Chapter 7
After their night together, Tyris sent Barbara away to Morrowind where she was to be taken under the care of a Dunmer noble family who happen to be close friends with Tyris. The princess was to be trained under the young daughter, Vivyne, who also happened to be the same Dark Elf who defeated Barbara at the arena tournament, much to the Breton girl's surprise.
For a young Dunmer, Vivyne was an accomplished Nightblade, adept in the art of thievery, assassination, and sorcery, including necromancy. This meant she was not only going to train Barbara in these arts, but also introduce her to magic, which the young Dark Elf mistress was do, as she had some interest in the princess ever since the human showed skill in combat, but even more interest after Barbara showed she had an unusually knack for magic, which was something Vivyne's family said they haven't seen since the young Dunmer daughter herself.
Nearly six months had passed since the training first began. One afternoon, Vivyne was having another sparring session with Barbara in her private training compound, where the two of them could always be alone. In their sparring sessions, both women donned tank tops, tight flexible hosens, and foot wraps.
With short sword and long dagger in hand, Vivyne stepped in front of Barbara and slid into a battle crouch. Both slid into their own battle stances, and without another word, they rushed each other and attacked. Tempered steel clashed and sparked, their blades whirling from attack to block to parry to counterstrike.
When they pulled away from each other fifteen minutes later, gasping doggedly for breath, Vivyne laughed, blowing stray streamers of hair from her face. "Well done, princess! It is about time you stopped being so defensive and started cutting loose with your attacks. I swear, sometimes you hoard your blocks to you like an old woman."
With that said, they soon move on to hand-to-hand combat sparring. Barbara first gave a front kick, only for it to be blocked. She quickly went for a combo of two straight punches, a backhand punch, and a high roundhouse kick, all which were blocked, while the low kick that followed missed. Then she was quick to grab and hold Vivyne's wrist with one hand, before she threw a backhand punch to which the Dunmer ducked under, before she broke her wrist free.
Now it was Vivyne's turn. She quickly went for a combo of two straight punches, a backhand punch, and a high roundhouse kick, all which were blocked, while the low kick that followed missed. Then she was quick to grab and hold Barbara's wrist with one hand, before she threw a backhand punch to which the Breton ducked under, only to discover that Vivyne had anticipated her movement when the Vivyne's hand gained a twisting grip on her neck and shoulder, before forcing the princess down to her knee, and forced her to be held that way when she tried to get up.
"Not bad," said Vivyne.
Barbara broke her arm free and grabbed the arm that held her down. She tried to throw Vivyne, but the Dunmer woman was quick to perform a flip to land on her feet. Barbara came at her with a punch and kick, followed by a back kick, but they were all blocked. Vivyne than came her also with a punch, kick, and back kick, but then she somehow anticipated Blaze's moves again when she blocked the next backhand punch, allowing Vivyne's hands to grab Barbara's wrist and shoulder again, while knocking Barbara's hand away with front kick when she tried to stop her. Vivyne then forced the Breton down to her knee once more.
"Your technique is still lacking something," said Vivyne. "If you won't fight with all of your heart, there is no hope for you."
Barbara quickly broke free and snuck behind Vivyne, grabbing her and performing a throw, but before Vivyne's body could crash into the ground, Vivyne somehow managed to land back on her feet, and then Vivyne ended up grabbing Barbara and successfully throwing her down. Weakened by this beating, Barbara managed to get back up on her feet, but Vivyne appeared behind her and knocked her out with a knifehand chop to the back of her head.
Once Vivyne calmed herself after the fight was over, she walked around the unconscious princess, chuckling and smiling wickedly. She gently used her foot to move her knocked out opponent so that the Breton was lying on her back.
Then Vivyne knelt down, and gently caressed the human woman's hair, before she tilted the head and whispered in the ear. "You are strong as you are beautiful, princess. You would make an excellent rival one day. Until then, train harder and get stronger for me."
Of course, the art of thievery, assassination, and sorcery, including necromancy, wasn't the only training Vivyne offered to Barbara. Throughout all their time together, the two young women grew close, too close, to the point where Vivyne used her art of seduction and manipulation on the princess and turned their relationship into an intimate one, not only because she found the human girl to be a beautiful object of desire for her to manipulate into a body slave fulfilling her own desires, but also because her parents thought it would be beneficial for their house if they have the princess under their influence and manipulation, should she ever reclaim her kingdom.
One night, Vivyne invited Barbara to her private chamber. the princess stepped barefooted in her lace nightdress into the luxurious black chamber, decorated with dark carpets and drapes. There on the large bed, Vivyne lay nude on her stomach over the warm black bedsheets, her skin gleaming like satin in the moonlight, black hair cascading over her shoulders. Her graceful body was lithely muscled, and the princess's eyes traced the curves seemingly of their own will, from the rounded shoulder down to her back, over the taut curve of her buttocks and along her legs, cocked back at the knees and ankles crossed lazily. Much of the swell of her breast was concealed by her arms, but there was more than enough visible to make the princess's mouth go as dry as a desert. By the divines, Vivyne was beautiful. Was this the natural beauty of females among dark elves, or was Vivyne an exception?
When Vivyne got off her, she slowly walked towards the princess, allowing the human to gaze at her sinuous dark form and movement of sexy confidence. Face to face, the Dunmer quickly grabbed the human's lace nightdress with both her dark hands, and instantly ripped it out with just one quick pull, leaving her only in her black bra and panty. Barbara made no gesture or sound of protest, rather she fully allowed herself to be stripped of her clothing, even as Vivyne smirked and chuckled being allowed the freedom to do so as she ripped the princess's bra and panty off with one pull each, leaving the Breton in her pale nude form, much to the Dark Elf female's delight.
"Kiss me, as if you were kissing your true love," said Vivyne.
The Dunmer embraced the princess, holding her face with one hand. The kiss was slow, gentle, tender. The Breton girl could feel the Dark Elf woman's gentle breathing, feeling her passion as their lips were pressed. The queen slowly and gently pulled her lips away from the princess. They looked at each other in awe for a short moment. Then Vivyne moved her hands over Barbara's shoulder and neck shoulder as she pressed for another kiss, one that was passionate.
During the next few minutes, the two were kissing and making out, lips pressed tightly, tongues dancing, and hands exploring. Sometimes when their lips parted, they would tease each other by gently rubbing their noses together, brushing their lips with one another, and then surprising each other by slowly rubbing a graceful skilled tongue on the other's lips, further enticing one or the other into more kissing that ranged from tender, deep, passionate, and hungrily. They would even kiss, lick, and nibble each other's shoulder, neck, face, and ear, while the other closed their eyes and relaxed, letting the other female fill them with pleasure and sexual excitement, leading to let outs of quiet gasps and moans.
Then the Dunmer and Breton females crushed their bodies together, bust to bust, each having one arm wrapped around each other's waist, while the other arm over each other's shoulders and around their necks. They pressed their lips for a deep, passionate kiss. Every time one of them felt like pulling their lips apart, they felt they were trapped as they just couldn't help but make sure to keep their lips locked as thy pressed the kiss deeper and tighter, while their tongues snaked their way in to rub, dance, entangle and wash each other's tongues and the inside of their mouths. At the exact same time, both women popped a leg up, and also they both moaned positively at the exact same time, each time and every time, like they were fully in sync as they kept their lips locked deep and tight, enjoying the taste of each other, while letting each other be filled with each other's own taste.
When they slept with each other that night, it was exquisite. There are no other words for it. Like a fine wine they've heard about all their lives, and when they finally taste it, it actually exceeds their expectations. It would have been impossible for one not to love the other. Barbara and Vivyne felt they had the most exquisite females they could imagine from among both their races, and were compelled not wanting to let each other go for anything.
The echoing call of the city's bird marked the beginning of another day. Barbara blinked her eyes open, taking in the opulent bedroom, nestled deep in the folds of silk and satin of Vivyne 's expansive bed. The only illumination emanated from a magical flame from the distant, ever-burning corridor lamp.
Barbara began to stretch, only to stop herself as she felt a warm soft body snuggling close, a thin arm with midnight-gray skin draped protectively over her own abdomen.
The princess could not stifle a contented yawn, and the Dunmer stirred behind her. "Mmmm...sleep well, princess?"
The blonde Breton nodded. "Always in your arms, Mistress."
"That pleases me." Vivyne pulled Barbara close, molding her body tight against the princess. She absently began rubbing the human girl's flat tummy. The princess giggled, before she felt gentle lips kiss her earlobe, a pleasurable shiver rippling through her. The human girl leaned back into Vivyne's warmth, offering herself.
The Dunmer kissed her neck, nibbling on her shoulder. Barbara whimpered in pleasure as gray fingers caressed her full breast. The fingers orbited her soft mound for an agonizingly long time before they tweaked at Barbara's sensitive nipple. The Breton's own hand reached back, sliding gently along a sinuous thigh pressing against her own. The Dark Elf rolled her over onto her back, leaning up to kiss her lip to lip. Their tongues danced.
The Dunmer's hand glided lower, shifting between Barbara's legs. The human girl opened herself, gasping, loving Vivyne's expert fingers as her lover teased and tickled her creamy thighs. Their kiss turned longer, deeper, Barbara whimpering throatily as a fingertip slowly worked its way into her.
The fingers circled inward, exploring, stretching, the heel of the Dunmer's dark thumb vibrating gently over her nubbin. Vivyne broke the kiss looked down at her pale lover, smiling as Barbara thrashed about in ecstasy, murmuring soft prayers to the divines the deeper the Dunmer's dark fingers probed.
Vivyne nibbled and licked the Breton girl's slightly pointed ear, seeing the princess's whole body tense, her thighs quivering sharply. She knew Barbara was fast approaching her precipice. "Come for me, princess," she commanded with a soft whisper in Barbara ear. "Show proper tribute."
Barbara, controlled by the Dark Elf's manipulation and fallen under her spell, was sent instantly over the edge of orgasm by Vivyne's sex-soaked words. She moaned and thrust her quivering hips hard into the air, her innermost folds spasming powerfully around the fingers deep within her. For many long heartbeats she hung suspended there, climaxing for her lover, until finally she collapsed back onto the bed, gasping from exertion.
Vivyne cooed, pleased, even as she shifted onto her knees over Barbara's head, a leg next to each of the human girl's ears. The princess immediately licked up, making contact with Vivyne's already moist treasure. The Dunmer moaned in pleasure, arching her back and rubbing her breasts. "Good princess," she encouraged. Barbara repeated on Vivyne with her tongue what the Dunmer had done to her moments before with fingers. Her lover gasped audibly. "Very good, princess."
Her lover bent down, and suddenly Barbara felt a hot tongue on her own sex. Vivyne's body felt warm and sinuous on top of Barbara's own, their skin a contrast of light and dark. Barbara bent back up to her task, lapping hungrily. Her lover's cleft always had the most pleasant taste, like salty wine. Her tongue orbited the outer lips, slowly sinking into the Dunmer's depths.
Her lover hugged her tight even as the Dunmer lathed the Breton girl's entire sex, inside and out, top to bottom. Barbara brought her fingers into play, sliding two into her lover's drenched crevice. The Dunmer began the quivering and gasping Barbara well recognized as her build-up to orgasm. A few more licks, and the Dark Elf arched her back and cried out, her clit spasming hard against Barbara's expert tongue. It wasn't long afterward until Barbara was licked to a second shattering orgasm.
The two females lay there afterward, one on top of the other, gasping and reveling for a moment in their physical intimacy. Then the birds cried again, and Vivyne sighed. "I'm afraid we must start the morning, princess." She pushed herself off, allowing Barbara to roll off the bed.
As the Breton bent to gather her clothes, Vivyne slapped her behind, just enough to sting. Barbara straightened and looked back to see the Dark Elf smiling.