March 14, 2012


Hump Day Request:
Temptation, seduction and "giving in".

When your ex is an elf, relationships can be complicated.

She recognized the perfume the moment she stepped into her dressing room: wild jasmine and hibiscus, a scent all at once nostalgic, bittersweet, and arousing.  Kicking the door shut behind her, Taliyah crossed her arms over her chest and closed her eyes, tapping the fingers of one hand on her bicep.
“Kymera,” she murmured in a tone of playful exasperation.  “I should have known.”
“I was in town,” came the husky reply.  When Taliyah turned towards the wall where her vanity mirror was set, she saw the beautiful leggy fae sitting sprawled in the makeup chair, feet dangling over one side as she leaned, casually regal, over the other, chin propped up on one hand.
“Had to stop by and see my favorite protégée.”
“Of course,” Tali grinned, and sauntered to the dressing area to join the other woman.  Ky’s lavender eyes roamed appreciatively up and down her body, lingering on the slow roll of her hips as she walked.  It was the look of a smug feline eyeing dinner.  Tali was familiar with that look; it wasn’t one she particularly minded.
“You look beautiful, princess,” Kymera said.
“So do you,” Tali sighed with a smile.  She wasn’t really the princess here, of course: Kymera was a daughter of the fae, royalty among the creatures of Avalon.  She may have looked human—abnormally beautiful, but human—but the slim, slender, graceful creature was nothing at all like a mortal, at heart. 
Tali held out her arms and the tall elvyn woman—taller than Tali, and that was saying something—stood to embrace her.
“It’s been too long,” Ky breathed, nuzzling her face against the shiny black waves of Tali’s thick hair.
“Oh, yes,” Tali agreed wryly.  “And just whose fault is that, I wonder?”
Ky looked chagrined, though the hangdog expression was diminished by the quirky little twitch at the corners of her mouth, trying to become a grin.
“Oh, you are good with that look,” Tali laughed.  “Almost like you’ve had practice.  How many women have you left behind broken-hearted and pining after you, Kymera?”
“Only one I ever cared to come back to.”
Taliyah snorted.  “Please.”
“I’m serious, Tali,” Kymera said.  She gave into the grin, turning her guilty look into one of mischief, and broke the hug.  As she put a little space between them she took Tali’s hands in her own and bent down to meekly kiss the dark lines of the two tattoos—clannish hieroglyphs, one reading smolder, the other burn—on the inside of either of Tali’s wrists.  Ky’s own matching set—hers reading blizzard and frost—were clearly turned up to be seen alongside.
“We fit together, princess,” she murmured softly.
Tali’s own smile softened a little.  “Yes,” she said.  “We did.”
She’d known from the beginning that Kymera wasn’t was most would consider long term material.  Fae women weren’t by their nature the kind to settle down, even those who saw elves and faeries as nothing but myth would still tell you that.  Tali’s involvement with the lovely elf had been about fun, frivolity, thrills, good sex, but never the long term.  Tali had been okay with that.  As was perhaps classic of faerie lore, Kymera had seduced Tali away from home when she’d been young; she’d run away from an unlovely home to tour with the ravishing, unearthly performer, and she’d never regretted it.  Ky had taken Tali under her wing, taught her to dance in a flame, conjure the wind, how to make music, how to kiss, how to make love.  She’d been Tali’s first, but hardly her only, and even at the height of their passionate affair they had not precisely been exclusive.  Ky had brought other women to their bed and Tali had loved them too, with a blithe and carefree lustiness that was the purview of itinerant performers and the fae both, innocent of jealousy or hurt.  She and Ky had loved each other, surely, but there had never been any expectation of forever.  They’d parted some years ago, Ky going on to pursue new horizons and Tali taking up her own stage, fire-dancing as her lover had taught her, to the joy and cheers of a nightly crowd.
Still, to see Ky again—to smell the exotic and exciting scent of her smooth, white skin and her short, emerald-green hair—Tali couldn’t deny it felt very, very good.
Of course, as usual, she knew that naughty grin on Ky’s face was going to mean nothing but trouble.
Tali gently slipped out of her ex’s grasp and sidled past her to plop down in the make-up chair.  “It’s good to see you, Ky, but you should know things have changed a little for me…”
Ky joined her, sinking down to the floor in front of her and resting her head casually on Tali’s knees.  “Have they?”
Tali flashed her a careful smile.  “And I think you already know that.”
“Who is she?” Kymera asked.  There didn’t seem to be any hint of surprise—or discouragement—in her voice.
“A woman,” Tali said, affecting a nonchalance that said she wasn’t particularly inclined to go into detail.  What she and Ky had shared had been magical—literally—but in the end it had also been casual and wanton.  What she shared with Angel—the somber, intense new love interest in her life, a woman slow to trust but with a world of affection in her mysterious heart—was not.
“Introduce me?” Ky pressed.  There was glimmer of familiar wickedness in her eyes.  “Perhaps the three of us could share a bottle of wine?  Get better acquainted…”
She waggled her eyebrows.  Tali couldn’t help but give a silent little chuckle, but she shook her head.
“Can’t.  She’s out of town.”
That naughty glimmer grew brighter.  “Oh?  I guess that just leaves you and me—”
“Ky,” Tali interrupted sharply.  “No.”
Ky’s face fell.  “No?  Oh, princess, why not?”
“I can’t.  I love you dearly, Kymera, but I’m seeing someone.”
The other woman peered up at her.  The petulant look of a capricious faerie sparkled in her eyes.
“She’s special, huh?”
“She could be,” Tali replied.  “We’ll have to see.  But the fact  is I want to see, and I don’t want to ruin the chance by betraying her trust.”
Ky’s careful eyes searched her.  She put her pale hands gently on Tali’s knees, fingers tapping thoughtfully.
“Have you slept with her?” she asked.
Not your business,” Tali replied.
“Oh, really.  Since when are you so modest?”
“Since I realized that she is important to me,” she answered softly.
Kymera was quiet a moment, scrutinizing her, musing it over.
“You haven’t.”
“Ky!” she scolded, pushing the woman’s hands away.  “Stop it.”
“You haven’t slept with her!” Kymera purred, and she gently nudged Tali’s knees apart to scoot closer, leaning her head against one dark, slender thigh.  “Poor princess, you’ve been denied, haven’t you?  You must be feeling really lonely…”
Ky,” she warned.
Kymera gazed up at her, the picture of innocence.  One hand stroked Tali’s other thigh, down the length of her bare, slender calf left naked by the alluring fire-dancer’s costume Tali still wore.  It was the same costume Kymera had designed for her years and years ago, when they’d danced together.
“Come on, Tali,” she whispered.  “Old time’s sake.  Your new friend never has to know.”
“No, she doesn’t,” Tali said.  “But that doesn’t change anything for me.  I’m with Angel.”
Angel, is it?” Kymera said brightly.  “I thought I was your angel.”
Tali gave another good-natured snort.  “Hardly.  You’re a devil, Kymera, through and through, and you always were.”
Kymera bounced up to her knees and wrapped her arms around Tali’s waist.
“Yes, but you always liked me that way.”
She nuzzled Tali’s naked belly, kissing dark skin affectionately, pausing briefly to toy with the ruby navel piercing that dangled from the fire-dancer’s belly button, flicking it with her tongue.  Tali couldn’t help the little shiver that went through her.
Taliyah,” Ky murmured.  “Let me.  You know how much you mean to me, how good we are to each other.”
“We were good,” Tali agreed, gently putting her hands on Ky’s shoulder to push her back.
“Are you mad at me for going away?”
Tali laughed.  “I’m not mad at you for anything!”
“Then let’s have some fun together before you settle down with this new girl for good.  You haven’t been together yet, not really, so it’s not really a betrayal…”
“You and I have different opinions on that,” Tali said softly.
Kymera took Tali’s hand in both of hers and leaned her cheek against it.  Her lavender eyes were longing and full of wicked encouragement.
Please,” she said.  “I’ll make it all about you, honey.  I’ll do anything you like.  Look, you’ve got me begging, you know I don’t beg.”
Tali gazed down at the pleading elf.  She brushed her fingers gently through Ky’s close-cropped hair, and Kymera closed her eyes with a little sigh of sweet pleasure.
“I can’t,” Tali said very quietly. “Ky…believe me, this is hard for me.”
“I’m not going to feel bad stealing you away from any other woman,” Ky said, kissing her hand.  “Especially not one you haven’t even taken to bed yet.”
“I’m waiting for her to make the first move.”
“Then I’ll make a move for her.”
One of Ky’s hands dropped back to Tali’s thigh and started traveling slowly upwards.
Tali slapped the hand away and shot to her feet, tumbling Ky out of her lap.
“I’ve asked you nicely,” she said.
Ky bounced back quick and grabbed Tali’s wrists, dancing her backwards until Tali’s back met the wall.  Her lips came down on Tali’s, not hard or harsh but insistent, and before she could stop herself Tali uttered a happy little moan, short but unmistakable.  Her ex’s lips were faintly sweet, like the summertime wine they had shared when they’d been together years before, bright and light and dizzyingly good.
As the kiss ended, Kymera smirked.
“Feels like a long time since you’ve gotten any touch, princess,” she said.  “Have you even kissed this other girl yet?”
“Shut up,” Tali muttered.  Her fingers fluttered up to her mouth.  “Ky, you’re terrible.”
“No, I’m good, and you know that from experience.”
Ky kissed her again.  Tali closed her eyes and pressed back, almost out of habit, her breasts pressing eagerly against Ky’s own.  She’d always loved Ky’s slim, tiny little breasts, so modest that when she arched her back they were barely more than smooth, tender buds topped by pert, pink nipples.
Mmm, stop!” she gasped, pulling away.  Ky let her break the kiss but slid her body in closer, tightening her arms around Tali’s waist.
“We’re not going to do this,” Tali insisted.  Her body was already responding to Kymera, though, growing eager and a little drunk from the scent of hibiscus and the taste of wine.
“I think we both know we are.”
“I’m with someone else.
Kymera gave her a careful, studious look, smile never fading.
“Taliyah Ayita,” she murmured, chiding.  One hand slid down from Tali’s waist to her hip, then her thigh, and then under the sarong of the dancer’s costume.
Tali swallowed a thick lump in her throat as she felt her former lover’s fingertips press gently down against her sex.
“Didn’t you just say you loved me?” Kymera asked.
“Yes,” Tali whispered.
“And you know I want you to feel good, right?  I want you to be happy…”
“Uh-huh,” Tali said.  Ky’s fingers began to move in gentle circles, sending mellow, sweet swells of pleasure through her.
“So you tell me.  You tell me right now, tell me if you love this Angel girl more than me.”
With her free hand Kymera tilted Tali’s chin up to look her deep in the eyes.  The hand under Tali’s sarong never stopped its blissful kneading.
“I mean it, princess,” she purred.  Her hand moved slower, pressing a little more firmly.  “If you really, really want me to stop, just tell me you love her more than me.  If you really do, I promise I’ll back off.  You have my word of honor.”
Tali laughed a little breathlessly.
“God, Ky, you’re such a bitch.”
“Is that a no, then?  You don’t love her more than me?”
“Damnit,” she said.  “Right now I kind of hate you.”
She raised up her arms and wrapped them around Kymera’s neck, arching against the other woman’s slim body to kiss her back.
Kymera laughed.
“Oh, Tali… you could never hate me.”
She stopped her kneading of Tali’s mound for just a second, slipping her hand under Tali’s knee to hoist one long leg up over her own hip.  Then her fingers returned to their gentle attention, this time teasing the wetness between the young woman’s pretty folds.  Tali kissed her again and again, pressing hips closer to let her ex in deeper, tightening her leg around Kymera’s waist.
“There, now,” Ky murmured.  “Didn’t I tell you you’d enjoy it?  I’m going to go real slow now so you can savor every second.”
Tali moaned and rolled her hips gently with Kymera’s motions.  Kymera kneaded the sweet, stiff little pearl of Tali’s clit between two fingers, playing lovingly with it.  Obviously she hadn’t forgotten how Tali liked to be touched: she adopted her old, familiar rhythm until finally sliding two long fingers into the wet, warm opening of Tali’s cleft.
“Mm,” she murmured happily, withdrawing her fingers again and bringing them to her lips to taste.  “Mm-mmm, I’ve always so loved the taste of you, Tali… your girlfriend is really missing out.”
Ky,” Tali snapped.  “If you talk about her like that one more time, I’m throwing you out.”
“Ah, but then who would take care of all this wonderful pent-up need?” Kymera whispered with a quiet little laugh.
“Just go back to what you were doing,” Tali growled.
“I’ll do even better.”
Kymera kissed her—she could taste her own bitterness on those sweet lips now—before gently pressing her closer to the wall, sliding slowly down her body, pausing to nudge aside the flimsy silk covering Tali’s breasts and kissing each dark, flush nipple like a woman greeting old friends.  She lingered there a moment, kissing, stroking pert little tips with her devilishly pointed tongue, giving them each an affectionate, playfully hard little suckle.  Then she slid lower, kissing a trail down Taliyah’s bare stomach, parting the sarong and lifting Tali’s left leg to rest over her own shoulder.
Taliyah had been with several lovers.  Not one of them had ever been as good at this part as Kymera was.  Her tongue explored delicate folds with eager, genuine, almost worshipful hunger; she slowly traced the delicate folds of Tali’s labia—a little laugh escaped her as she passed playfully over the two fine gold rings that dangled there, a pair of adornments she herself had urged Tali to adopt, and the quiet, husky chuckle that escaped her made Tali frown.  She didn’t need Kymera to say out loud what she was almost certainly thinking: that no matter whom Tali welcomed down there, as long as those rings remained it would always be Ky’s rightful territory.  The woman took one of them carefully between her teeth and gave the gentlest, gentlest tug; Tali let out a quiet, happy moan in response.  One hand rested on the top of Ky’s head, running slowly through short emerald strands.
Ky’s tongue circled Tali’s excited little clit, loving in its adoration, slow to curl over every part of it.  Ky dabbed her tongue against it, bobbing the tender stiff bead with an eager rhythm, fast-fast-slow, fast-fast-slow­.  Tali’s body gave a little throb of pleasure in response; she felt herself growing wetter, ready, eager for her lover’s tongue or fingertips to slip inside of her, make the sensation complete.  As though Ky had read her mind, the woman slowly parted Tali’s glistening folds with two fingers again, and slowly slipped them into her, teasing as they curled against the sensitive inner flesh and gently slid out again.
Tali groaned.
“Still hate me?” Ky whispered before flicking the tip of her tongue playfully over Tali’s clit. 
“I’ll probably hate you a long time for this,” Tali replied.  “Just keep it up, will you?”
“I brought a little surprise for you.”
Ky reached with her free hand to a brown satchel she’d evidently brought with her.  From it she pulled a long, smooth glass object, the top of it rounded out into an unmistakable shape
“Oh, fuck,” Tali breathed.  “I don’t believe you.”
Ky chuckled again and returned her careful attention to Tali’s clitoris.
“Believe me,” she murmured between strokes of her talented tongue.  “It’s one of the tamer gifts I could have brought.”
She withdrew her fingers and Tali sucked in a loud breath as cool, slick glass slid into her.  The toy was overlarge for the thing it mimicked but only pleasantly so, hard in her tight cunt as Ky worked it steadily in and out, in and out, in time with her indulgent licking.
Yes…” Tali murmured softly.  She pressed herself closer, feeling the toy slide deeper as Ky gave her a teasing twirl of the tongue.  Oh… it had been a while, and it felt so very, very good to have Kymera’s kisses on her again, to feel the hard weight of the toy—it was starting to warm to her body heat—invading her excited cunt.
“Faster,” she whispered urgently.
“If you like it,” Kymera whispered, “you can keep it after I’m done.  Maybe your girlfriend will like it, t—”
“I told you to stop talking about her!” Tali hissed, her breath heavy and harsh.
“But I was being nice,” Kymera pouted.
“Please,” Tali murmured, “focus… on what… you are doing.”
“Aw, are you ready to come, princess?  I wanted to drag it out more.”
“You are getting higher and higher on my shit list, Kymera.”
This made the other woman laugh out loud, a gorgeous, smooth alto sound.  She consented, though, quickening her pace and descending on Tali’s clitoris again with elated hunger.  Tali gave a quavering sound of encouragement and rocked her hips in time with Ky’s thrusts.  Soon enough the first tingling promise of climax kindled deep inside her like a little flame.
Oh,” she moaned, digging her fingers deep into Kymera’s hair.  “Oh, Ky… yes… more…”
Kymera hadn’t forgotten her former lover’s passions at all.  She knew the change in pitch that signaled the sure crest of orgasm, recognized the pace of Tali’s thrusts becoming more frantic.  She brought Taliyah to her limit masterfully, matching pace to the frantic rhythm of her lover’s body and sliding the glass deep into Tali’s cunt once, twice, three times just as the younger woman arched her back with a wild cry.  She started coming, and Kymera replaced her toy with her tongue to taste the sweet rush of the girl’s orgasm, pulling the younger woman hard against her.
“Oh,” Tali gasped, hugging her back.  “Oh… oh…”
“I told you I’d take care of you, princess,” Ky purred, wiping her mouth as she finally surfaced for air.  “Mmm… one might almost think you missed me.”
Tali’s voice was ragged as she slumped against the wall, sliding to the floor.  “With everything I throw.”
Kymera smirked.  She leaned forward and kissed Tali on the lips.
“Feel better now?”
“Nope,” Tali said, running a hand through her hair.  “I feel like an idiot.  Damnit, Ky, you and your goddamn fae tricks…”
“Don’t be so hard on me.”
She scooted up next to Tali, sitting with her back against the wall and looping one arm around the fire-dancer’s shoulder.
“You said yourself that you loved me,” she murmured.  She planted a kiss on the top of Tali’s head.  “You know no other girl is ever going to take my place.”
“You left,” Tali pointed out.  The littlest bit of hurt made it into her words.  “Are you saying you’d come back?”
That brought a cold, contemplative silence from Ky.  She sighed, and shook her head.
“No.  You know me, Tali... elves and faeries aren’t made to be tied down.”
“Then fuck you!” Tali burst out.  There were tears in it; Tali wasn’t used to tears, she never shed tears, but Kymera was tearing her apart.
Maybe things hadn’t just been casual and frivolous, after all.
“Fuck you, Ky, and your bullshit dropping in unannounced, throwing my life into upheaval because you think it’s funny.”
“Hey, hey,” Kymera soothed, gently taking her by the shoulders.  “Tali, you know that’s not how it is.”
“I love you, Ky,” she said softly.  “But… you can’t do this to me.”
The older woman looked troubled.
“I’m sorry, Taliyah.  I just wanted to surprise you, have some good times with you while I was here.”
Tali didn’t answer.
“You didn’t do anything wrong, you know.”
Ky tilted Tali’s chin up, looking her deep in the eyes.
“You didn’t.  We’ve always been made for each other, Tali.  We fit together.”
Tali tried to hold onto her anger.  It was no use, though: Kymera was her beloved.  She always would be, whatever else there was between them.
“When does your girlfriend come back?” Ky asked softly.
“Don’t know.  A few days.”
She didn’t want to think about Angel.  Just imagining her made Tali feel miserable.
Kymera kissed her on the head again.  Then, she kissed her on the mouth, a long, slow kiss.
“So… why don’t we make the most of our time together,” she murmured, “before we have to say goodbye again?”
It was a dangerous proposition.  It was dangerous and selfish and terrible, all around.  It was very, very fae.  And she knew it.  She knew Kymera knew it, too. 
It wasn’t fair.
But when she looked at her former lover—her beautiful lavender eyes, her pleading, impish and innocent face…
“Okay,” she whispered hoarsely.  Ky smiled and kissed her again, and she kissed back, running a hand along Kymera’s cheek.
“Just… make sure that Angel never finds out.”

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