Taking off the gown with all its pins and markers went surprisingly smoothly, despite Raiva’s timid jitters and flushing.

Octavia’s deft hands undid any kinds of fastening and before a minute had passed, she carefully picked it up from the floor and placed it on the table. She handed Raiva her discarded shirt and waited a moment for her to slip it on and close a few buttons.

“Are you more comfortable now?” she asked gently, taking her hand in hers.

“Somewhat,” she replied with an awkward smile.

Her heart had finally begun to steady itself and her flush became milder on her cheeks.

Is this really happening?

Octavia grinned.

“Good.”

She slowly pulled her towards her and moved towards her bed.

It was smaller than Raiva was used to. Bigger than a normal one-person bed, though not by much.

I suppose there wasn’t all that much room left with the work table and all the chests and drawers.

She suppressed a chuckle.

Octavia guided Raiva to sit on the edge of the bed, pushing her there firmly with a smile on face.

Raiva watched as she began to undo her belt and remove her accessories and clothes one by one. First the belt, quickly undone, before being carefully placed on the side table. Then her earrings, her bracelet, her necklace, all dropped carelessly to the ground with barely a sound. In a practiced manner, she removed her boots, followed by her socks. Finally, her hands gripped the bottom of her knit dress, and she carefully pulled it over her head in one long, slow movement.

Her body was still vaguely obscured by her undergarments, but what Raiva did see nearly made her avert her eyes in fear of staring too intently. Even in the dim corner of the room, her skin was light and dotted with fine freckles.

Octavia’s figure was even more stunning without her outer wear, with her voluptuous hourglass figure on full display.

The hips were only half obscured by a half see-through pair of bloomer shorts, in an off white, plain silk. They were wide and rounded, and Raiva had to stop herself from caressing them. Though not in her immediate line of sight, she had no doubt that her bottom mimicked her hips, full and round.

Her breasts were neatly held in by a black bustier, though is was clear that they weren’t only held up but also tightly in by the garment’s structure.

Raiva gulped, feeling somewhere between aroused and envious.

It was clearly visible now that Octavia’s freckles extended down to her shoulders, adding a glow like warmth to them, and it was only then that Raiva became aware that the blush on her freckled nose and cheeks weren’t from the pigmentation, but an actual flush.

Their eyes met, and, realizing that Octavia had paused her movements and was now watching her reactions intently, she grabbed her by the hips and drew her towards her.

Raiva gently caressed her legs, kissing her thighs softly, eliciting a soft outwards breath from Octavia. She, in turn, grabbed the hands on her, and drew them up her body to her waist as she carefully straddled the blushing redhead.

Feeling the weight on her, pressing her down into the soft mattress, Raiva felt no discomfort, only excitement at the heat emanating from her.

Octavia slid her fingers into Raiva’s curls and kissed her on the forehead.

“Undo my bustier,” she said in a calm, gentle voice.

Raiva smiled, and kissed the part of Octavia’s bosom that was peeking out at the very top.

Her mind was blank, her heart aflutter, as she undid the front closures on the undergarment. Octavia’s hands caressed her cheek as she waited and simply watched the hands get to work.

At last, only one hook remained fastened, and as Raiva opened it, she flushed at the sight.

The bustier opened rather dramatically, letting go of its hold on Octavia’s breasts. They were bigger than she had anticipated. Full, round, all at once bursting out of their confines, with dark pink nipples; all only inches away from Raiva’s face.

Octavia chuckled at the visible apprehension on the other woman’s face, and neatly shrugged of the now-loose underwear.

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“Go on,” she smiled, leading the awkwardly hovering hands back onto her waist.

Raiva grasped Octavia’s breasts, rather timidly, and gently squeezed them as she took a deep breath. Her hands ran along the sides first, then cupping them from underneath, squeezing them once again. Uncertain, she carefully ran her hand over the nipple, causing Octavia let out a content sigh.

Deciding to simply go by the reactions she received, as well as a different kind of first hand experience, she rubbed her thumb over the nipple, more persistently this time. Soon, it was stiff and Octavia seemed to do the tiniest flinch at her touch, as the breathing stuttered occasionally.

As she moved her other thumb to the free one and repeated the process, Octavia breathed in sharply. Raiva flushed anew and could feel herself getting hotter.

She threw caution to the wind and pulled her closer to herself, rather impulsively and closed her mouth around the left nipple. At first she gently tugged on it with her lips, before pressing against it with her tongue and licking upwards.

Octavia let out a gentle moan, grabbing the back of Raiva’s head with one hands and holding onto her shoulder with the other.

Raiva could feel the hot breath on her growing unsteady, and the hand on her shoulder begin to dig in.

She squeezed the other breast with her hand, much harder than before, getting dizzy from the sensation in her mouth and against her palm. She began flicking the nipple with her tongue now, then giving it a short, hard suck, while her hand alternated between harshly grabbing her soft flesh and stimulating that nipple with a soft pinching motion.

After a short while of this, Octavia dug into her shoulder and let out a half moan, half whine, before tensing up, and then relaxing.

Lords, she’s quiet.

Having climaxed, Octavia pushed herself and looked at Raiva with a smirk.

“Feel better now?” she asked, having quickly regained stability in her breathing.

“I, yes,” Raiva pressed out, still heaving from the excitement.

Octavia stood up and kissed her on the forehead.

“Good,” she said simply, getting on her knees.

She caressed her thighs with her hands, running them all the way up.

Raiva’s eyes went wide.

“What are you-“

But before she could finish, Octavia was back up on her feet, leaning in over her.

Her right hand was holding onto her hair in the back, while her left was resting between her inner thighs, threateningly close.

“Showing you.”

Raiva was in the process of articulating an answer, when Octavia’s middle finger was pushing its way inside of her.

“Ah!”

Raiva gasped, flinching backwards from the suddenness, but Octavia’s surprisingly strong grip on her head managed to keep her still.

“Relax, Raiva, you’re squeezing my finger too hard. I’m gonna insert on more, okay?”

Not waiting for a response, she pushed her ring finger inside as well, causing Raiva to arch her back in a reflexive manner.

She was trying to find words to say, but Octavia leaned in close and kissed her relentlessly, as she gently thrust her fingers inside, seemingly searching for something. Her fingers felt warm, firm, yet soft. Moans began escaping Raiva’s mouth as they thrust and moved and slid and caressed.

Soon, Raiva was on her back, Octavia halfway laying down next to her, kissing her, while her fingers had begun upping their pace and finding peculiar spots.

Raiva writhed whenever she hit a certain part of her wall; it was like a strange, intense pressure suddenly appeared, making her moan deeply and loudly before she could stop herself.

“Is it right… here?” Octavia asked, caressing the spot inside, smiling at Raiva in a calculation manner.

Immediately, Raiva startled, not being able to contain her intense reaction, making a sound somewhere between moaning and shouting.

Octavia didn’t stop. She kept going for that same area, continuously eliciting these instinctive sounds from the writhing, fog-brained redhead.

“I asked if this is the spot, Raiva? If you don’t tell me I won’t know.”

It was building, fast, feeling explosive.

Raiva barely had a few seconds to form words, feeling bewildered and dazed, before the feeling crashed into itself creating a whirlwind of an orgasm, somehow both intense and fading fast.

“Raiva?” Octavia repeated, a playfully stern tone to her voice.

She resumed rubbing the spot, seemingly intent to continue.

“Y-yes, yes,” Raiva gasped, trying to recall human language. “That’s, that’s the spot.”

Her words sounded labored, and her ragged breathing made it difficult to pronounce them correctly.

Having gotten her answer at last, Octavia withdrew somewhat, returning to a gentle thrusting, while kissing Raiva’s brow.

“I should see if there are any others, no?”

All Raiva could do was let out a half moaned sigh, as Octavia withdrew her fingers at last and began moving towards the edge of the bed, gently landing herself on the floor. In a heartbeat, she knelt between Raiva’s legs, her warm, wet fingers running along her clit.

Raiva near choked on her breath from the gentle touch, then exclaimed loudly when Octavia’s lips replaced them.

Her tongue was even warmer, more firm and at the same time softer, slowly sending Raiva into a slowly building ecstasy.

It was as though every single movement was planned, every touch intentional and thought out, and it was driving her mad how perfect everything felt as a result.

Octavia ran her tongue along, sometimes licking, sometimes lapping, something pressing against her at little intervals. Every time Raiva flinched or winced or whined, she became just a notch more intense.

Raiva’s entire body felt on fire. Her toes were tingling, her thighs kept accidentally squeezing Octavia’s head, causing her to moan onto her, in turn making Raiva gasp at the vibrations. Her arms felt useless as they flailed and held onto various sections of sheet. Her head had long stopped functioning and had surrendered itself to pleasure. Her chest felt numb from her galloping heartbeat and her stomach a pit of swirling desire.

It was becoming unbearable, difficult to breathe as she somehow kept getting closer and closer to a climax than was apparently moving further away and higher up, until Octavia finally, at last, reinserted her fingers and found the damned spot once again, applying a pressure that seemed to release all of the pent of ecstasy all at once, as Raiva came, repeatedly, consecutively, writhing, screaming, arching her back, and finally, collapsing, sweaty, exhausted.

Octavia removed her hand once again, gently kissing Raiva’s thighs.

She made her way to join the heaving redhead on the bed once more pulling her into an embrace and caressing her head comfortingly as she caught her breath.

“Are you alright?” she asked with a chuckled.

Several more panting breaths were taken before Raiva replied, with a hoarse giggle.

“I believe so.”