Chapter Summary: Miranja gets an intimate massage from Lisette and pays her back handsomely in pleasure.
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"Welcome back to town, stranger," Lisette said with a very suggestive glint in her eye and a naughty smile.
The last couple of days had been busy and taxing. On Tirdas, Miranja and Faendal had returned the Forgemaster's Fingers to Narzulbur and Miranja had been named blood-kin, to her great pleasure. Miranja had done some favors for Roggi Knot-Beard and the Dunmer mage, Dravynea. She and Faendal had spent that night in Kynesgrove and made good use of the spacious double bed there. From there, they'd gone west toward Forsaken Cave to look for the White Phial for Nurelion. It had been two weeks since she'd offered to take up Nurelion's quest, so she figured it was about time, before the poor man died. They'd ended up killing the dragon Viinturuth before they even reached the cave, and they spent the whole afternoon and all night making their way through Forsaken Cave.
They'd napped for a couple of hours at the Nightgate Inn. Miranja thought it odd that an inn was all by itself in the middle of nowhere, but she was grateful for a bed to lie on, instead of a cold cave floor. From there, they'd moved on to Solitude.
It had been a long day of traveling, and Miranja and Faendal had just sat down at a table to order some dinner. Miranja was quite pleased to feast her eyes on Lisette. She hadn't seen Lisette in nearly a month, but she certainly hadn't forgotten her.
"Well, hey there, lovely," Miranja replied, returning the suggestive look.
"You're looking pretty road-weary," Lisette commented. She lowered her voice. "Bet you could use a good massage."
"Road-weary or not, I could always enjoy a good massage."
"Turdas is a slow night here. I could definitely take care of you in about an hour. What about your friend?" Lisette looked at Faendal, who looked back at her a bit uncomfortably.
"I can certainly find some way to occupy myself, if that's what you're talking about," Faendal said. "Miranja and I aren't joined at the hip or anything."
Miranja couldn't resist trying to make Faendal blush. "Well, most of the time," she smirked.
Faendal pressed his lips together and looked down at the table. Indeed, his ears, at least, were turning red. Miranja still found it interesting that Faendal was an animal in bed, and talked dirty to her during sex, but he was very private about his sex life and didn't like to talk about sex at all in mixed company. He was kind of her own little naughty secret that way, and she enjoyed it.
Lisette giggled. "I meant, would you like a massage, too? I'd be more than happy to indulge both of you."
Faendal flushed even more. "Oh," he murmured, "no, thank you. I'm fine."
Lisette squeezed Faendal's shoulder. "Okay, but the offer is still open if you change your mind."
Faendal nodded silently, and Lisette let go and turned back to Miranja.
"Lisette, I've never seen you anywhere but here and outdoors," Miranja commented. "Where do you live?"
"I have a room here, since I graduated from the Bard's College."
"Okay, great, then I won't need to rent an extra room to avoid keeping Faendal up if he just wants to go to sleep." Miranja smiled over at Faendal to keep him from feeling like he was being talked about and excluded from the conversation.
"Nope, not at all," Lisette smiled. "So, finish your dinner, get cleaned up, and relax. I'll come get you from your room when I'm done here. Or you can come down and watch and listen if you want. Either way."
Lisette walked over to her usual spot and struck up "Age of Aggression."
As soon as Lisette had left the table, Sorex came over to tell them what was on the menu tonight, and they told him their choices. He went to the kitchen to fetch their meal, and Miranja turned to Faendal, grasping his hand under the table.
"I'm sure you're aware that this massage is going to turn into more than that. I've been wanting to get with Lisette since we met almost a month ago. You gonna be okay on your own?" They had discussed her sexuality and laid out the terms of their own relationship already. The only other opportunity she'd had to have sex with anyone else since she and Faendal had started sleeping together was when she and Haelga had gotten together at the bunkhouse a couple of weeks ago, and he'd declined joining in on that, as well. She just wanted to be absolutely sure tonight's liaison was not going to offend him. She felt kind of bad that he would have no one to love on tonight, if he didn't want to avail himself of both her and Lisette's attentions, but it was his choice. "I suspect that Lisette is rather attracted to you, too, or she wouldn't have offered you a massage. I bet we could spoil you quite well." Hoping to tempt him, she used a tone of voice like the dangling of a carrot before a horse.
"I think I'll be okay," Faendal reiterated. "I don't feel comfortable getting that intimate with someone I don't really know. Besides, one woman who's not Camilla is enough for me. Probably more than enough, to be honest."
"I know, love. I know. But thank you for letting me be your guilty pleasure. I enjoy giving you release. Filthy elf." She winked at him, and he smiled back at their private joke.
As soon as their meal was finished, they rented the usual room from Corpulus and went upstairs to change out of their armor and get washed up. They'd spent the entire previous night getting through Forsaken Cave, had a brief nap at the Nightgate Inn around dawn, and spent the rest of the day traveling to Solitude. Miranja was quite logy after her filling dinner, and she hoped she wouldn't fall asleep on Lisette in the middle of her ministrations. In fact, a nap might be in order. She changed into her comfortable homespun pants and shirt and covered herself up in the bed. Faendal offered to stay up and listen for Lisette, since he planned to get more sleep than her tonight and would probably go to bed as soon as she had left. He found a book on the shelf that sounded interesting and sat down to read.
Miranja awakened half an hour later to the sensation of Faendal's soft, moist lips on her forehead. She hummed and smiled with her eyes still closed, and Faendal kissed her lips. He was lying next to her, naked and ready for sleep but on top of the blankets, and she moved closer and snuggled against him.
"The last song ended about five minutes ago. I suspect Lisette will be here shortly to fetch you."
He stroked her arm and Miranja's heart swelled with affection for him. Once again, she wished ruefully that Camilla didn't have such a firm grasp on his heart, and that Faendal would see her as more than a friend with benefits. She turned her thoughts toward Lisette, trying to imagine what her body looked like under that furry studded armor she liked to wear, and trying to imagine how Lisette's hands would feel on her own body. Her fingertips, especially her left fingertips, would be callused, she knew. But the rest of her hands would be soft. Her skin would be milk white, whiter than her own.
She heard the door to the room next door open but not close, heard soft footsteps outside the door to their room, and then there was a gentle rapping.
"A moment, please," Miranja called. She smiled at Faendal and kissed him lovingly. "Well, here goes," she said quietly. "Sweet dreams, love. Not sure if I'll be back before morning."
"Enjoy yourself," Faendal murmured back as they rose from the bed. Miranja headed for the door, and Faendal pulled back the blankets and slid in to re-occupy the warm spot that Miranja had left behind.
Miranja opened the door to Lisette's coy smile. Lisette had changed out of her customary armor and into some light, loose clothing very similar to Miranja's. She looked even more diminutive than she usually did.
"Look at you with bed head," Lisette commented. "I didn't interrupt anything, did I?"
Miranja stepped out and closed the door behind her. "No, not at all. I just woke up from a nap. I've gotten very little sleep in the last couple of days."
Lisette started back to her room with Miranja in tow. "And you're losing sleep to spend time with me tonight? Guess I should be flattered!"
"I'll be honest: I've been wanting to spend some time alone with you since I met you last month. Gods, I can't believe it's Frostfall already."
Miranja entered the doorway as Lisette stood holding the doorknob, and stepped aside as Lisette closed the door. Lisette had already lit the candle on her little table, and there was a tall metal stand that stood like a canopy above the candle with a metal saucer on top. The saucer was half full of an oil that was just beginning to steam and release a spicy scent that reminded Miranja of Stros M'kai rum.
"That's an interesting contraption," Miranja remarked. She sat on the bed at Lisette's gesture.
"It's an oil warmer," Lisette told her. "It was a gift from Fihada, from Hammerfell."
"Did he give you the oil, as well? I'm betting those spices are from Hammerfell, too."
"Yes," Lisette confirmed. "They were kind of a package deal. Get undressed and lie on your belly."
"Payment for a massage, maybe?" Miranja asked as she started removing her shirt. She knew she was being nosy, but she couldn't help herself. She was also attracted to Fihada, and she was very curious about Lisette's relationship with him.
"Sure," Lisette replied, sounding cheerful but smiling cryptically. Her eyes slid down to Miranja's naked breasts.
Miranja tried another tack as she removed her pants. "I gotta say, that man is probably the finest Redguard I've had the pleasure to meet. I would love to get into that man's bed. I bet he knows what he's doing."
Lisette squinted at her appraisingly but still didn't budge. "Would you really, now? Well, have you told him you're attracted to him?"
"Not in so many words, no," Miranja admitted. "But I'm pretty sure there was a spark there when I bought arrows from him last time I was in town. There was something about the way he said, 'Perhaps I'll be seeing more of you.' And at dinner he mentioned Solitude wenches and the charms that lie within… he seems like quite the ladies' man, which is fine by me."
"Haha," Lisette grinned. "He likes to use that 'see more of you' line on women he's attracted to. And yes, it is a double entendre."
Lisette didn't address the 'Solitude wench' thing, but that was okay. Miranja smiled in satisfaction at her hunch being correct. But she still wanted to know if Lisette was sleeping with Fihada.
"So, has Fihada used that line on you, too?"
This got a sly smile from Lisette. "Yeeesss…" she said, in the same way she said it when Miranja asked her if she could play the Dragonborn Comes song.
"Are you guys pretty good friends, then? Do you spend time together aside from the Skeever?"
"I guess you could say we're fairly close," Lisette replied, pulling her shirt off and hiding her face in the process.
Miranja dropped the subject as she gazed longingly at Lisette's small, pert breasts. Her nipples were the pink of spring rosebuds, and her areolas were a paler pink, like the inside of a conch shell. Her skin was white as tundra cotton, although the candlelight gave her a warmer tone. Miranja wanted to take her out in the moonlight just to see her glow like a moon goddess. The familiar, pleasant, throbbing ache began between her legs. It didn't occur to her that it was odd for Lisette to be undressing to give a massage; she had already assumed that this appointment was going to be more than that.
When Lisette stripped off her loose pants, Miranja lusted at the sight of her supple thighs and took note of her neatly trimmed thatch of pubic hair that was almost as pale as the hair on her head. Lisette's pink labia teasingly peeked out from below.
Lisette smiled craftily at the naked desire on Miranja's face. "Like what you see?"
"Oh, yes," Miranja breathed, her chest tight with longing.
"Well, you're gonna have to wait. Lie down on your belly, please."
"Just a kiss?" Miranja implored.
"Nope," Lisette smirked. "Wouldn't end there, now, would it?"
"Probably not," Miranja sighed. "But who says you have to do the massage?"
"You want it, don't you?"
"Well… yes, but – "
"No buts. Shut up and lie down." Lisette took a bottle down from the shelf on the wall above the table. She uncorked it and poured a little oil into her palm then set the bottle close by on the table. As Miranja grudgingly but obediently lay down, Lisette rubbed her palms together to coat both of her hands and warm the oil.
It was the same oil she was warming in the saucer; the delicious, seductive scent of it filled Miranja's nostrils as Lisette straddled her butt and set about oiling Miranja's neck and shoulders. Miranja was acutely aware of Lisette's warm, damp pussy pressed into her tailbone, and she noticed Lisette's hips rocking fore and aft as she kneaded and stroked Miranja's tight muscles.
"Honestly, Lisette, I don't know how you expect me to relax when you're sitting naked on my ass and I can feel how wet you are."
Lisette chuckled evilly. "That's half the fun," she purred.
Lisette did a wonderful job massaging Miranja's upper body, stopping short of her buttocks and changing instead to work from her feet up her legs. The backs of Miranja's thighs were ticklish, however, and Lisette gave up on the back of her and had her flip over so she could do the front.
"What's there really to massage on the front of someone's body?" Miranja queried.
"You'd be surprised," Lisette grinned wickedly. Adding more oil to her hands, she stroked Miranja's pectorals with long, firm strokes with her fingertips, and Miranja was surprised and very pleased to find that yes, there were muscles on the front of a person deserving of relaxation and special treatment.
Miranja closed her eyes with a contented hum, prepared to lose herself in the soothing touch.
But Lisette could behave herself no longer. She slid her hands down to the tops of Miranja's breasts to the nipples, making them shine with the remaining oil on her hands. Then she moved her hands down to Miranja's diaphragm and slid her hands upward to cup the firm globes and knead them gently.
Miranja opened her eyes again in time to see Lisette lowering her face to suckle her left nipple. "Ahhh…" she sighed, relishing the feeling of Lisette's tongue circling the sensitive nub. She threaded her fingers into Lisette's silky, pale hair, satisfaction flooding her at finally being able to do some touching herself. She gently pulled Lisette up face-to-face, craning her neck toward her as she focused on Lisette's smirking mouth.
Both women let out muffled moans as their lips, then their tongues, devoured each other. Lisette lowered her body to press her breasts against Miranja's. She was already straddling Miranja's hips, and she began grinding against Miranja's mound. Miranja's hands stroked Lisette's back, slowly moving down the soft, smooth flesh to the swell of her ass, her fingertips finding the slight creases between her cheeks and her plump inner thighs and stroking along those succulent places. It was suddenly very warm in this room, and sweat broke out on Miranja's brow.
"Sit up," Miranja told Lisette, panting. "I'm going to repay you for your incredible handiwork." She pushed Lisette away by her arms, and Lisette finally stopped teasing and playing hard to get.
"I'm not inclined to argue," Lisette replied in a lustful murmur.
Moving where Miranja wordlessly directed her with gentle pushing and nudging, Lisette took Miranja's place on her back. She smiled seductively, enjoying Miranja's hungry gaze sweeping down her body, sweat beginning to bead on her own brow.
"Such an enticing buffet," Miranja smirked, crawling up to hover over Lisette's small frame. "The appetizer definitely did its job to whet my appetite. Next course…"
She closed her lips over Lisette's left nipple, giving it the same treatment Lisette had given hers, while teasing the right nipple to attention with her fingers. Lisette's impassioned moan fueled the fire in Miranja's belly.
Miranja rose up, knees on either side of Lisette's legs, and ran her hands down Lisette's sides to her hips, focusing on her cute little navel. She moved herself further down the bed so that she could kiss her way all around Lisette's belly and finally tongue around the edges of that sweet indention. Now she ran her hands over Lisette's hip bones toward her thighs, and Lisette flinched and squealed.
"Ticklish spot?"
"Yeah. You gotta use a firmer touch there. That feathery crap tickles like mad."
"What about this?" Miranja bent down and firmly licked the valley above Lisette's right hip bone.
Lisette's breath catching and her hands jumping to Miranja's hair told Miranja all she needed to know. She smiled against Lisette's belly, then moved down and licked the creases between Lisette's thighs and her mound, making sure to apply enough pressure not to tickle. Lisette was beginning to undulate her hips in anticipation and frustration, and Miranja wanted to keep her in suspense. She dropped little soft kisses all over Lisette's upper thighs, slowly making her way back to the center of her desire. She could smell Lisette's scent, and she was almost as crazy to settle in for dessert as Lisette was for her to do it. Lisette was trying to part her legs and expose herself to Miranja, but Miranja held them in place a little longer. A tender kiss low on Lisette's mound, just at the top of her slit. A light, teasing lick in the same place – close but not quite where Lisette really wanted it. Lisette was really squirming now, and Miranja was feeling evil.
She finally allowed Lisette to open her legs to her, and she settled in on her elbows between them as if she was getting down to business. She twined her forearms around Lisette's thighs, feeling the humid heat from Lisette's glistening sex, and set about kissing all over Lisette's inner thighs.
"Oh, come on, already!" Lisette cried.
Miranja laughed a villain's laugh, making eye contact with Lisette and grinning impishly. "Come on, what, Lisette? What do you want? Tell me."
"Oh, you want to play it that way, huh? Fine." Lisette narrowed her eyes at Miranja, accepting the challenge. "I want you to lick me, finger me, make me come."
Miranja's smile softened but her eyes still held a suggestive glint. "As you wish."
They continued to stare each other down as Miranja extended her tongue and began circling Lisette's swollen and throbbing clit. Lisette whimpered and closed her eyes, laying her head back on the pillow and preparing to receive all the pleasure Miranja wanted to give her.
"Don't be afraid to tell me what you like or don't like," Miranja told her.
Lisette laughed, a little harshly as she was groaning with pleasure at the same time. "Did I ever give you the impression I'd be afraid to say what I like?"
"Not once," Miranja assented. "Fair point." She ran her tongue ever so lightly up the ruffly edges of Lisette's still-closed petals, catching nectar as she went.
"Ahhh, stop teasing me!" Lisette growled.
Miranja released one of Lisette's thighs and swiped a finger upwards between Lisette's dewy lips to separate them. As she fastened her mouth gently over Lisette's clit, she eased her two middle fingers into Lisette's canal, absolutely turned on by the abundance of her slick juices. "Mmmm…" she hummed, still sucking, and the vibration brought forth a delighted shudder from the pale, petite Nord.
"Ohhh, Miranja…" Fingers clenching in Miranja's hair. "Fuck me harder." A quiet entreaty between clenched teeth. Miranja obeyed with pleasure, enjoying the way Lisette's hips met her hand with every inward thrust. She alternated between sucking on Lisette's button and long, slow laps with her flattened tongue as she continued fucking – a little harder and faster every few moments at Lisette's requests. Lisette's hip were bucking spasmodically. Any minute… any second…
With a growling moan, Lisette raised her hips and held them there, pressing herself against Miranja's mouth and fingers. Miranja continued, digging her fingers into the thigh she was still holding, pulling Lisette hard against her mouth even as Lisette pushed. Lisette's walls squeezed her twirling fingers as she struggled to stifle her cries of ecstasy.
A few moments later, her throes having waned, Lisette closed her fingers in Miranja's hair. "Come here, you," she purred, pulling Miranja up so she could kiss her. "Mmm, I love your mouth tasting like me."
Miranja only chuckled and hummed in reply as their tongues danced sensuously together. She leaned on one elbow so she could caress Lisette's breast and tease the nipple. Her satisfaction at finally lying naked with Lisette was great, but not as great as the ache between her own legs. She hardly realized she was grinding her clit against Lisette's mons until Lisette broke their kiss and spoke again.
"I can see that you're aching for your own orgasm, beautiful. Why don't you come up here and sit on my face, and let me help you with that?"
"Ooo, Lisette – I knew you were a naughty girl."
"You ain't seen nothin' yet."