Madeleine wasn't sure just how did she end up in front of Arisen's house, and at this hour at that.
The strange tidings lording over her recently seemed to have come to a head. She was calmer and less frustrated than before, yes, but fear lingered about in her throat at what she planned to do now; that is, walk up to The Arisen and explain the problem.
She fully expected to be shot down or laughed off. Frankly, that would probably make for a better ending and a more definite one at that. What was she doing, going to confess to a girl already in love with another? Well, perhaps it wasn't a love confession. It most definitely wasn't, it was more of a... lust confession. Madeleine wasn't really sure how to put it. The plan was to explain that Arisen's presence has caused Madeleine to feel... confused, for lack of a better term and that she is unsure how to proceed in that situation. Of course, given that they were in a similar situation before, sort of, but with roles reversed, the blond peddler could see The Arisen bitterly reject her.
Not to mention, she would be inserting herself into an existing relationship. Not the first time she would do so, but this time, those people were her friends and their relationship was frankly a thing of beauty that shouldn't be stained. And, most importantly, she simply was not into women.
...then why was she feeling so needy, so in need of that tanned, dark-haired, scarred girl who lived in the house before her? A shudder came over her briefly and she shook it off with a grunt. She just had to go there and explain the situation, it seemed. It also seemed that the door was slightly ajar. Working up the courage, Madeleine made her way in, slowly and quietly closing the door behind her.
The sounds of arousal reached her as soon as she made her way in. Madeleine's face flushed red. It seemed they were in a great hurry to not close the door like they should. Dared she look there? Curses... her legs were shuffling together subconsciously already, earlier images and deeds flashing before her eyes. Oh no, oh this was so bad... but it also felt so good. It wouldn't hurt if she just sneaked a peek, right?
Madeleine peered into the bedroom, carefully hidden around the corner. The sounds were already titillating enough to make her shiver, so the images were bound to push on her even more. Lo and behold, the sight forced her to bite on her finger to not give herself away with a gasp. It was The Arisen and the ex-duchess... and the herbalist girl too? How indecent...
Aelinore was on the floor in her white dress, head buried between Arisen's tanned thighs. The latter had no lower clothing on and was likely the loudest of the voices, her head thrown back a little as she moaned and groaned through her bit lip. Selene sat next to her, her green dress hiked up and any underwear she could have worn there missing as she let her fingers please her, rubbing at wet folds and making little gasps now and then. She had a neat trim around her sex, and her other hand held onto Arisen's tightly, both of those resting on the bed.
Madeleine's breathing quickened as she stumbled back to gather her thoughts. There was no mistaking it, of course, the image was as clear as day. The vivid image was oh so clear. The merchant peered over the corner again, where the duchess' tongue – she supposed – was driving her lover insane with pleasure. This intense, frowning warrior was falling apart with each swipe, each nuzzle, each lick Aelinore provided. Off came her shirt – courtesy of Selene – and Madeleine could see Arisen's upper body exposed for her viewing pleasure. Her little top joined its bigger brother shortly and her breasts – moderate in size, but almost perfectly proportioned – came into view. The blond merchant bit on her lip, feeling at her own through her dress.
Selene sneaked in for a surprise kiss, causing The Arisen to squeak and then moan lewdly into herbalist's mouth when Aelinore's loving tongue touched a particularily weak spot. She moved onto her knees and got closer to feel at the tanned girl's breast, fondling it slowly and keeping the kiss up. Though dazed, The Arisen regained her footing and returned the kiss. The hand that previously held Selene's now sneaked up to her womanhood and rubbed at it slowly as the two moaned in mutual pleasure, further backed by Aelinore's work. It seemed the ex-duchess wanted to help Selene as well; she moved her hand together to join Arisen's and their fingers intertwined a little clumsily, rubbing together at the herbalist's slit.
Their kiss broke, but soon was renewed for a brief moment as they shuddered and moaned. "O-oh Maker..." Selene gasped, now on receiving end of so much pleasure. The gasp turned into a full-blown moan when the fingers rubbed against her clitoris. They went their separate ways; Arisen's stayed there while Aelinore's sneaked down to the wet folds, the index finger sliding into the herbalist's depths. "Ah!" Her next moan was sharp and brief, her whole body shuddering. Her grip on The Arisen was lost and the tanned girl capitalized on it, grabbing at her green dress and slowly taking it off her, revealing more of her body. It seemed that this might very well have been the only article of clothing she had on herself.
Madeleine bit her lip to keep herself from moaning and giving herself away, even as she tugged the top of her dress down together with her bra to let her breasts free and dug deep into her womanhood with her fingers. Oh, she was so grateful she wore this dress now; the tights would get in the way so much, she could possibly rip them off and that wouldn't do at all. Selene's body wasn't like Arisen's – it was soft, pale and devoid of scars. There was the slightest hint of physical activity to it – no doubt living alone in Witchwood for so long could not be easy – and it was also smaller. Her breasts were perky, but not too sizeable. The faint aroma of herbs surrounded her even from that far and even among so much lewdness and indecency, her body svelte like an elf or a forest fairy.
The Arisen suddenly let out a moan of pure emotion and desire, pushing Aelinore's head in closer to her being, moaned once more and let go as her body went limp for a moment, flopping back on the bed. "She came", was Madeleine's thought as she felt her own pleasure climbing close to release. Her knees trembled and it took her some self-control not to tumble down or retreat behind the wall to sit down. She had to watch.
Aelinore stood up with a little smile, but Selene would not have that; she tugged the duchess down with one swift move. Aelinore laughed gingerly and flew in the herbalist's hug as the two kissed and fondled at each other. Selene's hands moved under the blonde's dress, hiking it up and giving the beautiful rear a harsh, rough squeeze. Duchess' underwear was surprisingly racy: a pair of dark red silk panties that the other woman seemed all too keen to tug on, causing no small amount of sultry, sensual moans.
Madeleine bit on her fingers with a squeal when she felt herself giving in and staining her fingers with arousal. There was so much... much more than during her little private session on the beach in the Starfall Bay earlier today, but she could not care less how sensitive she felt; her fingers kept moving on their own with only the slightest of slowdowns to accommodate her orgasm. Thank the Maker it didn't seem like any of the three over there had heard her. She bit hard, painfully, but this wasn't deterring her in the slightest.
The Arisen has come to her senses in the meantime, crawling over to the other two to tug Aelinore close and help herself to her lips. She seemed less meek now, Madeleine noted. Together with Selene the tanned girl tugged the dress off her lover, leaving her only in these wet silk panties. Aelinore's body was the closest to Madeleine's; it was delightfully soft in a way the peddler knew too well, with just the right curves and a delightful coy attitude. She wasn't as curvaceous as Madeleine, but that was a feat hard to replicate. The two attended to Aelinore's breasts with lust and love both, but everybody could see how much The Arisen wanted her lover now.
The duchess smiled warmly and lied down on the bed, letting her other half trace a bunch of kisses over her legs. First she teased at her feet and toes, lifting them to do so. Aelinore seemed ticklish, giggling and squirming from Arisen's ministrations. Her giggles turned into pleasured sighs and then moans as Arisen slowly moved lower and lower... and then, in a surprising turn of events, gently moved Aelinore's spread legs over her head. Madeleine gasped into her fingers as she watched the duchess' flexible body move, supporting her own weight just on her arms and the bit of the back that was still touching the sheets.
Once there, The Arisen was merciless; her tongue found Aelinore's womanhood and dug deep into it, causing the duchess to writhe and moan. Selene scooted closer and joined The Arisen, darting her tongue out to play with Aelinore's little button while the other girl attended her wet slit. Now that was another level of lewd and it was getting Madeleine going; there was even more arousal trickling down her thighs as she couldn't pry her eyes off the sight. The Arisen and Selene worked harmoniously together in bringing Aelinore into a pleasurable oblivion, stopping for brief moments to kiss and tease themselves as well.
It was becoming difficult to watch for the peddler, if only because her legs were threatening to give out and have her collapse on the floor. She could retreat behind the wall to find relief there, but she didn't want to, Maker, never. She had to watch, watch as the two turned Aelinore into a beautiful, moaning mess glistening with sweat and arousal. Soon, Selene's moans mixed in as her body shuddered, no doubt from Arisen's fingers. She hadn't come yet, and the tanned girl planned to rectify that. Goodness, how Madeleine wanted to join them... her second orgasm was rapidly approaching, too.
Aelinore called both Arisen's name and Selene in a long, lewd moan. There was no escape from the two tongues, even if Selene's was starting to miss on some of the spots due to her own distraction. "L-love... give... give Selene here..." She begged in a drawn-out moan. The Arisen smirked and obliged; the herbalist gently mounted the duchess' face even despite the taxing position. Their passionate tonguing of each other was louder than before, sloppier and hotter. The third of the girls was making sure that Aelinore isn't too uncomfortable, supporting her with gentle pushes and holds as she renewed attending to her womanhood. Through all this lust, the love was not lost.
Madeleine's second orgasm came with that realization and another one among it: she had to leave, now. Her fingers sticky from her arousal and her clothes in disarray, she would be found any moment now, especially now that two out of the three there were past their climaxes and Aelinore wasn't too far behind. The peddler had to leave. Stumbling on her feet and adjusting her clothing to have at least a modicum of dignity, she hastily left the premises of Arisen's house. Her breathing was fast and ragged and frankly, she ran as if the dead were chasing her. Rushing into the inn and past the innkeeper to the stairs, Madeleine could only be happy that he barely had the time to notice her coming in.
...this was going to be a long night. A long, tiring night with no satisfying conclusion.