The first snows had fallen in the Pass of Ghosts today. Autumn had come in the second year after the Invasion, and in Crolia, that meant that winter was coming fast in its wake. It was still warm enough to be survivable outdoors, and the hunting was still good as the various beasts that lived around Kiah scrambled to put on as much fat as they could before the real snows came. The wilds had been largely unchanged by the alien invasion and the war against the orcs that followed in its wake, and thus so had Kiah.
A few of those that she might have called friends had been killed, perhaps, but that had been a possibility even before the war. Wild beasts and roving bandits had claimed a few people that she'd known before the war, and the increased frequency of death in the region wasn't a huge change from the usual. It had made it slightly more difficult for Kiah to feed however, though not in the physical sense. Nourishing her body wasn't difficult at all in this time of year. No.... It was her spiritual hunger that gnawed at her being, and she had known from earlier dry spells that it could get much worse than any physical hunger.
She had traveled a ways North from her more usual domains, the barren wintry pass that lay between the mountains separating Badaria and Crolia providing little in the way of nourishment for either of her two needs for sustenance in this time of year. The wildlands around Gods-Reach, the ancestral fortress of the high elves of the north, were where she was now, and since the fortress had been taken by orcs only a few months ago the lands had become very dangerous. Warbands of orcs, looking for victims to enslave or villages to plunder, wandered the area while the villages shut their gates and raised their weapons against outsiders.
Her supernatural hunger gnawed at her, however, and Kiah looked down the side of a hill upon a small village surrounded by a crude wooden wall. There was a small farmhouse on the opposite side of the valley in which it sat, and off in the distance she could see a great stone tower, likely centuries old judging by the look of it, poking out over the tops of the trees. It was mid-day, the sun hanging at it's apex in the gloomy sky as light snow fell upon the muddy ground, and if she wanted to try approaching the town gates in the open now was probably the best time. She wasn't on a road, but she could see one by the gap that it left in the trees winding its way towards the village. Of course, given her skillset it wouldn't be hard at all for her to sneak in now or later either. Passing by the village in favor of the lone farmhouse or the tower in the distance were also an option, though she couldn't tell from here whether either was inhabited. Of course, Kiah was just as free to pass by this area entirely if she wanted to, though that would increase the risk of being maddened by her hunger.
Tucked beneath the drooping boughs of a evergreen, Kiah laid a hand over her heart. The pangs of her unearthly hunger felt within the depths of her soul were getting too much to ignore. She might be able to go on another night, maybe two, before she began to slip into a craze.
A frown creased her brow as she studied the tower, homestead, and village. She was not yet at the point where her darker nature turned all thoughts to lust, nor had she had satisfaction recently enough to become truly comfortable. Kiah found herself trapped in the mental limbo between need and want where it became difficult to find herself aroused, despite the need for it.
A heavy sigh slipped through her lips, emerging into the air as a wispy plume of steam that quickly distilled into nothingness. If she were not more desperate, perhaps the farm house would be the better option, but she did not feel like having to deal with jealous spouses, or discovering an empty shack filled with cobwebs.
Rising from her crouch, and pulling her cloak tighter around her form, concealing the wolf like features that set her apart at a glance from the citizens of this land, she began to journey downwards. Slipping quietly between trees, eyes flicking all around in search of Orc ambush or raiding party.
Reaching the edge of the treeline and looking from between bushes clinging to their green even as autumn came over the land, Kiah debated for a moment not approaching the gates, but sneaking in through one of the many ways that guards were not always prepared for.
Again the sigh escaped; she figured it may be safer in the long run for herself if she openly approached the gates. With one hand settling on her sword, fingers curling tightly around the hilt, she strode into the open and paused. Ears twitched beneath the hood of her cloak as she listened, her nostrils flaring as she sniffed at the air, and her eyes slowly scanned the wilderness. Only then, when she felt safe, did she press onwards towards the front gates, fingers loosening from their grip of her blade.
The area just in front of the gates of the town had been cut clear for a hundred feet or so, the forests chopped and burned away in order to allow the men standing on the guard tower to see a wide area around the town. As she stepped out into the open willingly, hand on the hilt of her blade, the men standing on the two guard towers standing beside the gate spotted her immediately. One of them pointed to her, and the other quickly picked up a heavy crossbow, her acute senses allowing her to see the heavy weapon in detail even from this distance. He didn't point it at her, but the threat of the weapon was clear enough; make trouble, and there would be a troubling reprisal.
No threats came her way, either physical or verbal, and the two men on watch simply watched Kiah warily as she paused momentarily at the edge of the treeline. They continued to simply watch her and wait as she started approaching, making no aggressive moves but remaining wary nonetheless. When she reached the gate, the man on the left called down from the tower; "Who goes there? State your business for coming to Radiant's Rest!"
Carefully letting her fingers uncurl from the sword hilt and slowly moving her hand away from her hip, Kiah looked upwards to the guard who had spoken to her. This was going better than she had expected so far, but then with the hood up, showing only her face, she did not look like an adversary.
"Just passing through, looking for somewhere to rest and get a hot meal," she called up to the guard. She didn't bother speaking of what else she needed that lie within the walls, they need not know of what kind of creature they would hopefully soon be letting in.
The man frowned at her, but seeing her face beneath her hood seemed to cause him to settle somewhat. Kiah might have been many things, but an orc was not one of them, and coated in the aphrodisiac slime that those corrupted by the invaders wasn't one either. More mundane dangers were always present of course, but the guards didn't seem to think it likely that she was one of those either, and with a village like this it wasn't unheard of for wanderers to come through from time to time. "Alright, you're welcome here so long as you don't cause any trouble! Don't do anything to make us regret letting you in here!" he said down at her, and then turned around and shouted; "Alright, open the small gate!"
The small gate turned out to be little more than a door set into the wall, and it opened to reveal another guardsman clad in leather and with a sword hanging from his hip. He grimaced at her, but whether the expression was meant to be intimidating or friendly was indeterminate. He motioned for Kiah to step past him, and when she did he stepped back into town as well and pulled the door shut behind himself. "Enjoy your stay in Radiant's Rest," he said as he turned toward her, "Don't cause trouble."
With that, Kiah was free to do as she pleased with herself, which likely didn't include hanging around with the dour bunch of guardsmen. Radiant's Rest was not a large town by any means, as she'd been able to see all of it from where she'd stood on the side of the hill earlier, but that didn't mean that there were no opportunities. On her immediate right was a stable with a well sitting off in the corner next to the wall, and the next building down the road was a tavern. The sign over the door had a picture of a badger having tea, and underneath were the words; 'the Elegant Badger' written in a very smooth, flowing script. The third building on the opposite side of the road was a shop who's sign read; 'Grover's General Store,' and underneath the name was written the line; 'We sell whatever you need!' If neither of those options interested her, Kiah was free to wander around the paved streets in search of something more interesting to her. Many people were out and about, and few if any of them paid her more than a simple glance.
Walking past the first guard, she raised an eyebrow at his comment. "I gathered that, don't worry," she said quietly before pushing further into the town, showing the guard her back.
Slowly her eyes slid amongst the wandering populace, all at once searching for threats and a mate. For a moment she considered heading into the general store, but she didn't have any meat or pelts to sell today, and didn't have much coin to spend.
She stood for a moment in the road, surprised that such a small town was able to pay to have the streets paved. Most villages she had frequented simply dealt with dirt paths and carefully laid logs in times of rain. Scuffing her boot along the stone, she glanced between the people, and the inn. She considered passing it by, but in a town this small it was doubtful she would find a brothel. Even if they did have one, coin was once more an issue.
Letting out a long sigh, resigned to having to use wiles she was having trouble finding the will to bring up, Kiah wandered towards the inn. Slowly she pushed through the door, and made her way to the bar, her eyes flicking into each corner, across each table, finding each face.
Nobody met Kiah's gaze as she observed the people walking along the sides of the street, and indeed everybody seemed to be carefully avoiding one another as much as they were avoiding her. What that might signal wasn't readily evident, however. "Good," the guard snorted simply as he turned back to his likely boring duties, paying her no further heed unless she decided to go back and speak to him for some reason.
Her choice to enter the bar made, Kiah's quick scan of the place noted a number of things. Firstly, that about half of the bar glanced at the door when she entered and then promptly glanced away. Secondly, that it was only sparely occupied at the moment. Perhaps not surprising given the relatively early time of day, but of note regardless. And, thirdly, the woman standing behind the bar was a woman who looked to be in her early forties, and who's considerable bulk and height marked her as a warrior. Her light blonde hair was just starting to turn white, but her muscles were still toned and thick and her movements were crisp and possessed the grace of one used to quick acts of violence.
The bartender watched Kiah warily but offered her a polite nod, but her attention was diverted by two of the men seated at the edge of the bar as one of them said; "Another round Angel." Looking at the two, the speaker was a wiry man with dark hair that was well on the path of receding and a thin mustache under his nose, and the man seated beside him was a much burlier fellow with dirty blonde hair. Between the two of them, the larger man was definitely the more attractive, at least given the conventional views of what was attractive in a man in Crolia. His clothes were well kept compared to his companion's somewhat ratty garb, and his red vest allowed the sight of his bulging arm muscles that gave him the look of a warrior or a laborer.
The bartender brought the drinks over silently with a somewhat pitying look towards the blonde man, and his friend patted him on the back as they received the drinks. The larger man's eyes were red and puffy, his nose was running, and a closer look revealed that he was shaking slightly in his stool. "You can't blame yourself, there was nothing you could have done! If you'da been there you would just have been killed too, and you know that Aria wouldn't have wanted that!" The other man mumbled something incomprehensible, both because it was slurred and because it was spoken in a low mumble, but his companion seemed to understand him given the frown that appeared on his face.
Elsewhere in the bar, a man sat alone at one of the tables in the center of the room, staring at the backs of the two men at the bar with a mirthful expression. His skin was dark, far too dark for him to be a native of the northlands, and the robes that he wore were a mixture of red, gold, and violet that could only be called gaudy. A half-eaten meal was sitting cold before him, as was an opened, leather-bound book with a blank cover. He continued to pick at his food from time to time, but his book was ignored in favor of the man apparently trying to comfort his friend, as was a full glass of wine also sitting before him. The foreigner's hair was cut close to his head and was so black that it was almost blue, the somewhat dim lighting of the candle-and-sunlight-lit tavern reflecting off of it even from where Kiah stood in the entrance.
At another table sitting a good ways away from the foreigner was a party of four, comprised unmistakeably of elves. Their hoods were down to reveal their pointed ears, and their forest-green garbs worn over wooden armor was just as much of a dead giveaway as their unusual physical features. Even though the other three had gone back to their whispered conversation after Kiah's entry, one of them was staring at her still, an inquisitive expression on her face. The party was an even mix of men and women, the two men both possessing dark hair while the women were a blonde and a redhead, and it was the redhead who was still staring at Kiah. Being elves, each of them was attractive in their own right, possessed of smooth skin and noble, angular features, but the girl with red hair was a world above her three companions with her emerald-green eyes and creamy skin. All of them were also quite obviously armed, their bows sitting unstrung beside them and longswords lying in their sheaths across each of their laps.
There were two others at the bar, each sitting away from one another and away from the two men at the corner. One wore a cloak with the hood drawn over their head, but the lines of their body marked them unmistakeably as a woman. They were eating a plate of hash and oats, and a mug of ale sat before them as well. Kiah was unable to tell more than that about her from her from the doorway, though it certainly seemed like she was trying to be left to herself. The other person at the bar was also a woman, but unlike the one in the cloak she seemed quite eager to attract attention, or at least that was an easy assumption to make given her garb and general appearance. She was a head shorter than the bartender, and the red dress that she wore left very little to the imagination. She was leaning her back against the bar and had her arms spread behind her, allowing her to lounge comfortably in her stool while still holding her glass of wine. With her legs crossed and her rather impressive chest puffed out, the woman with honey-blond hair smiled at Kiah invitingly, a twinkle in her sky blue eyes.
In the far corner of the common room almost directly next to the stairs leading up to the second floor sat a trio of men discussing something in low tones. They were seated in a booth, and two of them were seated next to each other and sipping at mugs of ale while the other man was eating a plate of chicken and vegetables while sipping at a glass of wine. The two men who seemed to be together were both clad in black leather armor, while the other was dressed in a white long sleeved shirt worn beneath a soft blue vest that looked as if it were made of velvet. The man sitting alone seemed to be doing most of the talking, occasionally lifting a hand from his meal and running his fingers through his tangled, sandy-blond hair. The other two men were mostly listening and occasionally nodding or adding a short sentence of their own, but shortly after Kiah entered they both down their ales and stood up to leave.
Finally, sitting in the booth in the opposite corner (next to the door) was a party of three, each of them with their hoods drawn up like the woman at the bar. One of them at least was unmistakably a man, for he was far too large to be of the fairer sex, but the other two were too well covered for Kiah to tell their sex. She did get the distinct impression that they were paying attention to that cloaked woman, however.
Nestled at a tall stool before the bar, her wolfen eyes slowly scanning each person within, Kiah finally glanced to the bartender. She kept her hood raised enough to cover her ears, the leather heavy enough to pin them flat against her head, but she offered a small, toothless smile.
"Just an ale please," she said, digging the price of the drink from the small purse tucked beneath her pack, setting the coins down on the table.
As she waited, she thought back on all she knew were around her. She had to tread carefully in here, there were many stories, and few seemed like they would have happy endings. Kiah had her own needs to look after, and she'd prefer to do things quietly.
The cloaked woman beside her, it seemed as if she were being hunted. It would not do to have mercenaries burst in while she was trying to feed. No... the easiest way was to find those looking, and in that regard the woman in red, and the red haired Elf seemed the two best options.
Turning her gaze, Kiah offered the blonde vixen a more sensual smile, and a slight nod of her head. Then she turned to regard the Elf, and that stare. Kiah slowly raised an eyebrow, and matched the Elf's gaze.
Obviously an outsider in these parts, she would do nicely. Kiah had to wonder what the source of the Elf's curiosity was though, and whether it would lead to someone's chambers, or to crossed blades in the dark.
"Coming right up," the bartender said, and came back carrying a mug of ale. "That'll be a coin." Kiah moving to sit by herself over at the bar caused the blond in the red dress to pout slightly, and the red haired elf continued to track her with her gaze, making no attempts to be covert about it. The former seemed about to turn away and look for other prey, but Kiah's alluring smile reignited her interest. She slowly began to shift out of her seat, making a show of her movements in order to draw the eye to her exposed skin. When Kiah turned to the elf, however, she found that the woman had turned to one of her companions in order to say something, and then rose and started walking towards her.
She passed the two men leaving the richly dressed fellow's table on the way, the two of them speaking in low tones, and out of the corner of her eye Kiah saw the man now watching her as he finished his meal, a look of interest akin to the blonde woman's in his eye. The other two men at the corner of the bar continued to speak, the weaselly man trying rather vainly to comfort his friend. The red-headed elven woman stepped up in front of Kiah, her curiosity turning to concern, and said; "How long has it been?"
Kiah was slightly taken aback as she stared up at the elf. The blonde woman was inconsequential now, and most others within the inn, save this elf. The huntress studied her features, reading the concern, the curiosity. For a moment she said nothing, her eyes slowly moving towards the man whose friends had just left. She examined him for a moment, before ever so slightly shaking her head, and pointedly fixing her attention back to the elf woman.
"About three and a half weeks. " Kiah said slowly. She wasn't sure how the elf knew, but she did.
The elf pursed her lips and nodded at Kiah's prompt answer to her strange question. "Do you normally go so long between.... ?" She trailed off and tilted her head, leaving the question implicit, which Kiah might have been grateful for the eyes and ears now centered on them. The bartender was at hand, and the man with sandy blond hair and the woman with a more honeyed color were still watching her intently. "Do you.... Need it soon?" the elven woman asked suddenly, and her strange choices of words had begun to attract attention from those nearby, particularly the bartender.
Kiah glanced at the bartender and sipped at her ale as she raised an eyebrow. "Catching up on gossip?" she asked her calmly, before sliding her gaze at all the others who stared. There was no real point in hiding that darker nature, it would get around quick enough, and she was not ashamed of it.
However, it still wasn't their business, and she'd prefer not to get run out of town by uptight locals.
Focusing once more on the elf, Kiah let a friendly, toothless, smile spread across her features, features more hardened then one would expect from a succubus. Living in the wilds did that to a woman though, and the other blood flowing through her otherwise human veins didn't help matters either.
"Not usually. It has been a difficult time, so yes. Yes I do need it soon," she said calmly, as if ordering a drink. She wondered in the back of the mind if the elf was going to offer her body. She was beautiful, which certainly helped matters, and being so casual about it certainly helped slide into the mood when she was so wound up and caught in the sexual limbo.
The burly woman cracked a smile and offered Kiah a nod of apology before slinking off to get the distressed man and his friend another round, the two having returned to their own business immediately at the hunter's comment towards the woman manning the bar. The honey-haired woman in the red dress hastily turned her gaze back to the door, but the man in the corner with the sandy blonde hair and expensive clothes continued to watch her and the elf curiously. When she turned her gaze back to the redhead and smiled, the elf returned the expression somewhat hesitantly following a moment's pause. In that time Kiah had a moment in which to study the slim elven woman, and there was a degree of similar hardness about her, though perhaps not so much that she matched the half-demon. Given the recent troubles that had beset the elven people and the armaments possessed by her and her companions, that probably didn't come as too much of a surprise.
"It seems to have been a difficult time for many of late," the redheaded elf replied, her tone and smile mirthless. She seemed more at ease with Kiah's casual attitude, and moved to sit in the seat next to the wolfish half-demon. "My companions and I leave this place in the morning to go farther North," she continued casually, "but until then, I would prefer to be of aid to you in... Getting what you need, than to simply sit about and wait."
Kiah couldn't help but let the corners of her lips curl upwards in a small smile. "I've not even gotten a bed for myself yet, though perhaps you can assist in that matter as well. Where is the best place to hunker down for the night?" the huntress asked with a hint of play lingering in each word.
She felt comfortable with the elf, another outsider in a world that seemed to do little but bear weapons on those that were from without. She kept her eyes on the elf, and felt a stirring between her thighs, and within her very soul. The desire was rising now that the moment was so close, and she needed to calm it before it clouded her mind.
Getting to her feet, Kiah gave the Elf a rather pointed look. "Come, let us find somewhere to... satiate my needs," the succubus blooded huntress said with a slight and rumble in her throat.
"We got here twenty minutes before you did, but that was time enough for me to get a room for the night... I've not been here before, but Gabriel has," she gestured towards the table she had left, though exactly which of the elves there she was indicating was impossible to guess. Though she wore a relaxed smile as she spoke, the elven woman frowned slightly as Kiah rose to her feet. That expression was dropped in favor of a bemused one when she spoke, and the elf's voice contained a bit of melodious laughter, "Heh, you haven't even asked my name yet and you're already pulling me into bed! I never knew I was so attractive."
She rose to her feet, "It's right upstairs, come..." She started for the stairs leading up, but before they had reached them Kiah's sensitive ears heard the man who had been comforting his friend whisper; "What the hell was that about...." A moment later, he called out; "Oi, Angel! Another round!"
Kiah and her elven consort were allowed to head upstairs in peace, and in short order she had stepped into a somewhat cramped but nonetheless serviceable bedroom. There was a bed sitting in the corner, clearly meant for only a single person even though it was large enough to fit the both of them (assuming they laid close enough together of course) and a wooden rocking chair sitting next to a closed window with glass panes. "The people on the streets called this place "homey," though I might err more towards cramped. Still, it's a suitable place to stay... And the bed is VERY soft, at least compared to the half-frozen ground that I've been lying on for the last few weeks," she said, and then turned around with a wry grin on her face. "What do you think of it, my new friend?"
Kiah ignored the other comments through the tavern, keeping her attention focused on the elf for the moment. No one seemed to be following, she could afford to lose herself in this moment and savour what was to come.
"Do you plan on bringing me along then? I figure the memory of lips would be a perfect substitute for a name if this was just to be tonight," Kiah said as the pair ascended the stairs, her tone toying with a line between coy and cold at once.
As they walked side by side towards the elf's room, Kiah's fingers toyed with the small of the other woman's back, sliding along the gentle curves of her spine, leaning close enough to smell her skin. She let the digits roam and explore even as her eyes took in the small, cramped room.
"Cramped seems a rather ample description, but I don't think we'll be needing much room," Kiah said, moving towards the bed and pushing gently on the elf's back.
The elf didn't answer immediately following Kiah's somewhat oddly toned proclamation, though her body language didn't tip off Kiah towards her thoughts on the half-demon's decision. Only when they had reached the top of the stairs did she respond simply and tonelessly; "Fair enough." There was no effort to push away from Kiah's gentle touch as they ascended the stairs, and after they had reached the top and Kiah moved to her side the redheaded elf returned the gesture, gently running her fingers over Kiah's cloaked back. The other woman's smell of the trail was masked in part by a light flowery scent, almost like mountain wildflowers and lilacs on a cool autumn morning. It wasn't an altogether unheard of occurrence, Kiah smelling such things around those upon whom she was about to feed, and it often gave her a preview of what such a person's essence would taste like, for lack of a better word.
Her new friend smirked as she was pushed towards the bed, letting out a soft chuckle. "We won't, will we? There's plenty of room here for just the two of us~" she said softly, and when she reached the bed turned about and sat down upon it, a wry smile on her face. "So, now that the wolf has me in her lair, I suppose it's time for her to gobble me up, hrm?" Her words were followed by a light titter, but if Kiah chose that moment to remove her cloak and expose her more wolfish features, the elf would indulge in a moment of rich laughter and say; "I had no idea that you were literally a wolf!" If the other woman was bothered by Kiah's unnatural features, she didn't show it, and the smile on her face and the ever increasing presence of her flowery scent indicated that she was only growing more eager to see what other surprise Kiah might have in store for her.
Dropping her cloak to the ground, Kiah couldn't help but smile at the elf's words. Her tail flicked back and forth behind her as she calmly approached the bed, climbing atop the beautiful Elf, straddling her form. For a quick moment she savoured her scent, breathed in the mixture of trail and flowers and woman.
Then her lips grazed the Elf's own, softly, almost lovingly, as her fingertips slid over the other woman's clothing, searching out the ties and clasps keeping it in place.
With the moment upon her, Kiah felt the heat burning in her loins, felt the draw of the woman's essence and hungered for it, ears twitching as her tongue slid over the Elf's lip, tasting her. When she had managed to remove the elf's armour, Kiah took the slight feminine hands, and guided them to the clasps of her own leather bustier, the only thing between the world and her skin.
The elf leaned back but remained partially upright as Kiah straddled her, her eyes mostly closing as their lips brushed lightly together and their hands started exploring, pawing at each other's clothing in search of the quickest way to remove them. Her partner wore armor, a common enough feature in these times, but it was somewhat more covering and complicated than Kiah's own leathers. The whole thing was made of leather with a few bits of metal, but the front was almost completely bare save for a pair of buckles along the sides that were normally covered by the arms. On the back, there were a series of straps that kept it together near the small of the elf's back, and only when the buckles on the sides had been undone and the six ties had been undone could Kiah lift the piece over the other woman's head. Kiah's comparatively simple gear was a bit easier for her partner to figure out, but she kept herself occupied by undoing the clasps of Kiah's bustier one at a time and planting light kisses on her lips.
Only after the elf's chest plate had been removed, their briefing parting causing the elf to let out a light whine and leaving her in the thick shirt that she wore beneath did she opt to undo the last of the clasps keeping Kiah's bustier closed. There was a brief pause in their disrobing in which the elf work a hand beneath Kiah's chestpiece, running her fingers along the half-demon's belly and up the curve of one of her breasts. Darting fingers rubbed over the soft mound and up to its peak, a few slow circles closing in until her partner gave the tip of Kiah's breast am experimental rub. She pulled her hand out after that, and then only after her shirt was gone did she peal the garment off of Kiah, allowing the elf to run her hands freely over Kiah's breasts and flick her tongue out to dart playfully against that of the now half naked half-demon, while Kiah untied and removed her bra.
With both their tops removed, Kiah's fiery-haired partner started becoming more forward. For one, she closed her eyes and parted her lips, and her tongue flicked against the tip of Kiah's as it slowly drew back. At the same time her hands had become much more adventurous, one resting on Kiah's rear and squeezing it softly while the other cupped over one of her breasts, her palm gently rubbing over Kiah's nipple. Her scent had practically doubled in strength as they disrobed one another, the sweet scent of her essence and the tastes granted by the tiny nibbles that Kiah was able to take from their kissing and fondling serving to stoke the flames of her supernatural hunger.
You left just when I was going to ask whether Kiah had the clasps in the front or the back, so I had to wing it a whee bit.
Soft gasps slipped free into the air as her body was fondled. The embers of her lust bursting into flames within her soul as she ran her hands across the Elf's back and through her hair. Kiah's tongue pushed outwards, sliding and dancing with her new lover's own, tasting deeper than the flesh even as hips rolled and ground rear into hand and groin into lap.
Pleasure coursed from her breasts, the stimulation to her stiff nipples making her moan hungrily, muffled by the press of lips.
Kiah let her hands slide down the other woman's back, nails ghosting along the skin, tracing the curve of spine and feel of muscle hidden. Fingertips dipped into the waistband of the lover's remaining garment, thumbs hooking on the outside as hands probed downwards, feeling the feminine curve of hip and ass. Kiah groaned again, savouring the feel of soft flesh even as she wriggled her hips, trying to taunt the elf into removing the soft leather adorning her legs, clinging to her hips and rear like a second skin.
Already she could feel the woman's essence on her tongue, burning as it slid somewhere deeper and unnatural within herself. It was just an appetizer, a tease of what was to come when passion took hold and reached its peak.
