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"Teresa, who are we looking for again?" Teresa smiled softly at Clare's inquiry. They were walking down a path, high up in the mountains. Trees of varying sizes crowded them on their left, while more valleys of mountains that littered the countryside stretched out at their right. They were trekking downwards off the mountain, Teresa could sense a faint Yoki Aura somewhere down at the base of it. "We are looking for an old friend of mine, remember? Tall, long silver hair, funny looking ears." She emphasized the last part by flicking Clare's ear gently, a giggle bubbling up from the girl's throat.
"I know what she looks like!" she swatted at Teresa's hand, bringing it up to rub at her ear. "I just don't remember her name." She huddled up next to the fugitive, walking alongside the trees, taking her slender hand in hers, round green eyes peering up to meet soft but piercing silver. "Ilena. Quick Sword Ilena is who we are looking for." Teresa chuckled at the sour look on Clare's face. She reached down with her right hand and pinched the bridge of the girl's nose. "What's that look for? Do you smell something?" Clare scrunched her nose and batted Teresa's hand away again, another chuckle sounding from the runaway warrior.
It had been a year since their encounter with Priscilla. Teresa beheaded her, luck being on her side as she had soon come to realize. Sophia and Noel had made it out alive, sustaining minimal injuries. Ilena, however, had been heavily injured, losing her left arm. Her body and sword were never found, prompting Teresa to go out in search of her old companion.
"I just don't understand how you can call her your friend. She tried to kill you! Friends don't do that." She spoke softly as she added that last bit, her eyes down at her feet. A soft smile adorned Teresa's features, admiring the girl's strong sense of loyalty. She was suddenly brought back to her time training at the organization. The grueling tests, the burn of the Yoma churning within her, the cold, dark rooms they resided in. The rooms where she and a young Ilena found solace in one another's arms.
She recalled how the burn seemed to evaporate once held by Ilena. She could only guess Ilena felt the same because of how her body eased when in close contact with her. She remembered how the innocent huddle in the same cot turned into wandering touches from curious hands. How comforting pecks to the forehead or cheek turned into lingering presses of lips. She sighed through her nose at the memory of Ilena's long, dexterous fingers. Her firm lingering touches. Her lips, slightly chapped. Her kisses, warm and inexperienced.
And her clever tongue.
"Yes, quite rude of her, wasn't it?" She smiles down at Clare as she's brought out of her memories and watches her brow furrow, green eyes squinted. "But she was doing a job. Following orders, if you will. You understand that don't you?" her tone turned serious, extinguishing the frown on Clare's face.
"Yes. I understand."
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It was about midday by the time they reached the end of their trek. The faint Yoki Aura was stronger now that they had reached the bottom of the mountain. They traveled through a thick patch of trees before coming to an opening surrounded by more towering pieces of stone. Out in front of them was a rather nice-sized lake, venturing out to the edges of the plateau. The only sign of any life was the small wooden cabin on the opposite end of the lake. And the Yoki Aura still emitting from somewhere off in the cluster of trees behind the cabin.
"Is Ilena here, Teresa?" Clare asks softly, squeezing Teresa's hand. Teresa silently squeezed her hand in response. She and Clare make their way over to the other side of the plateau, Clare slipping on the wet rocks by the edges of the lake.
As they neared the cabin, Teresa found herself wondering what Ilena would look like once she saw her. Would her hair be longer, or did she cut it short? Does she still wear her Claymore uniform, or does she now wear more human-like clothes? She supposed she'd find out soon.
When they reached the cabin, Teresa wasted no time marching right through the door, to Clare's immediate disapproval. "You should knock before entering someone's home." The young girl said, plopping the bag down by the door and making herself comfortable at the table off to the right of the room. "Andyoushould ask before taking a seat at someone's dinner table." Teresa teased.
She was getting ready to snoop about Ilena's home when a presence at the front door persuaded her otherwise.
"You know it's rude to enter someone's home without announcing yourself first, Teresa." A cold, deep-set monotone voice rolled through the small cabin, prompting Clare to bolt from her spot at the table and stand at Teresa's side. A scowl adorned the young girl's features; one Ilena mirrored.
Teresa took in her old companion's appearance, her straight, silky silver hair had grown well past her knees, a dusky brown cloak draped over her thin yet powerful body. There was a muddy brown shoulder guard on her right side, three straps wrapped around her body, holding it in place over the cloak. She wore brown boots whose tops disappeared underneath the cloak.
Other than the new change of clothes and her hair, Ilena hasn't changed one bit. Her ears were still long and pointed, her eyes cold and calculating, her aquiline nose perfect as it had always been.
"I see you still have the brat with you," Ilena drawled, strolling over to the table and dropping an assortment of fruits and two rabbits, "thought you would have sent her off to live a human life after all that happened." She glanced back at Clare whose scowl only deepened. "Easy child, I won't bite you." She rolled her eyes as Clare refused to respond, much to Teresa's entertainment.
"Come now, I can't have my two girls fighting all the time now, can I?" she patted Clare's head glancing up at Ilena and giving her a knowing look. The tips of Ilena's ears flushed pink, along with her high cheekbones. She whipped her face out of Teresa's view; her jaw clenched. Teresa smirked at the reaction,you've always been quite shy, haven't you?
As Ilena went about putting the fruit away and placing the rabbits on the counter, Teresa suggested that Clare go wash herself and her clothes in the lake. Clare scampered off and out the door, as Teresa removed her armor and placed her sword by the door she could only assume led to Ilena's room. A loud splash signaled Clare's long overdue bath.
Teresa made her way over to Ilena, standing next to her at the counter. She was occupying herself by organizing the assortment of fruits she had brought in; she made no indication that she noticed Teresa take a spot by her side. Teresa took one of the rabbits and set about skinning the creature for dinner. They worked in silence, only broken by the sounds of Clare splashing about the lake.
Teresa glanced over at her old friend, taking in her side profile, one she found herself getting lost in during their time training at the Organization, and during assignments they occasionally worked together on. Her eyes traced the sharp slant of her silver eyes, her elven-like ears, and the curve of her nose. She loved every feature Ilena had to offer. Inside and out.
"You're staring," Ilena muttered, ears turning a soft shade of pink. "You've always had a problem with staring, haven't you?" Ilena sounded as though she was reminiscing the past, but her tone of voice suggested otherwise. "I've never heard you complain. Not until now I suppose." Teresa's voice took a low, teasing tone. The blush on Ilena's ears crept to her cheeks. "Why are you here?"
Teresa paused, searching her mind for an honest answer.I wouldn't know what to do with myself if you had died, I just had to be sure.
"It could be that I just wanted to make sure you were getting along with only one arm," Teresa ran her fingers down the arm covered by the cloak and guard, eliciting a shiver from Ilena. Or, it could be that I was worried about you. You disappeared after the fight with Priscilla, and I just had to make sure you were alive." Ilena thought Teresa's answer over for a moment before responding softly, "I missed you."
Teresa dropped the knife and rabbit on the counter, taking Ilena's face in her hands instead. She cupped her cheeks and smashed their lips together in a vicious kiss. Their teeth clacked together as their lips set a bruising pace. "Mmh!" Ilena exclaimed into the kiss, returning it with fervor. Teresa moaned lowly when Ilena reciprocated her kiss as she moved her hands to grip her thin waist over the cloak, heated arousal beginning to pool between her legs.
A moan erupted from Ilena's throat when Teresa tightened her grip, it took a higher pitch when Teresa backed her into the counter. With her back pressed against the wooden surface – her feet still firmly grounded – she nipped and sucked at Teresa's lips, her own getting the same treatment. "Ah!" She yelped at a particularly hard bite but sighed deeply when Teresa's tongue laved over the bruised flesh in apology.
When Teresa prodded Ilena's lips with her tongue, Ilena eagerly granted access, their tongues gliding and rolling over one another in a sensuous dance. When the kiss deepened, heat boiled in Ilena's lower belly, causing her to squirm under Teresa's defilement of her mouth. Teresa positioned herself so each of them had one another's thighs in between their legs. Teresa grasped Ilena's waist and brought her clothed cunt down on her thigh in a harsh grind, Teresa doing the same on the leg pressed against her core.
The two deserters each let out a breathy moan at the contact, sparks igniting in their clits, heated pleasure shuddering up their spines. It was Teresa who finally broke the kiss. Panting heavily, she leaned back and gazed into Ilena's piercing eyes. Both women struggled to catch their breaths due to the ferociousness of the kiss, their hot breath fanning across each other's faces. "You have no idea what you do to me." Teresa sighed, dropping her head on Ilena's leather shoulder guard. She brought her hand up and carded her fingers through Ilena's silky hair. Ilena whimpered when Teresa grazed a pointed ear, eliciting a chuckle from the golden-haired warrior when she arched into her body.
"S-same to you." Breathed Ilena, still trying to catch her breath. She shuddered when a kiss was pressed to her neck, prompting an involuntary buck of her hips against Teresa's hard thigh. Another chuckle bubbled up from Teresa's throat, "Someone's eager." She teased, moving to nibble on Ilena's ear as she pressed her thigh firmly against Ilena's core. This triggered a pitiful whine from the usually put-together woman and another languid ripple of hips, her head tipping back, her eyes rolling.
Teresa released her ear and lifted her head from her shoulder. She waited for Ilena to look at her, watching her throat bob as she swallowed. Sensing Teresa's unrelenting gaze, Ilena lifted her head. When their eyes met, it was as if two stars collided, imploding in on one another before scattering across the galaxy. A lightness fluttered across their chests, breaths catching in their throats. It was as if time itself had ceased to exist, leaving the two of them in a world of their own. A world without Yoma. A world without the involvement of the Organization.
Still maintaining eye contact, Teresa leaned down to kiss her again, "Ilena," but before their lips connected, Clare burst through the door causing their stomachs to drop. The two of them split apart in the blink of an eye, Teresa walking to the table, Ilena turning back towards the counter. "Teresa, I'm done! When's dinner ready?" To their relief, it seemed as though Clare hadn't caught them about to get down and dirty in the kitchen.
The girl walked in without a stitch of clothing on, much to Teresa's amusement. With a roll of silver eyes and a shake of her head at the strange girl's antics, she responded, "Soon, Clare. Why don't you go put on a pair of dry clothes?" She grabbed the bag Clare had set down by the door. She handed it to the young girl, who took off down the hall and into the nearest room, leaving Teresa and Ilena alone once again. Another silence fell over the two. When Teresa turned round, Ilena was back at the counter, setting out three small oranges.
Teresa made her way back over to the counter. She crossed her arms and rested her hip on the lip of the counter as she looked over at Ilena, the tips of her pointed ears were a bright shade of red. She smirked at the reaction their previous actions had garnered. She reached over and grabbed one of the oranges Ilena had set out, turning it over in her hands while she thought of something to say. When she finally thought of one, Ilena beat her to it.
"Are you staying long?"
There was something about the way Ilena spoke. Something she couldn't quite put her finger on. Was she hopeful? Or exasperated? With monotone dripping from her voice and her blank expression, Teresa couldn't tell.
Instead of responding right away, she decided to tease her a bit, pretending to think hard about the question at hand. Even going as far as tapping her chin with her forefinger. Ilena sighed exasperatedly, "Just answer the damn question, Teresa." Her jaw was clenched and her ears took on a deeper shade of red, one that smoothed over her cheeks. She was frustrated, that much Teresa could tell. Ilena was fiddling with one of the oranges with her right hand as she waited for Teresa's answer. Before responding, Teresa set her orange down and crowded Ilena's right side with her front, wrapping her arms around her body. Ilena jumped at the feel of Teresa's full breasts against her side. She sighed deeply when Teresa pressed her lips behind her pointed ear, whimpering when Teresa took her earlobe in her mouth and suckled lightly.
"I'll stay for as long as you can stand it."
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Teresa didn't know why she couldn't get Ilena off her mind as she tried to sleep. She didn't know why she decided to make her way out of the room she and Clare were sharing. She didn't even know why she was about to knock on Ilena's bedroom door. But she did anyway.
Dinner had been quiet. Not a word was spoken between the three of them. None when the food was eaten. None when they were washing and putting the dishes away. The only time words were spoken was when Ilena directed Teresa and Clare to their room and bid goodnight.
Teresa had desperately hoped that not every night would be spent in silence. She wanted Clare and Ilena to get along. She wanted to go out on walks and just talk with Ilena, and hear about her adventures and battle stories. She wanted to make her smile, laugh… whimper…scream…
She was brought out of her thoughts when Ilena opened the door. Her silver hair was slightly mussed, her eyes half-lidded and sleepy. Her pale skin shone, almost angelic in the moonlight passing through the window. She wore her white uniform, the left sleeve missing from where Priscilla had sliced it off. Now there was only a sad stump of flesh where her arm should have been. Teresa couldn't help but feel guilty. There must have been something she could have done to prevent such an injury.
"There something you need?" Ilena's cold tone waded through the silence, a stony expression on her face. Teresa really shouldn't be surprised, Ilena had always been like that, even in training. "Can I come in?" Ilena didn't respond, but let her in without hesitation. Teresa looked around the humble room. The only furniture being a bed and a bedside table. Teresa heard the door shut and lock softly behind her. She turned to Ilena, who stood with her back to the door. Silence fell over the two of them once again. After a short while, Teresa decided to break it, holding her hand out to Ilena, "I'd like to continue where we left off earlier. If that's all right with you."
Ilena flushed a bright red at the memory of what they had been doing – what they had almost done – in her kitchen. She looked down sharply, her eyes avoiding Teresa's gaze. Shedidwant to continue. The heat that resided behind her belly button and between her legs hadn't cooled down yet. It was there when she set the table for dinner. It was there throughout dinner and was so uncomfortable she refused to speak a word. It wasstillthere when she went – tried – to sleep. She was utterly and terribly aroused. Teresa had her worked up. And she'd be damned if she didn't get at least an orgasm or two by the end of the night.
By her hand,orTeresa's.
With that thought in mind, she raised her head, showing little to no expression on her face. She slowly strode over to where Teresa still had her hand extended, legs a little wobbly from being left high and dry. She reached Teresa, and placed her right hand – her only hand – in hers. "A - alright." With that, Teresa switched her hold on Ilena's hand to her wrist, pulling it roughly. "Oh!" Ilena was suddenly yanked forward, Teresa's hold on her wrist unrelenting. She would have fallen right into Teresa's bosom if she hadn't cupped her face with her other hand, bringing Ilena up for a sweet kiss.
Teresa still held Ilena's wrist hostage as their lips danced. She took her hand off Ilena's cheek in favor of wrapping around her waist, bringing their bodies together. When their breasts and hips came in contact, they deepened the kiss with a heated moan. Teresa's tongue slipped its way back into Ilena's mouth, curling around her tongue and pulling, evoking another low moan from Ilena. It was a wet kiss, drool spilling out of their mouths recklessly, not that they cared. After a harsh nip to Ilena's lower lip, Teresa pulled back, still holding her wrist.
"You'vegotto stop biting me," Ilena complained lowly, running her tongue along the angry flesh to soothe the pain. Both warriors panted heavily, trying to regain lost breaths. Teresa's eyes roamed Ilena's features, the look on her face – eyes lidded, glazed over with arousal, her lips partially open on ragged breaths – made her want to press her against the door and ravage her until she screamed. Instead of letting her intrusive thoughts get the better of her, she decided to take it slow, responding with a soft smile, and walking backward until the backs of her knees hit the edge of the bed.
She sat down, pulling Ilena to straddle her thighs. She guided Ilena to rest her hand on her shoulder and let go of her wrist, in favor of running her hands up and down Ilena's sides from the jut of her hips to the bottom of her perky breasts. She did this a few times before leaning up to once again capture Ilena's lips in an opened-mouth kiss, their tongues gliding together. "Mmmh…" Teresa's hips bucked at Ilena's moan, a shudder rippling up her spine. Nothing could get her aroused quicker than Ilena's silver, gravelly voice could. She had always loved the sound of her voice. The lilt it took on when she teased her and the icy-hot pleasure that punched her in the stomach when she dropped her voice. Ilena wouldn't even have to touch her to get her soaking wet, much like now. The only issue with this voice kink of Teresa's: Ilena knew and would use it against her any chance she could.
Ilena smirked into the kiss, sucking on Teresa's tongue before nipping at her lips. She broke away from her lips and leaned down to Teresa's ear, her voice taking on a husky tone, "You did always like the sound of my voice." Teresa whimpered, screwing her eyes shut and squirming slightly under Ilena. She chuckled at Teresa's reaction, ghosting her lips over her ear, "I remember being able to get you off with just a few cleverly placed words. Do you remember that?Teresa." A proper moan was released from Teresa at the sound of her name being uttered in such a manner, the sultriness of it causing her hips to jerk involuntarily. A blush crept its way from her cheeks to her ears as her hands tightened on Ilena's waist, a delightful tingle in her chest. "You've always beenpredictable." Ilena teased, drawing out the last word seductively. This flipped a switch in Teresa, whose eyes shot open. In a surge of raging hormones and mind-fogging lust, she grasped Ilena's waist tight and rolled the two of them on the bed.
"Ah!" Ilena let out a surprised yelp when her back bounced off the bed, her stomach swooping. When she recovered from the initial shock of being flipped so swiftly, she brought herself up, resting – balancing – on her elbow, looking down to where Teresa's hips nestled firmly up against her core. She whimpered softly, brows furrowing. The sight alone was enough to make her squirm. Teresa had her hands on Ilena's thighs, keeping them spread. She could feel how wet Ilena was through her clothes, the liquid heat radiating from her cunt sent shivers down Teresa's spine. She wasn't doing much better, the wetness seeping from her pussy uncomfortable and sticky between her legs. A rush of warmth spread from their lower bellies through their cores and they hadn't even properly touched yet!
She leaned over Ilena, putting her weight on her left hand, which she set by her waist. Her right hand slid up Ilena's body, over her taut belly, and up to her sternum, leaving fire in her wake. She pushed her back, guiding her to lie down on the bed. She was hovering over Ilena's lightly trembling form, the silver-haired woman's eyes wide with anticipation and arousal. A gloating smirk spread across Teresa's features as she bent down to brush her lips against a pointed ear, "Predictable, am I?" she emphasized her statement by licking a stripe up her ear from her earlobe to the pointed tip. A ragged gasp clawed its way through Ilena's chest at the tingling sensation, her head pressing back against the pillows, baring the slender line of her neck.
Teresa took advantage of this, nipping and sucking bruises on the pale skin. Whimpers and gasps spilled from Ilena's lips, her hand coming up to card through Teresa's golden hair, pulling gently. Teresa hummed at the pleasant burn in her scalp as she worshiped Ilena's neck, pressing wet kisses, rough nips, and long strokes of her tongue across the pale expanse of flesh. Her hands came up to cradle Ilena's ribs, fingers brushing the underside of her breasts. Teresa worked her way down Ilena's neck, scraping her teeth along the column of her throat, bringing out a shiver from the woman beneath her. Teresa stopped her kisses at the collar of Ilena's uniform, sitting up, her hands tracing slow circles into her ribs.
"Can I take this off?"
Ilena's breath visibly hitched, her blush deepening as she nodded, avoiding Teresa's gaze. She reached up to undo the buckles at her shoulders when her hand was swatted away. She looked up at Teresa, a stern and disapproving look graced her features. Ilena just stared up at her, confused by her actions. "I said, 'CanItake this off', not 'Canyoutake this off'." A lightness fluttered through Ilena's chest at that, butterflies swarming about in her stomach. Not waiting for a response, she reached up and unclipped the buckles, peeling the white uniform off Ilena's body. She stopped when the garment was underneath her now exposed breasts. She paused to admire the perky mounds of flesh, adorned with normally dusky pink nipples, but in the moonlight, they were a light purple.
She ran her fingertips lightly over the stiffened buds, causing Ilena to squirm. She toyed with Ilena's nipples, swirling around the areola, then twisting and pinching the hardened nubs softly. She was merely teasing Ilena, not touching her firm enough to garner a proper reaction. Frustrated, Ilena swiveled and rolled her hips against Teresa's toned belly, whining as she tried to release some of the tension coiling in her lower stomach. She could feel the soft ridges of Teresa's abs through her uniform, sighing deeply as she grinded. Teresa smirked at this, taking one of her hands away from a perky breast to press down firmly on her lower belly, ceasing the movements of her hips. Ilena whined pitifully, soon turning into a drawn-out moan when Teresa latched her mouth onto her nipple, suckling softly.
Ilena's fingers tangled themselves back into silky golden tresses with a gasp, her fingernails digging into Teresa's scalp causing her to moan approvingly. Teresa's tongue laved at her nipple, wetting the bud before nibbling gently. As her mouth worshiped one breast, her hand came up from Ilena's belly to give some attention to the other, cupping the mound of flesh before massaging it gingerly. She nipped at the stiffened peak in her mouth, relishing in the squeak from Ilena, before moving over to the other breast and giving the same treatment. As Teresa continued her assault on her breasts, Ilena's body refused to keep still as the tingling sensations on her breasts gradually sent a light hum of pleasure through her body and straight to her core. She arched into Teresa's mouth, her hips canting upward in search of much-needed friction, which was withheld from her.
Teresa lived for the sounds that were drawn from the deserter. Moans that oozed like honey, deep sighs that reminded her of leaves swaying with the wind. Teresa loved it all and was determined to coax more sounds out of her.
She pressed her face in between Ilena's modest breasts, nipping at the skin there while she took hold of the uniform once more. She slid the uniform down Ilena's taut body as her lips followed, kissing every inch of newly appearing skin, and every scar that graced her body. She went down her sternum, past her ribs, and down her belly. She mouthed at Ilena's belly button, dipping her tongue inside the little divot briefly as she slipped off her trousers, Ilena lifting her hips in assistance. Ilena gasped when the cool air of the room made contact with her soaking pussy, the stark contrast in temperature startling her. Ilena looked up at Teresa, whose gaze was locked onto her leaking cunt. The almost predatorial look in her eyes made Ilena clench around nothing, more of her juices seeping out and onto the sheets as she throbbed under her gaze.
Underneath the shine of the moon, Ilena's womanhood reminded Teresa of a lilac bushel covered in morning dew. She watched in delight as her pussy twitched under gaze, dripping onto the sheets. Ilena was smoothly shaved, soft to the touch and not even a hint of were always so adamant about keeping it bare down here, weren't you?Teresa smiled at the memory of Ilena fussing over not being able to 'upkeep her hygiene routine' as she had put it then. Teresa had teased her, which resulted in Ilena refusing to speak to her for the rest of their assignment. Teresa spread Ilena's labia, squirming softly at Ilena's whimper. As she played around with her wetness, purposely avoiding Ilena's clit, she sat on her heel and ground down on it to relieve some of the tension in her gut, relishing in the heat that radiated from her body. She had always been partial to Ilena's voice. Loved the monotone huskiness that oozed from her lips. Teresa could listen to that woman talk for hours on end, but unfortunately, the warrior wasn't very vocal. So, Teresa had to find…otherways to get the silver-haired woman's voice box working.
Pinching Ilena's clit was one of them.
Ilena's hips bucked violently at the sensation, fireworks going off in her clit. She squealed, back flying off the bed as Teresa pulled gently on the hardened bundle of nerves. Teresa's hips ground down harder at the sound, arousal licking up her spine and curling around her stomach while she ran her fingers down the length of Ilena's puffy pussy, all the way to her opening. She traced around it twice before slipping her forefinger inside tight, velvet heat, sighing at the feeling. "Gods, I love how tight you are." Ilena moaned lowly at the intrusion, delicious relief spreading from her core to her chest. Teresa slowly pumped her finger in and out of her vagina, relishing in the low whimpers and whines. Ilena's hips began to roll languidly into Teresa's probing digit, her hand coming up to tweak the nipple on her right breast, making that coil in her belly gradually tighten.
"Can I add another?" Teresa placed a hand on her thigh, rubbing circles into the soft flesh, causing Ilena to twitch softly. She kept up the pace of her finger pumping in and out of Ilena's cunt as she waited for her response. Ilena paused her ministrations on her breast and looked up at Teresa, "Y - -ase." She whined, her walls clenching around Teresa's finger. Teresa ground her clit on her heel sharply at Ilena's whine, heated pleasure lapping at her lower belly. When she regained composure, she gently eased another finger into Ilena's tight cunt, stretching her deliciously. Ilena let out a wanton moan at the intrusion, her hips canting upwards. "Oh - oh . That feels sogo-od." Ilena moaned lowly; her voice rough. She rolled and pinched her nipple, massaging her breast as Teresa fingered her pussy gently.
Ilena's back arched gorgeously when Teresa's fingers began to scissor inside of her, a gush of wetness seeping out. After a few slow, almost teasing strokes, Ilena groaned impatiently and found herself on the verge of begging Teresa to go faster, harder. The coil in her belly had tightened and the pleasurable heat behind her navel had increased, but not enough to bring on an orgasm. She squirmed softly; her body unable to keep still as Teresa refused to up the pace. Little did Ilena know, Teresa had some ideas she thought the silver-haired woman would appreciate.
A squeal was ripped from Ilena's throat when Teresa found her G-spot, pressing relentlessly on the spongy patch, causing the unexpecting woman to see stars. Ilena tried to grind down on Teresa's fingers but the action was stopped before she could even start. Teresa's free hand pressed down firmly on her lower belly right over the fingers nestled inside her, adding pressure that made Ilena's back arch higher, her breasts bouncing softly. "Oh, I swear Teresa, if you don't move, I'll-" she cut herself off with a high gasp when a soft vibration rumbled through her cunt. As it turned out, Teresa had concentrated her Yoki aura into her fingers, causing them to vibrate. Ilena's body jerked upwards, her hand releasing her breast and instead grasping Teresa's wrist, a harsh cry leaped from her throat as an intense thrum of pleasure rolled through her body. When Teresa pressed more firmly on her G-spot, she let out a wail of pure pleasure, releasing Teresa's wrist in favor of gripping the sheets.
Like a slap to the face, Ilena was suddenly aware of a sleeping Clare only two doors down from her room. She sat up sharply, Teresa's fingers still vibrating and prodding at her G-spot, and grasped her shoulder, fingers pulling at the fabric of her uniform. She hid her face in Teresa's neck, biting down to muffle the scandalous sounds she could no longer control as the sensations rumbling through her cunt only intensified. Noticing the reaction, Teresa tried to bring the woman out of her hiding place, but to no avail. "Ilena, please, let me hear you. I want to hear your pretty voice."
"Mmh!Teresa! The child. Wh - what if she-" a moan slipped out, causing her to retreat to Teresa's neck. Ah, so that's what she was so worried about. "I can assure you, that child sleeps like the dead. We can be as loud as we want. That means I want to hear every sound. Can you do that for me,sweet girl?" Ilena whined pitifully at the nickname, her hips bucking into Teresa's vibrating fingers. Hesitantly, she released Teresa's skin, an angry red circle of teeth imprinted where her shoulder met the curve of her neck. Instead of coming out fully, she rested her chin on Teresa's shoulder. A low groan escaped her lips when the new position allowed Teresa to press more firmly on her G-spot, heat building in her belly. Teresa wrapped an arm around her body, placing her hand on Ilena's lower back for support. "Good girl."
Ilena's hips bucked again with a keening moan. She had forgotten how such a simple phrase could work her up so immensely. She grasped Teresa's shoulder tighter when vibrating fingers began to thrust in and out of her, hitting her G-spot with staggering precision. Her eyes screwed shut and her mouth hung open, letting out a plethora of moans, whimpers, and curses. The red-hot coil in her belly tightened, her hips jerking sporadically. She was close, and she knew Teresa could feel it. Her walls fluttered around Teresa's fingers, still pumping,stillvibrating within her, an orgasm just around the corner.
"Oh - oh Teresa, I –Teresa!I'm –AH!" an orgasm hit her like a sack of bricks, catching her off guard as the coil in her belly snapped. Her cunt clenched almost painfully around Teresa's digits as her body seized, vision going white and her back arched. Her head was thrown back, and her mouth opened on a harsh cry as wave after wave of pleasure crashed down on her. As she rode out each one, Teresa stopped the movements of her fingers, keeping a steady vibration to draw out Ilena's pleasure as her juices gushed onto her hand and down her wrist. She only held back her Yoki aura when Ilena began to push at her wrist, overstimulation becoming painful. Teresa slipped out of her still leaking cunt, careful of her hyper-sensitive clit as she did so. She gently laid Ilena down back on the bed, her head on the pillows as she caught her breath. She brought her hand to her mouth, cleaning it of Ilena's slick.
Teresa's eyes roamed Ilena's lithe form, a light sheen of sweat covering her body. They started at the jut of her iliac crests, moving up to her firm, toned belly, and dainty waist. Her supple breasts rose and fell while she breathed, hickeys and teeth marks littered her chest. Her eyes traced up the length of her elegant neck and wandered over her facial features, from soft lips to the curve of her nose, her sharp eyes – now open and gazing down at Teresa through her thick eyelashes – and back again. With her silver hair splayed out beneath her and the moonlight shining through the window, gracing Ilena's skin with a pale blue hue, one might mistake her for an angel sent down from the heavens. If Ilena truly was an angel, Teresa would have surely fallen to her knees and shower the woman with praises and desperate, heartfelt declarations of love. She felt that 'angelic' was the only word deemed fit to describe Ilena at this moment.
"You… You're staring…Again."
A proper laugh was released from Teresa at the woman's breathless complaint, one that came from deep within her chest. Her head was thrown back, baring the slender line of her throat as the laugh wracked through her body. It caught Teresa off guard; how good it felt, that is. She couldn't remember the last time she had laughed so hard, or even what may have caused it.
Ilena snapped out of her post-orgasm stupor at the sound of Teresa's laugh. She watched the woman in an awe-like trance, eyes transfixed on the squint of her eyes and the infectious smile that showed off the sharpness of her canines. She couldn't remember if she had ever seen Teresa laugh like that before. But one thing was for certain, she wanted to see more of it.
When Teresa's laugh died down, she crawled over Ilena's body, the aftershocks of the laugh still wracking through her. She came to a stop when their lips were mere inches apart. She could feel Ilena's breath coming out in short bursts, her warm breath fanning across her face. When Teresa brought her lips just a smidge closer, she could hear Ilena's heartbeat quicken, almost letting another laugh loose when the silver-haired woman screwed her eyes shut, brows always did get excited right before a kiss. A soft moan passed between the two of them as their lips came together in a slow kiss. It was almost methodical, the way Teresa led the kiss, gliding their lips together meticulously. Teresa cupped Ilena's cheeks, lips pressing more firmly together and resting her full body weight onto the woman beneath her who hummed approvingly. Ilena's knees pinched Teresa's sides, keeping her caged in while they kissed.
As the kiss went on, Teresa was soon reminded of that nagging heat churning in her belly. She hadn't had her turn yet, and by no means was she going to leave this room without having Ilena's tongue on her first. She broke the kiss with a heated moan, pressing their foreheads together, "Mmmh, I wanna ride your face, soba-ad."
The bluntness of Teresa's statement momentarily caught Ilena off guard. Still, she recovered quickly, dropping her voice and husking seductively into Teresa's ear, "Hmm, you want to feel my tongue on you, baby?" a whine slipped through Teresa's lips, her hips rolling into the mattress. Ilena smirked; the power dynamics officially switched. It wasn't too difficult to get Teresa riled up. All Ilena had to do was drop her voice to a special octave, add a certain lilt to it and Teresa was reduced to a whining whimpering mess.
Predictable.
"Take this off." She pulled at the white uniform that hid Teresa's hard body from her gaze. With a whine, Teresa sat up and hastily removed the offending garment, throwing it unceremoniously across the room. Ilena watched, hunger dilating her pupils, her eyes raking over Teresa's supple form. She was thin where it was necessary, her waist for example, but the curve of her full breasts – bigger than Ilena's by at least a full cup size – and her well-rounded hips only added to her beauty. The taut muscles that graced her body rippled and flexed when she moved; so much it was almost hypnotizing.
And the scar.
The sunken patch of discolored skin traveled upwards from the tip of her belly button to just a few inches under the dip of her collarbone, part of it running across the side of her left breast. It was a jagged scar, ridged in places where the cut had run shallow and indented where it had run deep. Ilena wanted to know the story behind it, wanted to cover it in light kisses and trace it with her fingertips. But she decided to leave it alone for tonight. Ilena's eyes were soon drawn to the black tuft of hair that sprouted from in between her legs. Unlike her, Teresa never really cared to shave, only trimming now and then to make it look neat. The color, Teresa had told her, was her original hair color. Before she joined the Organization that is. She remembered Teresa telling her that her black hair and eyes were her best features. If Ilena had met Teresa back then, she would probably agree. Not that she would ever admit that to Teresa.
"And you sayIhave a staring problem."
Ilena's eyes flicked up to meet Teresa's, a smirk spreading across her face. In response to Teresa's comment, she reaches down and swipes her forefinger through her wetness, brushing her swollen clit in the process. Teresa gasped sharply, her hips bucking. When Ilena pulled her hand away, Teresa's eyes darkened with hunger, the low heat in her belly boiling over. She watched eagerly as Ilena made a show of cleaning her slick off her finger, running the digit sensuously along the flat of her tongue. Her hips bucked when Ilena moaned performatively, all while maintaining eye contact. When Ilena's little show had finished, Teresa's eyes had glazed over, clouded with lust. She needed to be fucked. She needed to be fuckednow.
Ilena watched as Teresa crawled up her body, her full breast swaying gently. She ran her tongue over her lips greedily as Teresa's core hovered above them, her muscular thighs caging in her head. Teresa's puffy pussy glistened in the moonlight, visibly throbbing. Her clit had swollen well past her hood twitching almost impatiently. She ran her hand up and down Teresa's taut belly, the roughness of the scar almost tickling her palm. She did this a few times before wrapping the arm around Teresa's right thigh, rubbing small circles into the hard muscle. She looked up at Teresa, whose eyes were already on her, pupils blown out so much there was only a thin circle of silver surrounding it. Teresa's hair framed her face as she looked down, cascading down her shoulders in a golden waterfall. She looked as though she should have been carved out of marble.
She looks so pretty like this.
Teresa put one hand on the headboard and the other carded through silver locks as she lowered her hips. "Oh!Oh my –Ilena." Teresa whined when her dripping cunt met the flat of Ilena's tongue, her hips beginning to roll as sweet relief traveled from deep within her belly and down to that little bundle of nerves peeking out of its hood. Ilena held firmly on her thigh, her tongue dancing through Teresa's folds, slick already pooling out of her and down Ilena's chin.
After a few teasing strokes and nips to her labia, Ilena moved to run the tip of her tongue in circles around Teresa's opening. She moaned lowly at the saltiness of Teresa's slick; she quickly became addicted to the taste as arousal found its way back into her belly. Teresa let out a high-pitched whine when Ilena's tongue slipped inside her. Her hips jerked when the muscle began to slither deeper into her vagina, liquid heat pooling deep in her gut. Teresa's grip on her hair tightened, pulling on it roughly as she guided Ilena to a specific position. Catching on quickly, Ilena angled herself to where Teresa's clit glided deliciously along the curve of her aquiline nose.
"Oh,yes!" Teresa let out a breathy moan, grinding her pussy on Illena's face, a frenzied surge of pleasure zipping up her spine. Her breasts swayed softly as she moved, and a litany of high-pitched moans and whines painted the air. Ilena watched Teresa's body move sensuously from where she rested, her pupils darkening with desire. She gripped Teresa's thigh tighter, pressing her cunt more firmly on her face. She could feel Teresa's clit twitch and her inner walls throb around her probing tongue in response, a squeal clawing its way from Teresa's throat. She grinded harder when Ilena began pumping her tongue in and out of Teresa, her nose gliding along her clit. "Oh,Ilena. It's better than I –AH!– remembered." Another breathy moan slipped out as she threw her head back in pleasure. She pulled harder on Ilena's hair, fingernails digging into her scalp.
Ilena chuckled lowly, the vibrations of it reverberating through Teresa's cunt and eliciting another breathy moan. She vividly recalled how much Teresalovedgetting eaten out and how much she used to beg for it. Her voice would take on a high, whiny tone and her eyes would glaze over with lust. Just as they are now. Teresa would kill Ilena if anyone had found out that she had – on more than one occasion – actually gotten down on her knees in front of Ilena andbeggedfor it.
I guess some things just never change.
Teresa rode Ilena's face ruthlessly, hips bucking with no rhythm. Not that Ilena minded, she liked knowing she was the one to bring Teresa to such heights of pleasure. Her tongue continued to swirl around inside her tight cavity, bumping her nose against Teresa's clit. She could tell Teresa was close by how her walls clenched, almost sucking her tongue deeper into her cunt. Her moans took on a higher pitch, more breathless whimpers than anything.
Teresa's juices slid down her chin, spurring Ilena on further. She began to firmly rub small circles on Teresa's inner thigh, causing her to shudder. "Uhng, Ilena,please. I'm so –hah!– close." Teresa begged breathlessly, her grinding becoming more sporadic. Ilena continued her ministrations on her inner thigh and removed her tongue from inside Teresa, causing her to whine pitifully at the loss of the sensation. She then cried out harshly when Ilena's mouth wrapped around her clit, sucking harshly on the hardened bundle of nerves. "Oh Gods!Uhn!Ilena-a." Teresa groaned, releasing her grasp on Ilena's hair to take hold of the headboard, the wood creaking under her grip. Her head fell forward, eyes screwed shut and her mouth hung open, releasing a chorus of moans and whines as the hot coil twisted tighter and tighter.
Teresa squealed when Ilena slid two long fingers into her tight cunt, a gush of wetness seeping out of her. She moved her hips faster, moans turning into wails as Ilena began to thrust in and out of her, dragging her fingers along her front wall. Ilena's fingers pressed persistently against her G-spot as she took Teresa's clit in between her teeth, gently raking it back and forth between them triggering another squeal from above her.
When she flicked the tip of her tongue repeatedly against the tortured nub, the tension in Teresa's belly snapped, A violent surge of white-hot pleasure coursed through her body as a trainwreck of an orgasm rammed into her. She let out a scream, her body arching, head thrown back as her hips bucked and writhed as wave after wave of pleasure wracked through her body. Ilena released her twitching clit and continued to thrust in and out of Teresa's throbbing cunt, prolonging her pleasure as her juices spilled out of her.
Gradually, her hips came to a stop. Ilena removed her fingers just as Teresa fell backward in a heap, her back landing on her legs. Ilena brought her fingers to her mouth and sucked them clean as Teresa caught her breath. When she did, she lifted herself to rest on her elbows on either side of Ilena's legs, gazing at her through a post-orgasmic haze. Ilena copied her movements, her legs spreading so Teresa was settled comfortably in between them while Teresa's calves pressed against her waist. Both women were panting heavily, trying to catch their breaths as the aroma of sweat and sex hung in the night air.
Teresa studied Ilena's face. Her nose, lips, and chin caked with come and spit, her sharp eyes lidded due to exertion.
Gods, I just can't get enough of her face.
Once she had enough oxygen in her lungs, Teresa sat up and moved up to drag her tongue sensuously over Ilena's chin, lips, and nose, cleaning her juices off her face, and eliciting a soft gasp from the silver-haired woman. Once she was done, she licked her lips teasingly before pressing a quick kiss to Ilena's lips, the poor woman still processing what had just happened. She then moved to lie next to Ilena on the small bed, wrapping her arms around her body and a leg draping over her hips, her breasts squishing into Ilena's left side. She rested her head on the pillow, her eyes drifting down to the stump that made up Ilena's left shoulder. She ran her fingers over the rough scar and couldn't help the pang of guilt that wormed its way into her chest. She filtered through countless possible outcomes to the battle with Priscilla, if only she had been quick enough. But that only led her into a dark well of "what ifs" and "I should have's".
"It's not your fault you know." She was brought out of her trance at the sound of Ilena's silver voice. "My arm. There was nothing you could have done, so don't fret over it." Ilena ran her fingers through Teresa's golden hair, damp with sweat. Teresa buried her face in Ilena's neck, pulling their bodies closer together, "Okay." She whispered, pressing a kiss to Ilena's pulse point. Ilena sighed deeply; her hand still tangled in Teresa's hair as sleep slowly took over.
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The two of them rose early, taking a short trip to the lake to wash their bodies clean of their late-night activities. Once they had gotten dressed and set the table for breakfast, Clare had just woken up, stumbling into the kitchen, hair a mess and half asleep. The three of them took their spots at the table, Clare surprisingly scooting her chair close to Ilena, who paid no mind to the action.
"What's that mark on your neck, Ilena?"
Clare pointed to the hickey peeking out from the high collar of Ilena's soft leather leotard. Teresa laughed when Ilena's pointed ears and cheeks burned a bright red, pulling her collar up higher to hide the mark. Clare looked at Teresa as her laughter died down, tears forming at the corner of her eyes. "Well Clare, it seems that Ilena might have an allergy to some of the berries we had found outside." Ilena's eyes flicked over to Teresa, her blush darkening as she sipped on her drink.
"Let's leave her alone for now. Eat so we can take a walk soon." Teresa ran her fingers over the strip of Ilena's thigh above the high leather boots under the table, a teasing smirk playing at her lips as Ilena's leg twitched. "We're gonna have so much fun together, all three of us. Right, Ilena?" Teresa said with a squeeze to her thigh. Ilena sighed, whether from Teresa's hand on her thigh or out of exasperation, she couldn't tell.
" fun."
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