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Kazei 5: Omake	By : wrabbit Category: +G through L > Kazei 5 Views: 851 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This story is fictional, and any similarities to real people, living or dead is coincidental. I do not own Kazei 5 although Sam is mine. story was not made for the purposes of making money, and none was made.

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Kazei 5: Omake
Sometimes dreams do come true.

Startled by a knock at her door, Samantha nearly jumped out of her seat. Until then, she had been sitting in her living room, trying unsuccessfully to read the same page of the novel in her hands. The cause of her lack of progress had nothing to do with being unable to read. On the contrary, Samantha couldn’t remember a time that she couldn’t read. No. Her problem began a couple of months ago, not long after Yohko and Azusa left and started working at the 93 Underground.

Ever since making friends with Sylvie, Samantha had been having disturbing dreams. At first, they started innocently enough. She and Sylvie would meet somewhere, have drinks or maybe lunch, and just talk like old friends, but as time went on, they would find reasons to touch. Fingers would brush as some innocent object was passed, or one would grab the other’s arm to lead them somewhere. Eventually, those touches would linger longer and longer. That was as far as most of the dreams would go. Recently however, those dreams took an unexpected turn.

During a particularly strange dream in which Samantha saved Sylvie from a rampaging dragon that looked suspiciously like Ran, Sylvie confessed that she loved Samantha and showed her just how much she appreciated the rescue. From there on, the dreams were definitely getting more erotic. Just thinking about them brought a flush to Samantha’s face.

A second, more insistent knock brought Samantha’s attention fully to the present. “Samantha, are you in there?” The sound of Sylvie’s voice reminded Samantha of just where her mind had been wandering, and immediately caused her to blush deeply.

“Just a minute Sylvie. I’m coming.” Samantha had just recovered from her previous reaction, when she realized the double entendre she had inadvertently stumbled into, and blushed again in earnest. Taking another moment to compose herself, Samantha took a deep breath to calm her nerves, causing her impressive chest to rise against the suddenly too tight shirt she wore. Opening the door, she was greeted by the sight of Sylvie in the hall. Dressed as she was in a denim mini skirt, a lime green; sleeveless top, and low heeled pumps, Samantha guessed that she had come over on her day off, especially since it was dusk out, and the club would be getting into full swing.

“Well, aren’t you going to invite me in?” Sylvie asked.

Truthfully, Samantha didn’t know that she staring. Sylvie could make a burlap sack look like eveningwear. “S- sorry. Come on in.” Samantha stood aside to let her friend in and closed the door behind her. Taking a quick glance at her clothing to make sure that she was presentable, she decided that a t-shirt and jeans were fine unless they went anywhere. “So, what brings you by, Sylvie?”

“You actually.” Sylvie replied as she sat down on the sofa.

This caused Samantha to blush again. “Huh?” she asked intelligently as she sat down next to Sylvie.

“Are you alright Samantha? You don’t look so well.” Sylvie moved closer and pressed the back of her hand to Samantha’s forehead.

Samantha swallowed hard. “Y- y-yes. I’m fine. Just a little warm maybe.” At this close range, Samantha couldn’t help but lock her gray eyes onto Sylvie’s golden ones. She was starting to get lost in them when Sylvie spoke again.

“Sam, you’re burning up. You need to lie down and rest. Now come on.” Gently slipping her hand into Samantha’s, Sylvie helped her rise. Standing as they were, faces just inches apart, Samantha felt her heart sink to the pit of her stomach and knew what it was like to be a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming car. Unable to move or make any articulate sounds on her own, Sylvie led her friend to the bedroom.

Sitting her down on the edge of the bed, Sylvie began pulling off Samantha’s socks and shoes. “Sylvie? W- what are you doing?” The butterflies doing laps in her stomach went into overdrive as she felt Sylvie’s hands gently holding her feet before sliding off the socks.

Sylvie looked up into Samantha’s eyes as she replied, “Sam, if your not feeling well, you need to learn to let your friends take care of you. Now stand up.” Unable to resist, Samantha rose from the bed. Maybe it was a trick of her eyes, or perhaps she was projecting her own feelings, but she could almost swear that she detected a hint of desire in Sylvie’s expression. With almost agonizing slowness, Sylvie slipped Samantha’s shirt off and let it drop to the floor.

Samantha started when Sylvie stepped closer to remove her bra. In a gesture almost like a hug, Sylvie reached around her and rested her chin on Samantha’s shoulder in order to have an unobstructed view of the clasp. In this position, Samantha was acutely aware of their breasts pressed together between them. To Samantha, it seemed that Sylvie was taking an inordinate amount of time removing the restrictive garment, but eventually the clasp was freed, and Sylvie stepped back. Already, Samantha found that she missed the intimate contact. As the bra joined her shirt on the floor, Samantha felt as if her mouth were stuffed with cotton. Sylvie stood there for many moments, seemingly enraptured with the sight laid bare before her. Her hands, seemingly forgotten, failed to leave Samantha’s proximity, and brushed their fingertips up and down her arms, gently stroking them.

Never losing contact with Samantha, Sylvie once again kneeled before her and unbuttoned her jeans. Samantha gave a small gasp when the button was released. In the quiet of the room, the tiny sound was like a gunshot. Gently grasping the zipper pull between her thumb and forefinger, Sylvie slowly ran the zipper down its length. Samantha released her breath in a slow exhale almost in sympathy with the motion. Running her hands down Samantha’s still clothed legs, Sylvie brought them up again and hooked her fingers over the waistband of the heavy denim cloth of the jeans, slowly dragging them down to the waiting floor. Grasping each ankle one at a time, Sylvie extricated Samantha’s legs from the jeans.

Sylvie ran her hands up Samantha’s legs again, this time without any interfering cloth. She could feel the dense musculature of Samantha’s legs beneath her silky smooth skin flex in nervous anticipation, much like a horse would just before a race. Samantha, in turn, could feel Sylvie’s warm breath on her stomach and relished the chill that ran down her spine as a result. Her hands once again reaching their target, Sylvie closed them about the waistband of the white cotton briefs and began their long descent down Samantha’s seemingly endless, perfectly formed legs.

Sylvie rose from her kneeling position, and took a step or two back, her gold eyes drinking in Samantha’s exquisite form. Slowly rising from her feet, traversing those interminable legs, pausing where they joined Samantha’s body, and focusing on her sex, noting that her snow white hair was indeed natural, before continuing their trip skimming over her taut stomach, resting once again on her large, pert breasts, nipples hard with excitement, then continuing on to her collarbone which lead to her neck, and finally reaching their destination of Samantha’s face and being drawn into her steely gray eyes.

“Beautiful. Words can’t describe…” Though Sylvie’s voice was quiet with awe and tenderness, Samantha heard nonetheless, and returned a nervous smile, but the passion in her eyes was conveyed despite being unsure of all this.

For a moment, they both stood there in silence before Sylvie spread out her arms and gave Samantha a gesture that seemed to say “Well?” Samantha looked at her sheepishly and started to go over to her when she got a better idea. Reaching out with her mind, Samantha carefully persuaded Sylvie’s shirt off with a telekinesis prompt. Sylvie was a bit taken aback by this, and looked a little nervous, but tried to hide it. Samantha however, noticed her momentary reticence. “I- I’m sorry. I should have asked if it was okay.”

The crestfallen expression on Samantha’s face caused Sylvie’s heart to ache. “It’s alright. Really. You just took me by surprise, that’s all.”

“I guess that makes two of us.” The mischievous smile on Samantha’s face immediately dispelled the gloom that had settled over the two soon to be lovers, and both were soon laughing. After a few moments, their giggles soon died down. “Now then. Where were we?” Samantha queried.

“I believe that you were undressing me with your eyes.” Sylvie smirked.

“Oh, yes.” Reaching out gently with her mind, Samantha once again set to work. Biting her lower lip in concentration, she bent to her task, opting to first remove Sylvie’s skirt. After fumbling with the zipper for a few moments, Samantha finally closed her eyes so as to be not distracted by the silver maned beauty before her. Concentrating in this manner, Samantha found that it almost felt like she was feeling up Sylvie from across the room. Resolving to further explore this aspect of her power later (with Sylvie of course), she worked on finding that elusive zipper and relieving it of its stubborn grasp on the object of her desire. A moment more of fumbling produced the desired results as Sylvie’s skirt fell to the floor with a fwump.

With her eyes still shut, Samantha’s “ghost hands” crept up Sylvie’s body making her squirm as Samantha found her ticklish spots. Eventually, she reached Sylvie’s bra and furrowed her brow in concentration as she worked the much more intricate clasp of her bra. With a cry of success, Samantha managed to work it loose, and crept on down to Sylvie’s last garment. Bringing her pink panties down proved to be a much easier task than the other clothes, but Samantha still lost her concentration several times when she let what she was “feeling” distract her.

Now that both women were dressed similarly, Samantha opened her eyes to behold the treasures that she had worked so hard to uncover. Bringing her eyes up Sylvie’s svelte legs, stopping to stare openly at the thatch of silver hair covering her sex, over her wonderfully flat stomach, resting at her full breasts that rivaled her own, before continuing on to the most perfect face that Samantha had ever seen. “…” She was speechless.

Sylvie pirouetted in place for Samantha’s benefit. “Do you like?” Samantha’s only response was to nod while her mouth gaped open like a landed fish. Sylvie was barely able to stifle a giggle at Samantha’s reaction. Suddenly, Sylvie’s expression turned serious as she walked back to her friend, lust apparent on her flawless features.

Samantha’s heart skipped a few beats as she approached. When their faces were just inches apart, Sylvie stopped. At this range, their breasts joined once again, this time without any interfering cloth to mar the sensation. “Sam, are you sure about this?” Samantha licked her luscious lips and gave a small nod of assent. With a passion filled smile, Sylvie finished closing the distance and wrapped her arms around the white haired PK’s waist as their lips finally joined.

Samantha instantly felt transported to a whole new level of bliss. The electric thrill of Sylvie’s touch sent her heart racing. Seemingly of their own accord, her arms found their way around the synth’s body and held her tight so that she could never leave. When Sylvie’s tongue worked it’s way past Samantha’s lips, her eyes widened in surprise, only to close again as she once again found herself lost in ecstasy.

Her legs no longer able to support her, Samantha collapsed in Sylvie’s arms. Sylvie seemed to have anticipated this, and eased her to the edge of the bed behind her. Reluctantly breaking the embrace that seemed to go on forever, she stood up straight. Samantha looked up at Sylvie, wanton pleading plain on her face. Sylvie just smiled as she laid her hands on Samantha’s shoulders and oh so gently eased her into a reclining position on the bed before climbing onto the bed herself, straddling the snow haired woman on her hands and knees.

Stopping when she reached Samantha’s face, Sylvie reached out with one hand to caress the beautiful features. Brushing her fingers over her cheeks, she caused Samantha to shiver with anticipation when those same fingers touched her lips with excruciating gentleness. Lightly kissing the fingertips, Samantha brought a hand up to Sylvie’s face to cup one cheek in her palm, while her other hand lightly brushed up and down Sylvie’s arm.

Deciding that enough was enough, Sylvie bent over and kissed, not Samantha’s wanton lips as she was expecting, but instead went to her ear. Nibbling and licking the lobe put her nose in a perfect position to exhale her warm breath in her lover’s ear.

Gasping with surprise, Samantha squirmed delightfully under the ministrations of the silver haired synth. Samantha had no idea that such an action could produce feelings this intense. Indeed, she had never even heard of such an act being performed. This realization reminded her just how naïve she is when it comes to matters of love and decided to ask Sylvie (who was undoubtedly more experienced at this sort of thing) to show her all the little tricks that two people could do with each other.

Their hands, having found each other, were now clasped, their fingers intertwined. As Sylvie worked her way down her throat, Samantha could only gasp and make small mewling sounds of delight. Coming to the middle of Samantha’s neck, Sylvie opened her mouth wide and gently bit down. Samantha responded by arching her back, exposing more of her neck in an almost submissive gesture, and was rewarded when Sylvie began to lave her tongue back and forth while maintaining the hold. Throat now thoroughly saturated, Sylvie now moved down, alternating nibbles with licks and kisses.

Reaching Samantha’s collarbone, Sylvie released her hands, but kept her arms and hands resting on Samantha’s, leaving her friend’s free to grasp and claw at the sheets. Turing her attention to Samantha’s lush breasts, Sylvie started on the very edge and alternating between nibbles and kisses, slowly spiraled her way to the center and the now thoroughly engorged nipple. Beginning with the left breast, Sylvie first kissed and gently nuzzled the underside, surprising Samantha with just how sensitive that area was. Never before had she thought that that particular area could make her respond like that.

Finally surmounting the wonderfully curved flesh, Sylvie arrived at the first nipple, noting that the surrounding pale skin made it seem all the darker. Knowing Samantha’s line of work, and the armorcloth bodysuit she used to protect herself, while not leaving much to the imagination, didn’t allow her much opportunity to soak up much sun. Being careful to keep her lips covering her teeth, Sylvie gently bit down on the nubbin of flesh and began to worry it, drawing a gasp from Samantha. Just when Samantha became sure that there was nothing more she could do that would make her love her any more, Sylvie swiped her tongue back and forth across the still captured bit of flesh. Samantha arched her back as if to force as much of her breast into Sylvie’s mouth as she could.

During all this, the other breast wasn’t left on its own. Sylvie used her hand in as close an approximation as she could, to mirror her attentions to the left one. A few minutes of this had worked Samantha into fervor like nothing before had. That is, until Sylvie switched sides, working her up all over again. Just when it seemed that Samantha could take no more, Sylvie eased off and continued her trip down the loveliest scenery she had ever had the pleasure to lay eyes on.

With nothing to gain any purchase on to bite, Sylvie settled for licks and kisses until she reached Samantha’s belly button. Samantha realized too late what Sylvie was planning when, after a few moments nothing happened and she looked up to see her poised over her ticklish spot with a gleam in her eyes akin to one you might find on a leopardess about to pounce for the kill. As soon as their eyes met, Sylvie plunged her tongue into Samantha’s belly button, sending her into convulsions as peals of laughter filled the room.

Finally, the assault ended and both women lie there, panting from exertion. When they had caught their breath, Sylvie kissed Samantha’s navel by way of apology before continuing on. Ignoring for the moment, her ultimate destination, she instead kissed, licked, and generally caressed the outside of Samantha’s legs until she reached her ankles before returning up on the inside this time. Once again carefully avoiding Samantha’s quivering mons, Sylvie gave the other leg the same treatment.

This time, upon reaching the vee between Samantha’s legs, Sylvie, while not avoiding it, didn’t just dive right in neither. Parting the white hair with her fingers, she took a deep breath through her nose, so as to never forget the heady aroma wafting from the young PK. Slowly, almost tentatively, she started laving her outer petals with her tongue, truly tasting Samantha for the first time.

Samantha was nearly overcome when Sylvie first placed her wet muscle on her labia, and felt as if she were floating among the clouds. As Sylvie worked her over with her tongue, Samantha writhed around in ecstasy, clawing at the sheets, and mewling like a kitten with pleasure. Sylvie worked hard, bringing Samantha to the brink of release, and backing off only to send her flying again before bringing her back down to earth. She continued this pleasurable torture for what seemed like eternity before deciding to finish her off by adding first one, then two, and finally three fingers of one hand into her hot, wet opening. But it was still not over until Sylvie nuzzled her way to Samantha’s throbbing clit, and using the same technique that she had so successfully employed on her nipples, bit down after sheathing her teeth behind her lips and began to worry the bundle of over stimulated nerves.

Samantha’s world suddenly turned white as all six senses; sight, hearing, smell, taste, especially touch, but strangely also that mysterious sixth sense that detects other PKs, became overloaded. For an instant, a split second really, Samantha was overwhelmed as she saw a light so beautiful, so warm and caring, so full of love, that all she could do was weep in joy.

As she recovered slowly, Sylvie nestled close and caressed Samantha’s flushed and sweaty skin. When her eyes came back into focus, Samantha looked down at Sylvie, who was resting her head on the softest pillow she had ever known: Samantha’s generous breasts. Gazes locked, Sylvie broke the silence first. “You like?”

Samantha continued to stare at the wonderful creature now lying in her grasp and wondered how she could ever live without her now. “That will be hard to top, but allow me to show you my appreciation by returning the favor.” Samantha opted to continue her experimentation with her telekinesis by closing her eyes and concentrating. At first, nothing happened, but Sylvie gave a squeak of surprise as she felt herself rise from the bed, seemingly unaided. Samantha opened her eyes again. “Trust me.”

The pleading look on her face eased Sylvie’s nervousness, and after taking a calming breath, nodded for Samantha to go on. The snow maned beauty maintained eye contact this time as she furrowed her brow, working to bring forth the power that could turn the gorgeous synth floating above her inside out, but only calling forth enough to bring as much pleasure as she possibly could. Sylvie suddenly felt as if, her entire body were being caressed by a thousand hands at once, with the most gentle of touches. Shivering with pleasure, she tried to keep her eyes open, so that she wouldn’t miss Samantha’s lovely features, but was fighting a losing war, and finally closed them when her vision blurred.

Sylvie suddenly gasped when she felt a tugging at her dripping sex; gently prying the lips open with the utmost care. The feelings of pleasure doubled when her tunnel was filled, as it had never been before. Every nook and cranny, every crevice, every soft fold was caressed and stimulated. It was as if a million tiny tentacles had wound themselves into a shaft of pure pleasure, and was now moving in and out of her as they wiggled and squirmed in a most intimate way. Sylvie was startled again when she heard Samantha’s voice in her ear. “Kanjiru tanoshii, neh?” Sylvie could only nod in response, Samantha’s hot breath sending torrents of pleasure throughout the woman’s body, and shivers down her spine. “I’ve had a lot of practice recently, you see?”

Sylvie was ready to beg for Samantha to finish her off, when she felt the distinct presence of a tongue parting through the forest of silvery short hairs that covered her pudendum, on it’s way to her labia. She parted her thighs in order to grant easier access to her now very wet vagina, and felt the tongue somehow enter her already impossibly stuffed box to lap at the accumulated sweet, sweet juices. Unable to help herself, Sylvie grabbed Samantha’s head and ground her pelvis against her face, even as she wrapped her mile long legs around her head, trapping her in a prison that she would never want to escape from.

Sylvie’s pleasure was redoubled as Samantha managed to free herself enough to reach her lover’s incredibly sensitive clit, and went to work on it, making Sylvie think that it was going to worn off the way she was going at it, and not caring if it was. At last, she could take no more and climaxed like she hadn’t since her first time with a woman. Samantha thought that she was going to drown under Sylvie’s spendings, but couldn’t think of a way that she would rather go.

Slowly floating the two of them back down to the bed, Samantha gently disentangled herself from Sylvie’s silky thighs as the synth came down from her high. Samantha crawled her way up to her face and snuggled up to her lover. Exhausted, but satisfied, they joined lips as they rubbed their smooth legs together, each tasting their own honey on the lips of the other, exciting them both. As worked up as they were getting, both were too tired to do anything about it. Even their lips were too worn out to continue their workout. Lying there in each other’s arms, Samantha was the first to break the silence. “Well. That was better than I could ever have imagined.”

Sylvie nodded in agreement. “I’ll say. Wherever did you learn to do that with your mind?”

“I dunno. It just sort of came to me. I’m glad you liked it though.”

“Well just make sure that you remember to do that when we do this for real.” Sylvie said as she gazed lovingly into Samantha’s eyes.

“Huh? What do you mean… Aw hell.” Realization dawned, and Samantha looked ready to cry. “This is…”

Sylvie nodded as she gazed at Samantha with a mixture of pity, sadness, and love. “…a dream.” She finished for her. Sylvie started to fade, but Samantha tried to grab her before she faded away entirely. Even as the dream was fading, she could hear Dream-Sylvie call to her. “I love you…”

“I love you too.” Samantha called to her, unsure if she heard, or even if it mattered.

Suddenly finding herself awake, Samantha sat up with a start. She had apparently fallen asleep in the recliner, an open novel in one hand and a cup of warm tea, now gone cold, in her other. The setting sun shining brightly into the room, colored the sky a bright reddish-orange as it sank over the horizon, silhouetting the towering arcologies across the river, and warming the apartment with a final, almost melancholy light. As if to say goodnight, it sank below the horizon with seeming reluctance. Heaving a world-weary sigh, Samantha considered what she remembered of the dream, and her feelings about it. Unsure whether to be glad it was a dream, or frustrated about the seeming improbability of it.

“Damn.”

Watching the scene played out before her while fondly remembering the dream, Samantha was startled when there was a knock at the door, and a familiar voice called out to her. “Samantha, are you in there?”

~Owari~
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