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And here, finally, alone in Lelith’s rooms overlooking the dark spires of Commorragh, with Morghana tucked against her, did Lelith feel some of the tension leave her. Dreams of victory and bloodshed would carry them far, side by side, into glory and delight, but for now, it was just the two of them, alone, as it had been many times before.
Morghana muttered something quiet enough that Lelith didn’t catch the words, even if she did feel the Succubus’ lips moving against her neck, where her face was pressed.
Lelith allowed herself to feel the shiver that the motion sent through her, and a smile to pull at her lips. “Nothing and no one has fascinated me as much as you. Every new warrior, each slaughtered foe, any new vistas, they all pale next to you.”
“Now,” Morghana said, raising her voice and pulling back to meet Lelith’s eyes, “now I know that you are trying to flatter me.”
“I would never,” Lelith said, cupping the Succubus’ chin with a hand, still in a clawed gauntlet, allowing the sharp fingers to press into her bottom lip. “I mean every word.”
“Prove it,” Morghana said, her eyes alight. There was a flush to her pale face. She was already leaning in towards Lelith.
And, importantly, she knew Lelith, too, never would back down from a challenge. Lelith surged forward, kissing her hard enough to bruise, biting her hard enough to draw blood. It was like the first time all over again, but now, now they had grown over those many centuries in such a way that they fit perfectly together.
Morghana’s blood was still the same, potent bouquet that lingered on the palette. When Lelith pulled away, she licked once more at Morghana’s lips, just to get another taste.
She felt Morghana smiling. Her hands had already wound into Lelith’s long red hair, knowing where the blades were bound within so where to hold if she wished to bleed out or to just get a firm grip and pull. “That can’t be everything,” she said, voice barely above a whisper.
“You are my everything,” Lelith said, and kissed her again, harder this time.
Morghana was kissing her back, pulling hard at her hair, but one of her hands had fallen down to get a tight grip on Lelith’s shoulders, feeling the musculature there. They were both strong, long and lithe and with enough force in their bodies that they were weapons unto themselves. Still, was a weapon looked after with such care not something to be admired? And Lelith took her time admiring Morghana, feeling the silk of her white hair, the softness of her skin that belied the hard muscle below. She kissed each of Morghana’s scars, remembering the look of blood leaking from such a lovely form and how the Succubus threw herself with such fervour into a fight.
As Lelith worked her way down, both the Drukhari still dressed in their dark leathers, she found herself on her knees looking up to Morghana. She offered a crooked grin up to Morghana’s somewhat dazed expression.
There was still some blood dripping from Morghana’s lip where she was bitten, moving in a distracting trail that dripped down the long column of her neck. What passed for a shirt offered little to hide its trail, since the leather straps showed more flesh than they hid.
No one more fascinating, Lelith had spoken true, but no one more beautiful. Morghana had a warrior’s form, but in the tiny crinkling at the corners of her brilliant eyes and the way her bleeding lips formed a bow and in how perfectly she felt in Lelith’s arms, in all of this there was beauty beyond what Lelith had the words for.
She was no poet, but a warrior. And what better way to show her devotion than through action?
Lelith kissed Morghana’s stomach, tasting any scars along her abdomen, even as she coaxed Morghana out of her heels and leather skirt.
“Oh, how modest you are today,” Lelith said, as she hooked a finger under the black thong that was revealed. It barely covered some of the white hair that curled out from underneath it. Another finger, she ran along the bare scrap of fabric, feeling the lips just barely hidden below and the shudder that ran through Morghana. Lelith’s own mouth crooked upward again. “Wet already.”
“Lelith,” Morghana said, voice a delicious low sound. She was standing firm, even as Lelith coaxed another shudder through her strong frame.
“Morghana,” Lelith said back, matching her tone.
Morghana cursed, even as she grinned down. “If you don’t take me to bed and fuck me, I will have to kill you in the most boring, uninspired way possible. And it will be all your fault.”
Even as a laugh bubbled in her throat, Lelith sprang back to her feet, scooping Morghana up spinning for a moment with her in her arms just to feel that delightful pull of gravity.
She had Morghana spread out on the bed under her a few moments later. The silks were soft under them both, and the deep blues suited Morghana. Though, what didn’t suit her? Certainly the marks that Lelith bent to leave along her next would be just as pretty on her as the finest of jewels. And from how Morghana moaned under her and was reaching for Lelith’s clothes, she seemed to enjoy the gifting process far more.
Morghana managed to tug off Lelith’s sparse top without ripping it in her hair or to shreds with her own hands, and was seemingly unable to decide whether she wanted to caress Lelith’s forearms or to cup at her breasts. The sheer amount of muscle on Lelith and the dancer’s grace meant they were less than modest handfuls, but Morghana was entranced by them nonetheless.
“Why,” Morghana said, hands and eyes still roving, “are you so gorgeous?”
“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” Lelith said, carefully taking down Morghana’s hair so the white tresses fell over the silks, enjoying the attention to her arms and breasts.
Morghana quirked a white eyebrow, as she barely suppressed an amused smile. “Really? But how do you look so put together having never used a mirror?”
That got a snort out of Lelith, which turned into something too close to a gasp as Morghana sat up, getting most of a breast in her mouth at once, already biting at her. “Who’s the flatterer now?” Lelith said, her tone perhaps less even than she had intended.
The only response Morghana offered was to continue lavishing attention on her breasts, with both hands now cupping at her and tugging at whichever nipple her mouth wasn’t on. Lelith let herself enjoy this, let Morghana have a chance to play with her body, let herself grind against her fellow warrior to coax further pleasure into them both.
As much as Lelith enjoyed letting Morghana have her fill of playing with her tits, she also wanted to get the last scraps of clothing off Morghana and make her scream. She wounds her fingers through strands of white hair, feeling every individual strand before she tugged at the length. Morghana moaned so sweetly at that as she was pulled off Lelith.
“Just like that,” Lelith said, and kissed Morghana once more, tasting her lips and the blood all in one.
Finding where the straps for what passed for Morghana’s shirt actually tied off was harder than getting it off her. The thong was even easier to slide off her. She was warm and wet and her back arced from the silken sheets as Lelith reached between her legs.
She tasted just like Lelith remembered. And the sounds she was wringing out of Morghana now were finer than any music. Morghana’s muscular legs wrapped around Lelith’s shoulders, in an effort to drag her even closer. There weren’t many ways Lelith could get closer to her lover than they were now, unless she were to slice open her fellow warrior and tear her heart out, to give that a taste. No, no, it was easy enough to sink a pair of fingers into Morghana, feeling how much wetter she had gotten.
“Oh, Lelith, I,” Morghana gasped.
Lelith smirked even as she continued to suck at Morghana’s clit, pleased in the knowledge that she still knew how to drive her mad.
Morghana was writhing on the silken sheets, caught and pinned and seemingly unsure if she wanted to push closer or push away. Lelith took the opportunity to pull away, which got a desperate whine from the other warrior.
“We should’ve just done this in the arena. Nothing like when you’re covered in blood. Nothing like a battle to get the blood going,” Lelith said, voice rough, her lips sticky and wet.
“No-o-o,” Morghana whined.
“No?” Lelith arched an eyebrow.
Morghana desperately shook her head, eyes half lidded. She was definitely trying to fuck herself on Lelith’s fingers now, but Lelith was able to hold her down and still with just one hand, continuing to play with her at a pace Lelith herself determined. The noise from Morghana at that was deliciously pathetic. Lelith could taste her desperation and that she was close, being kept now on a knife’s edge that teetered between pleasure and pain.
“Just, just you,” Morghana managed to gasp out. “Not in front of them all. I…”
Lelith tilted her head slightly, letting Morghana continue to try and find her words.
“No one else is so worthy! I only want you! You, and no one else!” Morghana cried, eyelids fluttering, porcelain face flushed a dark, pretty pink.
That sent a surge of pleasure through Lelith. To hear such a confession, offered as it was in her own private rooms, seemed an invitation for intimacy beyond what Commorragh needed to see, enough to confirm that they were each other’s weakness. But, oh, what a weakness. If Lelith’s weakness was this woman, open and moaning and saying such oaths beneath her, then it was a weakness she would guard better than her own self. An honour above anything, for such a warrior to offer such dedication. Lelith’s heart felt over-full. It was easy enough to use her thumb to give her clit some attention, swollen and pink as it was. “Morghana,” she began, moving down, pressing a kiss then a bruise to her thighs, even as she continued to finger Morghana. “There is no one else who has ever captivated me as you have. I want no one else. I am unmade when I am with you.”
“Ye-e-es, Lelith, I…”
Still feeling something in her chest that threatened to break it open, Lelith kissed Morghana’s thigh once more, before biting the other hard enough to bleed. That got a high-pitched scream from Morghana, and she felt the delicate tremors around her fingers as Morghana came. Lelith lapped at the blood, biting her again, gentler, but again and again, drawing more blood that stained the silks below them. It was always easier to get another orgasm or two out of Morghana after the first, and she responded just like Lelith remembered.
And just like she remembered, Morghana started to babble after the first. Not quite overstimulated, but still sensitive enough that Lelith could taste the pain in the air even as Morghana cried out for more. Lelith gave it to her, teasing at her clit to draw out Morghana’s pleasure and drive her closer to madness.
But after wringing two out of her in quick succession, Lelith pulled back a moment just to gaze upon Morghana’s face. She was still flushed, a little sweaty, hair mussed. There was no one so beautiful as her, and Lelith couldn’t help but move up to kiss her hard enough to bite, reopening the bite on her lips.
“Oh, Lelith,” Morghana murmured from between kisses.
Lelith just responded with her own moan as Morghana reached down, her own plain underwear easily pushed to the side. Morghana, too, still seemed to remember what Lelith liked, rubbing small insistent motions on one side of Lelith’s clit, the points of her nails offering further maddeningly sensual touches.
Now Lelith was the one who was gasping and pushing back against her lover, even as she was still braced above her.
“Lelith, I want to see you fall apart,” Morghana said, kissing her on the cheeks and the underside of her jaw, licking at the pulse in Lelith’s throat, still insistently rubbing those tiny unending circles.
All the words Lelith could think of were curses, and Morghana’s name, and she came just as she was using Morghana’s name like it were some oath.
As Lelith caught her breath, laying on her side next to her fellow warrior, she watched, entranced, as Morghana raised her own fingers to her mouth, licking off any slick from Lelith.
“Let me have a proper taste?” Morghana said, her eyes glittering.
What was there for Lelith to do but agree? She kissed Morghana once more, before moving over her face as Morghana encouraged her, grinding herself down on Morghana’s eager lips. Morghana’s hands wrapped around Lelith’s thighs, encouraging her down, her eyes closed in further pleasure as she savoured Lelith above her.
After she got out a few more curses, Lelith’s brain caught up to her mouth. “You’re so good to me,” she whispered, feeling if she spoke any louder she might die.
Morghana just moaned, her tongue not ceasing its movements.
She looked so good here. It felt so right, being together with Morghana again.
And when Lelith came again, it was again with Morghana’s name on her lips.
And when they settled down next to one another, neither willing to move towards the baths, Lelith found herself studying Morghana’s face as though she didn’t know her as well as her own visage. Morghana was looking back at her, the hint of a smile pulling at her lips. Moments like this, Lelith struggled more with words, so she just held her fellow warrior and allowed herself to feel how soft Morghana’s hair was. And as Morghana settled against her, they still fit perfectly together like this.
“The years apart, I find them empty, and to have passed in a blink, when the last days with you have been so much fuller as they used to be,” Morghana murmured. “I am eager to see what further delights you will bring our way.”
Our way. Lelith smiled into Morghana’s hair, and said, “Whatever you desire, whatever battle, whatever sight. I will bring it all to you.”
The little pleased hum from Morghana she felt more than heard. “And I, to you. After all, I can’t simply let you outdo me.”
Lelith felt her smile grow. Yes, yes, this was the future she wanted. The one with Morghana by her side, in battle and in bed.