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A Girls Night in	By : mirandaships Category: +S through Z > Wakfu Views: 2805 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-A Girls' Night in
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The moon glimmered in the Bontarian sky as Cléophée and Amalia retired to their hotel, having spent the evening drinking bamboo milk at a local tavern to take in the famed atmosphere of the city and to relax after a long day of shopping. The two girls wavered up the set of stairs until they finally reached their room, where Amalia instantly collapsed onto her bed and let out a long breath of satisfaction to which Cléophée responded with a nod of understanding.
“This bonding weekend was a great idea, I know we haven’t always got along but it’s lovely to return to this city with the backing of the Sadida kingdom’s coffers this time” Amalia said, stretching out her aching legs on the bed. “Next time we should bring the whole crew!”
“What,” snickered Cléophée, “you missing Yugo already? What’s he like down there anyhow, his height isn’t too impressive but you never know” she continued, winking extravagantly as Amalia rolled her eyes.
“You won’t believe me but I have no clue” Amalia huffed. “You’ve got a better chance of convincing Ruel to buy everyone a round of drinks than getting that boy undressed.” Amalia rolled over and placed her hands on the back of her thighs, moving them across over her hefty ass to her waist before sighing and looking over in irritation at Cléophée. “All this could be Yugo’s and I just can’t find a way to break it to the damn man, what am I doing wrong Cléo?”
“Maybe he’s into petite girls” Cléophée teased, shaking her torso to make her perky breasts bounce. “But I would hope not, it would be a real shame to lose those thighs princess!”
“With all the walking we’ve done today I’ve probably lost a few pounds, I’m knackered” Amalia replied. Cléophée perked up and walked over to sit at the base of Amalia’s mattress, a wide smile plastered across her face as Amalia only returned a look of slight confusion.
“Let me ease that tension out of you Ami, I’ve got the best fingers in the Cra kingdom; just ask my sister!” Cléophée bragged. Amalia smiled at her inquisitively and sat up against the pillows, although she was not quite sure why Cléophée qualified that statement referring specifically to Evangelyne.
“Oh, really now? You’re not exactly known for modesty if you don’t mind me saying, Cléo” she jeered, raising her eyebrows.
“Nor am I known for backing down when someone challenges me, am I princess?” Cléophée grinned in reply. “Come, sit against me and let me prove myself.” Amalia obliged and turned to face away from Cléophée who immediately slipped her hands underneath Amalia’s shirt and began to remove it, pausing for a moment as it got snagged underneath her bra before yanking it upwards and over her head.
“Hey, I can take off my shirt myself you know” Amalia said with slight indignation as she crossed her arms to stop the jiggling.
“All part of the show, princess” Cléophée giggled. “Now just relax, and enjoy yourself” she purred as she slowly laid her fingers down one at a time on Amalia’s shoulders which had tensed up in anticipation. Her touch was cool against Amalia’s tired skin and quickly Amalia’s rigid posture wilted as Cléophée pressed her hands into her muscles with measured precision, moving them in a circular pattern.
“Where in the World of Twelve did you learn this Cléophée?” Amalia asked with incredulity, letting herself melt back against Cléophée’s body as the achiness was kneaded out of her.
“Must be all the archery I do I suppose, gives us Cras a good touch” Cléophée answered with a wry smile. “You have such lovely smooth skin Amalia, I hope you know how lucky you are with that” she continued as her hands worked their way down Amalia’s shoulder blades, hitting the exact locations to keep Amalia entranced under her manipulation.
“There’s no need for flattery, you’ve already won me over with your hands” Amalia sighed as she lay further back against Cléophée, who was now gently caressing her sides. Cléophée’s fingers slithered slowly across to Amalia’s stomach, her fingers roaming in an exquisite dance across her navel and then upwards until suddenly Cléophée cupped Amalia’s breasts through her bra which sharply brought her back to reality.
“Cléo what are you doing?” Amalia asked in surprise, grabbing Cléophée’s hands and easing them slightly off her chest.
“I wanted you to relax and enjoy yourself, princess” Cléophée replied in a silky tone. Amalia’s heartbeat had quickened at this and she could not hide it, her hands feeling markedly warm as she held Cléophée’s own.
“You’ve clearly had too much bamboo milk” Amalia muttered meekly, still lying back against the Cra whose arms embraced her curvaceous body.
“Or perhaps you haven’t had enough” Cléophée rebutted before running her tongue teasingly along her ear. Amalia hoisted herself slightly off Cléophée but still held her arms hesitantly just beyond the reach of her chest, which was heaving under nervous breaths.
“And what makes you think I’d do this sort of thing, with you?” Amalia stammered after a brief pause, her voice lacking any sort of conviction. Cléophée sat upright and brought her body against Amalia again, leaning into her and pressing her firm breasts into her back through the thin fabric of her top.
“If what you told me about Yugo is true you must be craving some intimacy my sweet Ami, and I know what a girl likes better than any man you’ll find in any kingdom” Cléophée countered as Amalia’s grasp on her hands slowly loosened until she let go, realising her undisguised quivering against Cléophée’s torso meant that she couldn’t pretend to offer much resistance. Amalia slowly lowered her own hands onto Cléophée’s thighs allowing her body once again to be explored, an invitation Cléophée did not pass up on as she brought her hands across Amalia’s stomach and back onto her impressive hips.
“My princess, why don’t you let me ease you into something less restrictive” Cléophée cooed as she ran her hands up Amalia’s back and over the strap of her bra, teasingly playing with the hooks before deftly flicking them apart with two fingers. Amalia twisted her body to face Cléophée as the fabric concealing the rest of her torso lazily slid down to reveal her sizable brown breasts.
“Don’t make me regret this later on” Amalia said with defeated reluctance before placing an arm around Cléophée and launching forwards to kiss her, catching even Cléophée off-guard for a moment before she took Amalia’s lower lip into her mouth and began gently sucking on it. Amalia broke away after a brief moment and tugged at Cléophée’s shirt with a wry, devilish smile prompting her to remove it; Cléophée obliged, sliding off her top to reveal all underneath. Her body was in vivid contrast to Amalia’s, pale and sleek with smaller firm breasts compared to the thicker brown Sadidette that was perched upon her lap. Nevertheless, Amalia seemed quite impressed with what sat underneath her.
“You and Evangelyne really are different, aren’t you” Amalia joked as she brought her hands around to Cléophée’s chest and inquisitively took her breasts into her grasp to gently caress them, reflexively biting gently down on her lip as her arousal steadily climbed. Cléophée responded only by picking up Amalia by her waist to bring her further onto her, placing her lips to her neck and teasingly sucking on her skin as her hands settled just above Amalia’s hefty ass.
“Whilst there may be some similarities”, Cléophée said between planting kisses as her mouth worked its way down Amalia’s chest, “this probably isn’t one of them”. Amalia stopped Cléophée at the top of her breasts, initially to her annoyance, and sat slightly off her to pull down her skirt revealing light green panties which appeared to incorporate thin vines to give a laced effect. Amalia’s fingers rested at the top of the fabric for a moment in contemplation, but the impish look Cléophée was admiring her with ultimately made up her mind as she slid them down and kicked them astray with her leg.
“I was never quite sure if a Sadida’s hair matched above and below” Cléophée commented as she eyed up the meticulously trimmed strip of leaf green hair that adorned Amalia’s jewel. Amalia scoffed at this and looked expectantly down at Cléophée who completed her disrobing without hesitation, wriggling out of her trousers to betray her lack of underwear beneath her clothing. The Sadidette could not disguise her curiosity as she ran her hand over the smoothly shaven mound, the sensation of friction-less skin beneath her fingertips powerfully alluring as Cléophée lay bare underneath her with her lips curled into a sultry smile.
Without warning Cléophée wrapped her legs around Amalia and thrust her down onto the bed beside her, aggressively swooping down and attacking her chest with her lips once more. Amalia tightly embraced Cléophée who began sucking and gently biting at her breasts, working her way inwards towards the nipples before taking one in her mouth and lavishly running her warm tongue over it.
“Not so rough” Amalia panted as Cléophée rolled her nipple nimbly between her teeth but she could not disguise her soft moaning so Cléophée did not relent, bringing her hands around to grope Amalia and continuing to suck and pull at her breasts with her mouth. Amalia’s nails were now digging into Cléophée’s back as she squirmed under her spell, pulling their hot bodies tightly together whilst they slid and rubbed against one another’s sleek skin.
Cléophée’s free hand had snaked across Amalia’s back and over her considerable rump to find itself between thick thighs while she continued her assault on Amalia’s chest, purposefully stroking her legs as her hands edged ever closer towards the source of some considerable warmth that now lay mere inches away from her touch. Amalia released her grip on Cléophée’s back and trailed her hands south to her ass, hauling the Cra onto her body whilst easing her own legs apart to invite Cléophée inside. Cléophée laid her body against Amalia and began to circle the perimeter of the humid hole with her finger, agonisingly skimming it whilst Amalia gripped at her derrière in impatient anticipation. After some teasing Cléophée brought herself up to kiss Amalia and finally slid her finger inside the sticky cavern, the soft moans muffled as the two girls locked lips in fervour.
The previously still air was now filled with heavy breaths and grunts as Amalia and Cléophée sloppily intertwined their tongues, every twist and thrust of Cléophée’s finger producing an equivalent reaction in the Sadidette’s body. Amalia brought one of her hands around Cléophée’s ass to between her thighs and began stroking against Cléophée’s slick lips, making her oscillate on top of the Sadidette’s body which was now glistening with sweat in the humid atmosphere. Cléophée responded to this by biting down on Amalia’s lip and pulling on it, drawing out a smidgen of blood which she licked aside without hesitation.
Cléophée’s finger was now pressed firmly against the upper wall of Amalia’s dripping sheath, coated with slippery juices as she plunged it firmer and faster inside the writhing princess who could not stop her body from rocking in rhythm. Amalia’s hand was seemingly frozen in place as she lay spellbound under Cléophée’s touch with the Cra undulating her hips to rub herself against it as she continued to compress her lips against Amalia’s own, barely suppressing the now audible moans coming from both girls.
After a few strenuous minutes exchanging body heat Amalia abruptly pulled herself away from Cléophée and wriggled out from underneath her, leaving her sat on her hands and knees in some confusion on the bed. Amalia glided over to the base of the bed and placed her hands on the underside of Cléophée’s ass, pressing upwards indicating how she wanted the Cra to position herself; she raised her lower half in understanding, coiled like a lion about to spring onto her prey before a flash of green light rebounded around the room and she found her hands and feet bound to the bed by fleshy brown brambles.
“Amalia?!” Cléophée exclaimed with her eyes drawn wide in bewilderment.
“Je suis une vilaine princesse” she breathed softly, running her fingers gently up Cléophée’s thigh before forcibly pressing two inside her viscous chamber making Cléophée recoil against her binds and emit a sharp moan. Amalia’s free hand skimmed lazily over Cléophée’s pert buttocks before once again emitting a green aurora, with Cléophée turning her head to look at the thin vine Amalia had conjured as her body shook against her restraints.
The serpentine vine twisted and coiled as it weaved through the air with Cléophée staring entranced, wondering what Amalia had planned. With a casual flick of her wrist Amalia brought the vine slamming down against Cléophée’s ass, the stinging sensation making her yelp through gritted teeth as droplets of creamy liquid dripped off Amalia’s fingers onto the mattress below. Amalia waited a moment before using the vine to strike again, feeling Cléophée’s body tense up against her fingers which continued to pulse in and out of the increasingly sticky hole.
Cléophée could feel the burning of her skin around the two long, thin red lines that Amalia had marked her with and could not camouflage her exhilaration as she tossed back and forth against her bonds. Amalia gave the Cra one final whip as she withdrew her soaked fingers from her, walking over to the top of the bed and fiendishly smiling before delicately parting Cléophée’s lips and placing them inside. Cléophée, to Amalia’s surprise, wrapped her tongue around them and eagerly lapped off her nectar before swallowing and licking her lips extravagantly.
“I’m glad you like the taste” Amalia jived as she sat next to Cléophée’s mouth, spreading her legs to reveal her thighs that were now covered in a thin wet slick and the luscious garden that lay between them. Amalia moved her hand in a flowing motion and the slender vine that had been suspended now lodged itself inside Cléophée before swelling up, making her moan in satisfaction as she felt herself stretch. Amalia brought herself closer to the constrained Cra and ran her fingers through her hair before pressing lightly on the back of her head.
“Lick” the princess commanded, with Cléophée joyfully obliging as she ran her tongue foxily across the wet folds bringing velvet squeals of pleasures out of Amalia who brought her free hand up to her breast and began to fondle it intently. Cléophée’s vigorous licking was only interrupted periodically by sharp breaths as the tendril inside her thrashed and knotted, pressing her deeper against Amalia’s humid thighs which had begun to clamp down in ecstasy.
Any semblance of restraint had faded as Amalia drew her hand off Cléophée and could not stop herself from placing it inside her slit, whilst Cléophée’s tongue flickered above it edging alluringly close to her rigid clitoris. A creamy substance had started to pool in Cléophée’s mouth as Amalia’s moans grew ever more fervent and her movements more frantic, gripping at her breasts with animalistic passion while Cléophée continued to rub her tongue deep against the slippery folds with her mouth coated in a layer of the princess’s honey.
Amalia could feel the sensation rise inside her, every nerve ending screaming out in pleasure as her body undulated and her legs constricted against Cléophée who dutifully lapped up the spurts of liquid that were periodically spattering out of the princess. Cléophée responded to this unspoken cue by brushing her tongue directly over Amalia’s sensitive peak, the bliss welling until the princess could take no more.
“Cléo I’m going to-” she desperately gasped before letting out a shriek of pleasure, filling Cléophée’s mouth with a warm creamy liquid that she dutifully swallowed to the best of her ability before allowing the remainder to leak out of her mouth onto the bed below. The vine embedded inside Cléophée had seemingly responded to Amalia’s sensation, wildly flailing as she reached the zenith of her titillation before waning like the Sadidette that sat breathing heavily and twitching beside a small puddle of her own juices.
The princess only recuperated for a moment before leaning down to lick the residue off Cléophée’s lips and chin, running her hand along her face and giving the Cra a telling smirk. Amalia once again manoeuvred to the base of the bed where Cléophée’s rump was still raised, her legs glossed with tracks of clear liquid that trailed from her dripping aperture with the vine still planted firmly inside. Gently running her hand over Cléophée’s ass Amalia admired for a moment the warmth still emanating from the marks where she had whipped it before tauntingly striking it with her bare hand, drawing a moan from Cléophée whose fists clenched as the brambles held tight against her wrists.
“You must be feeling sore by now, poor girl,” Amalia said in a condescending tone, “let’s change things up a bit”. Amalia flicked her hand and the binds that held Cléophée began to pull at her legs, with Cléophée leveling out so she was left on her hands and knees bent at the Sadidette’s mercy. Amalia stood up on the bed and eased her long, bulky legs either side of Cléophée before delicately perching herself on the Cra’s back, taking a fistful of her auric hair and pulling back on it so they faced one another. The princess leaned over to kiss Cléophée as the vine entrenched in her spurred back into life, resuming its thrusting motions whilst the two girls breathed heavily against each other’s lips.
Cléophée’s body rocked as she struggled to keep her posture under Amalia’s weight and the sensation of the throbbing tendril inside her, wildly clasping at Amalia’s tongue with her lips between hefty moans. The princess broke away and laid her body against Cléophée’s back, encapsulating her as she brought her hands round to the Cra’s chest to fondle and squeeze her pert breasts; the feeling of her moist skin sliding against Amalia as she groped her was putting Cléophée’s arousal into overdrive and her squeals of pleasure had grown ever more frequent.
Cléophée felt a considerable energy against her chest and looked down to see the familiar green radiation emitting from Amalia’s hands, summoning a second slender vine which oozed a lubricious sap from its tip. The jigsaw was quickly pieced together in Cléophée’s mind and she bit down on her lip preparing for what was imminent, with Amalia bringing her head down to suck on Cléophée’s neck as the tentacle pressed against her anus. The long, dripping fibre seemed to wait in place as Amalia teasingly ran her tongue down across to Cléophée’s shoulder before tightening her hold on her breasts as if to give the signal.
Amalia clenched her legs to hold Cléophée in place as the tendril slithered its way inside and began thrusting in sync with the larger vine, her body now visibly shaking as she groaned and contorted in pleasure under the brambles that held her tightly as well as the Sadidette on top of her. The thinner tendril engorged ever so slightly after a few minutes as Amalia realised Cléophée was close to being pushed over the edge, the vines forcefully pounding away as slick juices leaked out of the Cra dripped onto the bed below.
“Amalia!” Cléophée wailed as her body jerked, squealing as both of her holes were ravaged at the princesses’ relentless command. Amalia pinched down on Cléophée’s nipples and resumed sensually biting her shoulder, feeling her expand and contract with every sharp breath that she laboriously drew in the thick air. Finally she could hold out no longer; Cléophée let out a final howl as her arms and legs gave way, collapsing onto the bed as fluid gushed out of her and seeped into the mattress whilst the tentacles gave their last twists and turns. Amalia dismounted her friend and the vines withdrew, the pale green substance that had acted as a lubricant slowly trickling out of her stretched ass and down her thighs as she lay paralysed and thoroughly pleased.
The brambles that had acted as her restraints faded into the nether and Cléophée sat up, her body numb in equal parts soreness and satisfaction. After spending a few moments gasping for air, she looked over to Amalia with a dumbfounded expression etched across her face.
“Ami”, she panted, “I had absolutely no idea”. Amalia sat beside her and laid back onto the bed, stretching out as she attempted to avoid the numerous wet patches that dotted the mattress.
“Whoever has to clean this room tomorrow will have an idea I reckon” the princess replied with an almost proud smile. Cléophée lay back beside the Sadidette and perched her head on her shoulder, draping an arm across her chest as she softly kissed Amalia’s cheek.
“Shouldn’t we leave or something? I mean you are a princess after all, I’m not sure if people should know about this” Cléophée queried. Amalia turned to face Cléophée and embraced her in her arms, softly brushing her hair with her fingers.
“Don’t you worry; I won’t let our trip end early. I can just pay the cleaner to ask no questions, as you said I am a princess.”
“A naughty princess” Cléophée giggled as she gestured to her sore wrists, marked with a red band where the brambles had held her. Amalia gave a joking shrug in reply before kissing Cléophée’s lips tenderly for a moment, then laying back in exhaustion; this bonding weekend had already led them to become closer than either imagined.
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