The Sun was on the verge of setting, setting the sky afire in a crimson blaze intermixed with raging orange clouds. The ground underhead was hard, covered in sparse, sgraggly brown and dull green grass. Various boulders pressed out of the sparse vegetation, showing just how unforgiving the dirt under it was. The plane sloped slightly downhill, away from the temple that stood on its pinnacle. The temple was dedicated to a minor goddess, one they called Libertas. Patrons from all around had gathered to the temple to express their dedication to this goddess, her devotion to freedom, and more importantly, to partake in the festival celebrating her licentiousness. Eryl, as several others did as well, made her way into the vestibulum through the massive marble colonnades that upheld the high roof. Here, patrons of all genders were stripping bare, leaving their clothes and gear in piles. There were stacks of near-sheer white toga-like garments that everyone wore, even the amply-endowed priestesses who waited by the doors. They were the ceremonially clean and holy garments everyone had to wear to enter. Eryl pursed her lips. She hated the idea of being bare like this, but she had come all this way. They said anyone who partook in the ceremony of Libertas would get the goddess’ blessing, and Eryl badly needed it. What exactly happened inside there, she didn’t know, but everyone who returned from it claimed they felt clean, lighter, freer, more refreshed. She wanted that—Eryl needed that. Furrowing her brow, the redhead, flicked her menu open, and one by one stowed each of her gear. Her sword went first, then her breastplate, chainmail skirt, gauntlets, and lastly her leather boots. The woman was left standing bare, the light fell on her dimpled, muscular back, its pale perfection rippling as she strode towards the stack and retrieved one of the togas. Its sheer fabric didn’t do much in the way of modesty. It was easy to see her pink nipples pressing out against the fabric, the outline of her hour glass figure, and the crimson trimmed strip of hair that graced her hips, swaying with each step. Eryl swallowed, trying to feel comfortable, but all she felt was exposed like a raw nerve. She pulled the ribbon from her hair, letting the crimson locks fall down around her like a waterfall. It helped some, but Eryl still felt completely vulnerable. Through the doorway she stepped into the Atrium. The first thing she saw was the mural of the goddess, painted against the back wall. It was huge, at least fifty feet tall. A single window let the light of the setting sun onto the room, its red rays illuminated her face, almost promising beleveolence and freedom. Eryl swallowed tentatively. Standing against it was a trio of priestess, they were bare from head to foot. Eryl could hardly hide her surprise at their nakedness. They stood before a single altar, where its contents were covered by the only non-sheer fabric in the entire temple. There were other priestesses, equal forms of beauty and grace and bareness that helped guide the patrons to the center of the room. There were no chairs, everyone was guided by the priestesses to kneel in neat rows facing the altar. Eryl was no exception, and soon she found herself between two strangers, one a woman, the other a mix of man and woman. At last, when everyone was as kneeling, the middle priestess began her work. She was a perfect tan, athletic build with raven black hair and brilliant blue eyes that seemed to cut through reality itself. She spoke in a sing-song chant that Eryl didn’t know, but she could tell it was some sort of spell over everyone in the room. Gentle radiance of golden sparks began to descend from the raised ceiling, gracing everyone. Eryl breathed it in, letting the gold into her person. She felt things stirring in her, things that Eryl didn’t know existed. Some were good feelings, some were bad. Thoughts and feelings she didn’t know could exist. She felt the anger towards her father, the anger towards her mother. She felt the pain of her mom leaving, and the total emptiness that came from it. She felt regret towards her childhood, and longing for something more. The redhead clenched her teeth and tried to burry them deeper, but with every word the gorgeous priestess spoke, Eryl could only feel them get stronger and flow tighter than before. Her chest heaved in pants with the exertion from it all. If she had looked around, Eryl could have seen that the words had similar effects on everyone around her as well. Tears began to well in her eyes at the agony of repressed pain being pulled up. The liquid flowed from her eyes, down her cheeks, dribbling onto the floor in splatters. Eryl tried to stifle the sobs, hanging her head on shame. Her shoulders heaved quietly as the redhead hung her head. Why? Why me? Why mom? Why dad? @Luna Avalbane
This ritual, Luna figured she needed it to figure out what to do in life, to recover from the stress and emotional turmoil from her recent trip with Lucia, Vivian and Savannah. Nobody ever told her exactly what the ritual was, but all they'd said was that they felt like they'd had all of their problems and worries burned away after they'd been through it, so she was filled with confidence that it could help her with her own issues as well. Confidence that, a few minutes after arriving, she'd started to regret. Everything was fine until people started to disrobe, though Luna had been able to wave that by, figuring they all had to do some sort of purification first. Hesitantly, she'd climbed out of her own clothes and even left her flower accessory with them, covering herself as she moved to follow the crowd. They led her further into the palace and she whimpered as everybody began to kneel, finding a place between a red haired woman and a burly, massive mountain of a man. The priestess' words were like a tidal wave washing over her, making her recall every emotion that she'd felt. The frustration, the anger, the anxiety and regret. All of it recent, buried beneath the surface as she sobbed in place, noticing multiple other people doing the same. That was when the priestess finally spoke up again, her words confusing Luna. Everybody had to....pair up with somebody that they found attractive? She flinched, looking at the burly man as his eyes found her and he grinned. Quickly, she turned to the redhead, looking at her. She was very pretty. Somebody incredibly attractive. Oh gods, please... "H-hey. U-umm, you're....r-really pretty. C-can we pair up?" She asked, crawling closer as she turned her back to the man. He continued to eye her.
Eryl didn’t know why anyone would want to do this to someone else. Or subject themselves to this. It hurt like hell, and it left her feeling worse than she did before. Part of her wondered if the people who led her here were just lying or were bewitched. There was a slight reprieve of the heaviness as the priestess stopped her chant and switched to English once more. Everyone around her was quickly pairing up, some were holding hands or just sitting closer to each other to show the exclusivity. And it left Eryl feeling more alone now than she ever had before in her life. The memories made it worse, and in light of them she was here, unwanted. Unneeded. Undesired. Even in the virtual world where she could be anyone and anything, where she had found her escape the loneliness seemed to still follow her. Out of the corner of her eye, Eryl saw a white haired woman come closer towards her, but she didn’t really notice till they asked to pair up. Eryl cleared her face with the back of her hand. She didn’t like to show her emotions, she hated people seeing her as weak and vulnerable. That never ended well, and people only took advantage of her. She didn’t even have the strength to put up a strong face or say a word. All she could do was nod, her red tresses bouncing with the movement. Her dark brown eyes looked the platinum blonde over. She was very pretty. The near-totally sheer fabric made that even more evident. Her skin was flawless, her eyes were piercing and gorgeous, and her shape was—perfect. The way that the fabric hung off the blonde’s body only told to the exquisiteness of her form. It was enough to take Eryl’s mind off things, even for just a moment. She didn’t have the words to say that the woman looked gorgeous, but her eyes certainly did. The redhead moved over so the blonde would have enough room. Her eyes glanced around, taking her cue from the others across the room. She laid her arm around the blonde’s shoulders gently, if she would be allowed to. Just so the others would know and see that they had paired off. The scantly clad priestesses working the floor helped any remaining stragglers pair off. Anyone who was left partner-less would find themselves paired with a priestess. While everyone had been pairing off, the head priestess had begun a new chant. It drew from many languages, the rhythm of her enchanting soprano voice rose and fell in a sweet fashion. It was a request for assistance, a benediction, and to anyone who could pick the words up, they were littered with requests for blessing, unity, peace, and cleansing. “I’m Eryl,” the redhead whispered, just loud enough for her new partner in this strange venture to hear. She didn’t know if speaking was allowed right now, but she figured that knowing each other was important, “Eryl Justice.” As the tan priestess chanted, her two unclad assistants by the alter went to unveil it. They grasped the white fabric in their hands, easing it away to reveal several ornate bottles of pure crystal filled with a glowing, warm red concoction. Orange and yellow bubbles softly formed within it, floating towards the surface with each word spoken. There were four bottles, but no glasses. The two priestesses together delicately folded the cloth over and over before setting it down. Two more unclad priestesses came from the wings, grasping a bottle each. All four solemnly made their way to the masses, stepping with the chant of the priestess. They reached the front and offered their bottles. Each patron would take a drink and pass it on. It was some ritual, Eryl guessed, like some religions had, taking part in the holy beverage of the Goddess. As Eryl sat with this new found stranger, the same feelings of pain of her past refused to go away. They lingered, like a rotten taste in her mouth. They weren’t as strong, but they certainly refused to go. At last one of the glass bottles reached her, and Eryl took a mouthful. It was warm, delicious, and sweet. She passed it to her new partner with a soft smile. Whatever they were in for, she was uncertain of it. Everyone getting their own draught took some time. After the bottle had passed her by, Eryl found her eyes wandering to her partner’s form. She could see somewhat through the fabric her perfectly shaped, perky bust, and the soft feminity of her form. She tried to look away, but for some reason it was getting harder. The redhead grit her teeth, she knew she had to have greater willpower than this. When the bottles were emptied, the priestesses returned to the front. “Dearly beloved,” their tan, priestess said, her voice like sweet, shimmering silver, “Blessings to all of you. I am Aerina, and I will be your guide as we journey together into the freedom that our Lady Libertas offers us. Please, follow with me on this journey to freedom and hope that you all seek. The goddess is certainly with us today.” Two of the unclad priestesses stepped on the altar, one sat with her legs crossed, the other coiled in her lap facing her, legs crossed around her. “Please, pair up with your partners as sisters Elyna and Mythyel have demonstrated, so that we may begin our flight in assisting each other to freedom.” Eryl glanced at Luna, swallowing. This would get awkward. They'd only just met and would quickly be deeply in each other's comfort zones. She had been close to others before in the game, but always in the context of combat. “So, uh, do you want to be on top or bottom?” She instantly regretted the phrasing, grimacing inside.
Eryl Justice. Such a pretty name, Luna found it really suited for a woman like the one she'd ended up partnering with. She smiled and nodded, greeting the woman gently. "M-my name is Luna Avalbane. It's um, it's nice to meet you, Eryl." How many times could somebody say that they'd first met somebody in the nude, whilst they were in the middle of some kind of religious ceremony? It was an incredibly strange scenario that she'd found herself in right now, though she quite often found herself in odd situations whilst she was playing this masterpiece of a game. Maybe it was more her own fault than the game's though. Luna watched the priestesses unveil some kind of chalice and a set of bottles, which they used to separate the contents of the chalice. A curious gleam in her eyes, she followed the bottles around the room, hardly paying attention to what was being said as people took turns to drink from the bottles. She watched her partner drink, before the bottle was handed to her. Looking down, the liquid inside didn't look all that bad and when she actually took her drink, she realized it was quite pleasant tasting. She almost wanted to keep it, but managed to stop herself from hoarding it, passing it along. She hummed, feeling her body heat up and tingle slightly, turning her eyes to her partner stealthily. The woman was pretty, as pretty as Savannah, Lucia and Vivian for sure. She was attractive in the most womanly of ways, though Luna really didn't want to be caught staring. It took monumental willpower to tear her gaze away, blushing as she looked down at her lap with a light shudder. What had the drank? What were they supposed to do next? Were the bottles empty yet? That was when the high priestess spoke again, two other priestesses demonstrating what they had to do in front of her. Luna blushed. That position looked....very intimate. She swallowed, shuffling slightly in place as she turned to face her partner, just in time to catch Eryl's question. It only made her blush deepen as she crossed her legs, holding her arms out. "I-I'll uh, I'll be o-on the bottom, if you don't mind?" Whether or not that said a lot about her character, remained to be seen.
Eryl nodded as Luna’s request to be on the bottom. She had a pretty name, Eryl remember from her travels and moving that her name meant moon in a dew different languages. It was a gorgeous choice for her name, and she was sure it meant something more but she didn’t have time to think about that right now. The woman delicately slid onto Luna’s lap, placing herself on the blonde. She wasn’t heavy and what little weight she had was in all the right places but Eryl wasn’t sure how delicate this flower of a woman was. Her nipples pressed against Luna’s, only barley separated by the thin fabric of their sheer garments. Her hips were pressed right against Luna’s, their bodies were intimately close and Eryl could distinctly smell Luna’s essence at this intimate distance. She swallowed, feeling herself warm and tingle in all the right places. She shouldn’t have felt this way, especially with a near total stranger. She hoped that Luna couldn’t feel the swelling in her lower regions. To try and divert her mind from the frankly erotic situation, she looked up to the two priestess on the alter. They were rocking back and forth, in sync arms wrapped around each other. Together they chanted in prefect unison, “Libertas, Libertas, veni oivw tepwin.” Their lips were mere inches from each other. They looked into each other’s eyes. And judging by the expression on Serbia’s face and the way everyone else was doing the same thing, Eryl guessed that’s what they had to do. Eryl’s hands wrapped around Luna, her eyes looked deep into the gorgeous magenta orbs before her. Her hips began to rock back and forth, her whole body pressing against the smooth skin of Luna’s with the motion. Through the fabric she could feel Luna’s perfect body pressed against hers. Eryl felt a twinge of guilt thinking that, but it was quieter than before. “Libertas, Libertas,” Eryl began, her words thick and heavy, “veni oivw tepwin.” She gent her breath coming in gasps at the simple incantation. She could feel her blood rushing through her head. Her fists gripped the fabric on Luna’s shoulders, threatening to rip it from her scantly clad form. Her hips began to shove against Luna’s harder, with greater passion. Her brown eyes blazed with intense hunger, it felt good. It felt amazing. And with every word, every thrust she could feel the pain beginning to grow more distant and subdued by the passion. “Libertas, Libertas, veni oivw tepwin,” she moaned, throwing her head back, her crimson hair flowing down her perfect back.
Luna was strong enough to handle the woman's weight, so Eryl needn't have worried about that, though the feeling of skin on skin in such precarious places made her blush and shift awkwardly. She really hadn't been ready for this kind of thing when she'd stepped into the temple that evening, that was for sure. She doubted anybody had that hadn't taken part in this sort of religious ritual or procedure before. In truth, she wasn't the most knowledgeable about the deities of this game at all, so she supposed at the very least, this would be more of a learning experience than anything else. And Luna could feel the way Eryl's body was reacting, blinking and blushing as the slightest shifts in contact sent shivers and tingles down her spine, her back arching ever so slightly as she adjusted in an attempt to make things easier for herself and Eryl. She wouldn't mention the way the woman's body reacted, not when her own body was turning traitor and reacting in kind. It was the least that she could to, to preserve the woman's modesty and dignity in some manner. She found herself nervous, even as her body and mind tingled and began to feel really, really good. She gulped, wrapping her arms around Eryl as the redhead wrapped her arms around Luna, rocking back and forth in the same manner that everybody around them was doing, listening to the redhead mumble that strange incantation that she could hear from all around her. What did it mean? She gasped, feeling her hands tighten and her body stiffen slightly as she rocked, words slipping through her lips before she could stop them. "Libertas, Libertas, veni oivw tepwin." Each word tasted amazing as it passed her lips, her mind freeing of stress, heartache and pain as it was buried beneath passion and fire. She smiled, her eyes rolling back slightly as she repeated the mantra, over and over, rocking her body against Eryl's.
The potion hadn’t just loosened their inhibitions, it had opened a whole world of feeling each other’s emotions. But the door hadn’t been fully opened, not quite yet. Eryl could feel the murmurings of Luna’s lust beginning to stir in the blonde’s form. They were moving in sync, back and forth like two serpents in a dance of courtship. With every second, the world around them began to fall away, but at the same time, it was still deeply there. It was the strangest feeling for her. Nothing else mattered, not her past, her pain, or her family. The people around them were like faint shadows against the back wall to her. This moment with Luna was her world, her very existence. Eryl was both passionate and in control, all the time. But she could feel the former overcoming the later. The intense hunger in her soul began to take control of her, eroding her self-control and annihilating her discipline. With every hip thrust, she felt the need to consume Luna grow. She needed to devour her. She needed her. She leaned forward, pressing Luna down onto the marble flooring. Her hand gripped the delicate fabric that covered Luna’s body and fiercely pulled it away, exposing her delicate lady parts. Eryl’s eyes could see her enticing pussy lips glistening with desire, hunger for Eryl’s touch. The redhead locked her left leg over the blonde’s, mounting her. She pulled her toga clear, and her own hungry slit pressed against her companion’s. Eryl’s hips rocked, grinding her shaved pussy against the other’s clit. Her dark brown eyes locked onto Luna’s gorgeous violet, her body rocked on the mounted blonde as her crimson lips parted, emanating a gentle moan of pleasure. Her fingertips snaked along Luna’s sides. They pushed the white toga off her midrift. The pale, perfect skin felt fierily erotic to Eryl’s touch, making her eyes burn with lust. @Luna Avalbane
This feeling was like developing some kind of sensory tunnel vision. She was perceiving everything, but her mind only recognized this moment with Eryl as being important. Every breath that fell upon her skin, every subtle sensation that came with their bodies rubbing together as they moved as one unit, alternating perfectly as even their breaths harmonized, making her tingle and burn, yearning for more of the woman's touch. It was odd, to want a total stranger to touch her and want her, but whatever this moment was, it was powerful and captivating. The moment Luna's back met marble floor, a chill traveled through her spine, where it exploded in her brain, drawing a gasp and a moan from the white haired woman as her toga was ripped away, exposing her flesh to the redhead on top. Luna, submissive by nature, felt that urge to submit and offer herself grow thousandfold, her slit leaking as she yearned for the woman's touch. Her eyes raked up and down Eryl's form, watching the woman's own robes be ripped to the side, a flame tipped crotch brought down on her own in due fashion. Her eyes roamed upwards again, where they caught sight of Eryl's own dark brown eyes, staring down hungrily at her, captivating her down into her very soul, the core of her being. Her stare paralyzed and bound Luna, the white mage throwing her head back and letting her skull rest against the floor, keeping eye contact with her partner the entire while as Eryl made quick work of grinding her pussy against Luna's dripping wet sex, Luna's hands coming up to free her own sensitive chest as it bounced and swayed freely with each motion. And at the back of her mind, growing more and more prominent as they continued, Luna could feel herself, as if she were Eryl. She could feel the lust, the building devotion, the sensation of rubbing her crotch against her clit. And in return, Eryl would feel Luna as if they were one. Her aching hunger, her submissive love, the way each motion would cause her breasts to sway and bounce, sending shocks of pleasure across her nerves.
Eryl felt Luna, offering herself like a willing sacrifice for the redhead’s gratification. The two united like two halves of the same being, in every sense of the term. Shockwaves Luna’s own pleasure resounded through Eryl’s body, making her convulse with each wave. There was nothing but this moment, but their passion. It was a new experience for her. Watching Luna’s breasts rock at the scissoring made Eryl hungry to consume them. Her mouth watered at the ample delicacy before her. As her body rocked, the flexible Eryl stooped to Luna’s form, her lips curling around the blonde’s left nipple. Her red locks fell, cascading over Luna’s form as a protective shield from prying eyes. Eryl sucked the tender flesh into her mouth, savoring the taste of the woman’s essence. Her tongue swirled around it, making lashing circles on the flesh within her mouth. Her fiery eyes looked up to Luna’s, ablaze with satisfaction at seeing the other woman in the throws of ecstasy. Her hands freely traveled up Luna’s sides, making their way sensually to the blonde’s face. Her fingers went through the blonde’s hair, both tender and passionate at the same time. Her teeth gripped Luna’s tender nipple, her tongue primed it with the intense beating. Her white teeth raked across the pink flesh as he tongue still caressed its tip, where the nerves came to a head. Eryl’s left hand trailed from the blonde’s hair, to her neck. With the tip of her nails, she traced lines along her throat. The redhead lifted her head, thin trails of saliva hanging from her lips as she parted with the nipple. She moved over to the right, this time her tongue licked around the areola, giving it a thrashing before sucking the nipple in. As she sucked it into her lips, the woman’s hand closed on Luna’s neck. She would choke her, gently. It wasn’t enough to cut off her airflow, but just enough to slightly restrict the blood flow to her brain. It would intensify the orgasms that racked her body, and give her a true chance to surrender to her passion for submission. Eryl’s hips pressed harder and faster along Luna’s clit. Her legs clenched, pulling her harder and faster, pressed forward further by the pleasure that was consuming her being. A moan emanated from her throat, stifled by Luna’s massive tit in her mouth. Her hot breath came out in spurts, washing against the delicate woman’s tender flesh. @Luna Avalbane
It was given by now that Eryl would realize just how sensitive Luna's breasts were, being able to feel it herself through this strange, mystical link that allowed the two to share physical and emotional sensation. Luna knew it too, by the way she felt Eryl's desire spike and the way she felt the woman's hunger, her intention. And in turn, her submission grew larger, if that were possible. Those pearly lips attached to her breast, curling around her nipple, filling her vision with a sea of red, the scent of the woman's hair filling her senses as she tucked her head down into her collar and inhaled deeply of the woman's scent. Hands trailed along her face, Luna's tongue darting out to taste of the woman's fingers as they passed her mouth, before they became entangled in her hair for a moment, gentle passion guiding them. One dared to drift back downwards, gripping at her throat, gently enough to allow her to breath, even as she felt her head becoming light and the sensations on her body intensified, the way the woman licked her areola prominent and burning across her skin. Eryl would feel it too. Her breathing came labored, not inhibited by the gentle choking of her partner, but hindered all the same in the best possible way. The air pressed outwards at her throat as she breathed, laid there completely at Eryl's mercy, submissive to her whims and her desires, a tool of a lover who existed to help fulfill desires. She stared, into Eryl's eyes, into her very soul, liking what she found within. Each breath against her skin washed over her like a tidal wave, her nails scratching at the marble floor beneath her, before her hands sought out Eryl's own breasts, cupping them gently and rubbing her thumbs over the woman's nipples, worshiping them.
Luna was a perfect submissive, letting Eryl totally have her way with her. The passionate woman felt her partner’s tongue grace her finger as it trailed up to her hair. It elicited a smirk from the redhead, Luna was devious. She couldn’t let that gentle demeanor fool her, the woman may have given herself over to Eryl, but there was clearly some kink in her too. The redhead looked up at her with pure orbs of intense passion. Her right hand stopped caressing Luna’s hair and instead began to twist in a series of rapid gestures. It was a challenge to cast this spell with the verbal components, but it was even harder to cast it with just the gesture alone. Glowing streams of violet energy began to form at Eryl’s fingertips, interlaced with crimson and magenta hues. As the cosmic energy radiated from her fingers, Eryl lowered her hand, placing it on her labia. What was the point of magic if you couldn’t use it at its most essential? She didn’t let her fingers in yet, instead her forefingers teased against the outside. The energy on her fingers would only amplify the tenderness of Luna’s skin to the pleasurable touch. Eryl shifted her weight, laying right on Luna eye to eye, face to face. Her fingertips spread Luna’s sheath open, with its liquid pleasure quickly spilling out onto the hard floor. Her middle finger edged around the slick, flesh of her slit. The energy leaped from her finger, going right into the clit itself. As it absorbed the energy, faint glows of the energy emanated off the tender skin itself, taking in the spell’s effect to the fullest. “You like that?” Eryl murmured, her hand tightening on Luna’s throat at the question. With her inhibitions lowered, there was nothing, nothing but pure passion to consume, to devour, and to make someone her own. And it just felt good to release into that. “Well, what about this?” Her finger pressed right against Luna’s clitoris, the juncture of all the nerve endings, where pure pleasure existed, and ecstasy came to exist. Fiery sparks of the cosmic energy penetrated it, lighting her up with the full effect of it. Eryl’s finger pressed into it, swirling. Arcs of the energy bounced back into Eryl’s hand, only to rebound to Luna again. Eryl’s body lurched as she felt Luna’s pleasure growing from their newly-created empathic bond. Her chest heaved with pants, her breasts pressing against Luna’s harder with each hot breath.
Eryl's smirk said everything that needed to be said, really. She'd acknowledged the little spark of kink, of lust, that existed within Luna and she liked it. It was enough for Luna, who laid there and enjoyed the woman's touch, brushing her thumbs over the woman's nipples and squeezing her breasts gently, passionately. As if she were a step away from milking the woman herself. A soft hum caught her attention and she watched Eryl's fingers, clad in energy unknown to her, trailing down her form until they vanished between her legs, stroking at her labia and sending tingles along her spine, shivers and shudders following them as she pressed the back of her skull against the floor and moaned out loudly, her back arching. She'd never felt a similar sensation before. It was like the woman's fingers were vibrating, twisting and changing size constantly. It shot straight to her nerves, almost as if it bypassed her skin and flesh entirely. And it didn't stop there. The spell, whatever it was, saturated her clit and caused it to emanate the same soft glow, her partner aligning them perfectly to one another. Eye to eye, mouth to mouth, chest to chest. She could feel her sensitive tits pressed into Eryl's, the pressure and every slight shift only making them tingle and zap even more, like a coil being wound up and up in her midriff. She knew that pressure well. She'd felt it multiple times before and it meant that she was close. Eryl was breaking her down quickly. The woman's skilled hands and movements tearing away at her inhibitions and resistances. The pleasure building rapidly. The hand tightened at her throat and for a moment, Luna struggled to breathe, nodding desperately. "Y-yes!" She almost called the woman mistress, but hadn't a clue as to whether or not the woman would find it attractive. And then the finger pressed against her clit, harder than before, with energy lashing out at it and sinking in, saturating it to the core. Luna buckled and gasped, her eyes wide open as she bucked her hips and came, her own pleasure circulating into Eryl. But she wasn't done. As one hand grabbed a handful of the woman's blood red hair, mashing their lips together desperately, the other slid down the woman's body, pinching her clitoris between her finger and her thumb, tiny sparkles of arcane light falling onto her labia and popping. It wouldn't hurt, but the vibrations would surely be something completely unique.
It felt good for Luna to writhe under her, to constrict and squirm with the purest enjoyment from Eryl’s every movement. The redhead felt Luna worshiping her tits with her hands, sending cascades of delight through her form. She arched her back as her pink nipples hardened, pressing against the fingertips for more. Luna was good with her fingers, and her pure magenta eyes showed nothing but an intense desire to please her. More than seeing it, Eryl could feel it through their link. She could almost hear Luna’s desire to make the redhead happy. As the powerful surge of Luna’s orgasm roared through Eryl’s being, her throat constricted, letting out a satisfied, guttural moan. Her legs locked around Luna’s as the blonde’s hips bucked. Their lips met, and Eryl rewarded Luna’s surge of assertiveness with a fierce kiss. Her tongue darted into the other woman’s mouth, pressing in with a fierce determination. It probed into her, feeling and tasting her essence. Eryl felt the sweet release as world turned around her, and Luna switched their positions. As her blonde partner’s fingers pressed against her being, the energy tantalized her. Eryl’s body jolted, not from pain, but surprise and pleasure. Her back arched, pressing her own breasts against Luna’s. Their nipples met, and Eryl felt her lover’s caressing her own. She moaned into Luna’s kiss. She could feel herself losing total control over her being. Her hips constricted, forming a pool of her love on the marble floor. The world was swirling around her, spinning. She felt light headed, she felt euphoric. Eryl needed to grab something to hold on in the storm of passion. Her arms wrapped around Luna, the finger tips raking along the sensual, soft flesh. She could feel every dimple, every ripple of her lover’s back as the woman fingered her. Her hands trailed down Luna’s back, gripping both ass cheeks. She pressed one of her fingers right into her back door. First one finger, still dripping with left over violet energy, found its way into the tight hole. It explored, feeling as deep as it could into Luna’s being.
Having their feelings rebound into each other only served to heighten the pleasure, the passion and the lust even more. With each feeling that she received from Eryl, Luna's own feelings would escalate and then Eryl's would escalate in kind. They built off of each other, forming a never ending ladder upon which their feelings continued to climb higher than the stars and the heavens. There was no real clue or sign as to when or even if those feelings would stop or plateau. The reward of Eryl locking lips with her, feeling the woman's tongue greet her own and taste of her mouth, sent electric shocks and waves through Luna's entire body, submitting to the woman's tongue, letting it claim her mouth as its own. She licked submissively at the woman's tongue, her fingers curling in the woman's hair as she closed her eyes and moaned into the redhead's mouth, feeling a wave of euphoria wash over her from the woman herself. With a shake of her torso, she rubbed circles around Eryl's nipples using her own, gasping when the woman's hand left her throat and her airway returned to normal, unconstrained and her blood flowing properly again. It send a rush of stimulation, of pleasure and relief, which echoed throughout her being and saturated her mind, washing over herself and pouring into the empathic bond that had been built between the two. Then, a finger pressed against her back door and her mind nearly snapped as it pushed inwards, her eyes clenched as she broke the kiss and threw her head back, practically howling in pleasure as the link grew even stronger. The stronger the feelings were that passed through it, the more powerful the link became. Her entire world was wiped away, replaced with nothing but Eryl. She gasped and writhed, panting harshly as she quickly slid a finger inside of the redhead, arcane crackling increasing slightly, sending vibrations through the sensitive flesh.
Eryl didn’t know that the link had guided her to press into Luna’s body. As their link had grown stronger, it had pressed through feelings, into desires. They were unifying further. With simple nudges, Eryl was beginning to follow and feel Luna’s inner desires. It was fairly easier for her, Eryl had become used to following these nudges with her psychic abilities. Her premonitions, her ability to guess or feel her way through the future and to see into other’s minds. Following the faintest whispers of her partner’s desires made it that much easier. But she never would have guessed that it would have brought so much satisfaction to Luna’s being. She wrapped an arm around Luna, holding her stead as the blasts of her orgasms overpowered them both. But it was as much for her sake as it was for the blonde’s. Luna must have felt the push as well as her fingers penetrated Eryl’s body. It knocked the breath out of her as the energy was absorbed strait from Luna’s fingers into Eryl’s body. Her muscles spasmed as the Redhead let out an ear-splitting scream of delight, “Fuck!” Flecks of violet and cyan energy blazed in her brown eyes as the energy was fully absorbed into her being. Total control was lost by the redhead, she was reduced to a frenzied, gyrating mess under Luna’s form. Her lips gained a mind of their own, screaming words Eryl didn’t understand as orgasms ripped through her body. Her free hand seized a fistful of Luna’s hair. “More, more!” she screeched in a lusty command. She needed it, more than the air around her, more than her heart’s next beat, she needed it. She forced a second finger into Luna’s ass, shoving it as deep as it could go. Eryl had been reduced to a lust filled animal by Luna’s pleasure. She couldn’t contain herself as her fingers, knuckle deep, battered Luna’s insides. She shoved with all she had, forcing Luna to take it all without any gentleness in her passion.
