When Ensia Silverash picked up the phone this time, it was with trembling fingers, as though she were facing a bitter cold.
She was used to scaling the largest mountains and cliff faces with only the clothes on her back and a pair of ice picks. This wasn't quite the same thing, but the threat was clear as crystal. She had to steady her breathing. If she wasn't careful, she could die.
Well, anyway, that was how it felt at the moment. There must have been a reason they called this sort of thing the little death.
"Hello?" she answered the phone. That was when Degenbrecher — the most gorgeous woman that she'd ever known — stopped kissing her inner thighs, as if she needed another reason to hate checking in like this.
"Ensia? Hey, are you there?"
The voice belonged to someone she knew very well, all the way on the Rhodes Island landship. In the background, Ensia could hear machinery chugging and ticking, as well as faint voices and what the little Feline would consider percussive maintenance.
"Weiss," Ensia replied with a brief sigh, "you and Matterhorn really don't have to check in on me as often as you do. I promise I'm fine," she assured.
"Maybe that's true, but we can't help but be a little worried. I mean, you're all the way over there, and we're all the way over here with Lord Silverash and the Doctor. We like to make sure that you're okay." The man that Ensia knew as Weiss, and who others knew as operator Courier, had concern clear in his tone of voice. She might have been flattered if she didn't find the entire process so intrusive.
"I'm definitely okay," Ensia told him, cradling the phone in her hand while she took a glance downward. "Nothing bad is going to happen to me. I've got Degenbrecher on standby."
As if on cue, the Caprinae between the woman's thighs went back to work, resuming her diligent smooches and tender, loving nibbles. Ensia shivered with delight, and she reached down to rake her fingers through her bodyguard's lengthy, sandy mane of hair.
"Fair enough. If you want us to cool it with these calls, we can do that. Maybe bring it down to just one per day?" Courier's tone became more lighthearted. The mechanical whirring on the other end of the line grew fainter.
"Where are you right now? I hear a lot of noise," Ensia remarked.
"Passing through the workshop now. On my way to the trading post. Thought I'd see how the lord's baby sister is doing."
Ugh.
"I don't need to be babysat, Courier," the Feline muttered. Weiss heard that, despite how quiet she'd been.
"Hey, if you're going to call me Courier, then I'm going to call you Cliffheart. It's only fair!"
"If you're going to call me anything, can you do it tomorrow? I'm in the middle of something right now!" Ensia — operator Cliffheart — groaned with barely muted frustration.
"Alright, alright, I get it. I won't call so much, and I'll tell Matterhorn to do the same. We just care about you, that's all!"
"Mm-hmm…" Cliffheart nodded as though Courier could even see her. Her hand curled around one of Degenbrecher's horns reflexively, prompting her bodyguard to sample her snatch with long, languid licks. Once again, the Feline's entire body just trembled, as though a quake had passed right through her. "Weiss, lemme call you tomorrow, okay?"
"Okay. Okay! I'm happy with that, really. How's Degenbrecher, by the way? She bored without Lord Silverash?" Courier chuckled over the line, but Cliffheart was far from amused.
My God, man, get off the phone!
"She's good." Ensia almost purred from what her brother's bodyguard was doing to her. "She's fantastic…"
"Great! Alright, let's touch base tomorrow. Hey, thanks for putting up with me."
"Uh-huh." The Feline feigned disinterest. "Love you too, or something."
For what it was worth, Courier actually laughed before he hung up the phone, and the moment that she heard the telltale click, Ensia almost threw the handset against the wall. With a sigh of relief, Degenbrecher scooted up closer to the little Feline, giving her boss' baby sister a sly smile.
"They really care about you," said Degenbrecher, "but you don't need me to tell you that. Do try not to be so frustrated, Lady Ensia."
Lady Ensia — who, really, just preferred Cliffheart — groaned again. This time, however, it wasn't with frustration.
"Hey, come on, how am I supposed to respond to that?"
"You could keep blushing," Degenbrecher offered. "It's a good look for you."
"Well, I'm not the only one blushing right now," Ensia shot back.
"I don't blush."
"You are SO blushing! Your cheeks are red!" Ensia exclaimed, grinning as Degenbrecher brought her forefinger up to her lips in a shushing gesture.
"That's because it's hot and wet down here," replied the bodyguard, "between Lady Ensia's thighs."
"Wow, you really just said that…" The Feline pouted. "You're talking too much right now."
"My apologies, Lady Ensia," Degenbrecher whispered, "I'll resume my duties, then."
"Ha, yeah, God, please…"
Without further ado, Degenbrecher went back to work. Credit where credit was due, there was nothing that the three-time Kazimierz Major champion couldn't do. Whether fighting or fucking, the blonde Caprinae from Leithania was far from a novice, and such skills made her an absolute treasure for the Silverash family.
Ensia writhed in her canopy bed as her bodyguard spread her thighs and continued eating her out. She was only due to stay in Kjerag for the week, but heavens above, she was looking for any excuse to stay much longer.
While her elder brother was away with Rhodes Island on business, it was up to her to collaborate with the Saintess herself on his behalf, as well as ensure that the Silverash family estate underwent no serious trouble.
All fluff and excuses. While both compelling reasons to visit in their own right, it wasn't what Ensia had in mind when she imagined a week-long stay at the family estate. No, it was SilverAsh's bodyguard's mouth, as well as that devastating tool that throbbed between her thighs.
"Fuck," Ensia moaned, "oh, that's the stuff, right there…!"
Degenbrecher hummed delightedly, and she flicked her tongue against Ensia's clit. The sighs and whimpers that escaped the girl's mouth fueled her to keep going — to keep teasing her favorite family client with equal parts amusement and addiction.
That was just the prelude to what happened next: wrapping her lips around the tiny nubbin above her charge's honey pot, Degenbrecher sucked on Ensia's clitoris, drawing forth louder whimpers and groans from the trembling, breathy Feline who lay supine over her head. Ensia relished that expert mouth of her bodyguard's; she couldn't stop moaning even if she wanted to. Truth be told, she always considered herself a fairly decent singer.
There was no witty remark that came from the Caprinae (although, honestly, she was really tempted). Nor was there any pretense that she didn't well and truly love her job. She could practically feel her charge's heartbeat through her hands as her fingers wrapped tightly around both of her hefty horns, and brought her mouth more firmly against the younger woman's crotch.
And younger indeed; Degenbrecher was almost twice Ensia's age. The first time that they had done something like this, it was as though she couldn't remind the little Silverash enough. Lady Ensia, however, was greedy, needy, and pleady. Degenbrecher's greatest weakness lies in just how much she loved to spoil her boss' little sister.
Sure, maybe she couldn't protect the young woman's chastity, but she could give her a spine-tingling orgasm whenever she asked. That had to count for something, right?
"Fuck!" Ensia cursed again, and she rocked her hips more tightly against her bodyguard's face. "Fuuuuck, I'm g-gonna cum too quick," she whined, "oh, no no no no, baby, it feels too good…!"
Degenbrecher chuckled again, this time while her tongue was busy plunging itself between the little woman's folds. It was the sweetest taste in this world and the next, partly because it felt so forbidden to enjoy this fruit.
The taste of someone you swore you would always protect. Absolutely mind-numbing.
Ensia's pleasured pants grew faster and heavier. Her chest rose and fell with her heavy breathing, and she struggled vainly to make this moment last for as long as possible. To stretch this eternity further still.
Degenbrecher wasn't having that. With practiced bravado, she reached up and played with her sweetheart's chest. Entire handfuls at her disposal; with Ensia's mounds against her palms, the Caprinae groped and played with her body just how she liked. Once upon a time, this might have felt like defilement.
Now, it was a reminder that maybe, just maybe, you could mix business with pleasure. It served to make the headiest and most intoxicating cocktail.
She wanted to drown in it.
"FUCK!" Ensia screamed this time, giving Degenbrecher all the signals that she needed. She slurped and drank greedily from the fountain between her charge's thighs, feeling the younger woman clench and shake around her head. Ensia's lower half lifted from the mattress, where she practically floated there. A woman possessed with the spirit of lust.
"YES!" Ensia cried. "YES, FUCK!"
Degenbrecher's hands went back to Ensia's legs, clenching them tightly to keep her little woman secure. As quickly as the Feline's soul left her body, it shot back into her from heaven, and Lady Ensia collapsed back onto the tangled mess of sheets, panting as though the poor thing had reached the highest peak in the world.
Maybe she really did.
All the same, Degenbrecher cleaned her plate. She peppered the young woman's inner thighs with loving kisses, cherishing her lady's pleasured sighs and delighted coos. She licked her own lips, messy as they were with the girl's essence; her honey-sweet love.
"Oh, baby," Ensia panted, patting away the beads of sweat on her forehead, "oh, fuck."
"Have I satisfied you, Lady Ensia?" Degenbrecher got up onto her knees, showing off that terrible baton that swung upward from her own crotch. The sight alone made SilverAsh's little sister shiver.
"Yes… always… but… I need more…" Ensia spoke in-between large mouthfuls of air, and she returned her bodyguard's wicked smile.
"That's what I was hoping you'd say," Degenbrecher said, and she scooted up even closer to smack her shaft against the Feline's pussy.
"Mmf!" Ensia parted her legs again, watching as Degenbrecher lay that weapon against her crotch, as if nonverbally asking permission to utterly devastate her with that thing. Against her skin, the Caprinae's cock felt hot, heavy, and almost evil.
"Just so you know," said Degenbrecher, "you're cleaning these sheets after I'm done."
Ensia raised an eyebrow. "Ha… I beg your pardon?"
"Then beg."
As she penetrated her little woman for perhaps the twentieth time since they'd met — as those pleasured cries and desperate whimpers filled her ears with the heavenliest melody, even despite their sin — Degenbrecher couldn't help but think back to the first time that they had done this. The first time that she had ruined her had ruined everything. She was doomed, and she didn't even care. Maybe that was the worst part of it all: how thoughtless she'd been, ruining her boss' kindness and charity by stealing his little sister's virginity in how she did.
That fateful night, when she pressed Lady Ensia down into the mattress…
When she heard the poor little thing chant her name, over and over again, like a dutiful mantra…
She did her best to be gentle. She really did. But they both knew that Ensia wanted it to hurt.
And it hurt so good.
Break me, she seemed to say with her gaze. Break me, and put me back together again.
Degenbrecher wordlessly obliged, wrapping her fingers around Ensia's neck with no effort. She squeezed so tightly that Cliffheart could see the stars.
And by the Goddess, they all looked so pretty.