The House She Gooned
Copyright© 2025 by Shad0wgoone
Chapter 11: Claire. Nadia. Porn.
The warmth of Claire’s body pressed against Nadia’s as they navigated the plush carpet, both dripping with shared steam and desire. They didn’t bother with towels, their skin tingling pleasantly from the cool air brushing across dampness. The walk to the living room was a series of intertwined limbs and lingering touches, each brush sending another jolt of heat through Nadia’s core.
Claire stumbled slightly, laughter bubbling up in her chest as she caught Nadia’s arm, “Whoa there, clumsy goddess.” She grinned down at Nadia, eyes dark with lust, before pressing a quick kiss to the curve of her jaw. Nadia felt a blush creep across her cheeks. The screens flickered with a kaleidoscope of images — naked bodies writhing, tangled limbs, and whispered moans in a chorus of pleasure.
They settled onto the couch, sprawling amidst cushions that seemed to absorb them both in their luxurious embrace. Nadia’s head fell back against Claire’s chest, her fingers finding purchase in the damp curls clinging to Claire’s back. She felt Claire’s hand settle on her hip, kneading into the muscles with a rhythm that mirrored the pulse pounding in Nadia’s own ears.
“This is perfect, †Nadia murmured into Claire’s skin, inhaling the scent of shampoo and something uniquely Claire — musky warmth tinged with vanilla and something else she couldn’t quite place, but it felt intoxicatingly hers.
Claire hummed in agreement, her lips ghosting across Nadia’s temple before they found their way back to her own mouth. The kiss was hungry this time, a deep exploration of each other’s tastes, tongues swirling and meeting with a possessive urgency that mirrored the images flickering across the screens behind them. Nadia tangled her fingers in Claire’s damp hair, pulling her closer until there was barely room for air between them.
Then came the touch. A slow, deliberate exploration of nakedness against nakedness. Claire’s hand trailed down Nadia’s spine, drawing a shiver through her as fingertips skimmed over the dip just below her shoulder blades. The sensation was electric, setting Nadia’s skin alight.
“God, †Claire whispered, breath warm on Nadia’s neck as she pulled back slightly to meet Nadia’s gaze. Those dark eyes held hers with an intensity that made Nadia’s knees go weak. “I can’t believe this is finally happening.” Nadia smiled, the curve of her lips mirroring the soft pout Claire was already wearing, “Me neither.” The words were barely audible, lost in the heat building between them.
Their fingers intertwined, tangling as they moved together on the couch, bodies fitting like puzzle pieces. It started slow, a languid exploration of each other’s curves and hollows, a whispered conversation in the language of touch. A hand explored the dip just below Nadia’s ribs, eliciting a sigh that seemed to vibrate through Claire’s chest as she pressed closer, burying her fingers in Nadia’s damp hair.
Then came the sliding friction of thigh against thigh, the soft groan that escaped Claire’s lips when Nadia shifted to meet them, legs intertwining, pushing their bodies flush together. The air thickened with shared breath and the scent of skin mingling under the insistent glow of the monitors behind them. They touched their pussies together and began to hump without a care in the world.
“Addicts, †Claire breathed out against Nadia’s shoulder, her voice husky with a laugh that had more than a hint of desperation to it. “We’re such fucking addicts.†Nadia chuckled in response, pulling back slightly to kiss her lips again, lingering there for a moment before tracing the line of Claire’s jaw with her tongue. “Can’t help ourselves, can we?” she murmured against Claire’s skin. “Not like this.”
Their bodies moved as one, following the rhythm of the screen behind them - two figures on separate screens intertwining in ways that mirrored their own. Nadia felt Claire’s heat radiating against her, tasted the sweet tang of arousal in a kiss stolen between strokes.
The air shimmered with shared energy, and the monitors pulsed with it. The scenes shifted on screen, becoming more explicit, mirroring the intensity building between them. The sultry moans seemed to take a life of their own becoming a supernatural chorus of pleasure. A scene of women entwined in a heated embrace morphed into one where tongues met hungrily, echoing the taste of Claire’s lips against Nadia’s. The rhythm quickened as they moved together, fingers finding purchase in damp curls, hips pushing and grinding with insistent urgency. The two women were intertwined in an intimate moment stealing glances at each other and the screen. A permanent feedback loop seeded by porn addiction and desire.
“It’s like it knows, †Nadia gasped, her voice breathless as she arched her back into Claire’s touch, meeting a shuddering intake of breath from the woman pressed against her. The world outside of their tangled limbs and shared heat seemed to melt away, leaving only the pulse of their own desires amplified by the unseen force resonating between them and the screens before them.
Their hands moved with practiced ease, exploring each other with an intimacy that ran deeper than simple pleasure. They were lost in a symphony of touch and sound, punctuated by moans and gasps, punctuated by the flickering images on their screens.
Nadia felt Claire’s hips tilt against hers as she pressed down harder, finding that sweet spot where Nadia’s breaths hitched and her muscles coiled tighter around them both. They fell into rhythm, a primal dance of bodies intertwined under the hypnotic glow of the screens. Their slick sensual wetness coated their legs in a sheen that only lesbian sex and porn could provide. It was chaotic and beautiful, messy and consuming.
“Oh God, Nadia,” Claire groaned, pressing forward with renewed fervor as she met Nadia’s pace. “So good.”
Nadia’s fingers dug into Claire’s scalp, pulling her closer still as she rode that wave of pleasure, riding it out until she came undone with a gasp, the sound swallowed by Claire’s own sigh and the murmur of voices from the screen behind them.
As their breathing finally slowed to something resembling calm, Nadia leaned back against the couch cushion, Claire’s weight heavy and warm against her. The room hummed with a lingering electricity, the screens still flickered with images that now seemed less seductive and more comforting.
“What was that?†Nadia asked quietly, turning her head to look up at Claire. She saw something in those dark eyes — a reflection of her own yearning and satisfaction, a flicker of vulnerability beneath the lust that had fueled them both.
Claire smiled, a slow, contented curve of her lips as she reached down to tuck a stray curl behind Nadia’s ear. “That, †she said, tracing a fingertip along Nadia’s jawline, “was us finally letting go.†Nadia leaned forward and kissed Claire once more. The soft moans of porn were playing in the background cementing this experience forever in their memory.
Not long after, Claire and Nadia drifted off to sleep while porn continued to play on their PC. They made love in front of this electronic shrine and it was pleased. It was Nadia that awoke first. The computer was calling her by name. A sound barely above a whisper on the speakers. The screens spelled out “GOON” and a sensual slow and hypnotic flicker. Nadia untangled herself from Claire and slowly made her way to the screen under a trance. As she sat down in front of the monitors, the enchanted machine began to play a kaleidoscope of hypnotic porn urging her to touch herself. Urging her to masturbate, urging her to keep watching, urging her to feed her addiction. It compelled her to watch and edge and hold back her orgasm. It was as if the machine had a will all its own, feeding off of Nadia’s desires, manipulating them, twisting them for its own dark purpose. Nadia began to chant “I love porn” over and over.
The hypnotic chorus of porn and pleasure drew Claire back from sleep, the rhythmic whispers and moans washing over her like a wave. Her eyes fluttered open to find Nadia bathed in the strobing glow of the screen, a tableau of tangled limbs and flushed skin illuminated by flickering images. A strange slackness hung about Nadia’s shoulders, her breathing shallow and punctuated by soft moans that seemed caught somewhere between pleasure, pain, and ecstasy.
Something about the scene wasn’t right. The porn played with an almost feverish intensity, unlike anything Claire had made or downloaded for herself. She instinctively knew the hidden code was in control. The women on screen were contorting in ways that felt less sensual and more desperate, their cries echoing Nadia’s own muted gasps.
It was as if the images weren’t just stimulating her, but possessing her, weaving themselves into her very being.
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