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Revelations of Destiny	By : Kellendros Category: Kim Possible > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 63461 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Kim took a deep breath, filling her lungs to aching capacity, and held it for a few seconds while she arched her back and stretched her arms up over her head, before uncurling fully, adding her extended legs to the mix, every taut muscle rippling and undulating as they all flexed and trembled across her body. A moment later she released the air in a long, lusty sigh while rolling over on her back, grinning a contented little feline grin and wriggling around like a happy housecat. It was all there, just as she expected; a full accounting of all the fun and exhilaration she’d experienced last night, in every nuanced detail, with all the highs and lows faithfully recorded—though admittedly, far less of the latter than the former.

Surprisingly, despite the potential complications that might have arisen from Motor Ed’s unexpected appearance, along with the excessive aggravation dealing with his pack of temp thugs had brought—especially their sexist, sociopathic leader—Kim had actually gotten some enjoyment out of the battle, aside from the usual primal rush and satisfaction she experienced taking down her opposition.

Even now, she still got a warm little squiggly feeling in her tummy at the memory of Shego’s aggressively protective declaration that she was “her bitch,” despite the phrasing, which, given the context, prompted amusement in Kim more than anything else. On top of that, it was one of the few times she could remember where she hadn’t been worrying about someone in the back of her mind while fighting. Usually, that worry was always there; that she wouldn’t deal with whatever was occupying her fast enough to keep Ron safe, or worse—and more selfishly unfounded—that whatever Ron was dealing with would be too much for him to handle and she’d get blindsided by it. Those kinds of thoughts hadn’t crossed her mind once during the fight last night—well, actually, if she were honest, there’d still been a little worry there, but nowhere near as much as she usually felt.

That wasn’t to say that she didn’t appreciate what Ron did for her; his support was an invaluable part of the reason why she was able to do the things she did, and he was always there by her side even when he probably shouldn’t have been, without her even needing to ask, time and time again. It was just that it had been a nice change of pace not having to worry about someone for once, and on top of that, knowing that someone else was helping her take care of a problem in such a way that she had to worry about pulling her own weight instead.

Heh… looks like you knew what you were talking about Mo… Kim grinned at the passing thought, remembering her conversation with Monique months ago, right after her little… incident, with Shego that had kick-started this whole strangely wonderful adventure she was on now.

The only other thing that had brought the evening down just a little was that between her experimentation in Jamaica and last night, Kim was now ninety-five percent certain she had no further interest in casual drug use. That wasn’t to say that the experience hadn’t been… interesting, or even enjoyable in some ways, just that despite the relaxing, pleasant feelings she’d experienced, she still hadn’t really been able to get over that same sense of… wrongness, she felt while on other mind-affecting drugs like Vicodin, only to even greater effect. She simply wasn’t comfortable with having her thinking altered in that fashion, so that meant at best, drugs and alcohol would only be something she indulged in on very special occasions, if at all.

Nope, they’re just not for me… Kim thought to herself before dismissing the lingering memories, having no real interest in dwelling on them any further now that she’d made up her mind, returning to more pleasant, carefree thoughts instead.

After a minute or so just lolling around idly, Kim’s grin shifted to something far less… wholesome, and she gave another little stretch before languidly running her hands down herself from shoulders to hips, stroking her smooth, satiny skin in a decidedly… indulgent fashion, wondering exactly what Monique would have to say about some of the other things Kim had written about in her diary, things that she didn’t need the book now lying forgotten at her side to recall one moment of, things that she would have never risked putting to paper if there was even a chance anyone but her—and possibly Shego—might read them.

Kim’s grin shifted again as she stroked her fingers up her flat stomach towards her tightening breasts, carnal memories of what had been and sensual fantasies of what might be tumbling through her head as she considered making Shego read those entries as a possibility for the next… encouragement, she gave the pale beauty—though she was sure Shego would call it something far less… kind.

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July 20, Wednesday, Late Evening

Shego gave a throaty, muffled moan as Kim kissed her again, the redhead’s silky lips caressing hers with a sublime combination of soft, gentle sensuality and simmering, carnal intensity, her hunger an ever-present edge to the stroking, tugging exchange that kept it enticingly shy of rough, and something Shego had long since given herself over to, lost in the heady heat of the sultry interplay near completely.

It had all started simply enough, with her and Kim just sitting on the couch watching TV, but then the teenager had curled up closer to her, pressing against her warmly and tilting her head slightly, just shy of resting it on her shoulder. After that Kim had begun idly running her fingertips along Shego’s forearm and the back of her hand, tracing shivering little lines of sensation across the soft tea-green skin. When Shego looked over to her a few moments later, the redhead said nothing. What she did do was tilt her head back so she could look up and meet those dark green eyes with her own bright fern-green ones for several long moments, gazing deep as she kept stroking the other woman’s arm. Then she’d craned her neck and stretched a little higher, closing the last few inches that separated them and brushing Shego’s lips with her own.

From there it swelled and flowed like a river running downhill, the brushes turning to nuzzling turning to soft kisses turning to two mouths pressed together continuously, supple lips working each other with a soft but ever-growing passion, as if the kiss they’d shared in the kitchen earlier today had dispelled the unspoken reserve they’d maintained up until this point, leaving behind only the wellspring of desire it had previously capped.

Even though excitement continued to build for both women, breathing quickening and heat spreading across their bodies in a warm flush, breathy pants and crooning moans, groans, and purrs rising more and more often from entranced throats in accompaniment to the sensual ballet of smooth black lips on soft pink ones, they each barely moved, merely twisting toward one another slightly for comfort while Kim entwined the fingers of her right hand with Shego’s left, the bare flesh of their inner forearms the only other point of contact as they kept working their mouths against each other’s and nothing more, as if locked in the moment and unable to do anything else—or perhaps unwilling to risk anything that might break the spell that had come over them. As a result, it came as quite a shock to Shego when the TV, which had previously been forgotten in the background, managed to catch her attention again with the loud introduction of a new show coming on, and she realized it was nearly ten o’clock—which, although she wasn’t entirely sure when they’d started, meant that well over an hour had gone by, if not two.

“Mhp— hang… on…” Shego managed to get out between kisses, forcing herself to break away from Kim with a sheer act of will a few moments later.

“What?” Kim was equally confused and disappointed.

“Shit, it really is ten o’clock.” Shego said after glancing at the DVD player, turning back to Kim with a look that was mostly surprise, along with a little disappointment of her own.

“So?”

With a regretful sigh, Shego pulled back even further. “So it’s bedtime so.” Now that she wasn’t distracted—and now that her excitement was ebbing—Shego realized she was actually a little sleepy. “I doubt you want me yawning in your face, like, literally. Not very flattering…” A moment later Shego giggled. “Or maybe you do, given I just realized we didn’t use any tongue there once.” Shego laughed outright at that, adding; “Oh wow, I haven’t done that since high school…”

“What, kissed a girl?” Kim teased as she sat back as well.

“No, kissed a girl for hours without trying to jam my tongue down her throat—or her me, as the case might be.” Shego chuckled while picking up the remote and turning off the TV, rising from the couch a moment later. “Jeez, we didn’t even have any busy hands…” Shego laughed again.

“Well if you want, I can certainly oblige on both counts.” Kim rose from the couch as well, her eyes shimmering and one eyebrow rising ever so faintly while she licked her lips with the tip of her tongue. “Maybe upstairs? In your bed? Naked?”

Shego snorted and shook her head, tossing the remote on the couch. “Down girl. You might have me running a little hotter than usual, but it’s still too soon to be trying that. Besides—” Shego broke off with a yawn, “I’m not joking about being tired, and I’m pretty sure you’d kick me if I fell asleep during that—and if not you, I’m sure as hell sure I’d kick myself the next morning. No way am I fucking missing my first time… well, fucking, because I fell asleep during it. That… would be way too lame for words.”

Following along behind Shego as the older woman set out for the main hall, Kim laughed, dryly stating; “Yeah, I think we’d have some serious problems if that happened.” Her voice shifted to playfully sly as she added; “Not that I really think it could. You’d have to be on horse tranquilizers to fall asleep on me once I get going.”

Shego snorted again, laughter in her voice as she responded; “Oh-ho, someone’s got an ‘I can do anything’ sized ego on her it seems. God’s gift to women are we Kimmie?”

“Well, I don’t know if I’d go that far,” Kim replied coyly, “but I guess you’ll just have to wait and see since you’re so tired and all…”

“Heh heh… good try Pumpkin, but reverse psychology isn’t going to work on me. At least not tonight.” Shego paused for a step, letting Kim catch up with her before putting an arm around the redhead’s shoulders and giving her a quick squeeze, continuing on with her arm casually remaining in place as she added; “But I will admit, you are an awfully good kisser.”

“Well I’ve had lots and lots of practice…” The Cheshire grin that accompanied Kim’s matter-of-fact statement was anything but wholesome, and Shego laughed as they ascended the stairs.

When the pair reached the door leading to Kim’s suite, Shego leaned in and gave the redhead a quick kiss, withdrawing before the teenager could turn it into more, as the older woman was sure she would.

“G’nite Kimmie; sleep tight…” Shego’s wry, lopsided grin carried just a hint of good-natured teasing to it.

“Nite Shego.” Kim grinned back warmly, more amused than anything else.

Shego headed off to her suite, still smiling all the way through changing and climbing into bed, where she drifted off to sleep relatively quickly.

Meanwhile, Kim’s grin lasted a considerably shorter time, though not her mellow good mood; that remained throughout the entire two or three hours it took to tire herself out enough for sleep—which surprisingly did not include any excessive self-indulgences of the pleasuring kind, despite her having spent so long locking lips with Shego earlier. For some reason the extended make-out session had left her feeling more relaxed and happy than anything else, so she only masturbated for her usual hour or so after exercising, before washing up and heading off to bed, where sleep claimed her fairly quickly.

However, whereas Kim’s conscious thoughts were untroubled by an increase in libido, her dreams were not—most definitely not. As a result, despite not really remembering them, Kim woke up noticeably more horny than usual. The next three hours spent sweating and straining and heaving and panting and sparring and rolling around on the mats with every firm, curvy, sleek, rippling inch of Shego certainly did not improve matters, so the minute they finished cleaning up after breakfast, Kim shot up to her suite with visions of sweat-slick tea-green flesh burning through her mind’s eye, feeling as though she were about to burst. Unfortunately, when she arrived, she discovered an unexpected roadblock in the dusky, raven-haired form of Nereza, who was in the process of cleaning the main room of Kim’s suite.

“Scusi madam…” the girl struggled in the little English she had upon noticing Kim’s sudden entrance by the door, the thick mass of her long, curly locks gently swaying back and forth as she turned her head in wide-eyed surprise. “I am… just… how you say? Done close to here? Finish soon, yes? Instead I can go now?”

It took Kim a few seconds to muddle through the last bit, but once she did she quickly shook her head, waving the girl back to work while replying almost apologetically; “No, no; you keep on doing what you’re doing…”

Nereza offered a shy nod and slightly hesitant smile, returning to her vacuuming a moment later, when she was fairly sure Kim did indeed want her to finish.

For her part, Kim immediately proceeded to the bedroom, where she shucked off her shoes and grabbed a bathrobe before turning around and heading straight for the shower. On the way however, she was forced to pause while Nereza finished up the area directly in front of the door to the bathroom. As the slim Italian girl worked, Kim found her lusty thoughts wandering, and before she knew it, daydreams of Shego were replaced by what was right before her eyes.

Mmmm… y’know, that’s pretty nice… Kim thought to herself as she watched the dark girl’s not-quite-as-slender-as-she’d-thought hips shift beneath her twisting, narrow waist, smiling softly at the occasional glimpse of the underside swell of one of Nereza’s young breasts as the girl worked the vacuum back and forth. I wonder if she’s really as shy as she seems? And whether or not I could… overcome, that little problem if she is… I’m sure it’d be fun to try—even more fun if I’m right…

Kim had already taken a step forward before she realized what she was doing, a decidedly… unchaste, cast to her smiling features to say the least. A second later she froze in place, the wanton expression sliding off her face in shock.

What the hell are you doing?

The stunned thought shot through her like lightning, and the moment she recovered, Kim turned away from Nereza and practically ran into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her and securing it firmly before turning and taking a long look at herself in the mirror, leaning forward on both arms as she stared deep into her own eyes with demanding intensity.

What the hell is wrong with you? You haven’t gotten laid in a while so you’re going to put the moves on some innocent little Italian peasant girl? Really? Not to mention the fact that aside from it being totally cliché to hit on the maid, I’m sure Shego would take it so well if she found out you were trying to bang her staff…

Kim looked down at the sink for a moment, shaking her head vehemently before looking up again.

Ok, so it’s been nearly twenty-eight days since you’ve had sex with someone other than yourself, and you’ve spent the last eleven of those days with someone you want to fuck so bad you can taste it, but seriously, get a fucking hold of yourself girl!

The fact that she knew the time she’d “gone without” in exact days was not lost on Kim, nor was the way she’d channeled the firm, no-nonsense voice of Monique right at the end of her frustrated, chastising thought.

Kim took a deep, cleansing breath and held it for a long three-count before slowly releasing the air in her lungs.

Now, just calm down and let it go, ok? This is so not the drama unless you make it, so just don’t.

Despite her straightforward intention, Kim discovered that all the determination in the world didn’t make one bit of difference if your subconscious wasn’t on the same page as you, as, more or less the very moment she got into the hot, streaming water of her shower and started washing, the fantasies previously running through her head returned in force, far more elaborate and encompassing than before, with images and daydreams of Shego and now Nereza competing with one another while she tried her level best to push the stray thoughts out of her head—and while she tried her best to ignore the continuing, aching need demanding she do something about her still-growing state of excitement. Something she refused to consider given she was convinced going down that path would lead to some very loud utterances on her part, utterances she wasn’t about to risk Nereza overhearing if the girl were to be nearby with the vacuum off at the wrong moment.

Of course, that thought sent her imagination skipping off in a completely new direction, with the dark-haired Italian girl—now conveniently clad in an impractically scanty French maid outfit—somehow entering the bathroom despite the locked door, asking if anything was the matter, only to see what Kim was doing shortly thereafter. From there, the fantasy branched off in several different directions, ranging from Kim’s mortification leading to something else entirely as Nereza’s shy persona evaporated in a sultry offer to “assist” the redhead with her “little problem,” to the reverse, with Kim continuing what she was doing while aggressively approaching the wide-eyed girl and enlisting her aid just shy of forcibly. It didn’t help at all when the scenarios evolved further, with Shego suddenly entering while the two were in flagrante, only to react loudly and violently, the resultant fight—either with Shego going for Kim directly, or the redhead needing to step in and defend Nereza from her irate employer—quickly degenerating (evolving?) into something of a far more carnal nature while Nereza looked on voyeuristically, energetically satisfying herself as she did. The twists where Shego ended up joining in with the both of them were even worse—or better, depending on the point of view.

Eventually it got to the point where Kim had no choice but to reach out and turn down the hot water near completely, hoping the frigid spray would snap her out of the completely hot yet completely unwanted downward spiral of debauched imagery. Even so, the shock wasn’t enough to dampen her ardor completely, and Kim ground her teeth together in frustration, half whining, half growling as she tried to ignore the insistent itch coming from her rigid nipples, tight, tingling breasts, and stiff, softly aching little clitty while she finished washing.

In the end, Kim clenched her jaw tightly and sent her soft, if chilly, washcloth down between her legs, almost desperately seeking to relieve the tension as she stroked herself hard and fast, the rapid, sharp, streaking bolts of sensation she was eliciting from her most sensitive areas bordering on painful. Nevertheless, it was only a matter of moments until her hungry, fantasy-fueled flesh delivered her to orgasm, with thundering waves of pleasure hammering through her so strong and sudden she gasped in surprise, one arm shooting out to support herself as her whole body contracted and quivered with every thrashing, spastic jerk of her hips.

“Damn… that was… impressive…” Kim panted a minute or so later, shivering more from the cold now than pleasure.

From there things went fairly quickly, with the sudden release and chill waters finally allowing Kim to regain control of herself to the point she was able to banish her lascivious thoughts near completely. By the time she left the bathroom—with Nereza thankfully nowhere in sight—Kim was back to her usual self. That managed to last all through the day, until, yet again, the redhead found herself sitting next to Shego on the couch after supper—only this time, Kim was running her hand over the smooth black cotton covering Shego’s firm, warm thigh, tracing the faint hint of definition that existed between the individual muscles despite the leg’s relaxed state.

“So ahhh… can I assume you…” Shego licked her lips, “want, something by the way you keep creeping in and higher with your hand there?”

At the sound of the older woman’s slightly languid, suggestive voice, Kim looked up to meet Shego’s gaze and suddenly, it was as if the intervening time since her cold shower this morning had never happened, her forgotten desire surging up like a hot, boiling geyser, warming her entire body with its steamy heat. Just as suddenly, Kim was acting without thought, rising and twisting around all in one smooth motion to straddle Shego’s lap, sliding her hands up the pale beauty’s silky neck to bury her fingers deep in Shego’s thick mane as she grasped the sides of her head assertively, tilting it back while lunging forward to claim her full, black-painted lips with her own, the intensity of the hungry, demanding kiss just shy of feverish.

For her part, Shego barely had time for a quick, fleeting thought something akin to “holy crap” before any further coherent thinking was blasted right out of her head by Kim’s hot, firm, yet so soft lips pressing and tugging and gently sucking on hers. In mere moments, Shego’s instincts, if not necessarily her wits, recovered, and she grabbed the teenager’s trim waist with both hands, pulling her in closer while squeezing the firmly muscled hollow of the small of her back with long, strong fingers. Kim grunted and moaned all at once, the sounds blending together in a single throaty, primal utterance, and unlike last night, when Shego responded in kind, her lips parting ever so slightly with the exhalation of breath, Kim immediately pounced on the opening, driving her hot, slick pink tongue deep into Shego’s mouth without hesitation, the aggressive invader seeking out its velvety counterpart and sliding across its length in a curling, sinuous dance of erotic sensation.

Shego inhaled deeply, filling her lungs with air as she recovered from her surprise and met Kim’s sleek length of velvety muscle with her own rearing tongue, strong and long and supple; stroking, sliding, and slippery as it entwined its partner until they circled around one another like a pair of mating snakes, probing, thrusting, and gliding while they danced back and forth across the joined border of smooth pink and black lips, hot, gently sucking kisses sealing away the interplay from the world around it while the sultry exchange shifted in and out of each woman’s hungry mouth in turn.

As the endless, heated kissing deepened and grew even more intense, Kim began partially curling and releasing her fingers through Shego’s hair, half massaging, half scratching her scalp in a delightfully pleasant cascade of lesser sensation, inspiring Shego to broaden the use of her own hands, sending them sliding up and down the entire satiny expanse of the redhead’s firm back, warm fingers and palms tracing and rubbing against the solid, well-muscled contours there with uninhibited abandon, while her wrists and the lengths of her thumbs stroked much more exquisite, trailing thrills from the more sensitive flesh of Kim’s equally firm flanks.

“Mph— god… you’re so… fucking… beautiful…” Kim panted a few minutes later, when she had no choice but to break off her kissing for some supplemental air, the soft, clean perfume of the other woman’s personal scent filling her nostrils as she gently rested her forehead against Shego’s, staring deeply into the pale beauty’s exotic, smoldering, dark green eyes with her own feverishly bright fern-green ones.

“I know…” Shego grinned, and Kim had to pause again, too busy laughing to kiss. “‘Course… you’re not too bad… yourself Pumpkin. You’re so… so fucking smooth and tight… god you’ve got such a hot little hardbody on you, fuck…”

Kim grinned and went back to kissing Shego, and soon the air was filled with the soft, wet sounds of oral gratification, while deep groans and throaty purrs of enjoyment rumbled out of happy throats. And that wasn’t all that was happy now either, as both women were more than aware of how their increasingly stiff nipples were starting to dig into the soft, warm flesh of each other’s tightening breasts, the thin material of their shirts an all but nonexistent barrier between the firm mounds pressing tightly against one another. That awareness grew even greater as Kim started sporadically rubbing her smaller, slightly firmer breasts across Shego’s bigger, fuller ones, sharp, shooting thrills coming from Kim’s long, hard shafts and Shego’s smaller, delicate, but equally achingly hard buds alike, centered in a softer wash of lesser sensation from the taut, sensitive, silky skin all around them.

Shego arched her back slightly as pleasure rolled through her on multiple fronts, her hands rubbing and massaging Kim’s sleek back with passionate vigor now. A few moments later Kim trailed her right hand down Shego’s arm while keeping her left firmly grasping the back of Shego’s neck, her warm, gently undulating fingers working the muscles there with deliciously firm pressure. When Kim reached the swell of the older woman’s forearm, she gave a gentle tug, and Shego lowered her arm so that the redhead could continue running her hand down those shapely, well-defined muscles until she came to Shego’s wrist, whereupon she trapped it in a loose grasp and lightly but insistently guided the other woman’s hand even lower, until it was resting squarely in the center of the sharp curve of her tight, sexy ass.

Upon her hand’s arrival at its new destination, Shego gave a trilling murmur that was equal parts delight and inquisitive surprise, and Kim moved her hand over the top of the other woman’s, pressing it against the firm swell of enticing muscle encouragingly.

“That’s what you like… isn’t it?” Kim interspaced between continuing, deeply delving tongue kisses, the hot, damp breath of her pants washing over Shego’s smooth cheeks. “Yeah… I’ve seen you… watching me in the… gym. C’mon Shego… take it… just like you want…”

Before Kim even finished, Shego was already complying, fanning open her fingers and then grasping the curving mass of perfectly toned muscle firmly, purring into Kim’s mouth blissfully as she did. It only took a second before Shego dropped her other hand to the other side of Kim’s ass, wrapping her fingers around the second sublime swell before enthusiastically clutching and massaging both taut mounds in eager, rhythmic unison.

“Mm’fuck yeah… love that… perfect little cheerleader ass of yours…” Shego panted back between bouts of oral delight, reveling in the wonderful feel of Kim’s tight butt in her greedy grasp. “God it’s so… perfect! Always… wanted a… perfect… tight… sexy little ass… like that… instead of the… great big one… I’m saddled with!”

“Fuck off Shego…” Kim growled into the other woman’s mouth as she seized her neck with both hands, pulling her head up in a dominating grip and kissing her aggressively, near savagely. “I love your… hot fucking ass… I have… dreams about fucking that big… beautiful ass of yours… just… pounding the shit out of it until… my hips are aching and sore… yeah, slamming up against that awesome ass over and over and over until we…” Kim began rocking her hips forward sharply, punctuating her fierce, driving utterances with each flexing thrust of her ass, “come… and come… and come… until we can’t even move… just fucking collapsing… all slick and limp and sweaty and twitching as we keep coming… and coming… and coming!”

Shego’s body temperature spiked a full degree or more as a hot, sweltering flush surged across her body at Kim’s fervent declaration, seeming to wash out from everywhere at once; the pit of her quivering tummy; the tight, aching mounds of her breasts; the mouth and tongue that were so engaged by the teenager’s own hot, sweet, sweet mouth; the palms of her hands as she felt Kim’s perfect ass flexing and releasing exquisitely beneath them; and the depths of her suddenly throbbing, pulsing, painfully erect clit and rapidly moistening pussy. Her heartbeat and breathing quickened noticeably, breath echoing and pulse pounding in her ears, and she felt energized, almost feverish, her head swimming slightly in a way she’d never previously experienced—but before she could do or say anything, Kim took her to yet another wholly new place.

Shego felt the focus of the redhead’s sultry mouth shift subtly as it continued working against hers enthusiastically, and after a moment, she had the fleeting thought that it almost seemed like the girl was trying to suck her tongue right out of her head. A second later Shego was surprised to find that that was exactly what Kim was doing, as, with the older woman’s unconscious compliance to her oral cues, the teenager worked the full length of Shego’s extraordinarily long tongue out from between her soft black lips, before wrapping her own lighter ones around the velvety soft length of pliant muscle, drawing it into her mouth with firm, insistent sucking. In mere moments, Kim was working nearly the whole span of Shego’s tongue in and out of her mouth, sucking and releasing and sucking again while her silky lips and the slick insides of her mouth surrounded it firmly, gliding up and down the length of soft, pink flesh while drawing cascades of gentle delight from it with every bobbing stroke.

Jesus! Fuck! She’s fucking fucking my tongue with her mouth! I can’t… can’t fucking believe… Shego gave a long, gurgling groan of liquid pleasure, unable to continue the thought as she cracked her jaw wider and surrendered herself to the sensation completely, her eyelids fluttering ever so slightly as she did. She would have sunk down into the couch were it not for the firm grip Kim kept on her neck, the girl’s hot, strong hands holding her fixed in place.

Even so, Shego wasn’t overcome for long, due in good part to the delicious feeling of Kim’s tight ass flexing and releasing beneath her hands as the redhead continued rocking her hips forward sporadically. The sensation of those twin mounds of firm muscle undulating with every languorous thrust, rolling up tight with the sides concaving exquisitely, then rolling back and filling out… it called to Shego’s instincts, hot and primal, rousing her passion and hunger with every wave. By the time Kim had to break off for more air, Shego was back to herself fully—well, somewhat fully anyway. As fully as she could be with her head fogged by passion and waves of continuing erotic sensation.

“What… the fuck… was that?” Shego panted heavily.

“Just a little… trick… I picked up.” Kim grinned, self-satisfied amusement in her tone.

“Well that’s… some trick.” Shego grinned back, kissing Kim deeply. Then her voice shifted to eager excitement as she added; “Lemme try!”

Kim smirked, licking her lips enticingly. “I was hoping you’d… say that.”

Shego wasted no further time, craning her neck a little higher to give Kim a more traditional open-mouth kiss to start, their tongues intertwining with one another for several moments before she pulled Kim’s hot, slick velvet snake out from between the girl’s parted lips and into her own mouth, caressing it with her warm, silky black lips. It took Shego a minute or two to get the suction right—not too soft to lose control of Kim’s slippery little tongue, and not too hard to elicit any sharp, if muffled, cries of protest from the redhead—but eventually, the pale beauty figured it out, and soon she was enthusiastically suckling the pretty pink length of pliant muscle like a faun at her mother’s teat, to the great delight of both her and Kim.

Mmmm… how can it feel even better doing it than having it done? Shego wondered with idle, languorous indulgence, before letting the thought slip away, unconcerned with the answer, only the fact that it was true.

Once Shego got the hang of what she was doing, Kim released her grip on the pale beauty’s neck and began stroking it instead, before broadening the path of her gentle tracings to include the smooth expanses of Shego’s shapely, strong shoulders and upper arms. While she did, the pair began alternating their bobbing, sucking attentions to each other’s tongues back and forth between bouts of kissing and hot, heavy panting for much needed air, their breath and pulse quickened, racing from the pleasure and passion evoked by the cycles of extensive mouth-fucking they were treating each other to—for that was the only way Shego could think of it; that as much as was possible, what they were doing was fucking each other with their mouths.

Even so, despite the sheer, heated gratification Kim was experiencing, it wasn’t enough to satisfy her deeper hunger for Shego; the need that cried out from her core, primal and strong, demanding satisfaction, demanding more, demanding all that could be taken and given. It was that deeper need that drove her on a few minutes later, seeking fulfillment for her primal desire, sending her hot right hand up under Shego’s shirt and then down her taut, firm stomach, pushing past her waistband and down even further, just as she’d done weeks before.

“Oh god I want you… I want you so much!”

The fiercely panted declaration came as Kim felt her fingers slide past Shego’s satiny smooth groin—somewhere, in the back of the teenager’s passion-fueled mind, part of Kim was pleased and warmly touched by the discovery that Shego had removed the last of her hair for her—to find the feverish heat waiting for her between the pale beauty’s firm thighs, just as she knew it would be, hot and wet and ready for her, crowned by a finger-thick firmness that caressed her palm even as it continued growing harder and more prominent at her touch.

For the span of several thundering heartbeats, Shego hovered on the brink, the feel of those hot, seeking fingers caressing her most intimate of places calling to her instincts with their demanding presence, pulling her hips forward as she flexed her hamstrings and ass without conscious thought, rocking up to press her aching, singing heat more firmly against Kim’s touch. For an eternity Shego hovered… poised on the brink… For an instant she quivered like an arrow drawn and ready for flight… For one brief, shining moment in time, she teetered on the edge of a plunging abyss to the unknown… And then… it all came crashing down.

Sinister and cold, other, unwanted instincts reared up from the pit of her stomach and out of the dark corners of her mind, quenching her ardor with their uncomfortable whispers, their slithering uneasiness, their weighty doubts and fears, all venomous and icy and unsettling. As quick as that, the gates slammed shut, the wall stood firm, and warm, glorious day turned to cold, austere night.

“No… wait… I’m not… I don’t…” Shego’s hips retreated the little they could and she pulled her legs together, incongruously trapping Kim’s hand between her firm thighs, but certainly getting the ardent redhead’s attention at the very least.

“What’s the matter Shego?” Kim gazed at the older woman with smoldering fern-green eyes, her voice low and throaty and enticing as she licked her lips and continued; “I know you want this… I can feel it…”

Again Shego felt a quivering echo from deep insider her, before her aching, heated body screamed out betrayal as the familiar, deep-seated, and oh so despised fears and reservations coiled around her passion, choking it off as they dragged her back into the shadows of hesitancy and unease that were normally so alien to her.

“I do. I do… but… not yet. I’m not… not ready yet Kimmie. I’m just… not ready yet…” The conflicted torment in Shego’s voice was plain to hear.

Kim gave a whining sigh and rested her forehead against Shego’s, closing her eyes and taking several deep breaths before reluctantly pulling her hand out from between Shego’s legs, mourning the loss of that hard point of firm contact and hot, wet softness alike as it all slipped away from her touch.

“All right… ok. If you’re not ready, you’re not ready.” Kim lamented grudgingly, before pulling back and looking into Shego’s dark green eyes with complete sincerity as she added; “I just wish y—gaahh!”

Both Kim and Shego jerked in surprise as the sound of Kim’s Kimmunicator split the previously quiet air with its insistent, unexpected, and seemingly strident chirp. A second later they both laughed at their reactions, and Kim pulled even further back from Shego, grinning as she said; “Well, it looks like you’re saved by the bell anyway.”

Shego smirked in return, responding; “Hey, it could have been a lot worse; I could have said yes, in which case you’d be trying to head off a homicide right now.”

“More likely I’d be helping you commit one.” Kim joked as she got up from Shego’s lap and sought out her still chirping Kimmunicator, though there was just a hint of seriousness to her quip that had Shego chuckling all the harder for it.

After combing her fingers through her somewhat disheveled hair a few times, Kim finally answered her Kimmunicator with a chipper; “Hey Wade, what’s up?”

“We’ve got a situation here in Middleton Kim, and the authorities are probably going to need your help with it.” Wade got right to the point.

“What’s the sitch?” Kim immediate shifted to mission mode, her tone firm and intent.

“Well, in the last twenty-four hours there’ve been three bank robberies, one in each of the tri-city areas, and I’m fairly certain they were just test runs for something bigger; either a federal gold reserve shipment that’s coming through town in about five hours, or worse, an attempt on an experimental weapons project at the Fort Paragon military base outside of town.”

“Ok, that’s not good,” Kim responded, knowing Wade’s “fairly certain” was as good as anyone else’s “sure.” Of course, she also knew that a few bank robberies and the potential for even worse wasn’t exactly the sort of thing she was called in on nowadays—at least, not on their own, prompting her to the leading questions; “But even so, why exactly is this ‘Kim-worthy’ when I’m an ocean and a continent away? Can’t you just alert the authorities and Fort Paragon about the risk?”

“As far as I can tell, given the reports and the security footage recovered from the crime scenes, one or more robbers was invisible while the crimes were being committed, and another one apparently walked through the vault door instead of opening it. That sound ‘Kim-worthy’ enough for you?”

Kim blinked once at the not entirely unwarranted air of smugness about Wade’s tone and grin, then gave a rueful smile and responded; “Oh-kay, y’got me there; that does indeed sound like something I should be dealing with.”

“I thought you’d see it that way.” Wade finally dropped the self-satisfied tone for a more straightforward one as he continued; “Now, I’ve got your rides all lined up, but you’ll need to be at the airstrip in the next forty-five minutes in order to keep everything on schedule. Ron’ll meet up with you in New York City, where you’ll both transfer to the final flight back home. If everything stays on track, you should get here with about an hour to spare before whatever happens happens. Oh, and bring your jetpack backpack and rocket skates too, so you’ll be able to get to wherever they end up at in time to do something about them while they’re still there.”

“Can do Wade; talk to you later.” Kim answered before ending the call and turning to Shego. “Well, looks like I’m off. I’ll probably stay over at my parents’ for the night while I’m there, just to visit, so I guess we’ll need to reschedule our plans for tomorrow.”

Shego stood up, an indulgent smile on her black-painted lips. “No problem Pumpkin. We’ve got nothing lined up that can’t be pushed back a day or two.”

Kim gave a grateful smile and nodded. “Good… one less reason for me to work my frustrations out on these guys at least.”

“Oh really?” Shego smirked, raising one eyebrow as she stepped closer to Kim. “Not very ‘heroic’ of you to pound the snot out of some poor little thieves just because you’re… frustrated, now is it?”

“Yeah right, like you’ve never done that before…” Kim murmured before looking up to meet Shego’s gaze with a wry grin, continuing in a louder tone; “If they give up they give up, but if they fight, there’s nothing wrong with getting a little something out of it besides just taking them down, right? It’s not like I’m going to go out of my way to fight them or anything, just that if it comes to that, a little therapeutic venting while I’m at it can’t hurt.”

Shego grinned, leaning in to give Kim a long, warm kiss. “Well then, ‘vent’ a few of them for me too Hero Girl. I mean, if it comes to that…”

Kim snorted softly and gave Shego a quick kiss in return, before heading for the door with a sly grin gracing her lips, laughter in her voice as she cheerfully tossed off; “Oh I will.”

Kim made her way back to her suite in close to record time, figuring that if she got everything ready to go right away, she just might have fifteen, maybe even twenty minutes to… relieve, some of her frustrations once or twice before she left. To her surprise—and increased frustration, just of a wholly different type—she found she was in such an excited state she was able to “relive” herself three times before she had to leave, rushing all the way, and she was fairly certain she could have “relived” herself another five or six times before her heated stroking, circling, thrusting attentions finally started coming up dry, so to speak. Needless to say, things did not go well for her adversaries when she faced them down on the gold reserve train six hours later. Not well at all.

The next night, Kim was a little nervous when she and Shego settled down after dinner, worried that their earlier argument over her reading Shego’s financial papers would put the breaks on the… well, she wasn’t entirely sure she’d call it progress per se, but it was progress-like at the very least, they’d made so far. The fact that they were in Shego’s suite instead of the downstairs living room had her a little off balance as well, unsure of what the change in venue meant, if anything.

Even so, she needn’t have worried, as it was only a little while before Shego turned to her and asked; “So ahhh… you planning on staying all the way over there for the rest of the night?”

“Not really… I was just worried you might still be upset, and I didn’t want to annoy you or anything…” The instant the words passed her lips Kim bit her tongue, but it was far too late.

Stupid, stupid! Why’d you have go and remind her of it? The anxious teenager thought to herself furiously, bracing for the worst.

Fortunately, the worst never came. Instead, Shego licked her lips and gave a lopsided, wry smile, her dark eyes filled with warm amusement as she studied Kim for a long, silent moment. Then she closed the distance between the two of them, adjusting her position on the overstuffed couch as she settled down again, one arm draping across the back of it while she leaned against the cushions cozily.

“Princess, if I was still upset, you’d know it.” Shego’s grin became an outright smirk as she leaned in closer, her right hand rising to slide behind Kim’s neck and hold it with a warm, firm grip. “Now, if all you wanna do is watch some TV, that’s fine, but if not, stop overthinking things and kiss me already.”

Kim didn’t need to be told twice, leaning in with a smile to meet Shego’s full black lips with her own lighter ones. The kiss started out soft and sweet, but soon it deepened as Shego parted Kim’s lips with her long, agile tongue, invading the girl’s mouth with a hot, seeking intensity that was immediately met by Kim’s own rising excitement and equally agile velvet serpent. In nearly the blink of an eye, all semblance of soft and sweet gave way to steamy hunger and passion, as the two began exploring each other’s mouths with smoldering vigor.

Within a mere handful of minutes both women were breathing hot and heavy, moist pants rolling across the soft skin of their faces and necks while heated blood pumped through their veins, its feverish warmth suffusing their entire bodies as it was driven on by the strong, steady thunder of two hearts racing ever faster with each passing moment. Their hands roamed across each other’s bodies, pulling them close enough that breasts tipped with hard, obvious points of erect excitement began pressing and rubbing against one another in a cascade of shivering delight. Shego purred into Kim’s mouth with unbridled enjoyment, unconsciously arching her back so that her breasts pushed forward even more, and Kim reacted in kind, though her subtle rubbing was anything but unconscious as she stroked her now rock hard nipples across Shego’s soft mounds with feline ecstasy.

Shego’s right hand traveled down Kim’s side to grasp and stroke the solid, smooth flesh of her strong side and back, where it lay exposed by the teenager’s tight belly shirt, while at the same time, her left hand took up duty on that warm neck, gently massaging the firm muscle there while pulling the girl into her passionate, deep tongue kisses, aggressive and insistent even as it was soft and guiding, the perfect blend of assertive femininity.

Kim purred again, her tongue dancing slick and hot with its partner while she ran her hand down to the taut, sharply curved mound of divine muscle behind Shego’s hip, zealously grasping that beautiful buttock she’d watched for so many days now, her widespread fingers clutching and releasing supple, solid flesh with greedy abandon, before pausing a moment to travel down lower, pulling Shego’s big, curvy thigh and calf up until her folded leg was all but draped across the redhead’s own hip and thigh, stroking and squeezing the curvy length of that delicious limb through the soft black cotton covering it, but always returning to the sweet curve of Shego’s ass with amorous insistence.

“Mmmm’yeah… that’s it… give me that beautiful ass… god it’s just the way I thought it would be… so… fuckin’ hot!” Kim panted between kisses, and once more the redhead’s passion-fueled words alone were enough to send Shego’s excitement rising higher, even as the ardent redhead’s actual touch stroked and kneaded sultry, sensual arousal from her heated flesh everywhere it went.

Despite the lesser victory of getting her hands—or hand at least—on Shego’s exquisite ass, that enchanting diversion only satisfied Kim for a handful of minutes before her true, deeper hunger started demanding more, and soon Kim had her hand under Shego’s shirt again, her hot fingers and palms sliding across flat, taut muscle as she lightly massaged the pale beauty’s tight waist and stroked the gentle swells of her smooth stomach, prompting a pause in their heated exchange as Shego broke off to pant; “Hang— hang on a minute… what are you—”

Kim grinned as she cut Shego off, her breathy voice sly and playful; “Don’t worry… there are other… ways to go… besides down…”

A moment later the eager redhead proved her point, as she ran her hand up the silky path between Shego’s hip and breast, the warm bowl of her palm lifting the firm, full, oh so soft curving swell of that mound while strong, gentle fingers closed around it with just a hint of vigorous insistence to them. Shego felt a streak of sharp, electric sensation shoot through her as the girl’s fingers and upper palm grazed the small, hard nub of her erect nipple where it was trapped behind the sheer, midnight-green silk of her bra, before the light, entrapping grasp set the whole of her sensitive mound to tingling in eager anticipation of what was hinted to come.

“That is of course… unless it’s too soon for this too.” Kim rumbled deep in her throat, licking her smirking lips with wanton desire as she stared deep into Shego’s dark green eyes, as if daring her to refuse.

“N-no, I don’t think… think that’s a prrrroblem…” Shego broke off in a crooning groan as Kim closed her hand, lightly but insistently squeezing the supple breast trapped within her ardent grasp. A moment later the girl thrust her tongue deep into Shego’s open mouth in a hot, wet kiss, muffling the pale beauty’s enraptured moans as she began flexing and releasing her fingers in a relentless, rhythmic undulation, her own pleased purrs mixing with Shego’s in a harmony of carnal enjoyment.

If Shego thought the first jolt of sensation from her nipple had been intense, it was nothing compared to the steady waves of pleasure Kim’s skilled hand was working out of not only that rigid point of singing ecstasy, but also every inch of firm, sensitive flesh being kneaded again and again and again in a never-ending cascade of lesser but no less enjoyable delight.

Shego wasn’t overwhelmed for long however, as the growing stream of pleasure aroused her passion and hunger to new heights, and soon her instincts were driving her to imitate the teenager’s ardent attentions, as Kim’s pert, nubile young breasts called to her—all the more so with the long shafts of Kim’s erect nipples tenting the fabric of her tight shirt prominently. Unfortunately, intent didn’t quite meet execution, as their respective positions and that selfsame tight, oh so revealing shirt worked to foil Shego’s questing fingers, reducing her to an uncharacteristic clumsy fumbling as she sought access to the soft skin beneath the pale blue fabric, past the dark, bordering hem that confounded her so.

“Hang on…” Kim said as she broke off from kissing Shego, the hot attentions of her hand withdrawing from the pale beauty’s breast as she pulled back some, pulling her arm out from under Shego’s shirt as she did.

“What—” Shego got no further with her puzzled question, the words falling away and her eyes widening as Kim crossed her arms over her chest and stripped off her shirt without even an instant’s hesitation or pause, the long strands of her hair cascading back down into place like a dark red waterfall.

“There you go…” Kim grinned as she casually tossed her shirt over her shoulder. A moment later one of her eyebrows rose slightly at Shego’s ongoing silence and somewhat wide-eyed expression, and her grin shifted to a wry smirk as she flippantly asked; “What? Something wrong?”

Shego gave her head a sharp little shake as she came back to herself, hastily responding; “No, no… definitely nothing… wrong…”

Far from it, aside from the shock of Kim’s sudden, eminently casual and confident disrobing. Although Shego had seen the redhead practically naked for days now, thanks to the skintight cotton shorts and outerwear sports bras the teenager wore while they were working out, “practically” was still a far cry from “actually,” and Shego was most definitely captivated by the “actually” that was now before her.

Kim’s small breasts were everything Shego had expected, only more so. Framed by the girl’s solid, well-defined, muscularly slender arms, broad, shapely shoulders, and the taut, rolling swells of her washboard abs and sides, they rose pert and proud from the firm backing of her strong chest, flowing out of the lines of muscle in an impossibly perfect expression of sharp, exquisite curves, the lightly tanned mounds tipped by darker brown, tightly defined areolas and two of the longest nipples Shego had ever seen. Kim was just so compact and sporty and tight and sleek and enticingly curvy; a perfect expression of athletic, nubile youth and feminine curves, like some lean, sensual, red-maned lioness at rest—and so unbelievably, incredibly, perfectly hot that it quickened Shego’s breathing and heartbeat, sent a soft flush of heat racing through her, and set her mouth to salivating as her briefly forgotten desire raged up in her once more.

“Damn that’s pretty…” Shego’s voice was throaty and heavy, clotted with the thick burr of her yearning, and she licked her lips unconsciously, the black, full lines twisting in a soft, indulgent smile.

“I know.” Kim smirked. Then, a moment later, her expression sobered just a hair. “Of course, it took me a while to realize… would you believe I used to have some self-image issues there? But hey, enough people tell you your itty-bitty titties are hot as hell, you start thinking differently, y’know?”

Shego shook her head faintly; she honestly had no idea how anyone could possibly think Kim was anything other than unimaginably… delicious. Maybe be oblivious to the fact until they were forced to consider it, as she herself had been, but otherwise… no, she just couldn’t see it at all.

“So ahhh… any time now…” Kim’s smirk was back in full-force.

“Hunh?”

“I seem to recall you wanting under my shirt pretty bad there. Well, look: no more shirt.” Kim paused for a second, licking her lips lightly. “C’mon Shego, they won’t bite…” another pause; a deeper smirk. “Though I might if you do… unless of course, I ask you to…”

Shego blinked several times, then slowly smiled. “Yes ma’am.”

Leaning in, Shego lifted her hand eagerly and, after just an instant’s hesitation, settled her widespread grasp on the warm, silky-smooth swell of Kim’s left breast, reveling in the soft pliancy of that gloriously firm, sharply curved mound. A second later she couldn’t help giving a faint giggle when Kim’s long, stiff nipple nestled into the fork of her middle two fingers and still projected out past them noticeably.

Damn that’s long… Shego thought to herself with a grin, lightly pinching the hard shaft between her fingers as she softly squeezed Kim’s breast, gently pulling at it as the redhead purred and arched her back, pushing her chest further up into Shego’s grasp as she did. Shego’s grin shifted to an indulgent smirk at Kim’s reaction, and she relaxed her long fingers before repeating the undulating motion a few more times, a faint insistence growing in her kneading grip.

After a few long moments making Kim squirm and croon happily, Shego adjusted her technique while sliding her other hand up behind Kim’s back and leaning in to kiss her again, hot, wet, and deep. Now, instead of just kneading the sensitive flesh of the redhead’s small, pert breast, she pulled her hand back with each movement, drawing her fingers up the silky, curving slopes in an insistent motion that blended a firm stroke with an equally firm squeezing, before the deft digits closed in around the long, stiff nipple crowning the taut mound, surrounding it just enough to lightly tug at the hard shaft while it to slowly slipped free of the gentle grip, every fraction of an inch rubbed by the soft pads of Shego’s entrapping fingers sending near continuous, thrilling shivers of pleasure shooting through Kim.

Kim moaned her appreciation of Shego’s attentions into the pale beauty’s mouth as they continued kissing, her right hand stroking the length of Shego’s curvy thigh once more as she leaned back and let the older woman work, while her left rose to rub and squeeze Shego’s upper arm and shoulder, encouraging the older woman with her touch as well as throaty sounds.

Even so, it was only a little while later that Kim noticed her partner’s attentions becoming a little… peculiar. It wasn’t that she wasn’t enjoying the way Shego was fingering her long, hard nipple, but rather it was just the oddly… distracted, manner in which she was doing it. Almost… playful—and not in any sense of the erotic or teasing either…

Eventually, despite the juddering jolts of pleasure shooting through her, Kim could no longer resist breaking off kissing Shego in order to speak, a silly grin on her face and giggle in her voice as she humorously chastised; “It’s not a cat toy Shego.”

A second later Shego snorted in surprised amusement and grinned herself as she responded; “I know, but they’re just so long… and hard… and bouncy.”

Putting action to lighthearted words, Shego pulled down on the end of Kim’s nipple with a nimble finger, bending the stiff shaft before letting it slip free and snap back into position with an almost comical swiftness. The pale woman’s amused giggle infected Kim, even as the redhead shivered from the sensation that shot through her, and her amusement was plain to hear when she spoke again.

“God you’re silly sometimes… I’ll show you ‘bouncy’!”

With that, Kim surged forward, pushing against Shego until the other woman fell back onto the couch with a laughing cry of surprise, Kim following her down to lie on top of her with arms curling around Shego’s strong shoulders and hands sliding up into her thick mane, holding the sides of her head assertively while enthusiastically performing a thorough examination of Shego’s mouth and tongue with her own nimble pink serpent, their breasts pressed together tightly in a wash of soft and sharp sensations from hard nipples and firm but pliable flesh alike.

Shego gave a soft, contented hum and ran her hands down Kim’s waist, holding on to the redhead while squirming around a bit underneath her, straightening her legs somewhat and adjusting her position to one that was considerably more comfortable. Then she relaxed fully, sinking down into her overstuffed couch as the heat from Kim’s body sank down into her, her hands soon wandering up and down the teenager’s smooth back as she indulgently stroked the compact swells rising and falling there—especially those framing the enticing valley that ran the curving length of the small of Kim’s back, which she gently massaged along with the sides of her partner’s trim waist—all while they kissed with a smoldering intensity that kept growing and growing as slick, squirming tongues entwined one another and silky lips stroked and pressed and tugged with sultry abandon.

As the heat continued to rise, both sensual and literal, so too did a faint dampness rise across Kim’s back, becoming an outright sheen as it gathered in the deep line of her lower back. Both women were flushed now, their hearts pounding strong and fast in chests heaving from deep, heavy breathing that was just shy of panting, and Kim and Shego each felt a familiar, heated, crawling tingle steadily growing between their legs, crowned by a sharper, growing ache of itching stiffness that called to their deepest primal instincts.

Driven on by those instincts, it wasn’t long before Kim unconsciously rolled her hips forward in a lazily indulgent motion, a wave of harmonious pleasure washing through her and Shego alike at the rocking movement. A short while later she did it again, a little more purposefully, once more evoking the same results, and after a while, the occasional movement was repeated enough to have become a pattern, however erratic.

Soon enough, erratic gave way to steady if slow regularity, with Kim’s exquisitely rounded ass flexing and releasing in gently undulating waves as she rocked her hips down into Shego, driven on by the growing pleasure she was evoking as well as the growing firmness she felt beneath her—Shego’s slacks were far thinner than her costume, and Kim’s drawstring pants even more so than the jeans she’d been wearing weeks ago, allowing the redhead to feel the pale beauty’s stiffening clit even before it fully hardened, echoing the throbbing rigidity claiming Kim’s own, significantly smaller but no less sensitive bud. The sure knowledge of Shego’s arousal was like a drug to Kim, heating her blood and pushing her on faster and faster with each passing moment.

At first, Shego responded in kind, her powerful thighs spreading wider and her left leg curling up to bracket Kim’s hip, as well as giving her better leverage for the lifting motion of her own broad hips as she started meeting Kim lazy grind for lazy grind. Even when Kim broke off their passionate kissing to lick and suck and nuzzle at her jaw line and throat as well, that velvety soft pink tongue lapping damply at her sleek, salty flesh with sensual abandon, she still responded in kind, soft whines from the back of her throat interspacing the deeper, rumbling groans from her chest. It wasn’t until Kim’s now constant rocking, thrusting motions took on an undeniable sense of vigorous, insistent intensity that she could no longer dismiss the source of the growing waves of intense pleasure rolling through her, could no long keep the push and thrust of Kim’s hips against hers from conscious notice.

For a long, eternal moment, Shego kept going, willingly pushing back up into Kim’s riding, thrusting hips with conscious choice, her mounting pleasure and driving desire overriding anything else and letting her revel in the myriad sensations assailing her, but, like all moments, it eventually came to an end, and with that end, her treacherous subconscious turned coat on her once more, speaking from a wholly different, darker place now.

“Mmph— wait… no… I can’t….”

Shego’s halfhearted protests went unheard by Kim, as her passion-soaked mind was firmly fixated on far more primal drives, and the pale beauty was torn between the driving pleasures calling out to her with all the power of a Siren’s song, and the uneasy discomfort determined to derail her enthusiasm with its queasy, slithering presence.

“Please, Kimmie, stop… you’ve got to stop, I don’t…” Shego’s continuing protests and now weakly pushing hands still failed to disrupt the passionate redhead’s attentions, and after another long, torturous moment the pale beauty finally snapped, firmly grabbing Kim’s hips and pushing them back while her voice grew sharp and strident. “Kim, stop. I said stop!”

It was hearing Shego call her by her actual name for the first time that got through to Kim far more than the woman’s tone, suddenly tensed body, or forceful, intent shove—though those all contributed to capturing her attention as well. Eyes widening, Kim finally realized what she was doing and immediately stopped, the heat spreading across her face having far more to do with blushing shame than ardor now. Quickly pushing herself up so that she could look at Shego with wide-eyed contrition from beneath a veil of disheveled hair, Kim spoke with genuine regret.

“Oh god, Shego, I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have… I’m so sorry…”

Shego gave an abrupt sigh and relaxed her grip on Kim, letting the teenager settle back down on her while responding; “Nah, it’s ok. You just got a little carried away is all. Can’t say I really blame you.”

Despite Shego’s wry, ruefully depreciating smile and casual dismissal of the situation, Kim’s tone remained apologetic and pleading as she continued; “No, it’s not ok! I should have stopped as soon as you asked me to! I know about your… problem, and the last thing I should be doing is making it worse for you!”

“Stop beating yourself up Possible.” The bite was back in Shego’s tone, though only a little. “I’m a big girl and if I want you to stop, I can make it happen, just like I did.” Shego’s wry smile returned, and though her voice turned teasing, there was just a hint of seriousness in the undertone. “Next step would have been blasting you across the room if you still didn’t get the hint.”

After another moment spent silently staring up into Kim’s big, soulful fern-green eyes, Shego’s smile softened, as did her dark green eyes, and she gently added; “But it’s nice to know you care about more than just getting into my pants.”

Before Kim could respond, Shego craned upwards and kissed her on the lips, soft and sweet and silencing for the span of several heartbeats. When she was done, Kim found the rueful fight draining out of her.

“Well, ok then,” Kim said while crawling back from Shego and then sitting on her folded legs, staring down at the pale beauty reclining before her as she did. “But I really am sorry.”

“I know,” Shego replied nonchalantly, smiling and pulling herself up into a sitting position as well, “that’s part of what makes you you.”

After a moment’s hesitation, Kim half stood, one leg straightening to the floor while the other remained on the couch. “I should probably go…”

“What? No…” Shego was surprised, but not so much to keep her from reaching out to grab hold of Kim’s hand. “You don’t have to leave. I’ve still got an hour or so before bed; stay here with me.”

“I don’t think that’s such a good idea Shego.” Kim looked torn. “I’m not so sure I could keep my hands to myself right now, and if we start up again I might get carried away like before… so I think it’s really better if I go cool off now.”

“So, what? If I don’t put out you’re not gonna hang around? That what you’re telling me?”

“What? No! Of course not! It’s not like that at all! I just don’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything!”

Shego’s straight-faced mask crumbled before Kim’s wide-eyed stare, and she stood up while chuckling and grinning broadly, laughter in her voice as she responded; “Oh god, it’s soooo easy to put one over on you sometimes; how have you survived this long?”

Kim gaped in shock for a moment, then her eyes narrowed dangerously.

“Not funny Shego.” It was more growl than words. “Not funny at all.”

“Oh now who’s being silly?” Shego shot back with a smirk. “A few seconds ago you were all angst-ridden martyr over being a borderline date rapist, and then you flip to indignant when I take an opening to rib you on it? Really?”

Shego laughed again, and Kim fumed impotently, shaking her head in denial even as she was forced to admit Shego had a point. Taking a deep breath, Kim slowly released it while silently counting to ten, calming considerably as she did.

“You know I really hate it when you get all logic-ie and reasoning with things like that.” Kim grumbled petulantly. “It makes it really hard to stay pissed off at you.”

“Which is exactly why I do it.” Shego grinned, raising her index finger in a twirling little flourish until she was pointing at the ceiling high above. “You gotta earn your indignation around me Princess; you’re too good to get a free pass like some other people I know.”

Kim snorted and shook her head again, the last of her ire slipping away, before dryly smacking her lips a few times and answering in an equally dry, skeptical tone.

“I guess.”

“So, you still leaving?” One of Shego’s eyebrows rose with inquisitive humor.

After taking a moment to assess her current state of mind, Kim nodded hesitantly and responded; “Yeah, I think I should.”

Shego sighed, then her expression shifted to a sly smile. “Well all right then, if you’re really that hot to trot I suppose it wouldn’t be fair to force you to stay so close to all of this.”

Shego struck an overtly seductive pose, with a suggestive, if wryly teasing, raised eyebrow, and Kim couldn’t help but laugh.

“And now we’re back to silly.” Kim grinned and shook her head as she turned and started heading for the main hall.

“Don’t forget your shirt Princess.” Shego’s voice held a warm, indulgent chuckle in it, and when Kim glanced back over her shoulder she saw the woman’s smile was equally affectionate.

“Thanks.” Kim veered slightly to her right and leaned over to snag her shirt off the floor as she passed it, not entirely sure if she would have thought to do so otherwise. At the door, she paused, looking back just as Shego turned off the TV and turned to face her once more.

“G’nite Shego.” Kim smiled softly.

“G’nite Pumpkin.” Shego’s smile shifted to a knowing smirk. “Have fun ‘cooling off’ before you go to bed.”

Kim snorted and grinned, picking up on Shego’s innuendo almost immediately and shooting back; “Oh I will.”

The teenager’s return smile was pure suggestive sin with just a hint of smug humor, and Shego laughed softly as Kim slipped out the door, shaking her head with nowhere near the amused disbelief she would have had a few weeks ago, before the redhead had come to live with her.

Kim’s own good humor lasted all the way back to her suite, before vanishing in a sudden tide of annoyance as she paused in the act of opening the door, realizing that although she might have remembered her shirt thanks to Shego, she’d forgotten her Kimmunicator.

“Damnit!”

The irritated curse rang out harshly in the empty hallway, and Kim gave a quick but deep sigh before tossing her shirt onto a nearby chair and turning to the main hall, heading for Shego’s suite while rolling her eyes and shaking her head. Reaching the door a few moments later, Kim hesitated for a second, and then opened it while knocking gently.

“Shego?”

The soft inquiry was lost in the darkness of the room beyond, and Kim paused in the threshold of the doorway, listening for a long moment before assuming the older woman was either in the bathroom or bedroom. She waited even longer for her vision to fully adjust to the darkness, and then crept into the room on cat-quiet bare feet, not wanting to disturb Shego if she’d gone to bed early.

It only took a few seconds for Kim to cautiously make her way over to where she’d left her Kimmunicator, given there was still a dull glow of lingering twilight coming from the windows, so she could see nearly as well as most people could under a full moon. Squatting down, she retrieved the device and then straightened up again, making her way back to the door with slightly greater confidence now that the path was clear. Halfway to the exit, Kim paused again, her brow furrowing as she could swear she detected a peculiar yet tauntingly familiar sound coming from the direction of the bedroom.

Cocking her head curiously, Kim couldn’t resist trying to puzzle it out. She knew she’d heard that sound before; it itched in the back of her mind, teasing her with the infuriating way it stayed just out of reach of conscious recognition—at least, if she was right about hearing it. The sound came and went just on the edge of her hearing, but she was all but positive she wasn’t imagining it.

Against her better judgment, she altered her path and carefully moved through the shadowy room, drawing closer to the door to the bedroom, which she now noticed was slightly ajar. Biting her lip, Kim froze, and then turned to take the longer way around to get closer to the door, not wanting to cast any shadows through the six-inch gap that might reveal her presence—she was so wrapped up in the mystery now that thoughts of guilt or misdoing never even crossed her mind.

Coming to a stop about five or six feet away from the door, Kim used her left hand to rake back the hair from her ear, closing her eyes and concentrating on listening. She could easily hear the trickling, softly splashing sounds of the fireplace waterfall now, and over the top of that, slightly sharper and only just audible, a… humming sound she thought—one that rose and fell in intensity, like it was being periodically muffled or something.

Kim was so engrossed in analyzing what she was hearing, she started and almost yelped in surprise when she heard Shego’s voice a few minutes later. It was only a brief, whining trill, but it was unmistakably Shego, and it set her heart to racing frantically as she came back to herself and finally realized what she was doing.

Struggling to keep her breathing steady and low, Kim started to turn away from the bedroom, now intent on making an undetected retreat out of the room, when she heard Shego loose yet another happy hum from beyond the door, and she froze instantly, not from surprise or fear, but rather wide-eyed shock as everything suddenly clicked in her head. The buzzing, sometimes muted, sometimes not, and now so obvious in its familiarity, combined with Shego’s crooning signified only one possibility to Kim; Shego was, as she’d put it so many weeks ago, “getting friendly with herself!”

Still frozen, Kim felt her awareness of what she was doing twist in a wholly new direction, an illicit thrill over what she now knew to be voyeuristic activity shooting through her and reawaking the excitement she’d felt only minutes earlier with Shego on the couch. In moments, that soft, pulsating buzz tickling her ears and filling her head with such wicked, lascivious thoughts quickened her breathing and heartbeat, sending heated blood rushing through her veins, while another soft groan drifting out of the darkness had her nipples stiffening to aching hardness as a heady warmth rolled over her body, flowing out from tightening breasts and suddenly itching, tingling loins alike.

I… I really should… leave now. Kim admonished in her head, her thoughts broken and fractured by the hot excitement and longing pounding through her, but she barely moved from where she stood.

Almost against her will, Kim felt herself reaching out to set her Kimmunicator down on a nearby wall stand, her subconscious carefully guiding the placement so it was as silent as the grave and disturbed none of the decorative knickknacks occupying the surface it now shared.

Biting her lip softly, Kim stroked the soft skin of her tight stomach while her other hand rose to cup one of her pert, aching breasts, unable to resist the wanton call of her eager flesh. Within moments, she was kneading and stroking both her taut mounds in succession, while skilled fingers tugged and twisted thrills of delight out of her long, erect nipples. At the same time, her other hand pushed its way down beneath the tight drawstring of her pants, questing fingers seeking out the hungry heat and ever-growing wetness there, driven to stroke and caress and pull at silky, sensitive, yielding flesh by primal urges she lacked the will to resist.

As Kim stood in the darkness, eyes closed and all of her being focused on the sounds of Shego’s masturbatory indulgence, her head filled with images and impression of the other woman; the sight, the smell, the feel of her was all Kim could think of as she stroked and kneaded and tugged gratification out of all her seats of pleasure. Cloaked in shadow, Kim matched Shego stroke for stroke, pushing her growing rapture ever higher, even as the only remaining part of her rational mind clamped down on her breathing and deep-seated urge to mirror the pale beauty’s soft exclamations, her iron-hard will stretched near to the breaking point as she fought to keep silent while every part of her cried out to pant and moan with wild abandon.

Feverish minutes passed as if seconds, all while Shego’s cries came more and more frequently, her panting loud enough that Kim’s acutely focused hearing could detect it now, and the passion-blinded redhead stroked herself faster and faster, fingers wet with her own slick lubricants rubbing and circling her hard, stiff little clitty over and over, the crotch of her pants sopping wet and lightly digging into her hot, wet pussy with every movement of the teenager’s hand, the sharp bursts and soft waves of pleasure crashing higher and higher in her as she sought out the growing climax calling to her with its carnal siren’s song.

“Mmm’yeah, that’s it Kimmie… just like that…”

The sudden jolt of fear that shot through Kim cleared her head for an instant as a dread chill washed over her sweat-slick body, leaving a wave of goose bumps in its wake. A moment later her common sense kicked in, dulling the fear as she realized the truth of Shego’s whiny little encouragement. The knowledge that Shego was fantasizing about her in the same manner she was fantasizing about Shego sent a fresh wave of heady excitement through the redhead, commandeering the adrenalin released from fear and redirecting it to lust as her briefly interrupted path to orgasm called out to her once more, even more demanding and insistent now.

Kim’s hands quickly took up their attentions to her heated, electrified flesh once more, the resuming pleasure washing through her even stronger now for the abrupt pause. Soon she was every bit as engrossed in her self-gratification as before, twisting and rubbing one stiff nipple hard and fast with her thumb and forefinger while the rest of her hand groped the firm flesh of the perky, underlying breast with rough abandon. The fingers of her other hand caressed the feverishly hot opening to her cunt, circling and stroking and pushing into that sensitive mouth repeatedly before once more rising wet and intense against her rock-hard clit, stroking the firm, erect nub beneath its protective hood while sharp lances of ecstasy shot through her every time that hood slipped aside and allowed direct contact, each one almost, but not quite, too intense for her to bear.

“Yeah… yeah… c’mon, give it to me Princess; give it to me…”

Just like this? Hunh? That what you want Shego? Tell me what you want… Kim silently answered Shego’s panting murmurs in her head, her mind’s eye aflame with the feeling of Shego’s firm, strong body undulating beneath her as she rode the pale woman faster and faster, rubbing and grinding her hot pussy down into Shego’s own answering heat while curvy, muscular legs that could most likely snap her in half wrapped their delicious, silky, sweat-slick warmth around her waist and hips, pulling her tight to the woman she was fucking near furiously now, her own body drenched with sweat and singing in the warmth all around her.

“Oh god yes!”

Kim heard Shego cry out at the exact same time she herself came, hard and strong and endless, the waves of pleasure rocketing through her entire body as she exerted every ounce of willpower to keep from crying out as well, her uncontrolled hips shuddering and jerking erratically, near violent enough to throw her off balance and to the floor. The sharply defined lines of her taut stomach rippled like a rough sea or undulating serpent, and her hard musculature trembled as every part of her tensed, the tsunami of pleasure ripping everything away for who knew how long, while the only beacon of reason shining through the crashing waves of bliss was her absolute determination to keep silent.

Kim didn’t know how long she stood there, head spinning, quivering and twitching while the tide of pleasure slowly receded from her, not panting and not moaning or whining through sheer willpower alone, but eventually, she began to recover, her racing heart slowing to merely pounding, her breathing becoming more manageable despite lungs still screaming for more air, and sweat dripping down her bare, now suddenly chilly skin in tiny rivulets as her muscles gradually relaxed.

Carefully unlimbering as she recovered her senses, Kim reached out with trembling fingers and retrieved her Kimmunicator, then pulled her hand out from between her legs and slowly, oh so cautiously began her retreat towards the exit. While she moved with exaggerated care, her eyes widened slightly as the sound of Shego’s vibrator in use once more drifted out from the bedroom. Shaking her head once, quickly, Kim pushed her nebulous thoughts out of her head, concentrating on getting out of the room undetected.

Once out in the main hall with the door to Shego’s suite firmly and silently closed behind her, Kim let out a soft sigh and allowed herself to breath deep and loud, heading back to her room quietly, but with nowhere near the careful stealth she’d used before. She tried to keep her mind blank on the way, but her thoughts gradually began congealing anyway. Still, it wasn’t until she’d returned to her suite and stripped off her sweat-damp and lubricant-soaked pants that those slowly forming ideas suddenly coalesced into a single, whole insight within her now fully focused mind.

It came to her as she turned to the bed and realized she wanted nothing more than to crawl on top of it and diddle herself for the next several hours. Her body still cried out for satisfaction. Thoughts of Shego and sex still inundated her head. She wanted her so much it hurt. Wanted that perfectly chiseled, perfectly curved, perfectly enticing, perfectly perfect green-ivory statue that was the pale beauty’s magnificent body. She wanted to touch and taste and lick and suck and buck and moan and come and come and come, and just as strong, she wanted to make Shego whine and purr and writhe and arch and come right along with her! And it was absolutely absurd that she was here in her room and Shego was less than thirty feet away in her own room, both fucking themselves instead of being in the same room fucking each other.

Kim shook her head. Short of raping Shego, which was impossible for a variety of reasons, least of all that she could never willingly do it, she had no choice but to accept that absurdity—for now.

Kim’s expression grew focused and intent—her “mission face.” She knew that cajoling or pressuring Shego would be a mistake. The older woman was sure to respond badly to that, on the basis of her confrontational nature alone, never mind the other factors involved. No, she was going to have to take a page from Corscan’s book here. The key to overcoming Shego’s little “problem” was to make the older woman want her so much that she couldn’t think about anything else. To call to her instincts and desire until the drive grew so strong it overpowered everything else. Get Shego so worked up she instigated something while running on “autopilot,” with her primal urges in control, and even her subconscious wouldn’t be able to get in the way.

Kim’s lips twisted into something that would have made Shego’s villainous heart skip a beat—and sent a shiver through anyone else. A scheming smirk that wasn’t quite malevolent so much as it was… wicked. Truly, sinfully wicked. Tomorrow… tomorrow she was going to declare war on Shego, and heaven help anyone who got in her way.
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