are warm, fed, and this bed is comfortable. A pity you have to leave so soon."
"I'll be back," Adamina replied, and began to scrub at her skin, starting at the top and working her way down, sighing as all the sweat and grime came away, leaving her skin the smooth, black-brown it should be. She was grateful all over again that she had decided to cut her hair as close to the scalp as she could manage without actually shaving it off. It had been done from necessity after a nasty dispute with a bog goblin, but she'd become fond of it—and it was infinitely easier to clean and keep that way.
When she was finally done bathing, Adamina levered herself out of the tub and took the towel that Grete held out—and oofed slightly when she abruptly had a witch twined around her, a mouth on hers, firm and eager.
Adamina was more than happy to comply, exhaustion momentarily banked by food, the bath, and the rush that always came after surviving a dangerous assignment. Abandoning the towel to the floor, she wrapped her arms around Grete's waist and hauled her in close, making a soft, rough noise at the feel of Grete's breasts pressed against her chest.
Fingers raked gently over her scalp, teased across the back of her neck. Adamina lapped at Grete's lips, enjoying the taste of beer and barley that lingered in her mouth, the earthiness beneath that seemed to be all Grete. She fanned her hands over the soft, warm curves of Grete's back, thumbs running along her sides, slid down to tease over her ass.
Grete returned the teasing laps with a firm bite to Adamina's bottom lip, then broke away to kiss her jaw, down her throat, hands moving so she could do some ass-grabbing of her own. "Bed."
"Yes, my lady," Adamina murmured, and drew back to lead her to the bed, laughing when Grete pushed her down on it and straddled her thighs. Shifting to rest against the wall at the head of the bed, Adamina ran her hands up Grete's thighs, enjoying the way the muscles bunched, squeezing her own thighs slightly. Sliding her hands up Grete's ample hips, she squeezed, dug her fingers in slightly, enjoying the simple pleasure of being able to touch, savor, another person. "You're beautiful."
"You are sweet, always giving compliments. I do enjoy women who like complimenting me," Grete replied with a smile, then wrapped her arms around Adamina's neck, drew her in for a hard, wet, moan-inducing kiss, rubbing their bodies together, making Adamina shiver. Drawing back slightly, Adamina loosed one hand. It vanished a moment, then returned, cool and slippery, between their bodies to wrap around Adamina's cock, stroking it teasingly.
Adamina shuddered, gasped. "Long time since someone else has done that." She groaned, head falling back to thunk against the wall. "I'd nearly forgotten how good it felt."
"Well, that's just a shame," Grete replied. "Though I sympathize."
Grinning, Adamina opened her eyes and looked at Grete. "Oh, yeah?" Grabbing her more firmly, Adamina surged forward, pushing Grete down onto the bed, spread her legs wide. She spied the little bottle of lubricant, pleased and amused that Grete had thought to bring such along, and poured a measure into her palm. Grete squirmed beneath her, but made no effort to really get away.
Adamina ran slick fingers lightly down her throat, then teasingly around her nipples, enjoying the way they reacted to her touch, the delicious little shivers and gasps her touch provoked. She bent to chase the touches with her mouth, licking, nipping, and kissing until Grete was gripping the sheets, writhing against them, sweat gleaming on her skin.
Dipping lower, Adamina spread Grete's legs further apart and put her tongue to work, thrusting it deep inside Grete's wet heat, enjoying the smell and taste of her, the way Grete moaned and thrust back into her movements, the way her nails scraped over Adamina's scalp. Best of all was the way she trembled and screamed when she finally came apart, lay panting and boneless as she
"I'll be back," Adamina replied, and began to scrub at her skin, starting at the top and working her way down, sighing as all the sweat and grime came away, leaving her skin the smooth, black-brown it should be. She was grateful all over again that she had decided to cut her hair as close to the scalp as she could manage without actually shaving it off. It had been done from necessity after a nasty dispute with a bog goblin, but she'd become fond of it—and it was infinitely easier to clean and keep that way.
When she was finally done bathing, Adamina levered herself out of the tub and took the towel that Grete held out—and oofed slightly when she abruptly had a witch twined around her, a mouth on hers, firm and eager.
Adamina was more than happy to comply, exhaustion momentarily banked by food, the bath, and the rush that always came after surviving a dangerous assignment. Abandoning the towel to the floor, she wrapped her arms around Grete's waist and hauled her in close, making a soft, rough noise at the feel of Grete's breasts pressed against her chest.
Fingers raked gently over her scalp, teased across the back of her neck. Adamina lapped at Grete's lips, enjoying the taste of beer and barley that lingered in her mouth, the earthiness beneath that seemed to be all Grete. She fanned her hands over the soft, warm curves of Grete's back, thumbs running along her sides, slid down to tease over her ass.
Grete returned the teasing laps with a firm bite to Adamina's bottom lip, then broke away to kiss her jaw, down her throat, hands moving so she could do some ass-grabbing of her own. "Bed."
"Yes, my lady," Adamina murmured, and drew back to lead her to the bed, laughing when Grete pushed her down on it and straddled her thighs. Shifting to rest against the wall at the head of the bed, Adamina ran her hands up Grete's thighs, enjoying the way the muscles bunched, squeezing her own thighs slightly. Sliding her hands up Grete's ample hips, she squeezed, dug her fingers in slightly, enjoying the simple pleasure of being able to touch, savor, another person. "You're beautiful."
"You are sweet, always giving compliments. I do enjoy women who like complimenting me," Grete replied with a smile, then wrapped her arms around Adamina's neck, drew her in for a hard, wet, moan-inducing kiss, rubbing their bodies together, making Adamina shiver. Drawing back slightly, Adamina loosed one hand. It vanished a moment, then returned, cool and slippery, between their bodies to wrap around Adamina's cock, stroking it teasingly.
Adamina shuddered, gasped. "Long time since someone else has done that." She groaned, head falling back to thunk against the wall. "I'd nearly forgotten how good it felt."
"Well, that's just a shame," Grete replied. "Though I sympathize."
Grinning, Adamina opened her eyes and looked at Grete. "Oh, yeah?" Grabbing her more firmly, Adamina surged forward, pushing Grete down onto the bed, spread her legs wide. She spied the little bottle of lubricant, pleased and amused that Grete had thought to bring such along, and poured a measure into her palm. Grete squirmed beneath her, but made no effort to really get away.
Adamina ran slick fingers lightly down her throat, then teasingly around her nipples, enjoying the way they reacted to her touch, the delicious little shivers and gasps her touch provoked. She bent to chase the touches with her mouth, licking, nipping, and kissing until Grete was gripping the sheets, writhing against them, sweat gleaming on her skin.
Dipping lower, Adamina spread Grete's legs further apart and put her tongue to work, thrusting it deep inside Grete's wet heat, enjoying the smell and taste of her, the way Grete moaned and thrust back into her movements, the way her nails scraped over Adamina's scalp. Best of all was the way she trembled and screamed when she finally came apart, lay panting and boneless as she
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