Warmth

Despite the fires burning at each corner of the grey stone room, Royce felt the chill of the Frontier when she warped into the center of the chamber. Her attire, consisting of little more than a black ribbon strung around her slender body, did little to help with the sudden rush of lifeless cold that permeated all the lands bereft of the Goddess' touch. It was especially jarring when she moved here from the Green Earth in a mere instant, going from warmth and tranquility to lifeless cold and despair. Despite living her life banished here, the golden-haired woman had never gotten used to that feeling, the sensation of everything good simply disappearing as her spell carried her to the barren wasteland that served as the Vile Tribe's home for generations. But not for much longer, Royce thought, allowing herself a smile.

"Any news from your pathetic little informant?" asked a woman sitting at the edge of the room, her skin adorned with tattoos similar to those Royce wore, and her hair the same shining gold, though she wore it much longer, allowing it to hang to the bottom of her back. She sat up, pushing her back away from the stone wall she was leaning on, the smile on Royce's face promising good news, and she was eager to hear it.

Royce licked her lips, walking towards the other woman - Xenobia was her name, the Magic Emperor's right hand woman and defacto leader of the Vile Tribe in their efforts to take back the Green Earth - and she nodded. "Everything is going according to Ghaleon's plan, sisters," she said, and she gave a short nod to the woman behind her, Phacia. "They are distraught and disorganized now, there is no way they could stop the Magic Emperor as they are. Especially not with little Nash in their group." Royce often called him "little" Nash among the company of her tribe sisters, making it no secret that she didn't feel particularly fulfilled by their various rendezvous.

Placing her silver pike on the ground, leaning against the wall, the tattooed woman walked towards Xenobia, the cold ground of their Frontier home was unpleasant against the soles of her bare feet. Royce sucked it up like she always did. We're almost out of exile, she told herself, spreading her legs and slowly straddling the taller woman, wrapping her arms around the golden blonde's shoulders, her fingers interlocking in the flowing locks of blonde hair at Xenobia's back.

"Horny, Royce?" she asked. A rhetorical question, for both Xenobia and Phacia knew well that the fortune-teller always returned from her trysts with Nash feeling half-finished and aching for more. It wasn't uncommon for them to find Royce pleasuring herself after a meeting with him, giving herself what he wasn't able to, or sometimes she would try to fuck one of them if they were around, often not even heeding exactly where they were. More than once, one of their slaves had caught her (or them, as the case may be) in the act. It was something they dared not speak of afterwards, if they valued their lives.

Royce gave her answer in the form of a kiss, pressing her lips against Xenobia's as she grinded herself against the taller woman's tattooed thigh.

Xenobia pulled her head away, turning her cheek to the fortune teller. "You can be so annoying sometimes," she complained, not wanting to deal with Royce's desires at the time. She was far too busy preparing for the next stage of the Magic Emperor's plan to take the time to pleasure the woman.

"I think it's great that our dear sister is becoming more affectionate," said Phacia, a curvacious woman with silver hair down to her feet and a softness to her than the rest of the Vile Tribe lacked. If Royce had turned to face her as she approached, the dark sage would have been able to appreciate the way her high-heeled shoes shaped her legs. The softspoken woman leaned forward, resting her chin upon Royce's shoulder and leaning her head into the other woman's cheek, a smile on her face as she spoke to Xenobia. "All that time on the Green Earth, in the realm of Althena's blessing. The Goddess' touch seems to be working wonders for our grim little mystic." She squeezed Royce's breast in her hand, cold to the touch after Royce's time in the warmth and light. The cold hand was titillating, sending a chill into her body, and she wanted to feel it lower. "Show me what her touch feels like."

The priestess' hand moved downwards, from Royce's breast, fingers crawling down her midriff, and she planted a light kiss upon the blue zigzag tattoo on her cheek. Royce moaned loudly - deliberately - as she closed her eyes and leaned her head back into Phacia, waiting a bit before slowly opening her eyes, just a bit, to see an irritated Xenobia before her. "Gladly, but first we should get our dear sister in the mood, don't you think?" The blonde woman reached out a hand, cupping Xenobia's large breast, the cold of the Frontier had hardened her nipple beneath the small white cloth that contained it, and she slid her hand down the tall woman's stomach, and down to the low cut of her skirt.

"Stop it, Royce," Xenobia said to her as she felt a fingertip rubbing gently against the slit of her pussy. She quickly moved her leg, hoping to maybe buck the fortune teller off, but the swift motion against Royce's crotch seemed to do little but excite her more. Xenobia could feet a wetness on her leg between Royce's thighs as the woman continued to grind against her.

The mystic gave a pouty look. "Oh, I'm not good enough for you, then?" she asked in obviously faked disappointment. "I bet you wouldn't turn Ghaleon away if he were in my place, would you?" A mischievous smile curled upwards on Royce's black lips. "Then just pretend these are Ghaleon's hands," she said, letting go of Phacia's hand on her breast and grabbing the white bra that held Xenobia's together, plucking the hook in the middle apart with a finger and watching as Xenobia's tits bounced a bit before pinching at her nipple. "Pretend it's his fingers inside you. I can even pretend to be him if you like." She took a deep breath.

"Time to die!" Royce yelled as she shoved two fingers into Xenobia's pussy. She drew out a short gasp of pleasure, and when she heard it leaned forward, her black lips near Xenobia's ears. "Yeah, just like that. Just think of his hand." She moved her head down, kissing the part of Xenobia's red tattoo on her breast. "His lips." And she slid off of Xenobia's legs, deliberately rubbing herself against the soft skin as she moved, until she was on her hands and knees before the blonde woman. "His tongue." She brought her head between Xenobia's legs, underneath her long skirt.

At her mention of tongue, Royce felt Phacia's begin to slide up and down her wet cunt, teasing it without actually going inside, causing the blonde woman's hips to tremble a bit with lusty anticipation. Royce's tongue was not as subtle, and she aggressively licked inside of Xenobia. She wrapped her hands around Xenobia's waist, gripping tightly as she tasted the blonde woman's building wetness. If her mouth were not pressed inside Xenobia's hips, Royce would have allowed herself a smile to christen her victory, but she was more than content to savor it in different ways. Such as the taste and the moans, and the feeling of Phacia's tongue teasing at her cunt from behind. Despite being stuck in the Frontier, despite the coldness she felt on her exposed skin, Royce couldn't help but feel that life was good, at least for a few minutes.

Phacia was beginning to feel urges of her own, hearing the cries of the other two, and a gloved hand started to slip underneath her blue dress, and two fingers started alternating inside of her as she stopped licking the surface of Royce's cunt and pushed her tongue inside. Nash's taste still lingered in her, overpowered but not gone, but Phacia didn't mind. She enjoyed these moments of closeness and intimacy with her sisters too much to let it get in the way of something that made her feel so alive, something that reminded her that there was joy in life, that perhaps Althena hadn't completely forsaken them. How would a life without the Goddess contain something like this - the warmth and softness of their bodies pressed against one another, the passion of their kisses and the pleasure of their fingers?

Even Xenobia, so infatuated with the Magic Emperor above all others, almost to the point of obsession, was getting into it. Her eyes were closed, her mouth half-open in stilted gasps of oral pleasure, and she reached down, grasping Royce's head and pulling it as tight as she could between her legs. "Don't stop," she rasped in a complete one-eighty from her earlier protests. Despite her devotion to Ghaleon, Xenobia had to admit that Royce's tongue was every bit as magical as her crystal ball. To feel the tip of it circling her clit like that, she new it was only a matter of time before her pleasure crested and - "Ah! - she came.

Royce pulled her head from beneath Xenobia's dress, the white liquid on her lip contrasting with her black smile. "I just knew you'd--Keep going--I knew you'd come around, Xenobia," she said to both of them, resting her head in Xenobia's lap as Phacia worked her magic. Royce closed her eyes, concentrating only on the feelings, the warmth of Xenobia's body in her arms, of her legs beneath her head, she could feel the blonde woman's body moving slowly with her breath, and of course, she concentrated on the feeling of Phacia's tongue inside her until she couldn't take it anymore. She clenched her teeth together, holding back a scream as she squeezed tightly her sister's body. A loud, long moan and she collapsed, her hips lowering to the ground as her knees buckled beneath her. Much better than Nash, she thought to herself.

Phacia's moans did not escape Xenobia's notice, and as she softly stroked the seer's head in her lap, she smiled at her silver-haired sister. "Let me do that for you," Xenobia said to her, noticing Phacia's hand beneath her dress, and it would be selfish if she didn't give Phacia the same treatment that she had just received, that Phacia had given Royce. She slowly, gently rolled the fortune teller to the side, off of her legs so that she could pull Phacia closer, replacing the woman's hand with her own. There was an expected wetness between the preistess' pale legs, quickly slicking over Xenobia's hand as she inserted her fingers into her pussy, rubbing her palm against the front of it.

"Oh--Xenobia," she said before leaning forward, kissing the blonde woman deep on the lips, breathing heavy into her mouth as her body writhed in her arms. Their tongues slithered against each other, and Phacia's hands grabbed at Xenobia's back. Her gloves prevented her fingernails from scratching flesh, but she left two sticky trails behind the fingers she was using on herself, diagonal down the back of Xenobia's shoulder. Involuntarily, her back arched, and her lips were pulled away from Xenobia's in the motion, allowing her to call out her pleasure to the black skies. "Oh goddess, oh--Oh Althena!" she shouted on the verge of orgasm, and before she could take that last step to her climax, the motion of Xenobia's fingers stopped.

The woman's face was alight with a scorn, bliss replaced with disdain as her free hand slammed onto the stone wall she leaned against. "No!" Xenobia shouted in anger, "You do not call her name!" she demanded. "Althena abandoned us all - twice - so don't go offering your pleasure to her." The goddess was a hot-button for Xenobia, drawing out a burst of anger built upon a lifetime of hatred every time her name is mentioned. "She doesn't deserve it."

Phacia held her tongue, she never agreed with Xenobia's stance but she couldn't truly argue with it for a number of reasons - least of all that they were mid-coitus and she was just on the edge of orgasm, gyrating her hips on Xenobia's hand. "Alright, just," the priestess embraced her sister, pulling her close, "Just please keep going."

"Come on--Xenobia, finish her--ah--off," Royce chimed in with a whisper, her black lips at Xenobia's ear. She reached a hand up to the tattooed woman's large breast, kneading it in her palm, pressing their bodies together while her fingers worked hard between her legs. Her breath was steady and heavy in Xenobia's ear, and beads of sweat rolled down her cheek to her chin, dripping onto the other woman's shoulder.

"Yes!" Phacia yelled out when Xenobia obliged to her sisters' wishes, her loud voice drowning out the cries and groans of the workers just outside. It didn't take but a few strokes of her fingers to make Phacia come, she was so close already. As her body went limp at the moment of climax, she rolled to the side onto Royce, who slowly wrapped her arms around Phacia's midsection. She was pressed between Phacia and the wall of the chamber, holding the priestess in her arms, her legs spread around her.

Royce felt a sticky pair of fingers between her legs, the same fingers that Xenobia had just used to bring out Phacia's orgasm, and she leaned her head on Xenobia's shoulder as the long-haired woman fingered her. The heat from their bodies made them forget the cold of the Frontier, and as they sat intwined in one another's warmth, they knew that the night was long from over.