Moonstruck Massage

Violet Monroe stormed into the spa clutching her stomach, period cramps knocking her sideways. Reena Sky grinned when she heard the complaint—she lived for women riding their moon blood. She ordered Violet to strip bare and lie face down, promising deep pressure on her gut would ease the ache. Oil hit that peaches-and-cream skin like warm sin. Violet groaned, body strung tight from her hormones. Reena cracked her knuckles; she'd learned in sweat lodges how to pull Earth's force into her palms, and a week ago she'd packed them with crushed minerals until the electricity jumped between her fingers. She slapped her palms on Violet's bare ass, rubbing circles while preaching surrender. Violet was half-ready to protest when Reena told her to flip onto her back. She needed access to the heat. Reena let her fingertips drag straight across Violet's trimmed bush, zero hesitation, and the redhead’s hips lifted, asking for more without a word. When Reena finally started stroking her slick pussy, Violet steered the hand back to the stabbing spot lower down. Reena smirked—swollen lips, wet and pulsing—and said her cunt looked hungry. Violet snapped she had a girlfriend, but Reena only laughed: natural for blood to make a girl wicked. Finger-fucking the tight heat, Reena worked Violet through it until the pain cracked apart and need slammed in. Violet kissed her back, messy and guilty all at once. Reena shed her robe. Caramel skin pressed into soft, pale flesh. She lined up and ground their clits together in a hungry rhythm, sweat mixing, thighs shaking. Violet came hard, breath ripped out of her. Reena climbed up and sat on her mouth, riding Violet’s tongue till she shook and spilled down her chin. They twisted around, mouths busy between each other’s legs, moaning into soaked skin. Finally Violet straddled Reena, slick cunts sliding until the brunette cried out, legs locked, every cramp long gone.