Teachable Moment update

They sat and kissed. Yennefer played one hand over Ciri’s body, calming her down from the fever pitch of lust she was in, mellowing her until she could appreciate a more feminine kind of lovemaking. Finally, Ciri rested her hand on Yennefer’s wrist, putting an end to her caresses.

“Isn’t it my turn?” she asked without really asking.

“If you want it to be,” Yennefer told her. “We could do it again like before if you’d rather. I won’t tire of that anytime soon.”

A blush rippled across Ciri’s pale skin. “Me either—but I think I want more. Yes, I want more. Could you—lie flat on your back please? I’d like to try something.”

“What is it?” Yennefer asked.

“Everything I’ve ever wanted to do to you.”

Yennefer laid back, displaying every inch of her milky white skin proudly, showing off the intriguing contrast between her creamy flesh and the dark hair at her pubic triangle and head. Ciri could understand why she wore black so often. Even naked, it went well with her alabaster skin tone.

She started at Yennefer’s forehead, kissing at the beginnings of her raven hair. She moved all over the face she had so admired, kissing every feature, brushing her lips over all its pristine symmetry and delving her tongue into Yennefer’s ears, then against her lips. They’d kissed before, but now it was Ciri initiating it, Yennefer letting her tongue into her mouth and restraining herself to only responding to what Ciri did. Kissing had once seemed so childish in comparison to what Yennefer had made her feel, but now Ciri regretted moving on from Yennefer’s dark lips.

She moved down to Yennefer’s breasts and gave them the treatment they deserved—the fond, slow pleasuring Ciri had wanted to lavish on them in every low-cut dress, every plunging neckline. She sucked and kissed and licked until even the great Yennefer was writhing in wonder at what was happening inside her flesh. Ciri used her teeth even, not very gently, and from the tremors that went through her body as Ciri nipped at her rock-hard nipples, Yennefer was either coming or very, very close to it.

“Oh darling, darling, superb. Fantastic!” Yennefer moaned. “Where’d you learn to do that, girl?”

“When I see you, it’s all I can think about doing,” Ciri replied, a bashful smile playing on her face as she finally admitted the secret. “Lie on your belly now. You know those teats are hardly the only temptation underneath your clothes.”

Yennefer rolled over, pillowing her arms under her head. It was instinct. It had to be. Yennefer knew she was a good teacher, but Ciri could not have learned that much, that quickly. Whatever god had formed her in the womb, dictated the course of her growth into womanhood, she had been made for sex—her lips crafted to meet a woman’s slit, her tongue destined to delve between pert buttocks.

Now Ciri started at Yennefer’s feet, soft and tender to begin with, becoming even more sensitive under Ciri’s lips. She licked along Yennefer’s arches, sucked at her toes. There was no hesitation, only a surprising faculty for how erotic even the most ignoble of human flesh could be. 

Yennefer giggled as Ciri’s teeth worried at her heels. Then she was moving up Yennefer’s calves, leaving Yennefer’s feet almost throbbing to carve similar sensations out of the sublime muscle of Yennefer’s long legs. Ciri licked behind Yennefer’s knees and put her hands on the plump buttocks that almost broke the rigid line of Yennefer’s dagger-slim body, digging in and massaging with her fingers while her lips were on the backs of Yennefer’s thighs, licking between Yennefer’s legs, her kisses everywhere the flesh was soft and sensitive.

Ciri’s fingers trickled down between Yennefer’s thighs and opened them up, making room for her lovely face as it moved up almost to Yennefer’s sex, so close the night-colored hair tickled her nose.

“Kiss it, my dear one, kiss it…” Yennefer panted gently, reaching back to take the reins of Ciri’s hair…

Ciri brushed her hands away like some heedless annoyance and went all the way up to the back of Yennefer’s neck. Yennefer felt her hot breath there, teasing her with a kiss that never came. Ciri’s fingers dug into the muscle of Yennefer’s biceps, massaging them as she kissed up and down the slender shoulders. It was almost enough to relax the tension of anticipation that Ciri had just created—but nothing would really do that except Ciri’s tongue fulfilling the promise it had made on so many other parts of Yennefer’s body.

Ciri’s tongue traced down Yennefer’s elegant shoulder blades, playing homage to the dampness of sweat that had sprung up between them, bittersweet but delicious from the way Ciri lapped at the damp skin. Her mouth rolled over the nodules of Yennefer’s spine, bringing her back down to the smooth, round buttocks she had already aroused with her fingers. She rained kisses on the buoyant flesh—took each cheek in her hands and dug her thumbs into the groove between them, opening it up to make room for her tongue.

“Yes, oh yes, you lovely girl!” Yennefer gasped needfully, biting down on her thumb to keep from saying anymore.

Ciri was drunk on the sex. She reached Yennefer’s anus and pressed her closed lips against it, at first a kiss, then her tongue pushed inside. Yennefer panted explosively, feeling her orgasm welling up inside her.

Ciri sensed how close she was. She stopped. “Turn over, Yen.”

“No, no, not yet!” Yennefer groaned out, but when Ciri turned her over, she had to go along.

Yennefer was on her back once more as Ciri buried her mouth in her pubic hair, kissing along the insides of her thighs and the folds of her labia. Ciri couldn’t wait any more than Yennefer could. Her mouth melted into Yennefer’s cunt—she was shocked by how wet Yennefer was, how pungent her arousal smelled. Ciri took a deep breath, drawing the sharp scent into her nose, and then she ran her tongue through the copious juices Yennefer’s arousal had produced.

“Oh God, oh God, how long until I burst into flames!?” Yennefer cried. “Make me come, Ciri, make me yours!”

She reached down to catch Ciri’s head in her hands and pull her tight to her seething pussy. Ciri’s tongue went deep into her sex, Yennefer shrieking to feel it inside her. The tongue was in never-ending motion, going inside Yennefer and coming back out and rolling back in. 

Ciri seemed to know always when Yennefer was about to come, and when she was right on the verge, Ciri would pull back and kiss her inner thighs instead, sniff her pubic hair, anything but finish her off. Yennefer didn’t get to come until her climax was too enormous to be deferred. 

Then Ciri clamped his lips around Yennefer’s clitoris and sucked hard. Yennefer climaxed with a shout, convulsing as if every bit of pleasure she felt was electricity flowing through her. Ciri suckled at Yennefer’s clit until the sorceress couldn’t take it anymore. She pushed Ciri away.

“Oh Lord, oh Lord, oh Lord!” Yennefer gasped, her hips rolling and shuddering on the bed.

It took her a long time to regain her composure. When she did, she almost couldn’t bear the sight of Ciri. The naked girl was just too gorgeous to behold—the arousal she felt stung after how hard she’d already come. “That was heavenly, Ciri. You’re a natural. I’ve never come like that before, darling, never.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” Ciri cooed, beaming with happiness to have pleased Yennefer as much as she’d been satisfied by her. “I want to go again.”

“Sweetheart, dearest, let me rest! I’m not experienced with being put to such hard use. Be as kind as you are beautiful; bring us some drinks?”

Ciri went and returned with two glasses. Yennefer half-drained her cup in her first swallow.

“How do you feel?” Yennefer asked.

“Like I’m flying,” Ciri grinned.

“Me too. It was almost too good. I wonder how much of it was you and how much of it was the taboo. Being with a virgin, being the first she practiced on… It felt very pure.”

“I feel incredible,” Ciri said. “Alive. I don’t ever want it to end. Let’s do it again, Yennefer. Do to me what I did to you. Then I’ll do it to you again. We never have to stop, Yen. It feels as good to do it to you as it does to have it done to me. We can have an orgasm that never ends—one of us will always be feeling it.”

Yennefer laughed. “I’ve created a monster. Fortunately for you, I can have a great deal of affection for monsters. Lie down with me, Ciri. You’re a beautiful young woman and I want to make you feel that way.”

They stretched out on the bed together and let their bodies pull together however the flesh wanted. Their lips kissed. Their hands stroked and cajoled. Their legs opened and tightened on each other, their skin meeting more and more until they needed more than just rubbing and touching.

“I want you to taste me again,” Ciri said. “This is nice, but I want to come into your mouth like I did before.”

Yennefer smiled. “Any reason you don’t want me to come into your mouth?”

“I already made you come. I need to do both, but since it’s been longer since I let you get me off, I need that more.”

“You’re quite wanton, Ciri. I didn’t think you’d make yourself so easy to seduce, or become so aggressive once you realized the fun to be had. You need many kisses. So much touching, and kissing, and loving, just to satisfy you…”

“I know,” Ciri purred. “I haven’t known for long, but I’m completely certain now.”

“And I had the honor of teaching you that about yourself?”

“No, I’ve always known it. Tonight just made it clear. I love the sensations of sex and there’s no limit on what I can feel, unlike other pleasures. And I never thought I’d find that with a woman, but since I did, that’s what I want. That’s all I want.”

Yennefer kissed Ciri hard. Their breasts pressed together, their bodies sucked almost into one by their passion. “I’ll give you what you want, girl, but there’s no reason for me not to take what I want as well. That’s the nature of sex, my child. You take as much as you give.”

Yennefer licked down the girl’s body. Her tongue made a moist circle around Ciri’s left nipple and right nipple, then marked the sites of a series of wet kisses down Ciri’s taut belly. All the way to Ciri’s white-haired pussy.

With her face poised at the cradle of Ciri’s open thighs, Yennefer shifted her own body around in a half-circle. “You enjoyed eating me. And I loved doing the same to you. Why quibble about who’s next on the menu when we can both enjoy ourselves?” And her own sex was situated above Ciri’s hungry mouth.

Ciri had heard of this kind of sexual gratification—giving and receiving at the same time—but she hadn’t thought of two women doing it. Yet it made perfect sense. She felt Yennefer’s burning lips on her thighs, quivered but forced herself to look up into Yennefer’s wet cunt. She was on her knees, her thighs on either side of Ciri’s head. When Yennefer’s mouth met Ciri’s slit, Ciri lifted her head and pressed her lips to Yennefer’s need.

Their pussies and mouths were connected in a never-ending loop. Tongues writhed against spasming womanhood. The air was filled with the sound of sucking as both of them were devoured at once.

Orgasm soon hung over both young and old, but they held back, each trying to make their lover come. That effort brought the effort forth even harder, made the pressure too intense. Release had to come! Ciri had to let go of her ecstasy!

She came, but Yennefer was too closely connected to her rapture not to orgasm as well. They climaxed at the same time, with the same desperate intensity—for Ciri, knowing that Yennefer was coming just when she did made her cream taste even better. She couldn’t get enough of it and Yennefer couldn’t get enough of hers. The more they licked the nectar from each other, the longer their shared orgasm stretched on.

Finally, Ciri had to breathe more than she had to taste Yennefer’s cunt. “That’s enough! Enough! You’ll eat right through me, Yen!”

“Wasn’t that what you wanted,” Yennefer asked, “when you made yourself so delicious?” 

Yennefer turned back around and embraced the trembling girl. In the afterglow, she enjoyed how Ciri shook—an even greater sign of Ciri’s lingering rapture than moans and screams. “My sweet darling,” she hummed, “so needy, so… responsive.”

They kissed long and hard, Ciri tasting herself on Yennefer’s lips and hoping Yennefer liked whatever she tasted.

“Did you come as hard as I did?” Ciri asked.

“Who can say? But I can tell you it felt amazing to make you so happy. And I came very, very hard the first time. In fact, I think I’ll be repaying you for that orgasm for quite some time.”

“Just let me stay in your arms,” Ciri said, now feeling free to cuddle Yennefer as tightly as Yennefer was embracing her. “You make it feel so good.”

“I don’t make it do anything. It simply feels right to be cared for after an orgasm like that. It’s almost like being nursed back to health from a wound. You could heal on your own—but isn’t it so much better being together?”

Ciri dozed off, Yennefer still holding her, and it was a long time before Yennefer stopped stroking her to go to sleep herself.