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The inside of Moonrise Towers did not look like it did when Aylin had last been here. The symbols of Selûne had been covered by those of Myrkul. And it was clearly the site of a battle: pews were broken and scattered, and blood pooled on the floor from fallen enemies and allies alike.
She was met with a group, led by the grey haired woman she had seen earlier. She was weary of them until she saw them greet her saviors with a cheer. Aylin went to go to stand to the side, get lost in her thoughts - her memories. When the sweetest voice she had ever heard called out, “Aylin.” She could hardly believe her ears until she turned around. There standing a few strides away was her darling, her love, her everything.
“Isobel.” Aylin took off her helmet and let her wings disappear before taking a few strides towards Isobel. “My love… you were dead. I saw your body…” Aylin did not add that she had felt Isobel go cold and stiff in her arms. She only got a few steps before she fell to her knees, reaching her hand out. With not even the slightest bit of hesitation, Isobel grabbed Aylin’s hand in own.
Isobel’s hand caressed Aylin’s face before moving it down below Aylin’s chin. With the lightest pressure there, Isobel encouraged Aylin to look up into her face. With a smile on her face, Isobel said, “I’m here. A- and so are you. And my father, he - he can’t hurt us any longer.”
Holding both of Isobel’s hands in her own, Aylin stood up and wrapped her arms around Isobel. She still smells the same , Aylin thought as she breathed in. The weight of Isobel’s arms around Aylin’s neck was so familiar yet so new. In Isobel’s ear, Aylin whispered, “I dreamt every night that you’d come back to me.” They both stepped out of the embrace, but still close enough to hold onto each other’s arms. Aylin continued, “That somehow it was all a nightmare dawn would undo.”
“I had no dreams at all. Nothing but darkness. And when I awoke, my father said you were dead.”
Aylin’s voice was hard, but not unkind as she said, “His soul was poisoned by the god of death. His sick devotion ruined him.” It turned soft as a tear ran down her face, “But for all his sins,” Aylin leaned into the warmth of Isobel’s hand as it landed on her cheek catching the tear. Her eyes closed at the touch, before saying, “he brought you back to me.” Her eyes opened to check on Isobel as she asked, “Are you all right?”
“I will be. And you?”
“In this moment, I want for nothing.” Aylin moved her hands to Isobel’s hips to pull her in for a deep kiss. Their first in a century. Her lips still feel the same, even though mine do not. The weight of Isobel’s hands resting on her shoulders was a comfort.
With a joy long forgotten, Aylin bent down to wrap her hands around Isobel’s thighs lifting her up. She spun them around in a circle, Isobel’s head thrown back with happiness. Smiles on their faces, even as Aylin set Isobel gently back on the ground. She saw Isobel look to the side, only to see the same foursome she had come to know as her warriors in arms.
“Ah! There you are. This is Aylin. Aylin, this is -” Isobel went to introduce them.
“Ho! But we have met. This is the soldier that freed me most valiantly from the Shadowfell. They watched my boot crush the very brain of villainy - and fought well against your changèd father.”
Briefly lost in the good memories, Isobel said, “May he rest in peace at last, now that he’s dead. I have more to thank you for than I knew. And we have much to discuss. Perhaps we could join you in your camp later?”
The half-orc couldn’t keep the surprise out of their voice when they asked, “Did I hear you correctly before? Are you Ketheric Thorm’s daughter?”
With a sigh, “I am. And I’m glad he’s dead. But this is precisely what I want to speak to you about later. It’ll keep, I promise.”
With a nod, the half-orc responded, “Fine. I’ll see you at camp.”
“Very good. We look forward to it.”
Aylin, tired of this conversation, decided to end it. “Now - you will leave us. We must take succour in one another’s bodies and words.”
Isobel’s cheeks flared with embarrassment and the thought of what Aylin would do to her. “ Aylin ,” she lightly chastised. Turning back to the group, “We’ll see you later.”
Isobel grabbed Aylin’s hand with a slight smirk on her lips. “Come with me,” she said.
“Where to, my love?” Aylin asked.
“Last Light. My room is there and there are just too many memories here,” Isobel responded, looking around at the place she used to call her home. With a nod, Aylin gathered Isobel in her arms before taking off to fly them to Last Light Inn. Isobel tucked her head into the crook of Aylin’s neck, soaking up the warmth from Aylin’s hold.
Landing on the balcony to Isobel’s room, Aylin gently set her back down on her feet, careful of the ring of melted wax on the ground. Isobel grabbed her hand once again, leading her into the room that seemed to have become her safe place in these endlessly dark days since she had woken up. Aylin took in the room for the first time. She could see the small touches from Isobel, from the plants resting on the cabinets to all the books. The room had a soft glow from the candelabras and fireplace. It seemed like someone had just recently tended to the fire. Nothing was too fancy about the furniture, only a few wardrobes, a bed, and a desk.
As Isobel went to close and lock the doors, the wave had once again hit Aylin, she closed her eyes as the thoughts raced through her head.
She’s here.
She’s alive.
Everything was worth it for this moment.
I’m free.
Isobel.
Isobel.
Isobel.
Isobel had caught Aylin in the middle of her thoughts. Isobel gently put her hand on Aylin’s cheek, so as not to startle her. Aylin’s eyes opened at the touch. With a smile stretching across her face, she drew Isobel into a long hug. Together they stood there, wrapped up in each other’s arms, letting their weight keep them grounded.
“I missed you more than words can say,” Aylin whispered, not wanting to break the moment.
Isobel hummed in response, her arms tightened around Aylin. “I missed you too. My days were so dark without you.”
She pulled back slightly and Aylin lifted her head. Looking into each other's eyes, they both leaned forward until their foreheads were touching. “What happened when you were coming home that day?” Aylin finally asked the question that had plagued her since she had found Isobel on the ground.
Isobel closed her eyes and stepped away from Aylin, trying to remember. “I really don’t know. I had been here, there were people here at the inn that needed healing. And then I left to go home and wait for you. I may have seen someone, but I’m not entirely sure. And then… all of a sudden a cold sense of death bloomed from within me. That’s all I know.” Aylin watched as her Isobel struggled to remember. “I don’t know if that’s from the gaps in my memory or if I never knew to begin with.”
Aylin looked away from Isobel before whispering, “I held you-” Her voice caught in her throat. “I held you as you died.” For the first time since she had lost Isobel, Aylin let herself cry. Seeing Aylin in pain, Isobel quickly stepped back to her.
With a hand to Aylin’s cheek, Isobel forced Aylin to turn her head back towards her. Using her thumbs she wiped away the tears as they fell. “I am here, my love. I am here.” Those were the only words of comfort she could give to Aylin at this moment. Aylin let her head fall to Isobel's shoulder and her hands went around those broad shoulders that looked like they could carry the weight of the world. For the first time in a century, Aylin didn’t have to be the strong one.
Aylin’s body sagged with exhaustion after releasing a small piece of the pain she had suffered at the hands of Ketheric, Balthazar, and the hundreds of warriors who became Dark Justiciars. Pressing a kiss to the side of Aylin’s head she said, “Let’s go to bed.” Aylin nodded against her shoulder.
Aylin moved to start removing her armor, before a hand was placed on her own, stopping her. Aylin lowered her hand to let Isobel take care of it for her. It may have been a century since Isobel had taken off Aylin’s armor, but to Isobel it only felt like a few weeks. Her movements still felt well practiced and second nature. She started with the finger and hand guards and worked her way up to Aylin’s shoulders. As Isobel had removed Aylin’s gloves, she pressed a kiss to both of Aylin’s palms. As each piece was removed, she admired the design. The moon and stars motif both clear and hidden across each piece. Isobel loosened the belts holding the plates together before lifting them over Aylin’s head. Isobel guided Aylin back to sit on the bed. Kneeling in front of Aylin, Isobel removed the armor covering Aylin’s lower legs and feet before removing the cuisses on her thighs.
Isobel stood up from where she kneeled before Aylin. She watched as Isobel moved across the room getting a few cloths from the wardrobes and a bucket of water. Setting the supplies on the desk, Isobel dunked one of the cloths into the water before wringing it out. She walked back over to Aylin, holding out the wet rag towards her face, but not touching. Isobel asked, “May I?” To which Aylin nodded.
Starting from Aylin’s forehead, Isobel ran the cloth along her face to her cheek. Isobel moved the cloth slow, but firm. With each stroke against Aylin’s face, Isobel removed the blood and dirt. She would often go back to the bucket to clean the cloth. Once Aylin’s face had been cleaned, Isobel placed her hand on Aylin’s chin, lightly encouraging her to turn her face side to side making sure there was no spot missed. The stone-like skin shone in the dim candlelight, the same as ever.
Isobel smiled brightly at Aylin’s clean face. Aylin couldn’t help but to smile right back at her. Isobel once again went back to the bucket, this time grabbing a new cloth and wetting it. This time, when she walked back to Aylin, she sat beside her and grabbed her hand. With the same attention and care, Isobel cleaned her hand. She repeated the process with Aylin’s other hand. As Isobel stood to place the now dirty cloth in the bucket, Aylin looked down at her hands. She almost didn’t recognize them anymore. She curled them into fists, finding the power that had been lost for so long behind them.
Aylin did not notice that Isobel had walked back to her until she saw another set of hands holding her own. With a gentle but insistent touch from Isobel’s thumb, Aylin let her fingers uncurl. Isobel laced their fingers together before leaning forward to draw Aylin into a kiss. Pulling back with a smile, Isobel said, “There you are. Stunning.”
Aylin felt bare in only her scalemail. Even though it was only Isobel who would be gazing upon her, she was forever changed. What if I’m too changed for her. I am broken . The thought raced through her mind. Isobel went to move behind Aylin to undo the straps holding her mail. She was stopped by Aylin’s hand. She watched as Aylin’s brows furrowed as if trying to find the words.
Aylin’s mouth opened to say something before closing it. She took a deep breath. “I am… I am no longer who you remember,” she settled on saying. Isobel stood in between Aylin’s legs, holding her hands, silent. She waited for Aylin to continue. “I am not-” she cut herself off, “My devotion to Selûne and my love for you are the same as before. But everything else about me, my mind, my body, is no longer how you remember it. What if…” she trailed off.
Isobel prompted her to continue, “What if what, my love?”
“What if I’m no longer enough?” Aylin asked, looking up into Isobel’s eyes. Isobel’s eyes welled up with unshed tears. She had never seen her divine lover doubt herself so much.
“You have changed, we both know that, see that. But so have I.
I didn’t recognize myself - I still don’t - when I looked in a mirror. I avoid looking at myself because it’s a reminder. There is a filth within me, now.” Isobel walked to the wall in the center of the room, looking now into the mirror that rested on it. She only could look for a few short seconds before averting her eyes.
Aylin’s lover walked back over to stand between her knees. “The only constant I’ve had since my father brought me back is my love for you . Even when I thought you were dead, my love did not change for you. Selûne brought us together and, after a century, she brought us back together.”
Aylin leaned forward, letting her head rest against Isobel’s chest. She tried to soak in her words. Tried to let those words push out a century of pain. It wouldn’t happen in just one night - they both knew that. Aylin stood up, lighter now that her armor was off. Her hands reached for the rope that held the smaller woman’s cape onto her breastplate. Letting that fall, Aylin slowly pulled the lacing out from each grommet of Isobel’s breastplate. With each pull, Aylin’s pupils started to expand with anticipation. Once completely loose from the tie, she lifted the plate off of Isobel’s shoulders and set it to the side. Starting from Isobel’s neck, Aylin gently pulled each loop of Isobel’s robe free from its button. Her fingers moved quickly and surely, like she had practiced this every day since she had last seen Isobel. Aylin did not let her eyes stray from Isobel’s as each button came undone. She looked for any signs of discomfort or doubt, but she found none. Last she undid Isobel’s belt. Isobel turned around, letting Aylin take the open robe from her shoulders and place it on the back of the chair.
Isobel’s was left in just her leather pants and boots. Aylin looked upon her with all the love she had. “Your beauty has not faded at all over time. Your hair and your eyes are different colors, aye, but that’s it. It’s all still you . Your light is still yours.”
Kneeling down, Aylin gently lifted Isobel’s foot to remove one boot before setting it to the side. Then she did the same with the other. Reaching up to the waist of Isobel’s pants, she asked, “May I?”
Isobel nodded and said, “Yes, only you.” With that, Aylin hooked her fingers into the top of Isobel’s pants and gently pulled them down, offering her shoulder for Isobel to hold onto as she stepped out of them. Aylin pressed a kiss to her stomach. Then another beneath her belly button - a promise for what’s to come . Leaning back to sit on her heels, she took all of Isobel in. She never wanted to go more than a minute without seeing this sight.
“Goddess, you are beautiful. You are more beautiful than the moon.”
Isobel blushed at the thought, especially since waking up she didn’t feel it. But in Aylin’s gaze she started to feel it once again. “Your hair reminds me of when we used to go out in the moonlight and you’d let me love you. Your eyes… they are the moonlight reflecting on a deep lake - still so full of the wisdom I saw when we first locked eyes. And here,” Aylin’s thumbs caressed the apex of Isobel’s thighs, “I can guarantee I will love the same, even though the hair is now white.” Aylin leaned forward again, leaving a kiss at the top of the hair between Isobel’s legs. Isobel’s eyes dilated at the sight, the flush of arousal moving down to her chest.
Isobel put both of her hands on Aylin’s cheeks using a slight pressure to encourage her to stand up. “I want to see you too.”
Aylin bit her lip, trying to keep her thoughts in check. “You will see how broken I am,” she warned Isobel.
“I will never see you as broken. I don’t know what all has happened to you over these past hundred years, but you are still the Aylin I fell in love with. Your body may have changed, but it also would have had you been mortal. I didn’t fall in love with you because you’d never change. I fell in love with you because you would always change,” Isobel reassured her.
With a deep breath, Aylin turned around, sweeping her hair to one shoulder. Isobel, started at the clasps near Aylin’s neck. She slowly, allowing time for Aylin to stop her if she needed to, undid each one. More gold cracks were revealed to her as she moved down. Aylin’s breath hitched because she knew Isobel was getting close to seeing just how bad it was. Her head hung with shame. Isobel pressed a kiss at the back of Aylin’s neck in reassurance, “Do you want to keep going?”
“I won’t hide this from you,” Aylin said with a nod as she looked over her shoulder at Isobel.
“Okay.” Isobel continued undoing the clasps of the scalemail. Aylin heard the harsh breath Isobel took in when she started to see them - the scars. Aylin never had a chance to look at them so she didn’t know exactly how they looked, but she knew they were large and gnarled. She could feel them when she moved her wings. Isobel continued, letting the mail fall open letting her see more of the two large uneven, jagged pools of gold on each of Aylin’s shoulder blades.
“Is this…” Isobel couldn’t bear to finish her thought.
“Yes. Now you see,” Aylin said while turning around to fully face Isobel and hid the source of so much of her pain.
An anguished look filled Isobel’s eyes. “Aylin. The last thing I see when I see those scars is you being broken. I see the opposite - I see how strong you were to endure such torture. Especially at the hand of my father and Balthazar.”
The breath she did not know she was holding was released with a feeling of relief. Aylin felt her eyes beginning to tear up once again at Isobel’s words. “I will probably need to hear those words more than once,” she admitted.
“I will tell you whenever you need to hear them and more. Until you see yourself the way I see you,” Isobel promised. “Let me show you.” With a guiding hand on Aylin’s shoulder, Isobel encouraged Aylin to turn back around to finish taking off the mail.
With both of them bare of their clothes, Isobel encouraged Aylin to bend down to draw them into a kiss with a hand at the back of the strong woman’s neck. Aylin easily gave in to the radiant woman she so loved. With a small nip at Aylin’s full lip, Isobel pulled back and led them to the bed.
The gold-veined woman laid down first. Her lover straddled her hips and leaned over drawing them into another kiss. This kiss was deeper than the others before. As Aylin felt their chests press together, she couldn’t help but to put her hands on the smaller woman’s hips. Aylin moaned, losing herself in Isobel’s love. She started to feel something she had ignored and pushed down for a hundred years. She broke their kiss, chest heaving, to take in a breath of air. “I believe I have forgotten how it felt to feel like this,” Aylin said, still trying to catch her breath.
“Feel like what?” the woman on top asked.
“Loved and aroused. Take it slow?” She asked.
“Of course, if you need me to stop at any time, no matter the reason, tell me and I will.”
Aylin felt her heart warm at those words. She could feel wetness starting to cover her core. Her need was growing as Isobel sat so close to the center of it all. “Thank you, my darling.”
Isobel traced the gold line etched across Aylin’s cheek with a thumb, a soft look on her face. “I know these are scars of all you faced, but you are so beautiful.” Isobel pressed a kiss to where her thumb just was. “You always have been and you always will be.”
Aylin shivered at the feeling of Isobel’s fingers tracing the carved lines across her face and down to her neck. Isobel made sure that every few seconds she placed a warm kiss where she had just touched. Sometimes the kisses were open mouthed and Aylin was tempted to arch into the feeling. With each touch, each kiss, the memories seemed to fade away for a moment.
The hands around Isobel’s hips tightened as Aylin tried to relieve some of the pressure that was building between her legs. Isobel looked up from where she was kissing one of Aylin’s scars with a proud smile. With that look Aylin knew that her lover still knew how to play her like a bard plays a lute. Isobel worked her way down, paying extra attention to the places where many of the etched lines crossed paths. One of the largest areas of smooth gold skin on Aylin’s front was over her heart. There, Isobel placed her palm, covering it letting the warmth between them flow.
“Those were some of my easy deaths,” Aylin said, her eyes had closed, soaking in Isobel’s touch.
“What do you mean?”
Taking a deep breath, Isobel’s hand moving along with Aylin’s chest, “I had given up fighting them for a while. I just let them kill me over and over and over. The ones who had let me have a quick death, a dagger, sword, glaive, or whatever weapon they wielded, to the heart. Those were easy.”
“I will never be able to imagine what you went through, Aylin,” Isobel’s voice was serious, but kind. “But I will be here for you, protect you, love you, for the rest of my days.”
Aylin’s eyes opened to look at her love. “I know.”
Isobel pressed a long kiss over Aylin’s heart before she moved further down. She tasted Aylin’s curves, her thumbs gently drew circles around Aylin’s nipples. She let her teeth drag over the places she remembered Aylin being the most sensitive. Once she reached Aylin’s hips, Isobel kissed a line from one hip to the other.
“Would you be comfortable turning over?” Isobel asked, knowing how vulnerable Aylin already felt in this moment.
Aylin looked into Isobel’s eyes, looking for any kind of sign that she would get hurt. She found none. Wordlessly, Aylin flipped herself over, her head resting on her arms. Almost trying to seem relaxed.
Isobel once again straddled Aylin. She reached forward, her hands settling on Aylin’s shoulders. Here, her touches were not gentle. These touches were to remind Aylin that she was alive, both of them were alive. The palms of her hands kneaded into Aylin’s muscles to start working out a century of anger. With each stroke, Aylin seemed to start to melt into the bed, soft moans leaving her lips. Isobel worked her way down, but she avoided the two glowing pools of gold from where Aylin’s wings connect.
Once Isobel had reached the top of Aylin’s ass, she moved to kneel beside Aylin’s now pliant body. She grabbed Aylin’s hips and encouraged them to lift off the bed. Aylin, brought her knees in to raise herself up.
“Are you ready?” Isobel asked.
“Aye.”
Aylin felt Isobel’s hand move across her ass to find the folds that had been getting wetter and wetter with each section Isobel had massaged. Aylin heard Isobel groan when she realized just how wet Aylin was.
With light, wet fingers, Isobel caressed Aylin’s folds, bringing all of Aylin’s focus to that one part of her body. At the first whine from Aylin’s lips, Isobel changed to focusing on the spot Aylin liked best.
Aylin, lost in the feeling of a lover's touch, started to rock her hips in time with Isobel’s movements. She whined at the light feeling of Isobel’s fingers, it seemed like too much and not enough at the same time.
“Shhh, trust me,” Isobel whispered in Aylin’s ear. “You can always tell me to stop.”
Aylin immediately started shaking her head. Stopping was the last thing she wanted Isobel to do. Isobel did not waver her motions, her touch still light. Aylin’s ears were filled with the sound of her own moans, she could not stop them even if she wanted to. Her legs started to tremble, the tension in her core was steadily increasing. She wasn’t sure if she had closed her eyes or if she couldn’t see anything anymore. All she could focus on were those two fingers between her legs.
“I love you. I love seeing you like this because I am the only one who is allowed to. You are so strong, Aylin. But you let yourself be human with me. I will never take that for granted. You are so gorgeous. You shine with the Moonmaiden’s light, even in the darkest of shadows. Let yourself go. I promise I will catch you.”
Aylin did not hear Isobel’s words at first, but the words started to get more and more clear. With Isobel’s promise in her ears, the tension that had been building for what seemed like hours broke with a cry. Aylin slumped onto the bed before turning on her side to fully face her lover. Isobel’s face was aglow from the candle light beside the bed.
She let herself rest for a few moments, catching her breath. With a smirk, she said, “The only wicked thing about you are your fingers.”
Isobel couldn’t help but to laugh. Aylin loved that sound, she hoped she could hear it every day for the rest of Isobel’s life.
“Let me hold you, please,” Aylin requested. Isobel quickly tucked herself into Aylin’s waiting arms. They both hummed at the touch. “Give me a few minutes and then it’s your turn.”
“I can’t wait,” Isobel responded, the smile clear in her voice.
Aylin started running her hand gently over Isobel. She touched every part of Isobel she could reach - her neck, breasts, stomach, hips. Her hands, large and encompassing, each part of Isobel’s body, claiming. Aylin felt Isobel arch into her touch. Leaning down, Aylin hid a smirk in Isobel’s shoulder as she went lower and lower, teasing the hair between her legs.
“I want to taste you, my love.”
Isobel swallowed audibly at the thought. “Please, I need you.”
Aylin wasted no time, before settling between her lover’s legs, but before she moved any further she said, “The same that you did for me. If you want me to stop, just say so and I will.”
With a nod, Isobel gave Aylin permission to keep going.
Aylin breathed in the heady scent of the smaller woman. It still was the same as she remembered all those years ago. With her fingers she parted Isobel’s wet folds to lick a long stripe from entrance to her clit. Aylin felt Isobel’s hands weave their way into her hair. She gently flicked Isobel’s clit with her tongue, the same way she used to love.
Aylin felt the hands in her hair tighten and moans leaving Isobel’s lips. Looking up at Isobel’s face, she saw only desire. Aylin moved down, her tongue teasing Isobel’s entrance as her nose bumped her clit. At the increased pleasure, Isobel started arching off the bed. Aylin wrapped her arms around Isobel’s thighs to keep her hips in place.
A sharp tug on her hair, brought Aylin’s eyes back up to Isobel’s face. Expecting to see her lover in a state of happiness, she was surprised to see tears leaking from her eyes, discomfort coloring her features. Immediately, Aylin stopped what she was doing and crawled up to be next to her lover.
“Isobel, what is wrong?”
Wiping her eyes, Isobel responded, “I’m sorry-”
She was cut off with a, “You have nothing to be sorry for. Please tell me what happened.”
Aylin watched as Isobel looked up towards the ceiling, trying to will her tears away. Isobel reached out blindly for Aylin’s hand. Without hesitation, Aylin laced their fingers together. She squeezed her hand so that Isobel knew that she was there while she figured out her thoughts.
Isobel’s voice quivered as she said, “It- It was just too much.” She looked at Aylin then. “Since my father raised me from death, I have felt so wrong .” She took the hand holding Aylin’s and pressed it to the center of her chest, the place where she felt the decay eating away at her. Her own fingernails clawed at her skin as if trying to remove the filth from inside herself.
“I am rotten - rotting - and there’s nothing I can do about it. Hells, nothing our goddess can do about it.”
Aylin was quiet as she let Isobel’s words sink into her. Summoning some of her magic into her hand, as white as the moon, she pressed it over where Isobel’s own hand was. Transferring the light into her. “This may not help, but I refuse to let you think that there is a part of you where light cannot reach. You, my love, are my light.
I cannot heal you, but I will spend the rest of our days together with you. I will provide you with everything I can to lessen that feeling. You feel so right to me, my love.
So I ask, what do you want?”
“I want you . Only you.” Aylin was expecting Isobel to hesitate, but she didn’t.
“And you have me.” Aylin reached up a hand to cup Isobel’s cheek before sliding down to her neck, drawing her into a sweet kiss.
“I want to feel you. I want to feel alive again. I want you to hold me,” Isobel whispered against Aylin’s lips.
“How? How do you want me?”
“Your fingers, please stay here. I need to see you.” Isobel’s voice had an edge of pleading.
“Where do you want my fingers? Inside or not?” Aylin asked, needing to do everything she could to make Isobel feel safe.
“Inside, please.” Isobel was desperate to get lost in Aylin.
“Your wish is my command.”
No other words had to be said. Aylin wrapped one arm around Isobel’s shoulders, the other slowly made its way down to where Aylin’s tongue had been not that long ago. Even with the break, Isobel was still soaking. Aylin coated a finger with Isobel’s own wetness and let it slip into Isobel slowly. Aylin’s eyes never left Isobel’s face, looking for any signs of discomfort or a need to stop.
Isobel groaned at the feeling of Aylin’s finger sliding into her. There was barely any resistance, and Aylin loved the feeling of Isobel’s velvet walls. Once her finger was as deep as it could go, she pressed against Isobel’s front wall with a firm pressure and she pulled back out. Aylin pushed back into her lover once only the tip of her finger was left inside her before once again bringing it back out, stretching Isobel. She kept this slow and steady pace, sure to make sure Isobel was not getting overwhelmed.
Isobel’s walls fluttered around Aylin’s finger. With each stroke, Aylin could feel Isobel get wetter. She loved knowing that she was the only one allowed to bring pleasure to this radiant woman.
“More, please,” Isobel begged, beginning to get lost in the pleasure.
“Harder, faster, or another finger?” Aylin asked.
“An- another finger.”
Aylin pulled out of Isobel completely, guiding her soaked finger to Isobel’s clit. With two fingers, she circled Isobel’s clit, getting the other finger wet. Then she brought both fingers back to Isobel’s entrance. Pressing them both in, Isobel let out a loud moan at the feeling of being stretched so well.
Aylin repeatedly pressed both fingers into that one spot Isobel loved so much. The spot that made Isobel clench down hard on the fingers bringing her to the peak of her pleasure. The spot that made it hard to focus on anything but the woman holding her.
Isobel, desperate to keep herself grounded, pulled Aylin into a kiss. It was far from graceful, but full of passion. They kissed until Isobel pulled away to breathe, the pressure at her core continuing to build and build with each press and stroke of Aylin’s fingers.
Aylin knew her lover needed just a bit more to push her over the edge of pleasure. With a light touch, she brought her thumb against Isobel’s clit. She circled it with each press against Isobel’s walls.
With a cry, Isobel arched into Aylin’s touch as she crested over the peak, soaking Aylin’s hand. Aylin slowed her movements, helping bring Isobel back down. She let the aftershocks fade before gently removing her fingers from deep within her love. Isobel groaned at the loss of feeling so stretched.
Still breathing harder than normal, Isobel looked into Aylin’s eyes and said, “Thank you.”
Aylin couldn’t help but chuckle, “Trust me, love. You never have to thank me for doing that.”
They laid there together, letting their heartbeats settle down. Comfortable in the silence facing each other. Even after so many years apart, they were not rushing talking - they had talked enough for one night. Much more had to be said, but it could wait. Isobel rested her hand on the bed in the space between them. Aylin, desperate for physical touch, reached out to gently trace Isobel’s hands with her fingers, memorizing every line, scar, and bump. Filling in the gaps her memory had lost over a century. Gently moving her hand underneath Isobel’s, Aylin lifted it up, until they were palm to palm, her hand dwarfing Isobel’s. Warmth radiated from Isobel’s palm into her own. Aylin could not help, but smile at the feeling.
She loosely laced their fingers together before bringing Isobel’s hand to her mouth to lay a kiss on the back of it, then each finger. As she did, she looked deeply into Isobel’s eyes, trying to convey the things she could not yet say. Isobel’s eyes seemed to say, I’m here, whenever you are ready . Isobel reached her other hand forward, tucking a loose lock of hair back behind Aylin’s ear. Isobel’s eyes were different now, almost a pure white, where there used to be green. But they still had the same wisdom behind them, the same eyes that Aylin fell in love with.
Laying their hands back down on the bed, Aylin went back to lightly tracing Isobel’s hand, watching her until her eyes fluttered closed and her breath turned heavy with sleep. Only then did Aylin stop her tracing, interlocking their fingers once more, before letting herself fall into her first restful slumber in a century.
In the morning, looking down at her love, Aylin knew there was nothing more beautiful than Isobel. In the dim light provided by the dying fire, Isobel’s white hair glowed. The makeup under her eyes was smudged slightly because she was too tired after their night together to remove it. Bending down slightly, Aylin pressed a soft kiss to the top of Isobel’s head, not enough to wake her, but enough to let Isobel know she was loved. Forever.
Aylin lay awake, not wanting to miss a single moment more, watching Isobel. She must have felt Aylin’s eyes on her because it was not too long until she started to wake. Her eyes fluttered lightly against Aylin’s chest, clearing the sleep from them. She looked up at Aylin with that same smile, just as she did every morning after they spent the night together. “Good morning, Aylin.” Her voice cracked with sleep.
“Moonmaiden’s blessings, my love,” Aylin whispered back, leaning down for a kiss.
“I suppose we should make it to their camp today, we do need to talk to our rescuers.”
“We should, but I wish I could spend the rest of my undying days with you here.”
“One day, once the curse has fully receded we shall come back here and spend as much time as we want together.”
Aylin’s heart fluttered at the words about their future. “One day,” she promised back.
They both got up and got dressed for the day. As they descended the stairs, they saw the group of four. They acknowledged each other with a nod.
Aylin and Isobel sat down at one of the far tables with food and drink in hand. They had just started to tuck in when Shadowheart walked up to their table, an uncertain expression across her face.
“I found this back at Moonrise Towers. I don’t know why I kept it then, but something called to me. I guess I now know why,” Shadowheart rambled, clearly nervous. And then she held out her hand, in it was a gold piece of jewelry.
Both Aylin and Isobel recognized it right away, it was the Selûnite Brooch Aylin gave Isobel shortly after they had met. And Isobel had carved in an A I.
They couldn’t help but to smile at each other, a reminder of their early days of love.
“Thank you. And I promise, we shall talk soon,” Aylin said.
With a nod, Shadowheart turned heel and walked back to her friends.