Off the Point

the light

by xangoh

Tags: #cw:noncon #f/f #f/m #sub:female #brainwashing #conspiracy #tech_control #unlikely_to_finish

With a nod to trilby else's Xenophilia.

Celia had wandered by herself a ways down the empty, undulant beachfront. She could kind of still see that weird light at the edge of her vision, or maybe her eyes were just trying to see it. Either way, it made her keep losing track. Then she came around a bend and saw a girl alone out in the water. The girl was on a kind of rock shelf in a small cove, sitting there amid the swell, oblivious, facing halfway away from Celia, slumped forward a little with her arms draped across her thighs. The Point was just visible beyond the bend of the sea wall. That’s where the girl was staring off to. She sat on the rock like a statue of a girl on a rock and gazed into space and the tide lapped around her ankles.

She was a slender girl, pale, brunette, naked except for a red scrunchie in her hair. Celia was naked. They all were, back there wherever she’d come from. All her crew. She remembered them all taking their clothes off together. After the light happened. She wondered if that had something to do with it.

The girl wasn’t that far out. Celia was wading out to her before she knew she was doing it. When she got up to the shelf she saw there was only space for her to sit if she sort of knelt astraddle the girl’s lap. Naturally when she did that their arms went around each other, the girl hugging her close at the waist, and their heads fell together and after that they were kissing. It was just what made sense to do. The kissing was very soft and very comforting. Celia was just the right height that her mouth fit over her girlfriend’s perfectly. She wondered vaguely why she’d never made out like this with a girl before. For a while they stayed delicate with each other, but when the brunette reached down to tease her slit Celia had to lift up a little, and at that angle the kissing became deeper and more intense. She never wanted it to stop. When she came she was sucking at the girl’s tongue like it was a cock.

The tide was rising. The water was only a little below the girl’s knees now. They came in together hand in hand and walked up to a dry part of the beach and the brunette stretched out on her back in the sand. Neither of them said anything. Celia dropped on all fours and crawled between the girl’s legs and started eating her out. She did it the only way she could think of, lavishing the pussy with her lips and her tongue just like she had the girl’s mouth. The brunette started heaving when she got near orgasm, and Celia loved how powerful she felt forcing the girl’s thighs down and apart so she could keep riding her to the finish.

After that they had to rest. Celia made the big spoon. The sand that was stuck to the brunette's back scratched her nipples and made them feel sparky.

Some time later she heard some people come up. She didn’t pay any attention. Her face was buried in the girl’s hair and she was high on the scent of the sun and the salt in it. There wasn’t room in her head for anything else.

Then Celia was on her back. They both were. The day seemed to be waning. Someone was shining a light in her eyes and they had questions for her, a whole series of them. She answered them patiently, one after another, and felt confident she was being very cooperative and very helpful. She was sure they were pleased with her. What any of it was about she couldn’t have said though. Then they were done with questions. It was quiet for a bit, and Celia noticed there were stars out, a few bright early ones. She felt the soft pressure of the brunette’s hand clasping hers. A male voice over her head said These and then there were arms reaching down to grasp her arms and she let herself be pulled up by them onto her feet.

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