A Drow's Dilemma Ep. 77: Althaia

Althaia giggled again, a sort of half-laugh half-moan that began with amusement and ended with erotic pleasure. "I had noticed." She replied, purple eyes sparkling. "I am learning to appreciate without lusting, something that many nymphs never do. But, I still have some nice lust for you..." she accented this with the hand on Ashyr's thigh slipping in a little, her thumb just brushing the drow's lower lips.

"I would be insulted if you didn't," Ashyr told her with a soft moan of her own. She loved the teasing feel of Althaia's thumb, but she yearned for more than just a tease. Her hips shifted in her hand, and Ashyr sat up. Then her arms encircled the other woman to pull her into a brief yet passionate kiss.

With the shift of Ashyr's hips to bring her womanhood forward, Althaia stopped the teasing and started stroking. Her other hand went to Ashyr's neck, pulling her that much more into the kiss. When it broke, she grinned, meeting Ashyr's red eyes with her purple ones. "The eyes are the windows of the soul, and mine do not lie."

"Shall we see if we can turn those blue before the night is over?" She asked, reminding herself of the time when she and Althaia first pleasured each other, back in that cavern next to the nymph pool.

Not for the first, nor for the last time that night, Althaia giggled. Her adroit fingers kept at Ashyr's pussy, thumb rubbing her clit, a finger stroking the inside. "I love it when you talk dirty." She replied, eyes sparkling with humor. The hand behind Ashyr's neck slid to her chin, lifting the drow's mouth towards her own.

A short burst of laughter answered Althaia's giggle. "Oh, that was hardly dirty." She responded in a husky, aroused tone. Ashyr then met Althaia's lips again, this time lingering and exploring her mouth until she could not kiss her any longer for lack of breath. All the while, her hips subtly rolled against the nymph's pleasuring hand and the upper half of her body pressed forward to try to get the nymph to lie flat on the bed.

"But the implications..." Althaia replied before the kiss. During the kiss, she worked with Ashyr's hip-rolling to continue to stroke her pussy, and leaned back with Ashyr's gentle pressuring until she was lying down fully. With the end of the kiss, she looked up at the drow, eyes sparkling with amusement. "You do seem to like the top position, don't you?" She observed. "Not that I mind."

"Honestly? I like any position these days," she said. Her voice was beginning to have a breathless quality as she felt her body heat up and become that much closer to orgasm with each delicious stroke of Althaia's fingers. "It's nice to be back on top, though. The men up here like to take charge, I've noticed."

"Not every man is Caleldir or Tsabdrin, after all," Althaia replied, her digits continuing to busily move. "I would think that Phanuel, for instance, would like to be 'in charge'." She sighed, the hand not at Ashyr's nethers moving to squeeze at the other woman's nipples. "But with true intimacy such power plays tend to cease."

"The power- play is... fun-" Ashyr tried to say, but Althaia's hands were making it exceedingly difficult to form a coherent sentence.

"I cannot argue with that," the nymph replied. It really was, if playful. "But the urgency is said to go out, replaced with something... else."

The drow's dark body arched, and she let out a groan that dripped with lust and pleasure. Ashyr's head dropped to mouth at the nymph's perfect neck and collarbone. Finally, her body shuddered and exploded with climax. Her body pressed against Althaia, white against black, feminine perfection against a warrior's body, but just as female. "What do we know about true intimacy, though?" she asked softly, breathlessly.

When she was finished, Althaia wrapped her arms around Ashyr's lower back, holding her tightly. "Not much," Althaia admitted, a mixture of arousal and wry longing in her tone. "Not yet. I hope to learn one day."

"That sounds nice," Ashyr sighed. "Terrifying, but nice." Her words were slightly muffled, as her face was nuzzled into Althaia. The drow took several deep breaths to recover and enjoy her afterglow a moment or two longer.

"Caleldir was telling me about it." Althaia remembered. "Said it was something that he had read in a love story. A man from a society that knew nothing but power taught love by a gentle woman from a simpler culture."

"Can't believe what you read in stories." Ashyr said with a shrug.

"It is still nice to believe some of it." Althaia sighed out. The room fell into comfortable silence for a few minutes after that.

When adequately recovered, Ashyr looked up at Althaia with a playful light in her eyes. "Move up." She said simply as she lifted herself up to allow the other woman to do as she asked. "It's your turn."

She shifted her body upwards as Ashyr had told her. "My turn?" She asked Ashyr with innocence in her expression. "My turn for what?"

The drow ran a hand down Althaia's leg, and began to kiss along the inner line of the opposite leg, moving upwards towards her womanhood. "Your turn." She repeated again, though she knew full well that Althaia was feigning innocence.

Althaia lay back and closed her eyes, feeling the drow's fingers and lips. "Oh. That is what you meant..." she said, still feigning ignorance.

"I want to taste you." And with that, Ashyr's lips pressed against Althaia's netherlips. Then her tongue arched out to lick her from her vaginal entrance to the top of her beautiful mound.

Althaia's moan made Ashyr grin, as many things in the world did. She brought her tongue back down and focused on Althaia's clit. She deftly flicked it back and forth in teasing motions before the flat of her tongue pressed against Althaia's sex and undulated against it. Meanwhile, her fingers danced against the nymph's inner leg. Soon, those digits found the other woman's entrance and slid inside her core. First one finger, then another. They curled towards Ashyr's face and began to work in tandem with her tongue. Talking was over; Ashyr wanted to drive her friend to orgasm without distraction.

Though Althaia would have been happy to continue the conversation, well, there was not much else left to say. Not really. Instead, she gripped the sheets tightly as her legs and toes curled up a little. She was now really vocalizing her appreciation, though focusing on keeping her volume low for the sake of the rest of the castle.

"You are really practiced at this..." Althaia gasped out. The combination of tongue and finger was enough to drive her very quickly to orgasm, and soon her pussy was constricting and releasing as she silently called out her climax. When it was over, she let out a long breath she had been holding. It was clear that she was very much stifling her normal volume. She giggled a little. "Seems naughty, being quiet so no one can hear me. Gives it that little edge..." She looked down at Ashyr, purple eyes filled with mischief. "So, shall we see about eye-color changing again?"