Vassal Sterling D'Este (top 10 books of all time .TXT) 📖

“Yes.” Alphonse nodded slowly. “But… You’ve only ever seen my body when Enyo was wearing it.”

Delyth drew Alphonse towards her until their bodies pressed together, her arms tightening around the healer’s waist. She wasn’t sure how to tell Alphonse that she was more beautiful as herself than with the Goddess prancing about in her form.

“I don’t want Enyo,” she said. “I want you.”

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Delyth hadn’t ever lied to Alphonse, as least not that she knew of. So she sagged slightly in relief as she believed Delyth’s words. Carefully Alphonse untangled herself from Delyth’s embrace long enough to shuck off her breast band.

She fought the urge to cover her nakedness and instead moved to Delyth, cuddling closer and slipping her slender arms about the warrior’s waist. It was a very nice sensation, that of her breasts brushing against Delyth, and Alphonse caught herself looking down between them at the sight.

A delighted laugh escaped her. “They look happy.”

“I think you must be right,” Delyth said and leaned back slightly to make a show of looking. She came closer to lay a tender kiss on the sensitive skin of Alphonse’s collarbone and let her lips brush upwards to the hook of her jaw. “I’m happy too.”

Alphonse wanted to agree. To say she was happy. Ecstatic.

Instead, all she could do was moan softly and arch her back, hands gripping Delyth’s hips tightly.  Everywhere Delyth’s lips moved, her skin tingled, and all Alphonse could think about was the next kiss, the next sensation.

Delyth’s  lips parted to pour warm breath over the gossamer skin of Alphonse’s neck, and she flicked her tongue just below the healer’s ear. “Lay down,” she whispered.

Alphonse shivered and slid down Delyth’s body to finally lay atop the pallet. Goosebumps rose over her belly and arms, but Alphonse didn’t feel that cold. Her core felt molten and quivery in the most delightful way, and the healer watched with hooded eyes as Delyth drank in the sight of her body before lowering herself too. She placed a hand on either side of Alphonse’s face to support herself, dark hair making a curtain around them. She kissed the healer’s  lips, her cheeks, her forehead, her temples. She let her mouth wander over the contours of Alphonse’s throat and down the sloping plane of her chest, only to pause and smile up at her teasingly.

Then she drug her tongue over the budof Alphonse’s nipple.

With a startled yelp that turned into a moan,Alphonse jerked. It was an entirely new and lovely sensation. Alphonse was dimly aware of her hands opening and closing pointlessly at her sides, but all she could do was watch Delyth’s perfect mouth and arch her back, begging for Delyth to do it again.

Delyth slid an arm under the arch of Alphonse’s back and pulled the smaller woman’s body to her mouth, keeping her attention on Alphonse’s breasts. She traced their contour with her tongue. Drew her teeth lightly over the sensitive nipples. Sucked them into her mouth. She layered kisses over and between them and down onto Alphonse’s belly.

Finally, she lay her cheek against Alphonse’s chest and was still for a moment. “You are beautiful, aderyn bak.”

Who knew lips and teeth and soft touches could be so exhilarating? Panting, Alphonse giggled feebly and brought her hands up to smooth away Delyth’s wild dark locks. When she hovered above Alphonse, she looked like some terrible creature of beauty and pleasure.

“You’re more than beautiful. What is the word that means so stunning and talented it’s terrifying and thrilling all at once?” Alphonse swallowed and heaved a deep sigh, trying to clear her mind.

Surely she should… reciprocate?

“Could I—?” She let her hands travel past Delyth’s shoulders and down her ribs to the tapering of her waist. She may not be as skilled as Delyth, nor as methodical, but Alphonse certainly was willing to try. Eager to.

Delyth moved to lie down beside Alphonse, slipping an arm beneath her head and neck and drawing her close.

“Yes,” she said, “to whatever you’re asking.”

The smaller woman blushed but let her fingers trail over Delyth’s lovely face, down her throat, across the straight clavicles.

“Medically speaking, your body is a wonderful specimen. I enjoyed working on it.”

Delyth looked up at the top of their tent, smiling. “That’s a funny way to say you want to touch me.”

Perhaps that wasn’t the most romantic thing to say. Alphonse shook her head ruefully before trusting her hands to know what to do. Her fingertips hovered above Delyth’s breast for a moment longer, and then, experimentally, Alphonse cupped Delyth. The weight in her hand was warm and surprisingly heavy. Alphonse watched how it filled herpalm, overflowed… Her thumb just naturally wanted to stroke against the nipple, paying avid attention as it stood at her touch.

Moving to get her other hand free, Alphonse repeated the procedure, finding herself smiling with abandon at the symmetry. She wanted to nuzzle against those mounds. So she did, keeping them firmly in hand before running her mouth and nose across one and then the other. Lips quirking, Alphonse moved her thumb again, and when the bud was too perfect to resist, she placed her lips around it.

Something in her belly squirmed in delectation at the feel of Delyth’s nipple surrounded by her mouth.

Until a realization hit Alphonse and her hand slid all the way down to cup Delyth’s backside. It was firm and shapely and nearly as perfect as the warrior’s breast.

Alphonse removed herself from Delyth’s nipple with a small popping sound, craning her neck to see her hand on Delyth’s rump. Easily just as delectable.

Alphonse actually whimpered.

Now she didn’t know which to play with!

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When Alphonse craned her neck to see, Delyth swiped her tongue from the healer’s collarbone to her jaw playfully. Alphonse jerked in excitement and looked at Delyth with a wry smile. “I feel like I’m in a pastry shop, and I don’t know what to try next.”

Delyth laughed and ran the hand she’d laid on Alphonse’s hip over her ass and