The Princess of Wrath

Chapter 3 - Part IV: Burns to Embrace

That awful sound broke the magical and peaceful atmosphere between the two women, and both realized that they had not let go of each other. Of course, they blushed in response.

"I should be present at the tournament..." Asura automatically commented without thinking and internally wanted to kick herself in the butt for that. The knightess' serene smile remained, but a little glint of disappointment rapidly passed through her face.

"Please go, lady Asura. Have fun," she replied, but without letting her go. It was a silent fight to see who was going to break the union of her hands and that none of them wanted to lose. "Send my brother my regards."

The Princess needed to fulfill her role; look for a worthy suitor and begin to assume the responsibilities that were imposed on her as the future Empress, even with the curse threatening to turn her into a monster and at the risk of bringing a child to the world condemned to suffer like her, or worse, like Jul. 

On the other hand, the knightess had to obey the Covenant she made and keep her honor as a protector for the Princess and the Empire. 

So why was that neither of them was able to let go?

Asura's heart was beating painfully, telling her that time was running out. What was she going to do? She needed to decide between being the Princess of the Ithrylian Empire, or a woman in love.

"Asura..."

Her voice was the only sound left in the room for her to hear, and she felt her hot breath reaching her face. Her blue eyes set her soul on fire in a completely different way than the curse did, forcing her to cross her fingers with hers and finally convincing her of taking one of the two options.

She chose the second.

"Can I stay with you a little bit longer?" she whispered, inciting the knightess' cheekbones to grow even redder and making her respond in a cute and irresistible way:

"If that's what you want..."

With that indirect approval, Asura could no longer resist her desire any longer and closed the very short distance that was separating them to gently brush her lips with hers. That was an initial attempt, and when Diana timidly gave her a peck back as a sign of consent, she finally kissed her the way she had wanted to.

"I waited so much time to do this," the Princess revealed to her when their lips departed from each other only for a couple of insignificant seconds. "A year away from you was torture."

Diana's lips were soft and delicious, just as she remembered them. There was a small trace of cuprous taste from an interior wound that little mattered to her and the knightess; her sweet breath was inviting her to continue and even go deeper. The hunger for her was intense and reciprocal: when she sneaked a peek, she saw that Diana was returning the kiss with closed eyes and a passion that was slowly being unchained from her Covenant.

"I shouldn't be doing this," the silvery-blonde woman said with a heavy breath against Asura's mouth in a way that clearly was conflicted with what she had just said.

"Me neither."

A moan escaped from Diana's mouth when Asura's kiss deepened, careful and naturally touching her lips with her tongue. All of the knightess' strength became irrelevant as she melted into the kiss, letting the Princess push her into the mattress easily and continue exploring the inside of her mouth with impunity.

The union formed by their hands was broken only for the benefit of the heated interaction: Asura put hers tenderly on either side of her face while Diana hugged the lower part of her back with some doubt but that the young woman took care of eliminating by pressing her body against hers.