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Ribbon Candy
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Dessert Bika moans voluptuously under your touch as your hands coast up her plentiful hips beneath her sweater, under which you're a little surprised to discover she's not wearing anything but a bra. You guess buying clothes for all her bodies is kind of an expensive chore. She shucks herself of her pants and gyrates her pelvis longingly against you, her tail raised and wagging. Bika Prime's pressed herself against your back, her fingers kneading your chest, her small, hard nipples hot along your back.
Dessert Bika spreads her leg across yours, arcs her neck back, and kisses you. There's a swell to her stomach Bika Prime lacks, soft and graceful. Her curves are as decadent and inviting as her namesake. You can't resist.
It starts slow. Dessert Bika whimpers and folds her legs around yours, arching her spine, trying to engulf as much as you as possible. Bika Prime's sandpapery tongue slides up your neck. The Bikas sleeping all around you makes it feel like some giddy, illicit affair at a slumber party after everyone else has gone to sleep, and in spite of yourself you're trying to be quiet to keep from waking them.
But as the motion of Dessert Bika's hips get more and more insistent, and Bika Prime's teeth dig into your shoulder, you feel yourself starting to lose control of the situation, just like the first time. You're usually the kind to try to bring some art to your lovemaking but Bika is all animal impatience and earnest heat. She pulls your head down to her neck and rolls her shoulders as you kiss it. She flattens her back against your chest, worming her way closer into your core, monstrously hungry for more of your skin against hers.
Wasn't there supposed to be some kind of foreplay or something you were supposed to do? Maybe light some candles? How are you supposed to remember sex tips when you can barely recall your name?
"All of me," Bika gasps, and you're too lost to identify which. As lucid as the rest of her might be, the body in your clutches is experiencing sensory overload. "Take me. Whenever. Any of me. Zack."
You bite her neck, the instinctual break and crash rising up through your stomach.
"Wait wait in me." Bika Prime is dryhumping your back. You almost forgot she was there. "Finish in this one. Please please please."
You try to say something but you don't remember how English works, so instead you roll over and pin Bika Prime to the ground beneath your weight. You cum, one arm still around Dessert Bika and the other pushing Prime's head into the pillows. She screams into them, a full-chested yowl, and one of her next to you snorts and jerks awake.
"Oops," Dessert Bika pants, as Bika Prime goes limp beneath you. "Sorry, me."
You collapse back between them, and stare into Bika Prime's face. You say "That was amazing" but your mouth just goes "Thahaaa."
She giggles and kisses you. From both sides.
At some point you remember what you were going to tell her. "Yes," you say.
"Yes? Yes what?"
"Yes I would love to live with you. At least for now."
"I love you," she says.
"Hey," you say. "Cool." Your head is spinning. "I mean I love you too. I'm sorry. I'm a little out of it."
"No apology needed," Dessert Bika says. "Actually wait yes apology needed but it can come in the form of snuggling," Bika Prime says. "But only because you woke me up," Sleepy Bika says.
"You woke you up," you say.
"You made me wake me up."
"I can't think right now."
"Good." She pulls a heavy comforter up across the three of you. "Sleepy Bika."
"I was going to do the thing with the--" You pat the cushion by your head. "Pillow. Pillow talk."
"You don't need to talk," Dessert Bika says. She holds your hand lightly and draws it across her chest "There are deeper things than talking."
It feels like it's only a minute or so after she says that that you fall firmly into a warm, furry slumber.
What's Zack doing tomorrow?
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