Chapter 15's Twin. Chapter four's direct descendant.
Her hands stroked her thigh as she bent low, managing to kiss her lips.
"All of it and more, for you, Ymir..."
"Mmh," Ymir huffed, letting her head fall back on the pillow as she lifted her hips against Historia's. When she leaned forward for a kiss Ymir met her half way, one arm propping herself up and the other going to rest on her hip, rubbing the hollow of it with her thumb.
"I love you," she whispered to Historia as she laid back down, watching her with lidded eyes. Every now and then she'd tense up, eyes closing as she bit her bottom lip, and peering out to watch her wife pleasure her.
"I love you too," she told her, her hand wandered to her sex, her fingers feeling her wetness. She too some and tasted it, deciding that she loved the way she was. She went low, catching her scent and driving her to know more of it. She looked at all of her, finding it to be entrancing to look.
She got the pillow Ymir used on her and propped her hips up just as she had seen.
She gave her a kiss, then opened her mouth, running her tongue up and down from her slit to her clit, then back, tasting all of her. She groaned deeply and brought her attention to her clit, sucking at it, licking away, looking up to see what she was doing to her. Her other hand stroked her thigh, trailing her up to her sex and pressing two fingers against her though not going in.
"Uhhn," Ymir was shivering and shaking with every lick.
"Go-Gods," Ymir arched her back, moaning lowly and then ran a hand over her face in disbelief. How could she wait this long for this? It was too good...if she knew the pleasure would've been this much she would have taken Historia the moment they were safe on the wall.
"'Istoria...p-put it in," it felt so much better than touching herself as she covered her eyes, whimpering for her wife. She was embarrassed knowing her wife was watching her facial expression. She too used to having to be the solid rock than be vulnerable.
She lifted her mouth away for a moment, stopping everything but not her hand. She asked of her lewdly, "Can you please beg? I want to know how long you've ached for me to be inside of you, touching you in all the right places..."
Her free hand want to Ymir's chest to grope her, she even pinched her nipple to tease her.
"I really must know, Ymir..."
Ymir pulled her hand away and caught Historia watching her like she was prey. It set her mind on a high as she struggled to find the words.
"Hnnnn," she hissed when Historia began to tease her.
"I-I-I've always ached for you...since we became friends and y-you and I shared a bed..." she felt like a pervert for it but she was attracted to the blonde from the start. She was so kind to her despite what kind of person she was.
"B-But I only ever thought of it...I never ached until we were together... I-I wanted you in me, touching me, I wanted you on top, I wanted you-Oh, Historia, please, please," she begged, "I-I want you to touch me...take me, too...mmh please, Historia..."
"That was all I needed," she said, smiling to her, her fingers went it as her tongue set to work over her clit. She copied Ymir, going about in the same motion she did, then went to touching all around her. Eventually, she found that rough spot that was different, she was intrigued and touched it out of curiosity.
Her tongue flicked away as she moaned for her.
Ymir didn't expect the jolt of pleasure as she cried out, her legs squeezed Historia close as she moaned loudly for her.
"R-Right there," Ymir was in bliss, "p-puh-please!"
She rocked her hips rigidly against Historia's mouth and fingers. It was all too much to hear her moan at just tasting her, hear her tell her to beg, and smiling and staring up at her with great amusement.
She complied, she began to pump her fingers in and out of her, making sure to hit that spot well and without disappointment. She flicked her tongue repeatedly over her clit, loving her taste but loving her expression even more. She was driven by her words, what she found to enjoy deeply.
She removed her mouth for a moment, gasping, "Tell me more, Ymir, tell me, moan for me..."
Her tongue went back to assaulting her.
Ymir's mind wasn't working right. She didn't think before she spoke.
"Y-You're really hot," she said like an idiot, "I-I can't get enough an-and fuckkkkk hmmmmm!- I've dreamed of this for so long! It's so much better than I imagined-Historia, Historia, Historia, don't stop-I-I need this!"
Ymir didn't know what she wanted to hear. She just- when Historia gave a pleased look, licking away at her like that, Ymir unexpectedly fell over the edge as her hands went straight to her hair, gripping tightly as she keened, seething through gritted teeth as her body seized up.
"HISTORIA YOU ARE A GODDAMN GODDESS!" She shrieked, coming. It went down her like hot and cold water, rippling up her spine like an aftershock that shook her whole body into mindlessly rubbing her sex against Historia's mouth, trying to get every ounce of pleasure from her till it finally released its covetous hold on her body.
She felt her tighten and ripple all around her fingers, she moaned in such agreement before she withdrew herself completely, going to lay upon her front, her mouth sore though she sucked on her wet fingers. She was satisfied by her taste, something she knew she would have always later on.
She kissed her lips, hand going to hold hers while the other stroked her bangs back, comforting her.
Eventually, she spoke, "I have to admit...that was more beautiful than the aurora..."
Ymir was in a daze, eyes distant as some sweat came down her face. When Historia kissed her she was pulled out of the aftermath, staring at her wife. She leaned into her touch, closing her eyes.
"Tell me again how we managed to last this far," Ymir's voice was breathy as she opened her eyes again, looking like she experienced a wonderful dream.
"Been craving it for so long..."
"My stubbornness, really," she laughed under her breath, she kissed her throat," no longer virgins, are we? I'm glad my first was with you. Couldn't imagine myself anywhere else. Honestly...I could tell you needed it, all that tension, all that want, now you have it. And you can have is as often and as much as you please."
She stroked the back of her hand with her palm.
"...you tasted better than anything I've ever found in my life, you know."
"As often and as much as I please? Jeez," Ymir laughed, "you make it sound like I will need it three times a day."
Ymir grew a little embarrassed at Historia's words but only smirked.
"I can say the same about you... Glad we didn't have our periods on the wedding day or else I would've cried."
"Very lucky you are," she said, she rolled off to lay in her arms, curling against her after covering themselves with the blankets. "It's different laying with you without clothes, but I don't mind it at all. I find it more comfortable, really. Regarding your needs...you were absolutely frantic when we first held each other naked. You couldn't even think...imagine, to be riled up by the smallest things..."
She brought her leg between hers and rubbed her knee against her sex.
"Just simple things."