Grimora's Dark God 2

The amulet was irresistible in Millicent’s hands. It took away from Emelyn and Galsha’s inhibitions so completely that there was nothing Millicent might suggest that they would think extraordinary. It was like they were easily amused guests at a party—a party in Millicent’s honor, where everything she did was cause for celebration.

“I’ve always wondered who had the better physique between the two of you,” she said, putting a quirk into her voice so the leading question pulled her listeners in.

“Well, that’s obvious!” Galsha said with a laugh from deep in her chest. “It’s me!”

Only her words were doubled. Emelyn said the last two at the same time. And when Galsha fixed her with a narrow-eyed stare, Emelyn returned it to her.

Millicent smiled into her cup of tea. “Then I suppose we must put the quandary to a test: take off your clothes and I’ll judge the superior.”

Emelyn did not hesitate anymore than Galsha did. She tucked her hands under the hem of her faded blue tunic and drew it up over her head and arms, then tossed it aside. She smiled with a rush of excitement at winning this engagement. She was as competitive as Galsha, once properly motivated.

Galsha did the same—hooking her arms behind her back to find the clasp of her corset and freed it. The confining undergarment slipped forward, the full hills of her breasts spilling out and jiggling before coming to a plump rest. Her hands slid under her two teats to massage away the redness left by the corset. She’d never get used to wearing human clothes and it felt damn good to go free of them, as she did when among her own people.

She looked down to her chest with a confident smile. They were two lush helpings of flesh, firm and rounded with a lively swing to them. Galsha was proud of her body and had taken care of it since she was a girl. She looked and felt like a maiden just arrived to womanhood.

“Hmph!” Emelyn crowed. With a toss of her head, she sent a cascade of dazzling blonde hair over her sun-freckled shoulders. Her own breasts were as impressive as Galsha’s, she knew, and now she reached down to undo the ties to her trousers. With their tightness lessened, she slipped her fingers under them and her pantalettes, bringing both down off her wiggling hips so she could shimmy them off her legs. Now she was completely naked, exhilaratingly so. Her whole body felt alive.

Galsha had undressed too. She wore no underthing below her kilt; her hips were wide and womanly, supporting a full ass that had no hint of fat. The perfect proportions to match her proud breasts. Just as Emelyn had.

“I must say, you two are well-matched.” Millicent’s amulet glowed as she put a little more magic in it, to make sure Emelyn and Galsha wouldn’t question the words its spell enhanced. “We’ll have to have a tiebreaker. The first one of you to come wins. Fuck each other.”

Neither woman stopped to question why they would make the other come if doing so would lose them the contest. All that mattered was who won the competition. Rules fell aside to join taboos. It was all about who was superior now.

As though commanded to by a slavemaster, Emelyn flew into Galsha’s embrace. Their breasts came together and both evinced shocked smiles at the feel of flesh without any clothes in the way. Galsha’s smile quickly grew into a kiss of Emelyn’s plump lips.

Emelyn went paralytic. This was nothing like being with a man. Galsha’s body was softer and more luscious than she ever would’ve imagined.

As they kissed, their tongues progressed deeper into each other’s mouths. Galsha ran a hand up and down Emelyn’s back. Even the way her fingers felt as they went up and down her spine was different from a man’s touch. Every feminine caress was different and exciting.

Finally, Galsha’s fingers settled along the curve of Emelyn’s ass. And after a brisk squeeze, they lowered even more, to the opening of Emelyn’s womanhood.

Galsha pulled one of Emelyn’s legs up so that it wrapped around her hip. That way she could continue stretching out her hand until it met the bottom of Emelyn’s cunt.

“Ooohh,” Emelyn sighed, voice quivering, as the pads of Galsha’s fingers tested her wet labia.

Galsha pulled one of Emelyn’s lips aside, opening her glossy inner sex to the room’s cool air. That did not long remain the only thing touching her. Galsha’s fingers went to walk this new territory and once again Emelyn thought of how different a woman’s fingers were from a man’s.

No one had ever touched Emelyn’s cunt as Galsha did now. Maybe because Galsha was woman herself and knew what felt best to a woman’s core. Or maybe Galsha simply knew how to touch a female. Either way, it was the best thing Emelyn’s cunt had ever felt.

With her fingers still stroking the dripping folds of Emelyn’s sex, Galsha lowered her body. Her mouth broke away from Emelyn’s lips, finding brief perch on points on her neck, but only kissing and licking there so much before she was on her way.

In no time at all, Galsha’s face was buried in Emelyn’s bust. Her tongue ran over the nipples. Then she took them into her mouth, teeth seeming to test how fiercely they could be bitten before pleasure turned into pain.

“Ahh! Galsha!” Emelyn gasped as the onslaught brought her to the perfect midpoint between good feelings and ill. “Oh! Sweetling! Ghhh!”

As Galsha’s teeth and tongue took turns on Emelyn’s nipples, her fingers stroked more strongly at her cunt. Galsha’s middle finger joined those already splitting Emelyn’s flowing womanhood. Emelyn moved her body, waving it as if a puppet moved by the touch inside her. And Galsha’s body followed hers, clinging to it, still fingering and still sucking no matter where Emelyn went.