<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9a/Steam_baby-avi.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Agatha Dunwich<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Unknown<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 3rd, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Night, After Dinner<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Agatha's Bedroom.<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Onneca<br/><hr/><br/>Onneca’s urging spurred exploratory fingers, nimble and quick they teased and torments Onneca’s sweat flesh.  Rough wrinkles pressed through the shear fabric under her fingertips drawing more attention and sensation.  Months of dreaming about how Onneca’s skin would feel under her touch did nothing to prepare Agatha for the intensity of feeling.  She was holding her hand on a flare and letting it burn. The subtle changes in the body opening beneath her drew instinctive reaction, a tightening of the abdominal oblique presenting one glorious breast a fraction higher than the other and fingers danced along darkened areola, her hands freed from the constraints of fear and worry explored slope, curve and mound.  She could feel fine ribs taut against contorted skin seeking more contact and the pleasing curve where the gluteus minimus rolls across the back of the hip to form the edge of the rounded rear that drew the eyes swishing under layers of fine clothing she wished desperately to remove and fill with her hands and explore with her tongue.<br/><br/>Agatha gasped, her breath stolen from her by the rough flat of Onneca’s tongue.  Her lips buzzed with phantom vibrations left by the pink muscle drawn across them.  From crown to navel they resonated, filling her body with wanton desire and a thirst that could only be sated by drinking from Onneca’s cup.  The scent of the room changed as the heat that had built inside of Agatha spilled from within making her ready to receive Onneca’s caress. She shivered, feeling it coat her flower and warm the inner most point of her thighs.  Agatha pursued Onneca’s fleeing tongue, her artful muscle sliding between lips that had moments before tried to catch.  The touch was electric, rough wetness pressing against each other.  They danced inside of her, twirling and diving and giving promise of what was to come.   Agatha’s head was getting light, stars bursts dancing inside her eyeslids.  She had to pull away, to breath in the heady, earthy air of the bedchamber and their lust.  Even as she did she could feel her lips entrapping Onneca’s not wishing to be apart.  She sucked indelicately pulling Onny’s lower lip away from her teeth before the stubborn tissue would allow it to come no further and parted.<br/><br/>Not to be denied Agatha’s lips allowed her one shuttering breath before they began their implacable journey along Onneca’s chin and neck. A slight shuffle to thighs and a moan escaped her throat. Agatha was coiled now hovering over the opening dahlia that was Onneca. The moan caressed the neck and warm breath washed over the tan collar beneath her.  Agatha mouth was eager and searching.  Lips pressing soft skin, a flicker of her tongue electric over goose pimpled skin.  Her night clothes billowed out from her form where she hovered, the fullness of her breasts hanging away from her body as of being drawn by the gravity of the celestial body below her.  They ached to be touched, to feel the moist warmth of lips and tongue drawn across them.<br/><br/>The curves and valleys of Onneca’s body lay before her gaze, two beautiful peaks revealed against the snowy white of a night shirt and the valley between them that lead to the bountiful plain of Onneca’s smooth taut belly.  Agatha’s eyes mapped out the journey of her lips across that plain to the maple boughs of Onneca’s thighs, seeking a glimpse of the heart of her valley and her lips followed.  Anything that would keep Agatha from her goal was disregarded.  Even the idea of removing the night gowns that clung and bound to their bodies would be a pause she could not fathom.  Her lips encircled the more sensitive of Onneca’s nipples, the cloth separating her tongue from the sensitive nub felt rough against the nimble muscle, but she did not care.  She suckled and sucked at it through their clothing, taking it in her teeth to nibble in utter delight as her fingers clutched and curled Onneca’s night gown into them pulling the hem ever higher over her thighs and hips.  Agatha lay half over Onneca her sweet lips exploring every inch of Onneca’s breasts, wanting to know what made her squirm with delight, to understand where her touch and caress gave the most pleasure. Was it how she kissed her neck or her collarbone? Was it the feathery touch of flingers along the underside of her breasts or the pressure of teeth digging into her nipple?  Did she enjoy the feeling of fingers knotted and gripping in her hair as much as Agatha did?  She wanted to know Onneca like no one had ever known her before and she desperately wanted Onneca to know her the same way.<br/><br/>“Please touch me Onny.  I can’t bear it anymore.  I need you.”  The earthy scent of her arousal permeated their bed as their Oroborus began to take shape and Agatha’s long legs stretch over the edge of the bed her breasts aligned so perfectly with Onneca’s lips.<br/>