Nealie Takes Charge

Before you have the chance to say anything, Nealie's hands have slipped under your dress, and within a moment, your bloomers and crinoline are free and cast to the ground. She sits on her legs, perched to your side, and makes a show of slipping her silk gloves from her dainty hands, and tossing them aside flippantly. For a moment, you're startled by what you see. Her fingers aren't human... At least not exactly. They're perfectly smooth, and shaped an elegant perfection, but each knuckle has a subtle round hinge joint, just like a dolls. Similarly, her wrist has a ball joint, hidden underneath the lace of her sleeve. You begin to wonder if that's why she wears such a high collar as well, but before you can voice your thought, Nealie's slender little digits hide themselves under your skirt, and caress your new feminine anatomy.

You glance up to Nealie with a sense of shock on your face, and are met by a sly and predator smirk. Her usually round eyes are squinted, and her lip is pursed tight. She raises one brow, as if to challenge you. It seems to say, you're not going to pretend you don't want this, are you? Your body responds for you, as a tingling wash of arousal pulses through your body. Your nipples feel puffy, and suddenly constrained behind your corset, and your new vulva feels almost itchy with need. A wide smile breaks out across her face, and she slides a finger along your slit, both tickling you and causing a slight huff to catch in your throat. She reveals her wet sticky fingers out from underneath your dress, and giggles as she rubs the lubrication between her finger and thumb. A radiating heat fills your body, and you find yourself quite suddenly longing for this woman to continue her exploration of your new sex.

Quite suddenly she plants a kiss on your lips, breathy and passionate. Her fingers slip beneath your dress again, and one, then two, of those wonderfully dexterous fingers slip into your new sex. You would cry out, but your moans are stifled by her mouth. She bites ate your bottom lip, and tugs it as she begins stroking her fingers in a deep hither too motion within your sex. Your breath is heavy as she continues her ministrations looking into your glazed eyes with a possessive mischievousness. Lightning ripples through your body, as she takes those two fingers, and begins sliding it up and down your slit, paying special attention to a sensitive little button. She continues plunging her fingers into your sex, and stroking deeply, while using her thumb to massage your plump needy clit.

Her fingers are inhumanly dexterous, and within moments you're moaning like a wanton slut. Mere minutes later, you're body wells up with euphoria, and you cum your dirty arousal all over your dress. Your body is on autopilot, as you cry out. You see stars, as your sex pulses, squirting out the messy white discharge of piss, lubricant, and cum. Your mind takes leave of your senses, and you find yourself floating on a cloud of pleasure. You have the vague sense that Nealie's hand has withdrawn from your sex, but even her faint caress of your inner thigh is like a powerful sensation that threatens to knock you from your cloud. You wince, and she withdraws her hand, but continues to gaze down at you with that Cheshire smile. You float for... seconds? Hours? It's hard to tell, but as you finally come down you realize that Nealie has undone your corset, and is playfully rubbing, and pinching your tits.

She's sees awareness returning to your gaze, and following a quick kiss on the cheek, she whispers in your ear. "My turn~"

Before you realize what's happened, your world goes dark, and an infinite vista of lace and fabric covers your eyes. At the center of this endless field is her parted legs, and lovely plump vulva. Curiously, you see that her legs similarly have the large ball joints, like a doll, but her sex still seems hot and needy just like a flesh and blood human. You don't have long to think, as the next thing you know those engorged lips are plunged onto your face, rubbing against your nose, cheek, and lips, and smearing you with her musky smelling lubrication. Your world is now totally dark, underneath her dress, and your breath is ragged as you gasp between her smothering pussy, but you still lick vigorously, and hungrily at her sex. You wrap your arms around her legs, best as you can, and pull her tighter into your face. Your tongue finds her clit, and you hear her moan before clamping your head between her thighs.

Breath is harder to take now, but it only spurs you on. You open your mouth wide, as if to munch on her engorged lips, and you manage to catch some of her hot flesh in between your lips. She begins to rut against your face, pressing her sex firmly against your face, as if using your body like a texture sex toy, rather than a living breathing thing, and within moments she's crying out and dripping her musky cum all over your face. Her cry matches the rhythm of her rut, and grows higher and higher in pitch until she goes weak. You can feel her weight fall on your face, and her center of mass shifts forward, as if she's propping herself upright on her hands. You can feel the throbbing of the muscles in her groin, and nuzzle her cunt with your nose.

She sighs, and tumbles off of your body. She lies next to you, and turns her face to yours. The silent moments tick by as you both drift in the glow of your orgasms. It's not long before she kisses you again, then at last she speaks.

"Oh~ I could go all day... I've been pint up for a century... Isyphenia..." She says that name with a simmering rage. "Kept everything from us... We never felt, tasted, smelled..." Her words trail off, and she presses her forehead to yours. "But we don't have time to waist!"

With some resignation, she sits upright. "We have to leave quickly!" She offers a hand to you, which you take graciously. "There will undoubtedly be hundreds of greater demons, eager to fill the power gap Isyphenia's **** has caused. They'll destroy this estate, looking for her secrets. We should take what we can and run!" She offers a hand to you, which you graciously take. She titters. "You can get cleaned up and get your things, I'll pack everything else. Meet me in the grand hall in an hour!"