Fairytale

Zazie Skymm stands naked beside the bath. Steam rises. She drags the red dress off her shoulders and steps into the water, scrubbing her pale skin like she might wash the rules away. The house belongs to Amirah Adara now, every inch of it, and Zazie is simply part of the furniture. Amirah arrives in silk, dark hair loose, the harness already buckled around her hips. The dildo glistens with warm seed. She guides Zazie onto the bed, presses her down, and sinks the length inside her in one slow, deliberate thrust. Zazie’s small, firm breasts rise and fall with each breath. Christina kneels at her side, fingers laced tight through hers, murmuring encouragement while her wife claims the fertile cunt they both need. Amirah’s rhythm is merciless. She fucks Zazie deep, hips rolling, the strap-on coated in slick. Christina watches, jealousy flickering behind her eyes, until the sight of her wife lost in another woman’s body becomes too much. She stands, walks out, the door clicking shut behind her. Alone, Amirah tears the harness away. She drops to her knees and buries her tongue between Zazie’s wet folds, licking with long, hungry strokes. Zazie shudders. Pleasure cuts through fear for the first time. She arches, spreads wider, and then rolls Amirah onto her back. Her mouth finds the shaved, glistening pussy above her and she licks with desperate focus, tasting salt and heat until Amirah’s thighs clamp around her head and she comes hard, fingers tangled in blonde hair.