[With her mouth free, Agnes' breaths come out in hot puffs, steam visibly pouring out from her parted lips. She doesn't notice when she starts to moan softly, the sounds desperate and full of a deeply locked away need she's never acknowledged. Eyes closing, her brow furrows and her head lulls back into her hair, but consumed as she's beginning to feel she still reaches her free hand to cradle Lilith against her, hand running through her hair and against her scalp. Her fingers shake just slightly.
When Lilith bites at her nipple she lets out a gasp, a mixture of shock and pleasure, feeling sensations blooming inside of her that she can't identify. Her whole body presses up instinctively, seeking out as much contact as it can, silently screaming for more.]
( with that permission from her body and agnes not saying anything different she nips again, firmer this time, sounding her own moan against her to push vibrations through her.
as she nips and kisses the hand on her leg slips behind her to undo her bra, guiding it free from her as she lifts her head.
lilith gives her a moment to get used to the new exposure before pressing a kiss to her other breast, this time swirling her tongue over the woman's nipple, a slow suck as her lips close around it )
[Agnes almost doesnβt even notice when her bra comes off. Only that thereβs even more skin on her skin and itβs practically unbearable in how thrilling it is. How can anyone feel like this? How can anyone stand to have it inside of them? Or is it just for how far and for how long sheβs separated herself from her own desires that fills her with such intensity at every simple stroke of tongue and fingertip that Lilith grazes her with?
Her skin sizzles and hisses under every suckle, and Agnes finds her hips beginning to roll underneath Lilithβs body as if of their own volition independent of her will. Her legs acheβ they long to squeeze together and find solace in friction but theyβre trapped, unable to do so.]
( there's a slight chuckle as lilith feels how her body responds, the twitch of hips and she sits herself back up, taking a few seconds to gaze at her.
then lilith scoots herself backwards, eyes seeking unspoken permission as her hands move to agnes' underwear, peeling them down the length of her legs, leaving them on the floor with her bra.
and she's had quite the effect on the woman already, something that doesn't surprise her with how little she's ever been touched. except lilith's finding that the effect isn't just on agnes, her own underwear starting to dampen )
Take a breath.
( her hands come to rest on her thighs, light rub of her fingers, gaze on the other woman's. though agnes is very relaxed the next part is the most intimate, something she'll only do if she's ready. she'll be very happy to continue teasing her breasts for another moment if not )
[Agnes' eyes are glowing, smoldering embers as she watches Lilith undress her completely. She takes a breath, sitting up just slightly on her elbows, her hands clawing into the bedding. Or, at least, she thinks she takes a breath. It shudders out of her, slow and deliberate, steaming harder, like a dragon after burning a village to ashes in a piece of myth.
She anticipates tensing up again, but she doesn't, her heart only beating faster. And she feels...thirsty? She thinks. She's never experienced thirst before. Water would boil into nothing in her throat in a state like this. Despite everything, she can't help issuing a warning.]
( lilith nods and though her hands are rubbing at agnes' thighs she has to stop herself from lifting her hand to slip it between the woman's legs. as much as she'd like to feel the affect that she's having, coax that first time with her own touch.
but she'd said to use magic, ease her in with less fear of what agnes could do.
so she lifts her hands from her, resting them together on her lap, though for agnes it will still feel as if lilith's touching her, phantom touch of her magic in the same place that her hands had lay, stroking still at her skin. one shifts slightly, stroking along the inner length of her leg before running back down, motion repeating to get her used to it.
that other hand disappears from her leg, grazing touch over her, the feel as if lilith's cupping her breast, rolling her nipple under her thumb )
This is how it will feel. ( though perhaps a little more intense when she touches that more sensitive of flesh ) Without my hands on you.
( even though she already misses touching her, feeling the warmth from her skin she's still going to delight in seeing her come apart under her touch )
[It eases her again, though at the same time there's an ache at not having that closeness. Still, she can still feel it even if their bodies aren't pressed together, and it quickly sends her back down that spiral. Her head heavy, Agnes lays back again. While one of her hands keeps tight to the bedding as an anchor, her other hand rakes up through her own hair. In a way, her pleasure could almost be mistaken for the beginnings of agony. But maybe some of the best things are.
And if not pleasure, Agnes has plenty of firsthand experience with agony.]
( one touch continues teasing at her breast at least for the moment, something that will slow until it stops as the other touch works up her thigh again.
this time when she reaches the top lilith doesn't move it back down, working across before very slowly rubbing between her thighs. it's the one thing that her magic doesn't give her, the feel of how wet agnes may be, that meed on anything but a visual level but she has a good imagination, particularly when she can see how the woman responds to her.
and she leaves a few seconds pause after that first stroke before moving again, same direction as if fingers had lifted and strooed again, slow and gentle, carefully easing her touch )
[Gentle as she's being, it's like she's unleashed something primal inside of Agnes from the very first slide of her magic fingers down Agnes' center. She sucks in a rush of air, gasping and then moaning as he pelvis bucks as if having been shocked. Her legs quiver, she sees stars, her face twisting in what might nearly be fear at the overwhelming new sensation.
She seems to calm, then, just slightly, her body falling back down, as Lilith pauses. But then she starts again, and Agnes' feet drag up, her knees bending, body arching and roiling as if the touches aren't gentle at all. Does she want more? Does she want it to stop? There a burning hot core inside of her body and its moving, moving down. Clawing toward those touches like an animal.]
I think...I think I'm...
[I think I'm going to burn the house down, she wants to scream, but instead she only cries out pleasured nothings, unable to fathom the sentence.]
( how lilith imagines that sentence will end is nothing like what agnes is actually thinking, a soothing sound coming from her because that first orgasm can be quite something )
Let it come.
( though she keeps her touch light still her strokes are now constant, wanting to draw the other woman to that peak, to guide her over into the pleasure she so deserves. and as much as it may be terrifying now, feeling as if everything's on fire she'll help agnes to learn that she's very safe, that it's a feeling to enjoy )
[Agnes means to tell Lilith that she can't. That this is dangerous. That this was a bad idea. They have to stop. It's going to be horrific; even if they both survive, someone else nearby might get caught up in the explosive blaze. Because she's a monster, a terrible, awful thing, and nothing good ever comes from what's inside of her.
Her mind goes blank, then, consumed completely, and she can't really say what it is that's happening. She feels her whole body seize in a great spasm as her legs shake and buckle. Agnes gives in, and then she does scream, but she screams without words, with every other emotion instead, moving along to the feather-touch pleasure that Lilith's giving her as wave after wave hits her, and she feels like she's going to drown inside of herself.
When her head clears, she's coiled herself into a ball, face pressed into the bedding and shaking all over. Where she would be covered in sweat there's only radiated heat, the liquid evaporating far too fast to last.]
( lilith sees the shift as it happens and she backs away, rather than helping her ride through the orgasm she drops her magic, seating herself close to agnes but not touching her, voice gentle as she speaks )
Agnes?
( was it too much too soon? she wasn't the first virgin that she'd worked but it was the first time that lilith had had a reaction like this. or perhaps there was some traumatic moment that she was unaware of, perhaps from an attempt to have sex that failed because of her touch (consensually or not). and really-- perhaps she should have been slower but agnes had told her it was fine. lilith feels as if she should have anticipated something, knowing similar traumas herself )
[As the intensity starts to ease, as she realizes that nothing is on fire, that no one is burning, embarrassment starts to set in. But that's not a particularly familiar emotion, either, and with all of it being a bit much, she just...talks. More than she should, or needs to.]
( her voice is soothing, coaxing the woman back to her and lilith's hand seeks hers again, letting agnes stay faced away but lightly offering that comfort of her touch )
Someone's first time can be-- overwhelming. You've never been able to be touched, it's not unexpected.
[Although she keeps herself pressed downward, she holds on tightly to Lilith's hand when it finds purchase. Even full of shame, she can't help but crave that comfort.]
I kept imagining...that I wouldn't be able to help but hurt you.
( the flames of hell were stronger than anything that she'd felt from agnes and she didn't want to believe that something could burn hotter. lilith had been burned before but it wasn't always so physical )
I only hope that I didn't hurt you.
( not physically but mentally. lilith feels that it would have taken a lot for agnes to bring herself to this point of letting lilith touch her, particularly intimately. she didn't want to ruin that )
Agnes-- ( though her voice is still soft it's a little firmer, wanting her to clearly take in her message )
You don't need to follow someone's expectations. Intimacy is still your choice and they should follow your wishes.
( just as lilith would. she'd give her ideas, show her as many new things but always let agnes choose what to do, to develop that confidence of her body )
Your body is precious. Unique, wonderful. You can do much with it.
[Finally, Agnes rolls back over to face Lilith. Those intense eyes of hers simply stare for a moment, full of deep, dark sadness.]
It isn't something that I'm used to.
[The expectations of others is all that she's ever known. Having been made for a purpose, having to watch your every step, every thought, every action...that took away so much choice. And now here, collared. It hasn't felt any different. But it is different, isn't it? It should be different.]
How is it you can see such things when you look at me?
( the hand that's on agnes' arm continues stroking, drifting a little higher to rest on her shoulder. there's a brief pause before she answers and for once her gaze doesn't leave agnes's even with the more difficult nature of the conversation. she could compliment her more, tell her that she sees wonderful things because it's in her, something that would be true but-- she does something else. honesty. a rare feat with this topic but she trusts the woman that she's sat with just as agnes had trusted her to be gentle with her )
I've felt the hand of men who would seek to control me, to use me for their wishes. Who told me I was not worthy.
( etcetera etcetera. and even though lilith's still in the process of bringing herself up past some of those men she refuses to let their words or actions define her, refuses to be squashed down. and no woman should )
Women were not created to be subservient to men. ( fuck god and adam for trying to do that. they were made from the same clay, they were at least equal ) You have your own mind, your own desires. You should be the only one to decide what to do with yourself.
( the rest about her body? agnes simply was a beautiful creature both physically and in spirit )
[Agnes remains silent and still as Lilith speaks, letting her know of her past struggles. And she...she understands. Her subservience hasn't always been to men, specifically, but the sentiment is so very painfully well understood. Reaching up with her free hand, Agnes cups Lilith's face with her blazing hand.]
It's a difficult thing to learn, but I do wish to try.
[And then, she adds even more softly:]
I hope every man who ever made you feel less-than experiences the agony of desolation.
( her eyes close, leaning into the warmth of her touch, something more comforting than such a touch usually is )
Being forgotten is enough.
( well-- the majority of mortals were but the main problems would never be forgotten. one may be dead but the other-- she still had a story there to face )
Your path here will not be quick nor easy. But it won't be alone.
( she was already prepared to hurt someone if they tried to hurt agnes even if the woman could inflict her own pain very easily )
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When Lilith bites at her nipple she lets out a gasp, a mixture of shock and pleasure, feeling sensations blooming inside of her that she can't identify. Her whole body presses up instinctively, seeking out as much contact as it can, silently screaming for more.]
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as she nips and kisses the hand on her leg slips behind her to undo her bra, guiding it free from her as she lifts her head.
lilith gives her a moment to get used to the new exposure before pressing a kiss to her other breast, this time swirling her tongue over the woman's nipple, a slow suck as her lips close around it )
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Her skin sizzles and hisses under every suckle, and Agnes finds her hips beginning to roll underneath Lilithβs body as if of their own volition independent of her will. Her legs acheβ they long to squeeze together and find solace in friction but theyβre trapped, unable to do so.]
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then lilith scoots herself backwards, eyes seeking unspoken permission as her hands move to agnes' underwear, peeling them down the length of her legs, leaving them on the floor with her bra.
and she's had quite the effect on the woman already, something that doesn't surprise her with how little she's ever been touched. except lilith's finding that the effect isn't just on agnes, her own underwear starting to dampen )
Take a breath.
( her hands come to rest on her thighs, light rub of her fingers, gaze on the other woman's. though agnes is very relaxed the next part is the most intimate, something she'll only do if she's ready. she'll be very happy to continue teasing her breasts for another moment if not )
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She anticipates tensing up again, but she doesn't, her heart only beating faster. And she feels...thirsty? She thinks. She's never experienced thirst before. Water would boil into nothing in her throat in a state like this. Despite everything, she can't help issuing a warning.]
Please be careful.
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but she'd said to use magic, ease her in with less fear of what agnes could do.
so she lifts her hands from her, resting them together on her lap, though for agnes it will still feel as if lilith's touching her, phantom touch of her magic in the same place that her hands had lay, stroking still at her skin. one shifts slightly, stroking along the inner length of her leg before running back down, motion repeating to get her used to it.
that other hand disappears from her leg, grazing touch over her, the feel as if lilith's cupping her breast, rolling her nipple under her thumb )
This is how it will feel. ( though perhaps a little more intense when she touches that more sensitive of flesh ) Without my hands on you.
( even though she already misses touching her, feeling the warmth from her skin she's still going to delight in seeing her come apart under her touch )
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[It eases her again, though at the same time there's an ache at not having that closeness. Still, she can still feel it even if their bodies aren't pressed together, and it quickly sends her back down that spiral. Her head heavy, Agnes lays back again. While one of her hands keeps tight to the bedding as an anchor, her other hand rakes up through her own hair. In a way, her pleasure could almost be mistaken for the beginnings of agony. But maybe some of the best things are.
And if not pleasure, Agnes has plenty of firsthand experience with agony.]
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this time when she reaches the top lilith doesn't move it back down, working across before very slowly rubbing between her thighs. it's the one thing that her magic doesn't give her, the feel of how wet agnes may be, that meed on anything but a visual level but she has a good imagination, particularly when she can see how the woman responds to her.
and she leaves a few seconds pause after that first stroke before moving again, same direction as if fingers had lifted and strooed again, slow and gentle, carefully easing her touch )
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She seems to calm, then, just slightly, her body falling back down, as Lilith pauses. But then she starts again, and Agnes' feet drag up, her knees bending, body arching and roiling as if the touches aren't gentle at all. Does she want more? Does she want it to stop? There a burning hot core inside of her body and its moving, moving down. Clawing toward those touches like an animal.]
I think...I think I'm...
[I think I'm going to burn the house down, she wants to scream, but instead she only cries out pleasured nothings, unable to fathom the sentence.]
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Let it come.
( though she keeps her touch light still her strokes are now constant, wanting to draw the other woman to that peak, to guide her over into the pleasure she so deserves. and as much as it may be terrifying now, feeling as if everything's on fire she'll help agnes to learn that she's very safe, that it's a feeling to enjoy )
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Her mind goes blank, then, consumed completely, and she can't really say what it is that's happening. She feels her whole body seize in a great spasm as her legs shake and buckle. Agnes gives in, and then she does scream, but she screams without words, with every other emotion instead, moving along to the feather-touch pleasure that Lilith's giving her as wave after wave hits her, and she feels like she's going to drown inside of herself.
When her head clears, she's coiled herself into a ball, face pressed into the bedding and shaking all over. Where she would be covered in sweat there's only radiated heat, the liquid evaporating far too fast to last.]
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Agnes?
( was it too much too soon? she wasn't the first virgin that she'd worked but it was the first time that lilith had had a reaction like this. or perhaps there was some traumatic moment that she was unaware of, perhaps from an attempt to have sex that failed because of her touch (consensually or not). and really-- perhaps she should have been slower but agnes had told her it was fine. lilith feels as if she should have anticipated something, knowing similar traumas herself )
You're alright.
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[As the intensity starts to ease, as she realizes that nothing is on fire, that no one is burning, embarrassment starts to set in. But that's not a particularly familiar emotion, either, and with all of it being a bit much, she just...talks. More than she should, or needs to.]
I always ruin everything. Everything.
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( her voice is soothing, coaxing the woman back to her and lilith's hand seeks hers again, letting agnes stay faced away but lightly offering that comfort of her touch )
Someone's first time can be-- overwhelming. You've never been able to be touched, it's not unexpected.
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I kept imagining...that I wouldn't be able to help but hurt you.
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( the flames of hell were stronger than anything that she'd felt from agnes and she didn't want to believe that something could burn hotter. lilith had been burned before but it wasn't always so physical )
I only hope that I didn't hurt you.
( not physically but mentally. lilith feels that it would have taken a lot for agnes to bring herself to this point of letting lilith touch her, particularly intimately. she didn't want to ruin that )
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[Agnes breathes slowly. The throbbing in her body feels so nice, but her heart...that's what feels so despaired.]
You didn't. I just didn't expect how that would feel. I thought of things I shouldn't.
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( her other hand rests on agnes' arm, stroking gently )
There are other ways to fill your quota. You don't need to orgasm for it.
( not until she's certain and lilith will never push her )
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It's alright. I know what to expect, now. I don't think this will happen again.
[And if it did, she'd know how to push it down, like she does with everything else.]
I'm sorry if I worried you.
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You don't need to follow someone's expectations. Intimacy is still your choice and they should follow your wishes.
( just as lilith would. she'd give her ideas, show her as many new things but always let agnes choose what to do, to develop that confidence of her body )
Your body is precious. Unique, wonderful. You can do much with it.
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It isn't something that I'm used to.
[The expectations of others is all that she's ever known. Having been made for a purpose, having to watch your every step, every thought, every action...that took away so much choice. And now here, collared. It hasn't felt any different. But it is different, isn't it? It should be different.]
How is it you can see such things when you look at me?
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I've felt the hand of men who would seek to control me, to use me for their wishes. Who told me I was not worthy.
( etcetera etcetera. and even though lilith's still in the process of bringing herself up past some of those men she refuses to let their words or actions define her, refuses to be squashed down. and no woman should )
Women were not created to be subservient to men. ( fuck god and adam for trying to do that. they were made from the same clay, they were at least equal ) You have your own mind, your own desires. You should be the only one to decide what to do with yourself.
( the rest about her body? agnes simply was a beautiful creature both physically and in spirit )
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It's a difficult thing to learn, but I do wish to try.
[And then, she adds even more softly:]
I hope every man who ever made you feel less-than experiences the agony of desolation.
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Being forgotten is enough.
( well-- the majority of mortals were but the main problems would never be forgotten. one may be dead but the other-- she still had a story there to face )
Your path here will not be quick nor easy. But it won't be alone.
( she was already prepared to hurt someone if they tried to hurt agnes even if the woman could inflict her own pain very easily )
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[Finally, Agnes' face softens, the faintest of smiles on her lips, even if her eyes are sad.]
It helps to finally not be alone.
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