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Today has been a long day. With Mirabel having to hold meetings with the council, have a discussion with the new people who were curious about the huge, magical gap in the mountain, secretly studying her family’s Gifts to understand them on a deeper level, and even having to visit the nearby towns midway to either talk about the Encanto or trade resources, not without some protection, of course, she could never actually trust these strangers after what happened last time.
To put things simply, Mirabel is stressed and overworked. Her family would agree, doing their best to lighten her duties and however they can. She appreciates them. She does. Always.
It’s better than her shouldering the pressure alone.
Which is exactly how Mirabel finds herself in Dolores’ room, her arms and wrists bound by rope. Besides that, she’s completely naked on her cousin’s bed, kneeling before her. Bondage—things like this—are things that help her relax in a way that nothing else can achieve. Stress-free. Sex is an amazing stress reliever. Especially when she doesn’t have to do anything. She doesn’t even have to think. Her dear oldest cousin will take care of all of that for her.
If she’s very lucky, Dolores would blindfold and gag her and do whatever she wants to her. Making her feel good while whispering soft words in her ear.
“Mirabel…”
Mirabel didn’t mean for it to slip out. She really didn’t! It was an accident. She just got caught up in the moment. Too caught up.
“Mamí,” Mirabel says breathlessly as she tilts her head back. Dolores’ face flushes, staring at her with a bewildered expression. She only registers what she had said when the hands on her stills. She blinks, murmuring, “…Lola?”
“Mamí?” Dolores repeats, voice low. She didn’t expect Mirabel to call her that at all or for her to like it so much. She knows that Mirabel looks up to Julieta, obviously, but a mommy kink? Her younger cousin is full of surprises. “You want to call me mommy, primita?”
Mirabel shudders. The word just slipped out! She didn’t mean anything by it. Not really. “Y–Yes!” She blushes even harder. “…Can I?” It feels like double the incest. She’s getting fucked by her cousin while calling her mommy out of all things. Well, she wouldn’t fuck her actual mother. She’s devoted to Dolores. She has no interest in other women. “Please? Obviously, I–I wouldn’t. I wouldn’t force you into it if you didn’t like the name or, well, if it made you uncomfortable! Um…you really don’t have to agree because I’m me and sorry, I’m just—“
Dolores silences her with a kiss. It works. Every single time. If she wants to stop Mirabel’s rambling or to get her to stop talking, all she has to do is kiss her. “Mira,” She says softly, hands coming up to cup Mirabel’s cheeks. Her cheeks and ears were darker from blushing. “It’s fine. Really. You can call me whatever you want. I’m not going to shame you for it. Want to call me mommy? Yeah, I’ll be your mommy.” She stops briefly, holding her gaze. “Also, I, um. I also kinda like it. It’s new. Pleasantly new. I don’t mind exploring kinks and other things in the bedroom.”
Mirabel smiles, small but genuine. She feels giddy. Awfully giddy. Of course, Dolores wouldn’t judge her. She’s her girlfriend. She has certainly heard worse from strangers. “Yeah?”
Dolores’ hands slide down from Mirabel’s cheeks, until she’s touching Mirabel’s breasts, lightly squeezing and fondling them. “Yeah,” She’s open to trying out almost anything with her precious girlfriend. All Mirabel has to do is ask and she would be willing to do it. “Though, hopefully you aren’t expecting me to call you mija or anything like that.” She quips. “That’s a line I’m not willing to cross.”
Mirabel has to bite her lip to prevent herself from laughing. “Why,” She playfully moans. “Going to get attached in a motherly way? Don’t worry, seeing you as my actual mother is far from my mind, you know. I just think it’s hot. I only have you in mind, not mamá.”
Dolores’ nose crinkles a bit at the thought. She has a wild imagination and she really doesn’t want to think about her aunt and cousin-slash-girlfriend fucking. Julieta would obviously never have sex with her own daughter because she isn’t like them and she’s happily married to Agustín. “Don’t say that. Don’t even imply that.”
Mirabel swallows. Dolores is always stunning, but even more so when she’s being slightly possessive. “Geez. Alright. Never again. You know that I wouldn—hey!” She yelps when Dolores nips at her neck. Harder than usual. “Dolores…”
“Mamí,” Dolores corrects curtly. “I don’t want to hear you talk about tía. Only me. Okay? Or is that going to be hard? Do I need to gag you today? Hmm?”
“I wouldn’t say no—“ Mirabel gives another choked moan when Dolores decides to squeeze a little harder, biting down on her neck as if she intends to leave a mark. She probably does. “—but I am going to say no b–because I love my dear girlfriend so much and I wouldn’t dare make her upset on purpose.”
Dolores lets out an approved “hm!” against her skin. “Wise answer,” Her hand trails lower, carefully avoiding the ropes binding Mirabel. “Or else I would have punished you. You know that you’re mine.” She smiles. “You’re cute, but I wouldn’t mind getting rid of that lovely voice of yours for a moment.”
“Sorry,” Mirabel whimpers, doing her best to sound as innocent and sweet as possible. “Mamí,” She adds coyly. “Don’t gag me, please. I’ll be a good girl. Your good girl. Just…please. Don’t gag me. I can prove it.”
“Can you really?” Dolores chuckles. “You can’t even move your arms. How are you going to prove it to me? I mean, I could spank you and we can see how that goes if you really want to prove something to me. But,” Her hand drifts lower and lower until she’s touching her pussy. “I could also spank you right here and really make you cry out to mommy until your brain is fuzzy.”
“I—mamí!” Mirabel moans when Dolores suddenly plunges two fingers inside of her without hesitation. “If you—if you do, I’ll…” She can’t even finish her sentence as Dolores thrusts her fingers in and out of her. “I’ll—hnn!”
“You’ll what?” Dolores does enjoy it when Mirabel gets like this. It might be one of the best sounds that she has ever heard. “You can’t do anything.” She especially loves it when Mirabel curls into her, leaning against her body. “I could do whatever I want to you and you would like it.”
Mirabel’s eyes flutter shut for the briefest moment. “I would,” There’s nothing that she wouldn’t like when Dolores is involved. “A–Anything.” She would allow her to do whatever she wants to her. Because she loves her. She’s willing to try out whatever Dolores wants. Just like Dolores is doing the same for her. “I would love it.”
Dolores grins. “Of course, you would. Even if I were to fuck you in public, you would beg for more, wouldn’t you?” Even with her Gift, she can admit that with Mirabel, she can get lost in the moment, becoming unaware of her surroundings and people that could be potentially near them. Public sex? As exciting as it sounds, she wouldn’t be able to get fully into it without worrying about people being nearby. Although she supposes that is the point of public sex. The thrill of almost being caught, but not quite. She could easily get lost in the moment while focusing on Mirabel and actually forget about checking what’s around her.
Mirabel nods her head with enthusiasm. “Y–Yes! Anything!” The thought makes her further aroused. “Take me—take me! I want you to, m–mommy. You can!“ She inhales sharply when Dolores applies the slightest amount of pressure on her clit with her thumb. “Mommy…I’m so wet for you…“ Her voice sounds breathy and so whiny, just the way Dolores likes it. “I want to cum, please, if you’d let me!”
Fortunately for her, Dolores has never minded giving into Mirabel’s pleas when she asks so nicely. “You’re lucky that I love you so much. Nobody takes care of you like I do.”
Dolores never really cared for things like receiving pleasure. She’s more of a giver than a taker. When she’s pleasuring Mirabel, she doesn’t mind not getting anything in return or cumming. Making her younger cousin feel good is enough for her. No pleasure is greater than that in her opinion.
Mirabel, clearly, never had a problem with being fucked all the time. She also didn’t have many dominant bones in her body. Not more than her, at least. That doesn’t mean that she didn’t offer to please her. More guilty than anything because she felt like she didn’t give enough.
It is a little amusing to Dolores how much Mirabel underestimates herself. Mirabel already did a lot for her. Way more than her. Fucking and making Mirabel feel good is the least she could do!
Not saying she doesn’t accept the offer of Mirabel wanting to make her feel good. That girl is also great with her fingers. She cannot deny that.
“You’ve been good,” Dolores reassures her. “I’ll let you cum.” Then, she adds softly, “Cum for mommy.”
Mirabel’s voice breaks on Dolores’ name as she becomes undone, her back arching off the bed in pleasure, the ropes biting into her skin just enough to make every movement sting in a way that only amplifies the pleasure.
Dolores shivers at the sight. Every time she sees her like this, it’s like she forgot to breathe.
A couple minutes passes, a comfortable silence settling as Mirabel catches her breath, trembling slightly.
“Good?” Dolores coos as she undoes the ropes partially restraining Mirabel. Mirabel’s heartbeat sounds more steady now. That’s better. “Or more?”
Mirabel chuckles. “I love you.”
Dolores stares for a moment. “I love you, too.” She replies eventually, cheeks tinted red. “A lot.” Way more than words can express alone. “Seriously though, if you plan on calling me…mamí at times…please do not do it if your mamá is nearby. I might misunderstand and make it incredibly awkward for us.”
“I’ll try,” Mirabel teases. “No promises.”