To Have And Have Nothing update

As much as Medusa’s begging excited Crystal, she kept to her slow pace. After a brief dip down Medusa’s lower belly, she slid back up and kissed her sister’s belly button, moving the tip of her tongue inside it and licking the oft untouched skin there, giving Medusa a hint of just how incredible her tongue would feel when it was on her sex instead of in the crude, insensate dimple of her navel. 

Medusa kept begging, her voice even more pitched, her eyes full of need. Crystal couldn’t deny her beloved sister anymore. She slipped down to the red stubble of shaven pubic hair surrounding Medusa’s slit. Despite speculation to the contrary, Medusa would never be so unrefined as to grow out any hair on her body besides that on her head.

Medusa splayed her legs far apart, encouraging her newfound lover to let her tongue continue its journey. Her prehensile hair was caressing her own flesh, rubbing her breasts and limbs tightly in an almost bondage-like display to make up for the pleasure that Crystal was making her wait so long for.

As much as Crystal herself yearned to feel the tightness of Medusa’s cunt around her tongue, the warm embrace that showed her how much Medusa appreciated the satisfaction she was giving her, she ignored the deeper reaches of Medusa’s sex to focus on the outer lips. She licked her way up the left half of the labia—brushed her lips over Medusa’s burgeoning clit to go to the other— sucking some of Medusa’s leaking juices from the scalloped edges as she moved down the right side of her slit.

Medusa was wild with anticipation now, her hair lashing through the air, literally cracking around the room like the end of a bullwhip as she tried to burn off all the lust she was feeling. How badly she wanted to take Crystal’s head in her bare hands and force the girl down to please her—she had to bind her own wrists above her head with strands of hair to stop herself. Finally, Crystal placed her mouth over her open pussy. She ran her tongue inside of Medusa. She started moving it deep, deep inside of Medusa’s recesses.

“Yes, there, there, no, not there--!” Medusa babbled, a certain brattiness coming over her now that her vaunted stoicism had fled. Crystal found it endearing—they were not so different after all. “Lick my clit! Oh, sister, make me come, I’d do anything for you to make me come! My hot little clit… sweet Crystal!”

Her impassioned pleas only made Crystal go slower, drawing out Medusa’s wonderful arousal as she neared her sister’s clitoris. As thrilled as she was by how desperate the reserved royal had become, Crystal knew that Medusa’s begging was only a sign of how much she was enjoying herself. She wouldn’t rush that for anything. Her sister deserved all the joy Crystal could give her.

Her tongue had visited all of Medusa’s pussy, leaving every last inch of it flaring and sensitive. Crystal had nowhere to go except Medusa’s clit. She touched her tongue to the very tip of it. Medusa’s hair shot up, wrapping around the room’s ceiling beams, pulling at them so hard that they creaked.

“Oh, Crystal! That’s it! Lick me! Lick me right there, sister! Oh, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!”

Crystal ran her tongue up and down the swollen length of Medusa’s clit, touching it gingerly on one pass, then more heavily on the next. Just when Medusa was used to the pattern, she wrapped her lips around the little button and sucked it hard. Medusa went totally rigid, her body trembling in sheer bliss.

“Oh fuck! I’m going to come!”

Crystal didn’t let up, even knowing the feeling was so intense that it had to be hurting Medusa as much as it pleased her. She knew her sister could take it. She kept her mouth glued to Medusa’s clit no matter how hard the redhead bucked and rolled around. 

Finally, the levee broke. Medusa thrust herself down into the mattress as the juices flew from her pussy. Crystal shoved her open mouth against Medusa’s slit, swallowing all that she could, as if Medusa were repaying her in delicious cream for all the pleasure she’d been given. Crystal greedily sucked at Medusa until her massive orgasm died down.

Medusa was as motionless in the afterglow as when she’d been paralyzed by her climax. She laid spread-eagle, her hair fallen all around her like creeping vines across a jungle floor, rustling as Crystal picked her way across it to lay down beside Medusa. She kissed her sister, and Medusa finally stirred to suck Crystal’s tongue, savoring the omnipresent taste of her own ejaculation. Crystal’s tongue was dripping with it, her mouth smeared with it—the whole room smelled of it.

And indeed, Medusa’s nostrils flared as her tired head rolled away from Crystal, breathing in the aftermath of her own ecstasy like it was incense. Crystal noted a look of sheer bliss on the imperial, commanding face, which now looked as beautiful as any pouting supermodel in its satiation. The queen was completely at peace.

“Sister, that was wonderful,” Medusa breathed, sounding as sincere as a small child, with none of the grace or decorum that had defined her adult life. “I loved all of it—everything you did to me—especially how you… you really enjoyed my cum, didn’t you?”

“It’s an acquired taste,” Crystal said naughtily. “But I can’t imagine anyone would take too long to acquire it with you.”

“And with you?” Medusa asked, her eyes gleaming with identical indecency, reminding Crystal that they were indeed cut from the same familial cloth. “I think it wouldn’t take long for you either. In fact, I think I may have acquired a taste for you already…”

Despite what she’d just done, even Crystal was now flustered. She ducked her head, averting her eyes. Medusa was more than a queen to her—she was a goddess. How perturbing to have a goddess desire you… “You don’t have to do that. Not unless you really want to.”

“I want to do anything that would make you happy, sister. Absolutely anything.”

Without another word, Medusa’s hair pulled Crystal up to the headboard, opening her legs and holding her in place while the queen most uncharacteristically bowed down at Crystal’s groin…