Twice Two

Plane stepped into the bathroom and froze: candles were burning in the niche, filling the room with a woody-spicy scent, colorful lights danced on the walls, and the water was covered with white rose petals. ‘What the…?’ was all Plane managed to say when suddenly the door opened and locked again. She turned and stood in even greater amazement. On the threshold stood Nymphia in drag — a flawless black wig, makeup, heels — she looked as stunning as ever. Seeing Plane’s open mouth, she chuckled and said, ‘Today’s a different show, Planey. Your mouth won’t be much in use.’ Nymphia walked up to Plane, gently pushed her toward the tub, and began undressing her. ‘How did you manage to get all this beauty?’ Plane asked, still confused but obediently letting her do what she wanted. Nymphia smiled mysteriously. ‘That’s none of your business. The winner takes it all, remember? How doesn’t really matter.’ ‘Now get in the tub,’ Nymphia suddenly commanded. Plane couldn’t help but admire the sharp switch of roles and followed the order without a word. The warm water pleasantly relaxed her body, and the fragrance mixed with the crackling of candles created an atmosphere of sweet languor. Plane leaned back against the tub and closed her eyes. Nymphia sat on the edge and started washing Plane with a soft sponge. Her movements were gentle and smooth, as if she were touching a fragile work of art. Plane felt like a goddess. ‘Now stand up,’ Nymphia ordered again when she was done with the torso. Plane looked down at Nymphia and couldn’t get enough of how she obediently sat on her knees on a puff that had somehow appeared. Nymphia ran the sponge along her legs and stopped near her groin. Then she dropped the sponge, lifted her eyes to Plane, smiled, and slid her wet hand down her lower stomach. Goosebumps rushed over Plane’s skin, and she almost choked with arousal. Nymphia held her shaft at the base and, without breaking eye contact, licked the tip. Plane moaned, while Nymphia kept tracing spirals, circles, and winding lines with her tongue all over her cock, never once taking it into her mouth. She liked teasing Plane, but she also wanted to stop in time so the climax would happen in another position. Plane pressed her hand against the back of Nymphia’s head, urging her toward the tip, but Nymphia suddenly pulled back and turned Plane around. Plane was no longer in control enough to resist or insist. She leaned her forehead against the sweaty tiles and closed her eyes in aching anticipation. Meanwhile, Nymphia settled comfortably on her puff and slightly parted Plane’s legs. With both hands she squeezed her cheeks while licking her tailbone. Plane couldn’t hold back her moans — her voice echoed dully in the steamy room. Nymphia moved lower and started licking her hole eagerly. With her sharp tongue she teased the entrance, sometimes sucking the skin with her lips, sometimes sliding deeper. One hand squeezed Plane’s cheek while the other stroked her shaft. At the right moment Nymphia sucked her thumb wet and quickly pushed it into the already prepared spot. She’d barely made a few moves when she felt hot cum spilling into her palm. Plane’s final cry still rang in the bathroom as she, exhausted but satisfied, dropped into the water. Splashes drowned the candles, and darkness embraced the room. Through the ringing in her ears, Plane heard Nymphia getting ready to leave. ‘Stay,’ Plane croaked pleadingly. From the darkness came a cold voice, ‘You’ve already had enough.’ The door slammed, and the bright light cut into Plane no less than those words.

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That day Nymphia never came back to her, and only now, when the euphoria of the win started to fade, Plane realized the cost of it. The reckless Plane returned, ready to smash everything around to reach her goal, not caring about her rivals who meant nothing to her. But now she wondered: what did Nymphia mean to her? Plane stared at the ceiling thoughtfully, not daring to answer that question. Could she imagine her free days without her? Even now she desperately wanted Nymphia to return, but she knew she wouldn’t until Plane crawled back to her on her knees. The old Plane would never behave like that, but now, since it was the only way to get Nymphia back, she was ready to change her old habits, no matter how hard it was. That meant she’d have to do everything Nymphia demanded. Plane even got curious about where Nymphia’s fantasies might lead. Whatever it was, Plane would do anything Miss Banana wanted.

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The next day she still didn’t come. Plane knew she was right and obediently went up to the fourth floor. When the door opened before her, Nymphia didn’t rush at her with joyful shouts like before. She looked at her quite seriously, holding the door open. ‘May I come in?’ Plane asked softly, without greeting her. Nymphia didn’t answer, just let go of the door and slowly walked deeper into the room. Plane followed her and among the usual chaos saw the black wig she had barged into her bathroom with yesterday. Plane picked it up and smoothed the tangled hair. ‘Why were you in drag yesterday?’ Nymphia turned and crossed her arms. ‘What, did I look bad?’ she asked defiantly. ‘For your information, I was planning to wear that wig in one of the upcoming challenges.’ ‘The wig’s great, but why did you decide to show up in front of me like that?’ ‘Well, I thought you liked being pleasured by a girl,’ Nymphia answered mockingly. ‘Well, it wasn’t just some girl, it was you…’ Plane came closer to Nymphia, but she ordered her with a gesture to kneel. Plane obeyed, and Nymphia looked down at her with satisfaction. ‘We agreed that the winner gets their prize,’ she continued. ‘This time Nymphia didn’t win, so yesterday she came to you and did her part.’ ‘But please, baby,’ Plane pleaded, putting the wig aside, ‘let’s skip all that today. Or did you decide to keep testing what I might like?’ ‘I’ll continue,’ Nymphia said sternly, ‘but in a different way.’ ‘Now show me what else you can do,’ Nymphia added with a doubtful note in her voice and pulled off her pants. That distrustful tone made Plane uneasy, but her desire to always come first won over. Without breaking eye contact with Nymphia, she pulled down her underwear with her teeth, helping with her hands. Just as Plane leaned forward with her lips toward her stomach, Nymphia suddenly slipped from her grip, moved to the bed, and sat on the mattress with her legs spread. She barely held back laughter at Plane’s puzzled face and exclaimed in a slightly higher voice, ‘It’s just more comfortable for me! Who knows how long you’ll take, I can’t stand all this time.’ Plane swallowed a sharp reply and obediently crawled to the edge of the bed. Nymphia pulled a pillow from behind her back and tossed it to Plane. ‘I’m being nice today, so I’m letting you get comfortable too.’ Plane irritably pressed the unlucky pillow under her knees and already started regretting agreeing to this voluntary humiliation. Nymphia smiled, watching her struggle. Lowering herself onto her forearms, she threw her head dramatically back, pretending to be bored to death. Her behavior finally drove Plane mad: she lunged at her cock with such fury that Nymphia was ready to defend herself with her legs. But the moment Plane sucked the tip into her wet mouth, Nymphia lost all her prepared smugness. All she could do was fall back into her indifferent pose and desperately try not to give away her real feelings. Meanwhile, Plane sucked her cock with loud smacks. Her anger faded quickly, just like Nymphia’s arrogance. Plane enjoyed the taste — salty, with a hint of fruity sweetness — for the first time she savored her natural lube. Her lips wrapped tightly around the shaft, and she worked her tongue skillfully, sometimes teasing, sometimes tickling the tip. Nymphia began moaning through clenched lips, and Plane went even further. The shaft was drenched in spit, so Plane easily started taking it deeper. She didn’t rush — she paused when the tip touched her palate, slid her tongue along the shaft, and went back up. Nymphia grabbed the sheets and nearly growled. Then Plane wrapped her thumb and forefinger around the base and dropped down low, letting the cock slide deep into her throat. She felt the lube coating her throat and the shaft filling every space. Plane gagged and couldn’t hold back a sweet moan. She barely had time to lift her head when Nymphia pulled her by the chin onto the bed. Shaking off the rest of her clothes, they tangled in a passionate kiss. Suddenly, Nymphia pushed Plane onto her back with unusual force and straddled her legs. The position felt odd for Plane, and she was almost disappointed, when Nymphia handed her a half-empty tube. ‘Not like last time,’ she said strictly. ‘We’ll prepare properly first.’ Plane made a face. ‘Didn’t you prep yourself?’ she asked hopefully. Nymphia smiled mysteriously, ‘You’ll find out.’ Nymphia turned around and brought her ass to Plane’s face. She was too shocked to protest, and it was too late to back out anyway. Plane was already burning with arousal, so she eagerly started licking her hole. She didn’t notice anything unusual and relaxed, but the surprise came from elsewhere. Nymphia wasted no time: she wanted to bring Plane close to the edge, so she started actively licking and stroking her cock. Plane stopped and moaned. Nymphia mumbled, ‘Don’t get distracted there.’ As hard as it was to push her own pleasure aside, Plane focused on her task. She squeezed out the rest of the tube into her palm and started massaging around the hole, sliding one finger in, then two. Nymphia moaned but kept playing with Plane’s shaft, already dripping with spit and lube. ‘Nymphia, I can’t hold it anymore,’ Plane groaned, biting her lip. Nymphia felt it. She quickly turned and looked at Plane. Sweat rolled down her face, her slightly swollen lips parted, and her eyes burned with desire. Without breaking eye contact, Nymphia lifted herself, grabbed Plane’s cock, and slowly sat down on it. ‘That’s more like it,’ Nymphia exhaled, moving gently, getting used to the feeling. Plane, enraptured, stroked her thighs, squeezed her cheeks, ran her hand over her toned abs. Yes, this was a strange position for her, but Nymphia was so captivating in her dominant aura that it was impossible to resist her charm. Nymphia knew it. She reveled not just in the role, but in Plane’s emotions, her strong hands, her pleasure — which was fully at Nymphia’s disposal. She quickened her pace and was now bouncing hard on Plane, feeling the thrusts in return. ‘I’m… about to… cum,’ Plane moaned. Without stopping, Nymphia grabbed Plane’s hand and put it on her cock. The moment Plane squeezed the hot flesh, cum gushed onto her palm. ‘Oooh,’ Nymphia gasped and at the same time felt Plane exploding inside her. She rolled to the side and, exhausted, stretched out on her stomach. ‘And why didn’t you prep this time?’ Plane grumbled, flopping onto the pillow. ‘Wanted to give you the honor,’ Nymphia mumbled faintly into the sheets. ‘Of course,’ Plane said, reaching for her bag. There was a smile in her voice.

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‘Have I satisfied you enough, Miss Banana?’ Plane asked, wiping herself with wet wipes. ‘That’s what you should ask, Planey Jane,’ Nymphia answered mockingly, watching her efforts, then added, ‘After all, you’re the winner, right?’ ‘I’m not even sure who won here,’ Plane admitted, running her finger along Nymphia’s shoulder. ‘You were the one who came up with that deal. And if you won Drag Race, it doesn’t mean you’ll always win here. I think that’s exactly what you meant before the elimination.’ Plane sighed, realizing this was the crucial moment for an explanation. ‘Nymphia, I know I wronged you…’ she began, choosing her words carefully. ‘I didn’t support you, though I should’ve. It’s just that my crazy drive to win came back.’ Nymphia listened closely, meeting her eyes. ‘I admit, I got jealous when you won. I needed to catch up with you. That’s the kind of person I am.’ Plane spread her hands, while Nymphia kept her calm gaze on her. ‘And yes, I didn’t even notice you had problems with Snatch Game. And even after filming, I stayed in my winner’s world, blind to everything else. It’s hard for me to find the right words when someone near me needs support…’ ‘Because you can’t understand what other people feel,’ Nymphia finished for her. Plane pulled Nymphia into her chest and said firmly, ‘I’m trying to understand what you feel. And I’m trying to pick the right words. Back then, I was very harsh, so let me rephrase it so you’ll know I didn’t say it to hurt you. I know you’re very strong — maybe even stronger than me — but for some reason you’re afraid to fight. You can do everything yourself, and you don’t need me for your wins. I can’t help you there…’ ‘I get it,’ Nymphia whispered. ‘Sometimes I forget you’re my rival.’ ‘You’re the best rival,’ Plane admitted, laying her on her back and leaning closer to her face. ‘I want to see you by my side till the end. Promise you won’t give up and will go with me to the finale.’ ‘I promise,’ Nymphia replied and pulled Plane to her.