Pegasus Nights
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+A through F › Fire Emblem (all)
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
9,333
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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Sacred Stones
Sacred Stones - Vanessa/Syrene
"Hmm, not bad," said Syrene. "You're really improving."
Vanessa got to her feet and picked her sword up from the grass. "Am I?" she said.
"For someone who has started learning swordplay only recently, certainly."
"I'm not sure that was a compliment."
Syrene smiled. "It was. Trust me."
Vanessa sheathed her sword. "The light's fading. We'd better call it a day."
"I suppose we should. We'll need to be well rested for tomorrow."
"Ah, yes, about that," said Vanessa. "Would you mind if I slept in your tent tonight?"
Syrene couldn't hide the flicker of surprise. "Of course, if you wish. But I thought you and your young man..."
Vanessa ran a hand through her hair. "It's working out, I think, but... he doesn't make me feel safe like you do. And since we'll be heading into Darkling Woods tomorrow, well..."
"I understand," said Syrene.
Syrene let her younger sister lead the way back to her tent. What she... what they were about to do was probably a bad thing, but no matter how she tried, Syrene couldn't bring herself to think of it like that. They'd never had much growing up, but they always had each other. They had always shared everything and as they grew up further had started sharing things that perhaps sisters ought not to share. Her first kiss had been with Vanessa, the first lover to hold her in her arms as she slept had been Vanessa, the name on her lips as she screamed with pleasure for the first time had been Vanessa's.
Vanessa was in love with another man. Syrene knew that and accepted it. Even the fact that, unlike herself, Vanessa had never shown any interest in other women had not surprised her. Under normal circumstances, the bond they shared would never have been forged. But the bond had been forged and Syrene was glad of it.
Silently, the two entered Syrene's tent. Vanessa began undoing her armour almost immediately. She wasn't being quick or eager, nor was she even trying to be seductive. She was just undoing her armour as she had done countless times before. Still, the sight of her sister's body slowly being exposed to her aroused Syrene as it always had. As soon as Vanessa had shed her last bit of clothing, the still fully armoured Syrene stepped close to her and kissed her.
Soft and gentle, it lasted maybe a minute. When they broke, Vanessa simply had to glance at Syrene once to convey everything she wanted to say, everything she felt. Syrene smiled, nodded and carefully pushed her sister down onto the blankets of her mattress. Lying down herself, Syrene carefully pushed one leg aside, looked at her glistening sister and kissed her.
A soft whimper escaped Vanessa's lips in response to her sister's lapping. Syrene always enjoyed drinking her sister's juices. Not so much because of the taste, but simply as proof that her sister was feeling good and she was the cause of it. That knowledge alone was sometimes enough for Syrene.
Syrene let her lapping tongue slowly move ever so slightly upwards until she could hear her sister sharply inhale. She took a moment to smile to herself, then let the tip of her tongue play with Vanessa's clit. Vanessa gripped the blanket tightly, her arousal flowing. Syrene circled the young woman's clit calmly before going down and drink from her again.
For a moment, the taste and smell of her sister overwhelmed Syrene and she froze with arousal. She was wet herself, incredibly so, her whole body felt as if on holy fire and her heart soared. She always felt such joy when her sister was so obviously experiencing pleasure. For Syrene it was perhaps the most beautiful feeling in the world.
Remembering herself, Syrene delicately put her lips around her sister's clit and sucked ever so lightly. Not nearly enough to cause her any kind of pain, but more than enough to be felt. Flicking it with her tongue, Vanessa body flew out of her control. Writhing, shuddering, sweating, grinding, it was expertly driven to heights unimaginable.
"S- Syrene..."
And then, suddenly, total relaxation. Vanessa's breathing became slow and steady. Syrene moved to lie next to her sister and regarded her peaceful form with a smile on her face. True, her body still longed for Vanessa's touch, but some things were simply far more precious.
Vanessa always slept better when her sister was around.
"Hmm, not bad," said Syrene. "You're really improving."
Vanessa got to her feet and picked her sword up from the grass. "Am I?" she said.
"For someone who has started learning swordplay only recently, certainly."
"I'm not sure that was a compliment."
Syrene smiled. "It was. Trust me."
Vanessa sheathed her sword. "The light's fading. We'd better call it a day."
"I suppose we should. We'll need to be well rested for tomorrow."
"Ah, yes, about that," said Vanessa. "Would you mind if I slept in your tent tonight?"
Syrene couldn't hide the flicker of surprise. "Of course, if you wish. But I thought you and your young man..."
Vanessa ran a hand through her hair. "It's working out, I think, but... he doesn't make me feel safe like you do. And since we'll be heading into Darkling Woods tomorrow, well..."
"I understand," said Syrene.
Syrene let her younger sister lead the way back to her tent. What she... what they were about to do was probably a bad thing, but no matter how she tried, Syrene couldn't bring herself to think of it like that. They'd never had much growing up, but they always had each other. They had always shared everything and as they grew up further had started sharing things that perhaps sisters ought not to share. Her first kiss had been with Vanessa, the first lover to hold her in her arms as she slept had been Vanessa, the name on her lips as she screamed with pleasure for the first time had been Vanessa's.
Vanessa was in love with another man. Syrene knew that and accepted it. Even the fact that, unlike herself, Vanessa had never shown any interest in other women had not surprised her. Under normal circumstances, the bond they shared would never have been forged. But the bond had been forged and Syrene was glad of it.
Silently, the two entered Syrene's tent. Vanessa began undoing her armour almost immediately. She wasn't being quick or eager, nor was she even trying to be seductive. She was just undoing her armour as she had done countless times before. Still, the sight of her sister's body slowly being exposed to her aroused Syrene as it always had. As soon as Vanessa had shed her last bit of clothing, the still fully armoured Syrene stepped close to her and kissed her.
Soft and gentle, it lasted maybe a minute. When they broke, Vanessa simply had to glance at Syrene once to convey everything she wanted to say, everything she felt. Syrene smiled, nodded and carefully pushed her sister down onto the blankets of her mattress. Lying down herself, Syrene carefully pushed one leg aside, looked at her glistening sister and kissed her.
A soft whimper escaped Vanessa's lips in response to her sister's lapping. Syrene always enjoyed drinking her sister's juices. Not so much because of the taste, but simply as proof that her sister was feeling good and she was the cause of it. That knowledge alone was sometimes enough for Syrene.
Syrene let her lapping tongue slowly move ever so slightly upwards until she could hear her sister sharply inhale. She took a moment to smile to herself, then let the tip of her tongue play with Vanessa's clit. Vanessa gripped the blanket tightly, her arousal flowing. Syrene circled the young woman's clit calmly before going down and drink from her again.
For a moment, the taste and smell of her sister overwhelmed Syrene and she froze with arousal. She was wet herself, incredibly so, her whole body felt as if on holy fire and her heart soared. She always felt such joy when her sister was so obviously experiencing pleasure. For Syrene it was perhaps the most beautiful feeling in the world.
Remembering herself, Syrene delicately put her lips around her sister's clit and sucked ever so lightly. Not nearly enough to cause her any kind of pain, but more than enough to be felt. Flicking it with her tongue, Vanessa body flew out of her control. Writhing, shuddering, sweating, grinding, it was expertly driven to heights unimaginable.
"S- Syrene..."
And then, suddenly, total relaxation. Vanessa's breathing became slow and steady. Syrene moved to lie next to her sister and regarded her peaceful form with a smile on her face. True, her body still longed for Vanessa's touch, but some things were simply far more precious.
Vanessa always slept better when her sister was around.