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Romantic music played on a nearby phonograph. One step to the left and another to the right. Stand close together. Don’t let your hands wander. Keep your eyes on hers. Lead the way and communicate your next action with your body. It was easy to remember. Dancing wasn’t terribly complicated. It was as easy as swinging her bat. Stelle followed the instructions with ease. Her partner on the other hand struggled. The shorter girl couldn’t maintain any eye contact. Stelle didn’t know why she struggled with it. Looking into her eyes was easy. From the top they were a deep ocean blue and set into a lovely pink. It reminded Stelle of a sunset. Fitting for a girl that wandered the night. Firefly was too cute to look away from.
Another step came down on top of her foot. Stelle didn’t mind. Her body could take a lot of pain. Even then Firefly didn’t weigh enough for the step to feel like much. She felt so light in her arms. Stelle had wondered if she could pick her up and carry her around overhead. She did that for Kafka from time to time. That woman was off in the corner watching them. She sipped on her nearly empty wine glass. Her thoughts were unknowable to most yet Stelle knew better. She had been her follower after all.
The Stellaron Hunters had an upcoming mission that required them to be stealthy. At a grand gala Kafka would sneak in for the kill while Stelle and Firefly danced at the gala. They were needed there to spill a drink on the soon to be dead man. He would then go to his room for a change in clothes only for it to be stained in blood. Kafka was the only Hunter that had any sense of subtlety. The rest of the Hunters were far more adept with loud displays of destruction. Silver Wolf could be subtle but the light of her editing would make it obvious who did it.
A simple slash of a blade was all they needed for the man to die. So it was that Stelle and Firefly dance, spill a drink, the man loses his life, and they leave with another successful mission accomplished. That would be in two weeks time. For now they had to get the maneuver down properly. Kafka knew her route well and didn’t need further practice. Stelle had the script memorized. There were no lines to remember. Just dance and spill a drink. Easy peasy. To Firefly she had the hardest part. Being led in a dance by the tall girl was very, very difficult.
Their bodies were close. Stelle’s breasts on top of Firefly’s breasts, stomach to stomach, hand on waist, hand on shoulder, their leading hands locked together, yellow eyes searching for sunset pink eyes, and their feet meeting again. Firefly took a step too soon and stepped on the bridge of her dance partner's foot. She groaned in frustration and puffed her cheeks. A blush on her face and Stelle found her so adorable. She wanted to pinch her cheek for some reason. The more she looked at the pouty girl the more she wanted to do to her. Strangely she felt the desire to lick her own lips.
Stelle didn’t know why. Her body told her to get ready. Ready for what? What reason did she need to lick her lips for? Why did her blood flow downward? She didn’t get why. She’d ask Kafka about it later. That woman seemed to know everything. Firefly had enough of this. She tried to pull away but Stelle’s grip kept her close. The stronger girl caught on and loosened her grip to give the smaller control over the situation.
“This is stupid. Why can’t we just burn the mansion down?” Firefly huffed and looked over to Kafka. While she attempted to pull away she couldn’t bring herself to leave Stelle.
Stelle pulled her eyes off Stelle to look at Kafka. The woman held a finger up. Pausing Firefly from asking further questions She was mid sip on the last drop of wine in her glass. The glass left her lips and was set on a nearby table. Kafka hummed and played with the drop on her tongue. She tilted her head to the left then to the right. Firefly got redder in the face. Stelle gently rubbed her thumb to her hip. A gentle comfort that seemed to calm the red mess down. Neither of them were aware of the act. The woman finally swallowing the last drop of wine was very aware.
“The reason is simple,” she finally spoke. “It’s not in the script.”
Firefly bit her cheek. “You and Stelle go off script all the time,” at the thought of her fellow Hunters acting as they pleased she felt a pang in her heart. Her body moved on its own and pulled Stelle closer.
Kafka’s smile grew a tad wider. Her eyes caught everything.
“Ahh, you got it wrong, dear. Me and Stelle do improv,” for a single word her tone went from matter of fact to warm. The tall girl's name always came out warm from her. “It’s in the script.”
“Mom’s right.”
The cheek biter felt her taller dance partner nod in agreement. She felt her nerves get set assaulted from feeling Stelle say “mom,” so close to her. She never understood the relationship between Stelle and Kafka. Mentor and follower? Mother and daughter? Lovers? All of the above? Either way it went she didn’t have a place in it. She wanted to challenge the woman further. The strength was in her to do so. The power was in her arms. Stelle was in her arms. The warmth that plagued her came in full force when she felt somethin’ pressing into her. A warm thing was pressed into her groin. All the strength she had was gone. The woman smirked and walked towards the door.
“I have some other things to check on. You two be good and practice the dance.”
She didn’t give them time to respond. The door shut closed behind her. The pair were close together. A new track played on the phonograph. Its tune filled the air with the promise of romance. Alone together they could dance and experience a sublime closeness. The stage was set and Firefly walked off of it.
Stelle stepped back as she was pushed away. She felt cold. Firefly turned the phonograph off. Her hands brushed her hair to the sides of her face. Making it hard for Stelle to see her expression and hard for her to see Stelle’s disappointment.
“I’m not feeling well,” her voice sounded pained. She must be telling the truth. “My symptoms are… Y’know… Acting up.”
She walked to the same door Kafka left from and waited a second. She didn’t want to run into the woman. Stelle held one hand up and brought it down. As much as she wanted to stop her she didn’t want to control her. Conflicting feelings filled her heart. A pain she only felt whenever Kafka had to leave on a trip. Unlike those times she didn’t know if Firefly would come back to her.
“Later.”
Just as Kafka did, Firefly walked out. Stelle was alone in the room. Her heart ached and burned. She didn’t know what to do with herself. She knew her future yet at that moment she was uncertain of it. One thing she did know was that her heart wouldn’t be there forever. It was temporary. Replaceable. She didn’t want Firefly to be the same. Her mind wandered and thoughts of asking Kafka for advice came to mind. That woman surely knew the answers. Her phone dinged.
She got a message.
In the hall of the ship Firefly walked towards her room. The Stellaron Hunters were many things. One of those things was having great credit and resources. Her first day as a Hunter was great. They provided a room for her that suited her needs. Given that the Script Writer knew what she would want it made sense they’d have everything she needed and wanted in a room even if she didn’t know. It was strange for her.
Her short time with them challenged everything she knew. She was supposed to be a weapon. She was supposed to be SAM. A knight that would burn away at everything. She expected to only ever be that. Her old masters were gone and replaced. That’s what this was supposed to be. Yet it wasn’t like that. She wasn’t just SAM. She was Firefly. At first she was adamant they call her SAM and then Stelle didn’t. The follower of Kafka took charge and referred to Firefly as herself. SAM was just a suit, Firefly was Firefly.
Ever since waking up to Kafka, Firefly was never the same. They didn’t feel like family and yet she wanted more. She wasn’t supposed to have more. What she did have was gone. Burned away with her home cut in half. She could never have what she wanted. Some day her illness would take her. She would never see the end of Stelle’s story.
A single tear came to her eye. She didn’t know what to make of this pain. Her symptoms must be getting worse. That’s all it was. She would be gone soon. She knew it to be true. Why else would her body burn up on the inside? Why else was she constantly thinking of Stelle? Why else would she leak from her eyes and from her womanhood?
She wiped her eyes and rubbed her thighs together. The dance came to mind. The feeling of Stelle’s body against her own made her so very warm. The warmth always became a searing heat. A heat that was only put out by some rubbing. She didn’t know why it worked for a time or how to stave it off but it worked. Her steps became faster and faster. The door to her room came into view. She felt her panties getting damp the more she thought about Stelle.
The feeling of her strong arms holding her smaller body. She had dreams of Stelle holding her up and carrying her away. Flying without the need of her suit. She didn’t have to be a weapon. She could just be herself. It was stupid. She thought so. She knew so. She was created to pilot burning destruction and nothing more. She wasn’t a girl. She was SAM.
Yet she still dreamed.
Her hands trailed down her body towards her searing heat. Her skirt swayed as she reached for the hem. Just below she would put out the flames in her room with her favorite book in hand as her medicine. This was her treatment for her illness. The door to her room opened up. The sliding mechanism's sound filled her ears and then a small laugh did. All of her nerves were on fire. In her room was Kafka. The woman was sitting at the desk provided for her. In her hands was a magazine Firefly had hidden under her bed.
“K-Kafka!” Firefly felt her face erupt. The door shut behind her. “What’re you- why are you- give me that!” she sputtered on her words and rushed the woman.
A glance from Kafka was all it took to stop the flustered girl in her tracks. Firefly knew she herself was the strongest Stellaron Hunter. As SAM she could burn away anything. Her flames could evaporate oceans. In front of Kafka she felt small. The woman was relaxed. Her murky wine colored eyes showed no worry. She was without fear and Firefly was nothing to be afraid of. The heat in her body got cold. She knew how this woman worked. Firefly was caught in the spider’s web.
“I know I’m intruding but that’s no way to treat a guest,” her tone felt mocking yet strangely soothing.
Firefly didn’t understand people the way Kafka did. All she knew was that her medicine was in Kafka’s hands.
“I-I’m sorry… Uhh…” she felt very awkward. “Can I have my magazine back?”
Kafka blinked and looked up towards Firefly. She batted her lashes.
“Please?” Firefly squeaked out.
“Well, you did ask politely,” Kafka sighed and turned the page. She hummed as she read more pages.
Firefly felt her blood run cold then very hot. Frustrated and terrified she held her shaking hand out to take the magazine back.
“I’ll give it back when I’m done, dear.”
Her words cut through Firefly. She almost felt like crying.
“I promise.”
Those words were far more gentle. Firefly knew Kafka wasn’t a liar. Manipulative but not a liar.
The strange woman lazily gestured towards Firefly’s bed. The messy sheets called for her. The red faced sheepish girl sat at the edge of her bed. Her red face stood out against the greens of her clothes and the silver of her hair. She shut her thighs tight together to hide her shame. Just moments ago she was ready to perform her remedy and now the woman that stole the affection of her desired was looking through her medicine. No doubt she saw it.
“How cute.”
She definitely saw it.
“You took some cute pictures of her.”
It was over.
“Especially this one.”
Kafka turned the magazine over to Firefly. It was a baseball magazine. Inside were articles about the galaxy's best teams with candid shots of players in action. There was a photo of a woman mid swing. Strong arms extended out and hitting a ball to the stars. Over her face was a picture of Stelle hastily pasted over the players. It wasn’t the only page that was like this. Throughout the magazine were pictures of Stelle over the baseball players. Firefly felt her nerves get set ablaze.
She wanted to burn up and die. Her illness wasn’t fast enough. Kafka scooted closer. Her rear at the edge of her chair.
“Some of these pages are stuck together.”
A ploom of steam erupted off Firefly. “NO! I never got any on the-” she covered her mouth to contain her outburst. The smile on Kafka’s face let her know she had been played.
“Ohh, so you have masturbated.”
Firefly wasn’t certain what that meant and the placid smile on Kafka’s face gave her no context. She felt like she was going to malfunction. She was a weapon not some flustered school girl. Her head hung low. Oblivion called to her. A gentle hand snaked around her back and caressed her arm. Kafka had moved from her seat to sit next to Firefly. Both on her bed. Some tears slipped out of her eyes. The touch comforted her. She couldn’t read Kafka’s expression but it felt motherly. Or what she imagined motherly to be.
The gentle caress lured her in closer. Her head rested on Kafka’s shoulder. The fire of shame went away and a tender warmth came in. Her cheeks were dusted pink. Firefly nuzzled closer to Kafka’s bosom.
“I’ve caught you staring at them before.”
Firefly tensed up and wanted to pull away and hide in her blankets. The tender warmth heated up but before it could burn into embarrassment Kafka put the flame out.
“Don’t be shy. I know they look good. They make things easier,” she hummed softly and pushed her body closer to the flustered girl.
The flustered girl cursed out how right Kafka was. She didn’t know why she was malfunctioning this way. Her symptoms were getting worse. She rubbed her thighs together as her lower parts demanded friction. The magazine was set down on her lap. No doubt Kafka noticed. Her walls came crumbling down.
“Kafka… I… I… I don’t know how long I have left,” tears filled her eyes.
The woman hummed and nodded along.
“My symptoms are getting worse. I keep on getting hot and thinking about… about…”
“Stelle.” Kafka finished for her.
“Yeah…” Firefly didn’t have the courage to look up at Kafka. “I don’t know what’s happening to me and I keep leaking. I’m supposed to be a weapon, created to be one, but I’m compromised and I- I- I-” she was shushed. A gloved finger pressed into her lips.
Kafka lifted the delicate girl's chin up to look at her. Firefly recognized those eyes. The gaze Kafka held was reserved only for Stelle.
“Listen.”
Firefly flinched at the word. Her mind remained intact. She was not dominated. The power the word had over her was what she gave it.
“You are not compromised. What you are experiencing is not caused by your syndrome,” the statement soothed Firefly’s worries and raised more questions.
“Then what is it?”
“It’s simple, deary, you’re in love,” her words crashed into Firefly like a falling star.
Firefly pulled away in disbelief. “Love? I can’t do that. I’m not normal. I’m just a thing made to fight,” she believed every word she said.
Kafka didn’t. She looked the girl up and down. It was amusing how similar she was to Stelle.
“Let me tell you a fun little secret about Stelle.”
The mention of Stelle drew Firefly in. She didn’t know where this was going.
“She was also created like you,” she raised her hands up and motioned them as if painting the night sky in front of her. “She was created by the stars just like you were. She is not bound to her creation. She’s more like you than you realize.”
Firefly was lit up like her namesake. She wanted this to be true so bad. She sat up straight to ask more questions only for her magazine to fall. It fell to the ground and opened to a page where Firefly not only pasted a picture of Stelle onto the batter there was also a penis pasted onto the groin of the batter. From stars in her eyes to shame in her eyes she scrambled to pick up the magazine.
“Oh. That’s not the right size.”
Stunned into a pause, Firefly slowly turned her gaze to Kafka. It couldn’t be. She thought herself a weirdo for imagining Stelle having one. Earlier she felt somethin’ slowly harden' and rubbed into her but it surely couldn’t be true.
“Does she…?” shyly her innocent curiosity didn’t leave her mouth.
“Have a cock? Yes. I did say she was created after all,” Kafka answered amused and matter of fact. “She was made with specific goals in mind. A lover was one of them.”
Firefly looked at the magazine as she lifted it up. According to Kafka this wasn’t an accurate representation of Stelle. She rolled it up and tucked it back under her bed. The curious girls wrung her fingers.
“Is it… Bigger?”
“Much bigger than that one.”
Firefly pulled her hair to the sides of her face. Her face was burning hot. She was trying to imagine it and couldn’t quite wrap her head around it and wondered if her hand could. This girl can blow away the swarm and was blown away at the heat Stelle was packing. Then the realization that Stelle was crafted like she was and given such an appendage brought up the question as to why that was. Firefly knew her own creation was to fight and die for her creators. Her appearance was incidental. It didn’t sound that way for Stelle?
“Wait, why does she have one and why so big?”
“She was made to house…” Kafka sighed. That part of the story had to be kept a secret for now. “She was created for more than just an ending. She is free like you. Script or no script we choose our destiny. What do you choose?”
The sudden serious tone in Kafka’s voice caught Firefly off guard. She joined the Stellaron Hunters with no ending in mind as she only ever expected her story to end in one way. She didn’t die with her family and here she was given the choice to be more than just SAM. Even if it meant playing that role for someone else. All of the Stellaron Hunters were promised an ending of their choosing by the Writer. Their stories intertwined by choice. It made her wonder what Kafka chose. Why was she here and why did she bother asking? Did Stelle get asked the same question?
“Why are you asking me that?” uncertainty riddled her voice.
“You want to love her, don’t you?” Kafka slashed.
“She loves you, doesn’t she?” Firefly cut back. “She’s your follower. Where are you leading her to?”
Kafka hummed and closed her eyes.
“She’s as much my follower as she is my destination.”
The profound words haunted Firefly.
“You’d let her go?”
Kafka laughed and shook her head.
“She is free to do as she pleases. To try and control her is to try and control a storm.”
The distance between them was closed. Their combative gazes turned into understanding. No matter what Firefly wanted to love and be loved. She didn’t want to be just SAM, she wanted to be herself. She now understood why Stelle followed Kafka. She wanted to improvise as well.
“Stelle. I choose Stelle.”
The door to her room slid open.
“Hey.”
Perfectly timed as if in a sitcom, Stelle walked into Firefly’s room. One arm held up a crate of water bottles by her head and the other arm held several colored towels. One yellow, one magenta, and one emerald green. Firefly was hiding her face in her hands. Kafka looked on amused at the flustered mess and the confused Stelle.
“Did I miss somethin’, mom?” Stelle set the crate down and set the towels on the nearby table. She wasn’t in her coat.
“Not at all, star. Get on over here. I have a lot to teach you both,” Kafka rolled her coat off of her shoulders.
Stelle shrugged and walked over to the both of them. Firefly held her burning face in her hands. The obedient tall girl wanted to pull Firefly’s hands off her face. She really wanted to see her flustered expression. The faintest idea of what was going on or why Firefly meant by choosing her was lost on Stelle. Perhaps they were playing a game or maybe there was a choice on who to dance with. Whatever the case may be Stelle felt her heart warm at the thought of being chosen.
“Star, help me open her up. This lovely lady has to tell you somethin’.”
The flustered mess curled in on herself. The heat was getting unbearable. Gentle hands rubbed her sides and strong hands held hers. When faced with two dangerous women she couldn’t fight them off. Her hands came off her face and into Stelle’s hands. Their faces were close together. The normally blank look on Stelle’s face held a puppy like curiosity. She wanted to know more about Firefly and scanned the red of her face to find an answer.
They stared into each other's eyes.
And stared.
Then they stared some more.
And more.
The staring had gone on for too long. Much more than four seconds. Kafka rolled her eyes and placed a hand on their shoulders. These two were inexperienced. She needed to help them along. They both turned their gazes to the experienced woman. Both of them were flustered in their own way. Red in the face and struggling to keep her mouth from wobbling, Firefly couldn’t speak. Flat faced with her lips shut tight into a line, Stelle didn’t know what to say. Kafka knew how to get this started.
“Star, remember the movie we watched last night?”
“Uhh… Yeah?” she simply responded.
“Does this situation seem familiar?” Kafka winked and darted her eyes to Firefly.
The poor girl didn’t know what they watched last night. She could only hope it wasn’t strange. Her sunset eyes were called back to yellow eyes. It was so hard to tell what Stelle was thinking. She played with an idea in her head. The slightest raise of her brow alerted Firefly that an idea was formed.
The taller girl licked her lips and swallowed. Unconsciously Firefly did the same. Stelle adjusted her stance and locked her fingers with Firefly’s. Her actions were stiff. She was an excellent actor. Knowing her script and acting accordingly. Mimicking the actions of a movie didn’t come naturally to her. Nonetheless she owned it. She leaned in slowly. Firefly was still free to reject her. That rejection never came.
The warmth of embarrassment flowed out and a new warmth took its place. Neither of them didn’t know what it was. They did know they wanted more. Firefly couldn’t believe just how soft Stelle’s lips were. She expected it to be rough. The girl ate like a dog so she expected a dog's lips. Stelle was amazed at the taste on her lips. Intoxicated she wanted more of this meal. Just like in the movie she watched she stuck her tongue out.
Firefly squeaked in surprise when Stelle licked her lips across. Her face was lapped up a second then third time. Maybe Stelle was like a dog. A small laugh brought them out of each other. The older woman shook her head.
“Honestly, I should’ve expected that,” she scooted closer to the both of them. “Don’t worry Star, you did nothing wrong. Come here.”
The grip on her hands tightened. Firefly didn’t like where this was going but didn’t know what to do. Stelle let herself be held onto and be pulled towards Kafka. The woman’s words were enough for her to obey. She trusted her fully and without question.
“This is how you do it.”
Kafka grabbed Stelle by the head and pulled her into a searing kiss. Her lipstick smeared on her star’s lips. Caught off guard by the sensation of a tongue in her mouth, Stelle was taking in all that was given to her. Firefly gasped at the sight. Jealousy swelled in the pit of her stomach and yet a broth of pleasure warmed her up from head to toe. As much as Stelle was learning how to kiss, so was Firefly. Every flick and smack of their lips was a lesson to learn.
Her grip on Stelle’s hands didn’t lighten up. Even if Stelle’s grip had gotten weaker Firefly wouldn’t let go. Not until she got a taste of more. She rubbed her thighs together as the older woman had her way with Stelle’s maw. The kiss broke much to Firefly’s joy. That joy mixed with uncertainty at the sight of Stelle’s slack expression. No doubt the taller girl had her world rocked with a single kiss. The smeared lipstick was proof of who did it to her.
“That was your first lesson. Now show her what you learned,” her command was for both of them.
Stelle picked up her expression and locked eyes with Firefly. The girls knew what they wanted and pulled the other in. Stelle had one extra kiss of experience over Firefly. It was more than enough to dominate the kiss. Firefly did her best to match the taller girl’s fervor. Her own tongue wasn’t enough to compete with Stelle’s long flat tongue. It dove into her mouth and lapped up every bit of her. She didn’t know being overwhelmed would feel so good. There was a hint of a mature taste in the kiss. The flavor of wine with a hint of sweetness from the lipstick. Unexpected yet very pleasant. She desired a kiss of her own from the strange woman.
Her strength was zapped from her and she fell to her back. Stelle kept on her assault. The kisses never seemed to end. Firefly felt her eyes rolling to the back of her head until she felt somethin’ between her legs. Stelle was between her legs with her crotch pressed against Firefly’s. Kafka’s words echoed into her ear. It certainly felt big.
She yelped in shock. Stelle pulled off of her in surprise. The strange woman snickered to herself. She ran her fingers through the yet again flustered girl's hair.
“React like that again and she’ll get soft. She must really like you if she’s this hard already,” she did sound pleasantly surprised. Even a little upset.
Stelle pulled back to stand up fully. Her skirt was straining against her hidden appendage. Firefly sat up in a hurry. Curiosity was in her eyes and fear was in her hands. She shook nervously at the thought of what was hidden in that skirt. She felt a light smack to her arm.
“Don’t look at her like that. She’s more than a piece of meat,” the joking lilt in her voice smacked Firefly more than her hand did.
“I wasn’t- I didn’t mean-”
She was silenced with a peck to her lips. The tender kiss shut her up fast. Firefly didn’t realize how much more she wanted. Her eyes widened at the sight of Stelle’s throbbin mass twitching in her skirt. The tall girl liked what she saw.
The strange woman giggled to herself. These two were hopeless and she wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Stand up, dear. Star is waiting for you,” she pressed her hand into Firefly’s back and helped the innocent maiden stand. “My star, undress. You do the same, dear. Or would you rather I undress you?”
“I can do it myself!”
She started with her coat. Sheepishly her eyes looked up and got an eyeful of cock. Stelle was very obedient. The moment she was asked to undress she had started. She was way ahead of Firefly and stood there naked. Her body was on full display. Long toned legs, immaculate abs, a good layer of fat to smooth out her curves, modest round breasts, and of course her throbbing cock were all exposed. Firefly didn’t know where to look more but her eyes were locked onto the piece of meat pointed at her. She had expected it to be a decent size but not one this big.
Kafka took one of her hands and guided it to Stelle and lifted the girl's chin.
“Keep that mouth open and it might find its way in there,” she giggled into the gawking girl's ear. “Don’t be shy. It’s still Stelle. Feel it. I know you’ll like it.”
Tentatively Firefly let her hand be led to the mass in front of her. She could feel the heat radiating off it before reaching it. The smell reached her nose and fogged her mind. Her fingers reached Stelle and the tall girl let out a gasp. She was red in the face. Firefly couldn’t believe it. This girl hardly ever made an expression and from a single touch she had her blushing. She needed more reactions out of her.
Finally feeling a sense of confidence, Firefly wrapped her hand around Stelle’s cock. She never realized how small her hands were compared to Stelle’s. Earlier when they were dancing she could feel her hand being held by the taller girl but with her cock in hand it made it all the more apparent. Their size difference was fully taken in. This girl can blow away the swarm and was blown away at crush packing heat. She gently stroked the girl's shaft up and down.
“Do you know what this is?” Kafka whispered into her ear.
Firefly gulped. Her eyes locked onto the tool in question.
“It’s Stelle’s… her…”
“Say it, dear.”
“Stelle’s cock.”
The cock in her hand twitched as she said it. Stelle let out a whimper. She loved how she reacted. Her mouth felt dirty having to say it yet she wanted more.
“That’s right. Isn’t my star a lovely girl?” Kafka guided Firefly closer to Stelle.
“She is,” her breathy voice tickled Stelle’s breasts.
Shy touches became firm pumps. The meat in her hand had plenty of length to cover. With a firm pull the head became fully exposed. A bead of fluid dripped out and a dribble of fluid leaked down Firefly’s leg. Lost in her head over the head she uncovered, Firefly didn’t realize Kafka was undressing her. She stood there in her fly wing themed bra and panties. Her panties were wet. Damp at the bottom her arousal was extremely apparent. The sight of her body had Stelle throbbing in her hand.
“Now for the next lesson. Star, touch her. Show her you want her,” Kafka gestured up and down Firefly’s body.
Her eyes gave Stelle all the permission she needed. Her curves were far more feminine then Stelle’s full hips with a full bust. Her thighs fit her stockings very well. Just a little plump for the bands of her undergarments to dig into her. Stelle stepped closer. The head of her cock pressed into Firefly’s abdomen. The yearning girl kept rubbing her cock up and down. Seemingly addicted to the heat in her hand.
Stelle started low. A greedy squeeze to the shorter girl's ass. She made a mental note to get a better feel later. Firefly hummed as Stelle’s calloused hands glided up her sides towards her breasts. Her nerves were on fire. It never felt this good when she touched herself. She lowered her shoulders to have Stelle reach her breasts faster. The ample lumps of tender flesh were head and kneaded. Stelle gave an experimental squeeze. She remembered that some girls were more sensitive than others. Firefly didn’t seem to react so she groped again. There was no reaction. She squeezed some more to no reaction. Then she rolled them in her palms and felt the shorter girl's hand tighten around her cock. A quick glance to her face revealed that Firefly was holding back her reactions.
She wanted her to feel good. She wanted all of her. Unsure of what to do next she continued to play with her breasts. Bouncing them in her bra and kneading them. Anything that got her breath to quicken was done over and over again. Firefly mimicked Stelle’s desire for reaction by using both of her hands to pleasure Stelle’s cock. Tracing the veins along its meaty girth and rubbing circles around the head. Stelle didn’t react as desired and made Firefly feel inadequate.
Pools of wine watched on as the two awkwardly fumbled with each other. It was amusing to watch two virgins go at it. They were far more inexperienced than typical virgins. Kafka was certain that Stelle had never even touched herself before. They needed more guidance and she was willing to give it. But first she wanted at least one of them to ask for it. Her own panties were already damp but she felt the need to temper herself. This was about them, not herself. Firefly turned her head to Kafka. The woman smiled warmly.
“Yes, dear?”
Firefly blushed more at the motherly tone Kafka had.
“What do I do next?”
Stelle turned to ask the same with her eyes.
They were so adorable. Kafka wanted to eat them up then and there. For girls with blood on their hands they were very innocent. Soon enough they’d have a bit more blood on them in a more wholesome way. First things first.
“Some more foreplay will do you two nicely,” the woman slipped her gloves off.
“Fore- what?” Stelle looked at her confused.
“You’ll love it, my star,” Kafka moved the both of them and pushed Stelle onto the edge of the bed. “Sit down and be a good girl.”
Firefly watched as the older woman set a pillow onto the floor and got onto her knees. She gestured for her to do the same and so she did. It didn’t take long for her to see why she had her do that. It wagged in her face. Thick and throbbing it motioned for her touch. What sort of touch? She didn’t know.
“Kiss it.”
Firefly felt her breath leave her.
“Kiss what?”
The woman nudged her aside and pressed a kiss to the tip of Stelle’s cock. Her star shuddered and bit her lip. This was all new to her. Firefly was amazed at what she saw.
“It,” Kafka caressed Firefly to ease the poor maidens' nerves. “Her cock. Kiss it.”
A little kiss came to the side of Stelle’s cock. Then another and another. Kafka laughed and rubbed her star’s thighs up and down.
“Do you like that?”
Stelle nodded and Firefly hummed a yes. Kafka was pleased to see the two girls enjoying themselves. They deserved some happiness. While she did enjoy watching them, an ache in her shorts demanded for more. Not content with watching, she started to kiss the other side of Stelle’s rod.
Little pecks became smooches. Firefly was desperate to please Stelle and Kafka wanted to taste her star up and down. Stelle gasped and twitched. Never in her life did she think anything would feel so good. Every new lesson has shown her new levels of pleasure. She didn’t know what was bubbling up at the base of her dick but she wanted more. Kafka sensed this and took the girl into her mouth. Firefly gasped. Stelle threw her head back and growled. The feeling of a silky warm wet mouth nearly had her bursting.
“M-Mom! Ahh!” she cried out. Her legs tensed up.
Firefly watched as Kafka’s tongue slithered out of her lips to lather circles around Stelle’s cock head. The woman winked at Firefly and slowly lowered her head. Soon every inch of Stelle’s length was taken in. The virgin girl’s eyes widened little by little as every bit of the imposing cock was swallowed by Kafka. The strange woman shut her eyes and a tear dribbled out. This was far more than she could take yet she pushed herself to take every bit of her star. Stelle was fighting back every urge to thrust her hips like a dog. The woman hummed her favorite song and Stelle sang the lyrics. Guttural moans and cries filled the room. Firefly covered her mouth and felt her core heat up.
Before her eyes Stelle was being claimed. Kafka pulled her head back and Stelle laid on the bed to catch her breath. Lipstick was smeared onto her cock. Around the crown, halfway down the shaft, and at its base. Smears to mark her territory. To show how far she could go and claim the girl as her own.
“Think you can manage that?”
Firefly gulped. Swallowing her fear.
“I think I can… How did you-”
“Just relax your throat and if you feel like vomiting don’t commit. Go at your own pace,” her words were laced with challenge as much as sincerity to nurture. “Oh, and remember to have fun,” it was mostly challenge in her tone.
The woman huffed a laugh to herself as she saw Firefly accept the challenge. The virgin maiden pumped her fists to sike herself up. An act she did while in her SAM suit. She was cute like that. Kafka sat on the bed next to the gasping Stelle. Her star was just as cute. Blown away so easily. She was in for quite the time. Firefly placed a kiss on the cock in front of her. Stelle caught her breath and looked down. Kafka placed her hand to her shoulder to keep her from scaring the maiden away. She needed confidence.
Loving eyes looked up and down the coated length. Firefly realized the coated length might go down easier as it is covered in saliva. It made sense why Stelle trusted Kafka with her life. The woman challenged her and made it easier for her to take in such an imposing cock. It didn’t seem so scary now. With a final kiss to the head she parted her lips and took it into her mouth. Her jaw widened as much as it could to accommodate the girth.
The taste wasn’t pleasant. Salty wine with a hint of sugar. The unpleasant flavor should have turned her away with a cough yet she kept her lips tightly sealed around the cock. It was Stelle’s after all. They were made by the stars countless planets apart. If this was destiny then this was the one she wanted. She mimicked the motions Kafka did with her tongue and added somethin’ new by tilting her head back and forth. The move seemed to please Stelle if the throbs and twitches were anything to go by.
As a test she tried to take more in. The moment the engorged head reached her throat she pulled away. She did her best to stifle a cough. That was unsuccessful. Sheepishly she raised her head. Not wanting to see any disappointment but also wanting to be told she did alright. What she saw was neither. Kafka was groping at Stelle’s breast and kissing her. The kiss was far beyond what she saw before. Stelle was a mess in her capable hands.
Firefly felt her core light up. She didn’t want to be out done. The smears of lipstick were a show of what she couldn’t do. She was a maiden in love and wouldn’t have her crush taken from her. Even if she was standing against destiny. She took the cock back into her mouth and bobbed her head up and down. In her mind she knew she was made for war. Designed to die or not she was strong. Her throat stretched and flexed around Stelle’s cock. She could hear her moan into Kafka’s kisses. She wanted those moans to be for her.
So she raised her head and pushed on. The large size of Stelle would be too much for anyone else. Firefly was not them. At least not for long. She reached the first smear of lipstick. The sweet taste of it had reached her tongue. Pride swelled in her throat as the cock did. She felt Stelle buck her hips which caused her to gag. She wrapped her arms around Stelle’s thighs to keep herself locked in place.
Stelle was in a world of bliss. Her breath did not return with Kafka constantly tonguing her throat and pinching her nipples. Any breath she did catch was cast out and lapped up by Kafka. She felt very sensitive and weakly held onto Kafka. The woman was delighted to be held by her star. Stelle felt her body get wracked with pleasure as another gag sounded out. Firefly had taken her inside halfway. Reaching the second mark. After that Firefly struggled to take more in. She got off her knees and raised her ass to the air. Bent over she used the new angle to push forward.
The sensations were too much and Stelle lost control. She bucked her hips forward and felt Firefly’s nose touch her. Her rigid length was engulfed once more in the maiden’s tight throat. The bubbling heat inside of her was ready to be released. Firefly choked and felt trapped. She couldn’t breathe and she didn’t want to. The moans from Stelle were far too intoxicating. The fact that she got her to break when Kafka didn’t set her walls ablaze. Kafka caught on and pulled the choking girl's head back. Firefly wasn’t ready to let go and kept the head in her mouth.
A deluge of warmth flooded her mouth. Her tongue flicked back and forth to taste her crush’s essence. The taste was potent and addicting. Firefly felt her walls clamp down on nothing. Her panties went from wet to soaked. The whites of it were see through as she sprayed through the thin fabric. The potent seed flowed out her mouth as she weakly fell to her butt. Sitting in a puddle of her own fluids as the semen of her crush dribbles out her mouth. She tried to catch her breath but her mouth was full so she kept her mouth wide open and inhaled from her nose.
Her body was slack as she sat there.
The strange woman was impressed at the sight. She didn’t think Firefly would manage to make Stelle cum much take the girl’s length all the way in. She wondered if the fun would end with Stelle having come and to her delight the gasping mess was still maintaining hardness. She was made to be powerful after all. Kafka helped Stelle sit up and gestured for her to look.
Astonishment was written all over Stelle. Seeing Firefly so weak and covered in her seed had her cock stiffen to full mast.
“Be a good girl and stay put. I’ll be back for you.”
Kafka got up from the bed and grabbed the emerald green towel and two water bottles. She handed one to Stelle who immediately started drinking. The other one was set down next to the cum stained girl. She weakly looked up at Kafka.
“Try swallowing it, dear. Or spit it out. I’m sure she won’t mind.”
Halfway through speaking Firefly gulped down whatever was in her mouth. This amused Kafka. The maiden was hopelessly smitten and didn’t even know how smitten she was. Using the towel she cleaned the rest of the semen off of Firefly and some of the girl’s own fluids off the floor. Firefly started to drink from the water bottle. She looked at Kafka with a new feeling within herself. She never had a mother but wondered if Kafka could fill that role for her like she did for Stelle. She was teaching her how to make love after all. That’s probably somehtin’ a mother does.
The thought was cast out as Firefly knew that was not what a mother does but she still wanted Kafka in some way. In a similar way that she wanted Stelle. She didn’t understand people that well, much less the connections between them. All she knew is she wanted to share what he had with Stelle with her as well. The look in Kafka’s eyes let her know that the woman was holding back. Or that’s what she thinks the look is.
“Can you feel your legs, dear?” the motherly tone had Firefly’s core reignited.
“Y-yes,” she tucked her chin in.
“Get up. It’s time for you to become a woman.”
The thought of being more than what she thought of herself brought her off her ass and to her feet. She didn’t need a gentle push this time. She walked over to Stelle and took off her remaining clothes. The cum soaked bra hit the ground and was followed by her slick soaked panties. She saw Stelle’s member twitch at the sight of her bare body. Her pussy ached for more and she would get a lot of it.
“Umm… What do I-”
“Bend over the bed. My star will be returning the favor this time.”
Stelle rose to her feet and watched Firefly bashfully presented herself. Kafka walked to the side of the bed and lightly smacked the soon to be deflowered girl's ass. She squeaked in surprise and hid her face into the sheets. Stelle felt her cock throb. The strange woman snaked a finger into her entrance to test her wetness.
“Oh? She’s definitely ready for you. You’ll still need to put your mouth to use but for now I’ll let it slide. Your girl needs you, my star. Don’t keep her waiting,” Kafka used two fingers to spread the maiden's flower for Stelle to take.
The color pink was ingrained into Stelle’s mind. The unclaimed hole was ripe and ready for her and only her. Her cock throbbed. The moment her cock kissed her entrance they both shuddered. Before she could press herself in further Kafka pressed a hand to her cock.
“Be gentle with her,” her words were a firm warning.
“I will, mom.”
Stelle nodded and Kafka removed her hand. The woman walked around Stelle and held her by her hips. Taking control of her.
“My star,” her voice was all Stelle could feel. “Remember this moment. Savor it.”
Stelle didn’t know why there was sadness hidden in her voice yet understood it all the same. The script ahead was only known to Kafka. Their fate would be unfair to them. For their destiny she would do anything for Kafka and now has more reason to do so. She gave up her control of her own will.
The woman pressed herself into her destiny’s back. Her round breasts pressed close to Stelle’s broad back. Her hips pressed into her ass, pushing Stelle forward at a steady pace. Her cock entered Firefly’s pussy. Spreading her walls apart.
“Remember to breathe. Relax and trust her. My star won’t hurt you.”
Listening to her advice, Firefly did as she was told. She measured her breathing and loosened herself up. Stelle kept control of herself as Kafka pressed her deeper into Firefly. Her walls coiled around Stelle’s meaty cock. The maiden felt herself being split in half. It hurt but she toughed it out. This was most likely as painless as it would be. Given Stelle’s size she’d have to get used to the pain or adapt to it.
Adaptation would come after pain. With a little push her walls were fully breached and she became a woman. A spike of pain shot up through her and she bit the blanket beneath her. Kafka gripped Stelle tightly from behind. Before worry could wash over her Kafka bit her ear.
“Just give her a moment. Don’t worry. She’s a tough lady.”
Kafka continued to nibble on Stelle’s ear and caress her up and down. Keeping her mind off potential woe’s and helping her stay hard. Soon enough the pain Firefly experienced subsided. Her walls loosened up and allowed Stelle to move again. Bit by bit Stelle was pushed into Firefly. Her walls expanded and contracted around the piercing length. Pain gave way to pleasure and then her cervix was kissed. Her body quaked. She felt full and yet Stelle still had more to offer.
“All of it. Give me all of it,” she breathlessly demanded.
Kafka gave her what she wanted. She bucked her hips and forced all of Stelle’s cock into her. She felt full before and now she felt stuffed. A bulge formed on her lower stomach. The visage of Stelle’s cock made it clear how deep she was inside of Firefly. The now fully deflowered girl grit her teeth. Her walls spasmed and she came around Stelle’s cock. The milking force of her orgasm was enough to make Stelle burst inside of her. Her cock spurted straight into Firefly’s womb. Marking her deepest parts with her seed. The two of them grunted and let it all flow. The older woman was both impressed and baffled at Firefly taking all of Stelle in, having an orgasm from just insertion, and making Stelle climax. She didn’t know if it was impressive or pathetic. Maybe both.
“More… Please… More…” Firefly whimpered and wiggled her ass against Stelle.
The tall woman remained hard and got the memo. She began to thrust wildly into Firefly. The recklessness of her thrust began to push Firefly into the bed. Each untempered thrust had the deflowered woman crying out. It was too much for her.
“That won’t do my star,” Kafka took control of Stelle once more with a whisper. “You need to be steadfast. Ramming it in over and over again will break the poor lady. Do it like this.”
Kafka held Stelle’s hips close to hers. Guiding the pace she discovered where Firefly liked it most. The girl moaned and writhed most when her cervix was grinded into. Kafka caught on and fucked Firefly using Stelle. Each roll of her hips showed Stelle how to pleasure the moaning mess with measured thrusts and deep grinds.
“Just Like that. Keep it up. Don’t stop until she has had enough.”
Her words were taken as law.
Stelle clung to Firefly and her walls clung back. Each pull back of Stelle’s cock and Firefly’s pussy held onto it. Her womanhood was desperate to keep Stelle in. Each thrust of her cock kissed her cervix and sloshed her seed deep inside Firefly. They kept at it. Once they were used to the position they would take another. Firefly spun to her back, never dislodging Stelle from her depths. On her back Stelle continued to pump her full of her cum.
Even after another clashing climax from the duo they kept at it. Stelle held onto the shorter woman’s leg and massaged it up and down as she pierced deep into her. Worshiping her leg with kisses and bites. The stocking she wore would tear from her appreciation. This only excited the both of them. After another climax they were left gasping. Firefly was feeling worn out. Her hole was unable to keep any more of her lover's seed and was abused into a dull aching pleasure.
In the fog of euphoria she saw Kafka watching from the side. There was a certain sorrow in her eyes. She always knew more than she let on. Even if their relationship was confusing Firefly knew what she wanted and a look from Stelle she knew what she wanted as well. She pulled Stelle in close and whispered to her. After a bit they pulled apart. Firefly felt empty without Stelle inside her. Her womanhood leaked out copious amounts of semen. The deluge felt heavenly. She was out of it. Stelle was still hard and now she faced Kafka.
“Mom,” she started. “Why are you over there?” an earnest question.
“Where else would I be? I’m making sure you two don’t hurt yourselves. A first time is a special thing that could easily go wrong,” she answered self assuredly. To anyone else she would be believed but to her destiny she wasn’t. A subtle dart of her eyes was enough for Stelle to know she wasn’t telling the full truth. Kafka was never good at lying to Stelle. She could never look her in the eyes when attempting to manipulate her. She didn’t have the heart for it.
“I want you.”
“My star, you already have me. I’ve taught you all I know. I am already-”
“No,” Stelle cut her off. This shocked Kafka. “I want you to be more than that. You said that you are my destiny.”
Kafka’s words were caught in her throat. She swallowed what she really wanted to say. “I am your destiny. Today you are hers. Don’t you thi-”
From behind Firefly ripped Kafka’s shirt open. Buttons flew to the ground and her black lace bra was revealed. Stelle marveled at the impressive breasts held within the black lingerie. Genuinely caught off guard, Kafka looked behind her. At that moment Stelle rushed in and pulled her shirt off. Surprised at their improvised assault, Kafka let them do what they wanted. Truth be told she wanted this. She was content with waiting for her turn with Stelle in the destined future but if she could have her now and later, well, she did say they were free to choose their destiny.
“Alright, alright. Not too rough now. I like these clothes,” she chuckled. “I take it you fancy me as well, dear? Or are you greedy for another woman?”
Her tease had Firefly blushing up a storm. Even after getting rutted she was still so cute.
“Miss Kafka, I want you too. I… I love Stelle and she loves you. You’re both like family to me and…” she mustered up all her courage. “If I can choose my destiny then I want the one where I am me with both of you!” her bold stance was met with awe. Although to her it was awkward silence.
“I mean…” the silence got to her. Anxiety crept in. “If that is fine with both of you. I don’t really get what you are to each other but I want to be like,” she stammered out her words, “lovers and stuff. But also like family and I, err, this is probably weird and-”
Her stammering was silenced with a kiss from Kafka. Grateful and flustered Firefly was glad to be accepted as Kafka was as well.
“You’re such a good girl,” her motherly words had Firefly’s heart fluttering. “My dear,” her not so motherly words had Firefly’s cum filled pussy aching.
Kafka unzipped her shorts and slid them down with her boots. She left her stockings on and ripped a hole where her womanhood was at. Her mature womanly figure was bare for them to see. They were both amazing at her exceptionally gorgeous body. Firefly felt jealous of her figure but also happy to be her lover. Stelle was barely containing her excitement. Her cock throbbed as if it had never come before. Kafka laid her head back and presented her wetness to Stelle.
“My star, show your mom how much you love her.”
By the end of her sentence she was penetrated in full. Her walls expanded in ways she had never felt before. She couldn’t believe that the virgin Firefly could handle this size. It was already too much for her. Firefly herself was still confused by Kafka’s and Stelle’s relationship but the sight of the bulge made by Stelle’s cock sheathed inside Kafka took her focus. She wondered how in the world she was able to handle such a thing. Her pussy still leaked with Stelle’s cum. It felt like it was going to waste.
She wasn’t the only one that thought so.
Kafka pulled Firefly to sit on her face. The lovely lady’s deflowered hole was on the strange woman’s face. Firefly couldn’t get a word out before her tongue came out. Kafka’s tongue was faster than hers and began to lap up Stelle’s seed from within her depths. Stelle got to work and began to rut Kafka. Her cock head was scraping Kafka’s walls in search of her sweet spots as Kafka’s tongue was scraping every bit of cum from Firefly’s folds.
Firefly didn’t know how much more she could handle. Having already lost count of her own orgasm’s she was certain another would kill her. Stelle was a bottomless pit of stamina. Even after fucking Firefly into a puddle she had enough energy to rut Kafka. The three kept going. Stelle felt Kafka tighten around her. Her walls coiled around her cock. Kafka locked her legs behind Stelle to keep her in deep. Stelle had a firm grip on the woman’s hips, her grip leaving handprints behind. Her cock head grinded deep into the woman she called mom. Kafka was losing focus on her own goal of eating out Stelle’s seed from Firefly’s used hole. Her moans and whimpers kept getting in the way.
All three of them reached a climax. Stelle poured herself out into Kafka. Flooding her walls into her furthest depths. Marked too deeply to ever be removed. Firefly shook and quivered as she reached another orgasm. She saw stars and released a sea of stars onto Kafka’s chin. She fell over onto her damp bed. Kafka squirted onto Stelle and cried for her to shoot her load deep inside and never pull out.
The throuple gasped and wheezed together. The stench in the room was getting to be a bit much. Kafka thought it was time to wrap this up. Stelle thought otherwise. Her star lifted her off the bed. Her cock still buried deep inside. Kafka clung to her star and her own weight was used against her. Her full womb was pushed up by Stelle’s cock. She never felt anything like that intense before. The composed woman was gone and a sputtering mess begged for Stelle to keep going.
Firefly lazily turned over and watched Kafka get rutted so deeply and powerfully. She wondered if there was any end to Stelle’s stamina. The answer seemed to be now. It didn’t take long for Kafka to be worn out by Stelle. Each powerful thrust had her seeing the universe. She was going to miss this.
Stelle pumped her full once again. She was a faucet left to run and let it all out into her. Kafka couldn’t see straight and clung to Stelle for security. Kafka knew that any more of this and she wouldn’t be able to carry out their mission in the future. She’d have more time to indulge later. She manifested her webs and pulled herself and Stelle to the bed. Firefly had gained enough strength to get out of their way. Once on the bed Kafka climbed off Stelle and kept the woman down on the bed using her webs. Firefly stared in wonder at Stelle’s still hard cock and at Kafka’s leaking pussy. The older woman snapped her fingers to get her attention.
“Final lesson of the day. Stelle here is quite the insatiable lover. So we will need to deal with that without breaking our delicate lady parts,” Kafka dropped to her knees and pressed her bosom to Stelle’s coated member. “Got the idea, dear?”
“Yes ma’am,” Firefly did the same as Kafka did and pressed her breasts to the other side of Stelle’s cock.
Even with their breasts pressed together to form a tight hole Stelle’s cock peeked out. Firefly didn’t want to say it out loud but she liked how her chest felt against Kafka’s larger breasts. A wink from Kafka let her know that she didn’t need to say it for it to be known.
“Any complaints, my star?”
Stelle shook her head vigorously. The webs weren’t there to keep her down. She was kept down by her own desire. Kafka hummed and began to bounce her breasts up and down. Firefly awkwardly did the same. Eventually Firefly managed to figure out a proper method to use her breasts comfortably. Her nipples rubbed againsts Kafka’s. She shivered every time it happened. Her pink tips got jolts of pleasure from Kafka’s darker buds. Stelle loved the sight of her two favorite people working her shaft together. On its own it brought her worlds of pleasure that her body would never forget.
Each bounce from their soft breasts against her slick covered cock had Stelle feeling content. Her destiny was a good one. These lessons she learned will never be forgotten. She had faith in the script. She will be herself no matter what. Even if she lost her memories. With a final cry she came. Out in the open this time her seed flew out and covered the two women around her cock. Not willing to let a drop go to waste, Firefly took Stelle into her mouth and drank up all she could. After Stelle was done spurting she finally went soft.
In her mouth Firefly felt the impressive cock go limp. She sucked out the remainder of semen within it and looked up to a smug Kafka.
“I’m starting to think you love her more than I do,” her tease was capped off with a kiss. They shared Stelle’s seed in their kiss. “Don’t forget to share next time.”
“I won’t forget,” Firefly whimpered.
They were both covered in cum and exhausted. Firefly’s room was a mess. Their fluids everywhere, her bed covered in sweat and other bodily fluids, and the smell was musty. The dance lessons would have to wait another day or so.
Firefly was happy to be accepted as herself. She didn’t want to be just a weapon but if Stelle can face her destiny head on then so could she. Stelle was grateful to know what she felt wasn’t wrong and to express it freely. She wasn’t a normal girl and that was fine with her. Kafka knew what the future had for them. Fate was cruel but their choices matters.
Their destiny had been decided by themselves.