Sarlene's Touch Ch. 27

Calleslyn flicked her fingers, negating the prepared spell, and instead reached out to caress her partner's bare flank. The skin was smooth and soft, warm beneath her touch as she slid her hand round to feel the bumps along Imrilda's spine. The other woman certainly didn't seem to be so cold and distant now!

They broke apart, breathing heavily, and Imrilda gently, but forcefully pressed down on the elf's shoulders, pushing her down to lie among the scatter cushions. Calleslyn lay back, watching the other woman kneel over her, legs either side of her own. She still didn't know what to make of the turn of events, although it was difficult to drag her attention from the human's magnificent cleavage, now rising and falling most enticingly beneath the skimpy mail protection.

"You're not still trying to keep me here, are you?" she asked.

"Not for that reason," replied Imrilda, breathily. "If I were, would I do this?" she unbuckled the wide belt that held her sword, and threw both it and the weapon away to one side, out of easy reach. "You think only elven women have those sorts of desires?"

"I'm realising that it's more common among human women than I thought," admitted the magician.

"Perhaps this will demonstrate my sincerity," said Imrilda, reaching behind her back to undo the ties of her upper garment. She tossed it away, exposing her large, well rounded breasts.

Calleslyn slid her hands up the other woman's flanks, running over her ribs and then moving to fondle her breasts. Imrilda's nipples were pink and rosy, swelling as the elf's fingertips brushed over them. Whatever else she might be hiding, Calleslyn doubted the human woman could fake that reaction.

Imrilda leaned forward, pushing herself up on her hands and knees, poised over the magician, long blond hair cascading over her shoulders and large breasts hanging down. She bent down for another brief kiss, then pulled back to reach down and undo her skirt-like garment, throwing that beside another cushion. Underneath, she wore panties consisting of no more than a single piece of soft brown material held over her bare hips by a narrow thong.

The elf squeezed one of Imrilda's breasts, tweaking the nipple slightly beneath her fingers and drawing a pleasured grunt from her partner. At last, the human woman rolled over onto her back, hooking a leg around one of Calleslyn's to pull the elf over on top of her.

The magician lost no time in moving straight to those large breasts again, running her hands over every inch of them, kissing Imrilda's heaving cleavage, then fastening her mouth onto a long pink nipple, licking and sucking it, teasing it with the edge of her teeth. The warrior woman let out a soft moan, grinding her hips in a circular motion against the carpet beneath their entwined bodies.

"Mmm... you are good," said Imrilda contentedly as Calleslyn briefly licked the inner sides of both her breasts before moving the attentions of her tongue to the other side.

One of the human woman's hands wandered up to feel the curve of Calleslyn's slight breasts through the fabric of her dress, doubtless discovering that the elf's nipples were already hard with desire. But the magician pulled away from her, kneeling upright to take a good look at the almost naked woman laid out before her. She ran a hand over Imrilda's belly, teasing her finger into the navel, then moving down over her rounded hips.

She raised the woman's legs up one by one – Imrilda was no longer using them to hold her down – and slowly pulled off each long boot. The human woman wriggled her toes, and she kissed her ankles, sliding her tongue over the inside of her shin, then blowing gently against the backs of her knees. The warrior's legs were spread apart, the skimpy panties now her only remaining item of clothing. Calleslyn slid a hand down one shapely thigh to reach for the thong.

Before she knew it, Imrilda had twisted her legs around, and thrown her onto her back, once again leaning over her.

"Your turn to show," said the blonde warrior, "let me see what you have to offer."

She hiked Calleslyn's skirts up around her hips, running her hands over the exposed thighs then up into the back of her panties to feel her buttocks.

"You keep in good shape," she observed, "let me see the rest."

With some difficulty, for Imrilda was still holding her legs pinioned between her own, Calleslyn began to wriggle out of her dress. The other woman was soon helping her, divesting her of both the outer garment and the shift underneath. She cupped one of the elf's small breasts, rubbing the nipple with her thumb.

"I think my theory about elven women is looking pretty good at the moment, don't you?" she asked, bending down to kiss the magician before she could reply.

It was a long, passionate kiss, Calleslyn running her hands through the woman's hair and down her back as their breasts pressed together. The human's legs released their grip, as her hips began moving slightly against Calleslyn's own, and she took the opportunity to roll her partner over onto her back, into another pile of the scatter cushions.

She moved back onto her knees as Imrilda's hands wandered over her body, their soft touch enticing. The hands wandered lower, easing her panties down around her thighs. Imrilda stroked her exposed mound, riffling the soft hair there, and making appreciative sounds.

Calleslyn reached down, caressing her partner's thighs and hips for a moment, before pulling down her panties. Imrilda's blonde bush was thick, and the way her legs were already parted, holding the elf in position meant that her sex was fully exposed. Calleslyn ran a finger along it, finding it damp with anticipation. The warrior shivered at the touch, letting out a long gasp as the elf continued to rub her swollen and obviously eager lips.

Calleslyn eased a finger inside, rubbing gently as she did so, making the other woman squirm with desire. Imrilda's legs trembled as she let out a sobbing moan, and with a twist, Calleslyn was free of them, taking the opportunity to fully remove both her own panties and those of her partner. Imrilda sat up, and they embraced, kissing, hands exploring each other's bodies.

The human woman's kisses moved down her neck, over her collarbone, as Calleslyn arched her head backwards. Imrilda pressed her lips against each of the elf's nipples in turn, licking each with the tip of her tongue. Then she took Calleslyn's body in her hands, easing her slowly backwards and away. At first, the magician was unsure what the other woman wanted, but soon her legs were being adjusted, and they sat, half leaning away from each other, legs placed so that their pussies touched.

Imrilda began to rub herself up and down, their exposed and sensitive lips sliding against one another in a rhythmic motion. The warrior woman was flushed, eyes closed, and repeatedly gasping out loud, as her hips continued their delightful gyration against Calleslyn's own. The elf reached out to caress her partner's full breasts, admiring the way that they moved as Imrilda's cries became more urgent.

She pressed against the other woman, gently forcing her down onto her back, and breaking the embrace. Imrilda moaned in frustration until Calleslyn placed her hand back over the damp pussy, its juices now slightly mingled with her own. She slid a finger in, and then a second as Imrilda arched her back, thrusting her hips up into the air.

Calleslyn grabbed one of the cushions with her free hand, placing it beneath the warrior's buttocks to make her more comfortable. Imrilda was bucking against her slender hand, urging her to thrust more quickly, and Calleslyn obliged, drawing the loudest cries yet from the human woman. She continued the motion, pumping harder, rubbing her thumb against the other woman's clit, and admiring the increasingly rapid rise and fall of Imrilda's ample breasts.

Leaning over, without easing her ministrations on the woman's slick cunt, she once again took a long pink nipple in her mouth, kissing it and pressing her face into the softness of the mound. Imrilda came suddenly, crying out, and then panting heavily as she regained her breath, and slid away from the elf's still teasing fingers.

"I thought you would be good," she said, "but..." and then she trailed off as Callesyn manoeuvred herself over her face, dying for her own release, knowing that her own pussy was more than ready.

She felt Imrilda's probing finger on her clit, and sighed with relief as the warrior began to move it in gently circling motions. Soon the finger was moving deeper in, repeating her own urgent actions of just moments before. She lowered herself, until she felt the woman's tongue and lips begin to lick at her clit as the finger continued its rhythmic probing.

She was close, she knew, moving her hips back and forth in time, unable to prevent passionate moans from escaping her own lips. Imrilda's heavy breasts ground against her belly, nipples pressing into her flesh, as the finger reached its deepest yet and she felt a gentle suction on her clit that finally brought her over the edge.

She collapsed, rolling over to lie on the cushions as she regained her breath. After a moment, she rose onto one elbow, flipping a stray strand of hair out of her eyes. The warrior was still lying there, breasts rising and falling gently now, legs slightly apart, and with a deeply contented expression on her face.

Calleslyn got to her feet and walked over to the forgotten wine glass, thinking to quench her thirst. But as she raised it to her lips, she noticed an unmistakable tang to the bouquet that had not been there before. The wine was drugged, something that a mere human nose might have difficulty detecting. Imrilda obviously did not know elves quite as well as she had thought.

The warrior must have noticed her reaction, and hesitation with the wine glass, because, with a sudden curse, she rolled across the floor reaching for her discarded sword belt to draw the weapon.

Before she could even finish pulling it from the scabbard, Calleslyn's hand moved with a blur, and she muttered an incantation, flinging a burst of silvery blue light towards the woman. Imrilda's eyes closed, and she collapsed, the sword hilt falling from her numb fingers as a heavy sleep overtook her.

Calleslyn swore under her breath, and reached for her clothes, scattered among the cushions on the floor. As she finished pulling the shift over her head, there was a sudden bang behind her and she whirled to see a man standing in the suddenly open doorway.

He was dressed in long robes, decorated with abstract symbols, tall and with long hair so blonde it was almost white. She tried to cast another spell, but her hands were still caught in her clothing, and an instant later it was he who cast a spell, a flash of light filling her vision.

And then everything went black as Calleslyn slumped to the floor unconscious.