Several weeks later.
Ingrid walked down the hallway of the military base in which The Kingdom Army had recently taken up residence. She noticed Hilda walking toward her, nonchalantly swinging around an axe as she walked.
"Are you coming to the council this afternoon?" Ingrid asked.
"No. Seteth put me in charge of a reconnaissance mission." Hilda said. "I'm getting ready to head out now."
"Do you want me to accompany you?"
"No. It's okay. I can handle it." Hilda said. "I'm just taking some soldiers to map the terrain beyond the forest. Nothing major. We won't be gone long. Probably an hour or two, tops."
"All right." Ingrid nodded. "Nevertheless…be careful."
"Will do." Hilda said, casually. "Oh and don't eat a lot a lunch time because Dorothea and I are gonna cook you and Marianne a big dinner tonight."
"Oh. Really?" Ingrid smiled.
"Yeah. We've all been so busy lately. We haven't had much time to hang out, so Dorothea and I thought it might be fun if we all had a nice, relaxing dinner together."
"Sure. That sounds wonderful. I'm looking forward to it."
"Me too." Hilda said, cheerfully. "See ya later."
That afternoon, most of the generals of The Kingdom Army had been in the war council meeting with Prince Dimitri and Seteth, discussing their future plans to attack Enbarr when a messenger burst into the room unannounced.
"Your Highness! Seteth! I have an extremely urgent report!"
Seteth stood up and approached the obviously distressed soldier.
"Calm yourself." Seteth urged. "Now, what is it?"
"Our unit was carrying out a reconnaissance mission on the outskirts of the nearby forest. As we were scouting the area, we were ambushed. Dozens of our soldiers are dead and dozens more wounded. Manuela and several other healers are treating any soldiers that may be able to be saved. But, it doesn't look good…"
"If imperial troops are this close, they have no doubt already ascertained that we are using this location as a base." Seteth said. "I imagine they will be heading this way shortly."
"Hilda was leading that mission." Ingrid said. "We must speak with her at once, find out what she knows and devise a plan."
"It's been reported that General Goneril has fallen in battle." The soldier hung his head in regret.
Ingrid's heart nearly stopped. She couldn't believe what she was hearing and her mind raced a mile a minute. "Hilda. No. Please. No. It can't be." She placed her hands over her face as she felt tears begin to prick the corners of her eyes.
"Edelgard. That vile, wretched woman." Dimitri rasped. "She will pay for this! I'll tear her limb from limb with my bare hands if I must."
"We have to do something." Ingrid stood up and angrily pounded her clenched fists down on the table in front of her. "We cannot allow Hilda's death to be in vain." Ingrid said through clenched teeth, she felt her knees go weak, her mind and heart were overwhelmed with equal amounts of both grief and anger.
"We have to launch a counter strike immediately." Sylvain said.
"I'll kill every one of those imperial dastards myself!" Dimitri's deep, gravelly voice echoed loudly throughout the room as he stormed toward the door.
"Your Highness. Wait!" Ingrid quickly stepped in front of Dimitri. "You can't just charge into enemy forces without a plan!"
"Get out of my way, Ingrid." Dimitri grunted.
"I won't. You're acting completely irrationally. I'm furious as well, but we must approach this unexpected battle with caution. We have no reason to believe Edelgard is even among this group of soldiers. For all we know, she may very well still be in Enbarr-"
"I said get out of my way!" Dimitri swiped the outside of his powerful forearm toward Ingrid, connecting with the armor covering her abdomen. He easily knocked her off of her feet and caused her to land hard on her backside several feet away from him on the floor across the room.
"Once a boar, always a boar." Felix snarled. "You're not even fit to lead this army let alone become king."
"Ingrid. Are you all right?" Sylvain rushed to his friend and helped her to her feet.
"I'm fine." Ingrid gritted her teeth, fire burned in her heart as she stormed over to Dimitri. Her heart thumped in her chest, her hands trembled and tears threatened behind her eyes, which she fought back, adamantly refusing to allow herself to cry right now.
Though she was much smaller in stature, Ingrid boldly stood in front of Dimitri, staring up into the face of the future King of Faerghus. "Who are you? What happened to the Prince Dimitri I used to know? The kind man I have always believed in and looked up to. My friend since we were children…"
"That man you once knew is no more. Dead and buried long ago. My sole purpose now is to avenge the dead. I will not yield until I have the emperor's head in my grasp! I won't rest until she is nothing but a bloody, mangled corpse at my feet. I swear it!"
"You've let your hatred for Edelgard and thirst for revenge completely distort your judgment. She may not even be responsible for your parents' deaths! We have no evidence of that, but regardless, you're not the only person in this army to ever lose someone you've cared about!" Ingrid said, fresh tears painfully pricking the corners of her eyes, but stubbornly refusing to fall down cheeks. "This war is taking a toll on all of us. Do you have any idea how many nights Dorothea cries herself to sleep or how many times I've woken up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat, haunted by flashbacks of past battles?"
"I am not keeping you here. Nor anyone else." Dimitri grunted. "If you don't want to be here, you're free to make your exit at any time you please."
"I'm still here and will continue to be because I believe in you. It's my duty to stand with you and fight for our homeland together. Yes. We absolutely must eliminate Edelgard if Fódlan is to ever see peace again. But, you of all people cannot afford to be reckless."
"If I must meet my ultimate demise in battle, then so be it. What does it matter? There's no one left in this world who cares for me. I've become nothing but a monster. No one needs me."
"That's not true. The citizens of The Kingdom need their future king. This army needs you. Your friends need you-"
"Enough!" Dimitri shoved past Ingrid and stormed out of the room.
"He's insufferable." Ingrid said, tightly clenching her fists. "He won't listen to reason."
"That was cute, Ingrid. And you definitely have guts, I'll give you that much." Sylvain said. "But, you realize he could snap you in half like a twig if he wanted to."
"I don't care. He needs to know that he's being irresponsible. He's been this way since the beginning of this war and he's only gotten worse. We all want to eliminate Edelgard and end the fighting. As the future king, he should be taking his responsibility more seriously. If he dies, what will become of The Kingdom? What will we have fought for? What will Hilda have given her life for?"
"For what it's worth, I agree with you and I think you're brave." Annette said, tears falling down her cheeks. "I don't think I could have stood up to him the way you did."
"Brave or not. It doesn't make a difference." Felix said. "He's completely unhinged. Nothing you say will matter at all."
"I know you want to help him." Mercedes said. "We all do, but we have to let him come out of this on his own. The best thing we can do is be here to support him, but not push him too hard..."
"I'm just...at a loss." Ingrid hung her head and stared down at her boots. "I'm angry and I'm upset…I lost my composure…I can't believe Hilda is dead. How do I tell Dorothea? This'll break her heart. She's fragile enough as it is..."
"Ingrid." Seteth turned toward the blonde and placed his hand on her shoulder. "I understand how you're feeing, we are all saddened by Hilda's loss, but we need you to pull yourself together. Send Dorothea to assist Manuela. We need to save as many of our injured soldiers as possible."
Ingrid nodded. She quickly fled the room to find Dorothea.
"Felix. Sylvain. Gather all of the able-bodied solders you can find." Seteth ordered. "If there are still troops in the area we must eliminate them before they have the opportunity to attack this base and cause even more damage than we've already suffered."
Ingrid moved swiftly down the hallway. She flung open the door to the bedroom that she and Dorothea shared.
"Ingrid. What's wrong? You seem troubled." Dorothea said, immediately sensing Ingrid's distress.
"Our troops were ambushed by imperial forces and we believe they may still be lurking in the area. We're launching a counter offensive immediately."
"I'll prepare myself."
"No. We need you here. Manuela needs you to help her treat the soldiers injured in the attack. She can't do it on her own, there are too many. Go find Marianne and get to Manuela's aid."
Dorothea nodded.
"Myself and several of our other generals are heading out just as soon as we can round up our troops."
"Is Hilda going with you?"
"No. Dorothea...I..." Ingrid's voice wavered.
Dorothea noticed a pained expression cross Ingrid's face.
"Ingrid. What's wrong? Tell me."
"Hilda...she..."
"She what? Is she injured?"
"She...didn't survive the attack...she's gone..." Ingrid spoke softly.
"What?" Dorothea's voice cracked, her knees went weak, her heart ached in her chest and tears immediately filled her eyes. "She's..."
"I'm so sorry." Ingrid took Dorothea into her arms and pulled her into a tight embrace.
Dorothea tightly held onto Ingrid and sobbed into her shoulder. "This can't be true. Please tell me it isn't."
"I wish I could…believe me."
"It's not fair." Dorothea cried into Ingrid's shoulder.
"I know." Ingrid gently ran her hand up and down Dorothea's back, attempting to console her, though she knew it was mostly an effort in futility. "She didn't deserve that fate. Now, I can only hope that her soul finds peace."
"When will the fighting end?" Dorothea lamented. She pulled back to look Ingrid in the eyes. "Killing former classmates and friends. I can't take this anymore. Hilda was one of my best friends and now I'll never see her again."
"She was important to both of us." Ingrid said, pulling a handkerchief from the pocket of her trousers. "I'm overcome with grief as well, but we must press on." Ingrid raised the handkerchief to Dorothea's eyes and gently dabbed away her tears. "We can't give up now. We'll fight for Hilda's honor. I swear I'll fight my very hardest for her."
Ingrid wrapped her arms around Dorothea and hugged her again as the former songstress continued to unrelentingly sob into her shoulder.
It was only a few moments later that both Sylvain and Felix burst into the room.
"Ingrid! Imperial troops have been spotted marching toward the eastern front of the base." Sylvain said. "We have to go. Now!"
"We don't have time to waste." Felix said. "We need to stop their advance. If we let them gain the upper hand, we'll be as good as dead."
Ingrid turned back toward Dorothea. "I'm sorry. I have to go."
"Ingrid." Dorothea reached up and placed her hands on either side of her girlfriend's face. "Please. I'm begging you. Be safe." Tears fell freely down Dorothea's cheeks. "I can't lose you too."
Ingrid nodded. "I'll ask The Goddess for her protection."
"I love you." Dorothea took both of Ingrid's hands into her own. "Please don't let this be the last time I get to say that to you."
"I love you too. I swear I'll do everything I can to stay alive." Ingrid pressed her lips to Dorothea's for only but a moment.
Dorothea quickly felt Ingrid's hands slip from her grasp as the blonde began to pull away from her. The former songstress stood in the doorway to the bedroom, watching through tear-filled eyes as Ingrid, Felix and Sylvain all dashed off down the hallway and quickly disappeared out of sight.
"We have to divide our troops in half and attack from the east and west at the same time. It's our only chance." Ingrid commanded, mounted atop her pegasus with her lance in hand. "I'll fly up ahead and draw the enemy out. Once they're preoccupied with me, surround them and attack at the first possible opportunity."
"Don't be a fool, Ingrid. Are you trying to get yourself killed?" Felix spat. "If there are archers in hiding, you and that overgrown horse of yours will be shot down in a second."
"I might not be as physically strong as some of you are, but I'm fast. And I'm evasive. I can distract and occupy the enemy, buying the rest of you enough time to sneak in and attack. We don't have a lot of options here."
"Show no mercy. Leave none of them alive." Dimitri said, clutching his lance tightly in his hand, fully prepared to charge.
"Your Highness. Please. We're too short on troops." Ingrid said. "Brute strength won't work this time. Our only choice is to out strategize them."
"This will never work." Felix said, skeptically.
"I don't like the idea of her taking that big of a risk either, but we're really outnumbered here." Sylvain said. "If we don't do something now, this will be the end for us. Unless you have a better idea, I'm with Ingrid."
"Felix. For once in your life, would you stop being so damn stubborn and trust me?" Ingrid said. "Please."
"Fine. Let's go. It's your head." Felix gritted his teeth.
"We won't back down." Sylvain said, looking up at Ingrid. "We're with you."
"Prepare yourselves." Ingrid nodded. She touched the clip at the back of her hair that held her braids in place as she thought for a moment about Hilda.
Ingrid inhaled a deep breath, taking as much air into her lungs as she possibly could. She prayed for The Goddess' protection as she took up her reins in one hand and tightened the grip she held on her lance with the other.
"Are you ready?" Sylvain asked, looking up at Ingrid.
"As ready as I'll ever be."
"Retreat if you get overwhelmed. Don't try to be a hero." Felix said.
"I'll be fine. I can do this." Ingrid said confidently. "Onward!" She cried out as her pegasus flapped his wings and began to ascend from the ground.
Rain fell from the sky and thunder rumbled off in the distance as The Kingdom and Imperial armies clashed. Despite their initial disadvantage, The Kingdom Army had dramatically thinned out the number of imperial soldiers. Very few now remained, but the soldiers who were still alive refused to give up no matter how outnumbered they had become. From the sky above, Ingrid spotted an imperial soldier wielding a small axe. She swooped down to engage him, but the soldier reacted much more quickly than she had anticipated, hurling his axe straight in her direction with incredible force. Having no opportunity to avoid the attack, the axe connected with the metal breast plate on the right side of Ingrid's chest. The axe pierced her armor, embedding itself into the protective breastplate. The force of the impact stunned Ingrid, she dropped her lance as she was knocked from the saddle. She found herself now quickly plummeting toward the ground, she could do nothing except brace herself for the momentary impact to come. Ingrid hit the ground hard, her entire body rattled. Although the impact was painful, the blow was lessened by the softened ground that had resulted due to the rain. Now weaponless, she found herself face to face with an imperial soldier hovering above her with a sword in hand, ready to strike. She wrapped her fist around the handle of the axe that was embedded in her chest plate and desperately tried to pull it free. She tugged and tugged, but it wouldn't budge. Now running out of options and in pain due to her fall, she fumbled around for her lance or any stray weapon she could use to defend herself against almost certain death.
"I've got you now." The soldier laughed manically as he raised his sword, preparing to thrust the freshly sharpened blade, deep into Ingrid's body.
Ingrid used her hands to drag her body backward, avoiding the swipe of the soldier's sword. She tried to get up, but slipped in the mud, unable to get her feet underneath her. Refusing to yield and accept death, she dragged her body as close to her lance as she could get. Ingrid reached her hand out, stretching her arm as far as she possibly could, she grabbed her lance and used the pole to skillfully deflect the soldier's sword from her position on the ground.
"Prepare to die, kingdom filth." The soldier raised his sword again, his eyes filled with rage as his gaze locked on Ingrid. "All hail her majesty."
Ingrid's breathing was labored, nearly to the point of hyperventilation and her heart thumped relentlessly against her rib cage as a strong rush of adrenaline raced through her veins. A mixture of sweat and rain dripped down her forehead into her eyes, obstructing her vision as she prepared to dodge another attack, hoping that she would be able to keep herself alive.
"Guess I have no choice." A voice suddenly said, from behind the soldier.
The voice sounded so familiar, Ingrid could have sworn it was Hilda, but she knew better. Ingrid assumed that her mind was now playing tricks on her. She watched through blurred eyes as the presumably kingdom ally wielding a massive, sinister-looking axe attacked the imperial soldier. Ingrid's heart throbbed even harder against her rib cage as she watched the blade of the axe cut through the air and connect with the enemy soldier's body. The force of the blow destroyed the soldier's minimal armor. He dropped his weapon and let out an agonizing scream of pain as the soldier attacked again. The axe blade effortlessly sliced through delicate flesh, leaving a massive, gaping wound behind. Ingrid recoiled slightly as she felt the warm splatter of fresh blood land on the bare skin of her cheek and neck.
"Never let your guard down." The same familiar voice said. The imperial soldier collapsed dead at the woman's feet, blood poured from the soldier's wounds, soaking the woman's shoes and staining the surrounding grass a deep shade of crimson.
Ingrid's eyes darted from the fallen soldier up to the woman responsible for his death. Even though her vision was still blurred, Ingrid instantly recognized this woman. Ingrid was certain that she wasn't a hallucination and somehow, Hilda now stood in front of her, clearly injured, but very much alive.
"Hilda!?" Ingrid cried out.
Hilda quickly glanced around to ensure that there were no more enemies in the area. Once she had confirmed that they were safe, she turned her attention to Ingrid.
"Are you injured?" Hilda asked, dropping her blood-soaked axe and kneeling down on the ground next to the blonde.
"I think I'm okay." Ingrid rubbed her eyes, attempting to clear her vision. "What about you? We thought you were dead."
"Still alive here." Hilda shrugged. "Ouch." She then wrapped her hand around the shaft of an arrow that was currently embedded in her shoulder and barely flinched as she pulled it cleanly out. Hilda snapped the arrow in half and discarded it.
Ingrid blinked a few times, as her vision began to clear, she noticed that Hilda had a number of wounds all over her body. Some appeared to be serious, but not immediately life-threatening, while many more appeared relatively minor. Her clothing and face were stained with blood. Her bare muscular shoulders and the exposed parts of her breasts also bore a significant amount of smeared blood. It was impossible for Ingrid to tell if the blood running off of Hilda's body in the rain was her own or that of one of her kills. Hilda's usually pristine pink hair was also dirty, wet and disheveled and a combination of rain and sweat had caused her makeup to run chaotically down her pale cheeks in heavy, black streaks.
"Are you all right?" Ingrid asked.
"Honestly, I'm annoyed. One of those bastards broke my favorite headband. I can't ever have anything nice around here." Hilda plucked the broken black accessory from her hair and tossed it away. "Guess I'll have to make a new one."
"Goddess, am I glad to see you." Ingrid laughed.
"Where are Dorothea and Marianne?" Hilda placed her hand on Ingrid's knee. "I haven't seen either of them. Are they okay?"
"They're okay. Don't worry." Ingrid said, reassuringly. "They're both back at the base helping Manuela take care of our soldiers."
"Thank the Goddess." Hilda breathed a heavy sigh of relief. "I was so worried…"
Sylvain and Felix then noticed Ingrid sitting on the ground with Hilda from several feet away. They were genuinely shocked and relieved to see Hilda alive, but that relief was short-lived. They panicked when they noticed the axe protruding from Ingrid's chest plate. Unsure of the seriousness of Ingrid's injuries, both men quickly fought off the remaining enemy soldiers and then rushed over to aid their friend.
"Ingrid." Felix dropped to his knees near the blonde, with Sylvain rushing in behind him. "Are you all right?"
"I'm okay." Ingrid nodded. "Hilda...she saved me."
"This isn't like stuck in your body...is it?" Hilda gently touched the handle of the small axe that was embedded in the breastplate of Ingrid's armor. She placed her hand on Ingrid's shoulder as she carefully inspected the damage to Ingrid's chest plate.
"It got through my armor, but only grazed my skin, I think. It hurts, but it's not serious. I couldn't pull it out though." Ingrid wrapped her hand around the handle of the axe and tugged at it. "Can someone get rid of it?"
"I'll give it a shot." Sylvain firmly wrapped his fist around the axe's wooden handle and gave it a strong, sharp tug. Ingrid's entire body lurched forward, but the axe didn't budge.
"It's really stuck, bud." Sylvain said. "Let's just get the whole chest plate off. We'll have the black smith remove the axe and repair your armor when we get back to the base."
"Please." Hilda rolled her eyes. "I'll do it. Lie down, Ingrid."
Ingrid did as she was told. Lying flat on her back, she nervously stared up at Hilda. Ingrid's heart began beating very rapidly as she felt the pink haired woman place her shoe in the middle of her abdomen to keep her in place. "Stay completely still. Don't wanna cut ya." Hilda took the handle of the axe into her hand and effortlessly yanked it free. She then carelessly tossed the axe away back over her shoulder. "There you go."
Ingrid, Sylvain and Felix stared speechlessly at Hilda, all three clearly impressed by her display of strength.
"Would it be wrong of me to say I'm a little turned on right now?" Sylvain laughed.
"I probably wouldn't have said it, but I understand." Ingrid couldn't help but also laugh as she sat back up.
"Are you okay, Hilda?" Sylvain asked. "Looks like you've got some pretty nasty wounds."
"I'm fine. It's nothing Marianne can't handle."
"Can you stand up, Ingrid?" Felix asked.
"I think so." Ingrid nodded.
"Let me give you a hand." Hilda extended her hand down to Ingrid and easily pulled her up to her feet.
"We're done here." Felix said. "Let's get back to the base before this storm gets any worse."
"So...which one of you is going to volunteer to carry my axe and who's going to carry me?" Hilda asked. "I think I deserve a break, I'm still a delicate flower, you know."
"I'll fly you back on my pegasus." Ingrid said. "It's the least I can do."
Upon returning from battle, Ingrid took a few minutes to tend to her pegasus. He was unscathed, but desperately in need of some food, water and rest. Once he was eating peacefully in his stall, Ingrid then focused on cleaning herself up. She washed the remaining blood from her face and hair as best as she could. She made her way back to her bedroom and removed her dripping wet clothing. Standing in only her underwear, Ingrid looked at her reflection in the mirror, she could already see several large bruises forming all over her upper body. She stared at the moderate gash on her chest where the axe had penetrated her armor and cut into her flesh. Ingrid gently touched the wound, she groaned and flinched in pain, but silently thanked The Goddess that the injury wasn't nearly as serious as it could have been. Ingrid changed into a dry tank top, tunic and pair of pants. She then walked to the infirmary. When she entered the room, she found Hilda with several bandages covering her body, lying on a cot and absently staring up at the ceiling.
"Hi." Ingrid said. "I just wanted to come see how you were doing."
"I'm fine. No worries." Hilda said.
"I'm so relieved that you're okay. I really owe you. Thank you for saving me back there."
"You betcha." Hilda winked. "I couldn't let you die. You and Dorothea have so much left to do after this war ends. The beautiful songstress and her handsome lady knight are supposed to live happily ever after. That's how it works." Hilda smiled. "I don't make the rules. So don't go getting yourself killed out there."
Ingrid returned the smile as Hilda sat up on the cot.
"Come here." Hilda opened her arms, waiting for Ingrid to hug her.
Ingrid leaned down and gently wrapped her arms around Hilda's upper body, taking extra care not to aggravate the wounds concealed by the bandages.
"You know I'm counting on you to marry Dorothea and have a whole bunch of adorable babies someday so that Auntie Hilda and Auntie Marianne can spoil them rotten."
"I would love that." Ingrid chuckled. "Dorothea will be ecstatic to see you."
"I've seen her already." Hilda nodded. "I didn't think she was ever gonna stop crying and hugging me."
"I'm not surprised. She was devastated. As was I. When we were told that you had been killed, my heart sank...how did you manage to survive? The situation was grim, but especially before help arrived."
"There's not much to tell. I fought my hardest. Harder than I've ever fought before...I just kept thinking about Marianne and how I would have given anything to see her again..."
"I feel the exact same way about Dorothea. Anytime I've ever felt like giving up, she's always given me the strength to carry on."
"Now do you understand why it's so important to always tell the people you care about how you feel?"
"Yes. That's why I have to tell you, the thought of never being able to talk to you again or have you tease me...it hurt. A lot. I'm so glad you're all right."
"I'm happy that I survived...but I really screwed up." Hilda sighed. "I feel so guilty."
"What do you mean? Guilty about what?"
"I lived, while so many others died today. Under my command. I tried, but I just couldn't preserve the front lines. Then, I waited too long to give the retreat order. And when I did, I knew it was already too late. I'm responsible for the deaths of dozens of our own soldiers. I failed this mission. I'll never be able to face Holst again, he'll be so disappointed in me. This never would have happened to him. I knew I wasn't fit to be a leader. I'm not cut out for it."
"Hilda." Ingrid took the pink haired woman's hand in her own. "You did the best you could under the circumstances. You were ambushed and there's no way you could have known they had as many reinforcements in waiting as they did. Your brother will be proud of you and everything you're doing. Don't discredit all of the successful missions you've carried out the past five years. You've proven yourself to be an incredibly strong warrior and competent general. Don't take this one drawback to heart, okay? It's not your fault. There are no guarantees in war. Each soldier approaches every single mission knowing the risks involved."
Ingrid glanced over her shoulder toward the door when she noticed Marianne entering the room.
"I should go. Take care of yourself. Get some rest and please let me know if there's anything at all I can do for you." Ingrid gently squeezed Hilda's hand before letting go.
Ingrid then turned and walked toward Marianne.
"Ingrid. Do you have any injuries that need attention?" Marianne asked.
"I'm all right. Please, just take care of Hilda." Ingrid gently placed her hand on Marianne's shoulder and gave her a small smile before quietly exiting the room.
Later that evening.
Dorothea walked into the room she and Ingrid shared, where she found Ingrid sitting on the bed with her legs stretched out in front of her.
"How do you feel, darling?" Dorothea asked.
"I'm fine." Ingrid said. "A little bruised up, but I'll be all right."
"Let me have a look at you." Dorothea stepped over to the bed and placed her hand on Ingrid's shoulder. "Take your tunic off for me."
Ingrid reached down and pulled her tunic off over her head. Dorothea's gaze was instantly drawn to Ingrid's chest, where a patch of blood had soaked through the white fabric of her girlfriend's tank top.
"Take this off too." Dorothea gently tugged at the tank top.
Ingrid removed the garment and dropped it to the floor. Dorothea carefully assessed the bruises and wounds that now marked Ingrid's torso.
"I'm sorry I haven't seen you much since you got back this afternoon." Dorothea said. "I didn't mean to neglect you."
"You haven't. I know you were busy. There were other soldiers who needed your attention much more urgently than I did."
"You should have had one of our other healers treat you, you wouldn't have had to wait in pain for so long. I'm sure Mercedes or Marianne would have been happy to take care of you."
"It's all right. It wasn't life or death." Ingrid took Dorothea's hand in her own. "I always prefer you anyway."
Dorothea gently placed her fingertips on Ingrid's chest, below her collarbone, examining the worst of her girlfriend's wounds. "What happened here?"
"An axe cut through my armor." Ingrid said, looking up at her girlfriend.
Ingrid noticed a worried expression cross Dorothea's face.
"I'm fine. Really. It's not that serious. Just a nick." Ingrid said, reassuringly.
"It's obviously more than a little nick." Dorothea said as she noticed Ingrid wince in pain. She heard a small groan leave Ingrid's lips when her fingers grazed over the laceration, though she could tell Ingrid was trying desperately to suppress any expression of discomfort. "Stop trying to be so tough for me. You always do this." Dorothea scolded. "I can see you're in pain. Let me take care of you. Lie down."
Ingrid laid down on her back, she flinched slightly and clenched her teeth when Dorothea touched her wound again.
"I know it hurts, sweetheart. Try to hold still, if you can. I'll fix it." Dorothea then performed a fairly simple white magic healing spell. Ingrid looked down as the wound sealed itself closed, leaving a sizable scar in its place. "I'm sorry there's not much I can do about the scar."
"It's all right. I've always worn my scars proudly. What's a few more?"
Dorothea then took a few minutes to also heal several of Ingrid's more minor wounds.
"Hilda told me you took a pretty hard fall from your pegasus." Dorothea said. "Thankfully, it doesn't look like anything is broken."
"No. Definitely no breaks. It wasn't that bad."
"What about down here?" Dorothea reached down and placed her hand between Ingrid's legs, over the crotch area of her trousers. "Is it all right if I check for injury?"
"Of course."
Ingrid lifted her hips off of the bed, she pulled her pants and shorts down to her thighs. She laid still, staring up at the ceiling as Dorothea very gingerly felt around her testicles for any sign of injury.
"There doesn't seem to be any swelling. Everything feels normal." Dorothea said. "Are you tender at all? Does it hurt when I touch you?"
"Not really. I mostly landed on my back, but I'm certainly glad that you had Mercedes sew a codpiece to the inside of my trousers." Ingrid said as she pulled her pants and underwear back up. "It really helps to keep everything in place."
"Mmhm. There's no such thing as too much protection. Do you want me to get you some herbs for the pain? I'm sure your body must ache terribly. You have a lot of bruising."
"It's only a little soreness. I promise it looks worse than it feels." Ingrid said. "Maybe you should go check up on Hilda again. I'm worried about her. Her injuries were far worse than mine."
"Thanks for caring, but she's all right." Dorothea said, running her fingers through Ingrid's hair. "I just saw her not long ago. Marianne is taking good care of her. I think they're in need of some alone time anyway. Things were pretty emotional between them earlier this afternoon."
"I'm sure. I don't even want to imagine how Marianne must have felt."
"I just hope Hilda is able to get at least some rest tonight. I'd like for you to do the same."
Ingrid moved over and Dorothea sat down on the bed next to her.
"I'm so glad you returned safely." Dorothea said, continuing to gently stroke Ingrid's hair. "I worried the entire time you were gone today."
Ingrid reached for Dorothea's free hand and laced their fingers together. "There was definitely a moment when I wasn't sure I'd survive, but thankfully Hilda was there when I needed her."
"I'm grateful that you're both safe and sound." Dorothea said. "What a long, harrowing day this was. I'm incredibly relieved that it's finally over."
"Me too." Ingrid agreed. "It's just unfortunate that we weren't prepared for that attack. We lost many of our soldiers and this is going to severely push back our plan to invade Enbarr and bring an end to this war."
"It's disheartening. You know how much I want the war to end." Dorothea said. "But, try not to dwell on it." She leaned down and placed a kiss to Ingrid's forehead. "You're stressed enough as it is."
"I know you are as well." Ingrid said. "Thank you for always being so strong and taking care of all of us."
"Of course." Dorothea ran her fingers through Ingrid's hair.
"Do you want to go bed a little early tonight?" Ingrid asked.
"I think that's a good idea." Dorothea nodded. "But, first I'd like to go take a bath. I need to calm my nerves."
"Why don't you let me draw you a bath." Ingrid said, getting up and kneeling next to Dorothea on the bed.
"I can do it myself." Dorothea said. "You should try to get some sleep. I'll be back shortly."
"I want to. Please. You do so much for me." Ingrid said. "Let me take care of you."
"You're sure?"
"Absolutely." Ingrid leaned over and pressed her lips to Dorothea's.
"Would you consider joining me?" Dorothea asked. "A nice hot bath would be relaxing and good for your muscles."
"I'd love to." Ingrid nodded. "Give me about twenty minutes and come find me."
Ingrid got off of the bed, she grabbed her robe from the chair it had been slung over and quickly scurried out of the room.
After about twenty minutes had passed, Dorothea stripped off her dress and undergarments and slipped into her own red and black silk robe. The thin material felt soothing as it caressed her skin. It was much lighter and less constricting than the fabric of her dress. She left the bedroom and walked across the hall to the bathroom to meet her girlfriend.
"Ingrid? Are you in there?" Dorothea asked as she lightly knocked on the heavy wooden door.
"Yes. Come in." Ingrid replied from the other side of the door.
When the former songstress entered the room, she saw Ingrid dressed in her own mint green colored robe. Ingrid was standing next to the large tub which had been filled with steaming hot water. There were also dozens of red rose petals strewn about on the floor surrounding the tub and a few candles flickering, creating a soft glow and wonderfully romantic ambiance. Dorothea noticed near the tub there was a tray containing two sweet cakes and two glasses filled with a dark liquid which she assumed was probably wine.
"Ingrid." Dorothea gasped touching her hand to her chest. "This is beautiful."
Dorothea walked over to her girlfriend, placed both hands on either side of her face and kissed her passionately.
"I just wanted to try to do something romantic for you. For once." Ingrid said, taking Dorothea's hands in her own. "I know even after all of these years together, I'm still not exactly great at this sort of thing."
"You're wonderful." Dorothea smiled, gently squeezing Ingrid's hands. "I love you so much."
"I love you too." Ingrid placed a kiss to Dorothea's lips. "You should get in before the water gets cold."
"You first, handsome." Dorothea said, tugging on the belt to Ingrid's robe.
Ingrid blushed and ran a hand through her own hair. Dorothea then slipped her hands under the fabric of the robe and lifted it from Ingrid's shoulders, she then allowed the garment to carelessly fall to the floor.
"As gorgeous as ever." Dorothea hungrily looked over Ingrid's naked body. She placed her hands on the toned muscles of Ingrid's abdomen and gently used her fingertips to trace the defined, muscled grooves on either side of Ingrid's hips. "All those years of rigorous training have certainly found you well."
Ingrid smiled. She could feel Dorothea's gaze hot on her back as she stepped into the tub and sat down, submerging herself up to her chest and stretching her legs out in front of her. Ingrid watched intently as Dorothea removed her own robe. When she lifted the garment from her shoulders, she allowed the robe to slip slowly off of her body and eventually pool into a heap on the floor. Beneath the warm, soothing water, Ingrid felt her member twitch as her eyes wandered all over the completely nude body of the stunningly beautiful former songstress. Even after seeing her girlfriend naked countless times over the years, Ingrid always looked with same admiration, respect and interest that she had the very first time. When Dorothea approached her, Ingrid extended her hand to her girlfriend to assist her in stepping into the tub.
"Always so chivalrous." Dorothea smiled, accepting Ingrid's hand. "I'm glad at least some things never change."
Dorothea carefully sat down in between Ingrid's legs, pressing her back to her girlfriend's chest.
"Is the temperature of the water to your liking?" Ingrid asked as she wrapped her arms around her girlfriend.
"It feels fantastic." Dorothea sighed happily, she leaned back against Ingrid and traced up and down her bare bicep with her index and middle fingers.
"Do you feel like having a little wine?" Ingrid asked.
"I would adore some."
Ingrid reached for the wine glasses and handed one to Dorothea. She took the other glass for herself and laced the fingers of her free hand with her girlfriend's hand.
"This is so nice and comfortable." Dorothea nestled her body back against Ingrid, enjoying the sensation of the blonde's bare breasts pressed against her back. She raised her glass to her lips and took a small sip of the wine Ingrid had given her.
"It is." Ingrid said. "I'm so glad we can spend some time alone together and just relax for a change."
"Me too. We need this. Especially after today."
"How about some cake? Ingrid set her wine glass down and picked up one of the small cakes.
Ingrid held the cake up to Dorothea's mouth so that she could take a bite.
"Delicious." Dorothea said, once she had finished chewing.
"Mmhm." Ingrid mumbled, taking a bite of the cake. "These cakes are so much sweeter than anything I ever used to get back home."
"I love the strawberries." Dorothea said. "Admirers used to bring me cakes like this all the time when I was singing in the opera company, but I never had anyone to share them with."
"I'm your biggest admirer and I'm happy to share the cake with you, but I'm even happier to share your company. I love you."
Dorothea turned her head to the side to look at Ingrid. She slightly turned her body and reached up with her thumb to wipe a small dribble of icing from the corner of Ingrid's mouth.
"I love you too, darling." Dorothea then placed her thumb into her mouth and allowed the icing to dissolve on her tongue. "You might be even sweeter than this cake."
Ingrid wrapped her arms around Dorothea's body and buried her face into her girlfriend's thick, brunette tresses. After just a few minutes, Dorothea smirked to herself when she felt Ingrid's now semi-erect member brushing against her body.
"Oh. It seems someone's excited to be with me, yes? Or is it the cake that has you going?" Dorothea chuckled. She turned her head to the side to look at her girlfriend.
"It's definitely you." Ingrid said. "Lately I've barely even been able to get it up at all and now when I do I completely ruin the romance of the moment." She sighed heavily.
"You're not ruining anything. I love knowing that you're turned on with me. I always have. I was wondering if your friend would pop up for a visit tonight..."
"I realize that my performance in the bedroom has been more than a bit lacking as of late...I'm sorry about that…I swear it has nothing to do with my feelings for you...I just..."
"Don't apologize. There's nothing to be sorry about." Dorothea said, reassuringly. "I didn't mean that comment insultingly. You're not the only person to ever have a little trouble getting an erection when you wanted one. It's nothing to be ashamed of. This is such a stressful time in your life. I know you've had a lot of important things on your mind."
"I have, but you're always the most important." Ingrid placed a gentle kiss to the dip between Dorothea's neck and shoulder. "I want to remind you of that..."
Ingrid moved Dorothea's hair off to one side and gently kissed her girlfriend's neck. Ingrid's hands crept up Dorothea's abdomen to her chest. She cupped Dorothea's breasts in her hands and she gently squeezed them as she continued to place a series of delicate kisses to the former songstress' neck. Dorothea released a quiet moan, her nipples stiffening against the slightly rough, calloused palms of Ingrid's hands. Dorothea closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation of Ingrid lips trailing over her shoulder, while she continued to fondle her breasts. After a few minutes, Ingrid's hand began to creep downward over Dorothea's toned stomach and even lower still, until her hand had slipped in between her girlfriend's thighs. Ingrid slowly teased her way through Dorothea's folds and gently slipped her middle and ring fingers inside of her girlfriend.
"Mmmmm..." Dorothea whimpered quietly as Ingrid's fingers slowly moved in and out of her center.
Dorothea closed her eyes, she felt Ingrid's breasts and hardened nipples rub against her back, arousing her even further. Underneath the water, one of Dorothea's hands found Ingrid's thigh where she gently raked her nails over soft flesh, against the resistance of the water.
"Let's go to bed, love." Dorothea whispered as she turned her head and captured Ingrid's lips with her own, in a sloppy, off center kiss.
"You read my mind." Ingrid mumbled into the kiss.
Dorothea and Ingrid both got out of the tub and slipped into their robes. Ingrid hurriedly blew out each of the candles and they rushed across the hall back to their room. Ingrid closed and locked the door behind them, she then scooped Dorothea up into her arms in a princess carry to which Dorothea giggled as she wrapped her arms around Ingrid's neck. Ingrid placed a kiss to Dorothea's lips and then carried her girlfriend across the room, where she laid her down in the center of the bed. Ingrid climbed onto the bed and straddled Dorothea's thighs, she opened Dorothea's robe and began aggressively kissing all over her neck and chest. Ingrid's tongue darted out and flicked over one of Dorothea's hardened nipples. Dorothea whimpered in pleasure, she arched her back off of the bed and quickly slipped her arms out of the sleeves of her robe as she felt Ingrid take her nipple into her mouth and begin sucking.
"Ingrid..." Dorothea moaned, lacing her fingers into Ingrid's hair when she felt her girlfriend's teeth gently tug at her nipple.
Eventually, Ingrid removed her mouth from her girlfriend's breast only to instead capture Dorothea's lips in a kiss. Ingrid used her tongue to trace across Dorothea's bottom lip. The former songstress moaned into the kiss when she felt Ingrid's tongue slip inside of her mouth. As they kissed, Ingrid reached to the belt of her own robe and singlehandedly undid the haphazardly tied knot. When the robe fell open, she quickly shrugged the garment off of her shoulders, discarding it to land in a heap on the floor.
Ingrid was the first to break the kiss, she inhaled a quick breath and placed one more kiss to Dorothea's lips before beginning a trail of heated kisses down Dorothea's chest, between her breasts and down her abdomen. The former songstress could feel herself rapidly becoming more aroused with each passing moment as Ingrid further continued her descent. She couldn't help but squirm on the bed underneath her girlfriend as she felt the tip of the blonde's warm tongue drag down her abdomen, further dampening her already wet skin. Ingrid continued lower and settled in between Dorothea's knees and spread her legs apart. Ingrid gently nipped at the sensitive flesh of Dorothea's inner thighs and sensually kissed her way up toward her center. Ingrid wrapped her hands around Dorothea's thighs to steady her, she dipped her head down and slowly began to tease the former songstress with her tongue.
"Oh..." Dorothea sighed as the tip of Ingrid's tongue teasingly circled her clit.
Dorothea slipped one of her hands into Ingrid's hair, gripping her short blonde locks between her fingertips as Ingrid's skilled tongue traveled through her folds.
Ingrid!" Dorothea moaned loudly when she felt her girlfriend take her clit into her mouth and suck a few times before eventually returning to slowly and teasingly licking her again.
Each time Dorothea's grip tightened on her hair, Ingrid felt her member grow slightly harder as it strained against the mattress. Dorothea's hips bucked upward when she felt Ingrid's tongue once again connect with her hardened bundle of nerves. Ingrid firmly held on to Dorothea's thighs as her tongue lapped at the former songstress' sensitive clit over and over again.
Throughout the course of their relationship, Ingrid had always been quite a diligent and generous lover especially in terms of oral sex. She never tried to rush Dorothea's climaxes and she took a tremendous amount of pride in bringing her as much pleasure as she possibly could. Ingrid was always more than willing to provide her with one steady orgasm after another whenever Dorothea had desired so. She would have happily stayed buried between her girlfriend's thighs, slowly teasing her to ecstasy for hours at a time if given the opportunity. While Ingrid certainly very much enjoyed both receiving oral sex and having intercourse, she undoubtedly obtained a great deal of her own sexual satisfaction from pleasing Dorothea and also from the praise that she received for her efforts. Since the first night they had ever spent together, Ingrid had always hoped that Dorothea enjoyed receiving oral pleasure as much as she enjoyed providing it. Most nights Dorothea was indeed very content with her girlfriend's tongue tending to her most intimate desires and Ingrid's name on her lips, each time she hit a particularly sensitive spot, but tonight Dorothea found herself overwhelmed by the desire to be much closer to her girlfriend. Right now, she desperately needed to feel Ingrid inside of her. She longed for the comfortable weight of Ingrid's body on top of her own. She wanted to allow her hands to roam freely over Ingrid's sweat dampened back, using her fingernails to mark her territory along the way. She wanted Ingrid's soft lips against hers and to taste her own arousal on her girlfriend's tongue. She wanted to feel Ingrid fill her full and take her with all of her might while she listened to her girlfriend's quiet moans and labored breaths resonating in her ear, accompanying each strong thrust as Ingrid made passionate love to her. Tonight, nothing else mattered. Being with Ingrid was Dorothea's one and only desire.
"Ingrid?"
Ingrid promptly discontinued using her tongue and peered up at her girlfriend. "Hhmm?"
"I want you inside." Dorothea whispered, gently stroking Ingrid's hair. "If you can..."
Ingrid quickly got up onto her knees and wiped some of the moisture from the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand as she hovered over Dorothea, kneeling in between her thighs.
"I definitely can." Ingrid nodded eagerly, taking her length into her hand. She stroked herself a few times, easily becoming fully erect.
"You certainly don't seem to be having any trouble tonight." Dorothea smiled. She placed her hand on Ingrid's abdomen while her gaze sunk downward to her girlfriend's hardened member. "Did eating me out really turn you on this much?"
"Absolutely. You know how much I appreciate a good meal." Ingrid said, huskily. "The way you taste is sublime. I can never get enough."
As Ingrid knelt above her, Dorothea's eyes began to wander to the bruises all over Ingrid's body. She began to worry that tonight sex might be painful or at least moderately uncomfortable for Ingrid to withstand, being on top.
"If you're too sore, I don't mind being on top." Dorothea reached up and placed her hand on Ingrid's cheek. "I'll be gentle."
"I'm fine. Don't worry about me." Ingrid reached up and placed her own hand over Dorothea's.
Dorothea's hand slipped from Ingrid's cheek to her chest where she gently ran her fingertips over the fresh scar on the right side of Ingrid's chest.
"I'm okay." Ingrid said, staring down into her girlfriend's eyes. "No injury will stop me from making love to you tonight, I promise."
Ingrid leaned down to kiss Dorothea again, she slipped her tongue into the former songstress' mouth, battling her tongue for dominance. As they hungrily kissed, Ingrid pulled open the drawer of the table next to the bed, her member throbbed and her testicles ached in anticipation as she furiously searched for a condom.
"I thought we still had some condoms in here..." Ingrid mumbled against Dorothea's lips. "Wait…got it." Ingrid broke the kiss and leaned back on her knees to put on the condom.
Dorothea sat up a little and took the condom from Ingrid. Ingrid assumed Dorothea was going to put it on her, as she often did, but the former songstress made no effort at all to open to the package.
"Don't wear one tonight, okay?" Dorothea said. "I only want to feel you."
"You're certain?"
"Of course. I…didn't think you'd protest. Doesn't it feel better for you without one?"
"It feels a lot better." Ingrid nodded. "I'm not objecting. I just always want you to be sure. It's not my decision to make."
Dorothea smiled up at her girlfriend and tossed the condom away. Ingrid had always been a wonderful partner. No matter how aroused and excited she was, consent and Dorothea's comfort always remained Ingrid's priority above all else.
"It's okay." Dorothea said, reassuringly. "Just pull out. You've never had any trouble with your timing. We've managed plenty of times before."
"All right." Ingrid agreed. "So I can prepare myself...where do you want me to finish?"
"Anywhere you want to is fine."
Ingrid nodded. She leaned down and pressed her lips to Dorothea's, kissing her passionately. Ingrid shifted most of her body weight to her left arm, she placed her hand into Dorothea's open palm and laced their fingers together while her right hand wrapped itself around the base of her shaft. Dorothea spread her legs apart and Ingrid guided her member to her entrance. Ingrid gently inserted the tip and slowly began to push inside.
"Mmmm...you're so hard tonight." Dorothea sighed placing her hand on the small of Ingrid's back as she slowly began to fill her.
Ingrid smirked to herself. She untangled her fingers from Dorothea's and instead placed her hand flat on the bed, next to Dorothea's shoulder to better steady herself.
"It feels like such a long time since we last made love." Dorothea said, both of her hands sliding up to Ingrid's shoulders. "I almost forgot how big you are." Dorothea's voice was low and sultry as she sunk her fingernails into the smooth flesh of Ingrid's bare shoulders.
"You're too generous with me." Ingrid chuckled. She felt herself grow even harder at the sensation of Dorothea's fingernails leaving what would soon be obvious marks on her skin. "You always were quite good at playing my ego...not that I ever minded it at all..."
Ingrid slowly pushed further inside, burying herself to the hilt. Dorothea reached down between their bodies and gently began massaging Ingrid's testicles.
"I'm not playing your ego or exaggerating. Mmm...I love taking you, Ingrid. All of you." Dorothea whispered. "You always feel...so good."
"Uhhh..." Ingrid sighed heavily. "Dorothea. You know I'll never last if you keep talking like that. And certainly not if you keep touching me that way." She groaned.
"Hm." Dorothea smiled. "We've always had quite a substantial effect on one another, haven't we, darling?"
"Mmm...yes...we have..." Ingrid leaned down and placed a kiss to Dorothea's lips.
As they kissed, Dorothea continued to delicately roll Ingrid's testicles in her soft, warm hand. Ingrid whimpered quietly as she shifted inside her girlfriend. Being inside of Dorothea without a condom was always a strongly intoxicating feeling, she was wet, warm and tight. Just when she thought she was as deep as she could possibly get, Ingrid felt her girlfriend's muscles clamp down around her member, drawing her in further. Right now, she wondered if Dorothea was intentionally tightening her muscles to drive her crazy or if it just happened to be her body's natural response at the moment. With Ingrid's sensitivity level exceedingly heightened she felt each and every sensation much more intensely. Ingrid stayed perfectly still for a few moments, partly because she was greatly enjoying her girlfriend's warmth, but also because she knew if she didn't allow herself at least a few moments to calm down and rein in her arousal, she would almost certainly find herself facing an extremely premature climax, something she desperately hoped to avoid.
Ingrid stared down into Dorothea's bright green eyes, but hadn't yet begun to thrust at all.
"Are you all right?" Dorothea brought her hand up and gently stroked Ingrid's bare bicep with her fingertips.
"Yes. I just need a minute. You have me especially worked up tonight." Ingrid leaned down and gently began kissing Dorothea's neck.
Dorothea's eyes fluttered closed and she leaned her head back as Ingrid's lips grazed over her throat. Ingrid began to place random kisses all over Dorothea's chest, eventually working her way back up to her girlfriend's face. Ingrid hovered above Dorothea, their lips only a few inches apart.
"Goddess...you feel amazing." Ingrid said huskily, very slowly beginning to thrust herself in and out of Dorothea's body.
Dorothea ran her hand through blonde hair as Ingrid fell into a slightly faster, steady rhythm of thrusts. A pleasurable sigh left Dorothea's lips and she spread her legs a bit further apart. Ingrid leaned down and captured Dorothea's lips in a heated, passionate kiss. Dorothea eagerly opened her mouth, allowing Ingrid's tongue to quickly slip inside. Dorothea's tongue immediately intertwined with Ingrid's, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to the former songstress' core.
Dorothea's hands wandered from Ingrid's hair down to her shoulders, her fingernails scratching down Ingrid's tender, bruised flesh.
"I'm sorry." Dorothea loosened her grip on Ingrid's skin, fearing she may have been causing her girlfriend pain and further aggravating her injuries.
"I'm all right. You won't hurt me." Ingrid's tone was sincere as she locked eyes with her girlfriend.
Dorothea moaned softly as Ingrid continued thrusting in long, rhythmic strokes, while maintaining eye contact the entire time. During their years together, Dorothea and Ingrid had been relatively adventurous in their sex life and had often tried many different positions, but Dorothea had always found missionary to be incredibly intimate and the position that she enjoyed the most because Ingrid never hesitated at all to look her in the eyes whenever they made love this way.
Ingrid eventually began kissing Dorothea's neck and chest and before long worked her way back up to her girlfriend's lips.
"Mmmmm..." Dorothea hummed against Ingrid's lips. "Harder..." She whimpered.
"Okay." Ingrid whispered. She quickly obliged, beginning to thrust herself deeper and more forcefully.
"Yes...oh...Ingrid!...just like that!" Dorothea slightly raised her hips upward to meet Ingrid's thrusts as she laced her fingers into Ingrid's hair, gripping a fistful of blonde locks between her fingertips.
Dorothea wrapped her thighs loosely around Ingrid's waist, reveling in the sensations of Ingrid strongly and steadily thrusting into her body over and over again. Dorothea closed her eyes, contently listening to Ingrid's hushed grunts and ragged breaths as the blonde's sweat dampened body glided against her own. Ingrid groaned at the sensation of Dorothea's breasts and hardened nipples rubbing against her own breasts as her pace inadvertently quickened.
As Ingrid's thrusts continually became shorter, quicker and much more urgent, Dorothea knew that her girlfriend was getting closer to orgasm by the moment.
"You're close, love?" Dorothea asked.
"Mmmm. Getting there." Ingrid groaned. "I need to...pull out soon."
"Don't." Dorothea whispered breathlessly. "I changed my mind."
"You want me to..." Ingrid's breath hitched in her throat as she stared down into Dorothea's desire clouded eyes. "Inside you?"
"It's okay." Dorothea said, panting heavily. "Don't hold back. I wanna feel you come."
Ingrid groaned, her testicles tightening and an intense sensation of heat beginning to overwhelm her body as she continued to thrust with reckless abandon, desperate to bring herself the release that she needed.
"Ingrid!" Dorothea moaned loudly, feeling the telltale signal of her girlfriend's member grow even harder and begin to swell inside of her. "Don't stop! Please..."
Ingrid leaned down and captured Dorothea's lips in a passionate, albeit sloppy kiss, full of tongue and teeth.
"Dorothea." Ingrid mumbled against her girlfriend's lips. "I'm about to come." She warned.
Ingrid's entire body stiffened and her hips stalled in place as she reached orgasm, releasing deep inside of her girlfriend.
"Oh Goddess..." Ingrid clenched her teeth and buried her face into Dorothea's shoulder, breathing hard, an overwhelming sense of pleasure washing over her as she felt herself quickly and uncontrollably spurt several times. Dorothea held on tightly to Ingrid's shoulders, digging her fingernails into smooth skin as her center was steadily flooded by the warmth of her girlfriend's unrestrained climax.
The incredibly intimate sensation of Ingrid emptying herself inside her body pushed Dorothea over the edge into her own state of euphoria. In a loving, monogamous relationship spanning more than five years, this certainly hadn't been the first time that Dorothea had ever allowed Ingrid to finish inside of her, but tonight something about this particular act made Dorothea feel even closer to her girlfriend than she ever had before.
"Oh Ingrid!" Dorothea cried out, her voice echoing off of the bedroom walls. An incredible wave of pleasure washed over Dorothea. Her back arched up off of the bed into Ingrid's warm, sweat-soaked body as she wildly contracted around her girlfriend's still erect member.
Coming down from her high, Ingrid's chest heaved up and down as she worked to catch her breath. Ingrid slowly pulled back and looked down at Dorothea as the brunette's body pulsed with small aftershocks from her own climax.
"Wow." Ingrid panted. "That was..."
"Intense?" Dorothea said, gently running her fingers through Ingrid's hair.
"Yeah." Ingrid exhaled heavily, her eyes wandering over all over Dorothea's body. The former songstress' skin was flushed, she was sweaty and some of her brunette hair was plastered to her forehead. "You look so beautiful right now." Ingrid smiled.
"You flatter me." Dorothea chuckled, she reached up and brushed a lock of her own hair from her forehead. "I'm a complete mess-"
"Never." Ingrid placed her hand into Dorothea's open palm and laced their fingers together. "You're always beautiful. I'm so lucky."
"You're sweet." Dorothea removed her other hand from Ingrid's hair and gently traced her jawline with her thumb as she felt Ingrid shift inside of her, beginning to grow soft.
"I love you so much, Dorothea." Ingrid gently squeezed her girlfriend's hand.
"I love you too." Dorothea smiled.