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“Already had them around your head,” Brook pointed out.

Aisling’s tail flicked backwards, the base lifting against Brook’s crotch so she couldn’t help but rub herself against it experimentally. Though pleasuring a partner was certainly not the intended purpose of the ridges, they certainly had bonus utility in that department.

A sudden sting bloomed on Brook’s ass cheek down low, and she glance over her shoulder to see the spaded tip of Aisling’s tail waving fitfully.

Brook laughed again. “Did you just tail-whip me?”

“Yes. Did you like it?” Aisling lifted her ass again.

“I really did.” Brook angled her hips to rub off on her tail again. “Mmm, how can I still be horny after you ate my pussy half the night?”

The tip of Aisling’s tail dragged softly down Brook’s ass crack, then flicked at her cheek again, leaving another little sting.

“Fuck.” Brook muttered into Aisling’s wild hair. “You’ve done this before.”

The spade pressed into the small of Brook’s back, then slowly, slowly, pushed into the split of her ass and down… down…

Brook buried her face in Aisling’s neck and kissed it, tightened her arm around Aisling’s middle and ran the pad of her thumb over her nipple until it hardened. Lost herself in the sleepy sensations of Aisling’s delicious body, the light caress of her tail down Brook’s back, then winding around her thigh, then tickling her ass crack.

She came with a huff and a groan, riding Aisling’s tail, leaving it wet and hot and a little bit sticky. She kept her leg wrapped around Aisling, and Aisling’s tail curled around her calf again. Tight.

“Can I stay like this awhile?” Brook asked.

“As long as you like,” Aisling whispered.

But a few hours later, Brook woke to Aisling stirring beneath her. Still half asleep, Brook asked, “Ready to go again already?”

Aisling chuckled as she disentangled them. “I have to go do the fillings for today. And the Innovation Awards are coming, so I want some spare time to tinker with the oven tonight.”

Brook sat up, rubbing her eyes. Oof, a little chafed between the legs, but otherwise she felt great. “I can help. You can work on things all day; I’ll run the counter.”

Aisling turned her back and pulled up her smalls. Her tail swung wildly until the shorts were all the way up, then curled in on itself and poked through the slit in the back. Aisling’s backside deserved much, much better than boxy linen; she should be wearing the finest tailored lingerie, with a body like that. Though she was still half-asleep, Brook experienced an intense urge to crawl over to her and tug the shorts back down, then lick her way from the tail all the way down Aisling’s crack.

But Aisling threw on her shirt briskly, then grabbed for her skirt. “You can stay as long as you like. I can manage today. Thank you again for yesterday, really.”

“Thank you for…?” Brook sat up in bed, letting the blanket drop.

Aisling stared for a moment, mouth open. As if she hadn’t had her hands and mouth all over Brook’s tits last night. Then she gave herself a little shake and pulled on the skirt, tail lashing again. “For the help yesterday. And for—everything.”

“Are you thanking me for sex?” Brook asked with a snort.

“It was very good,” Aisling reasoned.

Brook laughed. “Thanks. I think.”

“See you later?” Aisling straightened her shirt, grabbed her belt, and then started barefoot for the door.

“Wait! Why the hurry?” Brook didn’t love the needy, high note that crept into her voice. The bed felt cold, and she didn’t want to stay in it by herself.

“I need to shower.” Aisling smiled faintly. “Everything’s… wet, still.”

Brook couldn’t help looking a little smug.

Aisling laughed, that time. “So, see you later?”

Vaguely confused but too half-awake to argue, Brook just nodded. “See you later.”

Brook made her way back through the market quickly, rumpled and sticky as she was. She paused for a cup of invigorating tea at a stall just past the paddocks, then craned her neck to look for Aisling when she passed her stall. It was still shut up tight—no doubt Aisling was in there chopping veg for her award-winning Copperford pie. Or maybe rolling out the cold dough for the crusts. Brook liked to snag the bits she trimmed off to make them perfect and eat them as little snacks.