Throne of Oak, Ash and Thorn (closed for Poprockz)

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Aelsbeth rolls her eyes. "Have you not been listening human?"

She stands a moment after Vivian does, though she doesn't make any immediate move to follow her. Instead Aelsbeth remains stood by the table, watching with some amusement as the other woman backs away in apparent fear.

Resting one dainty finger on the side of her now empty plate she explains, "It was just a little healing, any child could have done the same with ease."

Something more advanced might have required more skill, but a few bruises could be wiped clean in a matter of moments. Aelsbeth had given Vivian quite a charge, and it would probably have cleared up any other minor issues she might have had, it was one of the reason's the Fae never caught a cold, magic had a mind of its own. As it was Vivian probably wouldn't get seriously ill for a few weeks at least.

Shrugging, Aelsbeth takes a careless step in Vivian's direction. "I just gave you enough to clear up all those marks, and a little extra just in case there was anything else."

At this point she shoots Vivian an annoyed look, "Since you wouldn't let me do it properly earlier."

She couldn't help but feel a little satisfaction at finally having been able to have a small victory over Vivian, however childish it might seem.

 

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Vivian had been having a bit of an issue with food-poisoning lately, her stomach still a little easy to anger. However, it felt like a weight had been lifted, her muscles, nerves, and digestive system feeling refreshed. It was wholly disturbing.

She shook her head in confusion at the fae's words, taking a step back when Aelsbeth tries to get nearer. "What the fuck are you talking about? Did you drug me?" Taking another step back she feels her hear beating quickly and her blood pumping with adrenaline. What in the world was the girl saying? The way she spoke was odd and it seemed like she spoke as though Vivian should know exactly what was going on, as though even the simplest of fools could understand.

Suddenly she points warily at Aelsbeth. "You... stay away from me. I'm going to sleep whatever it was off, so you better just leave me alone." She tried to breath deeply, finally feeling the door with her hands and backing into it. Shutting and locking the door, she backed up and tried to take her own pulse, seeing if it was having any effect on her heart rate (besides the obvious panic). The turtleneck dress kept getting in the way with its long sleeves and neck, so she quickly took it off, throwing it on the bed.

Her eyes caught her own image in the mirror and she stared in disbelief. Her hickies were gone. Every last one of them. Turning, she peeled the leggings down a bit and checked her hips, finding that the bruises were gone as well. Vivian was at a loss, standing there and looking in the mirror, wondering how in the world they had disappeared so quickly. It was like magic, but that was almost as ridiculous a thought as the poisoned omelet.

 

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Aelsbeth sighs in frustration as Vivian, quite literally, makes a run for it. Clearly panicking, she rounds on her heel and retreats into her bedroom. The sound of the door closing isn't exactly a slam, but it's close, and the click of a lock makes it very clear that Aelsbeth isn't welcomed in the bedroom right now. She takes further steps towards the door, calling out after her host. "If I can heal you like that you think I can't open a door?"

It's technically true but would be a waste of effort. Not all metal is impossible to enchant like iron, but most of it is exceedingly difficult. That likely includes whatever alloy Vivian's bedroom lock is made of. It would probably be easier to blow the whole door off its hinges than to magically turn the lock.

Blowing out a breath in annoyance, she turns away from the door. Anyone else in this situation might have started to tidy up, but Aelsbeth wasn't one of those elves. She'd prepared the meal, and that is about the extent of her contribution to household chores. In truth, the thought of tidying up doesn't even occur to her. Dishes are things that simply vanish from her rooms and reappear at the next meal with more delicious food upon them.

Bored, she looks around the small apartment again. Again she regrets being trapped down here. There is only so much to explore, and so much to do here. Meanwhile Vivian is… sleeping, presumably. Leaving Aelsbeth out here. She is no longer hungry, so the kitchen holds no interest, and the bookshelves hold her for only a moment.

Eventually she flops down onto the couch in the impossibly, annoyingly, graceful way that only one of the Fae can. Draping one long, delicate leg over the arm, she lies back and stares at the ceiling. It's not much more interesting than the rest of the apartment. While there she ponders Vivian's reaction. She had been sure the woman knew that she was Fae. Was it possible that in fact she had been oblivious to Aelsbeth's true nature? Had she just unwittingly revealed herself to a human. The thought was troubling. At least before she had thought it was out of her hands. If she'd revealed it herself then there would be uproar in the court.

Her mind pauses on that, not that it matters, if her parents are truly dead then there would be uproar anyway. Nobody would care about one little human finding out. Not that Vivian was little. Aelsbeth, like most royal Fae, is tall, but Vivian is easily taller than she. Aelsbeth finds her mind dwelling more on the woman's form than on the potential issue of her knowing the truth about her identity…

 

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Vivian sat on the bed for a moment ignoring Aelsbeth's words from the other side of the door, dumbfounded. It wasn't often that she found herself in a situation in which she had absolutely no words and no idea what to do. It was unlikely that she was crazy, having not experienced anything particularly traumatic lately. It was also not as likely that she was poisoned, especially so quickly from a mere omelet. The only other explanation was that either she had imagined the bruises or that it was some sort of magic. Since Aelsbeth had commented on the bruises, they had obviously been real. But how could it be magic? She needed answers.

So far, the girl hadn't hurt her. Well, except for her feelings. Her actions even seemed to indicate that she didn't mean Vivian any harm, especially since she seemed to think that she was entitled to the woman's help. The woman concentrated on breathing, taking deep breaths and calming herself a bit before getting to her feet. She walked to the door, paused, then unlocked it and stepped through.

Moving slowly over to the front room, she sits in one of the chairs and looks over at the Fae. The woman was still in her bra and black leggings, one of the straps having slid off her shoulder slightly. Her black hair was still slightly damp, her green eyes unsure as she thought of what to say.

"I... I don't know what's going on. When we first met, I think you said something about being a "fae?" I thought you were just making a joke about being gay, but were you serious? Can you... can you just explain things to me?" She twiddled her fingers a bit, fully expecting a bucket of condescension with her explanation, but at least then she would have a handle on things. Maybe then she would feel steady on her feet once more.

 

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Aelsbeth doesn't move as Vivian re-enters the room. She's not going to give any impression that she was waiting on the other woman. Already she's far too reliant on the human, a human who apparently had no idea that she was dealing with a true blood Fae. Ignoring Vivian, Aelsbeth continues to inspect the ceiling with studied interest.

Eventually the bar owner speaks, allowing Aelsbeth to act as if she has only just noticed her. Propping herself up, she otherwise doesn't move, remaining sprawled languidly across the couch. All sitting up does is pull up the hem of her dress to reveal her pale, flawless thighs, while the fabric draws tight against her flat stomach and small chest.

She sighs, again. Then rolls her eyes, again. "Yes, I am one of the Fae. Elves? Fairies? That sort of thing?"

Finally she sits up. "As I told you earlier, I am Aeslbeth Turin Ailsa Myrcilla Caitir Neoma." She smooths down her dress, then raises her hands. "And I don't normally look like this." She makes a complicated gesture with her hands, dismissing her glamour. It doesn't take long for the illusion to fade, revealing her true appearance once more.

Her lack of humanity is obvious, her facial features look sharp enough that if Vivian slapped her she might cut herself. She has the kind of form most women would kill for and her eyes seem to have grown larger in her skull, the violet hue all the more inhuman now that the truth of her nature has been established. Her gaze is far more alien now.

"The Fae always existed, we simply retreated from this world as you began to wreak ever more destruction upon nature. It was clear we were no longer welcomed by your kind." There is a certain disdain in her voice as she says the last two words.

She shrugs, "Sometimes we come back."

It feels strange to explain things that have been common knowledge to her for more than a hundred years, and she doesn't exactly fight to keep her annoyance from her tone. "The Court is what's left of us, when we were driven out the different fairy peoples had to unite to survive, and my line became the first ruler's of the joint court, Seelie, Unseelie and all the rest of the fairy peoples."

Her tone betrayed no hint of amusement, no suggestion that this was a joke, but it did betray at least a further sense of superiority. "I am the heir to that throne. The three you stopped last night were not simply angry, they were attempting to assassinate me. I…" a crack appears in her icy composure for the first time since she has begun to explain. "I fear that they may have already been successful in an attempt against my parents, the King and Queen of the Fae Court."

She glances up, towards the stairs that lead to the heavy iron door. "I imagine your door has something to do with there not having been a second attempt on my life so far."

 

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Vivian's eyes momentarily flick down to Aelsbeth's exposed thighs, her mind wondering how the fae tasted between them. This wasn't the time for such thoughts though, so she dismissed it. After all, now that she knew that the girl hadn't been making a gay joke, she had no idea as to whether she was even interested in women. Not that she would ever consider being in a relationship with the hot-tempered girl, but sex was something completely different.

The rest of the explanation is listened to with no comment from the woman, her eyes drinking in the details of Aelsbeth's glamourless body and face. Her eyes were so large and looked almost artificial, but they were so beautiful. Vivian couldn't help but feel drawn to them as she listened to the fae speak.

With a bit of difficulty, she looks up the staircase when she mentioned the door. So it really did ward against evil? Or maybe just magic. In any case, the explanation was difficult to accept, but it seemed to make sense on the whole. It was extremely unfortunate that the girl's parents had passed away, and in such a tragic manner. She wondered to herself if Beth was okay, having heard the crack in her voice when she spoke of it.

The woman got up for a moment and walked over, leaning down and wrapping her arms around the girl; she smelled nice, like a forest on a summer's day. "I know you probably don't care for my sympathy, but I'm sorry about your parents. To lose anyone you love is a difficult thing." Her barely-covered breasts pressed into the fae's chest, the mounds being soft, warm, and comforting as she squeezed the fae gently.

 

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Freezing at the other woman's touch, Aelsbeth isn't sure quite how to respond. The strict protocol of court would have forbidden such contact. Yet she did not feel the urge to send the woman away. Something about her touch is comforting, and she finds herself responding physically to the contact. Hesitantly she returns the embrace, wrapping her slender arms about Vivian's back and pulling her more tightly against her chest.

Something about the physical contact is comforting, the warmth, Vivian's arms about her, the gentle swell of her breasts against her own. Aelsbeth finds herself blinking fiercely as tears threaten to spill from her eyes. She ends the embrace, pulling away from Vivian as she fights to maintain her composure. She has had no problem with it before now, but having to explain makes the likelihood of her parent's deaths all the more real.

"Tha-thank you."

She draws herself back up, trying, and not entirely succeeding to appear in control. "I appreciate your sentiments. But really, I must be back in the Court as soon as possible. The best way for me to travel there will be through one of the fairy rings in Europe, whoever tried to kill me will be expecting me to travel through one here."

She glances away, not looking at Vivian as she admits her own fault. "I apologise for my earlier outburst, it was not appropriate behaviour." She doesn't mention the contract however. Vivian is bound to help her, but she clearly is not fully aware of the ancient magic that will guide her actions in that. It probably wouldn't help the situation to discuss it.

There is a knock on the door and Aeslbeth glances up, grateful for the interruption. It has been several hours, and the club will be preparing for the night to come. "Your ah… friend. He will probably not remember much of our conversation…"

How was she to explain her manipulation of Jacob without offending Vivian further?

 

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The woman lets her hands slide down the fae's arms as she pulls away, her fingertips tracing gently along her flawless skin. She can tell that Aelsbeth is struggling, her eyes watery as she looks away and thanks her. Vivian simply gives her a little smile and sits back down.

She nodded at the woman's next words, "no problem. So that's why you're so eager to get back, and why we have to go so far... Hm." It made sense, using a different portal to get back to wherever the hell she came from. Judging from how clueless the girl seemed regarding the modern world, it was unlikely that they would suspect her of being able to get herself all the way over to Europe by herself.

Her apology caught Vivian off-guard though, the woman trying not to show how surprised she was on her face. If the girl saw it, it was possible she might be too offended to apologize ever again. It seemed to carry more weight, the fact that such an arrogant woman would apologize to her, so Vivian very much appreciated that she had humbled herself at least enough to say those few meaningful words. She smiled, her shoulders becoming less tense as she sat with Aelsbeth. "Don't mention it, honeysuckle."

Not a moment later, she also looked up at the knock, a smirk on her face as she mentioned her assistant-manager. Had she done some sort of magic on him? That must have been how she got into the basement by herself. She chuckled, "you're lucky, then. He's like an old woman the way he worries and gets on my back about things. Anyway, I should probably go and take care of the club. I'd like you to stay here where it's safe, if that's okay. I'm not going to be able to watch you as well when I'm managing, and I'd rather not be worried about your safety when I'm working."

Vivian got up and stretched, her hands reaching toward the ceiling before she moved to her room to get dressed. After a few moments, she popped out looking like a navy commander with a blue coat and white gloves, a prop rapier at her side. https://th.bing.com/th?id=OIP.NNqetE4q83_hna8YKNB01wHaLH&pid=Api&rs=1

Feel free to keep yourself occupied however you see fit, but please stay out of my room if at all possible. She smiled and winked, walking up the stairs and into the club.

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Throughout the night, the music pumped loudly up above, only a faint hum from within the basement. Vivian had to deal with her assistant manager scolding her for missing their meeting, actually going over everything that would have been covered, and signing some approval forms for shipments of booze and other items. She sighed when they were done, rubbing her temples.

"So hey. I'm going to need you to take over the club for a week," she sighed, admitting reluctantly that she needed his help.

Jacob perked up a bit and looked at her with an excited expression. "What? Why the sudden change of mind? I mean I'm happy for the opportunity to show you that I could be a good co-owner, but what prompted this?" He looked curious, his head cocking to the side.

"I'm going on a vacation in Europe. I'm thinking it'll be a week max, but I'm not sure. You know that girl you spoke with earlier? She's actually an old friend of mine, and we're going to try to reconnect a bit, you know? I uh... well, I leave in two days, so I'm trusting you with this, okay?" Her eyes were serious as she gauged his reaction.

He looked a bit confused for a minute. "That girl? I don't... oh! Oh? I mean, I think I know who you're talking about. I don't really remember seeing her for very long, but I think I know." The man nodded hesitantly before realizing what she was saying. He grinned and took her hands in his. "You won't regret this, Vivian! I'll make sure the club stays up, and I'll prove to you that we would make great partners."

His eyes betrayed a bit of longing for the term to mean more than simply business partners, but Vivian quickly shrugged off his hands and patted his shoulder. "Thanks, Jacob. I'm counting on you."

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The rest of the night was more fun than the boring meeting. Vivian kept the vibe in the club merry as she made sure everything ran smoothly. It was mermaid night, and there were dancers hired to dance in tubes that looked like they were full of water but were truly hollow inside. They gyrated and grinded against the glass, men and women in expertly applied make-up and costume.

At one point, a mermaid seduced her off stage, much to the laughter and amusement of the crowd. While she found the woman attractive, it was just an act, and the woman was simply doing her job. Vivian high-fived her and winked once backstage, complimenting her on her performance.

The rest of the night was very enjoyable for her, and she actually let herself loose a bit, having a few drinks and dancing with her patrons for a bit. Once the night was nearing its end, she turned her duties over to Jacob, bidding him goodnight as she disappeared.

The loud music was heard for a moment as the door opened, but was soon cut off again as Vivian closed it once more. She sauntered down the steps, not expecting the fae to be awake at this point.

 

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Boredom has permeated most of the time since Vivian had left. The apartment is nice, but it is small, and Aelsbeth is not the type to be cooped up. Fae preferred the outdoors anyway, but Aelsbeth in particular has always railed against restrictions. Even the comparative open spaces of her home had seemed too small when she'd been told she couldn't leave. Part of her wishes now that she hadn't come to explore the human world, though not enough to stop her from pacing around the small basement apartment like a caged animal.

The door all but guarantees her safety, but at the same time it represent an impassable obstacle to her freedom, and that makes her feel all the more claustrophobic. The books are uninteresting, and while she regards the large TV on the wall with some curiosity, she can't work out how to bring anything out of the flat slab of glass. To her it seems to serve no purpose other than to act as a strangely dark mirror. If she didn't know better she may have mistaken it for some sort of sorcerous item.

Pent up, Aelsbeth begins considering exactly how she can alleviate some of this boredom. It seems likely that she will be here in this small space for some time. At least two days, if Gabe's promise of a passport holds up. She's not even been conscious in here for a full day yet, and already she is bored with the same four walls.

Part of her is jealous of Vivian's apparent freedom, the woman can come and go as she pleases, without fear for her life. She's outside in the bar now, dancing, entertaining. It draws her mind back to the taller woman. More specifically, to the tall woman's form. Vivian is attractive, for a human, and Aelsbeth cannot deny that she has already pulled her gaze to her.

She would certainly offer rather more entertainment than is already available. She may be under contract, but only to deliver Aelsbeth safely home, taking advantage of her would not be taking advantage, so to speak. It has been obvious enough to her that she interests the dark-haired woman, it shouldn't be too hard to stoke that interest into desire.

The sound of the door opening, and the pounding music of the club, snaps Aelsbeth from her reverie. A moment later the music is cut off as the heavy portal closes, the only sound now the faint patter of footsteps as Vivian, presumably, makes her way down the steps.

Aelsbeth hasn't bothered to raise her glamour, she can't imagine Vivian will let anyone else down here at the moment. She remains seated as Vivian enters, fully aware that her dress has ridden high about her thighs, leaving a faint glimpse and a hint of more. "It sounds like you were having fun up there."

She moves up, allowing the dress to shift a little more as she gestures to the couch cushion beside her. "Why rush back to see me?"

She's laying it on thick, with just enough magic layered into her voice to start coaxing Vivian's desires towards the result she wants, but not so much to completely overrule her will. Aelsbeth is not above twisting the will of the lesser races to her own, but she feels there is no need to do so with Vivian, besides, to do so would be abhorrent, baseless and cruel. Aelsbeth is arrogant, entitled and convinced of her own superiority, but she is not a particularly cruel being.

Folding her legs up beneath her, Aelsbeth reveals for a moment that she is wearing nothing beneath the white dress. The view is only apparent for a brief second before it falls back into place, but is enough to make her near nakedness clear to Vivian.

 

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She glanced up as she heard Aelsbeth's voice, surprised that the girl hadn't gone to bed. Ah well, it wasn't as though that disappointed Vivian, it was more that she didn't want to be scolded or nagged by the entitled fae. From the girl's tone of voice, it didn't seem like that was her intention though, so Vivian relaxed a bit.

Continuing down the stairs, she sees her wave her hand to invite Vivian to the couch with her. Something about the way she was speaking was very sexy to her, though she couldn't quite put her thumb on it. Maybe it was the way that the voice almost purred to her, sounding like she was feeling rather playful and relaxed tonight.

Vivian slowly sauntered over to the couch, regarding the fae with a slightly intoxicated grin. "Actually, I didn't expect you to be awake. I'm happy you are, though. Saves me from having to tiptoe around." She plopped herself down onto the couch and sprawled out a bit, letting one of her arms hang off the arm of the couch as she eyed the fae.

There was something about her tonight that seemed very engaging. Vivian had always found her physically attractive, glamour or no glamour, but her ideas of pursuing the woman had been dismissed what with everything that had been done and said between them. Tonight, it was almost as though some of her inhibitions were loosening, and not from the liquor. Vivian was pretty good at holding her booze, only slightly drunk as her green eyes caressed the fae's body.

Unconscious of it, her eyes wandered downward just in time for Aelsbeth to tuck her legs and flash her nudity. Vivian's mouth watered, wondering what the fae tasted like, what it would be like to delve between the girl's legs and make her whimper with need. She could feel herself getting slightly aroused, her pussy starting to get a bit damp as her lewd thoughts wandered.

Clearing her throat for a moment, she spoke: "So, we need to discuss sleeping arrangements since you're awake. I was thinking that you would take the bed in my room, and I would sleep on the couch. It's super comfy, so I don't really mind, I just need to grab a pillow and a blanket from the room."

 

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If anything Vivian's desire is even more obvious, Aelsbeth can almost smell her arousal. It's sparking her own as she shifts on the sofa, moving a little closer to Vivian's form to let her mostly bare thigh press against the other woman's. Unlike Aelsbeth, she's far more heavily dressed, with a coat, pants, and heavy boots keeping the majority of her flesh from view. Her breasts aren't however, clearly straining against their containment at the chest of her navy commander's costume.

Aelsbeth fixes her eyes on Vivian's as they stray downwards, meeting her gaze directly as they return to her face. Letting a hint of a smile play across her face, she makes it clear that she knows exactly where Vivian has just been looking. Her expression also betrays the fact that she doesn't mind the weight of Vivian's gaze anywhere on her body for that matter. She even makes a point of moving her own gaze down Vivian's form.

Listening carefully to Vivian's words, she frowns as though she doesn't fully understand what the other woman is saying. Glancing towards the bedroom, she can see the corner of the bed through the open door. It's big, and would easily fit Vivian, Aelsbeth, and probably several other people if they didn't mind things being too cosy. That said, Aelsbeth isn't about to suggest that they actually sleep in the bed. Shaking her head, she replies, "I don't see any need to turn you out of your bed."

One of her arms has at some point fallen to rest on Vivian's shoulder, and she moves her other hand to Vivian's lower thigh as she turns to face her. "I'm sure we can come up with a better solution."

Slowly her hand starts stroking up Vivian's thigh, applying just enough pressure to be felt through the fabric of her pants. Meanwhile her other hand moves into Vivian's dark tresses, heading towards the nape of her neck. Her eyes flicker to Vivian's lips, before flicking back up to her eyes. She almost purrs. "Don't you think so?"

 

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Was the girl... hitting on her? Vivian almost couldn't believe it, especially since Aelsbeth typically regarded her with annoyance or disdain. However, it was obvious from the way her eyes traveled Vivian's body and then met her gaze, that she wanted Vivian to know that she was looking. Furthermore, that small smile on her face told her that she liked what she saw and wanted to see more. She wondered what had brought this on, but there wasn't really an answer to be found; maybe there didn't need to be one, though.

The woman found the girl advancing, her hand now caressing her thigh and rubbing gently, while her other hand snaked around to the back of her neck as though she was contemplating pulling Vivian into a kiss. If Vivian had any doubts before, they were swept away from the blatant and obvious flirting this girl was doing. Well, if Aelsbeth wanted to play with her, then she would certainly oblige.

She smirked, "hmm... I don't know. I just assumed that you wouldn't want to sleep in the same bed with me. After all..." Her hands went to the faie's hips and around, pulling her body closer to her own. "We would be so close under the covers, and if it gets too hot, I may have to slip out of my pajamas."

Vivian shifted on the couch so that Aelsbeth was now leaning on top of her, her knees on either side of the taller woman. "I thought you might not want my bare skin pressing up against you during the dark hours of the night." She punctuated the word "pressing" by slowly bringing up her knee between the girl's legs, rubbing the soft fabric on her leg against her exposed petals. Those beautiful violet eyes were so intoxicating, she couldn't help but stare into them.

 

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Aelsbeth's breath catches at that contact against her most intimate flesh. Vivian has pulled her over now so that she is straddling the dark haired woman. She is surprised, but certainly excited by the assertive action. She's used to being the one in charge, and losing however little of that only fuels her excitement and lust.

The white dress has ridden up to her mid thigh and she can feel the heat building between her legs as much as she imagines it is between Vivian's. She draws a deep breath as her eyes meet Vivian's. "No one…" she leans in, "said anything…" Now their bodies are even closer, Aelsbeth's lips close enough to Vivian's that the other woman can feel her breath upon them, "about sleeping."

The Fae Princess presses her lithe form against that of the club owner. Her dress is only thin, and where the delicate fabric makes contact with Vivian's flesh the heat is apparent. Finally, having teased Vivian enough, she presses forward, letting her lips melt into place against Vivian's. She tastes surprisingly good as Aelsbeth's tongue strokes gently across her lips, before pressing through them to meet the tongue beneath. Her hand pulls gently against the back of Vivian's neck, pulling her deeper into the kiss as her left-hand strokes up Vivian's side until it presses against the side of her breasts.

She kisses her again, deepening this one. There's a certain air about the Fae's movements, a possessive confidence that makes it very clear that she's done this before. Sitting up, she slides both hands to Vivian's chest, her deft fingers beginning to undo the buttons of the heavy coat. There's a faint amusement in her voice, alongside the husky lust, as she speaks, "You've been working so hard captain, let's get you out of these clothes…"

 

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She was so entranced by the fae's gorgeous eyes that she didn't notice her pressed against her until those soft lips were making their move. Indeed, her lips were soft and gently, sweet like nectar. Vivian wondered if it was the lingering taste of the agave she had straight-up drank earlier. Her eyes closed, letting Aelsbeth kiss her and allowing her to enter her mouth. Her pussy ached, wanting to be touched tasted by the delicious girl on top of her.

After their deep kiss, she panted softly and watched the fae's nimble little fingers going to work on her clothes. "Yes, let's..." Her own green eyes examined the white dress she was wearing, wondering if she would be ripping it off Beth or simply sliding it over her head. She longed to see the soft skin underneath, the cute little rosebuds that she would enjoy sucking on.

Before she knew it, the coat was unbuttoned. She shimmied her shoulders, pulling her arms out of the coat and leaving it underneath herself. Her black bra was exposed once more, the second time she had shown the fae, yet this time had a completely different context. They almost overflowed from the bra, her volume something that made most men's mouths water.

Vivian grinned wolfishly and moved one of her hands to the fae's ass, while the other remained wrapped around her waist. With one fluid motion she stood up, holding the fae against her and softly kissing the girl's neck as she carried her to the bedroom. She was so light that Vivian had no trouble doing so, and she soon reached her destination. Aelsbeth was tossed unceremoniously onto the bed, the small woman bouncing slightly before settling on the comfortable mattress.

She bent over and zipped down both of her boots at the same time, arching her back as she stood back up and kicked them off. Vivian didn't look away for a second, her eyes intense with lust as she stripped. Her hands then went to her pants, undoing them and slowly pulling them down her legs to reveal the black thong underneath. With that, she crawled up onto the bed toward the fae, stopping when she was hovering over her and looking down into the fae's eyes once more.

"So, little wench. Are you sure you want to tussle with the captain?" Her own expression was playful, almost daring the fae to say yes.

 

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Eventually, after what seems like hundreds of buttons, Aelsbeth manages to remove the coat from Vivian. Her breasts spill out, only barely constrained by the black bra she's wearing beneath the costume. Aelsbeth bites her lip in surprise, she's seen the woman mostly naked already, but not like this. The human's chest is far more substantial than that of any Fae.

The only thing that keeps Aelsbeth's mouth from that creamy flesh is Vivian's arm wrapping around her waist and pulling her tighter against her warm skin. The hand against her ass hefts her up easily, and Aelsbeth can't help but moan as Vivian's lips press against her neck. She tightens her grip on the back of the woman's neck, pulling her head tighter against her in a clear sign that she is enjoying the attentions.

Unfortunately those attentions are ripped away from her as she finds herself momentarily flying through the air before coming to a bouncing halt on the bed. Her dress, light and thin as it is, has ridden up, exposing her nakedness beneath it, she makes no move to cover herself. Instead her eyes are fastened on Vivian, meeting her eyes yes, but also pulled away for brief glimpses as the woman continues to undress.

The lust only builds in Aelsbeth's eyes and mind as more flesh is revealed. She lies back as Vivian approaches, letting the woman crawl over her until they are eye to eye. She can feel Vivian's hot breath on her face, feel the lust radiating from the other woman. It matches the lust she can feel pulsing from between her legs, already her pussy is wet, glistening with desire.

In mock defiance she stares back at Vivian, snatching a kiss that, while intended to be brief, deepens into something more than a quick peck. She lingers on Vivian's lips, before finally letting herself drop back to the bed, her eyes betraying her desire for the rest of Vivian's body by the way they flick downwards to her breasts.

She reaches down to the hem of her dress then, teasingly, pulls that down so it gives the illusion of covering her nakedness. Playfully she meets Vivian's eyes. "Are you sure you're ready for ready for it... captain?"

 

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"Hmm... I'm ready to weather any storm to get my hands on your treasure." Her hands tenderly caressed the fae's face for a moment before slowly migrating downward over the soft skin of her neck and chest. her touch was light, her fingertips barely kissing the fae's body. When they reached her chest, Vivian moved her hands to the fae's breasts, gently squeezing the small mounds for a time before moving to the edge of the fabric above.

With a loud rip, Vivian tore Aelsbeth's white dress, splitting it down the middle to expose her breasts to the lustful woman on top of her. She smirked as she looked down at the now vulnerable breasts in front of her. They had jiggled slightly from the violent movement, but now settled into place, waiting to be ravished. And ravished they would be.

Vivian reached up and gently grabbed each of the fae's wrists, pinning them down on either side of the fae's head. Her wrists were thin, and Vivian would have no problem keeping them pinned if there was resistance. Not that she intended to; after all, sex wasn't fun if the other person was afraid or uncomfortable, but she did like making it seem like she could do whatever she wanted to the slender beauty she had within her grasp.

Her lips met her chest near her collarbone, working her way down in small, prolonged kisses until she reached her left breast. She loved the little noises she could coax from those sweet lips, the girl seemingly turned on enough to be sensitive to the slightest of touches. Vivian had to admit that she herself was extremely aroused as well, something about her new companion lighting a fire in her loins that she couldn't quell.

From the bottom of the rounded mound, she made a long, slow lick until she reached that pink little nipple. The tip of her tongue traced around it, teasing her areola before pushing against the nipple until her slick tongue slipped over it. She then swirled her tongue around the hardening bud several times, succumbing to her lust and latching her hot mouth onto her soft mound and sucking gently. While the girl's breasts weren't large like her own, they were still sexy, especially with how responsive they were. Her tongue lashed over the bud several times before she used the suction of her mouth to pull off of it with a slight pop.

"Would I discover a new ocean if I looked between those beautiful, slender legs of yours, I wonder?" Vivian asked seductively, wondering how her playmate would react to the question.

 

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Vivian's touch is so light that the sudden violence of her movements catches Aelsbeth by surprise. The sudden tearing sound and sensation of nakedness makes her yelp involuntarily. The thin dress hadn't done much to shield her from Vivian's gaze, but now she was totally naked beneath her. She feels an aching heat pulse between her legs.

To add to the sudden shredding of her clothing, Vivian carefully pins her hands down on either side of her head. Aelsbeth tugs against the restraint, but finds no give there. Vivian is much stronger than the Fae, but then Aelsbeth isn't exactly fighting to get free either. In fact, she was enjoying the sensation of being pinned down, she was enjoying it even more as Vivian's lips made their slow, teasing way down to her breasts.

Her breath rushes out of her as Vivian's mouth finally latches onto her nipple. Straining upwards, Aelsbeth pushes her breasts towards her, arching her back off the mattress towards the pleasure. Whining resentfully, she opens her eyes as Vivian pulls away. She sits up, as much as she can with her arms pinned, and lays a prolonged kiss on Vivian's neck, sucking gently before she lets herself fall back to the mattress.

At the challenge she glances downwards, knowing full well that should Vivian venture there she would find Aelsbeth wet and ready. She leans forwards again, this time locked her lips onto Vivian's in a deep kiss. It's fiery and passionate, and gives no illusions as to just how Aelsbeth would feel about Vivian taking her lips and tongue between her legs.

"That depends..." There's still a certain defiance and arrogance in her tone as she speaks, like she's challenging Vivian, "Do you have what it takes?" It is somewhat undermined by her earlier reactions to Vivian's attentions.

 

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The feeling of the fae's lips on her neck was so nice, the woman letting out a little sigh of pleasure. When the fae came back for a kiss, she obliged. The intensity of the kiss was only heightened when Vivian matched Aelsbeth's passion. She decided that she would never tire of the fae's mouth, the girl seemingly being extremely experienced at kissing in a way that would make most humans melt.

She chuckled at her comment, smirking. It was amusing to her how the fae seemed to be challenging her ability when the girl was laying under her probably dripping onto her mattress in anticipation. "I think I would find you so very wet anyway, but I definitely have what it takes to make that little pussy of yours mine."

The fae's wrists were released, Vivian anticipation possibly needing her hands in the future. Her lips kissed between her breasts, slowly moving downwards over her skin while her hands lighted upon those soft breasts. The kisses were soft and tantalizing, as though she were trying to tease her with her slow descent, while her hands gently kneaded and tweaked the sensitive little nipples. When she got more to her abdomen, she let her warm tongue gently trace along her skin, leaving a trail of saliva in her wake. It made a few lazy circles around her navel before going even further down.

She couldn't quite go much further than that yet, taking her hands back to grab the skirt of the dress. It was slowly pulled down the fae's legs, the fabric teasing her as it slid over her skin and down her body. Once it was all off, Vivian tossed the dress away and looked down at the young lady before her. She was so beautiful and looked so ripe for the taking. Vivian didn't know how the two of them had ended up like this, considering that just half a day ago she hadn't wanted to be anywhere near her. As it was with most, it seemed that Aelsbeth wasn't simply a spoiled brat- she had a lot more to her than that. For example, she seemed to be a little minx in bed.

Vivian had ended up near her feet after having disrobed her, and now she kissed her way back up her legs, pausing at her milky thigh to take her time. Her soft kisses turned to teasing licks once more, her agile tongue almost going near to her pussy before pulling back to her thigh at the last moment. Looking over, she could see Aelsbeth's pussy glistening with need, loving the sight of the girl being so wet for her.

Pulling back, she used her commanding hands to spread the fae's legs wide for her, her green eyes fixed on her wet cunt. She lowered herself to it, wiggling her tongue in-between the fae's lips at the back before slowly giving her a long lick all the way up to the front, swirling around her clit for just a moment. It tasted so good, the sweet taste of her nectar. It made Vivian's own pussy so wet. She had collected a mouthful of juices, which she swallowed and looked up at the fae's face. "Mmm... Your cunt is so wet and sweet..."

 

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The tongue tracing down Aelsbeth's body leaves a line of heat. At the same time Vivian's hands keep playing with her breasts, tweaking at her nipples. Each tweak makes her gasp a little, and she bucks her hips a little as Vivian grows closer to her pussy. She can feel the heat of Vivian's tongues draw ever closer to the heat between her legs, then whines as it stops. Propping herself up on her elbows, she looks down to see why Vivian has stopped, to find that her hands have fastened around the remaining shreds of her dress.

Wriggling, Aelsbeth shifts her weight to help her remove the last of her clothing, uncaring of the fact that it has definitely been destroyed beyond repair. Frustratingly, Vivian does not immediately go to her pussy. Her repeated teasing is driving the Fae almost mad with lust and desire, every time she thinks there is going to be some relief, Vivian teasingly moves away and starts somewhere else. Moaning appreciatively every time she see's Vivian stray towards her pussy, she finally speaks, "Earth mother… if you don't stop teasing me I don't know what I'm going to do to you…"

Finally Vivian's tongue makes contact with her burning pussy. Aelsbeth swears in her native tongue, though the meaning is fairly clear as her head falls back against the pillow. She looks down again as Vivian pauses, frustrated once more that the woman has stopped. Their eyes meet as she swallows the Fae's juices. "Don't stop…"

She runs a hand through Vivian's hair, settling it with her fingers entwined. She doesn't quite pull Vivian's face back to her pussy. She does apply a slight pressure there, she wants Vivian's lips on her pussy once more. She pulls a little harder, the need on her face clear.

 

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She almost chuckled at the fae's little frustrated comment. Her intention was to get her worked up and wanting it badly, so she was glad she had hit her mark. Aelsbeth's violet eyes looked so desperate with lust, it was so cute and sexy at the same time. She thought to herself that sh

Vivian decided to give her what she was so badly craving, letting the fae's hand guide her back to her hot sex. Her tongue licked over her folds for a moment, lapping up some of the stray juices before delving back between her petals. She ran her tongue up and down her slit several times, each time flicking her clit once before moving back. However, she didn't neglect her clit for long. The woman moved up her slit once more before starting to flick her tongue against it, swirling her tongue around it every few flicks. Whenever she would pull her tongue back, strands of the sweet fluids would briefly stretch between her tongue and the fae's beautiful cunt.

Her green eyes went up to the fae, watching her reactions. She wanted her to writhe, to beg, to curse- anything to tell Vivian how good she was making her feel. It filled her with a sense of satisfaction, smugness in fact, that she had the fae on her back in Vivian's bed. The arrogant girl was now at her mercy, and she would have every little whimper and moan she could coax from her.

It wasn't too long before her fingers started searching for the entrance to her pussy, rubbing her slick folds underneath where her tongue was tirelessly working. They found it, and she started to push two of her fingers inside, just a bit before pulling out again. This happened a few more times, her fingers delving a bit further inside the sopping wet entrance each time. They curled a bit, now all the way knuckle deep as they started to plunge inside with a moderate rhythm.

 

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Aelsbeth did not beg, and yet here Vivian, a human of all things, had her virtually eating out of her hand in desperate lust. She'd had various dalliances with suitors and servants before, but normally they were eager to please her. She was heir to a throne, a powerful and capricious lover that could be very generous if you pleased her. Vivian seemed more concerned with drawing everything out in an agony of pleasure than in doing what she was told. It was driving Aelsbeth wild.

Eventually it seemed that the gentle but insistent pressure, together with her pleading, had worked. Finally she manages to pull Vivian's face back between her legs and get that deft tongue back to work. And work it does.

Aelsbeth's head goes back, dropping to the pillow as she lets the moan escape from her mouth. Her fingers remain in Vivian's hair, though they slacken a little as the Fae princess clearly loses herself in the pleasure. Every lick sends a fresh bolt of pleasure through her and she twitches and writhes with each one.

Whimpering, she arches her back, pushing her pussy against Vivian's mouth, desperate for more of the pleasure the woman is capable of delivering. Her lips move, a strange language spilling out between them, a faint pleading edge to it.

The it gets so much worse, and so much better. Vivian's fingers entering her begin pushing her towards a peak of pleasure. Aelsbeth's fingers fasten tightly into Vivian's hair, this time pulling hard and with insistence as she grinds her pussy against her mouth and tongue. The foreign words spilling between her lips grow louder and faster until she finally manages to switch back to a language Vivian will understand. "Oh, oh, oh, don't stop, don't stop... Righ-aaaahh... there..."

 

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The fae was begging her to keep going, and she would definitely not disappoint. Vivian started to pump her fingers in and out of her wet sex, her wrist going slightly into the movements of her curved fingers. She wanted to reach deeply without sacrificing speed; she knew she could work her up into her climax if she kept going like this. Vivian could feel the girl's pussy slowly clenching down on her, indicating that she would soon give way to the throes of pleasure.

She loved the feeling of Aelsbeth's hand in her hair, as she could tell just how desperate the fae was by how she gripped her. Her moves were pleading and full of desire, as was that beautiful voice of hers. Vivian couldn't translate what the writhing girl was saying, but she didn't really need to. The words of need and pleasure were almost universal in the tone of her voice and the way she let the moans out of those sweet pink lips.

Vivian didn't let those bucking hips escape her for one second, her mouth clamped down onto her delicious pussy as her tongue went wild against her little pearl. Her soft, warm tongue danced with an eager grace over it, her eyes closed as she focused on delivering as much pleasure as she could. The woman moaned against her pussy as she ate her out, loving every second of it. Every now and then she would have to pull a way for a second for a sharp breath before going to voraciously lapping at her juicy cunt.

Her black hair tickled the fae's thighs, Her other hand sliding up the fae's abdomen slowly, teasing her soft skin with just one more sensual sensation. It wouldn't be long now before she heard the sweet sound of release.

 

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"That's…. that's it…"

The pleasure is building in Aelsbeth like waves crashing against a dam. Each new wave of sensation builds, leaving her arousal at a higher mark each time it recedes. Before long Vivian's fast moving fingers and insatiable tongue is preventing even those brief moments of relief from the unstoppable rise of sensation.

She moans, one long, drawn out noise of animalistic desire. Vivian's insistent attentions are driving her higher and higher, and she knows that it will only be a moment before she loses all control. She drops both hands into Vivian's hair, entwining her fingers into her soft black tresses before lifting her long legs and wrapping them around the back of her new lover's head. Every part of her is determined not to let Vivian stop.

It comes just in time as she feels her body escape from her control. Her legs and hands all squeeze tighter about Vivian's head as the pleaure peaks, then crests the dam of her restraint. She bucks on the bed her whole body shaking at the force of the first orgasm Vivian has delivered. One thing is for sure at that moment, it won't be the last.

Murmuring in the Old Tongue, she switches halfway through as she relaxes her legs and pulls Vivian's face away a little to give her just a moments relief. ... you've done this before haven't you?"

Her eyes are slightly glased over with pleasure, her grip in Vivian's hair remains tight however, and it's fairly clear that she's not prepared to let her go just yet. Not that there's much she could do if Vivian decided to break her grip...

 

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Ah, there it was. The fae had given in to her, allowed her body to be consumed by the fires of lust. The woman delighted in the fact that the fae was so desperate with desire that she practically wrapped herself around Vivian's face. When she was released, she gave the fae one last teasing lick before grinning.

Vivian lifted her face to look at Aelsbeth, licking her lips. "Maybe once or twice," she replied playfully.

She pulled the fae's hands out of her wavy hair, carefully making sure that her fingers or nails didn't snag her hair on the way out. There was a bit of resistance, but she was persistent in her efforts to free herself. Crawling to the edge of the bed, her heart-shaped ass swayed as she moved, her arousal apparent from the way her loins and thighs glistened with juices around the soaked black thong that was nestled between her cheeks.

The woman stepped off the bed and went over to the dresser, pulling out the bottom drawer and digging around for something. After a moment, she pulled out three silky bags of varying sizes and a small bottle with lube in in it. She returned to the bed, moving back to her resting lover. The two larger bags and the lube was left near the foot of the bed, but she took out a small vibe from the smaller bag; it was a little body wand with a silicone head.

Vivian crawled up and stroked the fae's face for a moment, looking into those lovely violet eyes. "Are most of your sexual partners inexperienced?" she asked, her curiosity piqued from the way her previous comment almost seemed to suggest that she hadn't been expecting such expertise. For herself, she had many women and men with whom she had played with in her bed, and she only got better each time. Though, it was a hit or miss as to whether they were able to satisfy herself. Sometimes after the other person was asleep, she would go and fuck herself in her bathroom. She wasn't yet sure whether her fae friend would leave her wanting, but for now she was just enjoying playing with her.

Her other hand snaked down Aelsbeth's stomach and between her legs, poising the wand to be pressed near her clit. As soon as it looked like the girl was about to answer, she pushed a button, the little wand starting to vibrate on a lower setting against her vulnerable sex. She didn't know if the fae had encountered many toys before, but if she hadn't then this would be an exceedingly fun experience.

 

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"No… ahhh…"

Aelsbeth is rudely interrupted in the middle of her response as Vivian presses the toy against her pussy. The sudden vibrations completely interrupt her train of thought and she moans as it stimulates her still sensitive flesh. In an attempt to control her vocal response to the pleasure Vivian was inflicting upon her, she props herself up, her lips finding the other woman's. One hand snakes about behind Vivian's head again, possessively holding her there as Aelsbeth's tongue plunders her mouth.

She lets the kiss last, even as her hand drops down Vivian's back to deftly unclasp her bra. She accomplishes it with surprising ease for someone who doesn't wear underwear. Dropping back onto the bed, she pulls the bra with her, finding the operation slightly complicated by the pleasure swelling between her legs. She tugs at the bra, eventually giving up and simply pushing the now loose underwear to the side. Her mouth drops to the top of Vivian's breasts, kissing and nibbling downwards even as she moans against the brunette's skin.