Smut Relay Part 13 – Reunited by Name Unmentionable

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Continued from Smut Relay Part 12 – The Turning Tide by Brigit Delaney

Ben tried to stay resolute, but Elly’s decades of experience soon got the better of him and he was unable to deny her. There was something about the way she positioned her lips, her tongue, her teeth. He wasn’t the only one who noticed.

Elita watched Elly. The way she expertly glided around the head of his cock before taking him deep into her throat only to hold a moment until he was just on the edge of release. She knew when to add her hands to edge him even further, and she always knew when to back off.

It had been years since Elita had gotten to watch Elly do this, and it was no less enticing.

***

“Elly, I can’t keep going like this. I need to break free of him.”

Elly had seen Elizabeth spiral down, consumed by the need to numb the pain she had experienced. She flew to her side after each suicide attempt, at the same time relieved and devastated each time it was unsuccessful. It was only a matter of time, Elly was sure of it.

Elly stayed with Elizabeth as long as she could each time, and when she needed to get back to her life, she lay awake all-night waiting for the phone to ring. When it did, her heart sank until she realized it was Elizabeth calling to talk, and Elly would spend hours listening to a passed-out Elizabeth breathing on the other end of the phone, convinced that if she hung up, the breathing would stop.

Eventually, the phone calls stopped coming at night and began to come during the day. Elizabeth had found a group to join, and it was what she needed to stay sober. Elly understood – she knew that Elizabeth needed to be accountable to people around her, rather than a sister who lived hours away. Still, learning that Elizabeth couldn’t get everything she needed from Elly stung a little bit. Their conversations turned from survival to revenge.

It was Elly’s idea to marry Richard, the oaf. She knew she needed to tie him down for him to trust her. She knew how to get where she wanted – Elizabeth had trained her well. Much to Elly’s surprise, it was Elizabeth’s idea to finally succeed in her suicide. What in the world would Elly do without Elizabeth by her side? It would be impossible to get through this alone. How would she know what to do next? Who would rejoice at the suffering of these men with her?

“Elita” was Elizabeth’s idea. A little simple, she thought – close enough to “Elizabeth” but far enough away that these foolish men would be stumped by the one letter of difference. The plan was solidified, and the story was told. Elizabeth spiraled downward and eventually died – the old Elizabeth, anyway. In a way, Elly followed right behind her.

***

Elita watched Elly expertly. She was so proud of her, and so thankful that she had been able to lean on her when she was at rock bottom. Although Ben was her father, she had never known him in such a role. He was just another man.

Elita’s focus turned to Richard. He was conscious again and watching Elly. His face was covered in layers of tears, sweat, dirt, and sadness. He looked so pathetic. She watched his face – he surrendered to the reality of the last several days. He deserved this, and he knew it. Elita’s eyes followed his neck down through his chest and stomach, down to his lap. His cock was straining against the front of his pants. Of course it was – he must have known what her mouth was doing to Ben. Her time away from Elly seemed to do wonders for Elly’s talent and focus. She wondered what it had done for her.

She straddled Richard’s hips. As she sat on him, she could feel how firm he really was. She put her hands on either side of his face and ran her fingertips down each of his cheeks. As she lightly touched his nick and throat, she could feel him wince. I’m sure it was painful to have air cut off for so long.

She began to grind her crotch on his lap and could feel his shaft move into position. His breathing became shallow and erratic, and he looked like he was struggling to fight off enjoying the way her warmth felt on him. Her skirts were thin, and she had hiked them up to position herself on top of him. She was beginning to grow wet and her grinding went deeper. He reached for her waist and her hand flew across his face. He would not control her this time.

She lifted off him just slightly to release the pressure and looked at him silently. He was stunned by the force of her hand against his face, and he recoiled like a child who had been scolded. When she was certain he knew his place in this, she lowered herself back on top of him. She thought about pulling his cock out of his pants and using him to her satisfaction, but she decided that this was going to be only for her. She would use the pressure she created to satisfy herself and that would be that.

Elly noticed what was happening. Finally, she and her sister were back – thick as thieves and stronger than before. Each was the only person the other had ever been able to count on. They preyed on their captors, reveling in the plan that was finally coming to fruition.

To be continued… Smut Relay Part 14 by Mindofamour

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A female erotica enjoyer from the mid-Atlantic United States. Mom of two. Wife of one. Pronouns: she/her
Blog: the devil’s in the details
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One comment

  1. Ahhh yes, I like the way this has come round to getting revenge on Richard again, with a ‘Dallas’ style reprive for Elizabeth as Elita – very cunning! I feel the erotic tension building, looking forward to the next part.

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