She needs to get off!

Teysa shifted uncomfortably. In her days as a wanderer, she had occasionally had to tolerate some less than savory companions. One of the worst had been Sergeant Jerum. The man had insisted on his title, though as far as Teysa could tell he'd never seen service in any nation's military. His "platoon" consisted of two dozen malcontents as foul-tempered and foul-smelling as their leader, but they had sold their swords in the same area as she for a year or two, and so she got used to the sight of him on large jobs. To his credit, he had never tried to make a pass at her-- perhaps sensing that a woman who could break his jaw with one elbow had no need to tolerate his shameless affections. Indeed, he seemed to deal with this dilemma by simply treating her as "one of his boys." She had drunk his wine more than once and listened to his exaggerated tales of valor and glory. He had a number of sayings, did Sergeant Jerum, and he broke them out at every opportunity. "Never trust a man who won't fight for coin," was one, and an ironic statement at that, as Jerum would help himself to the contents of any larder or caravan he was set to guard. After any hard-fought victory, he liked to tell his men-- especially the newer and greener types-- that "there's nothing like a woman after a battle."

Teysa had always written that off as shameless braggadocio. After a battle, she had never felt anything but relief and the need to pray. But now... her blood was up, and she kept going back to the moment she had driven the crystal spike through the naga's eye. Her fingers clenched involuntarily into a fist. She had won, she was alive, and now she wanted to live a little. She turned and walked into the tent.

Inside, Aliara was curled up tight in her bedroll. Her copper hair lay over her face and splayed across her pillow. One smooth, tan arm held the blankets tight to her. She half-turned as Teysa entered. "Zat you, Tey?" she asked in a muzzy voice. "Come to bed. 'M cold."

Teysa said nothing. Her pulse was pounding in her ears now. She peeled off her leathers and unbuttoned her gambeson. Her nipples stiffened as they met the cool air of the cave. She stepped out of her breeches and slid her cotton smallclothes to her ankles, then kicked them into the corner. Kneeling, she opened up the blankets and crawled in behind Aliara. Teysa's arms encircled the half-elf's small, warm body, pulling her close until they were nestled together. Aliara was wearing only a silk sleeping gown, and Teysa's fingers crept beneath it. She traced delicate patterns on Aliara's taut stomach with her fingertips.

"Mmm, that feels nice," Aliara breathed. "You're not sleepy, are you?"

"Not yet," Teysa whispered in her ear. She nibbled gently on Aliara's earlobe. Meanwhile, her right hand slid upward, tracing Aliara's breastbone and circling the half-elf's nipple. Aliara stiffened against her, and Teysa cupped the other woman's breast. Her thumb dragged across the pebbled surface of Aliara's areola, eliciting a quiet gasp. "Shhhh," Teysa whispered with the hint of a smile playing across her lips. "You'll wake El'keth."

She rolled Aliara's nipple between her thumb and forefinger. It hardened instantly under her touch, as though it had been waiting for her. Aliara's breast filled her fingers and she squeezed, at first gently, then harder. She felt something trickle across her knuckles. Her, too? Even now, months after bearing spiderlings, Teysa still occasionally found her breasts leaking ambrosia. She propped herself up on one elbow and leaned forward. Her mouth closed around Aliara's nipple and she began to suck. Sweet nectar flowed into her mouth, tingling on her tongue and filling her belly with warmth. Aliara's fingers curled through her hair, pulling her close, refusing to let her escape until Teysa had drunk deeply.

As her tongue flicked and caressed Aliara's nipple, Teysa's free hand slid down between her lover's legs. She could feel the wetness there at once. Aliara shifted underneath her, spreading her thighs slightly to welcome Teysa's hand. Her fingertips brushed against the soft velvet of Aliara's lower lips, and the half-elf whimpered to herself. Teysa took her time, rubbing one finger up and down along the edge of Aliara's pussy, artfully grazing the half-elf's clit before resuming her circular motion.
"Please," breathed Aliara, "please, please, more, more."

Teysa lifted her mouth off of Aliara's breast and leaned in close to her face. Their lips met and locked, and Aliara's tongue explored Teysa's mouth. Her breath came fast and shallow. Teysa could feel her lover's heart beating, a rapid staccato rhythm. She slipped a finger inside Aliara, curling it back to tickle her most sensitive places, and began to stroke forward and backward. The heel of her palm pressed down on Aliara's clit and the half-elf gasped, breaking the kiss. Teysa kneaded back and forth, going slowly but applying steady pressure; her fingers danced expertly across Aliara's vulva, playing her like a well-tuned instrument. Time and experience had shown Teysa all of the most sensitive spots on her partner's body, all of the places to pinch and rub and squeeze to take Aliara to the breathless heights of orgasm. With her partner now fully warmed up, Teysa began to descend, planting kisses along Aliara's breastbone as she traced her way downward.

"No."

The word was quiet, but it cut through Teysa's feverish lust like a knife. Blinking, bewildered, she looked up. "Li, are you-"

Aliara was smiling down at her. "No. Not tonight. Lie back. It's my turn."

Teysa laid flat on her back. "Li, what--" she began, but quieted as Aliara laid one finger against Teysa's lips. The half-elf was smiling down at her. She climbed on top of Teysa and knelt astride her, her face haloed by her hair. In the dying light of the campfire she was the most beautiful thing Teysa had ever seen. Her breasts hung down in apparent defiance of gravity, two perfectly pert teardrop shapes still glistening with Teysa's saliva.

Aliara leaned down and planted one whisper-soft kiss on Teysa's forehead, then crawled down off of her and between her legs. She lay flat on her belly with her head between Teysa's thighs. Taking one in each hand, she kissed them both, then lifted them and laid them on her shoulders. Teysa could no longer see her, but she could feel her, as Aliara dragged the tip of her nose along Teysa's thigh towards her mons pubis.

There was a pause, a moment of breathless anticipation, and Teysa felt something warm and wet slide between her pussy lips. Aliara's tongue was as graceful and nimble as her fingers. It danced up one side and down the other, teased around her clit without touching it, parted her lips and curled up inside her. It was warm, so warm, and wet, and wasn't the warmth and the wetness coming from Teysa herself? Where did she end and Aliara begin? Was that even a meaningful question? Teysa shuddered as she felt the pleasure cresting inside of her. Had she had this power the whole time, her whole life? It had taken Aliara to bring it out of her. She had seen inside, seen farther than Teysa herself. She had known what lay locked away and how to bring it out. Aliara was content to let Teysa take the lead, content to follow, but was that because she knew that she held the keys to the kingdom? Nobody else could make Teysa feel like this.

Teysa's thighs twitched. She felt totally helpless, totally exposed. It seemed to her that she had spent altogether too much of her life in armor of one sort of another. Now her armor was gone, her defenses were down, and she was at Aliara's mercy. It was a strange sort of surrender, but one she welcomed. Aliara's tongue plumbed her innermost depths, retreating here, advancing there, prodding just gently enough to drive Teysa mad with desire without allowing her relief. It was coming, she knew. It was building inside her, a furnace as hot as the molten heart of a mountain. She drew in a deep, shuddering breath. Her clit had become a lodestone, a center of gravity so powerful nothing could escape it-- no thought, no feeling, no emotion. It all ceased to matter in the face of that overwhelming desire.

Aliara could sense it too. She dove into Teysa with a **** hunger. She seemed to be everywhere at once, licking, kissing, caressing, nuzzling. A star burst into being in Teysa's head, a soundless supernova that seared across her inner sky and scorched her thoughts to dust. Her hips bucked and her vaginal muscles spasmed as she came. A last fragment of conscious thought made her bite down hard on her lower lip to keep from moaning aloud. She lay there, panting, while bright patterns of color exploded across her vision. Finally her breathing slowed and returned to something like normal. She felt as though there was no energy left in her body, as though it had been drawn off of her like metal shavings to a piece of thunderbolt iron. She could smell the tang of her own sweat mingled with Aliara's sweeter odor.

The half-elf laid her head on Teysa's chest and wrapped one arm around you. "You're welcome, dear," she whispered in Teysa's ear. Teysa closed her eyes and shook with silent laughter. Finally, she got a hold of herself. "T-thank you, Li. I love you, you know that? I love you. More than I thought I could ever--"

"Shush, you'll wake up your new friend." Teysa could hear the smile in Aliara's voice. "I love you too, dear. Now can we get some sleep?"

It turned out they could.