Supper was something that became completely forgotten the moment they stepped into flat B3. It was a fascinating thing, Ivy thought, experiencing this confident and sure-handed Chastity. She had been sure that after that small talk, she would have to hold her hand through it all the whole night but the moment the door was shut, she pounced on her ala a creature of predatory nature and drowned her in the deepest sloppiest kiss she had ever experienced. Not that she minded. She was rather enjoying not using her brain for once.

The door against her back was cold - offsetting the extreme heat that was swirling inside of her. Her hands were draped over Chastity's shoulders, their moans dancing together in the supercharged air. As she folded into her, so did Chastity, her leg resting between hers and like a concerningly horny creature, she couldn't help but start humping her leg.

"I want more," Ivy said in barely contained frustration.

"Okay," Chastity said obediently, pulling her away from the door, kissing her just about everywhere skin showed - which was not a lot and because of this, she started undressing her, discarding random articles of clothing on the floor and trailing kisses on the newly exposed skin. "I don't understand," she said as she snapped open her bra, "why you wear this damn thing when you are those lucky ones who don't need bras at all." She pulled at her nipples, eyes focused on Ivy's, waiting for something.

Ivy realised it was her answer. "Decorum," she finally said, breathless and hot. "I might dress like a pirate according to Kiptum but I do like respectability garments." 

Chastity chuckled and then ducked, pulling her right nipple into her mouth. This earned a soliloquy of moans and interesting expletives. Ivy, like a lot of lesbians, who considered themselves far off from Pillow Princess, had never really experienced being worshipped. She had countless experiences doing the worshiping and it had never really stressed her out. She was, after all, a woman who marvelled at the very fine form of women. She had never thought of herself as lacking when it came down to it yet being in Chastity's arms, having right about all of her physical self covered in wanton kisses, she felt a sense of sadness followed quickly by triumph. She really could try for the whole Pillow Princess thing if she put her mind to it.

"Bedroom?" She asked, more out of habit than anything else. She was completely fine with fucking on any available surface - it was her house after all and the love of her life was doing the loving. What purpose was a bed, really? Besides, there had never been any established and respectable environment in one's own home that was designated as strictly bad manners area.

Regardless, Chastity pulled her to her room, helping her out of the airy pair of trousers she'd had on and continuing on with the kisses. "You know, for someone who said they were stressed about this, you are doing pretty good," she said as looked at Chastity's head. She was trailing kisses lower and lower, inching ever closer to that super delicious spot that was getting more and more engorged. Honestly, she thought, all her blood had gathered there with just how light-headed she was. 

"Had to woman up," Chastity said, biting at her tummy which earned a yelp. To keep the yelps going, Chastity pulled her by the legs, resting them on her shoulders, giving her one last look before saying, "If you find yourself screaming, say my name."

Ivy, who believed herself to be as turned on as anyone could be, found herself getting all the more turned on by what had been said. In fact, she was sure she was holding herself back from coming then and there because apparently a new kink had been opened to her. 

Chastity was not slow and she did not torture. She went straight for her clit, kissing her as she hoped she had been kissing her the last time. Her tongue was cold which paired well with how hot her clit was. She lapped and sucked and Ivy wreathed beneath her. She wanted more and so she said it. "Fingers, in me, now." And Chastity obliged. First, it was one, then two and then a third. Ivy was feeling a bit too stretched out but it was so delicious she was thinking she probably had room for way more than that. 

"So wet," Chastity said as she pulled away from her clit, locking eyes with her.

"Sto-op." Ivy was having difficulties with speech and it had all to do with the way Chastity was talking as well as how she was fingering. Her G-spot had never been loved on like that and her heart had never gone on to pound like that. She was simultaneously floating and sinking. Her full self was hard and soft all at once. She was having thoughts and she was having none. All that remained singular was the feeling between her legs. How her pussy pulsated around Chastity's fingers.

"How can I? You are sucking my fingers in," she heard that sex demon say and she couldn't really blame her. Besides, were she to stop, their friendship would end there henceforth. 

Her mouth opened. She was sure of this. She had said words or a word. She was also sure of this. The only evidence was the chuckle from the hottest girl she had ever been with and the delicious assault of her clit immediately after. It was torture of the grandest of scales. The kind of torture anyone would be willing to die for and she would know as she was first in line. 

Chastity pulled slightly away, to the chagrin of Ivy. "Open your legs wider," she instructed and Ivy obliged. 

She felt too open but when Chastity buried herself in her pussy, she didn't feel like she was open enough. She wanted to push wider but she could not because she felt the tale tell signs of a massive orgasm approaching. Her thighs began to shake as they fought against being as apart as they were. Her breath was hiked and her chest was tight. Her eyes, which had been open the whole time fell shut as the feel was starting to wash over her. Then the tremors, like a massive quake, took over her whole being. Her ears, despite feeling as though they were deep in water, heard her scream Chastity's name as her hands pushed her head as far onto her pussy as was possible. 

Then she came so hard stars coloured the backs of her eyelids.

"Fuck," said Chastity, "that was even more incredible than I thought. Where are your toys again?"