❛ worship me. until i tell you to stop. ❜
Narcissa shivered at the command, settling herself between Bellatrix’s legs without hesitation. Her hands gripped her thighs, caressing them before pressing a kiss to one knee. The anticipation was killing her; as she worked her mouth up the inside of Bellatrix’s thigh, Narcissa couldn’t help but glance up at her sister.
Bella was nothing less than a goddess atop her throne, and she would do anything to please her. She licked along her folds, delving between them with her tongue before circling the bundle of nerves just above them. Her own cunt ached as she ate Bellatrix out, praying Bella might give her permission to finger herself soon.
The thought made her gush. Sighing, Narcissa latched onto Bellatrix’s clit, sucking and swirling her tongue in earnest. Gods, she would do this for as long as Bella would let her, tasting her, worshiping her, pouring every ounce of desire she had into the witch now gripping her hair.
