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Sometimes, Vi wondered how it would feel to just let her blade pierce through Caitlyn's soft and pliant body. To lick her fingers clean of her blood and maybe, finally then her hunger and desire for that wretched woman would be satiated. Yet, Vi knew her fingers would also be the ones desperately acting as the seal, fighting off the death she called upon. Her very own executioner and saviour. Vi perused the naked, warm body beside hers. Caitlyn's chest rising and falling softly with each breath, Vi wished she were the oxygen travelling down her lungs and heart. She closed her eyes, then released a weary sigh.
Kill her.
Pain bloomed across Vi's skull, radiating down to her spine and arms. She suppressed the slew of profanity that threatened to spill out of her mouth. Her muscles tensed up in agony; she willed her pounding heart to slow, taking deep and slow breaths to hold on to the reins of her mind. Her nails bit into the flesh of her palm, blood trickling from the force. The figure beside her stirred. Shit.
Soft and unmarred hands reached out until Vi felt them on her bare breasts, a chaste kiss pressed onto her shoulder. "Something wrong?" Caitlyn asked, voice hoarse from sleep. It still sounded like a spill of nectar and ambrosia to Vi's ears.
Vi fought to keep her voice steady as she murmured, "There's nothing wrong. Go back to sleep." She grabbed Caitlyn's resting hand on her chest and placed a chaste kiss on her palm. She heard a soft huff of laughter, muffled by the sheets. A moment passes, and Vi hears the slowing of Caitlyn's breaths again. She fell back asleep. All the while, searing pain continued to spread across her body, her breath hitching from the agony. The only spot safe from that blistering pain was where Caitlyn's hand rested on her chest. She was Vi's purveyor of haven and damnation, married into one figure.
End the pain and crush heaven in your hands.
Feast on the blood of a god.
I saw her stretch her body, the muscles on her back rippling from the motion. Marks of my teeth imprinted on the expanse of her broad shoulders, trails of red carved by my nails. I made a constellation on her back that I alone could say I conquered. Her body was a weapon, one that I wielded as a tool outside this room.
Oh how tightly I gripped her flaming hair in my fist, or whatever I could hold on to with its sparing length, while her long, thick fingers pumped deeply inside of me relentlessly. She knew exactly where to go and which angles to hit. I writhed on the bed from the sheer pleasure.
My mother would be aghast if she saw the state of me now. Thank god, I killed her.
"I'm no longer going to entertain conversation with the likes of you." Vi wished she could roll her eyes at the petulant voice but decorum stopped her from doing so.
"Yet, you're still standing here." She muttered under her breath.
"Did you say something?" The owner of the annoying and petulant voice asked.
"No, Your Highness."
"Follow me." The princess flourished the skirt of her gaudy dress as she turned around and stomped on forward.
As if I have a choice.
As Vi attended to the younger princess, another one of the emperor's daughters with a whole cadre behind her passed them by in the same hall. Abruptly stopping mid-stride, her guards efficiently falling to a stop behind her.
"Princess Seraphine." Her voice was accented and slightly deeper.
The owner of the petulant voice, Seraphine, went down on a deep curtsy to show the proper respect owed to her sister. Vi quickly followed suit, deeply bowing. Though she was in a much different position in front of the princess last night.
"Your Highness."
"Could I borrow Ser Vi from you for a moment? Ser Lorris will take over her post for the time being." The princess asked, though it was in the tone of a command. There was no question it would be done.
Vi stiffened beside the younger princess. She never interacted with the royal heir outside of the bedroom apart from what courtesy demanded.
"Of course, Your Highness." Just like Vi, she never really had a choice. Seraphine turned around to face Vi, eyebrow raising to wordlessly bade her to follow the order. Indignation clearly written over her face.
Once Vi expediently fell in line beside Caitlyn where Ser Lorris previously was, Caitlyn commanded the rest of the cadre behind to scatter.
"Is there anything you require from me, Your Highness?"
"Besides your tongue in my mouth?" The princess whispered. Although she wasn't facing Vi and her smooth strides were unbroken, Vi knew exactly how her face looked, with her dark lashes slowly fluttering against her cheeks in that lascivious way– exactly as it did last night.
"Your Highness."
"Your fingers in my–" Caitlyn continued to tease, while crossing the imperial halls in smooth and long calculated strides.
Vi released a very exasperated sigh.
"I jest. I need you to look into something for me, urgently."
"Is it something that even Ser Lorris can't fulfill?"
"It requires your…certain expertise."
"What exactly does that mean?"
"An envoy is coming from one of the northern kingdoms. One with a very beautiful princess in tow."
Realization was starting to dawn on Vi. She looked incredulously at the princess. "And exactly, what would you have me do with this princess?"
"We need information about multiple relics possibly being hidden within their kingdom."
"How would you have me extract this information?"
"Are you daft? Do I need to spell it out?"
"So you want me to whore myself out for information?"
"Everyone loves an impossibly handsome and strong knight."
"I see."
"Are you refusing imperial commands, Ser?" The princess's tone shifted to a calculated and detached one. She had a task that needed to be done and she had the exact weapon to dispatch and execute it.
"No, Your Highness," Vi responded curtly. Coldly.
Whatever she demanded, I'd move the heavens to get. And she knew that.
"Do whatever it takes."
Vi bowed deeply, her mail suddenly felt heavier than it had moments ago.
Vi slowly took off her mail, then the straps that fastened on her chestplate. The princess slowly unbuckled the ones for her gauntlets and pauldron. This tedious process kind of fed on to the heat and hunger that has been simmering for days since the envoy arrived. While she's been hard at work harvesting the princess' requested information. After all her armour was cast off to the side and her undergarments taken off and her entire body was laid bare for the princess to examine. She most definitely did not flex the muscles in her arms as she felt the princess' inquisitive eyes rove over her body. In a heartbeat, the princess' finger laid on a spot. A mark . One she wasn't the culprit behind.
She could see an emotion quickly flit through her eyes. Even from the inches the princess had on her, Vi could still see the rapid fluttering of the princess' eyelashes against her rosy cheeks.
"I need you to fuck me." The princess whispered, her voice low yet commanding. Of course, as her obedient servant, Vi could only acquiesce. Happily.
"How dare that decrepit bitch– fuck . Go harder –" Caitlyn's breaths coming in short, stuttered gasps as Vi thrusted deeply into her over and over. "Lay her hands on you, and even dare leave a mark on you–keep fucking going– oh shit, yes, yes. Right there. " The princess continues her tirade, breaking off in moans. Sweat drips down Vi's temple from the effort, her hips and muscles straining from the effort. The leather chafed her skin uncomfortably, her clit throbbing from the occasional friction of the harness rubbing onto it. She grinds her hips against the princess to chase that sensation and groans at the pleasure coiling in her lower abdomen. She feels the princess' hands grip her waist to keep her there, pushing her hips against Vi's, driving the cock deeper into her.
The princess deftly maneuvers them around, pushing Vi onto her back then quickly lifting her hips and immediately drops it back down on the cock. Her cunt tightly wrapped around it, muscles clenching and throbbing around it. She continued to vigorously ride it with all abandon, all decorum befitting her station discarded in the dust. The obscene sounds of skin slapping against skin and the wetness dripping down from their cunts filled the room. Her breasts bounced with each thrust. Vi reached out and squeezed one of them, causing the princess to release a keen whine.
" Fuck. Fuck. It feels so good. " The princess breathlessly gasped as Vi hit the right spot again and again.
"Did you make that bitch come like this?"
Vi only grunted in response, there was no proper one that would quell the foul mood the princess was in, regardless of what words she said.
She felt hands wrap around her throat, closing around it, not tight enough to suffocate her, but enough to command her attention.
"Answer my question." The princess' voice low, her breath hitching as she continued to lift and drop her hips down on the cock.
"I didn't."
"Did you make her come with this mouth?" Her fingers released their grip on her throat and forced her mouth open. Caitlyn shoved two fingers down her mouth as she continued to grind her hips down against Vi's. Caitlyn's other hand wandering down towards Vi's throbbing clit, making her gasp around the princess' fingers. She continued these motions, the friction from the leather and her fingers, until Vi's thighs were shaking from the orgasm threatening to wash over her. Vi groaned and bit down on the princess' fingers from the ecstasy, Caitlyn just smiled as saliva trickled down the corner of Vi's mouth. Her eyes rolled as she came down from the high.
The princess withdrew her fingers from Vi's mouth and patted her on the cheek, and said with a smug smile, "Now make me come."
Vi wrapped her hands around the princess' waist and thrust the cock deep inside her in the exact angle she liked, over and over, until her command was fulfilled.