LDGTS: PART 3: THE FINALE

Lisa was willing to put up with a lot when it came to Taylor. She’d been kissed, licked, fondled and fucked within twenty minutes of Taylor offering to have sex with her. Within the next hour Lisa had been used so completely that she’d lost just about everything that made her, her. Her mind, her pride, her dignity. All of it was offered up to Taylor, hers to keep for as long as Taylor kept fucking her… but Taylor had messed up. 

She’d given Lisa a bit of time to recuperate. 

And then shocked her into awareness.

Lisa leant down, vulpine grin out in full force as she placed her lips against Taylor’s neck. Feeling Taylor’s pulse race under the kiss as she marked Taylor; just like how Taylor had marked her.

“And I’m going to show you that I’m not a little girl.”

Lisa stared down at Taylor, enjoying the expression of shock on her friend’s, on her lover’s face. Juices leaking down her thighs as the feeling of being in control came back to her all at once; she had missed it, in the short while she’d gone without it. Control was like a drug to her. Addictive, something that Lisa wanted, that she craved. Something that she needed, if she was honest. Along with her powers it was a sort of crutch, a way to handle the stresses of her day-to-day life without turning into a hot, sobbing mess. The fact that it was fun and kind of a turnon—she should have known—didn’t hurt at all.

“You weren’t expecting that, were you?” Lisa said softly, pressing down on Taylor’s wrists a little harder as she tried to wriggle her way free. “You thought you had me in the bag already. That I was just going to do whatever you wanted until you were finished.” Lisa ground her hips teasingly, still grinning as she slid wetly over Taylor’s length. “It’s almost like you don’t know me, Taylor. Shame on you…. And I’ll have you know, this little girl used to have a pony of her very own. I miss her,” Taylor whimpered, Lisa’s grin growing even sharper at the rush that little noise brought as she purred into Taylor’s ear. “But I guess you’ll just have to do.”

Lisa swayed her hips, her hands falling away from Taylor’s as the taller girl stopped struggling with a gasp. The shock was still there. The shock that came with the unexpected, showing in Taylor’s every reaction. It was obvious. The confident, almost cocky look Taylor had been holding onto the whole time was gone, replaced with something more familiar. More Taylor, as Lisa knew her. Nervous, hesitant and oddly adorable, even as she placed her hands on Lisa’s waist.

Unexpected for Taylor, maybe. But not unfamiliar. How… disappointing.

“So that’s how it is?” Lisa chuckled into the side of Taylor’s neck as she began rubbing herself against her friend, sucking at Taylor’s neck and leaving little marks with every move forward and back. “You lose your fire as soon as you think you’re in for a ride? Was hoping I’d be the one to break you in.”

“No one’s broken me in….”

“Whatever you say, hon.” Taylor tensed and turned her eyes away, blushing as Lisa slid forward to give her a pat on the cheek and a kiss on the lips. “Just keep saying that, and maybe, one day, I’ll believe you.” Lisa sat up again, biting her lip as she fit Taylor’s cock teasingly into her entrance. Taylor’s mouth fell open with a whine as Lisa stopped there, actually pulling away from Taylor’s weak, upwards thrust with a laugh. “One day.”

Taylor moaned helplessly as Lisa had her revenge, playing the world’s most frustrating game of keep-away. When Taylor went right, Lisa moved to the left. To the left, Lisa slid away to the right and down, always just out of reach. 

It was only what Taylor deserved, for driving Lisa so close to the edge. For almost succeeding in breaking Lisa completely. For trying to make her what would be, in the end, nothing more than Taylor’s version of a stress ball. Pliable, soft, and capable of making noises whenever Taylor felt like playing. That could have been her…. And that just wasn’t her. It just wasn’t Lisa.

Lisa pressed her hands down on Taylor’s chest, panting and smiling, beads of sweat running down her body as she lowered herself and waited. It didn’t take long at all for Taylor to take the bait, almost instantly taking advantage of Lisa’s sudden lack of movement with a thrust…. Only to have Lisa go up, letting it pass under her before she quickly came back down again, making Taylor yelp as Lisa trapped her length in between their bodies.

“That was fun, Taylor. You almost got me.” Taylor bit back a sobbing groan as Lisa straightened up again, showing Taylor just how close she’d been. Lisa, sitting directly on the shaft; puffy lips spread and almost drooling from where it sat along the shaft. “Problem is, ‘almost’ only gets you the consolation prize.”

“... Consolation?” Taylor croaked.

“That’s what happens when you don’t hit the bullseye, Taylor.” Lisa explained, crooned as she she shifted her weight over the cock in between her legs, “I know you were hoping to get the grand prize, dropping a load or two in me,” Making Taylor stiffen up as the blonde started moving again, sliding smoothly from front to back as she started stroking Taylor off with her outer lips. It felt - better, than she’d expected. A pleasant surprise. “But you’re just going to have to be satisfied with this, until the next time.”

Lisa willfully, and cheerfully, ignored the fact that she had just admitted that there was even going to be a next time, shelving it for later while she got ready to ride Taylor into the ground. Got ready to make her submit, like the taller girl had done to her at the first sign of weakness.

“That’s so- why would you do something like that to-”

“I’m a supervillain, babe, and getting fucked is a two way street.” Keeping herself from cackling like a madwoman at the gobsmacked look on Taylor’s face, the realization that her actions had consequences was one of the hardest things Lisa had ever done. “You totally,” Lisa had to bite her lip when she ran herself over the head of Taylor’s dick, the stimulation of her clit worth a moment of relative quiet when she did it again. “Should have expected this.”

“Lisa, please….” Lisa’s urge to cackle grew as she lingered over the head, torturing Taylor with every change shift and change in pressure. The sobbing groan that Taylor let out when she raised herself back up was priceless. “Mercy!”

“Mercy?” Lisa slipped a hand in between their bodies and leaned forward in response, her own fluids slipping between her fingers as she started toying with Taylor’s shaft. Feeling the bubble at the tip expand and grow in weight, even with something as simple as that. “Like you showed me, when I couldn’t even breathe?” A quick nibble at the ear received a whine. A whimper. A noise that drew a vindictive laugh from Lisa. “Or when you had me hold my own legs up, just so I could watch you fuck me?”

“For the love of god, Lisa! Please let me just-”

“I don’t think you understood me the first time.” Lisa sat up again and arched her back, stretching. Chest jutted teasingly outward before she put her hands on Taylor’s own. “Ponies don’t talk, Taylor. They get ridden.” The brunette mewled as both of her nipples were caught in between Lisa’s fingers, the right given a pinch just a hairsbreadth away from painful. “And right now, you’re a pony. My pony.”

And, with that, Lisa began to seriously rock her hips, a rhythmic, heavy grind that came easily to her. Riding lessons. Hours and hours of practice. A half baked dream of becoming a professional horse jockey before she had realized she wasn’t nearly small enough for the job. All together, after all that…. Riding Taylor was like riding the proverbial bike. Easier, actually.

She’d never learnt how to ride a bike after all. Too ‘plebeian’, her parents had said.

Lisa, still painfully sensitive, came all over Taylor’s lower stomach with a moan, still moving even as she soaked the brunette under her with her fluids. Then again, and again in a series of delicious shocks that made the blonde hiss with pleasure, the brunette under her squirm with embarrassment and needful frustration.

None of these things, even when put together, were nearly close to enough for Lisa to break her stride. To even think of breaking it. Just like any other dominance game, it was all about the momentum. Keeping your partner guessing and off balance, without pushing so far that they pushed back in reaction.

Taylor let out another pitiful moan as Lisa slowly took the taller girl’s aroused nipples in between her fingers. Each stroke, roll, and tug of the swollen nubs pushing her closer and closer to the edge, a light squeeze actually forcing Taylor’s eyes to roll, leaving only the whites showing behind her heavily lidded eyes.

Taylor hadn’t been wrong when she’d said she’d be the one to teach Lisa. She had. She most definitely had, even if the things she’d taught, weren’t the sort of lessons she’d hoped Lisa would take away from the whole thing. Initiative. Independence. A sexually sadistic streak a mile wide, and a lack of passivity. Things that Taylor just wasn’t looking for… or, at least, that was what Lisa assumed.

“That’s right, Taylor. Let it all out.” The tip of Taylor’s condom bulged outward when Lisa gave one of her nipples a pluck, a jet of lubricant being vented as hard as a normal human’s cumshot in response to that simple bit of stimulation. “You can do it.”

She really doubted that Taylor had been working towards this, the sudden reversal that had led to the blonde being on top. Lisa didn’t need her powers to see that, before, any such thoughts, if they even existed, weren’t entertained for more than a second before being discarded. Taylor’s conditioning, Lisa suspected, wouldn’t have even allowed her to consider it as an option.

Adding a bit of pressure to the bubble, finger and thumb pressing down on the latex mass that had gotten large enough to impede Lisa’s progress was an easy thing to do. Impulsive, but effective as the fluid that had built up so far came out near the base of Taylor’s cock, adding them to the juices that were no doubt already dripping down them from under her balls. An elegant solution, when compared to taking the time to force a new condom on Taylor before she recovered.

It was a good thing Taylor had Lisa to do the thinking for her, the blonde thought to herself as she leaned down and took a nipple gently in between her teeth. They’d have never got anything done otherwise.

A lash of the tongue and a gentle suck made Taylor howl, before Lisa’s lips separated from it with a pop to treat the other with a tongue bath of its own, wondering if her room’s soundproofing was up to par…. She’d find out in the morning.

“That’s a good girl.” Lisa said, her voice hushed as Taylor continued to writhe. Breathing hard, muscles straining as her fingers tore at the bed. All of it without a word, just like Lisa had ordered. “Keep being good, and maybe I’ll think about giving you another turn at the prize~”

And that was when Lisa realized that she had hit her limit. Almost a dead end. A lack of ideas that, for once in her life, made her regret never watching porn…. Not that she let it show to the girl half heartedly struggling underneath her, just continuing on her current track without even a change of expression. 

Lisa had already realized that getting off of Taylor wasn’t a good idea of she wanted the current trend of domination to continue, cutting away a great deal of teasing opportunities from that alone. The blonde was already playing with Taylor’s nipples and grinding against her as is, so that was out. She wasn’t nearly flexible enough—Yet, if Taylor hadn’t been downplaying Crawler-lite—to fondle Taylor’s giant balls and the slit beneath them while staying in control…. And Taylor’s stamina was just insane. A stamina that Lisa, to be honest, just didn’t share.

She was starting to tire. This had to end…. And porn watching was now on her list of things to do. A priority even, terrible as it was to admit. Taylor had made things - complicated.

“You’re on the edge, aren’t you? So close, a breeze in the right spot could set you off.” Taylor twitched softly, gasping when Lisa stood up on her knees, taking her weight off of the brunette’s body to stare down at her. “You’re holding back.” She chuckled, ignoring how Taylor’s erection slapped at her lower stomach, now that she wasn’t pinning it down. “Do you really want to cum in me that much?” 

Taylor nodded jerkily, a visible shiver running through her as Lisa put a finger on the tip of her rod. Bent it from side to side as if it were an especially weighty office toy. The ache in her balls must have been terrible.

“How sweet.” Lisa purred while she arranged herself over her best friend’s quivering shaft, “I think you deserve another go, just for that.” And held out her hands until Taylor, with shaking hands, took them. Held them tight. “I’ll even give you a handicap.”

If there was anything Lisa was good at, it was putting on a good show… but the play had gone on for long enough. It was time for the finale.

“Go on, Tay.” Lisa lowered herself, fit Taylor’s cock in between her legs in a repeat of before. Head in, Taylor tensing up, panting and with a blush. “The target is right here.” A rigged game, just like the first. “You can’t miss it.”

And she didn’t, literally couldn’t, when Lisa had stacked the deck so heavily in Taylor’s favor…. The fact that the brunette hadn’t gotten that particular message was obvious from her reaction. Eyes lighting up, the grip on the blonde’s hands becoming something like iron as she forced herself up. As every inch sank into Lisa’s body, meeting her as she came down.

“And we have - a winner… just let me,” Lisa took in a deep, shuddering breath as her head bent forward, wiping the smug smile off of Taylor’s face, a return to the way things were before, with a grin of her very own as she moved her hair behind her ear, and began to squeeze. To milk Taylor with everything she had. “Get your prize for you.”

“... I think I love you.” Taylor whispered.

If Taylor’s grip on Lisa’s hands hadn’t been so tight, so omnipresent… the blonde would have put one to her chest as her heart skipped a beat. As her breath came short…. But they were. So she didn’t. Instead, when her heart stopped—

“... I could get used to that.”

—She smiled, a flash of something real before the mask slipped back on. Strong. In control. The slightest bit of arrogance. Acting as if she was doing Taylor a favor just by being here, let alone having sex with her. Like the slow, easy circles she was doing, working over the cock she could feel beating under her navel, was an everyday thing.

The show must go on.

It started off gradually. Slowly, with hesitant movements that Lisa could play off as teasing until she began to bounce in earnest. To feel herself be spread and filled, her insides stretched tight until she got up again. Emptied herself in a way that left her aching, gasping. Yearning to feel that full again. The best, and worst, sort of gratification. Instant. Easy. Quickly done, and just as quickly finished in a way that only fed the appetite.

Another rush of liquid, musky and thick, washed down Lisa’s thighs in small spurts. Taylor’s. With each one coinciding with a tap of of Taylor’s condom against her cervix. The only thing that kept Lisa up when she added her own flavor to the mix was Taylor. Her hands, warm and strong. As good as a wall when Lisa leaned forward and sped up, her friend whispering words of encouragement—Faster, harder, I’m close—and grunting with satisfaction as they continued to soak the already ruined mattress.

“I thought you were going to cum?” Lisa hung her head even lower and grit her teeth. Breathing ragged and resting while Taylor took up the slack. Panting and groaning as she fucked herself enthusiastically up into Lisa’s body, hard enough that Lisa could feel, and hear, Taylor’s balls smacking into her ass. Turning it red even as Taylor’s already obscenely large cock expanded inside of her. “Cum already….”

In response to that Taylor snarled, and Lisa found herself on her back again. Her short time in the spotlight over, ending with her pressed to the sheets again. With her hands trapped, her legs wrapped around Taylor’s back… with Taylor’s lips on hers, kissing her as if Taylor was suffocating and she was air.

It had been a good run. She’d do better next time…. Those were her thoughts, when Taylor finally let go. Hilting herself, filling Lisa with warmth and quickly growing latex. Every shot clear as day to Lisa, causing her to feel a sort of awe when she realized every fresh wave of semen was heralded by a bulge she could feel, running down Taylor’s urethra until it came out the end to bat against the end of her tunnel.

That awe started to take on a horrified tone, when she realized that she could feel the condom beginning to stretch her out… with Taylor showing no signs of stopping. No signs of wanting to stop. She just kept going. Humping deeper into her, eyes half lidded and dull even when the bubble in Lisa’s gut had become the size of a melon thirty seconds in. She didn’t even slow down when the condom popped, coating Lisa’s insides with Taylor’s seed after it proved incapable of holding her back.

By the time she did stop, finally satisfied as she rolled off of her barely conscious and twitching friend… Taylor had proved her claims about her fluids - mutagenic properties without a doubt. Lisa could barely even look over stomach before she put a hand on it and pressed down, obliterating any hope of her being able to save the carpet in a wave of near solid white.

“I- Wha- Not again!” Lisa allowed her head to fall to the side, to see Taylor with both her hands over her mouth. Clear eyed, confused, and freaking the fuck out. “Are you okay!?”

Lisa closed her eyes. She had no response.

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Lisa slid the stick across the table with a glare.

Taylor stared at the stick.

Lisa glared harder.

“Oh, fuck.”

Lisa now had a response.

“THAT’S WHAT GOT US IN THIS MESS IN THE FIRST PLACE, YOU DICK!”