The Wyvern and the Vixen

Prelude to a Dream

"How should I lay for this?" Arianna peered at Ferus questioningly, palms slightly sweaty in anticipation of her first sexual encounter. Would it hurt as much as missing a block in sparring practice? Or would it be only quick, like nicking yourself on the edge of a sharp blade?

"On your back should suffice for now. I'll start off slow and take it from there depending on your reactions. But you have to undress for it to be experienced best," Ferus' eyes glinted with the promise of both pain and pleasure. 

After undressing, a blush spreading across the princess' face, she lay down on a bedroll they had placed before the men had left. Arianna's crystal blue eyes glazed in desire at the sight of Ferus, naked and wearing her implement. She stopped for a while, glancing down at the woman splayed below her, "are you sure you want to do this?"

Arianna nodded, wanting to whimper that the assassin had paused in her approach. At the nod, Ferus decided that the girl had passed the point of no return. She knelt to trail kisses from her neck to between her breasts. For a princess she had quite the tone to her muscles. A hand slid down the girl's side from the lower curve of her chest to the top of her hip. Ferus lifted her head to smile at Arianna before licking around her nipple, circling the area slowly. 

A shivering breath was drawn from the princess at the touch of the assassin, the throbbing beginning to quicken. Arianna could hear her heartbeat in her ears, a yearning to be touched in her most personal area showed. Her hips moving just the slightest against her will, how could her body betray her so?

The hand that was on the princess' hip had felt the movement, drawing the caress to the mound of flesh which would sate her desires. The area was damp, almost enough so to allow entrance to Ferus' toy. The assassin smiled before nipping the nipple she'd been toying with, a gasp echoing in the cavern softly. She trailed her tongue to the other bud that had not been toyed with yet to give it the same treatment, her free hand caressing the breast she'd left. A finger brushing over the nipple to keep it sensitive, allowing the previous sensations to mingle with the new. 

"Enough teasing," Arianna could barely speak, her voice breathy as her hands clasped behind Ferus' back. Attempting to draw the dark haired woman into herself, the assassin smiled before delving a finger inside to test her acceptance. The gold haired princess' eyes went wide, her pupils widening in desire, a cry ringing out. Not one of pain or displeasure, quite the opposite as her finger came out glistening. 

"As you wish your grace," Ferus purred in her ear before sliding the implement inside Arianna. The hands behind her unclasped and fingers dug into the assassin's back, the body below her had tightened. Drawing out slowly, Ferus slid it in faster this time, causing pain to the princess which forced her to cry out. She covered her mouth before the sound could get loud enough to travel far enough to where the men would hear. 

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Ferus kept going until the princess had climaxed at least three times. She could barely move due to how intense it had been the last trip over the edge. It seemed the assassin knew right where to touch and how to do so. The skill of her on the battle field seemed to be mirrored by that in the bed. Arianna had to rest for a few minuets before she could even pretend nothing had happened. By the time she had regained her regal composure, the others of their group stepped into the clearing with a stranger. 

The new figure was placed near the fire by Burne, who lowered the tan hood, shoulder length silver hair spilling from under it. Delicate features adorned a face of indescribable beauty. She was unconscious and blood stained the cloak she wore. Arianna looked curious while the others wore open astonishment. The princess had to ask, "what is it?"

"She's an elf, my Grace," Burne replied with awe. "One of the lunar race, dark elves graced by the blessing of the moon. Unlike their darker counterparts, they are both fairer of skin and are able to walk in the day. Though retain the night-sight."

"But," Ferus continued, "they haven't been seen for centuries. They just up and vanished after the war that tore the kingdoms and set us all against each other. Then again they lived along with us until then and we blamed them for the issues. It might have been why they vanished."

Allard stepped forward as Burne woke the newcomer, apparently they had both agreed she should be questioned before further action was taken. As the elf opened her eyes, Allard crouched to eye level and almost growled his questions. His family had all been taken in the wars, one fallen after another. "Who are you and why did we find you just outside the camp here, elf?"

Silver eyes as liquid as molten steel stared at the knight. Unwavering as he glared at her. "I'll speak only to the assassin who was foretold to end the sky-fire," she hissed as her eyes drilled into him. "Where might she be?"

"She? And how did you know it to be a woman instead of a man?" Allard drew a short blade from his boot, pressing it to her throat as the two women stood behind and out of sight of the elf. 

"The Priestess had declared her to be so. And instructed me to find her and aid her in the task. However, Ferus, if you wish me to leave then I shall still follow at a distance. An archer would be useful, especially one who knows the land to such a degree," she cast a look back at the two women, but focused on the dark haired one. "My name is Gallad. The best archer the lunar race has to offer."