Elide's body trembled under Manon's touch, her soul sand with the sensation, she felt loved. Porcelain hands stilled at Elide's pant line, unsure, cautious.
"What's wrong?" Elide asked breathless.
"I don't want to hurt you." Manon replied softly, her amber eyes warm, and caring. Elide smiled softly and caressed Manon's cheek.
"It's OK," she replied, "I'm okay now," the scars of the past had healed, because of Manon, the witch would never hurt her. "I'm ready." Elide tilted her head up and pressed a soft kiss to Manon's lips. It was all the permission Manon needed to continue.
In desperate movements she finished undressing Elide, marvelling in her beauty. Manon loved the soft skin and the sound Elide made when she pressed just the right spot. It caused her stomach to flip, and her body to become tight with need. She had used men for sex before, the others had told her it was for pleasure, but Manon never got much out of it, in the end they were no good but for killing. But this, Elide shaking under her, her beauty, it was different, she was different.
Elide could barely see straight, every fleeting kiss, every caress erased her previous memories of touch. She didn't know how good it could feel. When Manon entered a finger in her she couldn't help the loud moan that escaped her, Manon was touching her, inside of her. She panted and gasped as the witch skillfully moved her hand, and oh gods her tongue. Elide trembled and her back arched as she hit her limit, gasping, aching, but she felt complete she felt whole. Manon kissed her, bringing her down gently, whispering sweet words. They held each other close that night, and Elide gave her last piece of trust, her full permission over to Manon, she was exposed but she didn't feel afraid.