Redheads and Tentacles 5 Full
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“Gah!” Tara squawked, tipping onto her side. Sammi was writhing in post-first orgasm ecstasy and had wrapped her legs around Tara’s head in body language communicating she wanted another.
“Don’t fucking stop!” Sammi emphasized her desire with a pulse of pressure from her legs.
Even as she kept licking Sammi’s clit, Tara chuckled to herself. Sammi had been insatiable today. Yes, the pair had made time to hang out with Rita and Arthur, going into town and down to the beach, but around that, she had found opportunities to steal kisses, and secret touches, with Tara. The day’s teasing culminated in Sammi dragging Tara to their room with a “We’ll see you at dinner,” to their friends. Between Sammi and Molly, Tara couldn’t think of a time she had cum so much in the short span of their vacation. And, she was making sure to give as good as she got.
Sucking on Sammi’s clit, Tara pushed a third finger into the redhead’s sopping core, eliciting a “FFFUUUuuck!” from Sammi.
“More! I need more!” Sammi cried at Tara.
“Fingers, or harder?” Tara broke the seal of her lips to ask.
“Yes!” Sammi demanded, squeezing her legs again, telling Tara she needed to get back to licking the woman’s clit.
Grinning as much as she could, with her mouth wrapped around Sammi’s nub, Tara used Sammi’s juices to lube her pinky. She fit all four fingers into her lover, stopping only when the curve to her thumb met Sammi’s hips. Pumping as much as the space crowded by her own face and Sammi’s squeezing thighs allowed, Tara fucked her friend.
“That’s… That’s it!” Sammi’s hands cupped the back of Tara’s head. “Just like that!”
Tara used her free hand to press against Sammi’s leg and maintain breathing room while the redhead shook and shuddered her way through a second orgasm. She licked and fucked Sammi until their shudders stopped and muscles slackened.
Crawling out from Sammi’s legs, and finding a dry spot on the sheets to wipe her cum and saliva covered face, Tara pulled herself up Sammi’s body to cuddle in the space between their arm and still heaving chest. She draped a leg over the taller woman’s hips and idly ran fingers over the top of their breast. Eventually, Sammi would catch their breath. Maybe they would want more, maybe they would want a nap. Tara wasn’t at all tired, but Sammi had been running hot all day.
“That was amazing!” Sammi sighed.
“You did a lot of teasing today. It seems like it was as much for yourself as me.” Tara grinned up at the buxom woman.
“I can’t get enough!” Sammi said, halfheartedly squeezing Tara.
“You seem pretty worn out to me,” Tara replied, hugging Sammi with the arm and leg resting atop her body.
“You know what I mean.” Sammi looked down at Tara and stuck her tongue out. “Don’t be pedantic.”
“I know what you mean, between getting together while on vacation, which is itself some kind of fantasy, and nearly dying, and meeting a creature out of stories… the fucking her… this has been a crazy trip.” Tara pressed a kiss into Sammi’s breast.
“Going back to reality is going to be a shock.” Sammi yawned. “Maybe we should plan a trip back here next year. The three of us.”
Sammi rolled onto her side cocooning Tara in her limbs. “But that’s for later. Now is nap time.”
Soon, Sammi was breathing deeply, almost snoring. Tara loved the feeling of her friend’s limbs wrapping around her. If she had been tired, this is how she would have wanted to crash out. As it was, her mind was spinning, thinking about her date with Molly later tonight. When she was sure Sammi wouldn’t be disturbed by her moving, Tara slipped out of the cuddle.
In a bag was a purple plush octopus and some twine she had bought today in town. Sammi had teased her about needing to practice before meeting up with Molly. “Have you tied up a person with ten limbs? No? Neither have I, of course I need to practice,” Tara had replied, blowing a raspberry for emphasis.
“Perfect,” Tara said, holding up the plushy after finishing the last knot. She thought she had outdone herself for the adaptability and creativity of her ties. Sammi had woken up while Tara was halfway through experimenting with binding the octopus’s limbs. She looked over her shoulder at Sammi, who was now reading a book, still naked. “What do you think?”
Sammi looked over the edge of her piece of literature, cocking an eyebrow at the interruption.
“Don’t look at me like that!” Tara said to the buxom redhead, stretching so her whole face rose above the bed’s edge. “I’m excited and nervous for tonight. I really want your opinion.”
With an exaggerated sigh, Sammi slipped a postcard into the book to mark her spot. Rolling onto her knees, she crawled to her lover. Pausing where she could look down at Tara, seated cross-legged on the floor, Sammi smiled at the musclebound woman and winked. “If you hadn't taken such good care of me earlier, I might be feeling a little put out.”
Sitting up on her knees, Tara pressed a loving kiss onto Sammi’s lips. Her hands ran up the redhead’s arms before cupping their dangling breasts. “I thought I put out enthusiastically today. You were the one who needed a nap when we were done. Did I not satisfy you?” she asked, pouting.
Sammi made a scoffing sound and rolled her eyes. "Let me see what you've done to this poor thing.”
The plush creature was about the size of a volleyball, not counting the limbs extending out. Tara couldn't help noticing, as soft as the fuzzy animal was, it felt nothing like Molly's octopus skin. This stuffy was the kind of soft she'd want to cuddle up with when she wasn't feeling well. Molly's skin, on the other hand, was velvety, even when wet.
Holding the toy she’d bound pulsed memories of the past two days through Tara's body. She shivered, thinking of the two times they had fucked, first the night after Molly had rescued her–out on the shelf of land jutting into the ocean, the moon lighting their clandestine adventure. And then, yesterday, just a day after Tara's rescue, Molly had fucked both Tara and Sammi. Molly's limbs were supple, strong, and felt incredible against Tara's skin.
Smiling at the naked woman on the bed, Tara knew, in a roundabout kind of way, she had Molly to thank for her and Sammi getting together. If not for the crazy events of that first full day of their trip, Sammi never would have caught Molly and Tara fucking and felt the push to profess her own love for the short, midnight-haired woman. Also, Tara would not have admitted back to Sammi she'd been crushing on the tall redhead for just as long.
And now, here she was, the hinge in a multi-species lesbian polycule, getting ready for a kink date with an octopus woman.
Sammi held the stuffed animal in her hands, inspecting how the rope spiralled across the "body" of the octopus and then out, entrapping a leg. It did this for each arm. The end result was a star with an octopus limb trapped at each point.
"Nifty," Sammi said, grinning over the limbs at Tara. "You know an octopus can slip through really tiny spaces? These knots aren't going to hold Molly's limbs.”
"That’s part of the game, isn't it?" Tara asked, pushing herself to her feet. "Molly is curious about this, so I bet I can encourage her to keep her limbs in the knots.”
"Even once she's on her back and you are playing around between her legs?” Sammi asked, still fiddling with the bound plush toy.
Sammi was sitting cross-legged on the bed now. Tara's eyes wandered over the tall woman's body, relishing how relaxed Sammi looked. This was a level of comfort they had not shared in their twelve years of friendship. It was precious to her.
"I want to make sure you are okay with me doing this, at all, and without you.” Tara felt a part of her begin to melt in fear of Sammi’s answer. She really wanted to have tonight with Molly, but was not about to sacrifice this thing she'd just found with the woman in front of her.
Laughter bubbled up from Sammi shaking her body. "Oh, hon," Sammi said after forcing her amusement down. “Do you think after the adventure we've shared the past two days I'd say 'no' or 'I can't do this?’”
A heavy blush creeped up Tara's neck. She tried to force away the whiplash emotions of anxiety then foolishness. Sammi said nothing as Tara rebalanced herself, looking critically at the bound stuffy. She turned it over a couple of times then pinched one of its legs.
"You should leave either her hands and two legs free, or four legs. You're meeting out on the rocks. That's going to be hard for her, and having something she can use for balance will help her feel safer. Maybe just add a ‘no touching’ rule to your game.” Purple octopus still in hand, Sammi flopped back on the bed. "Besides, I think I've been fucked as much as I can physically take without a rest. Some of us are not sexual olympians.”
Walking around the bed, Tara kissed Sammi on the forehead. "That's the nicest way I've ever been called a slut.”
Sammi smiled up at her. "Takes one to know one.”
“Oh, I don't know about that," Tara said, walking to the door. "I'm all for rest, but staying in tonight? That smacks of throwing the game. I should report you.”
She'd already opened the door but had to duck as the octopus stuffy flew across the room with a, "Report this!” from Sammi.
"What the shit?” Rita called from the other room.
Turning around, Tara saw Rita closely examining the bound purple octopus. "I can't believe this,” she exclaimed. "There is no way this creature could have consented to being trussed up like a Thanksgiving turkey."
Tara was going to try to explain herself, but Rita didn't give her the chance. "I'm going to free this little guy and do some special after care! You can have him back when you know how to treat your toys right.”
"I can confirm she does!" Sammi shouted through the open door.
"You are biased," Rita replied, smiling as she turned to walk away. "Dinner's in thirty. You may want to put something on, beside that well-fucked glow.”
At dinner, the octopus stuffy, now freed from its bonds, had a place of honor at the center of the table. It stared directly at Tara.
Later, Tara and Sammi made a show of trying to figure out their evening plans. Sammi declared Tara had fucked her so thoroughly there was no way she was going for an evening walk, no matter how beautiful the moon. She wished Tara a good night and gave her a deep kiss.
“Where are you off to on your lonesome in the middle of the night?” Rita asked her, eyeing the backpack Tara had slung over her shoulder.
"Oh, you know, witchy shit. Light a fire, dance around it naked, maybe summon Hecate to foretell Macbeth's demise. Fun stuff.” Tara said, feeling a flutter of worry: what if Rita asked to join?
Rita smiled and handed the purple stuffy to Tara. "Don't go alone,” she said. "Have fun with your witchy shit.”
The twine Tara had used was still out; she picked it up on her way out the door. While wandering to the outcropping, Tara picked up stray sticks and twigs. She was leaving for her rendezvous with a lot of time to spare, and having something to do while she waited for Molly would help pass the time.
Wearing a summer dress, and no underwear, was not ideal for this hike. Tall grass rubbed against her bare legs, making them itch. But this felt like the right outfit for tonight.
Once the small fire was crackling and throwing up sparks, Tara sat back and stared at the moon. The night air was comfortably cool. Her fingers itched. "I did this to myself,” Tara thought, feeling silly for having left so early.
Pulling out the octopus stuffy, Tara turned it so the black and white thread that made its eyes stared up at her. "You look like a Harold," she declared.
The newly-christened Harold stared blankly up at her.
“I'm bored, too," Tara said with a sigh. "I guess that means I'm tying you up again, Harold. And no, you don't get a say, you're an inanimate object.”
Tara re-bound Harold the purple octopus stuffy, this time leaving four of his limbs free. She decided Sammi's advice about Molly's comfort was good, and she wanted to be sure of the changes to her binding.
While still holding Harold, Tara's arms were bound to her side, and something firm but velvety covered her eyes. Tara gasped and felt her heart rate jump, until soft lips pressed against her neck.
"I hope you haven't been waiting too long," Molly whispered into her ear.
"Just long enough to get really excited thinking about you." Tara held up the bound stuffy. "Harold here helped me come up with a plan for tying you up.”
Still holding Tara's limbs to her side, Molly wrapped one of her legs around Harold and lifted it from Tara's hand. "Hello, Harold. You look like you are in quite a bind. Would you like some help?" Molly chuckled to herself. She planted more kisses on the side of Tara's neck. "He's very cute. But, you are going to need to tell me more.”
Molly released her hold on Tara, who immediately turned around and gave the Cecaelian a deep kiss. "First, I know you said you wanted me to tie you up, but you can back out at any time. I want this to be fun for you." Tara gave Molly another kiss. "Second, we both have to agree to everything we are doing tonight.” Tara looked Molly deep in the eyes. "Cool?”
Around her body, Tara could feel Molly's limbs, human and octopus, stiffen. "How about I tell you my plans for tonight, you tell me your thoughts, and we make adjustments from there. This is supposed to be fun for both of us. That means if either of us doesn't like something we make changes.”
"Okay," Molly said, taking a deep breath. "Tell me your ideas.”
With a big grin, Tara took Harold from Molly. She turned him over pointing at the string that made diamonds down his chest and worked its way between his plush legs. "So this is the first part of what I'm planning to do. These ropes will come down your chest and then go between your legs. On a human, the ropes would push right up against the clit and feel really good. We will probably have to make adjustments to fit your anatomy.” As she talked, Tara drew her finger down Molly's body, tracing the path the ropes were going to take. The blue band of cloth Molly wore around her chest still felt discordant to Tara, but she couldn’t argue with how well it held Molly’s breasts. Support was support, she guessed.
Feeling Molly shiver and seeing the hungry smile starting to spread across her face sent a jolt of pleasure and excitement right into Tara's core. "How does that sound so far?" Tara asked the Octopian.
“Good, so far.” Molly slid an appendage between Tara’s legs as she spoke.
Tara sighed at the pressure being applied between her legs. "You know, the second part of my plan would mean you couldn't do that.”
"Then I should enjoy it while I can," Molly said, grinning at Tara in a way that made her wish they had reversed the plans and she was the one about to be bound up.
Clearing her throat, Tara continued. "The second part of what I'd like to do is bind most of your limbs, either six of your legs, or four of your legs and your arms.”
"But I could just slip my legs out of any knot you tie around them.” Molly slid one of her legs across Tara's palm. Out of reflex, the human tried to grip it, but the appendage just wiggled free.
Pressing the now empty palm against Molly's ribcage, Tara summoned all of her toppy energy, straightened her shoulders, and smiled at Molly like she was an especially tasty-looking meal. "That’s the fun part. After we start, if you do free one of your limbs, the game ends, immediately. We are leaving four of your limbs free to give you support out of the water."
Molly pressed her limb between Tara’s legs, grinning at finding her pussy bare. The human needed to concentrate not to squeeze it and to let a moan of pleasure escape.
"So I need to enjoy teasing you while I can?" the Cecaelian asked.
Tara took a step forward so there was almost no space between them and looked down at Molly. "You need to let me know if this is something you feel safe doing, or if there are any changes you want to make. Then, I can tie you up and fuck you senseless, or we figure out a better choice for the evening.” She leaned down and kissed Molly on the forehead. "Now, stop being a brat and tell me what you think.”
To her credit, Molly did stop trying to distract Tara and paused to think about the offered plan. "Will I get to touch you?" she asked.
"With your free limbs? Absolutely not. They are to help stabilize you since land is not your normal environment." Tara ran a hand down Molly's cheek. "If it helps, think of not being able to touch me with your free limbs as mental shibari.”
"So, I get tied up and then what?” Molly looked confused. "What do you get out of it, and why do humans think this is fun?”
Tara knelt in front of Molly. She slipped her fingers between Molly's skirt of legs. They traced the outside of Molly's labia, barely gracing her lips with their touch. “This is still a sex thing. I'm going to enjoy you in the way I want.” Tara leaned in, whispering in Molly' s ear, “and I promise you will be begging me for more."
Feeling Molly shudder, Tara smiled internally. But, she also made her expression reflect concern. "If at any point you don't like something, just say 'red' and we will stop. Not like an ’oh, you lost the game’ kind of stop, a serious check-in to make sure you are okay kind of stop.”
"To be clear,” Molly said, wrapping one of her legs around Tara’s waist, “you are going to tie me up like Harold here…”
“Even though I could get parts of my body out of it.”
“But, if I do that, or touch you…”
“If I touch you without your permission, the game ends?”
“But also, if I want to end this at any time, it stops?”
“Correct in the most important way.” Tara ran her hand down Molly’s arm. “It’s only fun if you are enjoying yourself.”
“But if I can escape, then the bindings are only in my mind… mostly.” Molly took Tara’s hand in her own.
“Aren’t they usually?” Tara tipped her head to the side. “This is just overtly consensual."
Tara felt Molly lean back. Not away–her hand and leg remained connected to Tara. But, the Cecaelian… settled in place. Her eyes looked distant, like she was thinking hard. The leg around Tara’s waist moved idly, like a person tapping their hand in thought. As Molly made her decision, Tara looked at the beautiful redhead, enjoying her tanned skin and wiry muscles, so different from the other redhead in her life: Sammy, pale and curvy.
“I guess you better tie my hands up and leave four of my limbs free. It will be easier to keep myself from touching you that way.” Molly still kept her leg around Tara’s waist. “Can I kiss you one more time before we start?”
“Of course!” One of Tara’s hands pressed against Molly’s back. The other cupped the side of her head. Molly somehow smelled like humid air and a fresh night breeze at the same time. Tara filled herself with the Octopian woman’s scent as they pressed their lips to her own.
Both women let their limbs roam freely across each other’s bodies. Tara couldn’t get enough of the way Molly’s skin transitioned from human to octopus at her waist. Molly’s hands played in Tara’s short hair, and her legs roamed over the human’s arms and back. Tara felt an extreme temptation to skip tying Molly up and keep kissing her until they were both breathless, and then fuck her until she couldn’t move.
“And that’s enough,” Tara pulled back from Molly, putting her palm on the center of the redhead’s chest. She painted an imperious smile across her face. “Are you ready?”
Seeing Molly’s eyes widen gave Tara a thrill that flashed down her spine and between her legs. But, it wasn’t time for Molly to see how excited Tara was; it was time to tie her up. Molly opened her mouth, but then closed it and only nodded. She cleared her throat, then declared, “I really am.”
“Good,” Tara cooed, “you can start by taking off your top. And stay right where you are for the time being. As I need you to move, I will tell you.”
She draped the rope across the back of Molly’s neck and made a series of knots that rested between their breasts, just at the bottom of her ribs, and below her bellybutton, right where human skin transitioned to velvety octopus. Tara found excuses to touch Molly, moving a limb, caressing her sides, squeezing the Octopian’s breasts. She could feel the woman shiver at her touch.
Ready to move the rope under and between Molly’s legs, Tara kissed their shoulder. “Up, please.” She slid the two ends of rope between Molly’s legs and guided it under the skirt of limbs, letting her hand wander, just a bit.
“This is how the whole night is going to go?” Molly asked.
A spike of concern shot through Tara’s stomach, but she kept it from her face. “Bored already?”
“No!” Molly hissed, rolling her hips across the rope running beneath her. “I’m already losing my mind and want more! When are you going to fuck me?”
“Oh, Molly Darling, I’m not even done tying you up.” Tara gave the rope a small tug, making the other woman gasp.
Making herself slow down, Tara dragged her fingertips across Molly’s skin while she laced the rope up Molly’s back. After wrapping it around the loops between the knots on Molly’s front, Tara would give a small tug. Hisses and groans of pleasure slipped from Molly after each tug.
“Oh look at you,” Tara said, walking around the bound Cecalian, running her fingers across their shoulders, chest and back. “All wrapped up like a gift. And I’m not even done!”
Standing at her full height, Tara smiled down at her bound lover. She leaned over, sliding her lips from the corner of Molly’s mouth to her ear. Reaching down Tara lifted one of Molly’s legs, and said, “I’ve got so much more of you to work with.”
Letting the leg slip from her hand, Tara walked away from Molly. The redhead tried to follow her, but a tut from Tara froze Molly in place. Grinning with all of her teeth and holding eye contact with the other woman, Tara reached into her bag and pulled out a second skein of rope. “I’m not done yet.”
The rope circumnavigated Molly’s ribs, just under her breasts. Her wrists were crossed and bound to her chest. Every time Tara completed a wrap or a knot, she could press a kiss to Molly’s nose, the corner of her mouth, or along her chin, but never gave her the pleasure of a true kiss. Little whimpers of desire slipped from her at each near miss.
“Do you remember the deal?” Tara asked, picking up one of Molly’s legs.
“Tell me!” She demanded when Molly only nodded.
“If one of my legs slips free of the rope, we are done.” Molly stared at Tara, her eyes as wide as they could go.
“And do you want that?” Tara was rubbing the tip of a leg with her forefinger.
“No, please, keep going.” Shivers ran down Molly’s body and into the tip in Tara’s hand.
Tara closed her hand around the end of Molly’s leg and slid it towards her body as far as it would go without opening. Running it back, she made sure her fingers tickled each sucker along the way. With the tip back in her hand, Tara folded the limb to Molly’s chest and bound there. Tara wrapped the rope three quarters around Molly’s body and began to work on the next limb. She did this until every agreed-upon appendage was bound to Molly’s core.
“Look at you,” Tara said, again, kissing Molly right next to her mouth. “So pretty all trussed up. You look good enough to eat!”
“But not kiss?” Molly whined.
“Now, why would I kiss you, when you make such good noises when I do this.” She leaned close and kissed the little spot between Molly’s upper lip and her nose.
Molly’s bound legs wrapped themselves around the ropes that held them, like they were making sure they would not break free. The Octopian was shivering under Tara’s hand. “Molly, why are you shaking?”
“You know why!” Molly growled at the human.
“Are you in pain? Do I need to let you go?” Tara let a look of dramatic concern fill her face.
“You need to stop teasing me and make me cum!” Molly’s entire body, bound and unbound limbs, curved toward Tara.
“Why would I do that? This is so much more fun!” Tara arched an eyebrow and pointed at one of Molly’s free legs. “That’s getting awfully close.”
Molly growled in frustration, pressing against her bindings.
Orbiting the bound woman, Tara let her fingers dance from rope to rope, twanging each as she passed them with the tips of her fingers. Some ropes she held against her fingertips just long enough to feel the tension before releasing them. With others, she built pressure until Molly rewarded her with a gasp. Her lover’s eyes never left Tara. When she walked behind Molly, the redhead twisted as best she could to keep her in sight. Their free legs writhed across the ground, a tide following the moon in its orbit.
Tara saw the hunger in Molly’s eyes and felt it mirrored in her core. She wanted to drop her dress from her shoulders and feel Molly against, and inside, her. But, she needed to finish the Octopian first. Their wide eyes and shaking body told Tara they were almost ready.
Walking behind Molly again, Tara drew her trimmed-down nails over Molly’s bindings and across her skin. As they left the redhead’s shoulders, Tara let her hand rest across the back of Molly’s neck. Holding that spot, Tara wound herself in, until she knelt in front of the quivering woman.
Mouth open, breaths shallow, Molly gazed at Tara with lantern eyes.
“Look at you,” Tara whispered into Molly’s ear, “Is the rope pushing against your clit just right? Are you aching to cum?”
“Yes!” Molly groaned. “I want to move, shake so it rubs me to orgasm, but your hand won’t let me. And you won’t even kiss me!”
“How terrible!” Tara could feel one of Molly’s legs writhing between her feet, trying to stay out of her way, but trapped. “What do you want me to do?”
“I want you to kiss me.” Molly started to beg. “Please. I need to feel your lips on mine.”
“A kiss?” Tara asked, her mouth so close to Molly’s she could feel the woman’s heat. Her free hand grasped the bundle of knots between Molly’s breasts, just above her hands. “Such a small thing, to want so dearly.”
“Please,” Molly whispered.
One hand cupping Molly’s neck, the other at the heart of the web around her body, Tara rolled Molly onto her back. Tara pressed herself forward, leaning over Molly’s hips, lips a shiver away from a kiss. “You say you are close to cumming and all you want is a kiss?”
“PLEASE! YES!” Molly pleaded. Tara could see Molly keeping herself from stealing the kiss she craved.
Fingers traced the ropes running under Molly’s pulled up skirt of limbs. Tara felt how damp the cords were. She really had done a good job lining the ropes and knot up just right, Tara mused to herself. With her thumb, Tara pressed the knot that had been rubbing Molly’s clit. At the same time, she slid a finger between the lubricated ropes and into Molly’s cunt.
“Fuck, oh! Ugh fuck!” Molly gasped. The legs that had been left free pressed against the ground and pushed the Octopian against Tara’s hand. “FUCK!”
“Does that feel good?” Tara cooed.
“You know it does!” moaned Molly.
“Enough to make you want to cum more than you want a kiss?” Tara pressed her lips against Molly’s cheek even as she asked.
“Do you want a kiss more, or an orgasm?” Tara curled up to pet the inside of Molly. “You can kiss me now, and I will untie you. Or you can wait until you cum and see what happens next.”
“That wasn’t part of the deal,” Molly cried.
“No, the deal was you could touch me or say ‘red’ to stop things if you didn’t like them. I’m giving you another way out of this torture.” Tara left a trail of small pecks across Molly’s chin. “You can get what you want most, a kiss. It will set you free. What do you say?”
“Fuck you!” Molly growled but didn’t move.
“So no kiss, no touch and no ‘red?’” Tara asked, looking deeply into Molly’s eyes.
“Bite me!” Molly replied.
“Oh, honey, be careful.” Tara wrapped her mouth around the end of one of the restrained legs. Still slowly finger-fucking Molly, Tara blew the limb at a matched pace. Bit by bit, with every bob on the limb, Tara let her teeth scrape against the octopus skin.
“Is that what you wanted?” Tara asked before sliding the limb back into her mouth.
Growls of desire and frustration were Molly’s only response. She was trying to press herself against Tara’s finger and thumb. Tara let the bound woman build the pressure herself, undulating her hips to force Tara’s finger deeper and using her legs to push the knot against her clit for every extra bit of pressure she could steal.
The web of rope across Molly’s body creaked. She was straining all her limbs against the ties. Tara knew she wanted to let them loose, to wrap them around her. To fuck her and get fucked. Instead, the tips of each leg were wrapped twice around their knot, holding it in place against slipping free. Her eyes were scrunched closed. Octopus skin had gone from a red Tara could see even in the limited light given by the fire and moon, and were now a purple so dark as to be almost black. Molly was groaning. If Tara hadn’t been fucking her she would have worried the woman was in pain.
She was worried Molly’s movements might push her over, just as Sammi had done hours before, her unbound limbs pulsing against the ground, trying to elicit even more bliss from Tara and her knots. The human added another finger to the Cecaelian’s rope rimmed tunnel. Immediately, Molly wrapped her free legs around her body in a tight hug that pressed the other appendages closer.
After only a few pulses of her twinned fingers into the redhead, Tara could feel Molly begin to cum. The redheaded woman was well past using words to express herself. Instead, guttural moans and screams filled the night. Still, Molly followed the rules. A single leg pushed on the ground to fuck herself against Tara’s fingers and thumb. Molly’s eyes, which had never left Tara’s, rolled back. Her back arched and flattened, thumping her lower half against Tara’s hand until she couldn’t move.
Tara looked down at her lover, unbound limbs spread out around her, hair spread in a tangled halo, her eyes sparkling with bliss.
“That was amazing,” Molly said between breaths. “But can I have my kiss now?”
“I think you earned it,” Tara replied. She freed her hand from the ropes traversing Molly’s underside to cup her cheek.
The kiss was soft and tender, a contrast to the game they had just played. Tara wanted Molly to feel the depth of her warmth and desire she had for the Octopian. Molly returned the kiss with increasing pressure.
“That’s so nice,” Molly sighed, rolling her head to the side. “Now, it’s my turn!”
“For wha…” Tara said before she was engulfed in Molly’s legs.
Tara’s hands were collected and held together at the wrist and behind her neck. Another pair slithered under her dress and wrapped around her waist, rolling Tara off Molly and onto her back. Finally, two more wrapped themselves around Tara’s knees and pushed them so her ass was in the air, naked cunt pointed at the waning moon.
“Turnabout.” Molly moved herself so the knot that pressed into her clit did the same to Tara.
The human gasped in surprise as Molly rolled her body, rubbing rope and knot against her sopping center. Molly’s lubrication covered the bindings, and they mingled with Tara’s and slid across her clit and labia. Gasps of surprise turned into muffled moans. Molly had inserted the end of her leg that bound Tara’s hands into the human’s mouth.
Tara was in heaven. She couldn't believe how Molly had turned things around on her, and it felt amazing. She had not had a plan for what she was going to do after making Molly cum, so she let herself be carried away.
The Octopian was not soft, caring, or teasing. Her limbs held the human tight. Tara felt some of her breath squeezed from her lungs. Inside her mouth, the limb pulsed against the back of her throat. She was rubbing herself on the knot between her legs as much as she was pressing it against Tara. Small, unburnt sticks rubbed against her back. There would be no escape for Tara, if she were to struggle.
Sinking into her own binding, Tara let herself be overwhelmed by her lover.
The only question was who was going to cum first. Tara wanted hers! The whole time she had been teasing Molly, her own desire had built as well. Despite their mingled lubrication, the rope was still rough, especially the way Molly was pressing it against Tara’s body. She rode that feeling, letting herself be swept away in the reversal of being owned by the woman on top of her. It filled her from core to brain and back again.
Tara had completely lost control and it was perfect. Still bound, hands secured to her chest, ropes spreading over her body in diamonds, Molly controlled Tara. She felt both helpless and safe. Those sensations mixed with the bliss of being fucked and exploded through Tara’s body.
“Shit! Fuck! MOLLY!” Tara cried as she came. The hard ground pressed into her back. Coarse rope pressed against her cunt. But Molly was wrapped around her and it was perfect.
Tara shook in her orgasmic bliss, but didn’t try to free herself. Molly was close too. She could feel the Octopian about to burst, her limbs tightening around Tara’s body, the rope grinding a little harder. Even the leg in her mouth was pressing deeper into Tara’s throat.
“Oh, Tara! UGGHH!” Molly screamed. She pressed herself against Tara’s cunt one last time before rolling off the human, laying next to her panting.
“That was amazing,” Molly sighed as she caught her breath. “I see why you like to play with ropes.”
“Right? They are so much fun!” Tara turned her head to look at the woman laying beside her. “Want me to let you free?”
“Yes please!” Molly said with a laugh.
Under the three quarter moon, ropes packed away neatly, Harold peeking out of the bag, Molly and Tara cuddled.
“How much longer are you here on vacation?” Molly asked.
“Three, no two more days, it's past midnight. Thank you for being such a good host.”
“Oh, no,” Molly laughed, “I’m on a trip too. We just got lucky.”
Tara chuckled, “Yeah we did!”
Molly halfheartedly smacked the human across the chest with one of her legs. She held an arm up to the moonlight and traced the lines the rope had left on her skin. “This is really pretty. Thank you for so much fun.”
“It’s truly been a pleasure. I couldn’t have planned a better way to have spent my own vacation.” Molly brought Tara’s hand to her mouth for a kiss. “Can I see you and Sammi again before you go?”
“You can bet on it. I promised I would go out bar hopping with Sammi tomorrow night, but I would love to find you on our last night here?” She left the question hanging between them.
“That sounds great. I could probably use a break from all the fucking.” Molly grinned.
“Not me, but I appreciate wanting to do your own thing. I should get back.” Tara stretched, her arms reaching past her head, back arching, before she resumed cuddling Molly and wrapping a leg over her body.
