A Blade in the Dark

TITLE: A Blade in the Dark
AUTHOR: WotanAnubis
FANDOM: Suikoden Tierkreis
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Suikoden Tierkreis or any of its characters. No profit is being made.
RATING: NC-17
PAIRING: Chrodechild/Zenoa
NOTE: Once again I attempt to write about something I know absolutely nothing about. Let's see how it goes.


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Chrodechild slowly descended the stairs down into the basement, idly wondering why she was doing so. Zenoa's... invitation... had been at once straightforward and somewhat puzzling. 'Disturbing' might also have been appropriate. Under normal circumstances she would not be going down these stairs to, if not accept the woman's invitation, then to at least discuss. But then, normality was becoming ever stranger these days.

As she entered the basement, Chrodechild spotted the bald sorceress kneeling near the black tablet that filled this place with its curiously unnatural light. Zenoa rose to her feet and turned to her.

"Ah, there you are."

"Yes," Chrodechild said. "Though I can't say I'm sure why I'm here."

A smile flashed across Zenoa's face. "Because you were enticed, of course."

"Perhaps," the blonde warrior admitted. "But why me?"

"There's little enough in this castle to interest me," Zenoa said dismissively. "But you might yet prove to be... stimulating."

"Should I take that as a compliment?" Chrodechild asked.

"If you like," Zenoa replied. "Now. Shall we get started?"

"I'm still not convinced I should let you... do what you proposed."

"Then feel free to leave," Zenoa said. "The exit is behind you."

"I won't be sent away, either," Chrodechild said.

"So you will just stand there, frozen in indecision?"

"You must know what you offered was quite... intimate."

"Ah," said Zenoa. "Yes, of course. Well then, perhaps I can help you make up your mind."

Before Chrodechild had time to respond, Zenoa had undone her cloak and thrown it casually aside. Even in the dim light of the basement her exposed body was easy to make out. She was unsurprisingly slender, her dark skin decorated with several white tattoos. She was also, as far as Chrodechild could see, completely hairless. It was a curiously exotic sight that made it hard to look away.

"There. Does that make it any easier for you?"

The blonde warrior managed to redirect her eyes to the bald sorceress's face. A vague smile played around the dark woman's lips, though her eyes were inscrutable.

"This does not leave this room," Chrodechild eventually decided, stepping forward.

"If you like," Zenoa said.

"So, what do I need to do?" the green-eyed princess asked.

"You merely need to leave everything to me," the sorceress replied as she walked behind the blonde. "Would you like to be completely naked for this, or should I only expose the essential parts?"

Chrodechild thought about this for a moment, disliking the way how she could feel her heart begin to beat harder. "I suppose I might strip as well."

As she reached up to undo her shoulder armour, Zenoa grabbed her hand.

"Please, allow me."

Chrodechild hesitated. "Why?"

"Because I am here to care for you, of course."

"Of course," Chrodechild said, managing to keep most of the obvious sarcasm out of her voice.

As Zenoa began undressing her, Chrodechild had to admit that, whatever her real intentions, the sorceress knew what she was doing. As more and more of her pale skin became exposed, she didn't feel any more uncomfortable. Quite the opposite, in fact. The less garments she wore, the more at ease she became. Until Zenoa had undressed her completely save for the black choker around her neck and she felt some of her nerves coming back to her.

"Please, sit down somewhere," Zenoa instructed.

Chrodechild did so, then spread her legs far enough apart for the sorceress to sit down between them. She couldn't help but notice how this obscene gesture somehow didn't make her feel ashamed in the slightest. Vulnerable, perhaps, but not ashamed. Perhaps it had something to do with Zenoa's business-like manner.

Zenoa prepared her shaving gear, then sat down between Chrodechild's legs. The blonde shivered slightly when she carefully brushed her pubic hair with her fingertips.

"Not bad for something that has been left untended," Zenoa said. "How would you like it?"

"I'm sorry?" Chrodechild asked.

"Should I just shave it all off or would you prefer, I don't know, a small strip of hair pointing to your vagina? Or perhaps you would like some kind of pattern?"

Chrodechild blinked. "I really haven't thought about it. What would you recommend?"

The bald woman looked up briefly, but quite long enough to make her opinion clear.

"Shave it all," Chrodechild decided.

"I had a feeling you'd say that."

Zenoa took her bowl of shaving cream and started applying it to Chrodechild's blonde pubes with a small brush. Truthfully she didn't have that much hair down there, but the bald sorceress took her time and she couldn't really fault her for that. There was something very relaxing about the care Zenoa bestowed on the task. In fact, she hadn't felt this relaxed since... since... since before the fall of Astrasia.

Chrodechild felt some tension return to her when Zenoa put the bowl and brush away and took her razor. That tension, too, drained away when she realised Zenoa was even more careful with the blade than she had been with the brush. Moving with care and confidence, the dark sorceress removed more and more of her blonde hair until her mound was completely bald. She couldn't help but shiver slightly when the woman cleaned up the remnants of the shaving cream and blew softly across her newly bare skin.

"There," Zenoa said with just a hint of satisfaction. "Nice and smooth."

Chrodechild didn't really know how she felt about this. She felt strangely cold down there, even though the room's temperature was quite comfortable. She also felt oddly clean and a strange kind of tingling that had only a little to do with her removed pubic hair.

"That's all?" Chrodechild said.

Zenoa looked up at her. "You were expecting more?"

"I'm not sure what I was expecting."

"So I gathered," Zenoa replied. "Well then, you can leave if you like. Unless you would like me to... care for you some more."

Chrodechild looked down at the bald sorceress. "Somehow I don't get the feeling you want to shave the rest of my hair."

"I must confess it does not look out of place on you," Zenoa said. "No, this time my offer is genuinely intimate."

Part of Chrodechild wanted to laugh at the situation. She was already naked and sitting in front of an equally naked Zenoa with her legs spread and her pussy exposed to her. A pussy, she had to admit, that was not as dry as it had been when she'd come down here. It would be absurd to think that they were not already intimate somehow.

"How often do you do this?" Chrodechild asked. "Offer someone a shave, then offer them something more."

"Not often," Zenoa said. "Only with women I think might prove to be stimulating."

Chrodechild put a hand on Zenoa's smooth head and moved it down to its back. "I don't know how much I'll stimulate you, but..."

"Perhaps you will one day," Zenoa said.

Chrodechild didn't exactly pull Zenoa towards her, but Zenoa didn't exactly lean in towards her either. Nevertheless, at the end of the movement, the sorceress softly kissed her bald mound. The blonde warrior shivered a little, feeling an arousal that had smouldered within her ever since she'd descended the stairs to the basement gain in intensity.

That arousal flared and filled her body with heat when Zenoa's kisses trailed down and found her clit. Chrodechild almost screamed when she felt the bald sorceress's lips close carefully around the sensitive nub and let her tongue brush against it. She struggled to get on top of the sudden jolts of pleasure she hadn't felt since far too long. Ever since Astrasia had been taken by the Order she'd considered her body as little more than an extension of her weapon and a vessel for her homeland's eventual liberation. She'd practically forgotten it could experience pleasure as well.

She truly remembered it now and felt surprisingly little regret that it had been Zenoa of all people who'd reminded her. Of course, perhaps that was because a body slowly filling up with pleasure and a heart being overcome by lust did not have much room for regret. Zenoa's mouth proved to be as skillful as her hands had been as she kissed her way down from her clit and lapped at her juices. Chrodechild began squirming in her seat, her naked body moving to Zenoa's careful tune. Pleasure began choking her chest and she whimpered softly mere moments before a flick of Zenoa's tongue made a lustful moan spill from her lips.

An almost violent shudder coursed through Chrodechild's fit body when Zenoa kissed her slit deeply and she felt the woman's tongue enter her. She almost screamed when she felt her move across her inner walls and flooded her body with pleasure. She did scream when she felt the tip of that skillful run playfully across a particularly sensitive spot. Chrodechild clenched her teeth and hissed in an effort to get some control back over her own body, but part of her knew it was mostly futile. Still, when Zenoa's tongue returned to that sensitive place, Chrodechild managed to smother another pleasured scream, turning it instead into a lustful moan. She felt something vibrate against her lower lips, as though Zenoa had tried to chuckle against her flesh.

Chrodechild uttered one long groan when she felt Zenoa's tongue drag along her inner walls as she pulled her tongue out of her. She had a moment of relative respite when Zenoa again lapped at her slit, but before long she felt the bald sorceress's mouth near her clit again. A moan caught in her throat when she felt Zenoa carefully push two fingers into her. The surge of pleasure was almost too much for Chrodechild and her naked body began to writhe with the barely-suppressed feelings.

Chrodechild felt Zenoa's fingers thrust in and out of her, not so much exploring her pussy as fucking her. Yet even as her pace increased and filled her with ever-faster tides of pleasure, she seemed focused enough to guide her fingers to her most sensitive spots every time, forcing a heated moan from her chest whenever she did so. Combined with a mouth closed around her clit and a tongue playfully darting all around it, Chrodechild was amazed she wasn't screaming in blissful agony. Or would have been, if her being hadn't been so consumed with lust that the only thing she could really be aware of from moment to moment were the intense feelings swirling inside of her shuddering body.

Every nerve was on fire, every inch of her body ached with depraved beauty. Her very soul became filled with a joy thought forgotten and part of her soared while the rest of her struggled blindly against something she didn't want to struggle against. Pleasure had practically overwhelmed her already, yet she could feel something more powerful still build in and around her bald pussy, fueled by Zenoa's dancing tongue and thrusting fingers, waiting to overpower her completely. Chrodechild yearned for it, yet it refused to come. As powerful as she could sense it already was, it still lacked the strength to release her and the only thing she could do to help it, help herself, was to allow Zenoa to keep playing with her body.

Then, in one timeless moment of icy clarity, Chrodechild's body passed that invisible line between being completely unable to come and being completely unable to stop herself from coming. She moaned loudly as she orgasmed, pure bliss washing through her writhing body, stoking her pleasured fire until it burned itself out and left only satisfaction. She couldn't tell how long her climax lasted, only that Zenoa's unfailing tending of her body prolonged it.

Eventually, though, her orgasm passed and Chrodechild breathed out slowly, contently. When she saw Zenoa rise to her feet, she pulled her into her lap and kissed her, tasting her own juices on the bald sorceress's lips.

"Thank you," Chrodechild breathed as they parted.

"You looked to be in need of it," Zenoa stated. "And... I did not mind giving it to you. Now, or in the future."

"Thank you, but I don't know if I'll visit you for this again."

"Is there someone else?"

"Perhaps."

"Only perhaps?" Zenoa said. "Well, if they happen to be a woman, I would not be averse to you bringing her along as well."

"I'm not sure that would be a good idea," Chrodechild said.

"I wouldn't know about that. The key is simply realising that this is not a competition."

Chrodechild looked at Zenoa's face and couldn't see anything there. At least, nothing that the woman didn't want to be there.

"Perhaps so," she said. "May I ask you something?"

"If you insist."

"How many others have you found... stimulating?"

Zenoa smiled. "I cannot tell you."

The bald sorceress put her hand on Chrodechild's stomach and let it move down to her freshly shaven mound.

"However, let us just say that if you are ever in the position to compare, you will know who accepted my invitation."

"Both of them?" Chrodechild asked.

"Both of them," Zenoa replied.