On the walk back to Isola's house, the teasing continued. Light jabs, small jokes, and glances that lingered a fraction too long became their rhythm. Elinalise followed every whispered instruction from the angel, who was clearly enjoying herself and taking full advantage of vacation mode.
"Remember: humor first, subtle flirting second. If she laughs, you're winning," the angel whispered, voice like a playful tease in Elinalise's ear.
Elinalise tried to keep up, sometimes stumbling over words, sometimes hitting the mark perfectly. Every joke was met with a smirk, a tilt of the head, a laugh that made her stomach twist. By the time they reached Isola's house, the air between them was thick with tension, warm and expectant.
Inside, the room was softly lit, cozy, and quiet. Elinalise hesitated, unsure how to take the next step. She had never been here before, never had someone lead her into something so intimate.
Isola seemed to sense it immediately. With a slow, teasing smile, she closed the door behind them. "Looks like someone doesn't know how to start," she said softly, moving closer.
Elinalise swallowed, heart hammering, and the angel whispered one last reminder.
"Just let her lead. Pay attention. Humor and charm got you this far — now trust her."
The angel materialized fully, floating above them with a mischievous grin. Her presence was intoxicating — radiant, soft light glowing from her skin, and a subtle aura that made the hairs on Elinalise's arms rise. She sprinkled a faint, sparkling powder into the air. Immediately, a wave of pure, blissful euphoria washed over both Elinalise and Isola, making every touch, every glance, every soft laugh feel heightened, almost electric.
Isola's lips curved as she leaned closer, brushing a strand of hair from Elinalise's face, her eyes glinting with playful command. Elinalise felt her heart hammer as she returned the glance, unsure whether to move closer or wait, but the angel's guidance was firm and teasing:
"Respond. Don't lead yet — let her take charge. But your reactions… exaggerate them. Breathe heavier. Smile. Let her feel it."
"Notice how she leans in when you laugh. Let her pull you, tease her back, and let the tension coil tighter. Every pause matters."
Elinalise trembled slightly, the powder's effect making her skin tingle all over. Isola's hand brushed her side, lingering just enough to make her knees weaken. Their laughter was soft, breathy, and intimate, carrying both challenge and invitation.
The three of them — angel, Elinalise, and Isola — moved in a playful, teasing rhythm, every motion and whispered word stoking the tension higher, their hearts racing, skin tingling, laughter mixing with soft gasps. The night stretched long and heavy with anticipation, and Elinalise knew that the next steps would come naturally… if only she could let go and trust both the angel and Isola completely.
Finally, the hot lesbian sex between Angel, Elinsalse and Isola starts.
The first touch was a tease — fingertips brushing her hip, a whisper of warm breath at her ear, the feathery caress of a wingtip across her thigh. Elinalise sighed, leaning into the soft contact, her breath catching in her throat. Isola hummed a pleased sound and traced a slow, burning path along the edge of her hip. Then a dripping kiss between the three, everyone touching each other's boobs, rubbing each other's clitorises and pussies. A moan escaped her, her body arching to meet Isola's hands.
Then the focus went to Isola and Elinalise: "You are beautiful," Isola whispered, her eyes dark, her expression hungry. She leaned forward, claiming a kiss. The touch was firm, almost demanding, her mouth opening Elinalise's with a teasing brush of her tongue. Her hands trailed a path along the length of Elinalise's spine, pulling her closer, deepening the kiss. Elinalise felt the angel's breath at her ear, the whisper soft and teasing. "She wants to dominate you — show her how you react to that."
Elinalise arched, her lips parting under the heat of the kiss, the soft stroke of Isola's tongue. The touch was almost tentative at first, tasting and exploring, then growing bolder. She kissed her way down Elinalise's throat, her teeth grazing her skin, a low hum of pleasure vibrating against her.
"Don't be shy," the angel whispered. "Let her hear you. Let her feel the heat between your legs, the pounding of your heart. Your reaction drives her — it fuels the lust. Let her know you want her."
"Yes," Elinalise breathed, the word half-gasp, her head tilting back. Isola's hands were firm at her waist, her mouth leaving a trail of soft, wet heat against her collarbone. The angel's voice was soft, low, teasing. "That's it. Let her take what she wants, and show her how much you love it."
Elinalise let out a shuddering breath, the words sending a hot shiver through her, the angel's breath a soft tickle at her ear. Isola's fingers trailed down the curve of her ass, the touch firm, almost commanding. "Do you want me?" she murmured, the question a soft tease. "Or do you want the angel? Or maybe... both?"
Elinalise's pulse pounded at the implication, her breath coming short and fast. Isola's fingertips teased the cleft of her ass, a slow, burning caress that left her trembling. She let out a soft moan, and the angel chuckled. "She's teasing you," she whispered. "She's going to fuck you... but she's going to make you wait for it."
Isola's mouth was hot at her throat, her fingers trailing a path along the curve of her hip, teasing, taunting. She drew Elinalise's nipple into her mouth, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin. Her hand slid between her legs, tracing the seam of her lips. The touch was slow, almost lazy, her fingertips tracing a circle around her clit. Elinalise moaned, the sound coming out breathless, her hips rising to meet her touch.
"That's it," the angel breathed, her words a soft hum of approval. "Let her hear how much you want it." Just as Isola was fucking Elinalise, the Angel decide to fuck Isola, starting with sucking her pussy from behind and rubbing her clit at the same time.
Elinalise trembled, her hands gripping the sheets, her body arching into the contact. The angel's hands were gentle, coaxing, her voice a soft murmur of encouragement. "Don't hold back," she whispered. "Don't be ashamed of the pleasure. Don't be afraid to ask for what you want. Let her feel it."
Isola's fingers were slick with the heat of her, the touch sending sparks along her nerves, her body tightening with the building tension. She could feel the angel's hands at her hips, the soft stroke of her wings, her breath a hot tickle against her ear. "That's it," she murmured. "Give in to the pleasure. Let her see the lust in your eyes. Give her everything you have."
Elinalise's body trembled, her breath coming in sharp gasps, the pressure building inside her. Isola's fingers were slick and relentless, her mouth hot against her throat, her breasts pressed against her chest. Elinalise moaned, the sound coming out desperate, her hips rising to meet the angel's hands.
The orgasm ripped through her, the intensity leaving her shaking and breathless. Isola's touch was soft and soothing, the angel's voice a gentle murmur of praise. "That's it," she breathed. "Let go. You deserve this."
Elinalise let out a shaky laugh, her eyes closing. "I can't believe this is happening," she whispered.