Vernal invites Weiss into her chambers

Vernal was utterly captivated by Weiss. She couldn't stop her curiosity getting the better of her. Weiss watches Vernal stand and walk outside the cage. They look around momentarily, heart racing with equal amounts of fear and exhilaration. Vernal inhales a deep breath of fresh air before turning around to deliver her final answer.

"Don't try anything sneaky... or else!" Vernal threatens, blushing as she answers.

Unphased, Weiss holds up her tied hands and gives Vernal a sly, naughty smirk. She had no intention of finding out if this was an empty threat or not tonight. Vernal hurriedly waves for Weiss to follow her. Weiss rises to feet, allowing her panties to drop to the cage floor. Weiss leaves them behind as she approaches Vernal outside of the cage.

Vernal grabs Weiss by the arm, pulls her sword out of the ground and rushes through the camp with her. Going commando gives Weiss a delightful upskirt breeze! Vernal remains vigilant, anxiously scanning for anyone who might catch them. There is none to witness the plot she has enacted. The rest of the night watch always slacks off.

Thankfully, Vernal's living quarters were in much better condition than the shabby make-shift tents that made up most of the Branwen tribe. It was a circular hut with various fabrics lining the outside. The inside was rather snug, decorated with many embroidered cushions. Weiss almost trips over some clutter left on the floor because of how dark it was inside. Vernal navigated Weiss to a stool so she could search the room for candles.

Vernal lights two candles with a (stolen) box of matches and places them on a small bench. The light gave new colour to Vernal's chambers, showing off a lively green and rich brown colour scheme. The opening of the hut is sealed close, blocking out the cold. The mood lighting was perfect for a love affair.

Standing at the entrance, Vernal says poetically "I have never known love before... How do you make love?" before she turns to face Weiss.

"Release me and I will release you..." Weiss answers romantically, holding up her tied hands.

Vernal looks to Weiss' sword where she left it balanced against the wall. She takes it in hand then marches towards Weiss. Vernal kneels before them and cuts the ropes binding her hands. Free at last, Weiss caresses Vernal's cheek. Vernal holds Weiss' dainty hand close against her face. Its silky elegance is like a touch from the heavens above. Vernal has not been handled so delicately by anyone since her mother passed away long ago...

"What now?" Vernal sighs, enamoured and dewy-eyed.

"Love requires transparency and trust... Take off your clothes... Show me your true self..." Weiss answers.

Vernal hesitates to respond. Her eyes darted away from Weiss. With a nervous gulp, Vernal stands to her feet. She places Weiss' blade on her bench in front of the two lit candles. Vernal rotates herself away from the blade, folding her arms while she contemplates in the middle of the room. The shadows of the blade and Vernal's silhouette are on the walls of the hut. Was Vernal prepared to trust someone she just met by putting herself in a position that would leave her ****?

Vernal glances at Weiss over her shoulder briefly. The flames of passion in her heart align with Weiss'. And so, Vernal begins to undress. She begins by removing her top. Vernal flings her top to the floor beside her, revealing her strapless black bra underneath. The unveiling of her flesh drives Weiss wild!

Weiss begins stroking her cock ravenously whilst Vernal undoes her belt buckle. In one swoop, Vernal pulls down her pants and underwear all the way down to her ankles. Her tanned bare bottom rattles as she hops on one leg to remove her shoes. She kicks her shoes away once they are loose. Her feet slip out of her pants easily thereafter. Vernal shivers- while bottomless, she's not fully nude yet. Finally, she removes her bra to expose her chest as her heart pounds against her ribcage.

But Vernal is too afraid to look at Weiss. She coils in on herself, covering her privates with her arms. Weiss knows she must meet Vernal halfway. It would only be fair for Weiss to fully expose herself and take the lead. Weiss removes her dress, bra, shoes and even her tiara. Slowly, Weiss closes in behind Vernal. She drops everything at Vernal's side.

Upon closer inspection, Vernal's body was hairier than Weiss is used to seeing on girls. Her armpits and her pubic hair were unshaven. She was a flower plucked from the wild, not pruned in a greenhouse. Weiss could smell their pungent body odour within this range- it was brewing with womanly hormones. Weiss' eyes lingered on the small imperfections on Vernal's skin as she stood behind her. Weiss places her hands on Vernal's shoulders to whisper in her ear...

"There is no privacy in love. All is shared. Two become one in spirit, of mind... and in flesh," Weiss whispers.

Her fingertips ran down Vernal's shoulders to her arms like gentle rainfall. The sensation electrified her senses- Vernal was on fire yet wrapped in a cold sweat simultaneously! Weiss needed to hear Vernal's consent before she touched her intimate regions.

"May I touch your private places?" Weiss asks gently.

"Yes! Touch me however you please!" Vernal begs. Vernal closes her eyes. Her covering arms open gradually. The butterfly had broken out of its cocoon.

Weiss seizes the opportunity to access Vernal's body, opting to touch her breasts first. Weiss fondles Vernal's left breast as her right hand glides down her torso. Weiss stretches down towards Vernal's clitoris. A jolt of delight radiated through the maiden's untouched body. Icy fingers rummaged around her pristine bush. They circled her blossoming flower slowly.

Weiss' rising phallus found itself caught between Vernal's thighs as she closed her legs suddenly. Vernal stood on her tip-toes and sang a heavenly chord. No pornstar could fake the sounds made while Vernal's "horn" was played like a fiddle. The reality of their icky, sticky, somewhat clumsy embrace was a stark contrast to polished, studio produced porn Weiss relied on to get off.

This was real. Vernal was a real, natural woman. Weiss held Vernal closely, wrapping her right hand around their tummy. Weiss began thrusting her cock between Vernal's thighs and kissing along their neck. Vernal squeals as her pussy lips rubbed across the top of Weiss' phallus.

Vernal flung her head back as Weiss savagely fucked her thighs. Her feral grunts echoed quietly inside the hut but were silent to the outside world. They were both free to make as much noise as they wanted! Vernal silenced Weiss' grunting with a kiss she planted on her lips over their shoulder. Vernal's legs released Weiss' phallus as she turned around sharply to clutch Weiss in her arms.

Their kissing became frantic. They were both totally amateur at it but relished in discovery. How their lips would together, fold and crease. How much pressure was too much. The tastes of the tongue in one another's mouth. The angles at which they could meet. The steam of another's breath in your face. The sensation of sharing saliva.

Weiss gently bit Vernal's bottom lip before they both lunged at each other with their tongues out. Weiss didn't care that Vernal had bad breath either. She just wanted Vernal, faults and all.

They were like two animals engaged in a bizarre mating ritual. They took turns sucking on each other's tongues. Weiss tries to stick her tongue into the back of Vernal's throat. The initial shock made Vernal creep back with her eyes wide open. Their bodies gravitated towards the low-lying bear skin bed. They fall down softly as Weiss gently pushes Vernal towards it.

Weiss pins Vernal down as they continue to smooch. When she finally withdraws, Vernal abruptly decides to lick Weiss' face. There is an awkward pause before Weiss licks her face in return. Then her neck. Then her brown nipples. The hairs along every inch of Vernal's body stand on their ends. Weiss runs her hand on their tummy and lays on her side.

“I want you to relax. I need to make you nice and wet so things can run smoothly. Here's how love making works. I will put a part of me inside you. My private parts... inside your private parts... But it won't last forever. Nothing lasts forever. The young become old. The night becomes day. There is a time for love and a time battle. Can I make love to you tonight?” Weiss says soothingly.