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Young Lust {Crimson and Azuriyuu} (Continued)

"Aww, but what if I don't want to stop," Jasmine pouted, smiling as she felt arms wrap around her. Snuggling into Delilah's body and nuzzling the woman's neck she purred cutely, squirming a bit. "Excited is a good thing; happy is always a good thing. I don't want anyone to be sad, I want everyone happy and smiling."

Nibbling lightly and giggling Jasmine sat back a bit and purred at Delilah, giving her a dazzling smile before leaning in to rub the tip of her nose against Bartiel's mother's. "If I'm forced to excite you then by golly I'll do it," Jasmine smiled, happy that she'd gotten a smile from Delilah.
 
The redheaded woman let out a soft breath, giving out a little bit of a giggle, her hand resting on Jasmine's thigh as she looked up at the young girl who was halfway on her lap. “But haven't you realized by now that I like little girls?” Delilah asked, soflty breathing against Jasmine's neck, feeling a bit aroused as her fingers ran along the younger girl's body.
 
Jasmine simply grinned at the question, purring and nodding as she slid completely into Delilah's lap, sitting astride her legs as she gave her a cute little look. "And I like older women. I don't really see a problem here," Jasmine purred, shivering softly at the feel of the woman's warm breath along her neck. Scooting forward and nibbling a bit on Delilah's collarbone the small girl purred happily before pulling back.

"But you wouldn't possibly be trying to take advantage of your son's girlfriend, now would you," Jasmine asked playfully, head tilted to the side before she leaned in and gave the redheaded woman a proper kiss, pulling away a moment later.
 
The redheaded woman giggled as Jasmine scooted forward and asked if she would really be trying to take advantage of his son's girlfriend. “Yes, I would,” was all that was said after she was given a proper kiss, murmurring. After that kiss, Delilah went on the offensive, kissing Jasmine agressively, pushing her tounge into the little girl's mouth, reaching up and lightly caressing the little girl's covered breast. She smiled. “They're big for your age...” she commented, giving a soft squeeze to them.

Delilah was definitely a very sexual being. Her breath quickened just a little bit as she spread and closed her legs a bit, already feeling very wet, quickly ready to have sex if Jasmine wanted to be had right there. Smiling, her lust-filled eyes ran over the little girl's body as her hands began to explore, brushing along all over.
 
Giggling Jasmine's words were cut off suddenly by another kiss, but she didn't protest. Instead she leaned into the kiss, nipping and sucking softly on Delilah's tongue, running her own along the roof of the older woman's mouth as a small, happy sound escaped her. Gasping softly at the squeeze to her breasts Jasmine squirmed happily in her grasp, purring and grinning. "I know, but they fit me perfectly," she purred.

Giving another kiss and squirming sliding out of Delilah's lap Jasmine ran a hand trough her hair, smiling as she bounced around the couch, headed back to the kitchen. "I'd love to take you up on the offer, I really would, but I promised Bartiel that I wouldn't do anything with anyone other than him," she purred, smiling over her shoulder.
 
Delilah was surprised when, all of a sudden, the girl got up out of her lap., Then when Jasmine explained, Delilah just paused in shock, then smiled. “You're a naughty girl, teasing a lady like me. But I understand. If that's the way you want it, then I won't mind if you two are exclusive at all,” she said with a soft smile. “No wonder he turned me down earlier. And I was hoping for some quality time with my son. Well, I guess I'm kind of a slut, huh?” she said, although she laughed about it, seeing nothing wrong with calling herself that.

“Bartiel's probably not at his sexual peak right now, but if he ever gets there and you want to...de-exclusivise your relationship, my offer still stands. If you never want to, though, I'll support you all the way,” Delilah said with a very light smile, standing up. “...But either way, I have to relieve myself... excuse me,” she said as she headed to the bathroom, to hop in the shower, leaving Jasmine be.

Meanwhile, Bartiel had taken to reading. “Fuck sleep,” was all he said. Plus it was bad to sleep after a head injury, even though it wasn't that bad. Nothing was cracked or broken or anything.
 
Smiling at Delilah Jasmine giggled softly. "You're not old, and I'd be more than happy to take you up on your offer sometime, but I'd have to make sure it was alright with him. We could even get inventive and have triple the fun if he wanted to join us," she smiled as Delilah went to take a shower.

Finishing with everything in the kitchen and living room Jasmine doubled checked everything before going to Bartiel's room to check on him. Not surprised to find her boyfriend reading she closed the door softly and crawled up onto the bed, yawning as she tucked herself into the corner and looked at him. "Whatcha readin'?" Head tilted slightly to the side she curled one leg to her chest, fingers idly pulling at a loose strand at the bottom of her camisole.
 
Bartiel smiled a little bit as she curled up against him, snuggling tenderly to his girlfriend as he watched her pull at her camisole. Lightly, he pulled her body against his, smiling and kissing her on the lips, looking at her and smiling. “Just a novel,” he commented, although it was a smutty romance novel, not just 'some novel'. It was pretty well written, but it was obvious, just looking at the book, packed with sex.

“You wore the bracelet,” he commented, with the slightest of smiles. He didn't mean it as a question or an order, or questioning her, and in fact he was clearly happy that she wore the bracelet with the large onyx in it, but at the same time he was slightly unsure of if she should wear it and so obviously declare that she was his, especially in front of his stepfather.
 
Snuggling back against him and smiling as she looked at the back of the novel Jasmine didn't make a comment about the few snippets of sex scenes on the back. She knew very well what the novel was; she'd read it herself a while back. Returning the kiss happily the small girl shifted slightly, looking down at the bracelet round her wrist as she rubbed small fingers over the onyx. "I didn't want to take it off," she said softly, looking up to give him a smile.

"Don't worry about anyone seeing it, I know your mom saw it but Lowe doesn't seem to notice all that much, 'sides, I'll hide it under my sleeve." Snuggling closer to him she reached up and gave his braid a soft tug, pulling his head back down to hers so she could give him another soft, almost chaste kiss on the lips. Pressing her small body closer to his she purred happily, smiling up at him.
 
Bartiel smiled a little bit when she said that she didn't want to take it off. “If you want, I can have the Onyx Crest reingraved into the bracelet,” he offered her, giving an almost shy smile as he did so. But when she said that Lowe didn't notice, he laughed. “Papa is a good guy, but in addition to aloof and stoic, he's also unattentive,” he said, teasing the man softly before she pulled him closer, and with a light yelp he pressed his lips to hers', closing his eyes. Breaking away, he smiled at her, softly.

“...That was almost a chaste kiss,” he said, playfully, noting the small hint of passion in her kiss before he leaned in to press his lips to hers again, murmurring very softly as his arms slipped around her body, pulling her on top of him.
 
Jasmine grinned up at Bartiel after his comment. Returning his kiss softly for a moment she purred happily as her small body was pulled atop his before she finally broke. Sliding her small hands along his shoulders down to his chest she deepened the kiss, doing her best to hold herself back from pushing too much. She'd been on her best behavior for some time, since before they'd woken, she'd not even tried for a grope the entire time that she'd been seated beside him at the table, instead she'd simply placed her hand on his thigh. Now, though, she was almost to the breaking point.

When Jasmine said that she was a nymphomaniac she wasn't kidding; she was literally addicted to sex and she'd gone for a while longer than she wanted wthout much of anything, especially since Bartiel was right there. Now, though, she allowed herself to spill along his body, shifting down so that she was straddling his waist, one hand curled at the back of his neck as the other gave a small pull at his hair, small body grinding down for a moment. A small sound pushed from her throat she forced herself to pull away, a small sound escaping her lips as she closed her eyes and leaned her head against his chest.

"Sorry," she giggled softly, licking her lips since she could still taste him there.
 
Bartiel had noticed that she was on her best behavior, and he noticed as she deepened the kiss. Moaning softly into the kiss, he closed his eyes, still holding onto the book for a moment, slipping one hand down her back as he gently caressed her, before he felt her pulling on his hair, which caused him to moan. “Don't, you'll make me horny...” he groaned before he felt her grind against him, his own body raising it's hips up to press against hers before she giggled, looking at her as she apologized. For a moment, he gave a soft grin.

“You aren't sorry,” he told her, before he reached down and grabbed her ass a little bit before letting go, giving her a look as if he was innocent, as if punishing her for getting him a little bit riled up. Bartiel wasn't nearly as bad as she was, but at Christmastime his libido always drove him crazy because he broke his celibacy around there, and that always caused him to go a bit crazy.
 
You're right, I'm not sorry," Jasmine purred, looking down at him and letting out a happy little purr when he grabbed hold of her ass. Wriggling in his grasp she purred and shifted her hips back down, grinding down against him with a wicked little grin as she slowly began to pull his head back by his hair. "If I'm not allowed to make you horny then the same goes for you," she purred sweetly, rolling her hips as shiver rolled down her spine.

Hearing the sound of the shower being turned off she let out a low sound of disappointment, knowing that Delilah would most likely be looking for them once she was out of the bathroom. "Your mom will be looking for us soon, and I don't think you want her to find us like this; she's already propositioned me twice today, we shouldn't give her ammunition," she sighed, beginning to slide off of her boyfriend.
 
Bartiel smirked as she grinded against him again, letting out a tiny grin as she grinded against him, making him almost completely aroused righ thtne and there, especially as she pulled his hair. He writhed a little under her as she said that the same went from him, causing him to let out a murmur. “Yeah, but isn't retaliation fair?” he asked softly as he smiled, listening to his mother get out of the shower. With a frown, he shook his head.

For a moment, he paused, but then he got a wonderful idea. Well, it wasn't the most wonderful idea in the world, but it wasn't that bad. Grabbing a blanket and a DVD, Bartiel smiled as she got off of him, moving to her and grabbing her crotch lightly, rubbing his fingers very gently against her pussy for a moment before he left the bedroom, looking back at Jasmine with a smile, carrying the blanket with him as his mother stepped out of the bathroom, wearing a far less complex outfit of a more simple, blue, sundress.

Bartiel had a wicked smile in his eye. “Say, wanna watch a movie?”
 
Jasmine didn't have time to respond before she went still, a small moan pushed from her throat. Just as she was about to rub against his fingers Bartiel left the room and had the nerve to smile at her! Grumbling under her breath she followed him out into the hall just in time to hear him ask his mother if she wanted to watch a movie. Something about the way he asked made Jasmine instantly suspicious, but she wiped the look from her face as she bounced into the living room.

Taking up a spot on the corner of the couch the small girl tucked a knee to her chest, resting her head against her knee as she idly stroked a hand along her pant leg, enjoying the feel of the soft cloth against her fingers. "What movie," she asked, voice soft but just loud enough to carry through the room.
 
Bartiel ignored the suspicious way that Jasmine looked at him, smiling as he brought the blanket to the couch, before he sat down next to her. “I recommend The Drunken Master. The one with Jackie Chan, you know?” he said to himself, to which Delilah smiled and said “No.” That instantly caused Bartiel's expression to drop as he frowned, pulling the blanket over himself and then pulling Jasmine onto his lap, cuddling her. It actually felt really nice to cuddle her right there, in front of his mother, knowing that he could cuddle her.

“Why not?” he asked, pouting at his mom who just smiled. “I want to watch this,” she said, showing him a rather saucy looking romance movie. At that, Bartiel rolled his eyes. “I'd rather watch a drunk guy kick the shit out of people,” he commented, at which point Delilah gave a soft giggle and looked at Jasmine. “Well, Jasmine, what do you think?”
 
Jasmine smiled and immediately snuggled against Bartiel as he pulled her into his lap. Moving only enough to disappear under the blanket with him she rested her head on his shoulder, watched Delilah and Bartiel's faces as they discussed which movie to watch. In all reality she didn't care which one they watched, but the moment she saw the cover for the movie in Delilah's hands her interest was peaked; Jasmine was never one to say no to a movie that could possibly have interesting sex scenes.

"I want I to want that one," she said simply, voice sounding even more childish as she sat curled in Bartiel's lap, one small hand coming out to point at the movie in Delilah's hands. Quickly pulling her hand back and tucking herself closer to Bartiel she purred softly and rubbed her cheek against his shoulder.
 
Bartiel smiled as she came so close to him. He knew that she would pick his, she was his girlfriend, after all, and he smiled. His plan would work with either movie, but with the laughter induced by The Drunken Master, it might be better. But when she picked the one with the sex scenes, he almost frowned, looking at her. That's right, he thought to himself. Women band together to strike against men, he reminded himself.

As Delilah put the movie in, Bartiel put his plan into action. He shifted in his lap, letting her feel that he was somewhat erect, and he let it press against her body as he held her in his arms, as the movie started. After the movie started, though, he waited a little bit before hekissed her on the lips and whispered softly to her, “Don't make a sound. If you don't make a sound, I'll let you tie me up tonight,” he said with the softest of grins.
 
Jasmine was comfortably snuggled in Bartiel's lap, happy as the movie started before she felt him shift. With a soft purr she shifted as well, pressing against him as she wriggled a bit, tucking herself more firmly against him. Not surprised by the kiss she was surprised by the words, turning only slightly to look at him as she blinked slowly before a smile spread on her face and she nodded.

Once again relaxing she purred softly and tucked her head against his shoulder, immediately stilling her body for whatever he was planning on doing. No matter how loud Jasmine was during sex she could manage to keep herself quiet, it was just a matter of what the person was doing and how good they were at it. Immediately Jasmine had the feeling that Bartiel was probably going to do something extremely cruel and do his best to force a sound from her.
 
Bartiel smiled as she tucked against him. He smiled as she stilled her body. Good, she was being his submissive little toy. He liked that in her. He also loved when she got dominant, which made him think of her in a red leather corset and heels, whipping him and pulling on a leash, a thought that made him smile wickedly, but for now, he was the one in control. He loved her small body, how he could manipulate it and move her as he liked. He'd gotten over the fact that he was a pervert, and simply came to enjoy her.

About ten minutes into the movie, Bartiel made his move. He'd subtly undone his pants and gotten himself hard without making any special action to draw anyone's attention, when suddenly he pulled down Jasmine's pajama pants. Under the blanket, Delilah wouldn't notice a thing. At that, he suddenly used his arm to shift Jasmine, grabbing his cock and sticking the head right into her pussy, before pushing up and driving himself all the way into her. He almost moaned, but he kept it as a soft exhale.

Delilah just smiled at him, and he smiled bac.k. “Enjoying the movie?” she asked. Bartiel's cock twitched inside of Jasmine's pussy, as he refused to grind. “I'd rather have Drunken Master, but with you and Jasmine here, I can enjoy even this drivel,” he joked, before smiling and kissing Jasmine on the cheek in a falsely chaste manner.
 
Jasmine felt Bartiel shift her and didn't protest. Closing her eyes slightly and biting hard into the back of her lower lip the small girl managed to keep from making a sound, simply took a slow, deep breath and let it out slowly even as her body trembled slightly, muscles clenching in surprise. The urge to moan out was almost overwhelming but she swallowed down every sound and simply purred, angling her upper body so it looked like she was still simply curled in Bartiel's lap.

"You know you'd watch this either way," she smiled, rubbing her cheek against his even as she dug her nails into his side, muscles tightening almost painfully as a small sound threatened to spill from her throat. "I've wanted to see this for a while and you know you can't resist my pout and pitiful mewing if I do it long enough." Giving him a smile at the kiss on her cheek the small girl snuggled against him more, wiggling her hips, in turn torturing herself more even though the pleasure it gave her was incredible.
 
Bartiel smiled and kissed her a little, shiverring for a moment as he felt her move. When her muscles moved around him, he bit his lip, bouncing her a little on his knee, bouncing her on his cock as well a tiny amount as it twitched in response to her tightening around him. Although when she mentioned the mewling, he smiled, nodding as she snuggled, almost moaning as she wriggled her hips. “That's true,” he said with a soft smile, looking at his girlfriend with lust-unfocused eyes. It was true, though, all she'd have to do is be cute to get him to do it.

But his mother didn't believe that. “I'm sure she could get you to obey by sucking you, too,” she said, causing him to sit up real straight and yelp “Hey!” as he accidently pushed himself a little bit deeper into Jasmine, glaring at his mother who just gave him an innocent smile right back. “At least, that's what I think...” she said, before looking at the movie, smiling. “Hey, it seems that things are getting steamy,” she commented as the movie moved onto one of it's three sex scenes.
 
Jasmine chuckled at Delilah's comment, forcing herself to keep from making a sound as he pushed deeper into her. For a moment all Jasmine could do was focus on her breathing, willing herself not to lose the chance to have Bartiel tied to a bed again. Feeling a familiar pressure growing low in her body Jasmine fought to keep herself from cuming just yet, if he could get her far enough that she came multiple times Jasmine would most definitely lose the bet; no matter how much she didn't want to Jasmine would have to make a sound eventually.

To help keep herself from that point Jasmine drove small hands into his side, taking out her pleasure on him with pain. If she couldn't make a sound he couldn't either and she'd make sure that she wasn't the one who finally lost it.
 
Bartiel bit his lip to keep a groan from escaping when she chuckled. His eyes almost fluttered closed as the chuckle sent the sound wave through her body. Looking at the TV, Bartiel watched for a moment with a soft smile as the three of them watched a couple having sex on the TV. Bartiel kind of wanted to do that right now, but he enjoyed the feeling of control he had. Shfitng a bit to get a better view, he made no sounds as she drove her nails into his side. He let out a shallow breath as he looked at the TV, smiling and leaning over to kiss her on the lips tenderly, which required moving her so that he could reach her lips most easily.

“Hey, that looks pretty fun...Wanna do it tonight?” he whispered to her playfully, though somewhat loud enough for Delilah to hear as he innocently smiled at Jasmine.
 
Grinning Jasmine returned the kiss and purred softly. "Only if I get to be on top," she purred sweetly, driving her hips down and rolling her hips, rocking back and forth slowly before moving her hips in small, nearly imperceptible circles. Each time her hips made a circuit her muscles tightened further. Those same muscles were still sore from the hours before and Jasmine swallowed hard to keep down a sound, biting hard into her lower lip as pleasure rolled through her body.

Looking at him with lust glazed eyes she bit into her lower lip and struggled to keep from making a sound even as her breathing changed slightly, growing slightly deeper and less steady as she neared her first orgasm. Swallowing hard and leaning back against Bartiel's chest she purred and wrapped his arms around her, holding tightly to his arms even as her face and upper body remained completely relaxed.
 
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