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Emma licked up Aaliyah’s body, her tongue swirling around her belly button. Aaliyah let out small whimpers as Emma made her way past her taut belly, and up to her large breasts. Taking one rosy nipple into her mouth, Emma sucked gently, relishing the feel of the pebbled nipple against her tongue. Her other hand squeezed the luscious mound of her other breast, not wanting it to feel neglected. Emma smiled up at Aaliyah, highly enjoying the little whimpers that escaped her mouth. Her love’s nipples were quite sensitive. Removing her mouth from her breast, Emma kissed up Aaliyah’s neck and captured her plump lips in a passionate kiss. Emma loved the warm feeling that spread through her chest when she caressed her lover’s lips with her own. They molded perfectly together, and their tongues sweetly tangoed as Emma’s hands once more returned to Aaliyah’s breasts.
“I can’t get enough of these,” Emma whispered, smiling into their kiss.
“Please,” Aaliyah gasped, breaking away and staring up at her with violet eyes. “Lick me.”
Emma smirked, quickly making her way down her tanned body and spreading her long legs. Aaliyah’s shaved pussy stared back at her, swollen and glistening. It was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen; delicious pink encased by gentle mounded lips. This was the first pussy Emma had ever tasted, and declared silently to herself that it would be the only and last. This woman was her life and she devoted herself to giving her unimaginable pleasure every night.
Leaning down and pressing a kiss against her thigh, Emma dove into Aaliyah’s slick folds, her tongue curling around her swollen clit. Aaliyah cried out in pleasure, her back arching and her hands delving into Emma’s dark hair. Emma’s arms gripped Aaliyah’s hips and lifted her body as close as possible, her mouth devouring her sweet pussy. She could feel Aaliyah’s body begin to shake as her moans of pleasure turned into screams. She was close.
Emma quickly pulled away and grinned up at her darling, watching her breasts heave as Aaliyah attempted to catch her breath. Her violet eyes stared into gray as Aaliyah reached a finger down and gently moved it along her wetness.
“Don’t stop. Oh god, my love, don’t stop,” Aaliyah whimpered.
Emma lifted a hand and still smiling, inserted a finger inside Aaliyah’s tight entrance. She felt Aaliyah’s walls clench as she moaned. Emma returned her tongue to her clit and began to move her finger in and out, determined to bring Aaliyah to orgasm. Aaliyah’s moans increased until lifting her body halfway off the bed, came violently, her hips rolling along with the orgasm. Emma watched in rapture, her own pussy dripping as she enjoyed watching her lover come undone.
Aaliyah stilled on the bed, breathing heavily, and laughed gently to herself.
“You are the only one who can make me cum so hard,” she said, slowly sitting up and pushing Emma back onto the bed.
“And hopefully the only one who can make your pussy so wet,” Emma said, smiling. She gasped a little when Aaliyah reached down and began to gently rub her fingers against Emma’s vagina.
“Only you,” Aaliyah said passionately, leaning down and engaging Emma in a searing kiss.
*
After, while they laid in post-coital bliss, Emma ran her fingers down Aaliyah’s arms as she held her close on the bed.
“When was the first time you realized you liked women?” Aaliyah asked, looking up at Emma, her lips parted in curiosity.
When Emma had first come to the court of the Eastern King, it was to play violin for the royal family. It was there that she was introduced to the king’s wife, Aaliyah. In this country, it was quite normal, and even expected, for both the king and queen to take lovers, and in Aaliyah’s case, she preferred the company of women. Emma’s life changed forever when Aaliyah came into her room one night and declared that she wanted her for a lover.
“I was lost when you showed me these beautiful breasts,” Emma said, wrapping one hand around a soft mound.
Aaliyah laughed, “Yes, but, the very first time you felt…anything for a woman. And don’t be afraid of making me jealous.”
Emma frowned in thought, staring up at the ceiling. “Well, when I was in school…with the prospects of being a governess believe it or not, there was a girl. Every time I would catch her eye in class, she would smile, and eventually she approached me whilst I was reading in the courtyard and we became fast friends. She had soft, long golden hair. We were very close, inseparable really, and I never thought about her in any other way than a friend. That is, of course, until one day, coming back from a walk, it began to rain. Running back to the school, she fell in mud. I had laughed and laughed, and dragged her, soaking, back to the school. We went into the dormitories and she began to undress and attempt to wash away the mud.
“I don’t know what happened…maybe it was because this was the first time we were alone whilst in the washroom without the matron’s watchful gaze, but I remember being hyper aware of her pale, creamy skin and small breasts. I had a sudden image of walking over and pressing a hand to her skin. It frightened me to death, because in my culture, thoughts like that were not normal, and I quickly dashed it away. She and I became distant after that, as I tried to banish any thought of that day from my mind. When we graduated…I never saw her again. I wish I could have told her that I didn’t hate her, because I’m sure that’s what she thought. I never explained why, but I knew she wouldn’t understand…”
Aaliyah pressed a gentle kiss to the side of Emma’s neck, snuggling closer. “Sometimes I forget that you aren’t from my land. Was there ever anyone else?”
“When I was a little older, I worked as a governess in a reputable household,” Emma began. “There was a maid, very sweet, quiet. It took me forever to get her to talk to me. I just wanted a friend, someone I could talk to in the evenings and on my Sundays off. We became quite close; I began to teach her to read. She had such a lovely speaking voice. One night, after checking on one of the children who was suffering a fever, I heard noises from the hall linen closet. I opened it…and lo and behold, there she was with the valet. I was…so angry. I threatened to tell my employer and sent them off to their rooms before running to mine. I just sat against the door after that, crying, and I didn’t know why. It wasn’t until I was in bed, thinking it through... that I realized I was jealous. I was so jealous. Why did she have to choose him? Why…why couldn’t it have been me in the closet with her? And I couldn’t stop thinking about how the thought of having a man kissing me as the valet did to the maid felt wrong.
“The next day, I was so confused and distraught over my feelings that I cornered her in the scullery and kissed her. She was…horrified, and afraid for my job and my reputation, I promised I wouldn’t tell about her and the valet if she didn’t tell about me. I quit after that and moved into a new household, and I vowed to never again act on my feelings….or even think about the possibility of being with another woman. It worked very well….until I came here.”
“Until you met me,” Aaliyah laughed, leaning over Emma, their breasts pressing together. Emma closed her eyes for a moment, enjoying the feeling.
“Yes, until you walked into my chambers, unleashed your delicious breasts, and declared that I was to be your lover.” Emma gently kissed her nose. “Vixen. You know, it was that moment that I admitted it to myself.”
“Admitted what?”
“That I was a lesbian.” Emma shrugged, smiling.
“Yes!” Aaliyah laughed, sitting up. “We are lesbians!”
*
“I want to try something different,” Aaliyah said, looking up through her lashes as she lounged naked on the large bed. Emma stood at the foot, gazing down at her, her eyes raking over her glorious body.
“Anything,” Emma said, smiling encouragingly. “I just want to touch that beautiful body.”
Aaliyah leaned over the side of the bed and brought up a device with straps that had a long cylindrical shaped protrusion hooked to the end. It reminded Emma of a man’s member. Without saying a word, Aaliyah crawled to the end of the bed and helped Emma into the contraption, and the position of the length made Emma realize that it was supposed to mimic a man’s cock.
“I want you to fuck me,” Aaliyah said, leaning back on the bed once more. She spread her legs and began to run her fingers between her folds, spreading her wetness all along her vagina. It was only through living in this country for several months that allowed Emma to know exactly what copulation between a man and a woman looked like. The people of this land were not shy.
Emma crawled up the bed and positioned herself between Aaliyah’s legs, leaning up her body and pressing their lips together. They kissed for several minutes, tongues sliding across each other. Emma leaned back and gazed into Aaliyah’s eyes, her hand coming up to caress the side of her face.
“I love you,” she said. Her expression was tender.
Aaliyah smiled gloriously. “I love you,” she whispered fervently.
Taking the fake cock in her hand, Emma guided it to Aaliyah’s entrance, anticipating the moment they would figuratively become one. She wanted to watch Aaliyah writhe in pleasure beneath her. Emma gently guided the head in, but Aaliyah’s insistent hands gripped her bottom and pushed her forward, completely encasing the strap on in Aaliyah’s warm center.
Aaliyah cried out, her hips rolling, desperate to be fucked. Emma pushed her hips forward and back, creating a rhythm that rocked deep pleasure through Aaliyah’s body. Emma watched Aaliyah’s breasts bounce up and down as she thrust, her breath becoming heavy with the exertion and the feeling of the leather straps rubbing against her swollen clit. Reaching a hand down, Emma used her thumb to rub against Aaliyah’s clit, smiling as Aaliyah shouted her name as she came.
Emma pulled away and gently lifted one of Aaliyah’s legs, pressing a kiss to the calf before allowing her to rest while she removed the strap on. Climbing back into bed, Emma returned to lie between Aaliyah’s legs, her head resting against her delightful breasts. Emma had decent sized breasts, pale with pink nipples, but she couldn’t get over the perfect roundness of Aaliyah’s large breasts, and she highly enjoyed licking the dark rose colored nipples. Her sweet love was a gorgeous woman. Rightfully Queen of this foreign land.
“Does your husband have many lovers?” Emma asked, her fingers trailing up and down Aaliyah’s sides. Aaliyah had her arms wrapped around her lover.
“Oh, yes. An entire harem. We haven’t slept together since we first became married. I took my first lover only a month after we were wed. Although a royal marriage doesn’t have to be like ours, it is allowed and almost expected if the husband and wife aren’t interested in one another.”
“And were they always women?”
“Yes, only women. I have known for a long time that I was a lesbian, and I only tolerated his body while it was expected of us to sleep together. I am glad I never became pregnant.” Aaliyah sighed. “I was so grateful when he stopped calling on me, and I quickly sought out my first lover.”
“What made you first realize you were attracted to women?” Emma asked, curious for Aaliyah’s side of the woman loving story.
Aaliyah laughed softly. “I believe I was 16. My father was the king’s royal advisor, and as the second most powerful family in the country, I was betrothed to the prince at birth, so when I was old enough to begin my training to be queen, I spent much time at court. The first time I was in audience with the Queen without my mother beside me, I noticed two women wrapped in a passionate embrace on a large cushion near the Queen’s throne. She caught me staring, and as I had lived quite the sheltered life in my father’s home, she explained that some women felt desire for other women. I was so fascinated, and that night in bed, I couldn’t stop thinking about them. I thought about kissing another girl. I told my best friend Samia about it, whose father was a council member, and she had already been at court for a year. I was shocked to find that she had seen several women at court engaging in such acts, and my mind could barely wrap around the two women I had seen, let alone several.
“She told me that if I was so curious about it, we could try kissing. I was so excited that I practically mauled the poor girl to get to her lips, “Aaliyah laughed breathily. “We kissed every time we saw each other after that, exploring more and more as we got older. We never made love, but hers were the first breasts I had ever touched. She was married off, and I became Queen, and while we remain friends to this day, I learned that she never touched another woman again, and is very much in love with her husband. I, however, can say that I never became attracted to men, and only prefer women to this day.”
Emma leaned up, looking into Aaliyah’s eyes. “And how many women have you had?”
“Many,” Aaliyah grinned. “Are you jealous, my love?”
Emma pressed a fiery kiss to Aaliyah’s lips. “Of course. I want this body to only be mine.”
“And it is, my sweet. Forever. I cannot even imagine being with another woman,” Aaliyah soothed, pushing a lock of hair away from Emma’s face. “I wish we were wed.”
Emma was startled for a moment at this declaration. Despite woman on woman love being a natural thing in this land, she had yet to hear of two women being married.
“We are, my angel. Body and soul.” Emma kissed her lips gently, trailing down her neck before swirling a tongue around a nipple. “I do not need a ceremony to feel wedded to you.”
Aaliyah’s answering smile was breathtaking, and shifting, Emma took her into her arms, both women drifting into a deep sleep, dreaming of the other.
“I can’t get enough of these,” Emma whispered, smiling into their kiss.
“Please,” Aaliyah gasped, breaking away and staring up at her with violet eyes. “Lick me.”
Emma smirked, quickly making her way down her tanned body and spreading her long legs. Aaliyah’s shaved pussy stared back at her, swollen and glistening. It was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen; delicious pink encased by gentle mounded lips. This was the first pussy Emma had ever tasted, and declared silently to herself that it would be the only and last. This woman was her life and she devoted herself to giving her unimaginable pleasure every night.
Leaning down and pressing a kiss against her thigh, Emma dove into Aaliyah’s slick folds, her tongue curling around her swollen clit. Aaliyah cried out in pleasure, her back arching and her hands delving into Emma’s dark hair. Emma’s arms gripped Aaliyah’s hips and lifted her body as close as possible, her mouth devouring her sweet pussy. She could feel Aaliyah’s body begin to shake as her moans of pleasure turned into screams. She was close.
Emma quickly pulled away and grinned up at her darling, watching her breasts heave as Aaliyah attempted to catch her breath. Her violet eyes stared into gray as Aaliyah reached a finger down and gently moved it along her wetness.
“Don’t stop. Oh god, my love, don’t stop,” Aaliyah whimpered.
Emma lifted a hand and still smiling, inserted a finger inside Aaliyah’s tight entrance. She felt Aaliyah’s walls clench as she moaned. Emma returned her tongue to her clit and began to move her finger in and out, determined to bring Aaliyah to orgasm. Aaliyah’s moans increased until lifting her body halfway off the bed, came violently, her hips rolling along with the orgasm. Emma watched in rapture, her own pussy dripping as she enjoyed watching her lover come undone.
Aaliyah stilled on the bed, breathing heavily, and laughed gently to herself.
“You are the only one who can make me cum so hard,” she said, slowly sitting up and pushing Emma back onto the bed.
“And hopefully the only one who can make your pussy so wet,” Emma said, smiling. She gasped a little when Aaliyah reached down and began to gently rub her fingers against Emma’s vagina.
“Only you,” Aaliyah said passionately, leaning down and engaging Emma in a searing kiss.
*
After, while they laid in post-coital bliss, Emma ran her fingers down Aaliyah’s arms as she held her close on the bed.
“When was the first time you realized you liked women?” Aaliyah asked, looking up at Emma, her lips parted in curiosity.
When Emma had first come to the court of the Eastern King, it was to play violin for the royal family. It was there that she was introduced to the king’s wife, Aaliyah. In this country, it was quite normal, and even expected, for both the king and queen to take lovers, and in Aaliyah’s case, she preferred the company of women. Emma’s life changed forever when Aaliyah came into her room one night and declared that she wanted her for a lover.
“I was lost when you showed me these beautiful breasts,” Emma said, wrapping one hand around a soft mound.
Aaliyah laughed, “Yes, but, the very first time you felt…anything for a woman. And don’t be afraid of making me jealous.”
Emma frowned in thought, staring up at the ceiling. “Well, when I was in school…with the prospects of being a governess believe it or not, there was a girl. Every time I would catch her eye in class, she would smile, and eventually she approached me whilst I was reading in the courtyard and we became fast friends. She had soft, long golden hair. We were very close, inseparable really, and I never thought about her in any other way than a friend. That is, of course, until one day, coming back from a walk, it began to rain. Running back to the school, she fell in mud. I had laughed and laughed, and dragged her, soaking, back to the school. We went into the dormitories and she began to undress and attempt to wash away the mud.
“I don’t know what happened…maybe it was because this was the first time we were alone whilst in the washroom without the matron’s watchful gaze, but I remember being hyper aware of her pale, creamy skin and small breasts. I had a sudden image of walking over and pressing a hand to her skin. It frightened me to death, because in my culture, thoughts like that were not normal, and I quickly dashed it away. She and I became distant after that, as I tried to banish any thought of that day from my mind. When we graduated…I never saw her again. I wish I could have told her that I didn’t hate her, because I’m sure that’s what she thought. I never explained why, but I knew she wouldn’t understand…”
Aaliyah pressed a gentle kiss to the side of Emma’s neck, snuggling closer. “Sometimes I forget that you aren’t from my land. Was there ever anyone else?”
“When I was a little older, I worked as a governess in a reputable household,” Emma began. “There was a maid, very sweet, quiet. It took me forever to get her to talk to me. I just wanted a friend, someone I could talk to in the evenings and on my Sundays off. We became quite close; I began to teach her to read. She had such a lovely speaking voice. One night, after checking on one of the children who was suffering a fever, I heard noises from the hall linen closet. I opened it…and lo and behold, there she was with the valet. I was…so angry. I threatened to tell my employer and sent them off to their rooms before running to mine. I just sat against the door after that, crying, and I didn’t know why. It wasn’t until I was in bed, thinking it through... that I realized I was jealous. I was so jealous. Why did she have to choose him? Why…why couldn’t it have been me in the closet with her? And I couldn’t stop thinking about how the thought of having a man kissing me as the valet did to the maid felt wrong.
“The next day, I was so confused and distraught over my feelings that I cornered her in the scullery and kissed her. She was…horrified, and afraid for my job and my reputation, I promised I wouldn’t tell about her and the valet if she didn’t tell about me. I quit after that and moved into a new household, and I vowed to never again act on my feelings….or even think about the possibility of being with another woman. It worked very well….until I came here.”
“Until you met me,” Aaliyah laughed, leaning over Emma, their breasts pressing together. Emma closed her eyes for a moment, enjoying the feeling.
“Yes, until you walked into my chambers, unleashed your delicious breasts, and declared that I was to be your lover.” Emma gently kissed her nose. “Vixen. You know, it was that moment that I admitted it to myself.”
“Admitted what?”
“That I was a lesbian.” Emma shrugged, smiling.
“Yes!” Aaliyah laughed, sitting up. “We are lesbians!”
*
“I want to try something different,” Aaliyah said, looking up through her lashes as she lounged naked on the large bed. Emma stood at the foot, gazing down at her, her eyes raking over her glorious body.
“Anything,” Emma said, smiling encouragingly. “I just want to touch that beautiful body.”
Aaliyah leaned over the side of the bed and brought up a device with straps that had a long cylindrical shaped protrusion hooked to the end. It reminded Emma of a man’s member. Without saying a word, Aaliyah crawled to the end of the bed and helped Emma into the contraption, and the position of the length made Emma realize that it was supposed to mimic a man’s cock.
“I want you to fuck me,” Aaliyah said, leaning back on the bed once more. She spread her legs and began to run her fingers between her folds, spreading her wetness all along her vagina. It was only through living in this country for several months that allowed Emma to know exactly what copulation between a man and a woman looked like. The people of this land were not shy.
Emma crawled up the bed and positioned herself between Aaliyah’s legs, leaning up her body and pressing their lips together. They kissed for several minutes, tongues sliding across each other. Emma leaned back and gazed into Aaliyah’s eyes, her hand coming up to caress the side of her face.
“I love you,” she said. Her expression was tender.
Aaliyah smiled gloriously. “I love you,” she whispered fervently.
Taking the fake cock in her hand, Emma guided it to Aaliyah’s entrance, anticipating the moment they would figuratively become one. She wanted to watch Aaliyah writhe in pleasure beneath her. Emma gently guided the head in, but Aaliyah’s insistent hands gripped her bottom and pushed her forward, completely encasing the strap on in Aaliyah’s warm center.
Aaliyah cried out, her hips rolling, desperate to be fucked. Emma pushed her hips forward and back, creating a rhythm that rocked deep pleasure through Aaliyah’s body. Emma watched Aaliyah’s breasts bounce up and down as she thrust, her breath becoming heavy with the exertion and the feeling of the leather straps rubbing against her swollen clit. Reaching a hand down, Emma used her thumb to rub against Aaliyah’s clit, smiling as Aaliyah shouted her name as she came.
Emma pulled away and gently lifted one of Aaliyah’s legs, pressing a kiss to the calf before allowing her to rest while she removed the strap on. Climbing back into bed, Emma returned to lie between Aaliyah’s legs, her head resting against her delightful breasts. Emma had decent sized breasts, pale with pink nipples, but she couldn’t get over the perfect roundness of Aaliyah’s large breasts, and she highly enjoyed licking the dark rose colored nipples. Her sweet love was a gorgeous woman. Rightfully Queen of this foreign land.
“Does your husband have many lovers?” Emma asked, her fingers trailing up and down Aaliyah’s sides. Aaliyah had her arms wrapped around her lover.
“Oh, yes. An entire harem. We haven’t slept together since we first became married. I took my first lover only a month after we were wed. Although a royal marriage doesn’t have to be like ours, it is allowed and almost expected if the husband and wife aren’t interested in one another.”
“And were they always women?”
“Yes, only women. I have known for a long time that I was a lesbian, and I only tolerated his body while it was expected of us to sleep together. I am glad I never became pregnant.” Aaliyah sighed. “I was so grateful when he stopped calling on me, and I quickly sought out my first lover.”
“What made you first realize you were attracted to women?” Emma asked, curious for Aaliyah’s side of the woman loving story.
Aaliyah laughed softly. “I believe I was 16. My father was the king’s royal advisor, and as the second most powerful family in the country, I was betrothed to the prince at birth, so when I was old enough to begin my training to be queen, I spent much time at court. The first time I was in audience with the Queen without my mother beside me, I noticed two women wrapped in a passionate embrace on a large cushion near the Queen’s throne. She caught me staring, and as I had lived quite the sheltered life in my father’s home, she explained that some women felt desire for other women. I was so fascinated, and that night in bed, I couldn’t stop thinking about them. I thought about kissing another girl. I told my best friend Samia about it, whose father was a council member, and she had already been at court for a year. I was shocked to find that she had seen several women at court engaging in such acts, and my mind could barely wrap around the two women I had seen, let alone several.
“She told me that if I was so curious about it, we could try kissing. I was so excited that I practically mauled the poor girl to get to her lips, “Aaliyah laughed breathily. “We kissed every time we saw each other after that, exploring more and more as we got older. We never made love, but hers were the first breasts I had ever touched. She was married off, and I became Queen, and while we remain friends to this day, I learned that she never touched another woman again, and is very much in love with her husband. I, however, can say that I never became attracted to men, and only prefer women to this day.”
Emma leaned up, looking into Aaliyah’s eyes. “And how many women have you had?”
“Many,” Aaliyah grinned. “Are you jealous, my love?”
Emma pressed a fiery kiss to Aaliyah’s lips. “Of course. I want this body to only be mine.”
“And it is, my sweet. Forever. I cannot even imagine being with another woman,” Aaliyah soothed, pushing a lock of hair away from Emma’s face. “I wish we were wed.”
Emma was startled for a moment at this declaration. Despite woman on woman love being a natural thing in this land, she had yet to hear of two women being married.
“We are, my angel. Body and soul.” Emma kissed her lips gently, trailing down her neck before swirling a tongue around a nipple. “I do not need a ceremony to feel wedded to you.”
Aaliyah’s answering smile was breathtaking, and shifting, Emma took her into her arms, both women drifting into a deep sleep, dreaming of the other.
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