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Each touch on her skin leaves Gwendolyn in a similar state. It's as if there's an after touch as Tane runs her fingers over her skin. A pleasurable burn, nearly tingling. Her back arches against Tane's fingers dancing along her spine, the redhead melting in her touch like ice on a flame. The growl Tane gives out shocks her for a moment, looking up to Tane in search of pain or discomfort but, her expression is of full pleasure, and so she continues her own ministrations until Tane distracts her. She truly didn't know if Tane was being honest, but... she felt comfortable in her arms, beneath her hand. Comfortable enough to explore and experiment, to try and learn. Obviously she'd never be as good as Tane at all this but, she could damn well try.

She shudders at the feeling of Tane's cock, pulsing against her stomach, occasional twitches drawing her attention away from Tane's lips and her perfect, crimson eyes. She licks her lips as Tane pushes her back, just enough to press her face into her chest. And then, without much warning, as her hands slide up her sides, the flat of her rough tongue drags along the bud of her breast. Gwendolyn moans low and soft, her eyes falling shut as her head falls back. Her back arches again, her long hair tickling her lower back as she hums in approval. It felt like nothing she'd ever experienced before. Obviously, she had touched her breasts and her nipples but, it was certainly different when someone else was doing it for you.

"Yes," Gwen breathes, a moan hitched on the end of her one word answer. She'd putty in Tane's hands, malleable, melting into her touch. Only Tane's. As she sucks and tugs, and eventually beings to nip, Gwen's breathy moans become more solid, her fingers snaking in Tane's hair, teasing at the nape of her neck and the shaved sides of her scalp. Her own towel is barely hanging on to her body now, all of her practically exposed aside from the very apex of her thighs, and Tane's cock is pressed squarely against her stomach. It's impressive really, to see just how massive it is in comparison to Gwendolyn, especially right in front of her. Daunting, but impressive.

As Tane climbs her body, Gwen pulls her in close, pressing herself against her, humming as she suckles at her neck, leaving small marks that the Princess was sure to see later. She hums as Tane begins to speak, almost pouting like a petulant brat at the mention of the time they clearly did not have. Who cares, Gwen wanted to say, but didn't. Who cares about time?

Well, she reasoned with herself, Maldur and his insufferable wife did. And, if they were to stay here all night? People would grow suspicious, and more importantly, she wouldn't get to see the tavern! So, Gwendolyn concluded, perhaps another time as she'd sure they'd have many chances, she would get to acquaint herself with Tane's body further.

Imagine her surprise when, instead of ending their little make out session, Tane made a suggestion. Gwendolyn looked down at her as she pulled away, leaning in as if a woman possessed to plant kisses along her cheeks, landing one square on her nose as Tane spoke, almost half-listening. The little redhead was obviously smitten. Perhaps love was too strong a word to use just yet but, attraction was definite. Desire, lust... she enjoyed her company outside this too, of course she did. But, the tension had boiled over quite easily, leaving the both of them in each others arms, naked save but half worn towels. Gwen looked down at her half-orc knight, a smile that hadn't left her face since she'd first been kissed still on her lips as she tried her damndest to pay attention to what Tane was saying.

"Down wh-- ooh," she gave a soft gasp, sitting up stark straight as Tane's fingers brushed against her inner thigh, leaving her with the power to answer. Little did Tane know that her little redheaded Princess had practically dreamed of the day she'd find a woman willing to make love to her, and that this was the part she'd been the most eager to play out. Of course, little did Gwen know that once she actually achieved her goal, as she thought she never would, she never knew she'd be so nervous about it. She swallowed hard, eyes roaming down their bodies to watch Tane's fingers between her thighs, edging ever closer to her mound. It was as if the events unfolded in slow motion, the little nod of her head to indicate her willingness, her heart speeding up at Tane's confidence in her skills... all of this was unreal.

"Please," she tried her best not to sound needy but, it was hard not to sound that way when you were. She was needy, begging... she just hoped she didn't appear desperate. But, she wanted Tane's lips to press their way along all her flesh, and then, Gwendolyn wanted to do the same to Tane. Why not start now when they had the chance?
 
Gwen had no idea what hearing her beg did to Tane, looking at the orc with needy eyes, her pleading a breathy whipser. Tane's grip on Gwen tightens ever so slightly and the orc shudders. She's done this a million times, enough that it could be second nature, but this felt different. Gwen did more than inflame Tane's lust, though she was quite effective at that as well. When their bodies touched, skin pressed against skin, she felt both excitement and contentment. She made her feel strong, yet so utterly weak all at once. She could fell Tane with just a flutter of eyelashes and a whisper. Tane wants nothing more than to make her feel good. To hell Maldur and his pathetic preening; if they were late, so be it, Tane thought. She would not take a single step out of this room until Gwen was thoroughly exhaused and satisfied. Tane had no need for Maldur's feast; she had all to her own right here.

Tane chuckles and manuevers the both of them around, laying Gwen down on the bed gently. Sitting up, the orc looms over Gwen. The sight of Gwen under gives Tane pause. She's so small in comparison, all plush curves and eager eyes. Her hair is spread out, a fiery fan on the bed and her breasts sit perkily on her chest. Everything about her was an absolute treat and Tane could spend hours kissing every inch of

While she doesn't have that much time, the orc is certainly going to make the most of every second she has left. Tane starts at her neck, leaving more hickeys to join the rest; people are sure to catch a glimpse or two of them and the illict possibility sends a shiver through Tane. She wants people to know her love for the elven princess beneath her, know that just moments ago, she was immersed in her body. Again, Tane is at her breasts, cupping them, lips and tongue working in unison, giving them a small tug of Gwen's nipples with her teeth. Her lips continue their descent, arriving at her stomach. It's a contrast to Tane's own chiseled mid-section; it was all plush, a soft and tanned expanse. She buries her face in Gwen's stomach, almost childishly, savoring the warmth, kissing just above her belly button.

"Well, isn't this the cutest bush," Tane says with a chuckle as she arrives just above Gwen's pussy, spying the trimmed copper bush just above her mound. Tane finds it adorable, a contrast to her own trimmed but comparatively unruly happy trail. It fits Gwen and Tane chuckles once more before arriving at her lower lips. Tane's length throbs as she takes in Gwen's scent, feeling the urge to dive in, but that would be poor form. Instead, her lips move to Gwen's inner thigh, planting wet kisses, moving up to her calf. Tane is taking her sweet time, drawing it all out, like a puppeteer, pulling at Gwen's strings. She wants to invoke that same neediness from earlier, wants Gwen to be overwhelmed with desire and anticipation. The knight kisses and licks just around her pussy, feather light and soft kisses, teasing the sensitive flesh.

Figuring she's done enough, Tane sticks out her tongue, pressing the broad flat of it against her pussy. Her tongue has always been unnaturally long and wide. She puts it to good use now, moving her neck with small movements so that it drags across Gwen's labia, tortuously slow, brushing up past her clit. The taste of Gwen on her tongue sets her mouth to water and Tane repeats the motion, maintaining that same pace. Her hands grip at Gwen's thighs, her fingers sinking into the supple flesh.
 
Gwen feels as light as a feather as Tane moves her, her large hands easily placing her down on the bed, as if she were a doll. She was so gentle with her which Gwendolyn appreciated, it being the first time she'd ever done anything like this. But, it wasn't surprising. Tane was a kind soul, Gwen had known that from the moment she'd first spoken to her. She knew she was genuine, kind... of course that would translate to here. There was just something about her that drew Gwendolyn in... and whatever it was it kept her here. She laid on the bed for her, looking up into her eyes as a silent moment passed.

As Tane looked her over, laid upon the bed, ready for Tane to do whatever she pleased with, Gwen looked over her all the same. Her pale skin, her massive form... her arms around her head, on either side. She felt protected beneath her, but at the same time if only playfully, she felt like a meal about to be devoured. Gwen smiled up at her, wiggling around a little to get comfortable before Tane dug in.

Gwen's neck was the first target of her attack, the little Princesses tanned skin left with two hickeys, very plainly in sight in her usual dress. Of course, in the moment, she could care less. In the moment they were markers. Proof of their shared confession, their connection. Proof of who Gwen's heart belonged to, and who her heart would belong to for as long as it possibly could. She hoped that might be forever.

Her breasts were again showered with affection, leaving Gwendolyn breathless. She'd never thought her own chest might be so sensitive, it never was when she played with it herself but, she supposed Tane was special. Her heart was racing, breath shallow, before Tane even made it anywhere close to her destination. And, she's all giggles as Tane finds her stomach, a ticklish spot that leaves the poor Princess breathless again, laughing away as she tries to bring her knees up in reflex, but finds that they are very much pinned to the bed by a pair of hands intent on making them theirs.

At the comment about her pussy and the hair above it, Gwen blushes, hiding her face behind her hands. She's been reduced to giggles and moans, occasional pleading words. Mostly though, all she can do is vocalize in sounds, just how lovely she finds Tane's touch. How satisfying. How needed. She melts into the bed, sighing pleasantly as Tane kisses down her body, though she gives a small whine as she teases her mound, kissing her inner thigh before ghosting away elsewhere along her lower body. Then, as she slowly rises up her body to her inner thighs, to the tuft of hair around her mound again, her kisses around her center leave her whining again, moments from pleading before, finally...

"Ah!" she gasps, back arching against the rough, flatness of Tane's tongue as it travels along the length of her pussy. From the bottom all the way up, taking in all of her in a single, long lick. Gwendolyn can do nothing more than writhe in her spot, trying her hardest to stop from drooling. It was almost too much, too soon. The feeling is overwhelming, and she feels embarrassed by the proximity, but it certainly felt nice. And Tane seemed to be enjoying it. In any case, Gwen was too distracted to be worried about being self-conscious. In fact, she was too distracted to worry about much other than the pleasure currently ebbing through her.

"Tane.." she gasped, her hands making their way down her body to grab Tane's hair, snaking her fingers in her locks again as she watched her, meeting her eyes as she sighed to herself. It felt so nice, she didn't know how it could possibly get better. Her thighs were grabbed by Tane's fingers, dipping into her flesh, holding her down as she dragged her tongue against her clit, leaving the poor Princess a shivering, melted mess beneath her, sighing and shaking as her heavy petting continued.
 
Tane almost feels herself falling into a trance of her own. All her focus at a razor-sharp point. She wants to make Gwen scream her name, leave her a writhing and exhausted mess. There's a hunger bubbling in her stomach, growing stronger as Gwen wettens on her tongue, the taste of her lingering in Tane's mouth. It felt fantastic to give Gwen her first experience, to help guide her through this. She knew it could be terrifying, especially with someone of Tane's sheer size both in body and in regards to her equipment. She wants to drive Gwen crazy, make her absolutely melt under her touch, but she wants Gwen to feel safe and loved.

Tane doesn't know if what she feels is love, but she knows she would do anything for this woman, that she wants to curl up in bed with their bodies together, sharing in each other's warnth, Tane pressing her face into the crook of her neck. She wants to share meals and stories, she wants to kiss and hold her, she wants her to ride her face and moan her name. Tane's skin is flushed red, her heart a furnace, racing a mile a minute. The arousal thrumming in her body causes her to rub her lower body against the soft sheets of their bed, moaning into Gwen's pussy from the friction of the head her cock brushing the surface under her.

The orc returns her attention back to Gwen's folds. Her pussy shivers and throbs in front of Tane, growing dewey with each long and laborious movement of her tongue. Tane doesn't let up as she drags it upwards again. Soon, Gwen's clit peaks out from under it's hood, the sensitive bundle of nerves practically begging Tane to capitalize on it. She drags her tongue slowly, making sure to catch her clit on the way up. Instead of licking upwards again, the tip of her tongue traces lazy circles around her clit, flicks of the wide pink appendage, quick as a reptile. Tane's own cock begins to leak precum from it's tip, staining the sheets; there was immense pleasure in watching Gwen ride through the roller-coaster of pleasure.

There's a voice in the back of her head reminding her they are not in this manor alone, that there are servants and maids roaming the halls. The other voice in her head says "good, let them listen.". It wants Gwen to absolutely scream her name and let everyone know who is doing this to her, who had the privilige of indulging this body that would drive a lesser woman insane.

"You taste good," Tane murmurs, her mouth up against her pussy, making sure she can feel the warm air of her breath on her moun. Tane moves her hand from Gwen's thighs and uses them to spread her pussy wide, exposing her clit. Tane lunges foward and locks her lips around the surrounding area, sucking on her clit. Her tongue swirls and flicks at it, even as she applies a constant suction. One of her hands move down to the entrance of Gwen's pussy. She rubs the entrance with two of her fingers, making sure to coat them liberally and evenly with Gwen's wetness. Once she feels they're sufficiently lubricated, she slips in one thick finger, easily the size of two of Gwen's.

"How's this?" Tane asks as she slides her finger in, curling it upwards. Pulling it out slowly, Tane waits for a reaction from Gwen, hoping the insertion isn't too much for her. Tane does it again, working in tandem with her tongue, attacking the princess from two angles. She could spend hours down her, with Gwen's thighs pressed into her head and her arousal flooding her mouoth.
 
Gwendolyn finds herself unable to think, not able to form words besides Tane's name. She whispers it like a chant, rolling her head back as her fingers gently scratch against Tane's skull, pulling her in closer as she tongues her clit, working her magic. Gwen can feel every ministration, from the flat hard licks against her, to the tiniest little flicks and massaging circles around her pink clit. She can feel the waves of pleasure rolling over her, ebbing slow at first before picking up their pace, dragging her closer and closer to falling over the edge. She's panting, almost crying out Tane's name now, a hand flying to her mouth to keep herself quiet as her hips jerk upward against Tane's face when she licks her sensitive bud directly, "oh!"

Who ever had said that Tane was good with her tongue was not joking. Gwendolyn was reduced to a moans and sighs as she rolled her hips in time with Tane's mouth, jerking every so often at the sucking or the long, languid licks that left her clit throbbing. As Tane's grip on her thigh lessens before eventually pulling away, Gwen is quick to wrap her thighs around the sides of Tane's head, gentle at first, just enough to keep her in place... as if she'd leave. But, Gwen didn't want to take the chance.

As she complimented her taste, Gwendolyn blushed a deep scarlet, covering her eyes with her forearm as she tried to pay no mind. She tasted good... what did good mean, she wondered. In any case, it embarrassed her, the poor little redhead not seeing as Tane's finger began to tease her entrance. She jolted, crying out as a finger slipped inside, quickly covering her mouth with both hands as she sat up a bit in surprise.

"Oh my Gods..." she gasped, her elbows on the mattress, propping her up now as Tane curled her finger inside her. Gwen whimpered, biting her lip at the feeling. Tane's fingers were massive compared to her own, and in fact, Gwen had never really dipped inside herself before anyway. She had tried but, she never managed to do it right, at least... not the way Tane was. Her finger slipped in so easily, probably thanks to how wet Gwen was, practically dripping on the mattress below, a little stain to match Tane's own. It's only her finger for a moment, slipping in and out of her with ease, curling in such a way, hitting a certain spot that makes Gwendolyn jump in surprise, falling back to the bed with a huff and a moan. She rolls her hips up to meet her tiny thrusts, gasping as Tane's tongue begins to work her again. Gwen's hand ran along her sides, stopping at her breasts a moment to squeeze at her nipples through a particularly delicious lick and curl of the finger inside her.

She didn't know what to do, didn't know if she should be saying anything in return or... just enjoy the ride.

"It's good... it's really, hah... it's really good," she whispered. The poor Princess was melting under Tane's touch, her senses quickly overwhelmed as she moaned Tane's name like a prayer, forgetting where they were. The walls of the manor melted away, as did the bed they were on, the people outside, the feast, the tavern, the trip. All she saw in front of her was Tane. Tane's raven black hair, Tane's pale skin, Tane's tongue teasing her until she was gasping her name behind her hand, increasingly more desperate, more hurried. She was peaking fast, and Tane's quick ministrations and the thick finger inside her were only helping the matter along.

"Tane, please... please, just like that," she gasped, her thighs squeezing around her knights head again, intent to keep her there until she'd finished cumming, a feat that wasn't going to be hard to see through. Gwendolyn arched her back, a breathy moan leaving her lips before catching in her throat, leaving her silent for only a moment before her hands flew down to Tane's head, wrapping in her hair again as her hips jerked, rolling against her lover's tongue and finger, the tiny Princess all gasps and silent praises as her orgasm exploded, crashing over her like a huge wave, leaving her ravaged as she fell back to the bed, gasping and breathing heavy as she ran her fingers through Tane's hair, "frightfully good is an understatement I'm afraid," she breathed, a sleepy grin on her lips as she looked down at her lover. Gwen was very much disheveled, sweat glistening on her rising chest, bruises peaking through on her tanned collar bones, her hair falling over half her face.

"But maybe I'm bias".
 
Tane chuckles at Gwen's bucking and squirming, relishing the challenge of maintaining her pleasure while attempting to keep the princess locked in place. Her pussy quivers, leaking onto Tane's chin and staining the new sheets. As if she was desperate to slake her thirst, she occasionally pulls away to lick up every drop, though some manages to stain the sheets under them. Gwen is hot, practically searing on her tongue, like a furnace growing steadily hotter.

There's a tightening in Gwen's thighs and her voice grows more hoarse with each hitched moan. Gwendolyn is close and the prospect of watching her climax in front of her rewews Tane with a new sense of vigor and determination. Her fingers move faster, those inner walls clenching tightlly, the wet sound of her digits thrusting in and out. The flat of her tongue drags across Gwen's clit, her lips occasionally providing light suction.

Gwen calls out her name in breathy moans and it sounds heavenly to Tane, the begging and pleading. With each utterance of her name, she's hit with another pulse of arousal, driving her own desire into overdrive. Her cock is harder than it's ever been, the head inflamed and leaking copious amounts of pre. Tane can't help herself, not when this woman she'd give the world is whispering her name, a beautiful song on the wind, like a prayer. Tane's hips pump back and forth, dragging the formidable length of her cock against the bed, leaving a smear. Her own hearts hammers away in her heart, even as she focuses her efforts on Gwen's pleasure.

She's going to cum, Tane feels it. Thighs clench around her head, immersing Tane in their plush heat and she lets her. Gwnedolyn could choke her until she nearly passed out, it wouldn't stop Tane's tongue. She hopes someone can hear hear. She hopes there is a maid, listening outside the door. She wants everyone to know how much she desires Gwen, how hungry she is for her orgasm. Her hunger is rewarded shortly, an orgasm rocking Gwen's body. Those same thighs squeeze with enough force, Gwen could likely harm a lesser man or woman, but Tane was nothing close to lesser.

Tane removes her finger from Gwen's pussy and focuses both her hands on her thighs, holding her tight. Her mouth rides the waves of Gwen's hips, the rough bucking of her midsection. Part of her prayed Gwen was a squirter, just so she could taste more of her. She gets no such thing, but the reward of Gwen's orgasm is enough to sate her. She holds on as Gwen comes down, pulling her mouth from her twitching mound. Tane smiles widely, a sly grin even as her chin is smeared with Gwen's wetness.

"Mmmmm, that's high praise from a princess," Tane murmurs with a chuckle as she pulls away and sits up, sitting on the back of her legs. Her hand careses Gwen's pussy. slicking her fingers. She holds up her, admiring the gleam in early evening sun, before popping them into her mouth. Tane looks Gwen in the eye, her own burning red with lust, as she licks them clean. The half-orc makes a show of it, occasionally closing her eyes and humming, as if she was dining on a gourmet dessert.

"You look absolutely worn, m'lady," Tane teases, moving into loom over Gwen, looking down at her like a tiger that had cornered prey. Her hand roams down in between Gwen's legs, fingers brushing over Gwen's pussy. Her cock hangs down heavily, pre dripping lazily from the huge tip. "Normally, I like eating for seconds, but I question whether you could handle it." Tane loves to tease her partners, drive them to a point of exhaustion; women joked that sex with Tane felt like running a marathon, leaving women drained and with jelly legs. However, Gwen is a virgin and might not be equipped with the stamina to keep up.
 
It takes a long while for Gwen to catch her breath again, chest rising and falling in rapid motion as she takes shallow gasps of air. The orgasm that had rocked her still hadn't released it's hold, sending little jolts through her as her inner walls pulsed, her body itself missing Tane's thick fingers. The look on Tane's face wasn't helping though. Her wetness coating her chin, the way it caught the light, Gwendolyn knew exactly what it was. She blushed, looking elsewhere as Tane rose up from, pulling away from her.

Gwendolyn sat up slightly, running her fingers through her disheveled hair, sighing as her pulse slowly began to come down. She had never cum like that, not once. Never so intensely. Not that she ever really got much time alone to pleasure herself anyway so she wasn't exactly knowledgeable on her body but, she supposed it was no excuse when Tane was right here, already with a full map. "Yes it is, and I mean every w-- ah! Hey..." she gasped, interrupting herself as Tane reached forward to slowly run her hand along her lower lips, collecting the remaining dew leaking from her. As she held it up, Gwen could see the stickiness of it in the gap between Tane's fingers, a sight on it's own that drove Gwen to blush but, as Tane lifted them to her lips, sucking them dry, she wanted to hide away beneath the covers. Tane's bright, crimson eyes however, kept her frozen in place until not a drop remained on Tane's fingertips.

As Tane moved in, Gwen found herself slowly falling back to the bed. Her legs raised, as if on instinct of their own, as Tane's hand began to dip between them, her body allowing her more access, as much as she desired. She truly didn't care if she made it in time for the feast, not when she got here and certainly not now. She didn't care if all the world could hear them in here, if there were eyes in the walls, which was certainly a possibility in a place like this. But, once more, she couldn't care less. Why would she when instead she could have this handsome, butch half-orc between her legs until her voice was raw? Until she couldn't walk straight, or see straight, or think straight?

Tane's cock swung dangerously between her legs, pre dripping to leave it's own stain mere inches from Gwen's. The little Princess licked her lips, staring down at it before looking up to meet Tane's eyes, moaning low and invitingly as Tane's fingers danced along her glistening lower lips. She felt thirty degrees hotter, the blood coursing through her veins at a near boil. She wanted nothing more than for Tane to dig in, feast on her until the morning, or even just for a second longer... she wouldn't even be too greedy right now. She could be reasonable, if that reasonable included another visit from Tane's talented tongue and fingers.

She reached down between her legs to meet Tane's hand, her fingers dancing up the palm of her hand to wrap around her wrist, or as best they could as she sat up, her other hand reaching behind Tane's neck to pull her in close. She wanted to taste herself, she wanted to see what all the fuss was about. But, more importantly, she just wanted to kiss Tane. So, she did. Gwendolyn pulled her in, meeting her half way as she guided her hand, encouraging her finger between her lower lips. The lips of her mouth however, pressed delicately to Tane's, moving with purpose before parting, inviting Tane's tongue with a tantalizing lick of her own along her bottom lip. The feeling of her tusks on each corner of her mouth, pressed to her cheeks, was certainly different but... it was also completely Tane, and she'd trade nothing for it. In fact, the only made it more fun to kiss her, having to tilt her head in such a way if she wanted to kiss her deeper.

Her nails scratched gently along the base of Tane's scalp before dipping lower to tease at her spine, crawling back up every so often to repeat the pattern. All the while, her other hand stayed between her legs, eventually sneaking away to circle at her clit, keeping Tane's mouth occupied as she whispered against her lips, "you can have seconds later... right now, if you can't fuck me with that cock between your legs right now, I want you to do it with your hand". Her voice was barely audible, even to herself but, she knew Tane would be able to hear her. She'd never said so many dirty words in one sentence... it was pretty exhilarating. Not as much as what was happening right now between her and Tane but, quite close. As she pressed another kiss to Tane's lips before diving back in to fully kissing her, she finished up her mini-speech with a little giggle, "I can handle you".
 
The half orc takes immense joy in watching Gwen's expression as she seductively cleans her fingers. There's an intstrinsic pleasure in taking the lead, in getting to take Gwen through this seuxal journey. The thrill of her surprised gasps and coos, the way her eyes widen when Tane brushes a specific area and plants a kiss in just the right place. It helped that Gwen, for all her sweet and gentle naivete, was the epitome of voluptous; a sensual body that radiated both nuturing warmth and an innate seduction. It felt as if she could make Tane melt into a puddle with little more than a playful wink and soft smile.

"Oh? I'm sorry, did I touch something?" Tane says with a fake look of surprise, putting on a show of comically wide eyes and a shocked mouth. Her hands wanders again between Gwen's thighs, tracing circles along her inner thighs. Despite their calloused appearance, Tane manipulates her digits the way a painter moves the brush, deliberate and skillful, not an ounce of wasted movements. "You'll have to forgive me, m'lady. I'm but a simple country bumpkin. You must tell, am I doing something wrong?" Tane's hand brushes over her clit again, swirling the very tips of her fingers around the sensitive nub, delighting in the shivers and squirms she's able to pull out of her partner. A voice in the back of her head shrilly reminds her time is running short, that at this rate, they would have little window of opportuntiy to prepare for tonite unless they scrambled like headless chickens. Tane snuffs that voice out promptly. If Maldur were to talk in right now, she was likely to tell him to leave them be or watch. Neither mattered to her, as long as this woman remained under her.

What Tane was not prepared for was the short string of dirty talk that came out of Gwen's mouth. The undercurret of sweetness, even as she playfully asserted herself. The way her plush lips formed an O as she pronounced the word "cock". Her delicate hands takes Tane's, working their way up to scarred forearms, defined from years of hard work and combat. The orc finds herself practically frozen in place; how quickly Gwen shifted the tables, how she became the seducer with just a few words and needy whispers. Tane loves it. It was so easy for people to let Tane simply take control because she was so large and assertive, but it bored Tane. The orc wanted sex to be a give and take, a battle, a dance, two bodies meeting, each as invested in pleasuring the other.

Her surprise was compounded by Gwen's kiss, her own eyes widening when she feels a tongue enter her mouth; the intrusion sends a wave of arousal rocketing through her. Her cock twitches angrily, some of her pre growing cloudy and white, as if she was on the verge of a small orgasm right there. The orc growls into the kiss, meeting her tongue with her own much bigger appendage. Gwen leaves her breathless when they pull away, Tane's eyes unfocused and half-lidded. It takes a few seconds before she comes down to earth.

"You think you can handle me, huh?" Tane says, leaning into Gwen's ear, her voice rumbling from her wide chest. Husky, with the undercurrent of a purr. Tane's eyes simmer with desire, her tusks gleaming in the light. The kiss did nothing but stoke the fire in her, a blaze that lit her skin aflame. "You're on." Her head moves away suddenly to clasp her lips around Gwen's nipple, swirling her tongue against the stiff nub. One of her fingers slip back into Tane, the warrior sighing at the wet heat of her insides. Spreading her open, she slips in the second finger, filling her up. With a delicate curve, she starts to thrust them in and out, a steady metronome. There's the sinful and slick sound of them plundering her depths as she speeds them up in a slow build up, a sensual increase in tempo. She gives her nipple a tig with her front teeth, this one just a bit harder, not enough to harm, but with more vigor.
 
Gwen could only roll her eyes at Tane's act, though she supposed she was moaning as well. Tane's fingers were talented, purposeful. Each movement left Gwen shuddering, goose bumps raising on her flesh as her nipples hardened further with the cold and her arousal. Each ghosting touch of Tane's fingers against her left her head spinning, her hips rolling slowly to meet her, inviting her to press harder, push her... but the teasing continued as Tane spoke, leaving the Princess practically begging with her eyes, the words caught in her throat. She shook her head at her question, though she knew it was for play, she wanted to make sure Tane knew that no, she certainly wasn't doing a single thing wrong. Except maybe not getting on with it and fucking her already. But, she knew if she begged for that, Tane would just have her wait longer.

So instead, she played along with her teasing, following the touch of Tane's hand with her hips when it strayed too far from the mark. And as she watched Tane's face as she whispered to her, asked for dirty things, she could only smirk at the expression on her face. Gwendolyn was naïve, yes... only in practice. But, she knew enough to be able to get herself here, knew enough to have it continue. Screw the noblemen downstairs. Screw some stupid feast. The walls were gone for Gwendolyn. To her, they were on their own again... on the embankment of the river, where she realized now that her dress had been left behind. A reminder of other reasons it could have been discarded. She should have made her move then, right there on that rocky shore... but this was a second chance. And thank the Gods for second chances.

She read Tane's expression in an instant, pleased with herself that she hadn't scared her off. She figured that someone like Tane, so quick to give... to dominate, rarely earned the pleasure of dealing with someone like Gwen. Pushy in her own right, innocent on the outside but tougher than she looked inside. And she had been wanting to use such lines for a long time. It was a shame she had to wait this long but, such was the life of someone uninterested in men. She could have taken the easy route but, men like Tane were impossible to find. Men who weren't threatened when their lovers pushed them... fired back. They just ended up with bruised egos. Gwendolyn didn't have the time nor the patience for that. So, when Tane clearly enjoyed her dirty talk, it sent her heart soaring. It meant they'd continue... and nervously, she realized as she noted the spark in Tane's eye, it meant she was in for a very rough ride.

Their kiss leaves Gwendolyn's head spinning just the same, the two of them pulling away. She feels Tane's eyes on her but, it takes the Princess a little longer to open her eyes, savouring the moment for a split second before crashing back to earth as Tane growled in her ear. Gwen's whole body stiffened, her blood running cold as the mound between her legs, as if it wasn't already, dampened in an instant, leaving the poor little elf a shivering mess, nodding with the meekest, mousiest little, "yes," that she could manage.

"You're on," she heard, a whisper to her ears as she gasped over top the words, her sharp intake of breath turning quickly to a loud moan, one she stifled as she bit hard on her hand. She bucked against Tane's hand, arching her back against her mouth, her other hand unable to keep up the ministrations of herself. Instead, her hand rose to Tane's head again, tangling in her hair as she pushed against her, trying to be closer, and closer still. Tane's finger inside her curled, pushed in and out, rubbing against spots inside herself she never knew existed. Then, sliding in on a thrust, a second finger that spread her wider. Gwen cried out, biting down on her hand again, squeezing her eyes shut as she tossed her head back. She felt dizzy, rolling her hips against Tane's thrusts, gasping as her nipple was bitten harder, jolting in surprise from the shock of pain. It certainly wasn't enough to hurt, just to shock her, and it certainly had. The sound of her slick wetness filled the room, embarrassing Gwen as she tried to focus instead on the pleasure mounting inside her.

There was a pressure this time, a bit different from when she had cum just moments ago. As Tane curled her fingers a particular way, the pads of her fingers dragging along her upper walls, Gwendolyn absolutely purred, "Tane..." she gasped, her body jolting against the pleasure of Tane's skilled fingers. It overwhelmed her for a moment. Gwen met Tane's eyes, moaning as she did, just for her lover, the hand in her hair pushing the raven locks back so she could better see her face, her hips moving with the steady pace of Tane's ministrations. She watched her as she gently tugged at her nipple with her teeth, suckling the flesh, her tongue calming the slight tinge of pain from her teeth. Gwendolyn could watch her for eternity and never grow bored. The way her eyes glistened in the dying sunlight of the day, almost glowing to life in front of her... the spark of mischief in them, of pure and genuine interest in her... it made her heart flutter in a way that she'd never felt before. Like it'd skipped a beat. She found herself, for a little while, just staring into her eyes as her moans grew increasingly more frequent, the Princess biting her lip to calm herself as she began to feel another orgasm mounting. But all the while, she looked to Tane, wondering herself what it was she felt when she looked at her.

She wanted to spend the entire trip with her, all of it. From sleeping together to eating together to dancing together. She wanted Tane at her side for all of it. And after the trip was over? She wanted her to remain there. She didn't know for what, couldn't see that far into the future, not right now. She could barely register where she was with Tane's fingers curling inside her like this. All she knew was she wanted Tane next to her, on top of her, maybe beneath her. She wanted to return this massive favour, wanted to make Tane feel better than anyone had ever made her feel before, just as Tane was doing for her. She needed to in fact. If she didn't, she didn't know what might happen but, she's quite sure she'd rather be alone for eternity if she couldn't be by Tane's side.

She didn't know what this meant necessarily, whether it was love. All she knew was that she needed her, and that was all that mattered in the moment. Gwendolyn stroked her face, pushing her hair back as if petting her as she struggled to breathe, eventually giving up on the whole thing all together, focusing instead on the mounting pleasure between her legs.
 
That gasping again. Gwendolyn must've surely known, the way it lifts her heart. For every iota of pleasure Tane is able to give to Gwen, she feels it almost twice fold on herself. In Tane's eyes, Gwendolyn deserved nothing but the best, deserved nothing but to be showered with praise and kisses and smiles and the touch of an attentive lover. There women in front of her was the same woman she saw on that fateful day, stepping down that cobbled path to smile up to Tane with wonder and compassion. "Do you remember it, Tane?" she thinks. Gwendolyn looked at you, not as a livestock to be admire or a servant to do it's work.

She saw Tane, the half-orc, deserving of love. When she touched Tane's tusks, there's no morbid disgusts, like an animal to be paraded about for the entertainment of all. She saw Tane, not the fighter, not the orc, not the brute. She saw Tane, the woman who would beg the world to look at her with kindness and so, Gwen did. She looked upon her with love and there's nothing Tane feels she can give this woman to repay her it. So, if Gwendolyn desire an orgasm, so be it. Tane would drown her in pleasure, leave her a wet and exhausted mess. It was the least she could do. Tane wants to spend a life with her; maybe she's moving too fast. Assuming too much. There's so many things in their way that make a future difficult, but Tane cares not. She would sacrifice the money and the land, if in return, she can stand by her princess. Stand by her as her knight. Her companion. Her lovrer. Maybe even more.

"Do you want to cum?" Tane asks, purring to Gwendolyn, her words practically dripping with lust. Her fingers work in and out of Gwen's pussy, slowing down occasionally, maddeningly slow. She means to draw out the pleasure, bring Gwen to a breaking point where she would dance on the edge of climax, always just a gentle breeze from falling over. As much as she adored the way Gwendolyn was willing to bite back at the much larger orc, there was an addictive joy in hearing Gwendolyn plead, a delicious surrendering of her body to Tane's prodigious skill.

"You're royalty, didn't you learn to ask politely?" It's a joke, a playful jab, even deep in this moment of intimacy. Tane greatly valued the ability to still joke and jest even during making love. To her, the ability to tease and poke was the sign of a healthy relationship, not one confined awkwardness. Tane leans in for another kiss, but start at Gwendolyn's neck. She wants to count the hickeys she left, add another to the veritable necklace of bruises forming on her neck. How scandalous would it be for others to see. How many men would approach Gwen, arrogant pigs thinking she would simply offer herself. Tane takes a lurid thrill in knowing they would see those hickeys and now she has been claimed by another.

She nibbles at her collarbone, leaving a path of wet kisses, tracing up her collar. When she arrives at Gwen's lips, she takes her into another kiss, her turn to slip her tongue inside. For someone who was new to this all, Gwendolyn had an innate intuition, knowing just what needed to be done to press Tane's buttons. Their tongues dance in between their mouths, occasionally pulling away to take small breaths before diving back in again. Tane's fingers are working her pussy, all pretense of gentle slowness thrown to the way side. There's now a formidable pace in her thrusting. Occasionally, as she pulls the fingers out, Gwen's pussy sucks at the digits, as if begging them to never leave.

"Greedy girl," Tane murmurs, in between french kisses, her voice a low rumbling. She sinks both her digits back into the wet folds, them absolutely squelching with the entry. Her free hand reaches for her cock; there's simply no way she can hold her own pleasure at bay anymore. It mounts in such a way, Tane is afraid neglecting it for any longer would make the orc explode. Tane ends the kiss, even she incapable of maintaing a kiss, finger fucking and her own stroking all at once.

"F-Fuck! Gwen.....," Tane moans as she furiously strokes herself. The pre, once mostly clear and sticky, are now white, beading at the top. Her heavy balls have drawn up to her body, a sign that an orgasm approaches her firmly. Occasonally, she squeezes at the head of the monstrous length, leaking thick drops of the liquid into she sheets. Her fingers thrust in and out, an almost merciless pace in contrast to the maddeningly slow pace of before.
 
Each press of Tane's body against her own left Gwen thanking the Gods above that she ever crossed paths with this woman. That she had taken that drunken bet, that she had won, that she had even existed at all. Perhaps it was corny, and maybe Gwen too was moving too fast but, from the moment she locked eyes with Tane, she felt a connection. She felt, here beneath Tane's touch, she could finally be herself. She didn't need to pretend that she simply wasn't interested in men, or in getting married... she had Tane. And she was very much interested in her and a future they might have together, no matter what it brought with it.

Gwen sighs as Tane leans upward to kiss and suck at her collarbone, tender laps of her tongue soothing the bruised skin, leaving a deep violet bruise in her wake. Gwendolyn would worry about covering it up later. By instinct, she met Tane half way, her lips already parted as her handsome lover met her tongue.

"Yes, please," Gwen giggles between kisses, sure to tack on a please, though Tane may have just been joking. She liked the jokes, the teasing. It eased her worries, her wondering, embarrassment... the sounds and the smells and tastes... having Tane dipping inside her or her tongue against her was petrifying at the start. Of course it felt well but, this was the first time Gwen had ever done any of this. Tane's jokes calmed her, allowed her to relax on her lovers hand, rolling her hips lazily against her slowed thrusts. "Yes, please... I want to cum," she whispered against her lips.

As Tane speeds up her thrusts, teasing her and her body for seemingly keeping her fingers inside her, she does not apologize. She simply giggles, shrugging her shoulders as Tane pulls away from their kiss. Soon after, Tane's fingers speed up their tempo and Gwen rolls her head back, gasping and whimpering as she feels herself beginning to tip over.

Gwen's hand falls below her waist again, between her hips. Her fingers begin to circle her clit, her hips jerking up against the pleasure of Tane's fingers inside her... faster and faster they go and quicker and quicker does Gwendolyn begin to tip over. She hears her name called, curious as she looks down to meet Tane's eye, seeing the half-orc's hand furiously rubbing herself off.

And that was all Gwendolyn needed to finally fall. She shouts her name, rolling off her tongue alongside a moan, choked out before she covers her mouth. The pleasure mounts in such a way, the pressure inside her lower stomach, that Gwendolyn cums in a way she never had before. Thanks to Tane's fingers, talented in their touch, rubbing against her most sensitive spots, Gwendolyn cums with a rush of fluid, squirting out of her with force, soaking the sheets beneath the two of them.

Gwendolyn is hyper aware of this, her moans and whimpers growing quieter as she comes down from her orgasm, twitching in the afterglow of such a strong climax. What was that, she wondered. She couldn't have... peed. Right? Well, whatever it was, the answer would have to wait... there was something far more important about to happen.

She looks down to Tane as she continues to stroke herself, "Tane..." she gasps her name, again and again as she pleasures herself for her, her free hand reaching forward to caress her cheek, encouraging her lover to let go, to cum for her. She sits up, grinding down on Tane's fingers before leaning down to share another kiss with her, running her hand up her body before encircling her shoulders with her arms, pushing Tane into a sitting position so that she could sit in her lap. Once there, that massive, wet cock between them, Gwen's hand joined Tane's. She wanted to hear her say her name again. No, she needed to hear it. Hear her growl it, moan it, whimper, gasp, cry it out. She needed it.

"Please-- please cum for me, my knight".
 
It's a feat in of itself, Tane's focus divided evenly between pleasuring herself and Gwen. Their bodies press against each other, Tane's slick pale skin against Gwen's, exchanging heat. Gwen is all giggles and moans, her face alternating between smiles and whimpers. Even in the throes of her passion, Gwen never loses her playful air, a wildchild at heart. Tane's fingers thrust into Gwen's heat, feeling them grow slicker with each entry; the sheets below them positively ruined by their sex. Tane idly wonders what kind of excuse they would need to cook up for the unlucky servant that is called to wash it.

Gwen's walls clench around Tane's fingers like a vice when the elf's orgasms hits her, impeding Tane's tempo. Despite this, Tane keeps going, even as her lover squirts onto the sheets. There is a twinge of disappointment in Tane's heart, wishing her mouth was locked around that entrance as it erupted. Instead, she settles for admiring the image, trying to draw out and intensify the orgasm as much as possible. A job well done, Tane prepares to slow down and stop her stroking before suddenly her world shifts. Gwen kisses her again, their tongues dancing together, sending warmth radiating through her chest. In a surprising show of strength, Gwen manages to haul herself upwards and pushes Tane down on her butt, straddling her lap. They're close, intimately so, their breasts smushed together, the friction of nipples drawing a small moan from Tane. Gwen

The cute and shy demeanor has almost melted away and an entirely different Gwen has formed in her place. She's seduction and half-lidded eyes, hushed whispers and breathy sighs. She begs again and Tane bets she knows the effect it has; it's taken little time for Gwen to figure out Tane's weaknesses, how to play her like a fiddle in the same way Tane prided herself on. If she wasn't so focused on the waves of pleasure crashing against her body, she'd try to counter back, but Gwen firmly has the upper hand. Her delicate fingers grasp at Tane's cock; her fingers can't even enclose around the circumference of the length. "Gwen, I want to cum," Tane sighs out breathily when Gwen calls her name, her eyes closed and her breaths quickening. Her chest rises and falls rapidly. Gwen could probably feel Tane's thighs twitching and thrumming under her. The pre-cum accumulating at her tip flows freely, providing lube for her quickening strokes.

"Please--please cum for me, my knight."

The floodgates open. A simple phrase, almost demure in comparison to her dirty talk from before, but it's music to Tane's ears. A guttural growl rises up from Tane's massive chest. Her muscles bunch and she strokes her cock with such a fervor, one would be inclined to think she was hurting herself. She calls out Gwen's name and her cock erupts. Tane was already capable of copious orgasms on an average basis, but the orc is pent up; there was little free time for her to pleasure herself since becoming Gwen's knight. She's backed up and it shows. Thick cum floods from the tip, shots with enough force that it streaks across Gwen's chest, coating her modest breasts. Tane wants to aim away and spare Gwen the mess, but she's too engrossed wint the overwhelming throes of her climax to properly control it. Rope after rope splahses between the two, just as much flowing back onto Tane's hands as she still pumped away. Her free hand reaches down and grabs the sheets, as if she needed something to hold on; the fabric rips like parchment in her fingers.

"G-Gods, Gwen...," Tane chokes out as she feels herself coming down from her high, her motions slowing down. Her cock is still leaking, but it lacks the force of before, now a lazy flowing down Tane's thick fingers. Her breathing is heavy, as if she ran a mile. She slowly opens her eyes, Gwen swimming back into clarity. As she regains her senses, she sees the copious mess she's mad of her princess and the weight of shame comes down on her shoulders. "Fuck! I'm sorry, m'lady. I'll fetch you a towel, i'm sorry," Tane stammers out, looking around desperately for a nearby towel.
 
Gwendolyn's whole body melts at Tane's words... telling her she wanted to cum, she was just on the precipice. And Gwendolyn wanted to watch her, wanted to help her in anyway she could. In fact, she needed to. The look in her half lidded eyes, the growls of pleasure on her lips, the way her muscles flexed as she grew closer and closer to her release. Gwen savoured all of it, her own hand pumping away at the head of Tane's cock, the only part of her that she could fit her hand around even remotely. Funny enough, the most sensitive part too. She thumbed the pre slicked opening of Tane's cock, teasing her to the edge as she whispered her name in return of her desires. Then, as if on cue, Tane tensed.

Gwen watched as she growled, her whole body ridged aside from her hand still pumping away at herself. Her name on her lips leaves Gwen's head spinning. It sounded so delicious on her tongue, it almost wasn't fair. And then, as if time slows around them, everything stops for a second before, without much warning besides the call of her name, Tane cums. And when she does, Gwendolyn is hardly prepared for just how much would shoot from her. It coats her chest in a thick layer, leaving her skin warm as it drips down her breasts, nearly endless ropes of it messing up the both of them after their respective baths. Gwendolyn revels in being covered in it though, a cute little smile on her lips as she continues to pump at the head of Tane's cock, coaxing her through her climax, giggling as she tears the sheets in the throes of pleasure.

Gwendolyn wondered too what they might say about the sheets when it came time. Perhaps she'd just lie and say there were no sheets in the first place. That seemed like the reasonable option, now that they were torn. In any case, she had much more important things to worry about, like the way Tane was gasping her name.

The little redhead could feel herself dripping in Tane's lap at her choked moan, biting her lip as she looked down between the two of them, eyeing the mess her knight had made of her chest. It coats her breasts, leaving only one nipple exposed, the other hidden beneath a thick layer of white hot cum. Gwendolyn smiles up at her lover, her hand moving down to coat a finger in the sticky stuff before bringing it to her lips. Plush pink lips wrap around her finger, sucking it clean as she swallows it down. It's certainly nothing like she'd ever tasted before. Salty, thick, almost hard to swallow but, distinctly Tane. She gets past the texture with her enthusiasm, watching Tane as she practically comes back to life before her very eyes.

She's still straddling her lap, surprised by her own strength. She's busy admiring Tane when they eyes meet, the tired smile on her lips quickly falling as Tane begins to curse at herself, looking around desperately for something to clean her up with. Gwendolyn hushes her, reaching a hand to her cheek as she leans in, pressing her lips to her nose in a chaste kiss. "Shh, please don't apologize," she whispers, brushing the loose strands of Tane's raven hair from her face, reaching behind her with her free hand. "It's perfectly okay, and here... look". Gwen pulls the towel she'd been wrapped in from the bath up from behind her. It's still damp enough that it'll do the trick just fine. She hands it to Tane to placate her, sighing to herself as she eventually catches her breath.

Well, that had happened. All the tension over the last two days had mounted and mounted before finally exploding. And Gwendolyn for one could not be happier. She has more than half a mind to continue this romp well into the morning hours, wanting Tane to take every inch of her, in fact needing her to do just that but, she knew that soon enough... people would come looking for them. And likely, sooner now than later if the sun dipping behind the hills had anything to say about that.

"We should probably get dressed," Gwendolyn said petulantly, clicking her tongue at the thought as her thumb brushed against Tane's white skin, over her plush lips, simply admiring her handsome face as the mess between them was cleaned away. "They're going to come looking for us eventually".
 
Gwendolyn's voice is a gentle assurance, her hand against Tane's cheek. Tane leans into her embrace, chuckling softly at the peck on her nose, wrinkling it playfully in response. As much as Gwen has done her best in proving otherwise, there's always a deep seated kernel of fear that Gwen finds Tane distasteful, her body grotesque. The orc normally could care less of people's opinions on her body; with a childhood of mockery, she had long grown thick skin. Gwen's opinion was different, meant the absolute world to Tane. They were so vastly different in appearance and status; one of them a gentle elf of royal descent and the other a rough and tumble orc from poverty. There's always a shrill voice in her head that tries to convince Tane that Gwen finds her filthy, despite all the evidence pointing to the contrary. So, when Gwen comforts Tane, looks at her with eyes brimming with compassion and love, it makes Tane feel like she'd cry on the spot.

"Right, right. Sorry," Tane whispers back, laughing sheepishly. Even so, she can't help but not look how much of a mess she made. Tane takes to the towel from Gwen and begins to wipe her down, using this as an excuse to admire her body again. She would never tire of exploring her, memorizing the curves of her hips, the pillowy soft give of her thighs. The way her copper hair billowed about the bed when she was on her back, like a wreathe of flames. With just a few more wipes, Gwen's chest is mostly clean, still slick from the residue. "Gods, I was backed up, huh?" The half orc tries to joke, lighten the mood.

"Fuck them and fuck their infernal feast," Tane replies, the low growl of annoyance in her voice. She rolls her eyes, though she finds it hard to frown when Gwen caresses her. A thumb crosses her lips and Tane reaches forward, grabbing her hand. "The real feast is here." Tane opens her mouth and sucks on Tane's thumb, winking at her seductively before letting her go. The orc can joke all she wants, but Gwendolyn is right; they still had diplomatic duties to attend to. This was not a vacation, as much as they would like to treat it as one. This was, ultimately, a tour of diplomacyy, Gwen's job to endear and charm the various lords and ladies. To sit out the feast would be a grave sin of disrespect to the royal family of Evergreen and considering how much crops it sends to the crown city from which Gwen hails, it would do them well to prevent such a future.

With an air of resignation, she wraps her arms around Gwen's waist, pulling her even closer. "We can fool around after the tavern. And we can.....talk," Tane murmurs, tucking a stray strand of Gwen's sweaty hair behind her ear. "I....I wish to be with you. I do not now exactly what that entails, but....I cannot imagine a life without being by your side. Or rather, I do not want to." It is sudden, Tane knows. They've known each for less than a month and already they're making doe eyes like newlyweds. There's so many obstacles and difficulties that came with a relationship like theirs. Yet, Tane cares not for the risks and challenges. She wants to be Gwen's friend, her accomplice, her knight and her lover. To guide her and protect her, to wake up to her smile and tender voice.

"But, after all the talk?" Tane says, her voice going low into a purr, leaning forward into Gwen's ear, her breath warm on her skin. "Hope you're up for a long night, Gwen."

Tane pecks her on the cheek with before picking Gwen up off her legs. Holding her tight, she puts her down on the bed and gets up herself, stretching her limbs. She's all sweaty, her cock dangles between her legs, the remnants of her orgasm on the tip. The room absolutely smells of sex and the both of them likely do not smell any better.
 
"Don't apologize for apologizing," Gwen said with a breathy laugh, leaning in again to kiss Tane's cheek this time, resting her head on her shoulder as the mess between them was finally all cleaned up. She wanted nothing more than to stay here like this, together. But, she knew as well as anyone that the feast was important. It marked her arrival in Evergreen, the beginning of her journey. It was important. Both diplomatically and for public appearance. She was a big girl, a Princess... she could avoid the distraction of Tane for at least an hour or two. Until they snuck out of course.

The little elf laughs at Tane's admittance, nodding her head, "I was too, haven't really had time to do much between getting ready for this trip and well, everything else. I... I've never done that before, by the way". She was referring to her second orgasm specifically, the squirting. It felt incredible but, she was still a little nervous about it. Tane didn't seem to mind, didn't mention it at all but, still Gwen was a bit embarrassed. The sheets and mattress beneath them were completely soaked, no thanks to her. She's pulled away from her thoughts though as Tane curses the feast, wrapping her long tongue around Gwen's thumb and pulling it between her lips, into the wet, warmth of her mouth. Gwen's breath catches, watching, feeling, sighing to herself. It was an odd feeling but... a nice one. And then it's over all too soon, the air of lust and sexual tension melting away slowly as Tane and Gwendolyn come back down to Earth, their duties remembered.

Gwendolyn hums at Tane's words, nodding her head, her red hair bouncing slightly at the movement. She leans into Tane's hand as she tucks a stray lock behind her ear, turning her face just enough to kiss her palm before she pulls away.

"Then be with me," Gwen breathes. She knows it's easier said than done, that their relationship even before their feelings were revealed was already looked upon with disdain. An orc and an elf... getting along so well. There were no wars in her land anymore, that was the cause for her trip after all but, it was common knowledge of the tension between the two races. It was a given to assume the worst of each other, even other races besides the elves were wary of orcs. But, Gwendolyn had nothing to fear from Tane, she knew that the moment she met her. She had been stoic and level headed, serious about her position, her responsibilities. But at the same time, she was so clearly nervous. Only Gwendolyn could see that, being the same way. The two were a lot alike, perhaps why Gwen opened up to her in the first place, poured her heart out to her to the best of her ability in the short time they'd known each other. She had so much more to say, of course but, now she would have all the time in the world to do just that. To share herself with Tane, and for Tane to share herself with Gwen. It might be impossible for the little Princess to be any happier, lest she burst at the seams.

All the love and infatuation fluttering around in her stomach is quickly replaced with heat, as it was usually in Tane's presence... especially when she used that voice of hers to it's full potential. If Gwendolyn knew how her begging influenced Tane -- and she had an inkling -- then Tane knew for sure how that growl, that gravelly deepness of Tane's voice, less than a whisper against her ear, left Gwendolyn desperate and needy. She almost whined as Tane pulled away, picking her up with no effort and setting her gently on the bed next to her. Gwen pouted, crossing her arms as she watched her lover stand up and stretch. She watched her arms, muscular and toned, stretching above her head; bites her lip at the movement in her back, the deep, long line running down the middle, ending above her ass, muscled but still plush. Gwendolyn wanted to sink her fingers into her hips, pull her back down onto the bed and clean her up like she had for her but... not with the towel.

She shook the thought from her mind, crawling off the bed on the opposite side, stretching herself out as well, wincing at the dull ache in her hips. Tane had just finger fucked her and still she was feeling sore, she shuddered to think what she'd feel like after tonight. But, it wasn't out of fear.

With a drawn out moan as she rubbed her neck, Gwendolyn made her way over to her trunk of formal wear, catching her reflection in the mirror. Her hair was sticking up in odd places, a slight gleam to her cleavage and nipples -- red and swollen from the biting. And, all along her collar bones, one on her neck, and several on her breasts, there were mouth shaped bruises, Tane's mouth. Gwen ran her fingers over the darkest ones, smirking at herself in the mirror as she turned to her side to admire her body, post first-time. She didn't feel much different, aside from the realization that she was, if not in love than certainly smitten, with her knight. The perpetual butterflies in her stomach had dissipated if only a little, only because Tane felt the same. Still, whenever she looked at her they sparked back to life, though now for a much different reason. Gwen ran her fingers through her hair, humming to herself as she did before pulling herself away, heading over to the trunk.

She needed to find something light and airy, easy to move in but, something that covered her neck. Luckily, she had just the thing.

It was black, fading into silver at the end, a keyhole at her cleavage to draw some attention but, a tall neck to hide the obvious hickeys all over her skin. It was sleeveless, falling to her feet and trailing behind her just slightly. Perfect for the job. She pulled the piece on over her head, smoothing it out before pulling her hair half up, leaving a couple pieces hanging beside her face to frame it. She was far from done but, she had time. "What do you think?" she asked, turning to face Tane, smiling up at her as she did a little twirl.
 
"Then be with me."

She makes it sound so simple, as straightforward as one observing the color of the sky. Maybe it was that simple. There were difficulties, of course; the war had ended long ago, most orcs retreating to their homeland, isolated from the greater kingdoms. Some ventured out as sellswords, mercenaries or bodyguards. Some even started families, Tane being the proof of that. That didn't stop the prejudice; whenever an orc was pushed to their limit, usually as a result of discrimination, it was used yet again to label them all as brutes. It didn't help that most of them were frightfully good warriors, but there was little work for them in greater kingdoms outside of that. If Gwen was found out to be laying with an orc, even a half-orc, it would be a scandal. Gossip would blaze through the land like wildfire, the elven princess who took the hand of a monster. Part of her wants to spare Gwen that pain, the judgements and stares. She contemplates reconsidering this, painful as it would be, but for Gwen's own good.

How could she when she sees Gwen's smile, though? It fills her with joy and makes her feel light as a feather. Her touch made her feel like she could take on the world. To spend a life with her, to see the world and grow old together seemed like a dream come true, as if all her decisions up till now had been for this exact moment. How could she throw it all away for fear of what others would think? What a poor knight she would make, unwilling to shield and stand by her princess, to weather the blows with her? No matter how hard it go, Tane wanted to see this to the end, walk this path hand in hand with Gwen. She couldn't see her life going any other way.

Tane goes to wipe herself down and attempt to shove herself back into the formal uniform they were provided. She doesn't both closing the partition; they've already crossed that line, known each other's bodies in the most intimate way possible. Now, there was no guilt in admiring each other's bodies in the way they so desperately wanted to before. Tane frowns at the uniform, examining the buttons and straps; it looked as complicated as putting on a full chainmail suit. She tries to work her legs into the pants, grunting as she squeezes the fabric past her thick thighs; it's clear whoever tailored this outfit hadn't truly understood the sheer bulk of whoever was meant to be in it.

"Hm?" Tane replies to Gwen as she's in the middle of buckling the belt. The orc turns around, her ruby eyes falling on Gwen and her breath hitches in her throat. In the simplest outfit, Gwen was a sight to be admired, but in a well-tailored dress? She made Tane feel goosebumps on the back of her neck. The orc shamelessly admires her love, loves the way it hugs her curves but leaves just enough to stimulate the imagination. The tall neck, aside from hiding the remnants of their love making, gives her a regal air; it's in this moment, Tane is reminded that Gwen is royalty, worthy of being the most desired woman at the ball.

"You look amazing," Tane says breathily; the urge to simply throw caution to the window and kiss her again is powerful. Instead, she settles for hungry gawking and admiration. There's an overpowering feeling of pride; this was a woman she made love to, one that fancied Tane. "You keep showing off like that, you're liable to have me take you again, milady." It feels strange to make such an overtly sexual joke, but at the same time, liberating. To be free and open with each other, shedding the anxiety and polite speech.

Tane returns to her outfit; it's an officer's outfit, jet-black with embroidered gold, the royal crest on the left breast. She slips into the jacket and finds that it's also a tad too snug. Fully assembled, Tane turns to Gwen, fussing with the cuff-links to fit around her meaty wrists. "Gods, I feel like a trapped animal. My tits are practically jammed into ribcage," Tane mutters, her sizeable chest putting the blazer through it's paces, testing the limits of the fabric.
 
"I'll take that liability," Gwen joked, swishing the skirt of her dress around before taking Tane in herself. She was clearly uncomfortable in the outfit but, Gwen was taken aback by how good she looked in it and, how well they matched. She watched her do up her belt, finding herself wishing it was the end of the night and she was taking it off instead but, watching her do it up was just as nice. The Princess looked her over for a moment longer before making her way over, taking a rough hand in hers and helping to do up the cufflinks.

Gwendolyn laughed at Tane's words, appreciating her brutal honesty. It was nice... not having to tiptoe around each other or speak in formalities any longer. At least, when they were alone. And having learned each others bodies so intimately, no longer having to hide around one another. It made things much easier for Gwen, and she hoped too for Tane. That and their mutual attraction was finally out in the open. No more pining and desperate glances, or confused feelings. It was quite clear to Gwen that this was the woman she wanted to spend the rest of her life with. A woman... she'd always thought she'd end up marrying a Prince. Someone she didn't love, nor hold any capacity to fall in love with. She always thought that her feelings surrounding men were just unimportant, something everyone must feel. Then, as she grew older, learned the truth, she just figured she was... broken. But, that she might be fixed, perhaps with the right man. But every time she was afforded the opportunity to engage with suitors, she found herself sick to her stomach. Making excuses, escaping from the parties, the festivities, finding other things to do. And then, when she'd met Tane, she thought perhaps she was... well, screwed. And, eventually she was, if tonight was any proof. But, less in the literal sense. She figured upon their meeting that she was doomed to be alone forever. Then, because of a slip of her tongue, perhaps fate, Tane too revealed herself to be a lover of only the fairer sex... which, Gwendolyn rightly figured, opened her up to the love she felt now.

And it is love, she's sure. She can't say it, not just yet, lest she wake up from this dream... but some day, hopefully some day soon. She would tell her.

Why else could she see them together so certainly? In the present, in the future and beyond. Growing old, ruling together, maybe one day... children. Gwendolyn didn't much care for the whispers, the gossip. She didn't care about what anyone had to say. She couldn't, otherwise she would be unable to function. She already heard what they said about her not being betrothed... that she was waiting too long, that she'd grow old before she found anyone. That no one would want her when she finally decided to get married. If she couldn't handle that, she certainly wouldn't be able to handle the rest of it. The taunts, the jeering, the insults she would gain from dating a half-orc, let alone a woman. It wasn't that no one was allowed to be with women, or even marry them, but... as royalty, Gwen was expected to carry the bloodline on. How could she do that with a woman? Well... she supposed no one had considered that women like Tane existed.

But in any case, Gwendolyn didn't much care about that. If she couldn't have children then she couldn't. Maybe it was selfish of her but, it certainly wasn't her number one priority. She had much more important things to do, like rule an entire kingdom, and travel it too.

"There," Gwendolyn says with a nod of her head, smoothing out Tane's blazer once she'd finished with her cuffs, "you look very handsome, even with your tits concaved into your chest cavity," Gwen giggled. "I just need to finish up my hair and then we can head down. Shall we come back up here early so we can leave for the tavern? We'll both need to get changed".
 
Tane grumbles like a grumpy child as Gwen helps her adjust the cuff links; in this moment, Tane admits, they feel like an old couple. Both of them preparing for a party, joking lightly, admiring each other's bodies. She never saw herself as one to settle down, though this was not due to disinterest. In fact, Tane often found herself fantasizing about meeting the one for them. About building a family and spending the rest of their days with their betrothed. She simply thought it was not meant for her. What woman would want to settle with her? Tane had resigned herself to a life as a warrior, never putting down her sword until the day Lady Luck frowned on her and someone finally managed to run her through.

Then, Gwen came and now Tane was beginning to believe she'd get to live that dream. Maybe even children, though that would be an entire situation of itself; orc biology was notorious for being rather incompatible for most races. Humans were the few that orcs could have children with reliably. Other races, as far most mages could discover, were virutally impossible, though it's said that there were some alchemists in the far north who concoted elixirs that help overcome this limitation. Regardless, that was far down the line. For now, Tane wanted to enjoy every waking moment with Gwen, to know her more as they traveled the world. Maybe, when it was all done, Tane could call Gwen "her wife'. She holds the possibility close to her heart.

"Aye, a good idea. We'll have to make an excuse or two for Maldur. Tell him it's been a long day and whatnot," Tane replies, tugging at her shirt. She looks in the gigantic mirror on the dresser and whistles in surprise. All things aside, Tane admits she doesn't look too bad in the outfit, as Gwen said. Dashing, some could even say.

There's suddenly a knock on their door and Tane sighs audibly; a small part of her was hoping the dinner would simply never come to be, leaving them to have the entirety of the night to themselves. Tane strides to the door and cracks it open; the room is still a mess and awash with the heady smell of their coupling. The last thing Tane needed was maids asking questions this early into their stay. "Ah! L-Lord Maldur requests your presence in the banquet hall," the maid squeaks out, in obvious fear of the titanic woman peering down at her, red eyes likely looking positively demonic to her. Tane thanks her and closes the door behind her firmly.

"Would you like to accompany me to dinner, my love?" Tane says, taking Gwen's hand in her own, linking their arms together and leading her down the stairs. Even at the top of the stairs, Tane could hear the idle chatter of guests, the guffawing of gossiping lords and ladies. She groans inwardly, mentally steeling herself for what was bound to be an aggravating evening, even if only for a short while. They descend down the stairs and make their way into the wide banquet hall; a long table has been immacutely set, silverware that looked to be worth more than entire commoner's houses. The dishes laid out were a feast for the eyes as well as the belly; roasted duck, savory pastries and grilled vegetables. There were desserts as well; towering cakes and bright meringues. Glasses of wine, like crystal filed into form were filled with wine, a crimson lustre in the hall's bright lights.

"The guests of honor have arrived and looking absolutely dashing!" Maldur calls out, standing up to clap for their arrival. The other guests turn around from their conversation to regard the two. While all of them join Maldur in his clapping, some do so with hesitance their judging eyes focusing on Tane; they had likely never met an orc before, let alone had one at their diner table. Tane takes it all in stride, smiling cordially, barely hiding her smugness behind it; there was an inherent joy to defying her station, sitting at the same table as haughty nobles, with a beautiful princess at her side.
 
Gwendolyn watches as Tane makes her way to the door, the knock surprising them both it seemed. Gwendolyn had hoped too that the evening might pass without interruption or invitation. That they might sneak out without so much as having to see Maldur and his aggravating wife again but, unfortunately things were not so easy. As Tane talks to the maid at the door, Gwen cleans up the bed, tugging the sheets off and throwing them under the wooden frame, never to be seen again. Or, at least until they left. The room, still hot and heavy with the scent of their lovemaking was eased just slightly with the removal of the damp sheets, and having done it without any peering eyes thanks to the partition in the middle of the room, Gwen quickly joined Tane near the door, no one in the hall any wiser.

"I would love to do nothing else, my dear" Gwen says as she approached her, taking Tane's arm in hand as the two of them make their way out of the bedroom. She tried to quell the soaring of her heart at Tane's chosen pet name. The way she purred it, like it was the easiest thing in the world to say... Gwen felt like she was going to burst. But, she calmed herself, preparing for the dinner the two were about to endure together.

Gwen had been through this whole song and dance numerous, if not infinite times. She knew what to do, what to say and not say. It would likely be a very boring evening, at least until Gwen feigned exhaustion and they both escaped back upstairs. As they made their way into the dining room, Gwen was quick to eye the food, humming to herself as if impressed. It was certainly a massive spread. The duck was the main event, basted and roasted to perfection, shining in the light of the chandelier. Among it were too many appetizers to count, towering cakes, and baskets overflowing with bread, cheese, and fruit. Gwen made quick work of flagging down a butler, grabbing a glass of wine for both herself and Tane.

As Maldur flagged them down, announcing their arrival, she raised her glass to him, a smile tugging at her lips as she played her part. "Please, you clean up quite well yourself, Lord Maldur," she joked, enough guests laughing in response that she knew the joke had landed well enough.

"Shall we sit, my knight?" Gwen asks as she turns to Tane, taking a small sip of her wine as she does. In her shoes, decently heightened heels, she still remains leagues smaller than Tane, no where near a height where she doesn't have to crane her neck to look up at her. She ignores the stares and whispers of the guests at the table as she leads Tane to the head of the table. They are to sit next to Maldur and across from his wife, thankfully not next to her. Gwen doesn't know if she'll be able to deal with the staring let alone any touching that may have occurred otherwise. If she was feeling possessive when they arrived, she felt absolutely protective now. Everyone who so much as looks at Tane funny is the receiver of a withering gaze from her, disguised very well as mere disinterest, which may as well be the same as exile in such a high society event, and by the Princess, the guest of honor herself, no less. She doesn't have the time for it, not the patience.

She was to be Queen some day, maybe sooner than later. She'd do well to stop taking shit from everyone simply because she was told to be nice. For Gwen, there was a line between being nice and being a pushover, and she was very tired of being a pushover. All it took was falling head over heels for a massive, gorgeous woman apparently but, that was perfectly fine in her book.

Gwen took another sip of her wine as she stood behind her chair, eyeing all the food, "don't tell me you prepared all this just for my sake? It looks absolutely delicious, my Lord".
 
Tane feels like a fish out of water; she's several heads taller than most of the guests, like an adult sitting at the children's table. A butler hands her a glass of wine and Tane thanks him quietly, swirling the dark purple liquid in it's glass. She sniffs it gingerly, finding the flower bouquet pleasant, although not really her thing; she prefers rich ales and strong ciders in a worn wooden mug. She takes a small sip and crinkles her nose in response. Regardless, she knows it's poor etiquette to refuse the food offered to her, so she takes a long swig frrom the glass, downing it all in practically one unbroken gulp. As she puts her glass down, her eyes meet a nobleman who seems somewhat mortified by Tane's show. The orc blushes, feeling a wave of embarassment wash over her. She's less concerned with embarassing herself and making Gwen look bad; the anxieties on whether she'll weigh Gwen down rears their ugly head and it takes a spot of mental effort to brush it off.

"Ah, of course. A princess of the royal family deserves no less. I do hope you find the food suitable as well, Lady Tane," Maldur says with a gentle bow of his head, sitting back down in his seat. "We were unsure of any traditonal orcish dishes, but I'd wager the cooks did their best." Tane barely avoids rolling her eyes and clicking her tongue in annoyance; even when they tried not to, most people found a way of objectifying Tane, treating her as if she was exotic creature from a faraway land and not raised in the greater kingdoms as well, albeit out in a small country village.

"Don't worry, I'm sure my orcish stomach will handle it just fine," Tane replies with a strained smile, unable to prevent just an edge of sarcasm in her tone. Maldur nods happily, the sarcasm clearly lost on him. Morgana sits on the other side of her husband, but this doesn't stop her from making eye contact with Tane. She waves from down the table, winking saucily at the orc. Tane waves back nervously, less out of any actual joy for the woman and more of courtesy; a small part of her shows a kernel of admiration for the woman's determination, as distaseful it may be.

Turning to the food, Tane reaches forward and piles food onto her plate, from slices of duck to piled on vegetables, the orc has her fill. Shoveling some of the duck into her mouth, her eyes widen at the taste; if she had one compliment to hand out to Maldur, it's that he certainly knew where to find talented cooks. The orc takes her time savoring the meal, attempting to block out all the idle chatter and gossip. Her foot taps rapidly against the floor, practically counting the minutes until it seemed appropriate for them both to retire for the night.

"So, Tane, was it?" One of the noblewoman says to Tane, a slim middled aged woman, her blonde hair done up in an artful bun. "That's not a very....orc-ish name, yes? I'm used to them being a tad more complicated." The attention was back on her and she wondered why; was there simply more joy fun in harassing her with pointless comments and questions.

"Yes. I chose an....easier name than the one I was given. My mother's suggestion. My birth name is in the old tongue and it is impossible for most to pronounce. Figure I'd make it easier on everyone else," Tane replies dryly, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Already, she feels fatigue setting in, a desire to get away from it all. It seemed so inauthentic. As if nobody here knew what it mean to speak plainly; every sentence feels like there's a hidden meaning, a snake slithering between each word, ready to curl around her neck and squeeze.

"Your mother was a human, yes? However does that work, pray tell?"

Tane feels a flash of anger, such a naked prying into the private details of her mother, but she chokes it down with a generous sip of her wine, finishing the glass off. "Well, I've never really asked her for the gritty details, but I reckon it involved a deal of candlelight and a sturdy bed." There's a small gasp at the table and Tane supresses the giggle the threatens to bubble from her throat. The answer is enough to put the noblewoman off from any further line of questioning.

Morgana turns towards Gwen, smiling widely, showing just a flash of teeth. "Sooooo, how are you two getting along? Surely, it must be exciting having such a fit knight to guard over you! I bet you simply cannot get enough of her. Big strapping woman like herself," Morgana says with a flutter of her eyebrows, the double meaning obvious in her words. It would seem she has resorted to jealously and Tane would find it hilarious if it wasn't so annoying as well.
 
Gwendolyn took her seat slowly, eyeing her plate and the food in front of it, wondering what she might grab first. She wanted to eat light, knowing full well if she were going to be trying the whiskey tonight that she would need to toe the line between enough food to soak up the alcohol and too much that she threw it all up. It's been years since she'd puked and she wasn't about to start tonight, especially with the promise of more fun later in the evening. She didn't want to be too sick or too drunk for that. So, she decided on a small helping of duck, placing a slice on her plate delicately. She then, as she chatted with the noblemen and women around the table, grabbed herself plenty of bread and butter and some fruit, happy to find strawberries in the baskets.

The questions start of tame enough, as they usually do, people taking a moment to lose their respect as their wine hits them. Gwen is carefully peeling away the stem of a strawberry and cutting in it half as she listens to Tane's explanation in regards to her name. The Princess hadn't heard much about it, not really asking her past her initial curiosity with it's more common sound. She just figured it was the name she'd been given but, it was intriguing to hear she had another, more traditional name. She hoped Tane might share it with her once she was ready.

Of course, the questions begin to grow more distasteful, one woman even asking her how her mother and father had conceived her. Gwendolyn stops herself from slamming her fork down, settling on channeling her annoyance into chewing the duck harder. As she went to swallow it, taking a sip of her wine, Tane chimed in with her answer, practically without missing a beat. Gwendolyn nearly choked on her drink, throwing a hand over her mouth as she looked down at the table, trying to hide her own giggles, though more so her coughing fit as she ridded her lungs of wine and duck. She gently thumps her chest, clearing her throat as she turns to Morgana, the woman's voice catching her attention.

Gwendolyn is shocked at this woman's perseverance, and her lack of filter. She almost has half a mind to ask the woman who she thought she was talking to, but instead she simply offers her a smile, thinking all the while about when they would finally get to leave. She doesn't even want to do this woman the courtesy of answering her but, she knows if she does not that she'll never hear the end of it back home, or even sooner, when she received her letters. Under the massive table, Gwen seeks out the heat of Tane's thigh, grasping at the flesh as she tries to find the words to address this woman, settling on a simple agreement.

"Yes, she's an excellent knight. I don't see how it would be exciting to have a strong knight... is that not the expectation? Or perhaps I am just not picking up on your double meaning, my lady?" Gwendolyn only offers her a smile after this, a slight tilt to her head as she awaits the lady to explain herself and her awful questions.

Gwen has reached her wits end, very close to tapping out of this awful feast and it's stupid, delicious duck that she really wished wasn't good so she might have something to embarrass these terrible people with. She downed the rest of her wine with a dainty sip, shaking her head at the offer of more before reaching for a few more strawberries, taking a bite as she looked about the table. She just barely recognized most of the faces, though she couldn't put names to them, she'd seen most of them before. Certainly, she wouldn't miss them if she were to just... grow too tired to remain in their company. Take her knight with her, just to be safe, of course.

Her hand remains on Tane's thigh, sliding downward to her knee as she leans in toward her, her other hand covering her mouth from prying eyes as she whispers up to her, "I'm awfully tired, do you think we could go back upstairs to rest?" The little smirk on her lips as she catches Tane's eye though hints at anything other than rest.
 
Tane stifles laughter at Gwen's response, cutting to the heart of the matter with charming ease; there were so many people who underestimated Gwen, saw that gentle smile and mistook her for a doomat, but Tane knew better. Gwen had the heart of a queen and Tane suspected this journey would be the catalyst to draw that out of her. At the end of this trip, Gwen would be stronger for it, having seen both the best and worst of her kingdom, ready to rule it with all that she had learned. With every inch of her being, Tane was excited to see that Gwen.

The orc's leg jumps when she feels a delicate hand grip her thigh; it feels secretive. Illicit. The idea of it in front of all these clueless nobleman, oblivious to what happened right under the table. The smirk on her lips is downright mischievous and Tane returns it with a smirk of her own, replying with an imperceptible nod. She finishes her second glass of wine and the rest of her duck before turning towards Maldur. "My lord, I do hate to interrupt, but it has been a jong journey and my lady could use some rest," Tane declares as she stands up, wiping her hands clean. With her other hand, she takes Gwen's, helping her up from out of the chair.

Maldur looks at the two curiously, quirking an eyebrow. "Already? Surely, you must stay for desserts.

Tane holds her ground, offering a small bow of her head. "We are truly sorry, but we really must retire for the night. It has been wonderful meeting all of you. We hope to see you at the festival in coming days." With that, Tane leads Gwen upstairs, doing her best to hide her smirk as they pass by Morgana, as she eyes the both of them suspiciously. As they make their way up the stairs and towards their bedroom, Tane feels a weight melt off of her shoulders, undoing the buckles on her jacket as they walk. It felt like an utter relief to be free; the atmosphere was suffocating, like a boot slowly but surely crushing her neck. To have grown up in this? It's no wonder to Tane that Gwen has nerves of steel.

Slamming and locking the door behind them, Tane finally finishes unbuckling her jacket, throwing it off to the side. "Gods, it was a fucking den of reptiles," Tane growls, falling back onto her bed, the frame of it creaking loudly from the sudden weight. It feels like she ran ten miles and she wants nothing more than to hit the tavern, to spend her night among drunken but honest fools who spoke their mind true, whether for better or worse. To think, they would have to deal with situation like this, the entire trip. Tane shudders at the thought.

"We need to get changed, I'm sure Briar's already rounding up the men. However," Tane leans back and shrugs her shirt over head, shimmying out of her black undershirt. Her breasts fall free and sit on her chest, heavy but with a bit of perkiness. The golden rings piercing her nipples glow in the dull light of their living room. "I'm sure a bit of fooling around before hand couldn't hurt. A kiss or two, mayhaps?" The half-orc wiggles her eyebrows and grins widely. Now that she has tasted Gwen, her mouth waters at the possibility of being able to touch her again.
 
It isn't hard for Gwendolyn to fake her exhaustion, having done it numerous times before. Not to mention, she truly was tired. It had been a very long journey and her legs ached from sitting so long, she needed to get up and move about, which she couldn't do at this silly banquet. So, as Maldur tried to convince them to stay for desserts, Gwen shook her head no, offering the man a small smile, "thank you, truly. But I must admit I'm rather--" she interrupted herself with a small yawn for emphasis, hiding it behind her hand, "I'm rather tired. You'll have to forgive me. Please, have extra in my name".

With that, she stood up with the help of Tane's hand, walking her way around her chair, pushing it in, and making her way to the massive doors leading into the dining room, "goodnight everyone, I'll see you all at the festival very soon, I hope". She and Tane seemed to pull off quite the convincing act, as they slipped away unprotested, into the night.

Once they arrived at the stairs, Gwendolyn carefully took her shoes off, carrying them as she walked barefoot up the steps, her other hand holding up her dress so she didn't trip over it. She watched Tane ahead of her undoing her jacket, already seeming to breathe easier without it constricting her lungs. "I'm going to send word to my father that the tailor messed up on your measurements for your jacket... it should not be that tight," Gwen sped up a little, coming to stand next to Tane at the top of the stairs, a hand resting on her hip as she looked up at her, "you did very well though. Despite all their awful questions, and Morgana," Gwendolyn bit her tongue, forcing herself not to say anything else. The walls in places like these had ears and eyes, it would do her well to wait until they were in their room to say anything else. But, to be quite honest, she didn't really want to think about her anymore, especially as she crossed the threshold into their bedroom and the door was shut behind her.

From then on, it was just her and Tane, and the sudden urge to get out of this restricting dress, especially as Tane shed her jacket and sat upon the bed, legs spread open as she relaxed and began removing her shirt.

"It gets much worse than that, just wait until we begin going to places that don't like my family," she says with a bright smile, "or, better yet, places where they're force to invite other people they don't like so that we just get to sit there and enjoy the infighting, that's always fun. If there's one thing I'd miss if I woke up tomorrow and was no longer a Princess, it is the pettiness".

She shed her dress, having to pull it up over her head, tossing it haphazardly next to the trunk of clothing she got it from, standing in her underwear, all red lace before making her way over to her bed to find her blouse and trousers. She turned to Tane though, looking over her shoulders at her as she began to speak of "howevers" and "what ifs", her breath catching in her throat as she eyes the glint of moonlight off the cold metal of Tane's golden nipple rings. She stared perhaps too long at them before meeting her eye as she turned around fully, setting her blouse back down on the bed.

"You're insatiable," Gwendolyn remarked, though the smirk on her lips indicated she was anything other than tired of it. She sauntered over, a swing to her hips as she crawled on top of the bed, swinging her leg over Tane's lap to sit on top of her thighs, her arms wrapped around her neck as she looked down at her, smiling with half lidded, hazel green eyes. "We wouldn't want to be late," Gwen whispered, leaning in to kiss her knight on the corner of her mouth, right next to her tusk before moving lower, down her jaw, peppering her skin in little kisses. Thankfully she wasn't wearing lipstick, lest it be all over her. Maybe she should...

"But how can I deny you when you ask so sweetly, my love?"
 
Tane wants the worries of the journey to come to melt away; there was so much to think about, futures to consider, conversations to have. If they wanted to make this work, it would take effort and commitment. The journey would become harder before it became easier, but Tane cares not. She shuts the worries of the future away. She wanted this moment right now, her love sauntering towards her with a seductive sway in her hip, a treat done up in red lace. It still floors Tane, the way Gwen can shift into different skins, able to drop the cool and level-headed noblewoman and practically exude sexual energy.

The way Gwen calls them "her love" makes the orc shudder, weak at the knees. They were dancing around the word before, the talk of "love"; there was a worry that they were rushing things, the feelings they hold for each other merely lust and naked attraction, but that's becoming less and less likely. Lust couldn't accountt for the warmth Gwen fills her with, the peace and content her very presence granted her. That was not lust, or at least, any lust that Tane has known.

"Insatiable, hm? I know not what you speak of, my love," Tane mumurs as they embrace, letting her plant kisses all around her chin. Though she hadn't said it, she adores the way Gwen shows love to her tusks. Besides her prodigious size and eyes, it was the biggest sign of her unique heritage and looked down upon by most. A monstrous trait, but Gwen care little. She cared for it as much as she did any other part of her body and that meant the world to Tane. "I am as chaste as a nun." Tane returns Gwen's kisses with some of her own, starting at cheek, working down to her neck, adding another hickey to the necklace that already adorned her neck. She pulls away and trails back up to her lips before kissing her, slipping her tongue in between her lips. That bolt of pleasure races down her spine again, her hands resting on Gwen's waist tighten.

She knows they're short on time, but how could they expect her to be strong enough to pull away? Gwen was intoxicating; there's so much of her that Tane wishes to explore, so many places that she hasn't placed her lips or her fingers. One of her hand pushes Gwen away slightly, not to separate them but to give her space to work. That same hand palms her mound delicately before slipping in them of her panties, snaking past the delicate push and finding the soft lips of her pussy.

"When we made love before, I saw you made quite the mess," Tane murmurs, referring to Gwen's squirting. Tane hadn't slept with many women who shared the same talent, but it was always a small delight to Tane when she made it happen. Another thing on the list of things Tane adored about her lover. "I enjoyed it. Some find it embarassing or gross, but personally? I love it." As if to punctuate, her slips a finger inside of Gwen, taking pleasure in the wet heat around her digit. Tane recognizes that it would be prudent for them to get dressed, but Briar could attest that Tane often had a more reckless side than she was willing to admit.
 
"Oh yes, yes. Chaste as a nun, and I do not have hair the devil's colour," Gwen snickers, her giggle turning to a soft moan as Tane takes the lead once more, peppering kisses along her own jaw before sinking lower to suck and bite at her neck.

Gwendolyn loved these small things about Tane. Her forwardness, her jokes, her heritage. Her bloodline was not a reason why Gwen loved her, nor did she love her despite it, it was just... Tane. And because it was Tane, she loved these traits. Her little tusks, her pointed ears, her pale skin, her eyes as they caught the light... like pools of lava she would happily jump into even if it meant burning. Tane could ruin her, Gwendolyn knew that. But, on the other hand, Tane surely knew Gwendolyn could do the same. She would never, of course... but if Tane happened to do it to her, well, Gwen might not even mind. It would just be one more thing she'd love about her. She'd take the broken heart as a memento of their time spent together if it meant being able to keep loving her until that happened.

Maybe they had rushed into things, or perhaps things were lustful rather than loving... maybe from the outside they were. But to Gwen? It seemed a lifetime since she'd last met Tane, like she knew her a millennia ago. Crossed paths with her millions of light years ago and had been waiting right until this moment, right now... to finally meet her again. She knew her, deep in her soul. And she knew the two of them were meant to be like this, in each others arms, worrying each others throats with love bites.

Tane pulls Gwendolyn out of her wondering, her wandering daydreaming, as her hand begins to slip down her body. Lower and lower it goes, the callouses on her rough hands scraping seductively at her smooth flesh, over a ticklish spot on her side as she jerks slightly away before settling back in, allowing herself to be pushed just slightly. She sighs, her head falling to Tane's shoulder as her knight begins to glide over her silky folds, past the lace of her panties, dipping beneath the waistband with a confidence that Gwendolyn could feel pulsating around her. She sighed in Tane's ear, a slight moan escaping her lips as Tane's palm brushes against her clit.

As she speak, Gwen hides her face with purpose, the blush on her cheeks crimson in hearing the retelling of the mess she had made. "I... I had meant to ask about that," she mumbles, her hands falling to Tane's chest as she leaned her full weight on her lover, arching her back as her fingers continued to tease her. "I'm sorry..."

Of course, after her apology she hadn't expected to hear Tane admit to enjoying it, let alone say she loved it. Gwendolyn looked up at her, sitting up straight, her eyes sparkling with confusion but, intrigue. Of course, she didn't get much of a chance to pry into the nitty gritty details, as Tane made quick work of her in the limited time they had. With a breathy moan, Gwen bites her lip to quell the noise as she falls back against Tane's shoulder, kneading the flesh of her pierced breast as she whimpers and moans in Tane's ear, her wide hips rolling gently against Tane's hand.

"Completely insatiable," she repeats, her voice a whisper against Tane's muscled shoulder. They were going to be very late but, in all honesty? She was a Princess. Everyone else would just be early.
 
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