Okay so first time writing smut and if you want to skip everything beyond ******** is sweet, sweet smut between these two ladies. But everything before that is two ladies falling deeper in love.
Their love starts as a series of touches. A touch on the hand when sorrow seeps from Isobel. Isobel's hand lingering on Aylin's upper arm, then elbow, and slowly down to her hand when her paladin duties tore her away from Reithwin – from Isobel. Upon returning comes the lingering and gentle touches as Isobel heals any pain or grabbing whatever managed to remain in her hair from the travels (rarely is it gore but after one instance Isobel has made sure to keep a stock of mage hands scrolls to use on anything questionable).
Aylin's hands guiding Isobel's to a better placement to wield the finely crafted spear given to Isobel from her father. Aylin's larger hands gently moving Isobel's dark hair out of her face after a sparring session as Isobel turns just enough so that the hand now caresses her cheek.
A firm hold as Aylin offers to carry Isobel for a flight above Reithwin and a near bone crushing hug from Isobel as she thanks her for the even brief flight.
The fondness between the two women grew after hundreds of these touches. The travels Aylin was sent on only made their love grow – something the two mentioned after a long hug before going to get a nice meal at the Waning Moon. They find their hands entwined over food and drinks and enjoy the other's company for a night.
In the three years since Aylin's first arrival in Reithwin, the touches become gentler and linger longer and they do not go unnoticed.
Receiving a request to deal with brigands or the odd monster here and there is not exactly new for a paladin. But the request Aylin received often dealt with other more pressing concerns and unfortunately one such request came up the night before she planned to profess her love to Isobel.
Alas, a paladin of Selûne had broken his oath and carried out several brutal attacks on homes he came across. Several high clerics pled for the Sword of the Moonmaiden to bring the Oathbreaker to justice.
She treks to Moonrise Towers with the hopes to at least talk to Isobel before her duty sends her away from Reithwin. Without words the guards let her in, long used to seeing the aasimar woman arriving at the Towers to see at Isobel or Lord Ketheric. But as she starts to step towards the door a voice calls out from the sparring area not too far from the entrance.
"Dame Aylin," Lord Ketheric's gruff voice called out as the older half-elf uses his shield to shove one of his guards of balance before growling to his guard, "leave us. I wish to speak to the Sword of the Moonmaiden".
"Lord Ketheric," Aylin greets the lord with a polite bow as the man approaches.
"I take it you're here to see Isobel. Unfortunately, she is at the temple visiting Melodia's grave. While you wait how about some sparing," he deftly spins his warhammer up and a youthful smirk flashes across his face.
"I'll admit I've wondered how I would fare against your battle prowess, Lord Thorm," with a roll of her shoulders the Aylin's plate armor and greatsword appear in a flash of white. The two exchange pulled blow after pulled blow – neither actually wanting to harm the other but still competitive against the other.
"I've seen the looks you've been giving my Isobel, Dame Aylin," he feints an attack with his warhammer only to slam her in the shoulder with his shield. She rolls with the blow dismissing her greatsword from her hand before summoning it again in her hand mid downward swing. The flat of the blade sends the warhammer from Ketheric's hand.
"If you won't speak plainly, Lord Thorm, perhaps I shall. Yes, I adore your daughter well beyond feelings I've ever felt for another," she takes a step back to allow the man to gather his weapon again. As he grabs the warhammer he gives a brief prayer and throws it at her – it hits her square in her chest with a burst of radiant energy and a thunderous boom and her ears ring as she struggles to catch her breath.
"- fall for the fleeting emotions of an immortal," his voice finally breaks through the ringing in her ears. With eyes flashing, Aylin tackles the Lord of Moonrise Towers to the ground.
"I love Isobel, Lord Thorm, and shall continue to do so until my mother's light leaves my soul," she growls out as she kicks away his warhammer. The man below her eyes flash with a sign of recognition as Aylin stands with a brief pain in her chest before dismissing her slightly dented armor with a slightly wet cough as footsteps approach.
"AYLIN," Isobel's voice calls out as she runs towards the no longer sparring paladins and based on the look of concern, she saw the damage to her armor and heard the cough. This is quickly confirmed as Isobel's hands glow with an incantation before pressing gently to Aylin's chest to cure underlying injuries. As the energy knits damaged ribs and heals a bit of radiant burns to her chest, Aylin leans her forehead into Isobel's. The smaller woman holds Aylin's hands in hers before pulling the paladin into the Towers and eventually into her quarters.
Isobel pulls out a scroll from a scroll case and cast prestidigitation to clean up Aylin before leading her to the bed and gently pushing her to sit on it.
"Isobel, I love yo-," her words are cut off as Isobel kisses her.
The gentle kiss they shared grew deeper and more passionate and Isobel finds herself gently guiding Aylin to lay on the bed as her hands move from resting on Aylin's upper arm to the collar of her shirt. Then down as her fingers trace down the placket and Aylin's sternum. Nimble fingers of one hand working to undo every button to give the other more skin to explore. Isobel breaks off the kiss to trail faint kisses the same route as her hands.
Isobel stops unbuttoning the aasimar's shirt to trail a finger and then the rest of her hand over both breasts. Giving a gentle pinch to the nipples which makes Aylin let out the most sensual breath. A devilish grin forms on Isobel's face in response and she brings her lips to the right breast while the other hand remains on the left to massage it and gently rolling the nipple between her fingers.
Kissing all about the breast before circling her tongue around the slowly hardening nipple culminating with a gentle bite to the nipple. She kisses her way across Aylin's sternum and to the left breast while her hand traces to her right. Repeating the process she can feel Alyin all but melt at the ministrations. Isobel feels one of Aylin's hands, which had been in her hair up until now, lift and Isobel can see the hand reaching down to get closer to the aasimar's waistline.
As fast a guiding bolt, Isobel's free hand grabs the Alyin's wandering hand before bringing it up to Isobel's own breast.
"Beloved, I thought tonight was about exploring every inch of each other's body," the half-elf woman words are almost breathless from treatment to the paladin's breast and now even more so as Aylin's strong hands gently fondly her breast, "and I have so much more to explore."
Her hands continue their efforts on unbuttoning the rest of Aylin's shirt as she kisses the blonde haired woman. With the shirt unbuttoned Isobel hands deftly undo the buttons on the pants – with each button undone she moves her hands back to Aylin's breasts. The woman lets out a breathy moan as Isobel kisses along her jawline and gently nipping at an ear before kissing a trail back down the woman's body. She gives a gentle bite to each breast before kissing lower and lower.
At the closeness, Isobel sees old small scars littering Aylin's body and the light must be playing tricks because she can swear that the scars are gold. This thought is quickly removed as her lips touch a spot of gnarled scar tissue on the woman's stomach – her eyes move to take in the remnant of what was likely a grievous wound and sees a scar of gold. She feels Aylin's body tense up and lifts her head as Aylin's hands cup her face.
"Apologies, love. I should have warned you. A rather nasty run in with a Sharran blade that my mother saved me from. Not even divine healing leaves one without a scar from a fatal wound," the hands leave Isobel's face as they move to cover the scar with her shirt.
"I can cover it u-," Isobel cuts the woman off with a deep kiss as she entwines her hands in Aylin's. She pulls away from kiss after a few seconds.
"Darling, I love you. Scars and all and perhaps I should show you in ways instead of relying on words," and yet again, Isobel kisses her way down Alyin's body stopping to press a kiss to every single scar littering the woman's body. She grabs the waistband of Aylin's pants and thankfully the woman lifts her hips to help the pants slide down.
Isobel continues kissing down Alyin's legs (alternating between one leg and then the other) as she removes the pants off of her. Then slowly she kisses back up the woman's long toned legs before placing a kiss above the patch of hair covering the other woman's sex. She traces nimble fingers to the woman's folds and smiles upon realizing the other woman is already wet. She teases Aylin's entrance with one finger while her thumb circles with the woman's clit.
Gentle hands weave in her hair and Isobel knows exactly how she wants to pleasure Aylin. She lifts her head and kisses Aylin passionately again while entering the woman with a finger. Gently she thrusts her finger in and out of the paladin as she lets out the most beautiful moan ever. Content, Isobel continues ensuring to press ever so gently against the woman's front wall upon entering and as she almost fully exits her with her finger while her other hand circles around her clit.
With a moan of "more" Isobel fulfills the Sword of the Moonmaiden's desires. The woman feels divine as she thrusts her two fingers in and out of Aylin. As the paladin rides her fingers, Isobel finds herself grinding against a muscular thigh which the woman returns with just a slight increase in pressure – driving Isobel mad with desire.
Within minutes Isobel feels the paladin clenching around her fingers and knows she is also on the verge of orgasm. As Isobel reaches a hand to sate her own desire Aylin grabs it with battle honed reflexes.
"Beloved, I believe it's my turn to return the favor," with a faint chuckle Isobel feels Aylin reverse their positions and can only pray that she will always have Aylin in her life.