Clairvoyance: Part Two

Dahlia drops the whole binding-spell story and Samantha just sits there, mouth open. Ghosts she buys. Magic? Hard pass. Dahlia doesn’t argue, she just leans in and puts her hands on Samantha’s busted leg. Heat pulses, bones knit, pain drains. Samantha’s jaw drops, then she sees Dahlia wobble. Magic has a price tag, Dahlia says—nothing for free. She needs Samantha’s gift to reach Charlotte, and the plane to Utah leaves now. She tries to stand, legs buckle. Samantha says rest, tomorrow. Dahlia shakes her head, Charlotte’s waited long enough. Samantha asks for another way. Dahlia’s answer is a hard, hungry kiss. Samantha freezes; isn’t Charlotte the love of Dahlia’s life? Sex feeds the magic, Dahlia explains, and Samantha’s leg already proves it. Another kiss, deeper, and Dahlia’s strength creeps back. Clothes hit the floor on the way to the bedroom. Samantha’s top flies, Dahlia’s mouth follows, tasting soft skin no one else has touched. Blonde and brunette tangle, hips grinding, tongues fighting. Dahlia’s craving hits bottom and she buries her face between Samantha’s thighs, licking that sweet, slick pussy until thighs shake. They scissor, clits sliding wet and hot, building fast. Samantha flips, wants her turn, tongue stud flicking Dahlia’s swollen clit, years of held-back need pouring out. Locked in 69 they chase the spark, mouth to cunt, cunt to mouth, energy snapping between them until both women break, screaming loud enough to rattle the walls.