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Dalliance	By : Rodders Category: +A through F > Dragon's Dogma Views: 4502 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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It was dark in Cassardis, and the night air was heavy with the smells of summer.
As Mercedes stood by her window, a cool, shoreborn breeze caressed her naked flesh. Her hairs were standing on end, and she could feel the beginnings of a shiver, but she was not quite uncomfortable. Over the past few days, she had become quite accustomed to seaside life, and had even come to find it enjoyable. The chirping of gulls, the feeling of warm sand beneath her feet, the taste of fried lobster, these were all sensations new to her, and they were not unwelcome. It was a place far removed from the exigencies of Hearthstone, which, for all the love she bore the place, had begun to gnaw away at her sense of adventure until she feared she might become the prim and proper heiress her father had always wanted her to be.
“I was always expecting to be married off, you know,” she said, more to herself than anyone else. “Not to a man of import, of course. Like as not my husband would have been the second son of a foreign Prince, or some unruly Baron,” as she spoke, she turned to face the woman she had fallen in love with. “But I think the Arisen herself was a prize far above even my father’s lofty ambitions, no?” The large, redheaded woman was listening intently, dangling her legs in the air, her massive frame still cloaked in Mercedes’ mantle. When making love, it served as a better bed than the flimsy cots Cassardis folk meant by the word, and allowed for a greater deal of intimacy besides. “I feel like I have yet to offer you proper thanks, for delivering me from that life.”
The Arisen cocked an eyebrow and offered a wry smile. She was a woman who spoke little, and oft seemed to convey her thoughts simply through body language. “You mock me!” Mercedes gasped, and opened her eyes wide in sham horror. “Oh, dogged sentimentality!” she said, pretending to swoon. The Arisen began to laugh. Mercedes loved her laugh; it was hearty but soft, gentle but jolly. It was a thing dispensed only rarely, though as of late Mercedes seemed able to elicit it whenever she wished. Mercedes turned to the window again, this time resting her elbows on the frame and holding her head in her hands. As she watched the full moon dance between the clouds, her mind turned to graver matters. Was it an odd thing in Gransys, she wondered, for two women to marry? It was uncommon in Hearthstone, though not unheard of. Indeed, her father had suspected it was the route she would choose for herself if left untouched by his guiding hand. Much like her knightly ambitions, it was a contentious subject between the two. And, as on the subject of her knighthood, she had managed to talk his attitude down from “I have no daughter” to “Sully not the name Marten, otherwise do as you like”. Mercedes supposed it was the best she could have hoped for. She imagined that even if such a thing were a taboo in Gransys, the marriage of the Arisen herself would demand certain exceptions. There was then, of course, the matter of children, and the complications…
She was roused from her musing by the sting of a firm smack on her rear. Mercedes smiled, and her heart began to race. Their lovemaking often began this way, and she was hardly going to complain. As the smack turned into a grab, and another smack came, Mercedes whirled around, and put her hands on the Arisen’s shoulders. “I am a highborn lady of Hearthstone, ser. I think I deserve a measure more…respect.” She said this smiling, and gestured downward with her eyes. The Arisen nodded in approval, and got down on her hands and knees, her hungry eyes fixed on Mercedes'. Even in that stance, her head still reached Mercedes's stomach. She stuck out her tongue, and began to trace small circles around Mercedes' navel, eliciting a fit of girlish laughter. "Oh, let's dispense with this play, shall we?" Mercedes said, still giggling. "I would have you give me a proper seeing to."
The Arisen seemed slightly disappointed, but complied. She parted from Mercedes' navel with a kiss, and her lips began a downward walk, with every step a kiss. Some lingered longer than others; some were wet, some where fleeting. All were wonderful. Mercedes seized a shock of the Arisen's hair and closed her eyes. Though she was not a talkative soul, the Arisen's mouth could work wonders when roused, as Mercedes had learned well. She guessed, though she could not be certain, that half the young women in Cassardis had learned something similar. Pleasing a woman as fussy as Mercedes so brilliantly was no small feat, and just as the sharpest blade still needs a whetstone, the greatest talent needs practice. Perhaps she used her pawns for aught else than fighting?
Again, the Arisen pulled her away from her thoughts. Mercedes could feel her tongue buried in her crested mound, giving her one slow - agonizingly slow - lick along her slit. It was traditional for the highborn ladies of Hearthstone to shave themselves...everywhere, but Mercedes had never taken to it. She disliked the idea of feeling exposed. She offered silent thanks to her younger self now, for that decision had now bore heavenly fruit. She could feel every errant brush against her hairs the Arisen made with her tongue. It was a wonderful mixture of sensation; it tickled her, it aroused her, it ever so slightly discomforted her. When the Arisen withdrew her tongue, she finished on Mercedes' clit with something halfway between a kiss and a suck, and then a swirl of the tongue, coating the nub in saliva. "More. Please, give me more,” Mercedes groaned, and prepared herself for the next fleshy barrage.
But it never came. Instead, she opened her eyes to see the Arisen looking up at her with pursed lips, grinning the most mischievous grin she'd ever seen.
"Damn you, woman!" Mercedes grunted, slumping back against the cold, stony wall. The Arisen laughed again, and that almost made up for it, but not quite. "Are we making love or merry?" She could not help but smile, but her voice betrayed a hint of true frustration. The Arisen nodded, and brought her head down low, till her hair began to brush Mercedes' feet. For a moment, Mercedes wondered what she was doing, but then, somewhere beneath that sheet of red silk, she felt a kiss on her big toe. And then another, and another, and another, and another, until the Arisen was practically showering her feet in kisses. They had done this before, and Mercedes had quite enjoyed it. A life of soldiery didn't exactly afford her ample time to take care of her feet, or any part of her for that matter. The Arisen paid special attention to her entire body whenever she desired. The thing that she most appreciated about their relationship, she decided, was that it made her feel, for the first time in her life, like a woman. Not a stubborn girl playing at knighthood - a woman, with her own needs and wants and lusts.
The Arisen's tongue began to dart between Mercedes' toes, lingering between the gaps and swirling across the tips. Sometimes, she would take a toe into her mouth and suck on it for a few moments, before moving on to the next. Mercedes could not help but moan. "Oh, Arisen. I do so enjoy your attentions, but..." she reached out and brushed her lover's hair aside, exposing the milky white, freckled flesh. "When I wish you to make love to me..." Without so much as a warning, she hurled herself toward the Arisen, arms outstretched, with as much strength as she could muster. Mercedes pinned her to the ground by her shoulders, and looked her in the eyes as she spoke. “…You will make love to me.” The Arisen looked surprised, at first, but she seemed to warm to the idea rather quickly. She slotted her right knee in between Mercedes’ thighs, and Mercedes did the same. She slid her hands from the Arisen’s shoulders to her breasts, and began to rub in a circular pattern, brushing her thumbs over the nipples and sliding them between her fingers. The Arisen brought one of her hands down to Mercedes’ mound, now slick and dripping wet, and reached the other around to her has.
Slowly at first, the women began to hump each other, Mercedes, being smaller, had to be more precise. As she rocked her hips back and forth, she was careful that the very point of her knee ground against the Arisen’s sex, whereas the Arisen barely had to move at all, her leg seemed to be doing most of the work. Mercedes stopped briefly, and leaned down to kiss her lover. She stopped just before their lips touched, and lingered there for a moment. The Arisen frowned, and Mercedes could not help but relish in her discontent. “You see now, ser, teasing is no painless thing.” Mercedes, all the same, stuck out her tongue, and the Arisen began to lick it; long stretches on top and bottom, and short, tickling bursts of wiggles. Mercedes grabbed the back of her lover’s head, and pulled her in for a more traditional kiss. As their tongues danced together in the warmth of their mouths, the Arisen stifled a giggle, and the ripples of sound echoed through Mercedes’ flesh. That had sent her over the edge. She needed release.
Mercedes began to intensify her humping, and the Arisen hers. Both hands now moved to cup Mercedes’ fleshy globes, and to support herself Mercedes was forced to put her hands on the ground. This way, though, she could feel the warm, heavy breath escaping her lovers mouth, and that was almost as pleasant as a kiss. Harder and harder they ground together, until they began to moan with every thrust. Even the normally tight-lipped Arisen was begging, wordlessly, for Mercedes to finish her. Drenched in sweat and panting, Mercedes could feel a warmth building up in her crotch. She was so close now, she decided to go out in spectacular fashion. She seized the back of the Arisen’s head again, and pawed wildly at her breasts with her other hand. Looking straight into her lover’s eyes, she breathed “Come with me.” With reckless abandon, she heaved her body back and forth will all her strength, grinding against the Arisen’s cunt as fast as she was physically able. Mercedes contained her own orgasm for her lover’s sake, waiting until the perfect moment to release it. At least, the Arisen’s eyes rolled back, and she arched her spine, belting out one perfect, lusty scream as she did. It was time, then. Mercedes jolted forward, pressed her lips to her lover’s, and came, screaming into another mouth.
As they came down, twitching and giggling, Mercedes allowed herself to slump off of the Arisen’s body and onto the ground next to her. “As usual, Ser Arisen, that was incredible,” she said. The Arisen looked at her with a toothy, open-mouthed smile, and took her hand in her own. Mercedes felt like kissing her again, but that was their second session of the night, and to judge from the color of the sky, the sun would be rising shortly, it was better that she gave no cause to begin again. She closed her eyes, and prepared herself for sleep.
“Goodnight, Ser Mercedes,” said a voice so seldom heard it might well have been a stranger’s.
“Goodnight, my love.”
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