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Short Story S:1 P:9 - Eternal Youth - Part Three

*WARNING! Adult sexual content to follow. Reader discretion is advised. You don't like it, don't read it.

Previously* [“I have come for you and I intend to give you everything you have been waiting for,” she declared between them as their heartbeats found thunder and their eyes flashed like lightning.]


This!
This creature!
This woman of prime youth and beauty with her skin of peaches and cream and hair of the sun!
She felt her! Not just flush against her body, their fingers pressing, their lips scant centimeters apart—but in the depths of soul where its needs had only ever been satisfied temporarily. She was like a Cinder, harmless outside of a fire but here, in her domain where flames of all kind raged, she sparked hungered so ravenous she felt her mouth water with it.
“If you....satisfy what needs you have here,” she whispered hoarsely, her breath ghosting onto lips that were just begging for her teeth, “you can never leave here. Those are the rules of the Magic that...binds the lands.”
“I know,” the girl replied, hazels eyes flecked with colors of the forest content in this knowledge. She could see so many other emotions pulsing through them, but the words and the lightness of her easy acceptance drew shivers across her flesh.
Oh this woman. She was indeed something more than she had first perceived.
“Are you sure?” She just had to be clear, her restraint was waning quickly.
“Yes,” was the bare reply she received, and she caved with a growl of need.
Their lips met, firm, and sweet, and oh so silky. She felt her breath seize in her lungs, a noise much like a constrained whimper echoed out of the younger woman and they parted for the merest of seconds before they came together again and again, pressing harder against one another to relish in the tingles that shot through their bodies with each sparking touch.
The fingers that had wrapped themselves in her cloak flexed with desire and she felt them curl against her body while their heads shifted and their lips parted to allow tongues to finally slide along swollen lips, passing the sides of each other, and into hot wet mouths. It was unclear if the moans that bounced off the marble around them had come from the contact they had made in verbal ecstasy, or from the essence of past seekers watching them taste one another from the watery pools. Either way, the low rumbles remained as they swept along teeth, tickled pink roofs and dragged their tongues across one another as they drew back for a breath only to dive right back in.
Her hands, which had come to rest on firm hips, began to drift up, her fingers scratching, with just the right amount of pressure, at the skin concealed from her by the light tunic and cloak. She skirted them up along the younger woman’s sides and back, drawing out moans and sighs like musical notes from an instrument. She hummed in arousal at the sounds, her body heating up and her core quickly starting to swell with slick heat.
She dove her fingers into that hay colored hair and her own moans reverberated out of her chest into the other woman’s mouth as the soft curls twined around her fingers and her nails scraped gently at the base of her neck. Drawing in a deep breath as they parted again, the smell of the girl’s summer kissed skin starting to prickle with sweat danced across her tastebuds to mingle with the flavors she had just parted from, and she salivated for more.
Digging her fingers in, she pulled the girl’s head back, arching her neck towards her and trailed her lips up and down the taunt muscles, leaving a hot trail of open kisses and fluttering her tongue against a rapid pulse point as it pounded beneath the sweet flesh. The mix of scents and flavors were heady and she felt her head swimming as if buzzed with mead. She didn’t even hesitate to part her lips in an almost feral snarl and drag her teeth along the same paths she had made with heated kisses. The girl’s knees sagged as she cried out but she didn’t collapse or pull away.
No, she pushed forward, her right knee forcing itself between thighs and her fingers fleeing her cloak just long enough to yank it apart, snapping the clasp near her chest and tossing it to the floor behind her. She didn’t even have time to register where the hands had gone after that before she felt fingers dig into the flesh of bare backside and pull her forward to drag her wet core across the fabric of skin tight breeches.
It was her turn to cry out as she arched into the contact. With a growl of her own, the young woman dipped her head forward and sank her teeth into the tendon that met the base of her throat with her collarbone. Another cry left her lips and she bucked forward—the wet heat of a flicking tongue—the slightly bruising pressure of the teeth, and the threaded texture of the encased thigh flexing along her sensitive nether lips all driving her blood to pump through her body like lava. Her breasts, her nipples already hard and rubbing deliciously against the girl’s tunic, rose and fell erratically with shuddering breaths.
Never had anyone made her feel like this.
As if she was being swayed by the very madness that had drove so many to her, and she realized she finally understood what it was like to be filled with such Searing Need. She knew restlessness. She had mastered varying hungers. But she had never been driven to a state that felt more wild than the spirit of the wolf that bound itself to her ages ago.
This girl—no, This Woman, was true to her words. She was going to take her and, oh, she so desperately wanted her to.
With barely focused senses, she roughly pulled the girl away from her and sealed their mouths in contact before she could even protest. Forcing them both to breath out their noses as they pressed needy lips together, she quickly began backpedaling, dragging the younger woman by her hands still nestled in her hair, towards the throne she had been resting in when she had first felt the girl cross into her kingdom.
Stumbling onto the dias, she pulled away long enough to slap her hand upon a decorative mark accenting her throne and suddenly they were descending, the dias sinking into the floor as their bodies and mouths came together again

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