Langwidere took Mistress West back to her suite and laid her on the bed on her stomach, then pulled up her dress to see the damage. "Oh," she exclaimed, fingertips fluttering up to cover her mouth.
West pushed up on her elbows and turned her head to try to see. "How bad is it?"
"I suppose it's what I should have expected, but as you could tell from my surprise, I hadn't." She lowered West's dress and climbed onto the bed, laying down next to her, on her side facing the witch. She draped one arm over her lower back protectively and tugged her closer. "Thought it might have seemed otherwise, I did not like letting someone else discipline you," she said as she dropped a kiss to West's shoulder. "Please do not give me cause to do it again. Ever."
"I hated it," West admitted as well, turning on her side to face the queen. "You're the only one who's earned the right to touch me like that."
"You say the sweetest things," Langwidere said, half teasing. "You know, since taking up with me, your manners have improved so very much. I can't wait to see how impressed everyone will be at the wizard's next banquet." She paused. "You will behave, won't you?"
"I will," West promised, laying her head on one of the queen's pillows.
Langwidere kissed her softly. "Remember when I said I seldom had such an urge to fuck a woman?"
"How could I forget that? It's the first time I heard you use such filthy language."
Langwidere laughed. "Well... you're the first woman I actually touched. Only woman, rather."
"I am?" West asked, surprise showing on her face and sounding in her voice.
"There are certain things that just aren't done when one is a member of the royal family and in the public eye."
"You're still a member of the royal family and in the public eye," West pointed out, one eyebrow raised.
"You made me take leave of my senses," Langwidere said with a wry smile. "I couldn't behave like a perfect young lady around you. It is entirely your fault that my virtue is now questionable..." She kissed her again, letting one hand play in the witch's tangle of hair.
"I think your virtue is perfect just the way it is," West said happily, leaning into the touches. "May I see your face, Lady Ev?"
Langwidere nuzzled her and with a sigh removed her mask, at least knowing she wouldn't have to endure ridicule or endless questions, or worst of all pity, from Mistress West. She set the mask on her night table and turned back to the witch, feeling naked.
"Maybe someday you'll tell me about them," West whispered, tracing the one beside Langwidere's eye with the tip of a gentle finger. She captured whatever protest the queen was about to make with a kiss. "I said maybe someday," she reiterated. "I didn't say tonight and I didn't say definitely."
"There is something I definitely want to do tonight, though," Langwidere suddenly said.
"And what might that be, my lady?" West asked, intrigued.
"You'll find out in the due course of things," Langwidere replied blandly.
"Tease," West chided, then slid her lip out in a childish pout. "That spanking still really hurts."
"Poor baby," Langwidere murmured, lightly biting the witch's cheek. "Lie on your stomach."
West complied, folding her arms beneath her head. She shivered when she felt her dress being lifted, the hem draped across her back, the cool air of the night from the broken window blanketing the now exposed skin. She expected to maybe feel the queen's hands on her backside, but when she felt a warm, wet tongue instead she nearly shot off the bed, a moan of pleasure torn from her throat.
Pleased with the violently strong reaction, Langwidere smirked and continued to run her tongue along the purpling bruises on the witch's bottom. "These bruises are ghastly," she teased, kissing her way across one cheek and then the other. "Someone horrible must have done this."
"She's practically barbaric," West agreed with a languid moan. "Do you know she punishes me when I misbehave?"
"No! How often is that?"
"Less than some... more than most," West said cheekily.
"She sounds dreadful."
"She is." West turned to look at the queen over her shoulder, then lay her head back down. "But she's also very good to me..."
"Oh?"
"She calls me little witch, even though I'm far, far older than she. Don't tell her I like it."
Langwidere laughed delightedly and continued kissing the witch's bruises. "I won't." She carefully turned Mistress West onto her back, and without giving her time to adjust, swiped her tongue between the witch's legs.
"Fuck- Oz - fuck!" West shouted, startled but obviously thrilled. "What are you doing?" She had been with plenty of women but none of them had ever gone as far as to do that for her. It was generally unspoken that some things, even amongst the dregs of society, were not done.
Chuckling wickedly, Langwidere repeated the action, her eyes alight with mischief.
West grabbed handfuls of perfect curls and tried her damndest not to pull the queen's hair.
She failed, but Langwidere didn't seem to mind, and in fact just the opposite - she licked harder.
"You're going to shatter me," West exhaled, finding it hard to get air back in.
"I've plenty of servants to clean up the mess," Langwidere said tartly, then turned serious and whispered "shatter away" as she slipped her tongue inside.
The sensation was indescribable and she lost control almost instantly, unable to stop whatever embarrassingly desperate curses she made as she did indeed come apart under Langwidere's wicked tongue.
When the witch stopped shaking, Langwidere crawled up her body and kissed her. "That's what I definitely wanted to do tonight," she said, rolling onto her side and pulling the witch close.
West was too overwhelmed to answer, so she just curled into the queen and closed her eyes.
"Are you all right?" Langwidere asked, holding her and rubbing her back.
West nodded, curling closer, feeling as though she could fall asleep without poppies for the first time in years.