The Countess Lives Twice in the Apocalypse-Chapter 107 - 2.2 (M)

The forest was dark and still, only the slightest rustling of leaves breaking the silence.

The air was thick with the smell of decaying flesh, the scent of rot and decay hanging heavily in the air like the plague.

Every small sound seemed magnified in the darkness, the soft crunch of leaves or the rustle and snap of a twig, every noise threatening.

The thick branches of the trees cast deep shadows across the ground, the moonlight illuminating the dark for a short while before it gets hidden behind the luminescent clouds above.

It was quiet, eerily quiet.

That is until a low and raspy moan permeated in the air, the sound getting muffled.

Jannah shuddered, her eyesight hazy and blurry with her body heating up significantly as the spot between her legs felt good as the second passed by.

What.. What’s happening..? The question lingered for a short moment before she was snapped out of it, her body jolting when she felt a particular movement between her thighs, making her release another sharp gasp.

Jannah shivers at the feeling, instinctively curling away from the ticklish sensation as foreign hands continue to sensually stroke her body, trailing across her fluttering abdomen and giving her stomach an appreciative squeeze before slipping nimbly down between her thighs.

She tensed up and stirred, forcing herself to raise her head and watch a slim figure of a blonde woman, who had positioned herself over Jannah with elegant poise.

Jannah’s head became fuzzy when she saw a beautiful woman between her legs, melting with a mixture of confusion and pleasure.

"Ngh..!" Jannah groaned, the woman’s emerald eyes flickering to meet her red eyes, burying her face further into Jannah’s slobbering entrance.

Jannah knew what was happening.

The woman between her legs was pleasuring her and she was doing it quite aggressively.

Too aggressive to the point Jannah feels as though she was being devoured whole— the messy click of her cunt against the woman’s chin and the slick movements of the woman’s tongue circling on her pearl are enough to push her over the edge.

Jannah’s thighs clamp tightly around the woman’s head as she guides her through her orgasm.

The woman’s nails dig into the plush of Jannah’s thighs as her cunt clenches around nothing, her hips twitching against the woman’s face as she continues sucking on her clit until she sees stars.

"W-wait—" Jannah tried to stop her, but the woman was relentless with her ministration, her tongue flicking her pearl, as if she was desperate to have her come undone, and she did.

Jannah threw her head back, her back arching and her thighs shaking as they loosened around the woman’s head.

The woman’s tongue darts immediately toward her slobbering hole, licking up the tracks of arousal that spill down, her tongue draws looping circles around Jannah’s entrance, slipping down and licking up the stray beads.

Jannah doesn’t know what was happening or how this happened.

All she remembered was telling everyone to go to sleep since they had just arrived at Rye then she went to sleep in the room next to her little sister.

She expected to see the ceiling of the room she slept in, but she woke up in an unfamiliar room with the beautiful woman working her undone.

What’s happening..? Jannah’s thoughts are muddled, her mind clouded from the pleasure she had just received as she lets out quick gasps, her chest heaving up and down.

She felt the woman shift, making her snap out of her daze and glance at the person between her legs, her eyebrows furrowed.

"Hm?" The woman tilted her head, her tongue swiping across her lips, licking the transparent beads and looking like it was the most delicious treat she had tasted, "What’s with that look, my love? Am I bad? I was so sure that you liked how I did it last time."

Among all the words the woman had said, Jannah only catched on two words.

"My love..?" Jannah raised an eyebrow before a crease formed, forcing herself up with her trembling arms as she sat up on the bed, her eyes glancing around to quickly survey her surroundings.

"Yes? Didn’t we make ourselves official two nights ago?" The woman asked, making Jannah turn back to her.

A look of hurt and crestfallen expression can be seen on the woman’s face, "Was that another fluke of yours? Are you playing with my feelings, Jannah?"

What?

The Countess was too stunned to speak, her eyes wide in surprise.

Before Jannah could respond though, the woman had unceremoniously crashed her lips against hers gently.

She couldn’t catch her breath, her lungs stuttering with every half-breath she takes through her nose because the woman has taken hold of her mouth with hers and refuses to let her pull away by placing a firm grip behind her head.

Each of her exhales is shared with one of her own as her lips firmly press against Jannah’s.

Jannah couldn’t help, but let out sinful sounds that she didn’t know she could make and all of those sounds were swallowed by the woman who had successfully pinned her back down to the bed.

The pitiful and embarrassing sounds that escape Jannah and the muffled breathy moans that leave her by the woman slipping her tongue past her lips made Jannah’s mind hazy.

The woman’s hand cups the back of Jannah’s head and further guides her to deepen their languid kisses.

The room is warm and Jannah’s body only gets warmer with the woman’s body pressed against hers, her wandering free hand and lips fueling the heat between Jannah’s legs.

Jannah’s chest is heavy, her heart racing and her thighs squeezing together— all she could do is lay helplessly under the woman’s expert ministrations.

Just how could the woman be so good at kissing? During an outbreak no less?!

However, those questions were quick to be pushed out of Jannah’s mind, the woman’s breath and tongue were hot on her wet lips, making her brain turn into a messy mush once again.

Jannah could feel herself getting aroused even more, her body involuntarily reacting to the deep kisses the woman gave her and she could feel herself losing the rational side of her brain from the way the woman devoured every sound that tried to escape her lips.

If it weren’t for the lack of oxygen, Jannah would be so sure that she will be eaten alive.

The woman pulled away, her cheeks flushed and deep breaths heaving out of her parted lips, her beautiful emerald green eyes narrowed towards Jannah.

"You told me you love me, too, Jannah." The woman said, her cheery and enthusiastic voice from earlier is gone.

"I.." She couldn’t say anything, her brain refused to work.

"You said we’re already lovers." The woman hissed.

"What..? But I don’t.. I can’t.. I don’t even know you!" Jannah stammered out, feeling the heat from her body crawl up to her neck, up to her face, "I just woke up like this! Who are you?!"

The woman’s eyes went wide. "What..?"

".. I don’t know you." Jannah muttered, her eyebrows furrowed as she tried to get away from the woman, not really comfortable in her current position.

"I’m Akane." The woman stated, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion as well, "It’s the name you gave me."

I picked up someone and told them to do.. All these.. Things?! Jannah screamed in her mind, the feeling of shock and disbelief rushing through her body quickly as she pushed the woman off of her.

Just what have I been up to?! Am I drunk or something? The Countess asked no one in particular, her face losing its color.

Though, before she could say anything else, everything faded into black before her eyes snapped open, her body jolting awake as she sat up in bed— gasping, her breaths coming in short, shuddering gasps.

Her body was flushed, her skin warm to the touch with a thin layer of sweat covering her body.

She looked around the room she’s in, her eyes scanning every nook and cranny from her spot, feeling her heart racing and body shaking, only to realize that she was dreaming.

The remnants of her dream still clung to her mind.

She could still feel the heat of the woman’s hands and tongue, her body still trembling with pleasure, the memory of the dream was vivid and intense.

The sensation lingered with the pleasure and the desire coursing through her veins, making her close her eyes tightly and bury her head in her hands, her head hanging low out of shame.

She felt the flush of embarrassment at herself, her cheeks reddening as she realized the nature of her dream. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart and settle her still-racing thoughts.

Was she really that.. Pent up?

Jannah could only wonder, taking a deep breath once more before burying whatever embarrassment she felt in the back of her mind.

Her mind and body felt alive so she knows that she can’t go back to sleep.

Instead, she got off the bed, stretched her limbs, and changed her clothes into something warm and appropriateThe sky was still bright, but she could see a bit of midnight blue peeking through the horizon.

She inhaled the sweet smell of morning air before she left the house and started to run laps around the town, doing her best to forget about that dream.