His Redemption (TheCorsair and Xana)

[TheCorsair]

"We rebuild Monsford. Bury and honor those who fought to protect it,” Ingrud declared, wrapping an arm around Clara.

Clara leaned into her aunt's embrace, closing her eyes and taking comfort in her presence. After the emotional ups and downs of the past few days, it was... nice. Aunt Ingrud had practically been a second mother to her, after all, and it was pleasant to just be a teenage girl for a few minutes. Not a warrior. Not a Paladin. Not an Avatar, or the betrothed of a dragon, or someone whose humanity was slowly going to be ground away. Just a girl, safe with her family. "What about you, Mistress?" she murmured. "What about us?"

"I think Matthias and I will stay here in Monsford, if you’ll have us, Mayor.” Aurianna took Matthias’ hand as she made her announcement.

Clara's heart surged at her Mistress' answer, although she still didn't understand why she wanted to stay with the traitor. But, she was too worn out to worry about it. Love makes us all stupid, she decided.

"A Paladin and a wizard? Oh, I’m sure I can find something to do with you,” Ingrud teased lightly.

"Don't I get a say in this?" Matthias asked, voice filled with exaggerated protest.

"No," Ingrud responded.

Matthias wrapped his arms around Aurianna. "Well," he laughed, if I have no choice then I may as well make the best of things..."

Diana made a retching sound, and Roland refilled her mug. Both nodded in absent agreement at Justine's assessment that it would take time to rest up before departing. Sue, for her part, glared angrily at Clara as the subject of "her friends" came up. But everyone perked up at the prospect of a party. But then Aurianna casually said something that caught both the fuming Sue and the sleepy Clara off-guard.

"Then we will have to celebrate Clara and Sue’s promotion from Aspirant to Paladin, as well."

“Really?” Clara and Sue asked in near unison.

"For what it's worth," Matthias added in as Ari and Justine gave their reasons, "I agree."

"Oh," Roland deadpanned, "I'm sure everyone feels better now.

"Hey!" Matthias protested. "I've trained a dozen Paladins! And all of them turned out better than me!"

Clara whooped with joy as she bounded to her feet! "We'll be Paladins!" she exulted, hugging Sue. "We..."

"Go tell your friends, then!" Sue snapped, shoving Clara away. And your fiancee! I'm sure they'll be happy for you!"

Stunned by the reaction, Clara watched in shock as Sue spun and raced off into the darkness.

 

[Xanaphia]

“Sue!” Clara was off after her, surprised she had the energy to chase after her. Even more surprised that she could see her, even in the darkness of night.

“Go away!” Sue called back, the words caught in a sob. Still, Clara caught up to Sue, wrenching her hands in guilt over hurting her friend, no matter how unintentional it was.

“I was scared you were dead! I came out here, into the demonlands to find you, and make sure you were okay. And, while I was worried sick about you, you took on as many lovers as Afodisia!” Sue accused, voice heavy with ache.

“Well, I am her avatar,” Clara defended herself, sheepishly. Sue clearly didn’t find it amusing, scoffing and sobbing in a single sound. “Sue, I am sorry if you feel…betrayed. I never wanted to hurt you. But I was being to fear that I would never return to the temple, and then I return to Monsford to find a demon army on the brink of invasion. So I did what I was supposed to do, and offer to sacrifice myself as tribute to Lord Verrier.

“I didn’t want to die without ever knowing what sex was like so I… I laid with my childhood friends, and let them show me what it felt like, to be loved. And when they offered to journey with me, to Farefaeora, I couldn’t turn them down. And yes, we were together a few more times on the journey there, as none of us knew if we would make it out alive. We made promises in the throes of passion, promises I am not sure hold any weight now. You have to believe me, Sue, I never thought I would survive, much less see you again.”

Sue listened for a while, sniffling softly as she calmed down. “So…you laid with both of them? What was it like? Did you figure out how two girls...do it?”

Clara smirked lasciviously at Sue, and her questions. “Well, I could tell you,” she pulled Sue closer now, until their bodies touched, “Or I could show you.”

 

[TheCorsair]

Sue shivered, feeling her emotions swirl and twist around her like the wind. She was glad to see her friend safe and alive. But she was hurt and furious about her friend seeming to have tossed her aside. And she was jealous that Clara had - she found herself blushing at the thought - lain with someone. Two someones. "Show... me?" she breathed, shivering again. The evening was cool, with a gentle breeze blowing off the still-thawing river, but she suddenly felt like she was burning up. Still, she leaned a little closer, mimicking their games in their room late at night. "...how?"

Clara cupped her face, caressing her cheeks. "Well..." she whispered, leaning closer as well. There was hardly any distance between their lips; the simple act of speaking caused them to brush together. "It starts... with a kiss..."

Sue moved the last, tiny fraction of the distance. Their lips met and, for a long moment, it was a simple, chaste kiss. Like the first one they'd ever shared, when they were barely into puberty and still unsure of boys and kissing. But then, remembering their games and the kiss Clara had given her, she hesitantly slipped her tongue against Clara's lips. It played over the surface, then slipped between them as Clara uttered a sighing little moan. Sue echoed the sound, her hands caressing Clara's face now, then sliding backwards and stroking through her hair.

"Not... not bad..." Clara managed as they parted, struggling just a little for breath. Then she smiled as Sue pulled her back, her kiss bolder and more aggressive. This time tongues dueled lazily, advancing and retreating as the two girls explored one another with their hands and bodies. Sue pressed into Clara, suddenly and acutely aware of the slim curves beneath the layers of cloth between them. Clara, for her part, managed not to be jealous of Sue's slightly more feminine build. Not with the gentle swell of her breasts and her hips in her hands.

"What... what's next?" Sue asked, looking slightly dazed.

Clara shook her head, clearing it, and glanced around. "Now?" she repeated with a grin, taking Sue's hand. "Now we go find somewhere a little more... private."

 

[Xanaphia]

Clara lead Sue back towards Monsford, though a ways off from where they came in. They stole into the first house they saw, Sue a bit more tentative than Clara.

“Are you sure?” she asked, stuck half over the threshold.

“Most people retreated to Kirstad, and won’t be a back for a few more days. We won’t leave a trace that we were here,” Clara assured her, pulling her into the cottage. They were kissing again, fumbling at the belts and buckles of their armor. Despite not looking, it came off easily, from taking it off each other so often back at the temple, though never while kissing before. Next came off the padding, until both girls just wore their tunics and breeches.

Clara stopped kissing her for a moment, eyes scanning the dwelling, before finding the bed. A bed, this would be a first for her. She pulled Sue over towards it, and on it, cuddled up to one another as they sometimes did on cold nights at the temple.

Once more their mouths found one another’s, as Clara’s hands slipped under Sue’s tunic, caressing the soft skin underneath. Sue shuddered against the touch of calloused hands, her sigh growing louder as Clara’s hands moved up. “Clara, “she whimpered as her friend’s hand cupped her breasts, her nipples tingling in response. She mimicked Clara now, her own hands seeking out the supple mounds on Clara’s chest.

Clara moved her head along Sue’s cheek and over to her neck, kissing and biting along that smooth column of muscles. Sue was sighing and gasping at the sweet agony of Clara fondling her breasts and savoring her neck, delight overwhelming the hurt she felt earlier. She didn’t fight it as Clara pulled off her top, just blushed slightly. She and Clara had seen each other nude before, but somehow it was different this time.

“So very beautiful,” Clara murmured, teeth grazing her collarbone. “I’ve always thought you were so beautiful, Sue.”

“Clara…” Sue moaned, as her friend found her nipple with her warm mouth. “Yes…so good…” For several minutes Clara tasted and teased Sue’s breasts, until both were hard with lust and glistening with Clara’s saliva. Sue felt the bed compress, and as she opened her eyes, she saw Clara pulling off her own top, and the sight made her stomach flutter in a way she found that she liked. Coming up, she mimicked Clara, kissing and sucking at her nipples this time.

While Sue’s attention was on Clara’s breasts, Clara’s hand moved down her stomach, fingers making her shudder as they made her journey. They moved into her pants, teasing her slit over her small clothes, Which caused Sue to yelp in shock. “Clara…” She gasped, the intense sensation drawing her attention from Clara’s breasts. “Go slow…please.”

“Of course. We have all night.”

 

[TheCorsair]

Sue lay back, not certain what to do as Clara's fingers traced and explored her through her clothes. Her head tossed back and forth, breath coming in little gasps. It reminded her of the times she'd spent playing with herself, exploring her body and imagining what sex would be like. But... but this... "Clara," she groaned, blushing as her hips lifted against her friend's hand. Then she groaned again as Clara nipped her ear.

"Yes, Sue?" Clara purred, pressing her palm against her friend's mound.

"Goddess... Clara..." She couldn't find words. "I... I..."

"You..?" prompted Clara, rubbing and pressing her palm against Sue's dampening crotch. "You what?"

"I... would you..." She flushed again, biting her lip as she found she couldn't bring herself to say the words. Then she uttered a wordless sound of pleasure as Clara bent her head and bit at her nipple before licking it slowly.

"Would I what?" Clara prompted. "What do you want?"

"T... t... touch me..." Sue asked, face scarlet now. "Down... down there..."

Grinning, Clara let her fingers slip between Sue's smallclothes and her skin. "Down here?" she purred, tracing Sue's damp slit with a fingertip. "Touch you down here?"

Sue bucked her hips against Clara's touch. "Yes!" she cried out, still blushing but no longer caring. "Please!" Clara's mouth found hers, a slick tongue parting her lips as gentle fingers spread the lips of her sex. Sue gasped into Clara's kiss as one finger ran the length of her slit and circled the bud of her clit before stroking back.

"Tell me what feels good, Sue," Clara murmured against her lips. "I want you to enjoy this."

 

[Xanaphia]

One finger worked in and out of Sue’s slick sex, slowly caressing her sensitive walls. Sue tensed and clenched around the digit, tightness that Clara gently pushed against and past to drive into her core. Despite Clara’s instructions, Sue couldn’t give words to the pleasure she felt, only respond with moans and sighs and her body moving with and meeting Clara’s. Clara silenced her wordless cries with a kiss, a deep hungering kiss that moved in time with her hand.

Sue squealed as Clara’s thumb brushed her clit, seizing up against the sudden spike of pleasure. Clara kept up the tender pressure, massaging Sue’s inner walls and circling delicate nub with the other. “Clara…Clara,” was all Sue could gasp as Clara moved harder and faster within her, indulging in her sultry silken insides. Clara’s mouth moved down to Sue’s throat, enjoying the way Sue offered her that flesh, throwing her head back in rapture. Tongue and teeth alternated, teasing and tasting her salty skin.

As Sue’s cries turned into screams, Clara pushed a second finger into her wetness, sending her friend over the edge in her first orgasm. Clara’s name rang in her ears and throughout the cabin, as Clara marked the occasion on Sue’s neck. Sue arched and bucked against the pleasure flooding her nerves and thighs, the pain of Clara’s bite making the ecstasy all the grander. Clara slowed her pace as Sue caught her breath, running fingers through sweat drenched hair as she recovered.

“That was…wow,” Was all sue could say and Clara sat up over her, bringing fingers soak in passion to her own mouth. Sue watched with wide eyes as Clara slipped a finger into her mouth, moaning as the flavor of Sue’s climax.

“You taste delicious,” Clara remarked, bringing the other finger up to Sue’s mouth now, “Want to try?” Teeth dug into her bottom lip as she nodded, and Clara brought a musky digit to her lips. Sue’s tongue collected the evidence of her pleasure, sighing at aroma.

“So good,” she agreed, taking the finger in her mouth and sucking her own juices off of it. “Do you taste that good?”

“What to find out?” Clara offer, tugging her pants down over her hips.

“I… don’t know what to do,” Sue admitting, sheepish, yet eager, “Could you show me?”

Clara smirk as she pulled her friend’s pants and small clothes off. “Yeah, I could show how to do this. Clara straddled Sue backwards, aligning their faces to each other’s slits. Sue gasped as she looked up at Clara’s cunt, the scent of her longing hitting her all at once. She gasped again as Clara’s tongue traced her own lips, and flicked against her clit. “Just like this…”

 

[TheCorsair]

Sue writhed beneath Clara, still sensitive from her earlier orgasm and uncertain she could bear the sensations that her friend's tongue wrote on her nerves. "Clara!" she gasped out, trying to pull away and trying to press closer simultaneously. "Goddess! Clara! It's... it's..."

Clara slowed her pace, but her mouth hovered above her friend's soaked slit. "It's your turn, too," she murmured, spreading her thighs a little more. "Try it." Sue couldn't see her expression at this angle, but she could hear the sly grin in her friend's voice. "I know you're a quick learner..."

Sue's hands slid over Clara's bare back and squeezed the firm flesh of her rear. Clara's sex was right above her mouth, lips slightly parted, and her arousal glistened in the dim light of the room. She started to taste Clara then pulled back, nose itching from the curls of dark hair. She wanted to try, but she didn't think that sneezing would give her any pleasure. And then she gasped as Clara's tongue circled her clit, and one of Clara's fingers slipped into her channel once more.

But that gave her an idea. She slid her hands down Clara's thighs, moaning at the feel of her friend's skin and at the action of her friend's tongue. Her thumbs slid over Clara's slit, parting the hair and opening her a little wider, and she grinned as she felt Clara's body stiffen against her. Then she raised her neck slightly, and slipped her tongue into Clara's cunt. With no clear ideas of what to do beyond what she felt Clara doing, she simply ran her tongue over her friend's slit, tasting the liquid musk of her arousal. Clearly she must have done something right, though, because Clara whimpered a little and pressed her mound against her lips and tongue.

In response, taking an idea from the times she and Clara had practiced kissing, she turned her head slightly and thrust her tongue deep into Clara's channel. The result made her moan in pleasure as Clara gasped and her walls clenched around her tongue, and then Sue moaned again as Clara turned her attention back to her own dripping sex. "Goddess... Clara..." Sue moaned into her slit, still thrusting her tongue in and out. "So... good..."

 

[Xanaphia]

Both girls explored each other’s bodies and their own desires. Sue tried to pay attention to the things Clara was doing to her, and tried to replicate it, but it was difficult to move past how good it all felt. Clara didn’t have much more experience, mainly in the area of giving pleasure while also receiving it, still she pressed forward, pressing two slim digits into Sue as her tongue flick against her clit. Sue trembling, as the motion of her tongue filling Clara’s sex falter was exciting, even as it interrupted her own pleasure. She want to give Sue another orgasm, and taste the delight that flowed from her tight slit.

So Clara continued, two fingers working in and out of Sue’s clenching cunt, while Clara kiss her clit, moaning all the while. Sue did he best to match Clara’s skill, her tongue thrusting in and out of Clara’s channel. Moving faster and harder as she tried to reciprocate, Sue brought her hand down, finger locating that throbbing nub of femininity. Sue delighted in the shudder that past through her friend as she teased it with inexperienced hands.

Sue felt a familiar spasming overcoming her once more, as she tried to give that some bliss to Clara. She was groaning as her tongue massaged all of Clara inner walls, finger pinching and tugging at Clara’s clit. Clara just loved hearing her friend sigh and moan in rapture, and she couldn’t help her own squeal as Sue toying with her clit, finding the combined satisfaction of giving and receiving to be quite intoxicating, like the flavor of Sue’s longing. As Sue began quivering in release, Clara followed close behind, each girl calling out the other’s name as nirvana swept through them. Shaky, Clara crawled back over to Sue, eager to taste her pleasure on Sue’s mouth. Both girls sighed into the kiss, the conmingling of their desire incredible heady.

“Wow…” Sue rasped as they broke the seal of their lips to breath, “I just…wow.” Clara giggled, as she cuddled up to Sue, snuggling against her sweat damp body. “Is your fiancé…okay with this?” Sue asked, remembering the what had her so mad in the first place.

“Lord Verrier?” Clara clarified, sleepily, “Yeah, no, it’s fine. He said he doesn’t care what I do now, since I will be his, in the end. And that’s a long ways from now…” Clara explained, trailing off. Sue held her close, but couldn’t help resenting that this, whatever this was, was temporary. Just a brief moment between them, destined to be nothing more.

 

[TheCorsair]

Exhausted from the long day and the more pleasant but equally tiring night, the two girls burrowed under the quilts of their borrowed bed and drifted off to sleep. Sue slept soundly, lost in the dreamless darkness that follows exhaustion. Clara,for her part, tossed and turned and found that sleep brought dreams...

"Wait," she called, desperation in her voicd. "Don't go! Please!"

None of them heeded her. Oh, they listened. Thora looked back over her shoulder, dread in her eyes as Sigurd hurried her along. He didn't attempt to look, just ibcreased his pace. She tried to follow them, but found herself moving slower and slower. "Please!" she called. "It's still me! It's Clara!"

Still, they ignored her. They plunged into a stream of fleeing men and women, joining others that she recognized. There was Sue, gripping a sword and watching her, terror etched in her features. There was Aunt Ingrud and Uncle Arthur, herding their children and focusing their attentiin away. "P,ease!" she called, "please don't..."

A lance of flame struck the crowd moments before a bat-winged shadiw flicmered over the crowd. The sinuous black shape of the Godslayer banked, belching acidic flaming death into the panicking mob. Clara screamed for him to stop, screamed until she was hoarse, but he ignored her. Finally, like a great bat, he settled among the smoking corpses.

"WHY?" she screamed at him, tears dripping from her eyes.

"Tbey are merely human," he answered. "Tbey hold you back. Limit you."

"I'm human TOO!"

Verrier cocked his head at her, amused. She followed his gaze, looking at herself. At the grest black and gold scaled bulk of her body, at the arms that stretched outwards as mighty wings. "No..." she whispered, starting to shake. "No. No. No, it can't be. NO!"

She sat bolt upright, screaming the last word. Gasping in the darkness, she explored herself with her hands. Flesh. All of it still familiar human flesh. She was still human. Still herself. Still Clara.

 

[Xanaphia]

Sue groped blindly against the bed, seeking out the warmth that was inexplicably absent. “Clara…” she called softly, still half asleep. Once she was able to wrap her sleep addled brain around the fact that she was alone in bed, Sue rubbed her eyes. Squinting against the sunlight filtering through the curtains, she caught sight of Clara mostly dressed, save her boots.

"Morning sleepyhead,” Clara teased, pulling her boots up.

“You’re up already?” Sue asked with a yawn, extending her arms fully in a wide stretch. Clara got an eyeful, but it wasn’t anything she hadn’t seen before, as they shared quarters. And after last night, they were beyond embarrassment over nudity.

“Yeah, we really should get moving. Thora and Sigurd can handle themselves well enough, but they aren’t Paladins, like us,” Clara explained, smirking to herself as she said the word Paladin. Lady Aurianna and Lady Justine both agreed to her promotion, to their promotion. That was all she wanted to focus on, the pride of her upcoming advancement. Not the dreams that still flooded her vein with adrenaline and questioned her humanity. “Why don’t you get dressed while I grab us some breakfast?”

Sue nodded, climbing out of bed lazily. She tried to hide the jealousy she felt at Clara running off to save her lovers. Tried to figure what she was doing, following along like a loyal pet. Sighing, she gathered her wayward clothing and armor, pulling it on dutifully. She might as well see who they were, and what the big deal was.

Clara returned with a couple bowls of oatmeal, with sausage on the side. Clara dug right in, oblivious to Sue’s reluctance. Sue picked at her meal, finding her appetite after a moment or two. Pouting wasn’t going to change anything.
After eating and getting their supplies together, the two girls met up with their mistresses, for the last time they would be their teachers.

“Don’t do anything I would do,” Lady Aurianaa teased Clara, holding her close. It hardly seemed fair, she just got the girl back and already she was going back out. At least she knew Clara would come back, this time.

“You don’t worry about me, Lady Aurianna,” Clara insisted.

“Just Ari,” her mistress asserted with a warm smile.

“Okay, Ari,” Clara said, finding the nickname felt strange on her lips, but it was kind of nice.

 

[TheCorsair]

The trip back towards the mountain was, paradoxically, going to take less time. Monsford had been unable to spare any horses, since the few that had survived were needed to help drag rubble and generally assist with cleaning up. As a result, they were on foot. But both of the girls bore the Mantle of Afodisia, granting them strength and stamina greater than any ordinary human. They could keep up a walking pace that would carry them at the speed of a trotting horse and maintain that pace for hours without needing rest. Really, the only reason Clara had bothered with a horse the last time had been for the sake of simplifying carrying her supplies.

"How do we find them?" Sue asked, and Clara thought she detected a note of bitterness in the other girl's voice.

"This is the main western road," Clara answered, pointing. "Or, it was. Until the Sarn was flooded. We just parallel the river, heading upstream, for about sixty miles. Roughly halfway to Kirstead. Then we look for the tribute road, and take it west towards the mountain."

"Are you sure they'll be there?" Sue sounded skeptical.

"Not completely. But traveling on horseback and wolfback, with Sigurd's arm still healing? It would make more sense to follow the roads then to strike out cross country. And it's been... three days, since I got to the mountain? Four?" She peered towards the mountain. "I'd bet they spent a day or two trying to find a different crossing, then started back. So, we'll find them on the road. I'm certain."

Despite herself, Sue found herself curious. "What... what happened to Sigurd's arm?"

"He got it broken by a wolf, when it tried to eat him." She held a hand about shoulder height. "Big bastard. Big as a horse - the wolf, not Sigurd." Then she giggled, and smiled a sly smile. "Well, maybe Sigurd too..."

Sue rolled her eyes, grunted, and focused resolutely on the road.

 

[Xanaphia]

Thora looked up sky, wondering if they would see him again. The massive black and red shadow and blocked out the sun as it flew over yesterday, leaving in the morning and returning at night, and the couple agreed it could be none other than Verrier. Whatever Clara had done to spur the dragon into action, and whether Lord Verrier arrived in time to protect any of the town, the answers to those question lied in Monsford.

Still, the trip back towards Monsford took a sullen turn for the teenaged couple, as they considered whether Clara had survived meeting with the dragon, and whether she was brave or selfish to leave them behind.

Atleast it started off that way, until the group same across signs they were not alone. Animal carcasses, drained of blood littered the forest road. Determining that this was not caused by a natural creature, nor even one that were affected by Verrier’s influence. As the sun grew low in the sky, the caught sight of the overhead threat. A group of sucubi, practically naked and wielding tri blade weapons. With five demons and only three of them, the couple and their wolf could only flee the flying scouts. They would have stood a chance with Clara, but they were alone now.

They had to hide in cave for the night, knowing there was no way they could survive. How they would make it the rest of the way to Monsford, they couldn’t begin to say.

 

[TheCorsair]

Sigurd lay back, peering up at the sgars through the branches. "Do you think she's still alive?"

"I hope so," Thora grumbled. "So I can kill her."

There was no shelter to speak of on the Tribute Road, and little cover. But with flying demons about, they needed something. And so they'd piled branches against tge windward kee of a large stone and crawled beneath them, wrapped in their cloaks and blankets and huddled together for security. Sleep wouldn't come easily, the both new.

"I miss her too," Sigurd murmured, shufting a little and trying to find a comfortable place for his broken arm.

"I don't want to talk about it," Thira growled through gritted teeth. She wiped at her eyes, fighting against a wave of sudden emotion. "Not now."

Carefully, Sigurd rested his wounded arm in her side and did his best to hold her comfortingly. He said nothing, though. What was there to say? And so they lay for a while, brooding together on the hard-packed earth and trying to sleep.

And then the wolf growled.

"Shit!" Sigurd whispered. "Do you hear that?"

The sound grew louder - the shrieking cry of a harpy on the attack, and distant voices. Distant voices that sounded faintly familiar...

---

"I told you we should have stopped for the night!" Sue shouted, gripping her sword hilt and watching the star-strewn sky.

"All right, all right," Clara replied wearily, keeping her back against Sue's "i..."

"Plenty of cover in that spinny about five miles back," Sue continued. "We could have had a warm dinner..."

"I know, all right?"

"...and gotten a good night's - crap! Here one comes!"

They whirled, and Clara let fly with a fist-sized stone. It missed the harpy by inches but spouled the demon's aim. It pulled out of the dive, screaming in anger. Clara drew her mother's sword. "Right. Next time, I promise I'll listen! But for now, can we concentrate in killing these bitches?"

 

[Xanaphia]

Sue tried to concentrate on the battle, but it was hard to see where they were coming from. Hard to pull herself away from her anger. This was all Clara’s fault! Just because she was so eager to get back to her other lovers. Now they had to fight a group of flying succubi at night. Demons who had gotten the drop them, fighting on their terms, instead of terms that would have been advantageous to the paladins. EUGH! She wished the stupid demons would just carry off Clara, and leave her alone. Except Clara would probably sleep with them too, just like her mistress slept with the traitor.

Sue let out an angry swing as she swing at the diving demon, missing her attack in her fury. Sue wasn’t used to fighting so heatedly. Everything just made her so made right now! Clara, the demons, the other couple they were out here to save, even herself. Mad that she slept with Clara last night, and here they were, racing off to rescue the rest of her lovers. Dammit, Clara used her to keep her bed warm, and then ran off to find someone to keep her warm tonight.

Another succubus swooped low and hit Sue in the back. Her armor protected her form the laceration, but not form the strength of the blow, knock the air out of her.

---

“Thora,” Sigurd whispered, as they crouched low to get a look at what the commotion was. “It’s Clara! She is fighting the demons with another woman.”

“Another woman? It’s barely been a couple days and she already replaced me?” Thora growled, putting her armor back on.

“I think she is a paladin, too,” Sigurd tried explain, helping Thora with her armor, “We should help them.”

“I’ll help them! You’ll just get in the way, with your broken arm,” Thora snapped, irritably lacing up her boots. Sigurd stiffened, visibly hurt by his fiancée’s words.

“Don’t take your anger at Clara out on me!” Sigurd countered volume increasing, “I swear you care more about her than me!”

The fighting brought the attention of a succubus, who came in low to hack at Thora’s head. Sigurd pushed her down to the ground, covering his lover body with his own. Hope pounced then, catching the demon out of the air and latching onto it’s shoulder. The succubus struck back, hacking at the wolf pinning her down. Hope responded with a yelp, and renewed fury, ripping the other arm right off.

“Are you okay?” Sigurd asked, trying to get up with using her broken arm, or hurt Thora. Thora just nodded, suddenly embarrassed by her anger. Embarrassed, but unable to push it down or focus on the fight. She picked up her Warhammer, and helped Hope finish off the demon pinned beneath he mammoth wolf.

---

Clara cleaved at a harpy, who beat her wings back just in time for Clara’s swing to go wide. Goddess dammit, weren’t all the demons supposed to be dead? Did her and Lady Auri- Ari, did they kill them all when they took out Hydranes? Why were there still some left? And why did it have to be flying demons? Dammit, why didn’t they pack a bow and arrows? Why did Lady, errr, Justine have to use them all up? She helped kill Hydranes and yarost’cherev! How were these bitches making her look so foolish?

Another attack missed it mark and Sue went down. Dammit! They faced down a demon lord and lived! Would they really perish to these things? She couldn’t go down like this. She was the Avatar of Love and War! Lord Verrier’s betrothed! But the thought didn’t bring as much comfort as resentment. These weren’t her choices. Things forced on her by the Gods. She just wanted to live a normal life, like a normal teenaged girl. But the goddess called upon her to be a Paladin, and the dragon called upon her to be his mate. It wasn’t fair! What about what she wanted? Sue, Thora, Sigurd, Willam, Monsford. A simple life, as a human. Not as a dragon.

Another attack slashed as her back, ripping her armor in twain. Clara howled in rage now, fury overcoming her sense, and even her humanity, for the moment. Something burst from the wound, large leathery wings that were not unlike Verrier’s. Not unlike the dream she had, almost a week ago, when she dreamt Aurianna was a traitor, taking her to see Hydranes. There wasn’t time to question it, or be concerned. All Clara knew now was that the succubi didn’t stand a chance

 

[TheCorsair]

Sigurd hacked and stabbed at the harpy with his sword, putting his own increasing anger into each blow. Damn her! He was glad she was all right, but maybe it would have been better if Thora had gotten hurt. Take that attitude of hers down a peg or two. Make her remember that Clara[/] wasn't the only one she should be concerned with. Hell,he hadn't abandoned her less than a day after pledging himself to her...

Hope tore a chunk of flesh from the thoroughly dead harpy and swalliwed it. Moments later the dire wolf was retching it up, vomit splattering the mangled demon corpse. "Fuck!" Sigurd snapped. "Your fucking wolf just puked on me! Why the hell did we keep it, again?"

"She's been more use than you!" Thora snapped back. "She's still some use in a fight, even after getting hurt!"

Licking her chops, Hope suddenly stiffened. A low growl sounded as the great, shaggy head swung back and forth, sniffing.

"Some use?" Sigurd shouted back. "You'd be fucking dead right niw, if it wasn't for me and my - what the fuck?" The last happened as, with a snarl, Hope wheeled and bowled him iver as she launched herself across the rocky ground.

---

Sue pushed herself to her feet, gasping in a desperate effort to refill her lungs. Damn, but that had hurt. She looked around wildly, trying to spot the next attack, raising her sword with nerveless fingers as she did. And then she froze at a blood-chilling sound. An inhuman roar of anger, far more lije the deafening cries of the battling dragons than the shrieks and cries of the succubii.

Her heart seemed to stop when she realized where it had come from.

Clara.

She was in the air, carried aloft on great gold and ebony scaled leathery wings. They should have been terrifying, should have given the dark-haired Paladin a demonic look, but they didn't. Instead, Sue could only see a dread and terrible avatar of war in her friend - a figure of wrath and vengeance, with a naked blade that shone silver in the moonlight.

The moment was broken by a harpy, diving at her with a spear. She batted the shaft aside with her own sword and then lept, wrapping her arms around the succubus in a brutal parody of an embrace. The demon screamed in her face as its wings beat, lifting them both from the ground, and Sue tightened her grip with bone-cracking force. "You aren't getting away that easy this time!" she laughed, smashing her forehead into the succubus' nose.

 

[Xanaphia]

Sue and the succubus she was clenching went down, Paladin and demon hitting the ground at the same time. Sue was quicker to get up though, hacking at the wings of the harpy, ensuring a much closer fight this time around. The demon retaliated, slashing blindly with her spear, but Sue saw through the move, back stepping before stomping her boot on the shaft. The weapon cracked under the force, and the succubus stumbled back as her broken weapon broke free. Sue finished her with potent thrust through her heart.

As she sought out her next opponent, something whooshed in the darkness. Something big, moving quickly with a singular purpose. She readied herself for an attack she couldn’t quite see, but it ran past her, a massive wolf as big as a horse. Just like the one Clara had mentioned, before. But, where was it going? Looking up,
Clara seemed to have the rest of the rest of the harpies under control, so Sue followed the charging lupine.

---

“Hope!” Thora called, not too loud, out of fear of attracting more attention from the demons. It was little use, the wolf had a mind of her own. Once she and Sigurd were out of cover, they saw it, the great golden wings flapping into the starlit sky. The being wielded a broadsword, and stuck down the other demonesses with overwhelming power. Even in the dark of night, Thora knew who it was.

“Clara...” she whispered, looking upon her friend and lover with wide eyes. Anger had turned into horror, as the girl radiated rage out of every pore of her body. Before her was an amalgamation of both Verrier and Afodisia, a child born of their fury and burdens.

Sigurd caught up to Thora now, and witnessed the same thing, complete with the dismay at her awesome and terrible form. What had happened upon the mountain? And was it better, that Clara had left them behind?

---

Flying was breathtaking. Clara had a taste of it before, as she clung to Lord Verrier’s neck as he soared over his kingdom, but this was different. This was of her power, at her own direction. Now it was her turn to twist and dodge the incoming attacks, mocking her attackers all the while. She hacked one demon in half, watching as the diseased legs twitched as they fell to the ground. Another swiped at her, howling her rage at the draconic paladin. Deflecting the blow, Clara drove her shoulder into the demon, knocking her off balance before cleaving her torso in from shoulder to hip.

The last Harpy seemed to know this was the end, fleeing in the opposite direction to escape with her life. Clara would be damned if one of these bitches would get away, propelling herself forward with all the speed her great wings could muster. A two handed backswing took off the sucubus’ head, the body flying forward a few more feet before it’s death caught up with her. Surveying the surrounding around, she caught sight of Sue, following behind Hope, and Sigurd and Thora huddled into one another, just below.

 

[TheCorsair]

Clara touched down before Thora and Sigurd, wings furling against her back. The euphoria of battle still sang through her veins, but the expressions of her friends was... troubling. "What's wrong?" she asked, stepping towards them. Both flinched back, and she stopped. "It's me...". Before they could answer, there was a flicker of firelight and a crack like thunder A howling sound of agony followed on its heels, and Clara whipped her head around.

"Hope!" Thora shouted, alarm in her voice. She threw herself into headlong flight, racing in the direction of the wolf's cry. Gritting his teeth, Sigurd followed after. A moment later, Clara's wings spread wide and she hurled herself into the air in pursuit of her friends. "Sue..." she whispered, sudden dread closing her throat. "Sue!"

---

Chasing a huge wolf might not have been the stupidest thing she'd ever done, but it was close. Sue lept a large rock that the dire wolf bounded around, coming to a neat landing on the top just in time to see the wolf launch itself at something she didn't quite recognize. Something mummified looking, with skin like leather. Something that sang an atonal dirge that clawed at her mind and made thinking difficult.

Clara probably knew what it was. Clara knew everything, after all. Stupid bitch.

The demon sidestepped and lashed out, a line of fire lancing into the wolf's side. It stumbled and howled in pain and rage, and the sound momentarily cleared Sue's thoughts. The Dark Choir! No wonder she'd started seeing Clara for what a self-centered...

She shook her head. No! That was the Choir, not her! She wasn't weak, not like the others. Not like Clara's little bed-toys. She was a Paladin, damnit! Drawing her sword, she lept at the demon.

 

[Xanaphia]

Thora stopped in her tracks as she came upon the three demons, hurl infernal magic at her wolf. Taller than any man and as skinny as a skeleton, there was nothing natural about their countenance. Their skulls dripped with diseased pus and their skin was black like frostbite. Jaw opened impossibly wide, gleaming with row of jagged, broken teeth, maddening moaning seeping from their maws. Thora froze into the presence of their horrific visage, feeling her courage leave her.

It was the pained yelp of Hope that brought her out of her trembling, and the wrathful cry of a blonde girl, wielding a long sword and shield. Fingers gripped her warhammer, hammering it into the frail kneecap of the one which attacked Hope. Impossibly long arm and long claws returned the attack swiping across her torso and shredding her armor. Thora brought up another blow as the demon readied another attack, taking off the arm that attempted to strike. It’s remaining fingers crackled with green flame, discharging it towards her. Thora just dodged, cowering some as she began to doubt herself once more. Hope latched onto a leg, distracting the fiend just long enough for Thora to find her courage, and an opening, smashing her warhammer into its chest and splintering it’s ribs.

---

Sue blocked the unholy fire directed at her, bracing her shield and praying to the Goddess. This wasn’t nearly as terrifying as fighting Hydranes, or at least it shouldn’t have been, but when she faced down the demon lord, she had four Paladins at her side. And it was day time, which helps so much! Being able to see your enemy, track their movements and ready counter attacks, it all made all the difference.

Still, she was a Paladin! Lady Justine had said so. Killing demons was her duty; she couldn’t let something like darkness stand in the way of that. So Sue cleaved into her foe, her sword finding the bony, deformed thigh of the devil. It sent the demon down, but it wasn’t done fighting, swiping with its cruel claws. Sue couldn’t retrieve her sword from the bony outgrowth, so she abandoned it for the moment, grasping her shield with both hands. She rammed it into the demon, knocking it over. Sitting over the creature, Sue smashed her shield into its already cracked head, over and over again, black blood splattering all about. When its skull was no more than ebony mush, she yanked her word free, shards of femur broke along her sword. There was but one left.

---

Clara could see her friends fighting off the demons, Thora and Hope overcoming their demon with teamwork, and Sue, shattering hers with her shield. One remained, and clara wanted nothing more than to rip it open with her own hands.

Charging at it with great speed, the tackle into the tree behind it likely killed it.
Not good enough for Clara, as she dug furious finger into its ribcage, muscles bulging as she began to pull. Her effort were rewarded with a shower of viscera as murky heart and lungs escaped their infernal prison. She was painted in Black blood, standing over its corpse triumphantly, howling into the night.

“We won!” She screeched, turning to face her friends in celebration. But there was not cheer on their faces at they looked upon her. Only shock, and dread.

 

[TheCorsair]

All of them stared at... their friend? Their... lover? At... at the blood-splattered golden-winged figure of power and dread that had just torn a demon apart with bare hands. No, not hands. Talons. They could see the claws clearly in the moonlight. Clara stared back at them, the triumph in her eyes slowly fading as she took in their exoressions. She could see as clearly in the darkness as if it were noon, and the shock and terror on their faces was perfectly obvious.

"Sue," she said, managing to make her voice sound normal as she stepped forward. "Sigurd. Thora. It's... me. It's Clara." But they gave way before her, stepping back and watching her with fear in their eyes. "I'm still..." she whispered, pain and fear in her voice. "I... I'm still... still... me."

She raised a hand, seeing the talons caked with clotting black blood for the first time, eyes wide with shock as she turned them this way and that. She stopped when she saw her friends - the people she loved - had flinched back and raised their weapons. "I'm..." she whispered again, tears stinging her eyes, "i'm still... still..."

She couldn't finish. Her throat felt tight. Constricted. And her heart ached in her chest. And her tears blinded her to everything but the terror in their eyes. She threw her head back, giving voice to a roar of pain and rage, then sprwad her wings and threw herself into the air.

---

They stoid in silence for a long minute, watching the winged figure disappear into the darkness. Finally, Sigurd broke the silence.

"Well, shit." He sighed, and carefully sheathed his sword. "We really fucked that one up, didn't we?"

 

[Xanaphia]

Sue watched helplessly as Clara flew off, feeling her friend’s distress at their inability to understand her transformation. Clara flew towards the mountains, and it wasn’t long before they lost sight of her, their eyes much weaker in the darkness of night that Clara’s. With a sigh, Sue turned towards the couple.

“We have to follow her. She feels abandoned by us,” Sue insisted.

“She…abandoned us first,” Thora countered, still feeling the linger effect of the infernal words.

“Dammit, don’t you understand she did that for you!” Sue yelled at the older girl, frustrated by her insolence, “She was trying to spare you her fate, and you can’t even forgive her? Be thankful she loved you enough to sacrifice herself for you!”

Thora stiffened, the Paladin’s words obviously striking at a tender spot. “But...but…we promised! All of us! We…didn’t want her to be alone…”

“Then don’t let her be alone now,” Sue ordered, firm in her tone. Looking over at Sigurd, the teen aged couple nodded and turned towards the Paladin.

“Let’s go after her.”

---

They reached the base of the Mountain by daybreak, and eyes taking into the massive peaks of Fearfire.

“How will we find her?” Sue asked, unable to hold back the despair in her voice.

“We have Hope,” Thora explained, patting her direwolf.

“I don’t think hope is going to be enough,” Sue countered, missing Thora’s meaning.
“
The wolf is Hope, and she can track her scent. Assuming we can actually get wherever Clara landed.”

 

[TheCorsair]

Sigurd paused, resting his hands on his knees and breathing deeply. They'd been at this for two days now, following craggy trails and narrow switchbacks and even - once - scaling a cliff wall in an effort to follow the path that Hope indicated. That cliff, in particular, had been a bitch. They'd had to tie ropes around the dire wolf and drag a panicing half-ton predator up the wall. Good thing Sue had been along, because he and Thira would never have managed.

Sue had also been able to finish healing his broken arm. Fortunatly, it had turned out. Because they'd had to climb a fucking cliff.

"Come on!" Sue called from further up the trail. "I think Hope's picked up her scent again! Hurry up!"

"I'm gonna strangle her," Thora muttered, catching up. "Little Miss Chirpy Perky Bitch is gonna die."

Sigurd chuckled and shook his head. Thora loved the wild, but also loved sleeping late and creature comforts. Sue, on the other hand, sang cheerful songs at first light and talked endlessly about the vurtues of sleeping rough under the stars - as long as there were no flying demons about. "Be honest," he teased. "It's all going to end in hate fucking, isn't it?"

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Thora snapped back.

"Hell, yeah," Sigurd laughed, adjusting the straps of his pack. He fell in beside his fiancee, and together they crested the rise. Sue waved to them from a hundred yards up the trail, and Hope looed back to greet them.

"Up here!" Sue called. "I think we've found her!"

Glancing at each other, the two lovers broke into a jog. From where Sue stood they could see water tumbling down a cliff face, washing the trail away as it poured down to churn a stream into foam far down the slope. "Hope started getting excited near the fall," Sue explained. "And there's a cave mouth behind it, about twenty feet upslope."

Thora shaded her eyes and stared. "You're sure? Because I can't see..."

"Yeah," Sue assured her. "I'm sure."

Sigurd sighed. "You know what this means?"

"What?" Sue asked, at the same time as Thira's "That we've found her?"

"It means more fucking climbing."

 

[Xanaphia]

Clara huddled in her cave, despairing in her loneliness. She should have had many things to be happy about, and thankful for. Monsford had been saved, and while there were deaths and damage, they could rebuild, and move forward. Hydranes had been defeated, by her and Aurianna’s hands. She helped to defeat a demon lord! No one had done that before, no one had even known if such a thing were possible. Suddenly the ever encroaching threat of the demons was pushed back. The world could be cleansed of their presence. And more, she would be a paladin, as soon as she returned to Monsford. She, along with Sue, would be the youngest people graced with this honor.

She should be celebrating now! With Aunt Ingrud and Cousin Elsa, and Uncle Arthur. With Ari and Justine and hell, even the damn traitor Matthias. But after the way Sue Thora and Sigurd had looked at her, with her draconic wings and talons, she wasn’t sure she could ever go back. She wasn’t sure she could stand the horrified looks of her loved ones.

She thought for a moment that Aurianna would understand her. If her former mistress could look upon the demon traitor, and see the man hidden beneath the monster, perhaps she too would see that she was still the same Clara. But she wasn’t sure that was enough. Besides Aurianna and Matthias had a mind to start a life in the rebuilt Monsford, and Clara felt she would just be in the way.

Perhaps it was already time to take her place at Verrier’s side. It was destiny, even if it wasn’t something she had chosen for herself. She remember his embrace, with his lips pressed against hers in a deep kiss, and his hardness throbbing between his legs. But, dammit, he was the one who had done this to her! Isolating her from her friends and family, so he could keep her to himself. It wasn’t fair, he hadn’t even asked her before feeding her his blood, and setting in place the transformation. They were both so caught up in the moment…

Clara stiffened. There was movement, just outside her cave. Movement along the cliff, different form the wildlife that had made this place home. She could have the frightened yelps of a wolf, and she immediately recognized its source. Hope! She peered out from the cave, seeing Sue and Thora and Sigurd, climbing up, carrying Hope by ropes. Had they…had they come looking for her? Traveled all this way to find her? Even risked their lives trying to climb with a wolf in tow? The sight of them, coming to see her warmed her heart. They did still care about her.

“Sue! Thora! Sigurd!” She called out, taking to the air once more to meet them on the cliff face. Hope tried to jump to her, the massive wolf nearly loosening herself from the ropes she was bound by. With Clara’s help the three climbed the rest of the way up , and took refuge in her cave, once more. “What are you doing here?” Clara asked, restraining the hope that they were looking for her.

“We are looking for you,” Thora insisted, taking Clara into her arms now. The warm embrace washed away the frustration and regret that had built between the girls since Clara had left them behind on the way to Verrier. “I, no we are so sorry about how we reacted. You are still our Clara, no matter what.”

“I’m sorry I left you guys behind! I just didn’t want you to follow me into possible death when you both had so much to live for,” Clara explained, eyes wet with tears. Once Thora released her, Sigurd took her into his arms next, and Clara was happy to see his arm had healed.

“I know you were just trying to keep all the glory of saving Monsford to yourself, “ he teased, kissing her forehead. “So, what happened with Verrier? We saw him leave and return, and your friend Sue filled us in on what happened with Monsford, but there has got to be more to it than that. Especially considering this…” he motioned to her wings, which made her blush.

So once more, she relayed the tale meeting Verrier, finding out that she was the Avatar of Afodisia, and was sworn to Verrier in that regard. And, going a step further, she told them about Verrier’s blood, and how it would transform her into a dragon, in time.

“So, it was Verrier power that gave you your wings?” Thora asked, piecing together what happened.

“Well, somewhat, yes. But It was the rage I felt, formt eh dark choir that made me transform into…this,” Clara explained, resigning herself to a life as a half dragon, for the time being.

“Rage?” Thora picked up the word, before gasping in understanding “It’s Verrier’s presence! It can be reversed!” Her friend insisted now, coming closer to Clara. Just like when they tamed Hope, Thora spoke the word, the presence of Afodisia soothing the rages of Verrier gift. Before everyone’s eyes, Clara’s wings retracted, and her hand became human once more. Clara couldn’t help the joyful tears that fell down her face, as she held Thora close to her.

“Thank you.”

 

[TheCorsair]

"So..." Sigurd said slowly, "if you get angry, you turn into a dragon?"

"I... think so," Clara said, still holding Thora.

"What you're saying, then, is that we best not be forgetting your birthday?" Sigurd grinned broadly, then ducked back behind Thora when the dark-haired Paladin threw a semi-playful punch in his direction. "Save me!" he yelped, still grinning. "She's mean!"

"Mean?" Thora echoed, rolling her eyes. "I should hold you down for her."

"Promises, promises," Sigurd laughed. Really, it hadn't been all that funny. But somehow, his laughter proved contagious. Thora snorted, and then Clara snickered, and soon everyone was laughing so hard their sides hurt. Everyone but Sue, that is. The blonde Paladin's face clouded as she turned away, and then she sank down on the floor and stared out the cave mouth through the water rushing past.

"Sue," Clara said, noticing. She drew a deep breath and walked over to sit next to her friend. "What's wrong?"

"Oh, nothing," Sue sighed, leaning against the cave wall. "Just giving everyone some privacy, that's all."

Clara draped an arm around her friend. Sue resisted for a moment, then leaned against her. "Sue..." she murmured, "I..."

"You have your lovers back, Clara," Sue sniffed. "You don't..."

"Is that what you're moping about?" Clara interrupted. She nudged the side of Sue's head with her forehead, then reached up and turned her face when Sue resisted. "I went after them because they weren't back yet, Sue. If they had been in Monsford, and you were still out here, then..."

"Then you'd have left her behind while you finished climbing the mountain, Clara?" Thora asked, joining them. "Or would you have let her go with you, because she's a Paladin, too?"

"She was trying to protect you!" Sue barked, coming to Clara's defense. "She..."

"She left us!" Thora shouted back. "We promised we'd go with her, and she left us behind!"

"The dragon would have killed you!" Sue shouted back.

"It was our decision!" Thora raged. "Not hers!"

"Listen, you..."

Water sluiced across both of them, shockingly cold and unexpected. Clara scrambled backwards, still drenched from the near miss and looking startled. All eyes turned to the cave mouth, where Sigurd stood with Clara's shield. Water still dripped from the rim. He rolled his eyes. "Ladies," he sighed. "Be honest. Would either of you have done anything different, in Clara's place."

"I... that is..." "Yes! I'd... uhm..." The two women glared at each other, then sighed and relaxed. "No, I guess not," Thora admitted. "No," Sue mumbled. Clara, meanwhile, clapped a hand over her mouth and tried to stifle a sudden fit of giggles.

"Great," Sigurd said. "No maybe you should stop squabbling with each other."

Thora pursed her lips, nodding in thought. "True. Hey, Sue?"

"Yes?" the blonde Paladin asked.

"Wanna help me throw him off the cliff?"

 

[Xanaphia]

Sigurd’s actions had distracted the women from fighting, and even united them against him, as Thora caught him, Clara and Sue carried him over to the waterfall to drench him. Now all four of them were soaking wet, and had little choice but to strip out of their armor and clothing. There was sunlight yet in the day, and they could lie on the sun heated rocks nude while their clothing dried off, a thought that Clara found particularly intriguing.

So it was little surprise that she was nude first. Afterall, everyone here had seen her in varying states of dress and undress, and had shown their appreciation of her athletic figure. Thora and Sigurd followed soon after, to leave only the shivering Sue with clothing on still. At first she was feeling uncomfortable getting nude in front of new people, But then she saw the way Thora cuddled up to Sigurd, kissing him as his hands wandered her curvy form, and she felt embarrassed. So, trying not to look, while also trying not to make it look like she was trying not to look just made the whole thing awkward. So She turned away from them, feeling her face grew red from their display.

“What are you doing?” Clara’s voice came from behind her, tugging at the lacing of her armor, “You are going to get sick if you stay in your clothes.” Clara’s deft fingers had worked Sue out of her armor, and it didn’t take much from there to slip her tunic over her head.

“I’m sorry if I am not so comfortable being nude in front of your lovers,” Sue countered, before shuddering against Clara’s hot breath brushing the back of her neck. In the background she could hear Thora’s soft moans, and while she was curious as to their cause, she couldn’t actually bring herself to look, could she? Not that it mattered, as Clara distracted her by bringing her hands around her waist to unbuckle her belt.

“They could be your lovers too. We are all young, no need to tie ourselves down to one person,” Clara offered, as her soft breasts pressed into Sue’s back. Clara kissed her shoulder, as gravity pulled down Sue’s breeches. One of Clara’s hands cupped her breast while the other caressed her stomach, and soon sue was moaning too, lost to the pleasure of Clara’s mouth and fingers.

Thora lied on her back as Sigurd slid over her, bringing his mouth over to her breasts, licking and sucking in tender worship. He palmed the other, teasing the nipple between thumb and forefinger, in time with Thora’s cries of delight. Thora watched Clara undress Sue with sensual kisses with a bit of jealousy, but it was hard to feel too jealous as Sigurd savored her breasts lovingly. So she arched her back into her fiancé’s mouth, and spreading herself, as if asking him to move his hand down lower. He caught on to her body language, finding her wetness with eager fingers, slipping into her depths as he switched breasts.

 

[TheCorsair]

"But that's... that's..." Sue gasped, lost in the pleasure of Clara's naked body pressed against her back and her fingers caressing her body. She wasn't sure what she was trying to say. That's wrong? That's a good idea? That's hot as hell? And then she lost her train of thought as Clara nipped the back of her neck.

Biting gently at her shoulder, Clara turned Sue so she could get a good look at Sigurd and Thora. His mouth was on her breast and two fingers were buried in her snatch, glistening wetly as they plunged in and out. One of Thora's hands tangled in Sigurd's hair and the other cupped her lonely breast, pinching the nipple Sigurd left unattended. Eyes shut tight, she made a whimpering, keening sound of pleasure.

Sue's eyes went wide at the sight. "We serve Afodisia," Clara murmured, breath hot in Sue's ear. Her fingers parted Sue's slick lips and found her clit, stroking it gently. "War and love, in all it's forms." She grinned as Sue leaned back heavily against her, parting her legs to give her more access. "And Goddess you feel good..."

Sue gasped, eyes closing involuntarily as Clara's fingers filled her. When she opened them, she found herself staring into Thora's green eyes as the other woman stared at her. Then Thora smiled and licked her lips. "Sigurd," she husked, dragging him up and kissing him thoroughly. "Make me cum. I want..." she gasped, arching her body into his hand. "I... want Sue... to see... se me... cum..."

Sue smiled at that, then slid her hands down her body and over the hand that currently strojed and filled her cunt. "Clara..." she moaned, still looking into Thora's eyes. "Please... make me... please... fuck me..."