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“You’re warm,” Marcille muttered, pushing the blanket just a bit to the side.
Falin did not reply. She just hummed something, wrapping her arms around Marcille from behind.
Marcille could feel her girlfriend’s breath against her own neck.
Falin never got up early in the day. She liked to sleep in, and she liked to have Marcille here with her as well. It was nice during the winter, though as the spring was getting warmer, Marcille could not help but feel a bit…
“Falin…” she whispered.
Her girlfriend chuckled, but did her the favor of fully pushing the blanket aside.
The light of the morning sun was already seeping through between the curtains, but Marcille had not risen with the sun in a good while. She used to, though. Before the dungeon…
Falin’s right hand ran along Marcille’s side, caressing her softly. It found its way to the hem of Marcille’s nightgown.
“Hey,” Marcille whispered. “What are you…”
“Hmm.” Falin paused for a moment, her hand on Marcille’s thigh. “I want to hear you moan,” she whispered.
Marcille’s face was burning. She could feel her heart hammer against her ribs, and yet… she was too weak. She could not help but give into Falin, when the woman pressed a kiss against her neck.
Marcille opened her legs just a little, allowing Falin’s fingers to find their way there.
She gasped when Falin’s fingers found her clit.
“I think you need this,” Falin whispered. “A chance to relax a bit.”
Marcille did not answer. A soft moan escaped her as Falin’s fingers pushed even further between her legs.
It made the warmth even more noticeable. Marcille’s body felt almost as if it was burning. Another gasp escaped her, as Falin’s fingers pushed into her just a bit.
Even now some part of Marcille’s mind wanted to note that it made so little sense for Falin to know such things. How could she know how to entice those feelings out of Marcille’s body. But she tried to remind herself, that Falin was not the innocent pure thing that Marcille had once assumed she was.
She was not even fully sure what happened. Falin gently pushed against Marcilla’s hip, encouraging her to roll over onto her back.
Falin kissed her lips now, before giving her a smile that seemed so innocent and yet was not innocent at all.
Her fingers pushed further into Marcille, enticing a moan from her. She tried to hold down her voice, and yet, Falin kissed her neck now, before taking the pointy end of Marcille’s ears between her lips.
“I want your moans,” she whispered.
Some part of Marcille always felt guilty for this. For enjoying it so much.
And yet, she could indeed no longer hold down her voice as Falin was teasing her more and more. It was almost like a different kind of magic.
She was not even sure how Falin was always doing it.
Marcille was trembling just a bit, while Falin was moving her fingers. The woman’s lips were still playing with the tip of Marcille’s ear, because – Marcille was not kidding herself – Falin knew how sensitive she was there.
Falin was warm. She was always warm. She had become warmer somehow since she was, well, what she was now. But soft as well.
It was weird. But Marcille did like to burry her fingers in Falin’s feathers. She liked how they smelled as well. It really was strange.
She moaned again, as Falin moved her fingers even faster. How did she just find Marcille’s weak points like this? Her thumb managed to somehow also slightly caress Marcille’s clit, making the sensations almost overwhelming.
Some part of Marcille always feared that someone would come in suddenly. Maybe because there was an emergency with something magical, or… Well, frankly, she was not even fully certain. But she always feared someone to come in and find her like this.
She was the king’s advisor after all.
And yet, thinking about that became harder and harder. Which likely was Falin’s plan after all.
It felt to Marcille as if she was about to melt now. Into a puddle, or maybe into a chimera as well. She was never fully sure. It did not happen, of course, because the thought alone was silly. But it always felt just a bit like that.
She could not quite control herself. Her hips moved against Falin’s touch, while Falin’s lips had moved down to Marcille’s neck once more. Her breath felt almost like fire – like a dragon for that matter.
But that was crazy.
Marcille was maybe just a bit crazy.
She moaned, feeling so awfully self-aware as she did. But she could no longer hold herself back. Her hands gripped onto the feathers as she moaned. “Falin. Oh. Falin!” It was silly, wasn’t it.
“Moan louder,” Falin teased. The rhythm of her fingers got even stronger, even faster.
Marcille could feel that she was coming close to her climax. She was squirming just a bit, her body seemingly indecisive on whether or not it wanted to give into the pleasure or escape it. Again she was moaning. “Falin.” She could barely hold herself back.
She felt herself tremble, while her moans turned into whimpers. “Ah. Falin. I…” She could no longer hold back. Not quite. And then her climax finally came, making her hips move even stronger for a moment, before she fell back into the bed.
Her breath was uneven now. She was panting, staring at the ceiling above, until Falin kissed her lips once more.
“I love it when you are like that,” she whispered.
“Like what?” Marcille replied.
“You know, no longer quite in control of yourself. I think it is cute.” Falin smiled at her, before pushing some hairs out of Marcille face with the fingers of her left hand.
Marcille thought what to say. She chuckled a little. “I think you’ll be the end of me.”
“But it’ll be a happy end,” Falin whispered.
