It wasn't intense, but that wasn't the point. Not yet.
Then all the fingers were brought into play, the short nails of her right hand
being slowly and carefully lifted upward, like a brush across her womanhood.
This was done
several times, but just as Maria was about to ask for more, it was there. The
pressure and intensity of the moment increasing. A warm tongue found her then,
the little nub of her clitoris hardening under the attention. Before she was
really ready, a finger found her, making a ring of her inner lips, gently,
moving in time to the licking.
Finally,
instead of entering her, as expected, there was a brief pause, and solid eye
contact.
"You
really aren't a traitor?"
It was a strange
thing to say, given the moment, but also an understandable one. It was hard to
give yourself to a person you hated, wasn't it?
"I'm
really not. I never was."
"Oh. Good
then."
The lovely pink
tongue settled in then, working harder than before. Every few moments Petra's
beautiful eyes would look up, locking with her own. It was sweet, and in the
end, satisfying enough. For a first time.
As she held the
girl's head, she came into her mouth, again and again, grinding until she'd had
what she could take from the moment, for now.
She didn't let
go though, just holding her new friend there for a bit. Letting her taste the
victory she'd brought about.
"Thank
you, love. Now, I believe it's your turn?"
That got a shy
grin from the woman. Maria decided it looked good on her. Then she got to the
subject at hand. Or, as it were, mouth.
Chapter five
It was over
half an hour later when they were both finished. They'd moved to the big bed in
the back, which was very soft, and warmer than Maria would have made it
herself. She liked things to be slightly cool, personally. It wasn't bad
though, and neither of them worked up a sweat, since it seemed they were both
in shape for what they were doing. For the most part.
Petra, who was
nude, sat up and rubbed at her mouth, then cleared her throat.
"My tongue
is sore. The muscle in the back?"
It was a thing
that could happen if you weren't ready for such things. Maria was better off
that way herself, but it was probably due to all the regular practice she had
at pleasing women. So she winked and nodded her head a bit.
"You'll
strengthen with practice. Do this, three, four times a week and that will stop
soon enough. I would have thought that someone like you would have worked on
that already." She made movements in the air, pretending to swing a sword
around. Poorly. She wasn't a fighter after all. "Isn't that a big part of
what you teach? Be prepared for everything, and practice constantly? What would
you do if you got into some kind of contest where you had to please different
women for the fate of the world? Hmm? Get through the first two and then fail,
apparently, too sore to go on. You should be ashamed, really." Maria
leaned in, sitting not too far from her and kissed her on the mouth gently,
nibbling just a little on her bottom lip. Savoring the taste of herself that
was still there. It wasn't too bad. Slightly salty, but nice. "Good thing
we found out now, before something too horrible happened that way! I'll help
you practice for that, because I'm so kind, but you really need a few other
training partners. Countess Printer perhaps? You two are still friends, aren't
you?"
It was a real
question. Holly Printer had thrown in with the rebellion a few years before.
After King Richard had failed to kill one of the rebellion members, strangely
enough. Maria understood the basic idea however. Count Rodriguez had taken
Petra, her best friend, and tortured her for weeks . She'd been raped
too, but seemed to be recovering now. Years later.
That part had
been hidden from everyone, to keep Marvin from declaring war on that County, to
seek his revenge for the act. It was a hard thing for all involved, no doubt.
County Ward had kept that fact secret from the people after it was found