Even if it isn't Love...

"So I am defeated. If Lust already has such hold in my body... how can i hope to deny Marus?" Mira spoke matter of factually, not out of fear or dread. Atma sat next to her, and caressed her hair. Atma changed the subject, and soon the two were drinking and laughing again.

Their second kiss was far sweeter.

Atma was telling a crude joke, and Mira's body moved almost on its own, her hands cupped the bard's cheeks, she leaned closer and savored the wine from her lips. Atma submitted to the paladin's new found strength, and when she parted her lips just a little, Mira trusted her tongue inside her mouth. She did the same, and felt her friend almost suck her life out... again, so male, so possessing.

To Mira, the power was inebriating. Or perhaps it was the wine. Confusing thoughts invaded her mind, she could savor a little terror deep inside her friend. Images of Atma sandwiched between captors invaded her, and she found them deeply arousing.

"... they would be **** us now..." She says, after they broke the kiss. Atma appears to have been sharing her thoughts

"Yes." Mira admitted numbly, trying to lock the lips again

"instead we are here. With each other" Mira scratched her friend's back, she felt a sudden urge consume her. The nape of her neck shone with all the energy she had absorbed from the nightmare, but her hair covered it. Atma ran her hands over her tights, and she spread her legs, pliant and eager for more.

They never bothered to get naked. Atma lifted Mira's dress until her swollen pussy was exposed to the night's air. She gently put her fingers over the entrance, and began to smoothly hub her sex, instantly rewarded by the other woman's moans. Mira instinctively wrapped her legs around the bard's body, and drew her much closer. The friction of her sex over the silk and velvet of their clothes, her covered nipples meeting Atma's, it all felt great.

"Tell me you dont love me" Atma whispered to her ear, and Mira nodded. "i dont"

"Tell me what you really want" Atma was enjoying herself, even if Mira was great before, sometimes she could be a sanctimonious bitch. And she was truly gorgeous. It was a shame to lose someone like her to a monastery "Sate my lust..."

Atma laughed as Mira continued to buck herself against her body, she had certainly found a way to enjoy herself. "Say... 'fuck me' "

She did.

Atma put her on all fours, exposed her dripping sex into the air. Mira repeated the two words as she felt the familiar cylinder penetrate her pussy, gripping the cool metal tight.

"Open your eyes, Mira" when had she closed them? she did, to see her friend's naked body behind her. Her hand was glowing softly, and she felt the flute shaped sex toy stir inside her, sliding in and out.

Atma sat in front of her, with her open legs. Mira began to kiss her tights,but she had another thought... she guided the paladin's head to her fragrant pussy, and memory took over. With enthusiasm and some natural talent, Mira started munching on her first pussy.

Her orgasm hit her with vengeance. She gripped on reality, to finish her friend before sweet oblivion finally took her. Her efforts were rewarded, and she fell asleep right there, under the night sky.