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Lisa’s tongue danced around Taylor’s left ear. The warm, moist feeling of her lips on the skin there made Taylor want to moan, but she restrained herself. The outfit Lisa wore was already embarrassing enough to be seated next to.
Dressed as the devil on her shoulder. Lisa’s red lingerie barely covers anything from her thighs up. Deep red boots came up to her knee, matched with lacy thin underwear of the same colour that didn't even hide the soft skin underneath. A pair of little red wings attached to her back made out of the same leather as the horns on her head. She was beautiful like this, with dark blond hair flowing over her shoulders and down to her bare back. Her green eyes almost glowed in the dimness of the room. She clung to Taylor's left side, one hand caressing Taylor's chest. Licking, kissing and nibbling on Taylor's earlobe.
"It'd be so fun," Lisa cooed into Taylor's ear. A whisper that sent shivers down the girl's spine. "To corrupt that little hero. To turn her into a villain... a bad girl. Like us."
Lisa chuckled before kissing Taylor's neck. "She'd do it, you know. She'd do anything you ask of her. And more." Lisa pulled away for a second and looked at Taylor's face. "Just think how we could help make her feel loved. No one will ever leave her again if we do this."
Lisa leaned in again and kissed Taylor's cheek. Then a finger gently guided Taylor's chin, pulling her closer to Lisa. Taylor's lips met hers. They were gentle, sweet kisses. They come one after another until Lisa began nipping at her bottom lip. Taylor felt herself being dragged closer to Lisa. She tried to resist, but it wasn't easy. She wanted this, too. So much. To finally have someone who made her feel like she mattered. Who cared about what happened to her. Each kiss was soft and chaste. A juxtaposition from the demon who gave them.
Then Taylor was pulled away. Gently hands cupped her cheek as another warmth greeted her right side. Turning to see an angel of all things, welcoming her with an embrace.
Victoria drew close, Long blonde hair flowed out behind her as two blue eyes glimmered like the sky. Dressed in the same amount of fabric as her devilish counterpart. Only she wore the brightest whites. Small feathered angel wings, with a halo to boot. Her silk skirt did nothing to hide what little clothing hid underneath and the sash only served to highlight Vicky’s obvious curves.
Another tongue danced around Taylor’s ear. Her right ear this time. Just as warm and inviting as the last. Biting down on her earlobe, threatening to pierce the skin but always teasing the edge of pain.
More hands worked their way over Taylor’s body. Brushing her hair, holding her close. Victoria was strong, safe and capable. She took care of Taylor, and she knew everything about Taylor and her every move. She knew every dirty detail about Taylor, and Taylor had trusted Victoria with her life. She loved Vicky, despite all odds, despite the fact that they’d been on opposite sides. She clung to Taylor’s right side. Licking, kissing and nibbling on Taylor's earlobe.
“You could be so much better,” Victoria whispered into her ear. Her voice was as angelic as the outfit she parodied. “We could do so much good together. Including that mischievous villain. All of us. Think of what we could accomplish. How proud I would be of you.” Victoria hummed before kissing Taylor’s neck. “She wants you to help her. To save her from her life of crime. Ask her to run away with you. I’ll protect you. I can protect you both.”
Victoria leaned in again and kissed Taylor’s cheek. Then three fingers guided Taylor’s chin, pulling her closer to Victoria. Taylor’s lips met hers. They were fiery, passionate kisses. A relentless assault of lips and tongue that Taylor couldn’t get enough off. Each one pulled her in, consuming all her thoughts. She wanted this. So much. To have someone who protected her. Who could stop anything bad from ever happening to her again. Each kiss was rough and hungry. A far cry from the angel who sent them.
Lisa tugged again on Taylor’s side, pulling her away from the angelic lips. She wasn’t angry or upset. Only wanting to give yet another kiss. Taylor eagerly accepts the devil's gift, surrendering to it completely.
Another tug, as Vicky pulled her right back. Neither jealous nor bitter. Launching into another torrent of sensual smooches. Taylor greedily took the angel's love, falling from heaven like a biblical figure.
The tug of war continued for longer than Taylor could remember. Neither side was content with the amount of attention they gave the girl. It wasn’t fair. But neither cared about fairness. What mattered was pleasure. The only thing that mattered was the pleasure. The pure unadulterated happiness. The pure joy that filled them when they kissed Taylor. When they touched each other. Their lips were moving, their tongues, their hands.
It was too much. Too intense, too wild. Taylor couldn’t take any more. She pulled away, taking deep breaths to steady her breathing. Neither angel nor devil caring about the bruises and hickeys forming on the young woman’s neck.
They were insatiable, unstoppable and incorrigible.
Both worked in unison to drag her back down on the couch they all sat on. Pulling her into their lap. Lisa’s arms wrapped around her middle. Kissing her forehead, her cheeks, her nose, and then her mouth again. Victoria’s wings fluttered, extending and wrapping around them like a protective shield. Her lips brushed against Taylor’s neck.
Individually they were a distraction but now they had teamed up. And Taylor stood no chance of getting free. Not without making a scene, anyway. That wouldn’t end well for her.
Truly. Being Taylor ‘Two-Hands’ Hebert was nothing but suffering.