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On the bed, Feodora was sitting in the middle. She had her hands behind her on the bed to hold her upright. Nikolai was on top of her, their legs tangled together in such a way that both women would grind themselves on the other’s thigh. Nikolai’s lips were pressed firmly onto Feodora’s neck, hands grasping onto her small breasts.
Feodora was panting, flushed, even moaning. Nikolai was no different, just much more… energetic. She sucked, bit, and kissed all over Feodora’s bare neck and collarbones. She bruised rather easily so there was no doubt that such marks would stay, every painful bite was soothed by a kiss or a lick. Any pain she had was quickly distracted by the pleasure as her hips had a mind of their own and ground against Nikolai’s plush thigh.
It almost seemed like Nikolai was trying to eat her whole. Could she be trying to return the favor from earlier? Feodora didn’t think she had been that desperate when she was eating her out…
The virgin was thoroughly confused by this woman’s methods.
That being said, she didn’t mind one bit. The act was so very sinful, yet so very addicting. Nothing could tear the two women apart. There was a strange beauty to it. The wordless intimacy, the pure, untainted passion, and lust. It really was an uncontrollable force that tangled their pale bodies together.
A sudden voice right by her ear brought Feodora out of her thoughts. It was shaky, interrupted by moans, and surprisingly soft.
“Are you close?”
Nikolai whispered. In response, Feodora shook her head no.
“I’m sorry it takes me longer than you”
Her weak, raspy voice replied. For whatever reason, she wasn’t the easiest person to bring an orgasm to. Nikolai just chuckled and blushed, continuing to grind on Feodora’s thin thigh.
“How resilient you are, darling.”
That voice whispering right in her ear gave Feodora chills.
“I promise to make you go out of your mind~”
She purred, pressing her lips to the other woman’s neck once more. If Feodora was being honest, she would have argued that the moment they started to undress she was already out of her mind. But as it is, she was rather distracted. So all she did was moan quietly and nod.
Then suddenly Nikolai stopped grinding, she gasped and her back straightened up. Feodora smirked and licked her lips—she could still taste the saltiness of Nikolai’s juices on her lips. Feodora found that she had become addicted to watching Nikolai cum. She was hooked the first time, and now—
Huh?
Nikolai had gone pale, more than her normal skin tone, as white as gypsophila. Then she collapsed.
“Gogol?”
Death during sex is definitely unexpected. As everything faded away for Feodora as well, a million thoughts went through her mind. That may have been the first time Nikolai managed to truly surprise her—
As the scene faded away, Feodora was greeted by white light. Specifically, the sun coming through her curtains to wake her up.
She sat bolt upright, looking around. The grogginess of sleep had not left her, but she was definitely startled. Especially to find that there was a pillow between her thighs—not Nikolai’s thigh like she had dreamt.
Her face quickly turned crimson, and she tossed the pillow away from her. Almost immediately, she was on her knees by her bed praying for forgiveness and for God to keep the succubus that visited her last night away from her.