QT:UK - Short 1

Water beaded down Nia’s body in long warm rivulets as the shower ran. She moaned, bracing herself against sleek tiles, her grip on sense or sanity feeling just as tenuous as her physical one on the wall as Evie’s tongue worked below her.

The younger woman flicked and teased, rimming Nia’s asshole with a practised fervour that should have unsettled her. Nia had seen practically every data point and response from both of their Delphi questionnaires. She knew the pair of them were as good as made for each other in every field. Apart from Evie’s confessed fixation with anal. Nia’s feelings on the subject had always been at best ambivalent, at worst actively against the idea but as the Asian woman’s tongue was joined by a finger, pressing up inside her dark pucker, that particular deviation felt unlikely to remain for much longer.

“Fuck yes,” Nia hissed. “You little fucking whore, that shouldn’t be so good.”

It really shouldn’t have been. Of course Nia knew all about the social smoothing aspects of the Gemivax serum, one of the vaccine’s effects being that members of a team were more likely to tolerate and embrace each other’s quirks and shortcomings. And there had been some credible anecdotal reports of it aligning sexual predilections. That absolutely hadn’t prepared her for how it was making her feel now however. Her mind luxuriated in the sense that her preferences were all suddenly up for debate, that she was a helpless thrall to it and that simply being around the other woman was shifting what she wanted. Every time she touched on the thought of her wants being changed it thrilled her, electric in her mind. And she chased after the sensation, helpless like an addict.

It certainly didn’t hurt that Evie was really very good at what she was doing.

“You filthy, wonderful, whorish bitch. Don’t you dare fucking stop.”

Nia managed to bring a hand to rake at one of her own tits and Evie obliged with ever wilder attention. One area they didn’t need help with was their respective feelings on dirty talk. Nia couldn’t help herself from saying it, words compulsively running from her mouth every time her arousal peaked, while Evie loved hearing it. In particular the younger woman seemed to enjoy being called a whore, and moaned with gratification between Nia’s parted cheeks every time she heard it.

It was barely 7am, they had a busy day in prospect, with Farah Hassan due to arrive to join them a few hours later. And yet as Nia came she found herself already riding out her 3rd orgasm of the morning. She had intended to shower to clean the remains of Ethan’s latest load from her sore, over fucked cunt, but then Evie had joined her and any attempt to cool off had disappeared. She quivered, feeling her knees buckle as the other woman’s fingers filled her rear and strummed her clit, her dark body tense as pleasure pulsed from her backside in a way that was both knew and incredibly welcome. From somewhere the thought of Ethan’s cock filling her arse crossed her mind, and it strung out her enjoyment, even as she had been climbing down from the waves crawling through her. She definitely wasn’t ready for that yet. But when she was…

God her head was a mess and she was so very far past caring.

Evie rose, and they pressed against each other as Nia dragged her in for a kiss, wavering against the Japanese girl for support on unsteady legs. The bathroom of the honeymoon suite was luxuriously appointed, but the building was old and the space limited, leaving them cramped up against each other in a cubicle not meant for two. They embraced and water spilled across them, two sets of dark hair slick back across mirrored bodies.

Pinching one of Evie’s nipples between thumb and finger, Nia spoke again, her voice taking on a lower, more seductive murmur.

“You should feel how hard he gets whenever I talk about getting these pierced.”

An eager, horny whine dripped from Evie. Nia knew each of their responses to that particular question on the questionnaire too. Ethan had scored his appreciation of body piercings highly, but hadn’t quite seemed to catch on to the likelihood that meant the two women had both done the same. In fact Evie had confessed to Nia she had even been thinking of getting her own done before the pandemic, responding to hints and teases dropped by her then girlfriend. The idea was something Nia herself seemed to have only flirted with, but the sheer, glorious force of the thought of Ethan’s gratification made it feel inevitable now.

“Just imagine how senseless he’s going to fuck you when he sees you with them.”

“Oh shit, Nia…” Evie gasped, Nia pulling her hair just enough to allow her to claim a hard kiss on her beck.

“Just imagine how senseless I’m going to fuck you when I see you with them.”

Nia plucked at Evie’s chest for further emphasis, and the girl rode the fantasy, fucking herself with her own fingers.

“Yes…”

“How pretty and owned and fuckable you’re going to look.”

Small, keening moans vibrated past Evie’s lips, and Nia continued, knowing how little it was going to take to return the favour of her own climax.

“My perfect, beautiful little whore.”

Evie knew what Nia was doing, and the immediate clench of pleasure at the word was followed by an aroused, grateful little chuckle. Nia couldn’t help but kiss her. The place they found themselves in shouldn’t have made any sense, but it was oh so easy to feel like she was in love with the woman pushed against her in the stall with her.

“You like hearing that don’t you? Want me to keep going?”

The girl nodded, and so Nia did, pouring honeyed curses into her ear until Evie came undone.