randomosity | [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 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.

Elphaba moaned lowly as her response to the question. She began to speed up her pace as she curled the very tip of her tongue to intensify the pleasure. The hand working on her clit didn't stop in its attentions. The one working on Dejah's nipple switched slowly from one breast to the other for a time. When Elphaba felt Dejah growing tense again, she cast an invisible phantom hand to work over the nipple her own hand was unable to tease. She was curious how Dejah would react to a majority of her most sensitive areas being teased simultaneously.

That was more than answer enough. Dejah was in awe of this magic or ability Elphaba seemed to have. The phantom hand had Dejah's eyes shooting open in surprise. At first she wondered if Elphaba had summoned some new companion into the room. But when she looked, of course she saw no one. Another trick of her magic, but it worked oh so well. Dejah whined and moaned as she felt her body growing more tense by the second.

But she didn't want to be the only one teased. One hand released Elphaba's raven locks and slid between them, reaching down and just barely able to squeeze and caress Elphaba's own full breast. One hand remained in Elphaba's hair, tugging softly but not enough to deter her motions. The hand at her breast used just her fingertips to brush and graze over Elphaba's nipple to tease her in turn.

Elphaba was watching Dejah's reactions and loved how responsive she was to the stimulation. She moaned again when she felt Dejah's fingers teasing over her nipple. Elphaba was plenty worked up without the additional stimulation. She focused in on her efforts to send the gorgeous Princess over again. The more she could learn before Dejah discovered her own powerful triggers...the better.

Elphaba would loose all control if any one of them was stimulated.

[For Elphaba] The Wicked Witch of Barsoom

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