This body might not have my little buddy anymore, but that doesn't mean I'm going to waste this gift from the afterlife. And with that final, defiant thought, Logan discarded the last remnants of self-control in her new body, surrendering to the current of sensation.
Morded looked at her with that predatory smile she was already starting to recognize. The feline woman licked her lips slowly, showing the tip of a long, rough tongue that promised things most people only dreamed of.
"Did you already cum, bitch?" Morded purred, her voice a mix of mockery and dark approval. "What a pathetic slut. We've barely started and you're already shaking like a virgin."
Beside them, Cecilia let out a nervous, breathy giggle as she clumsily shrugged off the rest of her coat. She let the garment fall to the floor in a heap and stood there biting her lip, her cheeks burning a bright, embarrassed red.
The haughty witch from moments ago had vanished, replaced by a girl who seemed to be waiting, trembling, for orders.
Morded clicked her tongue and shot her a hard, commanding look.
How the hell does she switch modes so fast? Logan thought, her heart still pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs.
A second ago she was all cheerful, dragging me in here, and now she's looking at me like she's about to eat me alive. This woman is completely insane… and I think I love that.
"What are you standing there for, Cecy?" Morded's voice cut through the humid air of the room. "Take it all off. You know how this works."
Cecilia obeyed instantly, her movements jerky.
She slipped off her skirt, removed her top, and stood naked, her hands trembling slightly at her sides. She lowered her gaze to the floor, the picture of submission. "Yes, Morded…"
In one fluid motion, Morded grabbed the girl by the hair with a strong hand and forced her down to her knees. Her other hand was already working on the tie of her shorts. "Open your mouth," she ordered, her voice rough and leaving no room for debate.
The girl—Logan—obeyed without thinking. Morded shoved two fingers inside her mouth, rubbed them roughly against her tongue, then pulled them out, glistening with saliva. "Good girl. Now lick properly."
She sat on the edge of the bed, spread her legs wide, and pushed Logan's face against her. The scent that hit her was primal—fresh sweat, animal musk, pure, undiluted desire. Logan licked desperately, driven by instinct and the overwhelming novelty. Morded's taste was strong, salty, addictive. Her rough tongue brushed against Logan's as the feline woman ground herself against her mouth.
"More tongue, slut. I want to feel it deep."
Cecilia approached from behind, timid, waiting for permission. Morded glanced at her over her shoulder, a flicker of impatience in her eyes. "What are you waiting for, Cecy? Use the bitch's mouth. You know what I like."
Cecilia knelt beside Logan and spread her legs, bringing her shaved sex close to Logan's face. Morded pulled Logan by the hair and turned her head toward Cecilia. "Lick her, bitch. Make her wetter."
Logan complied, licking Cecilia carefully at first. Her flavor was surprisingly sweet and soft, a stark contrast to Morded's intensity. Meanwhile, Morded kept grinding against the side of Logan's cheek, using whatever part of her face she could reach.
Trapped between the two women, Logan's mouth moving from one to the other as they demanded, her hands slid down to her own sex almost on their own.
Her fingers slipped into the astonishing wetness that was already soaking her.
"Are you touching yourself, whore?" Morded laughed, the sound a low purr of triumph. "Of course you are. Touch yourself while you serve us. But don't you dare cum until I tell you to."
Cecilia moaned softly, her hands trembling as they found purchase in Logan's hair. "Please… deeper…"
Morded shifted, climbing onto the bed and straddling Logan's face. She pressed her hot, wet center down over Logan's mouth and nose completely, forcing Logan flat against the mattress. Logan licked with everything she had, her world narrowing to the taste and heat of Morded alone, while her fingers moved faster between her own legs, chasing the building pressure.
"That's it, slut. Make me squirt on your face."
Beside them, Cecilia positioned herself over Logan's free hand, rubbing her own wet folds against Logan's fingers, using them as she pleased.
Her moans began to mix with Morded's possessive purrs. "Yes… like that… don't stop!"
Morded came first, her body tensing with a wild, shuddering purr, soaking Logan's face and chest with her release. "Take it, bitch! Swallow it all!"
The force of Morded's orgasm pushed Logan over her own edge. Her fingers moved frantically over her clit. She came with a violent tremble, her back arching off the bed. Morded finally lifted herself off Logan's face, panting and glistening, giving Logan a moment to breathe. Cecilia shifted closer, pressing her dripping sex against Logan's still-eager mouth. Cecilia followed with a muffled cry, her climax shuddering through her as her juices mingled with the mess already coating Logan's face.
Morded pulled away, panting, and looked down at Logan with heavy-lidded eyes. "Good slut," she breathed. "Again."
She shoved Logan over Cecilia, who was already lying back with her legs spread, spent but receptive. Morded sat on Cecilia's face and began to grind. "Lick her, bitch. And touch yourself again. I want to watch you cum while you look at us."
Logan obeyed, her movements slower now, driven by a deep and relentless pleasure. She licked Cecilia, slow and deep, while her fingers returned to her own clit. Morded moved above them, her tail lashing through the air like a metronome of passion.
"Faster, both of you. Don't make me wait."
Cecilia moaned against Morded, her hips rocking in time with Logan's tongue. Morded came again with a guttural growl. "Yes, fuck!" Cecilia's climax followed almost instantly, a trembling surrender under Logan's ministrations. Logan didn't take much longer; she came again, her fingers soaked, her body shaking with a pleasure that felt less like a peak and more like a complete dissolution.
Finally, Morded released them. She hopped off the bed with feline grace, stretched like a satisfied predator, and her entire demeanor shifted in an instant. The fierce dominant vanished, replaced once more by the carefree, cheerful cat she'd been in the alley.
"Fuck, that was amazing!" she exclaimed, laughing as she shook out her wild hair. "You're a beast, newbie! You almost killed me with pleasure."
She leaned over Cecilia, who was still panting on the bed, and planted a loud, smacking kiss on her cheek. "You okay, Cecy? I didn't break your face, did I?" she joked, her touch now gentle as she stroked the witch's hair.
Cecilia smiled weakly, the blush returning. "I'm… fine. Thanks…"
Morded turned to Logan, grinning from ear to ear. "And you, little bitch! You earned your pay and then something more." She pulled a small leather pouch from under the pillow and tossed it onto Logan's chest.
Inside, silver coins clinked together, heavier and more numerous than expected.
"More than I promised. You earned it," Morded said, her tone matter-of-fact. "But don't get used to it, huh? Tomorrow, if you want to repeat, we'll pay you the same … as long as you serve us just as well." She winked, a flash of that earlier danger returning to her eyes, then flopped down on the bed between them, her tail lazily wrapping around Logan's leg.
"Good job, both of you. Now get some sleep. It's still midday, but I'm already getting hungry for dinner… and for more fun later."
Cecilia murmured something softly, almost inaudible. "Thank you… Morded…"
Morded gave her a gentle, affectionate smack on the ass. "Sleep, Cecy. You too, newbie."
Logan clutched the pouch against her sweaty skin, the cool leather a stark contrast to her heat. A crooked, utterly exhausted smile formed on her face. But before she could muster a reply, the accumulated pleasure, the emotional whiplash, and the sheer physical intensity of it all hit her like a hammer.
Her eyes closed on their own. Her body, every new and unfamiliar muscle, went fully limp. She passed out on the tangled sheets, surrendered to the pleasure she had just experienced.