Her breath hitched as she drew even closer, the fingers from her hands spreading across Elyn's form.
Her fingers moving with a slow yet deliberate urgency.
One by one, she began to unbuckle the armor, each strap becoming undone with a resounding snap as they fell.
Mara leaned in, her lips brushing along Elyn's neck.
"Elyn," she whispered her name as her tongue traced a line along Elyn's pale skin, her teeth grazing upon the skin, leaving behind a flushed and red mark that made Elyn tense and furrow her brow.
The final piece of Elyn's armor dropped towards the bed with a soft thud.
Mara swept each armor aside without a glance, her focus and eyes locked on the woman beneath her.
Elyn.
Her fingers ran across the thin fabric that still clung on Elyn's slender body, making her shiver in pleasure.
Heat surged between them.
Intense.
Almost suffocating.
As the flowers of lilith had begun to take full effect.
The air grew thicker, every breath heavier, and every touch…
Electric.
Their skin glistened with sweat, foreheads pressing against each other as they both tried to tame the fire burning inside them.
Hands clasped, fingers tangled, hearts racing as both were taken by the drug higher and higher into pleasure…
And something far more dangerous.
The more they touched, the more they burned.
And neither one of them could tell where this fire within them would lead.
"Haah… Elyn," Mara breathed, her voice trembled with urgency as her hands slipped beneath the fabric, tracing gently across Elyn's chest.
Her touch was light, wanting…
Yet they were also firm, as if she was touching something she had longed for.
Then, their lips met again.
Hotter this time.
Breathless.
Messy.
Their mouths moved in sync, tongues twisting, intertwining and pressing together. Each kiss, more unrestrained and chaotic than the last.
A smudge of Mara's lipstick stained the edges of Elyn's mouth as both kisses each other even deeper, and chaotic—like a storm that could not be contained.
Meanwhile, Elyn's hand moved with purpose, slipping beneath Mara's clothes. Her fingertips glided along the soft skin of Mara's abdomen.
Slow.
Deliberate.
Until a quiet gasp escaped Mara's lips.
She then sat up right, her breath ragged—and let the dress fall from her shoulder in a graceful and unshameful way.
No words were uttered from both of them.
Elyn simply reached out, her hands exploring Mara's form with care—learning it as if they were text written in a journal.
She followed every curve, from the rise of her chest to the subtle dip from her waist… then lower still until it reached Mara's core.
Mara's eyes fluttered, her hands finding Elyn's and guiding them, pressing down over the spot where the fire burned the hottest.
Then what followed was quickened breaths, Mara biting her lips as she began to rock her hips—her core already burning, yet drenched in pleasure at the same time.
Elyn could feel it—the rising warmth festering inside Mara.
Pulsating.
Restless.
Warm.
And drenched.
Her fingers moved gently, deliberately, as Elyn twisted and turned it.
Elyn's fingers drew Mara's gasps that filled the room with a quiet and sweet melody. There was no need for words, the tension between them spoke louder than anything they could even say at that point.
Mara's body trembled, the heat building from her abdomen was like a volcano on the verge of eruption.
Her breath hitched with each movement, her hands gripping on Elyn's hand in support.
With one fluid motion, Elyn pressed Mara back onto the bed and shifted above her—her dark hair falling over her shoulders, silver eyes never leaving Mara's face.
Elyn then kissed a slow trail down Mara's body, deliberate and worshipping—each kiss deeper than the lost, tracing a path of hunger…
A hunger for pleasure.
Her tongue then slithered towards Mara's core like a snake hunting its prey—finding the bud of the flower.
Her tongue was rough, slithering and wet—as her fingers ran rampant inside Mara, making her convulse and shake.
"U-Urgh!" Mara's voice caught in her throat, her eyes flickering as the sensation of pleasure.
Her fingers tangled in Elyn's hair, her body arching, unable to resist the waves of pleasure crashing within her.
"S-Stop!" exclaimed Mara, her expression flushed and begging.
But Elyn didn't stop.
She met Mara's gaze with a quiet and burning determination.
The air grew thick, the fire within Mara burned to its peak—until her whole buddy shuddered in a crescendo of pleasure that filled the room with her sweet voice.
Elyn could feel it within, the trembling, and warmth—she pulled out her fingers, drenched by the nectar of a flower that bloomed beautifully.
Silence then followed.
Mara lay back, chest rising and falling, her lips slightly apart with a dazed smile.
Yet Elyn was far from done.
Elyn unclipped her belt, removing her undergarments fully—discarding them piece by piece until there was nothing between her and Mara.
Elyn's body laid bare, flesh and even soul.
The dark veins that marked across Elyn's body pulsed softly, like black and shadowy rivers flowing across pale skin.
From her cheek down to her toes, they glimmered faintly with an eerie energy.
Energy that whispered corruption, pain, and sin.
"You're beautiful…" Mara stared, breath caught in her throat at the sight of Elyn's body.
Her fingers twitched with the urge to touch Elyn, to trace those very dark lines, to feel the forbidden pulsing within them.
Yet Elyn leaned in, legs entwining with Mara's, her lips slightly touching her ankle.
Elyn then smirked, a wicked expression evident on her face.
"You think we're finished?" she whispered low, then began to rock her hips back and forth—igniting the fire once again.
"We have all night to waste, lady."
Through long hours of the night, their bodies tangled and untangled, breathless and spent, only to find each other again. There were no further words, only heat—soft gasps and the unrelenting melody of need and pleasure.
By the time they were done, both women were flushed, trembling, and wrapped in each other's arms as they fell into deep sleep.
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The sounds of birds chirped through the thin windows, the muffled voices of a waking city piercing through the walls. Sunlight broke through the glass, casting a pricking sensation upon Elyn's forehead.
She winced and cracked one eye open.
Beside her was Mara, curled up as her breath was still soft with sleep.
Elyn stirred slowly, muscles sore and voice hoarse as she ruffled her hair as she sat up.
With a gentle nudge, she brushed Mara's shoulder.
"Mara wake up," Elin muttered. "Won't your parents start looking for you?"
Mara blinked as soon as she heard those words—and then shot up, scrambling to find her scattered clothes.
Elyn meanwhile grabbed her own gear, furrowing her brows in the stiffness of her limbs.
"Lower the dosage of the devil's flower next time."
"Got it," Mara said, her movements in a hurry as she hopped to pull her boots on, before turning to Elyn.
"So where are you off to now?"
Elyn pauses, eyes narrowing slightly as she thinked, remembering the parchment that was given to her by that cloaked individual.
"The underground," Elyn continued, fastening her sword belt around her waist—before pulling her armor on her body.
Before she could turn, Mara extended her arm out towards Elyn to place on her hands.
A small silver locket, intricate, and faintly warm to the touch.
"Stop by," Mara said softly, her fingers brushing against Elyn's cheek with playful affection.
"Whenever you like."
Then, with a mischievous smile, she added, "The improved variant will be ready by the end of the week. Lower dosage. Promise."