Sweet Seduction

The love-making is here. :)

Shannen turner - Thank you for reviewing! I'm glad you like the story. Let me know if I did well with this yummyness. :D

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Fast, shallow breaths were slipping from my mouth. 'I shouldn't have done that, I shouldn't have done that, I shouldn't have done that,' I was thinking rapidly. 'But she tastes so good. The saltiness from the rain, and the sugary-sweetness from her honey-scented body lotion...' Her finger lingered on my lips, almost daring me to kiss it again. Prue's smile was teasing and innocent, but she knew exactly what she was doing. I moaned quietly, aching to taste her. "Prue..."

She removed her finger, slowly pulling it down to the bed; my lips attempted to follow it but I didn't want to embarrass myself anymore than I already had. Confidently, she leaned forward and, tenderly, placed her soft lips upon mine. I closed my eyes and moaned again. My hands, subconsciously, roamed onto her shoulders and I leapt onto her, my bum placed on her thighs. Prue slightly gasped into my mouth, yet she didn't object, but I realized I shouldn't have been pushing this so quickly. I pulled away, unfortunately, and climbed off of her, feeling ashamed. "I-I-I'm sorry, I should-shouldn't have done that," I apologized meekly.

Licking her lips with her tongue, Prue smirked. "You know, you apologize way too much," she replied and slinked toward me.

Wetness was slipping onto my underwear - I was becoming so wet. Before she reached me, I said, "No, Prue, wait." She stopped dead in her tracks, slightly alarmed. "I don't-- I can't-- Oh, I'm so confused," I mumbled, looking away.

"What is it? Are we moving too fast?" she asked nicely.

"I just feel like... this isn't how it's supposed to be. I... care about you... a lot," I said softly, "And after what happened with Belth-- Cole, I don't want to get hurt again."

"First of all, don't compare me to Cole. Ever." I smiled pathetically, still keeping my eyes off her. "And you don't have to worry, because I'm not going to hurt you, okay? I swear to you. You don't deserve to be hurt anymore, Delilah. I love--"

No, you don't. Quickly, my head jolted to hers, worry and anger flushing my face.

Prue tried to grab my hand, but I pulled away. "Delilah--"

"No. I'm tired of it. I'm tired of people saying that they love me or care about me, okay? No one does!" The rage was building inside of me along with the tears filling my eyes. My breathing was quickening even more. "No one cares, Prue. They only say that to have another piece of me. Another shot to get inside me. Why would they even want me? I'm tainted, obscene, scarred!"

I wanted to cry, but I was too angry. The words felt like acid shooting from my mouth, my mouth stinging after every syllable. "You want to know what I think?" Prue spoke calmly and kept her eyes on me.

Exhaling shakily, I asked quietly, "What?"

"I think that you're stunning, in more ways than one. You've survived hell. I admire you for being so brave and strong. The Source will pay for the ways that he's tortured you. My sisters and I will vanquish him, I swear. And, Delilah, how can you even say those things about yourself? You're--"

"A slut, whore, piece of trash?" I offered heatedly.

"No," she said, "You're beautiful."

Scoffing disbelievingly, I replied, "No, I'm not."

"Yes," she objected, "You are. And, honestly, I think... I'm falling in love with you."

"Stop, don't--"

But before I could finish, her lips were against mine, kissing me sweetly. I moaned softly, enjoying the taste again. Her tongue poked at my closed lips, and I immediately allowed her inside. Her sweet, pink organ explored the inside of my mouth, barely missing an inch of my flesh. The heat of rage had faded from my face, and all I could do was try to remember to breathe. She was probing every inch of my mouth, caressing my gums and tongue with her own. After long seconds, she pulled away, leaving me breathless. "Do you want me to stop now?" she asked flirtingly.

It took a moment to stop my head from spinning. Once it quit, I couldn't help but smile. "Of course I don't want you to. But--"

"Delilah, don't object to me loving you. Honestly, have you ever felt loved by the person that you were making love with?" she asked.

"'Making love with?'" I said with a scoff. "'Love' doesn't have anything to do with what goes on down there; demons don't love."

She nodded. "So I take it you don't know what it feels like?"

"N-no," I replied tensely, "I guess I don't."

"Well then," she said, beaming, "Let me show you." She grew closer, her face centimeters from mine, her hot breath along my jaw. "I'll be gentle, okay?" she offered soothingly, allowing me to relax a bit. Her mouth kissed along my jawline up to my ear, and she nibbled faintly. My eyes were rolling back again, lost in ecstasy. I moaned approvingly as her tongue slithered along my earlobe and back down my jaw to my neck. Prue's mouth sucked at the veins in my neck, making me moan. She was doing it so expertly and knew exactly where to please me.

Her fingers traced down my sides to the hem of my black t-shirt as she continued to suckle my neck. Before lifting up the article of clothing, she looked at me seriously. The confidence was turning into wariness on her face. Her mouth opened to ask me something, but I smiled and reassured her, "It's okay."

The bold smile returned as she slowly lifted the damp cloth over my head, revealing my bare chest. Flushing a deep shade of red, I mumbled, "I'm not allowed to wear a bra..."

Noticing my deep blush, she kissed me passionately. "Don't be embarrassed, sweetie," she replied when she pulled away, "Remember? You're beautiful."

Still a dark red, I leaned back onto the bed, pressing my cold, exposed back onto the blanket. Prue crawled over me, careful not to hurt me in the process. She placed her gentle mouth on the space just below my neck and retreated downward, still rather slowly, barely missing an inch of my slightly sodden skin. I couldn't deny how wonderful it felt to know that she wasn't doing this just to pleasure herself; she was doing it for me.

Her mouth had wandered over to my breasts. Much to the dissatisfaction of the sex-crazed demons, my breasts were small, about teacup-sized. I guessed that they enjoyed more flesh to squeeze and torment during their stay with me, for they usually gripped my mounds roughly, hoping that they'd suddenly grow bigger.

Astonishingly, my face flushed even more when I noticed there were purplish grip marks that were imprinted along my breasts and around my nipples. Prue noticed them as well and lightly grazed over them with her fingers. The cherry-red color was leaving my face as she gingerly caressed my injured chest. "Prue..." I breathed and whimpered lustfully.

Prue's fingers stopped. "Does it hurt? Am I hurting you?" she asked nervously.

"Mm.. not at all," I said softly, attempting to smile but I felt so self-conscious about my body in front of her.

"What is it?" she asked, eyeing me earnestly.

"I-I--" I stuttered, my chest rising and falling a bit quicker now. She was on top of me, awaiting my answer. I could see the curving of her breasts under her shirt, and a small raindrop had been traveling down from her hair down her collar bone to her bosom. I opened my mouth, silently wishing I could catch it, but closed it quickly, biting down on my bottom lip. Her face hadn't changed; she was still very curious. "I feel... ashamed," I blurted out quietly.

"Ashamed?" she asked, looking aghast. A smile curved across her lips, though. "How can you be ashamed?"

"Well, for one thing, I--" But she caught my mouth with hers and kissed me passionately before I could finish.

She pulled away, licking her lips. "You have nothing to be ashamed of," she said fondly. Her fingers began to massage my chest again, slowly and tenderly. She kept her eyes on mine as she did this, her lips curved happily.

Prue's finger stroked near the swollen, pink nub of my left breast cautiously. Approvingly, I let out a lascivious moan, closing my eyes briefly. I could feel her breath upon my nub, slow and light. Tingles were wrapped up in my body, while my nipples erected and ached. Her soft tongue flicked the left nub tauntingly, causing me to gasp and arch my back, then she moved to the right and repeated. "Prue.... ohh..." I moaned quietly, trying my best not to cry out too loudly to disturb Piper.

As if she detected my hesitance, Prue stopped her actions, unfortunately, and kissed lightly up my neck to my jawline again. Between kisses, she said, "You - know - you - can - be - louder - if - you'd - like." Greedily, she grinned at me.

I couldn't help but smile back. "I don't want to bother Piper," I replied, my eyes glancing toward the door as though I sensed her there.

"I'm sure she's off with Leo, now," she said positively.

"Are you--" I gasped suddenly as I felt Prue's hands cup my breasts in her hands and circulate my pink stubs with her thumbs. "Oh-oh my... god," I muttered breathlessly.

"Yes, I am sure," she answered, still beaming, and lowered her head back to my neck and kissing it lovingly while touching my mounds in her hands.

Minutes later, Prue moved down past my chest to my waist. She took notice of the long, pale scar along my stomach. Weakly rubbing her finger over it, she whispered, "This is where..." I nodded unhappily. It was where my father had savagely thrusted his hand into me and destroyed my unborn child. Prue kissed the faded wound before coming across my jeans. Impressively, she jerked them off in a quick motion. My underwear was so soaked, you'd think I'd been wearing only it when I was caught in the rain. "Well well, Miss Delilah," Prue said, eyeing the dampened cloth and smirking, "I must be doing pretty well?"

I hummed amusingly and replied, "Miss Halliwell, I get wet just looking at you."

Giggling eagerly, she kissed me affectionately while her fingers pulled down my underwear, exposing my entire body to her. She pulled away, taking in every inch, every curve, every scar. There weren't many wounds, but the ones I did have were gruesome. "Delilah..." she breathed ever so quietly, unhappiness glazing my name.

My lip quivered as I fought away tears. I moved my hands to my thighs where most of the marks were. "I'm sorry," I whispered, biting my lip.

"No, it's not your fault. I wish you could've come to us sooner, however. They look so painful..." she said regretfully. She placed her hands over mine delicately. "May I?" she asked nicely. Her green eyes were comforting and encouraging. Smiling meekly, I nodded. Prue lifted up my hands with hers, kissed them lightly, then placed them near my sides.

Her mouth wandered along my thighs, kissing my pale skin. It crossed over to where the diamon-shaped, faded wound from my memory before was placed. The once-bloody lesion was now a lavender pink color. Prue kissed it lovingly, gently, making my heart flutter inside my ribcage.

She kissed along other discolored marks, giving each one affectionate attention. Her mouth made its way to my inner thighs, where she cast another look up at me before continuing. My hands were gripping her bed's sheets, prepared for her to take me. Slowly, ever so slowly, she licked along my dripping slit. "Mmmm.." she hummed with satisfaction.

"Oh, Prue, don't tease me," I said softly, playfully sounding angered. I gasped out as she did it again - possibly even slower than before. I groaned in great pleasure.

Prue eyed up at me, smirking devilishly, then I could feel her tongue slip into my folds and squirm inside. "Prue!" I cried out, lost in bliss, arching my back off of the bed uncontrollably.

"Do you enjoy that?" she asked, peering over my open legs and exposed chest, smirking still.

Nodding vigorously, I moaned, "Yes."

She bent back down between my thighs and did the same movement repeatedly, sending me into fits of pleasure. I could feel her tongue slither through my pussy like a snake, tasting every spot the muscle could reach. Fumbling with the sheets, I groaned loudly and tried not to climax so quickly. She lapped steadily at my folds and ignored my whimpering urges for her to quicken her licks. "Slow..." she said with her voice muffled.

"Oh, Prue, must you - oh! - tease me?" I retaliated, clenching the thin sheets in my fingers as she continued the sluggish assault. I felt her teeth bite my clit kindly and arched my back, moaning loudly, "Ohhh!"

The knot of bliss was churning in my gut, threatening to spill my juices at any second. "P-Prue... I think I'm cum-cumming..." I muttered, gasping for much-needed breath while she nibbled at my tiny organ.

Her dark hair poked out from between my legs as her green orbs locked with mine. Dribbles of my juices were slipping off her arched lips. "Well, we can't have that so soon, can we?" she taunted sweetly, teasingly wiping at a corner of her lip with her thumb, then placing the digit inside her hot mouth.

"Mm," I whimpered hotly, glaring at her in brief anger. Then she dropped her hand from her mouth and placed it upon my hot, sacred crotch, rubbing along its lips. Gasping quietly, my back arched off the bed again, and I clamped my eyes closed. "Touch me, Prue," I begged, snapping my eyes open.

"Like this?" One of her fingers crept through my slit and massaged the inside delicately.

"Y-YES! Just like that!" I cried. I felt like I was on fire all over my body.

Her finger caressed my walls, stroking firmly but not too roughly. She added another finger and proceeded to pet me inside while her eyes stared pleasingly at me, my face contorted with eagerness and pleasure. Her head leaned down to catch a nipple, licking it with her tongue as her fingers moved a bit faster.

Through clenched teeth, I was nearly screaming. "Ohh! P-Prue... faster..." I urged, bucking my hips wildly to meet her strokes.

"Slow," she mumbled again, this time with my breast between her smile. Her pace slowed, much to my dislike, and I let her know I was angered by shrieking. "Hmm," she said, kissing my nipple once more, "You're angry?" She was teasing again.

My hands raked through my hair; I was getting so close. "Prue, please," I said softly.

"Please what?" she said faintly back, grinning. She moved to the other breast and bit it gently, causing me to whimper in anticipation. Giggling lightly, she added, "I love your whimpers."

"Please... love me," I said, adding a whimper out of hopefulness.

She went back to the faster pace she was at moments before. Her mouth caught mine, and our tongues fought with each other, until she won and had her way with me. Her free hand had gone up to my breast and began to fondle it kindly, giving it the attention it begged for. Another finger was inside me now, and the three digits managed to hit my most pleasuring spot inside me. I cried into Prue's mouth in sheer delight at once. Her mouth moved away from mine to my ear where she whispered nicely, "Scream some more."

With her lips tracing my neck veins, one of her hands kneading my breast, and the other with three fingers gently forcing themselves through my wetness and hitting my g-spot at such a force that it felt absolutely amazing and didn't hurt at all, I cried out her name and climaxed.

Prue removed her lips from my jugular and lapped at my juices upon her bed and along my labia. Panting heavily, I tried to catch my breath and muttered pleasingly, "Thank you."

That brilliant smirk was upon her face as she told me, "My pleasure."

We shared another deep kiss before she laid beside me, wrapping my naked form in her arms. "Have you ever done this before?" I asked innocently. "You were very... amazing," I added breathlessly, snuggling closer to her chest.

"No, I haven't. I just know what I like to feel like, me being a woman and all, and figured you must like the same things," she said. Her hand was rubbing along my stomach, tracing the long scar. "Have you?" she asked, sounding almost hesitant.

"Uh.. twice," I answered. "One was a female warlock - she was into bondage, it was very stange," I admitted, hearing Prue sniff amusingly, "And the other was a fury-demon hybrid-thing, but she had come at the same time as another demon, and they ended up killing each other... So, I guess that means only once."

"Well, twice, now," Prue offered, and I could hear the smile on her face.

"Yeah," I whispered happily. Outlining along the hem of her shirt with my finger, I asked eagerly, "Can I have my turn now?"

"You want more?" she asked.

"More of you," I replied, pulling myself up and latching my lips onto hers. I pulled away after mere seconds, noticing that her eyes had closed and fluttered open excitedly.

"I was... kind of thinking I should take a shower," she said, smirking. "Would you like to join me?"

"Like you even needed to ask that!" I said with a scoff.

Grinning, Prue got off the bed, me following closely behind. She peeked out the door, wagged her finger at me to come with her, and led me into the bathroom, closing the door behind us. She walked over to the shower and turned on the water, vapor already rising to the ceiling.

Prue twirled around and faced me. Tempting me, she slowly lifted her shirt over her head, exposing her lacy, white bra. She slipped out of her jeans easily, and stood there, bare in her undergarnments. And slowly, ever so slowly, she unclasped her bra from behind her, letting it fall to the floor as well. Her breasts were a bit more full than mine with prominent, erect nipples. The white thong that she had worn was, also, now discarded. I felt like I shouldn't even exist with her standing there, looking like a goddess.

Advancing away from me and toward the open shower, she asked, "Coming?"

'Possibly...' I thought nervously, glancing down at my groin to see if I had. A bit flushed, I nodded and entered the shower with her. The warm water spraying upon my skin enlightened me, along with the beautiful body standing beside me. She leaned her wet body into mine, slipped her hand behind my back, and kissed me full on the mouth. I pulled away, panting shallowly, and said sassily, "It's my turn."

I noticed a washcloth on the rack in the corner, snatched it, and applied cherry body wash to the center before smothering it in my hands, soapy suds squirting down my forearm. I placed the cloth along her damp neck, lathering it with pale pink suds. My hand curved down her shoulder to her breasts. I took one of her swollen nubs into my mouth, playing with it between my tongue and teeth, while I squeezed her other mound with the frothy cloth. Leaning herself against the wall, Prue shuddered and moaned, and it was music to my ears.

Sliding the cloth down her belly, along with my own tongue, I made my way to her wet crotch. I could tell she was not as wet as I was but quite close. Teasing her as she had me, I dipped my tongue into her sweetness, tasting her tangy juices. She moaned again, grasping my head to push me further. "Uh uh," I teased and mocked her, "'Slow.'"

Prue growled playfully before my tongue plunged deeper into her hole, and that had her gasping and groaning. Stifling a giggle, I proceeded to taste her, and how wonderful she tasted. I moved up her slit to where her clitoris lay, begging for touch. I suckled on the small organ; Prue purred my name in pleasure, "Delilah..."

Discarding the washcloth without care, my hand etched toward her pussy, and I inserted two fingers inside her, inching in as far as they could reach before pulling back out and repeating. Prue's legs were giving out; her breathing was wavering and pant-like; she was moaning and nearly shouting out in bliss. My tongue continued to assault her clit, sucking on it like her nipples before. Her walls were clamping down on my fingers as I carried on with my thrusts, now hitting her sensitive g-spot. "Oh, oh, Delilah, unh!" she groaned before coming on my awaiting mouth and hand.

Her juices lathered my face like the shower's water, only it was much more delicious. Sticking my fingers in my mouth, I sucked off the remaining fluids, and smiled at Prue cockily. "How did I do?"

The smirk returned again across her glowing face. "Amazingly. I feel I should repay you... some more."

My eyes widened in surprise and passion. She pulled me up, and captured me in yet another affectionate kiss. I could feel her hand trail down my stomach to my still-wet pussy. Immediately, she entered two fingers inside of me, causing me to yelp in shock. She pulled away suddenly but kept her fingers in. "Did I hurt you?" she asked worriedly.

Shaking my head reassuringly, I responded, "No, no, I'm just... surprised. What happened to 'slow'?"

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done it so quickly," she said quietly, looking guilty and angry at herself.

"Prue, no, I said it's okay, and I mean it," I replied, lifting her chin to mine and pecking her lips sweetly. "It's okay," I repeated, and I used my hand to guide hers slowly in and out of me.

I whimpered again - half because I wanted her to smile and continue to love me, and half because I couldn't help it. The smile returned, slightly, but it returned. She seemed to be doing the gentle thrusts on her own now, which was good because my strength was giving out by each one. "Prue," I whispered hoarsely and whimpered again. Her thrusts were going faster; her eyes were on me, catching any sign of discontent or pain on my face.

Unsteadily, I attempted to wrap my legs around her waist to get her inside me even more. Suddenly, after Prue took notice of my uneasy efforts, with the wave of her other, motionless hand, my legs were now where they wanted to be. Through my moans, I muttered, "W-What?"

"My power," she whispered, smirking her infamous smirk.

I didn't have time to think; I was wrapped up in too much contentment. With the help of her power, I was able to buck my hips at the same speed of her thrusts. My orgasm was so near now that she was hitting my pleasure point with the tips of her digits. "Prue!" I screamed as I came, feeling absolutely exhausted. Through my pants, I whispered happily, "Thank you... again."

She kissed me and replied, "Thank you."

Prue shut off the water, and we both retreated into towels before heading back into her room. She removed her towel swiftly and snuggled herself into the bed, underneath the covers. "Join me?" she asked pleasantly.

"Absolutely," I told her, and I slipped off my towel before crawling into her open arms. I cuddled close to her breasts, wrapped my arms around her waist, and, for once in a long time, maybe even the only time, I felt completely safe.

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IT'S NOT OVER! Just letting that out before anyone thinks that.

Haha, anyway, did you like the sex? ;p Feedback is nice to know! Please rate, review, whatever you do, and I might just get the next chapter done quicker. :D