Echoes of Avanna

Princess Diana approached the door to her suite, and found it slightly open. Her heart leaped; she knew that meant Princess Avanna was waiting for her. She was always waiting with some surprise. Vivid memories of them gripped her, and she stopped.

Would she be behind the door, ready to press her to the wall and tear her dress off? Would she be wearing Diana's lingerie, which was slightly small on her, tightly gripping her nipples and curves? Would she be naked, posing seductively behind the curtains of her bed? Would she be nestled in a hot bath, masturbating as she walked in and coming to her first touch? She righted herself. Whatever it was, she wouldn't waste one more second missing it.

She pushed on the door, and saw the foyer... empty. It only had two comfy plush couches and a table. When Avanna had been behind the door, they hadn't made it past those couches. She remembered laying on one in complete ecstasy, her clothes a mess, as a shirtless Avanna licked her off under her dress. She had sucked Avanna's long fingers, moaning as quietly as possible, since the castle guard could pass the foyer door at any time. The only one who did find them was Leo. He hadn't made it past the couches either.

She walked to the double doors that led to her bedroom, seeing it also slightly open. The room was cool, with plush carpet and a love seat by a bookcase near the window. There, she had read her first lesbian romance novel, the words coaxing out her bisexuality. She had masturbated to the scenes in those pages, thinking of Leo and Avanna both. And a month ago, she had read those sensual scenes aloud while Leo made love to her. Avanna pleasured her breasts and neck, kissing her whenever she needed a second to breathe. Both of them had paced their touch to the intensity of her words. She hoped to find more books like that.

Diana's canopied four-post bed dominated the room, purple florescent curtains hiding what was within. She crossed the room and parted them, holding her breath, but found the bed neatly made with no Avanna. Plush pillows and soft sheets beckoned. She saw the canopy, reflective and hung with curls of starry lights. With the curtains, it created a shimmering aurorae effect that had entranced her since she was a young girl. She had pulled Leo into this bed for their first time and now felt the shadow of his hands on her hips. And when Avanna had been waiting for Diana naked, she had pulled her down, pinned her, and licked every inch of her. She told her only to get lost in that ceiling and the feel of her tongue and fingers. Even on nights alone, staring at the ceiling always lulled her to sleep with thoughts of both of them.

The double doors of her closet were closed, but she went to them. She had once found her inside, donned in tight, deep black lingerie and heels, sitting seductively in a plush chair. Her hands and legs were bound loosely, a setup Leo had helped with. Diana had kept her there, walking around her for a few minutes, stroking every curve of her body, making her wait. Slowly, she began to stroke Avanna's lips with her tongue, upside-down from above. Her hands floated down, brushing the tips of her nails on the fabric over Avanna's wetness. It was the first time she had tried a little teasing dominance. When the tight bra had finally been pulled off, freeing her hard nipples to Diana's tongue... Avanna's moan had never since been so deep and genuine. When Avanna could finally move again, all Diana could remember was the passion and naughtiness in her eyes, the way Avanna flipped her on to the chair upside down, and then her whole body going numb from what followed.

At the back of the closet, the door to the bathroom had something hanging off the handle. Finally, a sign!! She held them up; it was lingerie she'd never seen before. She loved the idea, but lamented it a little. She had already dressed up for the night, and wished her lovers could have seen it. She started to slip out of her dress, but then she heard footsteps behind her, and arms reached around her waist. It was a warm strong embrace that could only be Leo.

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"I got the things you wanted. Avanna said you might need.. Help." He said, then whispered in her ear, "I have the task of warming you up a little." She smiled as the warmth of her sexual memories were finally allowed to spread through her body. "Yes.. And maybe I can help you too." She tried to turn and kiss him, planning to dominate him as she had Avanna. But he held her there, pulling her to his body. "Ladies first," he whispered, kissing up and down her jawline, his hands on her breasts and peeling at the dress. "She told me a little about what she's going to do with you tonight.." he continued. "And..?" She asked, suddenly attentive, loving his playful tenderness. "And.. I don't think you are sleeping, my love." His hands had pulled her dress down to the waist, revealing purple lingerie with butterfly-patterned lace over her nipples. She had imagined Leo and Avanna straddled over her, each sucking one. Leo in front while inside her, and Avanna from behind as Diana sucked her nipples and pulled her hair to make her moan. With his sensual comments still in her ear and thoughts of her fantasy going wild, a heat spread through her with renewed energy. With all her strength, she broke his embrace and turned on him.

Between kisses, she tore off his coat, tie, and shirt. He held her neck and hair, letting her do what she wanted, his hot lips dancing with hers passionately. With his shirt open, she jumped into his arms and he spun, holding her against the closed door. His hands firmly held her lower back and pressed his chest tightly to hers. His fingers tenderly worked underneath to massage her vagina as his mouth worked down her neck to her nipples, still under the butterfly lace. The fabric became hot and moist as his tongue worked over it, back... and forth. Back... and forth. Back... and forth. Diana floated higher and higher.

With sudden need, she kicked off her heels and pressed her hips to his hand, pushing into his fingers, then moaned as he touched her as deep as he could, tenderly caressing every inch they could reach. Her vagina wanted so badly to cave in, to grip his loving touch in orgasm. She tapped his shoulder and gazed into his eyes, one urgent wish on her face. Without a second of wait, he brought her to the chair, sitting her down. Off came her dress, revealing lacey purple panties. Fantasies of his mouth on them now overran her brain. He held her gaze as he cupped her breasts and brushed the wet fabric with his lips. She stifled a moan, wanting more, holding his gaze still as if in challenge. With that, his tongue pressed in as it had on her nipples. Back... and forth. Back... and forth. It felt so good, too good. Her grip on her moans weakened, but she still held them, and his gaze, as her body strained to release.

He finally brought his hands down. In a flash, he pulled her panties off and hovered his mouth over her, stopping just an inch away. Diana's breath caught, this level of teasing was not normal. She was captured by his gaze, paralyzed as she waited. Her need for those lips doubled, tripled, in just those few seconds. He smiled, reveling in her need for him, and lowered his mouth to her.

His lips and tongue made her numb. Quickly, her limits came and went. She reached for him, pulling his head into her, feeling his tongue go deep. She came, and came, and came, and while she came his tongue moved upward, where it would make a mess of her. With a second rush, her body arched and hot liquid released. Expertly, he caught it all with his mouth, taking all that she let go. His grip on her breasts tightened, and his tongue worked still deeper as she pressed against his mouth, strained in extended ecstasy. She screamed, "Leo! Ahh.. Make love to me. Now. Now!" She heard his pants unzip, and his mouth left her. She immediately turned over, showing her bare ass to him, smiling, breathing, and waiting.

In a second, his full hardness pressed in. His strong, familiar hands held her hips. Her breath came in gasps, and she gripped the arms of the chair, pushing up as his slow strokes shot heat through her again. And again. And again. His hands moved up her torso, cupping her breaths and pulling her chin into a backwards kiss. They danced in this position, pulsing and moaning into each other, tongues and lips in intimate play. He moaned louder, pressing into her as deep as he could go, and she felt hot cum enter her as they joined in orgasm. They held it, pulse after pulse shaking their bodies to their core... then relaxed.