Vassal by Sterling D'Este (ebook reader computer TXT) 📕

men, and she had enjoyed the battle. By comparison, Alphonse seemed so good. So clean.

Alphonse just smiled. “Maybe I can change that.” She leaned forward and pressed a kiss between Delyth’s breasts. Her hair brushed against the skin there, down her sides. Alphonse kissed an inch lower and smiled, nuzzling her nose against Delyth’s skin before carefully crawling atop the stronger female.

“Alphonse…” Delyth breathed, the sound something like a whimper. Of all the answers the healer might have given her, that was not one she could have possibly expected. Delyth let herself be pushed back to lean against her hands, wings half-spread in tense anticipation. She watched Alphonse’s progress down her torso with unblinking focus, her breaths hitching with every kiss.

The weight of her body across Delyth’s thighs, the brush of her hair against skin. It was inebriating.

Alphonse grinned roguishly up at Delyth as she kissed the apex of her thighs, not afraid. “Tell me what to do, Delyth,” she murmured, nuzzling against the soft skin of the top of the warrior’slegs.

“Gods…” Delyth’s fists clenched big handfuls of the bedding beneath her, her lips parted and her eyes wide. She looked up at the top of the tent, exposing the pale skin of her neck before looking back down at Alphonse.

A few different ideas of just what she wanted the healer to do came to mind at once, jumbled, and clamoring for attention.

Her eyes fixated on the subtle curve of Alphonse’s lips so close…

“Kiss me,” she panted. “Slowly. My thighs. Then… where I touched you.”

Alphonse kissed one thigh, then the other, slowly making her way north. When she got to the apex of Delyth’s thighs, Alphonse lowered her lips to the velvet flesh, kissing experimentally.

The muscles in Delyth’s belly contracted sharply at that first little flick of Alphonse’s tongue, at the press of warm breath. Her own breath was harsh in her ears. Gently, she leaned forward to carefully gather the silken tendrils of Alphonse’s hair, collecting them into a gold bundle she held loosely at the top of the healer’s head. Out of the way.

“Do that again,” she said. “The… with your tongue.”

Alphonse looked up through her lashes once more and nodded before she licked again, this time a bit slower, dragging the tip of her tongue up the slit and over the little bud. Alphonse pressed her tongue against it a bit firmer this time, pausing long enough to look to Delyth for more direction.

“Ah.” Delyth twitched, her legs jumping a bit to either side of Alphonse. “Lightly there.”

Her eyes were on Alphonse’s, wide-pupilled. The healer’s lips were damp, the curve of her pale body slightly luminous behind her.

Delyth swallowed, dragged her eyes skyward as if in prayer. Brought them down.

“Lick me again. Long. Slow.”

Alphonse complied, licking methodically, shifting between the tip of her tongue and the thicker padded portion. And again. And again.

Delyth shuddered, biting down on her lip to keep from crying out. Instead, she moaned, low, and rumbling. She wasn’t thinking, her mind solely occupied by Alphonse’s mouth, and her arms trembled where she held herself up and the healer's hair away from her face.

“Just— just the bud, now,” she panted past red lips.

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Alphonse absolutely loved the sound of Delyth’s deep throaty moan, and despite her working diligently on that pearl as Delyth requested, Alphonse found herself becoming excited again. Her nipples were hardening, her own breath coming faster.

Goddess, the smell of Delyth.

“Del…” She murmured againstDelyth’s thigh, moaning before returning to the task.

“Stop,” the warrior gasped. “For a second. I want to taste you.” Delyth released Alphonse’s hair in a cascade down her back and lowered herself to her elbows, wings folded against the floor, though she kept most of her weight off them. “Come here,” she said. “Turn around and straddle me.”

Alphonse was startled, and for a moment thought about ignoring Delyth’s request but… She pushed herself to her knees before Delyth with a wry smile.

Slowly Alphonse licked her lips and then wiped the corners of her mouth with her palm. They were slick with Delyth’s honey.

“Turn around?” she seemed amused and slightly confused. “You don’t want to see my face? I like watching your face.”

Delyth laughed a little breathlessly, but said, “I love your face, Alphonse, but trust me.”

“Alright…” she moved around to kneel beside Delyth’s head. It seemed rude to… straddle her. “Are you certain?” What if she suffocated?

Delyth smiled a little lopsidedly. “I know it seems a bit… awkward,” she said. “But this way, we can both…” Her voice trailed off suggestively, and she reached out to brush her hand down Alphonse’s thigh. “If you don’t want to, we don’t have to.”

Amber eyes seemed to measure the distance between Delyth’s mouth and her mound, the distance between her own… Alphonse chuckled. “You’re very clever and very devious, aren’t you?”

She inhaled deeply as Delyth brushed her lips against Alphonse’s back. It felt strange to have never wanted anything or anyone to now want Delyth so badly she very nearly burned with it. And she did want to try but…

What if Delyth’s touch was so distracting Alphonse couldn’t pleasure the priestess?

Alphonse turned to smile down at the warrior and kissed her lips, beneath her ear, her throat.

“I promise, next time, but for now…” She looked down the length of Delyth’s perfect body. “I want to get this right. Does that upset you?”

Delyth cocked her head quizzically. “It doesn’t upset me at all.” She reached up to cup Alphonse’s face and stroked her cheek with one thumb. “I guess I try not to think of it as something you getright. More like something you just enjoy?” She relaxed again, letting her hand fall from the healer’s face. “I’ve enjoyed how you touch me.”

The words settled into Alphonse like stones. Her heart faltered.

She was making this into something she shouldn’t? She was being too… too studious? Alphonse swallowed and looked away hastily. She ran her fingers through her hair, brushing it away from her face as her mind reeled in what to do.

How could she