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Along their trip to her parents, Samantha had found herself trapped in deep thought.

It had been a long time since she had last seen or even heard from them; No news, no

How's-it-goings, no nothing. It had all been radio silence, and it had wounded her

deeply. They've always been close, the four of them. When she was still living in their

house, Sam, her sister Anita and their parents were inseparable. They used to share

everything together. They had a family dinner everyday, where they discussed how

their day had gone and laughed about all the problems or mishaps that had occurred.

She and her father used to watch football together and cheer for their team with

passion and glee, whether they won or lost. She was especially fond of that time, as

her father was more relaxed after a beer or two and became very talkative and incisive

when she was looking for advice. Oh, how she longed to have gone back to those

times again!

Her relationship with her mother was equally intimate. She was a very caring

individual, and one that wanted to pass on every bit of knowledge she had

accumulated in her life to her children. It was somewhat of a self assigned duty to

her. Samantha owed her everything she knew as a girl; the way she should treat

everyone with respect, the way she should stand for herself and guard her beliefs

against others, what to do around the house and how to take care of herself.

Everything had been passed down to her, to a varying degree of course. And the fact

that she always knew what Sam was thinking and how she felt, made her the number

one person to go to when she needed a hug.

Luckily, Anita hadn't stopped talking to her. That is, meaning not all together,

because Anita had lessened her contact with Sam noticeably. They had been best

friends when they were little, and played together constantly. As siblings, they did

have their spouts, but that is a given in close families such as these. Samantha really

missed the times when they made fun of their father when he was cleaning the yard,

spreading leaves all over the lawn and hiding away his tools. When he found out, he

used to chase them all around the house, with their mother watching and laughing at

the whole charade. The father was the one to have the last laugh, though, as when he

caught them, he made them go to church with him and their mother to attend

communion. How much did Samantha miss those times! She and her sister were

bored out of their mind during those rituals, and made up funny stories with the

clergy and their performance.

It was all in good fun, though. Samantha might not have kept everything her family

had taught her, but she had learned a lot. And she had become the person she was

today because of them. That's why it pained her even more when her parents decided

to throw her out. It wasn't about something she could work on and improve. It

wasn't about something she could change or make amends with. It was about

something that deeply defined who she was. It was a big part of herself as a person.

Something that should not have overwritten their entire image of her from their

minds. They had raised her, they had given her values to uphold, they had stuck

together as one up until the point she came out to them. Why couldn't they

understand? Why did they have to be so against her being a lesbian? She had never

understood why, in all their love they had shown her, they could not embrace her for

who she truly was.

Natasha and Sam had just reached the hotel room they would be staying, but still her

mind was drifting. Especially now, that she had been so close to meeting them again

after all these years, she was aching from anxiety. She could not think straight and

reason herself. It was Anita that had contacted her to give her the bad news of her

mother, not her parents. They hadn't reached out to her for anything at all. She did

care for them and, aside from her duty to see that her mother was ok from up close, it

was a chance to finally bridge the gap that had grown between them.

She had no idea what to say. 'What is the best way to handle things?' she thought to

herself. Natasha was part of her life now, and she wanted to introduce her to them.

Not only that, she wanted them to accept her for what she was, and have a family

dinner all together again, just like they used to. Was it that hard for them? Was it too

sudden to show up after years, holding hands with the reason they had disowned her

for? She loved Natasha, and she wanted them to love her too. Nat took care of her,

and stood by her side no matter what. They had to see for themselves to understand.

Maybe then, they would be able to surpass their dated views over what a couple is or

can be.

On the other hand, though, she thought that maybe it wasn't the best approach to

make this long awaited meeting be about herself. Her beloved mother was in a very

tough spot emotionally. She and her father would be fairly apprehensive while

waiting for the medical results to come out, and to add to their dismay would be

inconsiderate. Should she have Natasha stay at the hotel? If she did that, how could

she even muster the strength to face them? She knew she wasn't strong enough, and

she couldn't imagine herself going anywhere without her love. Natasha had to come

with her.

All this mental back-and-forth was starting to give Samantha a headache. It was the

last thing she wanted at that moment. She needed to calm herself down somehow, in

order to start thinking straight again. A big moment for her was coming up soon,

and she had to handle it in the best way she could. There was no room for error this

time.

Natasha noticed her walking aimlessly around the room, seemingly lost in her own

thoughts, and could sense that something was going wrong. Sam wasn't talking

much, and the silence of the last couple of hours had been unbearable. When Nat

saw her going to the washroom, she swiftly perked up and blocked the door.

"What are you doing, Sam?" she asked inquisitively.

"What do you mean? I need to use the restroom."

"No, you don't" Nat reminded her, "You do not have to do that anymore,

'member?"

Sam felt like she was put on the spot. She was hesitant for a moment, especially with

Natasha looking at her in a very questionable manner, but realised that she had to at

least let her lover know what was going on inside her head.

"What am I to do, Nat?" she cried, "All that I've been thinking is how, in God's

name, will I be able to face my parents again."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that, it is a very tough time for them, as it is for me. And I want to make sure

that, whatever the future holds, I will be able to have them with me on what we are

doing together. On what we plan to do next. I don't want to miss this chance. It

might be the last..."

Natasha did not respond. She decided to remain silent, but did not move away. After

a moment, Sam continued.

"I need to calm down somehow. That's why I was going to the bathroom. I need to

let off some steam, and I didn't want to make a mess over here."

Natasha grinned. Finally Sam admitted what she was up to, and she wasn't going to

let this one go to waste. She was starting to get excited again, with a slight hint of

anger as Sam didn't come to her in the first place. She took a more sensual pose, and

leaned towards Sam, only to whisper in her ear.

"No, no, no. Why don't we put down a towel on the bed, and have you give me a

little bit of a show? It would be really fun to see you do it in your own way. Besides,

you aren't supposed to waste any of your lovely juices in the bathroom now, are

you?"

Samantha instantly blushed and smiled awkwardly. She was glad her lover wanted to

participate in this. She gave Nat a small peck on the cheek, and started to remove her

long red dress as she walked towards the bed. She wasn't wearing any underwear;

even the dress was something that felt a bit out of place on her, given that she hadn't

been wearing any clothes for a long time due to her actual size. The amulet on her

neck gave her a complete transformation, and she had a bit of trouble adjusting to

her skinny size.

She climbed inside the pillows and started caressing her body, in order to get in the

mood. Natasha laid down on the sofa opposite to her and watched as Sam played

with herself. She hadn't touched herself this way for ages, and it felt like she was

exploring her body once again. Moving down to her legs and thighs, she spread them

wide open and made her way towards her private parts. It almost felt unnatural for

her to do these kinds of movements; she didn't feel comfortable in the way she was

sitting, and the tremendous lack of excess skin was giving her phantom limb vibes.

Her mind couldn't overcome the fact that she shouldn't be touching what she

actually was right now, making her feel disconnected. Something that was fairly

apparent to Natasha, who was trying to remain patient while watching all of this.

Nonetheless, Sam continued on, and started caressing her clit, pressing it down with

the sides of her talons, careful not to pinch it too early. She had vague memories of

doing it this way when she was younger and skinny like now. It was coming back to

her bit by bit, but it wasn't a particularly pretty sight to behold. Natasha felt her

discomfort and stiffness of movement, and secretly gritted her teeth. It was all wrong

in her eyes; wrong and stupid. 'What is she even doing?' she pondered while Sam

went on, apparently getting into a rhythm now. She seemed to be getting somewhere,

as her body slightly moved along her movements of her talons on her pussy. Nat

didn't sympathise one bit. She remained stone cold, sitting and watching from afar

and trying to hold her anger. 'After all this time' she thought, 'After all that we have

done together, is this the best she can do? It is completely wrong! I could give her

more pleasure in my sleep than what she is trying to do now.'

Samantha was trying harder and harder to appear smooth and sensual, but it did not

work for Nat. It only made her lose her temper. Finally, she had had enough.

"Stop", Natasha said sharply.

Sam was caught off guard. She didn't realise that Nat wasn't having fun at all. She

assumed that it was part of the dominant fantasy she was acting out. And so she

continued, now inserting her talons inside her a bit, slowly and carefully. She was

starting to get wet.

"Sam?" she asked in an offbeat manner, "Do you think I'm a good cook?"

Samantha was a bit puzzled by her question. It was totally out of place, and didn't

exactly set the mood. She furrowed her brows in confusion, but continued fingering

herself while keeping eye contact with Natasha, before answering.

"Ehm, of course you are a good cook, Nat! In fact, you are the best damn cook I have

ever had the pleasure of knowing."

"Yes, I am. A master at it, as I am in other things" she confirmed, "Playing the flute is

one of many. Or at least, before we started dating..."

Nat's comment made Samantha blush and giggle for a bit. She remembered the time

when Natasha couldn't play the instrument right because her lips and mouth were

covered with Sam's pussy juices. It had taken a while to register in Nat's mind why

that was happening, and it made it even more of a funny memory that way. This

made her relax a bit, and get more into the groove of the moment.

Natasha, though, didn't seem to change her stance. She appeared to be talking in a

calm manner, but her expressions revealed more tension than anything else. She was

standing up now, pacing slowly around the bed while looking at Sam's performance.

Samantha couldn't just ignore this, and spoke up.

"Is something wrong, Nat?"

Natasha didn't want to respond to that question. In her mind, she had a point to

make, and didn't want to cut corners in getting there.

"You could say..." she paused for a moment in thought, "that I'm a pretty capable

warrior as well. Wouldn't you agree?"

Her tone of voice had started to shift now, from calm and warm to judgemental.

Something that was fairly apparent to Sam.

"Tell me, Samantha. What else would you say I'm a master at?"

Sam gave it some thought. She didn't know exactly where Nat was going with this,

but wanted to go along.

"Arcane arts... would probably be another thing? You are really good at that as well."

Natasha didn't hide that this wasn't the answer she was looking for. Her expression

became a bit more harsh, and her glare was now fixed on Samantha.

"Arcane arts... sure. What else? Is that it?"

Sam tried to think of something else, but the pressure she felt made her tense up. Her

mind was completely blank. She didn't have a clue what the right response could be.

Natasha gave her a minute, but eventually gave up in an audible sigh.

"I am definitely a veteran in all those things we said before but..." she paused, "given

how good I am with my special skill, it makes me look like a complete novice in

comparison."

Natasha moved a bit closer to Sam, with her gaze unbroken, but her voice a bit more

mellow now.

"Babe... What is my special skill? What do I do every single day perfectly, and know

thousands of different ways around it?

Samantha was sceptical at first, but an answer struck her as too obvious to pass.

"Uhm... eating?" she said while blushing, feeling like an idiot for not getting it

sooner.

"No, silly" Natasha corrected, "Bringing Samantha Corveen to a climax!"

Samantha's shyness went through the roof as Nat went on.

"This is my very special skill, the thing I love the most, and I know for a fact that I'm

the best at."

She paused again for a moment, but when she saw Samantha's impassivity, she

couldn't help but become more straightforward.

"So imagine... how I, Natasha Asmodia, an expert on this, feel when..." she exhaled,

trying to keep her manner in check, "... when I watch someone fail so miserably at it.

Especially when that someone is my partner, Samantha Corveen herself!"

Sam stopped and looked up at the obviously annoyed Natasha.

"Well, I..." she stuttered, "I don't seem to be able to please myself. I'm trying to do it

the way I used to in the past, but it isn't working for me at all. I won't be able to cum

like this."

"Then you are doing it all wrong!" she pointed out vividly, surprising Sam with the

loud change of volume.

Natasha took a few breaths and walked around the room for a bit, and when she

regained her calm, she turned to Samantha again.

"Here. Let me show you, babe."

She approached the bed and, with a slick move, she smoothly slithered behind her

partner. Samantha felt her lover's touch as she was embraced from behind, and felt a

slight tingle in the back of her neck from Natasha's breath as she leaned over her

shoulder. Her snout then hovered over the side of her head and, after a small peck on

the ear, she whispered sensually.

"Let me guide you, Sam."

Samantha couldn't help but feel embarrassed by how turned on she got. Nat had

always had that effect on her. She relaxed her arm and let it fall under her influence

and guidance. Natasha reached around, slowly caressing the side of Sam's shoulder

and forearm, until her paw reached her taloned hand. She lingered for a bit, touching

and exploring Sam's hand, and then, slowly guided it towards the raven's nether

region.

"Okay, so, what you need to do really depends on what kind of climax you want,

babe" she explained thoroughly, "There are a whole lot of different techniques I use

for the desired sensation I want to bring out on you."

Natasha's mannerism had already started to brighten up as she went on talking about

her technique. She was really proud of what she could do to Samantha, and how well

she could bring results from her. It was like talking about a hobby that she was too

passionate about.

"If I would be going for a sustained feeling, I would start like this" she continued

while gently moving Sam's fingers over her pussy lips, "Place your index finger inside

you like an upwards hook, and your thumb on top of your clit. Push your index

finger against the wall while you massage with your thumb. Don't do it too harshly,

though. Be gentle."

Sam mimicked the movements Natasha described to her to the letter, and when she

inserted her talon inside her, she exhaled with pleasure. She continued as instructed,

and couldn't believe how much better it felt to be told what to do. Especially by her

lover, who seemed to know exactly what she liked.

Sam started to do it a little faster now, moving her finger in and out as she played

with her clit, but was immediately cut short by Natasha.

"Tsk, tsk. No, babe" she judged sensually, "That is what you do if you are going for

sex. You do not start like that, though."

She took Sam's hand in both her palms, and arranged her fingers differently this time.

"See? More like this. You start with your two middle fingers first. You place them

slowly inside you, and start doing a patting motion towards your palm, tapping the

outer wall of your pussy. You keep doing this for a couple of minutes until your juices

start dripping through your fingers and down your hand."

"Like this?" Sam moaned as she started to enjoy herself even more.

"Yes, that's right dear. You are doing it just fine. Look at those pretty and tasty juices

that are coming out of you. Mmm, how I wish to get a taste of them."

She ran her finger down and in between Sam's pussy lips, collected some of it in her

paw, and guided it straight on her long tongue.

"Oof, you are exquisite, babe. I got goosebumps from just a few drops of you."

Sam watched her lover licking her paw dry, and started moving her fingers harder

inside her. She loved doing what she was told, and was eager to follow the next step.

"Now that you are wet, we need to loosen you up a bit" Natasha whispered, "move

the fingers inside you in a circular motion, caressing your pussy walls around them.

Massage them gently, and apply a little pressure, to push them apart and expand your

pussy. We need it to open up, and eventually accept more fingers inside."

Samantha was starting to moan and blush while fucking herself, all the while with

Natasha looking straight at her opening. She definitely liked what she saw, but with a

gentle grab on Samantha's palm, she stopped her from continuing any further with

that technique.

"I think you are getting too over your head, honey. Let's not overdo it just yet."

Natasha paused for a moment, and caressed Sam's black hair from the back. She gave

her a peck on the cheek, and moved on with her dearest lecture.

"My favourite one of all is, what I call, the slow burn..." she said, letting Samantha's

mind recall all the times that this particular move had been done to her over the past

years. She couldn't help but start breathing heavily with anticipation. "Usually, when

I wake up early in my den, I find it hard to wake my baby up, just to have breakfast. I

love how you just let all your weight press down on me in your sleep. So, in order to

preserve that, I have found a way to touch you so delicately, that gives you slow and

rising pleasure, while still keeping you inside your dreams."

Samantha knew exactly what she meant. She had felt it plenty of times before, and it

always had been the best sleeping experience she could ever have. It was now the time

to find out for herself what it actually was.

"We will need both your hands for this one. Use your index and middle fingers to

slowly open up your pussy lips, and then gradually slide them inside all the way till

you touch your cervix."

"Uhh, it feels really nice, how I slowly expand from the pressure" Samantha moaned.

"Now that you've reached the end, use one thumb to push your clit upwards and

reveal your urethra, and start massaging its entrance with the other."

"Ooh, yes, Natasha!" she sighed, "I can feel the desire starting to build up inside me!

It's like a burning sensation spreading from between my legs towards my whole

body!"

"If you keep doing it that way" Natasha added while urging her to continue, "the

pleasure will keep on building till it's like a raging wave that overcomes you

completely"

"Yes, baby, I can feel it!"

"But, if I press down your clit, and remove your fingers from inside" she guided, "the

rushing wave stops, edging you and making you long for more."

It was as Natasha said. Samantha's rush had ended abruptly, but she couldn't help

but beg her to continue.

"Well, since you didn't want to make a mess" she taunted, "let us go for the sustained

method. I want to make you cum for hours..."

Samantha followed her partner's wishes, and moved as she was taught obediently.

Her pleasure kept on building and building, and the thought of Natasha being the

strict teacher guiding her hand, made her go crazy.

"Gentle and slow down there" Natasha whispered, annoying Sam for a moment.

"Look at my hands, and do the same. Follow your heartbeat, and amplify your

motions."

The edging session went on for 10 long minutes, and when Samantha was starting to

disobey again and trying to give herself an orgasm, Natasha grabbed her hand and

pinned it down with her super strength, all the while growling lowly next to her ear.

"No." she insisted, "Put all your fingers inside and twist them, while massaging your

clit with your other hand. Use a bit of pressure, and never stray away from my

guidance again!"

"Yes, baby!" Samantha agreed as her neurons were going haywire from the pleasure,

"I will do as you say."

She inserted her fingers deep inside her pussy and pressed down on her clit, and in a

giant sudden gush, she came all over the bed, spraying her juices into the air like a

fountain. Her cry of ecstasy filled the room, and her body, after a few short spasms of

orgasmic aftershock, went limp inside Natasha's arms.

"Thank you, Tash" she stammered, " That was amazing"

"What do you mean?" Natasha questioned with a puzzled look on her face. "Since

when did we ever stop at one?"

Samantha gulped expectantly as Natasha grabbed her hand and guided it down her

crotch anew.

"Let's go for five" she continued, while her belly started rumbling.

Noticing this, Samantha smiled and gave her a long kiss, before replying :

"Make it eight. I see that someone might need it as much as I do"