The Demons Within Me
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Original - Misc › -FemSlash - Female/Female
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Adult +
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26
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3,230
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56
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Part 11
Author's Note: So I'm back here again, writing, pleasing, drawing (though you don't see it) hoping that people actually still enjoy this story.
CandyCaner: you can tell me what you think of the modeling scene ass soon as you read it.
ikkichi: glad to be of service... and soon... very soon. I doubt I have ever written about a character who's personality has irked me more than her and as I hold the pen...
Warning: ^.^ I hope you enjoy this warning about things that got me wet...
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Amanda’s bag was in the corner near my closet, and almost all my art supplies were spread on the floor in a circle around the space I was going to be working in. I smiled at my set-up and contented myself to put on my music and wait in my seat. I entranced myself by the night lights so well, that I almost didn’t notice when Amanda came to the door. Almost. I dashed downstairs and pulled her up to my room before we could be spotted by my father. “What’s with the rush?” Amanda asked a little out of breath as I locked to door.
“Dad’s in a foul mood.”
“Any idea why?” I gave a seething glare at my brother’s room.
“One guess.” I stated closing my eyes briefly to get the rage out of my system. She was here for two reasons. One was to be my model, the other… well… that reason is still kind of blurry around the edges. “You ready, or do you want to wash that stink off you first?” her eyes widened and she hurriedly sniffed her shirt and grimaced
“Oh god I reek!!” she cried. I kissed her cheek and pushed her to the bathroom. “You know you could at least say, no you don’t ‘Mandy!” she called from behind the closed door. I went up to it and said gently,
“When you finish bathe I’ll tell you.” I heard her frustrated cry and I giggled a bit.
She came out maybe fifteen minutes later, her skin seemed as though it had been almost scrubbed raw. I got up almost immediately and touched her hoping she hadn’t gone ‘OCD clean’ on me. She shivered as our skin connected and I avoided her eyes. “You smell nice.” I smiled at her.
“Where do you want me?” she asked. I motioned to the bed
“Get comfy.” she did just that, and I settled myself on the beanbag I pulled from the den and grabbed my sketch-pad and charcoal.
My eyes would flicker to her curves sensually, outlining the figure I had yet to complete with the pencil… each time my eyes going lower down her body. An indent here, a crease there… when I reached the juncture between her thighs I chuckled lowly at the glistening of the light there. Some one was getting a bit more aroused with each passing moment of my penetrating stare.
My eyes lingered on her sex, taking great care not to miss a single curl of hair, with my eyes burning to such an intensity I had to reprimand her more than once for moving. “Do you want me to have to start over?” I demanded with lilt in my voice.
“No.” she whisper cried. “I want you to finish soon!” I smiled and continued moving along her body, sweeping back up occasionally to make sure I’d left nothing missing. Almost as soon as I had put down the sketch pad, she was off the bed and on top of me kissing my forcefully and furiously, her tongue diving deep into my throat with such voracity I could do little but hold onto her and moan. When she dragged her tongue out of my mouth, I felt every nerve in my body alive and thrumming with an energy only she could draw out of me. We were both breathing heavily and she had a grin on her face.
“You made me do that you know.”
“Me?” I gasped, “How?” she started to trail her fingers up the thin material of my tank top
“Those eyes of your.” she murmured bending low so that our lips almost met again. “Do you have any idea of how completely you fuck me with those mixed eyes of yours?” I closed my eyes for a moment before replying
“Do you have any idea how breathless you leave me?” I opened my eyes to her shining orbs
“I have a fair idea… but do you want to refresh my memory?” she didn’t give me a chance to answer before her lips captured mine once more. This relentless game of cat and mouse we played was going to leave me without another sane thought in my head if it continued… but I didn’t think I wanted it to ever stop.
Her hand slipped below the elastic of the sweat pants I was wearing, and her fingers began to work their magic again, through the cloth of my underwear. She kept her mouth firmly around mine as she struck nerve upon nerve of sensitive flesh, each sensation heightened by the coarseness of the fabric. I wanted to scream, I wanted to shout to the heavens for the pleasure she was giving me, yet I wanted more.
My moans were ever increasing in volume, muted strongly by the fact that she, my Sapphic seraphim ate the magnitude of my cries.
My vision swam, and before I hit my peak, she shoved my underwear out of the way and plunged two fingers into my sex, earning a loud gasp as I pulled away from her probing tongue, trying to acclimate myself to the sensations that I now felt… the same sensations I yearned for not moments before. I wasn’t able to hold out much longer as she smothered my cries again, tears of bliss streamed down my cheeks, orgasm rocking my body till I could see naught but darkness.
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I still can’t get over how she did that, every time. She’d make me pass out ever time, and it was heavenly. Amanda had me wrapped in her arms when I roused from my post orgasmic slumber smiling. I was still experiencing afterglow when she brushed the hair from my face. “Are you up for another round, or do you want to draw me in clothes?” ‘Clothes? Why would I want to draw you in clothes?’ then I remembered I would have to show my mom at least one of the drawings to appease her that we weren’t just messing around. I groaned, both inwardly and aloud; both for highly similar reasons. We disentangled after a while and I gave her time to throw on some clothes, then told her to sit on the bean bag while I took the bed. I sketched her faster this time, doing two positions on the bag, one at my window seat and one on the bed. Each time I flipped a page I could almost see the exasperation in her eyes. When I put her onto the bed I could practically see the seat of her pants getting wetter with each passing glance. I noticed it almost to every movement of the charcoal on paper. It was almost as though I was drawing on her skin lightly to her.
“Are you alright?” I asked giving her another long look that ravished her.
“I will be soon, I hope.” I smiled and continued.
She didn’t notice my movements until it was blatantly obvious… or maybe she noticed but didn’t want to say anything to spoil it, either way, I finished the sketch moments before, dropping the book and charcoal, I pushed her flat on the bed and proceeded to return the favor she so kindly bestowed on me earlier that night. Except with the shouting that was going on downstairs now that my brother had finally come home from his escapade, I didn’t have a necessity for smothering her cries of pleasure…
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I managed to pull similar stunts throughout the rest of the week, slowly drawing nearer to the D-day of the art exhibition. “Hey dweeb.” I fell to the floor after something hard collided with my back scattering everything I was holding. “You have to watch where you’re going.” ‘Maybe teasing Cecilia about her dyed hair was not a good idea…’
“Sorry.” I muttered, moving to my knees to collect my fallen art supplies, secretly thankful I didn’t walk with anything breakable.
“You’re not sorry yet… but you’re gonna be.” she said coming closer to me, her foot hovering dangerously close to my drawing hand. I pulled away and looked up at her with my hands on my lap. She had a wicked grin on her face before she walked off. How my hand itched to wipe that smirk off her face… just one punch, maybe a kick for good measure…
I ground my teeth and finished picking up my fallen supplies and stalked off to the art room for the rest of my classes.
I got so caught up in drawing I didn’t realize that I was time for lunch until Angeli bodily dragged me from the drawing I was doing to force me to have something to eat.
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“I still don’t understand how you could not hear the bell!” Chris said banging his fist on the table. To tell the truth, he was more pissed at the fact that I got to cut classes and not get in trouble.
“You didn’t even have music in your ear.” Angeli noted pointing a fork at me.
“I get into it.” I shrugged. It helped me a lot, and had been my downfalls in other areas. The noise in the cafeteria suddenly increased for no apparent reason. Curiosity got the better of us as we looked around to see what could be causing the commotion. I saw Cecilia in the center of a group of people looking smug at their random outburst and increased chatter. ‘This can’t be good.’
People began passing our table and shooting us odd looks. Granted, most of the looks were directed at me, I liked to think of it as the table because the others were still here. “What do you think she told them?” Christopher asked leaning forward.
“I don’t know, maybe that I do drugs or sell sex.” I said shrugging ‘Or that I like girls.’
“But that’s not true.” Angeli said unconcerned, “Christopher has to beg you to take aspirin now!” I chuckled when I thought back to the other drugs I took under Christopher’s influence.
“Well I learned my lesson.” I muttered as another group of gawkers who snickered before moving along.
“What? Are you walking the straight and narrow now?” Cecilia smugly asked from behind me. ‘When did she get there?’
“I never stopped.” I replied simply, not even bothering to spare her a glance. “What are you doing in Biology now?”
“Not that it matters to you does it?” Angeli smirked following me in ignoring the unwanted presence while Amanda kept her eyes trained on her movement. Within moments of an annoyed grunt, a cold slimy, something, was dumped on my head and slithered down my neck into my clothes. Almost at the same moment, Amanda was on top of Cecilia, hand pounding into her body… It took probably thirty seconds to grab at Amanda and pull her off. Conveniently, no one noticed that there was anything going on until it was over, and by then Cecilia had a few bruises that were beginning to form on her face and, I’m sure, around her stomach and rib-cage.
She ran off quickly and Christopher was cracking his knuckles menacingly.
“I would’ve dealt with her if I hit women.”
“That would not help your predicament with the school though,” Angeli pointed out “I mean the only reason you’re still here is because I win awards for the school.” we couldn’t help but laugh at his facial expression...
CandyCaner: you can tell me what you think of the modeling scene ass soon as you read it.
ikkichi: glad to be of service... and soon... very soon. I doubt I have ever written about a character who's personality has irked me more than her and as I hold the pen...
Warning: ^.^ I hope you enjoy this warning about things that got me wet...
~~~~~
Amanda’s bag was in the corner near my closet, and almost all my art supplies were spread on the floor in a circle around the space I was going to be working in. I smiled at my set-up and contented myself to put on my music and wait in my seat. I entranced myself by the night lights so well, that I almost didn’t notice when Amanda came to the door. Almost. I dashed downstairs and pulled her up to my room before we could be spotted by my father. “What’s with the rush?” Amanda asked a little out of breath as I locked to door.
“Dad’s in a foul mood.”
“Any idea why?” I gave a seething glare at my brother’s room.
“One guess.” I stated closing my eyes briefly to get the rage out of my system. She was here for two reasons. One was to be my model, the other… well… that reason is still kind of blurry around the edges. “You ready, or do you want to wash that stink off you first?” her eyes widened and she hurriedly sniffed her shirt and grimaced
“Oh god I reek!!” she cried. I kissed her cheek and pushed her to the bathroom. “You know you could at least say, no you don’t ‘Mandy!” she called from behind the closed door. I went up to it and said gently,
“When you finish bathe I’ll tell you.” I heard her frustrated cry and I giggled a bit.
She came out maybe fifteen minutes later, her skin seemed as though it had been almost scrubbed raw. I got up almost immediately and touched her hoping she hadn’t gone ‘OCD clean’ on me. She shivered as our skin connected and I avoided her eyes. “You smell nice.” I smiled at her.
“Where do you want me?” she asked. I motioned to the bed
“Get comfy.” she did just that, and I settled myself on the beanbag I pulled from the den and grabbed my sketch-pad and charcoal.
My eyes would flicker to her curves sensually, outlining the figure I had yet to complete with the pencil… each time my eyes going lower down her body. An indent here, a crease there… when I reached the juncture between her thighs I chuckled lowly at the glistening of the light there. Some one was getting a bit more aroused with each passing moment of my penetrating stare.
My eyes lingered on her sex, taking great care not to miss a single curl of hair, with my eyes burning to such an intensity I had to reprimand her more than once for moving. “Do you want me to have to start over?” I demanded with lilt in my voice.
“No.” she whisper cried. “I want you to finish soon!” I smiled and continued moving along her body, sweeping back up occasionally to make sure I’d left nothing missing. Almost as soon as I had put down the sketch pad, she was off the bed and on top of me kissing my forcefully and furiously, her tongue diving deep into my throat with such voracity I could do little but hold onto her and moan. When she dragged her tongue out of my mouth, I felt every nerve in my body alive and thrumming with an energy only she could draw out of me. We were both breathing heavily and she had a grin on her face.
“You made me do that you know.”
“Me?” I gasped, “How?” she started to trail her fingers up the thin material of my tank top
“Those eyes of your.” she murmured bending low so that our lips almost met again. “Do you have any idea of how completely you fuck me with those mixed eyes of yours?” I closed my eyes for a moment before replying
“Do you have any idea how breathless you leave me?” I opened my eyes to her shining orbs
“I have a fair idea… but do you want to refresh my memory?” she didn’t give me a chance to answer before her lips captured mine once more. This relentless game of cat and mouse we played was going to leave me without another sane thought in my head if it continued… but I didn’t think I wanted it to ever stop.
Her hand slipped below the elastic of the sweat pants I was wearing, and her fingers began to work their magic again, through the cloth of my underwear. She kept her mouth firmly around mine as she struck nerve upon nerve of sensitive flesh, each sensation heightened by the coarseness of the fabric. I wanted to scream, I wanted to shout to the heavens for the pleasure she was giving me, yet I wanted more.
My moans were ever increasing in volume, muted strongly by the fact that she, my Sapphic seraphim ate the magnitude of my cries.
My vision swam, and before I hit my peak, she shoved my underwear out of the way and plunged two fingers into my sex, earning a loud gasp as I pulled away from her probing tongue, trying to acclimate myself to the sensations that I now felt… the same sensations I yearned for not moments before. I wasn’t able to hold out much longer as she smothered my cries again, tears of bliss streamed down my cheeks, orgasm rocking my body till I could see naught but darkness.
~~~~
I still can’t get over how she did that, every time. She’d make me pass out ever time, and it was heavenly. Amanda had me wrapped in her arms when I roused from my post orgasmic slumber smiling. I was still experiencing afterglow when she brushed the hair from my face. “Are you up for another round, or do you want to draw me in clothes?” ‘Clothes? Why would I want to draw you in clothes?’ then I remembered I would have to show my mom at least one of the drawings to appease her that we weren’t just messing around. I groaned, both inwardly and aloud; both for highly similar reasons. We disentangled after a while and I gave her time to throw on some clothes, then told her to sit on the bean bag while I took the bed. I sketched her faster this time, doing two positions on the bag, one at my window seat and one on the bed. Each time I flipped a page I could almost see the exasperation in her eyes. When I put her onto the bed I could practically see the seat of her pants getting wetter with each passing glance. I noticed it almost to every movement of the charcoal on paper. It was almost as though I was drawing on her skin lightly to her.
“Are you alright?” I asked giving her another long look that ravished her.
“I will be soon, I hope.” I smiled and continued.
She didn’t notice my movements until it was blatantly obvious… or maybe she noticed but didn’t want to say anything to spoil it, either way, I finished the sketch moments before, dropping the book and charcoal, I pushed her flat on the bed and proceeded to return the favor she so kindly bestowed on me earlier that night. Except with the shouting that was going on downstairs now that my brother had finally come home from his escapade, I didn’t have a necessity for smothering her cries of pleasure…
~~~~~~~
I managed to pull similar stunts throughout the rest of the week, slowly drawing nearer to the D-day of the art exhibition. “Hey dweeb.” I fell to the floor after something hard collided with my back scattering everything I was holding. “You have to watch where you’re going.” ‘Maybe teasing Cecilia about her dyed hair was not a good idea…’
“Sorry.” I muttered, moving to my knees to collect my fallen art supplies, secretly thankful I didn’t walk with anything breakable.
“You’re not sorry yet… but you’re gonna be.” she said coming closer to me, her foot hovering dangerously close to my drawing hand. I pulled away and looked up at her with my hands on my lap. She had a wicked grin on her face before she walked off. How my hand itched to wipe that smirk off her face… just one punch, maybe a kick for good measure…
I ground my teeth and finished picking up my fallen supplies and stalked off to the art room for the rest of my classes.
I got so caught up in drawing I didn’t realize that I was time for lunch until Angeli bodily dragged me from the drawing I was doing to force me to have something to eat.
~~~~~~
“I still don’t understand how you could not hear the bell!” Chris said banging his fist on the table. To tell the truth, he was more pissed at the fact that I got to cut classes and not get in trouble.
“You didn’t even have music in your ear.” Angeli noted pointing a fork at me.
“I get into it.” I shrugged. It helped me a lot, and had been my downfalls in other areas. The noise in the cafeteria suddenly increased for no apparent reason. Curiosity got the better of us as we looked around to see what could be causing the commotion. I saw Cecilia in the center of a group of people looking smug at their random outburst and increased chatter. ‘This can’t be good.’
People began passing our table and shooting us odd looks. Granted, most of the looks were directed at me, I liked to think of it as the table because the others were still here. “What do you think she told them?” Christopher asked leaning forward.
“I don’t know, maybe that I do drugs or sell sex.” I said shrugging ‘Or that I like girls.’
“But that’s not true.” Angeli said unconcerned, “Christopher has to beg you to take aspirin now!” I chuckled when I thought back to the other drugs I took under Christopher’s influence.
“Well I learned my lesson.” I muttered as another group of gawkers who snickered before moving along.
“What? Are you walking the straight and narrow now?” Cecilia smugly asked from behind me. ‘When did she get there?’
“I never stopped.” I replied simply, not even bothering to spare her a glance. “What are you doing in Biology now?”
“Not that it matters to you does it?” Angeli smirked following me in ignoring the unwanted presence while Amanda kept her eyes trained on her movement. Within moments of an annoyed grunt, a cold slimy, something, was dumped on my head and slithered down my neck into my clothes. Almost at the same moment, Amanda was on top of Cecilia, hand pounding into her body… It took probably thirty seconds to grab at Amanda and pull her off. Conveniently, no one noticed that there was anything going on until it was over, and by then Cecilia had a few bruises that were beginning to form on her face and, I’m sure, around her stomach and rib-cage.
She ran off quickly and Christopher was cracking his knuckles menacingly.
“I would’ve dealt with her if I hit women.”
“That would not help your predicament with the school though,” Angeli pointed out “I mean the only reason you’re still here is because I win awards for the school.” we couldn’t help but laugh at his facial expression...