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Of Crowns, Control, and Centaurs	By : Yumberduddle Category: +S through Z > Shining Force series Views: 1741 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The Chaos Breaker shimmered with emerald light as Max held it aloft. Anri couldn't see anything, but her magical senses, practiced and honed through years at Manarina and countless battles, could feel immense power suddenly radiating from the item. Ancient magic...ancient technology...ancient power pulsed in their leader's hand and something deep below the waves stirred. The ground shook, the seas boiled, and the Shining Force shouted to each other as everyone scrambled to hold onto something. Anri found herself stumbling, caught in a moment by Mae's armored arms. A section of cliff-side crumbled away, sending a shrieking Lowe towards the ocean...only for Domingo's rubbery tentacles to catch, hold, and haul him back up just in time. Torasu grunted and leaned heavily on his cane, Diane swore a blue streak as she lost her footing...only Max and Hanzou seemed unaffected by the earthquake, the one protected by his sword, the other possessing near superhuman balance.
“There! THERE!” Hans shouted, pointing. He needn't have bothered. No one could've possibly missed the giant pillar of water being sent skyward as a massive bulk of shining metal, glittering lights, and worked stone emerged from the sea to greet the sky once more.
“The Castle of the Ancients...” Alef whispered, a rare tone of awe in her voice.
“The end of the war,” Mae murmured.
“The final battle,” Hanzou muttered, grim eyes locking with the millenium-old structure.
“It's done,” Max said, lowering the Chaos Breaker. “Adam... inspect the Gate of the Ancients for functionality. Report back to me on what you find. Fix what you can.”
“Order confirmed,” the robot stated, turning and trundling away with the pneumatic whine of his leg-servos filling the air. Max sighed and ran a hand down his face. Anri laid a hand on his shoulder.
“You look exhausted,” Anri said. “Maybe we should rest before pressing on.”
“Yeah... that's a good idea,” Max said, rubbing his eyes. “It'll take Adam some time to look everything over anyway...and...we should be at our best for this.” He paused. “How much... how much time do we have?”
“From what I've been able to piece together from the notes at Prompt, once Darksol begins the ritual, it will take at least three days to complete,” Anri said. “He's only ahead of us by a few hours.”
“Is there any chance he could speed that process up?” Max asked. Anri paused, considering the question.
“There is one way...he could offer himself up as a blood sacrifice to Dark Dragon,” Anri said. Max snorted.
“Then we're safe. Darksol wants to rule the world, and it's hard to do that when you're dead,” Max said. He paused. “Are you sure of this?”
“Positive,” Anri nodded, though her stomach clenched at the possibility she might be wrong.
“While waiting too long could doom us all...” Mae grit her teeth. “...so could rushing in there as we are now. Most of our spellcasters are out of magic. Most of our warriors are fatigued. Our supplies need to be redistributed.”
“Then we'll rest,” Max said, turning to the rest of the Force. He bellowed loud enough so his voice could be heard by all. “Listen up, everyone! I'm giving everyone the rest of the day and all day tomorrow to rest up and get ready! This will be the last chance you'll get to breathe easy! After this, we don't stop until Darksol is dead and the Dragon left to rot in its prison!”
A loud cheer went up from most of the Force at this pronouncement, though whether it was from the fact the war was almost over or the fact that they were being allowed to rest, Anri could not say.
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The fight against Ramladu had been nothing short of savage, catching the Shining Force almost off guard by the mad king's brutal assault backed by newly re-activated Ancient weapons. The Force had fought against ancient machines before...the spindly-legged Torch Eyes, the floating Steel Claws, and the bizarre mix of technological and organic components called 'Jets'...but Ramladu controlled them with a precision and skill that surprised even Anri, who had studied Ramladu's tactics carefully. To make things worse, he had only unleashed the steel tide against them after the Force had slogged through what remained of his personal guard and a small but select group of undead and warbeasts. The fight had pressed the Force to the limit and in some cases, beyond...the healers had only barely stabilized Hans, Luke, and Pelle in time to prevent their deaths. Mae looked over to Anri and they both slowly nodded. No one had expected any less from Ramladu of Runefaust than a ferocious struggle, and that is what they received. The true blow however, had not come from his morningstar, but from his dying words...the revelation that he too, had been just a puppet in Darksol's schemes. Another soul trapped by magic and forced to commit evil after evil for the glory of the Dragon. Another man who might have once been a friend and ally forced to face death at the Shining Force's hands.
“It is a pity,” Adam had said in the battle's aftermath. “Had he been born at a different time, Ramladu would've made a fine commander in the Metaphan military. It is rare to see someone with the skill to command both organic and inorganic troops.”
“It's a pity he fell to darkness,” Max had said, staring at the king's corpse. “That such nobility could be corrupted...”
Anri thought she caught a glimpse of... something flash in Alef's eyes at those words, then shuddered as a thought occurred to her. Protectoria was Guardiana's sister kingdom. Both sworn to protect the Gates of the Ancients...both the keys to the Castle. It was only chance that Darksol chose one over the other. It could've been her father driven to madness and left lying broken and bloody there before the Force.
It could've been her.
“Anri,” Nova's gruff voice sounded close to her ear. The princess started for a moment, then turned to face the elderly advisor.
“Nova...you startled me for a moment,” Anri said, putting a hand to her chest. The dragon-man nodded.
“I can see that. What were you thinking of, so intently?”
Anri paused and looked back at Ramladu's body, closing her eyes almost violently.
“Nothing... nothing important.”
Unseen by the princess, Alef left the battlefield with Tao and Diane, smiling triumphantly as one more obstacle to her plans was removed. Unseen by Alef, the Demon Rod shimmered with ruby energy for a brief moment before going dark again.
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Mae found it strange to find the sight of Runefaust so inviting as the Force returned to the conquered city, but inviting it was after the grueling battle followed by a march to the coast and back. “Never thought I'd be glad to see the enemy capital before the war was over,” Mae said, sighing as the Force passed through the city gates once more, beginning to split up as each decided what to do with the rest of their day. Most stayed in a group heading for the inn, and Anri and Mae were among these. Anri was riding on Mae's back at the centaur-knight's insistence. The mage-queen had protested that she was perfectly fine, quite capable of marching with everyone else, but Mae had been equally insistent that she let her carry her during the last leg of the trip. Finally, Anri had sighed and submitted, carefully climbing on and holding Mae around the waist for stability. Mae would never admit that her stubborn insistence here was more for her own benefit than Anri's...The centaur-knight simply wanted to feel Anri against her too badly now, even if it was through armor.
Diane cracked a few tawdry jokes about “Anri riding Mae bareback,” that caused a few to chuckle and Mae to glower at the irreverent archer. Most of the Force would never know how close that simple joke came to the truth. Anri didn't react at all, merely sighing and leaning against Mae's back. The gentle weight of her lover on her back and the feel of her arms wrapped around her waist was enough to stop any retaliation Mae might've normally had for Diane. It was too perfect of a moment for her to ruin with violence of word or fist.
Besides, Mae knew where Diane slept, and there was plenty of time before the final battle.
“You really didn't have to do that,” Anri said again as she dismounted Mae in front of the inn. The other Force members were already trudging to their room, either to get some well deserved sleep, or in some cases...Anri shot a look at Tao and Alef, already whispering in each other's ears, arm in arm...do more than sleep. When Mae grabbed her and nearly dragged Anri to a shadowed alcove behind the stairs, it became clear which of those two the centaur wanted.
“Mae...Mae!!!” Anri whispered. “Mae, we can't...”
“You're right...” Mae hissed, clenching her teeth and eyes shut. “Duty, duty, duty. I'm sorry, Anri...I just...Sometimes I want you so much, it's all I can do to keep a clear head.”
Anri looked around and nodded to the stairs. “No one saw,” she said in a low tone. “Let's get to our room. Quickly.”
Mae nodded, suppressing the desire to kiss her quickly before anyone could notice. The illicit nature of the act was beginning to inflame her desire a little too much for her liking. Anri started for the stairs up in her usual way, controlled and graceful. Mae waited only for a few minutes before she followed Anri up the broad, sturdy stairs, built especially with centaurs in mind. She did so as nonchalantly as she could, mind all too aware of how it would look for the two of them to rush to bed at nearly the same time.
Mae found Anri waiting for her outside their room, the only soul in the small hall. She opened her mouth to speak, but Mae didn't let her finish, instead planting an almost crushing kiss on her lips and taking a step forward to press Anri against the wall. Anri's protests quickly stopped and she instead moaned in appreciation at this show of passion, allowing Mae to explore her mouth and body. Mae pressed harder against Anri, one hand clumsily seeking out her nethers while another grasped her breast through her robe greedily. Anri let out a short cry of surprise, smiling at the contact, but Mae growled in irritation as her work was hampered.
“Damn gauntlets...” Mae hissed, working at removing the armor. Anri put a hand on Mae's and shook her head.
“Inside,” Anri whispered, inclining her to the open door. “The room. Come on. Quickly.”
“Quickly,” Mae agreed as she ceased her efforts to take off her gauntlets and nearly jumped past her lover into their shared room.
The door was barely closed and locked before they started ripping each other's clothes off.
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Diane had come with the others to the inn, but only to stow her bowgun and armor before heading out again. She loved shooting things with the bulky weapon, but she hated having to carry it around.
“Maybe I'll get a centaur like Mae to be my lover...” Diane snickered as she unslung her quiver and kicked it under her bed. “Get her to carry everything around for me...get her to carry ME around everywhere...”
Diane snickered again and turned to leave the room, but immediately found her exit blocked.
“Sister,” Tao said, placing herself deliberately in front of Diane's path. Her cloak was open, her deliciously revealing outfit on full display while her hands were imperiously placed on her hips. Her eyes were narrowed, and she did not look happy. Diane thought the stern expression mixed with the outfit was unbelievably erotic, and a wave of desire flush through her. She suppressed it, putting up a mask of irritation.
“Yeah, sis, what?” she asked. “I've got a night on the town, planned. Well, more like a night on the townsfolk...what's up your butt?”
Tao smiled a little at the expression, one hand trailing down her side to caress one of her round ass-cheeks exposed by her outfit. Her fingers traced over the tattoo there, the permanent reminder she was Alef's Bitch. “Only my mistress. I bring word from her to you.” Tao's smile turned to a scowl. “She is displeased at how...unsubtle you are being. Even you should know enough to tone it down a little. At least, until the Dragon is defeated.”
“Your mistress, not mine,” Diane said, rolling her eyes. “Who cares anyway, we're going to kick that weakling Darksol's ass anyway. I want to have fun while doing it, and no one is going to stop me.”
“Your mistress too,” Tao said, eyes narrowing again. “You owe more than you know to her. That she allows you such...excessive freedom is something I cannot comprehend. But on this point you will obey. Seduce whomever in town that you want, they are of no consequence. But if you seduce someone of the Force...you MUST exercise more caution. For a time.”
“Whatever. I'm no one's slave,” Diane snorted.
Tao smiled sinisterly and stepped forward, bumping directly against Diane's front, bringing them nose to nose...and more to Diane's attention, breast to breast.
“You may think that...because our mistress allows you to,” Tao said. “And I am our mistress' right hand. Her First.”
“What do you think that means to m-AH!” Diane cried out as Tao grabbed her by the ass with one hand, pressing her against her chest while squeezing hard. Her other hand snaked under the straps she wore instead of a shirt and clasped her flat chest. Diane blinked and breathed rapidly, and something deep within her triggered. Her protests ceased as Tao whispered into one long ear.
“I want you to understand something, Diane. You are my sister, and I love you very, very much. I absolutely adore you, I truly do, more than I do the rest of our family. You have been the most important person to me for most of my life. I would throw myself before a sword to save you and die in your place. And I would do it gladly. But compared to my love for Alef, my love for you is nothing. Nothing. Do you understand?” Tao breathed, withdrawing the hand on her breast to trace under her jaw and tap her lightly on the nose. “You are my cherished sister, my greatest friend and confidant, but when compared to Alef, you are just meat to me. Losing you would tear my heart to tatters, yet if Alef told me to destroy you with my own hands, I'd do so without a second thought and without the slightest shred of guilt. Don't presume to go against her again. Do you understand?”
“Y...yes...” Diane whispered. Tao slowly smiled.
“Good...now give me a sisterly kiss and go have your fun,” Tao said. Diane's mouth latched to hers easily, and the kiss they shared was anything but sisterly.
When their tongues withdrew from each other's mouth, Diane left her room, shakily wondering where she had lost the upper hand in the conversation. For her part, Tao lounged on the bed for a moment, wondering to herself if her mistress would allow her to taste more of the forbidden fruit she was beginning to crave.
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Pieces of armor and soft robes were scattered haphazardly around the room, mute testament to their frantic removal earlier. The sound of soft moaning and pleasured sighs came from the bed, escaping from the mouth of a silver-haired princess as her knight knelt before her, face between her spread legs. A femininely muscled arm gently held up each of those legs as the knight supported her princess. Mae was pleasuring Anri, her tongue swirling around her sopping pussy in practiced, disciplined strokes. If the constant moans weren't proof enough, the blissful expression on Anri's face was a clear indicator just how much she was enjoying the attentions of her lover. Eyes gently closed, Anri cooed and massaged her breasts with her hands, letting herself be completely limp, surrendering herself to Mae's strength and passion. The centaur knight herself had no difficulty keeping her princess' legs aloft...after becoming used to hefting a heavy steel shield and lance around for extended battles, two delicate and shapely legs were a trifle.
“Oooooh....Mae....Mae..." Anri murmured, running her hands from her breasts down to the hair of her lover and running her fingers through those long, golden locks. Mae thrilled at even this touch, but did not let herself be distracted from her task. As with all things, once she had a goal, she zeroed in on it and did not let anything divert her attention until it was completed. Tonight, her goal was to please the woman she loved.
Anri squealed in delight, thrashing on the bed as her hands went from Mae's head to the sheets. She twisted and pulled on them, a vain effort to prolong the moment and resist what was coming. Mae knew she was close to victory and slowed her efforts before stopping and looking up, catching Anri's gaze once she looked down to see what had happened. Only when the two lovers' eyes met did Mae slowly and deliberately lower her tongue back to Anri's needy core and lash it mercilessly, causing Anri to let out a shuddering cry as the pleasant feelings that had slowly been brought to a boil all this time finally came to a head and overwhelmed her. Anri screamed Mae's name and the knight gloried in the sensation of being sprayed by her love fluids as she reached an intense orgasm.
“Mission accomplished,” Mae thought to herself, licking her lips and standing to her full height. Anri lay collapsed on the bed, breathing heavily as Mae let her eyes trail over her perfect form.
“Oh...Oh Mae...” Anri whispered. “That was...that was fantastic.”
“I've been training diligently, my queen,” Mae replied, smiling. “I'm merely glad my practice has paid off.”
“Oh, it has,” Anri said, draping an arm over her eyes as she caught her breath. “Every time we make love, I think it can't get any better...and then you prove me wrong.”
Mae chuckled and trotted around the prone princess and the bed she lay on.
“You know...I'm sort of glad we decided to keep the bed,” Mae said, wiping her mouth off. “It's handy for making up for the...ah, height difference, sometimes.” Mae reached down and gathered Anri in her arms, picking her up with as much effort as if she had been one of the many pillows tossed around the room. Anri instinctively put her arms around Mae's neck and pressed herself to her. Mae couldn't suppress a small smile at the feel of her body against hers as she trotted over to what was serving as the pair's real bed...a huge pile of cushions.
“Any bed's fine so long as it's got you in it,” Anri whispered into Mae's ear, causing the knight to flush briefly, before smiling wider as she lowered Anri down to the cushions, then allowed herself to collapse next to her. Mae reached out, and Anri didn't need an invitation to move closer, allowing Mae to enfold her in a powerful embrace as she gently kissed her on the lips. When the kiss broke, the princess moved her mouth to Mae's neck and gently sucked there for a moment before inhaling deeply.
“I love how you smell,” Anri whispered. “Sweat, steel, and strength...gently blended, not overpowering. It's an honest smell.”
“You smell better than I do,” Mae giggled. “All flowery and perfumed for your court.”
“Depends on the nose of the beholder,” Anri returned, pressing herself tighter against Mae, running a hand in between their bodies with a satisfied sigh. “I owe you.”
“You don't owe me anything,” Mae whispered, closing her eyes and snuggling into the cushions...and into Anri.
“I do,” Anri yawned. “I owe you an orgasm. I'll pay up...just as soon...as I can...”
With what little strength they had left from the battle depleted by love instead of war, the pair passed into dreams.
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Diane was in no hurry to return to headquarters. Max had given the day off for the entire Force to do with as they will...one last respite while the final plans were made. Runefaust was now like a feasting ground for Diane. Countless desirable women had had their men go off to war and die, leaving them lonely and cold. Diane could and would be the one to provide some warmth to more than a few of them, and the fact that she had fought on the opposing side to their lost loves added some dark flavor to the building anticipation she felt. Diane smirked as she pictured herself the conquering warrior, fighting through countless battles all to reach this town and claim its womenfolk. If the rest of the Force had any sense of fun, they'd do the same, but Diane had realized a few days ago that they were a bunch of moralistic sticks in the mud, with the exception, of course, of Alef and her sister. Diane, however, had every intention of claiming what she viewed as her right, her spoils of war earned with blood and battle, the prize at the end of the long hunt. The fact that to claim those spoils she had to undertake an entirely new hunt only added spice to the whole affair for her.
Diane smiled like a hungry wildcat as she laid eyes on a comely elf woman hanging up laundry in front of her house, a brick and stone one story structure in the style of most of the homes in Runefaust. The woman herself was full-figured in the best sense of the word, a generous bosom and curved behind being only two of the appealing shapes on her. A full head of long, honey-blond hair framing a strong but feminine face only stirred Diane's loins further aflame. Diane promptly altered course and headed for this house. The woman looked up at Diane and frowned.
“I don't think I know you...You're one of those Shining Force sol...” The woman trailed off as her gaze met Diane's, met those eyes that Alef had gifted the ability to suggest the greatest of womanly pleasures. Instantly her expression changed from apprehensive to one of vague anticipation, mixed with a confusion and longing. Diane closed the distance between them, until only a foot of space separated them.
“My name's Diane...but you could know me a lot better than that,” Diane said, reaching out a hand and running it down the side of the woman's face. She gave an involuntary shiver of pleasure and almost imperceptibly pressed her cheek against Diane's hand when the two touched. Diane smiled wider and moved her hand down the front of the lady's blouse. The elf gave a short squeak when her fingers traced over the breast hidden by layers of cloth. Diane leaned forward and whispered into the elf's ear.
“...Would you like that?”
Then she lightly licked the elf's ear before leaning back, leaving the other woman breathing rapidly, one hand on her chest, where Diane had touched her.
“I...uh...” the woman sputtered, taking a step back towards the door to her house. She fumbled for the knob and opened it. “H...here. Why don't you come inside?”
“I have a feeling I'll be doing exactly that,” Diane said, following her nameless quarry into the house. She was almost immediately greeted by the sight of a small kitchen and dining area, where another elf sat in a simple wooden chair, reading a well-worn book. Diane immediately noted the great resemblance between this elf and her quarry. This newcomer looked almost like a younger version of the other, but with delicate features and a face unblemished by the passage of time. Diane placed her age at just a few years shy of her own younger sister, Tao. Adult, but freshly so. Perfect.
“Mother? Who is this?” the younger elf asked, a bored expression on her face as she continued to peruse her book.
“Oh...” the woman paused, as if awakening momentarily from some dream, and gestured to the woman while facing Diane. “This is my daughter, Ilya. Ilya, this is Diane. She's...” The woman paused for a moment. “...An honored guest.”
“Hello,” Ilya said, looking up only for a moment from her book. It was enough for Diane to catch her gaze and smile, slyly. Ilya froze for a moment, staring into Diane's eyes, before looking her up and down, then over to her mother. The same sort of smile spread over her face. Diane walked over and put an arm around each woman, before turning towards the bedroom. Neither made a move to resist her.
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Alef and Tao collapsed against each other on the bed, having spent what spare energy they had in their favorite activity together.
“I'd like to continue, but much as I hate to admit it...” Alef sighed. “Max is right. Time for rest.”
“Mistress, you have more power than Darksol and Dark Dragon combined. We don't need to worry about trivialities like getting enough sleep...” Tao murmured, reaching down towards Alef's groin with a hungry smile. Alef sighed and slapped her hand away.
“No, I don't, Tao. At least...” Alef allowed herself a playful smirk. “...not yet. I love your adoration of me...but don't let it cloud your judgment. Even we need to be at our best for what's about to come,” Alef said, Tao taking in the words with a sort of grim solemnity. “We'll have all the time in the world soon, I assure you.”
“If you say so, Mistress Alef,” Tao said, bowing her head and letting Alef clutch her against her body. “I only live to serve you.”
“Mmmm, I know," Alef purred, a shiver of delight running through her at Tao's declaration. She would never, ever tire of knowing her power over the lovely little elf. "After the battle, we'll indulge ourselves a bit more. Your sister might've had a good idea, even if her sense of timing was abominable,” Alef mused as her slave reached down to draw up the sheets. “Maybe we'll go hunting in Runefaust when things settle. We'll see how Diane fares, first.”
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Diane laid back against the nameless elf who had invited her into her home and smiled as her daughter eagerly dived into her snatch. The mother herself was busy rubbing her ample bosom against Diane's neck and head, cooing with satisfaction whenever Diane turned to take one of her breasts into her mouth and suck. For the moment, though, Diane was looking down at 'Ilya' and shaking her head.
“No, no, do it like I showed you,” Diane said, reaching down and laying a hand on the woman's head, pressing her against her loins. “Energetic and irregular. Don't fall into a pattern. Now try again.” Diane suddenly grinned, looking like a cat viewing a trapped mouse. “Do it well enough, and maybe I'll give you another example...”
“Yes, Diane! Oh, yes!” Ilya cried, redoubling her efforts at the promise of more pleasure. Diane had taken both elves multiple times over the hour she had already spent here, pleasuring each until they simply couldn't handle anymore. At that point, she had declared simply that they needed to pay her back. She was currently greatly enjoying their attempts to do so. Diane let out a happy sigh as her coaching bore fruit, an electric pressure building in her body that she hoped would soon find release again. “Fuck,” she muttered. “Almost makes me wish I didn't have to leave tomorrow.”
“Leave?” the mother asked, her tone suddenly panicked. “Why? Why not stay with us? You just showed us this...this wonderful pleasure...You can't just leave now!”
“Well, I won't leave NOW,” Diane grumbled. “I said tomorrow. Don't worry though...” Diane grinned again, turning her head to the older elf and favoring her with a long, deep kiss. When their lips parted a full minute later, she finished her sentence. “I'll be back for more fun later. So long as you make me a promise.”
“Mmmmm...anything, oh, anything!” the mother whispered as Diane nibbled at her neck, the pair shifting on the bed to allow Diane's hands to explore her body once more.
“You and your daughter have to swear never to even touch a man again,” Diane whispered, licking her bedmate's neck up to her ear. “...But I want you to seek out and seduce as many women as you can. Until your looks fade, I want you and your daughter to become lesbian sluts, always on the look-out for another good screw to share. You may find pleasure in each other alone when you must, but only if you cannot find another woman to join you that night. Whenever I visit you, I want to hear stories of the women you've seduced and fucked. I want to be able to hear endless tales about gasping maidens sandwiched between the two of you. I want you to be a team that brings this sort of pleasure to as many as you can. Got that?”
“But...why?” the mother asked, a little confused by the request. “Shouldn't we save ourselves for you? Be true to you?”
Diane smiled. “That is exactly how you can be true to me. Taking women, giving pleasure, turning others into horny little sluts, that is what I value, and to be true to me is to be true to that! When I'm away, the thought of you and your daughter doing to others what I did to you tonight will keep me very, very warm. And...” The smile widened. “Maybe one day, I'll come back and take you with me. If you're good enough by then.”
“Then we swear. We swear and we'll practice every day. Every day until you come back and take us with you,” the woman said, eyes locked with Diane's, before she suddenly darted forward and clutched her face with both hands, mouth greedily seeking hers for a forceful kiss. Diane wasn't sure if it was the kiss, the vow, or the sudden increase in tempo of Ilya's tongue, but she came, and came hard, at that moment.
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Amon wandered the streets, not exactly sure what she was looking for. The fight against Ramladu had drained her immensely, and the frantic flying she did when the Castle was raised to make sure no one was knocked into the water only compounded things...Balbaroy and herself had arrived back at the city ahead of everyone else, born aloft by the wings that were their heritage and blessing. They had almost immediately stumbled back to their inn room, Balbaroy nuzzling passionately at her neck. Amon had gently pulled him off and convinced him to go to bed instead. They were both exhausted and needed rest if they wanted to survive what was to come. Amon had then given him a wink and a promise of what they could do once they didn't have to worry about survival anymore. Her husband had sighed, then laughed and agreed with her, the pair embracing one last time before slipping into bed.
Only Amon did not stay in bed. Once Balbaroy was asleep, she had found herself quietly re-clothing and slipping out, unable to find slumber herself. As she walked on taloned feet down the cobblestone streets of Runefaust, Amon wondered again what she was doing. She was tired, dreadfully so...but for some reason, sleeping next to Balbaroy just...just felt WRONG, somehow. She had found herself suppressing an urge to pull away when they embraced, found his touch alien and unnerving. It was the fatigue, she decided. It had to be. She simply did not have the energy or drive for sex when the fighting was so heavy and tiring...She didn't want to burn yet more energy thrusting back or fondling or feeling delicate hands on her breasts, a warm, wet tongue thrusting into her depths...Amon shook her head, realizing with a start that her thoughts about her husband had slowly turned into a daydream about Diane and her newfound...zest for life. Amon suppressed a growl. Everything had been fine before that tramp had gotten her stupid tattoo. She was happily married, committed to a bond that had survived even one turning to stone and the war they were submerged in. How could something so simple hope to challenge that? Yet the more she thought about how irritated she was with Diane, the more she found her mind drifting to her hands, her tongue, her inked and pierced body that now screamed sex...she found herself actually considering the offer she had made.
“Damn you...” Amon hissed as she turned a corner. “Damn you...DIANE?!”
Amon couldn't help but exclaim the name as she saw the focus of her lust and ire exit a humble home just in front of her, a bedraggled but extremely satisfied looking elven woman on either arm. One looked at least twenty years older than the other, but both were fairly attractive, and Amon found herself wondering what she had just caught Diane doing. Another part found herself wondered if there could be any explanation besides the obvious. Diane turned to Amon and smirked. The two women on her arms pressed themselves against her, looking towards the newcomer with jealousy. The younger one even went so far as to make eye contact with Amon and open her mouth wide, slowly licking Diane's neck as if to make things clear.
“Oh, hey Amon,” Diane said, casually sliding one hand underneath the older elf's blouse and caressing the soft, full breast there. The elf tilted her head back and let out a low, contented sigh, placing her own hand over Diane's to keep it there. “Come to join the party?”
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