A Joyful Smile

A full night and day later, at a time that was rapidly becoming her new morning, Liriel brought in a tray stacked with much the same items that had been there the morning before. Light breakfast. Washcloth and basin. On time, and without stumbling. With warm, but not steaming, water in the brimming basin, which she placed on the stool next to the bed, where Tessa, rather more sleepy than during the belated and somewhat more dramatic morning ritual the day before, sat. Naked, legs spread, such that the sin’dorei could find a place on her knees between them.

Eyes downcast, though she did not recall ever having been told to act in such a way, Liriel waited. Damp cloth in her hands, gathered in her lap, having deduced from their previous interactions that Tessa might prefer to be the one to signal when it was time to begin. A correct thought, it turned out, as the kaldorei placed two fingers beneath the girl’s chin, and tilted her head up. They shared a long look, the sentinel’s fingers eventually sinking away from Liriel’s skin, and so the blood elf reached up and began her meticulous, very careful washing of Tessa’s face and ears.

Contrary to the day before, she did not stop, nor was she stopped, following this. Instead, Liriel dipped the cloth in the basin again, wrung it out, and then continued her way down, scrubbing insistently, thoroughly. Throat, collarbone, one shoulder, upper arm, forearm, hand. Each finger, and between them, diligently. The same for the other arm, and hand. Returning to the sentinel’s chest, where she perhaps a little too attentively washed the night elf’s considerable bust, and then down her flanks. Across the ridges of hard muscle, down towards her crotch. Stopping just short, in order to run over each thigh, knee, calf, foot. Returning, at last, freshly damp cloth in hand, first to those weighty, potent balls, cupping one as she cleaned the other, then reversing. Dragging the cloth down the length of that dormant, monstrous cockshaft several times, so as to cover it all.

In the end, as she expected was desired but left unsaid, Liriel leaned in and planted a light kiss upon the smooth, soft skin wrapped around the quiet beast. She leaned back, then, to sit on her heels, looking up before speaking the words.

“I love your huge, fat cock.”

“Good girl,” Tessa said.

The sentinel stood, turned, and allowed Liriel to begin washing her back. It seemed this was a signal that the most protocol-heavy part of what was half ritual and half servant’s duty was over, and so, Liriel was free to marvel at the complex musculature of Tessa’s back as she dragged the newly wrung-out cloth over it.

“We must begin discussing additional hires,” Tessa said, raising one arm to her head to better allow the blood elf to wash her side. “We expected the process of finding someone like you to be more arduous, to take longer. We do not understand, in-depth, how to draw in the locals. But you will know better, Liriel. What do you suggest?”

For a moment, Liriel’s hand stopped, lingered in place at the small of Tessa’s back. She had not expected the conversation when entering the Captain’s quarters that morning – had expected more of what the previous day had brought. Evidently, though, the kaldorei was temporarily sated, and, in truth, Liriel’s stomach still churned away at the last of the colossal meal so graciously granted her. Bright, thumb-thick lines of the spiral pattern on her skin still burned against the simple, pale white shirt she had put on. Swallowing, she picked up the slow, quietly appreciative scrubbing again.

“Who are we hiring for first, ma’am?”

“My Lieutenant, and for the common sentinels.”

Though Tessa could not see it, Liriel nevertheless nodded before speaking. “You’re looking for people with particular tastes, ma’am. Who should be introduced to what will be expected of them as soon as possible, so as to demonstrate themselves accepting of it, desiring it, so we can remove candidates not capable or able.”

“Something akin to what you experienced?”

“Something like it, ma’am,” Liriel said. She drew the cloth down over the sentinel’s firm butt, briefly wetting her lips. “But if someone is expected to be at the service of four sentinels, they need to know that that’s what’s expected. And find out whether they can handle it.”

“I am rather convinced that the sentinels will like having to interview the candidates.”

“Certainly, ma’am.”

Liriel finished, and, after a moment, Tessa turned. Raised one hand to cup the girl’s cheek, as she had the day before. Though, of course, Liriel was not gasping desperately for breath, nor burning with strain and exhaustion and desire. Not, the latter, to the same extent, anyway. The blood elf exhaled, and leaned her head into those fingers, closing her eyes. So they stood, for a while. She did not know quite how long, until she came to her senses again.

“Shall I bring your breakfast over, ma’am?”

A nod.

A thick feeling, something sluggish and clogging, stuck in Liriel’s throat. Her warmed cheek burned, and tingled, and she wished for Tessa to continue to hold her. Knew, also, that the best way to make that happen was to do as she was told, and do it well. To practice well the moments to praise the chiseled warrior. She drew in a quiet breath, her body obeying the command to turn, to fetch the tray, while her mind wandered. Produced a simulacrum of the crushing weight and strength that might lay atop her, or ram into her, in the coming days and weeks.

Liriel bowed her head, briefly, embarrassed to show the silly, simple, joyful smile she could not stop.