Note: I wasn't going to do another girly slash, I prefer man meat. The response I got from 'Bubbles', however, made me rethink. This is for all those guys over on the Slipstream BBS who e-mailed me to say thank you. Here you go you pervs, it's all yours :)
TRANCE'S TASTES
By Epiphany
Beka woke up and stretched. At least she tried to stretch: something soft was wrapped around her wrists, holding them together above her head. She couldn’t see either. A blindfold? Beka thought.
A soft giggle alerted Beka to the presence of her lover.
"Trance, what are you doing?" Beka asked.
"Nothing yet. Do you want me to untie you?"
Beka thought about it. She and Trance hadn’t been together long; they were still at the ‘getting to know you’ stage. This looked like an ideal opportunity to find out what turned Trance on. "No, don’t untie me. What are you going to do?" Beka found herself getting hot at being helpless before Trance. With men she always liked to be in control but giving up control to Trance was…stimulating.
Trance replied with a kiss. A hot, searing, deep kiss that left Beka breathless and wet. Trance moved her lips down Beka’s neck and sucked and nibbled at the sensitive spots there. She sucked hard and marked Beka as hers.
"Mine," she whispered.
Beka whimpered as Trance’s mouth moved at random over her flesh. Each kiss, caress and light touch further inflamed her desire. Trance avoided all the spots Beka desperately wanted her to touch; until, finally, Trance latched onto a nipple. Beka arched her back and cried out as the pleasure shot down between her legs. Trance teased Beka’s nipple, interspersing light kisses with strong, circular strokes of her tongue.
Deprived of sight, Beka's other senses seemed heightened. Her fingers felt the flimsy softness of the material at her wrists. Her hot skin was soothed by the cool, silk sheets. Her foot stroked down the impossibly smooth perfection that was Trance's ankle. These were all background sensations, however, to the overwhelming sensuality of Trance's hands and mouth on her skin.
Trance raised her fingers to Beka’s mouth and Beka sucked on them greedily. Trance moved the fingers down and lightly circled Beka’s other nipple.
"Please Trance, please." Beka begged, as the sensations coursing her body grew to epic proportions. She bucked and groaned again as Trance slowly rubbed her wet thumb over her nipple. Beka spread her legs in invitation to Trance but Trance just laughed softly.
"Not yet Beka, I’m not done."
The slow torture continued. Trance’s mouth left Beka’s breast and began to explore her belly button. Trance left a trail of moist kisses down Beka’s stomach, hips and thighs. Beka growled in frustration as Trace bypassed her aching core and started kissing down her long legs.
Trance shifted until she knelt between Beka’s legs. She pulled them up towards her and focused all her attention to finding the sensitive spots on the backs of Beka’s knees and ankles. Then she started back up over Beka's thighs again.
"Pleasepleasepleaseplease," whispered Beka as Trance’s mouth moved further and further up. "YES!" Beka’s yell echoed through the cabin as Trance gifted Beka with a long, firm stroke of her tongue, right on Beka’s oversensitive clit. "AGAIN!" Beka shouted.
Trance laughed low in her throat, "Impatient, aren’t you?"
"Dammit Trance, fuck me. I’m begging you, please fuck me." Beka was gasping with need.
"No."
Beka whimpered and tugged at her bonds.
"Ah ah ah!" Trance said, moving swiftly up the bed to hold Beka’s wrists. "Behave yourself and I’ll let you cum. If you’re bad I’ll stop and you’ll only have your hand for company."
"Okay," said Beka, "But I can’t hold out much longer; you’re killing me."
Trance lay down full length on Beka and their breasts pressed together. Erect nipples rubbing over each other and firing off sexy sensations. Beka and Trance kissed deeply and ground their hips together.
Trance stroked her tail up and down their legs as they twisted around each other. Beka lifted her legs and tilted her hips forwards so she could rub her swollen cunt along the ridge of Trance’s hip. She screamed when Trance’s tail slid quickly up and into her. Trance undulated her tail in slow, lazy circles before sliding down to suck on Beka’s breasts again.
"More, please, more." Beka gasped.
"Like this?" Trance asked, her tail sliding deep within Beka. "Or like this?" She bit down lightly on Beka’s nipple. "How about this?" Trance slid her fingers over Beka’s clit and rubbed it with firm strokes.
Beka was incoherent now. Trance’s tail was thrusting in and out of her. Trance had her mouth and one hand tugging at her nipples and the other hand was working a relentless rhythm on her clit.
A scream of pure pleasure burst from Beka’s throat as she orgasmed again and again. Her whole body shook as the spasms ripped through her. She tore the material at her wrists and plunged her hands between Trance’s legs. Her body clenched again as she felt Trance tighten around her fingers and cry her name.
They lay sated in each other’s arms. Trance lifted her head. "You untied your hands."
"Mm hm," was Beka’s sleepy response.
"You weren’t supposed to do that."
"Are you complaining?"
"Well, no. But I think there should be some punishment for misbehaving." Trance pouted.
"A punishment? I place myself in your hands." Beka grinned with evil glee.
"Discipline me."
The End?