Elody Decides Vrasha Needs to Relax

"You should lie down on the bed," Elody said.

"I don't have time to sleep," Vrasha protested. "I still need to talk to the slaves and-"

"I didn't say that you were going to sleep," Elody told her, taking her hand and leading her towards the soft looking bed. Like everything in the room it was well adorned and looked both warm and luxurious. "You can go and talk to them in a minute but before that, you should let me work my magic."

"I don't have time for that," the princess said. "I'll keep them waiting."

"They're slaves, Vrasha. They're used to waiting. Besides do you really want to talk to them when you're so burned out? You know you could miss something then. Give me half an hour and you'll feel much more up to it, I promise."

Vrasha was guided towards the bed with a few more complaints. She knew that she should be shaking the other woman off, but Elody was right. Right now she was burned out and worn from the long trip. There was a good chance she'd miss something important.

Vrasha felt the bed sag under her weight, the mattress gently sinking to accommodate her body. She lay on her front, feeling Elody's weight as the other women sat down on the mattress beside her. Elody had pulled down her hood, revealing her long hair and her large eyes. Her skin was pale as porcelain, almost verging on unhealthy but there was a dab of colour around her cheeks.

"Now let's see..." Elody said. "You look like you've been stressing about this for days."

She reached over, rubbing her hands along Vrasha's shoulders. The princess shuddered at the contact, Elody's fingers dug into the flesh, kneading and pressing into her nerves and tendons. She sighed, enjoying the feeling. Elody's fingers probed across her back, rubbing and massaging her through the blue dress she was wearing. She moved slowly, pressuring Vrasha's tendons and forcing the release of the tension she was holding into. The feeling was sensual, Elody's hands moved back and forth along her body in a way she would never have let anyone else do. It made her think of what she had said before, about taking a husband.

"You certainly needed this," Elody commented. "Your muscles are all knotted and tangled. What, did you spend the whole day yesterday panicking about what you were going to do?"

"I don't panic," Vrasha defended her honour. "I just had to figure out what was going on is all. Gelmina is playing games and I don't like being involved in them."

Vrasha felt Elody's fingers move to the laces which bound her dress on her back. Her heart started to beat a little faster as she felt the other woman undo them one after another. The dress - or at least the top of the dress - grew more slack and Elody began to gently peel it apart to reveal Vrasha's naked back. Her skin cried out when Elody's hands made contact with it, brushing across it first quickly and then slowly. Her fingers seemed to dance, shifting from point to point to create a comfortable and yet intense sense of safety and bone-deep warmth. Vrasha sighed. She'd never figured out if Elody was able to do this via some magical ability or simply practice.

"That's as it may be," Elody said. "But you didn't need to come here now. You could have put it off or declined. You decided to do so. Why?"

"Politics," Vrasha admitted. "Gelmina has money and power. We could use those to rebuild our kingdom after the destruction of the war. I thought if they wanted my hand so much, they might be willing to make some promises to try and advance their cause to get it."

"Ah. So just as they want to play you, you were going to play them as well."

"That's a bit of a blunt way to put it," Vrasha said. She shuddered, Elody was tracing the outline of her spine with one hand, pressing down against her skin to sweep back and forth. Vrasha's toes curled, and Elody began to work on her arms again, kneading and probing her shoulders and upper arms.

"Is that how it always works?" Elody asked.

"Do you not remember?"

"I can't say that I do," Elody admitted. "It has been a very long time for me, Vrasha. I am very old. I don't remember much of what I was like before."

"You're very old and at the same time, rather young." Vrasha said. "Age doesn't mean much on its own, you know. How long have you actually been doing things? Out in the world? Before you met me, you didn't do anything at all, did you?"

"Not really. I lived in the forest. It was peaceful. I knew the rhythms and the patterns of the world around me. Time seemed to have no meaning at all. It was a good life."

"Do you miss it?"

"Sometimes," Elody admitted. "But not always. At other times I am glad I decided to come with you."

"I'd hate to think that it was otherwise," Vrasha said with a small smirk. "We would have been in a much worse position against my brother if not for you."

"All right, turn over," Elody said. "I've done your back but I need to work on your front."

"You loosened my dress, though."

"And?"

Vrasha shrugged and turned over. Elody took hold of the dress and slowly drew it down to her waist. Vrasha's upper body was revealed. She was wearing no bra, and her breasts were small and compact. Her nipples grew hard as Elody's hands traced their way down her front, gently following the curve of her throat down to her chest. Her skin tingled, and her body felt hot. Arousal warmed her womanhood, and it was not the first time she had felt so during one of Elody's massages. The other woman had a direct nature, and tended not to stop once she had started until she had teased and relieved every inch of Vrasha's stress and strain. The princess swallowed, Elody's fingers gently rubbed across her chest, tweaking the tips of her nipples.

"Ah! Y-you're doing that on purpose!"

Elody grinned a little.

"You're enjoying it, aren't you?"

"Well, maybe..."

Vrasha relaxed. They had done worse together anyway. One of Elody's fingers circled her areola, teasing her nipple with one hand while the other rubbed against her lower chest. Vrasha breathed deeply, enjoying the mixture of pleasure and contact.

"You asked before if I would be jealous of the man who became your husband," Elody said. "I am not sure I know what you mean by that."

"I mean that once I am married, we probably will not be able to do things like this."

"Is that so?"

Vrasha groaned as Elody started to work her hand along her breast, rubbing and teasing it until she got to the sensitive nipple. This, she stroked almost tenderly, drawing upon a regular motion that made Vrasha's womanhood tense with anticipation.

"It is," Vrasha said. "What we are doing now is not the sort of thing a married woman should do, you know. Any would be king would be shamed to be cuckolded by a mere sorceress."

"We are not having sex," Elody pointed out. "And besides I am not a sorceress."

"Believe me," Vrasha groaned. "This is pretty close to sex! A-and we've done that before too..."

"Only a few times..."

"One is more than enough, believe me!" Vrasha wanted to laugh. "You really don't get us sometimes, do you?"

"It is something I struggle with. Understanding, I mean. I was like you once, and I can remember it faintly but whenever I grasp for it, it always seems to pull away. The girl I was becomes ever more distant with the passing of years."

"You seem so different even now from the person I first met," Vrasha said sadly. "Colder. I know she's still there. I know you still care for me. But you don't show it as much."

"I cannot," Elody admitted. "It is not in me. As I grow older, I feel myself becoming something different. It is the nature of my kind, Vrasha. Most of us cannot even assume human form anymore. I am young by their standards but one day I too will no longer be able to look as you know me."

Even as she spoke, Elody's hands continued to roam across Vrasha's body, the moments of contact made the princess's skin burn with desire. She was breathing fast now, her earlier stress and tension had been forgotten.

"It seems to me," Elody said. "If your future husband would not approve of us doing this then we had best make the most of it while we can, shouldn't we?"

Vrasha gulped, Elody's hand trailed lower and lower, skittering across her chest and down to her waist. She could feel the other woman pulling at the bottom half of the blue dress, tugging it gradually downwards.

She knew she really should put a stop to this now. She had work to do! She had to question the slaves! Find out what Gelmina was planning! Work for her people, for her kingdom.

But surely all of that could wait? For just a while?