ALL NOVEL Chapter 16 – Venting the Frustrations
It was quite unwieldy to have such a large tool between the legs. Elana fastened the straps holding the weapon once more, making sure they wouldn’t come undone at an inopportune time.
Despite her nakedness, Elana didn’t feel cold. It seemed her affinity with low temperatures was high. It was useful to know but irrelevant to the current situation.
Cinthia was late. And with more time, Elana’s thoughts kept falling into deeper obsession. Her mind kept replaying the earlier meeting.
Rage kept building up as Elana recalled Moira leaving with the trash. It was all wrong. “Shit!” She was so angry. At Moira, at the prince and at herself.
Elana knew she had not acted decisively enough. She had been enthralled by Moira. This shouldn’t have happened.
They had spent so much time around each other. Why had their reunion resulted in Elana’s freeze-up? Why had Moira felt different?
Was it because Elana had thought she would never meet Moira again? Had she missed…
No. It couldn’t be. “NO!” Elana refused. She had not missed anyone. There had been regret - yes. That much was true. But she… What did she think of Moira?
The doors opened, allowing the sweaty Cinthia to step inside. Noticing her Lady’s nakedness, she quickly shut the doors. “She shouldn’t have the energy to come back for a while.” The bodyguard stretched. “Damn, I chased her for a while.”
Elana didn’t care. She didn’t want to think. Whether or not her sister would see her fucking Cinthia didn’t matter - if it resulted in a moment of forgetting about Moira, it was worth it.
“So, what are we-” Cinthia stopped mid-sentence. Her eyes fell down as she noticed the equipment her Lady had armed herself with. “Oh.” She took an involuntary step back. “Oh, no.”
“Strip,” Elana ordered while moving closer to the athletic redhead.
Cinthia’s eyes swam, searching for help, but she didn’t object. Her arms moved quickly, stripping off her armour and then everything else. “T-there is lubricant…” She noticed the unorganised pile on the ground. “...somewhere.”
“I am not waiting.” Elana was now close enough for the top of the strap-on to touch Cinthia’s toned stomach. “Besides,” she pushed the tool lower to search for her bodyguard’s slit. “You are wet. It won’t hurt-” She found the entrance, then began pushing her hips forward. “Much.”
To accommodate the large intruder, Cinthia hurried to widen her stance. She opened her legs and leaned back against the doors she had just entered from. “Oh, fuck! Oh, no!” She winced as the head began tearing apart her entrance.
Elana paused before slipping inside Cinthia - letting her juices pool on top of the strap-on. “The thing in the corner. Come closer and watch.” She addressed the maid. “Learn from this bitch how to accept oversized rod to please her Mistress.”
“Ah!” Cinthia let out an almost shy moan. Her hands pulled off the last piece of garment, leaving her completely naked. She glanced at the maid, who had stood still until now.
Now, the submissive woman was hurrying to her Mistress. She stopped beside them, then dropped on her knees, leaning close to where Elana was pressing the huge ‘thing’ against Cinthia’s pussy.
After making sure her toy could see everything, Elana resumed the push. She enjoyed the guttural mewl Cinthia breathed out. “Do not touch me. It will be me doing the work. Do you understand?” She received a hesitant nod.
Elana grabbed Cinthia’s hips, pushing just a little bit deeper inside the woman, then ran her palms up the sweaty, freckled body. She greedily explored the firm stomach, then moved higher, cupping the firm, plentiful breasts.
They were magnificent. Elana hummed in approval as her fingers found Cinthia’s hard nipples. Truly - a nice pair of tits. Only Moira’s-
Elana halted. She felt her anger spike again. Her fingers began pulling on Cinthia’s firm nipples, making her whine in pain. “SHUT UP!”
This was better. Elana felt her mind relax as she inflicted pain and pleasure in equal measure. This was working… Mostly.
The memories of Moira’s sensual body kept overlapping with Cinthia’s well-trained one.
Elana gritted her teeth. She took a firm grasp on her current victim’s nipples, then yanked them down - forcing the other woman to impale herself on the strap-on.
“Ooooooo!” Cinthia howled as her body tried to accept the length. She failed.
A good chunk of the large tool was still outside of the stuffed pussy. That wouldn’t do. Elana began pushing the thing deeper into Cinthia.
It resulted in another wild wail. Now that they were so deeply connected to each other, Elana felt the trembles of Cinthia’s body travel down the shaft into her own domicile.
Cinthia’s fingers dug deep into her own tights. Her mouth hung wide open, tongue and spit spilling out of it. She continued to release incomprehensible sounds.
Then, Elana began fucking the woman properly. She pulled her hips back, then rammed the false cock right back into Cinthia’s sanctuary, making her gasp and shudder.
Meanwhile, Elana’s hands continued to play with Cinthia’s breasts, mauling and stretching them.
Again. Elana repeated the movement and pushed into Cinthia’s depths. Then, once more. With each repeat, she was rougher and pushed harder - deeper. She watched Cinthia’s face as all reasoning left it.
Cinthia’s eyes rolled back into her head. She panted and moaned. Her spasming body brushed against Elana’s as they slammed together.
It was intoxicating. Elana released a satisfied sigh as she broke Citnhia’s vagina just a bit more. She put a palm on her fuck-toy’s tummy, feeling each time she reached the limits of the other woman’s body.
Elana could feel the strap-on with her fingers through the flesh. She rammed again and again - even when Cinthia’s body began to trash. She simply held the senseless woman down, continuing to fuck her.
Cinthia was close to an orgasm. Elana’s exploring palms could feel the woman’s body edge ever so closer to culmination. She revealed a mischievous smirk.
Suddenly, Elana pulled out the monstrous device, dumbfounding Cinthia, who gasped, blinked and sobbed in askance for continuation.
Elana grabbed Cinthia’s hair, slapped her cheek and locked their eyes.
Once Cinthia recognised her Mistress, Elana pressed her body against the woman’s, letting their heat mix. She moved her face closer to Cinthia’s but never touched it. Their breaths become one.
Citnthia’s eyes begged to be ravaged. She gave herself to Elana, wanting, demanding an orgasm.
And Elana would give it to her.
Elana manipulated her mana, chilling her fingers, then pressed them against Cinthia’s overheating body, running her digits down from the woman’s upper arm towards the lower regions.
As Elana’s fingers travelled, she felt Cinthia’s breathing stop. The freezing fingertips were too much for the bodyguard!
Cinthia’s body tensed, and as Elana reached the woman’s tight ass, Cinthia could not hold back her orgasm no more.
With their eyes still locked, Elana slid her fingers between Cinthia’s ass cheeks. But before she could continue, her victim was overcome by an overwhelming culmination.
Citnhia’s pussy juices splashed against Elana’s thighs and feet. The powerful orgasm continued, and she released the overloaded woman, letting her collapse beneath her feet.
While Elana had not climaxed herself, she felt lighter. She nudged Cinthia’s face with her drenched feet, smearing the woman’s juices on her own lips.
“I guess this will do.” Elana hummed. “For now.” She turned around and headed for the bathroom connected to her room.
Behind Elana, a very frustrated maid kept pressing her thighs together, wishing she was allowed to masturbate.
