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“I need to hurry up and go meet Violet before she has to head to the courtyard. Can you grab my sock from under the desk?” I spoke as I watched Eileen reach from the bed, her hand closing around my missing garment as I focused on lacing up my corset.
“I think I like the few of that coming off more than I like it going on. And have you told Violet about us yet?” Eileen asked after handing me the sock, watching as I sat down to lace up my boot.
“No, but that’s part of the fun. Knowing that she doesn’t know keeps the excitement going don’t you think?”
“Well yes but I have to look at her every day and know that my head is usually buried in her sister’s cunt,” she scooted closer to me, her lips trailing down my neck, following the path her tongue had traced earlier this morning.
“At least her being a rider gives me the opportunity to sneak back and visit you more. And of course, you are more than welcome to come on the weekends to Mondserrat,” I grab my pack filled with clothes for Violet before standing in front of my girlfriend.
“I know love. Just be safe. We both know she was never made for this life although I have no doubt she will prove us all wrong,” Elieen leaned up, the sheet falling away from her breast, her bare nipples tightening from the cold. It got harder to walk away each time, the ring sitting in my barracks back in Monserrat burning a hole in the drawer. My father and I were never close but he did want to make sure I had something for my future partner, knowing I would never settle for a male ever since he caught me with my first girlfriend at 12, our hands held tightly together, a blush straining our cheeks when we hid beneath the tree.
“If anyone can do it, it’ll be Violet. You make it so hard to leave each time, looking like that makes me want to get on my knees and worship you every time,” I whisper, my breath hitching as she tugs the sheet down past her pussy, revealing her bare legs and the sight of her fingers tracing around her swollen labia. Deciding that a week was too long to wait, I quickly lean down, running my tongue against the flesh and collecting the sweet tang of her on my lips before pressing my mouth to hers, allowing her to taste.
“So fucking good every time,” I moan before heading out the door, my heart beating rapidly in my chest. Every since we started this, this relationship, I knew Elileen was it for me. Being with her is as easy as staying on Teine, laying in bed with her as natural as breathing. I knew my mother would never approve, somehow she would find an issue with the fact that I was a third year in Devera’s first year as a professor, my eyes focused on the way she moved, her outlandish hair. It had taken my best friend Sofie leaving a note on my homework in my third year for us to fall into bed together, my mouth attached to hers, my fingers buried inside of her before she would admit to feeling anything for her yet she claimed me as hers with that first kiss. After that, we had tried to pretend that day didn't happen, that my heart didn’t race at the mere sight of her standing in front of all of the cadets teaching every morning and that my eyes didn’t follow her when she stepped into my orbit.
She had refused to be in anything serious with me for over a year, only allowing us to indulge in each other physically until I graduated, adamant that no feelings lay beneath me but how can she say that when I could easily see spending the rest of my life with her? Growing up, I saw how devoted my father was to mom, devoted is a good way to explain how I feel for her. Amari save me, I’d do anything to see her smile, to watch her beautiful green eyes crinkle, little laugh lines exposing the three-year age gap between us. I was fucked.
“Fuck, I think Violet might have seen me,” She whispered as she rushed into my room, her purple hair swept up into a ponytail, her chest heaving.
“What do you mean?!” I sat up, my own sheet exposing the delicate lace chosen for this occasion. With my transfer, it had been a few weeks since I saw her, my chest aching with each passing day. The plum silk cost a small fortune, courtesy of a hefty paycheck for risking my life, the fabric smuggled from across the sea, the intricate pattern highlighting my smaller breast, before flowing into panels of the soft fabric, the slits in the hips highlighting the tiny triangle the merchant passed as underwear. Landing just above my thigh, I watched the way her eyes traveled along my legs, her eyes dilating as she tried to focus.
“She was sneaking out of Riorson’s room and heading to the washroom when I was coming down the hallway. I don’t think she got a good view of me but she definitely saw my hair,” Eileen dropped her bags, shutting the door and making sure it was locked before she tugged her own shirt up, her breast spilling over her chest bindings. Watching the way she stalked to my bed, I had my legs rubbing together, trying to create some friction as my body begged for anything to relieve the tension. Her hands landed on my ankles, pulling me to the edge where she ran her calloused hands along my bare legs, slowly pushing my legs apart while I leaned up on my elbows.
“You look absolutely stunning. I can’t wait to ruin you,” She whispered, placing kisses on my calf before trailing them up to my knee and nibbling on the sensitive back of my knee, her hands prying my thighs apart, giving her a perfect view of my drenched core.
“Look at how fucking wet you are. So damn beautiful,” Her fingers ran along the edge of the lace underwear before slipping into the triangle scrap and pulling upwards, dragging the string of fabric against my clit.
“Fuck!” I moaned, losing the battle with staying upwards, my head hitting the back of the bed. Leaning forward, her lips pursed before she spat, her salvia landing right on my swollen clit, my body jerking from the sensation before I relaxed. Her fingers trailed back down my labia, the tips digging in enough just to expose my entrance, the flesh hot and throbbing as she brought her tongue to trace from my slit to my clit, her teeth latching onto the bundle of nerves. My back bowed, my hands flying out to grip her short purple hair, keeping her face pressed against me while her fingers danced across me.
“Are you always this eager to get my mouth on you?” She questioned as she settled in between my legs, her tongue coming to probe around my entrance before pushing inwards, her lips sealing around my clit and sucking.
“Please Eileen,” I begged, needing more than the teasing touches, needing her fingers. Like an intinnisic she quickly spread me around two of her fingers, my orgasm shook my body, my moans echoing around my room. Thank Gods for my wards or else the whole outpost would know what I was experiencing.
“Is now the time to let you know I brought my toy with me?” Eileen leaned up and I almost came again at the visual of my slick dripping down her chin, her fingers still pumping inside of me.
“Get it. Now,” I ordered, my control falling back onto me like my armor. After placing a kiss on my clit, she stood before going to her bag, grabbing the harness and the toy we had ordered. Taking the buttery soft leather from her hand, I quickly stepped into the straps, pulling the housing up my legs before attaching the dildo made of stone to it, making sure it wouldn’t come loose. Giving it a few strong strokes, smiling at how secure it was, I grabbed Eileen by the throat, bringing my mouth to hers as I tasted the lingering flavor of myself of her. My tongue swept into her mouth, teasing her own before sucking the appendage back into my own mouth, getting her vibrating from excitement.
“And I bet if I reached down, my fingers would be covered in your own juices, wouldn’t they? Such a dirty girl Professor. Want me to fuck you that bad? Is your pussy that greedy it can’t go a few weeks without being stuffed full?” I pushed her forward, making sure she would land on all fours as I began to work on her pants, yanking the zipper down before pulling on the waistband and noticing she had gone with the less formal uniform, allowing her to forgo the underwear.
“Naughty girl,” I whispered before her head fell forward, her back arched as her legs spread. At this angle, I could see the way her slick clung to her labia, strings breaking as her lips were forced apart. Leaning forward, I quickly buried my face in her pussy, making sure to trace around her clit with my tongue before latching onto her entrance and giving a strong suck, her body quivering. Strengthening my tongue, I quickly pushed inside her, two of my fingers joining my tongue as she began to rock backward, incoherent babbles falling from her lips.
“Mira, please, baby. I need it. More baby please,” She cried as her hips shifted, trying to force me deeper. Twisting my fingers to rub against the spongey patch of cells, I focused on that small area, watching as her body tried to jump away, her cries raising in pitch, her muscles locking as pleasure flooded her system.
“There you go, Professor. Trust me, I’ll make sure you are well taken care of,” I shushed her weak cries as she came down from her orgasm, my fingers dragging through the slick that had squirted out, drenching my face and chest, my arousal skyrocketing.
“Such a perfect girl, squirting on my face. Making sure it's nice and wet for me to just slide on it,” I watched as her legs shook, my fingers dancing between her lips, gathering the wetness in my hand before spreading it along the stone, appreciating the warming runes etched into the base.
Looking at how Elieen stretched below me, her back arching more, her ass pressing upwards, I slowly brought the tip to her entrance before pressing inwards, watching her stretch around the length. Listening to her whimpers turn into moans had me pulling back before easing back in, my harness kissing the skin of her ass.
“You look so pretty like this, spread out for me, your cunt sucking my cock in like you can’t live without it. Does my pretty girl like the feeling of it?” I ask before picking up my tempo, my hips slamming against hers, the slapping of flesh and the Shlick of her juices sticking to the harness breaking up the gasp of our breaths and Eileen’s moans.
“It feels so good, need it deeper, please,” Eileen hiccuped before pushing back against me. My hands went to her hips to pull her closer, to push her away, I didn’t know but I needed to grab something with the way her noises were getting to me. Knowing Eileen could only occasionally cum from just penetration, my fingers slipped from her hip to trace the scar running down her stomach before they reached her clit, applying the slightest of pressure, tracing only around the bud.
“YES!” She screamed, her hips swiveling to get my fingers right where she wanted them, impatient with the soft touches. Grasping the nub between my fingers, I press the cock deeper, as deep as it would go before pinching her clit, her body going lax as her orgasm rushed through her body, her moans tumbling around us in the warded room. Stroking her through her orgasm, I placed tender kisses along her spine, my other hand running up her side.
“Gods, you almost killed me,” Eileen giggled as I pulled out, quickly stepping out of the harness and moving to the bathroom to clean the stone.
“Why Professor Devera, I thought you were stronger than that, how could I know a simple orgasm would weaken you so much,” I called from my bathroom, checking the flush to my cheeks, my short hair sticking in all directions from writhing on the bed as she ate me out.
“Oh, hush, and come give me cuddles. I can only stay tonight, gotta get back early Sunday for class,” She had settled in my bed, her cheeks holding the glow of a pleasured woman and damn if I didn't want to marry her then and there.
“Yes Professor ,” I teased before crawling over her, planting soft kisses on her cheeks, her nose, and finally on her mouth, reveling in the intimacy of the moment.
Eileen’s POV
Knowing what is right to do and your heart aching to do the opposite, to chase the only person you have allowed yourself to get close to is a war I never expected to have waged on me. My head knew it was the right choice to leave Basgiath, to follow my students, to protect those outside of the wards but I knew Mira wouldn’t join us. She was loyal to a fault, a trait I loved but as I lay in bed each night, I can’t convince my heart we made the right choice.
“A riot approaches, ” Mykl, my red club tail, informs me as I grab my longsword and head to the front courtyard, knowing a select few of my students will race to meet whatever riot head-on.
“It appears the Fierce One and Teine lead the riot’ Mykl adds, my heart racing for a new reason, a new fear settling in my chest. Surely she wouldn’t be sent here to stop us, right? She hasn’t made Major and they wouldn’t risk her going so far outside of the wards.
I skid to a stop just as I see Mira’s punch land on Colonel Aiserigh’s nose, blood soaking them both.
“Mira!” I scream, my eyes meeting hers, my feet carrying my body to her.
“Eileen! Baby!” Mira wrapped me in her arms, her lips pressed against mine like I was her sole source of air. We stand there, surrounded by her siblings, my students and we only care for each other, our hands running over each other, documenting new scars, one on her hand, three on my arm, and staring into each other’s eyes.
“Marry me,” Mira asks, her hands trembling as she searches her pockets, her fingers trembling.
“Really? You ask that of me now? Mira, we are on opposite sides here!” I speak, my heart trying to escape my chest as she presents me with the gold band, the amethyst stone reflecting my previous hair color that had been cut off once my natural hair had grown out to be too long for battle.
“I can never be on opposite sides of you and I refuse to fight this battle as a Sorrengail. I want to fight or die as Mira Devera,” Her lips meet mine again before she pulls back and waits for my response.
“Looks like I need Riorson here. You aren’t walking into that outpost as a Sorrengail,” I glance at Riorson as he looks shocked, Violet’s mouth open while the other students stand in varied degrees of surprise.
“Riorson, you owe me for banging my sister, the least you can do is marry me and my fiancee,” Mira slips the ring on my finger and I stare at how right it looks.
“Uhh, yeah, I can do this. Fuck I haven’t practiced it. Do you Mira take Professor Devera to be your wife?” Xaden steps forward with Violet who grabs Aiserigh and stands by their sister, my other students coming to stand next to me.
“Abso-fucking-lutly. I’ve been wanting this for the past two and a half years."
“Do you Professor take Mira to be your wife?”
“I, Eileen Devera, accept and swear to love you, Mira Sorrengail, until my last breath. I will fight for you, beside you, and defend you with everything that is me. You are my end and today marks our beginning,” I pledge, the Navarrian vows slipping off my tongue.
“Then I declare that you two from this day forward shall be married, acknowledged in every way as two married individuals, and as of now, Mira you will take the last name Devera. Congratulations and here to a lifetime of good memories and better orgasms,” Xaden winked and dodged as Mira threw a punch at him.
“After I deal with the shit show that is my missing brother, I can’t wait to ravish you, Wife,” Mira leaned down and whispered before dragging the two beside her inside, my students looking at me for instruction.
“To the mats, class isn’t over!” I order.