Magik Knight gives you some 'training' on how to please a villainess if you're captured by one, or so she says (F/F)

"You know," the sultry platinum blonde heroine crouching near your face on the bed says, "I thought your name was, forgive me, a little bit stupid at first, Lynn. It's really a mouthful, too many syllables, yes? 'Li.. ke.. ty... sp.. lit... what is that, seven? Eight?" she chuckles softly as she keeps working her fingers deeper into your feminine folds through the surface of your outfit. "But I think I'm starting to like it now. Something about one of those words in there... well, after I saw you strutting your stuff in those boots of yours, while we were in the streets, I kept thinking... 'Lickety'. Lickety lickety lickety." she bends down and starts running her tongue over one of your E-cup tits, squishing it in her hand and focusing her tongue on the spot where your nipple is poking through the thin white material. You can't help it... your sensitive buds are stiffening up quickly as she lavishes her attention on them. You're getting that 'butterflies in the stomach' feeling, the same one that you got when you started getting heavy in private your first time with your boyfriend. 'It's just because of the acupressure stuff, she's taking advantage' you think to yourself.

"Ooooh, they're all natural." Magik coos in pleasant surprise as she squeezes your soft, pliant breasts together, then bounces them playfully in her hands. "So many heroines are starting to 'cheat' these days. Sometimes they use more exotic methods than silicone implants, but I still think it's a cheat. Like dark magic, for example. Not that I'd ever do that, of course." she says with a teasing, sarcastic edge in her voice, shoving her firm breast in your face and rubbing it over your cheek again. Then, she straightens back up and puts her hands around her black short-shorts, starting to pull them lower. She is sitting right next to you, facing away, so that you can turn and see from very close up as her pale ass starts to peek out from those shorts being pulled down.

"Now, why don't you live up to your name, and show me how well you can 'Lickety' me back." she says, her voice taking on that sensuous, husky quality again that tells you she isn't kidding in the slightest.

"For goodness sake...!" you protest weakly, still unable to move your limbs, "I done told you, Magik, I'm not interested in girls that way. But... but nevermind that! Even if I was..."

"You feel pretty interested around my fingers. Do you think I can't tell that you're wettening up down there?" Magik giggles, slipping her finger past the edge of your suit and edging it into your pussy.

"Nnnnh!" you exhale tensely. "...even if I was, we don't hardly know eachother! We just spoke for the first time a few hours ago, darn it!"

"Hmph." Magik Knight purses her sensuous ruby-red lips contemptuously. "That's plenty of time. You really need to loosen up, country peasant girl, this is the big city. If it does turn out you're all hetero, then I need to take you on one of our 'girls nights' to the high class resort clubs where the rich, handsome heirs and star athletes come around. But that is a very big 'if', yes?" she finishes pulling her shorts down around her knees, and rather than taking them all the way off, she pushes her soft white butt against your cheek from the side. One kind of cheek is pressing closely against another.

"Really," Magik continues teasingly speaking, "I would have thought that you would have experimented more with yourself by now. You can literally make another beautiful, curvy, sexy girl from nothing whenever you want to! Even if you were afraid of admitting you might not be just straight, why not experiment? After all, isn't that just the same thing as playing with yourself?"

"I don't play with myself either! And I only just figured out I could split myself into copies today..." you suddenly tense up and raise your voice. "And nevermind that!! What the heck is wrong with you? I don't want to do sex stuff with MYSELVES! That ain't less weirder than doing it with some other girl, it's more weirder!"

Even as the words leave your mouth you realize that she's baited you into saying exactly what she wanted. Magik laughs triumphantly, that wicked edge in her voice coming out again. "Then it sounds like we're in agreement! Remember, this could save your life if a villainess has you hostage: start with flat up and down licks, then thrust. And don't be afraid to edge a little into the анус."

There's nothing to be done about it, you realize. Isn't there supposed to be some ad campaign out there about how "No means no"? In your case at least, it doesn't feel so easy. Somehow, when someone just keeps asking and pressuring you in a sexual direction, your 'no' eventually becomes, if not an enthusiastic 'yes', then at least an 'all right, fine'. That's how you lost your virginity, and now, it seems like it's going to be how you lose your... uh... mouth virginity.

You have never been anywhere near this close to another woman's privates before. Magik's smooth, pale pubic mound just barely reveals a hint of her pink lower lips. Magik is straddling your face, and the feel of her pale thighs squeezing your head and neck from either side gives you a claustrophobic feeling. It is as if the entire room has shrunk to encompass nothing but your face and her cunt. Not only that, but because she's sitting facing away from you, you are getting a very up-close look at the tight brown star-shaped point that you're glad she keeps clean.

Since you've got an excuse... Wushu Panda is ignoring you and Magik Knight isn't taking no for an answer... you extend your tongue and gingerly begin to wash it up and down the edges of her, tasting her smooth, supple skin. You realize this isn't quite what she wanted, so with a gulp, you extend your tongue further and make contact with her vaginal lips. After a few licks, you can clearly tell that she is very excited by the musky tang hitting your tongue. Although she is fairly quiet so far, you can see and feel her tense up every time your tongue makes contact. Remembering what she said, you start flicking the stiff tip of your tongue up and down along her slit.

"Oh, think you were lying about having no experience. That, or you are a natural," Magik purrs, bending down a little so she can stroke you between your own legs again. "But even girls with talent need a push," she says, emphasizing the last word by slipping three fingers past your suit and starting to press them into you a little at a time. "Push that hot tongue of yours deeper, Lynn. If you go too slow I might need to start smothering you with my ass."

Although Magik's bottom is a fair bit smaller than yours - though no less shapely - you don't want her to follow through on that threat, so you crane your neck to press your lips right up against her honey pot. Kissing is one of the few 'sexual' things that you've done more than once so you pucker up and push your mouth against her hot, wet cunt lips. There is a 'smmmkkk' as you suck and smooch it. With that closeness, you push your tongue all the way inside of her.

Ilyana likes it. She really, REALLY likes it, and although you have no experience with lesbianism, it isn't difficult to tell, on account of the quivers running through her hips and the thighs tightening around you. You start dipping your tongue in and out of her, remembering that it felt the best when your first lover rubbed you near the top of your sex and doing the same for her. She is gently but firmly sliding her fingers in and out of you now. Gulping, you remember what she said before, and when you take a break, you slowly, hesitantly give a little touch of your tongue to the space between her pussy and her asshole... and, as if you were sticking your hand into a pot of boiling water to retrieve something, you stick the tip of your tongue against her anus for just a fraction of a second before pulling it back and then trying to 'wipe' your tongue off on her inner thigh.

Her hands have shifted to cup your breasts now, squeezing them a little too hard as her excitement grows and grows. You'd be lying if you said you weren't starting to miss the feeling of her fingers in your pussy, you were pretty far down that road. When she returns to flicking an index finger over your clit you cannot help but give out a sharp cry: "Oh yeah...!" You blush and hope she didn't hear you too clearly around her ass and thighs muffling you.

Magic is aggressively pressing herself down on you now and you figure that even if you are a little upset at her for forcing this on you, that's no reason not to treat it as a learning experience. Making her cum is just another job, right? You might as well do it properly. You start moving your entire head as you rapidly lick up and down along her pussy, tongue halfway in her. Up and down, up and down, like mowing a lawn. And this particular hedge-trimming exercise seems to be very much to Ilyana's liking, as she starts panting and crying out in high-pitched yelps. "Oh yes, Lynn! Yes! Lickety lickety lickety FUCK YES!" Her thighs shudder and she bucks violently atop you.

Damn it all... the moment that you make her cum. Magik loses all interest in stimulating you, leaving you a minute away from climax as she rolls off of you and turns her hands to cupping her own breasts as she lays on the bed panting for a few minutes. She turns away and notes that you're watching closely as she slowly, sensually pulls her black hot pants back up.

"I will call that... a decent first effort. But with much room for improvement." she says, her voice dripping with playful conceitedness. You wrinkle her nose at her and grit your teeth. Still unable to move your arms and legs, your crotch feels as if it's on fire, the warmth building up towards a climax slowly fading. You aren't sure whether you're glad you can't instinctively slip your fingers down there and start trying that technique La Petite Mort taught you for yourself, or not.

After agonizing for long moments you decide that your pride just won't allow you to beg her to give your cunt more attention. You keep hoping it'll go back to normal but instead the growing pleasure fades to a persistent itch. Once you regain enough control you roll over and hide your blushing face under a pillow, tucking your legs up underneath you. With your butt jutting out towards her you keep thinking Magik is going to start groping and stimulating you again... but she doesn't, seeming to be content to bask in the afterglow. You can still taste her musk on your tongue.

It seems you briefly drifted off, as when you wake up, Wushu Panda is standing over you, having yanked your pillow away rudely. "Hey! Split-girl! It's late at night and we only have so many hours before morning. I finished my meditation an hour ago and I'm tired of waiting! 我们走吧!" Although you don't know exactly what 'Woe-main Zoo Baw' means, you think you get the idea.

You glance over to Magik Knight who is smirking at you. "Yes... plenty of time to rest again when we are celebrating our success. And maybe I'll see fit to give you some... praise, if you handle yourself well." she puts hand to her mouth and sticks her tongue out between her index and middle finger meaningfully.

"Uh..." you say, eyes flicking between the two heroines. "Panda?"

"What?" the black-and-white dressed heroine asks sharply, straightening out her undersized top to make sure it shows lots of underboob without being in imminent risk of slipping off completely.

"Nevermind... let's go do the, uh, scouting..." you mumble, getting to your feet. As you do, you look down and notice that your bruises from earlier have healed completely. You don't feel any pain at all. In fact, you feel incredible energetic. And... not just energetic. The moment you think back on what you and Magik did, the itch between your legs returns. "Just as soon as I do one thing."

You go to the telephone sitting on the table and dial a number. After many rings, to your relief, you hear a feminine voice on the other end. "Hello...? Who's this?"

Damn, do you really sound like that? You'd thought your voice was a bit less rough and more feminine than that. "It's me." you say simply.

The girl on the other end says. "What? Who's me?"

"YOU!" you shout back in frustration.

"Me?" the phone says.

"Yes, me!" you say with conviction. "Jeez, I guess the copies I make of myself have half the brains as well as half the strength! Listen, we're goin' to that warehouse now. You've had hours and hours, surely you ditched Nightingale by now?"

"Well, yes, but..." the voice on the other end has a quaver of concern in it. "There was... that is... Magik Knight..."

"Yeah," you say, "I'm with her now. Time's a wasting, just go ahead and meet us at the location, alright? I'm countin' on you to be our backup if things go south."

"So you... don't want to merge again, yet?" the voice on the other end sounds relieved, strangely.

"No, I think it's more useful his way..." you say. "Why do you sound so happy about it? You aren't starting to buy into Mort's stupid consciousness **** thing right? I remember you and me... me and me... ugh! The point is we both kept our memories and kept thinking sort of separately after we merged together."

"Yeah, I know, you don't have to tell me!" the copy says over the phone. "It ain't that, it's just..." you hear her/you gulp. "Nevermind, I'll be there."