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The Ice
Queen
A J/7 Advent
Calendar Story 2008 by Gun Brooke
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Door 24
Seven heard Kathryn breath hard and moan over and over as
she assaulted her nipples. She knew how it had thrilled her
when Kathryn mouthed them and tried to emulate the movements
of the tongue, and judging from Kathryn’s vocal response,
she was doing it right.
Holding onto Kathryn’s waist, Seven kept her in place as she
devoured her. When she determined Kathryn could take no more
stimulating of her breasts, Seven decided it was time to
move on. She kissed a new trail, this time toward Kathryn’s
belly button.
Seven dipped her tongue in the small indentation, surprised
at how Kathryn jolted and started shivering even more than
before. She kept up the caress for another one point six
minutes, and then kissed further down. When she reached the
small triangle of soft auburn hair, she stopped, looking
bewilderedly up at Kathryn.
“I wish to kiss you all over, but I am afraid of hurting
you, of…failing.”
“You won’t do either. But what if we change places, darling?
I can’t say I know all that much about loving a woman, but
together we can learn.”
“Very well.” Seven found her arms and legs oddly
uncooperative as she slid across Kathryn and lay down. She
made sure the sleeping bags covered both of them, since even
she was beginning to feel the cold get to her a bit.
“So, you were lying like this, I think,” Kathryn said, an
amused look, coupled with something dark and molten, in her
eyes. She placed herself between Seven’s legs. “It’s a
little tricky with the sleeping bag. Good thing that it’s so
big.
“Viking,” Seven said dreamily once Kathryn cupped her hips
and blew gently at her sex.
“What?”
“Vikings. The Scandinavians. Tall and big. Tall and big
sleeping bag. Logical.”
“Ah…yes…logical…” Kathryn pushed gently at Seven’s legs,
parting them as much as it was possible inside the Viking
sleeping bag. “Comfortable? Here, they have tons of pillows
ready for us.” She pushed pillows up around Seven until she
could relax completely and stay as exposed as Kathryn
desired.
Seven knew now that even if Kathryn could not see very well
inside the sleeping bag, she still had access to every
intimate part of her. She would realize just how wet Seven
had become as soon as she touched her, which worried Seven a
little since she had no idea what was considered normal or
not. What if something in her Borg physique made her
abnormal and repelling?
Kathryn chose this exact time to dip her tongue into Seven’s
sex, following her inner labia up to the bundle of nerve
endings at the front. “Mm,” Kathryn purred and repeated the
movement. “So wet…and all for me…I’m flattered.”
“I was unsure.”
“Don’t be.” Kathryn found a slow rhythm where she managed to
cover everything of Seven’s sex from the clitoris to her
anus, and not miss a thing. “You’re…perfect.”
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