humiliating act-one she has never done before. But on the other hand… Vastra is scarcely ever wrong.
“Okay,” Jenny mumbles, and takes the tapered tip of the toy into her mouth, staring up into Vastra’s gaze.
The reaction is immediate. Vastra gives a sharp inhale as Jenny slowly starts to lick the grains of the wood from the bottom to top. Her tongue lingers at the bottom edge of the tip, and then turns her head to start sucking on the sides. Vastra curses, grabbing a fistful of Jenny’s brown locks once more to force her head into staying there.
With a breath, Jenny gathers her courage and cradles the bottom of the toy with a hand, guiding it straight between her lips. It gets about a good three inches in, before it meets resistance. Jenny gargles a bit trying to suck it further in before she has to stop. She practically spits it out.
How in the world is she supposed to fit that inside her? She wipes the saliva from her mouth, and takes a closer look at the dildo. It’s messy, sticky with her spit, and her throat burns-
But Vastra is staring her down, throat bobbing, jaw slack, and eyes burning with want.
“Again,” She says, before forcing Jenny on the dildo once more.
“Mphrm,” She chokes, but the sound is distorted by wood and polish. This time, she makes it almost four inches before she makes a retching sound in the back of her mouth, and she has to spit it out. She spends a good chunk of time just coughing and catching her breath under Vastra’s apologetic gaze and soft touches. As soon as she nods an ‘okay’ to her though, she doesn’t hesitate before grabbing Jenny’s chin and steals the air from her lungs with a kiss.
It’s hard, intense. She can feel it behind every brush of her tongue, the neediness of which she sucks at the flesh of Jenny’s lip. A violent exclamation of love in her actions. Wanton heat floods her vision, making her dizzy. Desire is threaded in every movement they share, and that makes it all the more difficult to pull away.
“I think-”Jenny is interrupted by another searing brush of their lips. “I think it’s wet enough now, Madam.” She finishes breathlessly.
“I do agree,” Vastra says, similarly windswept, and she’s on the mattress again in the blink of an eye. Jenny feels herself being lifted, and she is kneeling over the wooden toy, hands resting on her wife’s shoulders.
Jenny braces herself. Anticipation throbs between her legs, hot pulse racing itself to catch up.
But polished wood does not bend, and it really was quite thick. It presses against her entrance, trying to inch itself in with the help of gravity, slow as possible while Vastra looks on at her expression in wonder. Even slick with Jenny’s saliva, even guided gently by the other woman’s steady hand, she ponders the earlier question rather giddily.
Would it fit?
The answer is yes, apparently. It enters her, thick and stiff, but slides in her without much resistance due to Jenny’s efforts. It ends up fitting, though not without getting used to. It’s big, and Jenny feels every inch of that fullness all over. After her breathing finally slows, Jenny gives a wiggle of her hips, and almost doubles over with a gasp.
She has severely underestimated the appeal of this toy.
The leather from the harness brushes over her clit directly, but the harsh length of wood disallows her to bend to receive more stimulation. It’s pure cruelty, really.
“I take it you like it?” Vastra says with a smug smile.
“Oh, shush, you.” Jenny blurts out with a pink face, forgetting herself.
“I think you meant, ‘yes, Madam. I do.’” Vastra says, her eyes narrowing at Jenny. The other woman can only swallow with a thrilling flutter in her stomach, though she ignores it.
“Oh yes, Madam,” She rolls her eyes. “I do love it so. In fact, I wish you would use it on me already.” Jenny says, putting on a sarcastic air. It’s petty, but Vastra ignores the performative aspect of her words.
“Wish granted, then.” Vastra says spitefully. A curl of heady arousal tucks itself into Jenny’s stomach at her tone, before she grips Jenny’s sides like iron and starts to move her hips.
“Ah,” Jenny groans, as the world winds itself into a messy swirl and the object inside her starts pumping. It hits her cunt slowly but fully, and brushes her clit spectacularly with every single beat. But it’s not enough.
Vastra does not make empty promises, though, and starts quickening her pace much to Jenny’s delight. Soon, Jenny is trembling wildly, trying to sufficiently catch her breath while also being filled to the brim every second. It’s at this moment Vastra has a stroke of genius (or rather, a sadistic thought) and reaches one hand up to twist Jenny’s nipple.
“Fuck!” Jenny cries. It sends a series of shivers down her spine, and she craves more.
“Did you like that?” Vastra murmurs against her hot skin. Jenny nods frantically.
“Do you want me to do it again?” More nodding.
“Use your words, darling.” Vastra whispers, and Jenny wants to break down with humiliation.
“Please,” She starts off shakily. Vastra makes no attempt to change her current movements, unsatisfied.
“Please, Madam.”
“Please, Madam, what?” Vastra parrots.
“Please, Madam. Make me come, please. I need you,” Jenny begs desperately, her face burning and thighs quivering.
“Very well,” Vastra answers, and she starts to rub at Jenny’s nipples again, twisting them now and again. Her hips move faster, pacing the ride like a horse race, and Jenny is near the finish line. Arousal drips down Jenny’s thighs, running glossy lines from her core to the sheets below.
She shoves her hips down to meet Vastra’s, driven into a frenzy by sheer need. Her fingers clumsily scramble to gain a hold on Vastra’s shoulders, but instead end up cradling her neck and the crests that protrude from her head.
The allure of teasing her wife is too great. Vastra hisses sharply and ducks her head when Jenny starts stroking the crests in time with the thrusting rhythm, her hips increasing in speed with the shock of sensitivity.
“Mmph!”
Jenny startles at the shift in tempo, and grows increasingly enamored with the sensation of Vastra’s hips meeting hers.
“I-I think I’m close, Madam,” She sputters, grasping the tip of one of Vastra’s crests. Jenny can only garble incoherently, pressing their bodies closer in a type of desperate hug. Fire burns in Jenny’s body, the change in angle resulting in the toy hitting a new spot inside of her, and she swears she can see stars.
“Christ, I’m close, I’m close-” She keens. Her vision blurs, and she tips over the edge with a gasp. It blazes, first at her core, then the flame flickers over her whole self.
“One more.” Vastra says, and she doesn’t slow down. Jenny can feel every movement in the air, every brush of skin like electricity down to her core. It’s too much.
“Too much,” She pleads. “I can’t-“ Her hips twitch as she tries to get off. But Vastra holds her firmly, and she can feel the rush of the impending peak coming anyway.
“But you can, dear. Just one more.” Vastra says, and so she can.
The climax chases her like a wildfire, unrelentingly hot.
Vastra gradually stops, and removes Jenny off her lap while peppering tender kisses all over her face. At some point, Jenny started to cry from overstimulation. Her face is sticky with sweat and tears, and Vastra takes her time in wiping it off. Jenny complies, bonelessly collapsing onto the sheets and pillows as she tries to catch her breath.
“Vastra?” She whispers, once enough time has passed in order for Jenny’s thoughts to be collected once more.
“Yes, love?”
“I think I like that package.”