Nyrielle had fed recently enough that the only hunger in her midnight eyes was the deep desire to feel Ashlynnâs warmth wrapping around every inch of her body. So when her darling began fumbling with the laces of her corset in her own haste to be free of the clothing that kept them apart, Nyrielleâs deft fingers quickly came to the rescue.
"I see youâre ready for your second gift already," Nyrielle said softly in a voice that was thick and heavy with desire. "Let me help you first so that you can take your time unwrapping me," she purred as she leaned in close enough to whisper directly into Ashlynnâs ear.
For a moment, the only sound in the room was the soft whisper of laces pulling free or the brush of silks against each other as Nyrielle removed each layer of Ashlynnâs outfit until nothing covered Ashlynnâs body but the faint pink blush of desire on her soft, pale skin.
Gently, with a touch so feather-light that Ashlynnâs body twitched in anticipation, Nyrielle ran her fingers along her darlingâs voluptuous figure. She started with her delicate, arched feet before tracing her way along the toned calves and firm, lush thighs of a noblewoman turned swordswoman, feeling the strength that lay beneath the softness as proof of her darlingâs hard work since she arrived in the Vale of Mists.
"Mmmmm," Ashlynn moaned softly as she bit her lip and shivered in anticipation when Nyrielleâs touch passed over the tree-shaped mark on her hip. Her loverâs fingers glided along the crest of her wide-set hips before descending to swirl around the delicate hollow of her belly button, teasing her when Nyrielleâs fingers dipped briefly lower, hovering just above the entrance of her secret garden before gliding along the crease where Ashlynnâs thigh and hip met and resuming their journey upward.
Once again, Nyrielle marveled at the faintly visible contours of the muscles of Ashlynnâs abdomen, not prominent enough to be individually countable but still standing out proudly as the young witch squirmed beneath her gentle touch. Then firm muscles gave way to the greatest softness as Nyrielle cupped her hands around the swell of Ashlynnâs breasts, lifting ever so slightly to feel the weight of her loverâs full bust and kneading them ever so gently.
"Ahhh," Ashlynn cried out as Nyrielleâs cool fingers passed over the tips of her proud, pink nipples as her lover leaned in closer, spilling her dark, silky hair across Ashlynnâs chest as she brought her tongue ever so briefly in contact with the pink buds atop Ashlynnâs snowy breasts, savoring her taste before pricking the left one ever so gently with her fangs.
Yet despite the use of her fangs, Nyrielle didnât spill so much as a drop of blood as she worked her way higher, tracing her tongue along the strong pulse in Ashlynnâs neck that grew faster and faster as her darlingâs heart raced before their lips met at last.
The world around them fell away as Ashlynn moved at last, wrapping her arms and legs around Nyrielle as she pulled her lover closer for a deep, passionate kiss that sent shivers down her spine and stoked the fires in her loins.
The kiss stretched out from one heartbeat to the next as each woman savored the taste and touch of the other. The heat of desire rose in each of them as their tongues danced across each other until a sharp prick caught Ashlynnâs lower lip and added the faint, metallic taste of a few drops of spilled blood, and a sudden rush of thought-erasing pleasure washed over them like a warm wave cresting under the summer sun.
"Not too much," Ashlynn whispered as she pulled back from the kiss, licking her lush lips and gazing at Nyrielle with emerald eyes that burned with passion and barely restrained desire.
"I havenât even unwrapped my second gift yet," she teased as her hands roamed over the silk of Nyrielleâs dark robe, feeling her loverâs body through the fabric as her hands sought the knot of the dark red sash at her loverâs waist that kept her loverâs perfect body concealed from sight.
Ashlynnâs heartbeat quickened in her chest as she gave the red sash a sharp tug, releasing the knot and parting her loverâs dark robe at last. What she saw beneath the robe, however, wasnât the pure, alabaster flesh of her loverâs body, or at least, it wasnât just that. Rather, Nyrielle had tied herself up like a gift, winding a wide, wine-dark strip of crimson fabric around her pert bust and across her slender hips before tying each with an artful bow.
"I told you that you would have to unwrap your gift," Nyrielle said as she shifted on the bed, displaying her sensual curves to Ashlynn and drinking in the feeling of the echo of her loverâs racing heart beating within her chest.
This moment of want, the intense feeling of desiring and being desired, was more intoxicating than anything the most potent blood or strongest wine either woman had ever consumed. It stretched between them as Ashlynnâs breath caught in her chest and her eyes drank in the sight of her loverâs pale, alabaster flesh against the dark black blankets covering the bed and the crimson bows that sang a siren song her fingers could barely resist.
"You are the best gift a woman could ever ask for," Ashlynn said as she imitated Nyrielleâs previous actions, tracing her fingers lightly over her loverâs slender, exposed midriff, swirling around the hollow of her navel before wandering higher, dancing along the edge of the crimson silk that kept her loverâs pert bust from view.
"You are everything I desire," Ashlynn whispered as she moved closer, sliding her hands up under the silk ribbon to cup her loverâs breasts, relishing in the feeling of her hands becoming trapped against her loverâs skin as she felt Nyrielleâs firm nipples beneath her palms.
"You are all that I could have ever asked for," she breathed as she slid her hands around her loverâs body, leaving them trapped by the ribbon as she caressed Nyrielleâs shoulder blades before pulling her into another deep, passionate kiss.
"You are the greatest gift I could ever dream of," Ashlynn whispered in a ragged, breathless tone when their lips finally parted. "And I will never let you go."
"I am yours forever, my darling," Nyrielle said, just as breathless as Ashlynn was after the intense kiss that she felt all the way from her soft lips to the tips of her toes. "From the moment we met until the end of days, I will always be yours," she breathed.
"You are mine," Ashlynn agreed as she tugged on the bow that secured the ribbon around Nyrielleâs chest, untying it in a single, smooth motion and pulling it aside to reveal the beauty of her loverâs unadorned body.
"And I am eternally yours," she added as she lowered herself down, savoring the feeling of their chests pressed up against each other as two hearts beat as one in the soft glow of the candlelight. "Now, and until the end of time," she breathed before their lips met again and their passions consumed the night...