Thief

Night once again blanketed the tranquil encampment of the Hawk Army. All was black; the innumerable stars offered no clarity in the realm of the earth. The worldly significance of anything within the environment was masked, and shadow gave birth to shadow. The only sound was the dull rustle of the vapid night breeze stumbling into the canvas tents. It was the only sound indeed, despite someone stirring. One soul was able to fuse seamlessly with the dark in the name of stealth.

This was their true cloak, and their footsteps embodied silence. A psychic knowledge of the mission at hand floated the human ghost through the camp and drew them ever closer to the destination they sought. They needed not to see. The night’s blankness could not fool them. They were part of the night, and the night was part of them. Their birthright was to glide deftly in shade. It was this inherent shroud of void that made them worthy of the title, “Whisper”.

Ever the poor sleeper, a humble farm girl sat awake in her tent, kept company by only a lantern. The formidable lance and monolithic shield of the Sentinel lie in a corner, leaving behind a young lady that was as quaint and pretty as she was strong. Her exerted body had been relieved of its many aches and sprains under Queen Elincia’s staff. She could finally take her moments of peace and quiet for herself.

Sitting in a chair facing the back of the tent, she tried to straighten her hair. Daily toil had robbed it of being kempt. For lack of a comb, she solemnly ran her fingers through the green strands in hope for the pleasant locks that every girl should be entitled to. Thoughts of the other soldiers resting wearily in the other tents drifted through her head as she whittled at the mundane task in her time alone.

Her lips loosed a windy gasp as she was abruptly wrapped in two skillful arms. An unseen face materialized next to her ear, the dark but very warm voice that belonged to it easily recognizable. It greeted her in a singsong tone. “Guess whooo?” She let out a deep sigh of relief, answering in the low voice and thick accent that she cared for so little.

“Heather! Y-you scared the daylights out of me. Ye don’ have to go sneakin’ up on yer acquaintances like that!” She could feel the Whisper’s beautiful smile from behind as it returned the talk. “Come now, is that how to greet a friend?” As if to show her how, a line of firm kisses pecked up the side of her cheek. Aiming for politeness, the farm girl could only turn her face away bashfully in reception.

“Aww, Heather…th-that’s awful nice.” Nothing strange of it crossed her mind. She relaxed her neck as her visitor rested their head on her shoulder casually. “I needed to see how my Nephenee’s doing. What’s a little girl doing up so late? She needs her beauty sleep.” Delighted with the friendly conversation, she explained with partial honesty.

“Oh, I was just figurin’ I’d take it easy in this seat here, since I sleep none too well.” Surprised, the visitor’s voice hummed in sympathy, but, giggling, she refuted the story playfully. She straightened up and took some of Nephenee’s hair between her dexterous fingers. “You were trying to fix your hair, weren’t you? How are you going to do that without a comb, hm?”

She did not answer and waited for Heather to continue. The woman practically whined as she examined a strange viridescent tress more closely. “You have such pretty hair! It just breaks me up. I insist you let me fix it for you.” Predictably, Nephenee’s instinct was to politely decline the gesture. “Hnnaw, that’s fine, but thank ye kindly.” She thought gladly of that decision upon hearing a sharp mechanical flick from behind.

Considering her friend’s trade, she may have intended to tailor it with a knife of some sort. But each of her body’s muscles relaxed; the soothing teeth of a nifty folding comb massaged her scalp with a gentle scrape before running down to guide the ornery strands of hair into line. “Nonsense…” the cheerful thief responded. “Didn’t you ever do this with the other girls back in your village? I used to love making my friends all primped.”

The young lady felt badly about her misunderstanding, however minor. She did not want to argue with the favor. In actuality, Nephenee was glad to finally have this attention paid to her hair in more privacy. The farm girl enjoyed feeling presentable once in a while, but the attention never felt right around so many of her peers at home. Regarding her appearance she often recalled having to tell Calill some years ago that she “ain’t really a makeup kind of gal.” She answered the friendly question gratefully. “N-no…my friends would do that and all, but I never paid mind to groomin’ much.” This was met with a “tsk” from her new stylist. “I don’t get it, Nephee. I’ve always wanted to see you dolled up.” Her host blushed, searching for words.

Letting no silence go unnoticed, Heather picked up. “Is something up?” The young lady in the chair startled slightly at realizing that she had not answered. “Oh, ain’t nothin’ wrong! I just reckon no one’s called me ‘Nephee’ before.” A nickname indeed made her feel closer to her friend, but she buried the fact that she thought deeply about implications of someone finding her attractive. Why did she seem to attract attention from elegant blondes?

A giggle came from behind. “Ah! I didn’t even notice. The cutest nickname for the cutest girl. But if you don’t like that, I’ll stop.” Nephenee scrambled to convey acceptance; she hated the idea of disagreeing with such a fond gesture. “That ain’t it! I like it. I like it just fine.” Calm came to her when she heard a chuckle in agreement. “Okay,” Heather chirped as she continued to work at the tangles.

Her comb moved with great skill. It would stroke gently through the colorful hair, stopping to unsnarl each knot with brisk tugging motions. A hand holding above the roots served to mediate pressure on the scalp. This was done diligently and with care to break not one strand. The groomer made sure to keep her project occupied with a chat, having sensed that commenting on her beauty made her withdraw. It was true that she perceived a whole new side of Nephenee. She was confident that she was the only one outside the girl’s village to see her without armor. The Whisper wanted to take this in while she could.

“So what’s the story behind that orange ascot you wear? You’ve even taken off that awful helmet, but you always have the ascot on.” The simple girl had no problem sharing this with her friend. “Oh, this old thing? It’s actually my Gramma’s. I’ve been wearin’ it ever since she passed when I was a wee lass. This way I feel like she’s with me all the time.” Heather tried to avoid thinking about it to resist tears, but failed. Fortunately for her, she went undetected for the second time that night. “I’m sorry to hear that. But that’s very mature of you.” She looked to reach a brighter note.

“I thought it might be for a boy back home.” It took a few seconds to realize what was said. “Gosh no! It ain’t nothin’ like that.” The thief tilted her head, keeping up the combing. “No handsome young man to come home to? Really?” Nephenee feebly tried to divert the subject. “Just my three lil’ brothers.” She heard muffled laughter as if from a gossiping little girl. She was sure that if they were facing each other, she would’ve received a wheedling look out of the corner of an eye.

“Nephee, come on now. You can tell me.” The answer came with unwitting intensity and her guest hung attentively on each pause. “Heather, I ain’t lyin’, honest!...I’ll tell ya the truth…the guys from my village could be nice to talk with and all, but I never really looked at ‘em that way…they’re kind of…borin’.” Now her audience was interested.

“The boys were boring?” The curious response came. “That doesn’t sound like a very fun village.” This caused the young lady to weigh her description. “I never thought of it this way…but it ain’t like I’ve had my eye on one or the other.” The thief beamed. “It must have been annoying for you anyway. You probably had your own fan club.” Quietly, Nephenee reached up to scratch at her neck, for it was burning with a blush once more.

Her friend easily noticed and stifled one of her amiable laughs. “Gee…Y-you’re embarrassin’ me again.” the host mumbled. Heather lapped these words up, but opted to let the poor girl off the hook for the moment. There was something else to be excited about. “All done!” she announced as she stowed her comb. That hair suddenly felt much lighter on the head. The groomed one could not resist moving a hand up to pat at it. It was a novel feeling; the crispy knots all over her head had been replaced with a comfortable curtain of smooth, soft locks. “Was that so bad?” the voice piped up from behind. “It’s even prettier than before.” She spoke fittingly: it looked almost mystical, the strands each resembling divinely linear vines that decorated the walls of some ancient garden.

The young soldier jumped at the opportunity for thanks. “Thank ye so much. It’s so smooth now – no one’s ever done that for this lil’ country gal.” The Whisper allowed herself another chuckle. Nephenee’s rustic mannerisms would never cease to charm her. “Don’t hurt yourself, now.” she joked, intending to present an issue more interesting to herself. “I brought you something.”

She used this suspense to cover her excitement about seeing the young lady without her helmet for the first time. Her stiletto boots stalked around the chair to gain a view. Why did she always hide within the helmet? It seemed to raise ambiguity about the space between her eyes. Did she feel they were too far apart? Or was it to block some unsightly blemish? Perhaps it was not that simple. She may have sustained a facial injury on her parents’ farm, and was rightfully embarrassed by it. Regardless, this was a chance to learn. The thief’s heart raced as she turned to finally look upon her familiar unmasked. She was prepared to offer comfort in case of her withdrawal, but there was nothing wrong.

The girl looked up at her from the chair, revealing a staggeringly handsome face. Heather bent her wrist and brought her fingertips to her chest as she often did. A look of admiration crept over her. She was met with the gaze of two scintillating emerald eyes above two alluring lips that were kept closed out of manners, but also shyness. The sight possessed a well-rounded beauty that was oddly captivating on such a coy girl. It was easily described as perfect. Nephenee obviously wore the helmet because she would have felt uncomfortable receiving inevitable attention from every male soldier.

Before giving a comment that was itching in the back of her throat, the blonde followed through, reaching into one of her mysterious waist pouches. She produced the finishing touch: a lovely white flower, which she proceeded to fasten into her young friend’s newly tidied hair. The job it did of accenting her already riveting face was surreal. “Hello, beautiful.” the suave thief crooned with a smile. The seated one blushed the deepest she ever had, but could not avert her eyes from her guest’s fond gaze.

Heather finally decided that how adorable Nephenee was while staring up at her was unbearable. And so she seated herself, draping her legs affectionately over the girl’s lap. It was uncomfortable for neither of them; the thief had a light frame, all the better for her job. Her companion was still surprised at the behavior. “Heather, you’re spoilin’ me.” she puled. What ensued made her mind reel. The shadowy voice wafted near her face. “Princesses can never be spoiled enough.” Before listening to another one of her characteristic bashful remarks, she silenced her with another kiss…to her lips this time.

The kiss was so heated and pleasant that not even the shy farm girl considered flinching or breaking it. Her heart fluttered. Heather went for a mild kiss to be safe. They sat, one atop the other, with the cloaked woman pressing her warm affection into the many sweet nerves that lined the edges of Nephenee’s mouth. Their lips clung there for a long time as if out of adhesiveness, and she would periodically feel the tickle of the other woman sucking in a gentle breath.

The other woman. The green-haired maiden never saw this coming, and yet no matter how strange it seemed it felt more than acceptable. Heather had always been wonderful to have as a friend. She brimmed with kindness and was always there to talk to – if only for her favorite girl. That was correct! She felt quite oblivious. It had always been apparent that the recruit favored women, all but ignoring the men she encountered, yet frequently socializing with female soldiers. But she spent the most attention on the “sweet little country girl” she claimed irresistible upon their first meeting.

From the day she agreed to help quell the rural rebellion, she was ever at Nephenee’s side. She followed her along with a strange merchant caravan to an “Ike” that she did not know personally. When forces split again she insisted upon siding with the Hawk army under a frightening laguz king. Nephenee had thought that she wanted this for the presence of the glamorous Queen Elincia. The truth was that she desired the company of her precious “Nephee”. It should have been all too apparent that the gorgeous thief was smitten with her, but such hints were lost on a country girl. With one savory kiss all of this dawned on the young lady with great impact.

The epiphany served to pacify her from the vivid tingle that snaked across her face. Her unearthly green beacons reopened as counterparts to her friend’s entrancing blue ones after the kiss was at last broken with a tiny smack. They shone to one another for an eternity. Not in confusion nor hope, but in mirth. Nephenee did not understand what it was to hold feelings for another of the same sex, or for the opposite, for that matter. But the aura she felt from the body touching hers and the face that communicated nothing but adoration explained to her the magnitude.

Having seldom given natural thought to romance left her no opportunities to be scrupulous about it, and a lifetime of farm labor had molded her into a responsible and mature young lady who was well aware of what she wanted. The now unattractive fact that she had never imagined herself with a woman could now be cast aside simply because she had no qualms about making her friend happy.

Nephenee then brought herself to do something she never did on her own in order to show this: she smiled. It quivered in timidity, but it was there. The increasingly captivating woman on her lap returned the favor before letting her temple flop against a supporting shoulder close by. The faint lantern flame somewhere in the otherwise dark tent set a cozy mood as she spoke. “Nephee. I knew you wouldn’t be mad.”

The only listener was eager to refute the idea after the silence. “Why ever would I be cross with you?” This established, she reached for the deeper aspects of the subject. “ I-I just didn’t know. I’m terrible sorry.” Frankly, the farm girl felt ill prepared for all responses, from a return question of mixed emotion to a tearful profession. The jolly thief straightened her head to meet her confidant with a kittenish smile on her lips. “Don’t be sorry. Just make it up to me, and I’ll make it up to you.”

No immediate clarification as to what this meant was offered. Instead, as if attempting to fuel any curiosity, Heather took the liberty of painting another kiss upon her green friend. This one could be more overt with her diminishing reservations. She quickly met her lips again with new excitement once she had allowed her several seconds to think. The soldier had something more that she wanted to say in mind, but expressing it at the moment was impossible.

She tasted the very passion behind the Whisper’s kiss more vividly with each passing moment. It was made more palatable by its exuberant delivery. The kisser was sure not to be solemn or overemotional; she repeatedly teased a contented smile over the other woman’s lips, putting her completely at ease. They now shared the affection quite openly, sensitive wet skin sucking together to produce a steamy energy between them. The thief’s tongue followed the contour of the salacious lips before her to request entry. The kiss they engaged in until then was very sensual, but Heather was determined to find how to make Nephenee purr just for her.

The Sentinel parted her lips slightly and returned her tongue in modest invitation. She was taken up on the offer with enthusiasm. The lithe muscle slipped into her mouth and cuddled with hers, inciting it to writhe at the moist sensations. This dance tickled mercilessly, but the blonde unexpectedly parted their faces with satisfaction at finally detecting a slight purr of pleasure. It was merely to see the one she desired pining to taste more.

Both awaited each flash of the lantern that permitted a clearer view of the other. Heather whimsically returned to conversation, her soft speech accompanied by a single artful finger tracing her crush’s chin. “Do you know why boys are so boring?” The one questioned had to register the question. She was preoccupied with sitting in embarrassment at her friend’s sudden doting.

She had no ideas as to what the answer was supposed to be, and brought herself to humor her. “Beats me. Why?” she asked with a flutter to her voice; she was often amused by the city woman’s diction. The ghost of a cold nose brushed her cheek. “They can never be as beautiful or as sweet as you. That’s why.”

Nephenee gave a weak smile during her automatic response. “Heather, you say the silliest things sometimes…” she trailed off as she realized the adamancy behind the flatterer’s words. The way she was commonly perceived was unimportant. Heather sincerely saw her not as some poor rube, but as a princess in her own right, and she always would. The militia girl mulled this over while blinded by blonde hair due to its owner cuddling her face. The decision came as to engaging these emotions, intent on pleasing one she was so fond of. It was ultimately guided by something in the back of her head that kept her intrigued.

Much to the excitement of the other party, she voiced her thoughts as calmly as she could. “I-I’m powerful fond of you, too, and I’ve set to thinkin’, what with how you feel about me an’ all-” The thief’s charming smile interrupted her and was followed by a playful inquiry. “How do I feel about you?” Nephenee met her smile, having a solid idea of what the desired answer was. “I reckon you’ve taken a shine to me.” she stated as if making an observation. “That’s right.” Heather followed up. She lightly kissed at her fancy’s temple in appraisal, who thought it efficient to continue. “What I’m tryin’ to say is, I’d be all right with…letting ya do what you want.” Her audience detached herself from her head. “Come again?”

The young lady reiterated, sensing that it was simply for the sake of hearing it again.“Y-you can do what you want with me, Heather.” A certain easiness transitioned over her having said this, like the ensuing light after a cloud drifts away. She was confident that her admirer would do nothing extreme, and there was the part of her that looked forward to whatever it was she would do. That smiling face was now offering a sexier expression. “Anything? Are you sure?” Nephenee nodded mildly in knowledge of precisely what this meant. This felt like no wanton act. There was something about giving herself to Heather that felt especially fitting with each passing moment.

Without further ado, the very content woman emerged from her crush’s lap, about to confirm that her feelings toward the country girl fell short of platonic. She smoothly stood up and began circling to the back of the chair in one movement. Between flickers of the lantern, her blue eyes caught tinges of the orange ascot among the curtain of green hair. Her decision was against disturbing it. “Gramma needs to stay with her.” she thought. She then removed the dull white band from her own forehead in the ascot’s stead. It was used to keep hair from her eyes while at work, and removing it added an attractive coherence to her visage.

Nephenee could swear the voice sounded different from behind. “Give me your hands.” the shadow requested. She bent her elbows and hung her hands forward, not sure what was meant. “Over the chair.” it clarified. The farm girl could hear the grin behind her. The back of the chair was short enough to drape her arms over, and they were immediately prompted to be parallel with gentle manual guidance.

Her wrists were tied together in no time by a pair of expert hands. The mystery cloth was so snug as to leave no room for even wrist rotation; Heather was assured at seeing her attempt this in vain. The seated one was flooded with goosebumps at the shadows whispering to her ever so closely: “Wait right here.”

Bright green eyes followed the blonde as she strode toward the solitary lantern with an elegant swish of her long overcoat. Although she would have found fun in blindfolding the girl, she opted against it as this would have hidden those darling eyes of hers. They noticed what cloth bound their owner’s wrists. “Oh, I see. You…you look pretty without the headband. Funny how I paid it no mind when you had it on.” The one complemented shot her a smile upon arriving at the lantern. “Thank you.” she chimed gratefully. Her hand quickly implemented something from within her ambiguous long coat that stoked the lantern. It sufficiently illuminated the tent and allowed Heather to properly see the face she looked forward to.

Her company piped up, having realized what was being done shortly beforehand. “Don’t go squanderin’ lantern fuel on me, now.” The accused explained. “This fuel is from my personal stash. No one will miss it.” She lifted the device by its handle. “I’ve been keeping it for a special occasion, and this-” she jerked a curved finger once at the other girl emphatically- “is one such an occasion.” She hung the lantern from a rope at the roof of the tent to even the lighting. In preparation, she made things more intimate by slipping off the blue scarf and fingerless gloves, followed by the dapper overcoat.

Lavender cloth slackened to reveal her attractive shoulders left bare by the small dress she wore underneath. These articles were folded neatly and placed on the ground. The dress staged her striking figure immaculately; this was inadvertently flaunted as she turned and faced the chair, her jaunty hips grasping Nephenee’s attention while she walked back. The Whisper descended upon the chair to rejoin, this time with one set of curvaceous legs straddling another.

In this position she could appreciate the elusive sight of the young soldier’s face while waiting for the lantern’s lazy swaying to eventually stop. The face was finally bathed in a wholesome, steady light. Increased visibility served to magnify her sharp looks to an intoxicating degree. She seemed to draw radiance right out of the lantern. But even so, Heather could not just sit and fawn for very long. Eyes closed, she moved closer until softly uttering the other’s pet name in an excruciatingly lovesick purr against her lips. “Nepheeeeeeee…”

An addiction to those lips had easily developed; they were hot and sinfully sweet, like melted sugar. The Sentinel also compliantly shut her eyes. She was thankful for another kiss where she could continue tasting and digging to feel what her new lover felt. Lover? Yes; they were certainly “lovers” by now, after the farm girl thought in earnest about something more than she usually ever thought, that something being a friend’s romantic feelings. Her first, third, and however many more kisses had been with that woman on that night. And she was only increasingly eager to see what that woman would do with her now that she had her tied to a chair.

Heather broke these ruminations and suspended the rapid-fire kissing to comment. “You know I’d die of a broken heart if one of those stupid men ever took you away from me, right?” She continued, punctuating each syllable with a brief, tender buss. “Just – break – up – and – die.” It may as well have been rhetorical – Nephenee could not answer, for her tongue was already being engaged by Heather’s again. Of course she didn’t know. But it was up to the thief to show her.

Once she had had another good cuddle with the inexperienced young lady’s luscious tongue, the blonde moved on to lay her kisses along the sculpted jawline and vulnerable neck. The recipient accepted every one of them with abandon, even craning her neck out to make sure her captor could kiss where she wanted. Heather was indeed a captor, and Nephenee was her captive, at her mercy. “At her mercy.” The country girl actually enjoyed the novel sound of this and repeated it to herself mentally. Yet it was hard to focus with the other woman sucking feverishly on her collarbone.

Her breaths grew heavier in response. She could not conduct herself calmly under the two roving lips pulling in the essence of her skin for themselves simultaneous with the teasing eyelashes that often tickled her blushing neck. Their bodies cradled each other, the one on bottom straightening her back courteously to offer her shoulders relief. Each excited heave of her chest caused their already contacting busts to squish together, much to their arousal.

But better acquainting herself with Heather’s bust could not be enough. She was anxious while the light-haired woman inspected the love bite she had now left on her captive’s collar. Nephenee, with immobilized arms, reveled in her own minimal clothing and the concept that from this point, she could only volunteer her body, accepting pleasure in return. She awaited her devoted fanatic stripping her and taking her for her own. This throbbing desire was a hidden one. To the thief, the other person still looked like her curious and innocent little Nephee.

Regardless of the shy façade, Heather shared the knowledge that the helpless girl had few garments to prevent her from glorious nudity. Neither of them paid attention to her dishabille until then. But now the riveting blue eyes had a mind to view their invariably favorite subject positively naked. There were only the basic long linen shirt, undergarments, and dear ascot. Heather wanted nothing more than to produce her favorite knife and effortlessly relieve the beauty of these coverings in a single adroit flash.

Aside from her dismissing the idea of destroying her love’s belongings, supplies did not grow on trees. It was simply necessary for the soldier to have them. Alternate methods were less fun, but imperative. Just before Nephenee commented on imminent disrobement, inwardly wishing to wriggle her body in impatience, her lover narrated the next activity with an endearing giggle. “Now you’ll have to show me everything, Nephee.”

She temporarily dismounted her right leg from the chair to allow room for her undressable doll. Knowing from previous pectoral contact that the young lady wore no brassiere, she slid the simple underpants far enough for her to free one leg from them and dragged them to the knee to arrange a clean reveal. The hungry lady sat astride the plush lap again. Nephenee braced herself; once the shirt was lifted over her head, her body would have no more secrets. She feared the piercing humiliation she would feel at being seen nude, yet painfully aware of her admirer’s desire to see. And what could she do about it? Her hands were tied.

The Sentinel was a staunch and intrepid warrior in battle, but sealed her eyes and trembled subtly the moment she felt the fabric being moved. It rose, receding above her buttocks that protruded so nicely due to her posture, abandoning her breasts, and departing above her head loosely enough to avoid touching the flower nested about her brow. The observer let it ruffle behind Nephenee’s head, around the retired shoulders; it now held the orange keepsake somewhere within. She took a brief moment from absorbing the exposure to retrieve colorful hair from the bundled shirt.

The naked lady initially stared. She was surprised at her own possession of sufficient bravery to face the other woman, and suspected that it was out of anticipation of a reaction. She held her breath. Her lover’s eyes gave a fascinated glitter. They had watched closely at each fair inch of skin just as it was uncovered, and were now jubilant for having a full view. Heather touched two fingers to her lip as if to confirm her own consciousness, blatantly in awe of her lady’s breathtaking young body. The display was irreversibly between them now.

Golden lantern flame glowed over the firm meat which flourished with every abundant curve. She ogled ambitiously and liberally, curtailing this when deciding to address that the surface of Nephenee’s face was filled with a fine mist of deep pink. Wishing to abate this embarrassment, she gave support, her voice as soothing and homey as ever. She looked directly at her beloved. “What is to be ashamed of with a body like this?” The soldier’s shy gaze fell, lips slightly splitting apart as if to discard dead words.

Heather leaned in to hover her nose at the white flower. “So beautiful.” she murmured against a rosy cheek. She felt a delicate nose root around for a kiss to shut her up. It was denied teasingly. In light of the gracious complement that she thought to be extravagant, the rustic girl was sure to remember her manners. “Th-thank ye…” she stammered. “You’re too kind.” The sprightly blonde’s smile bit her nose. “So goddamned cute! And you’re all mine.”

Her hot breath seemed to linger after she pulled her face away, but it was barely given time. Her fingers cradled her Nephee’s precious face by the chin when kissing her again: her special treasure, exclusively hers to hold. That delicious mouth dragged its path down the graceful neck that craned for her once more in avid reception. The skin there ached to be tasted and sucked on again, but the Whisper’s juicy pucker titillated by coasting along her lover’s smooth neck to create the most minute of contact.

Each mirage of a kiss autographed its passage with a fuzzy tingle. Once the trail came to an end, Heather took the opportunity to let her blue gems behold the prominent masterpiece further. Her eyes roved over the heaving chest adorned with two appropriately sized, yet utterly full breasts that shivered timidly with each motion. The tempting pink nipples had tightened with arousal and from the mild night air. The lusty woman shared this definite little viewing between them with a flirting glance.

Nephenee felt helpless as she could only display her bosom at the moment, but was not oblivious. She acknowledged that these newly explored facets of her body were now being admired. With her back as straightened as it was, she propped her breasts as pertly forward as she could as if to say, “For you.” Heather was predictably delighted.

She cupped one of the sumptuous gifts in her steady hand from underneath, placing a precise kiss on the very edge of the areola. A whine from Nephenee’s politely closed lips commanded her to continue. The thief’s ears gladly tuned in to any feedback from her belle; she did not have to be told twice to indulge further in sampling the succulent pink treat.

She employed the tips of her lips in nibbling more frighteningly potent contact on the same spot. They became better acquainted with every tiny bump on the stiffened skin of the nipple with each light touch. Each touch was so tiny, yet held such dazzling effect within the one kissed. They sent heavy ripples through the lovely breast, washing over her throbbing heart and shimmering through her head and the rest of her torso.

Those lips whose mercy she was under began their delicious suckling on the delicate nipple as it was now irresistible. Her head sagged back. She had been able to keep her mouth so politely closed for some time, and it now released sighs through the limited opening. An inevitable toothy moan seeped into the air in response as Nephenee identified a wet tongue lovingly petting the sensitive cusp of her breast from between sucking lips.

She noticeably shifted her arms. Her fancier could tell that she would be resting an intimate hand on her golden head of hair if they were not so inconveniently restrained. So she finally let the tasty pink nub out of her mouth for a joking comment. “No no no. Naughty girls need to stay handcuffed.” She then answered to the confused look she received. “You are naughty for how badly you want me.” Her face adopted a comical puppy’s stare, awaiting a favorable response in excitement. “You do want me, don’t you, Nephee?”

Keeping her chest bent forward, the soldier had a smile camouflaged somewhere that was still recognized. She longed to have her breasts sucked more, and made her simple attempt to transgress the answer expected of her. “I-I guess I do, truly…But what about you, givin’ a bad girl what she wants?” Heather made a motion as if catching the answer in her hands, then set to laughing into the other breast in reward.

She incarnated a portion of her laughter into brisk kisses all over the supple bundle until eventually settling down to apply the same unbearable suckling motions to its nipple. It flopped down once the blonde wished to see her work. She was satisfied now that both pretty breasts pointed up at her freely as if compensating for what Nephenee’s arms could not do. The next course of action, she felt, was to share with her crush in return.

Deliberate thumbs paired with forefingers pinched the string bow that crested the cross lacing on the bust of the Whisper’s dress. This cued her lady to watch the enticing center of activity. She quickly sensed what was to come and even if she decided to, could not look away. In truth, she had always envied her friend’s incredible body. Now she at least get to see part. The captor wanted to present herself to her Nephee as well as stripping her. Regardless of the farm girl being her junior, Heather would be intensely honored if she appreciated what was shown to her. The lacing came undone and thereby loosened the entire garment around her bust.

Her observer still acted surprised; breasts just as voluptuous and cute as her own hung so very close to her in all their beauteous naturality. With her previously flushed complexion now blanching for never seeing so much of an acquaintance before, she fixed her gaze with unconscious intrigue, making an effort to complement. “Oh my…” Her lover disarmingly tilted her head. “Yes?” Nephenee found her tongue again at the prompt. “Th-they’re p-pretty, Heather.” She cleared her throat in case her voice had just cracked. The rouge was returning to her cheeks.

As a milder one of the thief’s thousand different smiles shaped her mouth, she hugged the shy one close to her. Their soft bosoms mashed together as a result. “Are they?” She asked as if disbelieving. “Will you do the same thing for me, then?” She took no answer, instead aligning her breast with the lower portion of the Sentinel’s face. The callow lips wrapped their way around a solicitous nipple with apprehension. She hoped to mimic that orgasmic oral game for the other woman, and simply looking upward for a facial expression in order to glean her own performance caused Heather to swoon.

It was unfair – with her arms unchecked, she could caress her favorite soldier’s head all she wanted in thanks. Nephenee overlooked the inequality so that she could enjoy the touch for what it was. She continued to taste and tug on the nipple just to bask in her new lover’s pleasant acceptance. The blonde made a point of keeping the exhilarating eye contact, wishing to share her ecstasy. She interspersed occasional murmurs of gratitude throughout the favor. They were thick and sticky with honey. “You would do this just for me, Nephee? So sweet of you...So gentle…Such an angel, Nephee.”

The thief was only satisfied when the incessant kissing and sucking had made her breasts as sex-flushed and blindly excited as she had made the other girl’s. Not until each lick made her erect nipples feel too tender, almost painfully raw, and caused her tingeing crotch to slobber through her panties and onto the chair, did she drop her bust from the girl’s mouth. This subsequently lowered her face and allowed her to brush a kiss upon the bridge of her pleaser’s nose.

The distinct voice that only Heather found musical inquired. “Uh…was I good?” For whatever reason, the hushed smile did not sit well as a response. “Did you like that?” she asked. Their recently whetted nipples aligned, the lascivious woman on her lap moved herself as she needed to make them cuddle together. This drove a hot stake of pleasure into the young lady’s chest. “Let my nipples tell you.” her lover growled in the slithering black voice of a bandit, sexual in its mystery.

It was the most enjoyable feeling the green-haired girl had ever sustained, and the thought surfaced that she would be thinking that more and more as that night drew on. “Enjoy this, honey.” Heather continued. “Only women can do this.” The farmer’s pronounced breaths served as a countermotion that rubbed her breasts responsively against her lover’s. Their nipples worked like precision instruments one moment, making tantalizing circles around each other as weakly opposing magnets would, then sensually mashing together the next.

Nephenee happily considered what had just been said and looked at herself in a drastically new way. “I can do this with myself ‘cos I’m a girl – a female.” she mused. “I’ve got breasts. I have a female’s body.” Pleasant sexual revelations aside, it took no effort to feel something lewdly running down her thigh that was not sweat. It was too far down on her leg to be her own perfumes. She now unmistakably had this woman dripping on her lap.

The usually cool and collected Heather’s crotch was a sopping wet animal in mindless rut. From time to time, the soldier would feel it bump into her lap, and within the soft underwear, it felt like a hot overloaded sponge that stamped its excess moisture wherever it touched. The thief reached under her dress and kneaded her fingers into her sex as if checking how aroused she was. Her flushed lover thought she heard it. She then ran the same slightly damp fingers down the farm girl’s beautifully fit belly to accompany her shaky speech.

“Oh, dear. I’m ready. I can’t help myself – I have to make my angel dirty now.” Her angel that she spoke of questioned this softly. “Dirty? Whatever do you mean?” The warm fingers were slipping down her abdomen, closer and closer to the perfect place. “I have to take her. I’m sorry.” She looked down and smiled in amusement. Her nails were meeting Nephenee’s pubic hair, and the carpet matched the drapes: it was dark green.

The girl’s thighs had been nervously pressed together all this time, causing the hair to bristle nicely from her pubis. A single finger petted the furry patch. She contemplated these lustful words in her mind: “I have to take her. I’m sorry”. She had already resolved that she wanted this flaxen-haired siren to strip her and take her for her own, and one of those had already happened. Then next step was to give herself up.

The almost motherly hand near her genitals felt absolutely right to her. She opened her statuesque legs for Heather without giving it a second thought, finally letting herself slouch so that her vagina could sit above the chair. Her musk was now allowed to plume in the air. “Ye don’t hafta be sorry.” she said. Her lover kissed her chin and then obligingly swirled her fingertips on the welcoming vulva. “This is fine with you?” she asked. “You want me to take you?” She wanted to hear it as plain as day in that charming accent.

Nephenee deeply knew that if anything she wanted her devoted friend to make love to her. She loved those nimble little fingers touching her vulva. She loved the vulnerable physical position she was in, setting her body up for the other woman as in some elaborate presentation. And she loved that Heather wanted her. She did not doubt for an instant that the thief’s obsessive love was genuine. Thus, hands tied behind her and legs open wide, the last thing she felt like was a harlot.

The young lady felt as though steam was burning over her throat with each word that came forth. “I-I want you to take me.” she stammered. The beauty’s captor rubbed her fingers deeper until she was touching the tamper seal: her girlhood was as good as over. Her words were savored like a delicacy, and her sex was now being played with as a cat plays with her favorite toy. The Whisper was flattered.

“Say it again, love. I want to hear that again. Sing it for me.” Nephenee obeyed in excess. “I want ya to take me, Heather. I want you to.” Their vivacious eyes darted over each other, wordlessly confirming in unison where the fingers were. “You can enter. Please ente-”She was harshly interrupted when the dynamic curve of two fingers sundered her maidenhead. Her lover praised her upon realizing what had happened. “Oh! You’ve been such a good girl, Nephee.”

She wanted to be glad, but a fiery bolt of pain jarred her. Her delicate throat immediately gave a curt squeak, and boiling tears welled in her eyes. Her opening suddenly felt so very tiny; it was undeniably taught, already helplessly choking on the woman’s slim fingers. Heather, wanting to die for causing her darling pain, empathized at once. She stretched her neck out and urgently tapped the side of it with her free hand. “Bite me! It’s okay. Bite me, bite me.”

Her belle could have distracted herself from as much pain as possible by powerfully clamping her jaws down, but she only wanted to be gentle. Her moist eyes buried themselves affectionately on the other’s naked shoulder. The adoring woman wished that she would break the skin and sap every drop of blood. But she knew this is as much of the offer as she would take. Nephenee wrinkled her eyelids against the hot skin to help her earnestly dig for the pleasure that she wanted to feel.

She tried her utmost to linger on the agile fingers lapping at her from inside the luxurious envelopment of her sex. Underneath the pain, it felt splendid, and so she focused on that. The rustic girl was soon able to rest her head on its side to face her lover. Her eyes opened at having cried their last tear, watching the comely face openly. It formed a wondrous and rare expression, eyes sure to be open in order to memorize the scenery while their owner took her crush’s virginity, it was flushed and dreamy in pure rapture from the feeling. She prized being where only she was allowed to go.

Nephenee’s heart furiously convulsed against its prison of bone, seeming fit to burst and surging stinging adrenaline throughout her body. But she could vividly feel pleasure emanating from Heather’s body, too. Sometime very shortly after indicating where to bite, she had hastily ripped off her wet panties and taken to masturbating.

Her extraordinary appendages loved her fair lady’s sleek little passage for a bewilderingly generous amount of time that neither cared to measure. They amorously stroked in an ardent “come hither” motion. This was her uniquely intimate way of beckoning the other woman’s every emotion: her love, her lust, and her loyalty. With every piercing trick of a thief’s masterful fingers, the very ownership of these transferred more and more completely to Heather – with each moment, the youthful soldier willingly ascended toward belonging to her.

But her divine position gave her no inherent dignity: her brain still numbly swarmed with romantic sexual urges where no method of manifesting them could be totally satisfying. There was an insurmountable need to address it by supplementing this sublime spiritual assimilation with overt self-pleasure. She penetrated herself just as firmly as she penetrated her lover, the index and middle fingers of both of her hands buried to the last knuckle in one vagina or another. She kept up the simultaneous fingering until the assuring shadow of sexual pleasure effortlessly blotted out the young lady’s pain.

Much to Nephenee’s dismay, her trance was dispelled when she felt the probes viscously slip out of their beloved sanctuary. She raised her head to discover the occasion. Her mate wasted no time in bringing the finely basted fingers to her mouth. Heather’s awesome digits sliced through the thick air like a razorblade, emitting an uncanny sparkle as they reflected the yellow lantern light. They darted between her waiting lips. She was seizing the moment. She would only ever be able to consume her goddess’s virginity once in history, and now indulged in the rich candy coating while it was still fresh.

Her tongue savored the invaluable concoction of lovewater and maidenblood. Both women were engrossed: Heather in her heavenly personal banquet, and Nephenee in watching her drink. That face embodied such catlike lethargic bliss that the farmer thought it had become petrified in time and would never move again. But this strange conjecture was defeated upon seeing the crystalline blue eyes reopen and tasting the fingers that the thief had had inside herself.

They were graciously accepted with a hum from the lips closed around them. This was the exact flavor of her admirer’s lust for her, so she sucked fervently at her first true taste of a woman. Heather had ingested her potion all too quickly. It was as fleeting as several drops of water in a drought, yet she smiled while removing her thoroughly cleaned fingers. “I’m sorry. We didn’t finish, did we?”

She was ready to join bodies now that she had taken her taste of paradise. Her stained hand lifted the hem of her short dress to make bare her lower body. Nephenee felt dizzy when looking at the woman’s naked passion. It still dripped onto the chair just for her, and she could make out tiny beads of sweat dwelling in the short hair. The poor thing was crazed with hunger for a playmate. And she knew it beyond a visual level already; its bold musk still hung fresh around her face from her having drunken its essence moments ago.

The thief positioned a shapely leg over one of her lover’s. She only needed to inch forward for their starving vulvas to press together. Their crotches seemed to fit together perfectly as if they were sisters in manufacture, and the sensuous warmth they drew from each other formed a portal between the women’s bodies.

It felt wet, but at the same time sweltering. They embraced the incinerating heat between them, for it truly felt as though their genitals were kissing. However, this was all perceived over the course of a spellbinding moment. No sooner after she pressed her sex into her lover’s did the blonde initiate a vigorous thrust of her enchanting hips.

The inward effect was disorienting. The young lady’s heart painfully continued its electric thrashing, and she felt as though she was seeing Heather through a hazy twilit window. Any violent pleasure she received from the squishy genital flesh wiping over that of another was shared by confused fear of her mind having rematerialized in space. She was nowhere and everywhere at once, her gaze still deeply penetrating her lover’s while she wondered about her own vision. And no matter where her mind had gone, the other woman was unquestionably with her.

She abruptly emerged from yet another trance with a simple glance downward. Nephenee noticed her own soup of wispy sighs and coos that were apparently tethered to her throat for fear of escaping the tent. Remorse was no object in this state, so it suddenly felt acceptable to lustfully copy her lover’s ogling. She was enamored with the Whisper’s angelic body winding against hers in a licentious serpentine dance. She prayed that it may never stop and wanted dearly to return the lovemaking.

The sex-burned young woman found the inner strength to churn her hips, which gained momentum with her realization that she was physically supported by the back of the chair. She eventually threw herself into this as it was the most movement her restrained body could make. Heather tingled with elation from the reserved farm girl’s unbridled attempt to reciprocate the rigorous sex, marked by her calling her lover by her full name without care of volume. “NEPHENEE!”

Their cognition primitively disabled by lecherousness, the women found themselves distracted by the breasts that palpitated wildly and beautifully as their hips rocked together. Both feeling the onset of climax, they fought against the drainage of stamina. Tiredness could not interfere: neither of them could die happily until they had driven this mutual sexual arousal to complete fruition. The lovers panted hoarsely, desperately jiggling their bodies to absorb each other. The animalistic ritual dragged on until they were livid with frustration.

The brink before climax was horrendously stubborn; it became a vast desert of oppressively dogged arousal that seemed to begrudge both love stricken women of their gratification. And the moment of their heartbeats becoming confluent resonated over them just when Nephenee thought they would have to make love for the rest of their lives. The couple reluctantly squeezed their eyes shut at the unimaginable pleasure, both throats releasing harsh feminine barks before either of them could think to bring their voices under control. Their vulvas gushed unintelligible emotion into each other as the nether-lips tormented both ladies with incessant butterfly kisses.

The Sentinel felt sick in an enjoyable way. Her vision clouded over. She felt a replica of the Whisper’s soul pervade her body, and clung to it with her mind’s wide open arms. The lovers tried to the best of their ability to let the fireworks in their searing throats down while the beastly orgasm relentlessly shocked and fondled every fiber of their beings at once. The sound came out in a gradual lull. Their heads floated aimlessly like feathers down to earth until they found themselves back in the tent, cuddling in the same small wooden chair.

Even Heather craved just to stare at her love and mentally regroup. But the exhausted women could only watch as the white flower fell out of Nephenee’s hair and tumbled down her stunning landscape of a body. Their vibrant gazes observed it landing with a soft tickle between their crotches and becoming stained a rich blackened red from the former virgin’s vagina. This was not a sinful image to the triumphant blonde; it was a cherished sacrament. She studied her work of art that was simply her young goddess ravaged by an orgasm that she herself had given her.

The country lady was still slouching and let her head roll back against the chair. Sweat pasted her straightened hair across her face in erotic disarray as she doled out a wary smile. Heather used her fingertips to pull the hair back into alignment, then took a handkerchief from her belt to dab the sweat from her darling’s face. She leaned in to kiss a sticky cheek, and while her lips remained there, her hands reached around to untie the cloth from the green-haired woman’s throbbing wrists as if the knot had been done by a child. The shirt around her shoulders was pulled off as well.

Now that she was free, Nephenee did not care that her shoulders felt as though they could snap at any time. She weakly moved her sleeping arms around to hold her lover. Her hands were worthless numb mittens that could only run themselves along the other’s back. They sat mostly naked in each other’s arms for a long time with their chins on each other’s shoulders.

Sleep could have approached the young soldier there, but never got around to it. She spoke up, her quaint accent injecting an interesting question into the silence. “Heather? How did someone like you ever turn thief? It don’t suit you one bit.” She felt the Whisper’s cheek curling into a larger smile before she gave her clever reply. “I stole your heart, didn’t I?” Nephenee thought for a moment and disagreed. “Don’t be daft! I gave it to you.”

These words gave their recipient even more to cherish. She used them as an opportunity. “I’m glad you’re so comfortable giving, because I have something else I want to ask of you.” Her lover’s ears awaited what it would be. “Ask away.” she said. Heather straightened herself up, taking Nephenee’s right hand in hers. “Nephenee – I want you to promise me that you’ll live through this war so that I’ll have a wife to take home.”

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