Tales from the Goddess War Ch. 01: Emissary

"I'm not hurting you?" Madeline asked.

"Goddess no! Would you hurry up and get that inside of me? I can't take much more."

"I'll wait to lick you then," the princess said. "Let's find this Seat of Love and then I'll give you a good fucking to empty it out again."

Bemere had her first orgasm as Madeline's fingers slid into her sex, teasing and caressing. When the princess's rubbed against the hard little bump, a second orgasm hit her like a thunderbolt.

"Is that it?" Madeline asked, looking up at her.

Bemere nodded, breathlessly. "Your fingers feel so nice, just push against it firmly."

Madeline kept her eyes on Bemere's face as two fingertips found the right spot again. Then Bemere's eyes rolled back in her head as Madeline pinched the bud firmly. The elf cried out in a series of almost musical moans and her body shivered as though she was sitting on snowbank rather than embroidered pillows. The heat of the intense arousal spread through her body, bringing a flush to her chest and face.

"Let's make sure we've gotten it all," she heard Madeline say.

Then Bemere's back arched and she groaned at the feeling of fingers deep inside her, finding the bud again. She rubbed it firmly and there was an explosion behind Bemere's eyes as she lost herself in the wave of pleasure drowning her mind.

When she came to her senses again, Bemere found Madeline sprawled beside her on the low couch. The princess's legs were spread wide, one of her legs on top of Bemere's. Cal knelt in front of her, his mouth busily sucking and working her sex.

Bemere turned and found Madeline's lips with her own. The women shared deep, tongue caressing kisses as the princess repeatedly came on her husband's face.

Cal finished his task between his wife's legs and stood up. His rigid prick looked wonderful and Bemere really hoped she'd be allowed to try it out.

"I hope you're not finished," Madeline murmured, hand caressing Bemere's inner thigh.

"And I hope you can keep up," the elf teased her.