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Searching for Karlach -not that much searching would be required, I knew exactly where the deadliest cinnamon roll was hiding- had been an easy decision to make. I wanted her, I wanted her and Sabine (whom I had to leave at the Grove for the time being) together, I wanted those false paladins dead, and I needed someone to distract me from the fact that my cunning plan for killing The Absolute early and wrapping up the major distraction from my seductions wasn't going to pan out.
And why was that?
Because Ciri had been grabbed from the vicinity of Yartar, the way Gale had been in canon, and she'd mentioned -quite solemnly- that she'd been taken whilst returning to the city's outskirts after helping 'an honorable man cursed with an ill fate reach a place he could safely go to the Fugue Plane without causing the deaths of innocents'. Which, to translate, meant that she'd used her innate powers -existent even in this world, fortunately- to move Gale far away from civilization so that he could explode in peace without hurting anyone else. On the one hand, that meant I didn't have to figure out how to deal with his nonsense, inability to take a hint, or a lust for power sufficient to have him become a God of Ambition. On the other hand, it meant that I couldn't let the man heroically blow himself up to destroy the Absolute and Moonrise Tower either, ending this damn war in an instant before it could truly begin.
Very inconvenient.
I would have to think of something else clever, or else hope that the gacha took pity on me. I'm not sure how, exactly, that would happen, but I'd be happy for it regardless. At any rate, the only thing I could really do was press forward for the time being and deal with things as they came. Starting with Karlach, and so we started making our way towards the ruined tollhouse, intent on finding her and letting her tear them to pieces. After all, I could hardly take her vengeance -or at least some small portion of it- away from her. So, I'd put my ability to fly, and Ciri's ability to teleport, to very good use and simply gone right over the river-side cliffs she was hiding amongst to land near her. Which was suitably fantastic and made me feel really rather impressive.
Though I felt slightly bad for the scream she'd let loose as a result, one that turned from surprise to pain as her Engine flared in response.
"FUCK! What in the ever loving—!" Karlach spun around, both fists already blazing with fire that scorched the underbrush black, before her brain caught up with what her eyes were seeing and she skidded to a halt. The flames guttered, sputtering out into curls of smoke as she stared at me, chest heaving, sweat gleaming on skin that was already starting to steam faintly around the edges of her too-hot core. She took a moment to take in the fact that none of us were holding weapons at the ready, not to mention Lae'zel's nudity, before seeming to absorb that we meant her no harm. Which, of course, meant that she could move onto her next immediate reaction.
Aggravation.
"You!" she managed, jabbing one still-smoking finger at my chest, her eyes fixed more on my breasts than my face, to my delight. "You could've bloody warned a girl! I nearly turned you into ash, you utter menace!"
"In my defense, that would've been an incredibly hot way to go." I grinned, holding my hands up in mock surrender, drinking in the sight of her properly now that I wasn't worried about dodging a fireball. Gods, but the game had undersold her as much as it had everyone else. Pixels never quite showed the full magnificence of a woman, did they? All muscle, richly crimson and sweat-streaked skin, the pulsing throb of her false heart. Exquisite. Ignoring the groans and eye rolls from Shadowheart and Ciri, and the bark of delighted laughter from Karlach, I continued. "Of course, if you'd killed me, I would be able to truly enjoy so magnificent a sight as you. Isn't she exquisite, girls?"
"Exquisite is one word for it, she certainly looks like she could carry me to safety as well as you can." Shadowheart muttered, though the way her eyes swept over Karlach's frame suggested she didn't entirely disagree with the assessment. "Hunted is another. You said there was a group of paladins hunting her, Sylvanas, and instead of worrying about them you're trying to eat her with your eyes."
"Multitasking, love. I contain multitudes." I let my gaze drift back to the tiefling, enjoying in the way the last of her flames still licked faintly at her knuckles, the way her chest rose and fell with the effort of banking down a firestorm she'd nearly unleashed on my pretty face. "Karlach, I presume? I've heard a great deal about you."
"Have you now." Her brows, dark and heavy, drew together, suspicion warring visibly with the sheer novelty of being flirted with mid-ambush by someone as good looking as I was. "How? And how do you know about the paladins? Did they send you?"
"Oh, I have my ways, pretty thing, many ways. I'm magical, for one thing, utterly magical." I 'assured' her cheerfully, waving a hand dismissively at the second half of her questioning. "As for the paladins, hardly. I would have killed them for you already, really, but I thought you'd rather get to enjoy cutting a couple of them down to size. Unless you'd rather wait here and watch?" My lips quirked, letting my voice drop into a seductive purr once again. "My girls and I would so very much enjoy letting you watch, even if having you join us would be even more fun."
Karlach's laugh cracked out sudden and rough, the sound rolling off the cliffside and echoing back at us, and for a moment the wariness in her eyes gave way to something bright and delighted.
"Gods, you're a piece of work, aren't you?" she said, shaking her head, one hand coming up to rake through her sweat-damp hair, sending a faint hiss of steam curling off her scalp. "Watch you what, exactly? Shoot my problems away? I appreciate the offer, truly I do, but I've got about eleven years of pent-up rage that needs somewhere to go, and those bastards that sold themselves to Zariel are where I'd like to spend it at the moment."
"Then by all means." I stepped back, sweeping an arm out in invitation in the general direction of the tollhouse, and felt the answering hum of anticipation low in my belly at the grin she gave me. "My girls and I will follow your lead, so however you're inclined in to deal with things, the choice is entirely yours."
"Somehow, I don't take you much for a follower." she drawled as she stepped past me, plucking up her plain great-axe where it was lying semi-forgotten on the ground. Eyeing her ass, which was magnificent in those tight leather pants she was wearing, and the tale swaying above it, I shrugged shamelessly.
"I'm perfect happy to follow in some things, provided that I have a good cause for it. Such as a fine view." came my equally shameless response, ignoring with the ease of practice the swat I received from Shadowheart as a result. "Besides, its not as if we're in bed, is it? Not like any harm can come from following you about a bit out here, is there?"
"Do you ever stop?" asked Ciri, her mild tone at odds with her rosy cheeks and heated eyes, never mind the scent that was wafting off of her, and I flashed her a wink.
"Only when I have to, sweet Ciri, only when I have to."
Karlach snorted, shaking her head as she led the way through the scrub and stone toward the tollhouse, and I fell into step just behind her shoulder, close enough to catch the heat radiating off her skin. It was like standing next to a particularly pleasant campfire, and I briefly wondered if my Harness would let me hug her without being injured. Probably. I'd experiment once we finished here and I had easy access to a powerful healer, just in case it went wrong.
"You lot are strange," she said, glancing back at Shadowheart and Ciri, who trailed a few paces further back with weapons ready but not drawn, their eyes quite visibly struggling to focus on the world around us rather than my -even our- asses. "Most people who track me down these days want me dead, or want to sell me to someone who does. You're the first ones who've shown up flirting."
"Most people lack my exquisite taste in the hotter things in life." I let my eyes drop briefly to the swing of her hips before dragging them back up, unrepentant when she caught me looking. "Their loss, my gain."
"Keep looking at me like that, and you'll find out just how hot I can actually get." she responded lowly, sounding like she meant every word, though there was a pain in her eyes. A pain I fully knew and understood the origin of. How long had it been since she'd been touched, never mind held or fucked, I wondered? Years, at least, but I couldn't say for sure. As far as I remembered, the game had never said how long into Zariel's service she'd been before the whole 'infernal engine' thing had happened.
"Oh, I'm hoping for it, I promise you that." I promised, before turning my eyes to the building a few hundred yards from us and inhaling sharply, demonstratively, and a moment later I heard Ciri do the same before growling subsonically. She could smell the blood spilled all over the area around the abandoned complex just as clearly as I could, and as fresh a vampire as she was it probably strained her control a fair bit. I'd have to make sure that she and I fed well tonight.
For now, we had people to kill. Not that it was going to be a hard fight.
Hopefully Karlach wouldn't burn the whole place down before I could loot it.
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She burned the whole place down, but I was able to loot it. Somewhat.
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Shadowheart smiled a bit smugly to herself as she rubbed the collar Sylvanas had given her, magnificent black leather -true leather, this time, not the pseudo-leather of her magical clothing- and ran her thumb over the embossed golden disk that dominated it's face. A golden disk that carried the symbol of pheonix with spread wings holding a cluster of three arrows in one taloned foot and an olive branch in the other. A mark of the bond that she shared with Sylvanas, formalized in a way that it hadn't been before.
And oh, but hadn't the other girls been envious? Hadn't they wanted to feel it, to run their fingers over it, to ask her how it felt wrapped around her throat?
She was sure they'd be wearing their own, in time. Sylvanas was sure to be too much for any one woman, and deserved everything Shadowheart could offer her and more. And she wasn't blind to the fact that Ciri and Sabine, especially, had returned their elven leader's interest in equal measure, and even the newly arrived Karlach had been making eyes almost since the moment they'd met. Thirsty little sluts, each and every one of them, and she'd gotten no small amount of pleasure at watching Lae'zel be pushed out a bit, all the while pretending to be above such things.
Which she wasn't, anyone with eyes would want Sylvanas' hands on them.
But Sylvanas would have her first. She'd been the first to suck that magnificent woman's cock, and she'd be the first to have it buried in her cunt.
Tonight.
Because that, more than anything, was what she wanted in this moment. To lose her virginity all over it's length, and to make sure the rest of their growing group knew it was happening. She'd been planning it since…well, for a while, if only passively, but she'd been actively plotting the moment since the fight against the goblins in the tunnel. She was Sylvanas', Sylvanas was hers, and she was going to make sure there was no misunderstanding that fact after tonight.
So when they'd found a nice cave to make camp in, she'd started getting things ready. While Karlach had collected wood for a fire, Ciri and Sabine had hunted for food, and Lae'zel had worked on cleaning the clothes they'd taken from the false paladins so that she'd have something to wear, Shadowheart had stuck close to her lover and made herself however useful she could in laying out their make-shift camp. And she'd made sure to place extra bedding, along with what meager belonging she and the bard had claimed for themselves, on the highest and most impressive-looking ledge.
Someplace everyone would have to look up at them, and someplace that would let the sound carry all too well. Then, dinner came, and she put her plan into action.
She started small, at first. Subtle, despite her desire to be anything but. A hand on Sylvanas' thigh as they settled around the fire, fingers trailing idle patterns just above her knee while everyone else divided up the rabbits, roots and berries that Ciri and Sabine had managed to bring back. Nothing particularly blatant or lewd, but certainly visible and undisguised for the signs of romantic affection and interest that they were.
But then dinner properly began, and Shadowheart made sure that every single motion she made served a purpose beyond the mundane business of eating a meal.
She leaned across Sylvanas to reach for a piece of bread that was sitting perfectly within her own reach already, letting her breasts press full and warm against her lover's upper arm as she did, lingering there a beat too long before drawing back with an innocent little smile that fooled absolutely no one, not that she wanted it to.
Sylvanas didn't so much as slow -never mind actually go so far as to pause- in her eating, but Shadowheart caught the way her lover's jaw tightened, the way she inhaled sharply in a way that had nothing whatsoever to do with the scent of the meal they were eating. Though, she thought with a naughty thrill, it probably had a bit to do with the scent of Shadowheart's slick and ready sex.
Goddess, she loved knowing that her love could smell her need, her desire, her craving want.
Emboldened, she shifted her weight, tucking one leg beneath her so that she could turn more fully into Sylvanas' side, and let her hand drop from that teasing thigh to rest, with deliberate casualness, closer to the apex of it and the treasures that lay there. She kept her expression perfectly serene as she picked at her own plate with her other hand, as if she weren't doing anything at all, as if the pad of her thumb wasn't tracing slow, idle circles against skin barely concealed by that clinging, sinful material. The material that, like her own, clung so tightly to silken folds that their every shape and curve was blatantly defined.
"You've gone quiet~." she observed, tilting her head to look up through her lashes, a sly and inviting smile on her lips. "Are you so absorbed by the meal, Sylvanas? Or is it something else that has your attention?"
"It's absolutely the meal, love." Sylvanas said, and there was a hint of a growl in her voice that would have given the lie away even if everyone present hadn't already known as much, a heated rumble that made Shadowheart's smile widen just a fraction more. "Rabbit. Very fine rabbit. Ciri did a marvelous job with it."
"Did I now?" Ciri asked from across the fire, one eyebrow arching as she glanced between the two of them with an expression that suggested she wasn't sure if she wanted to be amused or annoyed, nor with whom she wanted to direct such emotions towards. Though she had an edge of hunger to her as well, and Shadowheart was reminded that she'd soon enough be feeding from Sylvanas on the regular.
"She absoloutely did wonders, yes." Shadowheart agreed, and used the excuse of turning to face Ciri fully as 'cover' for arching her back just so, letting the movement drag her breasts against Sylvanas' bicep once more, marveling at the magical material that was strong enough to stop weapons and magic but somehow didn't seem to exist at all when it came to something like this. While, of course, doing absolutely nothing to disguise her aroused state, nipples hard and all-to-visible. "Though I do think Sylvanas is enjoying the presentation as much as the meal itself."
"The presentation, is it?" Sabine murmured from her spot beside the ashen-haired vampiress, arching one dark brow with an expression that was equal parts amused and knowing, though she made no move to interrupt or otherwise remark.
"Yes, of course. The simple, rustic, homey feel of it all. Rather more romantic, intimate, than some fancy restaurant surrounded by waitstaff, wouldn't you agree? And I do so enjoy intimacy, don't you Sylvanas~?"
Karlach gave a delighted, and delightful, little snort of amusement and shock, though Shadowheart couldn't help but note that the 'shock' was certainly the smaller portion of the two. It looked like she was getting used to their group's collective behavior rather quickly, which was all to the better. Ciri and Sabine were fine, women, very fine, but she had to admit that Karlach was head and shoulders above the both of them. And in more way than one. Though, if Ciri grew her hair out a bit and adopted some of Sylvanas' mannerisms, she'd likely win the ranking by a landslide. Twould be like having twins, both feeding from her at once. Mmmh~
"So, you're all like this, are you? If I hadn't spent the last decade in the hells, I'd probably find it creepy or weird. Instead, I just find it a hell of a turn on. That, and you're all much nicer to look at than the damn demons. Shame I can't do anything about it." the tiefling remarked, her voice full of longing, and everyone gave her a sympathetic look. Over the course of the day, especially after the confrontation at the tollhouse with the fake paladins, she'd told them a bit about herself. The fact that her false heart made her so dangerously hot she would badly burn anyone who touched her, perhaps badly enough to kill them depending on the amount of exposure.
"Don't worry, love. Didn't I tell you earlier? We rescue the Archdruid, he'll owe us whatever we damn well please. And I can guarantee you an Archdruid of the Grove will be able to cast a nice little Regenerate spell on you. Might not feel very good, but that ought to fix your problem and grow your heart back easily enough."
Karlach's smile softened at that, real gratitude flickering in her eyes, and Shadowheart took the small window of distraction to press her advantage further.
She shifted again, letting her weight settle more fully against Sylvanas' side, and this time she didn't even bother pretending -trying to pretend- that it was accidental. Her thigh pressed flush against her lover's, the heat of her skin bleeding through the thin material that covered them both, and she tilted her head to rest against the curve of that pale shoulder as though she were simply tired, simply comfortable, simply seeking warmth by the fire like anyone might.
Except her hand didn't stay still. It slid, slowly and deliberately, from Sylvanas' thigh to trace the outline of her hip, fingers curling briefly against the padded swell of muscle there before drifting lower to cup her even plusher ass. She stroked it slowly, gently, fingers almost feather-light, before taking a handful and squeezing firmly. There was no overt reaction for the longest moment, Sylvanas finishing her meal with grace, and she was just starting to pout at her lover before there was a swirl of movement and a pulse of magic that flooded through her magical clothing.
When that swirl of movement and pulse of magic ended, she found herself forced to her hands and knees, a bit in her teeth like she was a horse, a leash attached to the collar around her neck, and she squealed into the gag in surprise before choking slightly as Sylanas -now standing- pulled sharply on said leash.
"If you ladies will excuse me, it seems my sweet, troublesome cleric has been misbehaving in an effort to earn herself a bit of attention." Sylvanas started, and Ciri snorted into her own bowl of stew.
"More to try and stake a claim, I'd think." the other vampiress commented, getting a giggle from Karlach, a smug and mocking scoff from Lae'zel, a bark of laughter from Sabine, and a suspiciously-fake-sounding noise of denial from the cleric in question. Not that anyone believed her, of course, her mistress least of all, and she radiated a certain smugness of her own as she was none-to-gently pulled along by her leash towards the beds she had arranged, letting her hips sway as best they could as she felt the envious eyes of the rest of the group follow the both of them.
The climb up to the ledge was short, but every step of it had Shadowheart's blood roaring in her ears, her knees already trembling with something that was a strange sort of fear and a pounding sort of thrill. Whatever else Sylvanas was going to do to her tonight, whatever else would come along with everything else, When they reached the bundle of furs and blankets she had laid out earlier, her lover simply pointed, and she folded herself over the nearest flat stone without being told twice, the leash going slack for a brief moment before tightening again as Sylvanas wrapped it around one hand while flexing the fingers of the other demonstratively.
"You, pet, have been naughty. You've been rude, as well, and while it's been cute to see you posturing and baring those little teeth of yours at the other girls, that doesn't mean you get off scot-free for it." she was told, and she shuddered as she felt her outfit rippled again, large cutouts opening to reveal the whole of her ass and pussy as well as her breasts, her bare skin now pressed against cold stone. "So, you're going to get a spanking. Ten for each of these fat cheeks of yours, and I expect you to count them out, say thank you, and ask me for another."
Shadowheart whined into her gag even as she shuddered in delight. That sounded absolutely amazing, but it would also mean that her gag would be taken away, and she had found herself quickly and distinctly fond of the feeling of it. Lady's Dark Blessings, had she always been this much of a submissive little slut, or had her mentor trained this into her at some point before she was sent on this mission, and her body remembered what her mind didn't?
Whatever the truth of it was, she didn't have time to dwell on the question, because the gag melted away to rejoin her outfit about half a second before the first blow landed.
It cracked across her right cheek with a sharp, stinging slap that lit up every nerve from her thighs to her spine, and she jerked against the stone with a squeal that echoed magnificently off of the walls of the cave. Sylvanas's palm lingered for a long moment, warm and firm as it idly kneaded and rubbed at the reddening flesh.
"That's one." Sylvanas's voice, low and amused and utterly unbothered by the fact that her captive audience below could hear every word. "Count, pet. If you forget again, I'll start over every. Single. Mistake."
"O-one!" she gasped out, the word cracking down the middle, and gods help her but the sting was already bleeding into something hotter, something that pooled low and wet between her thighs. "Thank you. P-please, may I have another?"
The second blow landed on the same cheek, harder, and she keened against the stone, her fingers flexing desperatly against nothing but air as her arms -held in place by her clothing- refused to bring them closer to anything that she could have held onto. Anything that she could have clung to as a rock amidst the tides of pleasure.
"Twooo-ahn~! Thank you! Please, may I have another?"
Sylvanas didn't rush it. Each strike came with maddening, deliberate patience, a beat of silence stretched taut between them where Shadowheart could do nothing but shake and wait and want oh so desperately, and by the time the count crossed the seventh spank her whole body was trembling, her voice gone rough and breathless, tears prickling hot at the corners of her eyes that had very little to do with pain and far more to do with the fact that she was more aroused than she'd ever been in her entire life. Which was saying something, given how she'd felt near-constantly since she had met Sylvanas.
"Eight!" The word tore out of her on a sob, and she barely registered Sylvanas's hand pausing to soothe the reddened flesh before the ninth blow came down, sharper than any before it, right at the crease where cheek met thigh. The sound she made in response was hardly a word at all, but she still obeyed. Still she spoke. Still she begged.
"Nine, thank you, please—please, may I have another?"
The tenth landed, and Shadowheart's whole body sagged forward against the stone, breath heaving, thighs slick and trembling, the whole right side of her rear burning with a heat that had gone sweet somewhere around the fifth or the sixth strike, and she was both cheered and bemoaned the long pause that followed as her mistress caressed her gently.
"There's a good girl. That's my good girl, you're being such a good girl for me, 'Heart." Sylvanas's palm smoothed over abused flesh, her touch oh so very gentle now, almost reverent -like her tone, like Shadowheart's fragmented thoughts-, and Jenevelle Shadowheart whimpered at the contrast of it. "One side down, baby. Ready for the other?"
She didn't hesitate. Maybe she should have, maybe she should have begged for a moment without stimulation. She was sure that she would have been given it, she had no doubt whatsoever about that, but the only thing she had on her mind was the need to cum. The burning, desperate hunger to finish with this torturous, blissful suffering and be fucked. So what could she do but babble her pleading assent?
"Yes…yes, please, mistress, the other, please, I want it…" The words tumbled out of her without any real coherence to them, her forehead pressed against cool stone, hips already tilting up in offering before the next blow could even fall.
Sylvanas hummed her approval, low and rich, and Shadowheart felt her weight shift as her lover moved to stand on the other side, one hand smoothing possessively over the untouched curve of her left cheek before drawing back.
The first blow on that side landed just as hard as the last had on the right, and she gave a moan that was nothing short of filthy, her whole body rocking firmly against the stone beneath her, either from the impact or because she was grinding herself against it even she couldn't have said. "O-one! Thank you, please may I have another!"
Distantly, she was aware of the fire crackling below, of low murmurs, soft laughter, and more than a few comments that not so long ago would have made her pink with mingled shame and anger. Instead, all she felt was smug and painfully aroused, knowing that the other girls were hearing all-too-clearly what was happening and had plenty to say about it.
Two, three, four… on and on it went, each one landing with the same maddening deliberation, and by the eighth stroke she was sobbing openly, the only thing holding her up being the rock beneath her and the magic keeping her clothes rigid. When the tenth finally cracked across her, she screamed the count and the thanks together in one long, broken syllable, and then simply hung there, boneless, both cheeks throbbing with matched heat, her thighs slick enough that she didn't doubt there was an all-too-literal puddle between them.
"There we go." Sylvanas's voice had gone rougher now, thicker, the amusement bleeding away into something hungrier, and Shadowheart felt her lover's weight settle behind her, felt cool fingers trail from the small of her back down to where she was open and aching and wanting. "Look at you. Ready and soaked and perfect."
Long fingers toyed with her desperate sex, dragging and stroking and tugging, but there was none of that sweet, sweet penetration that she so craved. And she did crave it. Just as before, she knew if she asked for things to stop now, it would. If she told her mistress that she had hit her limits for the night, she knew she would spend the rest of it safely cocooned in blankets and Sylvanas' arms. As if reading her mind, Sylvanas spoke again, so soft there was no way that the group below their perch would be able to hear, her lips brushing the tipped shell of the submissive half-elf's ear.
"Can you keep going, baby, or are you done for the night? You're still new to this, and I need you to be honest with me, okay? I have to make sure you're safe when we do things like this." she asked, every syllable saturated with sincerity, her fingers even stopping their idle toying with her soaked cunt, and Shadowheart looked over one shivering shoulder with tear-stained eyes and smiled at her radiantly.
"I can keep going, mistress. I love this. I love you. You're making me feel so good. I…I want you to take me. I want to be yours, more than anything." she assured her, the words a heartfelt answer and a vow in equal measure, and Sylvanas grinned, her teeth gleaming faintly in the light as she growled low in her chest. A pleased rumble that washed across Shadowheart and had her shivering again.
"You're already mine. You've been mine, since the moment we met." she leaned in, claiming Shadowheart's lips in a passionate, possessive kiss that was returned with fierce adoration, before leaning back and running her fingers along Shadowheart's side. Magical leather shifted and stretched, pooling in her fingers without ever seeming to leave her skin, and green eyes widened as it finally formed into a small yet unquestionably identifiable object: a butt plug. Not a massive one, more one with any sort of special features, and even in her relative ignorance Shadowheart knew this one was intended to be nothing more than a first attempt. The initial step in her training. Wagging it slightly, Sylvanas arched a brow. "Can you handle this tonight too, pet? Or would you like me to start training you another time?"
"Yes!" The word came out on a rush of breath before Sylvanas' words could finish fading, once again speaking before her mind could even really consider the situation. "Yes, please, mistress, I want it, I want everything you give me tonight. Please don't hold back."
The look her mistress wore said that they'd likely be having a conversation come morning, but she could live with that. She could live with anything if she could keep riding this high, keep feeling what she was feeling in this moment.
If she could keep being held, being loved, being wanted.
If she could keep Sylvanas at her side.
The plug pressed cool and smooth against her tight ring, some magic of Sylvanas' -or the innate magic of the material it had been made from, perhaps- making it slide with an ease that should have felt strange and instead felt like nothing but relief, making her feel fuller in a way that she wasn't entirely sure she could have put into words. Then it was fully seated inside her bowels, and she gasped at the stretch of it. At the faint burning stretch of intrusion that quickly turned into something dark and thrumming low in her belly, and when she felt the weight of something trailing against the back of her thigh —a tail, she realized dimly, the plug had a tail, black and glossy and swaying with her every twitch— she keened and clenched helplessly around it.
"There you go. A lovely little tail for my sweet kitten. Perhaps I'll have to get you a pair of ears, for next time, hmm?" Sylvanas sounded nothing short of deeply satisfied, before she tugged firmly on the leash. Shadowheart followed immediately, alternating between whimpers and moans as her new tail shifted inside of her and the flexing of her body aggravated her increasingly sore ass with every 'step' that she took. Pausing by the bedding, she continued. "On your back, pet. I want to look you in the eyes and watch you fall apart for me the first time I take you."
She obeyed instantly, rolling onto her back with a wince and a quite hiss as her over-sensitized ass met the furs, the tail-plug shifting deliciously inside her with the motion, and she spread her thighs without needing to be told. Offering herself up like a meal on a plate, with a trembling, open eagerness that made her feel both shameless and utterly, blessedly safe.
Sylvanas knelt between her legs, silver hair falling forward to curtain that beautiful, sharp-boned face, crimson eyes gone soft and molten in a way that had nothing of the predator in them and everything of something far more tender and loving.
One hand braced beside Shadowheart's head, the other trailing down the length of her body, fingertips ghosting over a nipple, the curve of her ribs, the quivering plane of her stomach, before settling at her hip.
"Look at me, baby." the order was delivered quietly, softly, and what could she do but obey? Green met crimson, and Sylvanas smiled down at her. "That's my girl. Gods, look at you, all spread out and ready for me. You're breathtaking."
Black material rippled and melted away, revealing that long, thick, solid shaft in all of it's mouth-watering glory, and Shadowheart would later swear that she felt something deep within herself open itself up hungrily, eagerly.
She reached for her, arms lifting on instinct to embrace and pull closer, and Sylvanas caught both of her wrists and pinned them gently but firmly to the furs above her head, the leash -useless, now, in this position and at this range, yet she delighted in it's presence still- pooling between them.
"No…" Sylvanas murmured, and there was something wondering in her voice, something that made Shadowheart's chest ache, because what could be wonderous or wonderful about someone like her? "Let me. I want to give this to you properly."
Then that broad, blunt head was pressing against her, parting slick folds with a slowness that as as agonizing as it was a relief, and Shadowheart's mouth fell open on a soft, wordless, breathless. She was stretched, filled. The plug inside her shifting to press against that intrusion from a wickedly different angle, making her feel so incredibly full -how would it feel with a larger plug, she wondered deleriously- and for one bright, searing moment there was pain. Hot, tearing, but come and gone in an instant. Then all she felt was a fullness beyond anything else in the last few minutes, in her life, as Sylvanas' hips met her own.
Her virginity taken from lips to womb in a single, powerful thrust, and she arched with a cry as the sensations proved overwhelming. Her tunnel rippled, tightening and flexing and squeezing around that precious intruder, and she came a second time as Sylvanas' fangs punched into her throat and the blissful sensations that her feeding brought with it washed over her mind.
She rode the twin peaks of it, feeding-induced euphoria and the deep, tearing pleasure of being finally, fully claimed, and by the time Sylvanas withdrew her fangs and licked the twin punctures closed, Shadowheart could do nothing but shudder and cling to consciousness with both hands for a short eternity.
"There she is." Sylvanas murmured against her throat when she finally came back to herself, her hips already rolling in slow, deliberate strokes, savoring rather than rushing, and Shadowheart felt every glide of that thick length within her, felt the way the plug's small intrusion made each thrust drag against a spot deep inside her that had her toes curling into the furs beneath them. "Gods, 'Heart. You feel like you were made for me."
"I was." The words came out broken, half-sobbed, utterly sincere, and she repeated it as she tangled her fingers with those of the hands holding her down and squeezed. "Oh, goddess, Sylvanas. I was made for you. You're all I ever wanted, and I never knew. I love you!"
"I love you too, baby girl." Sylvanas kissed her fiercely, the submissive half of the pair shuddering in taboo pleasure at the taste of her own blood on the other woman's lips, before she started to pick up the pace. Not nearly as rough or as harsh or as domineering as Shadowheart knew Sylvanas would take her in the future, of course. Her love was too kind, too gentle, to treat her so firmly during her first time. Instead, it was a slow and steady effort, punctuated near-constantly with sweet kisses, sweeter words, and unending pleasure.
She wished it could last forever, she wished that she and Sylvanas could stay like this for hours and hours and hours, but she knew she didn't have the stamina for that. Not yet, and she made a vow to herself with what remained of her cognitive abilities to have Sylvanas take her as often as possible. She'd train herself to take as much as her lover wanted to give her, just like she had trained for everything else in her life.
For now, all she could do was ride out every stroke, thrust her body eagerly up at the shaft driving down into her, squeezing down around it as best she could and experimenting with anything that might bring her lady more pleasure. On and on it went, relentless, the slapping of their damp bodies echoing endlessly, and from the sounds she could hear below, she wasn't the only one who's cunt was currently being filled. Were they fucking each other or themselves, she wondered dazedly, before another bite to the opposite side of her throat threw her headlong over the edge with a hoarse scream.
Sylvanas followed her over that edge a moment later, snarling through the blood pooling in her mouth as her thrust grew both heavier and less coordinated. Burying herself to the hilt -deeper, perhaps, even than that- she came, and Shadowheart felt with almost painful awareness the twitching, pulsing throbs of Sylvanas' cock as it filled her with a warmth that was almost searing. She whimpered and clenched reflexively, greedy for every drop and unwilling to lose any of it.
She lay boneless in the aftermath, feeling the last pulses of Sylvanas' release still throbbing deep within her, each one drawing out another helpless twitch of her hips as she chased sensation that had already crested and broken over her twice now. Her whole body felt wrung out and drained in the best possible way, every muscle loose and heavy and sated in a way she'd never experienced before tonight. Certainly not during the few times she made herself cum that she could actually remember.
Sylvanas didn't pull away immediately. Far from it. Instead, she stayed right where she was, one hand smoothing damp hair back from Shadowheart's forehead with a tenderness that made something in the cleric's chest ache all over again, before finally, slowly, easing herself free with a filthy sound, leaving Shadowheart whimpering at the sudden emptiness.
"Shh, I've got you." Sylvanas murmured, and she felt her clothing shift again, merging with the plug in her ass even as if wrapped around her sex and breasts once more. Then she moaned quietly, tiredly, as she felt a small plug push itself into her full cunt, plugging her up. "There. Now you won't go leaking all night and waste that gift I've given you."
Then those strong arms were gathering her up, lifting her bodily from the furs and settling her against a chest that thrummed faintly with something that wasn't quite a heartbeat, and Shadowheart went utterly boneless the moment she felt herself cradled there. She turned her face into the curve of Sylvanas' throat, breathing in that dark, rich scent that had become as familiar to her now as her own name, and let out a long, shuddering sigh.
"There she is." The words rumbled through the chest beneath her ear, husky and low and full of pleased satisfaction. One hand traced idle, soothing lines up and down her spine while the other cupped the back of her head, fingers threading gently through sweat-damp hair, scratching lightly at her scalp. "My good girl. My sweet, brave girl. You did so well for me tonight."
She made some small sound in response, not quite words, and felt the answering huff of quiet laughter brush over her skin.
"Not so troublesome after all, hmm? When you feel like being good, at least." Sylvanas murmured against her hair, and Shadowheart felt the vibration of it more than heard the actual words, her ear pressed so close against that thrumming chest. She wanted to answer, wanted to say something witty or dry the way she usually would, but her mouth felt too heavy, her thoughts too soft and slow to form anything so clever as her normal efforts.
She settled for pressing closer instead, tucking herself into the curve of that body as closely and as intimately as she could, feeling quite suddenly exhausted as she came down from the high of emotional and physical fulfillment.
Sylvanas seemed to understand what was going on, and the taller woman shifted them both, drawing a fur blanket up and over with one hand while the other kept its slow, steady path along her spine, and Shadowheart felt herself being tucked more securely into her lover's lap, knees drawn up, head still cradled below Sylvanas' jaw.
"Get some sleep, baby. I'll see you in your dreams." were the last words she heard, compelling in more than one way, before she slipped into satiated oblivion.
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