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

down the back of her thigh. “There are a few options,” she said.

Lightly she cupped one of Alphonse’s breasts. “You’ve already found this one and—” She slid her hand back down the woman’s body and squeezed her ass. “This one.”

Delyth pressed her hand to the smooth, flat skin of Alphonse’s belly. “You could kiss me here… Or here.” With one finger, she traced a line from Alphonse’s belly to her hips, then dragged the digit down across the hem of her underwear.

“There is, of course, always this…” Delyth brushed her hand down the outside of Alphonse’s thigh.

“And this is really quite nice.” She slid her hand up the inside of Alphonse’s thigh to rest just short of the crook between her legs and turned to smile at the healer. “Whatever do you want to try first?”

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“I…” She had never felt her skin so alive. She wouldn’t have been surprised in the least to see sparks dancing across her body in arcs after Delyth’s ministrations.

But words were useless, pointless things as her mind rocketed to the feel of Delyth’s hands over her belly, across the arc of her hip, down the hem of her undergarments.

Alphonse lowered her mouth to follow that trail obediently, careful to brush warm lips against cooled skin in a skittering path over Delyth’s body. Down her ribs, across her belly, veering to the hip and back.

Alphonse’s hands gripped Delyth’s thighs lightly as she knelt to nuzzle against her stomach, breathing her in practically. The healer slipped one knuckle closer to Delyth’s inner thigh, letting it lazily circle, each arc slightly higher.

She tilted her head, cheek braced against Delyth’s hip, amber eyes bleary with the provocative scent, the sweet taste of the warrior’s skin. Still, her hand crept further north, an inebriated smile on her lips.

“What else?”

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“Gods, Alphonse,” Delyth gasped. She’d sat up partially to watch the path of the healer’s sensuous lips across her belly. Now her eyes were all but sightless; they saw nothing but the lazy circle of Alphonse’s knuckle on her thigh.

For a long moment, Delyth hesitated. She knew what she wanted, with Alphonse’s hand between her legs and her honeyed head nuzzled against the priestess’s belly.

Still, she felt a bit of guilt at the idea of letting those fingers continue higher. This was Alphonse’s first time…

“How about I show you?” Delyth said weakly, her breath fast and her body quivering.

Tilting her head, Alphonse let her knuckle brush, very gently, over Delyth’s mound before pulling her hand away.

“Alright…” She smiled and slithered her way up Delyth’s body, making it to the halfbreed’s mouth for a kiss.

Delyth clutched Alphonse’s shoulders close and rolled them both over, her lips smiling into Alphonse’s kiss. Had the healer been a little disappointed to be stopped? The thought made Delyth dizzy with want.

Once more propped above Alphonse, Delyth drew a long U from the center of one thigh, over her mound and down to the center of the other. She repeated the motion slowly, changing directions each time. Sliding a little lower at the peak.

A few of the nerves she’d felt earlier stirred in her belly. It had been a while since she’d touched someone like this. What if she didn’t remember how? But no. Her actions were as much informed by the understanding of her own body as they were by her desire to please Alphonse.

At the top of her slow, upside-down U, Delyth paused and laid her palm over Alphonse’s mound, swiping downwards in a long, leisurely motion with one thumb, her eyes fixed on the healer’s face for her reaction.

Alphonse shuddered at the sensation and closed her eyes impulsively, her hands trembling where they rested against the warrior, one on the small of Delyth’s back, the other encircling Delyth’s bracing arm. “Oh,” she mumbled.

Smiling warmly, Delyth leaned down, letting strands of dark hair caress Alphonse’s cheek before following them with a kiss. The healer’s lashes spilled over her skin. Soft shadows.

Delyth didn’t move her hand. She brought her thumb deliberately back up. Back down again. Until the thin underthings were damp from Alphonse’s sex. She hooked a finger in the hem and tugged downwards, the fabric trapped beneath the smaller woman.

“Lift up.” Delyth slid the fabric down over Alphonse’s thighs and tossed it aside.

Alphonse looked up at Delyth, her face a mixture of eagerness and concern. “Am I… what you hoped?” she asked, voice husky.

Delyth closed her eyes and swallowed. Her mouth was watering, her mind blank but for the half eager, half self-conscious tilt to Alphonse’s face and the graceful slope of her hip bones. Some things were too good to let yourself hope for.

“Yes,” the priestess said. “More, even.”

She kissed Alphonse again and lowered herself to half lay beside her, their bodies brushing. Next to the healer, she felt hard and brutish and resolved again to be gentle.

Delyth slid her hand back between Alphonse’s thighs and sketched an oval around her sex, drawing it tighter. “Still alright?” she asked, voice cracking.

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Unconsciously, the healer had been tracing the same circles on Delyth’s wing, her arm tucked under the warrior’s shoulder. Her eyes had drifted shut again as she settled against Delyth, feeling the warmth from her breath on Alphonse’s neck, the steady pressure along her side where they cuddled. She could hear Delyth’s smooth breaths.

Alphonse nodded slowly and opened her eyes to smile shyly up at Delyth.

“I trust you. I know you won’t hurt me,” she murmured, leaning forward to steal a kiss, smiling into it when her mind was immediately drawn to Delyth’s hands. Despite her best intentions, Alphonse couldn’t focus on kissing when such sensations were shivering through her body.

“Oh,” she repeated, becoming taut before feeling herself arch closer, further into Delyth’s hand. It wasn’t a coherent thought or decision on Alphonse’s part. Her body just reacted. Just demanded that she increase the contact, and she had no choice but to comply—a slave to the delicious impulse.

Each caress against her core made Alphonse arch all the closer, greedy for more. Only after a