Thread: War and Greed (Javorcek x ClearSight)

Talia found herself curious about Danika as time went on, words that had struck her that first time she had seen the princess naked resounded in her head, about the whole mate thing and how Danika seemed so interested in her. Over the course of several days she had been nipped, had the gorgeous woman brush up against her, and teased on so many occasions she felt as if she would go mad. What made it truly difficult was not being given any privacy to take care of the building desire. It had the mage thinking about a lot of things, and one was that Danika must not be in love with her husband, because she had picked up on various things and none of them led her to believe the wolf had chosen her mate. It didn't surprise her, a princess would most likely have a political marriage, but it was rather sad. That, reassuring Talia she wasn't a horrible person, and her overwhelming attraction, had led the mage to slowly grow more comfortable and recently she had tried flirting back, failing miserably but managing to be cute and not look as ridiculous as she could have. She simply didn't know how to flirt, and barely how to be sexy. Wolves had a sexual culture, mages did not, and Talia was stuck trying to compete with one of the sexiest women she had ever seen, a woman who came from a sexually driven culture. She hadn't stood a chance. One thing could be said, that Talia being more worried about her attraction to Danika than being a slave was fucking weird. Still, by the second day of the march she was constantly stealing glances and thinking about the wolf, her body hot and needs played out on her face every time she wasn't being watched. She wasn't sure how much she could take, not with her hands bound and fate to be teased and at the woman's mercy. That's how she felt, right up until she was undressed and standing in front of Danika. She had seen the wolf nude a few times but this was her first time being completely undressed in front of the other woman, and she was feeling very, very shy. A blush covered her cheeks and she looked nervous. She had no need, Talia was gorgeous with an incredible body. She was athletic but soft where it counted, and her eyes quivered as she looked at Danika, a fight between embarrassment and need occurring in the violet pools. As if being fed by such an incredible woman hadn't been enough to get her worked up, being naked and about to be bathed was making her heart pound in her chest, she couldn't get it under control. When it actually started, when water and cloth brushed over her flesh at the will of the princess, it wasn't so bad. The embarrassment started to shrink as it proceeded like any other bath, if not better with Danika's soft touch. Only after her face and arms did things change, and the cloth started being used... To tease her. Each circle had her stirring uncomfortably, her desire swelling up inside of her as she shifted nervously, nipples become hard and her gorgeous body glistening. D-Danika... She stuttered, a hint of her desires in her voice, but the mage stopped, having to control herself. Unfortunately she wasn't prepared or skilled at resisting this brand of torture, and she was whining before her chest was even half washed, a small pitiful noise ringing out, and one that did come far before a surprised little moan. The second the moan slipped out her face went pale and she lowered her head, trying to keep her eyes away from Danika. At the same time she was gently panting, thighs wet before the cloth ever approached. It was humiliating but at the same time there was nothing the mage could do, this reaction wasn't under her control, and while it was inappropriate and she was red with embarrassment, she was also a bit relieved. Talia had long since accepted she was attracted to Danika, and after getting over the shock she looked up, another moan escaping before she looked to Danika, a needy look in her eyes, she needed more. --- Myra had been in a shitty mood the past few days, and while she did her best not to take it out on her people they had noticed the change. It was hard not to. Myra was an upbeat, fun leader, and now she seemed irritated and depressed. The cared about her so of course her people noticed. The only thing they didn't know was why, even if some of them guessed it was what happened a day before. One of the generals was talking shit about the troops reaction to the ambush, and had decided to make an example of one of Myra's soldiers who had been under her orders and chose to react to her as opposed to the one in higher command. She had blown up, and in front of half the soldiers and many officers she made him look like a fool, not just for his tactical sense but due to his idiocy of yelling to protect the princess. In an ambush they shouldn't advertise the location of the kingdom's princess, even more so when she was a commander in an army. The moment she mentioned it the man had become a laughing stock, though nobody dared laugh out loud. Instead they all sat in silence and before anyone could say anything else, Myra had given a cold look and walked off, damning him for his actions and making the man furious. He didn't understand why a Vice-Captain had any right to speak, but she had thoroughly shut him down. That was not the reason for Myra's mood, but it was connected. The reason for her mood was Danika, and the fact that every attempt she had made since they met again had been ineffective, and Danika didn't seem to hold any feeling for her now. It broke her heart, for so many reasons, the least of which was Myra still seeing Danika as her mate in some ways, her first and only true love. It made her think back to those days, how foolish she had been, how scared... How she had received that fucking note threatening Danika's life if Myra didn't leave her alone. It wasn't that people didn't know about them but the average person believed them to be nothing more than friends, Danika was a princess after all and Myra was a low noble, not worthy of even looking at the princess, much less being her lover. So when she received the note she had a distinct feeling the sender was capable enough to deliver on the promise, and in her youth had chosen to protect her in the only way she could. Now Myra was stronger, a force few could pass, and Danika could take care of herself as well... But was it too late. Myra didn't want it to be, but she didn't know what she should do. It was a question she was sitting in her tent alone, asking herself with a freshly opened bottle of honeyed wine from the elves.