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They neared Menzoberranzan. Palpable excitable energy bubbled up amongst the troops as footfalls came to rest. Their army, flattened all in their way thus far and now the bards sung the final war march. Hallowed hymns of old rung out in languages none could translate but imbued everyone with a sense of righteous power. The rythmic beating of drums kept the soldiers in step. Luckily they had acquired a powerful spell before advancing their forces on the Underdark. An echo would have given them away but morale was important.
Revelry was a given as some would sing for the last time.
"Are you excited to be so close to home sia itov?" Justice purred. She held Minthara from behind, they lay naked in a nest-like pile of bedding that had seen it's fair share of "battles" inside their spacious tent. Minthara ran her fingers over silky scales, pulling her closer. She in turn nuzzled into her neck, affectionately planting reverent kiss after kiss to it. Minthara indulged in the physical pleasure it gave her. A pocket of warmth gradually blossoming in her core.
"I'm excited for the coming bloodshed yes, and to have you here with me." She turned and swiftly pinned her drakeblooded lover beneath her. Justice smirked, her eyes turning dark. Almost intinctually she began to move her hips.
Ever since finding freedom from Bhaal she discovered just how much she preffered acting on her own carnal accord. Minthara understood that and would consummate their bond over and over until their loins ached, until no God would claim either of them.
"Perhaps save your strength for the battle ahead my love." Justice reasoned guiltily.
"You are my strength. Do not deny me, what is mine." Minthara brushed her thumb over her lips. Justice's breath hitched before she took it into her mouth and sucked. She wasn't seriously hoping they'd stop, on the contrary.
Minthara smiled, she tilted her lovers chin up, forcing eye contact. She could already feel her wetness against her thigh. She salivated for it. Pulling her hand away caused petulant moans to escape her prize. "Legs up." she commanded. Obediantly Justice held them and spread, revealing her dripping cunt. Minthara spat into it. Ripples of pleasure made her arch her back. "Please."
"Quiet, we don't want all of Menzoberranzan hearing you...Yet."
Justice loved it when she gave her these challenges. She nodded and Minthara's tongue soon lay into her. Her breath became heavy as she tried to stifle moans. Waves of ecstasy hit her as each lick brushed over her clit. Minthara ate of her as if she was the most succulent meal in the Underdark, which let's face it she probably was.
She kissed, sucked and bit, making her twitch and writhe in all the best ways. When she was done she wiped her mouth clean before she grabbed ahold of her legs and ground down animalistically. Her cunt felt so good. Justice's eyes were blown out, mania overcame her. "Yes, yes, yes use me."
Minthara growled low in response. No denying how good it felt, the slick melding together between them. She maintained a brutal pace, one hand clasped around the dragonborn's throat. Justice smiled, dazed by the rush it brought her.
She rasped out a breath, Minthara slowed and softened. Her hair was a beautiful mess, white tendrils fell over her lustful eyes. Red met red. Now that she had found her way back to the Underdark, they almost seemed to glow at times like these. Justice reached out pulling her closer. Their lips met. What started off gentle quickly became ravenous as soon as she tasted herself on her wife's tongue.
They slipped their hands down each other, both pushing for release. It almost hurt how much they needed touch. Tongues and fingers pressed against all the right places. They matched each others' intensity, both intent on pleasing the other.
In a violent crescendo, an expulsion of fluid exploded and streamed down Minthara's legs, gushing into her lovers' throbbing cunt. Justice was soon to follow, nearly screaming out in pleasure. It was disgusting, sticky but neither cared.
As panting faded into soft breaths, Minthara rolled over onto the opposite side of the bed and stared at her. Justice stared back. Countless times they spent, just looking at each other in silent devotion.
Minthara curled up into her wife's chest. She was much smaller so she fit into the crook of her body perfectly. "You are always mine. Alurlssrin." She whispered.
They felt warmth for each other greater than that of any God's chosen.
Indulgence in this feeling before and after clean up was an unspoken rule.