The Mis-Adventure’s of Mae and Ivory (Closed for Lexavier)

“Mmm. Don’t thank me. It was your stupid ring that started it,” Mae murmured softly, though her tone was playful. Her fingers continued their idling stroking of Ivory’s sides for some time, in those blessed moments where they just lay against one another. The warmth of the elf’s frame was so very welcome, Mae had never felt so comfortable and cozy after such a fitful coupling. Typically she would just shove off the sweating brute to catch her breath, but this body against her own was something else. Mae began to drift off as her mind lingered on such. She answered Ivory’s initial sentence with a soft snort, her dark lashes fluttering briefly before her gaze opened once more. With a sigh Mae finally moved, pushing up onto one elbow as she peered down at Ivory with those jade orbs. Perhaps before she would have given the elf a stern look and a witty comeback to her obvious stumblings. Yet Mae found them rather endearing and adorable, that much was evident as that smile, as lopsided as always, lingered upon her lips.

“If I didn’t know any better I would think the stuffy elf was asking me to accompany her to the Capital,” Mae’s voice was teasing, her fingers playfully tickled at her side before she leaned closer. Her plush lips were but an inch from Ivory’s own as she spoke, allowing them to brush against one another with each word.

“To tell you the truth, I have no idea where I was going. Looking for work mostly. But if I can have this foxy elf warming me every night...well...I just might follow you to the seven hells and back,” She whispered those words softly and sweetly and hovered there, letting her lips linger against Ivory’s for a moment more before she drew back.

As Mae moved closer, Ivory's breath caught, those penetrating eyes, the smirk that made the butterflies launch in her stomach. What was she becoming when she couldn't even look upon her without reacting so unequivocally.
He nose wrinkled, "Stuffy?" he murmered, those tantalising lips brushing her own. She let out a light giggle, her smile widening with Mae's response. "I would very much appreciate the company." Ivory swung her legs free as she pulled herself up into a sitting position. "Now.. talking of company" she seemed to grasp at her confidence again. "I'm going for a shower..." she left it hanging, the invitation clear as she stood slowly and sauntered towards the bathroom door.
She paused at the doorwell, looking over her shoulder as she wiggled her bum. Making sure Mae was looking, she gave a playful wink and disappeared inside, leaving the door a jar.

Mae let that smile linger upon her lips even as she pulled back slowly. She heard the rustling of the sheets and saw Ivory swing those long legs over the edge of the bed. Without as much as a hint of grace she flopped onto her back and arched her back, one arm drawing above her head and the other out-stretched. She curled her legs and stretched, her mouth drifting open as a rather loud yawn escaped past those plush lips.

“Mmmmm,” She murmured lowly, though a soft bout of laughter overtook her softly as Ivory spoke. “I had meant to do that before you shook your tits at me and cast your spell,” Mae retorted easily, pushing up into a sitting position her flaming hair wild from the time spent rolling on the bed. Her eyes seemed to flash in the dim light as Ivory left those words hanging, a knowing smile tugging at her lips as she took swung her legs off the bed and slid to her feet. She was in time to catch that delightful shake of that toned backside, a soft giggle coming from her throat. Mae snorted at the rather high-pitched bit of laughter coming from her, silently cursing herself for but a moment before she stretched again and sauntered towards the door that Ivory had left ajar. The room itself was small and squared, with a sink and a large tub sunk into the floor. Mae ran one hand through her short mane, scratching the back of her head lazily as she rounded the corner into the bathroom proper.

As Mae appeared round the door, Ivory was already running the water. She spun on her heels and with a flout of laughter, she pounced, pressing Mae hard against the wall and kissing her soundly. After lingering in that sweet kiss, she pulled away slowly, grinning from ear to ear. "I didn't hear you complaining." she giggled, teasing her fingertips across the flesh of her breasts before stepping away.

With a sultry expression, she stepped backward under the spray of water. The clear liquid ran down the curves of her body, eliciting a soft sigh as Ivory tilted her head back, letting the cool water run through her hair. Slowly she returned her gaze to Mae and beckoned to her...

The barbarian hadn’t been expecting this. As she passed the threshold she took in that pale frame near the water, yet Ivory moved far faster than Mae was anticipation. Her mind was still reeling from the passionate moment they shared only a few moments ago. With a gasp she felt the wall against her bare shoulders, her frame tensed and trembled for but a moment before she felt those silken lips press against her own. Mae relaxed and melted against that kiss, letting it linger on its own accord before Ivory drew back. That grin she was wore infectious, Mae couldn’t help her own smirk that drifted out readily across her face.

“Me? Complain?” She clucked her tongue against the rough of her mouth in a soft tsk. Those jade orbs shimmered lightly as they lingered upon the elf as she slid under the faucet and allowed the water to rush over her svelte frame. Greedily it devoured her and caused the light to dance across those sinful curves. Her skin was already so pale that she seemed to shimmer in the soft light. Mae let out a low rumble of a purr, a sultry laugh as she strode forth without another thought. Her hands sought Ivory’s slender sides and offered a playful tickle to her damp flesh. Mae bowed her head and slid under the rush of water, that short mane darkening as the water soaked it. She lingered there for but a moment as the water rushed over her before she snapped her head back and those jade eyes flickered open fully.

Ivory could not stop her hands from exploring the woman she held before her. The water seemed to accentuate every curve. Her fingertips found and followed the thin scars across Mae's skin. 'This woman had seen some battles', she thought to herself. Mae luxuriated in the water, tossing her head back. Ivory loved the way her wet hair clung to her face, and as the water washed away the days wearyness, so too was her passion and hunger renewing for this woman.

Suddenly, Ivory turned away from her new lover, smiling to herself as she bent at the waist. It was a slow movement that gave Mae plenty of time to appreciate Ivory's toned behind as she grasped the soap stone...

Mae tensed and shivered all the same as Ivory’s hands explored her body. The light seemed to catch on that sun kissed flesh as the water ran down it in rivulets. The scars seemed more pronounced with the wetness, all hard earned and badges of honor. Mae tensed visibly as Ivory’s hand traveled over a rather long, straight line of a scar that transferred her taut lower abdomen. Yet the tense was released with a quivering shake and a husky bout of laughter. Her angular, beautiful visage was framed by that slick, wet mane which hung heavily from the moisture. Mae felt the combined passions upon her inner thighs and even her lips and chin drifting away under the constant flow of water, though it was not enough to rid her of some of the dirt and blood that still clung to her frame.

Mae watched as Ivory turned from her and bent at the waist, collecting the soap that lay so close at hand. She seemed to do this more for the effect than anything, or at least Mae thought. Without thinking she ran a hand against Ivory’s inner thighs, her fingers tickling at her flesh before they slid over those soft petals of her sex, damp from the water.

“Such a beautiful position,” Mae said over the drone of the water, her other hand sliding over the firm definition of that pert backside, only to offer a rather sharp slap. The water added to the effect, making it sound louder than it should and feel far sharper as well. It had perhaps been only a few moments since she felt her own release, yet already Mae felt a hunger rising within her that couldn’t be denied. “I think your ass was made to be displayed like this.”

Gasping, Ivory's legs shuddered as Mae trailed her fingers over her mound, pleasure spiking through her tensed body. She yelped with the slap, almost toppling forward as the pleasant burning tingled in her behind. After a little bum wiggle, she finally, reluctantly, straightened up. She turned to Mae, her wet hair falling across her face, a look of lust playing across her soft expression.

The soap effervesced in her hands as she traded places with Mae, trying to ignore the excited feelings of the water splashing against her breasts, and trickling down her little slit. Soaping her hands thoroughly, she brought them to Mae's belly, swirling and lathering the foamy bubbles across her skin. It was a tender act, but the look in Ivory's eye was one of desire. She slowly began to cup and wash Mae's soft globes, lifting and circling them, her fingers travelling every inch and paying particular attention to those hard nipples...

Mae let her hands linger as long as they could, though all too soon Ivory shifted and turned back towards her. Her movements were graceful and Mae got lost in them for the moment, till she found herself in her lover’s former spot. She almost thought to complain, yet already she felt those soapy hands her frame. She tensed at the touch and quirked a curious brow. She remained standing at her spot regardless though, finding the sensation of another running their hands over her frame spreading the foaming spray about her sun kissed flesh. It was only as those hands sought her breasts, those firm, ripe swells that arched so proudly forth, that Mae felt the tingle of arousal again. There was no denying the look upon the beautiful face of Ivory, just at the same thing she could not deny just how tender her touch was. Mae felt her nipples hardening shortly after that touch, without thought Mae nibbled her bottom lip as those jade orbs drank in the elf before her. She wanted to reach out and take the elf in her arms, yet for the moment she simply let her wash away dirt and grime of the day’s events, though Mae couldn’t help but think they were going to just replace it all too soon.

Ivory could see Mae's restraint, the tension in her limbs, the chewing of her lip. But Ivory would not be rushed. She took her time, methodically rubbing every part of Mae's torso with soapy foam. Without a word, she placed her hands on Mae's shoulders and urged her to turn around. With her hair as short as it was, Ivory had an easy time rubbing Mae's back. She worked quicker now over the muscled flesh till she could get to where she wanted to me, her bottom.

She squeezed the firm glutes, making them slippery and soapy. Ivory sank to her knees so she could move down to Mae's legs, slipping her hands against her inner thighs, the tops of her fingers grazing that beautiful sex. Ivory loved to tease, and she was sure Mae knew it too. She'd wash down her leg, feeling every contor of those toned muscular Barbarian legs, and up again till her index finger touched lips... before dipping down the other leg...

With each passing moment Mae found herself relaxing further. She was not use to such treatment, though Mae thought for a moment she could get use to it. Each touched caused that frame to tense and quiver, Mae felt her arousal for Ivory rising with each stroke of her delicate, soapy digits over her. Yet to her surprise she urged her to move without a word to turn away from her. Mae complied, though not without a raised brow and a curious look upon her face.

It was then that she displayed that firm backside, taut and toned from constant activity. The water caught the light on those rounded curves of flesh, which tensed as Ivory’s hand slid out over them. Mae inhaled lightly as she felt those hands continue to travel over her, over her mound briefly. She tensed and released a light murmur of a sigh. She cast a glance over her shoulder though she couldn’t see the elf from her kneeling position.

“You keep this up and I’m going to expect it,” She retorted in a teasing tone, one hand sliding out over her taut stomach, a flutter within causing her to pause. Never had Mae thought she would enjoy such a thing as this, especially the teasing. Yet Mae had to admit she was loving every minute of it and her body could not deny the fact. As those fingers teased her flesh Mae felt the fire building within her and she knew she couldn’t resist herself for much longer.

Ivory let out a soft laugh in reply. She never though she would receive pleasure from the simple act of washing another. Every inch of skin was facinating to touch, to caress. She was relentless though, there was no place her hands didn't go. She even briefly glided them between those toned cheeks, making sure every part of Mae was slippery and clean.

Slowly she got to her feet, Mae's whole body was tensed like she was ready to pounce. Ivory slipped her arms around her, loving the way their bodies slipped together. As she pressed her lips to Mae's neck, puckering the skin, she trailed a hand down and cupped her sex. She purred into her ear as those soapy fingers trailed back and forth, her middle finger slipping between them...

Mae had never felt such delicate hands roam over her body from literal head to toe. She rubbed and caressed, kneaded and raked those delicate fingers over every inch. No one had ever been allowed to have such free reign over that toned, lush frame; Mae herself couldn’t remember the last time she had been so lathered in suds. She rarely had time to pamper herself, something like bathing and showering was typically done out in the wild, in a rushing stream if at all. This was what dainty women did, or perhaps nobility in their vast manses with a multitude of servants. No doubt more than a few nobles had a servant with the title “Royal ball washer”. Mae couldn’t help but snigger at her own thought, ah, how she had simply lost herself in that touch; never had Mae got so lost in thought with another so close. She heard as much as she felt Ivory rising behind her and pressed her frame against her backside.

Mae silently marveled at just how perfectly they fit against one another, the firm swell of her backside nestling soundly against the elf’s hips. Though before the barbarian could comment on such she felt those lips against her neck, ah, how this thrice damned elf knew just where to kiss her. Mae swore to herself she had used some magic to befoul her mind and enflame her senses. Never had she simply burned for another after a gentle touch as she did Ivory. It took all her strength not to turn and smash her lips against Ivory’s own. No, she would savor these sweet moments, those tender kisses and soft flesh for the moments where she had nothing but a bedroll and her cloak to shelter her from the cold. With a whisper Mae murmured Ivory’s name as she lost herself in elf all over again, yet she was brought back to the world, the rush of the shower as she felt a hand cup her mound, a slender finger gliding across her damp folds to spread them slightly. Mae gasped softly, her back arching as she felt the slight pressure. Her powerful frame trembled and one hand swept out over Ivory’s forearm. Her fingers splayed and she gently grasped at her wrist, as if to halt her from going further. Slowly she canted her head to the side to peer at the elf over her shoulder. She did not speak, no, but the look in those jade orbs was far more profound than any words could ever hope to be. She let her gaze linger upon Ivory for several moments before her hand slid down over Ivory’s, interlacing her fingers with her own and her own digits slid out over her nether folds.

“Yes,” Mae finally whispered, biting down upon her bottom lip as those shapely hips slowly began to rotate, grinding against the combined set of fingers as they teased her sex. “Do you feel that heat?” She began, a soft, husky whisper of a moan as she moved her fingers in turn with Ivory’s own. “That…uhgn…is just for you. You make me so hot…I can’t help myself…”

Mae seemed to be the perfect partner. Her restraint allowed Ivory to feel in control, to be able to take her time and experience something so simple and yet so different. The stuck up men within the order would choke if they heard she had done something as menial as wash another person, would they understand the tenderness and the intimacy it brought? She wouldn't have until this very moment.

The whispering of her name too was a shock to her system, the passion interlaced with those three syllables was breathtaking. Ivory held her tightly as her back arched in reaction to the slender digits working their way up and down Mae's wet petals. Ivory met Mae's gaze as she looked round, as her own hand grasped Ivory's. A soft moan escaped Ivory's lips at Mae's erotic words. "I feel it Mae.." she breathed as together they worked, rubbing and touching. Gently, Ivory slid down a little further, and with a curled finger, found entrance to Mae's body. "You're all mine.." she breathed, a sly smile on her lips.

Mae’s frame tensed to the very core as she felt that finger slipping within her and bringing with it such pleasure. She did not try to fight back the shuddering gasp of a moan that escaped past her plush lips. No, if only in the arms of this elf could Mae relent control. While Ivory had teased her with finger, tongue, and honeyed words Mae felt no malice from this one; nothing but a burning desire that Mae could not help but reciprocate. Toned thighs trembled as Mae spread them slightly, giving her lover full access. Yet it was not just the slender digits of the elf that roamed over her most sensitive of areas, Mae’s own continued to roam, intermingled with her own as they began to spread those folds and gain further entrance. Her free hand grasped at Ivory’s forearm tightly, as if she meant to pull it away. But never did she do such, by the gods no! Never had she felt such pleasure from something that wasn’t solid and rigid and connected to a man’s loins.

It was the last few words Ivory spoke that caused Mae to moan all over again. It was a gasping rush of air, a flicker of light gleaming in those jade orbs. Had anyone ever said that to her even in jest she would have made them swallow their teeth at the least. Yet now those words, spoken so slyly, a hush of a whisper in her ear lost in the rush of water about them, caused Mae to tremble all over again. The moments spent on the bed had been intense though relatively short lived. Mae had been sated for the moment yet now it was as if they hadn’t even happened. She felt insatiable, filled with a lust, a desire that she never knew she could feel. She literally ached for that touch, didn’t her moan simply scream such already?

“Yours,” Mae said brokenly, between heated, labored breaths. Already her passions trickled down her inner thighs, mixing and mingling in the water. “We’re going to need to wash all over again.” Mae found her voice briefly just as she tilted her head to the side and nipped at the elf’s jawline.

Through that single digit, Ivory felt like she had total control of the powerful woman in her arms. Every twitch, shiver and moan a direct cause from that curled finger. As Mae parted herself for her lover, Ivory slowly slid a second finger inside to join the first just as Mae gripped her arm. For the briefest moment Ivory thought it a sign to stop, but knew it was not that at all.

The warm arousal passing over her fingers made Ivory's tongue long for another taste, but there was a far more pressing matter to attend to first. "Not until I draw that climax from you..." she whispered in retort, their lips so close, just brushing... Ivory slowly began to draw those digits back and forth, exploring everywhere inside until she found that most sensitive spot.

The time before had been so heated, so swift, so furious. But now Ivory’s fingers travelled in such a slow pace, not so much teasing as almost exploring, worshipping Mae’s flesh. Perhaps for that moment when Mae found her voice she had worked up some resolve to move, to turn the situation around, something, anything! Yet as she felt that second finger gliding over her, over those sensitive spots of her frame anything resembling such faltered and faded away. Mae could not move from her lover’s touch, instead her hips rocked out against it. How easily Ivory found just where to touch her, where to move those hands precisely. Those nimble digits made Mae melt and moan sweetly, her voice rising once more as she simply closed her eyes and gave in. Her hand that had been interlaced with Ivory’s simply slid away and that arm raised and curled about the elf’s head, resting against the back of her head as she tilted her own back. She did not stop until she felt herself resting against Ivory’s shoulder. The other that had gripped her arm tightly slid away as well, reaching for that sleek frame of her lovers. Mae’s moans only rose as she moved in time with Ivory’s fingers, her own raking out against the alabaster flesh of her lover’s side.

“Ahhn, yes!” Mae cried as her back fully, thrusting her ample swells out towards the water. The combination of the constant flowing water and Ivory’s all too skilled touch was driving her mad! Fingers gripped at her flesh, at her hair as she ground her hips feverishly against Ivory, her bottom lip gnashed upon as her pleasure was released through her nostrils in a sharp huff. Never had Mae felt herself growing so close so fast, never had she been so thoroughly aroused both mentally and physically. A flush crept out over her cheeks and down her neck and those lips parted fully yet again. For a moment nothing came out though, a silent scream as her eyes flickered open briefly, only to roll into the back of her head. Only then did Mae scream as she felt an unbelievably intense release, a climax so immense it stole her breath away and shattered her mind. But still those sweet moans came and Ivory’s name called on high.

Ivory fully understood just what it meant when Mae submitted to her. The relaxing of her limbs, the arm loosely wrapped about her neck. It spoke more about their connection than any words could. This powerful woman, brought down by two quivering digits. Their bodies moved as one, Mae's hips grinding against Ivory's as she drew closer and closer to that edge...

Oh that release! Never before had Ivory felt so satisfied to bring another to orgasm. With the men she usually toyed with, the eruption was usually a sign of the end. A bitter parting that left her wanting. This was so different. Each cry, moan, shudder, whimper, rush of arousal and sensitive shiver was one of profound gratification. She held the woman tightly in her arms, nibbling on her shoulder, a massive happy grin on her face. As it slowly subsided, she withdrew her hand but didn't move from that position, just stood there holding her close in her glow. After a few more moments did she bring her fingers up to her mouth to clean them, her lick lapping out at that sweet juice, letting out a little "mmm" of appreciation.

Mae almost crumbled against the lithesome frame of Ivory. Still she shuddered, quivering as the pleasure tingled through her frame and left her legs feeling heavy. Still she fought to catch her breath, her gaze closing fully. Her hands remained against her frame, her hair as he turned her head just as Ivory brought those fingers to her mouth. With a soft murmur she sought those lips, her frame turning slowly in her grasp. She found her hands cupping the elf’s cheeks, holding her softly as she let those plush lips press against her own.

With a murmur she melted into that kiss, simply lingering there for long moments before her hands slid away and her arms curled about the other’s shoulders. “You fucking mages and your hands…” She whispered breathlessly in that soft tone, a lazy smile playing over her lips as she let the kiss come to a sweet end. Those jade orbs lay hidden partially behind heavy lids and for the moment the barbarian wore a rather curious look upon her face, one of contentment. It lingered for long moments as she peered at the elf, though all too soon her arms slid from Ivory’s shoulders. Gently they came to grasp her shoulders, only to turn that frame away from her own. Mae forced the elf to bend at the waist, to display that firm backside to her view.

“But I’m equally adapt with my hands,” Mae retorted softly then, only to grasp Ivory by the back of the neck and hold her in place. She did not force the elf, no, though her hand was there almost just for show. Already her other hand slid out over that arse, smoothing over one cheek before she offered a sharp slap, watching as the flesh jostled and the air sang with that sharp wet crack. “And now it’s my turn to make you mine…”

Mae turned in her arms, and they embraced, their lips meeting as two lovers should. A long sweet kiss that seemed to last for an age. She giggled lightly at Mae's words, idly brushing the wet hair out of Mae's face. Now that it was not covered in blood and dirt, Ivory found she was even more beautiful. An hour or so ago, if someone had told her that she would make such passionate love with a beauty such as this, she would have set that person on fire for their lies.

Slowly, Ivory felt Mae begin to assert her own control, that firm grasp on her shoulders brought a sly smile to her lips. She turned slowly at her urgings, trying to keep eye contact for as long as possible. And then she was bending down, much as she had when she had picked up the soap stone. She felt that hand on her neck, offering just enough resistance to not be forceful yet it told Ivory where Mae wanted her.

A yelp escaped her as the slap sent a curious mix of pleasure and pain. "Yessss" she hissed throatily, in response to Mae's words. She gave her hips a little wiggle, shivering in anticipation.

How quickly the roles changed, the once dominate elf easily bending her will and hissing her desires, Mae couldn’t help but admire that frame as it shivered before her. Her hand tightened upon her neck, if only to show that it was still there and she was under her control. The hand that had offered that sharp slap gingerly kneaded the very spot she had slapped, rubbing in the pain for that brief moment before her hand began to roam once again. It trailed over the firm swells of Ivory’s backside, groping and tugging, teasing and slapping, pinching and raking that sweet flesh; each cheek in turn was given an ample amount of attention before Mae let her fingertips trail out over the crevice of her arse. The tip of her idle finger briefly teased at the elf’s puckered nether entrance, a teasing pressure that threatened to claim her yet disappeared just as easily to trail down further over those glistening folds. Mae inhaled softly as she felt the warmth against her fingers, undeniable even through the rush of water.

“So soft and sweet,” She retorted lightly, her fingers sliding out across those glistening folds and slowly spreading them apart. The pads of her digits trailed out over her clit in a slow, circular fashion before pressing forth with her middle and index fingers. Mae nibbled her bottom lip as she felt her fingers penetrating Ivory, unable to deny the tightness about her digits. “You like that baby?” She whispered huskily, even as she wiggled her hand and rocked her fingers back and forth, teasing at her entrance before they pressed further within her.

Ivory bit her lip softly as that hand tightened around the back of her neck. She would never thought she'd ever get a thrill from subservience, but then she guessed this was for her pleasure so that was why her nethers dripped with her arousal. The skin of her ass cheeks burned a red hand print where Mae had slapped it. She softly moaned, letting Mae know that she loved her hands on her firm flesh before gasping, her eyes widening as she felt the pressure on her anus. She thought for sure that Mae was about to insert it, and then it was gone, moving on to the next destination that left Ivory with a little disappointment.

That feeling didn't last long at all. Her legs almost gave way underneath her as she felt herself opened. She let her head hang, the wet dark hair falling about her face as she almost purred. Those fingers pressed inside her and she answered Mae's question with a resounding "Yes! Oh fuck that feels so good" her hips rocked back against her hand, willing her deeper. So much like her own fingers when she was alone but their wild, mind of their own was so much better. Ivory's hands went to hold her breasts, twinging the nipples gently... "Oh Mae..." she breathed..

She had never truly enjoyed touching another before as she did now. Of course, she had never ran her hands over another woman’s body, never pressed her fingers within and felt the undeniable heat of arousal. She had felt such of her own body but that was no comparison of this moment, how it made her heart race and a tingle of excitement ripple through her entire frame. From her position behind Ivory she saw that frame take in every moment of pleasure, she saw every twitch of her muscles, every shudder and hear every breath. The very sight drove her on, how she felt her blood literally burning in her veins with desire. Mae inhaled sharply as she pressed her hand flush against Ivory’s flesh, those two digits pressing within her as far as they could. The sight of that pert cheeks spread with her hand buried between them, leading to those toned and trembling thighs, was a sight to behold. Yet Mae did not simply let it linger, already she began to draw her hand back, withdrawing those slender digits before forcing them flush against her yet again. A smug smile drifted across her lips as she felt those inner muscles tightening once more about her fingers, ah, Mae couldn’t help but think of the hard time a fully erect male would have forcing themselves within her.

Yet something happened then, Mae faltered for a brief moment as Ivory breathed her name. The sound sent a tingle down her spine that Mae could not deny. She wanted Ivory at that moment more than she could comprehend, more than the current position could allow; it was one of pure dominance and while that was all well and arousing Mae suddenly felt she craved more.

“Ivory,” She retorted in a low tone, her hand slipping from her neck only to grasp at her shoulder. Those fingers slid from her depths with those movements, which only lead to Mae drawing Ivory back up into a standing position. Her arms engulfed the lithesome frame of the elf, one coiling about her waist and smoothing her palm down over her taut stomach and slipping between her thighs once more. The other sought her cheek only to urge her head to turn.

“Kiss me,” She whispered, half-demanding, half-begging. That hand slid away as Mae tilted her head forward and sought those plush lips of her lover’s. Even still it slid out over the impressive swells of her chest, cupping one breast even as she captured her nipple between two fingers and tugged wantonly.

Ivory wasn't sure how much more her legs would hold her. She had run long distances, stood casting spells for hours, and sorts of things during training that required stamina, and yet now her legs couldn't last moments under the powerful torment of those fingers inside her. She gasped loudly as Mae pumped her, sucking air into her lungs harshly.

She felt those husky syllables and the release of her neck, drawing herself up. Her cheeks were flushed crimson from having hung down as well as her arousal. Mae pressed herself to her, much like she had done moments ago, one hand sinking to her aching sex, the other tilting her head before grabbing her breasts. Ivory pressed back, happy to have a strong support, grinding her hips to Mae's hand urgently. She grinned, "Thought you'd never ask.." she whispered before crushing her lips to hers.

How Mae found she longed for that cocksure grin of Ivory’s. She was so confident, almost arrogant but what was Mae? The women had personalities that were very close to one another, no doubt that was something of an attraction. A soft moan of desire escaped from her throat as Mae’s lips pressed flush against Ivory’s, savoring the sensation of those silken lips. Eagerly her own parted, the tip of her tongue lashing out against the space between them begging for entrance. Never did those fingers slow in their pace against her, already they sought the space they had left moments ago. Those two middle digits wriggled against her glistening folds, their tips pressing flush against her sex and gaining a slow entrance all over again.

Once more Mae felt herself moaning against Ivory’s lips, even as their tongues coiled about one another, lulling each other into that urgent, erotic dance. Her other hand clung greedily to her lover’s breast before slowly drawing her nipple between her forefinger and thumb. Gingerly she pinched and twisted, tugging the sensitive nub every few moments while her palm kneaded that supple, firm flesh. With each passing moment her fingers hastened their assault, the soft, slick sound of her fingers slipping in and out echoing sharply about them. Whatever tenderness Mae had begun with was slow waning, being replaced by a urgent need to feel her lover’s release. Quicker her hand moved now, a blur of motion for several long moments before they withdrew, only to grind those nectar coated fingertips against Ivory’s aching clit.