The Devil's Pact Servants' Chronicles Chapter 3: A Bodyguard's Day
Date: 9/30/2017, Categories: Fantasy, Female Domination, Lesbian, Lesbian, Mind Control, Violence, Voyeur, Water Sports/Pissing, Author: mypenname3000, Source: sexstories.com
Note: Takes place between Chapters 46 and Chapter 47 Thursday, February 14th, 2014 – Emine Mataraci “24” – Tacoma, WA Something wet and warm nuzzled at my breast. A mouth sucking, nibbling, a tongue licking. My eyes fluttered open, a mewling sigh escaped my lips. Sandy-blonde hair spilled across my my dusky body as Jan sucked my nipple between her lush lips. Her brown eyes flashed up at me, and she smiled around my dark-brown nub. “Good morning,” I purred, running my dark hands through her cornsilk hair. “Morning, Emine,” she answered, kissing up my chest, nuzzling my neck, and then her lips found mine. I enjoyed my partner's kiss. We were the last two of the original bodyguards left, chosen that wonderful day in June when we competed for the opportunity to serve the Living Gods. Two out of twelve. Eight of our original sisters had fallen defending Mark and Mary, three in June when the nuns attacked, and five in September during Brandon's assault. The last two, 15 and 16, had retired with our Gods' blessing, reuniting with their loved ones. Even though the Gods used their powers to make us their bodyguards, we had chosen to stay when they set us free after Brandon's attack. They were important, and I had sworn to protect and serve when I joined the Bonney Lake Police Force two years ago, and who were more important to the world to protect than the very Gods fighting the darkness? No-one. I kissed Jan on the lips. In our bedroom we could be our real selves, use our real ... names. Out there she was 23 and I was 24, but in here we were Jan and Emine; this was our safe haven, the place we could retreat to and relax. In here, we weren't on duty, and could be ourselves and love each other. My hands roamed round breasts, my fingers finding her hard nipples; she squirmed and moaned into my lips, her tongue becoming more aggressive in my mouth. I shifted, pushing her onto her back and— Beep! Beep! Beep! “Dammit!” Jan hissed, reaching over to slap our alarm. We were on duty today, and that was more important than fooling around. “Maybe we should shower together,” I whispered. “You know, conserve some water.” “What a wonderful idea,” she purred. Giggling, we stumbled across our hotel room—the second and third floor of the Murano hotel served as the bodyguard's barracks, and every pair of guards shared a room unless she was married or had a significant other. We passed the second, unused bed to reach the small bathroom. The water was warm—the hotel had some heavy duty water heaters—and Jan jumped in, her sandy-blonde hair matted to her slick body. She beckoned, “Come get me, sexy!” I joined her, my dusky body pressing against her, and we kissed beneath the shower's spray. I grabbed the body wash and a loofah, squirting the fragrant soap—lilac—into the puffy, pink sponge, and rubbed Jan's delightful tits. “Umm, keep washing my breasts,” she purred. “I don't think they're clean yet.” “We don't want you to have dirty tits,” I laughed. “We're going to be on TV ...