Although her own lust and desire had been fulfilled, as Clarice presses her lips against the woman's once more, she couldn't help but moan softly into them. Their tender touch made her desire to bring them into a soft embrace of pleasure.

Her hands move more firmly to cease any ticklish sensations, but soft enough for sensitive feelings to continue. Her hair sprawled all over her back as she kisses the mystic, it sways slightly, hanging by her sides as she completely gets ontop of the woman. Her breasts remain hanging, not giving the woman any chance for stimulation. Not yet...

Slowly her lips ease off of her's, planting a trail of kisses down her jaw line, neck, and collar bone before rising back up to her supply throat. It was vengeful, but not in the sense of taking it roughly and firm. She was soft in her kiss, licking that tender tissue she had done to her moments ago. She even goes so far as to nibbling on the tender flesh, just out of curiosity for what reaction her lover may bring.

She was always cute when she blushed, the embarrassment and surprise it brought completely contradicted her dark hair and pale complection. But it seemed so alluring to see those cheeks redden. She couldn't explain why, but it was as if she could feel the heat exuding from them, as well as Kanoe's feelings that was always easy to read like a book.

A hand seems to steer off course and runs circles over the woman's stomach she was making love to. Soft yet firm, it ran larger then smaller patterns over her skin. Her eyes had closed a while ago, leaving the with below her little then an assumption for what she was thinking or feeling. Eyes could say so much more then words. To block them off would leave her guessing and anxious to know. Such power from one little action gave her pride the flare it so desired.

The other hand that had trailed up and down her sides moves to her shoulder. Her thumb works steadily in bringing out knots of stress or worries. Her fingers begin to follow on the other side, kneading and rubbing the flesh tenderly to ease Kanoe into relaxing more. Her small gestures would only pile up until she could move on with the slowly aroused woman. She would take her time in pleasing her, to give her the best of her love making on this special day. Whether Kanoe realized it or not...it was special to Claire as well.

Strands of long black hair stick to her glistening pale form, giving her a striped wilder appearance. Such a look was quickly being tamed by the woman's advances. The tickling sensation became more of a warm tingling as the hands stroke over her creamy skin. A soft sigh leaves her inviting lips as a second kiss takes over her thoughts. Her eyes drift and could not help but linger at the sight of two firm orbs swaying before her vision. Thoughts of taking those rock hard tits into her mouth again was replaced with a fluttering trail of kisses along her neck. Mmm, it felt good to have so much attention. Her head tilts, exposing her throat for easier access.

Clarice did not hesitate as the woman returns to her neck, the kisses searching for that one sweet spot. The witch could feel those lips and tongue getting closer and closer to the mark until... A warmth flows up neck, clouding her mind in pure sensation. Kanoe gasps out loud, unable to contain herself. Fingers dig into her lover's back as the kissing and licks continue. Figuring the woman was going to try out the things she made her lover experience, she was in complete shock as teeth lightly sink into the bundle of nerves. They did not break skin but they did not need to as her fingers slowly relax. A low groan leaves Kanoe's lips as she felt her muscles become putty. If there were any butterflies left in her stomach, they would have burst into flames as sensations run from her neck all the way down her spine.

The witch looks up at the woman only to find her eyes have closed. She did not know what to think in her hazed mind. Those hands began to stroke and gnead her stomach and shoulder. After making love in bed with this woman, it did not take much at all to melt the tension from her body. Kanoe moans faintly as she lets her arms just hang loosely around the woman's waist. Her cheeks remained a soft pink as her own eyes close. Being so uptight and tense all the time had a tendency to catch up with her. Her body needed to relax so badly. She could feel it betraying her but she certainly did not curse Claire's loving touch.

The only thing she could feel was Kanoe's rapidly growing pulse and heart beat. To know she caused such a reaction sent wild waves through her entire body. Even though she was a child at heart sometimes around this woman, she never truly realized how much the dark witch craved attention and affection. Her cold ways, her sarcasm, even her icy stares were just to stop people from getting too close. It boosted her own ego to know she was given such an honor of being allowed into her heart.

Not wanting to dissapoint, Claire pushes all deep thoughts aside. She only needed to focus on the here and now. Kanoe, her love...needed some heart-filled affection. The hand on her now relaxed shoulder runs down slowly, making a bee-line towards one of her pouting breasts. But it turns to running only a few centimeters off of the tender flesh, teasing the skin around it. Eyes still closed, she could almost map out the entire woman's body without looking. Feeling soft vibrant sounds of moans teasing her lips, she immediatly understood her love was getting hot.

Slowly, her eyes open halfway to look at closed ones. Pity...how the woman would never know how she truly felt unless she voiced it. That was one flaw in her power to read emotions. She never was given the gift of surprise when her lover spoke what she felt. Eyes close once more, slightly hurt at such a fate she would have to deal with. Her woman was lucky...so lucky...not to have such a cursed gift.

Her stomach was left for the moment, digits making their way to the woman's head. Her head also went up to reuinite their lips. Gentle as they possibly could, her hand brushes the few strands of hair that had stuck to her forehead with sweat. Still holding the kiss, her tongue works both into the back of the dark witch's throat, ever blinded by love and desire to please the woman. Not certain whether her eyes would open upon feeling a hand carressing her cheek, her eyes soften greatly to her flushed complection.

Emerald eyes sparkle with life, mxed with many emotions the young mystic could see clearly. It was to say she was letting her love look into her heart, her soul. She cared so much for Kanoe. More then she'll ever know. Her soft eyes give off the warmth of a truely happy smile. Even if the mystic was selfish in her ways to gain power, nothing really mattered when she stared into those blue orbs.

Inhaling sharply, the woman's fingers found where the sensitive orbs began. She tenses briefly only to be teased once more as the hand glides just out of reach. The sensation was like dozens of tiny spider legs running around the border or her breast. Kanoe lets out the deep breath as a soft sigh. Already, heated blood was returning to the firming orbs showing her growing arousal.

The gentle touch to her cheek, brings her eyes half open. Nearly everyone was pushed away from the dark witch's cold demeanor. But, this one not only did Clarice move closer, she invaded Kanoe's heart. Someone who possibly understood her better than anyone and shared a similar desire for knowledge and magic. This was a woman worth all her love. Thoughts of this woman's mental ability did not even register in her head. She simply felt amazed how Clarice reacts so well to her feelings and needs. A kiss ends her own thoughts, leaving only the pure emotions she felt for her lover. The witch did not resist as that warm tongue she has learned to enjoy made itself home against the back of her throat.

Their eyes met as the kiss was held. She could almost feel Claire's love adding to her own, smothering beneathe layers of heat and passion. A groan vibrates from her throat as her fingers grip a bit tighter onto the woman's back. She could not understand why someone as pure as this woman before her would choose a witch who walks in the darkness. Kanoe was not prepared to be loved but here this woman is. She could not ask for a better companion to share her life with.

As high and respective Kanoe found her, Clarice knew she was naive and innocent in the dark arts. She never believed in following the traditional, sterotyped magic witches were known for. But this woman's walking in the path, she knew it would be hard for her. But she would be there beside her, willing to go down the depths of darkness with her. She craved for the mystic's happiness. Her smiles, and laughs...she wanted the woman to be in pure happiness in her company. She cared not if the road was filled with dangerous traps. She would fight through them along side her...her Kanoe...

Eyes meet and it seems to spark something deep within Claire. The spark could almost be seen shooting across her eyes. She felt the deep passion within the woman and it made her shiver with delight. As slow as she could be, her fingers finally run traces around the outer part of her breast. While the other hand busied itself with carressing her cheek still, her other took care in rousing the mound to harden without fully touching its most sensitive areas.

How long she could keep teasing the witch below her was a mystery. Just to see her expression slowly turn to pleasure made her wet again. Her tongue was heated in wrapping around the other, rubbing it as best as she could and seemed to halfway around her mouth as if it was visiting a house for the first time.

Sparkling eyes continued to stare into her's, unable to look away from their beautiful color as she continues to pelasure the woman. Her thumb seems to be the only digit rubbing her soft cheek, making outlines of the bone again and again. Her own bangs hung freely, but did not at all obscure their view from eachother. She felt the groan deep within the witch's throat. She was becoming aroused quickly. Happy that she wasn't dissapointing the woman's sensations, her circling of the outer portion of her right breast increased in rhythm and firmness. To possibly even speak a word of how she felt to Kanoe was more then impossible. Not even her actions were showing how much love she had.

She would try her best to be there for Kanoe in time of need or jsut want. But she was human, she would make mistakes. But even so, she would apologize with affection and trust. Even though the woman below her knew little about her like any other person she casually chatted to, the time would come to share.

Kanoe's feelings were obviously not a problem to understand. Sometimes she felt like she was cheating, being able to take ful advantage and not have to second guess if her feelings were truthful or not. But that was a aprt of her, that was Claire to understand people's feelings. She surprised quite a few people she met on how insightful she was. But she tried...so very hard not to appear as if she was so knowing of Kanoe's feelings to her. She happened to like it when her lvoer forgot she had such a power.

The slow movements force her thoughts to focus on the methodical touches of her love. Claire's fingertips left a pleasant trail of warmth behind as they continue to gently stimulate her sensitive chest. Her hands began to slowly rub over the woman's back, returning the signs of affection and love being shown to her. Still lost in each others eyes, the woman would not see the hardening of her nipples as they become filled with her heated blood. Kanoe's eyes remain half lidded as her lover strokes her cheek soothingly. She lets her body continue to relax and give into the tension she held for weeks on end.

Slowly her eyes close once more as her tongue rubs slowly along Claire's. The witch begins to return the deep kisses to her lover. Her hands graze just along the woman's sides as the two embrace each other. The gentle tease slowly returns to the mystic's back, rubbing the smooth skin of her love's back. The woman was so gentle to her. Her body was so relaxed that she wanted nothing more to be in her lover's arms. All worries and sorrows she had collected from her time on the island seemed to not matter anymore. All that matters was here and now.

She saw the comfort and relaxtion soothing Kanoe's body. It pleased her and made her feel comforted that the woman could let go of her troubles while she was in her grasp. She wanted to protect this woman from the monsters ravaging the island. She wanted to do everything in her power to keep her from hurt. But she knew and fully understood..she wasn't strong enough. Not yet, but she would be for both of their sakes. She also had to remember her lover's own power. It made her think and wonder what would happen if they both struck a monster at once, what kind'ave power come of it?

Affectionatly, her hand finally grasps the mound of flesh firmly, rocking it back and forth to stimulate her love. Her eyes sparkled with mixed emotions before the darkw itch, not fully understanding how she could feel four different emotions at once. But she cared little of it and focused on the task to bring the girl to bliss. Her tongue still plays with her's, wrapping and flicking over the other inside Kanoe's mouth. Her hand kneaded tender flesh harder and harder to keep furthering the pleasure. She remembered well of stories of how human females intercoursed with demons to initiate themselves as witches. And yet here the two of them were, both human and certainly capable of things normal females couldn't accomplish. It made her see how special their relationship was.

Allowing some breath to return to the woman, she parts slowly from her lips, drawing her head down to her neck once more. She wanted to hear the gasps and moans inside come forth.

"...I wish happiness for you..."

Kanoe gasps into the woman's mouth as Claire's fingers take a hold of her well aroused chest. Her back arches slightly, grinding the firm orb into her lover's hand. The witch always had overly sensitive breasts which monsters took full advantage of but, feeling the fingers of Clarice made her reconsider her so called cursed body. It felt wonderful, sending pleasing warmth through the engorged mound and into her chest. The witch's tongue was fully defeated, weakly squirming against the dominating woman. Her body seemed to move on it's own accord as each hard rub and squeeze causes her body to arch into the groping hand, offering it to the woman who pleased her so. The firm breast throbs against Claire's fingers, hot blood filling the sensitive flesh and hardening nipples.

Her head turns side to side as if trying to free herself of the deep dominating embrace. A low moan escapes the witch's lips as Claire finally breaks the kiss. The woman's warm breaths caress along her neck as she turns head away from her. Her breathing was growing heavier, almost panting as she continues to gasp in pleasure. Everytime a stray finger caresses across her nipple, her body would jolt ever so slightly as tension began to build within her being. Kanoe was never one to rely on another for help or protection. But, since finding this mystic, she found herself more willing to share some of her pains opening herself more and more to this lovely woman.

"Mmm...and you my love," She coos softly in pleasure.

She couldn't help but smile while fervently licking her neck. Her lover said little words, but they always got straight to the point. And yet they always made her blush deeply, even now in this moment moment her cheeks redden. Her hand grips and relaxes itself while holding her breast. Finally, it finds that small button on the peak and gently grazes her hand over it, palm and all. It returns shortly after and tweaks it softly and gently at first. The it becomes harder as she lifts it from its perch only to let go and feel it return to its normal position and shape.

"...ah, but I have the power to send you to that point first,"she murmurs and coos herself. Which in their current position was more or less true. Had it been just moments ago...

Her hand leaves her cheek and slides itself to Kanoe's other breast. So lonely it must feel. Quick to catch up to its other rivaled hand, it works into her orbs without touching that little nipple just yet. She always did enjoy teasing the woman's senses and compeltely obliterate rational thinking she might have. It was all in good fun, pity it wouldn't last forever. She could only sigh into her throat, knowing she would have to make due with the time she had. Her other hand persistantly tweaks and twirls the breasts peak now. A few times with a tweak and pull to firmly grasping the hot mounds and rolling them in every direction. She just couldn't resist their soft touch for to long.

Kanoe smirks slyly up at the woman. Her phrase made her love hesitate. Mmm, it felt good to have the woman tense up like that. The moment of weakness was brief as her hot peaks were tweaked. At first, her body merely twitches from the pleasing shock that her nipples gave as it slowly stands at attention to Claire's touch. But, the touches continue, becoming harder and firmer until they finally pinch and pull the lovely nub outwards.

"A-Ahh!"

Her body arches as the tit was pulled. Hot blood pumps throughout her quivering chest as the rock hard nipples throbs in Claire's fingertips. Then it was over. A gasp of pleasure escapes the witch as the peak was released, the firm orb bouncing before her lover's eyes before coming to rest. It was her turn once more to blush at Claire's cooed words. Kanoe had no time to speak up as her other sensitive mound was taken. Those fingers quickly stroke the flames within her chest, causing the rest of the world to dull and slow down. She begins to squirm beneathe the woman as her lovely orbs quickly firm and swell with her growing arousal. They throb with her heartbeats, filling them with more and more heated blood. Her eyes flutter as her head rolls side to side, trying to keep her senses. But, her mind was searing at the waves of pleasure rolling through her chest and rippling through her body. Clarice had taken full advantage of her weak point. The young witch could feel the ripples of pleasure tingling between her thighs as they rub together.

"Don't tell me your fit for taking are you? Heh...always so quick to be plunged into when your around me, eh?" she asks, not really expectign an answer as she continues to abuse her neck with nibbles and licks.

Her hands pinch the nipple firmly, but not to much to cause drastic pain, but just to let her know who's boss right now. Her squirming was becoming a nuissance and it was practically the only way for her to stop her thrashing so much. She didn't mind if she squirmed beneath ehr, but this was slightly overdoing it. She slides her head up to cease her head thrashing, almost giggling as she holds the kiss for a few moments. The hand that had been working on her breast the longest began to slide down and rub inbetween the spot where her stomach and pevlic area met.

Such a hint for her to know where this was going only made her grin slyly.

"Your just too much, Kanoe. But I love the way...how you seem so eager..."

Oh this woman knew just how to give her a cruel slap to her pride sometimes. But, the many surprises from her ever willful lover only made her all the more desirable. Kanoe nearly squeaks as her nipples were pinched. It was not painful but it did send a shock to her system. She kept making little noises as the pinches continue. After a bit she found it to be a form of punishment for resisting and slowly her struggles lessen. Of course this led to a much deeper crimson shade to the witch's cheeks.

Clarice seals her victory with a kiss as Kanoe could only gaze into those eyes of hers. Her heart began pounding hard against her chest in anticipation as lithe fingers glide down her stomach towards her panties. The undergarment was completely soaked in her juices and as those fingers found her fluids, her blush deepens further. Biting her lip, the witch turns her gaze away. She wanted it so bad but she was not about to speak up. Her toes curl slowly as her legs began to spread ever so slightly.

Watching Kanoe turn her head made her give a slight pout, but it quickly fades. Her head comes to rest on her temple, being gentle with it and nudge her head into her's to get her attention.

"Still don't think I'm dark in my ways sometimes?" she asks softly, her tongue grazing the side of her cheek with affection. She fully accepted how their relationship was going to be. It mattered little as long as the two of them were happy. She knew she was still naive, but there was no reason she could't act liek she knew something of dark magic.

Her fingers teased her further by walking on two digits, getting ever closer to her wet folds. Slowly to just drive the woman crazy, two digits lifted the strap of her soaked panties in slow motion. So much fun it truly was. Finally after what seemed like minutes, her hand slips in to greet wet nectar that lubricated every part of her hand.

She smirks at this. The womanw s just craving attention, wasn't she? Her middle finger gently glides up and down her slit, but doesn't even slip between her puckered folds. Time to arouse that little love button from hiding.

"Oh Kanoe..." she coos softly, giving her voice the hint of what sounded like she already knew how wet she was.

Her futile resistance only left her more and more in the hands of her lover. Claire's voice teasing her causes her to gasp softly. The soft whispers send a warming tingle through her brain. This woman was truly amazing. Was it being in her presense all the time that was making Clarice open up like this? Or was there really something hidden behind that pure visage she had found alluring?

Kanoe turns her head to meet the woman's gaze as those fingers find her soaked folds. No matter how strong or cold she made herself appear, she was still a woman. And all this had left her dripping with need. But, that sly little smirk ensured that no heat was ever going to leave the witch's cheeks. Just as she thought it was going to happen, it turned to a tease as Claire's finger tip runs up and down her slit. Gentle waves of sensation run through her loins making her thighs spread just a bit further, juices glistening her inner thighs.

"I could ask for no better gift than to be in your bed," Kanoe whispers, planting a soft nip to Claire's lower lip.

There were many hidden things in Claire's mind Kanoe would never know of. It wasn't that she wouldn't want to open up fully, she just felt like she couldn't. And it wasn't because she didn't trust the woman below her, it was because she was afraid to hurt her so.

She denies herself the chance to rethink it over and listens to her small words of poetry. She snickers, wanting tot aunt the woman but decides against it. She wasn't sure whether tot ell the woman this was her bed and not her's might've made her blush in humiliation. She wouldn't call her out like some monstrous students would...or teachers. Refferring to their teacher in Anatomy Class of course.

Senseing Kanoe's expectancy, she decides to makes quick work of destroying her assumptions by opening her slit and closing it sicne she had just started on teasing her pussy. She chuckles softly and places a few kisses to ehr cheek.

"That better be so, because if I found out there's another woman making the moves on you, I'm going to set fire to her. Okay?" she teases, chirping at the last wordw when the rest had been more serious. Truth be told, she wouldn't be sure if a girl was actually putting the moves on her what she would do. She wouldn't stand there dumbly which left only two options: 1. Running away in tears, or 2. ...kicking some schoolgirl ass.