3.16.5: Reunion – 2 (🌶🌶🌶)

They walked slowly into the royal bedchamber hand in hand, stealing glances at every step, as the air grew thick with anticipation.

The large chamber was dark, except for the glow of a few candles. Amber light bounced off gilded carvings and silver embroidery, leaving the corners black as night.

Laira turned and slid the heavy bolt into place.

The click had barely faded when soft, warm lips brushed against her collarbone.

Reshma’s breath drifted across her skin, followed by another gentle kiss that climbed the curve of her neck. Her own breathing deepened as a slender hand hovered underneath her heart, fingers brushing against her breast.

“Tease,” she whispered.

Reshma’s hand closed over her breast in response, possessively claiming it, as teeth grazed her sensitive neck.

“Not so hard,” Laira gasped, catching her wrist. “It’ll leave marks.”

Reshma whined in protest as she pulled back. “Bastard.”

“What?”

“Jack could bite you wherever he wants, and nobody would bat an eye at the marks.”

“You can do it too, once him and I are married.”

She squealed in glee, then began undoing the knots of Laira’s gown.

“Now do me,” she said, turning around.

“I will,” Laira whispered, smiling, as she loosened the cords of Reshma’s dress.

The lithe woman whirled back and began pulling Laira’s dress off her, not caring to be gentle with it.

Lips kissed her skin as it was exposed, making her shiver. Laira had to hold onto the taller woman’s shoulders as her knees began to shake.

The moment she stepped out of her dress, she pulled Reshma in for another kiss. Her tongue invaded her lover’s mouth, wrestling with its best friend as a way of greeting. Their hands roamed over each other, reacquainting themselves with each and every curve.

They separated after an eternity, breathing ragged and lips glistening.

“I see that someone has been terribly thirsty,” Reshma whispered against her lip.

“Seven weeks,” Laira growled, as she spun the taller woman around, pulling her dress free. She began kissing the flawless caramel colored back that was revealed, then put her hands on those magnificent breasts, which rose and fell with every excited breath. “While you two were going at it every night like animals in Nobhart, I was here, all alone.”

“Sorry about that, love. Aaah!” Reshma’s words were cut off by a gasp, as Laira pinched her nipples. “I’m sure you had some fun alone imagining the two of us together. Aaaah!” she screamed as Laira pinched even harder, twisting the dark nubbins between her thumb and index finger. It didn’t stop her incorrigible lover. “He took me in every way he wanted,” she whispered, “and I let him. In the Castle of Nobhart. In the trading hub of Harrowstead. In the mountain keep of Nebelhain and in the lord’s chambers at Mondgrove.”

Laira’s knees shook, as her core throbbed with need. Reshma knew exactly what those words did to her. Slick heat flooded her insides as the images of those two together, sliding against each other in a violent rhythm, lost to their desires, asserted themselves. Her heart beat even faster, as jealousy turned to pleasure. Wrong in every way conceivable, but Laira had finally accepted herself for who she was.

Reshma tried to step out of the dress pooling at her feet, but Laira stopped her, hands firm on her body; one dug into the pliant flesh of her hip and the other slowly sliding down her fluttering stomach. It stopped, as it found what it was looking for. A large pearl, peeking its head out of its hiding spot. Pulling the taller woman into herself, she began drawing slow, firm circles around it, when a slender hand caught her wrist.

Reshma turned to kiss her nose. “Let’s make this night about you. I’ve had my fill.”

She took Laira by the hand and led her to the large, plush bed. Laira let her push her on the soft mattress.

“Do you want your mistress tonight, or your aide,” Reshma asked, towering over her.

“Just you.”

The lithe woman’s lips curved in a faint smile, as she climbed on top of her and lowered herself, clamping her mouth over Laira’s breast. Her teeth bit down, with enough force to leave a mark.

Gasps of pleasure left Laira, as Reshma’s tongue played with her nipple, flicking it around like a toy.

As her breathing grew ragged, Reshma pulled back, then began moving down, her lips trailing kisses on Laira’s torso. She reached her painfully swollen bud and engulfed it within the warmth of her mouth.

A scream left Laira as Reshma began sucking it, swirling her tongue around her nubbin of pleasure.

She sniggered in satisfaction, as she began her assault. Laira couldn’t help but moan, fingers tangled in Reshma’s dark locks. Her back arched as her lithe lover slid a slender finger into her thoroughly drenched insides. Then two.

After some time, she replaced it with something thicker.

Laira held onto dear life, gasping and moaning, her back arching and relaxing in rhythm with the thrust of something thicker than Reshma’s fingers and the swirl of her tongue.

Then the tremors began.

She screamed with abandon as her climax arrived, her toes curling and back arching, as her thighs shook around Reshma’s head.

The torturer didn’t let up her assault, prolonging the waves of pleasure rolling over Laira’s body.

A few minutes later, Laira stared up at the ceiling, her breathing merely uneven now, while the taller woman looked at her from the side, head propped on her elbow.

“What was that?” she asked between breaths.

“What was what?” Reshma asked innocently.

“That object.”

“Oh, this?” she twirled a polished piece of carved wood in her fingers, glistening with Laira’s own juices. It was as long as her finger and shaped like a flower bud, with a wide base below the narrow neck.

Laira’s face blanched. Then her eyebrows came together in anger. “What if it had taken my maidenhead?”

“It wouldn’t.”

“How do you know that?”

“We… tested it. Just to be sure.”

“And you kept it on yourself as you traveled?”

“I would rather lose my luggage than this. It is… a very special device,” she whispered. “Jack made it himself, just for you.”

Laira buried her face in her hands. “You two are impossible.”

Reshma laughed quietly, then fell silent.

“There is… another reason behind it.”

Laira’s eyes widened at the suddenly serious tone.

“What?”

“He told me that it might take him some time to produce the medicine that would make childbirth safer for you.”

The room went silent.

“When he arrives, I know he will understand your reluctance, but,” Reshma said softly, “there will be expectations. A royal marriage isn’t considered complete until…”

“I know.”

Laira’s throat suddenly felt dry.

“He doesn’t want duty to force you into anything before you are ready,” Reshma said gently.

Laira looked at the object, then at Reshma. “So this…”

“…is the solution we came up with. In the end, it’s your choice.”

Laira’s lips couldn’t help but twitch. He was practical even when concerned.

She looked at Reshma, who was patiently waiting for her decision.

She silently nodded.

“Turn around.”

Heart fluttering with anticipation, she turned herself to lay on her stomach.

Reshma slid over her body.

“Now, relax,” she whispered into Laira’s ear. She nibbled it gently, making her shiver, then slid down.

Her eyes flew open as Reshma’s hand slid down the cleft of her cheeks, one firm finger leading the charge. It kept going down, and down, until it found its target.

“What are you doing?” she asked, scandalized, as the finger began drawing circles around the hidden nubbin.

“Preparing you.”

“Oh God. Really? That hole?”

“Look who is talking.”

“I can’t help what I want!”

“Relax,” Reshma said soothingly. “Soon, you won’t be able to help this either.”

“Did that pervert got you into this?”

“No. I’ve known about such things for a long time. Remember where I used to work. I tried to do it with you before, but you wouldn’t let me.”

“Of course not! Now you have found your courage?”

Reshma paused, then took a heavy breath. “We’ll only continue if you are willing. Jack wouldn’t want me to force it on you.”

Laira sighed, still mortified. Her face felt like it was on fire. She inhaled deeply, then let it go.

“Go on,” she finally spoke.

Reshma leaned in to kiss her earlobe. “Good girl.”

Laira shivered in response. A gasp left her as she felt something cold falling there, as the finger resumed its massage.

“Take deep breaths, then relax,” Reshma said gently.

Laira obeyed.

Despite herself, her world shrank to that part of her body, making it even more sensitive. She felt the pressure building up, as the finger forced the ring open. Her behind quivered as it pushed its way inside.

“Oh, God,” she said, flinching from the novel sensation and embarrassment.

The invader began slowly swirling around, making her squirm.

“Relax,” Reshma commanded.

Laira tried, but found it hard, as the finger began plunging deeper before withdrawing.

She stifled a moan as Reshma pushed the wooden object through her swollen lips. Then she began thrusting it and the finger inside Laira, one after other. Her body became a quivering mess from the novel sensation of both her holes being filled. She bit the pillow as her traitorous rear lifted itself up, asking for more.

“Good girl,” Reshma whispered again, increasing the intensity of her finger-fucking. “We’ll soon have you ready for your wedding night.”

Laira’s fingers twisted in the sheets as she panted. More from anticipation mixed with embarrassment than discomfort.

As the candles grew short, the chamber echoed with gasps and whimpers of a body discovering new sources of pleasure.