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“Waiter!” Vera called quietly, placing a red hand just above the passing servant’s elbow. “What, um, I-I’d like your opinion,” she stuttered, cursing herself internally for her nervousness. He was just a simulacrum, incapable of judging her for the embarrassing question she planned to ask.
“Yes, ma’am, of course,” he said in a smooth baritone. Serin’s conjured servants always seemed to have the same manner of speaking – their deliberate intonations were almost melodic. Something about the timbre of this phrase sounded familiar to Vera, though she couldn’t quite place it.
“What drink would you think is most associated with, well, lesbians?” Vera felt ridiculous as the words left her mouth, the hue of her cheeks growing a shade brighter.
The servant looked at her a moment as though thinking, though his green eyes remained sparkless. “I’m afraid I lack the experience to speak confidently on the matter. Perhaps a whiskey?”
Whiskey. Vera thought back to her college days, to her evenings in the Prestidigitat-Inn. She had seen female couples there together – were they drinking hard liquors? It seemed plausible enough. “Sure, that sounds right,” she said with a shrug. “I’ll have one, and uh,” she allowed her eyes to dart across the torchlit room to Sarah, sitting amongst her raucous shipmates. She gesticulated with a half-eaten roll in one of her hands between bites, but there did not appear to be a drink by her. Well, not an upright drink anyway – Vera could tell even at this distance that the table was surely sticky with at least a few spilled ales. “Make that two, actually.” It only occurred to Vera after the man had scurried away that she had never sampled whiskey before and, knowing her tastes, she was unlikely to find it palatable. Still, she couldn’t stop a smile from tugging at the corners of her mouth – it really was going to be an evening of firsts.
Sarah noticed the Tiefling approaching out of the corner of her eye, moving across the wooden floor with purpose. With even a fleeting glance, though, it was obvious that her confidence was a façade. Sarah smiled at her conversational partner and shot a glance at Vera, their eyes briefly catching. Rannis, her old friend, knew the situation at once; his small eyes wrinkled up in a smile as he redirected his story towards the rest of the crew, allowing Sarah to edge slightly away. Though he was a simple sailor, Rannis knew before anyone where the friction between Sarah and this snooty passenger would lead. There was something in the devil-girl’s face, he remembered, from the first moment she spotted his sea-savvy Human crewmate – something electric in her eyes every time the two sparred, something that kept her finding excuses to be nearby, even if she made a fool of herself. There was something in Sarah, too; he could tell that her demeanor shifted whenever Vera was around, that she moved just that much faster and hauled just that much harder whenever she was looking, always making sure her sleeves were rolled up over her toned arms. Yep, he saw this moment coming the day Vera falteringly stepped aboard with her mysterious cohort on some grand mission. He would be sure to duly tease his friend about it later.
Vera took a seat at the wooden bench next to Sarah, placing both whiskey glasses on the table and sliding one towards the short-haired Human. “Hey,” she said as smoothly as possible, her eyes moving across Sarah’s face. The newly added scrapes on her cheeks were looking faded already, none seemingly deep enough to join the constellation of old scars scattered across her sandy torso – the healing potion had done the trick.
“Hey yourself,” said Sarah, picking up the whiskey and taking a sizable swig. She smiled, “Thanks, drink here’s better than the swill Ansel stocks. You do travel in style.” Though, just looking at Vera this was not obvious, she thought. She was certainly clean by travelers’ standards, but she was by no means manicured. Her shoulder-length black hair, glossy though it was, was in dire need of a good brushing, and her unadorned rounded face showed signs of exhaustion and neglect one might expect from a student busy with exams. Still, Sarah could not help but to appreciate her fine features, and to notice how well her blue robe accentuated her form, almost certainly inadvertently.
In the brief moment where words seemed to escape Vera (was she suppressing a giggle?), Sarah wondered how she might look to her just then. They had just come through a trying combat which had not been especially kind on her, and she still felt the tender but fading wounds across her body. She was wearing the same loose white blouse she always did, but she would likely need to mend it again soon since it was now sporting a rather large tear across the midriff, and its left sleeve had separated at the shoulder. She hadn’t noticed this damage until she caught Vera’s eyes darting downward to her exposed waist earlier – she was certainly making an effort to avoid doing so now. Sarah was just glad that her rougher edges were working in her favor.
“It is some impressive magic, well, for a bard anyway,” said Vera through a smirk, and raised her glass to her lips. Well, this was a mistake, she thought as the amber liquid assaulted her senses.
Sarah noticed and chuckled, “Not a fan? You are so delicate.”
Vera felt a rush of warmth throughout her body which couldn’t be fully attributed to her little sip. She responded reflexively, “I don’t know, I can take quite a lot - you might be surprised.” Her eyes widened a bit as her own words consciously registered – she really wasn’t drunk enough to be quite that forward!
“Oh? Well, I guess I’ll have to find out,” Sara said with a wry smile that only grew as Vera’s blush intensified. Not to be outdone, Sarah placed her hand on top of Vera’s thigh in an act of further escalation. The effect was immediate for both of them – though the fabric of Vera’s robe separated their skin, the touch was electric. Sarah’s heartrate quickened, and she felt its pulse intensely between her legs. It had been a long time.
A number of Vera’s muscles tensed at once; one of Sarah’s fingers moved slightly along her leg and Vera felt at risk of actually moaning as her breath grew rapid and shallow. As though to entice the Human’s digits closer, a fresh coating of slick dew spread across her lower lips. Vera shifted her legs nervously – her body was aching to be touched.
A beat of silence passed between them as Vera turned her eyes back up to meet Sarah’s. There was mischief in her brown-eyed smirk, thought Vera, but also a definite note of kindness. Vera smiled and put a hand on top of Sarah’s, “You, uh, want to see my room?”
Umf, Vera grunted softly as Sarah pushed her up against the wall, their bodies pressed together. Sarah looked down to meet Vera’s eyes and hummed playfully, grinding her toned form against the Tiefling. Vera’s audible breath from her slightly open mouth heated the little space between them, and she felt the hair on the back of her neck bristle. Without warning, Sarah shut her eyes and closed the distance, enveloping Vera’s bottom lip in a warm kiss. Vera allowed her eyes to close as she leaned into it, Sarah’s mild taste spreading across her tongue. Through each motion of the kiss Sarah moved her body into Vera’s, their hips pressed close, and their breasts squeezed against each other. It was a sensory overload; Vera’s sex ached with longing as her undergarments dampened. This is really happening!
Sarah pulled back from the kiss, her lips moistened with saliva. “Ever since you came aboard, I knew I’d have to teach you a lesson in manners,” she said teasingly, her hand moving down Vera’s body, over her breast and past her waist. She paused, looking at Vera with a question in her eyes. Vera smiled excitedly, giving her a nod, which was solemnly returned. “You can’t have expected me to just let you,” her hand slipped between Vera’s legs, her fingers pressing in as they moved from back to front, “get away with it?”
Vera gasped and let a small moan escape her lips. Gods, the sensation! She was sure her moisture was going to go right through her robes and dampen Sarah’s fingers as she involuntarily bucked against her a little. “F-fuck yes, um, I mean no, of course not,” Vera said, feigning an apologetic tone. “I’m sorry,” she said, smiling, then gasped as Sarah drug her fingers across her slit again, pressing hard.
“No,” Sarah smiled, “but you will be.” She lifted her hands to Vera’s shoulders and grabbed her robe by the collar. “Let’s get you out of this, if you’re going to give me a real apology.” Vera smiled, and together they pulled the blue fabric from her, leaving her only in a simple pair of panties; the Tiefling’s face was as red as it had ever been. Sarah, dropping the playfulness from her voice, said quietly, “Oh, you’re beautiful.” She ran her hands across Vera’s fine red skin – she was incredibly warm. “Vera,” her hand moved over Vera’s breast, her thumb depressing the areola for a moment before moving aside, “I want you.”
“Yes,” said Vera weakly, moving her hands up to the back of Sarah’s head, her digits combing through her short dusty hair. She pulled Sarah down into her, and Sarah slipped Vera’s nipple into her mouth in a skillful kiss. “O-oh Gods,” Vera moaned, her head tilting towards the ceiling as Sarah’s tongue expertly danced across her sensitive breast. Vera’s hands caressed and gripped Sarah’s head responsively to the stimulation; Sarah sucked, pulled, and caressed until Vera could nearly feel the stirrings of orgasm down below.
Sarah stopped as suddenly as she began, raising her head to make eye contact as her right-hand slid downward, moving over Vera’s exposed stomach. Again, a question – Vera nodded. Sanctioned, Sarah’s hand steadily slipped south, her digits ducking under the band of Vera’s drenched undergarments. Sarah was surprised how hot Vera’s vulva felt as her fingers spread across it, coating themselves in her slickness. Vera moaned slightly, and Sarah felt her muscles tense. “Try to relax,” she said as her middle and index fingers slipped into the folds, moving forward until they slid across her clit, holding it between them. Vera moaned loudly as Sarah began to gently masturbate her, pulling her clit rhythmically between her fingers, up and down. She rocked her hips in time, thrusting against her, desperate to intensify the sensation.
At the height of one of the motions, Sarah, pushed her middle finger back, slipping it into Vera to the second knuckle as she pivoted her hand to drag her thumb along her clit. Vera thrust her hips powerfully in response, “Ah!” Her eyes closed as she threw her head back, her vagina clenching around Sarah orgasmically.
They just stood there a moment, breathing and holding each other close. Slowly, Sarah withdrew her dripping hand and stood back to her full height. “You’re fun to play with, cutie, but who says you get to have all the attention?” Vera just smiled in response. “Come on,” said Sarah with a devilish grin, and pulled her towards the bed.
Vera’s delicate hands reached up from below, her red digits sensually moving over the petite shape of Sarah’s breasts . Woah, she thought, kneading them gently, I am kinda gay.
Sarah smiled down from above, her legs on either side of the Tiefling’s supine form, her dampness pressed into Vera’s soft pubic mound. Her eyes closed as she focused on the sensation of the soft hands exploring her body; they traced her sturdy thighs over her hips, drug along the muscled ridges of her toned abdomen, and clawed lightly down her back. “Oh Vera,” she moaned slightly, “you’re a natural.” She leaned forward, arms supporting her on either side of Vera’s head – she could feel her pussy rise up off the little pool of dampness it left mixed into Vera’s pubes. Looking deep into her eyes, Sarah said, “want a taste?”
Vera nodded, moving her tongue seductively along her upper lip. She was a bit nervous, having never gone down on a woman before. She had curiously tasted herself a couple times, though she suspected that there was a similar variety of taste as there was between the men she had been with – she did not know what to expect.
Sarah smiled and crawled forward, placing her knees just above the messy mop of black Tiefling hair under her. She felt a touch exposed; Vera was no doubt looking directly up at her bare sex. A shade of embarrassment came to her cheeks as she steadied herself. Sarah hummed teasingly a bit, then lowered herself down onto the Tiefling’s waiting mouth, her muscled thighs against the wizard’s red cheeks.
Vera was overwhelmed as the strong scent of Sarah filled her nose and mouth; her moisture smeared across her lips. She could feel the softness of her inner folds against her as she pressed her face in, allowing her tongue to run along the Sarah’s vaginal opening in a passionate, deep kiss. The sides of her mouth felt the prickliness of the hair of Sarah’s outer folds as the Human sturdily held her head right where It needed to be. Almost by instinct, Vera drew one of her hands up to her own dewy sex and began to massage herself. She could think of no moment in her life as deeply erotic as this.
“Mm,” moaned Sarah, “good girl, just like that.” She began to gently rock her hips into Vera’s deep kiss. Her tongue was growing bolder by the moment, running along the full length of her folds, slipping deeper into her depths. Sarah involuntarily moaned as it curled against the forward wall of her vagina, dragging hard as it retracted. For a first timer, she’s really good at this, Sarah thought.
Vera breathed heavily through her dampened nose, further saturating herself in the sweet pungency of her partner’s sex, as she sucked her clit into her mouth and teasingly flicked at it with her tongue. Sarah tried to exclaim something, but the words were lost to a high-pitched mess of sounds as Vera suckled away at her. Vera closed her eyes and shoved her middle two fingers deep into herself, pressing hard against her walls. Gods, I’m close again, she thought.
“G-Guhh!” Exclaimed Sarah, thrusting her hips into the Tiefling’s face, smashing her into the mattress. Her tense thighs quivered as she felt the warmth of orgasm light up her body, radiating out from her clit. She raised her torso upright, one hand on the top of Vera’s head and one on her breast as she failed to suppress more undignified sounds.
Vera, pressed into Sarah this way, found herself unable to breathe as her partner’s fluids began to run down her chin. With a final anaerobic pull, she brought herself to orgasm once again – it racked her brain as her lungs ached for breath, each sensation intensifying the other.
At last, Vera gulped air as Sarah raised herself up, legs still trembling. “You okay?” asked Sarah genuinely. Vera could only nod as she panted, wiping cum from her mouth with her wrist. “Good, good,” she muttered as she rolled off the poor girl and lay beside her. The two stayed there a moment, recovering. “I should go clean up,” said Sarah finally, sitting up.
“I should too,” said Vera with no immediate intent to do so. She paused. “Could we cuddle a bit, after?” Sarah looked back at her, a kind grin across her face.
Vera suddenly awoke to a knock at the door. Stretching reflexively, she felt Sarah’s naked form cuddled against her from behind, her strong arms wrapped around her in a hug. The knock came again, “Vera? You in there?” It was Serin’s sing-song voice, a staple of their mornings in the mansion.
She pointed a finger at the door and muttered a brief incantation, then whispered, “Yes, I’m in here, what do you want?”
His voice returned in her head, “Can’t talk? Are you okay?” Genuine concern – he must not have been paying attention.
“Yes, fine! Well,” Vera caressed the forearm of her sleeping companion, “rather good, actually. Just a little pinned. What do you want?”
“I’m making eggs for the crew – I don’t think they know what brunch is. It’s time they learn!” She could hear his smile, even over the message spell.
“Give us ten minutes,” Vera sent, then ended the effect. Sarah stirred slightly as Saren’s footsteps continued down the hall.
“Morning?” She posited, pulling Vera in closer. “Need me to go?”
“No, not yet. Stay a bit,” said Vera, nestling into her. She knew that fate had different plans for her, but she wondered where this could go if she could stay, what things they might see together. Vera sighed; she was here now, at least, and she intended to cling to this moment for as long as she could.