Windaria stared at the nude assassin on the other side of the bed. Sebille’s seductive, muscular body was covered with scars and marks, each one telling a story. The newest were a set of nail marks on her skin, left moments prior by Windaria’s own hands. There was a subtle smile on her lips.
Windaria had never expected to have Sebille on her ship, let alone in her cabin. Sebille had been icy to her at first. They had agreed to work together out of convenience. Sebille always knew what she wanted. As Windaria kept her on her ship, she gained Sebille’s trust. It was that or end up on the bad end of her needle.
But Sebille always knew what she wanted. She had ordered Windaria to strip. She had kept complete control of the action. She had driven Windaria to a powerful orgasm.
How could that cold killer look so serine? Windaria reached out, brushing her fingers against the assasin’s breast. The soft skin felt too beautiful to encase that cold heart.
Sebille’s eyes opened. “What’s on your mind, darling?”
“Where did you learn to do all those things?” Windaria asked.
Sebille grew quiet, reaching for her blade. Windaria froze. Sebille only pricked her own finger and pressed it to Windaria’s lips.
As soon as the copper-like flavour hit her tongue, Windaria was transported from her cabin. The room tripled in size. The wooden planks were replaced with cold stone walls. She was face-down on the floor. When she lifted her head, she saw a nude human woman. She brushed black hair out of her eyes.
Black, not blonde. She must be in Sebille’s memory.
“Do it again,” a deep voice ordered. “Properly.” It had to be her master.
The human woman came closer. A thin shaft of moonlight caught the red symbol on her cheek. She was a slave too.
She put her head between the human’s legs. Her lips were tired, but she couldn’t disobey. The other woman was just as exhausted. It took a ridiculous amount of effort to coax a tiny orgasm from the human woman. Master would be upset.
The room swam as the memory faded. Sebille stared into Windaria’s eyes. Neither elf-woman wanted to speak. Windaria just held Sebille. The assassin closed her eyes, unwilling to show emotion.
Windaria sighed, “I’m sorry you had to go through that. It’s such a horrible taste.”
“Don’t be sorry. There are so many others in the world. They wash out the taste,” Sebille replied.
Windaria held Sebille’s cheek, covering her living mark. She kissed the assassin slowly. It was just what she needed.
“Let’s taste something better,” Windaria whispered.
Windaria kissed her way down Sebille’s body. Every scar on the assassin’s body was covered with a kiss. Sebille recognised what Windaria was doing. She relaxed into the pillows. When Windaria reached Sebille’s hips, she ran her fingers along them. Her breath teased Sebille’s thighs. She slowly licked between them. The sweet flavour mixed with passionate memories.
Windaria rubbed Sebille’s clit until it was pink. Her subtle scent mixed with the smell of candle smoke. Passion burned in the captain’s heart. She didn’t need to taste Sebille to know what she wanted now.
The captain turned around, placing Sebille’s head between her legs. The long elf ears teased her thighs.
“I will never let you come to harm,” Windaria stated.
Windaria placed her lips on Sebille’s clit, letting the emotions wash over her. She tightened her grip on those strong legs. Then, when she was ready, she began to kiss Sebille’s sweet spots. Sebille responded in kind.
Their minds mixed together as their passions grew. Every touch and every taste brought on new, dizzying sensations. Memories combined with the present until neither woman could tell whose memories belonged to whose. It only let up when one of them took a few moments to catch their breath.
During those moments, an elf-woman would look at her partner’s body. She would wonder at all the experiences that she knew. The erotic energy would fill her veins and renew her strength. Then, she would dive back in, letting the feelings move her the way the ship moved at sea.
Sebille’s legs began to shake. The love and devotion Windaria had for her was almost overwhelming. The blonde elf had never known the misery she had, and her pure heart made Sebille lose track of her senses. Gasping, Sebille came. Windaria’s sweet tongue took care of all of Sebille’s juices.
Seconds later, Windaria came too. Sebille lapped it all up. It was the sweet, loving nectar that had been missing from her life for so long. Sebille felt the comforted.
Sebille grabbed the lithe elf-woman, pinning her to the bed face-up. The blonde locks looked so beautiful around her head. She already looked divine.
Sebille kissed her again. Windaria’s flavours were so sweet and enchanting. She didn’t want to taste anyone else like this.
Their kisses passed messages nobody else would know. Windaria had far less experience than Sebille, but all of her previous times had been with people she cared about. Sebille’s mountains of knowledge made her an expert at fucking, but this was the first time that she had truly made love to someone.
They kept kissing, exchanging thoughts, feelings, and stories. Painful experiences. Pleasant dreams. Lovers left behind.
“To hold someone as wonderful as you…” Sebille sighed. “Is there anything better?”
“Holding you, my love.” Windaria’s eyes sparkled.
The candles burned down as Sebille and Wendaria kissed each other. Their shared desire boiled over. They came again, soiling the red sheets.
Not one inch of either woman’s body was spared that night. There was so much to experience. Their minds and lusts drove them to work until their bodies couldn’t take it anymore. Even when they were exhausted, they only rested enough to recharge their libidos.
Only the call of Lady Vengance could rouse them from the bed. Sebille joked about the poor timing. Their muscles barely allowed them to stand, let alone dress. The elf women left the cabin knowing they would soon return.
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