The library, typically a bastion of scholarly silence, played host to an unexpected symphony of whispers and soft moans as Le Fay Pendragon and Ravel Phenex found themselves in a heated debate over whose pussy deserved the tender kisses of the other. Their eyes locked in a fierce battle of desire, each eager to claim victory in the most intimate of contests.
Le Fay, the cute foreign girl with the unmistakable blue hat and cape, couldn't help but blush at the audacious proposal. "R-Ravel-sama, I-I'm not sure if that's such a good idea," she stammered, her cheeks as pink as the ribbon that adorned her dress.
Ravel, the stunning young girl with the fiery spirit to match her golden eyes, leaned in closer, her twintails bobbing with each seductive word. "Why not, Le Fay-sama?" she challenged, a wicked grin playing on her lips. "We're both here, aren't we? And we both know what we want."
The tension between them was palpable, as if the very air was charged with the electricity of unbridled lust. They were two queens, each vying for the throne of the other's pleasure.
"Fine," Le Fay finally conceded, a glint of mischief sparkling in her gaze. "But how do we decide who goes first?"
Ravel's grin widened. "I know just the thing," she said, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "We'll make it a challenge. Three rounds of sex. Whoever makes the other cum twice first wins. And the prize?"
Le Fay's breath hitched. "The prize?"
"The prize," Ravel confirmed, "Is to have your pussy worshipped by the loser."
The room seemed to close in around them as they considered the stakes. It was a bold wager, one that neither was prepared to back down from. The thrill of competition melded with the heat of their desire, creating a potent cocktail of anticipation.
"But what if we tie?" Le Fay asked, her voice barely audible.
Ravel's eyes gleamed with excitement. "Then, we'll just have to go for a fourth round," she said, her voice dripping with suggestion.
And with that, the challenge was set. The stage was a table nestled between the dusty tomes and ancient scrolls, the perfect setting for a battle of love and lust. They began to undress, each movement a silent declaration of intent, their uniforms discarded like armor before a duel.
Le Fay took the initiative, placing a dainty foot on the table's edge. "Round one," she announced, her voice steady despite the racing of her heart. "We shall use only our feet."
Ravel, equally eager, nodded. She mirrored Le Fay's pose, her toes curling in anticipation. "You're on," she said, her own voice a low purr that sent a shiver down Le Fay's spine.
Their legs intertwined, bare skin sliding against bare skin as they worked themselves into a rhythm that was both mesmerizing and erotic. Le Fay's foot found its way to Ravel's inner thigh, her toes gently stroking the soft, sensitive flesh. Ravel gasped, her eyes fluttering shut as she felt the first stirrings of pleasure.
"Concentrate, Ravel-sama," Le Fay teased, her own toes dancing closer to the promised land. "We can't let the prize slip away so easily."
Ravel's eyes snapped open, a determined glint in them. She focused her efforts, her foot sliding up Le Fay's leg, reaching for the damp warmth that beckoned. The sound of their breathing grew ragged, their moans a symphony of need.
Le Fay was the first to break, her toes curling around Ravel's swollen clit, applying just the right amount of pressure. Ravel's body arched, her back bowing as she let out a cry that echoed through the library. Her eyes rolled back, and stars danced in her vision as she climaxed hard on Le Fay's foot.
"One for me," Le Fay whispered triumphantly, a smug smile playing on her lips as she watched Ravel try to regain her composure.
Ravel took a moment, her chest heaving, before she nodded. "Let's continue," she said, her voice shaky but filled with determination.
"Round two," Ravel announced, her eyes gleaming with a fiery passion. She gracefully hopped onto Le Fay's lap, straddling her. The air around them grew thick with the scent of arousal, their bodies pressing together in a dance that was both tender and fierce. "This time, I'll show you the true power of a Phenex," she whispered, her breath hot against Le Fay's ear.
With a flick of her wrist, Ravel invoked her demonic powers. Le Fay's body levitated off the table, her legs wrapped around Ravel's waist. "Oh my," she gasped, her eyes wide with surprise and excitement.
"Hold on tight, Le Fay-sama," Ravel murmured, her hands cupping Le Fay's breasts. She began to steer Le Fay's body through the air, using her lover's soft mounds as a pair of exquisite steering wheels. Each gentle squeeze and caress sent Le Fay spiraling through waves of pleasure, her moans echoing through the once-silent library.
Le Fay's hands found their way to Ravel's shoulders, her nails digging in as she felt the heat of Ravel's pussy grinding against hers. The sensation was unlike anything she had ever felt, the friction setting her skin alight with a fiery need.
"You're doing so well, Ravel-sama," she breathed, her voice thick with desire. "But are you sure you're in control?"
Ravel smirked, her eyes never leaving Le Fay's. "Oh, I'm quite in control," she assured, her hips moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm that had Le Fay squirming. "And I'm about to show you just how much."
With a surge of power, Ravel pushed Le Fay's body into a spin, the blonde's hat flying off in a whirl of fabric. They moved in a mesmerizing circle, their pussies rubbing together with a slick, wet sound that filled the room.
"Ravel-sama," Le Fay gasped, her eyes rolling back. "It's... it's too much."
"Good," Ravel purred, her grip tightening on Le Fay's breasts. "That's exactly what I want to hear."
Le Fay's body grew taut as the pleasure built within her, her legs trembling. "I-I think... I'm going to..." she managed to choke out.
"Then come for me," Ravel whispered, her breath tickling Le Fay's ear. "Let me feel your sweet release."
The words were all the encouragement Le Fay needed. Her body shuddered as she climaxed, her pussy clenching around nothing their bodies moving in perfect harmony. "A-Aaahh!" she screamed, her voice resonating through the library.
Ravel felt the warm flood of Le Fay's clear cum, a sticky wetness that only served to fuel her own desire. She didn't stop moving, her hips grinding harder and faster, her eyes never leaving Le Fay's face. "You're so beautiful when you cum," she murmured, her voice a sweet caress against the other girl's ear.
"Ravel-sama, I... I can't," Le Fay gasped, her breathing ragged. But Ravel was relentless, her own orgasm building like a volcano about to erupt.
"Yes, you can," Ravel urged, her voice a seductive purr. "Cum for me again, Le Fay-sama."
Le Fay's eyes rolled back, her body responding to Ravel's command. She could feel another wave of pleasure approaching, a tidal wave that threatened to consume her. "I'm... I'm..."
And then it hit. Her pussy spasmed, and she let out a scream that was music to Ravel's ears. The clear liquid spurted out, covering Ravel's pussy and a few drops even hitting the ground below.
But Ravel wasn't done yet. She kept moving, her own climax building, her teeth gritted in determination. "One more," she growled, her hands moving to pinch Le Fay's nipples, sending a fresh jolt of pleasure through the blonde's body.
Le Fay's eyes flew open, meeting Ravel's intense gaze. "R-Ravel-sama... please..." she begged, her voice a whimper.
"Almost there," Ravel assured, her voice strained. "Cum for me."
And then it happened. Ravel's body tensed, her pussy clenching around Le Fay's, and she came hard. The force of her orgasm sent them both tumbling backward, their legs still entwined, landing on one of the plush couches scattered throughout the library.
As they lay there, panting and spent, Ravel leaned down to press a gentle kiss to Le Fay's flushed cheek. "You're mine now," she murmured, her voice thick with satisfaction.
Le Fay's eyes fluttered open, a soft smile playing on her lips. "I suppose I am," she conceded, her body still quivering with the aftershocks of her orgasms.
They took a moment to catch their breath, the only sound in the library the occasional thump of a book falling from its shelf as their passionate cries echoed through the hallowed halls.
Ravel looked down at their intertwined bodies, a smug smile playing on her lips. "Looks like I won this round," she said, her voice teasing.
Le Fay couldn't help but laugh, the sound light and airy. "Perhaps," she conceded, "but the night is still young."
Their eyes met, and the unspoken challenge hung in the air. The battle of the pussies had only just begun, and both girls were eager to see who would ultimately emerge the victor. But for now, they lay in a tangled mess of limbs, basking in the afterglow of their shared passion.
Le Fay rolled Ravel onto her back, her own pussy already glistening with the promise of victory. "Your move, Ravel-sama," she said, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of her lips.
Ravel's smirk grew as she wrapped her legs around Le Fay's slim waist. She knew that Le Fay had a few tricks up her sleeve, but she had a few of her own. "You think you can handle this?" she asked, her voice dripping with confidence.
Le Fay leaned down, her breath hot against Ravel's neck. "We'll see," she murmured, her hands moving to cup Ravel's breasts. She squeezed gently, watching the other girl's expression tighten with pleasure.
They began to rock their hips together, their pussies pressing firmly against each other. The friction was exquisite, a delicious warmth that spread through their bodies like wildfire. Ravel's eyes fluttered shut as she felt Le Fay's hips moving in a steady rhythm that had her own body responding in kind.
But Le Fay had a secret weapon, one that she hadn't used yet. She whispered an ancient incantation, her voice barely audible. A soft glow emanated from between her legs, and suddenly, her pussy began to pulse, drawing in Ravel's sensitive flesh.
Ravel's eyes shot open, surprise etched across her face. "What sorcery is this?" she gasped, her legs tightening around Le Fay's waist.
Le Fay chuckled, the sound low and seductive. "A little something from my days in the House of Pendragon," she said, her eyes gleaming with mischief.
The spell was potent, and Ravel felt her own pussy being drawn into Le Fay's, the sensation unlike anything she had ever experienced. It was as if Le Fay's pussy had a mind of its own, seeking out Ravel's most sensitive spots with an unerring precision that left her breathless.
"I-I'm not sure I can hold out much longer," Ravel admitted, her voice strained.
Le Fay leaned in closer, her lips brushing against Ravel's ear. "That's the point, isn't it?" she whispered, her voice a siren's call. "Now cum for me, my love."
With a gasp, Ravel succumbed to the pleasure, her body arching off the couch as she came hard. Her pussy clenched around Le Fay's, and she could feel the warmth of her own juices mingling with the blonde's.
As they lay there, panting and trembling, Le Fay leaned down to claim Ravel's lips in a kiss that was both fierce and tender. "Now, who's going to worship whom?" she murmured against the other girl's mouth.
Ravel's eyes sparkled with mischief as she reached up to trace the line of Le Fay's jaw. "I think we both know who won that round," she said, her voice a purr.
Le Fay pulled back, a sly smile playing on her lips. "Perhaps you're right," she conceded, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "But a true warrior doesn't dwell on past battles. She looks to the future."
Ravel sat up, her long, dark hair spilling over her shoulders. "Very well," she said, her voice filled with determination. "Let's proceed to round three."
Le Fay giggled, her cheeks still flushed from their earlier exertions. "You're eager, aren't you?"
"I'm always eager to serve you, Le Fay-sama," Ravel replied, her eyes shining with affection. She leaned down, her tongue flicking out to taste the sweetness of Le Fay's cum that still coated the blonde's pussy.
Le Fay gasped as Ravel's mouth closed around her clit, the warmth and wetness sending shockwaves through her body. "Oh, Ravel-sama," she moaned, her hands tangling in Ravel's hair.
Ravel's tongue danced over Le Fay's sensitive flesh, savoring every drop. She could feel Le Fay's thighs quivering against her cheeks, and she knew her girlfriend was close. "Come for me," she murmured, her voice muffled against Le Fay's pussy.
Le Fay's body tensed, and then she was shattering again, her hips bucking as she came hard. Ravel eagerly drank in her cum, the taste a sweet victory on her tongue.
When Le Fay had ridden out the last waves of her orgasm, she pulled Ravel up to meet her for a deep, passionate kiss.
"Ravel-sama," Le Fay moaned, her voice strained. "Please, I need... I need more."
As they collapsed onto the couch besides each other. Ravel sat up, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Now, will you please make your pussy suck on mine again?" she asked, her voice a purr.
Le Fay's eyes lit up with excitement. "With pleasure," she said, leaning in to kiss Ravel once more.
Their tongues danced together as they repositioned themselves, their bodies a tangle of limbs and passion. Ravel spread her legs wide, and Le Fay slid down to nestle between her thighs.
"I love you," Ravel murmured as Le Fay's pussy met hers, the wetness mingling.
"And I love you," Le Fay replied, her voice filled with emotion.
Their moans filled the library, the sound echoing off the high ceilings and bookshelves. They were two goddesses of love, worshipping each other's bodies in a sacred rite that only they could understand.
As Le Fay's pussy began to suck on Ravel's, the latter's eyes rolled back in ecstasy. "Oh, Le Fay-sama," she moaned, her voice a sweet symphony of pleasure.
Le Fay felt her own arousal growing, her pussy pulsing in time with Ravel's. She knew she would cum again, and she wanted to make it last as long as possible.
They moved together, their bodies in perfect harmony. The world outside the library faded away, leaving only the two of them and the fire that burned between them.
And as they climaxed, their pussies melded into one, sharing their love and desire in a way that only lovers can. It was a moment of pure, unadulterated bliss, one that neither would ever forget.