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Chione’s eyes closed, reveling in the feel of Ana’s lips on her skin. She was quivering beneath her already, even more so as the other woman tugged her head back with a gentle force. A moan fell from her lips as she squirmed slightly, seeking some sort of relief, some sort of friction where she so badly needed it. The way she sucked and tugged at her earlobe had Chione whimpering with need, her whispered words only increasing her desire.
With this agreed between them, there was no need to hold back anymore.
Her lips explored the woman’s pale skin eagerly, lingering over those tender spots where she could feel her beating pulse. Her lips moved down the line of her neck, towards her chest. She’d been dreaming of a moment like this all of her adult life. Finally, finally she had been gifted with the opportunity to act upon it. She clamped her mouth around one of the soft mounds, sucking enthusiastically through the thin layers of fabric that covered her still.
Just one night, and these impure thoughts could be purged from her forever. That was her hope. So she wouldn’t hold back.
Anastasia’s words washed over her and she pulled back with only a little reluctance. Indulgence was everything she loved, everything she craved. Tonight would be even more so than ever before. This was more than a decades worth of fantasies come to life. So many years of denied desire now at her fingertips.
She watched with wide eyes as Anastasia stood, taking her hand. She smiled slowly up at her before rising to her own feet. “Yes,” she murmured. “Let’s see these divine sheets you speak of. I need to experience them for myself, I believe.” The words were teasing and light, but her voice was breathy with impatience.
“Lead the way.”
Chione followed her, a sudden flutter of nerves stirring within her. She wanted this, there was no denying that. But she felt more out of her depth than she ever had. “Have... have you ever done... this... before?” she managed to ask, her gaze turning downcast and an uncharacteristic insecurity crept into her voice. She knew her way around men, but every touch with Ana so far had felt so different from what she was used to. Would everything be that different? That tiny doubt took hold of her then, making her tighten her hold on the other woman’s hand just a little tighter.
She wasn’t going to run from this. That opportunity had long ago passed. She wanted to lose herself in the pleasure again, to feel a woman’s touch everywhere she had longed for all these years. To taste the sweetness of her lips until she was drowning in her.
But her worries were creeping back in, and she needed that heady rush of desire to shove them away once more. Needed this Greek beauty to remind her how desperately she craved her touch. To tempt her beyond resistance once more.
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Chione’s eyes closed, reveling in the feel of Ana’s lips on her skin. She was quivering beneath her already, even more so as the other woman tugged her head back with a gentle force. A moan fell from her lips as she squirmed slightly, seeking some sort of relief, some sort of friction where she so badly needed it. The way she sucked and tugged at her earlobe had Chione whimpering with need, her whispered words only increasing her desire.
With this agreed between them, there was no need to hold back anymore.
Her lips explored the woman’s pale skin eagerly, lingering over those tender spots where she could feel her beating pulse. Her lips moved down the line of her neck, towards her chest. She’d been dreaming of a moment like this all of her adult life. Finally, finally she had been gifted with the opportunity to act upon it. She clamped her mouth around one of the soft mounds, sucking enthusiastically through the thin layers of fabric that covered her still.
Just one night, and these impure thoughts could be purged from her forever. That was her hope. So she wouldn’t hold back.
Anastasia’s words washed over her and she pulled back with only a little reluctance. Indulgence was everything she loved, everything she craved. Tonight would be even more so than ever before. This was more than a decades worth of fantasies come to life. So many years of denied desire now at her fingertips.
She watched with wide eyes as Anastasia stood, taking her hand. She smiled slowly up at her before rising to her own feet. “Yes,” she murmured. “Let’s see these divine sheets you speak of. I need to experience them for myself, I believe.” The words were teasing and light, but her voice was breathy with impatience.
“Lead the way.”
Chione followed her, a sudden flutter of nerves stirring within her. She wanted this, there was no denying that. But she felt more out of her depth than she ever had. “Have... have you ever done... this... before?” she managed to ask, her gaze turning downcast and an uncharacteristic insecurity crept into her voice. She knew her way around men, but every touch with Ana so far had felt so different from what she was used to. Would everything be that different? That tiny doubt took hold of her then, making her tighten her hold on the other woman’s hand just a little tighter.
She wasn’t going to run from this. That opportunity had long ago passed. She wanted to lose herself in the pleasure again, to feel a woman’s touch everywhere she had longed for all these years. To taste the sweetness of her lips until she was drowning in her.
But her worries were creeping back in, and she needed that heady rush of desire to shove them away once more. Needed this Greek beauty to remind her how desperately she craved her touch. To tempt her beyond resistance once more.
Chione’s eyes closed, reveling in the feel of Ana’s lips on her skin. She was quivering beneath her already, even more so as the other woman tugged her head back with a gentle force. A moan fell from her lips as she squirmed slightly, seeking some sort of relief, some sort of friction where she so badly needed it. The way she sucked and tugged at her earlobe had Chione whimpering with need, her whispered words only increasing her desire.
With this agreed between them, there was no need to hold back anymore.
Her lips explored the woman’s pale skin eagerly, lingering over those tender spots where she could feel her beating pulse. Her lips moved down the line of her neck, towards her chest. She’d been dreaming of a moment like this all of her adult life. Finally, finally she had been gifted with the opportunity to act upon it. She clamped her mouth around one of the soft mounds, sucking enthusiastically through the thin layers of fabric that covered her still.
Just one night, and these impure thoughts could be purged from her forever. That was her hope. So she wouldn’t hold back.
Anastasia’s words washed over her and she pulled back with only a little reluctance. Indulgence was everything she loved, everything she craved. Tonight would be even more so than ever before. This was more than a decades worth of fantasies come to life. So many years of denied desire now at her fingertips.
She watched with wide eyes as Anastasia stood, taking her hand. She smiled slowly up at her before rising to her own feet. “Yes,” she murmured. “Let’s see these divine sheets you speak of. I need to experience them for myself, I believe.” The words were teasing and light, but her voice was breathy with impatience.
“Lead the way.”
Chione followed her, a sudden flutter of nerves stirring within her. She wanted this, there was no denying that. But she felt more out of her depth than she ever had. “Have... have you ever done... this... before?” she managed to ask, her gaze turning downcast and an uncharacteristic insecurity crept into her voice. She knew her way around men, but every touch with Ana so far had felt so different from what she was used to. Would everything be that different? That tiny doubt took hold of her then, making her tighten her hold on the other woman’s hand just a little tighter.
She wasn’t going to run from this. That opportunity had long ago passed. She wanted to lose herself in the pleasure again, to feel a woman’s touch everywhere she had longed for all these years. To taste the sweetness of her lips until she was drowning in her.
But her worries were creeping back in, and she needed that heady rush of desire to shove them away once more. Needed this Greek beauty to remind her how desperately she craved her touch. To tempt her beyond resistance once more.
How often was it in the kingdom of Egypt that Anastasia was condemned to look but never touch? It was often torture, to look upon exquisite, nubile bodies almost entirely bared to the elements and be unable to tease or even openly admire them. Life in Egypt was a beautiful thing, with indulgences in the newly budding fancy in opium, with the delicacies of food and drink and the life that was made for her in the blooming love that coaxed her into staying in the kingdom itself. But... there were two sides to every coin and the deprivation of self was a constant pang within her chest. She thought she could suppress it, when Akhenaten said that he loved her... she thought she could lead a life indulging in him and only him. And for the past couple of weeks since she'd made her way into this villa, she had. She had her fill of Hena, night after night...
But this was something different. Akhenaten could not moan like this, nor would he whimper with this need that so desperately sought after relief. He would give her control, but the reactions he gave were decidedly masculine in nature... Chione's reactions elicited a raw shiver of delight that followed the curve of her spine and wrought its own degree of satisfaction. Their agreement of silence seemed to embolden the Egyptian further still, her lips moving along her throat in what could be seen as an effort to devour her. and ana reveled in it. She felt the path trail lower to the sheer fabric that covered her breasts. Anastasia tipped her head back, the low moan flowing from her lips. Shiver after shiver, the reverie only grew stronger as the thought arose that...
She's new to this, she reflected between moans. Clearly, her touch was practiced, her movements measured and with an eagerness to them that was both immensely satisfying and endearing. She was exploring something new to her, and Ana felt pleased at the privilege of giving the Egyptian the opportunity. When that moment passed and Ana deigned it the time to pull away, she took Chione's hand in her own, kneading her thumb in her palm before raising the arm up to her lips to press a gentle kiss to her wrist.
"Lead the way."
I will, she assured herself. In more ways than one.
It was the question that followed, however, that took Anastasia aback, her gaze turning downcst and demure in a way she hadn't seen yet in the Egyptian woman. Her fears were released by Ana's promise of silence... but her nerves had not. Anastasia offered her a smile, pressing forward to catch Chione's lips with her own. She didn't answer, however, leaving that for once the pair of them were in her bedroom. Ana set down the trove she was carrying, setting the pipe on the mattress before she turned her attention fully to her guest. She nodded her head, catching the Egyptian by the waist. She looped her arm about her hips, fingertips sliding between the rungs of her net-work dress before she answered her,
"You are Egyptian, Chione. Your people are among the most indulgent I've ever come across... But this prejudice against bedding another woman... Suffice it to say, you can confide in my experience," she assured her, the smile caught upon her lips before he loosed her grasp from Chione's hand. Her fingertips rose to the bottom rungs of her dress, applying downward pressure in an effort to wrest the fabric from its place and allow gravity to sway it from her hips. She'd make no effort to do the same for herself, eager to let Chione do such indulgence however she pleased. Anastasia... had her sights on something else altogether. She allowed her lips to roam the fully exposed flesh of her shoulder, traversing bronzed flesh to travel along her throat.
Elated in the opportunity to explore this woman, Anastasia's nails played along the flesh of her back, grazing skin before she met the woman's hips. She grasped at her flesh, toying with Chione for as long as it took until she too was exposed to the elements. Then, Anastasia palmed Chione's breasts, kneading the supple mounds before, at last, she pushed Chione into her bed. She'd seek to buckle the girl's knees and send her crashing to the surface, only to bend before her and bring her lips to Chione's navel. Higher and higher the path of her lips traveled, encapsulating each of the woman's bared nipples before claiming her lips in a heady kiss. She reached for the pipe, a chuckle cast upon her lips before she asked,
"Would you like one more pull, my lady? Or has your patience worn thin?"
Continue toying with her, she thought, committing to the course of action just as her other hand wove between Chione's legs, brushing against the flesh of her inner thighs.
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How often was it in the kingdom of Egypt that Anastasia was condemned to look but never touch? It was often torture, to look upon exquisite, nubile bodies almost entirely bared to the elements and be unable to tease or even openly admire them. Life in Egypt was a beautiful thing, with indulgences in the newly budding fancy in opium, with the delicacies of food and drink and the life that was made for her in the blooming love that coaxed her into staying in the kingdom itself. But... there were two sides to every coin and the deprivation of self was a constant pang within her chest. She thought she could suppress it, when Akhenaten said that he loved her... she thought she could lead a life indulging in him and only him. And for the past couple of weeks since she'd made her way into this villa, she had. She had her fill of Hena, night after night...
But this was something different. Akhenaten could not moan like this, nor would he whimper with this need that so desperately sought after relief. He would give her control, but the reactions he gave were decidedly masculine in nature... Chione's reactions elicited a raw shiver of delight that followed the curve of her spine and wrought its own degree of satisfaction. Their agreement of silence seemed to embolden the Egyptian further still, her lips moving along her throat in what could be seen as an effort to devour her. and ana reveled in it. She felt the path trail lower to the sheer fabric that covered her breasts. Anastasia tipped her head back, the low moan flowing from her lips. Shiver after shiver, the reverie only grew stronger as the thought arose that...
She's new to this, she reflected between moans. Clearly, her touch was practiced, her movements measured and with an eagerness to them that was both immensely satisfying and endearing. She was exploring something new to her, and Ana felt pleased at the privilege of giving the Egyptian the opportunity. When that moment passed and Ana deigned it the time to pull away, she took Chione's hand in her own, kneading her thumb in her palm before raising the arm up to her lips to press a gentle kiss to her wrist.
"Lead the way."
I will, she assured herself. In more ways than one.
It was the question that followed, however, that took Anastasia aback, her gaze turning downcst and demure in a way she hadn't seen yet in the Egyptian woman. Her fears were released by Ana's promise of silence... but her nerves had not. Anastasia offered her a smile, pressing forward to catch Chione's lips with her own. She didn't answer, however, leaving that for once the pair of them were in her bedroom. Ana set down the trove she was carrying, setting the pipe on the mattress before she turned her attention fully to her guest. She nodded her head, catching the Egyptian by the waist. She looped her arm about her hips, fingertips sliding between the rungs of her net-work dress before she answered her,
"You are Egyptian, Chione. Your people are among the most indulgent I've ever come across... But this prejudice against bedding another woman... Suffice it to say, you can confide in my experience," she assured her, the smile caught upon her lips before he loosed her grasp from Chione's hand. Her fingertips rose to the bottom rungs of her dress, applying downward pressure in an effort to wrest the fabric from its place and allow gravity to sway it from her hips. She'd make no effort to do the same for herself, eager to let Chione do such indulgence however she pleased. Anastasia... had her sights on something else altogether. She allowed her lips to roam the fully exposed flesh of her shoulder, traversing bronzed flesh to travel along her throat.
Elated in the opportunity to explore this woman, Anastasia's nails played along the flesh of her back, grazing skin before she met the woman's hips. She grasped at her flesh, toying with Chione for as long as it took until she too was exposed to the elements. Then, Anastasia palmed Chione's breasts, kneading the supple mounds before, at last, she pushed Chione into her bed. She'd seek to buckle the girl's knees and send her crashing to the surface, only to bend before her and bring her lips to Chione's navel. Higher and higher the path of her lips traveled, encapsulating each of the woman's bared nipples before claiming her lips in a heady kiss. She reached for the pipe, a chuckle cast upon her lips before she asked,
"Would you like one more pull, my lady? Or has your patience worn thin?"
Continue toying with her, she thought, committing to the course of action just as her other hand wove between Chione's legs, brushing against the flesh of her inner thighs.
How often was it in the kingdom of Egypt that Anastasia was condemned to look but never touch? It was often torture, to look upon exquisite, nubile bodies almost entirely bared to the elements and be unable to tease or even openly admire them. Life in Egypt was a beautiful thing, with indulgences in the newly budding fancy in opium, with the delicacies of food and drink and the life that was made for her in the blooming love that coaxed her into staying in the kingdom itself. But... there were two sides to every coin and the deprivation of self was a constant pang within her chest. She thought she could suppress it, when Akhenaten said that he loved her... she thought she could lead a life indulging in him and only him. And for the past couple of weeks since she'd made her way into this villa, she had. She had her fill of Hena, night after night...
But this was something different. Akhenaten could not moan like this, nor would he whimper with this need that so desperately sought after relief. He would give her control, but the reactions he gave were decidedly masculine in nature... Chione's reactions elicited a raw shiver of delight that followed the curve of her spine and wrought its own degree of satisfaction. Their agreement of silence seemed to embolden the Egyptian further still, her lips moving along her throat in what could be seen as an effort to devour her. and ana reveled in it. She felt the path trail lower to the sheer fabric that covered her breasts. Anastasia tipped her head back, the low moan flowing from her lips. Shiver after shiver, the reverie only grew stronger as the thought arose that...
She's new to this, she reflected between moans. Clearly, her touch was practiced, her movements measured and with an eagerness to them that was both immensely satisfying and endearing. She was exploring something new to her, and Ana felt pleased at the privilege of giving the Egyptian the opportunity. When that moment passed and Ana deigned it the time to pull away, she took Chione's hand in her own, kneading her thumb in her palm before raising the arm up to her lips to press a gentle kiss to her wrist.
"Lead the way."
I will, she assured herself. In more ways than one.
It was the question that followed, however, that took Anastasia aback, her gaze turning downcst and demure in a way she hadn't seen yet in the Egyptian woman. Her fears were released by Ana's promise of silence... but her nerves had not. Anastasia offered her a smile, pressing forward to catch Chione's lips with her own. She didn't answer, however, leaving that for once the pair of them were in her bedroom. Ana set down the trove she was carrying, setting the pipe on the mattress before she turned her attention fully to her guest. She nodded her head, catching the Egyptian by the waist. She looped her arm about her hips, fingertips sliding between the rungs of her net-work dress before she answered her,
"You are Egyptian, Chione. Your people are among the most indulgent I've ever come across... But this prejudice against bedding another woman... Suffice it to say, you can confide in my experience," she assured her, the smile caught upon her lips before he loosed her grasp from Chione's hand. Her fingertips rose to the bottom rungs of her dress, applying downward pressure in an effort to wrest the fabric from its place and allow gravity to sway it from her hips. She'd make no effort to do the same for herself, eager to let Chione do such indulgence however she pleased. Anastasia... had her sights on something else altogether. She allowed her lips to roam the fully exposed flesh of her shoulder, traversing bronzed flesh to travel along her throat.
Elated in the opportunity to explore this woman, Anastasia's nails played along the flesh of her back, grazing skin before she met the woman's hips. She grasped at her flesh, toying with Chione for as long as it took until she too was exposed to the elements. Then, Anastasia palmed Chione's breasts, kneading the supple mounds before, at last, she pushed Chione into her bed. She'd seek to buckle the girl's knees and send her crashing to the surface, only to bend before her and bring her lips to Chione's navel. Higher and higher the path of her lips traveled, encapsulating each of the woman's bared nipples before claiming her lips in a heady kiss. She reached for the pipe, a chuckle cast upon her lips before she asked,
"Would you like one more pull, my lady? Or has your patience worn thin?"
Continue toying with her, she thought, committing to the course of action just as her other hand wove between Chione's legs, brushing against the flesh of her inner thighs.
It felt strange to her to be anything less than sure in matters of bodily pleasure. Even in her earliest explorations, she had been fearless, eagerly racing towards every new threshold with abandon. Never had she been insecure. Yet... she had also had the confidence of youth. No one expected her to know everything. Now, she was well practiced in such ways and yet... she was finally faced with something she had never done.
It was silly, especially since Ana had pursued her so directly. But she feared she would disappoint the woman, and that notion unsettled her to her core.
Yet... Anastasia offered her a smile, and quickly captured her lips. It was a small matter, but it reassured her all the same. She had revealed her ignorance, and Ana still wanted her. That was enough. For now at least. They stepped into the bedroom then, and still, that feeling of uncertainty lingered. Usually if she made it to her lover’s bed - which often, she did not - they were already so wrapped in passion that there was no time for thought before they devoured one another. With Ana... that desire was every bit as strong, perhaps even more so, but there was a trepidation that left her standing there, feeling awkward as she waited for some sign.
She didn’t have to wait long. Anastasia set aside the trove and pipe and quickly turned to catch her around the waist. Her head instinctively bowed to rest her forehead against the shorter woman’s content to soak up her confident aura once more. The way her fingers moved through the gaps of her dress’s netting to press against her hip sent a shiver down her spine. Her words had Chione releasing a breath she hadn’t even noticed she was holding, tension flowing out of her body as she relaxed in her loose embrace.
The next moment, she felt the gentle tug at the bottom of her dress, felt the fabric fall to the floor, leaving Chione at last entirely bare. Not that her dress had offered much coverage to begin with. Her head tipped back as the shorter woman’s lips moved over her exposed skin, her breathing hitching in anticipation. Her hands lifted to rest at the other woman’s hips, lightly grasping at the fabric there. The feeling of Anastasia’s nails lightly moving down her back had her shuddering, instinctively pressing forward against the Greek woman’s body.
Finally, her inhibitions were lowered enough by the flood of sensations that her nerves were banished. She knew what she enjoyed - so that is how she would treat Ana until she learned what it was that made the woman moan most. She began to tug at the sheath the Greek wore, but rather than removing it outright, she took advantage of the way it clung to her skin. She pulled it down inches at a time, exploring her body along the way. First she exposed her breasts, fingers tracing over the curves, thumbs circling over the pert nipples. All the while she pressed kisses against her collarbone.
She moved the dress lower still, to her waist, then to her hips, Her head lowered to kiss over her breasts as she worked the fabric down her body. Her hands dipped beneath the fabric to grasp the the swell of her bottom in each hand, squeezing lightly. Her tongue darted out to flick against her nipple, once, twice, three times before she finally moved to the other breast, her hands returning to the task of sliding the fabric over her hips to fall free to the floor at last.
Her hands followed as she pressed a kiss just above her navel, her hands on her thighs. Slowly she stood, hands and lips moving up the pale skin of her body before finally pressing a gentle kiss to the woman’s lips as her hands settled at her hips.
It seemed that was what the more experienced (in this circumstance at least) woman had been waiting for.
Anastasia’s hands moved to cup her breasts, kneading at the delicate flesh there, drawing a sharp moan from Chione’s lips. Her hands tightened their hold on the shorter woman’s hips. It didn’t take much nudging at all to send Chione back onto the bed, body exposed and laid out for Ana’s pleasure. She simply lay there, watching the woman above her, waiting to see what she would do next, shivering in anticipation all the while.
She wasn’t disappointed as Ana’s lips began their only journey, starting at her navel before moving up to her breasts once more. She moaned as the woman’s mouth closed around each of her nipples, making her arch her back into the touch, eager for every morsel of pleasure she offered. When she finally reached Chione’s lips, the noble woman could only reciprocate the lustful kiss, her hands drifting up the sides of the Greek woman’s body to loosely embrace her.
Chione was many things. Patient had never been one of them.
“You’re far more intoxicating than any opium, Anastasia,” she answered, her voice low and breathless. She felt the woman’s hand against her inner thigh and couldn’t fight the whimper that sent through her, making her eyes roll back into her head. Without hesitation, her legs spread a little wider, inviting the other woman’s touch where she craved it most. Her body had been preparing for this since she’d set foot in this house practically. She was more than ready - she was desperate with need.
“Please, Ana,” she whispered, one hand shifting to rest at the base of her neck, tracing circles on the sensitive skin there. “I need your touch. Please.”
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It felt strange to her to be anything less than sure in matters of bodily pleasure. Even in her earliest explorations, she had been fearless, eagerly racing towards every new threshold with abandon. Never had she been insecure. Yet... she had also had the confidence of youth. No one expected her to know everything. Now, she was well practiced in such ways and yet... she was finally faced with something she had never done.
It was silly, especially since Ana had pursued her so directly. But she feared she would disappoint the woman, and that notion unsettled her to her core.
Yet... Anastasia offered her a smile, and quickly captured her lips. It was a small matter, but it reassured her all the same. She had revealed her ignorance, and Ana still wanted her. That was enough. For now at least. They stepped into the bedroom then, and still, that feeling of uncertainty lingered. Usually if she made it to her lover’s bed - which often, she did not - they were already so wrapped in passion that there was no time for thought before they devoured one another. With Ana... that desire was every bit as strong, perhaps even more so, but there was a trepidation that left her standing there, feeling awkward as she waited for some sign.
She didn’t have to wait long. Anastasia set aside the trove and pipe and quickly turned to catch her around the waist. Her head instinctively bowed to rest her forehead against the shorter woman’s content to soak up her confident aura once more. The way her fingers moved through the gaps of her dress’s netting to press against her hip sent a shiver down her spine. Her words had Chione releasing a breath she hadn’t even noticed she was holding, tension flowing out of her body as she relaxed in her loose embrace.
The next moment, she felt the gentle tug at the bottom of her dress, felt the fabric fall to the floor, leaving Chione at last entirely bare. Not that her dress had offered much coverage to begin with. Her head tipped back as the shorter woman’s lips moved over her exposed skin, her breathing hitching in anticipation. Her hands lifted to rest at the other woman’s hips, lightly grasping at the fabric there. The feeling of Anastasia’s nails lightly moving down her back had her shuddering, instinctively pressing forward against the Greek woman’s body.
Finally, her inhibitions were lowered enough by the flood of sensations that her nerves were banished. She knew what she enjoyed - so that is how she would treat Ana until she learned what it was that made the woman moan most. She began to tug at the sheath the Greek wore, but rather than removing it outright, she took advantage of the way it clung to her skin. She pulled it down inches at a time, exploring her body along the way. First she exposed her breasts, fingers tracing over the curves, thumbs circling over the pert nipples. All the while she pressed kisses against her collarbone.
She moved the dress lower still, to her waist, then to her hips, Her head lowered to kiss over her breasts as she worked the fabric down her body. Her hands dipped beneath the fabric to grasp the the swell of her bottom in each hand, squeezing lightly. Her tongue darted out to flick against her nipple, once, twice, three times before she finally moved to the other breast, her hands returning to the task of sliding the fabric over her hips to fall free to the floor at last.
Her hands followed as she pressed a kiss just above her navel, her hands on her thighs. Slowly she stood, hands and lips moving up the pale skin of her body before finally pressing a gentle kiss to the woman’s lips as her hands settled at her hips.
It seemed that was what the more experienced (in this circumstance at least) woman had been waiting for.
Anastasia’s hands moved to cup her breasts, kneading at the delicate flesh there, drawing a sharp moan from Chione’s lips. Her hands tightened their hold on the shorter woman’s hips. It didn’t take much nudging at all to send Chione back onto the bed, body exposed and laid out for Ana’s pleasure. She simply lay there, watching the woman above her, waiting to see what she would do next, shivering in anticipation all the while.
She wasn’t disappointed as Ana’s lips began their only journey, starting at her navel before moving up to her breasts once more. She moaned as the woman’s mouth closed around each of her nipples, making her arch her back into the touch, eager for every morsel of pleasure she offered. When she finally reached Chione’s lips, the noble woman could only reciprocate the lustful kiss, her hands drifting up the sides of the Greek woman’s body to loosely embrace her.
Chione was many things. Patient had never been one of them.
“You’re far more intoxicating than any opium, Anastasia,” she answered, her voice low and breathless. She felt the woman’s hand against her inner thigh and couldn’t fight the whimper that sent through her, making her eyes roll back into her head. Without hesitation, her legs spread a little wider, inviting the other woman’s touch where she craved it most. Her body had been preparing for this since she’d set foot in this house practically. She was more than ready - she was desperate with need.
“Please, Ana,” she whispered, one hand shifting to rest at the base of her neck, tracing circles on the sensitive skin there. “I need your touch. Please.”
It felt strange to her to be anything less than sure in matters of bodily pleasure. Even in her earliest explorations, she had been fearless, eagerly racing towards every new threshold with abandon. Never had she been insecure. Yet... she had also had the confidence of youth. No one expected her to know everything. Now, she was well practiced in such ways and yet... she was finally faced with something she had never done.
It was silly, especially since Ana had pursued her so directly. But she feared she would disappoint the woman, and that notion unsettled her to her core.
Yet... Anastasia offered her a smile, and quickly captured her lips. It was a small matter, but it reassured her all the same. She had revealed her ignorance, and Ana still wanted her. That was enough. For now at least. They stepped into the bedroom then, and still, that feeling of uncertainty lingered. Usually if she made it to her lover’s bed - which often, she did not - they were already so wrapped in passion that there was no time for thought before they devoured one another. With Ana... that desire was every bit as strong, perhaps even more so, but there was a trepidation that left her standing there, feeling awkward as she waited for some sign.
She didn’t have to wait long. Anastasia set aside the trove and pipe and quickly turned to catch her around the waist. Her head instinctively bowed to rest her forehead against the shorter woman’s content to soak up her confident aura once more. The way her fingers moved through the gaps of her dress’s netting to press against her hip sent a shiver down her spine. Her words had Chione releasing a breath she hadn’t even noticed she was holding, tension flowing out of her body as she relaxed in her loose embrace.
The next moment, she felt the gentle tug at the bottom of her dress, felt the fabric fall to the floor, leaving Chione at last entirely bare. Not that her dress had offered much coverage to begin with. Her head tipped back as the shorter woman’s lips moved over her exposed skin, her breathing hitching in anticipation. Her hands lifted to rest at the other woman’s hips, lightly grasping at the fabric there. The feeling of Anastasia’s nails lightly moving down her back had her shuddering, instinctively pressing forward against the Greek woman’s body.
Finally, her inhibitions were lowered enough by the flood of sensations that her nerves were banished. She knew what she enjoyed - so that is how she would treat Ana until she learned what it was that made the woman moan most. She began to tug at the sheath the Greek wore, but rather than removing it outright, she took advantage of the way it clung to her skin. She pulled it down inches at a time, exploring her body along the way. First she exposed her breasts, fingers tracing over the curves, thumbs circling over the pert nipples. All the while she pressed kisses against her collarbone.
She moved the dress lower still, to her waist, then to her hips, Her head lowered to kiss over her breasts as she worked the fabric down her body. Her hands dipped beneath the fabric to grasp the the swell of her bottom in each hand, squeezing lightly. Her tongue darted out to flick against her nipple, once, twice, three times before she finally moved to the other breast, her hands returning to the task of sliding the fabric over her hips to fall free to the floor at last.
Her hands followed as she pressed a kiss just above her navel, her hands on her thighs. Slowly she stood, hands and lips moving up the pale skin of her body before finally pressing a gentle kiss to the woman’s lips as her hands settled at her hips.
It seemed that was what the more experienced (in this circumstance at least) woman had been waiting for.
Anastasia’s hands moved to cup her breasts, kneading at the delicate flesh there, drawing a sharp moan from Chione’s lips. Her hands tightened their hold on the shorter woman’s hips. It didn’t take much nudging at all to send Chione back onto the bed, body exposed and laid out for Ana’s pleasure. She simply lay there, watching the woman above her, waiting to see what she would do next, shivering in anticipation all the while.
She wasn’t disappointed as Ana’s lips began their only journey, starting at her navel before moving up to her breasts once more. She moaned as the woman’s mouth closed around each of her nipples, making her arch her back into the touch, eager for every morsel of pleasure she offered. When she finally reached Chione’s lips, the noble woman could only reciprocate the lustful kiss, her hands drifting up the sides of the Greek woman’s body to loosely embrace her.
Chione was many things. Patient had never been one of them.
“You’re far more intoxicating than any opium, Anastasia,” she answered, her voice low and breathless. She felt the woman’s hand against her inner thigh and couldn’t fight the whimper that sent through her, making her eyes roll back into her head. Without hesitation, her legs spread a little wider, inviting the other woman’s touch where she craved it most. Her body had been preparing for this since she’d set foot in this house practically. She was more than ready - she was desperate with need.
“Please, Ana,” she whispered, one hand shifting to rest at the base of her neck, tracing circles on the sensitive skin there. “I need your touch. Please.”
Anastasia wondered if anyone had or ever would see Chione in this way. There was power radiating from her when she'd crossed Ana's path in front of the Sheifa property. Clearly, the Egyptian woman was someone used to getting what she wanted, but moreover, someone who took it for herself. Seeing such a powerful woman come undone, so demure with some sort of trepidation clouded with a sense of anticipation... it drove Anastasia wild. Thoughts of anyone outside of the walls of her villa had long slipped away, and she let herself focus only on the one. She didn't just want Chione. She needed this. This indulgence was akin to recovering a part of herself she was forced to throw away.
The desire and the sense of conquest that came with hovering over a woman... Anastasia felt alive, fire coursing through her veins that was only made more trying with the opium that tickled at the edges of her thought. Every touch on Chione's body vibrated along her lips, her fingertips, and the sensation wrangled every bit of the same sense of passion that her nights with Akhenaten did. She did her utmost not to think of her lover in the moment, most certainly destined to feel the pangs of regret that came with this... But she cast her heart aside, and allowed herself to fully engross in everything that was Chione.
Anastasia spoke those words into the Egyptian's ear, feeling the baited breath that she released before she stripped Chione bare and had her fun playing with her entirely bared body. Shudders, hitched breath, the banishing of inhibitions and the pure indulgence in want were treasured sensations and feelings she saw reflected in Chione. Anastasia reveled in how the woman sought to strip her bare, shifting her body as if to coax the sheathe from her form. However, it did cling to her skin. It resisted the movement, and as it caught around her hips, Ana could not move her legs lest the fabric tear. She allowed Chione to shift the fabric as she pleased, to explore her body as she pleased. Fingers traced along the curve of her breasts, then encircled her peaked nipples, the heated moans reverberating through her throat.
Anastasia felt the electricity course throughout her form with the Egyptian's touch, so meticulous in her efforts that she wouldn't have figured her trepidation if she hadn't seen and heard it with her own senses... Chione was a skilled woman, certainly Ana knew this. She could figure it by her reputation alone. But, experiencing it, having the reality of the situation breach through the aether of fantasy... Anastasia needed to reciprocate. Once the sheathe was lowered and she pushed Chione to the bed, the grin caught her lips against the Egyptian's flesh.
Anastasia allowed her tongue and lips to travel her flesh, reveling in the slow, baited nature of her teasing just as her fingers slid between legs. Cradled between flesh, it was when Chione parted her thighs and the gap emerged that the curve of her lips grew wider still. It was anticipation. She wanted Ana's touch, and that subtle movement was, to the Greek, far more satisfying than the moans that could be fabricated. Not that they were. Then, Chione begged her, tracing circles along her flesh...
Anastasia couldn't and wouldn't refuse her. She raised a hand to take Chione' hand from her neck, placing her lips once again upon her wrist before she released her arm. Anastasia claimed Chione's lips, let her lips traverse her throat, worshiping the Egyptian's body as she traveled downward along the flesh to knead her nipples with her tongue. Fingers rose along the silken flesh of her thighs before, slowly, fingers sifted into the velvet flesh. Slow, but rhythmic movements had Anastasia toy with her guest, pumping two digits within her as she encapsulated her nipples, as saliva coated the buds. Anastasia's gaze flickered upward, intent on observing the noble's face as she toyed with her.
For the moment, all of Chione was hers to explore and know... a privilege that she sought to take full advantage of.
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Anastasia wondered if anyone had or ever would see Chione in this way. There was power radiating from her when she'd crossed Ana's path in front of the Sheifa property. Clearly, the Egyptian woman was someone used to getting what she wanted, but moreover, someone who took it for herself. Seeing such a powerful woman come undone, so demure with some sort of trepidation clouded with a sense of anticipation... it drove Anastasia wild. Thoughts of anyone outside of the walls of her villa had long slipped away, and she let herself focus only on the one. She didn't just want Chione. She needed this. This indulgence was akin to recovering a part of herself she was forced to throw away.
The desire and the sense of conquest that came with hovering over a woman... Anastasia felt alive, fire coursing through her veins that was only made more trying with the opium that tickled at the edges of her thought. Every touch on Chione's body vibrated along her lips, her fingertips, and the sensation wrangled every bit of the same sense of passion that her nights with Akhenaten did. She did her utmost not to think of her lover in the moment, most certainly destined to feel the pangs of regret that came with this... But she cast her heart aside, and allowed herself to fully engross in everything that was Chione.
Anastasia spoke those words into the Egyptian's ear, feeling the baited breath that she released before she stripped Chione bare and had her fun playing with her entirely bared body. Shudders, hitched breath, the banishing of inhibitions and the pure indulgence in want were treasured sensations and feelings she saw reflected in Chione. Anastasia reveled in how the woman sought to strip her bare, shifting her body as if to coax the sheathe from her form. However, it did cling to her skin. It resisted the movement, and as it caught around her hips, Ana could not move her legs lest the fabric tear. She allowed Chione to shift the fabric as she pleased, to explore her body as she pleased. Fingers traced along the curve of her breasts, then encircled her peaked nipples, the heated moans reverberating through her throat.
Anastasia felt the electricity course throughout her form with the Egyptian's touch, so meticulous in her efforts that she wouldn't have figured her trepidation if she hadn't seen and heard it with her own senses... Chione was a skilled woman, certainly Ana knew this. She could figure it by her reputation alone. But, experiencing it, having the reality of the situation breach through the aether of fantasy... Anastasia needed to reciprocate. Once the sheathe was lowered and she pushed Chione to the bed, the grin caught her lips against the Egyptian's flesh.
Anastasia allowed her tongue and lips to travel her flesh, reveling in the slow, baited nature of her teasing just as her fingers slid between legs. Cradled between flesh, it was when Chione parted her thighs and the gap emerged that the curve of her lips grew wider still. It was anticipation. She wanted Ana's touch, and that subtle movement was, to the Greek, far more satisfying than the moans that could be fabricated. Not that they were. Then, Chione begged her, tracing circles along her flesh...
Anastasia couldn't and wouldn't refuse her. She raised a hand to take Chione' hand from her neck, placing her lips once again upon her wrist before she released her arm. Anastasia claimed Chione's lips, let her lips traverse her throat, worshiping the Egyptian's body as she traveled downward along the flesh to knead her nipples with her tongue. Fingers rose along the silken flesh of her thighs before, slowly, fingers sifted into the velvet flesh. Slow, but rhythmic movements had Anastasia toy with her guest, pumping two digits within her as she encapsulated her nipples, as saliva coated the buds. Anastasia's gaze flickered upward, intent on observing the noble's face as she toyed with her.
For the moment, all of Chione was hers to explore and know... a privilege that she sought to take full advantage of.
Anastasia wondered if anyone had or ever would see Chione in this way. There was power radiating from her when she'd crossed Ana's path in front of the Sheifa property. Clearly, the Egyptian woman was someone used to getting what she wanted, but moreover, someone who took it for herself. Seeing such a powerful woman come undone, so demure with some sort of trepidation clouded with a sense of anticipation... it drove Anastasia wild. Thoughts of anyone outside of the walls of her villa had long slipped away, and she let herself focus only on the one. She didn't just want Chione. She needed this. This indulgence was akin to recovering a part of herself she was forced to throw away.
The desire and the sense of conquest that came with hovering over a woman... Anastasia felt alive, fire coursing through her veins that was only made more trying with the opium that tickled at the edges of her thought. Every touch on Chione's body vibrated along her lips, her fingertips, and the sensation wrangled every bit of the same sense of passion that her nights with Akhenaten did. She did her utmost not to think of her lover in the moment, most certainly destined to feel the pangs of regret that came with this... But she cast her heart aside, and allowed herself to fully engross in everything that was Chione.
Anastasia spoke those words into the Egyptian's ear, feeling the baited breath that she released before she stripped Chione bare and had her fun playing with her entirely bared body. Shudders, hitched breath, the banishing of inhibitions and the pure indulgence in want were treasured sensations and feelings she saw reflected in Chione. Anastasia reveled in how the woman sought to strip her bare, shifting her body as if to coax the sheathe from her form. However, it did cling to her skin. It resisted the movement, and as it caught around her hips, Ana could not move her legs lest the fabric tear. She allowed Chione to shift the fabric as she pleased, to explore her body as she pleased. Fingers traced along the curve of her breasts, then encircled her peaked nipples, the heated moans reverberating through her throat.
Anastasia felt the electricity course throughout her form with the Egyptian's touch, so meticulous in her efforts that she wouldn't have figured her trepidation if she hadn't seen and heard it with her own senses... Chione was a skilled woman, certainly Ana knew this. She could figure it by her reputation alone. But, experiencing it, having the reality of the situation breach through the aether of fantasy... Anastasia needed to reciprocate. Once the sheathe was lowered and she pushed Chione to the bed, the grin caught her lips against the Egyptian's flesh.
Anastasia allowed her tongue and lips to travel her flesh, reveling in the slow, baited nature of her teasing just as her fingers slid between legs. Cradled between flesh, it was when Chione parted her thighs and the gap emerged that the curve of her lips grew wider still. It was anticipation. She wanted Ana's touch, and that subtle movement was, to the Greek, far more satisfying than the moans that could be fabricated. Not that they were. Then, Chione begged her, tracing circles along her flesh...
Anastasia couldn't and wouldn't refuse her. She raised a hand to take Chione' hand from her neck, placing her lips once again upon her wrist before she released her arm. Anastasia claimed Chione's lips, let her lips traverse her throat, worshiping the Egyptian's body as she traveled downward along the flesh to knead her nipples with her tongue. Fingers rose along the silken flesh of her thighs before, slowly, fingers sifted into the velvet flesh. Slow, but rhythmic movements had Anastasia toy with her guest, pumping two digits within her as she encapsulated her nipples, as saliva coated the buds. Anastasia's gaze flickered upward, intent on observing the noble's face as she toyed with her.
For the moment, all of Chione was hers to explore and know... a privilege that she sought to take full advantage of.
As lust and desire clouded her sense once more, Chione began to feel more and more at ease with the situation. It may have differences in practice, but it was still sex - the one thing Chione excelled at above all else. Her experiences before might not be quite the same, but they weren’t irrelevant either. If nothing else, she was willing to approach this new experience ardently and learn as she went.
The more they touched, the less she cared about anything more than the feel of the woman before her.
They explored each other’s bodies slowly, teasing one another, stoking the fire of this attraction between them to intensify the pleasure that they could share. She could feel Ana’s impatience even before she freed her entirely from the tight fabric of her sheathe. The smaller woman was practically vibrating with need, and Chione relished that fact. That she immediately threw the Egyptian to the bed when she was free only excited her all the more.
She wasn’t alone in this desperate wanting, in this physical need that transcended all reason.
Anastasia hovered her touch near all the places where she craved it most, knowing the torture of her almost touches. It didn’t take long to get Chione begging. She never begged. She demanded, she tempted, but she didn’t beg. Until now. Of course, everything with Ana had proven to be different than her normal. Why should this be any different?
Is this what she made others feel? This burning need for relief that was never sated. Every grain of pleasure only made her need more. She closed her eyes as she felt Ana’s lips press to her wrist as she pulled it away, only to claim Chione’s lips moments later. She wanted desperately to hold the other woman close, to devour her in that instant, but instead she lay back, clutching at the expensive sheets beneath her to let the Greek do as she wished.
It was everything she had dreamed of and more.
Her tongue teased the Egyptian’s already aching breasts, turning her nipples to hardened pebbles beneath her skilled mouth. Her hand finally shifted to Chione’s center, and she could only whimper as she felt fingers moving along her velvet folds. That quickly turned to a low moan as she felt two slender fingers dip into her. Her hips instinctively pushed against the smaller woman’s hand, loving the feel of her. The slow stroke of those fingers were blissful torture, moving with expertise to make Chione tremble beneath her. Her back arched up and into the Greek, craving more of her even as pleasure overwhelmed her senses.
If this was truly evil, then in this moment, it seemed entirely worth the consequences.
Chione’s head tipped back once more, another moan falling from her lips as her body began to move of its own accord, matching the slow rhythm of the woman’s fingers. It took every shred of self control she had to not try and rush towards that precipice that called to her, to trust Ana to lead her to an ecstasy that was greater still.
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As lust and desire clouded her sense once more, Chione began to feel more and more at ease with the situation. It may have differences in practice, but it was still sex - the one thing Chione excelled at above all else. Her experiences before might not be quite the same, but they weren’t irrelevant either. If nothing else, she was willing to approach this new experience ardently and learn as she went.
The more they touched, the less she cared about anything more than the feel of the woman before her.
They explored each other’s bodies slowly, teasing one another, stoking the fire of this attraction between them to intensify the pleasure that they could share. She could feel Ana’s impatience even before she freed her entirely from the tight fabric of her sheathe. The smaller woman was practically vibrating with need, and Chione relished that fact. That she immediately threw the Egyptian to the bed when she was free only excited her all the more.
She wasn’t alone in this desperate wanting, in this physical need that transcended all reason.
Anastasia hovered her touch near all the places where she craved it most, knowing the torture of her almost touches. It didn’t take long to get Chione begging. She never begged. She demanded, she tempted, but she didn’t beg. Until now. Of course, everything with Ana had proven to be different than her normal. Why should this be any different?
Is this what she made others feel? This burning need for relief that was never sated. Every grain of pleasure only made her need more. She closed her eyes as she felt Ana’s lips press to her wrist as she pulled it away, only to claim Chione’s lips moments later. She wanted desperately to hold the other woman close, to devour her in that instant, but instead she lay back, clutching at the expensive sheets beneath her to let the Greek do as she wished.
It was everything she had dreamed of and more.
Her tongue teased the Egyptian’s already aching breasts, turning her nipples to hardened pebbles beneath her skilled mouth. Her hand finally shifted to Chione’s center, and she could only whimper as she felt fingers moving along her velvet folds. That quickly turned to a low moan as she felt two slender fingers dip into her. Her hips instinctively pushed against the smaller woman’s hand, loving the feel of her. The slow stroke of those fingers were blissful torture, moving with expertise to make Chione tremble beneath her. Her back arched up and into the Greek, craving more of her even as pleasure overwhelmed her senses.
If this was truly evil, then in this moment, it seemed entirely worth the consequences.
Chione’s head tipped back once more, another moan falling from her lips as her body began to move of its own accord, matching the slow rhythm of the woman’s fingers. It took every shred of self control she had to not try and rush towards that precipice that called to her, to trust Ana to lead her to an ecstasy that was greater still.
As lust and desire clouded her sense once more, Chione began to feel more and more at ease with the situation. It may have differences in practice, but it was still sex - the one thing Chione excelled at above all else. Her experiences before might not be quite the same, but they weren’t irrelevant either. If nothing else, she was willing to approach this new experience ardently and learn as she went.
The more they touched, the less she cared about anything more than the feel of the woman before her.
They explored each other’s bodies slowly, teasing one another, stoking the fire of this attraction between them to intensify the pleasure that they could share. She could feel Ana’s impatience even before she freed her entirely from the tight fabric of her sheathe. The smaller woman was practically vibrating with need, and Chione relished that fact. That she immediately threw the Egyptian to the bed when she was free only excited her all the more.
She wasn’t alone in this desperate wanting, in this physical need that transcended all reason.
Anastasia hovered her touch near all the places where she craved it most, knowing the torture of her almost touches. It didn’t take long to get Chione begging. She never begged. She demanded, she tempted, but she didn’t beg. Until now. Of course, everything with Ana had proven to be different than her normal. Why should this be any different?
Is this what she made others feel? This burning need for relief that was never sated. Every grain of pleasure only made her need more. She closed her eyes as she felt Ana’s lips press to her wrist as she pulled it away, only to claim Chione’s lips moments later. She wanted desperately to hold the other woman close, to devour her in that instant, but instead she lay back, clutching at the expensive sheets beneath her to let the Greek do as she wished.
It was everything she had dreamed of and more.
Her tongue teased the Egyptian’s already aching breasts, turning her nipples to hardened pebbles beneath her skilled mouth. Her hand finally shifted to Chione’s center, and she could only whimper as she felt fingers moving along her velvet folds. That quickly turned to a low moan as she felt two slender fingers dip into her. Her hips instinctively pushed against the smaller woman’s hand, loving the feel of her. The slow stroke of those fingers were blissful torture, moving with expertise to make Chione tremble beneath her. Her back arched up and into the Greek, craving more of her even as pleasure overwhelmed her senses.
If this was truly evil, then in this moment, it seemed entirely worth the consequences.
Chione’s head tipped back once more, another moan falling from her lips as her body began to move of its own accord, matching the slow rhythm of the woman’s fingers. It took every shred of self control she had to not try and rush towards that precipice that called to her, to trust Ana to lead her to an ecstasy that was greater still.
The fact that these feelings were mutual gave Anastasia a sense of satisfaction that sought to exacerbate every feeling of pleasure that followed. Chione had begged, and the Greek was compelled to give. The sheets she'd bragged about earlier twisted in Chione's grasp, the bed beneath them shifting with their movements as the bard tok what she wanted and gave unto Chione the experience that she'd perhaps been craving after for a lifetime. From Ana's own experience, this "profane" attraction to women was not something that manifested over night. It was not a whim to be followed, but ingrained within to be discovered as one allowed their inhibitions to fall away.
Anastasia reveled in peeling away Chione's doubts and allowing her to see a different side of pleasure. Women recognized one another, their embraces were often unselfish, constantly seeking after the pleasure of the other in the midst of their own ecstasy. Anastasia proved this to be so as she made Chione's body her canvas in which she expressed an art form so visceral to the core of humanity. Those whimpers were an orchestra that Anastasia craved more of, the moans and the soft noises of movement that Chione made as her hips pushed into her hand. She felt the expression twist her features, not a smile, but a deep fascination, her hazel orbs settling the Egyptian's features as the digits within her moved faster still. Her thumb sought to brush along her stiffened peak, stimulating the bundle of nerves as she wished for that fire to spread throughout.
Chione trembled, quivered... her hips pushed against her fingers as her back arched into the mattress. Every movement was indulgent, seeking after the ecstasy that Anastasia was all too eager to give to her. The bard tilted her body, settling on her side as she sought to coax Chione's arms to settle between her breasts, brushing against her bronze flesh as her fingers worked within her, sliding deeper whilst never ignoring the inflated bundle of nerves that held the secret to her pleasure. With the woman's arm settled between her breasts, there was a modicum of distance between them, and Anastasia gave the Egyptian's lips a break from her own, allowing hers to make full exploration of flesh not yet trodden in full.
Swollen from kiss after kiss, her lips traveled along Chione's shoulder, her tongue tracing along the bone until she met the Egyptian's clavicle. As she tasted Chione's throat, her fingers worked meticulously, intent upon bringing that climax to her plaything, to her reward wrought to her by fate. Anastasia reveled in all of it, intent upon feeling the spasm of Lady Chione's core before, at last, she relented. She did not cease her movements immediately, allowing her fingers to draw slowly out of the Egyptian before she shifted her body anew. Breasts pressed into breasts, one knee between Chione's legs as she claimed once again the woman's lips.
Slow, sensuous, she sought to bring Chione from the high reaches of ecstasy and back to the world in which Ana lived in this room with her. She claimed the Egyptian's tongue, eagerly tasting her, for each kiss never provided her enough. It was an addiction that conspired to overwhelm her... Or, rather, it already had. Once she was satisfied that Chione had come down from her high, she pulled herself off from her, a smirk cast upon her lips as she threw herself onto the bed beside her. She let her eyes fall shut for just a moment... she basked in the reality of what she'd done and lowered her guard.
If Chione intended to take advantage of that moment, it was entirely up to her...
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The fact that these feelings were mutual gave Anastasia a sense of satisfaction that sought to exacerbate every feeling of pleasure that followed. Chione had begged, and the Greek was compelled to give. The sheets she'd bragged about earlier twisted in Chione's grasp, the bed beneath them shifting with their movements as the bard tok what she wanted and gave unto Chione the experience that she'd perhaps been craving after for a lifetime. From Ana's own experience, this "profane" attraction to women was not something that manifested over night. It was not a whim to be followed, but ingrained within to be discovered as one allowed their inhibitions to fall away.
Anastasia reveled in peeling away Chione's doubts and allowing her to see a different side of pleasure. Women recognized one another, their embraces were often unselfish, constantly seeking after the pleasure of the other in the midst of their own ecstasy. Anastasia proved this to be so as she made Chione's body her canvas in which she expressed an art form so visceral to the core of humanity. Those whimpers were an orchestra that Anastasia craved more of, the moans and the soft noises of movement that Chione made as her hips pushed into her hand. She felt the expression twist her features, not a smile, but a deep fascination, her hazel orbs settling the Egyptian's features as the digits within her moved faster still. Her thumb sought to brush along her stiffened peak, stimulating the bundle of nerves as she wished for that fire to spread throughout.
Chione trembled, quivered... her hips pushed against her fingers as her back arched into the mattress. Every movement was indulgent, seeking after the ecstasy that Anastasia was all too eager to give to her. The bard tilted her body, settling on her side as she sought to coax Chione's arms to settle between her breasts, brushing against her bronze flesh as her fingers worked within her, sliding deeper whilst never ignoring the inflated bundle of nerves that held the secret to her pleasure. With the woman's arm settled between her breasts, there was a modicum of distance between them, and Anastasia gave the Egyptian's lips a break from her own, allowing hers to make full exploration of flesh not yet trodden in full.
Swollen from kiss after kiss, her lips traveled along Chione's shoulder, her tongue tracing along the bone until she met the Egyptian's clavicle. As she tasted Chione's throat, her fingers worked meticulously, intent upon bringing that climax to her plaything, to her reward wrought to her by fate. Anastasia reveled in all of it, intent upon feeling the spasm of Lady Chione's core before, at last, she relented. She did not cease her movements immediately, allowing her fingers to draw slowly out of the Egyptian before she shifted her body anew. Breasts pressed into breasts, one knee between Chione's legs as she claimed once again the woman's lips.
Slow, sensuous, she sought to bring Chione from the high reaches of ecstasy and back to the world in which Ana lived in this room with her. She claimed the Egyptian's tongue, eagerly tasting her, for each kiss never provided her enough. It was an addiction that conspired to overwhelm her... Or, rather, it already had. Once she was satisfied that Chione had come down from her high, she pulled herself off from her, a smirk cast upon her lips as she threw herself onto the bed beside her. She let her eyes fall shut for just a moment... she basked in the reality of what she'd done and lowered her guard.
If Chione intended to take advantage of that moment, it was entirely up to her...
The fact that these feelings were mutual gave Anastasia a sense of satisfaction that sought to exacerbate every feeling of pleasure that followed. Chione had begged, and the Greek was compelled to give. The sheets she'd bragged about earlier twisted in Chione's grasp, the bed beneath them shifting with their movements as the bard tok what she wanted and gave unto Chione the experience that she'd perhaps been craving after for a lifetime. From Ana's own experience, this "profane" attraction to women was not something that manifested over night. It was not a whim to be followed, but ingrained within to be discovered as one allowed their inhibitions to fall away.
Anastasia reveled in peeling away Chione's doubts and allowing her to see a different side of pleasure. Women recognized one another, their embraces were often unselfish, constantly seeking after the pleasure of the other in the midst of their own ecstasy. Anastasia proved this to be so as she made Chione's body her canvas in which she expressed an art form so visceral to the core of humanity. Those whimpers were an orchestra that Anastasia craved more of, the moans and the soft noises of movement that Chione made as her hips pushed into her hand. She felt the expression twist her features, not a smile, but a deep fascination, her hazel orbs settling the Egyptian's features as the digits within her moved faster still. Her thumb sought to brush along her stiffened peak, stimulating the bundle of nerves as she wished for that fire to spread throughout.
Chione trembled, quivered... her hips pushed against her fingers as her back arched into the mattress. Every movement was indulgent, seeking after the ecstasy that Anastasia was all too eager to give to her. The bard tilted her body, settling on her side as she sought to coax Chione's arms to settle between her breasts, brushing against her bronze flesh as her fingers worked within her, sliding deeper whilst never ignoring the inflated bundle of nerves that held the secret to her pleasure. With the woman's arm settled between her breasts, there was a modicum of distance between them, and Anastasia gave the Egyptian's lips a break from her own, allowing hers to make full exploration of flesh not yet trodden in full.
Swollen from kiss after kiss, her lips traveled along Chione's shoulder, her tongue tracing along the bone until she met the Egyptian's clavicle. As she tasted Chione's throat, her fingers worked meticulously, intent upon bringing that climax to her plaything, to her reward wrought to her by fate. Anastasia reveled in all of it, intent upon feeling the spasm of Lady Chione's core before, at last, she relented. She did not cease her movements immediately, allowing her fingers to draw slowly out of the Egyptian before she shifted her body anew. Breasts pressed into breasts, one knee between Chione's legs as she claimed once again the woman's lips.
Slow, sensuous, she sought to bring Chione from the high reaches of ecstasy and back to the world in which Ana lived in this room with her. She claimed the Egyptian's tongue, eagerly tasting her, for each kiss never provided her enough. It was an addiction that conspired to overwhelm her... Or, rather, it already had. Once she was satisfied that Chione had come down from her high, she pulled herself off from her, a smirk cast upon her lips as she threw herself onto the bed beside her. She let her eyes fall shut for just a moment... she basked in the reality of what she'd done and lowered her guard.
If Chione intended to take advantage of that moment, it was entirely up to her...
Some part of Chione almost still couldn’t believe any of this was real. Surely it was just some sort of vivid dream? But no, she knew she never could have dreamed Anastasia into existence. She was beyond anything that Chione could have imagined. Just as her touch reached Chione in a way that was altogether different than what she had known.
A soft cry came as Ana began to move her fingers faster still, only to turn louder and fade into a moan as the other woman’s thumb moved across that most sensitive bundle of nerves. It was taking everything she had to not try to rush through this indulgent pleasure that Anastasia was offering her. Luckily, it seemed that the Greek woman sensed her impatience.
Ana laid on her side next to her, coaxing the Egyptian closer. She was all too eager to curl into the other woman’s touch, her digits working diligently on increasing Chione’s pleasure. Needless to say, she absolutely succeeded. Chione was squirming from the building tension in her core, relishing every press of flesh between them. She had always enjoyed the contrast of the hard planes of a man’s body against her. Yet the softness of the female form with its hills and valleys was filled with new mysteries and sensations for her.
It was more than she had ever dared hope.
She felt Ana’s lips wandering along her shoulder to her clavicle, lingering at her throat. Without thinking, she turned her head towards the other woman, her moans increasing in quantity and volume as Anastasia’s attentions grew more and more unrelenting. It wasn’t long before her body could take no more and she tipped over that edge, her inner walls clenching and spasming around Ana’s fingers. A long cry fell from her lips, even as her body tried to curl towards the woman who had given her this incredible gift of ecstasy.
Only Anastasia had other plans.
The other woman shifted to hover atop her, pressing their bodies together, even as she claimed her lips once more. This time, Chione couldn’t hold back, shifting to cup her lover’s face, holding her close as she darted her tongue forward, craving her taste. She was ravenous and frenzied as her climax throbbed through her body. Soon though, she adapted to the languid pace that Ana set, and gradually floated back down to solid ground.
When they finally broke apart, Chione was breathless, panting shallowly as the Greek rolled off her. Immediately she missed the feel of her body. She turned to look at her, marveling at the small smirk that adorned those delicious kiss swollen lips, eyes closed. But Chione was far from done with her explorations. Somehow the relief she had craved so desperately had seemed to only spur her further on.
She rolled onto her side, much as Ana had not moments before, her lips claiming one pert nipple, swirling her tongue around it before sucking at it lightly. One finger lightly trailed from her throat through the valley of her cleavage all the way down to her navel, marveling in her beauty. Egyptian fashion left little to the imagination - something Chione was frequently grateful for - yet somehow seeing this woman bare before her still took her breath away.
Her hand shifted to the opposite hip, gripping lightly as she pulled herself over to hover above the Greek, her lips never pulling back from the woman’s breast. Once she settled, she had one knee between Ana’s legs and she leaned down to press her breasts to the woman’s stomach. Her fingers lightly traced a path from her hips, almost her sides. One hand shifted to palm her thus neglected breast, lightly kneading the tender flesh, getting used to the size and firmness of it for a long moment. Then her thumb brushed against her nipple, lightly tracing circles around the already hardening nub.
When she pulled back at last, she lightly gripped the hardened pebble between her lips, releasing it with a dramatic pop sound. She leaned close, blowing a cool breeze over the sensitive flesh, flicking it with her tongue once more before switching sides. She began slowly, as she had before, alternating between teasing with her tongue and sucking gently. Only now, her fingers shifted to the other breast, taking the hardened nub and rolling it between her fingers. Gradually she increased her pace and intensity, needing to hear the sweet sounds of her lover’s pleasure almost as badly as she had needed her touch earlier.
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Some part of Chione almost still couldn’t believe any of this was real. Surely it was just some sort of vivid dream? But no, she knew she never could have dreamed Anastasia into existence. She was beyond anything that Chione could have imagined. Just as her touch reached Chione in a way that was altogether different than what she had known.
A soft cry came as Ana began to move her fingers faster still, only to turn louder and fade into a moan as the other woman’s thumb moved across that most sensitive bundle of nerves. It was taking everything she had to not try to rush through this indulgent pleasure that Anastasia was offering her. Luckily, it seemed that the Greek woman sensed her impatience.
Ana laid on her side next to her, coaxing the Egyptian closer. She was all too eager to curl into the other woman’s touch, her digits working diligently on increasing Chione’s pleasure. Needless to say, she absolutely succeeded. Chione was squirming from the building tension in her core, relishing every press of flesh between them. She had always enjoyed the contrast of the hard planes of a man’s body against her. Yet the softness of the female form with its hills and valleys was filled with new mysteries and sensations for her.
It was more than she had ever dared hope.
She felt Ana’s lips wandering along her shoulder to her clavicle, lingering at her throat. Without thinking, she turned her head towards the other woman, her moans increasing in quantity and volume as Anastasia’s attentions grew more and more unrelenting. It wasn’t long before her body could take no more and she tipped over that edge, her inner walls clenching and spasming around Ana’s fingers. A long cry fell from her lips, even as her body tried to curl towards the woman who had given her this incredible gift of ecstasy.
Only Anastasia had other plans.
The other woman shifted to hover atop her, pressing their bodies together, even as she claimed her lips once more. This time, Chione couldn’t hold back, shifting to cup her lover’s face, holding her close as she darted her tongue forward, craving her taste. She was ravenous and frenzied as her climax throbbed through her body. Soon though, she adapted to the languid pace that Ana set, and gradually floated back down to solid ground.
When they finally broke apart, Chione was breathless, panting shallowly as the Greek rolled off her. Immediately she missed the feel of her body. She turned to look at her, marveling at the small smirk that adorned those delicious kiss swollen lips, eyes closed. But Chione was far from done with her explorations. Somehow the relief she had craved so desperately had seemed to only spur her further on.
She rolled onto her side, much as Ana had not moments before, her lips claiming one pert nipple, swirling her tongue around it before sucking at it lightly. One finger lightly trailed from her throat through the valley of her cleavage all the way down to her navel, marveling in her beauty. Egyptian fashion left little to the imagination - something Chione was frequently grateful for - yet somehow seeing this woman bare before her still took her breath away.
Her hand shifted to the opposite hip, gripping lightly as she pulled herself over to hover above the Greek, her lips never pulling back from the woman’s breast. Once she settled, she had one knee between Ana’s legs and she leaned down to press her breasts to the woman’s stomach. Her fingers lightly traced a path from her hips, almost her sides. One hand shifted to palm her thus neglected breast, lightly kneading the tender flesh, getting used to the size and firmness of it for a long moment. Then her thumb brushed against her nipple, lightly tracing circles around the already hardening nub.
When she pulled back at last, she lightly gripped the hardened pebble between her lips, releasing it with a dramatic pop sound. She leaned close, blowing a cool breeze over the sensitive flesh, flicking it with her tongue once more before switching sides. She began slowly, as she had before, alternating between teasing with her tongue and sucking gently. Only now, her fingers shifted to the other breast, taking the hardened nub and rolling it between her fingers. Gradually she increased her pace and intensity, needing to hear the sweet sounds of her lover’s pleasure almost as badly as she had needed her touch earlier.
Some part of Chione almost still couldn’t believe any of this was real. Surely it was just some sort of vivid dream? But no, she knew she never could have dreamed Anastasia into existence. She was beyond anything that Chione could have imagined. Just as her touch reached Chione in a way that was altogether different than what she had known.
A soft cry came as Ana began to move her fingers faster still, only to turn louder and fade into a moan as the other woman’s thumb moved across that most sensitive bundle of nerves. It was taking everything she had to not try to rush through this indulgent pleasure that Anastasia was offering her. Luckily, it seemed that the Greek woman sensed her impatience.
Ana laid on her side next to her, coaxing the Egyptian closer. She was all too eager to curl into the other woman’s touch, her digits working diligently on increasing Chione’s pleasure. Needless to say, she absolutely succeeded. Chione was squirming from the building tension in her core, relishing every press of flesh between them. She had always enjoyed the contrast of the hard planes of a man’s body against her. Yet the softness of the female form with its hills and valleys was filled with new mysteries and sensations for her.
It was more than she had ever dared hope.
She felt Ana’s lips wandering along her shoulder to her clavicle, lingering at her throat. Without thinking, she turned her head towards the other woman, her moans increasing in quantity and volume as Anastasia’s attentions grew more and more unrelenting. It wasn’t long before her body could take no more and she tipped over that edge, her inner walls clenching and spasming around Ana’s fingers. A long cry fell from her lips, even as her body tried to curl towards the woman who had given her this incredible gift of ecstasy.
Only Anastasia had other plans.
The other woman shifted to hover atop her, pressing their bodies together, even as she claimed her lips once more. This time, Chione couldn’t hold back, shifting to cup her lover’s face, holding her close as she darted her tongue forward, craving her taste. She was ravenous and frenzied as her climax throbbed through her body. Soon though, she adapted to the languid pace that Ana set, and gradually floated back down to solid ground.
When they finally broke apart, Chione was breathless, panting shallowly as the Greek rolled off her. Immediately she missed the feel of her body. She turned to look at her, marveling at the small smirk that adorned those delicious kiss swollen lips, eyes closed. But Chione was far from done with her explorations. Somehow the relief she had craved so desperately had seemed to only spur her further on.
She rolled onto her side, much as Ana had not moments before, her lips claiming one pert nipple, swirling her tongue around it before sucking at it lightly. One finger lightly trailed from her throat through the valley of her cleavage all the way down to her navel, marveling in her beauty. Egyptian fashion left little to the imagination - something Chione was frequently grateful for - yet somehow seeing this woman bare before her still took her breath away.
Her hand shifted to the opposite hip, gripping lightly as she pulled herself over to hover above the Greek, her lips never pulling back from the woman’s breast. Once she settled, she had one knee between Ana’s legs and she leaned down to press her breasts to the woman’s stomach. Her fingers lightly traced a path from her hips, almost her sides. One hand shifted to palm her thus neglected breast, lightly kneading the tender flesh, getting used to the size and firmness of it for a long moment. Then her thumb brushed against her nipple, lightly tracing circles around the already hardening nub.
When she pulled back at last, she lightly gripped the hardened pebble between her lips, releasing it with a dramatic pop sound. She leaned close, blowing a cool breeze over the sensitive flesh, flicking it with her tongue once more before switching sides. She began slowly, as she had before, alternating between teasing with her tongue and sucking gently. Only now, her fingers shifted to the other breast, taking the hardened nub and rolling it between her fingers. Gradually she increased her pace and intensity, needing to hear the sweet sounds of her lover’s pleasure almost as badly as she had needed her touch earlier.
Chione had her ideas, but Anastasia would not let her, until a bit later on, move away from the Greek's intentions. Attaining her climax was not enough for Anastasia. Just as Ana had brought her to the peak of pleasure, she sought to wind her down the mountain and back to the earth. She toyed with her sex just a bit longer, slowly pulling those fingers out of her and pressing herself into the heated flesh of Chione's body. There was no distance between them, no barrier that could separate the Greek and the Egyptian. There was only the exchange of heat, of their bodies, their tongues and their lips as Anastasia chased the high that was toying with Chione's body.
Only once Anastasia was, for the moment, satisfied with her conquest and the pleasure written upon her features did she pull away. She basked in the image of Chione's features twisted up in ecstasy and closed her eyes, reveling in it just as her hand sought to trail along her own abdomen and lower still... However, she was caught, given to her moment off her guard and utterly unaware of Chione's advances. She figured the woman given over to pleasure and thought she might bask in the sensations a moment longer but... it was a lie. An illusion. Chione H'Isazari was not yet done with exploring Anastasia, no longer beholden to the Greek's touch and intent instead on exploring the smaller woman for herself.
Anastasia's eyes did not open, but she felt the shift in the mattress as Chione rolled over, as her head tipped towards her and claimed one of her nipples. How she swirled her tongue around the peak, how she suckled on the pebble... It was a delicious sensation that sent waves of electricity throughout Ana, met by the sensation of her finger trailing along Ana's throat, trailing between her breasts before lowering to her navel. Chione's touch was a glorious thing, and she dare not open her eyes. It was only fair to let the Egyptian explore... after all, Anastasia had thoroughly done the same. A flicker of excitement coursed through her blood as her eyes slowly opened. Her hazel hues followed the movement of Chione's hand up until she'd seized Ana's hip. She took a position similar to Ana's own just moments before, her lips still encapsulating one breast as the other was taken by Chione's hand...
Anastasia's head tipped back as intoxicating pleasure wound through her body, as her sensitive breasts were toyed with, fondled, suckled on. She was kneaded, circles traced about the stiffened pebbles. Chione claimed her nipple anew, letting a familiar popping sound come from her lips before she blew softly, cool air washing over Anastasia's bared body. There was a sheen of cool sweat that conflicted with her heated body, and the coolness of air hitting that moisture caused a delicious shiver to roll down Anastasia's spine. The Egyptian moved from breast to breast, toying with her so ardently, missing no section of flesh and clearly reveling in the action. Anastasia was aflame once again, their heated kisses and the moans that poured from Chione's lips... now they poured from Anastasia's.
Sensitive to touch, she knew that Akhenaten took pleasure in toying with her body. She was accustomed to being in control, to pleasuring others... being sought, giving over control... it was new and so delicious a feeling. The moans poured from Anastasia freely, echoing throughout the bedroom. She breathed out, again and again...
"Chione."
She gripped at the bed sheets, nails clawing into the fabric as...
"Chione..."
The whimpers rumbled in her throat, they reverberated against Chione's movements. She felt her back arch, pushing her breasts against Chione as her arms wound about the woman's body. Nails grazed along her spine next, the bed sheets abandoned...
"Chione..."
She wanted this, needed this... She gloried in the sensations given to her by this goddess, so reverent in her ministrations. But one liaison with another woman, a single visit to the oasis after an age of drought. Chione seemed keen to make her experience the satisfaction of an eternal thirst she preferred to forget... She couldn't, and wouldn't... Denying herself of this was utterly impossible, and Anastasia's nails trickled up Chione's spine, her fingertips sifting into her hair as if to hold her in place over her breasts. Until...
"Lower," she pleaded, wanting to feel the Egyptian's touch...
"More... Please," she begged.
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Chione had her ideas, but Anastasia would not let her, until a bit later on, move away from the Greek's intentions. Attaining her climax was not enough for Anastasia. Just as Ana had brought her to the peak of pleasure, she sought to wind her down the mountain and back to the earth. She toyed with her sex just a bit longer, slowly pulling those fingers out of her and pressing herself into the heated flesh of Chione's body. There was no distance between them, no barrier that could separate the Greek and the Egyptian. There was only the exchange of heat, of their bodies, their tongues and their lips as Anastasia chased the high that was toying with Chione's body.
Only once Anastasia was, for the moment, satisfied with her conquest and the pleasure written upon her features did she pull away. She basked in the image of Chione's features twisted up in ecstasy and closed her eyes, reveling in it just as her hand sought to trail along her own abdomen and lower still... However, she was caught, given to her moment off her guard and utterly unaware of Chione's advances. She figured the woman given over to pleasure and thought she might bask in the sensations a moment longer but... it was a lie. An illusion. Chione H'Isazari was not yet done with exploring Anastasia, no longer beholden to the Greek's touch and intent instead on exploring the smaller woman for herself.
Anastasia's eyes did not open, but she felt the shift in the mattress as Chione rolled over, as her head tipped towards her and claimed one of her nipples. How she swirled her tongue around the peak, how she suckled on the pebble... It was a delicious sensation that sent waves of electricity throughout Ana, met by the sensation of her finger trailing along Ana's throat, trailing between her breasts before lowering to her navel. Chione's touch was a glorious thing, and she dare not open her eyes. It was only fair to let the Egyptian explore... after all, Anastasia had thoroughly done the same. A flicker of excitement coursed through her blood as her eyes slowly opened. Her hazel hues followed the movement of Chione's hand up until she'd seized Ana's hip. She took a position similar to Ana's own just moments before, her lips still encapsulating one breast as the other was taken by Chione's hand...
Anastasia's head tipped back as intoxicating pleasure wound through her body, as her sensitive breasts were toyed with, fondled, suckled on. She was kneaded, circles traced about the stiffened pebbles. Chione claimed her nipple anew, letting a familiar popping sound come from her lips before she blew softly, cool air washing over Anastasia's bared body. There was a sheen of cool sweat that conflicted with her heated body, and the coolness of air hitting that moisture caused a delicious shiver to roll down Anastasia's spine. The Egyptian moved from breast to breast, toying with her so ardently, missing no section of flesh and clearly reveling in the action. Anastasia was aflame once again, their heated kisses and the moans that poured from Chione's lips... now they poured from Anastasia's.
Sensitive to touch, she knew that Akhenaten took pleasure in toying with her body. She was accustomed to being in control, to pleasuring others... being sought, giving over control... it was new and so delicious a feeling. The moans poured from Anastasia freely, echoing throughout the bedroom. She breathed out, again and again...
"Chione."
She gripped at the bed sheets, nails clawing into the fabric as...
"Chione..."
The whimpers rumbled in her throat, they reverberated against Chione's movements. She felt her back arch, pushing her breasts against Chione as her arms wound about the woman's body. Nails grazed along her spine next, the bed sheets abandoned...
"Chione..."
She wanted this, needed this... She gloried in the sensations given to her by this goddess, so reverent in her ministrations. But one liaison with another woman, a single visit to the oasis after an age of drought. Chione seemed keen to make her experience the satisfaction of an eternal thirst she preferred to forget... She couldn't, and wouldn't... Denying herself of this was utterly impossible, and Anastasia's nails trickled up Chione's spine, her fingertips sifting into her hair as if to hold her in place over her breasts. Until...
"Lower," she pleaded, wanting to feel the Egyptian's touch...
"More... Please," she begged.
Chione had her ideas, but Anastasia would not let her, until a bit later on, move away from the Greek's intentions. Attaining her climax was not enough for Anastasia. Just as Ana had brought her to the peak of pleasure, she sought to wind her down the mountain and back to the earth. She toyed with her sex just a bit longer, slowly pulling those fingers out of her and pressing herself into the heated flesh of Chione's body. There was no distance between them, no barrier that could separate the Greek and the Egyptian. There was only the exchange of heat, of their bodies, their tongues and their lips as Anastasia chased the high that was toying with Chione's body.
Only once Anastasia was, for the moment, satisfied with her conquest and the pleasure written upon her features did she pull away. She basked in the image of Chione's features twisted up in ecstasy and closed her eyes, reveling in it just as her hand sought to trail along her own abdomen and lower still... However, she was caught, given to her moment off her guard and utterly unaware of Chione's advances. She figured the woman given over to pleasure and thought she might bask in the sensations a moment longer but... it was a lie. An illusion. Chione H'Isazari was not yet done with exploring Anastasia, no longer beholden to the Greek's touch and intent instead on exploring the smaller woman for herself.
Anastasia's eyes did not open, but she felt the shift in the mattress as Chione rolled over, as her head tipped towards her and claimed one of her nipples. How she swirled her tongue around the peak, how she suckled on the pebble... It was a delicious sensation that sent waves of electricity throughout Ana, met by the sensation of her finger trailing along Ana's throat, trailing between her breasts before lowering to her navel. Chione's touch was a glorious thing, and she dare not open her eyes. It was only fair to let the Egyptian explore... after all, Anastasia had thoroughly done the same. A flicker of excitement coursed through her blood as her eyes slowly opened. Her hazel hues followed the movement of Chione's hand up until she'd seized Ana's hip. She took a position similar to Ana's own just moments before, her lips still encapsulating one breast as the other was taken by Chione's hand...
Anastasia's head tipped back as intoxicating pleasure wound through her body, as her sensitive breasts were toyed with, fondled, suckled on. She was kneaded, circles traced about the stiffened pebbles. Chione claimed her nipple anew, letting a familiar popping sound come from her lips before she blew softly, cool air washing over Anastasia's bared body. There was a sheen of cool sweat that conflicted with her heated body, and the coolness of air hitting that moisture caused a delicious shiver to roll down Anastasia's spine. The Egyptian moved from breast to breast, toying with her so ardently, missing no section of flesh and clearly reveling in the action. Anastasia was aflame once again, their heated kisses and the moans that poured from Chione's lips... now they poured from Anastasia's.
Sensitive to touch, she knew that Akhenaten took pleasure in toying with her body. She was accustomed to being in control, to pleasuring others... being sought, giving over control... it was new and so delicious a feeling. The moans poured from Anastasia freely, echoing throughout the bedroom. She breathed out, again and again...
"Chione."
She gripped at the bed sheets, nails clawing into the fabric as...
"Chione..."
The whimpers rumbled in her throat, they reverberated against Chione's movements. She felt her back arch, pushing her breasts against Chione as her arms wound about the woman's body. Nails grazed along her spine next, the bed sheets abandoned...
"Chione..."
She wanted this, needed this... She gloried in the sensations given to her by this goddess, so reverent in her ministrations. But one liaison with another woman, a single visit to the oasis after an age of drought. Chione seemed keen to make her experience the satisfaction of an eternal thirst she preferred to forget... She couldn't, and wouldn't... Denying herself of this was utterly impossible, and Anastasia's nails trickled up Chione's spine, her fingertips sifting into her hair as if to hold her in place over her breasts. Until...
"Lower," she pleaded, wanting to feel the Egyptian's touch...
"More... Please," she begged.
Basking in the afterglow was beyond tempting. Any other time, she might well have been content to lay there, soaking it all in. But not tonight. This had lit a fire within her, a glorious opportunity to enact the dozen of temptations that had always been out of reach for her all these years. And the greatest temptation of all - the only one she had failed to resist - was laying next to her.
Asking her to keep her hands or her mouth to herself was simply impossible.
Chione could feel the subtle motions of the woman beneath her, reveling in the sensations that washed over her now. It was incredible how much she enjoyed pleasuring Ana. The act itself was enough to drive her wild. Usually when she was with her male lovers, her enjoyment came from the role of power she played. Even when she let the man take the lead, she was ultimately the one in charge. Even if he never realized that himself.
With Anastasia, it was different. She had submitted to her in a way she rarely did. And even now, when she was the one in control... she wasn’t reveling in holding power over the other woman. It was the touch itself that sent her soaring. She could happily spend hours showering her glorious body in affection and not tire of it.
Her blue eyes lifted as to watch the expression on her lover’s face, drowning in the relentless pleasure she poured upon her. When she finally pulled back, teasing her body with a burst of cool air, she grinned at the shudder she saw move through the smaller woman. She quickly returned to her attentions, a chorus of tantalizing sounds fell from her lover’s lips and she relished every sweet one. If anything, it only increased her enthusiasm in tending to Anastasia.
The first time she heard her name on Ana’s lips, she felt a shiver move through her body. The more she repeated it, the more she felt her own desire growing once more, knowing she would forever hear the echoes of the way she was whimpering her name in need whenever she closed her eyes. As she felt her nails moving along her back, Chione couldn’t hold back a moan of her own, even as it was muffled by the breast she refused to release just yet. Her hips flexed down, rubbing herself against Ana’s thigh.
Gods, there was a pleasure she found here in Ana’s embrace that was beyond anything she had known. Was it only because it was new? Forbidden? Or was it simply the magic of this woman beneath her?
It didn’t matter, because she knew she would never recapture this feeling, so she threw herself into the moment wholeheartedly.
She loved the feel of Ana’s hands as they moved over her skin, into her hair. But more than that, she loved the pure need that was in her voice as she begged for what she wanted.
Chione could never deny her. But for once in her life, she was in no rush. She gave one long, hard suck on the pebble in her mouth, more out of stubbornness than anything, before finally releasing her tender breast. She slowly began her descent down Anastasia’s body, placing a soft kiss in the valley between her breasts, moving down the line of her navel. She shifted to the side, placing kisses at one hip and then the other, lingering just above her dark curls.
She moved further down, gently wrapping her hands around the woman’s thigh, lifting it slightly to place a kiss at the side of her knee, slowly making a line up her inner thigh. As she reached the juncture of her legs, she paused, nipping teasingly at the soft flesh there. She pulled back, splaying her hands over her skin, one on each thigh, gliding up the length of her legs over to her hips.
Her face hovered above her, closing her eyes and inhaling deeply. She could smell her desire, and it was the most heavenly thing she had ever experienced. Inching forward, she ran the flat of her tongue along the line of her velvet folds, tasting the sweet juices that coated her. She couldn’t help but moan softly, intoxicated entirely by the woman before her.
“Is this what you wanted, my beautiful temptress?” she purred, blue eyes glancing up the length of her lover’s body. Without delay, she moved forward once more, her tongue darting out to explore her entrance. Another lick, this time pressing into her, Chione’s nose pressing to that most delicate bundle of nerves.
“Is this enough for you?”
Chione punctuated that question by taking the bud of her pleasure between her lips, sucking lightly, watching intently all the while.
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Basking in the afterglow was beyond tempting. Any other time, she might well have been content to lay there, soaking it all in. But not tonight. This had lit a fire within her, a glorious opportunity to enact the dozen of temptations that had always been out of reach for her all these years. And the greatest temptation of all - the only one she had failed to resist - was laying next to her.
Asking her to keep her hands or her mouth to herself was simply impossible.
Chione could feel the subtle motions of the woman beneath her, reveling in the sensations that washed over her now. It was incredible how much she enjoyed pleasuring Ana. The act itself was enough to drive her wild. Usually when she was with her male lovers, her enjoyment came from the role of power she played. Even when she let the man take the lead, she was ultimately the one in charge. Even if he never realized that himself.
With Anastasia, it was different. She had submitted to her in a way she rarely did. And even now, when she was the one in control... she wasn’t reveling in holding power over the other woman. It was the touch itself that sent her soaring. She could happily spend hours showering her glorious body in affection and not tire of it.
Her blue eyes lifted as to watch the expression on her lover’s face, drowning in the relentless pleasure she poured upon her. When she finally pulled back, teasing her body with a burst of cool air, she grinned at the shudder she saw move through the smaller woman. She quickly returned to her attentions, a chorus of tantalizing sounds fell from her lover’s lips and she relished every sweet one. If anything, it only increased her enthusiasm in tending to Anastasia.
The first time she heard her name on Ana’s lips, she felt a shiver move through her body. The more she repeated it, the more she felt her own desire growing once more, knowing she would forever hear the echoes of the way she was whimpering her name in need whenever she closed her eyes. As she felt her nails moving along her back, Chione couldn’t hold back a moan of her own, even as it was muffled by the breast she refused to release just yet. Her hips flexed down, rubbing herself against Ana’s thigh.
Gods, there was a pleasure she found here in Ana’s embrace that was beyond anything she had known. Was it only because it was new? Forbidden? Or was it simply the magic of this woman beneath her?
It didn’t matter, because she knew she would never recapture this feeling, so she threw herself into the moment wholeheartedly.
She loved the feel of Ana’s hands as they moved over her skin, into her hair. But more than that, she loved the pure need that was in her voice as she begged for what she wanted.
Chione could never deny her. But for once in her life, she was in no rush. She gave one long, hard suck on the pebble in her mouth, more out of stubbornness than anything, before finally releasing her tender breast. She slowly began her descent down Anastasia’s body, placing a soft kiss in the valley between her breasts, moving down the line of her navel. She shifted to the side, placing kisses at one hip and then the other, lingering just above her dark curls.
She moved further down, gently wrapping her hands around the woman’s thigh, lifting it slightly to place a kiss at the side of her knee, slowly making a line up her inner thigh. As she reached the juncture of her legs, she paused, nipping teasingly at the soft flesh there. She pulled back, splaying her hands over her skin, one on each thigh, gliding up the length of her legs over to her hips.
Her face hovered above her, closing her eyes and inhaling deeply. She could smell her desire, and it was the most heavenly thing she had ever experienced. Inching forward, she ran the flat of her tongue along the line of her velvet folds, tasting the sweet juices that coated her. She couldn’t help but moan softly, intoxicated entirely by the woman before her.
“Is this what you wanted, my beautiful temptress?” she purred, blue eyes glancing up the length of her lover’s body. Without delay, she moved forward once more, her tongue darting out to explore her entrance. Another lick, this time pressing into her, Chione’s nose pressing to that most delicate bundle of nerves.
“Is this enough for you?”
Chione punctuated that question by taking the bud of her pleasure between her lips, sucking lightly, watching intently all the while.
Basking in the afterglow was beyond tempting. Any other time, she might well have been content to lay there, soaking it all in. But not tonight. This had lit a fire within her, a glorious opportunity to enact the dozen of temptations that had always been out of reach for her all these years. And the greatest temptation of all - the only one she had failed to resist - was laying next to her.
Asking her to keep her hands or her mouth to herself was simply impossible.
Chione could feel the subtle motions of the woman beneath her, reveling in the sensations that washed over her now. It was incredible how much she enjoyed pleasuring Ana. The act itself was enough to drive her wild. Usually when she was with her male lovers, her enjoyment came from the role of power she played. Even when she let the man take the lead, she was ultimately the one in charge. Even if he never realized that himself.
With Anastasia, it was different. She had submitted to her in a way she rarely did. And even now, when she was the one in control... she wasn’t reveling in holding power over the other woman. It was the touch itself that sent her soaring. She could happily spend hours showering her glorious body in affection and not tire of it.
Her blue eyes lifted as to watch the expression on her lover’s face, drowning in the relentless pleasure she poured upon her. When she finally pulled back, teasing her body with a burst of cool air, she grinned at the shudder she saw move through the smaller woman. She quickly returned to her attentions, a chorus of tantalizing sounds fell from her lover’s lips and she relished every sweet one. If anything, it only increased her enthusiasm in tending to Anastasia.
The first time she heard her name on Ana’s lips, she felt a shiver move through her body. The more she repeated it, the more she felt her own desire growing once more, knowing she would forever hear the echoes of the way she was whimpering her name in need whenever she closed her eyes. As she felt her nails moving along her back, Chione couldn’t hold back a moan of her own, even as it was muffled by the breast she refused to release just yet. Her hips flexed down, rubbing herself against Ana’s thigh.
Gods, there was a pleasure she found here in Ana’s embrace that was beyond anything she had known. Was it only because it was new? Forbidden? Or was it simply the magic of this woman beneath her?
It didn’t matter, because she knew she would never recapture this feeling, so she threw herself into the moment wholeheartedly.
She loved the feel of Ana’s hands as they moved over her skin, into her hair. But more than that, she loved the pure need that was in her voice as she begged for what she wanted.
Chione could never deny her. But for once in her life, she was in no rush. She gave one long, hard suck on the pebble in her mouth, more out of stubbornness than anything, before finally releasing her tender breast. She slowly began her descent down Anastasia’s body, placing a soft kiss in the valley between her breasts, moving down the line of her navel. She shifted to the side, placing kisses at one hip and then the other, lingering just above her dark curls.
She moved further down, gently wrapping her hands around the woman’s thigh, lifting it slightly to place a kiss at the side of her knee, slowly making a line up her inner thigh. As she reached the juncture of her legs, she paused, nipping teasingly at the soft flesh there. She pulled back, splaying her hands over her skin, one on each thigh, gliding up the length of her legs over to her hips.
Her face hovered above her, closing her eyes and inhaling deeply. She could smell her desire, and it was the most heavenly thing she had ever experienced. Inching forward, she ran the flat of her tongue along the line of her velvet folds, tasting the sweet juices that coated her. She couldn’t help but moan softly, intoxicated entirely by the woman before her.
“Is this what you wanted, my beautiful temptress?” she purred, blue eyes glancing up the length of her lover’s body. Without delay, she moved forward once more, her tongue darting out to explore her entrance. Another lick, this time pressing into her, Chione’s nose pressing to that most delicate bundle of nerves.
“Is this enough for you?”
Chione punctuated that question by taking the bud of her pleasure between her lips, sucking lightly, watching intently all the while.
Between Anastasia and Chione, in the short time they'd spent together, control was never an issue. First, Chione gave herself to Anastasia without being asked. Rather, she herself begged for Ana to toy with her, needing her touch and sending shivers through Ana's body, of pleasure and of delight that wove together to form a powerful sort of magnetism that drew her, inexorably, to the Egyptian. Then, Ana herself let down her guard, expecting Chione to take her time and bask in the moment only to be surprised bu her touch and...
"Chione," the moaned name set through the room again and again. "Chione," she cried out, each syllable laden with heated pleasure that sought to tear through the very core of her. It was electric, visceral... the feeling of being given over so fully to this stranger was nothing short of miraculous. While Anastasia called herself a fallen star, Chione was the one who was a wedge of the heavens, visiting the bard and taking command of her in such an exquisite manner.
A lover. Akhenaten was the only one she could call that in several months. Passing flings and one-time indulgences that meant so very little to her came before. Egypt was a place of indulgence and yet... here, Anastasia's prospects were smaller than they'd been by design. She'd been busy... she'd been deprived, and while Akhenaten was an oasis, Chione was the Nile. It was a delicious thing, to feel Chione rub herself against Ana's thigh, as the moan poured from her lips as Ana's nails grazed her flesh. Then, Chione drew lower, heeding her request before placing a kiss to her knee.
She knew what was coming, and her eyes widened at the momentary shock of it. She hadn't expected Chione to go quite that far and yet... she craved it. She needed it. As she watched the sight of Chione settling between her thighs, as she nipped softly at the flesh between... then her tongue inched forward and slid along the slit of her velvet folds... she was reminded of Akhenaten. She recalled the texture of his tongue as it met her own, as it moved in the same way Chione's did now. The heated flush of her body as Chione tasted the juices that her waves of arousal had created... Embarrassment, regret...
Ana felt everything collapse into her psyche in the heat of the moment before Chione spoke once again. The purr that fell from her lips, the striking blue eyes that caught her own... Anastasia did not have time to answer as Chione's tongue moved in earnest, exploring the silken folds... her nose pressed to the bundle of nerves, the waves of pleasure completely overriding everything else. The sheets tore at the force of her digits gripping them, her knuckles white with the pressure as she threw her head back into the mattress, crying out Chione's name. It was tantalizing, satisfying... she needed more and yet...
She saw Hena's face crumbling away in the heat of the moment. She felt her heart turn hollow before she gave in altogether.
This is okay, she reassured herself. Everything was fine. Akhenaten would forgive her... She wasn't the man's property... The thoughts were gone, torn away by Chione's question.
My beautiful temptress...
The flush returned anew, soft giggles falling from her lips before the cries started anew at the feeling of her bud being taken between Chione's lips.
"Yes... Yes! Chione... I..." she trailed off as her body quivered, her sensitive core and the conflicting, embroiling emotions within her all rolling into heated tension that demanded release.
"Please..." she begged, needing the climax that eluded her, needing the closure that might make her forget this regret and focus wholly on her lover's diligent attentions.
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Between Anastasia and Chione, in the short time they'd spent together, control was never an issue. First, Chione gave herself to Anastasia without being asked. Rather, she herself begged for Ana to toy with her, needing her touch and sending shivers through Ana's body, of pleasure and of delight that wove together to form a powerful sort of magnetism that drew her, inexorably, to the Egyptian. Then, Ana herself let down her guard, expecting Chione to take her time and bask in the moment only to be surprised bu her touch and...
"Chione," the moaned name set through the room again and again. "Chione," she cried out, each syllable laden with heated pleasure that sought to tear through the very core of her. It was electric, visceral... the feeling of being given over so fully to this stranger was nothing short of miraculous. While Anastasia called herself a fallen star, Chione was the one who was a wedge of the heavens, visiting the bard and taking command of her in such an exquisite manner.
A lover. Akhenaten was the only one she could call that in several months. Passing flings and one-time indulgences that meant so very little to her came before. Egypt was a place of indulgence and yet... here, Anastasia's prospects were smaller than they'd been by design. She'd been busy... she'd been deprived, and while Akhenaten was an oasis, Chione was the Nile. It was a delicious thing, to feel Chione rub herself against Ana's thigh, as the moan poured from her lips as Ana's nails grazed her flesh. Then, Chione drew lower, heeding her request before placing a kiss to her knee.
She knew what was coming, and her eyes widened at the momentary shock of it. She hadn't expected Chione to go quite that far and yet... she craved it. She needed it. As she watched the sight of Chione settling between her thighs, as she nipped softly at the flesh between... then her tongue inched forward and slid along the slit of her velvet folds... she was reminded of Akhenaten. She recalled the texture of his tongue as it met her own, as it moved in the same way Chione's did now. The heated flush of her body as Chione tasted the juices that her waves of arousal had created... Embarrassment, regret...
Ana felt everything collapse into her psyche in the heat of the moment before Chione spoke once again. The purr that fell from her lips, the striking blue eyes that caught her own... Anastasia did not have time to answer as Chione's tongue moved in earnest, exploring the silken folds... her nose pressed to the bundle of nerves, the waves of pleasure completely overriding everything else. The sheets tore at the force of her digits gripping them, her knuckles white with the pressure as she threw her head back into the mattress, crying out Chione's name. It was tantalizing, satisfying... she needed more and yet...
She saw Hena's face crumbling away in the heat of the moment. She felt her heart turn hollow before she gave in altogether.
This is okay, she reassured herself. Everything was fine. Akhenaten would forgive her... She wasn't the man's property... The thoughts were gone, torn away by Chione's question.
My beautiful temptress...
The flush returned anew, soft giggles falling from her lips before the cries started anew at the feeling of her bud being taken between Chione's lips.
"Yes... Yes! Chione... I..." she trailed off as her body quivered, her sensitive core and the conflicting, embroiling emotions within her all rolling into heated tension that demanded release.
"Please..." she begged, needing the climax that eluded her, needing the closure that might make her forget this regret and focus wholly on her lover's diligent attentions.
Between Anastasia and Chione, in the short time they'd spent together, control was never an issue. First, Chione gave herself to Anastasia without being asked. Rather, she herself begged for Ana to toy with her, needing her touch and sending shivers through Ana's body, of pleasure and of delight that wove together to form a powerful sort of magnetism that drew her, inexorably, to the Egyptian. Then, Ana herself let down her guard, expecting Chione to take her time and bask in the moment only to be surprised bu her touch and...
"Chione," the moaned name set through the room again and again. "Chione," she cried out, each syllable laden with heated pleasure that sought to tear through the very core of her. It was electric, visceral... the feeling of being given over so fully to this stranger was nothing short of miraculous. While Anastasia called herself a fallen star, Chione was the one who was a wedge of the heavens, visiting the bard and taking command of her in such an exquisite manner.
A lover. Akhenaten was the only one she could call that in several months. Passing flings and one-time indulgences that meant so very little to her came before. Egypt was a place of indulgence and yet... here, Anastasia's prospects were smaller than they'd been by design. She'd been busy... she'd been deprived, and while Akhenaten was an oasis, Chione was the Nile. It was a delicious thing, to feel Chione rub herself against Ana's thigh, as the moan poured from her lips as Ana's nails grazed her flesh. Then, Chione drew lower, heeding her request before placing a kiss to her knee.
She knew what was coming, and her eyes widened at the momentary shock of it. She hadn't expected Chione to go quite that far and yet... she craved it. She needed it. As she watched the sight of Chione settling between her thighs, as she nipped softly at the flesh between... then her tongue inched forward and slid along the slit of her velvet folds... she was reminded of Akhenaten. She recalled the texture of his tongue as it met her own, as it moved in the same way Chione's did now. The heated flush of her body as Chione tasted the juices that her waves of arousal had created... Embarrassment, regret...
Ana felt everything collapse into her psyche in the heat of the moment before Chione spoke once again. The purr that fell from her lips, the striking blue eyes that caught her own... Anastasia did not have time to answer as Chione's tongue moved in earnest, exploring the silken folds... her nose pressed to the bundle of nerves, the waves of pleasure completely overriding everything else. The sheets tore at the force of her digits gripping them, her knuckles white with the pressure as she threw her head back into the mattress, crying out Chione's name. It was tantalizing, satisfying... she needed more and yet...
She saw Hena's face crumbling away in the heat of the moment. She felt her heart turn hollow before she gave in altogether.
This is okay, she reassured herself. Everything was fine. Akhenaten would forgive her... She wasn't the man's property... The thoughts were gone, torn away by Chione's question.
My beautiful temptress...
The flush returned anew, soft giggles falling from her lips before the cries started anew at the feeling of her bud being taken between Chione's lips.
"Yes... Yes! Chione... I..." she trailed off as her body quivered, her sensitive core and the conflicting, embroiling emotions within her all rolling into heated tension that demanded release.
"Please..." she begged, needing the climax that eluded her, needing the closure that might make her forget this regret and focus wholly on her lover's diligent attentions.
Chione was not a modest woman. She knew she was skilled in manners of bodily pleasure.Yet somehow with Anastasia, it still felt miraculous to have her moaning and writhing so exquisitely under her attentions. She had certainly never heard her name said with such reverent passion before, much less in a woman’s voice. It was a sound that ensnared her in a way little could, and she would certainly never forget it for the rest of her days.
But for now, she didn’t think of such matters. In fact, she thought of nothing more than bringing pleasure to her newest lover, of fulfilling her senses until she lost herself in them entirely. This attraction between them went far beyond appearances or reason. It was something entirely primal - the sort of urge that was impossible to resist. As if it was their very nature to be drawn together and ravage each other.
She couldn’t know of the conflicted emotions of the Greek woman beneath her mouth. After all, Chione didn’t know what it was to feel for her lovers beyond the pleasure she shared. There were perhaps a few that earned a manner of familiar affection from years of history. But those were rare, and even then, none earned her loyalty. She cared nothing for whoever else they might choose to dally with, had never understood that sort of jealousy over a person.
All she knew was that Anastasia was responding to her so deliciously, she couldn’t resist.
The words that fell from her lips only thrilled the Egyptian all the more. Her body was trembling with need, and she was begging for the very same relief she had given Chione. She pulled back, tugging gently at the swollen bud between her lips before releasing it. Her tongue dipped low, tasting her sweetness once more with a low groan. The smaller woman was practically dripping with want and it was one of the most seductive sights Chione had ever seen. To know that this was all for her.
“Of course, my sweet,” she murmured against her velvet lips. “I would never leave you in such agony... for long.”
With that she resumed her affections with a new zeal. She slowly slid two fingers inside the woman, moaning herself at the feeling of being within her. Showering her with kisses everywhere within reach - hips, thighs, and everything between - she began to move her digits much as Ana had done, allowing the woman to adjust to her before curving her fingers just so to hit that wondrously pleasurable spot within. Meanwhile, her tongue shifted to circle that bundle of nerves once more, teasing it before taking it into her mouth and sucking lightly.
She would take Ana to that edge, but it would be a steady climb. So she toyed with her lover, getting her close to let it slip away. Sucking her hard only to eliminate the pressure, flicking instead with her tongue. And the sounds Ana made... They were truly irresistable. It wasn’t long before she felt herself growing needy as well. Chione reached down with her free hand, rubbing herself relentlessly in search of her own relief.
Oh yes, Anastasia would find her release, and Chione would topple over with her.
The Egyptian’s moans only intensified the efforts of her mouth, the sounds vibrating against Ana’s sensitive bud. Meanwhile, her fingers increased their speed, stroking her inner walls as though she was beckoning her climax forth. Finally her mouth pulled back enough for her to speak.
“Let go, Ana. Together. Give into it with me,” she urged, her own release rapidly approaching.
Chione couldn’t bring herself to wait, claiming her womanhood once more with her mouth while her digits slid within her lover’s center. There were no thoughts of teasing any longer. She was blind with need, much as the paler woman beneath her mouth. Nothing existed beyond their entangled bodies in this moment and the incredible pleasure that was just within their reach.
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Chione was not a modest woman. She knew she was skilled in manners of bodily pleasure.Yet somehow with Anastasia, it still felt miraculous to have her moaning and writhing so exquisitely under her attentions. She had certainly never heard her name said with such reverent passion before, much less in a woman’s voice. It was a sound that ensnared her in a way little could, and she would certainly never forget it for the rest of her days.
But for now, she didn’t think of such matters. In fact, she thought of nothing more than bringing pleasure to her newest lover, of fulfilling her senses until she lost herself in them entirely. This attraction between them went far beyond appearances or reason. It was something entirely primal - the sort of urge that was impossible to resist. As if it was their very nature to be drawn together and ravage each other.
She couldn’t know of the conflicted emotions of the Greek woman beneath her mouth. After all, Chione didn’t know what it was to feel for her lovers beyond the pleasure she shared. There were perhaps a few that earned a manner of familiar affection from years of history. But those were rare, and even then, none earned her loyalty. She cared nothing for whoever else they might choose to dally with, had never understood that sort of jealousy over a person.
All she knew was that Anastasia was responding to her so deliciously, she couldn’t resist.
The words that fell from her lips only thrilled the Egyptian all the more. Her body was trembling with need, and she was begging for the very same relief she had given Chione. She pulled back, tugging gently at the swollen bud between her lips before releasing it. Her tongue dipped low, tasting her sweetness once more with a low groan. The smaller woman was practically dripping with want and it was one of the most seductive sights Chione had ever seen. To know that this was all for her.
“Of course, my sweet,” she murmured against her velvet lips. “I would never leave you in such agony... for long.”
With that she resumed her affections with a new zeal. She slowly slid two fingers inside the woman, moaning herself at the feeling of being within her. Showering her with kisses everywhere within reach - hips, thighs, and everything between - she began to move her digits much as Ana had done, allowing the woman to adjust to her before curving her fingers just so to hit that wondrously pleasurable spot within. Meanwhile, her tongue shifted to circle that bundle of nerves once more, teasing it before taking it into her mouth and sucking lightly.
She would take Ana to that edge, but it would be a steady climb. So she toyed with her lover, getting her close to let it slip away. Sucking her hard only to eliminate the pressure, flicking instead with her tongue. And the sounds Ana made... They were truly irresistable. It wasn’t long before she felt herself growing needy as well. Chione reached down with her free hand, rubbing herself relentlessly in search of her own relief.
Oh yes, Anastasia would find her release, and Chione would topple over with her.
The Egyptian’s moans only intensified the efforts of her mouth, the sounds vibrating against Ana’s sensitive bud. Meanwhile, her fingers increased their speed, stroking her inner walls as though she was beckoning her climax forth. Finally her mouth pulled back enough for her to speak.
“Let go, Ana. Together. Give into it with me,” she urged, her own release rapidly approaching.
Chione couldn’t bring herself to wait, claiming her womanhood once more with her mouth while her digits slid within her lover’s center. There were no thoughts of teasing any longer. She was blind with need, much as the paler woman beneath her mouth. Nothing existed beyond their entangled bodies in this moment and the incredible pleasure that was just within their reach.
Chione was not a modest woman. She knew she was skilled in manners of bodily pleasure.Yet somehow with Anastasia, it still felt miraculous to have her moaning and writhing so exquisitely under her attentions. She had certainly never heard her name said with such reverent passion before, much less in a woman’s voice. It was a sound that ensnared her in a way little could, and she would certainly never forget it for the rest of her days.
But for now, she didn’t think of such matters. In fact, she thought of nothing more than bringing pleasure to her newest lover, of fulfilling her senses until she lost herself in them entirely. This attraction between them went far beyond appearances or reason. It was something entirely primal - the sort of urge that was impossible to resist. As if it was their very nature to be drawn together and ravage each other.
She couldn’t know of the conflicted emotions of the Greek woman beneath her mouth. After all, Chione didn’t know what it was to feel for her lovers beyond the pleasure she shared. There were perhaps a few that earned a manner of familiar affection from years of history. But those were rare, and even then, none earned her loyalty. She cared nothing for whoever else they might choose to dally with, had never understood that sort of jealousy over a person.
All she knew was that Anastasia was responding to her so deliciously, she couldn’t resist.
The words that fell from her lips only thrilled the Egyptian all the more. Her body was trembling with need, and she was begging for the very same relief she had given Chione. She pulled back, tugging gently at the swollen bud between her lips before releasing it. Her tongue dipped low, tasting her sweetness once more with a low groan. The smaller woman was practically dripping with want and it was one of the most seductive sights Chione had ever seen. To know that this was all for her.
“Of course, my sweet,” she murmured against her velvet lips. “I would never leave you in such agony... for long.”
With that she resumed her affections with a new zeal. She slowly slid two fingers inside the woman, moaning herself at the feeling of being within her. Showering her with kisses everywhere within reach - hips, thighs, and everything between - she began to move her digits much as Ana had done, allowing the woman to adjust to her before curving her fingers just so to hit that wondrously pleasurable spot within. Meanwhile, her tongue shifted to circle that bundle of nerves once more, teasing it before taking it into her mouth and sucking lightly.
She would take Ana to that edge, but it would be a steady climb. So she toyed with her lover, getting her close to let it slip away. Sucking her hard only to eliminate the pressure, flicking instead with her tongue. And the sounds Ana made... They were truly irresistable. It wasn’t long before she felt herself growing needy as well. Chione reached down with her free hand, rubbing herself relentlessly in search of her own relief.
Oh yes, Anastasia would find her release, and Chione would topple over with her.
The Egyptian’s moans only intensified the efforts of her mouth, the sounds vibrating against Ana’s sensitive bud. Meanwhile, her fingers increased their speed, stroking her inner walls as though she was beckoning her climax forth. Finally her mouth pulled back enough for her to speak.
“Let go, Ana. Together. Give into it with me,” she urged, her own release rapidly approaching.
Chione couldn’t bring herself to wait, claiming her womanhood once more with her mouth while her digits slid within her lover’s center. There were no thoughts of teasing any longer. She was blind with need, much as the paler woman beneath her mouth. Nothing existed beyond their entangled bodies in this moment and the incredible pleasure that was just within their reach.
The conflict within Anastasia stirred for a moment, but could do nothing beneath the wave of pleasure and the powerful lust that permeated throughout her entire being. It was a deliciously sinful sensation, to feel her mind go blank, to allow the thoughts that created the conflict of her soul edge away. There was the dedicated ministrations that Chione employed, how she sought to bring pleasure to Anastasia after experiencing her own. But, there was more. There was the way Ana's voice and the taste of her seemed to ignite a deeper flame within the Egyptian herself. Anastasia didn't miss how Chione touched herself... The sight of her pleasuring Ana and herself was a delicious thing. Anastasia suspected that she could hunger for Chione even in the midst of ravaging her, she could crave more and never have enough...
A powerful flame sought to consume the both of them, and the Greek certainly could figure the sort of thrill that moved down Chione's spine. The two... though they held differences both in station and in demeanor, were the same. They had the same vigor for pleasure, even if the Egyptian was less personal about her pursuits. By reputation Anastasia knew it to be so and yet... Chione lavished Ana with attentions that the bard was confident weren't so easily given. The murmur against her lips, the zeal with which fingers slid into Ana's velvet folds. The pleasure drew deeper still, the agonizing want for that elusive peak being extinguished. Anastasia felt the rampant pace of her heart within her chest, the shifting of Chione's tongue against her, the pressure of her fingers filling her...
Anastasia could withstand it no longer. The inner walls of her sex convulsed, a well of the juices that slicked her passage staining Chione's fingers as she raised a hand to her mouth to muffle the scream of ecstasy that escaped her. She couldn't wait, Chione's words, her invitation to join her on that peak was gone. Anastasia felt her the pressure crack and her head fell back against the bed, her half-closed eyes looking to the ceiling for a brief moment before the energy returned to her. The world returned to her sight, the sensation of their entangled bodies and everything that their afternoon together invoked within her. Still, her raging pulse beat against her throat. Still, the sheen of sweat had stained her bedsheets. But... she felt... different.
This liaison seemed different than most. The clarity of mind that came to Anastasia brought the smile to her lips. Chione, if she'd gone to her climax with her, would be guided back onto the bed.The bard brushed her calf along Chione's before raising her leg so that her inner thigh caressed Chione's outer. Languidly, she rested her flesh atop Chione's before she pulled the both of them together. She brought their bodies closer, her chest pressed to her lover's as an arm caught along her waist. The embrace was tender, but the motions of her pert nipples along Chione's breasts was not. Desperate, the sensation drew a low moan from Ana's lips before she brought her lips within an inch of Chione's. The same distance that their first kiss just a short time (Gods, she had no idea how long they'd spent here) ago...
Then, the arm looped about her shoulders. She claimed Chione with a deep, probing kiss, taking her tongue and tasting her once more. She could taste herself on the woman's lips, a fact that served to swell further arousal within her. She indulged, in Chione's lips, in her body pressed to hers, but to delve again into this mindless ecstasy was not her intention. She felt comfort, freedom from the conflict of just moment's before, and these caresses, these kisses... they invoked a sort of gratitude, a worship of the body of the woman who captivated her, stirred conflict within her, then liberated her from it.
"Give into this with me, Chione," she breathed against the woman's throat, reminiscent of what she'd said just moments before, though the context was... distinct. Lustful as it was, Anastasia brought the implication of their shared fascination, a sort of lust that drew beyond once. Once could never be enough... Anastasia had not explored Chione as she had her, she needed to, and yet... to do so now and waste the day away with her... as tempting as it was... She had other ideas for how to spend the rest of their day. They had made an idea earlier, and the desire to see Chione out in the world manifested, feelings that would later stir conflict within Anastasia taking root as she kissed the Egyptian once more.
"Chione," she moaned against the woman's ear, allowing her lips to paint a path along the expanse of her throat before she pressed her face into the woman's neck. It was a tender thing, so stark from the desperate, aching need... She might've wondered for a moment how the lustful Egyptian might react... But she didn't. Instead, she caved into the want, brushing her fingertips along the flesh of Chione's back before she said,
"I want to see how the moon hits that exquisite face of yours. Would you indulge in this request?"
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The conflict within Anastasia stirred for a moment, but could do nothing beneath the wave of pleasure and the powerful lust that permeated throughout her entire being. It was a deliciously sinful sensation, to feel her mind go blank, to allow the thoughts that created the conflict of her soul edge away. There was the dedicated ministrations that Chione employed, how she sought to bring pleasure to Anastasia after experiencing her own. But, there was more. There was the way Ana's voice and the taste of her seemed to ignite a deeper flame within the Egyptian herself. Anastasia didn't miss how Chione touched herself... The sight of her pleasuring Ana and herself was a delicious thing. Anastasia suspected that she could hunger for Chione even in the midst of ravaging her, she could crave more and never have enough...
A powerful flame sought to consume the both of them, and the Greek certainly could figure the sort of thrill that moved down Chione's spine. The two... though they held differences both in station and in demeanor, were the same. They had the same vigor for pleasure, even if the Egyptian was less personal about her pursuits. By reputation Anastasia knew it to be so and yet... Chione lavished Ana with attentions that the bard was confident weren't so easily given. The murmur against her lips, the zeal with which fingers slid into Ana's velvet folds. The pleasure drew deeper still, the agonizing want for that elusive peak being extinguished. Anastasia felt the rampant pace of her heart within her chest, the shifting of Chione's tongue against her, the pressure of her fingers filling her...
Anastasia could withstand it no longer. The inner walls of her sex convulsed, a well of the juices that slicked her passage staining Chione's fingers as she raised a hand to her mouth to muffle the scream of ecstasy that escaped her. She couldn't wait, Chione's words, her invitation to join her on that peak was gone. Anastasia felt her the pressure crack and her head fell back against the bed, her half-closed eyes looking to the ceiling for a brief moment before the energy returned to her. The world returned to her sight, the sensation of their entangled bodies and everything that their afternoon together invoked within her. Still, her raging pulse beat against her throat. Still, the sheen of sweat had stained her bedsheets. But... she felt... different.
This liaison seemed different than most. The clarity of mind that came to Anastasia brought the smile to her lips. Chione, if she'd gone to her climax with her, would be guided back onto the bed.The bard brushed her calf along Chione's before raising her leg so that her inner thigh caressed Chione's outer. Languidly, she rested her flesh atop Chione's before she pulled the both of them together. She brought their bodies closer, her chest pressed to her lover's as an arm caught along her waist. The embrace was tender, but the motions of her pert nipples along Chione's breasts was not. Desperate, the sensation drew a low moan from Ana's lips before she brought her lips within an inch of Chione's. The same distance that their first kiss just a short time (Gods, she had no idea how long they'd spent here) ago...
Then, the arm looped about her shoulders. She claimed Chione with a deep, probing kiss, taking her tongue and tasting her once more. She could taste herself on the woman's lips, a fact that served to swell further arousal within her. She indulged, in Chione's lips, in her body pressed to hers, but to delve again into this mindless ecstasy was not her intention. She felt comfort, freedom from the conflict of just moment's before, and these caresses, these kisses... they invoked a sort of gratitude, a worship of the body of the woman who captivated her, stirred conflict within her, then liberated her from it.
"Give into this with me, Chione," she breathed against the woman's throat, reminiscent of what she'd said just moments before, though the context was... distinct. Lustful as it was, Anastasia brought the implication of their shared fascination, a sort of lust that drew beyond once. Once could never be enough... Anastasia had not explored Chione as she had her, she needed to, and yet... to do so now and waste the day away with her... as tempting as it was... She had other ideas for how to spend the rest of their day. They had made an idea earlier, and the desire to see Chione out in the world manifested, feelings that would later stir conflict within Anastasia taking root as she kissed the Egyptian once more.
"Chione," she moaned against the woman's ear, allowing her lips to paint a path along the expanse of her throat before she pressed her face into the woman's neck. It was a tender thing, so stark from the desperate, aching need... She might've wondered for a moment how the lustful Egyptian might react... But she didn't. Instead, she caved into the want, brushing her fingertips along the flesh of Chione's back before she said,
"I want to see how the moon hits that exquisite face of yours. Would you indulge in this request?"
The conflict within Anastasia stirred for a moment, but could do nothing beneath the wave of pleasure and the powerful lust that permeated throughout her entire being. It was a deliciously sinful sensation, to feel her mind go blank, to allow the thoughts that created the conflict of her soul edge away. There was the dedicated ministrations that Chione employed, how she sought to bring pleasure to Anastasia after experiencing her own. But, there was more. There was the way Ana's voice and the taste of her seemed to ignite a deeper flame within the Egyptian herself. Anastasia didn't miss how Chione touched herself... The sight of her pleasuring Ana and herself was a delicious thing. Anastasia suspected that she could hunger for Chione even in the midst of ravaging her, she could crave more and never have enough...
A powerful flame sought to consume the both of them, and the Greek certainly could figure the sort of thrill that moved down Chione's spine. The two... though they held differences both in station and in demeanor, were the same. They had the same vigor for pleasure, even if the Egyptian was less personal about her pursuits. By reputation Anastasia knew it to be so and yet... Chione lavished Ana with attentions that the bard was confident weren't so easily given. The murmur against her lips, the zeal with which fingers slid into Ana's velvet folds. The pleasure drew deeper still, the agonizing want for that elusive peak being extinguished. Anastasia felt the rampant pace of her heart within her chest, the shifting of Chione's tongue against her, the pressure of her fingers filling her...
Anastasia could withstand it no longer. The inner walls of her sex convulsed, a well of the juices that slicked her passage staining Chione's fingers as she raised a hand to her mouth to muffle the scream of ecstasy that escaped her. She couldn't wait, Chione's words, her invitation to join her on that peak was gone. Anastasia felt her the pressure crack and her head fell back against the bed, her half-closed eyes looking to the ceiling for a brief moment before the energy returned to her. The world returned to her sight, the sensation of their entangled bodies and everything that their afternoon together invoked within her. Still, her raging pulse beat against her throat. Still, the sheen of sweat had stained her bedsheets. But... she felt... different.
This liaison seemed different than most. The clarity of mind that came to Anastasia brought the smile to her lips. Chione, if she'd gone to her climax with her, would be guided back onto the bed.The bard brushed her calf along Chione's before raising her leg so that her inner thigh caressed Chione's outer. Languidly, she rested her flesh atop Chione's before she pulled the both of them together. She brought their bodies closer, her chest pressed to her lover's as an arm caught along her waist. The embrace was tender, but the motions of her pert nipples along Chione's breasts was not. Desperate, the sensation drew a low moan from Ana's lips before she brought her lips within an inch of Chione's. The same distance that their first kiss just a short time (Gods, she had no idea how long they'd spent here) ago...
Then, the arm looped about her shoulders. She claimed Chione with a deep, probing kiss, taking her tongue and tasting her once more. She could taste herself on the woman's lips, a fact that served to swell further arousal within her. She indulged, in Chione's lips, in her body pressed to hers, but to delve again into this mindless ecstasy was not her intention. She felt comfort, freedom from the conflict of just moment's before, and these caresses, these kisses... they invoked a sort of gratitude, a worship of the body of the woman who captivated her, stirred conflict within her, then liberated her from it.
"Give into this with me, Chione," she breathed against the woman's throat, reminiscent of what she'd said just moments before, though the context was... distinct. Lustful as it was, Anastasia brought the implication of their shared fascination, a sort of lust that drew beyond once. Once could never be enough... Anastasia had not explored Chione as she had her, she needed to, and yet... to do so now and waste the day away with her... as tempting as it was... She had other ideas for how to spend the rest of their day. They had made an idea earlier, and the desire to see Chione out in the world manifested, feelings that would later stir conflict within Anastasia taking root as she kissed the Egyptian once more.
"Chione," she moaned against the woman's ear, allowing her lips to paint a path along the expanse of her throat before she pressed her face into the woman's neck. It was a tender thing, so stark from the desperate, aching need... She might've wondered for a moment how the lustful Egyptian might react... But she didn't. Instead, she caved into the want, brushing her fingertips along the flesh of Chione's back before she said,
"I want to see how the moon hits that exquisite face of yours. Would you indulge in this request?"