Raised By Wolves update

Laura felt envious of Kitty—envious as she usually didn’t of the slow, repressed others, with their complex confusions. Kitty was rubbing herself between her legs, obviously enjoying it wonderfully. Her fingertip ran in circles around her moist clit, and with every loop it made, a new trickle of her cream poured from her quivering opening. She neared climax, her breathing loud, panting—like something was hunting her.

“Hh! Uhn! I have to come!” she moaned. “Look at me, Laura… this is how I… get off…”

Laura gulped.

Kitty clasped her slippery clit between her thumb and forefinger, rubbing it almost hard enough to pinch, but just shy of that. The sensation was intense enough on its own. Her eyes rolled wildly, she panted and moaned, then her eyes closed and her teeth were bared in an almost-release. Even Laura could tell that Kitty’s pleasure was unsustainable, becoming unbearable even. It had to come to a stop, and Kitty seemed to be working toward something that would satisfy the insatiable feeling she was giving herself with her rubbing fingers.

“Unnnhh, fuck! Gonna come!” Kitty keened.

Laura didn’t know what that meant, but it looked exciting—arousing. Kitty’s kneading fingers were going faster and rubbing harder by the second, surely causing pain now, but Kitty’s face was only registering pleasure. Her juices ran down her groin and soaked the bedsheets beneath her. Her face looked transcendently tortured as she drew closer to what she wanted—closer—closer—almost to the edge.

“Ooh!” Kitty gasped and suddenly was there, clearly, plainly, her face blissfully free as her body jerked. She was rolling around on the bed, simpering, all of her convulsing with pleasure, especially her cute breasts. She looked like pure happiness given flesh. Laura could hardly contain her desire to feel the same thing.

“Mmmm… yeah… that’s good,” Kitty whimpered, stopping on her back. She kept moaning for almost a minute, her hips trembling, her groin pitching up and down in little arrhythmic stutters. Then she gave a big satisfied sigh. Her eyes opened, immediately falling on Laura. She grinned. Evidently something about the way Laura looked amused her. “Okay… your turn.”

Laura blushed heavily. Despite how good it had looked and how jealous she’d felt of what Kitty was feeling, it still felt… wrong. Good-wrong. So good that it had to be wrong—the kind of thing she’d do and then get yelled at because it wasn’t polite, wasn’t civilized… too animal to be right. “Me?”

“Why not?” Kitty said teasingly. “It looked fun, didn’t it?”

Laura admitted it with a nod.

“So what’s the problem? You’re not afraid of me, are you?”

“I could kill you with my foot.”

“Not into that. Look, either you get naked or I’m putting some clothes on, but either way—“

Laura took off her clothes. She didn’t know why she was so hesitant to do so. Her mutation healed all the injuries she had ever taken. There was no way for Kitty to know how scarred she would be if it weren’t for the genetic quirk covering her up. Still, she looked at Kitty’s bare flesh and just knew no one had ever hurt her—ever hated her—the way they had her. 

But Kitty seemed to approve of what she saw. She looked over Laura’s slim, athletic body and her eyes were almost blazing.

“Wow. Who knew Logan had some Victoria’s Secret DNA under all that hair? I wish I was built like you.”

Laura shook her head. Even if she wasn’t psychic, she could smell the arousal everyone felt around Jean, Emma, Betsy. Real women. “I’m too skinny.”

“Not where it counts. A nice ass and a good set of tits—me, I’m small all over. Come here and lie down.”

Laura obediently placed herself on the bed. She’d hardly stretched out to her full length before Kitty’s hands were on her naked breasts, molding and squeezing them until Laura was shivering with pleasure. It felt nice, almost relaxing, yet exciting at the same time. She felt wetness in her untouched womanhood and burning at the same time.

“Yeah, you’ve got great tits, Laura,” Kitty said. “At least, I sure hope they feel as good for you as they did for me. Now go on… touch yourself. Just do what I showed you.”

Laura wished Kitty could just do to her what she’d done to herself, but she didn’t have the wherewithal to ask her. She wasn’t a sterling conversationalist at the best of times—she couldn’t bring that up now. But it really had been good feeling Kitty touch her breasts.

Sighing with disappointment, she did as Kitty had told her, bending and opening her legs as Kitty had, then reached down to fumble with her clit. It was foreign territory to her. She was more familiar with destroying the human body than knowing how to pleasure it. The thought, and her frustration, had Laura shaking with aggravation.

“Do you want me to show you?” Kitty asked sympathetically.

Laura nodded tightly.

“Here… it just takes a little practice.”

She reached down between Laura’s legs, her fingertips briskly touching the tender, unused flesh of Laura’s groin before giving Laura a sudden jolt of pleasure.

“Mmm!” Laura sighed explosively.

“There it is,” Kitty said. And, seeing the swooning gratitude on Laura’s face, she decided to push a little further. “And here’s what it does.”

She swirled her fingertips around Laura’s clit using only the very tips of her fingers, exactly as she did to herself when she had a lot of time for a good long session. She didn’t want to overstimulate Laura—scare her off. She wanted this to be a nice, cool little orgasm for her, no matter how long it took.

Laura couldn’t believe how good she felt. She’d never felt such a… sweet hotness in her life. She forgot her usual reserve and gurgled with delight. Her body followed suit, helplessly soaking Kitty’s circling fingers with a lubricating flow of her cream.

“Feels good, huh?” Kitty grinned. “Okay, now you try.”

She took her hand away. Laura groaned in disappoint. “Please… don’t stop…”

“You have to learn some time,” Kitty insisted. “Go on. Like I showed you.”

Obviously Laura could find where her clit was. It was practically on fire, swollen and buzzing with need, and she knew she couldn’t possibly touch it as expertly as Kitty had. But she had to satisfy herself somehow if Kitty wouldn’t do it. She reached down and pressed the pad of her index finger down on the little button, finding it extremely sensitive, almost painful, to the touch. She moved her fingers like Kitty had down on her clit and the surrounding flesh.

“Ohhhh,” she drawled. “It feels…”

She broke off, unable to organize her tongue and lips into speech when it took all her energy to keep her fingers moving so pleasurably against her clit.

Kitty seemed to get the drift anyway. “I told you,” she giggled. “And if you think that feels good, wait until you go off!”

“What’s going off?” Laura asked breathlessly.

“You oughta know,” Kitty teased her, “it was you watching that helped me get off so hard.”

“Is going off the same as getting off?” Laura panted.

“Forget it. Just keep going what you’re doing. You’ll find out soon enough.”

Laura didn’t need any encouragement. Playing with her clit was resulting in pure pleasure for her. She ran her fingers all over the throbbing little bud, feeling the pleasure shoot from it right into her slick, swollen womanhood, building inside her until it felt like she had a furnace between her legs. She started to writhe as she touched herself, uncontrollably, rubbing her clit faster and faster.

“Unhh! Kitty! What’s happening?” 

“You’re coming,” Kitty said excitedly. “Or close enough. Don’t stop now. Keep going. Do what I did. You’re really going to like this!”

Laura nodded dizzily. She still remembered what Kitty had done. How could she ever forget? She took her pulsating clit between her fingers and rubbed it. Hot stabs of pleasure ripped into her, almost too much to bear—she had to carefully hold back, just giving her clit a little pressure—then she creamed abundantly, her whole pussy soaked with her flowing juices. Each drop that rolled down her perineum and soaked her buttocks brought with it more pleasure, building to a point she couldn’t stand. 

“Keep going… just a little more…” Kitty cajoled her, voice husky with need seemingly as great as Laura’s own.

Laura was obedient, shutting her eyes to keep out everything but the ecstasy she was giving herself between her fingers. She whimpered, moaned, panted as she went right to the brink of orgasm—thinking of Kitty, and how rapturous she’d looked just before coming, when she was on the verge. Now she knew the same blissful feeling. Now she knew why Kitty had been so keen on showing her this. 

She felt a liquid gathering inside herself, a fullness, and her squirting orgasm would’ve come as a welcome surprise to her if Kitty hadn’t suddenly grasped her wrists, weak with shaking pleasure, and forced them up over her head. She phased Laura’s hands into the bed’s headboard and left them there, embedded in the heavy oak to trap Laura as effectively as a pillory.

“What are you doing?” Laura demanded.

Kitty just smiled at her. “I’m showing you something even better than masturbating.” With Laura sprawled helplessly below her, she leaned down to whisper in the clone’s ear. “Bondage.”