"So…you say tonight's an icebreaker and dinner event, but why do I feel like there's more to it?"
Symone suddenly wears a wicked grin. "Well, I figured you'd want an opportunity to sample the fresh meat. What better way to do it without seeming lecherous? When women feel safe and comfortable in an environment even among strangers, they're more open and agreeable. I'll be sure to get you only the finest liquor for tonight. I promise those women will be all over you."
Trinity shakes her head as if to disapprove. "You're truly a devious woman Symone." She grins. "However, I've never professed to be a saint. So, as long as they're willing, I won't hold back."
"Naturally. That honesty of yours Trinity and that simmering desire you try so hard to hide…I have hardly been able to resist it." Symone saunters around Trinity's desk, and sits on the edge with crossed legs. "So I wonder…will you still keep me at an arm's length even now, or have I proven myself trustworthy? Or rather, will you finally stop pretending you don't feel this too?"
"I'm not sure what you mean?" Trinity tries to play coy, but as if to match her bluff, Symone un-crosses her legs and spreads them slightly, the fresh scent of her womanhood masked by a sweet fragrance drifting towards Trinity's nostrils. Her gaze naturally drifts towards the main source.
"That look, that's exactly the way you stared at me when our paths first crossed. I was a stranger, yet you gazed at me with such carnal desire on instinct. You have that same look now, you see?"
"What? No way, I don't…." She starts to deny it, but she can't deny the ache in her groin as she grows wetter by the second from the visual and olfactory stimulation Symone now brings. "Oh fuck it." Trinity throws any remaining caution to the wind and gives in, lunging at Symone and pressing her lips against hers as she falls back against the desk on her elbows. Trinity slides one arm along her back for support, while she uses the other to caress her hips, thighs, ass, and warm honeypot. She skillfully slides her fingers under the thin fabric of her thong and pushes them inside without hesitation. Symone gasps lightly but doesn't protest. "May I fuck you as I desire?"
"Oh, please do!" It almost sounds like she's begging. "Beneath that passive meek façade, I just know there's a shewolf dying to break free. It's always been inside you, but you've forgotten. Allow me to be your reminder." Trinity presses her lips again hard, pushing her tongue inside.
She sucks Symone's tongue in desperation, the slimy, sweet sensation causing her to rapidly heat up. She can feel her mind racing as her desire grows wild. She continues her rapid strokes inside of her, while kissing and nipping Symone's lips, neck and nape. "Lie down and spread, now!" She commands as she pushes her down. However, she realizes her misstep. "Sorry, I didn't-!"
"Hush." Symone can see the fear in her eyes; fear she's made a terrible mistake by manhandling an Overlord of Hell. She quickly acts to reassure her by placing a hand on her cheek. "Relax yourself Trinity, you've done nothing to apologize for. I won't punish you. I'm not like Amlith. I won't demand pleasure while clinging to full control. I want you to take control Trinity. Take control over me like I'm a conquest you've vowed to complete. Fuck me like I belong to you."
Like a switch now flipped, Trinity unleashes her prowess like never before, her beast awakening. She rips open Symone's blouse, the buttons flinging in every direction. An ample mound of flesh lies against her chest, cradled by the highest quality silk cups of her bra. Trinity carefully slides it up and over her head, preserving it for later use and saving it from the same fate as the blouse.
"You have an eye for quality," Symone breathes out. "I appreciate you protecting it. It's one of my favorites." Trinity folds it over and gently places it on one of the guest chairs. "Go on now."
Trinity dives straight into her bosom, her face almost submerging between the crack. She kisses them all around, squeezes and teases them, all before finally taking them into her mouth. She sucks, licks and nicks around her nipples, but narrowly avoids stimulating them directly. Trinity notices Symone's desperate expression and understands she's ready for her to give them proper attention. So she no longer teases and instead commits to clamping down on them with her lips and directly playing with them. She detects an immediate response as they harden and press against her tongue as it slides around them and she sucks. Symone soon releases subtle moans.
"I'm sorry Trinity, I don't mean to be impatient, but please. I need some attention down there too if you would." Trinity glances down and immediately understands her desperation, a small pool of her viscous, sticky fluid seeping out her thong. Like a hungry ant drawn to the promise of a sweet treat, Trinity quickly removes her thong and begins lapping it all up from her. "Ah!" Trinity can feel the immediate response as her folds begin to quiver beneath her tongue and the flow only grows stronger. Trinity licks all around and then finally dives her tongue deep inside, causing Symone to finally grab at Trinity's head and press her against it, begging for even more.
Trinity goes the extra mile and slips in a couple fingers, stroking them in and out at a steady pace. She doesn't lose focus on the task however, and continues to lick, suck and nibble on her swollen bud. Symone, who now lies on her back along the length of the desk, continues to lead her actions as she lightly pulls at her hair. "Mhm, yes! Just like that sweetie. I'm nearly there!"
With only that brief warning, an explosion of Symone's sweet juices spray into Trinity's mouth, even reaching the back of her throat. Symone squeezes her thighs on reflex, trapping Trinity in that position such that she has no choice but to drink it down. However, she does so happily. It takes another minute before Symone finally releases her head, and her panting begins subsiding.
"Was that satisfactory for you, Lady Symone?" Trinity stands at one end of the desk and stares at Symone's alluring profile. Her top is bare; her skirt is all ruffled and her bottom's fully exposed
Symone sits up and steps down off the desk. She reaches out for Trinity's face, places her hand on her cheek and pulls her in closer. She kisses her tenderly on her lips. "It was wonderful. You are wonderful." She compliments her between their kisses. "So now, how's Miss Trinity doing?"
"Me?" Trinity expresses confusion. "Oh, do you mean my own pleasure?" She nods. "Oh, I'm ok. I came on my own already while I was taking care of you. That's good enough for me."
Symone shakes her head in disapproval. "No, no, that won't do. You mustn't simply give and expect nothing of equal value in return. People will take complete advantage of you if you set that precedence. I will not allow you to continue this way. She pulls her to her chair. "Sit. Now."
Trinity can't understand why she's being so insistent on this, but she can tell she can't refuse. So she sits in her chair once again, and soon Symone drops to her knees before her. She unbuttons her jeans and slides them down, revealing a cute pair of panties with a cat face on them. "Oh? You have more feminine tastes than I expected. Cute. A kitty to cover a kitty then, I suppose?"
Trinity blushes. "Sinae and Shi helped me pick it out when we went shopping last. I couldn't refuse them so…anyway, let's not focus on that, ok?" She looks away bashfully, and while Symone wants to tease her more, she'd rather get to the task at hand. She pulls down her panties and reveals the prize. She dives right into the gooey mess, and soon fresh nectar begins to flow out. Trinity moans, still feeling overly sensitive. "If Seleyna saw us now…she'd kill me I bet."
"Perhaps, but she must learn to share." Over the next few hours, the two share endless pleasure.