The Cleansing
Gourmet, taboo erotica. 18+ ONLY
Daddy stood with Yanni in front of her little hut, his big hand resting on the small of her back as they waited for Masha to open the door. She liked it when he did things like that. He always walked her home on the nights they spent together. The extra little affections he gave her on these nights were like little treasures. She felt dreamy, and there was a silly smile on her face.
He had enjoyed her this evening, and she had enjoyed herself, too. Something had been different this time. The mark of his kisses lingered on her skin; bruises that she would stroke for days.
She didn’t want their time to be over, but she knew he had other things to do. Important, Daddy things. She’d been a Good Girl, and would be Good for him again, but their time was up for now. Masha opened the door, and Daddy smiled.
“Good evening, Masha,” Daddy said pleasantly, before turning and kissing Yanni, one hand on the back of her head, the other cupping her rear, pressing her inappropriately close.
She could feel his desire rising as heat built between them. He growled into her mouth, pumping his hips against her, then let her go.
“Good night, Little Yanni,” he rumbled, and gave her bum a gentle slap before he turned and left.
Masha rolled her eyes and took Yanni’s hand, pulling her inside with an exasperated sigh.
“He’s like a dog.” Masha’s voice was contemptuous. “He would mate you out in the road if common decency didn’t dictate otherwise.”
Yanni giggled at the thought, still love-drunk from the time she’d spent with him. She couldn’t deny his beastly appetites. Yanni wondered if a Daddy had ever mated anyone in public before, and got lost daydreaming about what it would be like. Masha complained about him as she stripped Yanni’s clothes off. She stood still and let the older girl undress her, pulling her arms out obediently when Masha tugged at the sleeves.
Standing naked before Masha, Yanni felt every mark he’d left on her as if it blazed. Every tooth print, every bruise where his fingers had dug into her…and she shivered under her gaze.
“What did he do?” Masha looked upset.
Yanni blinked.
“Oh, it was wonderful, Masha. It hurt; I know it looks bad, but it was so good. It was different tonight. He was…hard. But he wasn’t. I can’t explain it. I really think he will decide soon, though.”
Masha trailed her fingers over Yanni’s bruises, shaking her head.
“He uses you,” she said disdainfully.
“You know it is his right to choose,” Yanni replied.
She couldn’t argue. It was customary for the new Daddy to take his pick of eligible girls. Until he settled on one, any of them might be chosen to serve him, except Masha, who would be a healer and would not take a husband and, as such, was not considered. Yanni wondered if her dislike for Daddy had anything to do with that.
“His right…” Masha muttered as her hands gently slid between Yanni’s legs. “He used you well. You’re puffy and hot.”
Masha’s fingers were cool against Yanni’s swollen slit. She was right; it was puffy and sensitive, and her cool touch felt good. Her fingers slid easily, as Yanni had heeded her warnings as always, and refrained from cleansing herself of his seed. It had to be done right. It had to be done Masha’s way. Yanni didn’t question her because Masha knew things. She would be a healer one day and had been taught in the ways of conception. She had told Yanni to hold his seed as long as she could to improve the chances.
Everybody knew Daddy’s Milk made babies, and Mother’s Milk fed them.
So, Yanni walked home with his milk dripping down her legs, drying stickily in spots, but staying wet where it counted.
A strong Daddy was a blessing. Whether he chose Yanni to be his wife or not, it would be an honor to raise his child. It wasn’t uncommon for one Daddy to father several children before settling on a wife. The mothers of those children were well cared for. One way or another, Yanni would have a place in his life. She would be taken care of, too.
Masha’s fingers moved, and she slipped two inside her, making sympathetic noises as she went.
“Oh, Yanni…” she spoke quietly, closing her eyes. “I can smell him on you.”
Masha was close, breathing against her skin, and she felt her tongue roll warmly over a fresh welt left by Daddy’s teeth. Yanni groaned, wishing shamefully that she didn’t like it so much.
It was always like this. She wanted to wear his marks. They felt good on her skin. She liked the pain. Daddy and Yanni played hard, and Masha cleaned up the evidence. He had used her harder this time, so she could understand Masha’s distress, but she also couldn’t bear it.
Masha’s touch was soft, and her kisses were like medicine.
“What do your patients think about these kisses, Masha?” Yanni teased.
“You’re the only one I heal with kisses, and you know it. Go lie down, Yanni; I will cleanse you.”
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Yanni did as she was told, her blood surging. She lay down in their little shared bed, nothing more than a cot, legs parting so Masha could see. She could feel the effects of her kiss already healing the bruise on her shoulder. It was a tingle that prickled and burned. It was uncomfortable and pleasant at the same time. Like Daddy’s bites. There were many marks tonight, and Masha bent over her, tongue gently caressing each one. Soon Yanni’s body bloomed with prickling warmth.
“Please, Masha, don’t heal them all,” she whimpered, not ready to let go of her time with Daddy, yet.
“I’ll never understand you, Yanni,” Masha said quietly, before continuing her work.
When the deeper bites had been healed, Masha stopped her laving for a breath and a drink. Yanni’s body was so sensitive she could feel the slightest breath of air against her skin. Daddy’s remaining bites throbbed while Masha’s kisses prickled, and Yanni’s puffy, hot place began to trickle. She knew what was coming, and she couldn’t help herself; it made her drip.
She closed her eyes, waiting for Masha’s touch. For the inevitable wet warmth of her tongue on the most sensitive skin. He had taken Yanni multiple times that day, and when she felt Masha’s kiss there, healing prickles and soft lips, she sighed happily. She stroked Masha’s hair, enjoying the feel of her tongue licking his milk from her body. The moaning wasn’t as shameful as it used to be. Masha had assured her it was okay, so when the moans started, she let them.
Masha’s tongue found every sore spot and every dribble of Daddy’s pleasure. Yanni spread her legs wider, and Masha pressed her face deeper, tongue diving inside, sending healing tingles deep inside. She could hear Masha smacking her lips, and she liked it. She liked that he left such a mess, and she liked the slurping noises Masha made as she cleaned it up. There was so much mess, and Yanni felt another pang of shame for enjoying what Masha was doing.
“Masha, you don’t have to…” Yanni said, looking down at her now slick, wet face as she cleansed her.
Masha stopped for a moment and smiled at her.
“Hush, Yanni. I like doing it.”
She really seemed to. She resumed, tongue making rounds over the opening and lips, lapping at his milk like the very dog she accused him of being. Yanni’s body responded, and her hips moved, gently grinding against Masha’s face. Her tongue seemed attracted to the most sensitive places, and when Yanni felt it dip lower, following the path of her swollen, puffy skin, she jerked.
Her behind was sore.
“Did he use you there?” Came Masha’s soft voice, her fingertip brushing Yanni’s back hole, which clenched and throbbed in response.
“Yes.”
A small sigh escaped her before she lowered her head and gently licked her there, too. It felt amazing; gentle and firm, her tongue slid inside and wiggled. Yanni could feel her hole clenching tightly in response, and actively relaxed, hoping to make Masha’s work easier. It seemed shameful that she should be doing this. She felt guilty even as she moaned, reaching down to keep Masha’s hair out of her face so she didn’t have to stop.
She wanted her to stop, but also didn’t. Every nerve was alive and yearning. It was all she could do not to grind hard against her in her desire.
“Masha…” she breathed, feeling pleasure building beyond a point she could stop it. “Masha, it’s happening,” she warned, wanting to give her the chance to stop it, feeling ashamed but so full of desire she wanted nothing more than to let it happen.
“It’s okay, Yanni.” Masha’s words vibrated against freshly healing, sensitive skin, and Yanni moaned in pleasure, her pain being a now-forgotten memory. “Let it all out.”
Yanni cried, tears streaming, confused by the mingled aggression and gentleness of the night, overwhelmed by conflicting sensations, as her holes throbbed, and her orgasm gushed over Masha’s face. She had stopped healing and was enjoying Yanni’s orgasm, rubbing her face against her pulsing vulva and licking at the flow.
She was a dirty, disheveled mess, bent over on all fours, her dark hair plastered to her forehead in places, where in others it stuck out wildly. Her face shone with Daddy’s juices as well as Yanni’s. Masha rested her head against Yanni’s calming spasms, and Yanni watched her as she touched herself, unable to keep her own desire in check any longer.
She pulled Masha’s wet hair off her neck and stroked it, doing her best not to take advantage of her resting head as she moved.
She should enjoy herself, too, Yanni thought.
Masha’s little grunts and movements were arousing, but Yanni held her and let her have her fun, her fingers pumping between her legs like Daddy’s cock had done to Yanni earlier. Masha would never know his touch, and Yanni felt sad for her. When she moaned and went limp, flopping her weight down onto the bed, Yanni looked down and smiled at her.
“When he chooses me to be his wife, everything we hoped for will come true,” Yanni told her.
There was a note of sadness in her voice.
Masha looked back at her, her eyes troubled.
Yanni thought Masha must not be ready for her to leave, despite Masha’s efforts to see her elevated to a position where she would never want for anything. It was a scary thought for Yanni, too, no matter how badly she wanted it. She wanted Daddy very much. Leaving Masha was something different.
Yanni fell asleep naked in Masha’s arms, wondering if there might be a place for Masha in Daddy’s home once he chose Yanni as his bride. She really hoped so.
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