Free Web NovelChapter 538: Ch 564 - Emma Crawled on Hermione’s
"Well..." Hermione hesitated, but pressed on, "Lucifer said I could cum, as much as I wanted -- and I ’really’ want to cum... but I, ehm... I can’t reach..." her words trailed off, and she hoped Emma got the message.
She did not.
"So, what do you want me to do? I don’t have the key -- and I don’t think Lucifer would be happy if I released his slut early, just so she could frig her desperate pussy..." Emma dismissed her and closed her eyes again, trying to get back to the blissfully relaxed state of mind that Hermione had ruined for her.
"No-no, that’s not what I meant!" Hermione rushed to say, trying to get Emma’s attention again but stopping her sentence short.
Whatever she wanted obviously wasn’t easy to say -- which interested Emma deeply.
"What did you mean?" the teenager asked impatiently.
"Well, I thought... if you would just, you know..." Hermione stopped again, but decided to just get it over with, "if you would... touch me, I could cum too..." She looked hopeful up at her face...
Who burst into laughter, humiliating the bound slave.
"You want me to frig you off for you?" she asked unbelieving, "me?"
Looking down, Hermione could only nod.
"Why would I do that?" Emma asked, a wonderful, superior feeling rising in her chest.
This girl who is always upstairs in control was practically begging her to masturbate her!
"Eh..." Hermione began but it wasn’t easy to find a reason that would convince the smug brunette, "well, it’d be fair, wouldn’t it? Lucifer came, you came -- a lot -- but I didn’t..."
Looking up at the gleefully smile on Emma’s face, Hermione understood that appealing to any sense of fair play was in vain.
"Yeah, but Lucifer and I didn’t misbehave, did we? We aren’t getting punished, are we?" Emma retorted and Hermione looked down again, crestfallen.
Emma was her only chance of getting an orgasm. Once again she swallowed her pride -- she didn’t need pride, she needed to cum!
"I’d owe you one..." Hermione tried, hoping that it would be enough for the damn bitch.
A strange, new feeling was arising in Emma, one she didn’t quite expect.
Her heart was racing and her pussy was getting aroused once again... but this time Lucifer didn’t play any role in her desires.
Suddenly she was eying Hermione in a whole new light.
"Yeah, perhaps we could work something out," she said in a calculating voice, one that scared Hermione a little.
"What do you mean?" she asked nevertheless, her arousal overriding everything else.
"Well, my pussy is quite full of Lucifer’s sperm -- after that wonderful fuck, you know?" Emma said, unable to resist rubbing in the fact that she’d been fucked and Hermione hadn’t.
Petty, perhaps, but the envious look in Hermione’s eyes gave her a delightfully superior feeling.
"If you... clean me, I might be willing to help you out?" the brunette finished, looking expectantly at Hermione.
’Oh my God!’ Hermione thought, she wants me to... shit!
Neither of them had ever had a real bi-sexual experience but both had considered it at times, finding the thought of another her both sexual attractive and ’wrong’.
Emma kept up the smug attitude but inside she was dead-nervous, just like at Eros where she hid her emotions as best as she could.
To her it was a huge step to be so... sexual liberal as to suggest to eat her out -- that was of course what she’d suggested -- in exchange for giving her an orgasm. freewebnøvel.com
But she liked this new, confident persona she displayed to Hermione (and partly to Lucifer) that she didn’t want to back down.
If Hermione turned her down -- or worse, acted disgusted or repulsed, Emma’s self-esteem would suffer a severe setback.
Luckily for her, Hermione didn’t know this and couldn’t read it in her face.
Their relationship would probably have evolved very differently if she could, but as it was, all Hermione saw was a confident her who was willing to give her what she needed most in the world right now: the earth-shattering orgasm that had been building for so long.
Still looking up at Emma, she nodded, defeated yet happy at the same time.
Somehow the situation she’d been put in was extremely erotic, being forced to lick her master’s cum out of another girl’s cunt.
With a triumphant smile, Emma crawled on to Hermione, making sure to shut her pussy as tightly as she could, so as to not spill the precious fluids, Lucifer had deposited in her -- they were all for his slave.
There wasn’t a lot of room between the headboard and Hermione’s head but Emma managed to find a somewhat comfortable position, sitting on her ass right in front of Hermione’s head -- giving her best possible access to her eager pussy that was dripping once again at the prospect of abusing this girl to her own sexual gratification.
Her thighs ended up resting on Hermione’s shoulders, and all in all it was quite comfortable for her.
Not so for the slave though.
Her neck was force into an awkward angle, where the collar was pressed painfully into her skin, and her arms were stretched around Emma’s bountiful ass -- not to mention that her face was smashed into her own cunt that smelled very strongly of sex.
"Now," Emma began, smiling her smug smile, "be a good slut and get all your master’s sperm..."
Hermione mumbled an affirmative reply that Emma couldn’t hear, as she spoke directly into her pussy, but she got the gist.
It felt good, being in charge, easily as good as when Lucifer took control of her.
Or well, perhaps not as good, she figured, remembering the pounding and mind-melting orgasms Lucifer had just given her -- but still good!
"Mhm..." she sighed, as she felt Hermione’s tongue start exploring her wet pussy.
It felt strange, letting her do that but God, it felt good!
"Oooh, yeah, lick me, oh yes! Lick me, you little slut! So good..." she moaned as Hermione found her clit and gave it a good work-over.
Emma’s own hands found her breasts and began fondling her mighty tits.
Perhaps with the exception of some of the times, Lucifer had dressed her like a slut and then showed her off in public, Hermione couldn’t remember being this humiliated.
Other her was certainly taking liberties with her now their lover wasn’t around!
Not surprisingly, this made her hotter than hell -- she felt so low, so embarrassed, so slutty... and she loved it!
While she did prefer to be under Lucifer’s command, there was something incredibly erotic about taking orders from herself.
And even more so when she was being forced to worship it by her rival!
She had seen very little lesbian porn and had zero personal experience, but she figured she’d do what she herself would find pleasing.
She opened her mouth, placed it over the wet slit in front of her and let her tongue go wherever it wanted.
It didn’t taste bad, not bad at all.
Perhaps she wouldn’t want to actually drink Emma’s juices but it had a strong, sexy taste... and she could vaguely taste Lucifer’s salty sperm beneath all of the slut’s liquids.
She smiled to herself when Emma began moaning after she found her little, hard nub and took some time playing with it.
"Ooooh! Yes, lick my nubbin!" Emma moaned again, enjoying her power and the new, strange feeling of... liberty.
"Can you taste his juice in me? Huh? Guess a nasty slut like you is used to that taste! Ah! Yeah, there, more!" she exclaimed, her attention divided between taunting and humiliating Hermione and the sexual satisfaction she got.
"Stick your tongue up in me!" she suddenly hissed, "as far up as you can, and get your master’s -- oooh, yes, like that! Ohhhh!"
Hermione was a slave, she obeyed.
Dutifully, she stuck her tongue as deep inside Emma as she could -- where the salt taste of Lucifer was so much stronger.
"That’s right bitch!" Emma moaned and grabbed a hold of Hermione’s poofy head and forced it deeper into her wet snatch.
She could get used to this dominating-stick fast!
"Oooh! You like this, don’t you? I bet you’re sopping... down there!" she moaned, though she was a little annoyed with herself.
Why couldn’t she just say cunt like he did? But it just felt wrong...!
The fact that it felt wrong to say ’cunt’ or ’pussy’ while having her own licked out by another girl who is she.
Neither of the aroused girls noticed the sudden flash, as Lucifer from the door-way immortalised the view with a magical camera.
Standing completely naked and with a camera, he did feel a little like a pervert, but whatever.
It was still a great shot, he agreed with himself, Hermione’s body with the obvious reddish marks, her face buried in her twin’s cunt.
Emma holding Hermione’s head down in her, her eyes half-closed in pleasure, and she held her head up, moaning her enjoyment out.
An excellent shot... better get some more!
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