<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>Evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Agatha's House<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Onneca<br/><hr/><br/>Onneca need not to have worried.  She would never be alone again, in life or in bliss.  Slick fingers were replaced by slick lips and a tongue that flickered like electricity across the filament of Onneca’s core, broken only to gasp at the pleasures sweet Onneca blessed her with.  Pinned like a butterfly and dying sweet deaths with every.<br/><br/>“Oh yes.” She encouraged the stroke of wet fingers against the tight pucker of her anus. Brushing wild and damp red stands from her face and lips Agatha suckled at Onneca’s engorged clitoris, her finger coated in the thick honey of their lovemaking sought out the dark rosebud that she wished them to pleasure.  Agatha had feared that Onneca may not wish the same pleasures she sought but Onneca’s fingers circled a pleasure more private even than the flower she coaxed towards ecstasy, teasing her in a way that brought her ever closer to the abyss she desperately craved.  Agatha’s fingers mirrored her partners coating the dark star and teasing it with gentle pressure.<br/><br/>Walls of soft flesh enveloped her neck and Agatha’s lips hummed in delight.  Strands of nectar connected pink to pink awash with warm breath and body.  Oh God . She could feel her body go ridged and fought to hold on, desperate to share this moment with her love.  In desperation she brought her  mouth to bear, sealing them together and as Onneca’s slender digit entered her so too did her own into Onneca and she cried out as her pearl released coating Onneca’s lips as dew specked her face.  Agatha’s body quaked against the lapping tongue and nectar continued to drip from her flower and her deliverance did not abate quickly so heightened by the woman she had longed for.  Between heavy breaths and whimpers of delight she gathered the droplets of dew speckling Onneca’s beautiful body.<br/><br/>“ Te amo a mi Onny, mi mariposa.” She murmured glistening lips, taking her gaze from the dew covered flower to peer across their naked bodies, her face speckled with their love.<br/>