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Our Hearts Agape (CasualVelociraptor x Cantarella)

Elissa paused in her oral affections, tilting her chin up to lock her eyes on Susan's. Her sister's writhing, the moans that poured forth from her honeyed throat, were like not unlike distant whalesong to the mermaid. A call to her ancestral homeland.

Susan Kipps, her summer sister, her only friend- she was home, a place that held her heart. And now, Elissa held her quivering womanhood in her hand, a pulse not unlike the heart within her breast. Ah, but to hold such an intimate part, such a forbidden part... to witness Susan writhing beneath her tongue and around her fingers, embracing those digits as though as in a hug...

It was as though all of creation smiled at her. There was nothing better, not in all of the worlds, here and unseen.

Propriety be damned, she resigned herself to thinking as she coiled her fingers within Susan's needy quim. She only needed Susan's love. The rest could burn.

"Please, there is nothing to apologize for," Elissa purred in her liquid tones. "In fact, you should be rejoicing. This is brand new, the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. The books, the drawings, none of it could have prepared me for this. Nor has it been adequate enough to encapsulate the true beauty of it. Nor of you." She adjusted herself, sleek body shimmering wetly as she laid atop Susan, belly to belly, fingers still within her. Her lips hovered just over Susan's, sweet, coated with her essence.

"Cry out into my mouth, my darling. Just this once. Next time? I want to hear you scream, unrestrained. But now is not the time for that." A chuckle before her mouth clamped over Susan's, wet tongue sliding betwixt her lips, imploring entrance as she continuously worked her fingers in and out of Susan.
 
Almost from the moment Elissa moved into her sex, Susan had been barely hanging on to the edge of pleasure with all her might, out of a desire to let the sensations from Elissa's fingers and mouth spread joy throughout her whole body that would last as long as possible, until they took root in her soul and became a part of her, finally lifting the gloom of loneliness. But now, with Elissa fingering her cunt that was crying its own tears for Susan? Forget it. The paperfly could no longer resist her darling sister, even if she had ever wanted to or even wanted to know how, and now her entire quim vibrated with the force of her orgasm.

At last, as their lips sealed the girls together, a muffled, "I fffucking love you, Lissyyyy" passed from the shaking heart and squeaking voice of the toned body writhing beneath the impossibly loving mermaid lying above her and shielding her from everything else.

Then, to both their surprise, a true melody, from inside the deepest core of their shared being, and simultaneously from everywhere and nowhere, filled their ears and minds. All Susan could think now was, I'm finally at peace. I have my...person now. If only, if only I could make her my wife. But that's okay for now. I just...have her, and that's enough.

This peaceful composition, played on their heartstrings, enraptured and encircled them both as they floated away on a new cloud of emotional safety that they'd made together, which was more fulfilling in both their post-climactic than even the dopamine unlocked by both their ecstasies.

Once her mind was done being fucked with, Susan cooed into her beloved's ear, "I'll cry into your mouth, or on your neck, or into your tummy, or your pussy, or out loud for the whole universe to hear...wherever you want my tribute to you, there it will be. I've adored you for my whole goddamn life, Elissa Cobb, and now I'm yours. I- I wish I could do more tonight, and make you scream as many times as you need as well. But, I just want to hold you for a little while, before we have to retreat to our separate rooms..."
 
It was as though Susan's womanhood had become its own being, wrapped tight and pulsing around Elissa's fingers. It was a wondrous thing, like a living heart within her hand. A heart that wept the sweetest nectar Elissa had ever had the pleasure of tasting, slick upon her lips and chin, intermingled with the warmth of the bath water.

Nothing existed outside of them at that moment. Nothing else mattered. Not when Elissa could revel in her sister's delectations, hear her cries muffled into her mouth, both sister savoring the sweetness of Susan's nectar upon dancing, pressing tongues. Elissa's free hand flowed upward, fingers light and spry and agile, the touch butterfly-light upon Susan's skin. Moved from pressing at the inside of Susan's toned thigh, up the flat plane of her belly, past her pert brown nipples, to entangle in her hair, massaging her scalp as Elissa kissed her tenderly while fucking her with her fingers.

The reward came quickly and explosively, Susan's entire body tingling with delight, her dew-dropped womanhood pulsing and quivering and her lust sated. When it was over, Elissa slipped her fingers out, and, dainty pink tongue darting out, catching the dew of Susan's bliss upon it, savoring every bit she had to offer.

"Shhh, Suzie, my darling," Elissa cooed, lying against her darling paperfly with all of her weight, chin pillowed by the heel of her pale hand, her tail curled back over onto itself with her fins fanned out over the curve of her ass and onto her lower back. Blue hair spilled every which way, drifting in the warm water, blanketing her back. "We don't have to think about any of that now. No talk of separation, none of it. For at any time, you can creep into my room and do what you will with me, my sister, my beloved, my summer sun. Lie with me, just for awhile more. Please?" She implored her, humming along to the melody that had begun to play in her head.
 
Lie with me in bed, then. In OUR bed, if you cannot bear any talk of us being apart. For the mere thought of being able to hold, and being held by you as we drift off to sleep tonight would sustain me through anything. And then I wish with all my might to see your wonderful eyes light as you awake next to me, my darling. I could never tire of that, not if I was to die tomorrow, and not if I live a thousand years on this rock.

That was what Susan wanted to say, anyhow. But she knew that what she wanted was impossible, for apparently the gods themselves, if such existed, had deigned their simple desires to be with the one they loved the most as treachery, on a level with murder or other such offenses.

And yet, she couldn’t even entertain the thought of putting distance between her and Elissa, so tightly were their souls wrapped around and through one another. Again, if such a thing existed. Still, it made for a handy metaphor for...something; but Susan didn’t know what yet. Instead, she just let her sister hold her as the paperfly’s entire body basked in the most incredible sense of bliss and calm.

Then Susan looked up at her pale beauty, blue hair draping over her bun, and Susan’s head on her firm breasts. With that, she closed her eyes, kissed Lissy’s cleavage and sighed, “The only thing that would make tonight even better, is if we did in fact return to your room, so that I may experience one last moment of beauty before...” I retire to my own quarters for the night was left unsaid. “Anyway, I want to see your human form. All of it. And make sure you know how I adore any shape you take.” Susan whispered that last part with a suggestive lick of her ear, while her own pussy throbbed.

“Although, my legs are quite jellied at present,” Susan giggled, “and so I may need your help reaching your bed. Perhaps by leaning on you after I get dressed, I may be able to help avoid suspicion.
 
Elissa's mouth, that queer, plump, humanlike pink thing, arced upwards, curving with a smile, her teeth a string of pearls in a moist, pink mouth. Perched above her sister, her skin buzzed as she hummed along with the tune in her head, a deep vibration in her chest and belly. She blinked blissfully down at her Suzie. If this moment lasted forever, she thought, it would still end too soon. This had to have been what the Dreamscape was wrought of: pure pleasure, a complete cessation of all discomforts.

This was bliss.
This was pure rapture.
But even then, it had to end, and Elissa loosed a gentle whine at the reminder, her smile faltering... until it rose again.

"Well, my sunbeam... If you cannot walk, I will carry you." She murmured huskily, planting a playful kiss upon Suzie's mouth, drawing her lip into her mouth before giggling and disengaging. She reached behind Susan's back to pull the plug on the bath, the warm water burbling through the drain as it slipped down. As happy as Elissa Cobb would have been to stay in the tub forever, perched atop her Suzie, it could not be done.

When the water sank down about halfway, Elissa split her tail back into two legs, the gray, rubbery tail and its fins forming into two white legs, the legs that humans had. The same legs as her paperfly's, albeit whiter and more plump than Suzie's. Planting her free hand on the porcelain of the tub underneath, Elissa sat up, bubbles adhering to her ass, her legs, and what lie betwixt those plush thighs of hers. She hopped out of the tub, one leg at a time, before bending at the waist, giggling melodically.

"Well, my darling?" She chirped good-naturedly. "Shall you require a chariot to carry you to my quarters for a little longer?"
 
“I think I may not need an escort after all,” Susan grinned as she stepped out of the tub of her own accord.

The fact of her legs quivering from pleasure, and her lightheadedness from the euphoria of climax, had not in truth suddenly changed. But then her sister’s delicate- still cherubic, really- body had fully revealed its land form, and even though Susan knew Elissa was a mermaid, seeing her in human form was the most pleasing thing she’d beheld today.

Every perfect little detail of Elissa, the most natural wonder of the world- from her head and her tiny toes to the bubbles framing the wet land pussy, untouched by hands other than Elissa’s own, that Susan desperately wanted to make twinge for her- stirred something primal within the paperfly. Before Elissa could reply to anything from her sister’s mouth, both women’s mouths were glued to each other and could not say anything except for mumbled praise and reiterated devotion.

“But I think you may need to be the one carried to her room after I’m done with you,” Susan winked. “It’s time to show you how we treat our women above the waves.”

Of course, many of these principles applied to both worlds, and while steadying Susan deftly kissed, licked and caressed her upper torso just as she had before. In addition, she included a little more playful nipping of the fat of her breasts, licking of her belly button, and suckling on each of her teats until Elissa would be near the point of pleasure again, which wouldn’t take very long for her still nubile body, at which point Susan would withdraw. But Susan would ignore any and all protestations to just take her already, as she knew that Elissa would thank her later.

The real surprise would begin with Susan lifting Elissa by her bubble covered ass as Susan knelt down on the floor. Once Elissa’s legs were firmly resting on her back, Susan grinned, “Hold onto the dresser behind you tight, baby” and then began tasting her sweetest cream in this unusual position.
 
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In her human form, Elissa was completely indistinguishable from a human woman, down to the downy tuft of blue hair at the meeting of her thighs- and what lie beyond that little triangular tuft, a pussy prettily contained, nary a bit of her internal folds peering through her lips, not unlike a treasure chest meant to be plundered by the skillful hands of a paperfly. Her legs were perfectly formed, the same milky white as the rest of her upper body, instead of the silvery grey that her tail had been just moments prior before she separated it.

Her giggle and returned quip died in her throat, replaced by a gentle gasp as Elissa's lips locked over hers once more, and out of sheer instinct, Elissa embraced her, bosom pressed to bosom, her white hands roving Susan's toned, tanned body, from shoulder, to flank, to the curve of her ass, pinching the firm flesh there before moving up to cup a breast even as Susan's tongue lapped at her own nipples. Elissa's head fell back, her moan muffled by her own hand, even as she pinked at the cheeks and ears, even the yoke of her bare shoulders.

"Ah, my Susie, your mouth... I've never felt anything so magical," she breathed, gazing at her sister with utmost desire, love, and devotion in her dark eyes, batting her thick lashes. Her pink nipples had gone taut again, and with the parting of her thighs at Susan's insistence, she shimmered with the dew of her want. The loss of that mouth from her breasts near drew a plaintive whine from the mermaid.

And with her legs parted, she was just as human as Susan. Gone was the long, thalassic slit, the large, overdeveloped clitoris, instead, delicate, petal-like folds, and underneath, the quim itself, the hole pulsing and gripping at the air, as though in wait for what was to come. She found her back pressed against the dresser, eyes briefly widened, a query rising upon her lips, one cut off as Susan bade her grip behind as she was lifted up, thighs parted with Susan betwixt them.

"Wait, what are- OH!" Elissa bit her lip to dull the sudden pleasured cry that escaped, her head falling back, eyes going half-lidded, her toes curling on Susan's back. Already, she throbbed in response to her tongue, and Elissa was hard-pressed not to lower one hand from gripping the dresser behind her to her lips to muffle the moans that spilled forth with each lick, each benediction of her sister's sweet tongue.

"Ah, god, Susie," she panted, head thrown back, vision hazy with want. "Just- just like that, please, don't stop..."
 
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Susan also made a comparison to treasure in her head, for the moans from Elissa's little lungs, the squirms that she made, the way her toes dug in to the olive skin of her back...every touch and motion that Elissa could perform on her were all things she would treasure about tonight. And to think that she of all people was getting the chance to make Elissa, such a human work of art with such a priceless value, feel valued in the way that Susan always wished someone would have valued her was intoxicating.

She was too focused to be able to reply to Elissa's beseeching cries. If she had, she would have said...

To "Ah, my Susie, your mouth... I've never felt anything to magical": "And I have never anything as delightful and heavenly as your ambrosia.”

To "Wait, what are- OH!": "Aw, you're cute when you're all blushing and scared."

And finally, she did reply to "Ah, god, Susie. Just- just like that, please, don't stop..." by slapping a hand over Elissa's mouth, because it was a little loud. That, and there was a great big yawn from their hibernating bear of a father and some movement from downstairs. He shambled along the floor for a moment, paused. Then the chain for the bathroom toilet- a much nicer one than the one they had at home- was pulled, and the toilet having flushed, their father yawned again and made the floor tremble with his every ponderous step.

Once it was clear nobody was passing by, the paperfly did what she did best...carry a package from one point to another. She effortlessly tossed Elissa over her left shoulder, then slid down the bannister (and naked, which was no easy feat for her thighs or crotch). After landing on the points of her toes to reduce the noise from the landing, she sprang up off the floor and along the wall with her momentum. She then pushed off the wall, landed on a pile of shoes, and pushed down on the handle firmly to quietly open the door.

All while still holding Elissa's bare bottom to the sky and the rest of her body over her durable shoulders like a sack of flour.

In moments, Elissa was deposited on the bed in her room, and Susan wasted no time kissing her with even more of a fervent lust in her eyes, in her breath, in her heaving bosom, for her little sister.

"Oh, fuck...oh. Fuck! OH, FUCK!" was all Susan could say for a while as she couldn't believe what she'd just pulled off. But it was worth it to have the love of her life beneath her, pussy trembling from one orgasm already, face looking all innocent and tempting at once, and her face flushed with love.

"Put a pillow over your mouth, my darling. You'll need to get used to that most nights," Susan panted when she came up for air. With a wink, though, she dived right back into the depths of Elissa's quivering sex.

"And you know why?" she asked before fingering and licking and sucking her without mercy one more time, to drive to her ultimate goal. "Because I'm never going to stop loving you. I'm not going to grow tired of seeing this every night. And I certainly have an endless appetite for your cum."
 
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Elissa was blissed out.

With each flick of Susan's tongue upon the little nub that had become the only part of her that mattered anymore, her pale thighs trembled in waves. Her toes dug into Susan's back, and her arms scrabbling along the dresser behind her, head tilted back and her mouth gaping, fishlike. Had she been in her mermaid form, her gills would have been flared wide, drawing more and more air into her lungs.

She was giddy with want.

Dizzy with lust.

Her slit wept into Susan's mouth, sweet and ambrosial upon her tongue. She could not speak- merely grunt and moan, buck her hips forward into that sweet sensation, that agile, pink muscle, working her core, supping upon her most forbidden of places. She was nearing completion, her back arching, her breathy exclamations growing-

Until Pa- had to be Pa, with those lumbering footsteps, that overly loud yawn in that usual paternal way- woke, yawned, flushed the toilet, and yawned again before shambling by, half asleep. She froze, as Susan did mid-lick, like a cat being distracted while grooming. And, before she knew anything more, Susan had draped Elissa across the yoke of her shoulders, naked as the day she was born, her luminously pale bare ass pointed up at the ceiling, water still dripping from her blue hair and the bubbles from the bath leaving a trail as Susan skidded down the banister, hopped off the wall as though gravity did not rule her, as it ruled all, with its invisible hand.

Elissa would have cried out in shock and awe, but instead, all the while, she kept her hand firmly pressed to her mouth, muting any noise that would have spilled forth from her lips, instead barely managing a strangled gasp. Before she knew it, she was in her room again, sprawled on her pretty floral sheets in her brass-framed bed, arms and legs spread, head cradled by her lacy pillows.

She opened her mouth, a query etched upon her membrane, but it was wiped away, leaving but a clean slate as once more, Susan's lips were upon hers, tongues dancing along each other as they clung together, body upon body. Once Susan extricated herself from her mouth once more, Elissa gazed up at her, a mess, really, her hair in such disarray, water and soap dripping from her, wetting the bed.

It would be intermingled with a wetness of a completely different sort soon.

Immediately, Susan dove into her core once more, those agile, skilled fingers, that experienced mouth at work, and Elissa could not muffle the cry that tore from her lips. She gripped the pillow, dropping it over her face and pressing into it as she gyrated with sated pleasure beneath her Suzie, her summer girl, her brilliant incandescence. A thirst that was slaked at the hands of her best friend, her most trusted companion.
 
Once Elissa covered her face with the pillow, Susan knew that the end was upon her. That she had successfully made her beautiful sister have the best orgasms possible in both worlds. That she could now embrace her dearest, yet forbidden lover and drink in the sight of messy hair, sweat glistening on skin, cute little breasts heaving up and down with arousal that, like a cup of tea, boiled hot and was intense to drink right away, yet became no less tasty for eventually cooling and spreading throughout her body instead of just her firmed up nipples and now much less innocent vagina.

Susan initially had had an evil idea in her head to push Elissa's body even further up the mountain of pleasure; to truly make Elissa submit with another four orgasms, for six in total as Jesse and Kelly had done to her. It was even more amazing, however, to just hold Elissa through the night, and gently touch all the other areas of her skin that Susan loved in a gentle manner until they both fell asleep.

Then, the next morning, Susan transitioned from a pleasant but incomprehensible dream (or was it just that she was forgetting?) to a much better one (or did she wake up?) that unfolded right in front of her (or did it?), as a very sexy something stirred under the blanket and Susan's slit was awakened by warmth accompanied by a "slip" sound, repeated slowly yet frequently. Delicate and powerful, like their love.
 
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Elissa wasn't sure if she had ever slept as well as she did that night. She coiled around her sunshine girl, her delicious and delightful best friend and sister. Body pressed to body, Elissa's considerably warmer body radiating heat against Susan's cooler one, as though to protect her from catching a chill from their forays in the storm, from leaving the tub still dripping wet.

Pressed together, they were sunshine and moonlight, summer and winter, ocean and land, so different from one another and yet at the same time, very much the same. But such musings bothered Elissa little as she slept, a deep, dreamless sleep, waking at the rising of the sun upon her cheek, rays of light warming her there, dappled as it was by her lacy curtains. Elissa's lashes fluttered, and instead of her usual flinging of her arm over her eyes to block out the steady illumination of her room, she cracked them open to regard Susan' safe still in her arms.

At the mere sight of her, the press of her flesh against hers, Elissa's cunt tightened. all the way up to her belly, cramping there and briefly stealing the breath from her lungs, the tiny slits on the underside of her jaw briefly flaring, as she made no attempt to conceal them anymore. At least, not here, where she intuitively knew she was safe.

Elissa hadn't thought Susan could be anymore beautiful before, but now, she knew she was mistaken. In repose, Susan was fully relaxed, serenity writ upon her features, her comfort absolute. Her fingertips were curled delicately, breath coming in measured inhales and exhales, her hair in dreamy disarray.

And in that moment, All Elissa desired was to taste her.

She mermaid ducked under the sheets, wiggling, belly-down, below Susan's waist. She gently parted her well-muscled thighs, fingers coiling at the divots at her hips. And, opening her mouth, she nudged the cleft of Susan's pussy, coaxing the lips to part. Even in the dimness under the lacy, embroidered blanket with its floral motif, Susan's slit looked absolutely delectable, even relaxed as it was.

Well, not for long.

Elissa's tongue peeked past her lips, wet, pink, writhing, and hungry. She planted one hand on either of Susan's thighs, and supped upon her most sacred of places, starting first with a long lick up the length of her slit, meant to wake it up and get her properly wet. After all, she could take her time.
 
30 minutes later...

At last, gloriously, Susan was about to cum in her little (more in terms of disposition and innocence, not age or relation, although that was starting to not be true) sister's mouth in her dream. She finally realized what the dream was about at the same time; being in an underwater hotel room, in a...no...a...what? A wedding dress? With Susan dressed up for the occasion, finally able to consummate their love as wives. And then she woke up, light flooding her eyes and her big, toned, tanned breasts heaving from labored breath as she found, to her disappointment, that the dream she had been having was completely made up...or perhaps was a premonition of the future? She'd been reading some bizarre books and wondering...?

But even more wonderfully, she didn't have to dream anymore. She was instead lying in their summer bed, really feeling exquisite at the hands of the girl who had irrevocably converted her to worshipping between her legs.

"Good morning, my little seashelllllmph," Susan said and pursed her lips together to keep quiet as it turned out that Elissa was in fact the one with the evil ideas. Then she gasped a little more, maybe a little too loudly, digging her hands into the sheets, pulling...a...pilloooow over her own face to really- keep- FUCK!

The muffled voice of an older and more streetwise sister, who thought she was going to be teaching Elissa all she would need to know about how oral lovemaking, or "clam-digging" as many referred to it derogatorily, worked. And it turned out that Elissa was also one, in fact, with much to teach Susan. What she lacked in technical knowledge, Elissa more than fucking made up for in enthusiasm. (Wait, did Susan think like this before?) Her mind was melting from the pleasure this time around. Where Elissa had previously been testing the waters, seeing what each little landmark on Susan's body meant, mapping her out...this time she knew all the sacred valleys to take on her pilgrimage. And with every delicate, yet passionate, yet subtle tongue movement on her sensitive flower petals and bud, Elissa was writing a thousand page epic poem about how much she loved her.

"I...I lululululuLOOOOVE YOU TOO!" Susan cried with muffled anxiety, heartache, and ecstasy all at once while she rapidly approached the peak, but was not allowed by Elissa's vigorous tongue to stake her claim to the summit yet. "And I, I'm so close already. You devious little girl."
 
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A delighted smile curved Elissa's lips as she willed her tongue to lengthen, snaking along Susan's pulsing womanhood, starting out flattened and firm and tracing in a gentle upward motion toward her clit. As she felt the throb of the little pearl beneath the tip of her tongue (pearl-diving, indeed, she thought with a warm chuckle) she could taste Susan's budding arousal, even in her sleep.

Elissa scarcely had the time to respond to her greeting before Susan came undone under her ministrations. Her lips curled again, even higher, a mirth that reached her dark eyes as she serviced her sunshine girl to the fullest. Her tongue, inhumanly long and wet as the sea, ran along her folds, pausing over her clenching channel, along the bead of her clitoris as well as its branches.

Her eyes flicked up again, fingers soft on her inner thighs, splayed bodily between her legs under her heavy, embroidered duvet, which shifted and rippled as Elissa surfaced from beneath them, a giggle bubbling up onto her lips, practically proclaiming "peekaboo!" though she said not a word. Elissa was just as disheveled as Susan, her blue hair in disarray, cheeks flushed with joy and her lustful gifts unto Susan's weeping flower.

Instead, flushed cheeks fattened with her smile, giggling, she whispered but one thing:

"Shh. I love you too, my darling. But shh!" It was a desperate plea; as much as she wished she could hear Susan's dulcet tones crying out her devotion to her and her alone, it could not be. Not with the sun up. Not with Ma preparing breakfast in the kitchen below. Not with Pa at the table, the newspaper spread out on the table with the headline page being hungrily devoured by eyes still bleary with sleep.

Elissa shifted her left hand away from palpating the musculature of Susan's inner thigh, and for a moment, Elissa drew back to place those milk-white digits in her mouth, suckling them before she went back to her previous task. Her fingertip traced the pulsing hole, eyes glanced upwards as if asking permission all while Elissa continued her loving devotions.
 
"Heeey," a very loopy Susan giggled back at Elissa's shushing plea from under the pillow. "I was being quiet. But if you really want me to shush, you might just have to put your lips to the task," the paperfly winked as she (semi-reluctantly) lifted Elissa's face from between her legs. "These past 24 hours have felt like the most glorious week, and I'm here for it," she added before kissing Elissa, tasting her own building nectar on her sister's lips, and lightly nipping her lower lip between her teeth.

"Actually, I think I have a better idea..." Susan said, licking her newfound lover's neck to tease her, and perhaps impress on the mermaid how hard it was for Susan to control herself around her body, and give her a newfound appreciation for the restraint she showed in the past, when they could have easily explored their bodies together earlier. With that, she lifted Elissa's hips over her face again, but this time they were her human hips, and this time Susan was determined to get revenge on Elissa in the most pleasing way. And yet, she also was cognizant that Elissa had built up an advantage over her, and spread her legs for her sea-dwelling companion to finish licking her nub to ecstasy.

"After I have my fill of both of your kinds of lips, we should probably get dressed, eat something, etcetera," Susan finally sighed, understanding in her mind (even if her heart and pussy rebelled) that they couldn't spend every waking and sleeping moment in bed.
 
Elissa uttered a coquettish giggle, the blanket draped across her shoulders and atop her head like a bride's veil, and in her dishevelment, errant strands of Elissa's blue hair spilled out from beneath the quilted duvet to adhere moistly to her wide brow, her cheeks, her neck, mingling among her upturned bosom. Her chin was cradled in Susan's hand, her dark eyes peering up at her with utmost devotion writ there. Elissa wriggled further out from beneath the quilt, emerging like the first creature to cross the land, something primordial and altogether new.

"Ah, my golden girl, you know you need not ask," she whispered, her voice kept at a very controlled hush. She crawled, up, up, running the length of her smooth, warm body along Susan's, the pressure of flesh on flesh a delectation unlike anything she'd ever felt. The press of Susan's lips upon hers, the intermingling of her nectar and the taste of her saliva only served to add to it, a low groan and a flare of her gills emanating from her, a vibration in her chest, which was pressed to Susan's, and her hand rose to entangle in her russet locks, fingertips massaging her scalp.

She found herself beneath the paperfly's body, but was not quite sure how, and in any case, it had all fallen away, inconsequential. As before, with the moon high and perched in a night sky bedecked with as many gems as a noblewoman with a touch-me-not expression, Elissa buried her face in her lacy pillowcase while Susan buried herself within her quim, thighs falling open, a knee on either side of her hips.

Her reply was a moan muffled within the fabric and stuffing of her pillow, eyes gone glassy and unfocused.
 
"None of that," Susan said as gently as possible, lifting up Elissa's pillow to press their whole torsos together and kiss her reassuringly. "I will always ask before I do anything. And you have the right to refuse for any reason. I just want you to know that, okay? I love you too much for you to ever think that you are anything but a beautiful, rational woman who can make her own decisions in life, and has full control over her own body. And what a body it is," she finished firmly, kissing her lips and sucking on her nipples as she gently dropped the pillow back on Elissa's face. Kissing all the way down her tummy and thighs, then back up, just to drive Elissa extra crazy.

"Oh, gods, baby girl. Baby, baby, baby..." Susan cooed, with a delicate lick of her sister's flawless pussy made in between every call of the word "baby." "You're doing so good for me. Just lying so wonderfully, pristine, like the delicate flower you are, who stole my heart and who I wish to pollinate over and over again, while I enjoy tasting your morning dew upon your petals. Now I'm going to teach you how to cum like a human. With that, she spared her sister no mercy, lifting her ass up into the air and kneeling between her legs.

"Oh, Lissy, I can see everything. You're so wet and your vagina is opening up like a flower. I can see the juice leaking from your pussy lips and down between your cheeks. Can you feel it? The skin there is so incredibly smooth." She ran her fingers across the area, obviously reveling in the sensation. "I can see your inner folds... they're amazing! So lovely and intricate... like pretty, pink butterfly wings." Susan paused and slowly said, "And - and your..." and she couldn't finish. "Oh, Elissa dear, I need to..." She gave Elissa a prolonged French kiss right on her sex, like she was kissing her mouth. Elissa's puffy outer labia bulged outward as Susan burrowed her face between them. She fastened onto the soft, pink flesh of the mermaid's inner lips, licking and sucking with abandon.

Flattening her tongue, she used it to spread Elissa open, sweeping up and down the length of her slit with broad strokes. Then she narrowed her tongue, gathering her sister's cream on its tip as she traveled the extent of Elissa's cleft again and again. Delving into me, she probed every inch of her baby sister...every secret, delicate inch. Then Susan was able to push two, then three fingers, then even four fingers from her left hand inside, pushing them in and out rhythmically while fiddling her clit, pulsing sensation throughout Elissa's inexperienced land body that was making slurping sounds from how wet she was, taking Elissa's left thigh as her girl flesh gave way. "Oh, honey, I want you to cum for me. Cum for your girlfriend. Cum for the woman who loves you more than anything in this world," Susan purred in her ear as she thrusted into Elissa's heated center.
 
Elissa could do nothing but nip at her lips in want- and partially to muffle the plaintive mewls that burbled forth from her honeyed throat as she gazed up at Susan, her Susan, gold and russet and bright as the sun, her words a husky plea. A plea and a promise both, a twofold thing. The promise to remain true and good, taking her consent into consideration, in all things, and a plea to remember that very fact, to never give freely of herself when she had the choice.

This etched itself upon her very membrane, even as she bridged her hips up toward Susan's parted lips, her agile, skillful tongue. She gripped the pillow over her face with both hands, her mewls lost within the downy depths, her gills flaring on her neck, little slits that most would have mistaken for a trick of the light, gaping like a landed fish behind the barrier as Susan lapped at her, lavished her with all the affection she ever could have wanted from anyone, man, woman, or any other number of creatures that roamed the world, in the depths and upon the land both.

It was more than the previously virginal mermaid could bear. It took all of her fortitude not to writhe beneath Susan. Her hips hinged open at the joints, her ankles catching around Susan's as her legs scrabbled, her sex pulsed, her nectar, tasting faintly of the sea from whence she had come, pouring forth into Susan's adoring mouth like ambrosia. And that was simply from her tongue. The mermaid's entire body went rigid between Susan's thighs as her fingers joined in this symphony of delights, eyes gone wide, a guttural groan tearing forth from her breast as she bucked her hips up again, pelvis working in as it sought out the source of the pleasure.

As before, all fell away, all pretense, all propriety, stripped away by her Susie, her beloved paperfly.

Her words, though muffled, a biological imperative, just as much as it would be for Susan to have breath in her lungs, and for Elissa to seek the sea.

The orgasm was rising within her, her clit bearing a heartbeat all its own, a radical, racing thing that left her giddy, her womanhood clenching and rising and swelling around Susan's fingers, and her moans rising in pitch, breathing in hitched gasps.

She came, and she came hard, her entire form gone rigid as though caught in a spasm. She continued to jerk for some time, as though caught in an electrical current, devotions upon her lips beneath the cover of the lacy pillow, promises and pleas both.
 
Susan was glad that she managed to intercept Elissa's other lips, located on her equally beautiful face, and suck on them, letting her sister taste her own loving emissions, just after she'd already witnessed her floundering mermaid whisper what had been engraved on her heart. She'd intended to prevent any sound from escaping, but she couldn't lie...this was the first time that anyone had ever given her such devotion, in a manner far beyond the raw sexual appetites of Jesse and Kelly. She'd actually appreciated the genuine, lilting sentiment in her sister's voice as she surrendered her heart into Susan's rough-hewn hands. So she'd been proud of her sister for managing to remember to muffle the noise (she was learning!) and completely melted down of any resistance in pursuing Elissa with all her might.

"So, um...hi," Susan said after finally parting for air, her arms spread apart to protect the smaller angel beneath her, her hair spilling in a waterfall, her breasts hanging over Elissa's own, planets in orbit threatening to collide. And then, at long last, Susan spoke what was truly in her heart.

"I- I want to be your girlfriend. Secret girlfriend, if that will make it hotter for you. We must needs be a little careful, for Caledoria, heck even our own parents, will not accept us as we are, even though we are not related and of sound mind enough to consent. But I- I hope that where words failed, you felt my undying love for you in every lick, every suck, ever gentle caress from my fingers. We can create a language all our own, that none but us can decipher. I can completely understand if you need time to think about this; Vitalis knows that so much has happened in such a short time. But if you want the same thing, then all you need do is write your answer on my body with your mouth."
 
Elissa's own tongue darted out, ghosting over Susan's as she captured her mouth, then her own, the taste of her own nectar upon her palate, her tongue and lips. And she found it sweet, bearing a faint soupcon of the sea. The pillow fell away from her face, and, spent, Elissa sagged blissfully beneath Susan, eyes gone sleepy and half-lidded. She was considering dropping off for a nap for a little while, with her beloved pressed to her breast in repose.

A gentle sigh, and Elissa willed herself back into awareness. It was a languid exercise, the mermaid blinking dark eyes and shifting upright, whereas before her limbs were tingly and going numb from the strength of the orgasm that had been gifted her, with Susan's mouth as its messenger. She could sense, even in her lassitude, the truth boring a hole through Susan's heart, and she struggled up to her elbows, head cocked in curiosity.

And she spoke, and as she spoke, Elissa's moon-pale face grew tinged with pink, and then a florid vermilion, her mouth dropping over. Tears rimmed her eyes, and she brought her hands to her mouth, her lips curling upward into an inhumanly wide grin behind the shielding phalanges. The squeal that emitted forth from her, an unbidden thing, was muffled under her palms, and she reached out, embracing her Susan, her sunshine, her white bosom pressing into Susan's bronzed one, her face buried in her neck, peppering her beloved soul sister with kisses, chaste, excitable ones. She peered up into Susan's face, catching her gaze with her own.

And she nodded, her voice a husky whisper as she replied, the sea swelling within eyes that, just the night before, contained galaxies, contained the space between stars.

"Oh, my darling, my sweet sister, my dearest friend. I thought you'd never ask. I would be honored to be yours, and you, mine. You carry within you a piece of my heart, my beloved. And I with you. Every beat of my heart is your name." She emphasized this by lowering her mouth to Susan's breasts, breathing her own desires over her nipples, nipping and sucking and licking every word, every syllable an exhale of hot breath evaporating on her soft skin. She flicked her eyes up, rolling over onto her hands and knees to bear her Suzie onto her back, one hand on either thigh, eager to reciprocate, to solidify what they both knew in their hearts to be the ultimate truth.

For she was her lover's, and her lover was hers.
 
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"Oh...Ellie...no one has ever said such sweet nothings to me. You are all I've ever pictured when I've seen the face of my beloved in my dreams, and even the Empress herself couldn't pry me from you. my dearest," Susan cooed in between raspy breaths while Elissa suckled from below her with such tenderness. And then Susan rolled over onto her back and surrendered all of herself to her tinier, paler, more delicate porcelain sister. Such a strong woman who had to fight every day to survive, now able to finally let go and let someone else be her strength, if only for a moment.

She was so glad that she'd picked this week to confess all to Elissa. After all, during the week she usually worked long and hard hours, and might masturbate during a long, warm shower, but ten minutes was all the time she had, for her father kept telling her not to run up the water bill. That was the only clue her poor, innocent parents had that Susan was becoming a woman, and she never showed any of that to Elissa, even when she desperately wanted to...because even after a weekend, they both could be tired from doing chores, or even just playing together on a beach in a manner that Susan never considered anything more than innocent.

Except in her dreams, where Elissa threw down her giant sunhat and her long, fluffy, waterproof whale hide bathing dress that Mother insisted they both wear. Where, Susan hoped, she could finally look at her sister in the water that had defined so much of their childhoods, and finally hold her the way that she needed to be cuddled...

Instead, Susan got an even more beautiful view than she'd ever dreamed, realizing after all these mind shattering bouts of lovemaking and the supernaturally deep and comforting sleep that energized her whole body again, that Elissa truly was one of the deeply sensuous members of a species known for selfless and emotionally healing applications of intimacy. And so, all along, Elissa had a girl who, by sheer fortune, possessed charms that would be so appealing to those of all genders and species, of the kind that any Prince or Princess of Caledoria was tempted to say yes to before being judged worthy of the throne by their refusal; passage of this test was a way for purity to be established in the Imperial line.

And now Susan could fundamentally, at her core, see why. Elissa wasn't even lathing her most secret place in that nurturing way that only she could do, but the anticipation of it was making her wetter than ever before.
 
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Elissa peered up from between Susan's thighs, her muscular legs on either side of her face, cradling her tenderly. One palm was planted on each inner thigh as she slid down onto her belly, and she spoke huskily between long, tender licks, a tribute upon the altar of Susan's femininity.

"It's not a sweet nothing if I mean every word." She breathed hotly upon Susan's mound, parting her petals with a poke of the tip of her nose, hinging Susan's thighs wider to peer inside. She sucked in her breath at the sight of her weeping all for her, and imparted a lingering kiss there before she dragged her tongue up the entire length of her slit, one long, lingering lap of her tongue firmly placed there. She ended the stroke at the engorging bead of Susan's clit, lightening her touch to just using the tip of her tongue, flitting across it, watching in awe as it flushed and fattened with blood.

"Look at you, my darling. All of you. Exquisite." Each bit of praise that honeyed Elissa's lips was bathed upon Susan's dewy cunt, Elissa's fingers kneading the fine musculature of Susan's inner thighs as she worked.
 
"L-Look who's talkinggggh," Susan tried to retort with her trademark city slicker sarcasm, but her declaration was made through a shudder of delight on her part as Elissa, by gracefully caressing her most intimate region, put lie to any bravado on her adopted sister's part.

Elissa acted so innocent all the time, but it seemed that Susan had unleashed a sinful part of her sister's personality- one that had always wanted to lie with her. Now that she had, she was the one corrupting Susan with her loving, open mouthed kisses on her sex, rather than the other way around.

"Fuck! I just want to hold you every single seconnnnd...you can taste how much I want that? Need that? Can't you, oh! I'm close..." Susan warned her baby sis as the orgasm that was building up in her core threatened to flood her brain with pure joy.
 
Elissa's lips curved upward into a smile, buried as she was in Susan's womanhood. A nymphish giggle, not at all unlike the merry burbling of a creek after a heavy rain, flowed forth from somewhere confidential within Elissa's core. She found power in that she could reduce Susan, ever the witty one, to clipped grunts, elongated moans, and hitched breaths. She felt such power over this, a coming into her full self- not as a mermaid hidden away in a stately home, not as the secret daughter kept to her books, her lessons, and her secret stash of romance novels.

Elissa was not a mere girl anymore, hands hidden beneath her lacy duvet as she pleasured herself to the thought of all the illicit material she had read, her moans evaporating into the night air. She was more than the human she had pretended to be all of her life. She was a woman- and not just a woman, but a mermaid, and, like her ilk, she felt a call to pleasure. To debauchery, even!

Elissa grunted an affirmative against Susan as she lapped at her, tapping rapidly with the tip of her tongue upon her clit, edging her up, riling her libido with the promise of an explosive orgasm, before finally flattening her long, wet tongue, giving a firm upward lick... until her finger joined, pressing inside of Susan, first teasing the contracting hole before sinking inside. She worked her finger in and out of her, thrusting slowly but firmly, as she licked, such a delightful mix of sensations.
 
Susan had, perhaps, created a monster, and not only did she know it, but she knew Elissa knew it. "I- it'll be hard to keep my hands off of you in public after all of this, though I must try, for both our sakes," she crooned in a rare moment of calm. Unfortunately for Susan, this was only the calm before she realized that a storm of pleasure would soon befall her, the lightning delivered by her own sister's pretty little fingers.

The poor copper-toned girl used up all her remaining logic and good sense to flip over face-down, burying her mouth in the pillows just before Elissa entered and then managing to drape her legs over. Otherwise, her screams would have brought the room down around them. And, more importantly, alerted their parents!

But Susan was able to show some restraint as she got close, by tilting her head up to mouth, "Kiss me...I'm gonna cum," while her eyes could do nothing but remain closed and her chest warbled of its own accord. All Elissa had to do, then, was spoon her stronger sister from behind and drive herself with just a little more force into Susan's center, and then Susan would be finally hers.
 
Her mouth occupied with providing the utmost pleasure to her beloved bosom sister, Elissa could do nothing but grunt against Susan's engorged pearl, and she, the eager pearl diver, imparted the delightful vibrations from her mouth there. Though she was otherwise indisposed, it was an earnest grunt. Fingers coiled into Susan's practically sodden womanhood, working in and out, she came up, up, her lips locking against Susan's, her beloved, her only, her one, her little bride, her sweet nectar shared betwixt them.

"Oh, I'll die of longing, my dear," she keened against Susan's lips, pure desire upon her silken tones, her breath hot and sweet over Susan's lips. She curled in behind her as though reading her mind, fingers working faster and faster, harder and harder while she pressed her milky white belly against Susan's well-muscled, sun-kissed back. While she worked her hands, she bucked her needy hips against Susan's pert ass, whispering into her ear,

"Come for me, my darling, my dearest. I love you, I love you, I love you, you are safe here, in my bed, in my room. Come for me, and only me."
 
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