Collide Gamer

In a haze of pink, Rave dragged Moira towards her apartment.

What exactly kept the Lightbearer from dragging the redhead into the harem’s domicile and instead into her private quarters, Rave could not have said. The reason was deeply emotional and she was in no state to formulate anything that was even halfway reasonable. Once out of the public eye, the desires created by the Attribute of her bodysuit and Moira’s blessing took over their minds. Rave was naked long before they entered through the door, Illuminare disappearing into the aether. Copernicus left her at some even earlier point. Her mind was too clouded to follow these things.

Although rarely used, Rave’s apartment was still kept in pristine condition. They stayed in the entrance area for a long time. Mindlessly, they tore the various plates of armour from the Shield Warden’s body. They were left scattered on the ground, alongside the hammer and her hairband. Only the shield, Moira stopped for a moment to respectfully lean against the wall. Then, Rave pulled her deeper into the room.

A fuzzy pink carpet covered the entirety of the floor, beanbags and stools replaced chairs and the only table around was barely at knee height. Neon tubes basked all of the living room in multi-coloured light.

Following her intuition, as she was prone to do, Rave kept pulling Moira along. There was some tiny bit of doubt in the Warden’s mind as to whether or not this was a good idea. It never got to surface, drowned by the bare skinned bombshell of a woman assertively leading her around. There was a steady wetness present on the inside of Rave’s thighs and Moira’s undergarments were in no better condition.

They entered the colourful bathroom and that was where the final barriers fell. The burgundy red bodysuit she wore underneath her armour was pulled off Moira swiftly; only a sports bra and simple panties were left behind. “Oh, Lady, yes,” she whispered when Rave pushed her hands under the bra. Obediently, the Warden raised her arms and let the sports bra be pushed over her head.

Rave was too turned on to formulate any words at the sight of Moira’s breasts. They were, much like her own, decently sized, neither particularly large nor small. The redhead was of a naturally paler complexion, and that extended to her breasts and the pink nipples. Fully erect, they were too tasty to ignore.

Shoved backwards into the large shower-bathtub hybrid, Moira was disoriented for a moment. Hot water hit her a moment later, then Rave was on top of her, assaulting her breasts with kisses and little bites. At first, Rave tasted the salty sweat that had gathered over the combat, then only the sweetness of her skin as the cleansing water ran over them.

Moira’s verdant eyes stared through half-closed lids at Rave. The Lightbearer looked back, her slit pupils dilated wide. Sexily, her tongue circled Moira’s left nipple. The consistent contact sent extreme shivers through her hypersensitive body. She writhed in the baby blue tub, moaned loudly and just let the dominant, cat-eared Asian do whatever she wanted.

With such submissive putty under her hands, Rave could not help herself but quickly reach between Moira’s legs. Only when she felt the fabric, did she realize that Moira was still wearing her panties. The running water had made them barely any more soaked than before. Even now, Rave could feel the sliminess of her love juices. Erotic as that was, Rave did not have the patience for extended play. Gripping the panties at the side, she tore them off with superhuman strength and tossed the ruined, wet cloth out of the tub.

Screaming, Moira pressed her hairless crotch against her hand. Up and down her pretty pink pussy lips, Rave’s fingers trailed, before pushing inside the tight hole. “Ya like that?” the dominant Lightbearer asked mockingly, masturbating the redhead. She grabbed Moira’s face and asked again, more aggressively this time, “Do you like that?!”

“Y-yeeessssshhhh,” Moira moaned, her entire body writhing as she rapidly approached her first orgasm. The fingers wiggled around exploring inside her, then found a spot that made her let out a sharp scream. A terribly ecstatic sensation rushed through her, rising with each passing second. Rave concentrated solely on that spot, moving her fingers at a rapid pace. The wet sounds of the handiwork overpowered the drumming of the shower greatly and even competed with Moira’s shouts.

That first, desperately needed climax made her pussy clench around the Lightbearer’s fingers. Everything was bliss, everything was relief, and yet it was nowhere near enough. Even as the orgasm set every last one of her nerves ablaze, she knew she needed more, much more, to deal with this fever of desire.

Rave’s pussy was searing hot with the need to be touched. Her desires to push down the redhead only sustained her dominance for so long. With absolute disregard for who was on top or who was at the bottom, she leaned down just as Moira reached up. Their lips found each other as Moira’s orgasm subsided. The Warden pushed further up, until the two were chest to chest.

Wet, their soft breasts slid over each other, making them both moan from the constant stimulation of their nipples. The sounds echoed between the constant smacking of their lips and the whirling of their tongues. At the back of her mind, Rave realized that this was definitely not the first time Moira had made out with someone.

Their legs kept moving around, searching for a stable position as they pushed against one another in passionate throes. By chance and subconscious desire, they ended up with their thighs parted around the lower body of the other, crotch against crotch. For several minutes, they mindlessly grinded against each other, moaned whenever the random movements caused stimulation of their clits and cunts. Their hands wildly explored one another, scrubbing the sweat and dirt off in the process.

Moira rubbed Rave’s mildly tanned skin. Down her smooth back, to the base of her cat tail, and then further down to that absolutely incredible ass. It felt even better than it looked, something that should have been practically impossible. With one, then with both hands, Moira groped the perfect mixture of firm and squishy that was the Lightbearer’s backside. The flawless twin spheres spilled between her greedily clawing fingers when Rave was relaxed and was solid in that enticing manner only a nice balance of fat and muscle could be.

Rave trailed Moira’s pale skin with her fingertips. The muscles of the hardened warrior were a little more pronounced than her own, without reaching the clear definition of Metra. Her ass was nice to grab and even nicer to spank. The sharp yelp she let out was filled to the brim with appreciation.

The sound brought Rave’s dominant side back out, this time in coordination with her craving pleasure. Toppling Moira over, she aligned their pussies properly and rubbed them together. The new, proper stream of pleasure got them both hooked immediately. Still, Rave wanted more and she found what she needed at the edge of the bathtub.

Whenever this apartment saw use, it was so the girls could hang out with one another, so it was no surprise that sex toys were scattered all over the place. A double-sided dildo was just within reach and Rave penetrated her drenched cunt easily. Inserting the large toy, designed after John’s cock, immediately made her hips buck up.

Muscle memory took over and Rave gripped the double-sided dildo by its second half, repeatedly ramming the girthy object into herself. Under the steaming hot shower, she worked her pussy like the nymphomaniac she had come to be. In and out, she brought herself to an orgasm, then another one, then another one. Ceaselessly, she kept working her eager clit. Her pussy clenched around the toy. The original purpose for grabbing it was basically forgotten. Orgasms were all that mattered.

Moira watched it all, using her fingers instead of a toy. The writhing of the super sexy annoyance was all the inspiration the redhead needed to keep working her swollen pussy. At a rapid speed, the Warden, skin glistening, rubbed her clit. The orgasmic cries of the two nubile women echoed through the bathroom.

Gradually, the stream of multiple orgasms started to clear away the fog on their minds. The first manifestation of this was yet another instance of thought shining through and guiding the otherwise instinct driven pleasure seeking. Rave turned off the shower with one hand, as she went from lying to inching towards Moira.

Staring at the approaching, pink dildo with wide eyes, Moira licked her lips. The blessing her bloodline had received was manifold and complicated. The loss of her virginity to anything that could be even remotely understood as a male’s phallus would have a number of unwanted consequences. A basic tool such as this, however, she could enjoy.

The aftershocks of an orgasm still made her tense occasionally, as Moira spread her pretty pink pussy. An open invitation for Rave and her toy. The Lightbearer grinned lewdly and eased the second half of the toy into her partner. Immediately, the occasional tenseness turned into spasms. Moira had never had a toy quite this large before and Rave pushed it into her quivering quim with unrelenting eagerness.

Their legs interlocked in the scissoring position again. Their athletic bodies, at the prime of their attractiveness, came to mirror one another. Upper bodies near lying, only propped up by the elbows, fingers clenched, heads tilted back in blissful shout, they moved in a desperate chase of the next climax. Loud, their hips smacked together over and over again.

“Yes, oh fuck, yee-e-e-sssss!“ Rave screamed, her pussy getting penetrated by the dildo unrelentingly. With the shower turned off, the true extent of their overflowing wetness was revealed. Each time their pussies kissed, their love fluids gushed from the renewed chain of multiple orgasms.

Panting, mouth agape and glass eyes staring down, Moira saw the outline of the large dildo create a bulge in her groin. It hit her deep, as deep as her current crazy horniness demanded. The prim and proper British beauty was glistening from the shower, yet nowhere wetter than she was between her legs. The mixture of her and Rave’s pussy juices dripped down her round ass.

In some kind of unspoken agreement, they both slowed down. Pressed together, their hips circled, suspended mid-air through exhausting effort. They kept gasping. Their chests pushed the air out in unsteady bursts, making their decently sized breasts quiver. Muscles in their midriffs shifted. Rave’s eyes darted between the now clearly visible abs under the smooth skin and Moira’s lustfully vacant expression. Constantly, their swollen labias rubbed together.

Then they both pulled back. With slow, torturous thrusts, they rekindled the pleasure that minorly calmed down. The break in their chain of orgasms only made what followed that much more powerful. Harder and harder, they filled their pussies with the shared toy cock. Each time their cunts met, it almost set them off again. Almost.

At the border of hyperventilating, the two of them exchanged a long stare. They retreated until the toy threatened to fall out, its rubbery form drooping in the middle, then they rapidly advanced again. Their eye contact broke the moment they were fully filled again. Heads flying back, wet hair whipping through the air, they screamed as their strongest orgasm yet was unleashed.

By virtue of her blessing, Moira had many an intense orgasm in her life, more than a few of them with the assistance of the maids of the Brighton estate. Even so, completely stuffed with a dildo, with a superhot cat girl on the other side of it, Moira felt a new peak. “LAAAAAAADYYYYYYYY, YEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSS!” she shouted, while something in her lower body contracted harder than usual. The gushing of pussy juices turned into proper squirting.

While her elbows gave in and her upper body writhed in the bathtub, her lower body was nearly locked in its position by Rave’s squishy thighs. Squirting all over her partner, Moira’s world was filled with white lightning and blissful loss of motor functions. Distantly she was aware of the rain of clear juices that covered her own lower half.

Quickly, the extreme release of love fluids ebbed away, but the orgasm kept wrecking her mind for quite a while. Rave was faring little better. The two of them ultimately collapsed, legs crossed, dildo still halfway inside, they laid in the tub and struggled for breaths. Aftershocks kept them writhing for a while. Still, for the first time since entering the apartment, they felt something resembling a note of reason.

They rinsed off again, then finally made it out of the bathtub. “Here ya go,” Rave said and tossed Moira a bright green towel. Judgingly shaking her head at the techno-enthusiasts fashion sense, she dried herself off.

The open question between them, whether they were done already, was answered in the process. Each stroke of the soft towels left both women gasping. Restorative Heat did not actually diminish until Rave had achieved a number of orgasms equal to the increase in Libido, at which point it vanished all at once. It was just her familiarity with sex that allowed her to find clarity between orgasms. Moira, by contrast, gradually lost how much the blessing’s aftermath affected her. There was still quite a bit to go before she would be cleansed of it.

The two of them kept gasping, outright moaning when the towels slid over their nipples or their pussies. After they were mostly dry, with only hair retaining a notable dampness, neither of them could resist any longer. They started masturbating where they stood. Dripping wetness made the inside of their thighs sticky again. Rave stumbled the one step towards Moira.

Making out and masturbating, they came within seconds of their lips coming into contact. They quivered, relied on each other to keep standing, and ultimately managed to stay their hands to finally get out of the bathroom. Following Rave’s lead, Moira aimed for the nearby couch. They sat down side by side. Rave swiftly put on some vaguely romantic electro swing.

The two of them looked at each other. Rave ran a hand through her pink hair. Moira was stunned by how great the chaotic strands looked even in their semi-damp state. Tugging at her red hair, combatively normal, she was not aware of just how adorable she looked herself. “Ya don’t think this is a mistake, do ya?” Rave wondered.

Moira wasn’t sure how to answer that. “What makes you think I do?”

“I keep having to take the initiative.”

“I… do not know what this is,” Moira confessed after a few moments of thinking. “I do not like you, I would even say I dislike you, but… by the Lady, you’re hot.”

“Look at who’s talking, redhead,” the Lightbearer purred and ran her hand through Moira’s hair. “Guess I’ll keep leading ya around,” she said, while leaning in for another kiss.

“I’ll allow it,” Moira whispered.

It did not take long for the situation to escalate from slow kisses to their hands gliding all over their curves again. On the leather couch, the two forgot all of the altercations they had been in and solely concentrated on the burning, post-combat need. Rave’s fingers penetrated Moira’s folds first.

Even after the dildo, she was extremely tight. Rave focused immediately on the sensitive spot she had found earlier. With great glee, she listened to Moira’s growing lust and repeated releases. As the leader of a harem of super-hot babes, Rave’s experience in pleasuring her fellow females was extensive.

Moira tried to reciprocate, but her partner was just too experienced. What experience she had was mostly in being pleased and this was different primarily in that her partner was forceful rather than venerating. Whether she liked that more or less, her horny mind couldn’t conclude. What she knew for certain was that she came repeatedly.

Breaking the kiss, Rave used both hands to keep getting Moira off. The pitch of the paladin’s voice grew ever higher. Knowing exactly what to do, the feline Lightbearer maintained a rapid speed. Clit and sensitive spots were stimulated simultaneously. No matter how much Moira’s hips bucked and how loud the screams got, she did not let up. Not until Moira nearly jumped off the leather couch from the intensity of one particular spasm. A geyser of pussy juice exploded, the second time the Warden squirted today.

Rave sucked the sweet juices of her long time rival off her fingers, while giving her a moment to breathe. The sight of the Asian bombshell’s tongue swirling around her fingers only served to keep the Warden’s lust burning hot. After the last taste was gone, the cat-eared partner winked and then gave Moira a gentle shove. That was all it took for her to topple over.

Before she could regain complete control of herself, Moira was presented with the absolutely delicious sight of Rave’s bubble butt descending on her. The twin spheres landed on her face, the entirety of it filling her vision with the plump, firm meat. Opening her mouth, she tasted Rave’s pussy. There was a note of peppermint in the sweetness, oddly enough.

“Ya gotta repay me a-aah-ll those favourrrrs I just did for ya,” Rave moaned, her hips softly swaying back and forth. She rode Moira’s face with giggles and gasps, enjoying who was under her at the moment almost as much as the service of her tongue. The redhead aimed to please to the best of her ability. That she was reaching for her own pussy was the only mistake that could not stand. “Oh no, ya don’t. This is all about me.”

Rave grabbed the redhead’s arms and moved them to her ass. No convincing was needed for Moira to grab onto the feline Lightbearer’s behind with all the greedy appreciation that was appropriate. Biting her lower lip, Rave pulled and twisted her nipples, while playing with her clit. Moira’s tongue was exploring her folds dutifully. The grip of her hands was nice and firm, as they kneaded her bouncy backside. Rave loved it when that part of her was given thorough attention. After being with an ass man for so long, it was ingrained into her.

“Spank me,” Rave gasped. There was a soft tap on her butt. Furrowing her eyebrows, she was tempted to get up and give Moira a confused glare. “Come on, Moi-moi, like ya mean i-yes!” Rave let out a sharp shout when the redhead channelled her irritation at that nickname into a proper smack. A second swiftly followed. “Y-oh yyyesssss!” A third loud SMACK on her magnificent bubble butt. “Ah! Harder!” Her ass jiggled from cheeks to thighs and her lust flared. “YYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSS!”

With that scream, Rave came hard all over Moira’s face. Too distracted with lapping up the gushing juices, she stopped spanking her partner. At the height of her climax, she would not have appreciated that distraction anyhow. All she wanted was for Moira’s tongue to keep going.

“Good girl!” Rave said louder than she wanted to, then bent forwards and pressed her face between the redhead’s legs.

From there, everything was a haze. They did not move, they did not care for anything, they just kept exploring each other’s depths with their tongues and obliged each other’s small requests. Over and over, they came. Moira’s orgasms became less numerous with time, which allowed her to properly reciprocate the efforts of her more skilled but regularly spasming rival.

They both came, one last time, simultaneously. Heads enveloped by their partner’s smooth thighs, both of them were out of the realms of reason. Eyes rolled up, heavily breathing through their noses, they kept tasting one another until the very last moment. Their swollen cunts twitched, each time translating into a cascade of larger quivers all over.

Suddenly, Rave’s body felt immensely heavy, as her Libido came crashing down to normal. With the last of her power, she managed to roll off Moira. The redhead, her duty fulfilled, had her own exhaustion rise to prominence.

Without any further thought, they fell asleep on the couch.