[story] allegretto
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Titania sits atop the infamous Mount Song, chin propped up by her fist as she gazes down at the great fire-bird crumble to ash before her. What’s left of its huge body disappears below the clouds and she smiles once Harmony arms wrap loosely around her neck. She leans into Harmony’s soft yet wiry body and swallows her weary sigh, relieved as she was not bested by the powerful creature. No matter how long they travel together, Titania will never be comfortable displaying her weakness before Harmony, who is beautiful and slight, but dangerous in her own subtle way.
In short, Titania doesn’t trust her, but that’s all right, because she doesn’t really trust anyone. Neither of them do—it’s part of what makes them such a fit pair. And besides, Harmony is welcoming when they stumble into their shelter for the evening, a cave with smooth walls that hum from the fire-bird's heat. She lays Titania down on their sleeping mat, gently, as if the taller woman's body hasn't been decorated by battle scars and warrior tattoos. When Harmony straddles her, it's with a coy smile on her honey-brown face and mischief shining in her dark brown eyes.
"Well?" Titania grunts impatiently, because the back of her hand is scorched and she doesn't think there's a bone in her body that hasn't been fractured, sprained, or broken.
"Good things come to those who wait," Harmony says, disapproval written all over her immaculate face.
That doesn't stop her from singing a wordless tune. The pit of Titania's stomach warms up and the heat spreads down into her lightly-haired womanhood and up into her well-shaped breasts. Euphoria sweeps through Titania and above her Harmony slowly strips her of her heavy armor. It leaves her feeling small. Normally, this would be a bad thing, but the usual vulnerabilities are tossed away by Harmony's dulcet tones and Titania feels her body relax as deft fingers rake through her golden hair. She stretches out, sighing with pleasure as Harmony frees her from her restrictive undergarments and then proceeds to cup her right breast. Harmony's hands are warm. Everything's warm. It makes Titania momentarily shake with ecstasy, because she's never felt so good and perhaps her breasts are small, but Harmony's aren't. The thought of her generous globes dries Titania's mouth. She thoughtlessly licks her lips.
"Mighty Titania," Harmony says. Her words should be mocking, but they're too full of fondness. "Slayer of beasts and killer of men. Your overwhelming voice put the sorceress Capella to her knees and parted those same knees for your sweet mouth. You opened her up with nimble fingers and sent her body to uncontrollable shivers with your powerful song. Capella's peak came by a humming in between her legs and a whistle to her vulva. Monsters fall at your feet when your sword, Crescendo, pierces through them, fueled by your melodies. And yet..."
Here, she laughs. Despite herself, Titania smiles.
"And yet I find myself to have bested you!" she ends, grinning, and Titania laughs.
"Stop telling me stories I already know, healer!" she croons and with the one note that passes through her wide mouth, she has Harmony on her back.
It's with great satisfaction that Titania takes her seat atop her. "I love to hear about myself as all men and women do, but must you do it every time we take to bed?"
Harmony's hair billows around her like a halo, a sea of black around her fragile features. Her large, doe eyes and pink, full lips are wide apart and Titania wants to kiss the latter.
"I'd hardly call this a bed--"
So she does.
There's something pure about the inside of Harmony's mouth. And something sweet, besides, but that may simply be an effect of the way she so swiftly parts her lips, freely giving Titania access. She mewls loudly into Titania's mouth. Both of their breaths grow shallow and quick as Titania forcefully tugs Harmony's blouse from her frame. The top will be ruined, but neither of them care, not with how Harmony's writhing underneath Titania, or how Titania is nibbling at the erogenous area where Harmony's neck and shoulder meet.
"I wonder..." Titania murmurs to herself once the blouse - that had once been silk and lovely - has been tossed into a corner to be quickly forgotten. Harmony moans once callused hands cup her bosom and hisses when they twist her tan nipples.
"Would you even need me to touch between your legs? To whistle to you as I did to Capella?" her voice is barely above a whisper, but it makes Harmony shudder with want. "I mean, Galliard's flute, my hands aren't small, but it takes two to hold one breast. Your nipples are so sensitive. Let me tell you a story," she says, breathing on one nipple as it puckers beneath her mouth.
Harmony arches her back, seeking to have that mouth wrap so beautifully around her and suck her to joy. A good plan, Harmony knows, but Titania only laughs and jerks her head up too fast for Harmony to meet it for even a split second. She whimpers in sorrow.
"I remember the first day we met, beneath the blazing sun in the Valley of Fermata. You were a healer for a band of minstrels that I chose to travel with - for purposes I feel inappropriate for such an occasion." She, for once, gratifies Harmony, but though it pulls such a succulent moan from her, Titania rapidly retreats. Her smirk smug, Titania continues. "One drunken grope. That's all, and you were transformed from a silver-tongued wench to a wet-cunted bitch in heat."
"Please," Harmony groans, equal parts exasperated and desperate. "No dog references."
"You like it," Titania firmly responds and Harmony doesn't disagree.
Instead, she tugs Titania's head down. It's a futile act, but Titania decides to take pity upon her lover. Sweat slides down both their bodies and Harmony's malleable breasts look unbearably inviting.
"I love it," Harmony hisses and Titania pretends to be unsurprised.
the end
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Titania sits atop the infamous Mount Song, chin propped up by her fist as she gazes down at the great fire-bird crumble to ash before her. What’s left of its huge body disappears below the clouds and she smiles once Harmony arms wrap loosely around her neck. She leans into Harmony’s soft yet wiry body and swallows her weary sigh, relieved as she was not bested by the powerful creature. No matter how long they travel together, Titania will never be comfortable displaying her weakness before Harmony, who is beautiful and slight, but dangerous in her own subtle way.
In short, Titania doesn’t trust her, but that’s all right, because she doesn’t really trust anyone. Neither of them do—it’s part of what makes them such a fit pair. And besides, Harmony is welcoming when they stumble into their shelter for the evening, a cave with smooth walls that hum from the fire-bird's heat. She lays Titania down on their sleeping mat, gently, as if the taller woman's body hasn't been decorated by battle scars and warrior tattoos. When Harmony straddles her, it's with a coy smile on her honey-brown face and mischief shining in her dark brown eyes.
"Well?" Titania grunts impatiently, because the back of her hand is scorched and she doesn't think there's a bone in her body that hasn't been fractured, sprained, or broken.
"Good things come to those who wait," Harmony says, disapproval written all over her immaculate face.
That doesn't stop her from singing a wordless tune. The pit of Titania's stomach warms up and the heat spreads down into her lightly-haired womanhood and up into her well-shaped breasts. Euphoria sweeps through Titania and above her Harmony slowly strips her of her heavy armor. It leaves her feeling small. Normally, this would be a bad thing, but the usual vulnerabilities are tossed away by Harmony's dulcet tones and Titania feels her body relax as deft fingers rake through her golden hair. She stretches out, sighing with pleasure as Harmony frees her from her restrictive undergarments and then proceeds to cup her right breast. Harmony's hands are warm. Everything's warm. It makes Titania momentarily shake with ecstasy, because she's never felt so good and perhaps her breasts are small, but Harmony's aren't. The thought of her generous globes dries Titania's mouth. She thoughtlessly licks her lips.
"Mighty Titania," Harmony says. Her words should be mocking, but they're too full of fondness. "Slayer of beasts and killer of men. Your overwhelming voice put the sorceress Capella to her knees and parted those same knees for your sweet mouth. You opened her up with nimble fingers and sent her body to uncontrollable shivers with your powerful song. Capella's peak came by a humming in between her legs and a whistle to her vulva. Monsters fall at your feet when your sword, Crescendo, pierces through them, fueled by your melodies. And yet..."
Here, she laughs. Despite herself, Titania smiles.
"And yet I find myself to have bested you!" she ends, grinning, and Titania laughs.
"Stop telling me stories I already know, healer!" she croons and with the one note that passes through her wide mouth, she has Harmony on her back.
It's with great satisfaction that Titania takes her seat atop her. "I love to hear about myself as all men and women do, but must you do it every time we take to bed?"
Harmony's hair billows around her like a halo, a sea of black around her fragile features. Her large, doe eyes and pink, full lips are wide apart and Titania wants to kiss the latter.
"I'd hardly call this a bed--"
So she does.
There's something pure about the inside of Harmony's mouth. And something sweet, besides, but that may simply be an effect of the way she so swiftly parts her lips, freely giving Titania access. She mewls loudly into Titania's mouth. Both of their breaths grow shallow and quick as Titania forcefully tugs Harmony's blouse from her frame. The top will be ruined, but neither of them care, not with how Harmony's writhing underneath Titania, or how Titania is nibbling at the erogenous area where Harmony's neck and shoulder meet.
"I wonder..." Titania murmurs to herself once the blouse - that had once been silk and lovely - has been tossed into a corner to be quickly forgotten. Harmony moans once callused hands cup her bosom and hisses when they twist her tan nipples.
"Would you even need me to touch between your legs? To whistle to you as I did to Capella?" her voice is barely above a whisper, but it makes Harmony shudder with want. "I mean, Galliard's flute, my hands aren't small, but it takes two to hold one breast. Your nipples are so sensitive. Let me tell you a story," she says, breathing on one nipple as it puckers beneath her mouth.
Harmony arches her back, seeking to have that mouth wrap so beautifully around her and suck her to joy. A good plan, Harmony knows, but Titania only laughs and jerks her head up too fast for Harmony to meet it for even a split second. She whimpers in sorrow.
"I remember the first day we met, beneath the blazing sun in the Valley of Fermata. You were a healer for a band of minstrels that I chose to travel with - for purposes I feel inappropriate for such an occasion." She, for once, gratifies Harmony, but though it pulls such a succulent moan from her, Titania rapidly retreats. Her smirk smug, Titania continues. "One drunken grope. That's all, and you were transformed from a silver-tongued wench to a wet-cunted bitch in heat."
"Please," Harmony groans, equal parts exasperated and desperate. "No dog references."
"You like it," Titania firmly responds and Harmony doesn't disagree.
Instead, she tugs Titania's head down. It's a futile act, but Titania decides to take pity upon her lover. Sweat slides down both their bodies and Harmony's malleable breasts look unbearably inviting.
"I love it," Harmony hisses and Titania pretends to be unsurprised.
the end
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Date: 2012-01-31 06:39 pm (UTC)This story is HOTT.