Angela e Claire, a complicate relaption

Angela was thrown onto the bed and kissed, the fiery Genasi all over her, first caressing Angela's left wing and then fiddling with her armor.

Caire knew the armor like the back of his hand; after all, he'd been through this situation hundreds of times. Angele felt one strap after another undo.

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Master: What are you doing?

Angela's player: I start to remove Clarice's armor.

Master: What? But you didn't mean to break up?

Angela's player: Yes, but that doesn't mean he'd abstain from sex, and besides, he has a complicated relationship with Claire, so let's just say he gets caught up in the moment and does the wrong thing.

Master: ....

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Angela grabbed the various straps holding Claire's armor and began to untie them. Quickly, each piece of armor was thrown to the floor of the room, and Claire pulled off her large underarmor. She was wearing a green bra that was smaller than it could actually cover, which kept her chest slightly pressed in.

Angela, being the pervert she is, leaned forward, immediately grabbed the bra with her teeth, and ripped it off, making Claire's breasts bounce.

Claire undid Angela's belts while she removed the padded tunic she was wearing as underarmor.

Claire leaned down to kiss her passionately again and pull down her pants.

Angela's heart was pounding. It wasn't passion, it was anxiety and the fear of doing something stupid, mixed with a desire that things would somehow work out. She knew she should stop all this, yet instead, she pulled Claire close, and while he was hugging her, he unhooked her bra.

She was so beautiful, they were so close, and yet it was wrong. Angela felt like she was deceiving her, claiming a love that wasn't reciprocated, and...

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Master: Wow.... you've never been so poetic and sentimental before. You're not processing an old breakup into this, are you?

Angela's Player: No, but I like reality shows about toxic love. It's a little obsession of mine, it's exciting.

Master: Explain a few things about your character...

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Claire didn't seem to notice Angela's mood, and on her lazy lounger and on the right wing, her hands touched her body not delicately but forcefully, a heavy, almost suffocating touch.

Angela returned the same energy, as if they were challenging each other. This only fueled Claire's fire, her touches more aggressive and grasping, as if sex were a sparring match she absolutely wanted to win.

If Angela hadn't been shaken to the core, she would have appreciated this about Claire, but... no, actually, she was appreciating it a lot, but inside she felt like a bitch who was exploiting her feelings.

Angela had always been afraid of what this relationship was bringing her. She felt the need to scream, but instead of burying her head against a pillow, she now slid it against Claire's chest, licking it, exploiting those sensitive spots where she knew Claire appreciated it most.

Claire ran her hand behind her back along the spine where the wings connected to her back, a sensitive spot, not exactly one of pleasure but one that always made Angela react, making her relax.

Claire: You're so tense...

Claire stood up from her, her gaze filled with the same desire they'd started with, but also with concern.

Claire: Angela, I know you're not like that...

Claire kissed her and then lay down next to her.

Claire: I feel like you like all this and yet... you want to leave... from me.

Angela swallowed, her mind torn between enjoying Claire's breasts pressed against hers and responding, she replied.

Angela: I can't do it, I want to feel free, I can't do it with you anymore, you've changed in loving me... I don't feel like it, not like this, we're too tied together.

Claire: I love you, Angy. I'd hold you tight forever... but I don't want to hurt you... but I can't let you go. I love you too much to do that. Living without you is a nightmare.

Angela blushed as the genasy hugged her tighter. A part of her insisted on enjoying the situation even if it meant lying, but she couldn't do that, not to her best friend.

Angela: We... I can't handle this, Claire, and this isn't helping... I want to run away, Claire, fly away, screaming at the sky.

Claire: I can't promise I'll let you go...

Angela: Claire, please...

Claire: But I can give you a little head start.

Angela: Huh?

Claire: I could maybe hold off for a month before I come looking for you again. This is my best, and I'll probably give in sooner, but I want you to be happy, Angy, because you are my happiness.

Angela looked at her friend in amazement, closed her eyes, and kissed her.

They both started fucking again, very intensely.