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[For Elphaba] The Wicked Witch of Barsoom

Barsoom was not a war-torn planet, but it was by no means peaceful. The inhabitants of Helium still had tension with the primitive Tharks. There were raids on trade routes daily that the Jeddak had to deal with. For the most part, Dejah was not involved with the affairs of her father. She was too busy working with her theories and scientific research.

The presence of John Carter had brought more knowledge of the Ninth Ray to Helium. Dejah was determined to harness the power of the Ninth Ray to use it herself.

But for the moment, she was content to relax, sitting in the red sand gardens maintained in the royal courtyard. Dejah was clad in her usual loose silks, which had plenty of cutouts and openings to reveal her skin and the patterns tattooed along her long legs and slender arms. Jewels and metals adorned her neck and waist and wrists. Dejah Thoris, the princess of Helium, was renowned as one of - if not the - most beautiful women on Barsoom. Her dark hair fell in waves down her back, part of it secured at the crown of her head with an ornate metal jeweled pin. Her eyes, the richest blue, were pouring over a text of mythology.

She tried to keep her mind off of the husband that had gone missing. She tried not to think of John Carter of Earth.

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Dejah sighed softly, savoring the sensation of having Elphaba's breasts in her hands. Her fingers traced circles along Elphaba's spine. After a moment, Dejah squeezed the clasp as instructed, and let the garment fall away. Her eyes were mesmerized by the sight of Elphaba's bare breasts. They were so full and perfect, especially in their particular emerald shade. Her fingers again ran over the fullness of her breasts, squeezing them softly in her palms.

Elphaba bit her lower lip as the piece of clothing was lifted away. Her perky, full breasts bounced free before a sultry moan was pulled out of her when she felt Dejah's hands on her. Her hands undid the clips she had found before her hands began to go over every inch of Dejah's breasts with reverence as she began to tenderly massage them as she worked towards the nipples. She added a few squeezes to see how Dejah would react.

Dejah moaned aloud as she felt Elphaba dragging her fingers over her breasts. Her own fingers dragged over Elphaba's breasts and punched playfully at her nipples. The contrast of Elphaba's green skin to Dejah's copper-colored skin was all the more arousing to look at with their breasts now exposed. Dejah wrapped her arms around Elphaba's waist, playfully dragging her fingers along her spine as Dejah leaned in for another sensual kiss.

Elphaba's back arched slightly to press her breasts into Dejah's hands even more. The light pinch to her nipples pulled a low moan from Elphaba, her breasts were quite sensitive. She pressed herself up against Dejah and eagerly returned that sensual kiss. Elphaba hummed into the kiss as she slid Dejah's hands down to her ass. She was hoping Dejah would push her underwear down.

Elphaba shifted her body slightly so that both of their full breasts could rub up against each other directly.

Dejah found herself smirking at how sensitive Dejah's nipples were. When Elphaba moved her hands down, Dejah found herself entranced with how round that ass was. She slipped her fingers beneath the fabric and squeezed playfully. With their breasts pressed so flush against each other, Dejah moaned softly. She pushed down Elphabah's panties, slowly, dragging her fingers over Elphaba's skin and squeezing her ass.

Elphaba moaned as she rocked her body to sensually stimulate both of them as their bodies began to grow intensely aroused. Elphaba arched her. Pay to press more into Dejah's hands as she explored. Elphaba felt her underwear disappear and smirked as she found the final clasps to bare Dejah as well.

Elphaba continued the kiss, but leaned back so that she ended up on her back with Dejah atop her. Elphaba would slowly shift so that they were in the middle before making a move to roll them over so that she was now atop Dejah. Elphaba pulled back from the sensual kiss slowly. "Let me show you what pleasures you have been missing." She purred as she began to kiss her way down to Dejah's supple and firm breasts.

As the final clasps of Dejah's outfit were undone and the cloth and metal fell away, the princess moaned softly as both their soft, nude bodies pressed together. She remembered how hard John Carter's body had been. Elphaba's body was so much better. Lean, but soft in all the right places.

When Elphaba pulled her down, Dejah rather enjoyed settling atop her and kissing her deep. It felt good, having her beneath her. But then Elphaba suddenly flipped them, Dejah gasped softly. She had to admit though, that felt good too, having her on top and dominating the fair princess of Barsoom. Dejah started to reply, but the way Elphaba's lips brushed over her breasts made her moan. Dejah arched her body, pressing her breasts more against Elphaba's lips. She found herself wanting Elphaba to suckle her nipples, abs as she fantasized, Dejah moved her hands down along Elphaba's back.

Elphaba felt her opportunity to remain in control and had no intention of giving it up anytime soon. She did indeed go low enough to work over those pert nipples of Dejah's. she worked over those nipples by flicking her tongue over them as her hands worked to massage and knead over the soft mounds.

Dejah gasped softly as Elphaba licked and pressed over her sensitive nipples. "Goddess...yes..." Dejah moaned as her back arched. Her hands slid further down Elphaba's back, finding her soft ass and squeezing possessively. Pleasure rushed through Dejah's body as Elphaba teased her sensitive breasts.

Elphaba smirked when she heard that. She doubled her efforts to work over those delicious, tan breasts. She suspected Dejah was pent up enough to go over just from stimulation here. Her tongue moved to flick over each nipple in turn to pull more moans of pleasure from the beautiful princess writhing beneath her.

She shifted her hips back into those hands squeezing over her ass. She moaned around the nipple in her mouth to encourage her to continue what she was doing.

Dejah whimpered softly as Elphaba continued her oral assault on her sensitive breasts. She was indeed pent up. Dejah felt her body arch on instinct. One hand came up to run through Elphaba's raven locks, tugging gently, though not enough to inhibit her movements.

The other hand remained at Elphaba's ass, squeezing and kneading each cheek. Dejah moaned as she felt Elphaba moan around her nipple. Dejah felt her body tightening and tingling. She writhed beneath Elphaba as she felt her body overwhelmed by pleasure. "Yes-! Yes, right there-!!" Dejah yelped as she felt her entire body shudder and burst - her fluids rushing from her core and splashing onto Elphaba's thighs.

Elphaba smirked as she continued what she was doing. She had no intention of stopping until Dejah was so satisfied her entire body went lax. Elphaba felt how powerful that release was for Dejah. She looked upon the other woman with a tender smile as she pulled back from a breast slowly. "That was quite the release. I think you need a few more to lessen the build up." She purred.

Elphaba licked her lips as she continued to kiss her way down until her lips were moving over Dejah's hips. She left a trail of tender kisses and light nips as her hands massaged their way up the inside of her toned thighs.

Dejah breathed heavily as she came down from her orgasm. At first she didn't hear Elphaba's words, but then they began to sink in slowly. Her blue eyes flashed open as she glanced down to her emerald-skinned lover. "Wha...more?" Could she even handle more? Her body trembled at the anticipation of the very possibility.

When Elphaba began to move lower, a tremor raked through Dejah's body. She gasped sharply as she felt those soft lips kiss over the ridge of her hips. The feeling of her deft fingers moving up Dejah's thighs made her sigh aloud and writhe in desire.

Dejah's hands slid up Elphaba's body naturally as she moved down. Fingertips grazed over Elphaba's spine, nails dragged against her skin, but not enough to scratch and make her bleed - just enough for sensation.

Elphaba felt how Dejah was reacting beneath her and knew exactly how close the woman was getting to becoming lost in the haze of pure bliss. Elphaba gave a low, sultry moan as she felt those fingers tease up her spine. Her eyes flashed up to watch Dejah's beautiful face a her mouth and fingers met at those soft, tan folds. Elphaba's fingers began to massage the soft skin as her tongue stretched out to lap at her clit before slowly drawing it into her mouth tonsuckle on it with her full lips. Elphaba began humming at different pitches to find the right one to send pleasure directly through her clit and to her core.

Dejah could never have anticipated how it would feel, having Elphaba's lips on her own lower set. When her hot, wet tongue came out and slipped along her entrance, Dejah's back arched and she cried out sharply. She whispered low words in the language of Barsoom, but they all ran together, almost like a spell in their own right. When Elphaba began humming against her clit, vibrating her lips and tongue against the sensitive gland, Dejah whimpered and squirmed, bringing one hand to tug gently at Elphaba's raven locks, though not enough to deter her.

Elphaba felt how Dejah was reacting beneath her. She continued to work over her clit before sliding down to lick around her entrance before pressing her tongue into Dejah. She curled the tip of her tongue to stimulate the spot just past her entrance that was usually very sensitive on women. She wondered how long she would last before she went over again.

Dejah whimpered as Elphaba's tongue continued to explore her entrance and folds. As her tongue penetrated her, Dejah gripped Elphaba's hair that much tighter and cried out. This was a new feeling for her, such sublime and deep pleasure. Dejah unconsciously rocked her hips up into Elphaba's mouth, encouraging her to continue, wanting more, wanting her deeper.

Elphaba moaned into Dejah's core as she eagerly worked her tongue even more. Elphaba didn't mind in the least what Dejah did. She did not need to breathe, something that was useful when pleasuring a woman like this. Elphaba stayed focused on the spot that was causing Dejah so much pleasure. She worked to curl and flick her tongue over the spot to make the sensations even stronger. One hand moved to continue rubbing her clit in tender circles as the other reached up to work on those sensitive breasts. Elphaba was curious if Dejah would gush over her again.

Dejah was unaware that Elphaba didn't need to breathe. So she was amazed when Elphaba was able to stay down and between her legs for so long. Dejah gasped and moaned aloud as she felt her core growing incredibly tense. Squeezing and tightening, ready to squeeze around that hot, wet tongue that was so perfectly probing her body. Dejah whined and writhed against the bed. "Goddess-! Oh...oh, Elphaba...I can't-!!" she couldn't stop herself. She was right there, right on the cusp of cumming once again.

Elphaba smirked and moaned lowly to send added vibrations trough a Dejah to really intensify the sensations she was experiencing. Elphaba lengthened her tongue with magic just a bit more to really move her tongue deep within the other woman. She was curious if Dejah would even notice how deep her tongue was in this moment. She flicked and swirled her tongue to send the beautiful woman beneath her over once again.

Dejah gasped as she felt how deep Elphaba's tongue could sink inside her. Had it been that long before? She didn't know, she didn't care. All she could do was feel as Elphaba continued letting her tongue explore Dejah's dripping heat. Each flick, every swirl had Dejah moaning louder and gripping that hair. Until finally she felt everything burst from inside her again. Tension and heat that had been squeezing her core so tightly suddenly released in a rush and Dejah came hard against Elphaba's mouth.

Elphaba eagerly drank Dejah down and greatly enjoyed the flavor. She moaned around those soft folds as she licked the perfectly tanned skin clean. Elphaba smirked inwardly as she expanded her tongue to better fill her as Elphaba continued to eat her out eagerly. She had no intention of stopping until the beautiful Dejah had gone over a third powerful time. She wanted the princess to be in a daze of lust and desire.

Dejah came down slowly from her orgasm. Feeling the softness of Elphaba's tongue continue to drink and lap at her folds only made the orgasm last that much longer. She looked down, face flushed as she felt Elphaba's tongue expand. Oh, this was impossible! It had to be! How was she doing this? Dejah cried out as she felt Elphaba's tongue fill her more fully. Still soft and wet and hot, but still tight and solid. Dejah's fingers tugged again at Elphaba's hair as she whimpered in arousal.

Elphaba felt how Dejah was reacting and gave a low moan to send sparks of arousal racing through Dejah and make her squirm even more from her pleasure. Her tongue remained nice and thick as she began to slide it in and out, just like a cock. One hand wa swirling over Dejah's clit as the other reached up to lightly pinch a nipple. She wanted to hear the gorgeous woman become a babbling mess of arousal.

Dejah hadn't felt that kind of filling sensation since John Carter. Feeling Elphaba's tongue probe her and slide in and out of her, Dejah did indeed squirm and writhe beneath Elphaba's efforts. She was overwhelmed; her mind was completely blank and misty from her arousal. "You...you've done this before...?" Dejah whimpered as her fingers gripped and tugged slightly at Elphaba's hair.

[For Elphaba] The Wicked Witch of Barsoom

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