(Disclaimer: This story, though built on actual conversation and events taken from my home game of Dungeons & Dragons, did not occur as it is written in this story. This story is an alternate universe of the campaign in which, when Kaseh's lover-who was a succubus turned good-died, she did not return to Hell. So Kaseh sending the party to Hell was not in desperation to save her and get her back, but out of idiocy and following of blind emotions.)
Hell, as it appears, is far more complicated than most would assume. Most would just believe that the layers of Baator are chaotic and full of unnecessary evil. Even several religious groups would consider this of the devils of the layers. Kaseh Fiwe was no different.
Having left her small town of Cross at a young age, seeking to become a hero like the ones she read of in fantasy tales, she made for the city of Dorwyne. It wasn't a bustling city like the mage and spellcraft metropolis of Vano, but Dorwyne had its renown. It was a place of religion and worship, with the most significant focus on the Gods of the Triumvirate: Pelor, Zodal, and Heironeous. It was in the Temple of Heironeous where Kaseh found her calling, drawn to his order and code. Of duty and devotion. She trained and studied for five years under paladins of great accomplishment, such as Lady Vash, Ironbeard, or even the egotistic Ser. All taught her to hone her mind to the nature of Heironeous, the god of chivalry, justice, honor, war, and valor. To study the scriptures from which she drew her oaths and bolstered her power. Her body sharpened, honed for battle against the evils of the world. And when the time came, she claimed her oaths: to be honest, to be courageous, to be compassionate, to have honor, to retain duty, but most of all, to be devoted to the ones she cares about.
Throughout the months following her return home, life changed. She realized the truth of the heroes in stories and fought against herself and others to escape the path placed upon her. How different the truth from the fantasy. She trained to face such adversaries, but even the physically strong can fall to the monstrous reality. And in the wake of her actions-reckless and driven by pure emotion-she shunted herself and her friends to the depths of Hell after an offer to finally receive the answers she sought.
The seventh layer, Maladomini, was their landing spot, a random decision made seemingly by throwing a die. It is the layer of politics and flesh markets, where trades large and small are processed through coins of soul and barter of flesh. Though her actions widened the gorges that are the fractures of trust and friendship between herself, Millie Starvale, Ankathi, and Addryn Faenore, Kaseh began to realize her mistakes.
And she sought to fix it.
She began an effort to mend the bridges her rampant emotions started to burn, talking- honestly talking-with her friends and seeking solace where once she thought there was none. It has not been a quick process, nor an easy one, but there is hope in her eyes and her heart.
And there is love.
After an intense and life-threatening battle with a devil who gorged upon an ancient artifact, the party found themselves following their friend Millie-as well as guided by a reporter imp seeking the rights to the group's story-to a place known as the Smuggler's Den. A hidden city within a city, known only to imps and those granted the knowledge. A place of rising and of creation, as well as crime and plotting. Small though are the tents and huts of the place, the party was surprised to find some residents of human height. Moreso, they were shocked by the hospitality of the imps, granting them access to wash themselves and relax in hot springs as well as receive massages or other pleasures, should they wish. As such, the party broke apart to recoup in their own ways.
Addryn, a slim drow of roughly 6 feet with short trimmed dark and silvery hair, child of Boccob and practicing artificer-having learned in Vano-took the time to study the few creations of imp artificers before finding a group of imps basking to the side of the springs. They were lounging and sunk into their chairs, hardly a part of the world as it was. Whatever plane they were on at that point, it was not the same as himself and the others. But, Addryn was intrigued. Propelled by a propensity for curiosity and knowledge, especially when it came to the arcane. And with an offer in kindness from the imps lazing about, he took in the smoke of a drug far beyond his limits. It was muted and flavorless, like the smoke of a pure flame. But, upon the backend, it stung, sharp and poised to affect him.
Truly, it was a bad idea.
On the brightside, however, it soothed him. Gave him peace in a moment of desperation and agitation.
The same occurred for Ankathi-a roughly 6 foot illithid once known as Almar Scio, sorcerer of necromantic powers learned in Vano's depths-as he was passed a strain of drug known simply as Owlbear Cooch. A particularly strong drug heralding from the southern reaches of the continents from the Material Plane. He was reticent at first, but the stress of the days had been wearing him thin. He gripped the rod and brought it to his tentacled face. He inhaled, drawing the smoke deep into his otherworldly lungs. It was pungent and sour, biting the tongue and singeing the throat. Strong. One hit of it effectively rendered him useless for the rest of the night, granting everyone a peace of mind for at least a fragment of a moment.
Kaseh-an aasimar of a stature at 5 foot 1 inches with a petite yet muscular tomboyish build and pixie-cut golden hair of which complimented her pale skin-however, kept away from hard substances and reflected on a previous conversation nights ago that Ankathi had had with her. Look deeper into them. Keep using them. And never forget that you are Kaseh Fiwe. It is important you never forget your humanity. He had said to her, calm then harsh, flipping between emotions with the torrent of a hurricane. But, he had a point. And the least she could do is actually listen to him rather than letting her emotions dictate her actions.
So, as they entered the springs, humidity filling the room with a damp warmth, Kaseh took off her armor and her clothes, leaving herself barren as she sank into the water. There, she reflected on her powers. Tried to look deeper into herself and what spawned her powers. What differences were there between when she first took her oaths, compared to when she broke them, then when she rekindled them days ago? And what about her flight? Her wings? Were they all of the same source or were they more? For all her life, she had known herself to be human, nothing more. But in light of recent findings about Ankathi and Addryn, was that really all she was? Or was there more to her?
All of them, questions she had and more. But she couldn't piece together much.
Especially as a soft voice spoke out to her.
Millie.
As they had entered the onsen, Millie-a firbolg cleric of Boccob standing just over 7 feet tall with long and flowing black hair sprinkled with midnight blue highlights and of which paired nicely with her blueish-white skin-had gladly torn the clothes from her body and strode in with confidence, seeking relaxation. Her life had been flipped on its head from the moment she followed the others into a dungeon, leaving the life of a cleric librarian in Vano behind. Trading it for a life of adventure. And constant headaches. As such it left very little personal time and even less moments of relaxation. So in this rare moment, Millie capitalized. And, to her delight, she was offered a wonderful massage by a few imps as they led her to a spot to lie down so they could work their magic. It was blissful, the feel of a dozen tiny hands pressing into the tense muscles which hadn't had a break in so long.
Eventually, however, Millie dismissed the imps and walked over to Kaseh, who was deep in thought at the time, still tense even in this moment of respite.
With a softness of a feeling hidden away, she spoke. "Hey, dear, would you like a massage?"
Kaseh opened her eyes to the gentle sound of her friend's voice as she loomed over her. Her eyes flickered with the divinity contained within her blood and she appeared serene, slightly curious, and just faintly perplexed.
She smiles at Millie.
"I would love that, thank you."
Millie nods gently, a small smile cutting across her face. She lowered to sit behind Kaseh, pulling the much smaller aasimar between her legs. Her hands came to rest upon the paladin's shoulders, preparing to start the motions of a masseuse, albeit unpracticed or taught.
She began to squeeze firmly, using the limited knowledge she had obtained from the imps and the knowledge she had from her clerical training to relieve the tension from Kaseh's body. It was a sincere gesture. Thumbs pressed and rubbed against the trapezius, taking small, slow movements before shifting to the deltoid. With each passing second, Kaseh began to melt away into each press and roll of fingers upon her stiff shoulders. She leaned back, blonde hair coming to rest against blueish-white skin as she leaned into the embrace. It had been a while since she felt so calm, so soothed.
A while since she had felt so cared for.
A while since she had felt the touch of another woman upon her skin.
"That's wonderful. Where ever did you learn to do this kind of thing?" Kaseh sighed, draped against the taller woman.
"From the imps. They gave me a massage not long ago. I watched what they did and thought you could use the same."
"You could have just sent the imps over."
Millie chuckles quietly, "I could have, yes, but that would defeat the purpose."
"Oh, really? And what purpose would that be?"
The movements of Millie's hands stops as she looks up to see Cyrus-once a Knight of the Nine, the law of Hell and under the command of Azmodeus, and their cambion guide to the Hells-as he uses his wings to cradle Ankathi, who doesn't even realize. He was zoned out, the drug taking him far beyond the planes he knew.
She motions to them with her hand.
"That could be us," she utters.
"For a cleric of Boccob, you are quite the temptress. Massages, gentle words, it's all more than I would have expected from you," Kaseh replies.
"I don't see how this goes against the values of Knowledge and the Arcane. My God is a neutral lord after all."
"It doesn't, I'm just…sort of surprised by it, to be honest. I mean, the paladins I trained with weren't too worried about the beauties of love and sensuality. The same typically goes for a lot of pious I meet. You are quite the change of pace. Especially compared to how you've been acting in recent weeks. I mean, I had thought that-due to my actions-you hated me. Or at least loathed me for my egotistic and careless actions."
Millie remained silent before speaking again, reflecting.
"Kaseh despite the times in which you've upset, disappointed, or even angered me. No matter what you've done, there has never been a sliver of a thread of malice or hatred for you in my heart."
Her hand slowly slides down Kaseh's arm. Uncalloused palms, soft from months of handling page after page of scroll and tome, trail their way across rugged paleness, traipsing over each story yet to be told. Each memory contained within each scar. She wants to show the paladin the depths of her feelings. The longing and the desperation. Finally, she wants to open her heart to someone beyond the fictional. Pages of smutty erotica which she would often read held no candle to the true beauty of another, the feel of their skin on hers-though her love of the Harpsichord Daggers series was quite close. Now, she was finally doing it.
She opened her mouth to continue, but Kaseh spoke.
"Thank you. It's nice to know that someone doesn't immediately despise my being." She casts a gentle smile up at the firbolg. It melts her heart. "Though, I am quite curious to know what drew you to me only now? Surely the more opportune moment would have been in the library, after I broke my oaths."
A shuddering sigh welled in Millie's chest.
"Well, in the library, you had essentially just met me and I, you. So you weren't exactly someone I had eyes for at the time. On top of that, you had just lost Kiedra. I know you loved her and I wanted to give you time to be you. To be alone and grieve. And now that we're so close to reaching the end of all of this, I feel that I am losing my chance to speak my mind before it's too late. I want a chance, at the least, to say that I tried."
Millie relinquishes her breath, the sigh that had been building in her, filled with worry that this was the end of the road. Kaseh's golden hair, hewn short and boyish, pulled away from Millie's skin, the feel of its rugged smoothness gone. The paladin had turned to look up at the firbolg. There was softness and care in the golden eyes that met yellow amber. She took Millie's hand in her own as her voice, quiet and kept between them, spoke.
"I wish you would have spoken about this to me so much sooner. In too many moments from the moment we lost her to now, I have desperately needed someone. How many of the actions I've made could have been avoided had I felt such passion sooner? But, time is fleeting and we face a looming threat we don't understand. So, there is no better time than the present and what we have."
Slowly, Kaseh pulls close to Millie. Their bodies pressed together and they can feel each other's heartbeats. Th-thump th-thump th-thump th-thump. Pounding. Surging with thought and idea. Of hope and fear. They are warm against each other and it feels right. It didn't matter what they had faced, or what they would face. All that mattered, in this moment and beyond, was that they were with each other.
With assistance from Millie, Kaseh pulled their lips together. Rough, tender lips met soft, warm ones. A chaste kiss. The touch was electrifying and sent a flame into both of them.
They wanted each other.
They were hardly pulled away from each other for a second before Millie surged forward and captured Kaseh's rose pink lips with her own again. No longer chaste, but sensual.
Eventually, Kaseh pulled away and began to speak. "I give you this and more. You have my heart and my desire. I am yours."
Millie took a deep breath at the words, like the intake of air in a new world. A warm smile spread from ear to ear.
"Kaseh, you are the only person here who hasn't openly berated me. You are the only person here unafraid to have emotions, even when those emotions may lead you down unpondered paths. It is an admirable virtue that, at the very least, makes me happy. I am glad to receive this and all you may offer me. I extend the same to you. I am yours." She whispered as she pressed her forehead to Kaseh's, the tips of their noses touching.
Through whispering lips Kaseh muttered back, "You are the only one who continuously showed me kindness, even in the hearts of darkness. Emotions, though dangerous, are my greatest drive. And as we have been made well aware, I followed them unchecked and onto paths unknown. As such, it led to unforeseen terror and consequences. But I follow them now, certain of the path and the consequences. I want this with you, if you'll have me. Have this future with me."
Wordless, Millie nodded her acceptance.
Kaseh sealed it off with another kiss, passionate and deep. A silent convey of all that was left unsaid and all that would be said, but more than that, it was the opening of a gateway for both of them. As if time had begun to slow, Millie began to rise from the waters. Her lithe hands slid down Kaseh's body, finding the curve of her hips and ass before following to her thighs as-with a heft-she lifted the paladin up. Pale, naked legs wrapped around the slim waist of the firbolg as pale arms echoed the same around her neck. Their bodies were pressed so close together. Their breasts against each other's, Kaseh's smaller ones dwarfed by Millie's. Their hearts were beating so fast, it felt as though they were going to burst forth from their bodies and run away.
"Where should we go, dear?" Millie asked, eyes darting around while Kaseh carefully planted kisses on her neck.
"Anywhere," the paladin replied. "I just want to be with you."
Frantic and sexually taut, Millie scoured the area around the onsen.
To the left, there were the imps from before who were now massaging another. A succubus, it seemed. Her skin was dark mocha with leathery midnight wings to match. Her hair was a rich crimson and draped down her shoulders like silken blood. Her eyes were closed and her head slightly tilted back, mouth open with a moaning smile as she appeared to be enjoying the activity. To the right, was the same group of intoxicated imps that lounged upon the ground and in the water with equally intoxicated Addryn and Ankathi. Cyrus was there as well, crooning to the unconscious illithid as he cradled him in his wings.
Guess there are no limits to whom a cambion may choose to sire. Millie thought as she continued to search the area, trying hard not to get distracted by Kaseh's touches.
She stepped towards the back of the tent, hoping to find privacy and space behind the steam that rose from the water. But as she passed through the veil of haze, she found none. Rather, had she taken another step, she almost surely would have accidentally ran Kaseh into the dense fabric wall of the large tent they resided under.
"Kaseh, dear, there doesn't seem to be a place for us to…well…" Millie's voice was quiet, strained from the pleasurable feel of Kaseh's lips against her neck.
"I don't care," Kaseh muttered. Her lips came down upon the milky blue skin of the tall woman, parted just slightly as she began to suckle.
For several seconds she stayed like this, lips vacuuming the area mere inches above the dip to her clavicle. Millie's voice mewled with need and surprise. Unfamiliar were these feelings, these touches, their truth so much better than the conjured imagination from erotic novels. More seconds passed, the pair frozen in place, before Kaseh parted from the now darkened mark with a soft bite leading to several kisses.
Millie struggled to think properly. "There's so many people around…"
Kiss.
"I don't care."
Suckle.
"They'll see us. They'll hear us."
Kaseh pulled away from a second hickey she left upon the cleric's body, starting to get slightly agitated and annoyed. She took Millie's face between her hands.
"Millie, I don't care." She pressed a kiss to Millie's lips. As she pulls away, her voice is taught with sexual frustration. "I love you, Millie, but I desperately want you to fuck me. Right. Now."
The last straw of resistance snaps. With a caring, but stern growl through her teeth, Millie managed to rid a spot nearby of the imps lounging around. It wasn't that big and there was no privacy at all, but it didn't matter. Not anymore.
Lowering to the floor, Millie laid Kaseh down on a soft, plush blanket and pillow. The action was that of a fairytale. Of a valiant and stalwart knight having saved the princess and now, both happy with each other, they get the spoils of the night. As such, thus was how Kaseh viewed the woman looming over her. Millie, however-clerical and wholly religious-viewed such an action not as that of a knight and princess, but rather as a newly wedded couple. A sacred union. Coupling.
Kneeling to the ground, laying the smaller woman upon the cushion of the padding beneath, Millie straddled Kaseh. She was looming, but there was no malice or sinister ploy within the glint of her amber eyes. Only affection. Devotion. It was all Kaseh could see, her head walled in by a waterfall of onyx and midnight blue hair.
Millie had stopped. A question on her lips that she was afraid to ask.
But Kaseh understood.
"It's okay. I'm not going anywhere. I'm yours," she uttered.
There was silence, the noise of those around them fading away into obscurity. It was only the two of them at that moment. Slowly, Millie lowered her head to Kaseh's who met her half way. Their lips entwined in a gentle kiss. A loving, romantic kiss.
They refused to part ways, adoring the entwining with the other in a way that felt so long overdue. As their lips danced with each other, Millie's left hand stroked Kaseh's side, an expanse of skin both soft and rugged. Kaseh's breath hitched. The firbolg's fingers traced the largest scar across the aasimar's stomach. It was newer than several of the smaller scars littering the pale skin and not much older than many of the newer scars obtained from recent battles. Millie wondered when Kaseh had gotten it. What story did it withhold?
But she knew there would be plenty of time for stories later. Plenty of time for tender moments next to the fire or curled together in their bed rolls. Perhaps they would even come to share one. Now was a time for heated passion and to be lost in the smell of the woman beneath her. The scent of brimstone was overpowering from the days spent on the road in the Hells, but beneath, like flowers breaking through stone paths, the subtle aroma of saffron and lavender. It was fading beneath the strength of the Hells, but in this moment it remained. Such was the purity of Kaseh.
As they continued to kiss, sensual and romantic, tongues twisting with the other, tasting, exploring, Millie's hand slipped away from the scar. Ghostlike, her fingers trailed lower and lower down her abdomen, across her waist, before finding home between her legs.
She slowly moved her index finger and small finger apart from the others, spreading Kaseh just enough so she could use her middle and ring finger to tease the paladin beneath her. She began with small circles, using the tips of her soft fingers to toy with the folds and felt as they slickened from her ministrations. There was a swell of pride when the first moan escaped Kaseh's lips, a sound so guttural and needy yet divine. Like a drug far stronger than any that existed, Millie was addicted. A desire and drive stoked within her to hear more of her lover's voice.
So she acted.
Her slow circles and gentle pets from her fingers began to pick up pace, a slow ascent at first but as the seconds passed and the paladin began to try and muffle her voice, Millie couldn't let that be. She needed to hear her, the others in the tent be damned. Something had come to life within the firbolg when that first moan came and she got to feel the woman beneath her. It was as though something hidden and locked away within herself made itself known, a deviant passenger. She yearned to hear Kaseh's wails, hear her croon Millie's name like a mantra to set upon her peak. But Millie couldn't let that be. Not yet. She wanted Kaseh to feel what it was like to be as pent up as she was, yearning for something she believed to be out of reach.
But in the end, she would get it.
Pressing the flat of her palm against Kaseh's clit, Millie made sure to grind softly. Kaseh groaned in desperation, chased by a pleading whisper of the cleric's name. Music to her ears. But she was far from over. Slowly, she prodded between the paladin's slickened folds, teasing her entrance with the thick tips of soft, blueish white digits. In and out. In and out. Over and over, slow and fast, never keeping to the same pace. At times she would retain a rigidity at the knuckles, keeping her fingers flat as she pressed into the hallowed space. In others she would twist and flex them, grinding against the walls for a second or two before pulling out once more. She made sure there was no pattern so that Kaseh couldn't find some way to come sooner than intended. Millie wanted to see Kaseh squirm and writhe. And she was. Every time Millie's fingers slipped into her entrance, her hips would lift slightly and her breath would catch. And when they pulled away she panted, out of breath, seeking finish.
"Millie…p-please…" Kaseh begged. Her eyes were red from the pleasurable tears and the annoyance of being spurred to the edge but being drawn away over and over again. She panted softly, catching her breath, breasts heaving with each inhalation.
She was beautiful.
Millie lowered down, bringing their faces together again, lips locked in a heated display. But Kaseh's lack of air greatly diminished how long they could remain connected. As they pulled away, Millie spoke softly. Gentle and motherly, as she had been taught during her years studying to be the cleric she was now. "I've toyed with you long enough. I'm sorry for that, dear."
The air rushed from Kaseh's lungs as Millie let her fingers slip entirely into her, exploring the furthest depths within. As soon as Millie's fingers were fully hilted within the paladin, pale arms jolted around her back. Calloused hands clawed and scratched for purchase; a handhold as the fingers within the warm chasm curled upwards, pressing against the walls in search of the right method to get the woman who enveloped them to scream out in pure bliss. It was a bit of a trickier process to find the right pressure and right area, taking a few minutes of drawing the fingers out to the edge, then slipping them back in with various degrees of pressure upon the walls.
Eventually, Millie found it.
With a cunning smile, she suddenly stopped, leaving Kaseh wanting and upset at her teasing once more.
"Millie…" she growled.
"Beg." Millie's voice dropped, sensual still but commanding and dominating. Husky. "I want you to beg for me to make you cum."
Kaseh swallowed, hard. The sudden change in her lover's tone, taking control and dominating her, sending spikes of heat directly to her core. Her heart beat even faster than before. Th-Thu Th-Thu Th-Thu Th-Thu. The echo slammed in her ears. It was so loud. Surely Millie could hear it. Surely everyone else in the tent could as well. Her eyes widened. Everyone else. They were in public, just barely hidden from view by the rising steam.
Her throat tightened, the words meekly slipping from her lips as her golden eyes met Millie's hungry gaze. "Please, Millie…fuck me…"
The firbolg woman looming over her raised a brow. A predatory smirk cutting across her face.
"What was that, dear? I'm afraid I can't hear you," she chuckled.
"I…I want you to fuck me, Millie. Please."
Millie cocked an ear towards the flustered paladin beneath. "It is quite loud in here. Do speak up, love."
Hot pink blush on alabaster skin quickly darkens to crimson as Kaseh realizes what Millie is doing. What she is asking for. No, not asking. Demanding. She takes a deep breath, drowns out the sounds around her; water splashing softly, tender moans beneath masseuse imp hands, laughter from lounging drug-filled patrons.
"Fuck me Millie! For the love of the Gods, fuck me! Make me cum!" She cries out.
The tent goes silent. For only a moment. Feels like an eternity. Then the sound returns with Cyrus chuckling before telling the others in the tent to mind their own business. And without a second's hesitation, they do. A voice rings in her mind; a message from the cambion himself.
Naughty paladin. I never would have expected you to partake in such public debauchery. Don't worry. I won't spoil your fun. This happens a lot more than you'd think in hell. It is the specialty of succubi after all.
Kaseh was quickly drawn away from Cyrus's words by the sudden feeling of lips upon her own. Hungry. Devouring. Teeth nipped at her bottom lip and the slick tongue of the cleric tasted every part of her mouth, saliva mixing. The kiss didn't last very long before Millie pulled away, looming over Kaseh.
She chuckled. Devious, nurturing, lustful. All the while her fingers still plunged within and stagnant inside of Kaseh's cunt.
"Good girl," Millie cooed.
Kaseh shivers in delight at the phrase, the words amplifying the pleasure. She clenches around Millie's fingers letting out a soft moan. Millie's smile grows wider.
"Do you like being called a good girl, Kaseh?"
Another twitching clench.
"Are you going to be good for me?"
"Y-yes," Kaseh replied. She brings her hands to her face to hide her embarrassment.
Millie pulls Kaseh's hands away, meeting the paladin's gaze. She lowers down, arched over her lover beneath. Her lips find Kaseh's own, entangling in a soft, gentle caress. She takes the paladin's bottom lip between her own, suckling softly. Teeth nip at the soft flesh between surges of warm tongues entwining. As they kiss, her hand grinds against Kaseh's clit. Fingers curl and unfurl rapidly within the smaller woman, drawing her moans and stealing the air from her lungs.
The fingers which had been prying into the depths of Kaseh's core slowed. Still moving. Still prodding. But plodding, as Millie-from Kaseh's perspective-was once again teasing her. Testing the limits of how far she could push the love-struck paladin. How many ways can she hear Kaseh murmur her name through moans; pleading, breathless, groaning, exulting. Like ambrosia or nectar, sweet and intoxicating.
However, Millie was not reverting to teasing the woman she had come to love.
She was worshiping her.
Kissing every inch of skin barren to her, marring the expanse with hickeys and faint remnants of gloss from her lips. Free hand trailing over every scar once more, pressing softly on some, eliciting a sharp shuddering moan from their bearer. At a point, she cupped Kaseh's reddened cheek. The pad of her thumb slid over the skin, brushing away hair and over a small scar beneath her right eye; no larger than an inch, but like a crescent moon curving up the cheek. Eventually, her thumb found the rugged, tender lips she had kissed so many times now-but not enough-and she let Kaseh kiss the finger. Small, gentle kisses between shuddering moans. Only for Kaseh to do something wholly unexpected; parting her lips slightly, she let the soft, uncalloused appendage slip upon her tongue. Suckling it. Letting the bookish taste-faintly of ink and earth-and brimstone bite spread upon her tongue, filling her mouth. Her voice hummed as she sealed her lips around the thumb. Millie, feeling the wet warmth of her lover's mouth encapsulate her finger, gasped and let out a small moan of her own.
"Good girl," Millie crooned.
She began to rock her fingers faster, curling them against Kaseh's depths as much as she could. Her palm, pressed flat against the button apex of the paladin's slit, began to move; circles to start then vertical patterns, cycling between the two. Kaseh's voice rose in pitch, whining and pleading. Millie's thumb still held and suckled. The world around them had disappeared from all thought. Faded away in the steam. No sound, no sight, nothing could break them apart. Nothing could stop what they were doing. Nothing else mattered beyond each other.
Full of surprises, Kaseh lifted her leg between Millie's. Pressed her thigh to the slick folds of the firbolg above her. The touch screwed Millie's eyes shut, arching her back. She moaned loudly. Her voice thick and silky. One taste was all Kaseh needed to know she was addicted.
They locked eyes. Gazes identical, they wordlessly knew what they wanted. Kaseh was nearing her climax. It had been building through every ebb and thrust of the digits filling her, through every flick and press of her clit. She was so close; a pressure blooming within her, ready to burst at any time. A latent power of pleasure awaiting a moment to rear its head in a brilliant showing display. Both women knew this. They wanted to feel it. Together. Millie drew her thumb from Kaseh's mouth, but continued to cup her cheek.
"M-Millie…" Kaseh huffed, breathless and aching to release.
Earning a gasping, whining moan from her lover underneath her, the cleric removed her fingers from their slick, warm home between Kaseh's legs. Kaseh opens her mouth to complain, to plead for release, but Millie is quick to silence her words with a kiss. Quicker, chaste, dripping with lust for the pale woman. Parting lips Millie brings them to Kaseh's ear, hot breath tickling the skin as she speaks.
"Just a bit longer, dear," Millie shifts her body between the words. Her legs alternated with the paladin's. "Hold on just a bit longer. Good girl."
Kaseh whined in reply. Millie lifted away from the smaller woman, looking down upon her. Looming like a blue-white tower standing tall over a field of white and gold. The firbolg brought the hand she had been pumping into Kaseh to her lips, digits still slick, and began to suck on them; the taste saccharine and intoxicating. When she finished, her hands moved to the paladin's hips, gripping the rugged beauty figure-shapely, womanly, but toned and hardened from fights and training-gently. Slowly, she lifted. Not high or very far, but enough to slip between the opening. A tangle of legs as drenched cores came together, mixing love and grinding together.
At the touch when they connected, both women gasped. Kaseh arched, petite breasts rising with an accompanied moan. They held in place for several moments as they connected. Millie murmured under her breath words of praise to the paladin. Kaseh, capitalizing on the lull as the pleasure felt ready to erupt, slipped a hand into one of Millie's, their fingers entangling, never to let each other go.
A sign to continue.
With slow movements to start, Millie shifted her hips. Rocking back and forth gently. The moans passing from Kaseh's lips were the loudest they had ever yet been. Millie's were just as debauched and nearly as loud as they ground into each other. Fueled by the sight and sounds of the other, each woman moved softly. Small motions which, in disjointed tandem with each other shot electrifying jolts of massive pleasure spikes through their bodies. Pushing them closer and closer to the peaks they sought to topple over.
In the heat of the springs-further expanded by the heat of passion and romance they found themselves bound in-sweat dripped down the bodies of both women. Pale white and soft white-blue glistened in the light. Hair matted and stuck to their foreheads, necks, anywhere it could. The scent of their coupling tickled their nostrils as they continued; sulfur from the hells, soft springtime flowers, and tantalizing almond-vanilla musk of old parchment. Though clouded with the steam from the springs themselves, the air was thick and heavy around the pair. Chests heaved with lust-laden breaths and utterance of the name of the other. The pair continued to move in a disjointed tandem until Kaseh shuddered.
Goose flesh rose across her body. The inferno raging within her core bubbling over. She bites down upon her lip, cracking the rough skin, tasting the faintest trace of iron and sweat merging; moans stifled, though hardly any softer than they had been before, desperate cries of pleasure. Her climax had come. In the muddled lust haze which clouded her mind like a bank of fog settling upon her thoughts came moments of extreme lucidity. Sensitive to every touch, keenly aware of it all. The plush blanket bunching up beneath her as Millie pressed her deeper into the cushion, seeking friction. Seeking the same olympic peak Kaseh had reached. The trail of sweat rolling across every inch of skin. The wet slick grinding rubbing between her legs, bodies touching lightly as hips roll. And the warmth of fingers interlocked with her own. They squeeze and grip tightly to the hold and though Kaseh had already came, something clicked within her mind.
"Millie," she huffed, drawing the flustered and degenerate gaze of the firbolg. The word was strained. Laced with orgasmic high and bliss.
She didn't bother to say anything else. Much to the confusion of the cleric above and rolling their hips into her own. Rather, she tilted her head back, exposing the marked flesh. Her hand-which was holding Millie's-brought the soft hand to her neck. Millie's eyes widen-for just a second-as recognition sets in. Unfurling her blue-white fingers from Kaseh's pastely white, she hesitantly gripped her lover's neck. The firbolg's squeeze was nearly non-existent.
"A-Are you sure….love?" The entire time she never stopped moving her hips, yearning to be brought to orgasm just as she had done for her lover. Her words swirled with moans, raggedly breathed and choked upon.
"I trust you," replied Kaseh.
Millie swallowed the hesitation stuck in her throat.
Her grip began to tighten.
A silent prayer echoing in the skull, readying to cast Healing Word, Cure Wounds, or some other healing effect. Slow and cautious the fingers started to cinch around the soft flesh of Kaseh's neck. The skin bunched together as they constricted, and Millie watched her lover's expression. She continued to squeeze until Kaseh bit her lip and spoke.
"T-that's p-perfect," the paladin rasped.
Between the ragged, choking gasps for breath came shuddering moans. Flesh pocked with goosebumps. The thin hairs upon her arms, on her legs, found rigidity in the shivers of sexual pleasure. It was heavenly. Eyes lidded shut, fading into euphoria, she lost thought. Lost control of what she sought to do. She was Millie's. Whatever the firbolg wished, she would allow her body to be used as such. Even as her hips involuntarily bucked into the grinding. But Millie was beginning to lose herself to the same pleasure. Orgasm barrelling closer and closer with lustful drive. Their moans mixed in the open air, echoing to the imps, to their friends, to the residents of Hell.
A flick of their hips and Kaseh squealed softly.
Another bout of pressure pressing slits together for increased friction and Millie's head threw back, deep gutteral moan released from her lips.
The pattern followed as thus; flick, flick, pressure. Over and over, seeking conclusion in the touch of one another. The peak Millie sought was right there. Just one more movement. One more press of hips into hips. One more kiss.
One more kiss.
In a haze, Millie leant over Kaseh. Fingers twitched around the paladin's throat whose eyes fluttered with orgasmic high, face flushed from the light constriction. She lowered down, closer and closer. Their faces a hair's width apart. Millie felt the warm, airy moans shudder from her lover beneath her. Relished in the quiet utterance of her name between choking gasps. She waits. Hesitant. Only when Kaseh's eyes flicker open, sparkling with love, does she close the distance between their lips.
Tongues twisting together, lips lovingly locked, the pair tumble over the edge.
Pleasure surges through Millie. Her body shivers and quakes, back arching as she releases everything she's been building within herself. Adoration as she would watch Kaseh from afar. Desire as she would touch the paladin to heal her. Love as they would speak together like they'd known one another for years. All of it swirling together in a burst of orgasm unlike anything Millie had ever experienced before. She tried to speak but her throat tightened, only able to squeeze out staggered moans and gasps with each unintentional jerk of her core upon Kaseh's own.
For the second time of the night, Kaseh fell over the peak of orgasm as well, joining in the erotic reverie with the taller woman dominating her. For the second time, her eyes sparked with dazzling brilliance. Golden white. Glowing with divine power as she cried out her lover's name as though the hands on her throat weren't there at all. As she shivered with the pleasure rocking through her spine, the glow from her eyes began to spread. Like the unbreaking tension of water's surface as one rises up the divine essence swallowed and matched the contours of her body. Though it did not stop when it had captured all of Kaseh. Feeling the connection, drawn to Millie's own connection to divine patronage, it swallowed the firbolg as well. Together, they shone like the sun. The shadows of the room were gone in an instant, other residents of the room averting their gaze from the two women.
What felt to the gasping, moaning women like an eternity, was but a mere flash of a second to reality. And when the highs of orgasm slipped away from the duo, they collapsed into one another. Kaseh's hips slumped to the plush cushion beneath. Millie rolled to the side, dropping to the blanket beside the paladin, drawing their bodies together in a soft cuddle. There they remained, tired and weary from the sexual activities they had just engaged in.
Before she let herself be whisked away to the realm of dreams and flights of fantasy, Kaseh turned to face Millie, whose arms were wrapped around her waist, holding her close. Their drooping eyes locked together. And she planted a soft kiss on the firbolg's nose. On her cheeks. On her forehead. Finally, on her lips.
"I love you, Millie," she muttered, "Thank you for always being here."
Slowly, they drifted away, letting the day pass them as they waited to flee from the bowels of Hell. Tomorrow would be a day of fights and blood. But tonight had been one for love and pleasure. No matter what they would face, the pair knew they had each other.
And they always would.