Intimate Moments Series:
Demona and Andrea

Written by: Madame Destine
Email: m_destine@hotmail.com

With thanks to Mooncat, for inspiring me with her lovely illustration of a scene
from The Lesson to write this short continuation of Andrea's dream

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"Mm, yes… that's it, my pet. Keep going… keep go-" Demona gasped, her breath growing short as she rose closer and closer to the edge. The whip had been cast forgotten onto the bed, and her wings hung limply as she tossed her head back, inhaling raggedly through clenched teeth. Her chest heaved, the taut pink nipples standing out starkly against the smooth azure skin of her full, round breasts. They ached for attention, but for the moment they would have to wait. Demona curled her talons deeper into the soft mane of her lover's honey-blonde hair, pulling her an imperceptible bit closer and urging her onward.

Andrea gave a soft moan, pausing only for the briefest of moments before resuming the task to which she had been assigned. The scent of Dominique's passion was overwhelming, but the taste was nearly driving her mad. She flicked her tongue teasingly over the labia, making sure she had not missed a drop of the honeyed sweetness, then pushed smoothly past them again to resume the torment of the sensitive, hardened nub that lay just beyond. Andrea strained against her leather bonds. She longed to place her hands upon the swell of the gargoyle's backside and caress the special spot just above the tail that would bring her lover full circle, but the cuffs locked about her wrists held her tight. She could only clench her fingers helplessly and continue the assault with her tongue as the impassioned gargoyle writhed before her.

The dampness trickling down the inside of her own thighs told Andrea she didn't have much time left to waste. The vibrator that Dominique had gifted her with as part of the challenge had already slipped by over an inch, and every second longer that it churned away only drove her closer and closer to the inevitable. Andrea heard her lover moan, a soft growl rising deep within her throat, and knew by the sound that Dominique was ripe for climax. With one more soft gasp of her own, she buried her face in the gargoyle's sweet muff and with probing tongue found Dominique's clitoris one last time.

"Yes, Andrea… oh yes… YES!" Demona's vision went red as she came, her tail lashing as sweet ecstasy embraced her not once, not twice, but three times in the span of just a few seconds. Andrea smiled, then rocked backward, surrendering herself to her own orgasm. She gasped, trembling and closing her eyes as the pleasurable wave overtook her. Vaguely, she was aware of the vibrator slipping from between her legs. Freed at last by the additional lubrication, it clattered to the floor, still concealed for the moment beneath the folds of her pleated skirt. As she savored the moment, though, she found she hardly cared.

When she opened her eyes again a few moments later, it was because someone was tugging at her collar, yanking gently on the leash as if to urge her to her feet. She looked up at Dominique and a grin spread across her still glistening lips as she spied the sensual smile on her mate's face. Carefully, she struggled to her feet, surprised to find herself becoming strangely excited by her bondage as the gargoyle held the leash tight, ensuring that the heavy collar would keep her from losing her balance. The short struggle was rewarded with a kiss, and Andrea did not resist as her mate used the leash to draw her close.

Demona purred softly as she parted Andrea's lips with her tongue and tasted of the bittersweet remnants of the feasting she had been engaged in just moments before. "Your performance was exquisite, Miss Calhoun," she said at last, after breaking the kiss. "Congratulations. You have completed your first lesson." She twitched her tail provocatively, and gave a devilish smile. "You do look so lovely in that uniform," she intoned, "yet I'm sure you'd love to earn your way back out of those chains. So what will it be, Miss Calhoun? Would you like to proceed to the next lesson?"

Andrea squirmed playfully and lifted her chin, tossing her head lightly to one side as she considered her other unspoken option: remain in bondage until morning. All in all, it didn't sound like she had much choice in the matter, but then again, she really hadn't expected to. Dominique was far too creative, and the night was still a long way from being over. Andrea smirked as she saw the tip of Dominique's tail disappear beneath the pleats of her plaid skirt, and steadied herself as it came to rest gently against the lips of her sex.

"Speak up, Miss Calhoun," Demona mock-chided. "Do you want to move on to the next lesson or not?"

The young blonde gasped softly as the wriggling tip of the gargoyle's tail brushed ever so lightly against the hooded, still swollen bud of her clitoris. "Mm, yes, Madame," she replied at last. Andrea let her eyes flutter shut once more, smiling as the rubbing between her legs continued. "Yes, Madame, please," she muttered, "teach me another lesson."

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