Thread: Confessions- Forevermischevious/Moon

Venia gulped lightly, as she felt the Mother Confessors fingers wiggle and tease continuesly against her panties, a rush of adrenalin shooting through her body, causing her back to shiver lightly, and her lips to hum a silent moan. She bit her lower lip tightly as the Mother Confessor made her little word play, and a silent and light giggle passed through closed lips. Then as the Mother Confessor leaned forward, Venia's body did the same backwards, her body almost symbiotically following the Mother Confessors. Her hands dropped down on each side of her, her chest heaving with each audible, intense breath. Her hand threw the bread aside, clearly having no more interest in it. Then, as the Mother Confessors hand shifted, her legs gave way just a little bit, to make the shift be easier, before starting to lift herself up against the hand, though still with her legs pushed together. She panted softly, as she started doing light motions against the Mother Confessors hand, her lips parting just lightly to make those pants and huffs more audible. Venia breathed in deeply, as she saw the Mother's lips move closer, her own parting as if they where preparing to be kissed. But as the lips missed, instead starting to tease the skin of her neck, Venia gave a sigh of excitement, her chest still heaving up and down with each heavy breath she took. As the hand starting rubbing against her, a soft whimper of a moan passed her lips, as she arched her back against the couch, heaving her abdomen upwards against the pleasing touch. Her legs where still gently pushed together, as if she wanted to remain innocent and shy in all of this. But she far from was, anymore. Neither of those. As she felt the finger slid past her panties, and then slowly tingle down inside her, rubbing, pressing and pleasing in so many ways, a much heavier pant passed her lips as she gasped and whimpered. Her legs started rubbing together lightly, continuing to set up a pretend, that she didn't want this. But Venia was far too heated, wet and sweating now, to make any believable attempts to seem reluctant. She was horny, and badly so. She gulped and shivered as her body continued to moved and shiver with the Confessors teases. And with the extra hand added, now caressing her breast as well, she could feel her body gasping with delight, as she expelled a cry of delight. But then, as she felt the hands stop, and Arianna's body move, she whimpered and opened her eyes, gazing up at Arianna as she rose from the couch. Venia panted heavily, her eyes giving clear signs of frustration. A frustration that could clearly explode into action, if she didn't control it. The first hints, that she might not purely be a submissive woman. That there was something dominant and demanding inside her yet. The Mother Confessor might even think, that the only reason Venia did nothing, was the still lingering threat of a superior, stronger being. Which would also almost be true. But there was also something else, holding Venia from taking action, in an instant trying to become dominant. A lingering thought, that the Mother Confessor had something to show her. Then, as Venia was demanded to rise and strip, her eyes opened a bit wider, from the lightly narrowed they'd been before. She nibbled at her lower lip, before giving a teasing grin. She very slowly rose from the couch, taking a few slow steps closer to Arianna, as her hands stroked up her thighs and then hips, pulling just a little bit at te dress, to make it show a bit more of her legs, then it already did when she stood up. Then stopping a few steps from Arianna, she elegantly turned around on her toes, her hands reaching behind her back, finding the threads holding her dress in place. She opened them, forcing the thread out of it's holes, making it hell to put back on the dress later, but making the situation more erotic, as she let the dress upon, now hanging in her arms that was folded before her chest, the shoulders of the dress curving down each of her arms. She then turned around, letting the Mother Confessor see the curves of her breasts, the dress almost falling down now, only really being held by her hands neatly placed bellow and cupping her breasts. But finally she let go, letting the dress fall the rest of the way down her curves, her hands now held out to each side, as she nibbled her lower lip with a light grin. It was clear, that she'd done that before. But this time. This time was different. This time, it didn't make her cry. This time, it'd made her proud. And this time, it would lead to something she wanted. Not just to whippings. She had a few whiplashes. One down the side of her right breast, that would fade in time, one upon her waist and one down her back. None of them where nearly as violent as they'd been before. Now they where merely light red reminders of a worse day. And then, as the Mother Confessor began removing her own clothes, Venia's cheeks blushed lightly, but never did her eyes stray from the beauty of the Mother. Instead, they fixed upon her crotch, instantly seeing something different, already when the dress was removed. Then as it was revealed properly, her jaw dropped lightly, and she found herself enthralled to stare upon it. She closed her mouth again, cheeks flushing even brighter, as she gazed back upon the Mother's eyes. She hugged her arms a bit around herself, but without hiding anything. Rather pushing her breasts a bit together, lifting them lightly to make them more delicious to behold. As she was asked to come close, and taste, Venia's eyes widened a bit, and now jumped back and forth between the cock and Arianna's eyes. There was still a part of her, that told her she shouldn't be so fast to trust Arianna. That this might be all too soon. But that side was lulled silent by the side of her, that knew she was a Confessor. And that this, would make her stronger. More energized. Happier. So instead of stopping, she took the last few steps, sitting down upon her knees, nibbling a bit on her lower lip again, observing the cock for a few seconds, before letting her tongue past her lips and gently lick against the tip of it. Her eyes flickered lightly in their sockets, as her back shivered, and she looked back up to Arianna's eyes. She'd listened well to all that Arianna'd said, and was now excited, but didn't make that clear in her eyes. Instead pretending herself innocent. It.. It tastes.. Good. Dear Mother. She admitted, smiling a bit, as she let her lips cup the very tip of Arianna's member, continuing to tease, by being careful. As if she wanted to take it a lot slower then this. But already her mind was picturing the cock ramming down her throat, taking her breath away, choking her for moments, before giving her seconds of breath. The mere thoughts, forced her right hand to slit down her own panties and fingers tingle over her slit before pushing inside of her. Her tongue started twirling in circles around the tip, as she tasted a bit more of it, allowing it a bit deeper inside her warm mouth.