The Woman

The Woman 22 MINUTE READ

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“I can tell you right now, this isn’t going to be some florid piece of poetry like you might have read, some elven maiden deflowering,” Lyquis snapped, even as she yanked at the ties of her overdress. “You’re powerful, there’s no doubt, but I am not in the habit of just bending to an onslaught.”

For most, such a combative response to the situation might have been a serious turn-off, the seed of a fight. But Tova was used to Lyquis. She’d fight to the death over the slim chance someone might mistreat or underestimate her, building a palisade of barbed insults and defensive derision to keep hurt away. Tova was almost relieved. This level of sniping meant Lyquis had to be nearly as nervous as her.

“I love bending,” was all Tova said, and she said it with a smile. Lyquis shot a suspicious look back over her shoulder, gauging whether Tova was teasing her, to which Tova responded by tugging her tunic over her head. Her bare beasts bounced slightly as she tossed it away and resettled in her kneeling position on the bed. To Tova’s eternal gratification, she watched Lyquis’s face go slack.

“Yes…” she stammered. “I’ve noticed flexibility is… one of your talents.”

“Come touch me?” Tova invited.

Lyquis dropped her overdress in a puddle of fabric and stepped over to the bed in her linen chemise. She still looked an absolute dream, even without all the embroidery and fuss. That golden hair, those silver eyes, her features like sculpted marble. Tova saw all this, and the steel beneath, but was hardly aware of herself. Lyquis was becoming very aware.

Tova’s gray-brown skin was a peculiarity of tieflings but inviting. Lyquis recalled suede bleached slightly by the sun, velvet to the touch. Lyquis’ hands looked stark and almost too sharp as she reached out and pressed one to Tova’s collar and another to the curve of her jaw. Skin so smooth, lips plush as Lyquis slowly drew her thumb over to them, and the wisps of her hair trailing along her neck light as air.

“You’re so soft,” she murmured, running her hand down from the shoulder to cup Tova’s breast and weigh it in her hand. Tova started to laugh but it turned into a hum of pleasure as Lyquis raised her other thumb and drew it across the deep brown nipple.

“Haven’t been keeping up my exercise,” Tova joked. “And too much elven tea cake.”

Lyquis rolled her eyes and brought the hand cupping Tova’s jaw down to grip her waist, felt the hard muscle still firmly etched there by years of gladiatorial bouts and hard months of survival. “Yes, you’re really going to seed. Fool. That’s not what I meant.”

Tova took Lyquis by the hips and drew her forward and down as she moved back. In a moment Lyquis found herself seated in Tova’s lap, chemise tangled around her thighs, the tiefling looking up at her with amusement.

“Okay. What did you mean?”

“I watched you kill a dire lion,” Lyquis observed, switching her grip to keep her balance with one hand and knead Tova’s breast with the other in a way the woman liked, if the tensing of the corded muscles in her thighs was any indication.

“Because of you,” Tova purred. She slid her hands up the outsides of Lyquis’ thighs slowly, as if waiting to be stopped. They were so warm, almost hot on Lyquis’ skin, and she had no interest in swatting them away. As a woman working near the seedy Blood Round she’d been pawed at by everyone but Tova, it seemed. Now she felt those warm hands grip her ass and squeeze and almost wished the woman had been bolder.

Lyquis would’ve broken her arm on the anvil immediately afterwards, but, still. Mmm.

“I made the swords, that’s all,” Lyquis reminded her. “You put them in its eyes. All that power, and yet you feel so giving under my hands.”

Tova grinned. “That’s because they’re your hands.”

Lyquis leaned in and kissed her. They hadn’t shared more than a few pecks and one heated embrace in the Meliamne jeweler’s workshop since Tova had come back and officially declared her interest, at least partially because Lyquis kept waiting for the other shoe to drop. Now that they were alone and already a bit ahead of themselves, she couldn’t pretend this was some cruel machination on the part of the tiefling, as much as part of her always wanted to be ready for a betrayal. Tova had crawled through hell just to deliver a letter. She didn’t have her hands on Lyquis now just to make her ashamed later.

Tova pressed close as they kissed, breasts pushing against Lyquis’ through the chemise. Lyquis reached up to tangle her hands in that curly, airy mop on her head and accidentally closed her hand around horn instead. She started to pull back but Tova laughed into the kiss and angled as Lyquis wanted.

“Was that—” Lyquis panted a little as they parted and she caught her breath. “—bad, or…?”

“Trade you a question for a question?” Tova asked, apparently apropos to nothing.

“Yes?” Lyquis prompted.

“Would touching your ears be weird?” Tova asked.

“Yes and no? They’re just ears, Tova.” Lyquis snorted. “No matter what the one copper romances write about them. I’m not going to melt.”

Tova grinned again and pressed a biting kiss to the side of Lyquis’ jaw. At the same time, she folded Lyquis’ hand back over her horn. “Good to know. Same here. But if they help you get me pointed in the right direction, then…”

Lyquis had a number of appealing images crop up then, and they must have shown on her face, because Tova’s grin turned impish. She closed her own hand over Lyquis’ to guide her through drawing her down by the horns, leaving a trail of love bites down the column of her neck.

“If you so much as tug one of my ears to give me direction, so help you…” Lyquis breathed, and she felt Tova choke down a laugh.

“Coulda guessed that wouldn’t go over well,” Tova teased. She let Lyquis’ hands go back to where they pleased as they kissed again, deeper this time, tongues sliding together and heat rising between them. Lyquis tugged at Tova’s breeches as Tova’s hands started to slip into her silken panties.

“These need to come off,” she demanded.

Tova didn’t argue, even though Lyquis’ chemise still came between them, pushing the elf to sit up so she could kick her breeches off. Lyquis’s eyebrows rose as Tova fell back totally naked.

“Do you just not believe in underwear?”

“I was going to bed,” Tova said with a breathless laugh. “And there are only so many things I feel like threading my tail through in a day.”

Lyquis snorted and sat back to give herself access to the sculpted vee of Tova’s iliac furrow, and what it led down to. The thatch of hair above her cunt was as dark as her eyebrows and the roots on her head, which only made sense, but still seemed odd in light of the bleached streaks in Tova’s ponytail.

Lyquis ran her hands up from the tops of Tova’s thighs to her breasts again as she thought about what she wanted to do. Tova was clearly interested but pliant under her, not as forceful and determined to have her way as Lyquis had dreaded she might be because of her life and profession. She finally recovered the presence of mind to ask something she’d been thinking about since sleeping with Tova had escalated from an idle thought to them ending up in a bedroom together. “Do you object to the use of tools?”

Tova, who had two hands on her tits and zero thoughts in her head, blinked up at Lyquis through a haze of arousal.

“What, like… tongs?”

From anyone else, Lyquis would’ve read it as mockery. But she could tell Tova simply wasn’t in full possession of her faculties, so she clarified.

“Not blacksmithing tools. Bedroom tools.”

Tova’s foggy look cleared a little at that, and at first Lyquis didn’t know why.

“You mean…” Tova’s lips pressed together in a suppressed grimace. “…ropes and shackles and whips and… and collars. That stuff?”

“Gods, no. I meant… oh, just let me…”

Lyquis shifted her weight on the woman she was straddling to reach the lockbox under her nightstand. There was no key, just the use of Lyquis’ only cantrip to open it, and she grabbed for the leather straps she’d tooled herself to yank out the item in question before Tova’s mind spun out into any more terrible ideas about Lyquis wanting to make a slave of her again. She dropped it on Tova’s abs with no ceremony.

“That’s…” Tova began, but didn’t seem to know how to finish. Finally, she managed, “You caught someone’s cock in a trap?”

The conclusion was so ludicrous and yet so very Tova that Lyquis couldn’t help a snort that turned into an actual laugh at Tova’s eyebrows rising. Her laughter chased away whatever tense thoughts had been on the tiefling’s mind and Lyquis felt firm hands squeeze her ass again.

“It’s a fake,” she explained. She lifted the rigging and tilted it so the whole thing looked correct and made more sense. “So those without can wear the harness and… well, the rest of course goes without saying.”

Lyquis saw the moment everything fell into place for Tova. The foggy look returned, along with a quick dart of Tova’s pink tongue to wet her lips before she spoke again.

“I think I, uh. I want you to say it.”

Lyquis drew herself up as imperiously as she could, straddling the tiefling, chemise rucked up around her waist from Tova’s wandering hands. “I’d like to strap this on and fuck you until you can’t walk.”

Tova felt like she sort of blacked out, because for a moment she wasn’t aware of anything but the throb of her cunt. She could feel the weight of the false cock heavy on her belly, the straps a little chilly but warming against her skin, and then she had to bear out another wave of ridiculous lust because she looked at it closer and realized she recognized the workmanship of the fittings, and Lyquis had made this herself.

“Words would be nice, Tova,” Lyquis prompted her. “Yes or no?”

“Hells yes,” Tova choked out. “Gods, that’s, uh, oh fuck. Yeah, I want…”

“Keep yourself entertained,” Lyquis commanded. With that she finally grabbed the hem of her chemise and yanked it off over her head. She was still in a silk breast binding, but Tova was entranced by the uncovering of all that skin. She so badly wanted to touch. But she got the feeling that ‘entertained’ didn’t mean ‘in my way while I buckle on this cock,’ so she settled for dragging her hands over her own nipples, playing with them and imagining getting her hands on the slight mounds of Lyquis’ breasts, chasing a pert nipple with her mouth.

Lyquis lifted herself up to slide the trailing ends of the harness straps underneath her thighs as she laid the buckles on top, and took hold of the cock, angling the bulbous knob opposite the shaft towards her. Tova choked a little as Lyquis drew aside her silken panties, revealing a tantalizing strip of golden hair and wet pink folds, before pushing the knob up and in.

She sighed at the feeling. It’d been ages. It was all designed for her, shaped steel with supple leather to pad every surface, and a final skin of slick buckskin tightly fitted over it all for comfort. A thought prompted by spotting a curiosity for sale that, through her skill, had become a useful tool and one of her few private pleasures. She opened her eyes to find Tova biting the side of her own hand, eyes wide and nearly black with arousal, hips unconsciously jerking to a rhythm Lyquis hadn’t set yet.

“There’s steel inside, so if anything starts to hurt, you have to tell me immediately,” Lyquis instructed, threading and tightening the buckles until the harness held as firmly to her hips as her cunt held to the knoblike anchor at the cock’s root. It was important to say this, but it was difficult, because Tova had just started nodding in agreement to everything the moment the strap-on was in place and Lyquis opened her mouth, and Lyquis really wanted to fuck her. “If you need to stop at any time tell me. Do you understand? Words, please.”

“I do, Lyquis,” Tova stammered. “Got it, all set, now could we—?”

Lyquis pushed off and slid back between Tova’s legs. She took both by the thighs and, with all the muscle she’d built in years of smithing, yanked the fighter into place where she wanted her. Tova slipped two of her fingers into her own mouth and moaned around them as she watched Lyquis get her where she wanted her. Lyquis knew what the answer was, but couldn’t help but taunt.

“Are you wet for me, Tova?” she asked. “Are you slick and ready?”

Tova groaned around the fingers in her mouth and started to shake. Lyquis pushed her left leg back, anchoring her hand under Tova’s bent knee, and lined the cock’s leather head up with Tova’s dripping cunt.

Tova’s wide, dark eyes fluttered shut as it sank in. Lyquis didn’t start meeting much resistance until two inches from the base of the shaft. She switched grip and pushed Tova wider, changed her angle, and pressed forward until their thighs slid against each other and Tova’s toes curled in her peripheral vision.

“Get your hand out of your mouth,” Lyquis said. “I want to hear you.”

Tova complied with a stuttering sigh. “Holy godsdamned… does your whole family want to hear me, too? Because that’s what’s gonna happen, Lyquis, gods, I can’t…”

“If my whole family were fucking you they could have an opinion,” the high elf snapped. “As it stands, I want to hear you forget how to speak, I’ve been looking forward to it.”

Lyquis drew back and out before Tova could think of anything to say, smart or dumb, and Tova made a soft groan at the change in sensation, strange emptiness now that she’d felt the stretch and fullness of Lyquis pushing in. Then Lyquis rocked forward again, hilting herself with no resistance this time. Tova’s breasts bounced with the motion while the muscles in her belly tightened. She let out a series of soft “oh”s that became more and more breathless as that thrust became two, then three, then a rhythm that dragged across the deep, tender spots inside her.

Lyquis kept waiting for her to try to flip the script or take the upper hand. No other lover Lyquis had ever taken had been able to resist the urge, after a time, to try to overpower the elf. But Tova seemed to like nothing better than being soundly fucked, hips rising to meet every thrust as Lyquis gave it to her.

“You do like to bend,” Lyquis noted, a trace of smugness in her voice, which was barely strained even as her hips snapped forward, while the fighter beneath her was starting to pant. She underscored her point by lifting Tova’s hips up on the next thrust, pushing her into a new angle that made the tiefling gasp out a swear.

“Bend, fold, roll over, whatever you want,” Tova managed. She reached out to grab Lyquis’ waist and steady herself as the slick, wet noises between them picked up in tempo. “Fuck, shit, oh gods, that’s so fucking good.”

“Good?” Lyquis scoffed. As she withdrew from the next thrust she reached down, gathered some of Tova’s fluids on her slender fingers, and brought them to bear on the tiefling’s as-yet neglected clit. Tova had already been worked up more than she’d planned stripping off. Just a few moments of Lyquis’ firm touch had her shouting and locking tight around the cock, her hand on Lyquis’ hip digging in to bruising as she rode out her peak.

Lyquis waited until Tova had fallen back and was gasping to catch her breath before she released her grip on the woman’s thigh and leaned in. The knob of the cock was clenched tight by her own internal muscles, shifting pleasantly at the movement, though Tova let out a desperate little sound at the cock dragging inside her, as sensitive as she was.

“I have a theory,” Lyquis said.

“Uh-huh?” Tova replied, chest still tight from the orgasm and body limp as her lover leaned in to study her with those piercing silver eyes.

“You hate having control taken from you,” Lyquis suggested, moving past that part quickly, so as not to let Tova dwell on why that was again, “but you like to give it up willingly, if you trust someone won’t lead you wrong. You love how it feels.”

“That’s…” Tova still seemed a little out of it. “…maybe?”

“I think so,” Lyquis said. With that she reached back and undid the lacings of her breast binding, pulling the silk free and tossing it aside. At the same time, she braced her hands farther up the bed on either side of Tova, and rocked back in, working her false cock deep into Tova’s completely unresisting body once again.

“Too much, too much,” Tova gasped. Her arms stirred as if to push back, but she was still too weak from coming to put up much of a fuss. “I can’t, too soon, I’m too—”

Lyquis closed the last bit of distance between them, the pert points of her breasts finally dragging against Tova’s as they met chest-to-chest. She bit down on the sweat-slick hollow where Tova’s neck met the muscles of her shoulder and listened with satisfaction to Tova’s protests descend into nonsense.

“You’ve been trying to give it up to me since the day we met,” Lyquis murmured into her neck. “I couldn’t believe it, you were so earnest, I sent you packing for my pride. But now that I trust you, I am going to ruin you for anyone else.”

Lyquis leaned back to get a good look at the effect of her words. Back were the glazed, dark eyes, and the expression of utter shock mixed with arousal was very satisfying. She felt Tova’s tail curl around the inside of her thigh. Lyquis leaned back in, close enough to kiss but not, as she began to drive into Tova again, mingled fluids dripping down between them.

Tova couldn’t manage anything more than helpless gasps and hiccups as Lyquis fucked her through post-orgasm over-sensitivity into fresh pleasure. The high elf locked their lips in biting kisses before sucking her way down Tova’s neck to leave mark after mark. Tova knew she could take back control at any time. But there was something about giving in to how vulnerable coming had made her feel and letting Lyquis lay into her, start to serve her own pleasure if the moans she was making at how their angle put friction on her own clit were any sign.

Lyquis was right. Lyquis was right, and Tova wouldn’t have ever realized it about herself if Lyquis hadn’t watched and waited and then put her mind to understanding her. Tova’s hands scrabbled for purchase on Lyquis’ back as it bowed, the high elf leaning back to mouth at the curve of her breasts as they rocked with the rhythm of their fucking.

“Yes,” Tova breathed, feeling Lyquis all around and inside her and breaking a little bit under the realization of how safe she felt, “yes, yes, you— Please, Lyquis—”

Lyquis shook and buried her face in Tova’s sweat-matted hair, hips jerking forward fast and frantically as she came with a soft keen, taut as a lute wire, against her. Tova groaned in satisfaction. She crossed her ankles and tightened her thighs to hold Lyquis close as she snaked a hand between them and stroked herself to completion, her other hand petting the fall of her lover’s golden hair. She was circling the edge when she had a better thought.

“Lay back,” she mumbled. When Lyquis just made an aggravated puff of air, Tova pushed up, groaning again as the cock slipped free. “Mmm, come on, lay back.”

Lyquis was feeling sated enough not to be too frustrated with the eventual turn of events. She let Tova push her up and over until it was her sprawled on her back, and wasn’t too much surprised when Tova fumbled at the buckles and straps of her false cock. She’d suffer Tova trying it out for herself. Lyquis knew she would stop if asked.

Tova didn’t put it on. She slipped it out of Lyquis and tossed it aside before hooking her fingers in the sides of Lyquis’ silken panties and finally pulling them off. Lyquis roused herself to a little more awareness as Tova settled down between her legs, kissing at the angry red marks left on her thighs by the strap-on, and reached up for her hand.

She got the shape of the idea when Tova folded it over her horn again.

“Oh,” Lyquis breathed. “Oh, you want…”

Tova almost looked sheepish. “Let me?”

“No,” Lyquis said, something in the bottom of her gut fluttering again but unable to resist another taunt, “I think I want you to say it. What do you want, Tova?”

“I want you to take me by the horns and put my mouth where you like it,” she said, grinning, “with nothing between us.”

Lyquis took a firm grip on both horns and watched Tova slip one hand between her own legs while the other pushed Lyquis’ right thigh down.

“Who made you for me?” Lyquis murmured. “Hmm? What god made you just to reward my terrible life choices?”

Lyquis put Tova’s mouth where she wanted it before the tiefling could answer.

It was only later, when they lay next to each other utterly exhausted, lightly feathered by the down spilling out of a pillow Tova had gored while being fucked earlier, that Lyquis’ confidence in arousal faded to niggling doubt.

“I’m just a person, you know,” Lyquis murmured. “Just a smith.”

Tova laughed. She sounded exhausted, but in an entirely different way than she had three weeks ago, scars fresh and eyes wary. “I… I know that. I… It’s only…”

There was a moment of silence there between them, sweat cooling, heartbeats slowing. The sound of Tova’s lips parting to speak again was almost loud at the end.

“When I got free, I couldn’t believe it,” she began. “I hadn’t known anything else, hadn’t thought I was strong enough to be free before that. I had to explain it.”

“The swords,” Lyquis supplied. She felt more than saw Tova’s nod.

“There was a reason I could only manage freedom when I did. I set it up in my head so that you delivered me. And then the more time I spent with you, the more I idolized you, I started to feel something real, not part of that story I told myself.”

Tova curled in on herself.

“Then, in… in the dark. I thought over and over I was gonna die. I told myself, when I wanted to just let it happen, just get it over with, that I couldn’t. I couldn’t because there was a sun-haired goddess waiting for me whose face puts Tymora’s to shame, and I just had to crawl up back to her.”

Feelings of horror and discomfort warred in Lyquis’ gut. Tova didn’t talk much about what she’d experienced below, but that day she fell down in the courtyard of the Meliamne’s ancestral home and kissed Lyquis’ feet, her eyes had been crazed. She didn’t know what horrors Tova had endured to make it back to some impossibly beautiful and perfect woman. Lyquis didn’t know how to say that the woman Tova blasphemed for wasn’t real, and she’d only be let down. But then a warm, heavy arm slid around Lyquis’ middle and drew her close.

“I think we come up with what will get us through the moment,” she murmured, breath and lips so close to the nape of Lyquis’ neck the high elf shivered. Tova sighed. “Lyquis… the things I saw. So many of them were just… too much. Beyond anything. But you…”

She laughed.

“Two days into me being back, you slammed your thumb with a hammer, sat down on the edge of the forge, and caught your tunic on fire. Cursed like a Baldur’s Gate whore the whole time putting yourself out and mopping up the blood.”

“You saw that?” Lyquis asked with a groan. A particularly keen moment of stupidity, and she had no idea Tova had been around for it.

“I didn’t want to be away from you, even when you’d had enough of me, that first week,” Tova confessed, and the vulnerability in her voice hit Lyquis harder than any hammer could have. “I just stayed out of sight, but it made me realize… What would I do with a fifty-foot goddess, crowned with the sun? I faced things like that, and all it does is drive you mad. Let me have the woman.”

With that, perhaps the longest thought Lyquis had heard Tova say aloud was done, and she nuzzled into the curve of Lyquis’ throat. Her throat which felt tight with words choked down. And beyond that, her heart, which felt like it had been taken in one of Tova’s rough and powerful hands, and slowly squeezed.

She lay there for a half hour letting herself feel the ache before she could open her mouth.

“You can have me,” she whispered. Lyquis didn’t know if she hoped Tova was asleep or not. It felt too vulnerable not to temper the thought with a threat or diversion, but utterly wrong to try to add them. “As long as you like. Just the woman. No goddess.”

Tova’s hand flattened against Lyquis’ stomach and pulled her in the rest of the way so her back was flush with Tova’s front.

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