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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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Amon blinked again, to make sure she was seeing what she was actually seeing. Then her frustration bubbled up all at once.
“Diane, what in...What do you think you're doing?!” Amon shouted, balling her hands into fists. “We're in an occupied town, and you're...you're carousing around with the local women?!”
“I'm *relaxing* with the local women,” Diane corrected, raising a finger and smiling hungrily. “Max told us all to rest. I just invited some good friends to rest with me.”
“Good friends,” Amon echoed, in the same tone she used when Vankar tried to convince her the flask he carried on duty was just water. “And just how long have you been...good friends?”
“Oh, we've been very good to her,” the younger townswoman tittered, planting a soft kiss on Diane's neck and being rewarded with a leisurely stroke down her backside. “It feels like we've been...good friends forever.”
“Just come out and say it,” Amon hissed, crossing her arms. “I'm not stupid. Unless you find all this innuendo fun, there's no point to it.”
Diane did find the innuendo very fun, actually, but decided to indulge her avian comrade's irritation. “All right,” she said, pulling the two elves closer to her for a moment and enjoying their hands on her body one more time, before releasing them and stepping towards Amon. She grinned. “I seduced them both in their own home, and fucked them for hours on their bed. Then I made them swear to screw only women, lots and lots of women, from now on, and thought I'd get something to drink. I figured letting them tag along was the least I could do after they showed me such a good time...again and again and again.”
Amon was perfectly still for a moment, her voice controlled when she spoke at last. “You're going to put the Force's reputation at risk with behavior like this...”
Diane gave a sincere, merry laugh. “You think I care?” she asked, stepping forward again until she was inches away from Amon's face. Diane's gaze bore into Amon's eyes, and once again Amon felt her heart beating faster, felt heat rising in her body. Diane smiled sweetly. “I'm proud to be a member of the Shining Force, and I'll help Max put away the dragon, absolutely. But I'm not going to repress who I am any longer. Not for him, not for anyone.”
“Who you are?” Amon whispered, fighting to suppress the mental images Diane's suggestive demeanor, clothes, body art, and earlier words were conjuring in her mind. “Who are you, Diane? You never used to act like this. Then one night you just...up and changed everything about yourself!”
“Sometimes,” Diane said, licking her lips and looking Amon up and down, “one night is all it takes.” She winked. “Ask my friends behind me.”
“And that's all you care about now, is it?” Amon shook her head. “There's something else going on with you. I can't believe you like acting like nothing more than a sex-crazed maniac now.”
“Like it? I LOVE it. It's who I am, and I'm finally letting myself free! And I think...” Diane said, gazing deeply into Amon's eyes, “I think that you'd LOVE it, too... given a chance."
Amon suddenly felt a roaring desire burn in her belly. Those gazes the other women kept giving Diane...what had they experienced to make them so devoted in so short a time? Despite their current demeanor, they looked for all the world like they had been until this day nice, normal townspeople. What delights had Diane given to them to so change them? What untold pleasure could she herself have, if she would just ask?
It...didn't have to mean anything. Lots of soldiers bent the rules while fighting in a war. She could...she could experiment a little. She could let Diane's hands run through her feathers and see what sensations those nimble, delicate fingers could wake in her. She could let Diane's tongue dance up and down her body. She could let those arms wrap around her, and it would feel so good, she just knew it...
Diane interrupted Amon's daydreaming by leaning forward and kissing the bird-woman on the beak. It was no chaste kiss, either. Amon immediately snapped back into reality, only to slump a little as her body trembled at the feeling of the other woman's insistent tongue pressing against her beak. Without even knowing she did so, Amon parted her beak, allowing Diane's tongue to begin writhing in her mouth. It was Amon's first kiss...beaks were not built for kissing one another, so members of her race used their beaks to tenderly preen one another's necks as an alternative to kissing. The pleasing, charming intimacy of that preening was a lovely experience, and Amon had never understood how other races' shoving their tongues together could possibly compare. Now, however, now she understood. As Diane's flat, broad tongue danced with Amon's own slim, articulate one, the punkish elf moving her kiss from underneath to the side and back again, using the considerable knowledge Alef had implanted within her of how to best work with and around a beak for a birdwoman's pleasure, Amon finally understood how utterly thrilling a kiss could be.
Diane's arms were immediately around her, holding her closer as Amon made no move to stop the archer's advances. When Diane pulled back, that hungry smile of hers was back and hungrier than ever. She turned towards the two elves who had been following her.
“You two run on home now,” she said. “I was going to get a drink...but I think I found something to eat instead.”
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Amon pushed the door to the inn room open with one hand, the other holding Diane close as the pink-haired elf rained kisses on the birdwoman's neck and shoulders. Amon still didn't know why she was doing this. She was happy with her husband, had been for years. But the pleasant pressure of Diane's kisses on her nape, the way their suction lightly pulled at her feathers, spreading subtle tingling everywhere Diane's lips touched...and the kiss they had shared. It had felt so good...so *right*. Diane's nimble fingers slipped under her armor to gently pinch a feather-concealed nipple, and Amon shuddered, remembering why she was doing this after all.
“Balbaroy can't know about this,” Amon mumbled as she reached out to close the inn door.
“Sure, sure,” Diane said, clearly not paying attention as she explored Amon's body with interest, as best she could in the warrior's dressed state. “Whatever you say.”
“I'm serious,” Amon said, letting Diane guide her to the edge of the bed. “I'll...I'll indulge you...this once. But he can't ever find out.”
Diane stopped for a moment and stared with disbelief at Amon. Then she laughed. “This once...you actually believe that, don't you? Honey, when I'm done, you'll be begging for my bed. Every. Night.”
The thought of doing exactly that flitted through Amon's mind as Diane's hungry gaze met her eyes once again. The thought of obediently following Diane to her chambers each night, and begging the elf to take her. The thought of long nights of pleasure she could have, if she cast away her old self...
Amon lightly bit her tongue with her beak to snap herself out of it. These fantasies were getting out of control! If bedding the now-punkish archer of the group was the only way to get them out of her head, then it was what she had to do!
“I... doubt that,” Amon said, a lot more slowly than she cared to admit. Diane caressed her bare shoulders, then slowly laid down on the bed, taking off her boots as she looked at Amon.
“We'll see. Now, let's get this party started. Take 'em off, birdie,” Diane ordered.
Amon paused at the command, a protest on her tongue, before she looked at Diane's smoldering gaze again and swallowed the response and her pride. She gently took off the light helm she wore and put it on the inn-room's dresser, before reaching down and undoing her foot-wraps and knee-armor. Diane's eyes never left her, even as she tossed her boots to the side. The elf frowned.
“What's the hold up? Keep going,” Diane told her, hands working at her pants.
Amon's hands went to the straps of her breastplate, then stopped. “I...My breastplate...Only my husband has ever seen me without it...without something to cover me there...” Amon admitted, the weight of what she was about to do hitting her.
Diane grinned wider, sitting up and crawling forward to the edge of the bed, just a foot away from Amon. “Then I'm going to want front-row seats,” she said. “And believe me when I say that I will make it worth the effort to remove.”
Amon considered this and slowly undid the chest-piece, letting it fall to the bed and pushing it off with a hand as Diane licked her lips and reached out for her. The elf's fingertips trailed over the smooth, soft mounds now exposed to the air. Amon let out a shuddering breath as Diane touched her.
“I've got to say, these feel very nice,” Diane remarked appreciatively, reaching out with both hands to gently feel, then fondle the feathered breasts. She reveled in ruffling and smoothing the other woman's plumage as she explored this new kind of beauty. “Not too different from what we elves got, just covered in feathers, is all. Nice, soft down...bare skin is great, of course, but I gotta say, the soft, sleek feather thing is really appealing. I may just end up liking birdwomen best...”
Amon didn't respond, at least not verbally. She was trying to control her breathing, to not let slip the fact that she found Diane's hands on her breasts to feel...utterly amazing. Each stroke of a fingertip, tweak with fingers, or grasp with the whole hand sent tremors of bliss through her entire body. Every feather put out of place was a prick of arousal, and smoothing it back into place just spread that tiny pinion of heat within her. Soft, sexy, slow, subtle...the pleasure of Diane's touch was simply sublime.
Her eyes snapped open when the sensations suddenly stopped. Diane leaned back on the bed once more, waving a hand imperiously. “Now the loincloth. Off with it,” she ordered.
It wasn't exactly a loincloth, but Amon didn't care to correct her as she undid the pieces of armor around her hips and took off the cloth wrap that served to cover her privates. When the birdwoman was finally naked, Diane held up a hand.
“Stop. Let me look at you first. Never seen a birdwoman's pussy before, and I want to savor the experience,” Diane said, tilting her head and leaning from one side to the other. “Turn around.”
Amon did so, and Diane let out an exasperated sigh.
“Slower, stupid! I'm trying to look here. Yeah, like that,” she approved as Amon did as instructed. Diane grinned. “Fold your arms over your head. Good. Now draw your hands slowly over your body. Haha...yeah, good.” Diane smiled as Amon blushed and gave her a reluctant show. “Maybe next time I'll have you do a strip-tease for me. This your first time fuckin' another woman?”
“It...it is,” Amon confirmed, inwardly thinking how strange it was to hear that question, how surreal it felt to be in this position, naked before another woman. Naked before another woman who was about to make passionate love to her. She felt another thrill dance up and down her spine...at the same time, part of her mind screamed at her that she was getting involved in something that might be more trouble than when she signed on with the Force to begin with.
“Don't worry then, babe. I'll take care of everything,” Diane said, suddenly leaning up to reach out and pull Amon down on top of her, her mouth open and seeking her own. Their tongues met, and Diane turned her head to the side, then closed her mouth over Amon's beak. The doubts that had been plaguing Amon all night were suddenly washed clean from her mind. It felt so good...so natural when Diane kissed her. It was the most natural, right pleasure she had ever felt. Her hands felt like they were made to grab onto her body, her legs felt right at home pressed against Diane's...her smooth skin, so different from Amon's own feathered flesh, just felt fantastic to touch...
When Diane withdrew, Amon was left panting and on the verge of begging for more, as Diane had predicted she would.
“Now let's REALLY get goin'!” Diane said, diving towards Amon with animal passion. Her mouth once again hungrily sought Amon's beak, tongue diving inside to again curl and twist about the birdwoman's own. Whereas earlier Diane had focused simply on the seduction, she now had the leisure of paying more attention to the strange taste and texture of Amon's tongue. It was odd, but not unpleasantly so, Diane thought. Not as immediately appealing as her feathered skin, but at the same time, the thinner structure had possibility, and the different taste could grow on her. Birdwomen might be an acquired taste...and she fully intended to have fun finding out if she would acquire it or not.
Diane's hand caressed the giant wings sprouting from Amon's back for a moment, playfully tugging at the great feathers there, which caused a pleased moan to escape Amon's throat, before returning her hands to Amon's back, then sides. Diane's hands moved upward, but only grazed the near Amon's breasts. A quiet whimper escaped her partner's beak from the lack of attention.
“Oh, I'm sorry,” Diane said, her tone making it clear she wasn't. “You want my hands on your breasts?” Amon let out a relieved sigh as Diane's fingers began to work their magic on her again. Then they suddenly stopped, as Diane pressed her head against Amon's.
“Then say it.”
“I...I want your hands on my breasts,” Amon said, staring into Diane's eyes again. What was it about her stare? Every time she looked into those golden eyes, she felt like pudding, about to melt into a puddle under immense pressures of pounding pleasure. Diane placed her palms over Amon's breasts and made no further movement, looking down at the globes in her hands, before looking up again.
“So...what? You want me to grab your tits? To squeeze 'em, knead 'em? Tell me what you want me to do.” Diane grinned. “I'm just so confused! I need direction.”
“I...” Amon hesitated again, but only for a second. The more time she spent here, the less real her past seemed to be compared to this new and exciting present. “I want you to grab my tits. I want you to grab them hard, massage them, do whatever you want to them.”
Diane leaned forward and whispered to Amon. “Tell me you want me to pinch your nipples, to pull on them, bite them, suck on them.”
Amon's breath caught with desire, and she rushed her words to comply. “I want you to pinch my nipples, pull them, tweak them, bite them! I want you to suck on my breasts...ah!” Amon let out a gasp as Diane's hands began to do as she requested, squeezing, rubbing, and massaging her chest. A moment later, Diane leaned forward to tease each nipple with her tongue, only briefly before she leaned back again. Amon felt as though she were drowning in molten need.
“Tell me what else to do with my hands. You want me to make them crawl along your front? Caress your sides? Trail down your spine?” Diane asked, fingers already very busy giving a preview of these actions. Amon paused.
“I...” she mumbled. Then she suddenly sucked in a lungful of air and shouted with a brazen intensity that shocked both herself and Diane, “I want your hands inside of me!!!”
Diane's eyes widened and her grin grew, the archer trying hard not to laugh in victorious delight. She wasn't expecting to get this far so fast, given how resistant Amon had been, but it was a welcome surprise!
“All right, Amon,” Diane said, her hands ceasing their assault on Amon's breasts to travel down to her slit and explore. “If that's what you want, then that's what I'll give ya.”
“It is. It is! I want it!” Amon firmly said, her eyes locked on the archer's delicate fingers as they traced around her outer lips and teased her stiff clitoris. She shivered as new sensations rippled through her body, feelings familiar yet foreign as Diane's hands moved on her. She wasn't exactly a blushing maiden...but she had only ever known the touch of her husband before this. His was a strong, masculine grip that was so different than the skilled, soft, yet firm touch that was thrilling her right now. A sudden surge of pleasure broke her from her thoughts as she looked down to see Diane's right hand slowly pushing its way into her pussy, filling her more fully than she had ever been. Amon felt the archer's hand clench into a fist inside of her as she leaned forward again, placing the free hand on her breast and squeezing while she whispered more words to the avian woman.
“Say it...” Diane hissed, slowly pushing her fist deeper into Amon. Amon let out a squeal as it moved with agonizing, tantalizing slowness. “Say what you want.”
“Deeper...” Amon pleaded. “Go deeper...Please...oh Light...Please!!!”
Diane grinned and complied, slowly pushing her fist deeper and deeper into Amon.
“You like that, you slut?” Diane squeezed Amon's breast hard with her hand, before giving her other breast a light nip with her teeth. “You like my fist inside you?”
“Yessss...” Amon hissed, her own hands clenching fistfuls of bed-sheet and nearly ripping them apart. Further down the bed, the sheets were slowly being shredded as her talons clenched and clawed helplessly in her pleasure. “Yessss!!!”
“You walked up to me all high and mighty, thinking you were some paragon of virtue, but in the end, what did you turn out to be? Huh?” Diane stopped the movement of her fist and barked at Amon. “Answer me!!!”
“Sssslut,” Amon hissed again, mind only half paying attention to Diane's words when there was that glorious fist inside of her, sending storms of pleasure to ravish her. “Just another slut...Keep...Keep going...”
“That's right!” Diane shouted, a fierce joy on her face. “Just another slut! Well guess what, you're MY slut now, got that? MY slut! Tao can't have you. Alef can't have you. I got you all by myself, and if they ask really nicely, MAYBE I'll share you...but I'm going to be the one to break you. You will be broken to ME!”
“Yes...” Amon tilted her head back, eyes closed as she let out gasp after gasp. Diane was increasing the speed and force of her movements inside her. “Yes...break me!”
“You want it?!” Diane shouted. “You got it!!!”
Diane suddenly doubled the speed of her sawing motion, and Amon's eyes flew open, her mouth agape as she felt a familiar fire, a familiar tension begin to gather deep within her. Inner muscles clenched down on Diane's hand as a spray of fluid coated her arm, Amon's limbs flailing wildly as she let out an inarticulate cry that devolved into an avian screech. The enchantment embedded in Diane's brain, already having been transmitting a portion of the feelings Amon had been enjoying to Diane, suddenly kicked into overdrive, and the archer let out a happy scream as she came just as hard as Amon. Shocked by the intensity, drained by the physical effort, both women collapsed on the bed away from each other, panting. Diane was surprised to see Amon recover first.
Her mind long lost to the haze of sensation enveloping her, Amon sat up, crawled forward, and lightly pinched Diane's nipple with her beak. The archer immediately let out an uncharacteristic squeal of delight. Encouraged by this, Amon opened her beak wider and engulfed the small nub, and licked at it in slow circles, then faster and faster as her hands came up to massage Diane's small bosom. Diane caught Amon's gaze, and smirked in a lazy, cat-like manner. A low tremor of pleasure passed through Amon and she licked harder, grasped firmer. Something deep in her mind shifted, and she found herself tasting Diane's body with more and more relish. The smooth, inked skin, so unlike the feathers that covered her...the skin that tasted of sweat and desire. The feel of what were little more than half handfuls of soft flesh, her tits...she was feeling up another woman and it was driving her wild! More than that, she was feeling up an elf! She never could have dreamed it would be so enjoyable, so...fulfilling! It felt like she was sating a hunger she hadn't even known she had until now. Had she been missing out on pleasures like these all this time? How much time had she wasted in ignorance of this satisfaction?
Part of Amon immediately felt a pang of guilt as it dawned on her just what that thought meant. For a brief moment, all her excuses and rationalizations faded away in the light of the stern truth that she was cheating on her husband, whom she loved dearly, with a woman who had made it very clear that lust was all she cared about. Amon almost broke away, almost stopped mid-caress and got up for the door. Then Diane caught her with her gaze again, and the promise of endless pleasure that those half-lidded eyes held drowned Amon's better self in a sea of base desires. The thought of her adultery was twisted from guilt into a giddy thrill, only enhanced by the thought she was committing that adultery with an elf, not even another birdfolk. The rationalizations flooded back in as Diane pushed Amon's head down to her crevice.
“It's just one night...” Amon thought to herself as her tongue trailed down Diane's body to her glistening slit. Amon paused at the sight of Diane's pussy, some part of her realizing that if there was a time to stop, it was now. She didn't exactly know how or why, but all the same, something inside her knew that it would be over once she ran her tongue along those honeyed petals. A second passed, and another, and then Amon buried her face in Diane's crotch with a sudden lunge, licking and sucking on her pussy like it was a meal to a starving woman. Diane howled in pleasure and pushed Amon's head against crotch, unable to stop from twisting and thrashing as the birdwoman's short tongue rubbed against her clit, and her beak surrounded it with delicious pressure.

There was no going back now, no stopping, no restraint. Only the release, brought by complete submission to desire, existed now. Amon gently bit on Diane's nub and let all her doubts and guilt be banished by the moment of passionate lust she was sharing with a woman she had hated no more than a few hours ago. Only one thought lingered for a moment longer than the rest, before it, too, vanished as though it had never been.
“...just one night...”
Diane let out a sharp gasp of joy as Amon began licking her out. This was turning into one hell of a good night, and good nights were all she wanted to have, from now until forever.
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Amon hadn't lasted very long, but the intensity of the fuck-session, coupled with the delicious knowledge that she had succeeded in seducing away Balbaroy's wife from him, had more than made up for it, Diane thought. Besides, she reasoned, Amon was only used to sex with her husband...as Diane claimed her again and again, the birdwoman would become more accustomed to the intensity and duration of sex with a woman. The prospect of being the woman to help Amon increase her endurance was a pleasing one.
Diane stretched out in the inn's bed, then laid one hand on Amon's back, past the great wings that made certain acts that night a little more difficult than anticipated. Oh well, she liked a challenge, and there were so many exotic benefits to the body of a birdwoman that this one minor obstacle was easily forgiven. Currently, Amon was sprawled on top of Diane, those wings of hers not really giving her any other options for a sleeping position once she had been exhausted enough to fall to slumber. Diane had considered slipping out and leaving while she slept, but once Amon's exhaustion had forced an end to their love making, Diane had discovered that she was fairly tired herself. She also really, really wanted to see Amon's reaction when she woke up. The malicious side of her toyed with the idea of slipping out anyway and letting her think it was all a dream, before trying to seduce her again, but that seemed like far too much work for a fuck that was, frankly, not difficult to get.
Diane grinned and ran her hand down Amon's spine to cup her ass. The birdwoman stirred in her slumber, and the grin widened.
“Amon, Amon, Amon...What am I going to do with you, I wonder? Maybe you can be the Tao to my Alef...Or maybe I'll introduce you to my sister and her lover, see how much fun we can all have together. You're mine, not theirs, but I'm a nice gal, I can share my toys now and then. Or maybe I'll just leave things be. Having you as a secret fuck buddy while you play the dutiful wife in the daytime... Mmm. The thought just gives me shivers.” Diane yawned and let her head rest more heavily on the pillow. “No rush, though...Either the world ends in two days, or we win. If we lose, well, at least I finally discovered myself before it was too late, and had some good fun before the end. But if, rather when we win, no more war. We won't have to make war...” Diane smiled as sleep began to claim her too. “We can make love all day instead.”
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Mae's dreams were dark and foreboding, despite the very pleasant way she was put to bed the night before, so when her eyes fluttered open at the touch of Anri's hand caressing her face, she was more than a little relieved.
“I was hoping you'd sleep a little longer,” Anri confessed, leaning in to wake Mae up further with a light kiss on her lips.
“Why? I can't think of a better way to wake up,” Mae said, catching Anri's head with her hands and pulling her back for a second, fiercer kiss. The two caught their breath for a moment after it ended, before Anri smiled impishly.
“Exactly. I wanted to show you a better way to wake up,” Anri said, moving her hands to gently fondle Mae's breasts. The knight let out a low hiss of pleasure and clutched Anri's hands to her. The princess smiled. “...but since you're awake anyway...”
“I could fall asleep again if you'd like,” Mae said, suppressing a grin on her own face. “...but I think I might want to be awake for this.”
“You might,” Anri agreed, moving her hands around Mae's breasts as she talked. “Just relax and enjoy. I'm going to return the favor from last night.”
“You-”
Whatever Mae was about to say was cut off by Anri planting her lips on hers and kissing her deeply once more. The kiss muffled a sudden moan as Anri lightly pinched Mae's nipples, before withdrawing both her hands and her tongue from Mae with a wink. It was all Mae could do not to complain about the sudden lack of contact. Instead, she watched Anri trail her hands down her torso to where the human upper half melded into the horse lower half, then slowly work her way along that half to...
“Ohhh!” Mae moaned as Anri began gently stroking the area around her slit, teasing the entrance with light tracings of her fingertips around its edges. Mae twisted around a bit, trying to see, and was treated to the sight of her queen kneeling before her backside and slowly dragging her tongue over her vagina from bottom to top. Mae was already quite aroused, but adrenaline and heat began to permeate her body as her heart beat faster. The tingles of pleasure brought from Anri orally stimulating her had slowly become a pleasant familiarity over the weeks, but the sight of Anri kneeling before her equine pussy always retained an extra spark for her. She scrabbled for a pillow to squeeze as Anri let her tongue enter her depths, swirling it around before withdrawing it and letting it flick across Mae's engorged clitoris. Mae bit into the pillow to avoid letting a loud gasp free. Anri noticed and stopped momentarily to smile at her.
“Mae, don't get so worked up,” she scolded. “This is just the foreplay. The main event's a lot more...noticeable.”
Anri lowered her face to Mae's slit and tasted her extensively for a few more minutes, before she sat up and began tracing her fingers around the slit once more. Pleasure was a warm bath that Mae was soaking in. She grabbed another pillow, and another, and hugged them fiercely to her in the absence of anything else to focus her energy on.
Mae suddenly felt a surge of pleasure and bit down again into a pillow, and moaned into it as she felt something large enter her. Her powerful body trembled as climactic waves reverberated through it, and it was all she could do not to add a muffled scream to her pillow. When the first orgasm passed, Mae summoned the strength to look up and over, and saw Anri slowly pumping her slender fist in and out of her opening with a devilish grin. The warm pleasure bath became a roiling sea as Anri pumped her fist in and kept going to a little ways past the wrist. Mae screamed this time; there was no helping it. Her fluids flowed over Anri's arm, and the princess kept on going, Mae panting madly as she fought to control herself.
“Are you really trying to maintain your composure here? With me?” Anri asked, clearly amused. “Let it go, Mae. Let it go. Surrender to the moment, forget your duties and discipline, and just...enjoy me.”
“I never surrender,” Mae muttered, offering Anri a willful smile and playfully narrowed eyes. She gasped and thrashed a second later when Anri drove her arm in deeper.
“I think you will,” Anri giggled. “And I think you'll like it.” Anri then lowered her face and began to tongue-lash Mae's clitoris, even as her fist entered her fully once more.
It was the most mind-numbingly pleasurable hour later when Anri was finally proven right on both counts.
When they finally arose, it was to indulge in a hot bath, before dressing for breakfast, which was more like lunch at that point. They then left the inn to spend most of the day just walking around the city. The important thing to Mae and Anri though, was the unspoken fact that they were spending the day together, the day that might be the last peaceful day of their lives, with the final battle looming on the horizon. Vankar would be at his cups. Hanzou would be meditating. Max would be planning. Lowe would be eating everything he could stomach. Alef and Tao would be...well, doing what they were always doing. Anri and Mae however, would be content simply walking around the city their Force had conquered, walking and talking about a future that they prayed would still be there when tomorrow's battle had ended.
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