Title: just close your eyes and sing for me
Author: sprx77/Tim Wren
Fandom: Worm (Parahumans Series by Wildbow)
Relationship: Amy/Vicky
Warnings: Oh, boy. Incest. Noncon/Rape (but Not the way you think! Vicky doing it, not Amy), Dubcon, Sex Pollen. Girl penis Vicky, Tim plays fast and loose with forcefield rules.
Links: https://archiveofourown.org/works/66995236
Word Count: 5,020
Summary: The entire Bay is hit with sex pollen, including Victoria Dallon.
Amy is immune, but that’s really not helping her in this situation.
(Vicky is hit with sex pollen and fucks Amy about it. Amy’s trying her best to get out of this situation before it ruins her life. She’s actually really upset about it)
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Some sort of shimmering golden mist has covered half the city. Looking up you can literally see the cloud of it being blown by the wind patterns, missing some areas but blanketing a horrific percentage.
Amy hasn’t felt anything yet, but rips part of her shirt into a workable mask as she shoves through the streets. People are panicking, of course, but they’re also… doing other things.
Nerves prickle up her spine because it doesn’t look like people are being very discerning about who they hook up with, and she’s just started to worry some handsy guy might grab her when she catches sight of glorious white.
“Vicky!” Amy pulls her mask away to cough, waving overhead, and then she’s being picked up as she has been a hundred, a thousand times before.
Relief is like a drug, one that actually affects Amy, unlike the pollen. It’s got to be viral or pathogenic in nature if she’s being unaffected, which is great– if it was some broad shaker effect or tinker product, she might have been in trouble.
She looks up at her sister, her savior, and enjoys the vision of golden blonde hair and smooth skin– right up until she notices shimmery particles clinging to it.
Oh, no.
“Are you feeling okay?” Amy asks, and then she notices that Vicky’s breathing heavy. That her skin is flushed.
“Let’s land somewhere.” Amy shouts over the wind and to her relief Vicky does angle them downwards. The landing is a little less smooth than usual, and when Amy straightens up Vicky’s eyes are incredibly dilated.
Her sister also hasn’t said a word.
Amy steps closer, hand reaching out, and Vicky steps back. The healer freezes.
“Vick?” She tries, and the taller girl licks her lips.
“Ames.” Vicky croaks. “I think… this stuff is really getting to me. And everyone else.”
“It looks like it hit most of the city.” Amy said cautiously, easing closer. “Did you see what caused it?”
Vicky shook her head.
“There was some sort of explosion, then a plume of… powder.” She was staring intently at Amy. “You don’t… feel anything?”
“No, I must be immune.” The healer stepped closer to her sister, this time slow like approaching a spooked animal. “Let me look?”
“… Sure.” Vicky was tense. Her pupils were dilated and only got wider as Amy approached. When Amy’s hand finally touched her wrist, she jerked hard, mouth open on a gasp.
“That’s strange. I can’t feel through your force field. I can always feel through your force field.” Amy frowned.
Vicky squirmed.
“V?”
“Well… I mean, I always let you feel through my force field. But! It’s not hard, I can lower it, I mean… I can usually lower it?” She trailed off frowning, staring at her own hand.
“Your field is instinctive.” Amy tried not to feel hurt. She was a threat? “It’s probably reacting to the pollen.”
“Yeah, must be.” Vicky shook herself. “God. I’m so…”
She bit her lip and looked away.
“Well, I can’t see anything.” Amy reminded, a frisson of unease going down her spine. “Explain your symptoms? Maybe we can figure it out. Or at least get your field down so I can fix it.”
“Right… fix it…” Vicky seemed dazed. Amy tried to catalogue her symptoms the old fashioned way, but it was strange– she was used to the utter cheat of her power.
She stepped closer, trying to at least see if Vicky had a fever– and was that a faint sheen of sweat?
The next thing Amy knew, she was bent over something wooden and sturdy. Crates, but hadn’t those been on the other side of the alley? Outside of some sort of restaurant…
Super speed. That was super speed.
Vicky, moving so fast Amy couldn’t parse it.
“Sorry!” Vicky said, voice high-pitched and nervous, but she didn’t let Amy up. She was, in fact, holding Amy down.
Well, that was right out of her fondest dreams…
In reality, it was confusing and strange.
“What are you doing?” Amy snapped, acerbic.
“Sorry, I don’t… I can’t…” Vicky’s fingers tightened around Amy’s wrists. Her feet shuffled, one moment on the ground, the next hovering, close enough that Amy could feel her body heat.
The healer shivered.
Vicky was basically covering her, Amy bent in half over some stacked wooden crates. In a dark alley. Her sister shuffled closer, elbows brushing, thighs touching the back of Amy’s.
And something hard pressed against Amy’s rear.
The brunette went very, very still.
Vicky, tellingly, didn’t. As if she couldn’t stop moving, little fidgets and half-gasps, and–
“Are you hard?” Amy demanded, going for sisterly indignation. Righteous, even. Anything to hide the way her heart was pounding, imagination running wild.
“Um!” Vicky laughed nervously, “I uh, I guess we know what kind of pollen it is, at least?”
Instead of backing away, or making space, she shuffled closer.
“Vicky!” Amy gasped, chastising.
“I know!” Vicky said miserably. “Look, I’m trying, it’s just… “
She bit her lip. And got lost for several seconds grinding her hard-on against the soft skin of Amy’s rear, as though her jeans weren’t even there.
“Vicky!” Amy snapped, struggling.
Vicky draped herself against Amy’s back, panting for air. Thinking was fuzzy. All her brain power was in her dick.
“Guh?” She asked, blinking hazily.
“Let me go!” Amy tried, twisting this way and that. Oh, Vicky had her wrists trapped. She let go, blinking dumbly.
Amy immediately tried to escape. She tried to turn around, tried to–
Vicky whined, unable to let her.
“C’mon, no, don’t– come on, just, stay put!” Vicky’s hands slid up her biceps, keeping it so light, so easy, she didn’t want to hurt.
“You’re not in your right mind!” Amy tried to tug out of it, tried to leave, which was just hateful. Vicky pressed closer to her, pressed–
“You feel so good wiggling against me like that.” Vicky bit her lip, shuddering. “I feel so hot, Ames…”
Amy went still under her, finally stopping the escape attempts. Good, she was going to hurt herself. Besides, Vicky had her right where she should be…
Vicky purred.
“Y-you don’t know what you’re saying.” Amy swallowed hard. Vicky traced a line of sweat down the other girl’s throat with her eyes, wanting to taste— oh, salty. When had she leaned in?
The new position, Vicky at Amy’s throat, covering her completely– possessively– ooh. So good. Her cockhead brushed lower, against skin that squished and Amy gasped.
“Ooh, do you like it from behind? I didn’t know that about you, Ames.”
“D-don’t…” Amy shivered again. Oh, was she cold? Vicky was burning up. Maybe she could keep her sister warm.
Mm, warm all over…
Freckles all over…
Vicky kissed down Amy’s throat, chasing the salty taste, until she found a chunk of shoulder to gnaw on. Amy gave a full-body jerk at the first bite, which was silly– Dean had certainly gotten used to her teeth in him.
Ooh, Dean. The little circle of his waist, so tiny. So fuckable. The way he blushed ruddy all down his chest at the idea of bending over for her, how he stammered and tried to deny it when she got hard over his little teases, held him accountable… Oh, his skin bruised so sweetly under her teeth, ass like a fresh peach…
But Amy flinched? Hmm, that felt wrong, somehow. Maybe she wasn’t used to biting, yet.
Maybe she didn’t know if she liked it. Vicky could help her find out.
Her hips moved, and her cock caught on folds. Surely she couldn’t feel Amy’s chubby pussy through her jeans and panties, but oh, she could imagine. The way her sister closed her legs tight, trying to push Vicky off, the friction of her wiggling…
Vicky was hard and her skirt was not much of a deterrent. Her cock slid between Amy’s thighs, parting the denim, forcing her way in. God, so soft on top, the hot little center…
Not quite damp enough to feel, but certainly warmer than the rest of her body, and Vicky wanted to taste. To bury her face in and taste all that sweat and girl musk and mmmh.
Okay, not more than she wanted to get her dick wet, but that was because her dick was, like, majorly hard. It hurt. She needed something soft and wet to fuck, yesterday!
Vicky was shivery and feverish with it, actually. Trembling minutely, a fine tremor working through all her muscles.
Amy was still jerking periodically, trying to fight her off… Vicky frowned.
“You’re going to strain something, or dislocate a shoulder.” She chided, tightening her grip. Sure, super strength and all, and Amy might catch a bruise— but bruising was better than a legitimate injury.
“Don’t act like– urgh! It’s your fault.” Amy spat, sounding pissed. Oh, was Vicky making her wait?
Shit, she was totally being a tease.
“My bad.” Vicky laughed, the sound coming out sultry and deep. She hummed and kissed down Amy’s shoulder blade, tearing the shirt absently as she went to get it out of the way. Mmm, skin, and absolutely covered in freckles.
She trailed a hand down Amy’s hip and tugged, the jeans parting like paper under her strength. It was messier than paper, fibers going everywhere, the ripping sound– but the important part was, the jeans were gone, and Amy’s black and red panties were revealed.
“Feeling pretty today, are we?” Vicky laughed, tracing the lace. “Wait, aren’t these mine? Amy, you naughty girl…”
Amy whimpered.
“I had to hand wash them after Dean came on them,” Vicky remembered. “Left them hanging up in our bathroom to dry… and now that I’m thinking about it, they weren’t there when I checked later.”
“Ugh, Vicky, gross. I don’t want to hear about Dean.” Amy practically spat the word. “If I’d know that, I wouldn’t have–”
“What, stolen my panties?” Vicky asked in delight. “Nah, it’s a good thing. If they’re mine, I don’t have to feel bad about this.”
“W-wha–? Oh fuck!” Amy thrashed again as Vicky tore the lace, slowly, slowly ripping down.
“It’s in my way.” She explained darkly. “God, Am’, I need you so bad…”
Amy cried out, her voice filling the alley.
“You don’t mean that.” She sobbed. “C’mon, Vic, let me go already.”
“Never.” Vicky swore, aghast at the thought of it. Her sister was so warm and necessary, so tempting and inviting and hot. Her cock pulsed at the thought of all that pussy, right there…
When she leaned in again, rubbing along it, Amy’s cunt was just as warm and moist as she imagined.
“V-vicky!” Amy screeched. “God, c’mon, stop– stop–”
“Aw, you don’t mean that.” Vicky laughed through her breathless noises. “Ah, god, you’re so wet for this. ‘S a good thing, I don’t have any lube on me… or condoms, oops…”
Dean liked to insist on condoms, but he got so flustered when Vicky creampied him. Like, full on stuttering and moaning and red with shame and squirming…
Would Amy squirm for her?
Give her that tired, yet always sexy refrain of ‘no, pull out, not inside’?
Dean always tried that, and then came so hard when he felt her shoot off inside him… He was so into it! Why deny it?
Maybe Dean just liked Vicky holding him down, maybe he liked to pretend he didn’t want it…
Amy put her fist to her mouth and screamed around it, biting her knuckle.
Oh, right. Vicky had gotten a little carried away thinking about her gorgeous, handsome boyfriend, and his thin waist, and his pretty hole…
She’d been grinding pretty hard on Amy’s pussy, getting all that slick on her shaft.
Wow, super rude of her to be fantasizing– well, reminiscing– about one hole, when another is right here and begging.
“I can’t wait to put it in,” She tried, going with the kind of horny nonsense that really got Dean going. “I can, right? You want me to?”
Amy made a choked, strangled noise. She shook her head frantically.
“C’mon, Ames, don’t be like that.” Vicky complained, breathless. “I’m so hard. Can’t you feel how hard I am? I need it.”
“You–!” Amy couldn’t quite finish the sentence, clenching up and jerking again as Vicky rubbed her crown against that slick hole, the lips parting for her so easily.
“That’s right, Ame’.” Vicky rubbed it around, picking up so much more slick. “Shh, that’s just right. You’re practically pulling me in.”
“Don’t!” Amy squirmed. “Vicky, Vic, come on, don’t– you don’t want this.” Her voice broke.
Vicky laughed. That was about the most absurd thing she’d ever heard.
“Hmm, you’re right. I need it. God, you feel so good. So soft and squishy, here.” She giggled. “Oh, I meant to tease more, but… nghnnn.”
She groaned as she slid, just a little, into that tight passage. God. Fuck. Amy was so tight.
Hot and tight, and why did that make her giggle so much? Of course it was hot and tight, it was pussy.
“Love your pussy,” Vicky grunted, finally giving in and giving herself some shallow, jerky thrusts. Basically just the tip, and that threatened to set off another round of laughter.
Just the tip was Dean’s favorite and least favorite game, as he blushed and stammered and squeezed his eyes shut pretending he didn’t want all of it.
Amy started trying to escape again. Vicky snapped her teeth at her, all warning. No. Bad.
“Stay put.” Vicky hissed, giving her an extra inch as punishment. Amy clamped up, squeezing tight around her– like she was trying to push Vicky out.
Dean liked that game, too.
“Like, I get why you do that,” Vicky said, lazily finding a rhythm. “It feels good, don’t get me wrong. Ung. Pretending you don’t want it, squeezing your legs shut, just to feel me force them open–”
Vicky did as she said, nudging Amy’s thighs wide with her own.
“It makes you that much tighter for me. It gets you all excited, acting like you hate it. All the wiggling probably helps.” Vicky eased down again, covering Amy’s back. Whispering in her ear. “But it’s just pretend, because at the end of the day? You’re not going anywhere.”
She licked the sweet sweat at Amy’s ear, fucked her way into it with her tongue a little. Pulled back to bite the lobe, softly.
“And I’m not letting you go. Not when your sweet little pussy feels like pure sin, and you squeeze me so fucking tight.” Vicky grunted a little, making each stroke just a little longer. She was half-sheathed by now, filling Amy up.
The brunette sobbed, curses getting lost in her throat.
“You wanna cry, baby? Cry.” Vicky laughed. “I bet it feels so good, and I wanna lick those tears right up.”
Amy thrashed, keening. She tried not to moan, but every thrust was punctuated by her breathy sounds, by the sounds she couldn’t contain.
“Just like that,” Vicky encouraged. She slapped Amy’s ass, watching it jiggle– and feeling her clench up, a strangled scream caught in her throat.
“You look so cute like this, just in a t-shirt. Leaking all over my cock. Your thighs are wet with it. I bet if I reach around to feel your clit, it’ll be so swollen with need. Are you gonna cum from this, baby? Can you cum on a cock?”
“Ahhh! Fuck, I hate– hate–” Amy sobbed, unable to get words out.
“You hate it?” Vicky laughed, nipping her neck. “It doesn’t feel like you hate it.”
“Shut… up…” Amy managed through gritted teeth. “Stop it, just– how can you–”
“Easily.” Vicky said, practically purring. “You’re so wet, so welcoming. It’s like you’re made for me. Mm, I never wanna leave.” She fucked harder, giving… mm, just about everything.
Amy gasped, eyes clenched tight as Vicky pulled her flush. Balls slapping her cunt, hips tight against each other, almost all the way in.
“I could probably give you another inch if your ass wasn’t so fat.” Vicky sighed. “Plush, fat, and perfect… wanna bite it so bad but I’d have to pull out first and that would be a genuine tragedy.”
“Stop saying that– that shit– oh, god–” Amy’s eyes rolled back and she bit her knuckle as Vicky pulled out so, so slowly. She slammed in fast, setting up a brutal rhythm. Slow withdrawal, forceful re-entry, just hard enough to jiggle that ass she waxed poetic about.
God, what a marvel.
Why hadn’t she appreciated it before? It didn’t make sense… Mm, those sounds… those smells…
“Don’t say what?” Vicky murmured, sliding her arms– elbows– down and around, her arms forcing Amy up, in almost a wrestling hold, there was probably a name for it. Either way, it gave her better leverage.
“Don’t say I like your ass? Don’t say your sweet pussy is all I need, right now? That I want to turn you around and suck on your tits until they’re so sensitive, you scream and cuss at me?” Vicky tongued Amy’s ear again, liking how it made her shiver. “What shouldn’t I say, Ames?”
An inarticulate scream of rage.
It devolved into more sobbing.
Honestly, Vicky was used to working harder for that. Usually she had to tease and tease for hours to make someone sob like that on her cock…
Maybe Amy was just easy for it.
Vicky slammed into her, rough and greedy. She couldn’t be gentle right now, felt fevered and half-insane with it. Need burned through her, a forest fire, a runaway blaze.
She’d apologize later, if Amy was too sore to walk. Maybe Amy’d thank her for it, when she finished this whole ‘blah, I don’t want it’ routine.
Amy was certainly enjoying it, struggling not to fuck back into each thrust; struggling to contain helpless, broken moans. She kept shivering and her pussy clenched each time, ripples of sensation that felt fantastic.
Even her half-hearted complaints stopped, the insistence that they shouldn’t do this, begging Vicky to stop, bullshit excuses about them being sisters or this being in public…
Vicky could feel her sister start to really get into it, forgetting to be miserable, just enjoying the human animal of her body, how Vicky could make her pussy purr.
She murmured encouraging nonsense in Amy’s ear, occasionally soliciting a bright-shocked cry with something particularly filthy, sometimes fucking into her ear again to taste musk and feel Amy’s pussy clench as she fought for a few more seconds, instinctively pulling away.
Her reactions were everything. Her body, taught like a violin string, responsive and singing under Vicky’s hands. Her voice, warbling out, overwhelmed and pure music.
Vicky wanted to play her like a symphony, and then come back for an encore, finding out all the different songs Amy knew.
All the new scores they could compose together.
Vicky groaned and moaned and sang back, breath hot at Amy’s ear, lost in her own pleasure just as often. Fuck, this was amazing, it was both of them hurtling towards pleasure, it was sweat and exertion, it was flying.
Why hadn’t they done this before? Why would they ever stop?
“Vicky,” Amy choked, something different in her voice, in her throat ragged from crying out. “I’m so sorry, so–”
It was like a croak and Vicky slowed down, a little concerned. Amy takes a few deep breaths, like she’s waiting for something, going tense like she’s bracing.
Vicky stills inside her, scooching close, cockwarming for a few seconds so she can nudge her sister.
“Hey, Ames, c’mon, what’s up? What happened?”
Amy’s laugh cracked and broke, like sharp things shattering. She shook her head, tears audible.
Vicky wants to see her face, suddenly finding ‘fucking from behind’ to be too– impersonal. Wrong, for them. Not nearly intimate enough.
“You’re going to remember this later,” Amy gasped, “And I’m so sorry, so– you can’t help it, it’ll be okay, I forgive you–”
Flipping her over is easy, though she has to pull out of her in order to do it. Vicky’s cock already mourns its cold, miserable vacation, and when Amy’s facing her and it can slide against her lips again, it jumps for joy.
Well, twitches a little, but that’s ‘Cock’ for thank god, more pussy.
Vicky only thinks to watch Amy’s face, now that she can see it, a split second later; catches the exact moment the other girl registers Vicky is sliding back into her.
Amy’s face is ruddy with color, splotchy pink and white cheeks, tear tracks clear. It scrunches up with pleasure as Vicky slides slowly into her.
“Ah, that’s better.” Vicky sighed. “Feel how you grip me, baby? You didn’t want to let me go.”
“Gnnh.” Amy says, or gurgles really, and shoves her own fist to her mouth to muffle a scream.
And oh, facing her means Vicky can finally taste her tears, salty and so sweet. She licks long and slow up Amy’s cheek, pressing torso to torso to manage it.
The t-shirt half torn off Amy is worse in the front, barely hanging on. Vicky remembers her earlier threat. Amy has probably forgotten it, or thinks Vicky won’t remember– or that she wouldn’t go through with it.
Ha.
Vicky doesn’t say things she doesn’t mean!
Her cock twitches again at the thought of this and this time, enveloped in velvety perfection, she can feel Amy squeeze her harder in response.
God bless kegel muscles. Pussy is amazing. She can’t wait to tell Dean about this. Though, Dean’s also great. Vicky giggles, mostly because if she gave voice to that thought, Amy would really start to complain.
Though, there’s an idea– would she tolerate listening to Vicky talk about Dean if she got some Glory Gock out of it? Vicky’s not one to brag, but she knows–
Oh, who is she kidding? Her cock is fantastic and Amy is clearly enjoying every moment of this.
“Of course I’m going to remember this later,” Vicky says lowly, stopping to close her teeth around Amy’s cheek, round like an apple. “Why would I want to forget? Now, do you want me to remember my sister crying and begging me to stop… or gasping with pleasure?”
Vicky had to pull back to see Amy’s expression, to see which way she’d fall on the decision, but Amy’s face was screwed up with something upset again.
Vicky sighed and started fucking her again. The expression fell away into reluctant gasps and her fingers clenched tight against Vicky’s biceps.
“There you go, Ames.” Vicky watched her face, watched her fall apart for how good it was. “Let yourself have nice things, hmm?”
“Fuck– you–” Amy snarled, brows drawing together.
Vicky laughed.
“Other way around, sister-mine.” She reached down and cupped a tit, flicking the remainder of cotton away to bare it. “Mm, don’t think I’ve forgotten about these.”
“Don’t–” Amy managed, panicked, but Vicky already kissed down to pull a nipple between her teeth, and the words vanished around a shocked cry.
She sucks leisurely and then moves onto the other nip, enjoying herself.
Then Amy’s hand comes around, throwing a handful of glitter at her.
Vicky stares at it.
Amy stares at Vicky, something stressed and hopeful in her face.
The cloud disperses around Vicky’s head, settling down onto her clothes.
“I’m so sorry.” Amy’s said fiercely. “It’s all I could think to do. I’ll make it up to you later.”
A moment passed.
Then a minute.
Amy’s pussy quivered around Vicky’s cock, but Vicky heroically remained still, despite being flushed and fairly close to orgasm.
“Was that… supposed to do something?”
Amy’s expression crumpled.
She drew in a breath that ended in a shuddery sob.
“It’s supposed to knock you out! Any second now, you’ll just… fall asleep. It’ll be over. It’ll be okay.” Her voice warbled and fell silent.
The last of the powder fell, shimmering as pollen on Amy’s skin and the shoulders of Vicky’s costume.
“What? Why!?” Vicky shook her a little, demanding.
Amy thumped her hands hard on Vicky’s chest.
“Because you’re addled, Vicky! You don’t want this! It’s fucked up, it’s sick, it’s going to crush you later and I–” She choked, “I don’t want–”
“Shh, it’s okay. I won’t be mad at you, Amy.” Vicky cupped her face in both hands.
A heartbreaking expression crossed her sister’s face, as she sniffed.
“Really? Oh, god, maybe it’s working.” Amy closed her eyes briefly, fervently, as if in prayer. “The bacteria should render you unconscious. Everything will be okay. It’s over.”
“It’s okay, shh.” Vicky agreed, drawing back slow enough to make Amy gasp. “It will be okay, it’s all find. I can make you want it. I can make it good… you won’t ever be able to forget how good I can make you feel…”
Amy sobs as Vicky’s pace picks back up.
“That’s right baby, cry if you need to.” Amy’s so wound up, so stressed over this for no reason. She needs to let it out. God, why can’t she just relax and enjoy herself!?
“I know it’s good,” Vicky comforts, panting herself as she fucks hard. “I know it’s so good you can barely handle it, baby. Mm. Feel this, feel me, c’mon, be here with me, I know you can!”
Amy struggles against her, frustrating, so fucking– come on, Ames!
More tears overflow her eyes and Vicky tastes them, groaning.
“See? Tastes good, too. Fuck, you feel so nice, I could do this– oh, god– forever, yes, yes.”
Amy fights it so much. But finally she gets tired of it, of resisting what twists her face with reluctant pleasure, with trying to stifle her gasps and moans.
The facade of resistance is finally breaking, like she’s giving in, finally admitting that she wants this.
Yes, good. Finally.
Vicky will not be denied.
Amy’ll thank her for this later, she’s sure. Nothing between them, no protests or lies or any pesky latex.
Vicky reaches down and grabs a tit again, rolling it luxuriously. She thumbs the nipple and Amy curses, high and sharp.
Then her voice hitches and she cusses again, lip trembling, and balls up her fist, hitting Vicky’s shoulder.
“Why didn’t it work!?” She screamed. “You breathe, of course you breathe! An airborne cloud should– should–”
“Don’t be silly, Ames.” Vicky laughed a little, breathless. A thin sheen of sweat was visible on her skin, making the bay air seem cooler. “You know my force field is selectively permeable. It’s how I can breathe, and why I can breathe underwater. Why I can run into fires– the smoke doesn’t bother me. My forcefield wouldn’t let something in that could hurt me.”
Amy looked mutinous. She bared her teeth and screamed, right in Vicky’s face.
“Just got the fuck to sleep already!” She yelled, hoarse with it.
“You just– cooperate!” Vicky slammed Amy’s hands down onto the crate, careful not to hurt her. “Let yourself feel good, with me. Come on, you know you want to. I can hear the moan in your voice, the way your breathing is shaky with it. I can feel you clench around me, Ames.”
“It’s just– just physical.” Amy squeezed her eyes shut. “That’s all it…”
“Yeah, just physical.” Vicky cajoled. “That’s all it has to be. Let it happen, hmm? Let me make you feel so good…”
“Vicky.” Amy begged, voice cracking.
“Yeah, that’s right. I’ve got you. I’ll get you there. C’mon, work with me here, Ames.”
“I– I can’t. Vicky, I can’t.” Amy sobbed. “Please, you don’t– you don’t know what you’re asking me.”
“But I do. I don’t want you sad like this, denying yourself. Doesn’t it feel good? Don’t you want me?”
Amy cried out, wild, jerking against Vicky’s hold.
“I promise I won’t be mad.” Vicky said, eager now, close and wanting to finish nicely, with a cooperative duet partner. To erase the discordant notes of this song, to hear Amy sing.
“I just want you to feel good, Amy. That’s all I want.” Her eyes closed tight as she let herself feel the pure pleasure of her actions, of tight walls clenched around her, of the soft skin under her body.
Amy groaned, low and long.
“Vicky… please.” Her voice was barely a whisper.
She closed her eyes again, lashes trembling on her cheeks.
Yes.
Vicky kissed her.
Amy gasped into it, surprise stiffening her entire body. Vicky groaned into the kiss, fucking her with stuttering rhythm.
Fuck, god, she was– so close–
“Ames–” She slurred into the other girl’s mouth, her soft, soft lips– and came sucking on her tongue.
It rocked through her like a full body explosion, a calamitous crescendo, and she pumped hard and fast for the last few thrusts, pausing only when all her energy left her in a rush.
She slumped over Amy, gentling the kiss into something appropriate for the diminuendo. Amy kissed back, hesitantly, almost tremulous.
It was good. Almost too good. Something was niggling, something she really should be aware of…
Vicky gasped, jerking back.
“Oh, shit.” She said. “I’m so sorry.”
Amy tensed, staring up at her with– fear? Her pupils dilated hard. The dazed blush from the kiss was gone, replaced with worry.
Vicky kissed her again, soft, reassuring, but Amy leaned into it for only a second.
“Wha–?” She asked, completely confused, and Vicky giggled against her lips.
“Sorry, sorry– I’m not usually this selfish, I promise.” Vicky kissed her cheek, then her chin, her lips, playfully– until Amy laughed despite herself and tried to push her away, ticklish.
“Let me get you, too.” Vicky kissed her neck, and then down lower.
“I don’t… Vicky, what–”
“You don’t have to worry.” Vicky said, confidently, as she dipped her tongue in Amy’s belly button.
Amy gasped, hips bucking.
“I’m not the kind of girl who leaves her partners wanting. It’s your turn.” She kissed the inside of Amy’s thigh, and then set to work.
“Vicky!” Amy’s screams painted the alley.
She didn’t really care. After all, she had a job to do.
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