Somebody give me more ideas for other couples! I don't really want this to become the Bloom, Sky, Stella, and Brandon show. I was working on another AishaxNabu story but in the middle of it, I was not happy with the story idea. HELP ME!
Anyways, here is a short little story that I thought might be fun. And a VERY odd pair.
Faragonda and Griffin- Forbidden
*Set when they are younger/pre-headmistress days*
"We can't keep doing this." Faragonda sighed as she felt Griffin's slender fingers undo the laces of her corset. It was late, dark, and she had her back against a tall and wide tree in the middle of the small forest outside of her family home.
"Why?" Griffin asked as she peppered kisses on her neck.
"You know why." Faragonda groaned as she pushed Griffin away from her.
Griffin stood up and towered over Faragonda's petite frame. She looked down and her golden eyes looked down at the small woman. The woman-the fairy-that she had fallen in love with.
Their relationship was a secret and it needed to stay that way. Not only was it looked down on that two women were together during this time, but a witch and a fairy being together was unfathomable.
"Fara, you know that I lo-"
Faragonda placed a hand on Griffin's lips, "Please don't say that."
"It's the truth." Griffin replied as she looked down at the small woman. She tucked a loose piece of hair behind her ear. "Do you not feel the same way about me?"
"I do."
"Then why can't I say it?" Griffin asked.
"Because it makes it real." Faragonda lowered her head. "And then it makes me hope and makes me want you more."
"These laws are stupid and-"
"I'm engaged to Hagen." Faragonda blurted out.
Griffin's eyes widened as she stepped back.
"What?"
"That's why I called for you tonight." Faragonda whispered. "I needed to tell you before the formal announcement was made."
Griffin's thoughts ran a mile a minute as she took in the news that the woman that she loved was going to get married to someone else. She wanted Faragonda. Griffin avoided the prospect of getting married and had rejected any suitor that came her way.
"And you didn't turn him down?" Griffin asked.
"I am in no position to do so." Faragonda answered, "Hagan is a formi-"
"But you don't love him!"
"Marriage is not about love! Not for women like us!" Faragonda shot back. "If you can find a way to change the laws or convince everyone that a witch and a fairy can be together then-"
"Then you would be with me?" Griffin asked. "Then you wouldn't have to worry about your parents looking down on me because I am a witch."
"You know that my parents are not like that." Faragonda mumbled.
"But everyone else is." Griffin replied. "Are you ashamed to be with me?"
"No!" Faragonda quickly answered. "You know what they would do to you if they saw us together."
Griffin knew that Faragonda was right. Because she was a witch, she was seen as less than the beautiful and delicate fairies of the magical realm. Because of the Ancestral Witches, witches were all seen as being evil and untrustworthy. But Faragonda saw past that, she always saw the best in people and that is what Griffin loved the most about her. Griffin was tall, dark, and harsh, but with Faragonda, Griffin forgot all about the things that made her different; made her less than.
"Don't marry him." Griffin exhaled as she softly pleaded to Faragonda.
"I...I have to." Faragonda stammered, trying to do her best not to break down.
"Run away with me. We can live in the mountains or the forest, anywhere you want. We can do anything we like, go anywhere we want. Nobody will tell us what to do and nobody will judge us for being together. I would do anything for you Faragonda. I lo-"
"Don't say it." Faragonda repeated.
"I love you!" Griffin reached down and grabbed Faragonda's small hands in her own. "Don't tell me not to say it because I would explode if I couldn't."
Tears began to well in Faragonda's eyes as she looked up at the tall woman in front of her. Griffin's hands were always cold but she did not mind because she loved her.
"I love you too." Faragonda whispered.
Griffin's eyebrows rose, "You love me?"
Faragonda looked up and smiled through her tears. "I do."
Griffin raised a hand and ran a thumb over Faragonda's plump cheek. She loved the way that her soft skin felt against her fingertips and the warmth of the tears that flowed from her eyes. She loved everything about the small fairy.
Bringing her head down, Griffin placed her lips gently onto Faragonda's. This had not been the first time that they had kissed, but it was the first time after Griffin had heard the words, "I love you" come from Faragonda's mouth. And those words were meant for her.
Griffin cupped Faragonda's cheek and pressed her lips more firmly onto the soft lips of the fairy that she loved. Faragonda moaned as she opened her mouth, welcoming the taste of Griffin. Did all witches taste so sinfully delicious? She gasped as she felt Griffin's teeth bite down softly on her bottom lip.
"Don't marry him." Griffin pleaded as her hands continued their work on Faragonda's corset. The silk ribbons loosened and the corset loosened, allowing Griffin access to the underdress that Faragonda wore.
Faragonda replied with a moan as she felt Griffin's hand sneak under her underdress and touch her skin. The chill of her fingers ran up her stomach and to her breasts. Her breasts always felt so good in Griffin's cool hands.
Slender fingers began to roll a hardened nipple in its grasp, eliciting louder moans from the small fairy.
"You are mine, Faragonda." Griffin lowered her head and began to suck on Faragonda's breasts. She ripped the white, linen underdress away from Faragonda's body leaving her bare for Griffin.
"Nobody else can have you." Griffin placed a kiss on Faragonda's sternum. "Nobody else can kiss you, touch you, make love to you."
A chill went up Faragonda's back as she listened to Griffin's dark words and veiled threats. She loved Griffin's ferocity and the way that she took charge. She was a witch afterall and Faragonda was glad that that certain stereotype about witches applied to Griffin.
Faragonda felt her legs start to go weak as the want for the tall witch in front of her grew. Faragonda wanted Griffin in the way that she should want a man, the way that she should want Hagen. She couldn't marry him. She didn't love him, she loved Griffin. She wanted Griffin.
"Griff," Faragonda pulled Griffin away from her, "I want you."
"I want you too."
"I want you," Faragonda gulped, "I want you to make love to me."
Griffin paused as she felt her breath hitch. Had Griffin died and gone to heaven? Do witches go to heaven?
"Are you sure?" Griffin asked, "You would give me your...your maidenhood?"
"I don't want anyone else to have it." Faragonda gave Griffin a smile before kissing her cheek.
While Griffin didn't care about the concept of maidenhood or virtue, she knew that Faragonda had held it in high regard. Witches didn't have a need for nor were expected to hold onto arbitrary concepts like virtue. She was a witch, nothing about her was virtuous. But Faragonda was a fairy, destined to be pure and kind hearted.
"Is everything alright?" Faragonda asked.
"You want me? A witch?" Griffin was still in shock. "I...I'm not...I would ruin you."
"You could never ruin me." Faragonda sighed as she caressed the sharp angles of Griffin's cheeks. "I want you and I love you."
Griffin gave Faragonda a rare smile that was warm and full of love. Faragonda could have melted right there. Instead, she reached up and brought Griffin's lips down to hers for a passionate kiss.
Small hands began making work of the purple velvet gown that Griffin wore, exposing her green tinted skin to the outside world. Soon, Griffin had joined Faragonda in a state of undress.
"You're beautiful." Faragonda sighed, dispelling Griffin's hidden insecurities. Faragonda knew that Griffin hated being so tall, thin, dark, and...green. She stood out like a sore thumb and was easily marked as a witch. Faragonda didn't care. She thought Griffin was one of the most beautiful creatures that she had ever seen.
Griffin's hands lowered to the slick folds between Faragonda's legs. Leaning back against the large tree, Faragonda threw her head back as Griffin's fingers made contact with the sensitive numb that beckoned for Griffin's touch.
"Does that feel good?" Griffin asked, wanting to make sure that Faragonda was okay.
"Better than good." Faragonda moaned as she closed her eyes and concentrated on Griffin's touch.
The sounds of heavy breathing and the squelching of Griffin's fingers on Faragonda's wet sex filled the empty space of the small forest. A gasp was heard as Faragonda felt a cold finger slip inside of her hot center. Her head fell forward onto Griffin's chest and she began to place kisses onto the soft, green skin.
Griffin slipped in another finger and then another as she filled Faragonda, her other hand gripped her thigh and wrapped it around her leg. Her wrist began to move faster and faster as the moans from Faragonda's lips became louder and louder. Faragonda lowered her hands from Griffin's shoulders and she placed them on Griffin's breasts. Now, Faragonda wasn't the only one who was moaning.
"Don't stop." Faragonda pleaded through a moan, her hands massaging Griffin's breasts tighter.
She had no plans to stop. Griffin wanted to make her feel good, to make her come undone for her.
"I can feel that you are getting close. I want you to let go for me." Griffin urged as she kept her wrist moving at the same pace.
"I want...ah...I w...ah, Griffin...I want to touch you too."
Faragonda's hand left Griffin's breast and traced down her abdomen where she was met with thick skin and a warm moisture. Slowly bringing her fingers between the wet folds of Griffin's sex, Faragonda placed a soft finger onto the swollen bud at the top. Griffin felt the same way that she did. She loved the same way that she did. And she was going to make her come.
Small fingers began to move on the bud, moisture building with every movement. Griffin still maintained her pace on Faragonda as she let out soft moans. Faragonda smirked as she watched Griffin's eyes shut and her mouth open to release the moans that she had caused. Soon, the forest became filled with the sounds of two lovers moaning and pleasuring each other.
"I think I am going to...OH!" Faragonda exclaimed as she clenched down onto Griffin's fingers. Her legs went limp but her fingers had a mind of their own as they still moved inside of Griffin until she herself became overwhelmed with pleasure.
Feeling the tightness around her fingers of Griffin's orgasm, Faragonda removed her fingers and fell to the soft ground. The dark grass stuck to her sweat covered body and soon Griffin joined Faragonda on the ground.
Griffin pulled an exhausted and sweaty Faragonda to her chest and placed a kiss on the top of her head.
"I love you." Griffin whispered as she rubbed Faragonda's back.
Faragonda gulped and caught her breath, "I love you too."
The two women fell asleep in the soft grass, Griffin's gown as their form of protection from the natural elements. Griffin was the first to fall asleep, Faragonda's eyes trained on the stars. She closed her eyes and inhaled, the smell of dirt and the familiar smell of smoke filling her nostrils. She loved that for such a cold woman, Griffin always smelled like smoke.
Faragonda turned her head and looked at the sleeping woman next to her. She really was beautiful. She placed a kiss on the tip of her hooked nose before snuggling closer into her arms and falling into a deep sleep.
The sun was shining as Griffin woke up. She really was not a morning person, preferring the night to the day. She opened her eyes and stretched but paused when she could no longer feel the woman that she fell asleep next to by her side.
"Fara?" Griffin called out as she looked around where they slept.
Griffin saw that Faragonda had not emerged and her clothes were gone. She must have left already. She chuckled as she stood up and grabbed her purple gown. As she picked it up, a small piece of paper fell to her feet. Griffin put the gown over her head and dressed herself before picking up the piece of paper and running her fingertips over the purple ink that spelled out her name.
It was Faragonda's handwriting, that she knew for sure. Griffin smiled as she turned the piece of paper over. Her smile was short lived as she read the short message on the back of the small piece of paper.
I'm sorry. I have to. I love you.
-F
Griffin crumpled the letter in her hands and threw it on the ground. She was going to marry him. She left her...for him.
Fine.
Griffin waved her hand and there in front of her was a plume of pewter smoke and a man's face appeared.
"Griffin" the man smiled as he greeted the young witch.
"Valtor," Griffin did her best to hide her tears, "am I too late to join you?"
I hope that you all know where I was going at the end of this. Anyways, give me more story ideas so that I can separate all the characters and not have a huge block of characters and not give any other characters and relationships any love. THANK YOU!
