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The Return
Softcore, fantasy
A knight and her demigoddess reunite after several years apart and help each other prepare for bed.
Featuring: Lorienne the knight, and Volante (pron Volanche) the rogue demigoddess.
The clamoring of drunken soldiers spilled across the the village of tents. Though portions of the town of Luceria were damaged during the fight, their defensive position enabled them to wait out a thin but deadly attack. Lorienne was not one keen to more commotion after having just survived another day of clash. She turned away from the bonfire outside of the major's tent and shuffled in the other direction to her tent, a short three lanterns away. She could see that the candle outside of her tent was still lit. Her stomach tensed, but she continued forward.
–--
Volante looked towards the portal of the tent as it folded back. The person looking back at her stopped for a moment. The shadow of her claymore hilt cut through the moonlight on her cheek. Her graceful features contrasted with the scuffs on her pauldrons. For a moment, Volante was lost in her eyes.
“It's so good to see you again.” Lorienne entered the tent and turned around for a moment to tie down the entrance flap. Clearly, the reconnaissance officer had only just arrived as well. She was still wearing most of her bodice. Her dagger belt was nearly falling off of he hips. “We were all so afraid that you would stay on the other side of the Atlantic.”
“I had considered it, but you are here. My loyalty is to the faithful.” She smirked through her fiendish fangs.
Volante unbuckled her gauntlets, which she placed on top of the chest at the side of her cot. Next, her swords, and then her boots. She looked up to watch as her comrade did this same. The cavalrywoman stopped after removing her first glove and exhaled, dropping it to the floor. She was exhausted, much more human than her friend. Volante's hands grasped Lorienne's still dressed arm and began to unbuckle her. She slipped off the gauntlet and picked up the other, placing them on the table at the corner of the tent.
“Did you sleep at all yesterday?”
“No... not before this encount...” she yawned through her last words.
The demigoddess returned, placing her hand on the other woman's shoulder and guiding her to her cot. She then sat her down to unclasp each boot. Quite hefty, indeed. It was impressive that she was moving so easily with those clods earlier in the day. They too went beneath the table. She then extended her hands to help Lorienne rise to her feet. Her fluttering eyes were indicative of her fatigue. Volante stepped behind her and unbuttoned her cape. The crossed daggers on her back were attached her cinture. She reached around her and unclasped it, freeing it from her waist... though she wanted to stay close to her soldier.
The sensation of the other woman's arms around her waist sent a wave of nervousness through her lower body. Lorienne fought the urge to hold her hands as they were. Her rapidly shifting eyes could for a moment be her secret.
“When was the last time anyone was this close and not trying to kill me?”
“I know the feeling...”
“Probably the last time we were together.”
“Two years ago.” The hybrid woman slipped her fingers under the belts buckling the soldier's pauldrons together.
“...and 68 days.” The soldier was relieved that the woman standing behind her couldn't see the lament on her face.
Volante's tugs shook the officer's body as she loosened her shoulder plates. She struggled to keep her balance through her delirium. She wanted to touch her. The two pieces fell free, and Lorienne continued to unbuckle her own chest plates as her partner set the other pieces aside. Volante pulled the breast plates apart and then lifted them at the shoulder. She pulled slowly, careful not to catch the soldier's hair in any of the joints.
Lorienne immediately sat down on her cot and balanced her head on her fist. She felt as if she might tumble forward if she wasn't careful. She sneaked a few glances at the assassin as she unbuckled her own weapons. After unstringing her robe, she tossed it over the knight's head and laughed. The smell of her sweat was intoxicating.
She freed the clasps from her armor and pulled it away. She wasn't wearing much else. As the robe fell from Lorienne's face, she could see the demigoddess's inhuman... superhuman build. Patches of lapidary stone dotted her skin. Such a thing would be impossible for a mere human to emulate. She watched her muscles shift as she turned towards her. The demigoddess knelt before the knight and began to unbutton her coat. She could feel her shivering with debility, or perhaps fear. Volante pulled her coat away, standing briefly to put it on a hook.
She again lowered herself before the knight and unclasped her suspenders, followed by the series of buttons holding together her pants. She reached forward and brushed her nipple with her thumb, shocking the other woman long enough to kiss her on the lips. With her other hand she pulled on her pants. The soldier lifted her rear to allow the pants to slip beneath her and allowed them to fall to the floor. The demigoddess didn't break eye contact as she pulled them from her feet.
Lorienne couldn't speak, as happy as she was incredulous to the officer's boldness.
“Is it okay if I turn off the lower lamp at the entrance?”
Lorienne nodded in approval, and slid herself under her sheets. She closed her eyes and resisted the urge to look at her. The sound of the demigoddess's cot flexing under her weight was a disappointment. She wanted her arms to surround her again. When she opened her eyes, she could see the other woman preparing for meditation. It was a rare moment of calm for her divinely volatile friend. Her docile expression was inviting, kissable.
The soldier admired her for a few moments longer, allowing the other woman time to descend into her trance. She sat up and approached her with two strides. The sensation of Lorienne's lips against her own shattered Volante's trance. An exceedingly powerful arm wrapped around her waist and lowered her head to her pillow, all while her tongue drew upon the subtle sensitivity of her teeth. She could feel the scar on the soldier's cheek as she caressed her face Their interlocking legs pressed against each other. The assassin's legs bunched around her lower abdomen. She arched her body towards her wandering hands.
The other woman's fingernails pulled at the skin of her back and tickled her ribs as she reached up her shirt. Her hand slipped on the patch of lapidary beneath her left breast and cupped her. Volante grasped the other woman by her neck and licked her lips. The stimulation sent pulses of alertness through her body. She took her fingers higher to touch the assassin's nipple. Her response was immediate, pushing more of herself into the other woman's hand and tightening her ankles around her calf. Her hips rocked forward against her thigh.
Lorienne's own nipples became hard from the sensation of the other woman writhing beneath her breasts. Another wave of the other woman's hips lapped her thigh against her pussy. Her whimpers echoed through Volante's head and to the core of her mind. Her own coos rippled at the soldier's foggy fatigue. Through her shivering lips she savored the still surrender of the other woman's face.
The sound of heavy footsteps and clashing metal came closer to the entrance of their tent. Both stopped and opened their eyes, exchanging gazes between amber and emerald oculars. They listened closely as the pounding of combat boots became more rhythmic, and the squires outside began to clap. Volante laid flat on her back and clutched her soldier, while Lorienne pulled the blanket above her head and burrowed between her goddess's breasts. They could hear the men and gentle-ladies still around the fire begin a drinking song. As the soldiers would trickle back to their own tents, they could be heard marching and mumbling the melody of the song. The shadows of boots and the occasional hand could be seen from beneath the tent portal.
Both were somewhat frustrated that they had to end their foray...
Volante giggled at the spectacle, as Lorienne melted into the lull of her lover's heartbeat. What was left of her weariness disbursed with the slipping of the other woman's fingers through her hair. sleep took her as quickly as she had accosted the demigoddess minutes before. For the first time in months, Volante could finally feel at home, even though they were tucked away in the hinterlands at the edge of the Vistula. No matter the remoteness. Her place was in the embrace of her favored knight.
The Return
Softcore, fantasy
A knight and her demigoddess reunite after several years apart and help each other prepare for bed.
Featuring: Lorienne the knight, and Volante (pron Volanche) the rogue demigoddess.
The clamoring of drunken soldiers spilled across the the village of tents. Though portions of the town of Luceria were damaged during the fight, their defensive position enabled them to wait out a thin but deadly attack. Lorienne was not one keen to more commotion after having just survived another day of clash. She turned away from the bonfire outside of the major's tent and shuffled in the other direction to her tent, a short three lanterns away. She could see that the candle outside of her tent was still lit. Her stomach tensed, but she continued forward.
–--
Volante looked towards the portal of the tent as it folded back. The person looking back at her stopped for a moment. The shadow of her claymore hilt cut through the moonlight on her cheek. Her graceful features contrasted with the scuffs on her pauldrons. For a moment, Volante was lost in her eyes.
“It's so good to see you again.” Lorienne entered the tent and turned around for a moment to tie down the entrance flap. Clearly, the reconnaissance officer had only just arrived as well. She was still wearing most of her bodice. Her dagger belt was nearly falling off of he hips. “We were all so afraid that you would stay on the other side of the Atlantic.”
“I had considered it, but you are here. My loyalty is to the faithful.” She smirked through her fiendish fangs.
Volante unbuckled her gauntlets, which she placed on top of the chest at the side of her cot. Next, her swords, and then her boots. She looked up to watch as her comrade did this same. The cavalrywoman stopped after removing her first glove and exhaled, dropping it to the floor. She was exhausted, much more human than her friend. Volante's hands grasped Lorienne's still dressed arm and began to unbuckle her. She slipped off the gauntlet and picked up the other, placing them on the table at the corner of the tent.
“Did you sleep at all yesterday?”
“No... not before this encount...” she yawned through her last words.
The demigoddess returned, placing her hand on the other woman's shoulder and guiding her to her cot. She then sat her down to unclasp each boot. Quite hefty, indeed. It was impressive that she was moving so easily with those clods earlier in the day. They too went beneath the table. She then extended her hands to help Lorienne rise to her feet. Her fluttering eyes were indicative of her fatigue. Volante stepped behind her and unbuttoned her cape. The crossed daggers on her back were attached her cinture. She reached around her and unclasped it, freeing it from her waist... though she wanted to stay close to her soldier.
The sensation of the other woman's arms around her waist sent a wave of nervousness through her lower body. Lorienne fought the urge to hold her hands as they were. Her rapidly shifting eyes could for a moment be her secret.
“When was the last time anyone was this close and not trying to kill me?”
“I know the feeling...”
“Probably the last time we were together.”
“Two years ago.” The hybrid woman slipped her fingers under the belts buckling the soldier's pauldrons together.
“...and 68 days.” The soldier was relieved that the woman standing behind her couldn't see the lament on her face.
Volante's tugs shook the officer's body as she loosened her shoulder plates. She struggled to keep her balance through her delirium. She wanted to touch her. The two pieces fell free, and Lorienne continued to unbuckle her own chest plates as her partner set the other pieces aside. Volante pulled the breast plates apart and then lifted them at the shoulder. She pulled slowly, careful not to catch the soldier's hair in any of the joints.
Lorienne immediately sat down on her cot and balanced her head on her fist. She felt as if she might tumble forward if she wasn't careful. She sneaked a few glances at the assassin as she unbuckled her own weapons. After unstringing her robe, she tossed it over the knight's head and laughed. The smell of her sweat was intoxicating.
She freed the clasps from her armor and pulled it away. She wasn't wearing much else. As the robe fell from Lorienne's face, she could see the demigoddess's inhuman... superhuman build. Patches of lapidary stone dotted her skin. Such a thing would be impossible for a mere human to emulate. She watched her muscles shift as she turned towards her. The demigoddess knelt before the knight and began to unbutton her coat. She could feel her shivering with debility, or perhaps fear. Volante pulled her coat away, standing briefly to put it on a hook.
She again lowered herself before the knight and unclasped her suspenders, followed by the series of buttons holding together her pants. She reached forward and brushed her nipple with her thumb, shocking the other woman long enough to kiss her on the lips. With her other hand she pulled on her pants. The soldier lifted her rear to allow the pants to slip beneath her and allowed them to fall to the floor. The demigoddess didn't break eye contact as she pulled them from her feet.
Lorienne couldn't speak, as happy as she was incredulous to the officer's boldness.
“Is it okay if I turn off the lower lamp at the entrance?”
Lorienne nodded in approval, and slid herself under her sheets. She closed her eyes and resisted the urge to look at her. The sound of the demigoddess's cot flexing under her weight was a disappointment. She wanted her arms to surround her again. When she opened her eyes, she could see the other woman preparing for meditation. It was a rare moment of calm for her divinely volatile friend. Her docile expression was inviting, kissable.
The soldier admired her for a few moments longer, allowing the other woman time to descend into her trance. She sat up and approached her with two strides. The sensation of Lorienne's lips against her own shattered Volante's trance. An exceedingly powerful arm wrapped around her waist and lowered her head to her pillow, all while her tongue drew upon the subtle sensitivity of her teeth. She could feel the scar on the soldier's cheek as she caressed her face Their interlocking legs pressed against each other. The assassin's legs bunched around her lower abdomen. She arched her body towards her wandering hands.
The other woman's fingernails pulled at the skin of her back and tickled her ribs as she reached up her shirt. Her hand slipped on the patch of lapidary beneath her left breast and cupped her. Volante grasped the other woman by her neck and licked her lips. The stimulation sent pulses of alertness through her body. She took her fingers higher to touch the assassin's nipple. Her response was immediate, pushing more of herself into the other woman's hand and tightening her ankles around her calf. Her hips rocked forward against her thigh.
Lorienne's own nipples became hard from the sensation of the other woman writhing beneath her breasts. Another wave of the other woman's hips lapped her thigh against her pussy. Her whimpers echoed through Volante's head and to the core of her mind. Her own coos rippled at the soldier's foggy fatigue. Through her shivering lips she savored the still surrender of the other woman's face.
The sound of heavy footsteps and clashing metal came closer to the entrance of their tent. Both stopped and opened their eyes, exchanging gazes between amber and emerald oculars. They listened closely as the pounding of combat boots became more rhythmic, and the squires outside began to clap. Volante laid flat on her back and clutched her soldier, while Lorienne pulled the blanket above her head and burrowed between her goddess's breasts. They could hear the men and gentle-ladies still around the fire begin a drinking song. As the soldiers would trickle back to their own tents, they could be heard marching and mumbling the melody of the song. The shadows of boots and the occasional hand could be seen from beneath the tent portal.
Both were somewhat frustrated that they had to end their foray...
Volante giggled at the spectacle, as Lorienne melted into the lull of her lover's heartbeat. What was left of her weariness disbursed with the slipping of the other woman's fingers through her hair. sleep took her as quickly as she had accosted the demigoddess minutes before. For the first time in months, Volante could finally feel at home, even though they were tucked away in the hinterlands at the edge of the Vistula. No matter the remoteness. Her place was in the embrace of her favored knight.
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