A little self on self pleasure

Your kiss is more intimate than any you have ever shared. The duplicant's tongue fences as your own, your mouth tastes like hers, and your lips press together with a perfect match of luscious hunger. The slime that sheaths your naked bodies only adds a layer of lubrication to the press of your thigh against hers and her breasts against yours. In a realm of double dealing and cruelty, you hold in your arms the one person who understand you - your fears and desires - completely.

"We should stop this," she says, meaning not a word of it as her tongue is almost immediately back in your mouth.

You press her back against the wall, your hard nipples rubbing back and forth against hers and her hot groove rests against your thigh.

"It is a very bad idea," you agree, breathing the words into her kiss. "We should be... mmm... thinking up a way to get out of this."

She laughs, her breath hot on your cheek, your neck, her lips tracing their way down to your shoulder. She kisses and sucks at the supple flesh there as her hands cradle your firm bottom. She squeezes and spreads your ass. Her fingers tickle over your tender hole and lower, to tease against the yearning velvet of your sex. You sigh against her and grind your thigh against her red thatched quim. She moans in almost exact reply against your shoulder and works her hips slightly to slip against your leg.

Your lust is so perfectly and eagerly matched by her lust that you are not even certain which of you pulls the other to the floor. The slime-slicked floorboards make for a slippery bed, coating you with more of the translucent filth and yet doing nothing to deter your desire. Writhing together in the lubricating goop, you feel the sudden urge to feel a tongue lapping at your clit. You make eye contact with the Sabine duplicant and she smiles knowingly.

"Me first," she says, rolling you onto your back and sliding up your body before you can stop her. Her silky thighs surround your head and her weight pins you back onto the floor, though you are not struggling very hard. That familiar delicate groove and that red thatch of hair looks completely new from this perspective. She guides her hot folds onto your face, smothering your mouth with her sex. You hug her hips, no longer fighting but rather caressing her thighs and looking up at her as she fondles her breasts with one hand and begins to rock herself against your tongue. "Oh yes, lick me... ohhhh!"

Of course she does not need to tell you to lick her or where or how to lick her. This is your body filled with your desires. You know just how to pleasure her with your eager tongue. Memories of other times, other women, float up from the unremembered depths of your ****. How many times have you tasted a woman in your travels? Your tongue is skilled, slipping into Sabine's honeyed channel and back out again to swirl and flick against the straining bud of her clit.

"That's it," she moans. "Let me help you out as well."

Her weight shifts, her head twists to look over her shoulder and you feel her leaning a hand between your thighs. As your tongue pleasures Sabine's clit, her fingers work their magic on your own. She strokes you with all the skill and knowledge you are unleashing with your tongue. Your cries of pleasure are muffled and you reciprocate her deft fingerwork by sucking hard at her clit. She grinds against your mouth. Your fingers cradle and squeeze her firm bottom as you taste her honeyed juices washing away the disgusting slime on your lips.

"Ohhhh yes," she moans. "You may be an impostor, but you're a good one!"

"You're the impostor," you laugh from beneath her, "but your pussy is just as sweet as mine."

"I'm sure I'll find out for myself soon enough," she replies and then her words are silenced as your tongue batters her clit once more.

She tries to continue to work her fingers into and over your slit, but she loses her concentration and can only dully fuck them straight in and out of your hungry pussy. In moments, your impostor is cumming and grinding her sex atop your face. The flow of her warm nectar intensifies and you eagerly swallow. At the peak of her orgasm you pull her roughly forward, so that her ass rather than her quim is resting atop your mouth. Your tongue laps the slime from her soft pucker, opens her ass and tastes the depths of her forbidden hole. All the while your fingers work at her clit, prolonging and transforming her intense orgasm into a chain of several.

"A fair trick," she cries, slipping off your face and rolling into the slime beside you. "Now it's my turn. You've no idea what I have in store for your little bottom!"

She turns you over onto your hands and knees and lifts your hips so your pale bottom is offered up for her inspection. She squeezes your firm flesh and spreads your ass open. Her hand strums gently at your burning quim, already near release from her handiwork. It is as she is admiring her own lovely ass reflected in your flesh that you notice Bulgarmet's cock again. It is much larger and harder than it was minutes before and seems to flex impatiently. Your gaze looks up towards the portal where the gluttonous daemon had pressed his face and you notice something far more disturbing.

All over the wall and on every wall, peep holes have opened while you were licking the false Sabine. There are several dozen of them at varying heights, including a few on the ceiling and floor. Each peephole has a grotesque bulging eye pressing through it, watching you and your fellow Sabine wrestling in the slime. He has been watching you and evidently enjoying your show.

"I know how you love to have your ass licked," murmurs the Sabine behind you, lowering her face to your bottom until you feel her breath hot against your thighs and spread cheeks. "I know because I loved it as well."

You shudder with anticipation and yet you feel less at ease than before you began pleasuring each other. Those bulging and watery eyes are taking it all in. His throbbing cock is within reach of your hands. Are you really relieving each other or just offering Bulgarmet another sort of performance?