- 42nd of Winter, 519
The endless cold whistled outside, battering the shutters and tracing fingers of ice across the warped windows. But those inside the Red Lantern had found ways to keep warm.
Madeira couldn't even remember what the cold felt like. Drowning in a sea of black silk, she was gasping, growling, pulling, pushing, as her body fell apart. Every muscle in her was burning, and she screamed from the exquisite torture of it. The heat pulsed, wave after wave that left her weak and shaking. Until at last, alight and exhausted, she rolled off of the woman beneath her with one final gasp.
The room fell quiet then but for the deep, ragged breaths of the two women tangled in the black silk bed sheets. Outside the wind howled, demanding to be let in, and from under the floorboards faint strings of laugh and music floated up from the showroom below, but the room itself felt apart from all of it. There was almost a religious hush, an air of sanctity that felt almost holy as they laid there in silence.
Madame Belladonna turned over and stretched with a satisfied groan, her arms reaching catlike to the fancifully carved mahogany headboard. There were bite marks on her shoulders; perfect little red crescents that hung like moons over her taut snowy skin.
"My my, if I had known..." she laughed, deep and breathless, "I might have petched you sooner."
Its greedy demands having been met, Madeira's lust was slowly draining away, leaving a kind of blissful emptiness behind. Naked but for an array of colourful tattoos and a sheen of sweat, she breathed deep and savored it. The Spiritist was in a slow spiral. Dizzy with exertion, fuzzy with spent emotion and sore in the most pleasant way, she was sagging into the thick mattress. Down, down, down, breathing slow with her cheek pressed against a pillow and her leg thrown around Belladonna's hips.
But in that floating silence left behind by her more base urges, her more logical side was fighting to be heard. As the ticks ticked on Madeira slowly came back to herself, carrying with her an unwelcomed dose of clarity. She blinked herself awake and frowned, a furrow digging itself between her increasingly baffled brow.
"Why did I do that?"
"Because I wanted you too." How did the Madame still look so perfect? She sat up, and the sweat looked like pearling jewels on her breasts. The crushed waves of luxurious brown hair looked artfully tossed across her bare shoulders. She touched gingerly at one of the red half-crescents on her body. "Oh dear, that will leave a bruise."
"You seduced me" Madeira sputtered, the incredulousness chasing out the last wisp of post coital glow.
"I did." Her smile had a sort of purring satisfaction to it as her amber eyes roamed up Madeira's body. "There were some things I wanted to know."
"Like how I taste?", the Spiritist grumbled, frustrated to know she lost control. Belladonna was suppose to be teaching her how to seduce Chiona, not how to be seduced. She hoped the Madame didn't expect her to pay for the lesson she wasn't having. She pulled away from the woman, shimmying down and pulling the silk sheets up under the pits of her arms.
"There's a lot you can learn about a person when their on their back. It's such an open, vulnerable situation, don't you agree?" Belladonna smiled, walking her fingers over Raj's snarling skull. "The body doesn't lie. For example", she pulled the sheets out of Madeira's grasp and threw her leg over the startled woman's waist. Then in one smooth and practised motion she pulled herself across the spiritist's hips. "I know that you like to be on top, to set the pace. You like to be in control", she reached between their bodies and stroked lightly, sending jolts through Madeira's over sensitive body. "I've learned that those beautiful tattoos cover more than just your skin. And, most importantly of all...", she pressed down hard and suddenly on the heel of her hand, making Madeira choke on her gasp and her lip to peel back. "I've learned that although you look like a lady... you petch like an animal."
WC: 707
Madeira couldn't even remember what the cold felt like. Drowning in a sea of black silk, she was gasping, growling, pulling, pushing, as her body fell apart. Every muscle in her was burning, and she screamed from the exquisite torture of it. The heat pulsed, wave after wave that left her weak and shaking. Until at last, alight and exhausted, she rolled off of the woman beneath her with one final gasp.
The room fell quiet then but for the deep, ragged breaths of the two women tangled in the black silk bed sheets. Outside the wind howled, demanding to be let in, and from under the floorboards faint strings of laugh and music floated up from the showroom below, but the room itself felt apart from all of it. There was almost a religious hush, an air of sanctity that felt almost holy as they laid there in silence.
Madame Belladonna turned over and stretched with a satisfied groan, her arms reaching catlike to the fancifully carved mahogany headboard. There were bite marks on her shoulders; perfect little red crescents that hung like moons over her taut snowy skin.
"My my, if I had known..." she laughed, deep and breathless, "I might have petched you sooner."
Its greedy demands having been met, Madeira's lust was slowly draining away, leaving a kind of blissful emptiness behind. Naked but for an array of colourful tattoos and a sheen of sweat, she breathed deep and savored it. The Spiritist was in a slow spiral. Dizzy with exertion, fuzzy with spent emotion and sore in the most pleasant way, she was sagging into the thick mattress. Down, down, down, breathing slow with her cheek pressed against a pillow and her leg thrown around Belladonna's hips.
But in that floating silence left behind by her more base urges, her more logical side was fighting to be heard. As the ticks ticked on Madeira slowly came back to herself, carrying with her an unwelcomed dose of clarity. She blinked herself awake and frowned, a furrow digging itself between her increasingly baffled brow.
"Why did I do that?"
"Because I wanted you too." How did the Madame still look so perfect? She sat up, and the sweat looked like pearling jewels on her breasts. The crushed waves of luxurious brown hair looked artfully tossed across her bare shoulders. She touched gingerly at one of the red half-crescents on her body. "Oh dear, that will leave a bruise."
"You seduced me" Madeira sputtered, the incredulousness chasing out the last wisp of post coital glow.
"I did." Her smile had a sort of purring satisfaction to it as her amber eyes roamed up Madeira's body. "There were some things I wanted to know."
"Like how I taste?", the Spiritist grumbled, frustrated to know she lost control. Belladonna was suppose to be teaching her how to seduce Chiona, not how to be seduced. She hoped the Madame didn't expect her to pay for the lesson she wasn't having. She pulled away from the woman, shimmying down and pulling the silk sheets up under the pits of her arms.
"There's a lot you can learn about a person when their on their back. It's such an open, vulnerable situation, don't you agree?" Belladonna smiled, walking her fingers over Raj's snarling skull. "The body doesn't lie. For example", she pulled the sheets out of Madeira's grasp and threw her leg over the startled woman's waist. Then in one smooth and practised motion she pulled herself across the spiritist's hips. "I know that you like to be on top, to set the pace. You like to be in control", she reached between their bodies and stroked lightly, sending jolts through Madeira's over sensitive body. "I've learned that those beautiful tattoos cover more than just your skin. And, most importantly of all...", she pressed down hard and suddenly on the heel of her hand, making Madeira choke on her gasp and her lip to peel back. "I've learned that although you look like a lady... you petch like an animal."
WC: 707
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