Chapter 12: The Artist's Joining
Leah's soft gasp echoes off the stone as she steps fully into the candlelight, her artist's eyes drinking in the sight of Meep's knot still locked inside Sophia's dripping pussy. She's barefoot, having kicked off her sandals somewhere on the stairs. The hem of her paint-stained sundress brushes her thighs as she moves closer, her red hair catching the warm glow like a halo of fire.
Instead of retreating, she kneels beside them on the cool cellar floor, her fingers tracing the slick stretch of Sophia's labia around my thick shaft. Sophia shivers, a low purr rumbling in her chest. Leah brings her fingers to her lips, tasting our mingled fluids. Her eyes flutter closed.
"You're both so beautiful like this," she whispers, her voice husky. "I want to taste what you've made together."
Sophia's ears twitch, her pink tail curling. "You know," she says, her voice shy but hungry, "kitties are good at licking things clean."
I can't help but grin, my hips shifting slightly, the knot still locked deep inside her. "She's a very, very good kitty," I say, stroking Sophia's damp hair. "I'm sure if you asked, she'd clean up your pussy really well."
Leah's breath hitches. She stands, slowly pulling her sundress over her head, letting it pool at her feet. Her freckled skin glows in the candlelight, her breasts full and tipped with hard nipples. She's already wet; I can see the glisten between her thighs as she lowers herself to the ground, positioning her hot, aching pussy under Sophia's waiting mouth.
Sophia doesn't hesitate. She dives in, her tongue flattening against Leah's slit, lapping up her wetness with long, slow strokes. Leah moans, her head falling back, one hand tangling in Sophia's pink hair while the other pets her softly behind the ears. "That's it," she breathes. "Such a good kitty."
Sophia's tongue curls inside Leah, tasting her deeply, methodically. The knot in my cunt pulses as I watch them, my cock twitching. Finally, with a wet pop, the knot slips free of Sophia, our combined fluids splattering audibly against the stone floor.
Leah's hand tightens in Sophia's hair, pulling her upward. "Now fuck me with that magic cock," she demands, her eyes locked on mine.
I crawl between her spread legs, my cock already hard again, slick with Sophia's cream. I waste no time, burying myself in Leah's waiting entrance. She gasps, her back arching, as I drive deep. Her pussy clenches around me, tight and hot. The knot swells as I thrust, and when it finally lodges inside her, her climax rips through her, her loud, desperate moans filling the cellar. That sound sends Sophia over the edge; she's straddling Leah's face now, her sloppy pussy grinding against Leah's mouth, and she squirts, a gush of girl cum mixed with my magic jizz splattering across Leah's chest and chin.
Leah's shaking, her orgasm milking my knot, and that sensation triggers my own release. I groan, burying my face in her neck as I pump thick white cum into her stretched and used hole, my hips grinding against hers until I'm empty. We collapse together, a tangled heap of sweat and satisfied sighs, the candle flames still dancing on the walls.