Posted on: Monday, 23 March 2009
They made love slowly. Jaheira's hands caressed her lover's back as the young woman moved rhythmically above her. Arryn was thin and muscular, with strong shoulders and small breasts; her skin was slick with sweat and her shoulder-length hair damp from exertion. The human's eyes were closed, her pale pink lips slightly parted, and her face completely consumed with the intensity of the moment.
Jaheira closed her eyes as well. The woods around them disappeared, replaced by a melody of the senses. The late spring grass was cool and prickled against her back; Arryn's skin hot against her flesh; the soothing glow of sunshine gentled by a cool northern breeze. She could taste the mingled salt of their sweat and smell the rich earth mixed with the raw scent of their bodies. Hidden beneath their panting breath were the songs of nearby birds.
Arryn's hips rocked against her with slow, strong strokes, and her hand between Jaheira's thighs transformed the motions into deep and powerful thrusts. The pure passion on the younger woman's face, the intensity of her need, always stole Jaheira's breath. Arryn gave that same devotion to everything in her life, cautious about committing but committing absolutely when she did; it was that which had drawn her to the half-elf's attention to begin with. It was so different than Khalid – sweet, stuttering Khalid, who waivered like the wind and jumped at his own shadow. Arryn and he were nothing alike, save the color of their hair and choice of lovers.
Arryn buried her face in Jaheira's neck. Her breath was coming harder, her fingers more insistant. The energy inside her, the divine blood that could heal or harm, thrummed just underneath the surface. Jaheira could feel it tingling against her skin: a hidden current of electricity that made her flesh prickle. In her more intimate regions that prickle turned into a spike of exotic sensation. A low moan of pleasure escaped her lips.
Another thrust; Arryn's fingers slid deep inside her, withdrew, slid in again. Jaheira spread her legs wider in unconscious encouragement. The ragged panting of Arryn's breath was interspersed with small, wordless sounds of desire. They moved together seamlessly, slick with sweat and sex. Arryn's shoulders and back were taut; the flat plane of her stomach clenched and released in time with her hips. Jaheira's muscles clenched and released as well, each time rising and opening up to the strength inside her, then tightening in protest, reluctantly left empty, only to be filled and taken again and again.
The sensation built. Arryn's form over hers, flowing, claiming, wet and raw, pulled Jaheira ever closer to her climax. The druid slipped her hand down between their bodies and into the juncture of her lover's thighs. She brushed through the short, damp curls and pressed between Arryn's sex-slicked folds. The woman above her shuddered and drew a trembling breath, but her rhythm never faltered. Her hips continued their motion, but now each press, each roll, ground her clit against Jaheira's waiting fingers.
Each woman's excitement fed the other's. Arryn's wetness, her unmistakable lust, her inability to control it, invoked in Jaheira a sense of both power and submission. Of the former, that she could drive the Bhaalspawn to such heights, that Arryn desired her so strongly that it wiped out all other concerns; of the latter, that Arryn could dominate her so, claim her, master her in such a base and primal way. The swirl of emotions drove her higher, and soon she could do nothing but cling to her lover as her climax took her. She came with a long, loud cry, muffled by her mouth pressed against Arryn's shoulder, and held on tightly as her body shuddered and submitted to the waves of pleasure and release.
