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While all of the allure of the circus was a powerful draw, the high that came with seeing performers and spectacle paled in comparison to the visceral draw that Anastasia felt with Chione H'Isazari. The sights weren't relevant, the short greeting with Callidora forgotten. Even the strange snake charming woman with the painted flesh seemed to wither away into nothingness as far as Anastasia was concerned. No, Chione seemed to be on the same page as she was, with no amount of disappointment shown for the refusal to perform.
The interest had waned, and while Anastasia did yearn to see more of the circus and discover the root cause of why it was so talked about... She couldn't resist it when Chione accepted her invitation. She posed her question, and the call of the little girl beckoning for all of the patrons to enter simply seemed far away and forgotten.
"It is! I've heard so much about the Tempest of Set, but they always seemed just a step ahead of me," she answered, the chuckle on her lips. There'd always been a tinge of disappointment for her to find out when they'd left Cairo. She'd always been tempted to follow them along to see what it was all about, but... then Akhenaten entered her life. In the weeks since she'd first met the man, there was more for her to see in Cairo. She'd slept with him, drank with him, indulged in opium with him, [basked in the wonders that was Egyptian life in a way she'd never done before. The circus seemed a far-away thought until it resurfaced.
But, now? She was denied again. The siren call that was Chione's voice, the pull of her arm and gentle guidance... She could do nothing but follow, and then... once they stole away into a tent there was nothing that could be done but allow herself to be lulled into that heated kiss. The flush coursed through her body, heat burning at her cheeks and within her abdomen. In between kisses, she was asked that simple question.
"You truly came alone?"
Ana wanted to bring Akhenaten along, but he seemed otherwise occupied. They'd missed each other, or rather, she'd missed him. She'd sought him out, but in the end, without an alternative and with the intention of arriving on time... she'd come alone to the circus in hopes for a diversion that could distract her from the embroiling conflict of emotions that was her every moment spent with Chione.
And yet, it followed her here. Coincidence, providence, it really didn't matter how. Anastasia was helpless to the desire she experienced for Chione, and her arm looped about the woman's waist as the other rose to thread her digits into the tresses of her hair. Her nails dug playfully at her scalp, kneading gentle patterns as she placed her lips upon Chione's throat. Her chest pressed just below Chione's, their difference in height made all the more apparent with how she seemed to sink into the thin tarp that protected the tent from the sand beneath it.
"Yes, all alone. Dear Hena is preoccupied with his sister, or his father. Who knows where he could be. It's quite unfair, for him to leave me all alone," she pouted, then flashing a bright smile at Chione before claiming her lips in a kiss, as well.
"And where's Lady Neithotep? I'd think you'd be with her."
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While all of the allure of the circus was a powerful draw, the high that came with seeing performers and spectacle paled in comparison to the visceral draw that Anastasia felt with Chione H'Isazari. The sights weren't relevant, the short greeting with Callidora forgotten. Even the strange snake charming woman with the painted flesh seemed to wither away into nothingness as far as Anastasia was concerned. No, Chione seemed to be on the same page as she was, with no amount of disappointment shown for the refusal to perform.
The interest had waned, and while Anastasia did yearn to see more of the circus and discover the root cause of why it was so talked about... She couldn't resist it when Chione accepted her invitation. She posed her question, and the call of the little girl beckoning for all of the patrons to enter simply seemed far away and forgotten.
"It is! I've heard so much about the Tempest of Set, but they always seemed just a step ahead of me," she answered, the chuckle on her lips. There'd always been a tinge of disappointment for her to find out when they'd left Cairo. She'd always been tempted to follow them along to see what it was all about, but... then Akhenaten entered her life. In the weeks since she'd first met the man, there was more for her to see in Cairo. She'd slept with him, drank with him, indulged in opium with him, [basked in the wonders that was Egyptian life in a way she'd never done before. The circus seemed a far-away thought until it resurfaced.
But, now? She was denied again. The siren call that was Chione's voice, the pull of her arm and gentle guidance... She could do nothing but follow, and then... once they stole away into a tent there was nothing that could be done but allow herself to be lulled into that heated kiss. The flush coursed through her body, heat burning at her cheeks and within her abdomen. In between kisses, she was asked that simple question.
"You truly came alone?"
Ana wanted to bring Akhenaten along, but he seemed otherwise occupied. They'd missed each other, or rather, she'd missed him. She'd sought him out, but in the end, without an alternative and with the intention of arriving on time... she'd come alone to the circus in hopes for a diversion that could distract her from the embroiling conflict of emotions that was her every moment spent with Chione.
And yet, it followed her here. Coincidence, providence, it really didn't matter how. Anastasia was helpless to the desire she experienced for Chione, and her arm looped about the woman's waist as the other rose to thread her digits into the tresses of her hair. Her nails dug playfully at her scalp, kneading gentle patterns as she placed her lips upon Chione's throat. Her chest pressed just below Chione's, their difference in height made all the more apparent with how she seemed to sink into the thin tarp that protected the tent from the sand beneath it.
"Yes, all alone. Dear Hena is preoccupied with his sister, or his father. Who knows where he could be. It's quite unfair, for him to leave me all alone," she pouted, then flashing a bright smile at Chione before claiming her lips in a kiss, as well.
"And where's Lady Neithotep? I'd think you'd be with her."
While all of the allure of the circus was a powerful draw, the high that came with seeing performers and spectacle paled in comparison to the visceral draw that Anastasia felt with Chione H'Isazari. The sights weren't relevant, the short greeting with Callidora forgotten. Even the strange snake charming woman with the painted flesh seemed to wither away into nothingness as far as Anastasia was concerned. No, Chione seemed to be on the same page as she was, with no amount of disappointment shown for the refusal to perform.
The interest had waned, and while Anastasia did yearn to see more of the circus and discover the root cause of why it was so talked about... She couldn't resist it when Chione accepted her invitation. She posed her question, and the call of the little girl beckoning for all of the patrons to enter simply seemed far away and forgotten.
"It is! I've heard so much about the Tempest of Set, but they always seemed just a step ahead of me," she answered, the chuckle on her lips. There'd always been a tinge of disappointment for her to find out when they'd left Cairo. She'd always been tempted to follow them along to see what it was all about, but... then Akhenaten entered her life. In the weeks since she'd first met the man, there was more for her to see in Cairo. She'd slept with him, drank with him, indulged in opium with him, [basked in the wonders that was Egyptian life in a way she'd never done before. The circus seemed a far-away thought until it resurfaced.
But, now? She was denied again. The siren call that was Chione's voice, the pull of her arm and gentle guidance... She could do nothing but follow, and then... once they stole away into a tent there was nothing that could be done but allow herself to be lulled into that heated kiss. The flush coursed through her body, heat burning at her cheeks and within her abdomen. In between kisses, she was asked that simple question.
"You truly came alone?"
Ana wanted to bring Akhenaten along, but he seemed otherwise occupied. They'd missed each other, or rather, she'd missed him. She'd sought him out, but in the end, without an alternative and with the intention of arriving on time... she'd come alone to the circus in hopes for a diversion that could distract her from the embroiling conflict of emotions that was her every moment spent with Chione.
And yet, it followed her here. Coincidence, providence, it really didn't matter how. Anastasia was helpless to the desire she experienced for Chione, and her arm looped about the woman's waist as the other rose to thread her digits into the tresses of her hair. Her nails dug playfully at her scalp, kneading gentle patterns as she placed her lips upon Chione's throat. Her chest pressed just below Chione's, their difference in height made all the more apparent with how she seemed to sink into the thin tarp that protected the tent from the sand beneath it.
"Yes, all alone. Dear Hena is preoccupied with his sister, or his father. Who knows where he could be. It's quite unfair, for him to leave me all alone," she pouted, then flashing a bright smile at Chione before claiming her lips in a kiss, as well.
"And where's Lady Neithotep? I'd think you'd be with her."
So many years, she had resisted and fought that urge that lived within her. Had gone without a woman’s touch. Yet Anastasia had gotten under her skin somehow, and it seemed she would stay there, forever a lure that Chione couldn’t refuse. Just seeing her here of all places was enough to undo nearly all her composure. Had she been a man, Chione would have devoured her without care for who was watching. Yet she knew, were she a man, this fire would not burn so strongly.
The other woman’s arm wrapped around her waist, her other hand weaving into Chione’s hair. Somehow, just that innocent touch was enough to have her moaning with need, even before she felt nails against her scalp and lips against her throat. A shiver ran down her spine even as she clutched the smaller woman tighter to her. Even the gentle pressure of her body made her groan softly. How did she have this effect on her?
Chione laughed at her pouting, trying not to delight too much in her loneliness. “His mistake is my blessing,” she murmured, her lips finding Ana’s temple, one hand snaking up her back to tangle in her hair. “Who could ever choose to leave you alone? Certainly not I...” If Chione had her way, they’d never leave Ana’s bed. It would simply be impossible to tear herself away.
“Preoccupied with her brother,” she answered with a smirk. The playfulness faltered slightly. The siblings had always been close - that was nothing new - but that Nia hadn’t even told her she was coming at all? That stung more than she cared to admit. Luckily, she could drown herself in the sweetest distraction that was Anastasia.
Were they really going to do this?
The way her body was already responding was screaming for relief. A sort that only Ana could provide. Men could still satisfy her, but it simply wasn’t the same she had learned. They could sate her body and the desire that burned within her to be adored. But they couldn’t offer the same heights that Anastasia had taken her to. The sort that made her want to linger and explore. That made words tumble beyond her lips without a second thought.
“What is this spell you’ve cast over me?” she whispered into the Greek woman’s hair. “Why do I crave you so desperately?”
Her lips drifted lower to Ana’s ear, sucking at her ear lobe, nipping with her teeth. The arm wrapped around her back shifted lower, finding hold at the curve of her bottom, kneading the flesh there. One finger slipped through the open weave of her network dress to slide into the cleft of her legs. She wanted to know if Ana was as eager for her touch as Chione was for hers.
“Tell me, what is it you want, Anastasia?”
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So many years, she had resisted and fought that urge that lived within her. Had gone without a woman’s touch. Yet Anastasia had gotten under her skin somehow, and it seemed she would stay there, forever a lure that Chione couldn’t refuse. Just seeing her here of all places was enough to undo nearly all her composure. Had she been a man, Chione would have devoured her without care for who was watching. Yet she knew, were she a man, this fire would not burn so strongly.
The other woman’s arm wrapped around her waist, her other hand weaving into Chione’s hair. Somehow, just that innocent touch was enough to have her moaning with need, even before she felt nails against her scalp and lips against her throat. A shiver ran down her spine even as she clutched the smaller woman tighter to her. Even the gentle pressure of her body made her groan softly. How did she have this effect on her?
Chione laughed at her pouting, trying not to delight too much in her loneliness. “His mistake is my blessing,” she murmured, her lips finding Ana’s temple, one hand snaking up her back to tangle in her hair. “Who could ever choose to leave you alone? Certainly not I...” If Chione had her way, they’d never leave Ana’s bed. It would simply be impossible to tear herself away.
“Preoccupied with her brother,” she answered with a smirk. The playfulness faltered slightly. The siblings had always been close - that was nothing new - but that Nia hadn’t even told her she was coming at all? That stung more than she cared to admit. Luckily, she could drown herself in the sweetest distraction that was Anastasia.
Were they really going to do this?
The way her body was already responding was screaming for relief. A sort that only Ana could provide. Men could still satisfy her, but it simply wasn’t the same she had learned. They could sate her body and the desire that burned within her to be adored. But they couldn’t offer the same heights that Anastasia had taken her to. The sort that made her want to linger and explore. That made words tumble beyond her lips without a second thought.
“What is this spell you’ve cast over me?” she whispered into the Greek woman’s hair. “Why do I crave you so desperately?”
Her lips drifted lower to Ana’s ear, sucking at her ear lobe, nipping with her teeth. The arm wrapped around her back shifted lower, finding hold at the curve of her bottom, kneading the flesh there. One finger slipped through the open weave of her network dress to slide into the cleft of her legs. She wanted to know if Ana was as eager for her touch as Chione was for hers.
“Tell me, what is it you want, Anastasia?”
So many years, she had resisted and fought that urge that lived within her. Had gone without a woman’s touch. Yet Anastasia had gotten under her skin somehow, and it seemed she would stay there, forever a lure that Chione couldn’t refuse. Just seeing her here of all places was enough to undo nearly all her composure. Had she been a man, Chione would have devoured her without care for who was watching. Yet she knew, were she a man, this fire would not burn so strongly.
The other woman’s arm wrapped around her waist, her other hand weaving into Chione’s hair. Somehow, just that innocent touch was enough to have her moaning with need, even before she felt nails against her scalp and lips against her throat. A shiver ran down her spine even as she clutched the smaller woman tighter to her. Even the gentle pressure of her body made her groan softly. How did she have this effect on her?
Chione laughed at her pouting, trying not to delight too much in her loneliness. “His mistake is my blessing,” she murmured, her lips finding Ana’s temple, one hand snaking up her back to tangle in her hair. “Who could ever choose to leave you alone? Certainly not I...” If Chione had her way, they’d never leave Ana’s bed. It would simply be impossible to tear herself away.
“Preoccupied with her brother,” she answered with a smirk. The playfulness faltered slightly. The siblings had always been close - that was nothing new - but that Nia hadn’t even told her she was coming at all? That stung more than she cared to admit. Luckily, she could drown herself in the sweetest distraction that was Anastasia.
Were they really going to do this?
The way her body was already responding was screaming for relief. A sort that only Ana could provide. Men could still satisfy her, but it simply wasn’t the same she had learned. They could sate her body and the desire that burned within her to be adored. But they couldn’t offer the same heights that Anastasia had taken her to. The sort that made her want to linger and explore. That made words tumble beyond her lips without a second thought.
“What is this spell you’ve cast over me?” she whispered into the Greek woman’s hair. “Why do I crave you so desperately?”
Her lips drifted lower to Ana’s ear, sucking at her ear lobe, nipping with her teeth. The arm wrapped around her back shifted lower, finding hold at the curve of her bottom, kneading the flesh there. One finger slipped through the open weave of her network dress to slide into the cleft of her legs. She wanted to know if Ana was as eager for her touch as Chione was for hers.
“Tell me, what is it you want, Anastasia?”
Chione H'Isazari was intoxicating.
Anastasia wondered if her prey ever saw this side of her. The barest touch from the Greek seemed to set her aflame, the delicious moan that betrayed her need escaping her lips from a touch that was rather chaste in practice but hardly so in intent... The moan turned this private liaison and made it real. They truly abandoned the splendors of the cirucs and once they'd entered this tent... there was no coming out of it. At least... not any time soon. Lips traversed the flesh of Chione's throat, her fingers gently tugging on her tressed to expose more of her to the scrutiny of Ana's lips.
She reveled in every sound, then the gentle laughter that escaped Chione's lips served to buff away the conflict that caused her pout. While she'd have loved to have accompanied Akhenaten to the circus... there was no denying the thrill that came with it being Chione, instead. The gentle murmur against her temple, the palm along her scarcely covered back to thread fingers into her hair, as well.... Every touch was a delicious poison, a narcotic fiercer than opium with a powerful addiction that could not be quelled. Their indulgence managed to cease for just long enough for their words to escape them.
So, Nia and Hena were together, then? Figures it would be the sister to wrench Hena away from her, but the trade off was just fine. They could do as they pleased together, what did it mean to Ana to be left alone?! The disappointment was but a flicker, a momentary change of expression before she allowed her full attention to return fully to Chione. The grin caught upon Ana's lips. A spell? A question, one that came so naturally from her lips. She asked, and then... she took. Anastasia felt the delicious shivers course through her as the Egyptian's fingers kneaded against her hips, as her other hand moved to slide between Ana's thighs.
A whimper escaped her lips, her head tipping forward to rest her forehead against Chione's shoulders as her hips shifted just a bit forward, craving the touch of her fingers. Already slick with arousal, Chione would find her answer, and then she'd listen to Ana's assessment. The bard went on the offensive, now, a hand pulling hers from between her thighs. Slowly, she sought to turn Chione around, pressing her lithe form to the Egyptian's back. Fingertips trailed along the Egyptian's abdomen, her chest rubbing up and down her spine. Digits played a gentle path along her stomach, rising to slide her hand between the curve of Chione's breasts, the other joining soon after.
Fingertips kneaded Chione's nipples as lips trailed along the taller woman's shoulders, up about the length of her neck before she whispered in her ear,
"I haven't known you for long, my lady," she began, using the more formal moniker for the effect she desired.
"But I can see you are a lioness, a predator who makes men her meal. Then..."
A low moan poured into her ear, Ana's nipples brought to stiff peaks as she brushed them against Chione's back.
"I found you, and I made you my prey. I think... you're reveling in it. I think... it draws us closer, for you to be vulnerable to me," she assessed. Ana looped around Chione, her fingers dancing along her flesh as she shifted positions, claiming Chione's lips, pressing their breasts together as she added,
"I want you, my lady."
A simple truth. The answer poured so easily from Ana's lips.
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Chione H'Isazari was intoxicating.
Anastasia wondered if her prey ever saw this side of her. The barest touch from the Greek seemed to set her aflame, the delicious moan that betrayed her need escaping her lips from a touch that was rather chaste in practice but hardly so in intent... The moan turned this private liaison and made it real. They truly abandoned the splendors of the cirucs and once they'd entered this tent... there was no coming out of it. At least... not any time soon. Lips traversed the flesh of Chione's throat, her fingers gently tugging on her tressed to expose more of her to the scrutiny of Ana's lips.
She reveled in every sound, then the gentle laughter that escaped Chione's lips served to buff away the conflict that caused her pout. While she'd have loved to have accompanied Akhenaten to the circus... there was no denying the thrill that came with it being Chione, instead. The gentle murmur against her temple, the palm along her scarcely covered back to thread fingers into her hair, as well.... Every touch was a delicious poison, a narcotic fiercer than opium with a powerful addiction that could not be quelled. Their indulgence managed to cease for just long enough for their words to escape them.
So, Nia and Hena were together, then? Figures it would be the sister to wrench Hena away from her, but the trade off was just fine. They could do as they pleased together, what did it mean to Ana to be left alone?! The disappointment was but a flicker, a momentary change of expression before she allowed her full attention to return fully to Chione. The grin caught upon Ana's lips. A spell? A question, one that came so naturally from her lips. She asked, and then... she took. Anastasia felt the delicious shivers course through her as the Egyptian's fingers kneaded against her hips, as her other hand moved to slide between Ana's thighs.
A whimper escaped her lips, her head tipping forward to rest her forehead against Chione's shoulders as her hips shifted just a bit forward, craving the touch of her fingers. Already slick with arousal, Chione would find her answer, and then she'd listen to Ana's assessment. The bard went on the offensive, now, a hand pulling hers from between her thighs. Slowly, she sought to turn Chione around, pressing her lithe form to the Egyptian's back. Fingertips trailed along the Egyptian's abdomen, her chest rubbing up and down her spine. Digits played a gentle path along her stomach, rising to slide her hand between the curve of Chione's breasts, the other joining soon after.
Fingertips kneaded Chione's nipples as lips trailed along the taller woman's shoulders, up about the length of her neck before she whispered in her ear,
"I haven't known you for long, my lady," she began, using the more formal moniker for the effect she desired.
"But I can see you are a lioness, a predator who makes men her meal. Then..."
A low moan poured into her ear, Ana's nipples brought to stiff peaks as she brushed them against Chione's back.
"I found you, and I made you my prey. I think... you're reveling in it. I think... it draws us closer, for you to be vulnerable to me," she assessed. Ana looped around Chione, her fingers dancing along her flesh as she shifted positions, claiming Chione's lips, pressing their breasts together as she added,
"I want you, my lady."
A simple truth. The answer poured so easily from Ana's lips.
Chione H'Isazari was intoxicating.
Anastasia wondered if her prey ever saw this side of her. The barest touch from the Greek seemed to set her aflame, the delicious moan that betrayed her need escaping her lips from a touch that was rather chaste in practice but hardly so in intent... The moan turned this private liaison and made it real. They truly abandoned the splendors of the cirucs and once they'd entered this tent... there was no coming out of it. At least... not any time soon. Lips traversed the flesh of Chione's throat, her fingers gently tugging on her tressed to expose more of her to the scrutiny of Ana's lips.
She reveled in every sound, then the gentle laughter that escaped Chione's lips served to buff away the conflict that caused her pout. While she'd have loved to have accompanied Akhenaten to the circus... there was no denying the thrill that came with it being Chione, instead. The gentle murmur against her temple, the palm along her scarcely covered back to thread fingers into her hair, as well.... Every touch was a delicious poison, a narcotic fiercer than opium with a powerful addiction that could not be quelled. Their indulgence managed to cease for just long enough for their words to escape them.
So, Nia and Hena were together, then? Figures it would be the sister to wrench Hena away from her, but the trade off was just fine. They could do as they pleased together, what did it mean to Ana to be left alone?! The disappointment was but a flicker, a momentary change of expression before she allowed her full attention to return fully to Chione. The grin caught upon Ana's lips. A spell? A question, one that came so naturally from her lips. She asked, and then... she took. Anastasia felt the delicious shivers course through her as the Egyptian's fingers kneaded against her hips, as her other hand moved to slide between Ana's thighs.
A whimper escaped her lips, her head tipping forward to rest her forehead against Chione's shoulders as her hips shifted just a bit forward, craving the touch of her fingers. Already slick with arousal, Chione would find her answer, and then she'd listen to Ana's assessment. The bard went on the offensive, now, a hand pulling hers from between her thighs. Slowly, she sought to turn Chione around, pressing her lithe form to the Egyptian's back. Fingertips trailed along the Egyptian's abdomen, her chest rubbing up and down her spine. Digits played a gentle path along her stomach, rising to slide her hand between the curve of Chione's breasts, the other joining soon after.
Fingertips kneaded Chione's nipples as lips trailed along the taller woman's shoulders, up about the length of her neck before she whispered in her ear,
"I haven't known you for long, my lady," she began, using the more formal moniker for the effect she desired.
"But I can see you are a lioness, a predator who makes men her meal. Then..."
A low moan poured into her ear, Ana's nipples brought to stiff peaks as she brushed them against Chione's back.
"I found you, and I made you my prey. I think... you're reveling in it. I think... it draws us closer, for you to be vulnerable to me," she assessed. Ana looped around Chione, her fingers dancing along her flesh as she shifted positions, claiming Chione's lips, pressing their breasts together as she added,
"I want you, my lady."
A simple truth. The answer poured so easily from Ana's lips.
Chione seemed to melt beneath the Greek woman’s touch. Ana tugged at her hair and she succumbed without so much as a thought, tipping her head back to expose more flesh to her soft lips. There was not one place she didn’t long to feel those lips on her skin. Yet there would be time for that to come. The words between them only fanned her desire higher.
Finally she could resist no longer. She needed to touch her, to know that she wasn’t the only one half mad with lust just from being near the smaller woman. At last she shifted her hand to slip between Ana’s velvet folds, and she was not disappointed in the least. She sighed softly at the feeling of the slick juices that were plentiful there, relieved and delighted all at once. After all, she knew Ana would find her much the same if she dared to find out. The whimper that fell from those gorgeous lips send a shiver down her spine and a fresh flush of need through her body. She was so very response, the way her hips shifted against her hand, clearly wanting more of her touch.
But then the Greek removed her hand. For a moment, Chione could only blink in surprised confusion; a feeling which only increased as Ana turned her around. She was too stunned to question the motion - though she quickly was grateful for that as the other woman’s intent became clear. Fingers trailed over her body and she felt Anastasia’s form press against her back. She couldn’t help but lean against her, loving the feel of her, particularly when so little separated their bare skin.
Another small moan bubbled forth, especially as hands settled at her breasts. Her arousal was already clear through the sheer fabric, and Anastasia showed no mercy as she toyed with the sensitive peaks. She had to bite her lip to hold back louder cries - the necessary secrecy between them nearly forgotten. The soft kisses that pressed to her shoulders and neck had her quivering already, but the whispered words combined with her touch made her weak in the knees.
Her eyes closed in longing, her hips pressing back to Ana’s in desperation. It was unnerving to hear the truth stated so plainly, so sharply. Usually such an assessment would send Chione on the defensive, unwilling to acknowledge anything that left her vulnerable. Yet Ana already held the power to destroy her - and clearly much more power than that. That made those same words as enticing as the poppy’s nectar.
Anastasia moved to face her at last, wasting no time in claiming her lips. Chione met them with a low moan and hands that gripped the smaller woman’s behind firmly, holding her tightly close. The Egyptian’s hips ground against Ana’s, seeking some sort of friction where she desired her lover’s attention most.
‘I want you, my lady.’
Never had she heard sweeter words.
“Then you shall have me,” she murmured against the other’s lips, voice husky with need.
With that, she kissed the other woman with a fresh vigor, the sort of kiss that sought to devour another. She craved her taste, her touch, the sounds of her pleasure. Her hands slid up the lines of the Greek woman’s body, feeling the warmth of her skin between the coolness of the beads and fabric that adorned her, moving up her sides to cup her breasts. Her thumbs traced circles over the already stiff peaks, her fingers tugging and squeezing.
Her lips broke away from the other’s, teeth dragging over Anastasia’s lower lip. She trailed kisses down her jaw and neck, until she reached those gorgeous breasts. She captured one nipple through the open weave of Ana’s dress, nipping and sucking. Her hands were at her waist now with a firm grip. She wanted the other woman to squirm and moan and beg. She wanted to explore every inch of her body with ardent devotion. After a few months, she repeated the same to the other breast before dipping lower, sinking to her knees before the shorter woman.
Her lips moved over her stomach and down a thigh until she could slip beneath the barely there dress, pressing her face to the juncture of her legs, inhaling deeply. Fingers moved over her skin, wrapping around to grasp her hips, tugging her down as her tongue slipped between those velvet folds, dripping with Ana’s arousal, eager for the taste of her once more.
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Chione seemed to melt beneath the Greek woman’s touch. Ana tugged at her hair and she succumbed without so much as a thought, tipping her head back to expose more flesh to her soft lips. There was not one place she didn’t long to feel those lips on her skin. Yet there would be time for that to come. The words between them only fanned her desire higher.
Finally she could resist no longer. She needed to touch her, to know that she wasn’t the only one half mad with lust just from being near the smaller woman. At last she shifted her hand to slip between Ana’s velvet folds, and she was not disappointed in the least. She sighed softly at the feeling of the slick juices that were plentiful there, relieved and delighted all at once. After all, she knew Ana would find her much the same if she dared to find out. The whimper that fell from those gorgeous lips send a shiver down her spine and a fresh flush of need through her body. She was so very response, the way her hips shifted against her hand, clearly wanting more of her touch.
But then the Greek removed her hand. For a moment, Chione could only blink in surprised confusion; a feeling which only increased as Ana turned her around. She was too stunned to question the motion - though she quickly was grateful for that as the other woman’s intent became clear. Fingers trailed over her body and she felt Anastasia’s form press against her back. She couldn’t help but lean against her, loving the feel of her, particularly when so little separated their bare skin.
Another small moan bubbled forth, especially as hands settled at her breasts. Her arousal was already clear through the sheer fabric, and Anastasia showed no mercy as she toyed with the sensitive peaks. She had to bite her lip to hold back louder cries - the necessary secrecy between them nearly forgotten. The soft kisses that pressed to her shoulders and neck had her quivering already, but the whispered words combined with her touch made her weak in the knees.
Her eyes closed in longing, her hips pressing back to Ana’s in desperation. It was unnerving to hear the truth stated so plainly, so sharply. Usually such an assessment would send Chione on the defensive, unwilling to acknowledge anything that left her vulnerable. Yet Ana already held the power to destroy her - and clearly much more power than that. That made those same words as enticing as the poppy’s nectar.
Anastasia moved to face her at last, wasting no time in claiming her lips. Chione met them with a low moan and hands that gripped the smaller woman’s behind firmly, holding her tightly close. The Egyptian’s hips ground against Ana’s, seeking some sort of friction where she desired her lover’s attention most.
‘I want you, my lady.’
Never had she heard sweeter words.
“Then you shall have me,” she murmured against the other’s lips, voice husky with need.
With that, she kissed the other woman with a fresh vigor, the sort of kiss that sought to devour another. She craved her taste, her touch, the sounds of her pleasure. Her hands slid up the lines of the Greek woman’s body, feeling the warmth of her skin between the coolness of the beads and fabric that adorned her, moving up her sides to cup her breasts. Her thumbs traced circles over the already stiff peaks, her fingers tugging and squeezing.
Her lips broke away from the other’s, teeth dragging over Anastasia’s lower lip. She trailed kisses down her jaw and neck, until she reached those gorgeous breasts. She captured one nipple through the open weave of Ana’s dress, nipping and sucking. Her hands were at her waist now with a firm grip. She wanted the other woman to squirm and moan and beg. She wanted to explore every inch of her body with ardent devotion. After a few months, she repeated the same to the other breast before dipping lower, sinking to her knees before the shorter woman.
Her lips moved over her stomach and down a thigh until she could slip beneath the barely there dress, pressing her face to the juncture of her legs, inhaling deeply. Fingers moved over her skin, wrapping around to grasp her hips, tugging her down as her tongue slipped between those velvet folds, dripping with Ana’s arousal, eager for the taste of her once more.
Chione seemed to melt beneath the Greek woman’s touch. Ana tugged at her hair and she succumbed without so much as a thought, tipping her head back to expose more flesh to her soft lips. There was not one place she didn’t long to feel those lips on her skin. Yet there would be time for that to come. The words between them only fanned her desire higher.
Finally she could resist no longer. She needed to touch her, to know that she wasn’t the only one half mad with lust just from being near the smaller woman. At last she shifted her hand to slip between Ana’s velvet folds, and she was not disappointed in the least. She sighed softly at the feeling of the slick juices that were plentiful there, relieved and delighted all at once. After all, she knew Ana would find her much the same if she dared to find out. The whimper that fell from those gorgeous lips send a shiver down her spine and a fresh flush of need through her body. She was so very response, the way her hips shifted against her hand, clearly wanting more of her touch.
But then the Greek removed her hand. For a moment, Chione could only blink in surprised confusion; a feeling which only increased as Ana turned her around. She was too stunned to question the motion - though she quickly was grateful for that as the other woman’s intent became clear. Fingers trailed over her body and she felt Anastasia’s form press against her back. She couldn’t help but lean against her, loving the feel of her, particularly when so little separated their bare skin.
Another small moan bubbled forth, especially as hands settled at her breasts. Her arousal was already clear through the sheer fabric, and Anastasia showed no mercy as she toyed with the sensitive peaks. She had to bite her lip to hold back louder cries - the necessary secrecy between them nearly forgotten. The soft kisses that pressed to her shoulders and neck had her quivering already, but the whispered words combined with her touch made her weak in the knees.
Her eyes closed in longing, her hips pressing back to Ana’s in desperation. It was unnerving to hear the truth stated so plainly, so sharply. Usually such an assessment would send Chione on the defensive, unwilling to acknowledge anything that left her vulnerable. Yet Ana already held the power to destroy her - and clearly much more power than that. That made those same words as enticing as the poppy’s nectar.
Anastasia moved to face her at last, wasting no time in claiming her lips. Chione met them with a low moan and hands that gripped the smaller woman’s behind firmly, holding her tightly close. The Egyptian’s hips ground against Ana’s, seeking some sort of friction where she desired her lover’s attention most.
‘I want you, my lady.’
Never had she heard sweeter words.
“Then you shall have me,” she murmured against the other’s lips, voice husky with need.
With that, she kissed the other woman with a fresh vigor, the sort of kiss that sought to devour another. She craved her taste, her touch, the sounds of her pleasure. Her hands slid up the lines of the Greek woman’s body, feeling the warmth of her skin between the coolness of the beads and fabric that adorned her, moving up her sides to cup her breasts. Her thumbs traced circles over the already stiff peaks, her fingers tugging and squeezing.
Her lips broke away from the other’s, teeth dragging over Anastasia’s lower lip. She trailed kisses down her jaw and neck, until she reached those gorgeous breasts. She captured one nipple through the open weave of Ana’s dress, nipping and sucking. Her hands were at her waist now with a firm grip. She wanted the other woman to squirm and moan and beg. She wanted to explore every inch of her body with ardent devotion. After a few months, she repeated the same to the other breast before dipping lower, sinking to her knees before the shorter woman.
Her lips moved over her stomach and down a thigh until she could slip beneath the barely there dress, pressing her face to the juncture of her legs, inhaling deeply. Fingers moved over her skin, wrapping around to grasp her hips, tugging her down as her tongue slipped between those velvet folds, dripping with Ana’s arousal, eager for the taste of her once more.
There was no helping herself in the presence of Chione.
It was a dangerous and enticing thing, to be so enraptured. She'd felt the strange bloom of love in her time in Egypt, feelings she hadn't quite allowed to breach into her throughout all of her life. But, this was different. The way she felt for Chione was visceral, a deep longing that only waxed. She'd thought of Chione when they were apart, private musing in the middle of the night once she'd had her fill of Akhenaten. More than once already, she'd touched herself to the thought of Chione.
Meeting her again, meeting her here in particular. The electricity was in the air between them and neither wasted time in ensuring that the other knew just how deep that longing went. Anastasia's whimpers of delight and arousal were fresh on her tongue, the moans that drew her into need, to turn the woman around and turn to the offensive... She needed to be in the advantage, if only to level the field and bring the same noises from Chione herself. She touched her, toyed with her body up until she turned her around and lips claimed lips, an ardent demand that followed with a confession of want.
"Then you shall have me."
Chione's response brought a grin to Ana's lips, and while a surge of fear dosed throughout Anastasia at the rather public nature of their rendezvous. It was unintentional, a moment of inspiration wrought by the mere sight of one another. A moment of indulgence unable to be resisted. So, even as the fear welled within Anastasia, she pushed herself into Chione's embrace, up until the woman regained the offensive and her ministrations sought to make her a plaything to the noblewoman's intentions. She wouldn't, couldn't resist as her waist was taken hold by Chione's motions. Anastasia felt those plump lips trail along her jawline and down the length of her throat before capturing her nipple, suckling at the bead of flesh.
The moans grew louder, and the Greek raised her hand, biting into her index finger to muffle the noise. The path of Chione's lips moved further down the length of her body, toying at her stomach and along her thigh with no resistance from Anastasia. She inhaled deeply, the lick of cool air against her flesh before she tugged down and her tongue began its movements along the slick folds of her sex. Anastasia might've drawn blood from her finger if she hadn't switched, covering over her mouth with her palm as the other hand sifted its digits within her hair.
Ana felt her head tip back, the moans drawing louder and louder against her fingertips before she could take it no longer. Merely receiving Chione's ministrations... She couldn't simply play along and yet... addictive pleasure coursed through her body. Ana felt her knees wobble as the digits in the Egyptian's hair tightened just slightly. Little by little, she buckled, pulling Chione's head back only for an elegant motion to slide her beneath the woman kneeling before her. A leg settled on each side of Chione, brought her chest to Chione's and allowed her nails to rake along the length of her spine. She sought to pull her lover closer to her...
"I can't allow you to have all of the fun," she told Chione before a gentle hand sought to push the woman back. He'd guide her, inexorably, towards the ground, showing the Egyptian the sort of flexibility that, perhaps, their previous liaison might not have given credit to. Maybe Anastasia was feeling more showy, in the middle of a circus and in denying Chione the opportunity to see the show, she wanted to give her own. Whatever the motivations, Anastasia pressed her lover into the ground, turning her body in an easy, circular spin. A leg landed on either side of Chione's head, knees just above her shoulders.
Anastasia pulled up at the sheer sheathe that covered over Chione's thighs, bringing it up and as inches of flesh became exposed, her lips met that flesh, paving a path closer and closer to her core. Her tongue traversed the flesh of her pelvis before she began her play, fully intent upon tasting the Egyptian as Anastasia's hands grasped at her thighs.
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There was no helping herself in the presence of Chione.
It was a dangerous and enticing thing, to be so enraptured. She'd felt the strange bloom of love in her time in Egypt, feelings she hadn't quite allowed to breach into her throughout all of her life. But, this was different. The way she felt for Chione was visceral, a deep longing that only waxed. She'd thought of Chione when they were apart, private musing in the middle of the night once she'd had her fill of Akhenaten. More than once already, she'd touched herself to the thought of Chione.
Meeting her again, meeting her here in particular. The electricity was in the air between them and neither wasted time in ensuring that the other knew just how deep that longing went. Anastasia's whimpers of delight and arousal were fresh on her tongue, the moans that drew her into need, to turn the woman around and turn to the offensive... She needed to be in the advantage, if only to level the field and bring the same noises from Chione herself. She touched her, toyed with her body up until she turned her around and lips claimed lips, an ardent demand that followed with a confession of want.
"Then you shall have me."
Chione's response brought a grin to Ana's lips, and while a surge of fear dosed throughout Anastasia at the rather public nature of their rendezvous. It was unintentional, a moment of inspiration wrought by the mere sight of one another. A moment of indulgence unable to be resisted. So, even as the fear welled within Anastasia, she pushed herself into Chione's embrace, up until the woman regained the offensive and her ministrations sought to make her a plaything to the noblewoman's intentions. She wouldn't, couldn't resist as her waist was taken hold by Chione's motions. Anastasia felt those plump lips trail along her jawline and down the length of her throat before capturing her nipple, suckling at the bead of flesh.
The moans grew louder, and the Greek raised her hand, biting into her index finger to muffle the noise. The path of Chione's lips moved further down the length of her body, toying at her stomach and along her thigh with no resistance from Anastasia. She inhaled deeply, the lick of cool air against her flesh before she tugged down and her tongue began its movements along the slick folds of her sex. Anastasia might've drawn blood from her finger if she hadn't switched, covering over her mouth with her palm as the other hand sifted its digits within her hair.
Ana felt her head tip back, the moans drawing louder and louder against her fingertips before she could take it no longer. Merely receiving Chione's ministrations... She couldn't simply play along and yet... addictive pleasure coursed through her body. Ana felt her knees wobble as the digits in the Egyptian's hair tightened just slightly. Little by little, she buckled, pulling Chione's head back only for an elegant motion to slide her beneath the woman kneeling before her. A leg settled on each side of Chione, brought her chest to Chione's and allowed her nails to rake along the length of her spine. She sought to pull her lover closer to her...
"I can't allow you to have all of the fun," she told Chione before a gentle hand sought to push the woman back. He'd guide her, inexorably, towards the ground, showing the Egyptian the sort of flexibility that, perhaps, their previous liaison might not have given credit to. Maybe Anastasia was feeling more showy, in the middle of a circus and in denying Chione the opportunity to see the show, she wanted to give her own. Whatever the motivations, Anastasia pressed her lover into the ground, turning her body in an easy, circular spin. A leg landed on either side of Chione's head, knees just above her shoulders.
Anastasia pulled up at the sheer sheathe that covered over Chione's thighs, bringing it up and as inches of flesh became exposed, her lips met that flesh, paving a path closer and closer to her core. Her tongue traversed the flesh of her pelvis before she began her play, fully intent upon tasting the Egyptian as Anastasia's hands grasped at her thighs.
There was no helping herself in the presence of Chione.
It was a dangerous and enticing thing, to be so enraptured. She'd felt the strange bloom of love in her time in Egypt, feelings she hadn't quite allowed to breach into her throughout all of her life. But, this was different. The way she felt for Chione was visceral, a deep longing that only waxed. She'd thought of Chione when they were apart, private musing in the middle of the night once she'd had her fill of Akhenaten. More than once already, she'd touched herself to the thought of Chione.
Meeting her again, meeting her here in particular. The electricity was in the air between them and neither wasted time in ensuring that the other knew just how deep that longing went. Anastasia's whimpers of delight and arousal were fresh on her tongue, the moans that drew her into need, to turn the woman around and turn to the offensive... She needed to be in the advantage, if only to level the field and bring the same noises from Chione herself. She touched her, toyed with her body up until she turned her around and lips claimed lips, an ardent demand that followed with a confession of want.
"Then you shall have me."
Chione's response brought a grin to Ana's lips, and while a surge of fear dosed throughout Anastasia at the rather public nature of their rendezvous. It was unintentional, a moment of inspiration wrought by the mere sight of one another. A moment of indulgence unable to be resisted. So, even as the fear welled within Anastasia, she pushed herself into Chione's embrace, up until the woman regained the offensive and her ministrations sought to make her a plaything to the noblewoman's intentions. She wouldn't, couldn't resist as her waist was taken hold by Chione's motions. Anastasia felt those plump lips trail along her jawline and down the length of her throat before capturing her nipple, suckling at the bead of flesh.
The moans grew louder, and the Greek raised her hand, biting into her index finger to muffle the noise. The path of Chione's lips moved further down the length of her body, toying at her stomach and along her thigh with no resistance from Anastasia. She inhaled deeply, the lick of cool air against her flesh before she tugged down and her tongue began its movements along the slick folds of her sex. Anastasia might've drawn blood from her finger if she hadn't switched, covering over her mouth with her palm as the other hand sifted its digits within her hair.
Ana felt her head tip back, the moans drawing louder and louder against her fingertips before she could take it no longer. Merely receiving Chione's ministrations... She couldn't simply play along and yet... addictive pleasure coursed through her body. Ana felt her knees wobble as the digits in the Egyptian's hair tightened just slightly. Little by little, she buckled, pulling Chione's head back only for an elegant motion to slide her beneath the woman kneeling before her. A leg settled on each side of Chione, brought her chest to Chione's and allowed her nails to rake along the length of her spine. She sought to pull her lover closer to her...
"I can't allow you to have all of the fun," she told Chione before a gentle hand sought to push the woman back. He'd guide her, inexorably, towards the ground, showing the Egyptian the sort of flexibility that, perhaps, their previous liaison might not have given credit to. Maybe Anastasia was feeling more showy, in the middle of a circus and in denying Chione the opportunity to see the show, she wanted to give her own. Whatever the motivations, Anastasia pressed her lover into the ground, turning her body in an easy, circular spin. A leg landed on either side of Chione's head, knees just above her shoulders.
Anastasia pulled up at the sheer sheathe that covered over Chione's thighs, bringing it up and as inches of flesh became exposed, her lips met that flesh, paving a path closer and closer to her core. Her tongue traversed the flesh of her pelvis before she began her play, fully intent upon tasting the Egyptian as Anastasia's hands grasped at her thighs.
Anastasia had invaded her thoughts in a way no other lover ever had. Usually once she bedded someone, all sense of urgency faded. If she thought of them, it was fondly, and if they repeated their coupling it was a matter of pleasurable convenience. Her obsession only existed as she planned a seduction - never after fulfilling it. Yet with Ana, bedding her had only made her all the more present in Chione’s thoughts. She dreamed of her, thought of her as she sought release in the dark of night.
Just seeing her today had excited the Egyptian. Being near her had demolished years of self control.
Any restraint she might have possessed was long gone by the moment their lips touched, let alone by the time that Ana took control. She had never been one to fully surrender to another, certainly not easily, yet with this Greek woman, the surrender came without question, growing limp and needy in her embrace. And then those words sent a shiver through her that had her all but begging. So there was only one choice.
Chione couldn’t wait any longer. Gone were nearly all thoughts of risk. Some vague memory existed to warn her to be quiet, but the only hurrying she was doing was entirely selfish. She wanted to feel Anastasia’s desire, wanted to take her to those incredible heights of pleasure once more. The moans she drew from the Greek’s lips were intoxicating, even more so as they grew muffled. It was foolish perhaps, indulging so publicly given what was at stake, yet it made her crave it all the more.
She felt the other woman’s hand tangle in her hair, silently encouraging her. Chione pushed forward further, her tongue moving at the woman’s entrance as her nose pressed to the nub of her pleasure. The sweet juices of her arousal was her new favorite flavor it seemed, and she couldn’t get enough, her grip on the woman’s hips firm as she held her close, greedily pleasuring her womanhood. She felt those slender fingers tighten in her hair, resisting stubbornly at first as Ana moved to tug her away. When she pulled back, it was with obvious reluctance. Any complaint faded as the smaller woman slid down her, fingers tracing down her spine to make her shudder.
’I can’t allow you to have all of the fun.’
Chione didn’t resist her any further, eyes growing wide at the display of flexibility the Greek offered, her mouth growing dry. The view that was offered as her lover settled over her didn’t disappoint. She felt Ana pulling at her sheathe and she instinctively lifted her hips, making it easier to manipulate the fabric. Her legs shifted further and further apart as the fabric lifted, leaving the Egyptian trembling in anticipation, a soft whimper lingering at her lips.
She herself was not so patient however. Once again she buried her face in Ana's velvet lips, sucking first at the pearl of her pleasure as her hands gripped her thighs. Her mouth returned to her ministrations, exploring the delights of this new angle and grateful for the fact that it muffled the moans that Ana's own touches brought to her lips. The pleasure that coursed through her only motivating her all the more.
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Anastasia had invaded her thoughts in a way no other lover ever had. Usually once she bedded someone, all sense of urgency faded. If she thought of them, it was fondly, and if they repeated their coupling it was a matter of pleasurable convenience. Her obsession only existed as she planned a seduction - never after fulfilling it. Yet with Ana, bedding her had only made her all the more present in Chione’s thoughts. She dreamed of her, thought of her as she sought release in the dark of night.
Just seeing her today had excited the Egyptian. Being near her had demolished years of self control.
Any restraint she might have possessed was long gone by the moment their lips touched, let alone by the time that Ana took control. She had never been one to fully surrender to another, certainly not easily, yet with this Greek woman, the surrender came without question, growing limp and needy in her embrace. And then those words sent a shiver through her that had her all but begging. So there was only one choice.
Chione couldn’t wait any longer. Gone were nearly all thoughts of risk. Some vague memory existed to warn her to be quiet, but the only hurrying she was doing was entirely selfish. She wanted to feel Anastasia’s desire, wanted to take her to those incredible heights of pleasure once more. The moans she drew from the Greek’s lips were intoxicating, even more so as they grew muffled. It was foolish perhaps, indulging so publicly given what was at stake, yet it made her crave it all the more.
She felt the other woman’s hand tangle in her hair, silently encouraging her. Chione pushed forward further, her tongue moving at the woman’s entrance as her nose pressed to the nub of her pleasure. The sweet juices of her arousal was her new favorite flavor it seemed, and she couldn’t get enough, her grip on the woman’s hips firm as she held her close, greedily pleasuring her womanhood. She felt those slender fingers tighten in her hair, resisting stubbornly at first as Ana moved to tug her away. When she pulled back, it was with obvious reluctance. Any complaint faded as the smaller woman slid down her, fingers tracing down her spine to make her shudder.
’I can’t allow you to have all of the fun.’
Chione didn’t resist her any further, eyes growing wide at the display of flexibility the Greek offered, her mouth growing dry. The view that was offered as her lover settled over her didn’t disappoint. She felt Ana pulling at her sheathe and she instinctively lifted her hips, making it easier to manipulate the fabric. Her legs shifted further and further apart as the fabric lifted, leaving the Egyptian trembling in anticipation, a soft whimper lingering at her lips.
She herself was not so patient however. Once again she buried her face in Ana's velvet lips, sucking first at the pearl of her pleasure as her hands gripped her thighs. Her mouth returned to her ministrations, exploring the delights of this new angle and grateful for the fact that it muffled the moans that Ana's own touches brought to her lips. The pleasure that coursed through her only motivating her all the more.
Anastasia had invaded her thoughts in a way no other lover ever had. Usually once she bedded someone, all sense of urgency faded. If she thought of them, it was fondly, and if they repeated their coupling it was a matter of pleasurable convenience. Her obsession only existed as she planned a seduction - never after fulfilling it. Yet with Ana, bedding her had only made her all the more present in Chione’s thoughts. She dreamed of her, thought of her as she sought release in the dark of night.
Just seeing her today had excited the Egyptian. Being near her had demolished years of self control.
Any restraint she might have possessed was long gone by the moment their lips touched, let alone by the time that Ana took control. She had never been one to fully surrender to another, certainly not easily, yet with this Greek woman, the surrender came without question, growing limp and needy in her embrace. And then those words sent a shiver through her that had her all but begging. So there was only one choice.
Chione couldn’t wait any longer. Gone were nearly all thoughts of risk. Some vague memory existed to warn her to be quiet, but the only hurrying she was doing was entirely selfish. She wanted to feel Anastasia’s desire, wanted to take her to those incredible heights of pleasure once more. The moans she drew from the Greek’s lips were intoxicating, even more so as they grew muffled. It was foolish perhaps, indulging so publicly given what was at stake, yet it made her crave it all the more.
She felt the other woman’s hand tangle in her hair, silently encouraging her. Chione pushed forward further, her tongue moving at the woman’s entrance as her nose pressed to the nub of her pleasure. The sweet juices of her arousal was her new favorite flavor it seemed, and she couldn’t get enough, her grip on the woman’s hips firm as she held her close, greedily pleasuring her womanhood. She felt those slender fingers tighten in her hair, resisting stubbornly at first as Ana moved to tug her away. When she pulled back, it was with obvious reluctance. Any complaint faded as the smaller woman slid down her, fingers tracing down her spine to make her shudder.
’I can’t allow you to have all of the fun.’
Chione didn’t resist her any further, eyes growing wide at the display of flexibility the Greek offered, her mouth growing dry. The view that was offered as her lover settled over her didn’t disappoint. She felt Ana pulling at her sheathe and she instinctively lifted her hips, making it easier to manipulate the fabric. Her legs shifted further and further apart as the fabric lifted, leaving the Egyptian trembling in anticipation, a soft whimper lingering at her lips.
She herself was not so patient however. Once again she buried her face in Ana's velvet lips, sucking first at the pearl of her pleasure as her hands gripped her thighs. Her mouth returned to her ministrations, exploring the delights of this new angle and grateful for the fact that it muffled the moans that Ana's own touches brought to her lips. The pleasure that coursed through her only motivating her all the more.
If there was one thing that Anastasia prided herself in above all else, it was the body with which her Gods gave her. In her childhood, she'd taken an interest in movement, becoming a huntress in the woods of Aetaea. Even in the midst of her oppression at the hands of a husband she had no attachment to, she maintained herself. She stretched her muscles, spun her body in fantastic angles, bent herself in ways that so many could scarcely imagine... While the life of a bard was her calling in Greece, she made a large sum of her livelihood using that body for theft, praising Hermes in her own way.
Now? While the work was no longer necessary, she kept her body fit as a means of entertaining her lover, as a point of pride in the fact that she could continue to live whatever life she chose to live. The power of her body was her freedom, and showing it to Chione in a display of flexibility was but one of the many gifts she'd give to the noblewoman. The next, was decidedly more visceral in nature. The desire steeped within the both of them, surely, was a recipe for disaster. Armageddon danced at the periphery of their vision, closing in on them particularly as their liaison grew so much more daring. But... in the moment, Anastasia couldn't care.
She'd mute her voice. She'd watch the tarp holding the tent closed... She'd pretend that she didn't look at Chione with a glance intent upon ripping off whatever sheer fabric obscured the woman from her. But, in the midst of the sensations she felt, the pleasure anded desire Chione wrought from her... nothing else could be considered. Heavy breath escaped her lips, muffled against Chione's sex as the Egyptian played with her just as she did her. The Greek pressed her hips into the woman's mouth, moans let out with abandon only to be silenced as her lips and tongue sought to derive the very same pleasure from her that she received in turn.
This position... Anastasia had heard of it before, but doing so with a man never appealed to her. She'd never done it at all, and giving that to Chione, even if she'd never know it, was a reverie in it of itself. Her tongue lashed along the bundle of nerves, her fingers trailing along Chione's sides, tickling at her flesh before her nails dug into the her thighs. Firmly enough to leave marks, but not to draw blood, she kissed along the woman's thighs, letting every bit of moisture from the Egyptian's pleasure seep onto her tongue. Anastasia's breasts brushed along Chione's abdomen, her nipples peaked to rigidity as the chill of the evening seeped through the small holes in the tent.
Reveling in the pleasure of it all, Anastasia worked to throw the woman deeper into the ecstasy, deeper into the depraved lust that they shared. Then... she pulled her back from it. She shifted her hips, pulling herself off from Chione's face before she turned her weight onto her hand. With a twist of her body, she found herself suspended by her palms, lifted into a handstand as she offered the woman an upside-down smirk. Turning her body, she'd meet Chione and lay next to her, intent upon pulling at her hips to bring the woman's chest flush against her own. She relished in the moment, heavy breath meeting the flesh of the Egyptian's neck before Ana sought to claim a kiss from the woman. With the taste of the other on their mouths, voraciously she sought after Chione's tongue.
Fingertips danced along the Egyptian's spine as she moaned against her lips, reveling in their proximity before she brought her lips to the woman's ear,
"I need you," she claimed, just as her other hand snaked between Chione's legs. Her fingers toyed with the woman, plunging between velvet lips and toying with the bundle of nerves that contained her pleasure. She'd toy with her for just a moment, bringing her dampened fingers to her lips and sucking the moisture from the pair of them before she said,
"Here... at home... You're an addiction to which there is never satisfaction."
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If there was one thing that Anastasia prided herself in above all else, it was the body with which her Gods gave her. In her childhood, she'd taken an interest in movement, becoming a huntress in the woods of Aetaea. Even in the midst of her oppression at the hands of a husband she had no attachment to, she maintained herself. She stretched her muscles, spun her body in fantastic angles, bent herself in ways that so many could scarcely imagine... While the life of a bard was her calling in Greece, she made a large sum of her livelihood using that body for theft, praising Hermes in her own way.
Now? While the work was no longer necessary, she kept her body fit as a means of entertaining her lover, as a point of pride in the fact that she could continue to live whatever life she chose to live. The power of her body was her freedom, and showing it to Chione in a display of flexibility was but one of the many gifts she'd give to the noblewoman. The next, was decidedly more visceral in nature. The desire steeped within the both of them, surely, was a recipe for disaster. Armageddon danced at the periphery of their vision, closing in on them particularly as their liaison grew so much more daring. But... in the moment, Anastasia couldn't care.
She'd mute her voice. She'd watch the tarp holding the tent closed... She'd pretend that she didn't look at Chione with a glance intent upon ripping off whatever sheer fabric obscured the woman from her. But, in the midst of the sensations she felt, the pleasure anded desire Chione wrought from her... nothing else could be considered. Heavy breath escaped her lips, muffled against Chione's sex as the Egyptian played with her just as she did her. The Greek pressed her hips into the woman's mouth, moans let out with abandon only to be silenced as her lips and tongue sought to derive the very same pleasure from her that she received in turn.
This position... Anastasia had heard of it before, but doing so with a man never appealed to her. She'd never done it at all, and giving that to Chione, even if she'd never know it, was a reverie in it of itself. Her tongue lashed along the bundle of nerves, her fingers trailing along Chione's sides, tickling at her flesh before her nails dug into the her thighs. Firmly enough to leave marks, but not to draw blood, she kissed along the woman's thighs, letting every bit of moisture from the Egyptian's pleasure seep onto her tongue. Anastasia's breasts brushed along Chione's abdomen, her nipples peaked to rigidity as the chill of the evening seeped through the small holes in the tent.
Reveling in the pleasure of it all, Anastasia worked to throw the woman deeper into the ecstasy, deeper into the depraved lust that they shared. Then... she pulled her back from it. She shifted her hips, pulling herself off from Chione's face before she turned her weight onto her hand. With a twist of her body, she found herself suspended by her palms, lifted into a handstand as she offered the woman an upside-down smirk. Turning her body, she'd meet Chione and lay next to her, intent upon pulling at her hips to bring the woman's chest flush against her own. She relished in the moment, heavy breath meeting the flesh of the Egyptian's neck before Ana sought to claim a kiss from the woman. With the taste of the other on their mouths, voraciously she sought after Chione's tongue.
Fingertips danced along the Egyptian's spine as she moaned against her lips, reveling in their proximity before she brought her lips to the woman's ear,
"I need you," she claimed, just as her other hand snaked between Chione's legs. Her fingers toyed with the woman, plunging between velvet lips and toying with the bundle of nerves that contained her pleasure. She'd toy with her for just a moment, bringing her dampened fingers to her lips and sucking the moisture from the pair of them before she said,
"Here... at home... You're an addiction to which there is never satisfaction."
If there was one thing that Anastasia prided herself in above all else, it was the body with which her Gods gave her. In her childhood, she'd taken an interest in movement, becoming a huntress in the woods of Aetaea. Even in the midst of her oppression at the hands of a husband she had no attachment to, she maintained herself. She stretched her muscles, spun her body in fantastic angles, bent herself in ways that so many could scarcely imagine... While the life of a bard was her calling in Greece, she made a large sum of her livelihood using that body for theft, praising Hermes in her own way.
Now? While the work was no longer necessary, she kept her body fit as a means of entertaining her lover, as a point of pride in the fact that she could continue to live whatever life she chose to live. The power of her body was her freedom, and showing it to Chione in a display of flexibility was but one of the many gifts she'd give to the noblewoman. The next, was decidedly more visceral in nature. The desire steeped within the both of them, surely, was a recipe for disaster. Armageddon danced at the periphery of their vision, closing in on them particularly as their liaison grew so much more daring. But... in the moment, Anastasia couldn't care.
She'd mute her voice. She'd watch the tarp holding the tent closed... She'd pretend that she didn't look at Chione with a glance intent upon ripping off whatever sheer fabric obscured the woman from her. But, in the midst of the sensations she felt, the pleasure anded desire Chione wrought from her... nothing else could be considered. Heavy breath escaped her lips, muffled against Chione's sex as the Egyptian played with her just as she did her. The Greek pressed her hips into the woman's mouth, moans let out with abandon only to be silenced as her lips and tongue sought to derive the very same pleasure from her that she received in turn.
This position... Anastasia had heard of it before, but doing so with a man never appealed to her. She'd never done it at all, and giving that to Chione, even if she'd never know it, was a reverie in it of itself. Her tongue lashed along the bundle of nerves, her fingers trailing along Chione's sides, tickling at her flesh before her nails dug into the her thighs. Firmly enough to leave marks, but not to draw blood, she kissed along the woman's thighs, letting every bit of moisture from the Egyptian's pleasure seep onto her tongue. Anastasia's breasts brushed along Chione's abdomen, her nipples peaked to rigidity as the chill of the evening seeped through the small holes in the tent.
Reveling in the pleasure of it all, Anastasia worked to throw the woman deeper into the ecstasy, deeper into the depraved lust that they shared. Then... she pulled her back from it. She shifted her hips, pulling herself off from Chione's face before she turned her weight onto her hand. With a twist of her body, she found herself suspended by her palms, lifted into a handstand as she offered the woman an upside-down smirk. Turning her body, she'd meet Chione and lay next to her, intent upon pulling at her hips to bring the woman's chest flush against her own. She relished in the moment, heavy breath meeting the flesh of the Egyptian's neck before Ana sought to claim a kiss from the woman. With the taste of the other on their mouths, voraciously she sought after Chione's tongue.
Fingertips danced along the Egyptian's spine as she moaned against her lips, reveling in their proximity before she brought her lips to the woman's ear,
"I need you," she claimed, just as her other hand snaked between Chione's legs. Her fingers toyed with the woman, plunging between velvet lips and toying with the bundle of nerves that contained her pleasure. She'd toy with her for just a moment, bringing her dampened fingers to her lips and sucking the moisture from the pair of them before she said,
"Here... at home... You're an addiction to which there is never satisfaction."
There was no denying that Ana’s body was a masterpiece. Chione could spend hours worshipping every curve and angle given the luxury. It seemed that the bard had even more skills yet to share, judging by the impressive display of flexibility she offered now. It was enough to leave the Egyptian wondering just what other surprises the smaller woman had in store for her, and how long it would be before she discovered them.
Because one thing was becoming very clear: she couldn’t stay away from Anastasia.
No matter how much safer that distance kept her, there was something about the enchanting Greek that pulled Chione to her. She had tried to resist, yet this encounter proved more than anything that there was no hope for her - not in the face of such temptation. This was the last place they should be entangling, and yet here they were, hardly a care in the world but for the desire to devour one another. Thoughts of what was safe and practical and wise didn’t exist. Not when Ana stood before her, giving her that look that burned straight through her. The sort of look that left her feeling already bare and exposed before the Greek.
She felt the heavy breaths and muffled moan against her already damp center, and it was all she could do to swallow her own cries. Instead, she buried herself into the woman above her, praying that any sounds that escaped her would be too muffled to be heard. She felt like a starving man who had wandered into a feast. Her own body clenched in eager response to the attention that Ana lavished upon her, legs quivering from the tension of what limited restraint remained. One hand shifted just slightly, tracing a line down from Ana’s thigh, along the curve of her waist, until she felt the swell of breast that was pressed to her own body. Already she felt the hardened pebble of her arousal there, her thumb brushing over it lightly.
Then suddenly Ana’s weight was gone, as was all her softness, all her sweet juices. Chione blinked rapidly as her eyes opened in confusion, only to see the slight woman balanced on her hands, a smirk on her lips. It was a glorious sight really, and it was all that the Egyptian woman could do to stay still rather than leaping forward to embrace and savor every last inch of her. Instead she simply stared, drinking in all of her, making no effort to hide as she licked the taste of Anastasia from her lips, already craving the taste of her again.
As the smaller woman laid beside her, Chione couldn’t suppress the soft longing moan that escaped her lips from the simple press of their bodies, arms already reaching, needing more. Just the feel of the other woman’s breath on her skin was enough to send her reeling. And then her lips claimed Chione’s own... she could swear she had never tasted anything half so sweet or satisfying. Her fingers moved through Ana’s hair, holding her close, tongues tangling with an intensity that exceeded anything the Egyptian had known. How was it that Ana could set her afire like this? She was like the sun, so bright that all else was instantly eclipsed within her shadow.
A moan tore from her open lips that faded into something half groan and half whimper as Ana pulled away from her. Just barely, but far too much. Until her hand slipped between Chione’s legs combined with that tantilizing whisper. “Ana...” she whispered, her leg automatically shifting to hook over Ana’s own hip, giving the woman easier access to her womanhood, desperate for any touch she offered. A moment of pleasure burst through her, another moan forming on her lips only to fall away as Ana’s fingers did. She watched with dark, hooded eyes as the Greek brought those fingers to her lips, sucking them clean. Even so, as she spoke once more, Chione couldn’t restrain herself.
She took the smaller, paler hand in her own, putting those same fingers into her own mouth, sucking and licking as the woman spoke, melting any care for secrecy or restraint. “Take what you need, Ana,” she whispered hoarsely. “I cannot deny you anything.” She bowed her head to press to the juncture of neck and shoulder of the woman next to her, burying her face there, teeth scraping lightly against the skin there. She couldn’t look her in the eyes and admit the all too undeniable truth.
“Please, I’m begging you...”
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There was no denying that Ana’s body was a masterpiece. Chione could spend hours worshipping every curve and angle given the luxury. It seemed that the bard had even more skills yet to share, judging by the impressive display of flexibility she offered now. It was enough to leave the Egyptian wondering just what other surprises the smaller woman had in store for her, and how long it would be before she discovered them.
Because one thing was becoming very clear: she couldn’t stay away from Anastasia.
No matter how much safer that distance kept her, there was something about the enchanting Greek that pulled Chione to her. She had tried to resist, yet this encounter proved more than anything that there was no hope for her - not in the face of such temptation. This was the last place they should be entangling, and yet here they were, hardly a care in the world but for the desire to devour one another. Thoughts of what was safe and practical and wise didn’t exist. Not when Ana stood before her, giving her that look that burned straight through her. The sort of look that left her feeling already bare and exposed before the Greek.
She felt the heavy breaths and muffled moan against her already damp center, and it was all she could do to swallow her own cries. Instead, she buried herself into the woman above her, praying that any sounds that escaped her would be too muffled to be heard. She felt like a starving man who had wandered into a feast. Her own body clenched in eager response to the attention that Ana lavished upon her, legs quivering from the tension of what limited restraint remained. One hand shifted just slightly, tracing a line down from Ana’s thigh, along the curve of her waist, until she felt the swell of breast that was pressed to her own body. Already she felt the hardened pebble of her arousal there, her thumb brushing over it lightly.
Then suddenly Ana’s weight was gone, as was all her softness, all her sweet juices. Chione blinked rapidly as her eyes opened in confusion, only to see the slight woman balanced on her hands, a smirk on her lips. It was a glorious sight really, and it was all that the Egyptian woman could do to stay still rather than leaping forward to embrace and savor every last inch of her. Instead she simply stared, drinking in all of her, making no effort to hide as she licked the taste of Anastasia from her lips, already craving the taste of her again.
As the smaller woman laid beside her, Chione couldn’t suppress the soft longing moan that escaped her lips from the simple press of their bodies, arms already reaching, needing more. Just the feel of the other woman’s breath on her skin was enough to send her reeling. And then her lips claimed Chione’s own... she could swear she had never tasted anything half so sweet or satisfying. Her fingers moved through Ana’s hair, holding her close, tongues tangling with an intensity that exceeded anything the Egyptian had known. How was it that Ana could set her afire like this? She was like the sun, so bright that all else was instantly eclipsed within her shadow.
A moan tore from her open lips that faded into something half groan and half whimper as Ana pulled away from her. Just barely, but far too much. Until her hand slipped between Chione’s legs combined with that tantilizing whisper. “Ana...” she whispered, her leg automatically shifting to hook over Ana’s own hip, giving the woman easier access to her womanhood, desperate for any touch she offered. A moment of pleasure burst through her, another moan forming on her lips only to fall away as Ana’s fingers did. She watched with dark, hooded eyes as the Greek brought those fingers to her lips, sucking them clean. Even so, as she spoke once more, Chione couldn’t restrain herself.
She took the smaller, paler hand in her own, putting those same fingers into her own mouth, sucking and licking as the woman spoke, melting any care for secrecy or restraint. “Take what you need, Ana,” she whispered hoarsely. “I cannot deny you anything.” She bowed her head to press to the juncture of neck and shoulder of the woman next to her, burying her face there, teeth scraping lightly against the skin there. She couldn’t look her in the eyes and admit the all too undeniable truth.
“Please, I’m begging you...”
There was no denying that Ana’s body was a masterpiece. Chione could spend hours worshipping every curve and angle given the luxury. It seemed that the bard had even more skills yet to share, judging by the impressive display of flexibility she offered now. It was enough to leave the Egyptian wondering just what other surprises the smaller woman had in store for her, and how long it would be before she discovered them.
Because one thing was becoming very clear: she couldn’t stay away from Anastasia.
No matter how much safer that distance kept her, there was something about the enchanting Greek that pulled Chione to her. She had tried to resist, yet this encounter proved more than anything that there was no hope for her - not in the face of such temptation. This was the last place they should be entangling, and yet here they were, hardly a care in the world but for the desire to devour one another. Thoughts of what was safe and practical and wise didn’t exist. Not when Ana stood before her, giving her that look that burned straight through her. The sort of look that left her feeling already bare and exposed before the Greek.
She felt the heavy breaths and muffled moan against her already damp center, and it was all she could do to swallow her own cries. Instead, she buried herself into the woman above her, praying that any sounds that escaped her would be too muffled to be heard. She felt like a starving man who had wandered into a feast. Her own body clenched in eager response to the attention that Ana lavished upon her, legs quivering from the tension of what limited restraint remained. One hand shifted just slightly, tracing a line down from Ana’s thigh, along the curve of her waist, until she felt the swell of breast that was pressed to her own body. Already she felt the hardened pebble of her arousal there, her thumb brushing over it lightly.
Then suddenly Ana’s weight was gone, as was all her softness, all her sweet juices. Chione blinked rapidly as her eyes opened in confusion, only to see the slight woman balanced on her hands, a smirk on her lips. It was a glorious sight really, and it was all that the Egyptian woman could do to stay still rather than leaping forward to embrace and savor every last inch of her. Instead she simply stared, drinking in all of her, making no effort to hide as she licked the taste of Anastasia from her lips, already craving the taste of her again.
As the smaller woman laid beside her, Chione couldn’t suppress the soft longing moan that escaped her lips from the simple press of their bodies, arms already reaching, needing more. Just the feel of the other woman’s breath on her skin was enough to send her reeling. And then her lips claimed Chione’s own... she could swear she had never tasted anything half so sweet or satisfying. Her fingers moved through Ana’s hair, holding her close, tongues tangling with an intensity that exceeded anything the Egyptian had known. How was it that Ana could set her afire like this? She was like the sun, so bright that all else was instantly eclipsed within her shadow.
A moan tore from her open lips that faded into something half groan and half whimper as Ana pulled away from her. Just barely, but far too much. Until her hand slipped between Chione’s legs combined with that tantilizing whisper. “Ana...” she whispered, her leg automatically shifting to hook over Ana’s own hip, giving the woman easier access to her womanhood, desperate for any touch she offered. A moment of pleasure burst through her, another moan forming on her lips only to fall away as Ana’s fingers did. She watched with dark, hooded eyes as the Greek brought those fingers to her lips, sucking them clean. Even so, as she spoke once more, Chione couldn’t restrain herself.
She took the smaller, paler hand in her own, putting those same fingers into her own mouth, sucking and licking as the woman spoke, melting any care for secrecy or restraint. “Take what you need, Ana,” she whispered hoarsely. “I cannot deny you anything.” She bowed her head to press to the juncture of neck and shoulder of the woman next to her, burying her face there, teeth scraping lightly against the skin there. She couldn’t look her in the eyes and admit the all too undeniable truth.
“Please, I’m begging you...”
"Ana..."
How was it that someone whispering her false name could be so incredibly intoxicating? It was not such a rare thing that she could hear the desperation in a voice, but... to feel it reflected in herself was something completely new to her. Anastasia reveled in her paramour, in Akhenaten and how she was treated by him. It was all too rare of a thing to find the dance between note dominance and willing submission. With Hena, she'd found a mate who could satisfy her physically as well as make her heart sing in a way she wasn't quite comfortable with, but relented in the midst of it all.
But, Chione? This was fire, consuming and passionate. The desperate need to have her immediately, to ravage her and be ravaged by her. This indulgence was more than intoxicating. In this moment, Chione was the same sort of magic oil that kept a flame burning for ages longer than timber. Fingers threaded into Anastasia's hair, pulling her closer, demanding her proximity and Ana was all-too-eager to comply. When Chione's leg hooked about her hip and created an easier path for Anastasia's fingers to tread, she reveled in it. She plunged her digits within the Egyptian, flicking her wrist in strong, but rhythmic strokes before she licked the moisture from her every finger.
then, Ana spoke, admitting just a shade of the depth of the very dangerous feelings that embroiled the longer she spent in the woman's presence. Watching Chione take Ana's fingers into her own mouth once she'd done it... it was a spectacle to say the least. The pleasure of her tongue and lips suckling on her lithe digits matched with the sort of ill restraint... Ana wanted to continue. To take her again and again in this tent, to forget the world and indulge for hours upon hours like they had the first time. But among them... one of them needed some sort of sense, right?
She needed to end this, to pull them apart and allow them to leave the tent and head back to the world. But...
Fuck that.
The want would win out every single time. When Chione released Ana's fingers and spoke with that hoarse, tested whisper of hers... It released her trepidation. To release themselves from this so soon... it was simply impossible, so was the hold that this dalliance had upon the both of them. A moan escaped Anastasia's lips as she felt teeth and lips scrape against the flesh of her collarbone. Her eyes fell shut as the whimper poured directly into Chione's ear. Her hands raked along the flesh of Chione's back before she cupped the Egyptian's jawline in her hands. She claimed the Egyptian's lips once more, pressed her breasts into Chione's own. The heat from their proximity was almost overbearing, indulgent and consuming.
Anastasia pulled back Chione's head, fingertips entwined in her hair prying her away from the Greek. Ana's own traversed along her throat, her tongue paving a path along her pulse before she pulled away from her entirely. Ana threw the both of them forward, intent on letting Chione meet the tarp on the floor as Anastasia explored the familiar path of her throat, claiming the woman's breast in one hand as her lips claimed the nipple of the other. Quicker and quicker her movements drew her lower, her tongue playing along Chione's abdomen before she met the woman's sex once more.
Anastasia tasted the nectar between Chione's legs, her tongue sliding between silken lips and claiming her sex. Nails grazed along the woman's sides as she sought to pull Chione deeper, to drag her into the chasm they'd thrown themselves into with one another again and again. She did not answer Chione's words with more words. The time to speak was past.
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"Ana..."
How was it that someone whispering her false name could be so incredibly intoxicating? It was not such a rare thing that she could hear the desperation in a voice, but... to feel it reflected in herself was something completely new to her. Anastasia reveled in her paramour, in Akhenaten and how she was treated by him. It was all too rare of a thing to find the dance between note dominance and willing submission. With Hena, she'd found a mate who could satisfy her physically as well as make her heart sing in a way she wasn't quite comfortable with, but relented in the midst of it all.
But, Chione? This was fire, consuming and passionate. The desperate need to have her immediately, to ravage her and be ravaged by her. This indulgence was more than intoxicating. In this moment, Chione was the same sort of magic oil that kept a flame burning for ages longer than timber. Fingers threaded into Anastasia's hair, pulling her closer, demanding her proximity and Ana was all-too-eager to comply. When Chione's leg hooked about her hip and created an easier path for Anastasia's fingers to tread, she reveled in it. She plunged her digits within the Egyptian, flicking her wrist in strong, but rhythmic strokes before she licked the moisture from her every finger.
then, Ana spoke, admitting just a shade of the depth of the very dangerous feelings that embroiled the longer she spent in the woman's presence. Watching Chione take Ana's fingers into her own mouth once she'd done it... it was a spectacle to say the least. The pleasure of her tongue and lips suckling on her lithe digits matched with the sort of ill restraint... Ana wanted to continue. To take her again and again in this tent, to forget the world and indulge for hours upon hours like they had the first time. But among them... one of them needed some sort of sense, right?
She needed to end this, to pull them apart and allow them to leave the tent and head back to the world. But...
Fuck that.
The want would win out every single time. When Chione released Ana's fingers and spoke with that hoarse, tested whisper of hers... It released her trepidation. To release themselves from this so soon... it was simply impossible, so was the hold that this dalliance had upon the both of them. A moan escaped Anastasia's lips as she felt teeth and lips scrape against the flesh of her collarbone. Her eyes fell shut as the whimper poured directly into Chione's ear. Her hands raked along the flesh of Chione's back before she cupped the Egyptian's jawline in her hands. She claimed the Egyptian's lips once more, pressed her breasts into Chione's own. The heat from their proximity was almost overbearing, indulgent and consuming.
Anastasia pulled back Chione's head, fingertips entwined in her hair prying her away from the Greek. Ana's own traversed along her throat, her tongue paving a path along her pulse before she pulled away from her entirely. Ana threw the both of them forward, intent on letting Chione meet the tarp on the floor as Anastasia explored the familiar path of her throat, claiming the woman's breast in one hand as her lips claimed the nipple of the other. Quicker and quicker her movements drew her lower, her tongue playing along Chione's abdomen before she met the woman's sex once more.
Anastasia tasted the nectar between Chione's legs, her tongue sliding between silken lips and claiming her sex. Nails grazed along the woman's sides as she sought to pull Chione deeper, to drag her into the chasm they'd thrown themselves into with one another again and again. She did not answer Chione's words with more words. The time to speak was past.
"Ana..."
How was it that someone whispering her false name could be so incredibly intoxicating? It was not such a rare thing that she could hear the desperation in a voice, but... to feel it reflected in herself was something completely new to her. Anastasia reveled in her paramour, in Akhenaten and how she was treated by him. It was all too rare of a thing to find the dance between note dominance and willing submission. With Hena, she'd found a mate who could satisfy her physically as well as make her heart sing in a way she wasn't quite comfortable with, but relented in the midst of it all.
But, Chione? This was fire, consuming and passionate. The desperate need to have her immediately, to ravage her and be ravaged by her. This indulgence was more than intoxicating. In this moment, Chione was the same sort of magic oil that kept a flame burning for ages longer than timber. Fingers threaded into Anastasia's hair, pulling her closer, demanding her proximity and Ana was all-too-eager to comply. When Chione's leg hooked about her hip and created an easier path for Anastasia's fingers to tread, she reveled in it. She plunged her digits within the Egyptian, flicking her wrist in strong, but rhythmic strokes before she licked the moisture from her every finger.
then, Ana spoke, admitting just a shade of the depth of the very dangerous feelings that embroiled the longer she spent in the woman's presence. Watching Chione take Ana's fingers into her own mouth once she'd done it... it was a spectacle to say the least. The pleasure of her tongue and lips suckling on her lithe digits matched with the sort of ill restraint... Ana wanted to continue. To take her again and again in this tent, to forget the world and indulge for hours upon hours like they had the first time. But among them... one of them needed some sort of sense, right?
She needed to end this, to pull them apart and allow them to leave the tent and head back to the world. But...
Fuck that.
The want would win out every single time. When Chione released Ana's fingers and spoke with that hoarse, tested whisper of hers... It released her trepidation. To release themselves from this so soon... it was simply impossible, so was the hold that this dalliance had upon the both of them. A moan escaped Anastasia's lips as she felt teeth and lips scrape against the flesh of her collarbone. Her eyes fell shut as the whimper poured directly into Chione's ear. Her hands raked along the flesh of Chione's back before she cupped the Egyptian's jawline in her hands. She claimed the Egyptian's lips once more, pressed her breasts into Chione's own. The heat from their proximity was almost overbearing, indulgent and consuming.
Anastasia pulled back Chione's head, fingertips entwined in her hair prying her away from the Greek. Ana's own traversed along her throat, her tongue paving a path along her pulse before she pulled away from her entirely. Ana threw the both of them forward, intent on letting Chione meet the tarp on the floor as Anastasia explored the familiar path of her throat, claiming the woman's breast in one hand as her lips claimed the nipple of the other. Quicker and quicker her movements drew her lower, her tongue playing along Chione's abdomen before she met the woman's sex once more.
Anastasia tasted the nectar between Chione's legs, her tongue sliding between silken lips and claiming her sex. Nails grazed along the woman's sides as she sought to pull Chione deeper, to drag her into the chasm they'd thrown themselves into with one another again and again. She did not answer Chione's words with more words. The time to speak was past.
The sweet moan that she drew from the Greek’s lips with her teeth was enough to make Chione shudder in anticipation. The whimper that followed nearly undid the faint remnant of control she maintained. Fortunately, she had no time to think nor react before Ana’s hands captured her face, claiming her lips once more. Chione surrendered willingly, eagerly, desperate for another taste. It was with reluctance that she let the woman tug her head back. She didn’t even fight to hide her disappointment, a pout and whimper at her lips.
It was almost worth it though as Ana pressed her against the floor, lips and tongue exploring the Egyptian’s throat. Quickly her face moved lower, hand and mouth alike claiming Chione’s breasts. Her back arched against the smaller woman’s attentions. It was in that instant that she knew at her core - she would never be able to get enough of the woman above her. No amount of attention, no amount of touches, of kisses would ever be enough to satisfy her. She would always be left wanting more, no matter how satisfied she felt in a moment, she would always be waiting for the next.
A small gasp parted her lips as Anastasia’s lips moved lower still, down her abdoment, teasing her with proximity to where she wanted her attentions the most. Her lingering nearness was enough to drive the Egyptian mad with want in the mere seconds it took for her tongue to reach her sex. Instantly a sigh slipped out - one of relief and desire and need. Her legs tipped further apart without hesitation, inviting her closer.
Her arm draped over her mouth, unable to stop the low moan in her throat, settling for muffling it instead. Her teeth dug into her own skin, desperate to stay quiet. If she let herself let go, this would be cut short at best. And she couldn’t handle that. She would have to repay Ana eventually, but for more, she was content to allow the other woman to lavish her with affection. The feel of the Greek’s nails raking down the length of her body had her shivering, whimpering with need, all the while her mouth worked wonders against Chione’s center.
She couldn’t understand it, how an act she had experienced so often could feel completely new when shared with her. Every touch carried a different energy, sparked something deep within her... it was truly like nothing she had ever known. She couldn’t stop the way her hips rolled against the woman’s face, nor the way her free hand reached down to move through her dark hair, silently encouraging her, promising her that the pleasure she now gifted would be returned in time.
Her arm shifted up to cover her eyes as her breathing became labored. “Please...” she whimpered uncontrollably. Her body ached for release in a way she couldn’t even describe. As though she would die without it, yet she couldn’t bear to let it end either. She wanted this moment to last forever, a lifetime at least. What could matter more than this ecstasy? She didn’t even know what she was begging for anymore, only that she needed what Ana was giving her more than she needed breath.
Her hand tightened in the Greek’s dark hair. “Please Ana... please...” she whispered, the words barely intelligible.
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The sweet moan that she drew from the Greek’s lips with her teeth was enough to make Chione shudder in anticipation. The whimper that followed nearly undid the faint remnant of control she maintained. Fortunately, she had no time to think nor react before Ana’s hands captured her face, claiming her lips once more. Chione surrendered willingly, eagerly, desperate for another taste. It was with reluctance that she let the woman tug her head back. She didn’t even fight to hide her disappointment, a pout and whimper at her lips.
It was almost worth it though as Ana pressed her against the floor, lips and tongue exploring the Egyptian’s throat. Quickly her face moved lower, hand and mouth alike claiming Chione’s breasts. Her back arched against the smaller woman’s attentions. It was in that instant that she knew at her core - she would never be able to get enough of the woman above her. No amount of attention, no amount of touches, of kisses would ever be enough to satisfy her. She would always be left wanting more, no matter how satisfied she felt in a moment, she would always be waiting for the next.
A small gasp parted her lips as Anastasia’s lips moved lower still, down her abdoment, teasing her with proximity to where she wanted her attentions the most. Her lingering nearness was enough to drive the Egyptian mad with want in the mere seconds it took for her tongue to reach her sex. Instantly a sigh slipped out - one of relief and desire and need. Her legs tipped further apart without hesitation, inviting her closer.
Her arm draped over her mouth, unable to stop the low moan in her throat, settling for muffling it instead. Her teeth dug into her own skin, desperate to stay quiet. If she let herself let go, this would be cut short at best. And she couldn’t handle that. She would have to repay Ana eventually, but for more, she was content to allow the other woman to lavish her with affection. The feel of the Greek’s nails raking down the length of her body had her shivering, whimpering with need, all the while her mouth worked wonders against Chione’s center.
She couldn’t understand it, how an act she had experienced so often could feel completely new when shared with her. Every touch carried a different energy, sparked something deep within her... it was truly like nothing she had ever known. She couldn’t stop the way her hips rolled against the woman’s face, nor the way her free hand reached down to move through her dark hair, silently encouraging her, promising her that the pleasure she now gifted would be returned in time.
Her arm shifted up to cover her eyes as her breathing became labored. “Please...” she whimpered uncontrollably. Her body ached for release in a way she couldn’t even describe. As though she would die without it, yet she couldn’t bear to let it end either. She wanted this moment to last forever, a lifetime at least. What could matter more than this ecstasy? She didn’t even know what she was begging for anymore, only that she needed what Ana was giving her more than she needed breath.
Her hand tightened in the Greek’s dark hair. “Please Ana... please...” she whispered, the words barely intelligible.
The sweet moan that she drew from the Greek’s lips with her teeth was enough to make Chione shudder in anticipation. The whimper that followed nearly undid the faint remnant of control she maintained. Fortunately, she had no time to think nor react before Ana’s hands captured her face, claiming her lips once more. Chione surrendered willingly, eagerly, desperate for another taste. It was with reluctance that she let the woman tug her head back. She didn’t even fight to hide her disappointment, a pout and whimper at her lips.
It was almost worth it though as Ana pressed her against the floor, lips and tongue exploring the Egyptian’s throat. Quickly her face moved lower, hand and mouth alike claiming Chione’s breasts. Her back arched against the smaller woman’s attentions. It was in that instant that she knew at her core - she would never be able to get enough of the woman above her. No amount of attention, no amount of touches, of kisses would ever be enough to satisfy her. She would always be left wanting more, no matter how satisfied she felt in a moment, she would always be waiting for the next.
A small gasp parted her lips as Anastasia’s lips moved lower still, down her abdoment, teasing her with proximity to where she wanted her attentions the most. Her lingering nearness was enough to drive the Egyptian mad with want in the mere seconds it took for her tongue to reach her sex. Instantly a sigh slipped out - one of relief and desire and need. Her legs tipped further apart without hesitation, inviting her closer.
Her arm draped over her mouth, unable to stop the low moan in her throat, settling for muffling it instead. Her teeth dug into her own skin, desperate to stay quiet. If she let herself let go, this would be cut short at best. And she couldn’t handle that. She would have to repay Ana eventually, but for more, she was content to allow the other woman to lavish her with affection. The feel of the Greek’s nails raking down the length of her body had her shivering, whimpering with need, all the while her mouth worked wonders against Chione’s center.
She couldn’t understand it, how an act she had experienced so often could feel completely new when shared with her. Every touch carried a different energy, sparked something deep within her... it was truly like nothing she had ever known. She couldn’t stop the way her hips rolled against the woman’s face, nor the way her free hand reached down to move through her dark hair, silently encouraging her, promising her that the pleasure she now gifted would be returned in time.
Her arm shifted up to cover her eyes as her breathing became labored. “Please...” she whimpered uncontrollably. Her body ached for release in a way she couldn’t even describe. As though she would die without it, yet she couldn’t bear to let it end either. She wanted this moment to last forever, a lifetime at least. What could matter more than this ecstasy? She didn’t even know what she was begging for anymore, only that she needed what Ana was giving her more than she needed breath.
Her hand tightened in the Greek’s dark hair. “Please Ana... please...” she whispered, the words barely intelligible.
Was it greedy indulgence that kept Ana held in place, or was it something else? Ever since the Greek met the Egyptian beneath her, she was spellbound by her presence. Chione held an allure, a magnetism that gripped Anastasia like a vise. Every movement, from the arm that draped itself over her face, covering her mouth to the muffled moan that escaped her lips. It was almost a travesty, to mar any bit of the gorgeous body, but the nails that raked down Chione's back were anything but gentle. Fervent was the power that held her bound to Chione, moving her tongue along the sensitive bud of Chione's pleasure, that had her breaching the folds of her sex. The taste that blossomed on her tongue...
Anastasia nearly stopped her ministrations to lick her own lips, craving that taste. But, there was an Egyptian to keep writhing under her touch.
"Please..."
She did it again, that simple, desperate plea for more. Haze eyes traveled along the breadth of Chione's abdomen, rising to glimpse at the curves of her breasts to the erected nipples that made up their peaks. She couldn't quite see Chione's face from the angle, but she caught her chin, how it was jutted out. Her mouth was almost hanging open, lost in a drift of moans and pleas that could spell out their doom. Anastasia couldn't stop them anymore. She needed to hear them, to revel in every change in posture, every noise that escaped her lips, every shift in pressure when her fingers wound more tightly into Anastasia's hair.
Ana loved the pressure on her scalp, a sort of possession in the motion that sent a delicious chill down her spine that contrasted so salaciously with the heat between the two lovers. The bard had a sudden change of heart. Her hands would no longer rake at her flesh and knead along her abdomen. One arm hooked around her thigh, Ana shifting her shoulders so as he bring Chione's thigh over it. Her nails grazed along the back of her thigh before she took hold of her hip, thin red lines scratching along her skin as the bard's other rose up to accompany the ravishments of her tongue. She sought to toy with that bundle of nerves, dampening her digits with the fluid on her own lips.
The lashing of her tongue turned faster, her eyes falling shut as the right side of her face brushed along the Egyptian's inner thigh. She'd keep going, intent on giving her lover exactly what she was pleading for, that haunting whisper persisting within her mind. As Anastasia felt the woman grow closer, she wanted to see her face. She never ceased her torturous play, replacing her tongue with lithe digits, plunging them within her in a quick, rhythmic pace. The rest of her rose, brushing her chest along Chione's abdomen, lowering her thigh from the raised position to slide between Chione's legs, just enough space between them as to not strain the wrist that snapped back and forth with each ravishment.
"Cum for me, Chione," she breathed against her lover's throat, teeth and tongue teasing at tender flesh up until she met the woman's face. Her own fingers threaded into Chione's hair as her body shifted, resting beside the Egyptian.
Every effort, every intention, grew steeper, her hunger for the Egyptian's pleasure reaching its own apex. She hoped her feelings came across in her ministrations, she hoped that Chione could see it, too.
Ever since that first night they'd shared... nothing was the same. It was an addiction, how she chased after her, wanted more and more... The danger of their dalliance was only equaled by how irresistible her proximity was.
"Cum for me..." she repeated, her posture shifting one final time, her wrist shifting, fingers plunging deeply within the woman's core as her thighs encased one of Chione's, nectar seeping against her skin.
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Was it greedy indulgence that kept Ana held in place, or was it something else? Ever since the Greek met the Egyptian beneath her, she was spellbound by her presence. Chione held an allure, a magnetism that gripped Anastasia like a vise. Every movement, from the arm that draped itself over her face, covering her mouth to the muffled moan that escaped her lips. It was almost a travesty, to mar any bit of the gorgeous body, but the nails that raked down Chione's back were anything but gentle. Fervent was the power that held her bound to Chione, moving her tongue along the sensitive bud of Chione's pleasure, that had her breaching the folds of her sex. The taste that blossomed on her tongue...
Anastasia nearly stopped her ministrations to lick her own lips, craving that taste. But, there was an Egyptian to keep writhing under her touch.
"Please..."
She did it again, that simple, desperate plea for more. Haze eyes traveled along the breadth of Chione's abdomen, rising to glimpse at the curves of her breasts to the erected nipples that made up their peaks. She couldn't quite see Chione's face from the angle, but she caught her chin, how it was jutted out. Her mouth was almost hanging open, lost in a drift of moans and pleas that could spell out their doom. Anastasia couldn't stop them anymore. She needed to hear them, to revel in every change in posture, every noise that escaped her lips, every shift in pressure when her fingers wound more tightly into Anastasia's hair.
Ana loved the pressure on her scalp, a sort of possession in the motion that sent a delicious chill down her spine that contrasted so salaciously with the heat between the two lovers. The bard had a sudden change of heart. Her hands would no longer rake at her flesh and knead along her abdomen. One arm hooked around her thigh, Ana shifting her shoulders so as he bring Chione's thigh over it. Her nails grazed along the back of her thigh before she took hold of her hip, thin red lines scratching along her skin as the bard's other rose up to accompany the ravishments of her tongue. She sought to toy with that bundle of nerves, dampening her digits with the fluid on her own lips.
The lashing of her tongue turned faster, her eyes falling shut as the right side of her face brushed along the Egyptian's inner thigh. She'd keep going, intent on giving her lover exactly what she was pleading for, that haunting whisper persisting within her mind. As Anastasia felt the woman grow closer, she wanted to see her face. She never ceased her torturous play, replacing her tongue with lithe digits, plunging them within her in a quick, rhythmic pace. The rest of her rose, brushing her chest along Chione's abdomen, lowering her thigh from the raised position to slide between Chione's legs, just enough space between them as to not strain the wrist that snapped back and forth with each ravishment.
"Cum for me, Chione," she breathed against her lover's throat, teeth and tongue teasing at tender flesh up until she met the woman's face. Her own fingers threaded into Chione's hair as her body shifted, resting beside the Egyptian.
Every effort, every intention, grew steeper, her hunger for the Egyptian's pleasure reaching its own apex. She hoped her feelings came across in her ministrations, she hoped that Chione could see it, too.
Ever since that first night they'd shared... nothing was the same. It was an addiction, how she chased after her, wanted more and more... The danger of their dalliance was only equaled by how irresistible her proximity was.
"Cum for me..." she repeated, her posture shifting one final time, her wrist shifting, fingers plunging deeply within the woman's core as her thighs encased one of Chione's, nectar seeping against her skin.
Was it greedy indulgence that kept Ana held in place, or was it something else? Ever since the Greek met the Egyptian beneath her, she was spellbound by her presence. Chione held an allure, a magnetism that gripped Anastasia like a vise. Every movement, from the arm that draped itself over her face, covering her mouth to the muffled moan that escaped her lips. It was almost a travesty, to mar any bit of the gorgeous body, but the nails that raked down Chione's back were anything but gentle. Fervent was the power that held her bound to Chione, moving her tongue along the sensitive bud of Chione's pleasure, that had her breaching the folds of her sex. The taste that blossomed on her tongue...
Anastasia nearly stopped her ministrations to lick her own lips, craving that taste. But, there was an Egyptian to keep writhing under her touch.
"Please..."
She did it again, that simple, desperate plea for more. Haze eyes traveled along the breadth of Chione's abdomen, rising to glimpse at the curves of her breasts to the erected nipples that made up their peaks. She couldn't quite see Chione's face from the angle, but she caught her chin, how it was jutted out. Her mouth was almost hanging open, lost in a drift of moans and pleas that could spell out their doom. Anastasia couldn't stop them anymore. She needed to hear them, to revel in every change in posture, every noise that escaped her lips, every shift in pressure when her fingers wound more tightly into Anastasia's hair.
Ana loved the pressure on her scalp, a sort of possession in the motion that sent a delicious chill down her spine that contrasted so salaciously with the heat between the two lovers. The bard had a sudden change of heart. Her hands would no longer rake at her flesh and knead along her abdomen. One arm hooked around her thigh, Ana shifting her shoulders so as he bring Chione's thigh over it. Her nails grazed along the back of her thigh before she took hold of her hip, thin red lines scratching along her skin as the bard's other rose up to accompany the ravishments of her tongue. She sought to toy with that bundle of nerves, dampening her digits with the fluid on her own lips.
The lashing of her tongue turned faster, her eyes falling shut as the right side of her face brushed along the Egyptian's inner thigh. She'd keep going, intent on giving her lover exactly what she was pleading for, that haunting whisper persisting within her mind. As Anastasia felt the woman grow closer, she wanted to see her face. She never ceased her torturous play, replacing her tongue with lithe digits, plunging them within her in a quick, rhythmic pace. The rest of her rose, brushing her chest along Chione's abdomen, lowering her thigh from the raised position to slide between Chione's legs, just enough space between them as to not strain the wrist that snapped back and forth with each ravishment.
"Cum for me, Chione," she breathed against her lover's throat, teeth and tongue teasing at tender flesh up until she met the woman's face. Her own fingers threaded into Chione's hair as her body shifted, resting beside the Egyptian.
Every effort, every intention, grew steeper, her hunger for the Egyptian's pleasure reaching its own apex. She hoped her feelings came across in her ministrations, she hoped that Chione could see it, too.
Ever since that first night they'd shared... nothing was the same. It was an addiction, how she chased after her, wanted more and more... The danger of their dalliance was only equaled by how irresistible her proximity was.
"Cum for me..." she repeated, her posture shifting one final time, her wrist shifting, fingers plunging deeply within the woman's core as her thighs encased one of Chione's, nectar seeping against her skin.
For a moment, Chione could only whimper at the reduction of sensation as Ana respositioned. Any disappointment quickly faded with a gasp as she felt fingers not just digging into the flesh at her hip, but accompanying her mouth upon Chione’s sex as well. Her eyes shut tightly, lips pressed together in a desperate attempt to not cry out. Her hips lifted with a new desperation, overwhelmed and yet needier than before.
How did this woman manage to possess not only her body but her spirit so thoroughly? Chione had had many lovers in her lifetime, and yet none had ever been given more of her than whatever fleeting moments they shared. Yet Ana... it was different with her. Perhaps it was merely the taboo nature of it all... that was what she told herself at least, but deep down, she knew it was more.
Fortunately when the Greek toyed with her body so expertly, it was easy to avoid such thoughts. Her head tipped back further, back arching as she felt Ana’s fingers replace her tongue within her, reaching deeper still. She could feel Ana shifting, but couldn’t force her eyes open. Her hand fell away to her side, clutching at the tarp beneath them, desperate to hold on to something, anything. Her hips were moving at a frenzied pace against the Greek’s hand.
The sound of her name in the other woman’s sultry voice paired with such a command nearly undid her then and there. She was writhing for her, silently begging for everything and more. Somehow she could feel it. The warmth that Ana seemed to pour into her. Not just the physical warmth between them, but a level of adoration and affection that eclipsed anything she had ever known before. Her body responded eagerly, back arching, tension growing in her core and her limbs. Finally as she felt the smaller woman’s center pressed to her own thigh, that repeated command... everything fell into place. Her body went rigid as her inner walls began to clench and spasm around the Greek’s fingers, a rush of her own nectar rushing forth in the process.
Yet her body didn’t cease its efforts, hips bucking against Ana’s hand, her own hand reaching down to grip her wrist, holding it steady, desperately afraid she would pull away too soon. No, she wanted to relish every last morsel of pleasure she could wring from her lover’s touch. To let it end even a second prematurely was a crime she could not withstand. Her free hand grasped at her own breast, pinching and squeezing to intensify the heights of her pleasure even further.
“Don’t stop,” she whimpered, begging with a strained whisper. Her thighs clamped tightly around the lithe woman’s wrist, hips bucking sporadically still as the pleasure became almost too much to bear, yet far too delicious to end. How badly she wanted to scream her lover’s name. Her mouth parted in a silent scream instead, tension rippling through her body as she writhed still tightly in the throes of ecstasy.
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For a moment, Chione could only whimper at the reduction of sensation as Ana respositioned. Any disappointment quickly faded with a gasp as she felt fingers not just digging into the flesh at her hip, but accompanying her mouth upon Chione’s sex as well. Her eyes shut tightly, lips pressed together in a desperate attempt to not cry out. Her hips lifted with a new desperation, overwhelmed and yet needier than before.
How did this woman manage to possess not only her body but her spirit so thoroughly? Chione had had many lovers in her lifetime, and yet none had ever been given more of her than whatever fleeting moments they shared. Yet Ana... it was different with her. Perhaps it was merely the taboo nature of it all... that was what she told herself at least, but deep down, she knew it was more.
Fortunately when the Greek toyed with her body so expertly, it was easy to avoid such thoughts. Her head tipped back further, back arching as she felt Ana’s fingers replace her tongue within her, reaching deeper still. She could feel Ana shifting, but couldn’t force her eyes open. Her hand fell away to her side, clutching at the tarp beneath them, desperate to hold on to something, anything. Her hips were moving at a frenzied pace against the Greek’s hand.
The sound of her name in the other woman’s sultry voice paired with such a command nearly undid her then and there. She was writhing for her, silently begging for everything and more. Somehow she could feel it. The warmth that Ana seemed to pour into her. Not just the physical warmth between them, but a level of adoration and affection that eclipsed anything she had ever known before. Her body responded eagerly, back arching, tension growing in her core and her limbs. Finally as she felt the smaller woman’s center pressed to her own thigh, that repeated command... everything fell into place. Her body went rigid as her inner walls began to clench and spasm around the Greek’s fingers, a rush of her own nectar rushing forth in the process.
Yet her body didn’t cease its efforts, hips bucking against Ana’s hand, her own hand reaching down to grip her wrist, holding it steady, desperately afraid she would pull away too soon. No, she wanted to relish every last morsel of pleasure she could wring from her lover’s touch. To let it end even a second prematurely was a crime she could not withstand. Her free hand grasped at her own breast, pinching and squeezing to intensify the heights of her pleasure even further.
“Don’t stop,” she whimpered, begging with a strained whisper. Her thighs clamped tightly around the lithe woman’s wrist, hips bucking sporadically still as the pleasure became almost too much to bear, yet far too delicious to end. How badly she wanted to scream her lover’s name. Her mouth parted in a silent scream instead, tension rippling through her body as she writhed still tightly in the throes of ecstasy.
For a moment, Chione could only whimper at the reduction of sensation as Ana respositioned. Any disappointment quickly faded with a gasp as she felt fingers not just digging into the flesh at her hip, but accompanying her mouth upon Chione’s sex as well. Her eyes shut tightly, lips pressed together in a desperate attempt to not cry out. Her hips lifted with a new desperation, overwhelmed and yet needier than before.
How did this woman manage to possess not only her body but her spirit so thoroughly? Chione had had many lovers in her lifetime, and yet none had ever been given more of her than whatever fleeting moments they shared. Yet Ana... it was different with her. Perhaps it was merely the taboo nature of it all... that was what she told herself at least, but deep down, she knew it was more.
Fortunately when the Greek toyed with her body so expertly, it was easy to avoid such thoughts. Her head tipped back further, back arching as she felt Ana’s fingers replace her tongue within her, reaching deeper still. She could feel Ana shifting, but couldn’t force her eyes open. Her hand fell away to her side, clutching at the tarp beneath them, desperate to hold on to something, anything. Her hips were moving at a frenzied pace against the Greek’s hand.
The sound of her name in the other woman’s sultry voice paired with such a command nearly undid her then and there. She was writhing for her, silently begging for everything and more. Somehow she could feel it. The warmth that Ana seemed to pour into her. Not just the physical warmth between them, but a level of adoration and affection that eclipsed anything she had ever known before. Her body responded eagerly, back arching, tension growing in her core and her limbs. Finally as she felt the smaller woman’s center pressed to her own thigh, that repeated command... everything fell into place. Her body went rigid as her inner walls began to clench and spasm around the Greek’s fingers, a rush of her own nectar rushing forth in the process.
Yet her body didn’t cease its efforts, hips bucking against Ana’s hand, her own hand reaching down to grip her wrist, holding it steady, desperately afraid she would pull away too soon. No, she wanted to relish every last morsel of pleasure she could wring from her lover’s touch. To let it end even a second prematurely was a crime she could not withstand. Her free hand grasped at her own breast, pinching and squeezing to intensify the heights of her pleasure even further.
“Don’t stop,” she whimpered, begging with a strained whisper. Her thighs clamped tightly around the lithe woman’s wrist, hips bucking sporadically still as the pleasure became almost too much to bear, yet far too delicious to end. How badly she wanted to scream her lover’s name. Her mouth parted in a silent scream instead, tension rippling through her body as she writhed still tightly in the throes of ecstasy.
Anastasia knew this couldn't go on the way it was. So reckless and yet... the danger was irrelevant to her. Those moans that reverberated against the tent tarp, the way her hips pushed against her tongue and later on, her fingers... The way that Chione allowed herself to throw herself into the fire of pleasure and be consumed by it. Truly, she never again thought she'd have a liaison with a woman after the priestess of Hathor.
But, Chione was a different breed altogether. Their pleasure together knew no physical restrictions, what little caution was thrown to the winds and the world seemed their oyster. Or at the very least, the tent they were in. That was the limit of her world, for nothing that was outside of it mattered just yet. There was nothing to indicate the mass exodus that would leave the circus tent at once, so Anastasia's ministrations continued, particularly when the Egyptian demanded her to continue with that beseeching whimper.
Chione's thighs clamped at Anastasia's wrist, keeping the fingers that worked into the Egyptian's core in place, and certainly, Ana had no intention of stopping. Her thumb and digits worked their magic, sliding against the rose bud that contained her pleasure, sifting between folds with the slick of her nectar. Chione coiled around her with that tense release, nectar seeping against her hand and along her fingertips. Anastasia leaned forward, only sliding her fingers out of Chione once she was positive every last convulsion, every movement of her body, had surrendered to the afterglow.
Anastasia was enraptured, seeing the pleasure-warped features of the exquisite Chione H'Isazari, she watched and met the Egyptian's gaze as she lifted her hand upward to draw her tongue along the tips of her fingers, tracing them until all of the woman's nectar was swallowed down. She moaned at the Egyptian's taste on her tongue, relishing in it until that smouldering gaze met Chione once again. There was no intention to stop. She'd cum for Ana, but so had the bard. They matched in their efforts and surely, the nymph and her Egyptian intended to wage this war for control over the other's pleasure.
Neither could be one up on the other. Except that Anastasia craved it, she needed it. To laud this woman in ecstasy, to catch her up on the lost time of this decadent indulgence. For deep within her heart, she knew what it was to revel with women. She'd understood for nearly a decade, and for Chione it was so very new. To lavish in a woman, an illegal, immoral thing in Egypt... Anastasia pitied Chione for looking and never having the courage to take the leap.
But, she did not blame her. And, she would not deny her. Fully intent of making every use of the woman's recent climax to keep her pinned and under her thrall, Anastasia shifted her weight to trail her lips along the sensitive buds of Chione's nipples, intent on capturing them until...
She heard it. The sounds of the show, muffled behind two tarps, were growing louder, the unmistakable sound of colliding hands in a chorus of dozens, if not hundreds. The circus had completed its last act, or whatever it was they did in that tent, and it was imminent that the crowds would exit. Would this tent be needed?
"I'm sorry, lovely..." Ana breathed against Chione's abdomen, pressing light kisses on the flesh there before she claimed a chaste kiss from Chione's lips. She pulled away, in an effort to bring the beaded dress back over her body.
"We can continue this later," she promised, woefully unaware of what was to follow.
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Anastasia knew this couldn't go on the way it was. So reckless and yet... the danger was irrelevant to her. Those moans that reverberated against the tent tarp, the way her hips pushed against her tongue and later on, her fingers... The way that Chione allowed herself to throw herself into the fire of pleasure and be consumed by it. Truly, she never again thought she'd have a liaison with a woman after the priestess of Hathor.
But, Chione was a different breed altogether. Their pleasure together knew no physical restrictions, what little caution was thrown to the winds and the world seemed their oyster. Or at the very least, the tent they were in. That was the limit of her world, for nothing that was outside of it mattered just yet. There was nothing to indicate the mass exodus that would leave the circus tent at once, so Anastasia's ministrations continued, particularly when the Egyptian demanded her to continue with that beseeching whimper.
Chione's thighs clamped at Anastasia's wrist, keeping the fingers that worked into the Egyptian's core in place, and certainly, Ana had no intention of stopping. Her thumb and digits worked their magic, sliding against the rose bud that contained her pleasure, sifting between folds with the slick of her nectar. Chione coiled around her with that tense release, nectar seeping against her hand and along her fingertips. Anastasia leaned forward, only sliding her fingers out of Chione once she was positive every last convulsion, every movement of her body, had surrendered to the afterglow.
Anastasia was enraptured, seeing the pleasure-warped features of the exquisite Chione H'Isazari, she watched and met the Egyptian's gaze as she lifted her hand upward to draw her tongue along the tips of her fingers, tracing them until all of the woman's nectar was swallowed down. She moaned at the Egyptian's taste on her tongue, relishing in it until that smouldering gaze met Chione once again. There was no intention to stop. She'd cum for Ana, but so had the bard. They matched in their efforts and surely, the nymph and her Egyptian intended to wage this war for control over the other's pleasure.
Neither could be one up on the other. Except that Anastasia craved it, she needed it. To laud this woman in ecstasy, to catch her up on the lost time of this decadent indulgence. For deep within her heart, she knew what it was to revel with women. She'd understood for nearly a decade, and for Chione it was so very new. To lavish in a woman, an illegal, immoral thing in Egypt... Anastasia pitied Chione for looking and never having the courage to take the leap.
But, she did not blame her. And, she would not deny her. Fully intent of making every use of the woman's recent climax to keep her pinned and under her thrall, Anastasia shifted her weight to trail her lips along the sensitive buds of Chione's nipples, intent on capturing them until...
She heard it. The sounds of the show, muffled behind two tarps, were growing louder, the unmistakable sound of colliding hands in a chorus of dozens, if not hundreds. The circus had completed its last act, or whatever it was they did in that tent, and it was imminent that the crowds would exit. Would this tent be needed?
"I'm sorry, lovely..." Ana breathed against Chione's abdomen, pressing light kisses on the flesh there before she claimed a chaste kiss from Chione's lips. She pulled away, in an effort to bring the beaded dress back over her body.
"We can continue this later," she promised, woefully unaware of what was to follow.
Anastasia knew this couldn't go on the way it was. So reckless and yet... the danger was irrelevant to her. Those moans that reverberated against the tent tarp, the way her hips pushed against her tongue and later on, her fingers... The way that Chione allowed herself to throw herself into the fire of pleasure and be consumed by it. Truly, she never again thought she'd have a liaison with a woman after the priestess of Hathor.
But, Chione was a different breed altogether. Their pleasure together knew no physical restrictions, what little caution was thrown to the winds and the world seemed their oyster. Or at the very least, the tent they were in. That was the limit of her world, for nothing that was outside of it mattered just yet. There was nothing to indicate the mass exodus that would leave the circus tent at once, so Anastasia's ministrations continued, particularly when the Egyptian demanded her to continue with that beseeching whimper.
Chione's thighs clamped at Anastasia's wrist, keeping the fingers that worked into the Egyptian's core in place, and certainly, Ana had no intention of stopping. Her thumb and digits worked their magic, sliding against the rose bud that contained her pleasure, sifting between folds with the slick of her nectar. Chione coiled around her with that tense release, nectar seeping against her hand and along her fingertips. Anastasia leaned forward, only sliding her fingers out of Chione once she was positive every last convulsion, every movement of her body, had surrendered to the afterglow.
Anastasia was enraptured, seeing the pleasure-warped features of the exquisite Chione H'Isazari, she watched and met the Egyptian's gaze as she lifted her hand upward to draw her tongue along the tips of her fingers, tracing them until all of the woman's nectar was swallowed down. She moaned at the Egyptian's taste on her tongue, relishing in it until that smouldering gaze met Chione once again. There was no intention to stop. She'd cum for Ana, but so had the bard. They matched in their efforts and surely, the nymph and her Egyptian intended to wage this war for control over the other's pleasure.
Neither could be one up on the other. Except that Anastasia craved it, she needed it. To laud this woman in ecstasy, to catch her up on the lost time of this decadent indulgence. For deep within her heart, she knew what it was to revel with women. She'd understood for nearly a decade, and for Chione it was so very new. To lavish in a woman, an illegal, immoral thing in Egypt... Anastasia pitied Chione for looking and never having the courage to take the leap.
But, she did not blame her. And, she would not deny her. Fully intent of making every use of the woman's recent climax to keep her pinned and under her thrall, Anastasia shifted her weight to trail her lips along the sensitive buds of Chione's nipples, intent on capturing them until...
She heard it. The sounds of the show, muffled behind two tarps, were growing louder, the unmistakable sound of colliding hands in a chorus of dozens, if not hundreds. The circus had completed its last act, or whatever it was they did in that tent, and it was imminent that the crowds would exit. Would this tent be needed?
"I'm sorry, lovely..." Ana breathed against Chione's abdomen, pressing light kisses on the flesh there before she claimed a chaste kiss from Chione's lips. She pulled away, in an effort to bring the beaded dress back over her body.
"We can continue this later," she promised, woefully unaware of what was to follow.
Chione couldn’t begin to guess just how long the lithe Greek was able to draw out her climax. It seemed endless as if it was both a single instant and an eternity all at once. She drew every last drop of pleasure she could from the Egyptian noble, withdrawing only when her body was finally limp with complete exhaustion and sated beyond anything she had felt before. Still, there was some part of her that craved more still. The part of her that wanted to damn the secrecy their activities required. The part that demanded the freedom to scream her lover’s name until she knew nothing else.
It was only with extreme effort that she managed to open her eyes to glance up at Anastasia then, heavy-lidded with satisfaction as she was. It was worth it though to watch the way she cleaned the taste of Chione off her fingers, the way it made her moan... It made the Isazari woman want to ravish the bard all over again, as if her body were even capable of such exertions at the moment.
All such thoughts were quickly banished though as Ana shifted, her lips moving over the sensitive peaks of her breasts. Chione’s head tipped back in a soft sigh, already eager to surround to that sweet mouth once more. The vague muffled sounds of the world beyond this tent that shielded them meant nothing to her. But then came that soft apology and Chione knew the time had come.
Not that that stopped her from groaning with reluctance as Ana kissed her lips and then dared to pull away. She lifted herself just to reach for the smaller woman, tugging her close again. She claimed her lips, in a kiss far more daring than the chaste press of lips the bard had offered. No, this was a deep kiss, filled with equal parts desire and tenderness, as her fingers held the Greek’s face. “Oh, this is far from over,” she agreed, a heated promise in her words as she released her lover.
No, sated though her body may be for the moment, Chione hadn’t yet had her fill of the petite foreigner. If such a thing was even possible, which she was beginning to doubt. Later couldn’t come soon enough for the Egyptian. Fate however, had different plans in store. After all, how could she know everything that would unravel as soon as they emerged into the world once more? Everything she thought she knew to be true was about to crumble before her very eyes.
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Chione couldn’t begin to guess just how long the lithe Greek was able to draw out her climax. It seemed endless as if it was both a single instant and an eternity all at once. She drew every last drop of pleasure she could from the Egyptian noble, withdrawing only when her body was finally limp with complete exhaustion and sated beyond anything she had felt before. Still, there was some part of her that craved more still. The part of her that wanted to damn the secrecy their activities required. The part that demanded the freedom to scream her lover’s name until she knew nothing else.
It was only with extreme effort that she managed to open her eyes to glance up at Anastasia then, heavy-lidded with satisfaction as she was. It was worth it though to watch the way she cleaned the taste of Chione off her fingers, the way it made her moan... It made the Isazari woman want to ravish the bard all over again, as if her body were even capable of such exertions at the moment.
All such thoughts were quickly banished though as Ana shifted, her lips moving over the sensitive peaks of her breasts. Chione’s head tipped back in a soft sigh, already eager to surround to that sweet mouth once more. The vague muffled sounds of the world beyond this tent that shielded them meant nothing to her. But then came that soft apology and Chione knew the time had come.
Not that that stopped her from groaning with reluctance as Ana kissed her lips and then dared to pull away. She lifted herself just to reach for the smaller woman, tugging her close again. She claimed her lips, in a kiss far more daring than the chaste press of lips the bard had offered. No, this was a deep kiss, filled with equal parts desire and tenderness, as her fingers held the Greek’s face. “Oh, this is far from over,” she agreed, a heated promise in her words as she released her lover.
No, sated though her body may be for the moment, Chione hadn’t yet had her fill of the petite foreigner. If such a thing was even possible, which she was beginning to doubt. Later couldn’t come soon enough for the Egyptian. Fate however, had different plans in store. After all, how could she know everything that would unravel as soon as they emerged into the world once more? Everything she thought she knew to be true was about to crumble before her very eyes.
Chione couldn’t begin to guess just how long the lithe Greek was able to draw out her climax. It seemed endless as if it was both a single instant and an eternity all at once. She drew every last drop of pleasure she could from the Egyptian noble, withdrawing only when her body was finally limp with complete exhaustion and sated beyond anything she had felt before. Still, there was some part of her that craved more still. The part of her that wanted to damn the secrecy their activities required. The part that demanded the freedom to scream her lover’s name until she knew nothing else.
It was only with extreme effort that she managed to open her eyes to glance up at Anastasia then, heavy-lidded with satisfaction as she was. It was worth it though to watch the way she cleaned the taste of Chione off her fingers, the way it made her moan... It made the Isazari woman want to ravish the bard all over again, as if her body were even capable of such exertions at the moment.
All such thoughts were quickly banished though as Ana shifted, her lips moving over the sensitive peaks of her breasts. Chione’s head tipped back in a soft sigh, already eager to surround to that sweet mouth once more. The vague muffled sounds of the world beyond this tent that shielded them meant nothing to her. But then came that soft apology and Chione knew the time had come.
Not that that stopped her from groaning with reluctance as Ana kissed her lips and then dared to pull away. She lifted herself just to reach for the smaller woman, tugging her close again. She claimed her lips, in a kiss far more daring than the chaste press of lips the bard had offered. No, this was a deep kiss, filled with equal parts desire and tenderness, as her fingers held the Greek’s face. “Oh, this is far from over,” she agreed, a heated promise in her words as she released her lover.
No, sated though her body may be for the moment, Chione hadn’t yet had her fill of the petite foreigner. If such a thing was even possible, which she was beginning to doubt. Later couldn’t come soon enough for the Egyptian. Fate however, had different plans in store. After all, how could she know everything that would unravel as soon as they emerged into the world once more? Everything she thought she knew to be true was about to crumble before her very eyes.
