#####It had not even been a full week since her attack on her uncle, and Lolita had yet to return to Dahlia de Mai for more than a few minutes. She had returned to her tree only to get her satchel of supplies, not wanting to allow her body to rot. As much as she wished herself to physically die in the way that everyone else did, especially after her failed attempt at killing her uncle, the cream-colored woman did not want to risk having to walk through her afterlife for eternity with rotting flesh. Smoking would keep her physical body in good enough shape to not bring horrified looks from everyone she passed in her wandering. The risks of the effects of not smoking were absolutely not worth it, so she had returned to her pack long enough to gather her belongings and then return to the city. Lolita had not returned to the house in which she had attacked Vigilante, out of concern that he might still be there, lying in wait to finish her off. He may not have fought back when she had attacked him, but it would all be on even ground if he attacked her first the next time that they were to meet. . . And there would be one.


#####“What the hell!?” she shouted in response to the impact of someone running straight into her in her safe house, her body stumbling forward from the sheer surprise of the hit. Sharply turning around, the flamboyant woman took in the sight of the frazzled girl, oversize shepherd ears taking in her pleas. Her expression softened and the anger in her emerald eyes gone as fast as it had flashed in to begin with. The girl looked so hassled, so terrified, that Lolita could not be angry with her. No matter what her rage had been like just moments before, it was nearly forgotten now as she took in the sight of the girl’s tear-streaked face. She lowered herself to crouch beside the girl, lithe hand reaching out to stroke the girl’s hair. It was a motherly gesture, but the Dahlian’s thoughts were nothing of the sort. First and foremost, she wanted to comfort the girl, and on a selfish level, she wanted to make herself feel better after the past five days. She felt she deserved some way of making herself feel better.


#####Lolita leaned forward, using her other hand to pick up the book that had fallen out of the girl’s bag. It had not been her fault that everything had fallen, and she would have been absolutely livid if the contents of her own bag had been strewn all over the floor. Thankfully, her bag was safely tucked in the corner of the small room. Still, though it was not her fault, Lolita wanted to help the girl feel better, and helping her gather her things might be a good start. “Shhh, shh,” she soothed, her voice quiet as she stroked at the girl’s dark hair. “I’m not going to hurt you, sweetie. . . Tell Lolita what happened,” she said softly, both introducing herself to the much younger girl and also inquiring about the girl’s current state. Something must have happened, and her immediate thoughts fell to her uncle, no matter how illogical it was. Her uncle had only been notorious for harming criminals, and Lolita highly doubted that this young girl could even possibly be one of those types.

#####Only once before had she seen someone who was so fearful of what was happening right then, and it brought back painful memories for the cream-colored woman to see the fear gripping Cambria. The last time that she had seen anyone so scared had been her lovely Pippa’s face, the face of the sweetest and most tender angel, and it had been on the day of her death. Her thoughts turned back to that day as Cambria retold what had just spooked her so much, the rage that had encrypted her brother’s snarl as he attacked her so very vivid in her mind. Instead of imaging some faceless man moving towards Cambria menacingly, Lolita only saw her awful brother advancing on the chocolate-colored girl, and her arms tightened around her instinctively when Cambria held her out of fear. Though she did not know the girl’s name, and knew nothing about her, she already cared for this girl so much. In her mind’s eye, she was holding a terrified Pippa, wanting to protect her from the evils of the world.


#####“Your heart’s beating very fast,” she said softly, feeling it against her own chest before lowering her slender hand to touch the girl’s chest, almost savoring the feeling of the girl’s heart beating. Physically, her own heart did beat, just as anyone else’s did, but she was never able to realize it. It had been so long since she had been with anyone to feel the steady thumping of their heart. A small bit of pressure applied to the younger girl’s chest as Lolita closed her eyes, resting her head on top of Cambria’s. She did not know how to make the girl feel better, but she so desperately wanted to. There was a connection there now, after she had associated the scared girl with her beloved sister. Her unoccupied arm dropped to the small of the girl’s back, sitting just above the curve of her butt as Lolita held her closer, hand still resting on the girl’s heart and breast. The way that she had always comforted Pippa came to mind, but she did not know if this was the time and place. Lolita needed reassurance before she could continue.


#####She would never hurt the girl, simply based on her timid nature. No one had ever pulled at her heart strings as much as her sister had, so passionate and fearful, but this girl was a painful and close reminder of those feelings. “You do not need to worry about me hurting you,” she said knowingly, hoping against hope that Cambria would not be afraid of her. “I would never hurt you.” She could not say the same for everyone else, but even if something happened and she and this girl did not end up getting along—or worse—Lolita knew she could never speak ill of this young girl, could never harm her. Cambria had reminded her too much of Pippa, and now that would never leave her mind.

#####Lolita could not possibly know the effect she was having on the young Dreamer, but if she had, she would have held her more tightly without a second thought. She was doing something important by comforting the young girl, and it occurred to her that this might have been what Kaena had been referring to by telling her she had something great to do yet. Perhaps the silver-furred canine had known that she would be needed to comfort this young girl somehow, and Lolita would not have put it past the Centurion’s obvious wisdom to possibly be able to see vaguely into the future. In some way, she was finding comfort in the young girl as well, the touch that they were sharing sending small shockwaves through her body. It had been such a long time since she had held someone so intimately or been held. Too much time had passed since the last time she had touched or been touched, and now she was finding it in Cambria.


#####The girl leaned in closer, as if she were silently urging Lolita to touch her more. The Dahlian did not know how innocent this girl was, but she had her suspicions about it, considering how young and timid she was. “That’s a pretty name,” she said softly, smiling, feeling Cambria’s heartbeat slow down some. Her presence was having a very good effect on the girl, but Lolita immediately associated the lack of a pounding heartbeat with the way that her hand was touching the girl’s chest. Pulling their embrace closer, Lolita moved her hand gently, the thin fur of her fingers and palm running gently over the soft fur of the girl’s young breast. Cambria seemed to be comfortable and enjoying this, which had been enough of a sign for her that she could continue. She did not want to stop anymore, and she wanted to continue their touch. Breaking the connection that had formed so quickly would not be acceptable to her now; she needed this too much to even consider stopping now, unless Cambria tried to break away from her. Lolita hoped she wouldn’t.


#####This would probably be the first time that anyone had ever touched Cambria in this way, and this would be the youngest that she had ever gone in a partner. She had been with her sister when they were very young, but that had been different. She had been the same age as Pippa then, but now there would certainly be a difference in age, even if it was not really there. Lolita still believed she had not aged since her death, but now she considered her age to be her time on the earth, very different from mental and physical age. While Lolita and Cambria might be close in age (she really did not know), she had much more time and experience on the earth than the young Dreamer did. Jade eyes closed as she inhaled the scent of the young girl, wanting to be closer to Cambria. She was not only giving the young girl the comfort she could, but seeking and taking it from her, as well.

#####Too much time had passed since she had been able to share intimate touches with anyone, and none had meant to so to her as it had when she was with Pippa. The direction that this was taking was leading down that road, and the similarities between her long lost sister and this young girl were so great that stopping would probably kill her again, emotionally this time. Lolita had always preferred the touch of other women—they simply knew how to please a woman better than a man ever could. Though the experienced ladies were the ones that knew how to pleasure her best, she had a tender spot for the innocent ones who did not know what they were doing. She had experience, so it made up for their lack of experience. She could teach them what to do and how to make someone feel good. Lolita wanted to feel good, and it seemed that Cambria did, too, even if she did not know exactly where this was going. The creamy Dahlian knew, though, and hoped Cambria would not stop her.


#####The compliment was a surprise, but not completely unexpected. Cambria was seemingly a sweet and timid young girl who would probably return any compliment she received. Her parents had raised her well, though it probably would do her a bit of good to not be so fearful of the world. That came with age and experience, though, just as the fear did. “Thank you,” she said, a small grin creeping over her petite muzzle at Cambria’s leaning into her touch. Lolita was completely comfortable with her sexuality and she knew that she had a lot of it floating around, not even able to remember the names of most of those that she had been intimate with. Truthfully, the only one she really remembered was the woman she loved, and she expected she would remember Cambria, as well, simply because of the similarities between Pippa and the young chocolate-furred Dreamer. Both were very pretty, sweet, timid. . . And Lolita liked that in her women, she supposed. Maybe that was why she would remember Cambria so much later.


#####Her hand moved again, rubbing with a bit more pressure. She did not want to rush the young girl, but she wanted to keep doing this, and then do much, much more. “Does that feel good?” she asked softly, though she knew the answer would be a positive one. It was unlikely that Cambria would have leaned in to the touch so willingly if it had not felt good to her. “Do you want to feel good? I can make you feel good,” she added comfortingly, the hand on the small of Cambria’s back falling slightly lower to rest right next to Cambria’s tail, a slight but firm pressure on the girl’s butt. She wanted to make Cambria feel good, but needed complete reassurance before she would keep going, and she needed Cambria to see where this might lead. Lolita wanted this, and wanted Cambria to want it, as well.

#####The confirmation was all that she needed, and a coy smile spread over her muzzle, emerald eyes gaining back some of the luster that they had once held when she was alive. When she saw them reflected back at her now that she was dead, Lolita never saw the vibrance that came with life. Smoking and drinking never brought the light back into her eyes, but intimacy always seemed to, especially when she felt such a sharp tug towards the individual. Here, in this strange room with this strange, timid girl, Lolita felt comfortable and excited. Knowing that Cambria wanted this too only encouraged her more, even if she suspected that the girl was far too young and inexperienced to understand what they were going to do. Sexuality was an important part of her life, even if there were periods of time that she suppressed it out of frustrations at having no one to be with. That had been the case basically since she had arrived in this area, and she was glad her first intimate encounter in the area was with someone so sweet.


#####The hand on Cambria’s butt lowered still to cup it at the curve, lifting it slightly as the hand on the young girl’s breast lowered slowly, her nimble fingers running over the sensitive flesh before trailing down her side gently. Lolita was becoming a bit adventurous in her touching, or would be soon, but she did not want to scare Cambria away. The hand rested at the very top of the girl’s thigh for a moment, gently stroking the fur there while the Monroe woman leaned closer, tongue reaching out to caress the outer creamy edge of the girl’s ear that was closest to her. She did not want to rush things, but she did not want to hold off much longer; even she was the only one really doing the touching, she was still going to find pleasure in the contact. Lolita was one of the lucky ones who was able to get off on others’ pleasure, which was particularly good when it came to growing intimate with those that had no experience in such matters.


#####Lolita lifted her hand from the girl’s inner thigh, tracing the bone of the girl’s pelvis until her hand was level with the curve of her hips, but towards the center of her body. She was incredibly sensitive to the touch right below there, even if it was not actually a part of her sex; perhaps Cambria would be sensitive there, as well. Her fingers trailed down gently, the lightest touch she could possibly manage as she moved in the general direction of Cambria’s warmth. More time would probably be necessary, but the girl seemed so receptive and Lolita did not want to stop. Once more, she hesitated, her fingers stopped just short of Cambria’s most sensitive flesh as she waited for some sign to continue. She did not want to force this, no matter how excited she was, the feeling of butterflies fluttering in her own warmth.

#####She could sense that the young girl was still unsure, but it was no matter. Lolita was not concerned about getting anything in return, her primary focus being the young Dreamer. The way her young body was shaking had changed in a way that the cream-colored woman could only believe was a positive way, no longer filled with fear and worry. Cambria’s body was compliant with Lolita’s gentle nudges and lifting, and she responded to the Dahlian’s gentle lick with one of her own, drawing a soft, quiet moan from Lolita as she arched her neck, nearly asking for more from the young girl. She always found those that had no experience to be the ones that were sweet and sensitive, and in a way, her own body reacted and emulated such things. With someone who was inexperienced, her own flesh was often more sensitive and receptive to touch, sending tingles down every nerve in her body.


#####Cambria’s unsteady hand moved to the front of Lolita’s slender body, settling in an unsure manner over the Dahlian’s breast. Lolita leaned in to the touch, urging Cambria to continue touching her in the way that she had been touching Cambria just moments before. It came as a surprise to know that Cambria wanted to touch her, too; she seemed to want to learn, and Lolita was absolutely more than willing to teach her. She could not deny that it was partially for selfish reasons. Even if she was not one to grow very attached to anyone she was intimate with, she knew that by being the girl’s first—and she would have been very surprised if she found out she was not—there would always be a bond between them. Even if they never saw one another again, a thought that was not actually crossing her mind at that point, so wrapped up in the pleasure that she was, she knew the bond would be there.


#####She let her experienced hand linger for another moment before drifting downwards, delving slowly, carefully between the young girl’s legs with little hesitation. Though she was nearly shivering with anticipation at what was to come, Lolita did not want to rush this for Cambria. She did not want to scare the girl, and she wanted this to be an enjoyable experience for her. The girl had already been frightened enough today and she did not need any more negative emotions hanging about her. Caressing the inside of Cambria’s thigh, the creamy Dahlian moved closer to the warmth between Cambria’s legs, the heat making her feel even more wet herself. She had lifted Cambria slightly just for this, and the waiting was more than she could handle as she gave in and moved her hand closer, just barely grazing the edge of Cambria’s untouched slit. She would need more preparation, of course, before Lolita could do what she wanted to do most, so the creamy hybrid massaged between Cambria’s legs gently, her own breathing shallow with anticipation.

#####Cambria was a young, frangible soul, someone who seemed so terribly easy to break. This only increased the creamy Dahlian’s fondness for her, Lolita’s desire to make her feel good increasing by the minute. She wanted this to be a memorable meeting for the young girl, even if she was not remembered in face and name. It would not be very different from the way she handled most of her intimate meetings for her to be easily forgotten, although a piece of her deep within was hoping that the young Dreamer was not going to forget her any time soon, or ever. There was something special about knowing that she was this young girl’s first, even if Cambria had not actually specified this. The creamy hybrid simply knew it was true, even without confirmation. There were too many signs to ignore, and she was actually a little proud to be the one to introduce the girl to such pleasurable activities as sex.


#####Uncertain movements around her breast drew Lolita’s attention, and she smiled softly, nodding encouragingly at what she was doing. “That’s good,” she coaxed, her own breathing sharpening at the littlest bit of pressure from the young and inexperienced hands. Lolita wanted to encourage the girl to give as well as receive, but that was not as important as it was for her to make Cambria feel good. She could easily take care of herself later if needed, but she wanted the Dreamer to experience all that could be offered through intimacy and sex. It was not just pleasure that could come from it, but a sense of closeness and contact with another living individual—she need not tell Cambria that she was not actually alive, for she was certain that it might frighten the girl too much for her to be able to continue her administrations. She never found much personal closeness from sex anymore, not since Pippa, but she did not mind. She did not love anyone, and she did not kiss—that was fine with her, and actually preferred.


#####The shaking of the young girl’s legs went noticed immediately, and for a moment, she ceased the movements of her fingers, contemplating what should be done about Cambria’s trembling. It did not seem to be the type that came from fear, but rather, the complete opposite, so she shifted her weight, moving one hand under the girl’s shoulders and the other beneath her rear, laying her out on the floor. It would be better for her to be lying down, since this was so much new stimulation. Taking a moment to study the girl’s body thoughtfully, Lolita leaned next to her left side, her left hand returning to the warmth between her legs and her right hand resting on the young girl’s breast again. Lolita did not need much in return, especially since she was trying to help Cambria feel better and to take her mind off of that scary, scary man in the library. It seemed more than likely that she was succeeding at that task.

#####Moving the girl to the floor seemed to have been a good idea, since the trembling ceased and she seemed to enjoy the creamy Dahlian’s administrations even more. It did not seem likely that Cambria would regret this later, but Lolita knew that there was always that very slim chance that could happen and she wanted to make this as enjoyable for the young girl as possible. Even if she regretted Lolita, the flamboyant woman did not want Cambria to ever regret what they had done. Living with regrets was not a good thing, and it only led to depression and loneliness; Lolita knew this from experience. Working her fingers on the young girl’s breast with more pressure, she became a bit more adventurous with her other hand, no longer simply massaging her outer lips. She slipped one of her slender fingers into Cambria’s warmth briefly, not very deep at all, searching for some type of reaction from the girl.