CH 127: Riefleheimian Women

Claire felt her fatigue take over, her eyelids growing heavier by the second. Ursa was still gently cleaning her softening cock while Jasmine helped, both of them tender in their touches. Claire longed to keep going, to bask in their warmth a little longer, but her body gave in. Sleep claimed her quickly, leaving the other two alone.

Jasmine licked her lips, her eyes hazy as she savored the lingering taste of their lover. She’d ignored her skill this whole time, too enchanted by Claire’s essence to focus on anything else. The flavor coated her mouth, rich and addictive, truly like nothing she'd tasted before.

Ursa’s lust finally faded as she slowly began to think about what had happened. She toyed with the metal charm on her collar, a mix of emotions stirring within her. She couldn’t deny how much she enjoyed the interaction, but her pride took a hit.

She watched Jasmine, who seemed to be in a trance now. The usually stoic assassin had a lustful smile as she leaned down to lick Claire’s abdomen. Ursa watched on, marveling at how different the woman seemed from her first impression.

A month ago, the idea of submitting to anyone, especially as a “pet,” would’ve enraged her. But here she was. Collared. Claimed. Loved. She watched Jasmine, still lost in bliss as she leaned down to kiss Claire’s abdomen, and wondered how she’d changed so much… so fast.

After licking her sleeping lover’s toned belly, Jasmine turned to Ursa. She knew full well what the warrior was going through. How do you reconcile your actions with your pride as a professional?

Jasmine scooted closer, grabbing the hand of the warrior. Those conflicted red eyes met her own as she leaned in to kiss Ursa. The warrior accepted the affection, only tensing up.

Instead of the primal, sloppy kisses from before, Jasmine chose a more intimate kiss. Gently pushing the warrior onto her back. She parted from their kiss, now on top of the dazed woman. She bit back a smile as she watched Ursa’s face flush.

“You can be both,” Jasmine said, caressing the flustered woman’s face. “You can be the fierce warrior who made Reyna bleed, and Claire’s precious, obedient pet. That’s part of your charm.”

Ursa blinked rapidly. She could feel that comforting warmth radiate from Jasmine’s body. “It’s not that simple, Jasmine.”

“Call me Jazz,” Jasmine said with a welcoming smile. “You’ve more than earned the right.”

“J-Jazz…” Ursa struggled to say it. She fumbled over the word and had to look away from Jasmine’s piercing grey eyes.

“Your reactions… they’re far too cute.” Jasmine whispered as she leaned in. She planted a soft kiss on the warrior’s cheek, causing the Ravian to squirm underneath her.

“I’m not… cute. I shouldn’t be cute,” Ursa insisted. Her pride was shattering from the compliments. “I-I should be feared… respected. Not some.. Puppy.”

“Aww, that just makes it cuter,” Jasmine whispered into Ursa’s ear. She played with Ursa’s collar, causing the charm to make a jingling noise. “Claire was able to domesticate you…”

Part of her wanted to agree, the other part fought back. No Ravian would accept this. Her former teacher would kill her if she found out. Her parents would have another failure of a daughter.

A deep sense of sadness and shame took over Ursa. Her thoughts returned to her sister and their last meeting. How cruel she was to the sister she’d always looked up to. And yet, here she is.  Falling under the same spell.

“Riefleheim women are addicting…” Ursa muttered. It was the excuse her sister had given her. “Bellona was right, you women… are worth changing for.”

Jasmine’s smile widened. She took what Ursa said as a compliment and rewarded the warrior with another kiss. She parted from it and leaned her forehead against Ursa’s.

“Right? Claire… she allowed me to love again.” Jasmine whispered. “I have my own past… but she… broke those walls with ease. Then there’s Elsie…”

The two shared a laugh.

“She’s… a lot. Bratty and headstrong… but she cares for her sister. And for us. It’s… endearing,” Jasmine continued. “Ana… is how I wish Elsie would act. Caring and smart. Lily’s been my friend since I was a kid. I still beat myself up for never noticing her beauty…”

Ursa listened, letting Jasmine’s warmth override her thoughts. She let her shame and sorrow fade as she wrapped her arms around Jasmine’s waist. A bold move for the warrior.

“And you?” Ursa asked. “What makes you so addicting?”

“My oral skills,” Jasmine said with a giggle.

Ursa joined her in laughter. She already knew what made Jasmine so addicting besides her skills as a lover. The woman was dependable and capable. The shining example of a warrior. Yet, that wasn’t what drew Ursa in.

Jasmine, much like herself, had another side to her.

The cold-blooded assassin was anything but that. Her body radiated a comforting warmth and she was full of emotions. Something antithetical to her class. A contradiction that intrigued Ursa.

Ursa decided to be bold. She leaned in, initiating a kiss. The assassin accepted her embrace lovingly. Ursa felt her chest burn with passion as her hands crawled down her lover’s back.

Jasmine pulled back from the kiss, “Easy there… I’m still verrry horny.”

Ursa nodded. She swallowed hard, finding her words. “Yes. That is the point.”

Jasmine chuckled. She pressed her bulge against Ursa’s hardening cock. The assassin still had her pants on, but she didn’t care. She grinded against Ursa, feeling the warrior grow.

Ursa’s fingers latched onto Jasmine’s waistband and hesitantly slid them off. Jasmine bit her lip, letting the warrior undress her. She kicked her pants to the side, letting her length press against Ursa’s.

Ursa’s breath sped up alongside her heartbeat. Her hands rested on Jasmine’s toned butt. She didn’t realize she was toying with the assassin’s butt as she was too focused on Jasmine’s cock pressed against hers.

The two met in another kiss as Jasmine continued to move. She moaned into their kiss, allowing Ursa’s hands to explore her body. She pulled back from the kiss and leaned in close to Ursa’s ear.

“You ready?” She whispered. She moved back, her tip grazing against the warrior’s soaked folds.

Ursa whimpered and nodded. Her insides quivered for Jasmine to enter her. Jasmine smiled and gently teased Ursa’s entrance.

“Come on, Ursa,” Jasmine teased. “Say it.”

“P-please.” Ursa whimpered. “I’m ready for you.”

“Good girl,” Jasmine whispered. As she did, she gently moved forward. Ursa arched her back as Jasmine’s cock entered her. Her legs wrapped around the assassin, pulling her in.

“Fuck… Jazz,” Ursa moaned as Jasmine bottomed out inside her. “I-I feel so full…”

Jasmine kissed her neck, claiming the spot with a soft bruise. “You’re perfect like this,” she whispered. “So tight… so warm…”

“N-no,” Ursa murmured. “Stay in me… please.”

“Relax, it’ll feel better if I can move.” Jasmine cooed.

Ursa nodded and eased her legs, allowing Jasmine to thrust. Each thrust slow and deliberate, a more romantic rhythm. She pulled back enough for Ursa to feel the emptiness, building up the longing for a moment, before thrusting back in.

It wasn’t wild, nor was it full of lust. Jasmine wanted Ursa to truly feel the love and warmth of sex. The more intimate sex Jasmine had experienced with her lovers, not the rushed version they’ve had while traveling.

It broke the poor warrior in the best way. Each time Jasmine would pull back, the emptiness would quickly set in. Ursa’s insides craved for Jasmine to fill her, her cock throbbed longingly between them.

It didn’t take long for Ursa to orgasm. The rhythmic movements, the stimulation and the burning passion in her chest coalesced into a mind-melting rush of pleasure. Jasmine felt Ursa tighten around her, her insides making it hard for Jasmine to move. But Jasmine was too close.

While Ursa slurred out a moan, Jasmine continued to thrust. She could feel her own orgasm rising as Ursa’s legs wrapped tightly around her. Heat spread across her abdomen as Ursa’s seed painted it white.

She was so close.

With one last tidal wave of pleasure, Ursa tightened around Jasmine. Her legs, her pussy desperately clinging to Jasmine’s cock. Both tightened around her lover, holding her in place. Keeping her deep within Ursa.

“Fuuuck…” Jasmine moaned into Ursa’s ear, her voice breaking as she released deep inside. Rope after rope of cum spilled into her lover’s womb, until Ursa could feel it press outward, until the warrior could feel the bulge in her own belly.

Jasmine’s strength gave out as she continued to release within Ursa. She landed on top of the warrior as she filled her lover. It took longer than normal, but Jasmine’s cum slowed down.

Proof of the love Jasmine had given her. Thankfully, some of it leaked out, releasing the suffocating pressure.

Ursa could feel the bulge in her belly press against Jasmine, her insides feeling smooshed. Jasmine lay on top of her, breathless and covered in Ursa’s seed. She took a moment to catch her breath, her cock twitching within Ursa.

“This… is the best part,” Jasmine said between breaths. “The cleanup… My Goddess, I let so much…”

Ursa’s heart raced with excitement as Jasmine shakily pushed herself up. “We-we’ll savor it… to-together.” She murmured, her words heavily slurred.

“Gotta do this fast,” Jasmine said with a warm smile. She readied herself to leave Ursa’s pussy as she untangled Ursa’s legs from around her. “Else it’ll soak into the bedding…”

“I can help with that,” Came a soft, teasing whisper. Jasmine shivered as Elsie pressed up against her back.

“How long have you been up?” Jasmine asked, her breath catching as Elsie’s bulge pressed into her butt.

“Mmm… since you mentioned my name.” Elsie giggled, planting a kiss on Jasmine’s shoulder. “Apparently, I’m bratty and annoying? I didn’t know that.”

“I said headstrong…” Jasmine whispered back. Though the complaint melted into a gasp as Elsie pressed closer.

“I know what that implies,” Elsie purred as she pulled away from Jasmine. “Come on, Jazz... I’m ready to catch it all.”