My Anti-hero Fairy System

Without another word, their lips met in a passionate embrace. Their tongues danced together as they undressed each other, revealing their toned bodies. Cara's heart pounded in her chest as she ran her hands over Ashley's soft curves.

"You're so beautiful," Cara whispered, her fingers tracing the outline of Ashley's perky breasts.

"So are you," Ashley replied, her eyes gleaming with desire. "Now, let's see how good you taste…again."

Ashley gently pushed Cara onto the bed and positioned herself between Cara's legs. She leaned down and, with a soft moan, began to explore Cara's inner folds with her tongue.

[I think I will excuse myself now.]

'Whatever you do is upto you.'

Cara arched her back, her fingers intertwining with Ashley's hair as the gorgeous blonde worked her clit with slow, deliberate strokes.

"Oh, fuck, Ashley," Cara moaned, her hips bucking against Ashley's face. "Right there, don't stop."

Ashley continued to pleasure Cara, her tongue darting in and out of her pussy with increasing intensity. Cara's moans grew louder and more uninhibited with each passing moment.

"I'm so close," Cara gasped, her voice barely above a whisper. "Keep going, I want to cum all over your face."

Ashley nodded, her eyes never leaving Cara's. She redoubled her efforts, her tongue moving faster and more aggressively against Cara's throbbing clit. The room filled with the sounds of Cara's pleasure, her moans growing louder and more urgent, even with her attempts at lowering her voice.

"Oh, god!" Cara cried out, her entire body shaking as her orgasm washed over her in waves of ecstasy. "That was amazing, Ashley."

Cara pulled Ashley up to her, their lips meeting in a deep, passionate kiss. She could taste herself on Ashley's lips, and the realization only served to heighten her arousal.

"Your turn," Cara whispered, her voice husky with desire. "Let me show you how good I am with my tongue."

She gently pushed Ashley onto her back and knelt between her legs. Cara's tongue darted out, licking Ashley's dripping wet pussy with long, deliberate strokes. Ashley moaned softly, her fingers digging into the sheets as Cara's tongue expertly found her clit.

"Fuck, Cara," Ashley moaned, her hips bucking against Cara's face. "Right there, right there. Keep going."

Cara continued to pleasure Ashley, her tongue moving faster and more aggressively against her clit. Ashley's moans grew louder and more uninhibited with each passing moment.

"I'm so close," Ashley gasped, her voice barely above a whisper. "Keep going, I want to wet your face with my cum."

Cara nodded, her eyes never leaving Ashley's. She redoubled her efforts, her tongue moving faster and more aggressively against Ashley's throbbing clit. The room filled with the sounds of Ashley's pleasure, her moans growing louder and more intense.

"Oh, fucking Christ!" Ashley cried out, her entire body shaking as her orgasm washed over her in waves of ecstasy. "That was amazing, Cara."

Ashley pulled Cara toward her, their lips meeting in a deep, fervent kiss. They lay entwined, their bodies pressed together as their tongues danced in a rhythm only they could feel, the room heavy with the warmth of their shared intimacy. The world outside faded into irrelevance, leaving only the quiet hum of their afterglow.

As the night wore on, Cara broke the silence, her voice soft yet curious. "Do you really want to run a ranch?"

Ashley, startled for a moment, smiled faintly. "Huh? So you caught that?"

"It was hard not to," Cara said, her fingers lazily combing through Ashley's golden hair.

"You know," Ashley said, with a teasing glint in her eyes, "we don't have to talk about stuff like this. We can just stick to having sex and not say a word."

Cara leaned in close, her breath warm against Ashley's ear. "Is that what you want?" she whispered, her voice barely audible.

"No," Ashley admitted, her playful tone softening into something more serious. "I do want to rant about it, but it won't change anything. My father will always pick Travis over me, no matter what. No matter how qualified or experienced I am, my vagina will always be an obstacle." Her expression darkened, resignation settling across her face.

Cara raised a brow, offering a wry smile. "This sounds like a scene from "The Vagina Monologues." But seriously, I get it. Still, running a ranch is no joke. It's tedious, grueling work. Are you sure it's even worth it?"

Sylvester had worked at a ranch before as a teenager, and his memories of it were hectic.

Ashley sighed and shifted onto her back, staring up at the ceiling. "The ranch is more than just a piece of land. It's a symbol of the Wesley family legacy—our wealth, our power. Whoever controls the ranch, controls everything."

"So," Cara said, tilting her head to study Ashley, "you're not really interested in the ranch itself. It's what it represents that you care about?"

Ashley glanced at her, a faint smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Now you're getting it. And yet my father wants to hand it all over to my party-boy brother while he marries me off to some wealthy family to 'consolidate' our fortune." Her smirk faltered, replaced by a bitter chuckle. "You might think I was the one who lost when you stole Kyle from me, but the truth is, it was my father who lost out."

Cara blinked, the realization hitting her like a jolt. Sylvester, deep inside her mind, pieced it together—stealing Kyle from Ashley hadn't been an act of sabotage. It had been a favor.

"Are you saying you never loved Kyle?" Cara asked carefully.

Ashley laughed, the sound both genuine and laced with exasperation. "No, I never loved him. But I could tolerate him. He was a safe choice, predictable, manageable. Speaking of Kyle, have you seen him since your... resurrection?"

"We haven't run into each other yet," Cara admitted. "And honestly? I'm not exactly looking forward to it."

Ashley laughed again, her eyes crinkling with amusement. "So let me get this straight—you died, came back to life, and now you're a full-blown lesbian? I don't know... Even I had trouble resisting Kyle's ridiculous pecs."

Cara chuckled faintly, the tension easing from her shoulders. She had seen photos of Kyle—enough to understand why Ashley doubted her newfound preferences. But Ashley couldn't know, and would likely never know, the truth: Cara wasn't really Cara anymore.

"Let's change the subject," Cara said, her voice light but firm, eager to steer the conversation away from dangerous territory.

Ashley arched her brow, her lips quaking into a playful grin. "Change it to what, exactly?"

Cara smiled, her tone sly. "How about we talk about how you can become the boss and own it all?"

Ashley's expression softened, the weight of her ambitions flickering across her face as she settled back into the moment, her guard slipping just enough to let Cara in.