Chapter XII: The Lesson in Acceptance
Moria awoke first from the dream she had induced upon the Sorceress. This was a good thing, she realized, as she currently lay atop the younger woman. She had gone into the dream standing up, and, having yanked someone in against their will after her, her body had had no time to adjust its position. She had fallen forward, landing on the first thing to which her body had come in contact: Teelina.
For a moment, she was severely tempted to remain where she was, but decided against it. The white-haired woman stood gracefully upon her feet, just as soft sounds of waking came from the woman beneath her.
Teelina's eyelids fluttered open. Her vision was fuzzy for a few moments, as it always was when she first awoke. She yawned and stretched deeply, closing her eyes and not looking at anything. Strange dream, she mused to herself. Though I doubt Lady Moria would ever really want me to be her property. She's far too.too. too something to do that
"You can think that if you want to, Teelina," came an all-too-familiar voice from directly above her. Blue eyes snapped open and stared into amethyst. "But that the reality of the matter may be somewhat different," the Ancient Dereskian finished, smiling wickedly.
The Sorceress shot out of her chair and landed clumsily on her feet, her arms braced defensively. "What do you want?" she asked angrily.
The elder woman smiled softly. "Do you not remember, little one?" She delicately slipped her hands over those of the redhead. Teelina bristled and tried to pull back, but the Ancient clenched her hands and dug her fingernails into the tanner skin of the Sorceress.
Crying out in pain, the redhead immediately stopped resisting, and Moria relinquished her grip. The younger woman looked down at her arms, and angry welts already began to reveal themselves on her flesh. Lady Moria caressed the marks gently, a strange warmth seeming to flow out of her fingertips. The indentations faded away, along with any and all pain that might have been felt. The white-haired woman then slid her hands up to the younger woman's shoulders.
The Sorceress flinched and struggled to move out of grasp, turning to slap the older woman roughly across the face. "Don't touch me!" she hissed dangerously, blue eyes flashing.
The elder woman's head was thrown to the side. She readjusted her neck and turned back to look at the redhead. She was smiling slightly. "If you were anyone else, Teelina, you would be dead. As it is, things will not be very pleasant for you during these next few hours."
Moria almost lovingly ran her hands down the younger woman's back and rested them just above the buttocks. "Remember, little one," she said huskily as the Sorceress tried to struggle away. "Of your own choice, you have made yourself mine." Her hands lingered over the redhead's hips for a long moment while this sentence sunk in. "I intend to do whatever I want with you."
"I'll fight you every step of the way," Teelina growled through clenched teeth as she yanked herself from the elder woman's grasp.
Laughing, the Ancient Dereskian waved her fingers in the air. Instantly, a pair of manacles appeared from nowhere and clapped themselves around the redhead's wrists.
The younger woman fell to her knees as suddenly as her wrists were caught. It was as if she were pulled down by the sheer weight of the bonds. Teelina shot the white-haired woman a glare filled with daggers. "I hate you," she said acridly, struggling to free herself from her restraints.
"No you don't," Moria said, laughing. "You don't love me, it's true, but you don't hate me either. Despite whatever you tell yourself, little one, a part of you is enjoying this."
The Sorceress abruptly laughed haughtily. "That's ridiculous. You're deluding yourself, Moria."
Nodding, the elder woman winked seductively. "Possibly. But consider this, Teelina: if I did not do to you what I do so often, your life would be much duller. I think you'd miss me."
"I think you're wrong," the redhead replied sharply. Her blue eyes were filled with an icy hatred.
A small smile came upon the face of the elder woman. "We'll see," she whispered almost inaudibly, and then knelt down upon her knees to look the younger woman in the eyes.
Teelina glared back at her with almost tangible malice. Moria grinned softly. "Ah, there's that dark side of yours coming into play," she whispered in an alluring tone. Before the younger woman could lash out in a comeback, the Dereskian Ancient had slipped her lips over those of the redhead.
Blue eyes opened widely in sheer shock at the elder woman's audacity. Though the kiss itself was quite gentle and would possibly have been welcomed under different circumstances, the very idea that Lady Moria Vadorian was kissing her was enough to make the redhead feel physically ill. Her restrained hands came up and pushed the white-haired woman away roughly, Teelina not caring that in so doing she put her palms directly on the elder woman's breasts.
"Get. Off. Me." Her tone was low and rumbled deep within the back of her throat.
A winking amethyst eye greeted her in response. Lady Moria gently took hold of the younger woman's hands, which were still upon her breasts, and pressed them closer. "And if I don't?" she asked, an amused tone to her voice.
The redhead clenched her hand viciously around one of the orbs of flesh in her grasp, causing the elder woman to grimace in pain. "I will make this exceedingly difficult for you," the younger woman growled.
Without a word, Moria's left hand shot out and duplicated Teelina's motion, only much harder. Her right hand went to the younger woman's left shoulder and hit it with a precise amount of force, right in the brachial nerve. The Sorceress' arm instantly went into an excruciating spasm.
She shrieked at the sudden pain from both of Moria's hands. Her arms instantly dropped and she fell further onto the floor in a heap, the shooting pain from her shoulder cascading down into her arm and spreading along to her neck.
The elder woman looked down at the bent over form of the redhead. "Painful, isn't it?" she questioned, brows raised.
"What. did .you do?" the Sorceress managed to gasp out through agonized breaths.
Moria inspected her nails while the younger woman writhed. "Nothing of consequence. I simply paralyzed your brachial nerve. Pressure points really are wonderful things. And even more wonderful is that only you humans seem to have them."
Teelina thrashed around on the floor, trying to do something, anything to remove the pain from her paralyzed nerve. By now agonizing sensations had spread like a crashing wave along her neck and were slowly sinking into her other shoulder. "Moria!" she pleaded, tears of suffering forming in the corners of her eye. "Please. make it stop!"
The elder woman glanced down at the pitiful sight before her. She smiled softly, wickedly, and knelt over the fallen Sorceress. Sliding her right hand seductively down the younger woman's cheek, the white-haired woman sighed. "You're actually very lucky, you know," she commented, bringing her other hand onto the brachial nerve and releasing the spasm. "If you were completely human, it might be too late to help you now. Your paralysis would be permanent."
The Sorceress lay upon the floor, gasping for breath. That had really hurt. She had forgotten for a brief moment just how strong Moria actually was.
The Dereskian Queen's hand still lay upon her face, but she wisely decided not to remove it. Her left arm was still suffering limited mobility, and she didn't want to risk injuring it further. Moria's left hand moved from her shoulder to her lower arm, squeezing it fairly gently. Teelina grimaced at the further strain of her weakened arm.
"Of, course," the elder woman continued, "the sheer beauty of pressure points is that there are more than one." She began to slide her hand from Teelina's arm to her neck. Her middle and forefinger extended, and she applied them to directly above Teelina's jugular vein. "I would suggest that for the rest of the evening, you refrain from resisting me, Teelina," she continued, pushing down somewhat hard on the younger woman's neck.
The Sorceress winced at the threat, knowing full well what a duplicate prod to that particular vein would do if Moria hit it as hard as she had her brachial. She nodded slightly.
"Alright," she whispered, barely audible. Tears of resignation hung in her eyes. "I'm yours." She let the tears fall down her face and trickle down onto Lady Moria's hand.
Moria nodded, and removed her hand from the tan throat, noticing with some amusement the stark contrast her skin made against the younger woman's. "Good," she whispered, dragging her other hand up the Sorceress' face and capturing the remainder of her tears. She brought her hand to her lips and carefully slid her tongue over it, relishing in the taste of Teelina's acquiescence. Smiling, she then lowered her hands and slipped them onto the contours of the woman beneath her.
As Moria's hands began to slide over her body, the redhead closed her eyes in defeat. She was lying on the floor of Grayskull, with Moria Vadorian above her, and was quite likely going to be ravished. And she was bound by her word to do nothing about it. The shame was nearly unbearable. It was bad enough that Moria had won, but to claim her 'prize' while in the very castle Teelina had spent her entire life protecting was ten hundred times worse.
Elders, she cried mentally in defeat. Forgive me.
*Do you honestly think they can hear you?* Moria questioned, once again entering her thoughts.
Teelina's closed eyes began to tear as the elder woman's hands gently cupped her breasts. She stifled a mew of complaint and looked, pleadingly, into the elder woman's eyes. "Why are you doing this?" she asked, her voice on the brink of breaking.
Moria's eyes smiled almost pityingly. She knelt forward and slid her tongue along the Sorceress' cheekbone, tasting her tears with something like glee. "Because I can," she answered softly. Drawing her face back a bit, she smiled softly, her hands gently squeezing the younger woman's breasts. "I've never seen you give up before, Teelina," she observed. "It's rather intriguing."
Silence greeted her in reply. The Sorceress had turned her face away and was simply looking, with blank eyes, at anything other than her.
The elder woman noted this, and gently took the redhead's chin between her fingers and tilted her head towards her, forcing the younger woman to look into her eyes. Teelina's eyes were empty, almost hopeless.
Moria knew what she was doing, and instantly made the necessary motions to prevent it. She plunged into the younger woman's mind, finding Teelina where she had retreated within it.
*There is no use in trying to escape me here,* she told the younger woman mentally. *I am far from being so easily fooled.* She latched a 'hold' around the redhead's consciousness and dragged her back into reality, much to Teelina's dismay.
The younger woman whimpered as the sensations of reality returned anew to her. She felt the cold floor beneath her, reminding her constantly that she was being degraded within her own home. Above her, she felt Lady Moria's hands fully enveloping her body with no sense of shame.
She was forced to look deep into the elder woman's eyes, and for the first time noticed that what appeared to be a single amethyst hue was actually several different shades of the color intermixed in a very appealing fashion. There were tiny little diamond-shaped spots of a light, almost lilac color, intertwined with a darker shade of amethyst. The outsides of her irises were just barely darker than the insides. All in all, they were quite glorious.
If the elder woman noticed the deep scrutiny she was suddenly under, she did not show it. Instead, she merely gazed back into Teelina's own eyes, running her hands along the redhead's form.
"I think," Moria commented. "That we should perhaps adjourn to a less. stony part of this castle than the floor." She gently moved her grip to the restraints that bound Teelina's arms, and both of them began to sink into the floor.
They appeared within Teelina's own chambers. On her bed.
The Sorceress squirmed beneath the elder woman when she realized their setting. "Not here," she pleaded with the white-haired woman. "Anywhere but here."
Lady Moria looked down at the wriggling form beneath her. "You have a better location in mind?" she asked, amused.
Shaking her head, Teelina sighed, defeated. "No," she whispered. "Unless we were to leave Grayskull and go to your chambers."
"I thought of that," Moria said softly, sitting up and resting on her knees, allowing the Sorceress to do likewise. "Except that if we did, my daughter could come in on us at any moment. Which would probably not go over well."
Teelina sat up and instantly cringed at the thought of Evil-Lyn walking in on them. "No, that would not be a good thing," she agreed. She was a bit confused as to why Moria had let her sit up. Perhaps all that fondling was a test to judge her response?
The elder woman smiled at her. "Teelina." Her tone was very low, and laced with seduction. "Don't move." Her eyes held a slight predatory light to them.
Teelina did not know why she obeyed, but the look upon Moria's face was enough to tell her to freeze anyway.
Lady Moria knelt in very close to the younger woman, and, ever so carefully, drew her tongue around her neckline, her teeth scraping the skin with precise gentility. Her hands moved in behind the redhead, landing just above Teelina's shoulders on either side of her.
Her eyes closing as she tried to block out the sensations, a small mew of protest escaped the younger woman's throat. She didn't dare move a muscle with Moria's teeth so close to her jugular.
The pale hands continued upward, finally coming to a halt at the peak of Teelina's headdress, the feathers brushing against the fingers and palms. With a wicked smile, Moria slid her tongue back inside her mouth and gently began to suck on the area she had just caressed. Her hands gripped the headdress and lifted it upwards, sliding it off and sending Teelina's red hair cascading down her shoulders.
The Sorceress struggled not to object to this removal of her mantle, or to the badge of ownership she knew Moria was placing on her neck. As it was, a shudder ran down her spine at the feeling of the elder woman's fingers running through her unrestrained hair.
Moria's mouth finally disconnected from the redhead's neck, and she smiled softly, drawing her face away just a bit to relish the site of the Sorceress without her headdress.
It honestly didn't feel as odd as she'd thought it would, Teelina was forced to admit. It was actually almost liberating to have her hair billow down her shoulders to stop at her shoulder blades. Idly, she looked at the much longer, white hair of her 'companion,' and marveled at it.
Lady Moria's hair fell down her shoulders and ended at her lower back. Though it was white in color, it seemed almost to shimmer silver at times, as if, as the legend said, moonlight was truly encapsulated within it.
The elder woman noticed her stare and smiled softly. Taking Teelina's bound hands within her own, she scooted closer to the younger woman and gently slid the tanner finger through her hair.
Smooth and soft to the touch, the Sorceress thought idly. Very fine and not coarse at all. She dragged her finger through the elder woman's hair, wrapping her fingers around it and almost enjoying the softness of it.
Moria smiled warmly, and slowly, grabbed Teelina's wrists, bringing her fingers to a halt. "I'm glad you like it," she laughed gently.
With a snap of her fingers, the restraints that the younger woman wore disappeared. Before she could react, however, Lady Moria had flipped her onto her back and slid atop of her, pinning the redhead's hands to her sides.
"Enough stalling," the elder woman said huskily. "I like foreplay as much as the next woman, but already two hours have passed since my 'possession' began." She considered a moment. "Actually, that reminds me," she commented, taking Teelina's right hand in hers. Flipping it so that the back of her hand faced her, in two fluid motions, Moria traced a symbol onto the younger woman's hand.
The redhead cried out in surprise as the symbol burned black and did not fade. She looked to see what Moria had drawn. It was a circle with the outline of a crescent moon facing right within it. Teelina did not have to be told what the symbol represented. She knew. Property of the Dereskian Monarchy, she thought bitterly to herself.
*Actually,* Lady Moria quipped within her mind. *That would look like this.* She cast the image of a crescent moon facing left without the circle into the mind of the younger woman. *The symbol on your hand is my personal badge of ownership, so it means: Property of the Dereskian Queen, Lady Moria Vadorian."*
"Oh, joy," Teelina commented sarcastically. "I hope that goes away after the next ten hours are over."
Lady Moria smiled softly. "It will," she assured. Without waiting for any other interruptions, the elder woman bent her head down over that of the redhead, and closed her lips over those of Teelina.
Moria awoke first from the dream she had induced upon the Sorceress. This was a good thing, she realized, as she currently lay atop the younger woman. She had gone into the dream standing up, and, having yanked someone in against their will after her, her body had had no time to adjust its position. She had fallen forward, landing on the first thing to which her body had come in contact: Teelina.
For a moment, she was severely tempted to remain where she was, but decided against it. The white-haired woman stood gracefully upon her feet, just as soft sounds of waking came from the woman beneath her.
Teelina's eyelids fluttered open. Her vision was fuzzy for a few moments, as it always was when she first awoke. She yawned and stretched deeply, closing her eyes and not looking at anything. Strange dream, she mused to herself. Though I doubt Lady Moria would ever really want me to be her property. She's far too.too. too something to do that
"You can think that if you want to, Teelina," came an all-too-familiar voice from directly above her. Blue eyes snapped open and stared into amethyst. "But that the reality of the matter may be somewhat different," the Ancient Dereskian finished, smiling wickedly.
The Sorceress shot out of her chair and landed clumsily on her feet, her arms braced defensively. "What do you want?" she asked angrily.
The elder woman smiled softly. "Do you not remember, little one?" She delicately slipped her hands over those of the redhead. Teelina bristled and tried to pull back, but the Ancient clenched her hands and dug her fingernails into the tanner skin of the Sorceress.
Crying out in pain, the redhead immediately stopped resisting, and Moria relinquished her grip. The younger woman looked down at her arms, and angry welts already began to reveal themselves on her flesh. Lady Moria caressed the marks gently, a strange warmth seeming to flow out of her fingertips. The indentations faded away, along with any and all pain that might have been felt. The white-haired woman then slid her hands up to the younger woman's shoulders.
The Sorceress flinched and struggled to move out of grasp, turning to slap the older woman roughly across the face. "Don't touch me!" she hissed dangerously, blue eyes flashing.
The elder woman's head was thrown to the side. She readjusted her neck and turned back to look at the redhead. She was smiling slightly. "If you were anyone else, Teelina, you would be dead. As it is, things will not be very pleasant for you during these next few hours."
Moria almost lovingly ran her hands down the younger woman's back and rested them just above the buttocks. "Remember, little one," she said huskily as the Sorceress tried to struggle away. "Of your own choice, you have made yourself mine." Her hands lingered over the redhead's hips for a long moment while this sentence sunk in. "I intend to do whatever I want with you."
"I'll fight you every step of the way," Teelina growled through clenched teeth as she yanked herself from the elder woman's grasp.
Laughing, the Ancient Dereskian waved her fingers in the air. Instantly, a pair of manacles appeared from nowhere and clapped themselves around the redhead's wrists.
The younger woman fell to her knees as suddenly as her wrists were caught. It was as if she were pulled down by the sheer weight of the bonds. Teelina shot the white-haired woman a glare filled with daggers. "I hate you," she said acridly, struggling to free herself from her restraints.
"No you don't," Moria said, laughing. "You don't love me, it's true, but you don't hate me either. Despite whatever you tell yourself, little one, a part of you is enjoying this."
The Sorceress abruptly laughed haughtily. "That's ridiculous. You're deluding yourself, Moria."
Nodding, the elder woman winked seductively. "Possibly. But consider this, Teelina: if I did not do to you what I do so often, your life would be much duller. I think you'd miss me."
"I think you're wrong," the redhead replied sharply. Her blue eyes were filled with an icy hatred.
A small smile came upon the face of the elder woman. "We'll see," she whispered almost inaudibly, and then knelt down upon her knees to look the younger woman in the eyes.
Teelina glared back at her with almost tangible malice. Moria grinned softly. "Ah, there's that dark side of yours coming into play," she whispered in an alluring tone. Before the younger woman could lash out in a comeback, the Dereskian Ancient had slipped her lips over those of the redhead.
Blue eyes opened widely in sheer shock at the elder woman's audacity. Though the kiss itself was quite gentle and would possibly have been welcomed under different circumstances, the very idea that Lady Moria Vadorian was kissing her was enough to make the redhead feel physically ill. Her restrained hands came up and pushed the white-haired woman away roughly, Teelina not caring that in so doing she put her palms directly on the elder woman's breasts.
"Get. Off. Me." Her tone was low and rumbled deep within the back of her throat.
A winking amethyst eye greeted her in response. Lady Moria gently took hold of the younger woman's hands, which were still upon her breasts, and pressed them closer. "And if I don't?" she asked, an amused tone to her voice.
The redhead clenched her hand viciously around one of the orbs of flesh in her grasp, causing the elder woman to grimace in pain. "I will make this exceedingly difficult for you," the younger woman growled.
Without a word, Moria's left hand shot out and duplicated Teelina's motion, only much harder. Her right hand went to the younger woman's left shoulder and hit it with a precise amount of force, right in the brachial nerve. The Sorceress' arm instantly went into an excruciating spasm.
She shrieked at the sudden pain from both of Moria's hands. Her arms instantly dropped and she fell further onto the floor in a heap, the shooting pain from her shoulder cascading down into her arm and spreading along to her neck.
The elder woman looked down at the bent over form of the redhead. "Painful, isn't it?" she questioned, brows raised.
"What. did .you do?" the Sorceress managed to gasp out through agonized breaths.
Moria inspected her nails while the younger woman writhed. "Nothing of consequence. I simply paralyzed your brachial nerve. Pressure points really are wonderful things. And even more wonderful is that only you humans seem to have them."
Teelina thrashed around on the floor, trying to do something, anything to remove the pain from her paralyzed nerve. By now agonizing sensations had spread like a crashing wave along her neck and were slowly sinking into her other shoulder. "Moria!" she pleaded, tears of suffering forming in the corners of her eye. "Please. make it stop!"
The elder woman glanced down at the pitiful sight before her. She smiled softly, wickedly, and knelt over the fallen Sorceress. Sliding her right hand seductively down the younger woman's cheek, the white-haired woman sighed. "You're actually very lucky, you know," she commented, bringing her other hand onto the brachial nerve and releasing the spasm. "If you were completely human, it might be too late to help you now. Your paralysis would be permanent."
The Sorceress lay upon the floor, gasping for breath. That had really hurt. She had forgotten for a brief moment just how strong Moria actually was.
The Dereskian Queen's hand still lay upon her face, but she wisely decided not to remove it. Her left arm was still suffering limited mobility, and she didn't want to risk injuring it further. Moria's left hand moved from her shoulder to her lower arm, squeezing it fairly gently. Teelina grimaced at the further strain of her weakened arm.
"Of, course," the elder woman continued, "the sheer beauty of pressure points is that there are more than one." She began to slide her hand from Teelina's arm to her neck. Her middle and forefinger extended, and she applied them to directly above Teelina's jugular vein. "I would suggest that for the rest of the evening, you refrain from resisting me, Teelina," she continued, pushing down somewhat hard on the younger woman's neck.
The Sorceress winced at the threat, knowing full well what a duplicate prod to that particular vein would do if Moria hit it as hard as she had her brachial. She nodded slightly.
"Alright," she whispered, barely audible. Tears of resignation hung in her eyes. "I'm yours." She let the tears fall down her face and trickle down onto Lady Moria's hand.
Moria nodded, and removed her hand from the tan throat, noticing with some amusement the stark contrast her skin made against the younger woman's. "Good," she whispered, dragging her other hand up the Sorceress' face and capturing the remainder of her tears. She brought her hand to her lips and carefully slid her tongue over it, relishing in the taste of Teelina's acquiescence. Smiling, she then lowered her hands and slipped them onto the contours of the woman beneath her.
As Moria's hands began to slide over her body, the redhead closed her eyes in defeat. She was lying on the floor of Grayskull, with Moria Vadorian above her, and was quite likely going to be ravished. And she was bound by her word to do nothing about it. The shame was nearly unbearable. It was bad enough that Moria had won, but to claim her 'prize' while in the very castle Teelina had spent her entire life protecting was ten hundred times worse.
Elders, she cried mentally in defeat. Forgive me.
*Do you honestly think they can hear you?* Moria questioned, once again entering her thoughts.
Teelina's closed eyes began to tear as the elder woman's hands gently cupped her breasts. She stifled a mew of complaint and looked, pleadingly, into the elder woman's eyes. "Why are you doing this?" she asked, her voice on the brink of breaking.
Moria's eyes smiled almost pityingly. She knelt forward and slid her tongue along the Sorceress' cheekbone, tasting her tears with something like glee. "Because I can," she answered softly. Drawing her face back a bit, she smiled softly, her hands gently squeezing the younger woman's breasts. "I've never seen you give up before, Teelina," she observed. "It's rather intriguing."
Silence greeted her in reply. The Sorceress had turned her face away and was simply looking, with blank eyes, at anything other than her.
The elder woman noted this, and gently took the redhead's chin between her fingers and tilted her head towards her, forcing the younger woman to look into her eyes. Teelina's eyes were empty, almost hopeless.
Moria knew what she was doing, and instantly made the necessary motions to prevent it. She plunged into the younger woman's mind, finding Teelina where she had retreated within it.
*There is no use in trying to escape me here,* she told the younger woman mentally. *I am far from being so easily fooled.* She latched a 'hold' around the redhead's consciousness and dragged her back into reality, much to Teelina's dismay.
The younger woman whimpered as the sensations of reality returned anew to her. She felt the cold floor beneath her, reminding her constantly that she was being degraded within her own home. Above her, she felt Lady Moria's hands fully enveloping her body with no sense of shame.
She was forced to look deep into the elder woman's eyes, and for the first time noticed that what appeared to be a single amethyst hue was actually several different shades of the color intermixed in a very appealing fashion. There were tiny little diamond-shaped spots of a light, almost lilac color, intertwined with a darker shade of amethyst. The outsides of her irises were just barely darker than the insides. All in all, they were quite glorious.
If the elder woman noticed the deep scrutiny she was suddenly under, she did not show it. Instead, she merely gazed back into Teelina's own eyes, running her hands along the redhead's form.
"I think," Moria commented. "That we should perhaps adjourn to a less. stony part of this castle than the floor." She gently moved her grip to the restraints that bound Teelina's arms, and both of them began to sink into the floor.
They appeared within Teelina's own chambers. On her bed.
The Sorceress squirmed beneath the elder woman when she realized their setting. "Not here," she pleaded with the white-haired woman. "Anywhere but here."
Lady Moria looked down at the wriggling form beneath her. "You have a better location in mind?" she asked, amused.
Shaking her head, Teelina sighed, defeated. "No," she whispered. "Unless we were to leave Grayskull and go to your chambers."
"I thought of that," Moria said softly, sitting up and resting on her knees, allowing the Sorceress to do likewise. "Except that if we did, my daughter could come in on us at any moment. Which would probably not go over well."
Teelina sat up and instantly cringed at the thought of Evil-Lyn walking in on them. "No, that would not be a good thing," she agreed. She was a bit confused as to why Moria had let her sit up. Perhaps all that fondling was a test to judge her response?
The elder woman smiled at her. "Teelina." Her tone was very low, and laced with seduction. "Don't move." Her eyes held a slight predatory light to them.
Teelina did not know why she obeyed, but the look upon Moria's face was enough to tell her to freeze anyway.
Lady Moria knelt in very close to the younger woman, and, ever so carefully, drew her tongue around her neckline, her teeth scraping the skin with precise gentility. Her hands moved in behind the redhead, landing just above Teelina's shoulders on either side of her.
Her eyes closing as she tried to block out the sensations, a small mew of protest escaped the younger woman's throat. She didn't dare move a muscle with Moria's teeth so close to her jugular.
The pale hands continued upward, finally coming to a halt at the peak of Teelina's headdress, the feathers brushing against the fingers and palms. With a wicked smile, Moria slid her tongue back inside her mouth and gently began to suck on the area she had just caressed. Her hands gripped the headdress and lifted it upwards, sliding it off and sending Teelina's red hair cascading down her shoulders.
The Sorceress struggled not to object to this removal of her mantle, or to the badge of ownership she knew Moria was placing on her neck. As it was, a shudder ran down her spine at the feeling of the elder woman's fingers running through her unrestrained hair.
Moria's mouth finally disconnected from the redhead's neck, and she smiled softly, drawing her face away just a bit to relish the site of the Sorceress without her headdress.
It honestly didn't feel as odd as she'd thought it would, Teelina was forced to admit. It was actually almost liberating to have her hair billow down her shoulders to stop at her shoulder blades. Idly, she looked at the much longer, white hair of her 'companion,' and marveled at it.
Lady Moria's hair fell down her shoulders and ended at her lower back. Though it was white in color, it seemed almost to shimmer silver at times, as if, as the legend said, moonlight was truly encapsulated within it.
The elder woman noticed her stare and smiled softly. Taking Teelina's bound hands within her own, she scooted closer to the younger woman and gently slid the tanner finger through her hair.
Smooth and soft to the touch, the Sorceress thought idly. Very fine and not coarse at all. She dragged her finger through the elder woman's hair, wrapping her fingers around it and almost enjoying the softness of it.
Moria smiled warmly, and slowly, grabbed Teelina's wrists, bringing her fingers to a halt. "I'm glad you like it," she laughed gently.
With a snap of her fingers, the restraints that the younger woman wore disappeared. Before she could react, however, Lady Moria had flipped her onto her back and slid atop of her, pinning the redhead's hands to her sides.
"Enough stalling," the elder woman said huskily. "I like foreplay as much as the next woman, but already two hours have passed since my 'possession' began." She considered a moment. "Actually, that reminds me," she commented, taking Teelina's right hand in hers. Flipping it so that the back of her hand faced her, in two fluid motions, Moria traced a symbol onto the younger woman's hand.
The redhead cried out in surprise as the symbol burned black and did not fade. She looked to see what Moria had drawn. It was a circle with the outline of a crescent moon facing right within it. Teelina did not have to be told what the symbol represented. She knew. Property of the Dereskian Monarchy, she thought bitterly to herself.
*Actually,* Lady Moria quipped within her mind. *That would look like this.* She cast the image of a crescent moon facing left without the circle into the mind of the younger woman. *The symbol on your hand is my personal badge of ownership, so it means: Property of the Dereskian Queen, Lady Moria Vadorian."*
"Oh, joy," Teelina commented sarcastically. "I hope that goes away after the next ten hours are over."
Lady Moria smiled softly. "It will," she assured. Without waiting for any other interruptions, the elder woman bent her head down over that of the redhead, and closed her lips over those of Teelina.