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Guillermo isn’t quite sure how she feels, staring at her own naked self in front of her.
Not in a mirror, no, her life is obviously so much weirder than that.
It’s Nandor, all wrapped up in the Cloak of Duplication. Apparently it never even left their house after the earlier adventures, and Nandor had managed to sneak it out of Laszlo and Nadja’s boudoir.
It had, admittedly, been a lot of fun to fuck Nandor while in a matching body. So much easier to push her around when they were the same size. And they really enjoyed discovering the insane things the Cloak decided to bring along when Guillermo managed to use Nandor’s apparently overdeveloped jaw muscles to eat Nandor out for almost two hours. No flight, but that? How did these things get picked?
As hot as the evening had been, Guillermo was unsure if she wanted to see herself like that. Then Nandor had insisted on fucking in front of a mirror for about a week straight in some bid to convince her and either Guillermo was coming around to the idea or she just wanted to do something different.
So here they are. Two Guillermos, both naked.
Nandor seems to be enjoying herself at least, bouncing her own tits- well, Guillermo’s tits in her hands.
“Guillermo, these are so heavy! You never said how heavy they are!” She squishes them up and down. “Obviously I have felt them before, many times, but never with little weak human hands. No wonder you complain so much!”
Unsurprised with the weight of her own boobs, Guillermo is mostly thinking about how odd it is to see all Nandor’s expressions in a different face, let alone her own.
However, when Nandor leans back to begin attempting to windmill her newly large tits, Guillermo has to step in. She really doesn’t need to see that. Resisting the urge to roll her eyes, she tugs Nandor in for a kiss.
Oh God, that’s even weirder. Her own soft face and double chin instead of the sharp angles of Nandor’s jaw. And she doesn’t even have to tip her head up. She can’t look, squeezing her eyes shut, as Nandor tries to control the kiss.
Shorter, chubbier fingers than she’s used to curl around the back of Guillermo’s head, tilting her this way and that. Somehow that’s enough to bring out her competitive instinct. Guillermo’s the one who knows how to work that body. Thirty years of life will teach a girl something.
Guillermo nips at Nandor’s lip. She knows she’s always sensitive about that, loving the feeling of Nandor’s fangs scraping at her. Is it just the fangs, she wonders, or is it-
Nandor’s spectacular moan answers her question before she can even ask it.
Even though the vampire’s eyes aren’t glowing the way they normally would when she pulls back, Guillermo can still read the hunger in them.
“Do that again.” Nandor begs, and Guillermo has to admit, the words sound pretty in her voice, the way Nandor always claims. So she does, redoubling her attack on Nandor’s newly sensitive lower lip. Tugs at it with her blunt teeth. Sucks it into her mouth.
At the same time, she pushes Nandor towards the wall. Not only is it another chance to manhandle her properly but Guillermo knows how much she loves it. It’s an interesting question, really, how much of these things are in the brain and how much are in the body.
Guillermo can’t help wincing a little into their kiss when she hears how loudly Nandor lets her head thump against the wall. It is still a vampire’s skull under there though, so hopefully Nandor will be ok. Never breaking the kiss, Guillermo rests her hands on Nandor’s newly plush hips and slides them up until her thumbs are tucked under heavy breasts. She begins stroking at the sensitive spot underneath until Nandor is gasping into her mouth, pulling away to pant into her throat. Let Nandor have a taste of her own medicine, she is always using that trick on Guillermo.
There are still heavy breaths tickling at her collarbone as Guillermo keeps stroking, so she makes good use of her mouth elsewhere, nipping at the extra fat that now rings Nandor’s jaw. She starts working her way down Nandor’s throat with teeth and lips. Guillermo can rarely hold in a gasp when Nandor goes for her neck like this, but Nandor’s heavy pants stay on the ‘average’ side of horny.
Huh, so not a particularly sensitive throat, just horny for her vampire girlfriend. Guillermo’s learning a lot about herself tonight.
She’s sucking a hickey into Nandor’s skin, excited about the chance to leave a mark on Nandor that will last longer than a second, when she learns something else.
For the first time ever, there’s a pulse thundering away in Nandor’s veins.
“Holy shit,” she can’t help muttering under her breath.
“What is it, my love?” Nandor lowers her chin to look at Guillermo, curious.
“You have a pulse, babe.”
“Impossible. The hearts of vampires cannot beat.”
“No, no really, I’m not kidding.” Guillermo raises two fingers to Nandor’s throat, checking her pulse in the way she’d learned from some Red Cross Lifesaving courses. (You’d be amazed how some medical knowledge can come in handy for reasons completely opposite to saving lives.)
There it is, thumping away. It’s elevated, which is gratifying, but perfectly normal.
“How the fuck does the cloak work?” Guillermo really is talking to herself now, because when Nandor tries to respond, Guillermo just shushes her.
“Quiet for a second.” Now she’s got her fingers at her own carotid, trying to figure out if it’s just matching her own. They seem a little bit off.
“I’m trying to figure out if-oh!” Her words cut off when Nandor, impatient during her magic science experiments, wriggles her fingers down, and flicks at Guillermo’s clit.
“Oh- oh yeah, keep doing that.” Nandor’s grin when Guillermo moans is somehow still hers, even in Guillermo’s face.
She lets Nandor continue, sliding Guillermo’s callused fingers between her folds, even widening her stance to give better access. Guillermo does, however, still have her hands on both their pulses.
Nandor knows her work well, sliding down to scoop up a little slick before she begins circling at Guillermo’s clit. It’s not long at all before Guillermo’s heartbeat begins to pick up at Nandor’s careful ministrations.
The pulse in Nandor’s version of her throat stays steady.
“It’s yours. It’s really yours. Fuck, this is so cool.” Guillermo dives in for another kiss, squishing Nandor’s wrist between their bellies. Unfortunately she has to pull back to talk, and she cups Nandor’s soft cheeks in her hands, brushing a curl off her forehead. “Babe, can I- I wanna-”
Guillermo’s not sure how to explain her desperation to chase that pounding pulse across Nandor’s new body, but Nandor just nods back at her. “Anything you want, my moon.” She slips her hand back up, popping her fingers in her mouth to suck at them, grinning wide.
Finding her hands shaking slightly, Guillermo tugs Nandor to the big bed along the wall and shoves her down into the plush sheets. She crawls over Nandor, the sensation of straddling her so different from usual. Guillermo has to spread her thighs wider to fit them over the broader hips of Nandor’s new body, and the deep ache is strangely pleasurable.
She hooks her fingers under Nandor’s jaw, pushing it up until she has access to the heartbeat the Cloak has invented for her. Nandor moans at the sudden jerk, and doesn’t stop as Guillermo goes, frankly, a little bit wild.
Lips and tongue and teeth, she makes her way up and down Nandor’s neck until there’s almost an uninterrupted line of marks. It’s beautiful, the way Nandor’s skin colors at the rough treatment. And Guillermo has the advantage, knowing that as soon as Nandor takes off the Cloak the marks will be gone, so she can go much higher and harder than she normally lets Nandor. She thumbs across one, pressing down just a little.
“Guillermo…” Nandor’s whine is spectacular, and Guillermo finally lifts enough to see her face. It’s- she feels weird even thinking it, but- Nandor’s face is radiant. Thick curls plastered to her forehead with sweat, eyes fluttering closed, long lashes pressed against her cheeks. Those cheeks are flushed bright red, almost as soft and plush as her bitten lips. When her eyes flicker back open, Guillermo gets to see the pure pleasure in them, pupils blown wide, darker than the most beautiful night.
It’s the way Nandor is always sexy to her, so free in her arousal. But it’s also her. The way lust looks on her face. Even during their week of mirror sex she was usually too distracted to really pay attention to her own expression.
Laid out beneath her, Guillermo can’t deny that she looks- “Beautiful.”
The word escapes before Guillermo means it to, and she might feel embarrassed, if it weren’t for the soft soft smile Nandor gives her.
“You are beautiful. The most beautiful woman in the world.”
Guillermo tries to lean down to kiss the words out of Nandor’s mouth, but her hands come up to press Guillermo back, all confidence and implacable strength even if they’re smaller than usual.
“No. If you want to appreciate me, you must appreciate yourself too.” She taps at her cheek. “Here, cute round cheeks, like a squirrel. I enjoy watching them blush red when I say something sexy.”
Even though Nandor’s goofy eyebrow waggles look so weird on her face, Guillermo dutifully presses a kiss to the cheek Nandor is tapping.
“Mmmm, your breasts. I love to watch them bounce when I fuck you. Or when it is warm and you undo one extra button, and I can only stare and think about what you have tucked away under all your layers. I do not understand why you-”
Nandor’s surprised little grunt is delightful, but honestly, it’s more the fact that Guillermo can not sit through another diatribe about Nandor’s hatred of the modern underwire bra and how Guillermo should let her tits ‘be free’ that has her swooping down to suck a nipple into her mouth.
It’s such a different experience and as she circles her tongue, squeezing at the other tit with her hand, Guillermo can’t deny the delight in having a little bit more to play with. She shifts over, nuzzling briefly at the space between Nandor’s new breasts before nibbling at the soft underside of the other one. Nandor squirms beneath her, rant forgotten, and her movement sends her free tit jiggling.
It gives Guillermo a terrible, hilarious idea, that she just can’t resist. Scooping Nandor’s breasts together, Guillermo dives in for a spectacular motorboat, blowing a raspberry into her skin. When she pulls back they’re both dying of laughter. It takes them a moment before they calm, and Guillermo gets the wonderful feeling of getting to wipe away the tears of joy that collect at the corner of Nandor’s eyes.
“Now you understand why I enjoy it!” Nandor is grinning, vindicated, as she pushes Guillermo back, grasping at the rolls of her new stomach.
“Look at this too, the way it jiggles when you laugh. So sensitive, I like to bite just here and see you jump.” She’s pointing at that spot at the bottom of the apron of Guillermo’s belly, almost expectant. It’s not- it’s not a part of herself that Guillermo likes much, but Nandor always seems to appreciate it, so Guillermo gives her best shot.
She scooches down until she can bite just where Nandor is pointing and it’s certainly gratifying to watch Nandor jump even when it was at her own command. Guillermo tries a few more spots, nipping here, sucking a kiss there. It’s so lovely to see how responsive Nandor is, every point of contact echoing throughout the expanse of her.
“And your hips, so broad and lush. Do you know how desired your shape has been throughout history?” Nandor’s voice is steadily getting huskier, managing to make herself horny just by talking about Guillermo’s body. Guillermo can feel her own cheeks heating as she shifts to press a kiss to Nandor’s new curves as she continues in that rough tone, “And even better, how they feel when I hold on tight to take you from behind.”
They’re not in that position, but Guillermo still sits up a little bit, enough to curl her own hands around the hips Nandor now wears. She knows her fingers don’t stretch quite as far as Nandor’s usual ones do. Still, the delicious way the fat under her hands yields to her press gives her a hint of how Nandor must feel.
It also gives Guillermo the perfect vantage point to watch as Nandor begins edging her hand closer to where she must want Guillermo’s attention. Guillermo’s having far too much fun to allow that, so she catches Nandor’s wrist and presses it to the bed beside her.
Nandor’s eyes sparkle as she obeys, fingers curling into the sheets. Nandor’s willingness to submit is enough to make Guillermo move from her comfortable spot, shifting down enough that she can press Nandor’s legs apart. The low moan, deeper than any sound that usually comes out of her own throat, is immensely satisfying, as is the taste of the delicate skin of her own ankle when she applies her lips there.
“Keep going, Nandor. Tell me what you like about me.” Guillermo can barely keep the tease out of her voice. Luckily, Nandor’s answering huff tells her it is well-received.
“Your ankles are so strong, and sturdy. I like when I lift you to clean the chandelier and you can balance so impeccably.” Nandor squirms a bit, shifting in Guillermo’s grasp. So, obviously, Guillermo sucks a bit harder, a little reminder of who is in charge. Nandor’s voice only echoes out, with her own tease. “I also like to look up your skirt then, too.”
Having fun now, Guillermo drags her teeth up Nandor’s calf, digging in with a proper bite, just to watch Nandor squirm even more. Her chest is heaving, breath coming faster as Nandor writhes under the sensation.
“What? Nothing nice to say about my calves? Not well turned or shapely or any other weird Regency compliment?” Guillermo peeks up to see Nandor’s face as she speaks. Nandor must be able to tell, because her eyes flicker open and for a moment Guillermo is struck dumb by what she sees.
The heavy-lidded look of desperation on her own face is, to borrow a word Nandor so often likes to use, delicious. Her whole face is red with lust, curls tossed everywhere. Lips bitten to a sheen. And yet, the expression is all Nandor’s. That glowing joy that always stuns Guillermo. As if she was made for this kind of pleasure. No guilt, no shame, just a pure knowledge that whatever happens in her bed will end the way she wants it to. Seeing that look, that confidence, on her own face throws Guillermo. She stares, unable to turn away as much it burns through her, like looking into an eclipse. Nandor’s whine snaps her out of it.
Blinking, Guillermo offers a lifeline to the mess of a woman beneath her. “Hmm, well, if you can’t manage to run your mouth anymore, I guess I can talk about these thighs all by myself. You do it often enough.”
Guillermo ducks down, running the tip of her tongue up the inside of Nandor’s thigh, so much bigger and softer than usual. She nuzzles, trying to find the pulse Nandor is always raving about. It’s harder than she expected and Guillermo quickly switches focus, not caring to search any longer when Nandor is practically vibrating. She tips her head, letting her lips just brush the sensitive skin beneath her as she speaks.
“‘Lush, like the verdant fields of my homeland,’” Guillermo does her best Nandor voice, pitching down and attempting an accent. “‘Impossibly strong, especially when they are wrapped around my neck.’ Nandor, sometimes when you put your mouth on me- I get this twitch in my thighs like I wanna snap your head clean off.”
Nandor, the freak she is, moans pitifully at that, reaching out to grab at Guillermo’s hair. She tugs, and finally Guillermo relents, letting Nandor shift her as she pleases until her tongue is flicking at Nandor’s clit.
She’s so wet already that Guillermo’s chin is slick in moments. Again, she gets to enjoy a little bit of a change, the taste of herself on her tongue. She slips her hand up to press back the folds of her sex, something she barely needs to do for Nandor.
Nandor’s fingers are still tight in her hair. Thankfully, she’s managing to resist the urge to squeeze her thighs around Guillermo’s head too tightly, which is probably for the best, seeing as Guillermo doesn’t have the advantage of vampiric strength.
What she does do is something Guillermo has often found herself doing, particularly in her more solo adventures. Thighs held aloft on her own, bent in the air as if perfectly ready to wrap around someone’s waist. Guillermo can’t resist the bait.
Nandor whimpers when Guillermo pulls back, but the sound quickly becomes a sigh of pleasure when her tongue is replaced by two fingers, sliding forward impossibly easily.
“Even in a new body, you’re as desperate as ever,” Guillermo comments as she squirms up to catch Nandor’s mouth. Nandor’s breath whistles out between their kiss, wrapping arms and legs around Guillermo, immediately latching on as tightly as she can. Guillermo’s arm is stuck between them, between the press of their stomachs, squished together. It’s a little bit strange, and also a little bit hot, feeling the way their bodies press and yield, practically melt into each other.
And more importantly, Guillermo still has enough room to keep thrusting her fingers in and out. She can feel Nandor shifting beneath her, hips circling and jerking in a way that shakes right into Guillermo too.
Twisting her wrist, she manages to slide forward with a third finger, and she can feel Nandor clenching around her, thighs and arms wrapping ever tighter. She stops bothering to thrust altogether, which means she can bring up her thumb to circle at Nandor’s clit. It’s awkward, but Nandor certainly doesn’t care, throwing her head back on something pretty close to a scream.
That only gives Guillermo the chance to suck on her throat, the pounding of that false pulse still rocketing through her skin. Guillermo wonders if this is what it feels like for a vampire, the way she can almost sense the speeding of that heartbeat as Nandor climbs closer and closer to her peak. Nandor arches up off the bed, soft body pressing up into Guillermo’s as, with a spectacular moan, she breaks, squeezing Guillermo’s fingers so tight it almost hurts.
Guillermo works her through it, until almost all at once, Nandor’s arms and legs drop, bouncing to the bed as she collapses. She pulls back just enough to appreciate Nandor’s typical cum-dumb expression on her own face, lips slack and eyes barely open. It’s adorable, but as much as Guillermo wants to stare, she wants to cuddle up even more.
She curls around Nandor, head on her chest, enjoying both the atypically profuse padding and the way that, for once, she can hear Nandor’s pleasure thumping away in her chest, as that beat slowly regains its false rhythm.
As always, it is nice to wait while Nandor returns to herself, breathing evening out and fingers coming up to trace patterns across the skin of Guillermo’s shoulders and back. Eventually, when Guillermo begins to shiver, Nandor gets a leg under herself and rolls them, so she is tucked in between Guillermo’s thighs.
Yet again, Guillermo is treated to the strange sight of one of Nandor’s expressions in her own face. This expression, though, is ravenous.
“Now we shall see how you like it.” Nandor dives in, and it’s not long until a second pair of thighs is shaking.