Whispers at Witching Hour

Chapter 83*

Musical inspiration: No Guilt in Pleasure – MSMR

Zelda swallowed, closing her eyes and when she opened them again, Lilith's face was even closer to hers, but not yet touching. Before Lilith would have to restate her command, Zelda lowered herself to her knees watching the demoness with glazed eyes.

"Now, that's how I like it", Lilith praised and drew a sloppy half circle around Zelda with the instrument in her hand.

"What else can I do for my Queen?"

"Uh-uh", she shushed her, "Patient."

That was a quality Zelda had never possessed in her life and did certainly not in this moment. She wanted the brunette to touch her, even if it would have been just a faded motion on her face, anything would do.

Lilith was pleased to see the skin of Zelda's cheeks and chest turn a light shade of red and decided to grant her a bit of contact – just not in the form she knew the witch craved. Instead, she moved the tip of the riding crop to the space beneath Zelda's jaw, brushing down the column of her neck very gently and thoroughly, tilting her own head in the process, watching her ministration.

Zelda's quivering was painfully visible, her sturdy heartbeat shaking the rectangular tip with every pound. Upon reaching the ginger's collarbone, Lilith guided the instrument under the hem of her blouse, moving it to the side until she could slide it down Zelda's shoulder where goosebumps were greeting her excitedly.

Zelda felt like she was about to burst as her lover's awfully slow motions and the lack of physical contact were driving her insane. All she could do was watch her demoness, her lustful expression, the barely noticeably devious smirk, her almost overflowing bust. She dared glancing to her shoulder, where Lilith was still working her way down but was stopped by the crop flitting to her jaw and turning her face back into its former position.

The sounds of the word "please" were forming on the redhead's tongue, already spoken by her eyes when Lilith had a bit of mercy on her and picked up some ginger curls, playing with them quietly. The lack of communication made it all the more inciting, keeping her in the dark about Lilith's plans with her and thereby making Zelda's imagination run wild.

She let go of her hair and reached out her hand palm up to help Zelda back on her feet gracefully. Lilith then closed the space between them more than was needed to unbutton her witch's blouse. Their hips and breasts brushed lightly against each other, enough to make Zelda's muscles tense but not enough to get anything from it.

Lilith removed the blouse, clutching the crop under her arm and revealed Zelda's milky skin, soft hills wrapped in plain black cotton, nothing fancy, no lace. Her fingertips trailed down her valley, making sure to tease Zelda to no end. Lilith slid two fingers under the waistband of Zelda's skirt, tugging at it before she reached around to unzip it, granting her witch a bit more closeness.

Zelda wanted to throw herself on Lilith, wrap her arms around her neck and kiss her searingly, but she held back, knowing her patience would be rewarded with something even better. Heat was already gathering in her lower regions, causing her to squeeze her thighs together.

Her skirt fell down around her, joining her blouse on the floor, leaving her in her bra, panties and stockings.

"I can smell your eagerness from up here", Lilith remarked smirking and moved her mouth to ghost over Zelda's lips, breathing: "Do you want me to do something about it?"

"Anything", Zelda exhaled against Lilith's mouth, pushing forward to steal a kiss but she was denied again.

Lilith turned around, dragging the riding crop along the ground as she headed for the bed, sending a prompting look over her shoulder, her dress flowing smoothly with every step. Zelda followed suit and draped herself on the bed, lying on her back, Lilith standing at the end of it, scanning her anticipating body.