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The Wrong Kind of Trouble	By : DarkWolves Category: +S through Z > Stormrise Views: 1486 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 2- Night in the Citadel

Sable’s Riftworm swooped down through the clouds. The Sai Citadel came into view; its glistening purple crystal roof shimmering against the bright silver moonlight, Eona felt a relaxing sense of relief cascade over her. Finally she was home once more.
Sable guided the Riftworm down towards the landing pad, only pulling up at the last moment to ensure the fastest rate of descent. When the proud beast finally settled Sable stepped down from her perch, flexing her tightened muscles in an attempt to unravel them. Eona leapt down next to her, taking the time to issue a gentle pat on the creatures scaly side, a thank you for ensuring their safe arrival.
Eona turned her attention to Sable. “Well?” Eona spoke with an inquisitive tone.
“‘Well?’ What?” Sable clicked her neck side to side, unknotting the tense muscles, trying to decipher what Eona meant with the comment.
“Now do you believe we need the Echelon’s assistance?” Eona hoped she had at least had an effect on Sable.
“No!” Sable’s voice was laced rich with fiery passion. “The Sai must stand alone if we are to be victorious in this fight for survival” But sadly that had not come about tonight.
Their conversation continued even as they seamlessly passed into the dark, dimly lit interior corridors that connected the labyrinth of rooms within the Citadel to the exterior landing area. Eona tried once again to get through to Sable. “Why can’t I convince you that it would be in the best interests of all the entire Sai to work with the Echelon rather than fight this pointless on and off war?”
“Because the Echelon are pigs, they care only for their own, lavishing in their bunkers and their safe havens while our people suffer and die in the nuclear firestorm of their creation” But Sable’s resolve was unfathomable and she refused to be swayed by anyone.
Eona suddenly ground to a halt, standing outside the door to her rooms. “Well, we will speak more tomorrow”
Eona reached for the doorknob which would grant her access to her chambers, however she stopped short, a cold chill coursing down her spine. She turned to find Sable still standing where she had before, Eona having expected her companion to continue down the corridor towards her own room. “Aren’t you forgetting something?” Sable spoke first.
But before Eona could string together a response Sable lashed out, gripping Eona’s wrist in her hand, turning her on some invisible axis and wrenching her backwards. With Eona’s back turned to the wall Sable pressed her against the cool stone, pinning her to the wall. “You promised that if I behaved during the conference, and kept my powers in check” she growled with feminine gusto. “You would offer me an ‘alternative’ release”
Eona could feel primal energy coursing through her. She tapped into her growing fears, using them as a source of power for her abilities. She could feel the energy coursing beneath her skin. She was prepared to retaliate. “I could throw you off of me”
Sable could feel the energy radiating off of Eona’s body, she knew Eona spoke the truth. But while Eona’s mind was playing a tune of refusal and reservation her body sung an entirely different melody all together. “So why haven’t you already then?” Sable could feel the consequences of her words resonate sweetly through the void. Eona’s grip over her powers was faltering. Her confidence in her abilities was slowly beginning to diminish. “Oh you are a bad girl aren’t you?”
It was a simple task for Sable to play on Eona’s already deep seeded fears festering within her. Sable’s free hand lowered to Eona’s side, feeling her way down the gentle rise and fall of the girl’s elegant curves. The feeling, however badly muffled by Eona’s robes, was having the desired effect as it was causing Eona to ripple and squirm under Sables every delicate touch. “You seem to be enjoying this”
Eona bit back a response, knowing that Sable’s keen, diabolical mind would quickly turn any attempt at verbal retaliation against her. Instead she chose to remain silent. Sable on the other hand interpreted her silence as permission to continue her advance towards previously undisturbed territories. Sable’s hand grazed Eona’s thigh. Eona fought to contain a light yelp which narrowly escaped her lips. Sable jumped on the opportunity instantly. “Ohh” Sable seductively slipped her own thigh between Eona’s open legs, the two bodies merging seamlessly together. “You naughty girl” Sable slid herself up Eona’s body, their plump breasts meeting in a copulation of yin and yang. Their engorged nipples made contact, causing the two of them to writhe in unison. “Maybe we should take this a step further” Sable growled with an animalistic tone.
Eona gave a light nod of submission, she was willing to submit to Sables feral desires. Eona tried to slip past Sable, reaching for the door handles which would allow her access to her private quarters. Sable however had other ideas. Sable grasped Eona’s wrist tightly in her long fingers, pinning her arm to the wall. Sable leant in towards Eona’s elegant, swanlike neck, letting her tongue run gently against the exposed skin. With her free hand Sable reached up to Eona’s shoulder, ruffling the material of her robes in her hand. Eona’s heart suddenly jumped several beats when she realized what Sable intended. “You want to do it here!?”
Sable raised her lips to Eona’s neck. “Isn’t it filthy” her voice was laced with joy and sensuality.
“What if the guard sees us?” Eona pleaded.
“Oh, that would be dirty wouldn’t it? Maybe they would punish us for being such mischievous girls” Sable revelled in causing Eona such intense discomfort. “Think of all the naughty things we could do together. Oh,” Sable threw her head back in a barely contained display of pleasure “It’s making me wet just thinking about it”
Eona however was not so eager to encounter the patrolling guards. She attempted to muster whatever courage had not been swept away by Sable’s graceful hand, attempting to resist Sable’s forceful grasp. Eona put her hand against Sable, Sable’s hand resting on her shoulder. Eona delivered a determined glare of defiance which made sure to deliver the message to Sable that Eona would only continue on her own terms.
Sable was far too horny to barter or hold out against Eona. The key to manipulation was to never allow your opponent the opportunity to see things from your perspective lest they realize how much weaker your stance was than they first believed; the guise is your only defence. However on this occasion Sable was willing to surrender a little ground if it meant her advance would continue unobstructed.
Sable relinquished her hold on Eona, throwing her hands up in a mock show of surrender. Eona didn’t believe Sable’s submission at first, knowing full well the powers of manipulation Sable held at her disposal. Eona attempted to meander her way past Sable and the taller woman made no attempt to impede her. Eona reached for the door handle, opening the door and stepping into the rooms’ warm embrace. Sable quickly followed her like a demonic spirit stalking their innocent prey. Sable secured the door behind her.
Eona smoothed the ruffles of her bed sheets, sitting on the edge of the large bed. Eona watched Sable move gracefully across her room towards her, Sable’s tall form casting an all consuming shadow over her younger counterpart. The two women stared at eachother across the great divide, each unwilling to make the first move and appear weak or over eager. Sable however had already surrendered enough ground in this engagement so far and was unwilling to debase herself any further than she had already. Sable took Eona’s hand in hers, pulling her to her feet, she utilized the momentum to land on Eona’s bed in her position, Eona standing over her.
“You disrobe first” Sables evil tone was laced with an undercurrent of serene innocence was all that was required to achieve the desired result.
Eona reached behind to the base of her neck, delicately moving aside her sensitive head tail to allow her easy access to the clasp which held her robes in place. The link was suddenly broken; the material was suddenly lighter against her sweat drenched breasts. Eona took each individual piece in her hand, guiding them down across her shoulders, the separate pieces of fabric meeting in the centre of her chest. Eona secured both strands between the thumb and index finger of her right hand, delicately lowering the two pieces down her torso until the material became taut under the force of its own weight.
Eona returned her hands to her sides, ready to receive the slings and arrows of Sables prying eyes. For now Eona’s only protection against Sables hawk eyes was the tight strands of material woven around her athletic torso. Eona reached around her back, fumbling for the link which kept the material in place. The stress of the situation distracted Eona from the proper technique of removing her garment, making it difficult to remove.
Sable rose off of the bed, unwilling to allow Eona’s incompetence at removing her own garments delay her pleasures any longer. With graceful elegance she stepped towards the girl. Sables long arms clasped around Eonas back, freezing the younger girl in place. With silent efficiency Sable broke the tie which held the material in place, accompanied by a light gasp from Eona. The light garment gave way under the force of gravity, cascading down Eonas back, exposing her delectable breasts to the open air.
Sable wasted no time in planting her soft hands against Eona’s supple flesh. Her fingers moved seamlessly across Eona’s bare breasts, her nipples hardening beneath Sables manipulative grip. Sable slipped her hands underneath the curve of Eona’s heaving bosom, feeling their gentle rise and fall as she passed each laboured breath through her quivering lips. Sable seamlessly slipped across to the other breast, tasting a fresh aroma which wafted gently across the smooth flesh.
Sable’s hands scurried freely across her own supple body, fumbling for the ties which kept her own garments locked securely around her athletic form. While she knew every inch of her outfit, and the most effective way to remove it in the event of an adhesive grenade, attempting to remove it while her mind was consumed with animalistic lust and her mouth was latched tightly against Eona’s delectable breast was difficult. She fumbled wildly for the sash holding the fabric in place. Sable gripped the thin fabric tightly, yanking the fabric loose.
Sables robes became loose on her elegant frame, one gentle pull allowed the fabric to slide seamlessly off of her. Sable let the whole of her outfit collapse at her feet, now standing proudly naked before Eona’s shy form quivering lightly with unease. Sable’s firm, full breasts stood bare, Sable preferred the freedom of movement given without the fabric constraints.
Sable held Eona in her long encapsulating arms. Eona allowed her eyes to move over Sable’s now partly exposed body. “You look very attractive”
“Awww” Sable said with mock puppy dog eyes. “You’re so sweet” Sable tightened her grip on Eona. Sable allowed her knees to collapse in on themselves, falling back down on the bed in an entanglement of arms and legs. Eona bounced on top of Sable, their large breasts forming a mould of yin and yang of smooth, creamy skin. Eona eventually settled on top of Sable, their lips once again interlocking in a warm embrace.
Sable clasped her hands around Eona’s shoulders, pressing lightly on her in an attempt to break their fiery embrace. Eona eventually pulled her lips away with a wet pop, her eyes looked pleadingly into Sable’s eyes. Sable placed her hand on the back of Eona’s head, pressing her lips down into the nape of Sable’s neck. Eona slid her tongue across Sables smooth, supple skin, enjoying the enticing cocktail of flavours she discovered as she moved across each new patch of skin. She swished her tongue backwards and forwards, each time she moved lower down Sable’s elegant frame. When she found a particularly soft spot she stopped and dabbed several light kisses on Sable’s chest.
But Sable was impatient, and in her eagerness to experience the ultimate pleasures which only another female could inflict upon Sable pressed her palms into Eona’s shoulders, further encouraging her slow but sure advance southwards. Eona slowly kissed her way down towards her final objective. She stared bewildered at the quivering mass of flesh pulsating in front of her. Despite several previous nights with Sable, and her own experiences, she still never managed to get used to the sight of the quivering vagina gapping before her. Eona dared to reach up and run an inquisitive finger against Sables gapping pussy lips.
“Oh come on!” Sable snapped. Eona’s muscles tensed instinctively.
Sable pressed harshly into Eona’s shoulders, breaking Eona’s hold over Sables dripping lips. Sable rose to her feet, clasping Eona’s shoulders and throwing Eona down onto the edge of the bed. Sable dropped to her knees in front of Eona, roughly pulling down and discarding Eona’s form fitting trousers. Sable gapped at the wet and dripping pussy which stared back at her.
“No underwear?” Sable smirked. “And I thought temple girls were supposed to be all sweet and innocent?”
“I am not losing another pair of underwear after you tore off my last three with your teeth!”
Sable sighed. “You were taking too long. You cannot show me that delicious body of yours and not expect me to start ravaging it”
“I was trying to build the anticipation” Eona retorted.
Sable lowered her lips. “You leave the anticipation building to me sweety, I’m the one who knows how to do it right”
Sable touched her lips to Eona’s pussy, her serpents tongue snaking across the soft surface of Eona’s quivering pussy lips. Sable passed her tongue past Eona’s quivering lips, probing deeper and deeper inside of Eona. Sable pulled her tongue back, passing it over her moist lips, enjoying the delectable salty taste. “Your first contact is the most critical of all. You have to be gentle, serene. You should be sending sparks up their spine the first time you touch them” Sable ran her fingers along the outside of Eona’s pussy lips. Sable’s gentle touch sent shivers cascading through Eona’s spine. “You on the other hand” Sable removed her fingers from Eona’s pussy. “Might as well be doing this” Sable jammed her fingers back into Eona’s pussy, far sharper and harshly than Sable had done before, twisting her finger sharply. Eona screamed in primal horror, the sound resonating harshly in the back of her throat. Sable suddenly tore her fingers from within Eona; Eona cringed in pain which cascaded through her entire body. “You see the difference?” Sable spoke in her usual snide tone. “Ok?”
Sable returned her fingers to Eona’s quivering pussy, at least far more gently than before but lacking any tantalising foreplay. Sable added her feral tongue to the engagement, quickly undoing the harsh pain Sable had inflicted on her last touch. Sables tantalising touch was brining Eona to the very brink within moments. Eona knew that she would not be able to withstand this unrelenting assault of pleasure for much longer. But Sable suddenly ended her gentle ministrations, retracting her rampant fingers and wet, moist tongue.
Eona looked up at Sable with her innocent puppy dog eyes. But Sables expression remained one of unfathomable, steely resolve. “Now” Sable finally spoke. “Let’s try this again”
Sable rose up over Eona, leaping onto her prey like a beast ready to devour a fresh kill. Sable locked her lips tightly over Eona’s gapping mouth, her feral tongue assaulting the younger girl’s mouth in a feral orgy of pleasures. Sable, utilizing Eona’s preoccupation with her mouth, clasped her hands tightly onto Eona’s shoulders, rolling the two of them across the bed in an entanglement of flailing legs and bed sheets. The two of them eventually came to a halt, Eona emerging atop her more experienced counterpart.
Sable placed her serpent lips to Eona’s ear. “And if you pull it off” Sable sneered. “I will make your fucking headtail orgasm”
The gantlet was laid out before Eona; all she had to do was survive it. Eona leant her lips down to the nap of Sables neck, locking her lips over Sables neck, sucking at any supposed flavour which lay there. Eona slashed her tongue across the skin, removing any lingering traces of flavour. Eona trailed her tongue across the top of Sables chest, sliding her devious tongue between the rises of Sables breasts. Eona brought her tongue under the curve of Sable’s right breast, emerging up the side of Sables breast, descending back down through Sables cleavage to curve around Sables left breast. Eonas tongue snaked around to Sables engorged left nipple, her moist tongue moving seamlessly across the flawless skin.
Eona did all she could to keep herself from falling over the brink. Sable’s soft skin, her aroma, the sound of her gentle whimpers cascading past her lips combined with the powerful pounding of her raging heart. It was, intoxicating. Despite her original reluctance Eona was beginning to enjoy this situation. She felt herself becoming so far gone that she was not far from jamming her own fingers into her own pussy and finishing herself off. But Sable had laid the gauntlet out in front of her, after all that she had already endured Eona was not about to allow herself to succumb to her primal temptations now.
Eona continued to descend her rampant tongue further down Sables athletic form, passing the tip of her tongue across the deep purple tattoo which cascaded down Sables stomach.
“A little gentle foreplay to build the pleasure” escaped past Sables lips.
Eona continued her advance southwards, passing her wet tongue over Sables athletic curves. Eona clasped her hands against Sables sides for support, her long fingers massaging her partners taut muscles. Eona passed her tongue across Sables thigh, the smooth skin moving seamlessly beneath Eona’s moist tongue. Eona scurried back up Sables thigh; passing across Sables taut stomach running her delicate tongue across Sables other thigh. Eona lazily trailed her tongue back up across Sables thigh back up towards her glowing centre.
Eona touched the tip of her right index against the top of Sables quivering pussy lips. The contact with the sensitive folds increased Sables pleasure tenfold, sending shockwaves of pleasure cascading through Sables body which were proving harder to contain within her. “Tha, that’s the spot” Sable spoke past quivering lips.
This did not go unnoticed by Eona, she quickly began to decipher that Sable was beginning to lose control of her pleasures, a weakness Eona would be eager to exploit. Eona touched the tip of her tongue against Sables quivering lips, the tip of Eona’s tongue running across Sables pussy. Sable’s body quivered with pleasure, but still her resolve remained strong. Eona was quickly realizing that more drastic action must be taken if she was to break through Sables hardened shell and gain the upper hand in this battle for dominance. But suddenly a truly devious idea entered Eona’s mind.
Eona took hold of one of her head tails hanging lazily down her back, her long fingers forming around the delicate tip. Eona touched her headtail against Sables outer pussy lips, the two sensitive areas sending sparks of pleasure cascading through their bodies. Sable purred deeply in her alien throat. The gentle touch of Eona’s foreplay was certainly beginning to have an effect on Sable, her body was quivering all over and it was becoming harder and harder for Sable to suppress the delicate moans of pleasure which cascaded past her lips. Eona knew that one touch would be all that was needed in order to push Sable past the point of no return.
The surprise move had caught Sable off guard; Eona was proving a slippery partner to overcome. Eona’s headtail was far more fluid and versatile than Sables fingers had ever been, the slippery appendage was now touching Sable in places she had never managed to reach of her own accord. This was the final straw.
Sable stood sharply too her feet, Eona’s headtail being violently yanked from Sables gapping pussy. Sable loomed over her younger partner like a nightmare demon preparing to consume the essence of the innocent virgin laying beneath her consuming shadow. Sable lifted Eona by her shoulders, pulling Eona to her feet in one frantic movement. Sable stared into Eona’s eyes with the burning desire reserved only for when she was in the heat of battle. Sable pushed Eona down onto the bed behind her, Sable leaping on top of Eona like a feral beast preparing to tear into a fresh kill. Sable leant forward, her long fingers holding Eona’s hands to the bed running her tongue and nipping teeth across all of Eona’s exposed flesh, savouring the cocktail of flavours which hung there. Eona was quickly learning that while Sable may have indulged in the pleasures Eona was offering she never once lost control of the situation,
Sable leant forward, planting her lips over Eonas, once again enflaming the young girls’ passions becoming enflamed by Sables excited tongue. Sable pulled her lips away, allowing Eona her much needed breaths. Sables’ lips silently slipped against Eona’s ear. “I didn’t know you had such a filthy mind” Eona quivered as the words cascaded past her ear, an evil smile forming on Sable’s lips. “A dirty little minx like you deserves an extra special present”
Sable ran her tongue down across Eona’s athletic stomach, down to her delectably sweet pussy lips. Sable passed her tongue over Eona’s moist pussy, sending pleasure cascading through her already quivering body. Sable, taking the idea Eona had unveiled on her, held her headtail in her long fingers, running the delicate tip against Eona’s outer pussy lips. Sable pressed her headtail into the moist opening of Eona’s tightening pussy lips, pushing the smooth appendage against the firm resistance of Eona’s tightening pussy lips. Sable ran her free left hand down her taut stomach glistening brightly with fresh sweat, teasing the tips of her own pussy which willingly opened for her fingers to explore freely. Sable savoured the simultaneous pleasures emanating from both her and Eona. Sable did not want her pleasures to subside, but her next act demanded a free hand. Sable tore her fingers from her pussy with one sharp movement, her long moist fingers intertwining around the tip of her other headtail. Sable rubbed the tip of her headtail across Eona’s creamy thighs, her gentle movements slowly beginning to centre just below Eona’s glistening pussy. Sables movements ceased, her long second headtail hung precariously over Eona’s plump ass. Without a second thought Sable thrust the slippery appendage slipped into Eona’s plump ass, Eona squealing as her last trace of innocence was torn from her as her final bastion of purity was violated by Sables ravenous touch.
Eona could feel Sables headtails convulsing within her as if by their own accord, the slippery tails succeeding in touching places which her own fingers had previously left unexplored. Sables touch was unlocking primal pleasures from deep within her which were proving hard to contain, it was only a matter of time before Sable forced her over the point of no return. Sable suddenly tore her headtail clean out of Eona’s quivering pussy. Eona opened her mouth to scream but Sable simply jammed the wet appendage into her open mouth, stifling the girls frenzied cries of shock and pain beneath Sables slippery flesh. Eona could not contain her pleasures any longer and her body simply relaxed and she embraced the warm hold of her orgasm. Waves of unimaginable pleasure cascaded through Eona’s entire body, Eona’s long arms wrapping around her chest in an attempt to protect her. Sable quickly followed, the pleasure of her orgasm cascading through her.
Sable withdrew her headtails from within Eona’s quivering body, the loose appendages falling against her back. Sable leant forward, collapsing against Eona’s chest. Sable stared down into Eona’s watering eyes, her deep blue eyes laced richly with exhaustion and vulnerability. Sable clasped her long arms around Eona’s back. Her touch was a motherly and comforting embrace, lacking the fiery passion and forceful stroke which had so quickly brought Eona to orgasm. Her touch was comforting and reassuring, Eona feeling safe within her partners all eclipsing arms.
But suddenly that calm serenity was shattered, Sables arms began to recede from around Eona's back. Sable rose silently to her feet, her eyes never faltering from Eona’s gaze. Sable silently gathered her discarded clothes left splayed across the bedroom floor. “Goodnight” And Sable left silently without another word, leaving little trace of her visit, leaving Eona to bask in the afterglow of their shared orgasm. Eona drew her bedcovers up in her arms in an attempt to conceal her modesty. Eona lowered her head onto her pillows, hoping that sleep would calm her rampant mind. Eona could still remember a time not so long ago when Sable would have stayed, the two of them spending the entire night lying together, their arms intertwined together as they basked in each other’s warm embrace, a shadow of the past which now felt an eternity away.
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