The Island p. 2

 (t.w intoxication, manipulation, drug suggestion, f/f sex) 

Olivia brushed the the sleep from her eyes, rolling into the soft bedding she lay on. But where was she? Her eyes shot open to survey the unfamiliar room. She found herself on top of a stack of mattresses, in what appeared to be an aged palatial dining room. Cracked and peeling wallpaper blushed roses onto the walls, while partially-corroded mirrors twisted light across the floorboards. She scoped the room for an exit, and prepared to clamber down her pillowy perch. As her feet hit the floor, the central door burst open, revealing the figure of Circe dressed in  white. 

“Oh thank the gods you’re awake! I thought you were comatosed!” spoke the alluring hostess. 

The events of the previous day spilled over Olivia, and she found herself speechless, and simply nodded in response

“I’m so glad you’re ok, would you like to take a tour of the island with me?” beamed Circe, to a now enthused Olivia. 

“What’s the island even called, first of all?” she asked, as Circe gently wrapped her hand around her wrist. 

“Oh it won’t show up on maps, since it’s so very small, but we tend to call it Aea,” she spoke, her voice familiar and soothing.

Olivia relaxed into the grip on her wrist and allowed the islander to guide her. 

The day slipped by in a haze of sunbeams spreading through Circe’s white drapery, and the beautiful scent slipping from the local forest. Though the island was limited in terms of space, it compensated with an intense density of features. With her head still spinning from the torrent of historical and geographical “fun” facts, Olivia was more than happy to return to the ramshackle palace.

“Are you ready for dinner?” enquired Circe. 

“Don’t we have to  make it first?” spoke a confused Olivia, having not seen a single other soul on the island. 

Circe giggled as she pushed the dining room doors open, revealing a lavishly prepared meal. And a Lot of wine. 

Olivia furrowed her brow, “Wh-” 

“I had it made for us! Take a seat.” 

Taking the seat opposite Circe on the long oval table, Olivia found the hunger of the last day rush upon her at once. Once she had her initial fill, Circe passed over a large glass of red wine. Candlelight spread through the liquid, casting warm shadows across the table. The wine tasted of that warmth, easily slipping down Olivia's throat. She found herself warm all over remarkably quickly, and a dizzy fog spilled into her mind. 

“Isn't the wine absolutely beautiful?” spoke Circe, her voice regaining it's smooth and slippy quality as she poured Olivia another glass. The evening became laden with heat and dizzy fog, as the two girl's legs edged closer together. Olivia barely noticed, the red haired woman moving closer and closer to her side of the table. 

Her feet slid across Olivia's calves, as her arms wrap around her back. She felt soft lips press into her cheek, and hands brushing over her skin. With a wine buzz filling her mind, Olivia let herself melt into the pleasure of touch. A quiet giggle slipped through the air, as touch grew more and more intense. They were kissing as time slid between the candle flickers. She found herself in Circe's bed, a hand running through her hair, another slipping between her legs. Soft kisses up and down her neck permeated through the fog that was fully descending over her mind. She found herself limping lying on the bed, awash with pleasure and wine as Circe's fingers flicked over her clit. Through the torrent of pleasure pulses, rippling through her limbs, she managed to catch a glance of Circe.

She looked radiant, but dangerous. Candlelight bouncing through her red curls, dulled in comparison to the fire in her eyes.  She pushed her fingers deep into Olivia's pussy, and licked up her jawline to her ear. Her smooth voice spilled into Olivia's mind, cooing about how good she looked. 

“ Oh darling you look positively fucked out”, giggled Circe, increasing the pace of her dexterous fingers.

“Are you ready to cum for me?”, she pinned Olivia down by the chest and pushed her fingers in and out of Olivia's pussy at maximum speed. 

Olivia could merely frantically nod through her moans, and with a squeak, let the orgasm ravage through her.

With a heavy haze of bliss and candlelight, Olivia slipped from consciousness. Her final sight before darkness overcame her was the silhouette of a female figure looming behind Circe’'s shoulder.