Sorry this took so bloody long, I've been working more in the last month than the average human should do in a lifetime!
Chapter Three:
Cornelia was done with waiting, almost quivering with anticipation, her mind from racing uncontrollably from all the dirty thoughts in her head, pulsing in her brain, her chest, her stomach, her sex. But now that she had this beautiful woman, Viletta Nu, standing in front of her, she was, for once in her exceedingly interesting and eventful life, unsure of what to do next.
How could it be that Cornelia li Britannia, Royal Viceroy of Area Eleven, brilliant warrior, ruler, tactician and strategist, and all-round badass, could possibly not know what to do next? How shameful. Still, there's always the direct approach. Cornelia grinned wolfishly again, a smile that Viletta hesitantly returned, confusion in her eyes.
She walked up to Viletta, not stopping until they were centimeters apart; their noses almost touching, Cornelia could have counted every single eyelash on the other woman's lids, had they not been fluttering and blinking rapidly at that moment. Nervous? Cornelia didn't care much; she brought her hands up to Viletta's face, cupped her cheeks tenderly, almost caressing her face, and kissed her.
Gently, softly, slowing. Cornelia closed her eyes, savouring everything she was feeling at that moment; the wind from the open window blowing through her hair, cooling her scalp, the smooth texture of her breeches against her skin, Viletta's lips against hers.
At first, Viletta kept her mouth closed, probably out of instinct, but after a few seconds of Cornelia's tongue on her lips, softly trying to worm its way in, she relented, opening her mouth and allowing Cornelia's tongue to explore her warm, wet mouth.
Cornelia deepened the kiss, pushing her lips harder against Viletta's, tightening her grip on the other woman's face. She felt Viletta momentarily tense instinctively again, before relaxing as a loud, drawn-out moan escaped her lips.
Cornelia relaxed her grip on Viletta's face, sliding one hand down to the small of her back, then lower, tightly gripping her ass, pulling Viletta towards her. Cornelia could feel Viletta's hipbones pressing hard against hers. She loved that feeling…
Cornelia pushed Viletta hard, making her walk backwards, until she was forcing her against Cornelia's enormous full length mirror. She ignored the other woman's surprised gasp, pressing her mouth hard against Viletta's.
Then she grabbed the other woman's hand, bringing it to her thigh. Viletta grabbed it, squeezing hard, her heart fluttering slightly at the feel of the hard muscles she was feeling. She pulled at Cornelia's thigh, bringing the Viceroy's knee to rest gently against her pelvic bone.
Cornelia moaned, the friction on her sex caused by that simple movement driving her mad with desire, making her gut clench so tight it was almost painful. She felt her heart flutter and her throat constrict as a light wave of ecstasy washed through her body and mind.
Am I going to come just like that? So soon? That no good.
Cornelia drew away somewhat from Viletta, who was still tightly gripping her thigh, her nails digging into the soft, violent fabric to almost pierce the skin beneath, breaking their intense kiss. Cornelia relinquished her grip on Viletta's face, sliding her hands down to the other woman's slim shoulders, pushing down gently as she cocked her head to one side, grinning impishly.
Viletta's eyes remained blank for a moment; then comprehension dawned as she brought her hands – one which had been gripping Cornelia's thigh and the other fondling her ass – to pull Cornelia's hands from her shoulders.
"No" she whispered, licking her lips as she stared into Cornelia's shocking pink eyes.
Cornelia grabbed her hands, pulling them above Viletta's head; pinning her against the mirror, her pelvis pushing hard against the other woman's; she could feel the heat emanating from both their sexes. She stared deeply into her eyes, piercing Viletta's blue-grey orbs with her own. Then pressed her body tightly against Viletta's and brought her head forward so she was staring at her own face in the mirror and her check was pressed tightly against Viletta's. The she whispered into her ear.
"You want this."
"I didn't want-"
"You kissed me back. You stayed. You had your hand on my ass. You want this."
"But I didn't-"
"What did you expect? That I wanted stolen kisses and enlightened conversation? You don't."
Viletta gasped as she felt Cornelia's hand roughly enter her underwear, swirling her fingers through the wetness she felt there, and then pressed none-too-gently on her swollen clit. Viletta gasped, pulling her hands from underneath Cornelia's to grip the Viceroy's ass, pulling Cornelia's pelvis towards her own, as her hips instinctively bucked towards the other woman's hand.
But Cornelia's hand was as quick and sudden as it had been the first time; and she withdrew it before Viletta had a chance to relieve a fraction of the burning, aching frustration that was building up in her sex. She moaned, pulling Cornelia towards her again, who grinned her wicked grin and did nothing.
"I told you. You want this. Stop denying what your heart and your mind want."
Cornelia's hand lightly traced the outline of Viletta's sex; she could feel her wetness seeping through her clothes.
"Other bits of you want this too, this bit especially."
Cornelia moved her head and began kissing Viletta's neck, then moving up to her jaw. After a while, she stopped, and drew up to eye level to face Viletta.
"You want this. I can see it in your eyes."
Viletta hesitated, avoiding Cornelia's gaze. The room was silent, save for the sound of voices coming from the courtyard below, the faint echoing of footsteps in the corridor next door, and the deep breathing of the two women in the room, locked in a passionate embrace. Finally, Viletta spoke.
"I do want this. I want all of it."
She spoke, her voice firm and sure. Cornelia smiled, and took Viletta's hand in her own, and brought it to her sex, pressing it hard to the violet fabric. Viletta could feel the wetness through Cornelia's breeches, and suddenly felt a tightness in her throat, as her lips began to tingle. She nodded at the Viceroy, and went down on her knees.
Cornelia smiled, a long, drawn-out sigh escaping her lips, as Viletta fumbled clumsily with the buttons of Cornelia's pants, hurriedly trying to unbutton them.
"Slowly. Please."
It was hardly a request, more a statement; a necessary adjunct to what she had just said. She was the Viceroy after all, she didn't need to ask.
Viletta, kneeling in front of the Cornelia, had finished undoing her buttons, and was now shimmying off the Viceroy's pants with an almost agonizing slowness. Cornelia's grin broadened as she felt her breeches drop to her feet, and lent forward to lean her forehead against mirror, savouring the feeling of the cool glass pressed against her flushed skin.
But the chilled sensation was not enough to distract her from one thing; Viletta had stopped, she was staring at Cornelia's panties, violet lace to match her shocking hair, licking her lips.
"What's wrong? Do you know what to do?"
"Yes, but I've never done it, Your Highness."
Cornelia felt it, that moment was gone. That moment were she hadn't held all the power, where this woman, Viletta Nu; a mere Knightmare pilot, had not bowed and scraped and kissed her boots, not addressed Cornelia with her title, had been seduced by Cornelia's looks and charisma and prowess alone.
But Cornelia registered the renewed use of her title, and knew the moment was gone. The line between her power as a woman and her power as a ruler had been blurred again; utterly indistinguishable. "Now," she commanded the woman at her feet, her voice ringing with superiority.
Viletta put her hands on the back of Cornelia's knees, moving her hands upwards to fondle Cornelia's ass, then she slowly pulled down Cornelia's panties, eliciting a short intake of breath from the Viceroy. Viletta placed her hands on Cornelia's hips, her thumbs gaining purchase on her pelvic bone.
She brought her lips forward, and tentatively licked Cornelia's juices; she felt Cornelia's body tense as the Viceroy groaned quietly. It was a nice taste; salty but at the same time equally sweet. Emboldened by this, Viletta brought her face forward, swirling her tongue through Cornelia's slick folds, again and again and again, careful to avoid her clit, she wanted to draw this out.
Cornelia felt her body tense and shudder; she wanted to scream and thrash and bang her fists against the glass of the mirror. She felt her mind reel with every stroke of Viletta's tongue. One her hands was in Viletta's hair, pulling tightly at the steel-grey strands – she knew she must be hurting her, but she was too far gone to care, and the other was grabbing tightly to the edge of the mirror, desperate for anything to hold on to as she felt herself get closer and closer to orgasm.
She felt the other woman's teeth bite down lightly on her clit, and she knew was gone. She arched her back and screamed; screamed for all the pent-up desire and frustration stored in her body, her mind, her soul.
And then she was done. Viletta had stopped, licking her lips. Cornelia knew she could handle more, but she couldn't summon up the energy to communicate that. She felt her knees shake, and she almost collapsed onto Viletta. She steadied herself; grabbing the mirror to stop herself from falling, as her legs shook under her.
"Is everything alright, Your Highness?"
Said Viletta, who had gotten to her feet, and was now addressing Cornelia, her concerned tone tinged with fear. Cornelia smiled, a warm, glowing feeling spreading through her body.
"Yes, everything's fine."