Thread: To Beseech the Godslayer

The Tribute Feast A dance? Clara exclaimed, stunned. You must be joking! She sat at a kitchen table, knife in one hand and a half-peeled apple in the other, staring at her aunt as if the older woman had grown a second head. Ingrud, not stopping as she peeled an apple as well, shook her head. No. Its the way of it in Gulder. She tossed the peel in a bucket of scraps. We celebrate the sacrifice. When your aunt Helga There is an army of demons less than a week from here! Clara interrupted. When your aunt Helga was chosen as one of the two sacrifices to the Dragon, Ingrud continued, the kingdom celebrated for a day. And here, we celebrated a week. We dont have time! Clara insisted. Her aunts gaze was like steel. We will not dishonor you or Lord Verrier, Clara. The gaze softened. Besides, your sword wont be finished before tomorrow anyway. And we cant hurry the evacuation any faster than that. So you, young lady, are going to have a fest in your honor like it or not! Nodding glumly, Clara looked past her aunt and outside. Already, workmen were erecting a stage in the town hall. Later that evening, Clara stood as the festivities played out around her, fingers wrapped tightly to the wine goblet in her hand. Some people were feasting, but Clara found she had no stomach for it. The combination of her impending sacrifice and her concern that it wouldnt even be enough to help her hometown against the demons, made her nauseous. Oh, she wanted to enjoy the party, the celebration thrown in her honor. But how could she? The demon host was approaching, even now. How could anyone enjoy themselves while death waited just outside the walls? So she just sipped at her wine, fighting the angry tears that threatened to come up. Some birthday. Clara? Sigurd? Clara answered, shocked by the man she saw before her now. He was two years older than her, yet, while they were growing up, he was hardly ever as tall as her. Somewhere, in the past four years, he had shot up in height, now almost half a foot taller than her. His pale blonde hair was still as wispy as she remembered, but the rest of his features seemed sharpened, baby fat melted away, revealing the strong jaw. His brown eyes were warm, as warm as his boyish smile. He laughed nervously as their eyes met, and she found her face growing hot. Its so good to see you, Clara, he said, seeming to savor her name as it rested on his tongue. The way he said it made her shiver, wondering if he would call it out like that No! Stop, now isnt the time for those thoughts . Just because it would be easy to get lost in his eyes, didnt mean she should! Are youare you a paladin now? He asked, unable to hide the reverence in his tone. Ino, I am still in training, Clara admitted, rubbing her neck. Was he always so handsome, or was that new? Goddess, why couldnt she think of anything else but how his mouth might feel against hers? Would you care to dance? I understand if you dont want to, but I was hoping He asked, like that, and she grew warm at the thought that she could make a man stumble over his words. Especially a man as attractive as him I would like that, she admitted, deciding to let herself get lost in the revelry, at least for one song. Lightning shot through her fingers as his hands interlocked with hers, and she wrapped her arm around his shoulder, shivering at the touch of his hand on her waist. She felt lighter than air, as he twirled her along the dance floor. There was cheering and shouting and stamping of feet as Sigurd escorted Clara out into the square. Her cheeks, already pink from his attention, flamed scarlet. Then the band struck up a lively tune, and the caller began calling the steps, and suddenly she was too busy to do anything but spin and twirl and try to keep up with the music. Soon enough, despite her fears, she was laughing and enjoying herself. From the sidelines, Ingrud watched her nieces obvious pleasure with a contented smile. Arms slipped around her waist, and a scratchy, stubbly face nuzzled the back of her neck. She leaned back into a broad, strong chest. You look pleased with yourself, her husband murmured. Do I? she murmured back, turning her head slightly to kiss him. Must be because my nefarious scheme worked. Arthur watched Clara fall into Sigurds arms as the caller called out to swing partners. Did it now? he grinned, returning the kiss. And here I thought your nefarious schemes involved getting me alone? She ground back against him. Not all of them, she purred. Just most of them. Arthur laughed. What would you have done if she hadnt been interested? Id have sent him back around. This time with his fiance, she answered, laughing. Hell, if shes anything like her mother I might need to anyway. Clara flushed a little as she whirled into Sigurds arms, skirts flying. His arms went around her waist, and for a moment all she was aware of was his strong, lean body hard against hers. Then she whirled out as they linked arms, spinning around one another. He was taller than Willam, she noted, and fairer. Not stronger, surely like herself, Willam had received the Mantle but older and better defined. She wondered what his lips would taste like, and shivered deliciously at the thought of his bare chest and felt heat curling in her abdomen. That thought started to sour her a little, but then the music stopped. Bow to the band, announced the caller. And bow to your partner! She did and then froze at the final, traditional call of each song. Kiss your partner! Sigurds arms went around her and his lips were on hers. Her hands slid over his back, and she gasped a little in pleased surprise as one of his hands cupped her rear and his tongue slipped into her mouth. She clung to him, suddenly weak-kneed, and little inarticulate sounds of pleasure escaped her. And then, frustratingly, it was over. May I have the next dance? he whispered, eyes twinkling. Oh Sigurd, that is hardly fair, another familiar voice called out now, rich and playful in its tone. A fire-haired girl peeked her face around where Clara could see. You cant keep her to yourself all night. Thora? Clara asked, recognizing one of her closest friends before she left for her training. Goddess, she had grown far more beautiful as well, her tight, low cut dress. Clara couldnt help herself from getting lost in the rolling cleavage of her creamy breasts. The choice is yours, of course, my dear Clara. Sigurd is a fine dancer, and I am sure you would have a wonderful time with him, but there is no need to limit yourself to a single partner, Thora told her, her eyes suggestive, giving the word dance many meanings in this situation. Claras only response was to blush and imagine her lovely friend pressed up against her, both nude as their soft forms moved along one another. Well, Clara, would you like to dance with Thora this song? We could take turns with you, Sigurd suggested, sliding his fingers through a strand of her hair. The idea made her shiver, and Sigurd continued, I hate the idea of relinquishing you, but I think I would enjoy watching, in this case. Iwould like that, Clara confessed. Fantasies of Sigurd and Thora together played in her mind, offering her all the pleasures a man and a woman could. She took Thora into her arms now, placing her hands on Thoras slender waist, while Thora wrapped her arms around Claras neck. Thoras scent, lavender, with hints of apple blossom, filled her senses. Dancing with her friend was just as pleasing and dizzying as dancing with Sigurd had been, and Clara found herself looking forward to that last call, and pressing lips against Thoras mouth, tasting her tongue. Except, she wasnt just fantasizing now, as Thoras hands caressed her face, pulling her into the soft embrace and a quick, moist kiss. Just long enough to leave Clara longing for more. Before she could miss the heat of Thoras body against hers, Sigurd stepped back in to replace it. The next few dances passed in a whirlwind blur for Clara. Her pulse raced, and she felt as if she were having trouble breathing, and she hoped it would never end. Sigurd and Thora had been her best friends, back before shed been taken to the temple for training, and it was wonderful to see them again! And they were amazing, Sigurd was so handsome now and Thora was gorgeous and they were kissing and Sigurd was letting his hands accidentally explore her as they danced and Thora had accidentally cupped her breasts when theyd spun together once, and damn, but she was feeling flustered and hot and damp and And now they were dancing a wild reel, all three of them, passing from one to the other with all of them and none of them taking the lead. Thora linked arms with Sigurd as they spun wildly, then he spun to her and they caught hands and raised them high as Thora slipped between them taking pains to rub against both of her partners as she did. Then she turned, catching Claras hand and the three of them moved together to the music before Clara found herself pressed against Thoras back and Sigurds chest. The music ended. Bow to the musicians! the caller demanded. Giggling, the three managed to bow together without disentangling. Kiss your partners! Thora turned her head, finding Claras lips as Sigurd joined them, and for a moment three sets of lips moved together in a dance as intricate as their steps had been. Hands moved over bodies as the kisses deepened and parted and changed orientations, and Clara was shocked at her daring as her own hands slid over Sigurds rear and the skin of Thoras exposed cleavage. Maybe, Sigurd whispered, voice thick and husky, maybe we should go somewhere else? Clara started to speak, then shuddered with delight as Thoras lips found her ear. Somewhere where we can dance? the older girl murmured. Nodding, barely trusting herself to speak, Clara managed to say Yes with a shaky voice. Id like that. Dancing. Ingrud and Arthur watched with interest as the three teens made their way out of the square, hand in hand. Its about time, he grinned, leaning into his wife. She laughed, slipping an arm around his shoulders. Youre not kidding, she agreed. At the rate they were going, I thought theyd end up humping right there in the square. What would you have done then? At a Sacrifice Fest? She shrugged. Hell, itd probably have turned into an orgy. Slyly, he cupped her breast. You say that like it would have been a bad thing Giggling a little, she slapped his hand. Behave! He kissed her ear. I am behaving The trio found their way to one of their old childhood hangouts, a low stone building built half-underground. Once it had been a root cellar, but now it was used as a place to store sacking and sailcloth and nets and the like. As children, theyd played there at being kings and queens, or river pirates, or bold warriors setting off on a quest to slay demons. And for a moment, as Clara looked at the old boxes and heaps of cloth and the like, happy memories of those childhood games flooded back. Then Thora was kissing her, tongue slick in her mouth and soft breasts pressing against her chest, and all thoughts of childrens games evaporated. Clara met the kiss as well as she could, exploring her friends body with her hands. More hands caressed her shoulders and moved her long hair, and Sigurds lips slid over the back of her neck as he pressed into her from behind. Goddess, Clara, Thora murmured, breaking the kiss and beginning to unlace the ties of Claras blouse. Youve gotten so beautiful Clara shook her head. No, she whispered, shivering as Sigurd pulled the tails of her blouse from her skirts and slid his hands over the bare skin of her stomach. No, Im not. Not like Thora. Im plain and flat-chested and Her voice died away as Thora slid her fingers over the skin of her small breasts, above the bindings that supported them. Thora kissed her again. Hush, she breathed. Tell her shes being stupid, Sigurd. Her fingers whispered over Claras abdomen. Youre gorgeous, Clara, Sigurd murmured, slipping her shirt and vest from her shoulders. Lovely little breasts like ripe apples in cream, and a nice, firm ass. He cupped her breasts, teasing her nipples through the binding. I wish I had an ass like yours, Thora agreed, planting gentle kisses on Claras throat and working on the buttons of her skirt. Tight and hard mines too big, even with all the work I do. Clara found the laces of Thoras dress, tugging at the knots as she rocked her rear back into Sigurds hips and enjoying the feel of his erection. Uh-uh youve got all these curves, and I just look like a boy She kissed Thora back, savoring the traces of cider on her lips as she explored the wet heat of her friends mouth. Then she sighed as Sigurds hand slid between their bodies and cupped her mound. No boy has beautiful little tits like these, Sigurd whispered, squeezing a breast gently. Or a sweet little peach like this. His fingers pressed into her cleft, through the layer of her woolen skirt and her small clothes, and she ground herself against his hand. Does it taste as good as it feels? This is your night, Clara, Thora whispered, fingers trailing up Claras sides. The skirt, unbuttoned now, slipped down her hips and remained in place only from Sigurds hand on her crotch and the two bodies pressed against her. And Im going to spend all night showing you just how beautiful you are. She kissed her friend, biting gently at Claras lower lip, and then gave her a devilish grin. Should we let Sigurd join in? Or just make him watch? With both of them caressing her skin, it was hard for Clara to think. To focus on Thoras questions, to form answers that were more than just uhh, or ahh, or even hmm. All she could process was the suppleness of Thoras skin, the throbbing of Sigurds erection rubbing against her ass, and the demanding fervor that consumed her thighs. I wantI wantboth, ahhh, Clara tried to answer, unable to help the greed in her words or tone. Dammit, they had been teasing her all night! How could she not want to feel both of them pressed against her, both of their mouths savoring her body? You will have us both then, however you wish, Thora promised, between deep kisses, helping Clara slip her out of her dress, and adding it to the pool of clothing forming on the floor. Claras hands grew bolder, reaching out to palm one of her full breasts, enjoying how it yielded to her fingers, and loving how the nipple responded to her touch. Who gets to taste you first? Who do you want to taste first? Sigurds fingers massaged her clit in a way that made thinking even harder. Clara leaned her head back against him, pushing her chest forward, lost in the sensation of their attention. Thora took this as an invitation, bringing her mouth forward to lick Claras breasts. Claras only response was to moan and run her free hand through Thoras copper hair, letting Sigurd hold her up while she surrendered to pleasure. Goddess! Clara managed to cry out, shuddering as her two friends adored every inch of her body. She pulled Thora away from her breast, devouring her mouth in a hungry kiss, and sighing into her mouth as Sigurd slipped a thick finger into her tight channel. He moved slow, letting her juices drip down his finger, fitting the finger to the first knuckle, then the second before stopping. Clara is thisIs this your first time? Sigurd asked, voice breathy as it tickled her ear. Yuh, yuhhhyes Clara groaned, part answer, part pleasured cry. Oh, that wont do! Thora declared, teasing her with light, feathery kisses. She pressed her body against Claras, breasts rubbing against each others. We are going to make love to you all night. Please Clara could only beg, taking advantage of Thoras closeness to kiss her neck now, taking her pent-up desire out on her delicate throat. Thoras moans and sighs were just lovely, and it drove Clara to greater heights, feeling the frantic heartbeat pulsing through her veins. Sigurd moved away now, as and much as Clara missed the heat of his muscles pressed against her, she was lost in the silky smoothness of Thoras flesh to protest. He laid down some cloth, making up a makeshift bedding for the three of them to enjoy. Why dont you two lie down, then we can figure it all out, Sigurd suggested, with arms around both women as they kissed each other. He took a deep kiss from each before releasing them. The girls lied in each others arms, freeing fondling one another, while Sigurd stripped out of his clothes. Moonlight cast shadows over his firm muscles, highlighting his tone. Claras mouth watered as he pulled down his trousers, and his hardness sprung out to meet her as soon as it was free. So, who gets you first Clara? Thora whispered into her ear, as her fingers moved up and down her sopping sex. Both of you, Clara gasped as Thora traced her dripping lips. I I dont know how that would work but I want both of you my first time Both of us, hmm? she purred, slipping her finger into Claras heat, I think Ive got a few ideas. She slipped her finger back out, slick with Claras juices, and sucked it. Goddess, you taste good. Eyes dark with lust, Clara pushed Thora onto her back, kissing her. Her tongue slipped and explored, tasting herself on Thoras tongue, and her hips ground against Thoras as she straddled the older girl. Tell me about these ideas she murmured against Thoras neck, kissing her way down the pale skin of her throat. How would you both have me? She slithered down Thoras body, moaning a little as her smooth flesh teased her skin. Lips and tongue traced the contours of her shoulder, her collarbone, and the swell of her breast before finding the hardened bud of Thoras brown nipple. Clara tensed a little as she felt Sigurds hands caress her back and rear, then sighed and continued tonguing her friends nipple. Sigurd knelt behind Clara, between both womens legs, teeth scraping gently over the smooth skin of her behind. Well, he said, stroking her dripping sex as he nibbled along her thigh. I could fuck you like this, while you ride Thora. His fingers parted her lips and his tongue slipped into her from behind. Clara threw her head back, moaning in pleasure as his tongue laved her clit and thrust deep into her soaking channel. Thora caught her hair, drawing her back to her abandoned breast. Or, we could oh, Gods, do that She took one of Claras hands with her own, placing it on the other breast. Dont forget this one Clara may have been inexperienced, but she still stole Thoras voice as she teased and tasted her nipple. With a shuddered breath, Thora continued, We could I could take you with with my mouth while Sigurd fucks you, Her hands roamed Claras back, scratching and caressing gently, reveling in the hard muscle beneath her friends skin. Clara moaned again, her channel clenching around Sigurds tongue. Both, she moaned, Goddess both of them We have all night, Thora reminded her, Im sure we can find time do it all She groaned as Sigurd added two fingers to her pussy, fingering her in time with his tongue fucking Clara. Now, though, I want your tongue inside me, Thora demanded, slipping fingers inside herself, moaning out her pleasure. Clara had no qualms with that, the sight of Thoras slick nether lips too inviting to decline. She pulled herself away from Sigurd, lapping at the honey between Thoras thighs, inching closer to her sultry core. Thoras legs formed a hallway that led directly to her hungry slit, and it was only inevitable that Clara would end up there. The taste of her friends desire was divine, and Clara sought the depths of her lust. Sigurd watched the lovely display before, hand stroking his own excited cock. He brushed it against Claras wetness, slowing collecting her longing from her blossoming lips, pressing the tip against her swollen clit. Gently, he pushed into her slit, groaning as her tightness enveloped him. Goddess he murmured, fingers tight on her hips when he pushed forward. Clara cried out into Thoras slit as she stretched around his cock. Sigurd filled her, stopping for a moment as he met the resistance of her virginity. He moved against it a few times, easing against the thin barrier. Finally, there was but a moment of opposition, before she opened to him, accepting his length within her walls. I didnt hurt you, did I? he breathed, not moving now. No, Clara said, too lost in the musky aroma of Thora to notice any pain. Goddess, it felt good, to be filled by him, while his hands massaged her back and spine. Every twitch of his hardness sent lightning pulsing through her veins, leaving Clara humming against Thoras clit. Sigurds movements started slow, building his pace to the tempo of her moans. Thoras sighs and his own animal sounds of pleasure became a concert of bliss, underscored by the rhythmic wet slap of flesh in flesh. Clara moaned against her friends lips, relishing the musky flavor of her arousal as she explored the woman. There was no expertise in her actions, just lust and a desire to taste and feel her pleasure, and her mouth made wet, sloppy sounds as she probed and licked. Little cries of pleasure escaped her, making her tongue jerk and dance within Thoras cunt as Sigurd thrust into her. She slid her hands up the other womans body, cupping and kneading her breasts in time with the motions of her tongue. Fuck, she gasped, Goddess, fuck me! Thora spread her legs wider, giving Clara more room, and arched her hips against Claras tongue. One hand stroked gently through the younger girls hair, gently guiding her and encouraging her, making her moan with pleasure as Clara found the most sensitive spots of her dripping sex. She sighed, a wordless noise of pleasure as Claras hands cupped her breasts, and her free hand fisted in the rough cloth beneath her body. Mmmm like that. she gasped out, hips rolling against Claras mouth in time with Sigurds thrusts. Goddess get get me off with your your tongue Claras tongue moved faster, thrusting deeper and savoring Thoras depths. Aching with the slow-building need in her loins, she thrust back into Sigurd, impaling herself on his cock with every thrust. The feel of his thick cock stretching her walls and his head bumping against her womb broke her concentration, leaving her moaning and swearing gently against Thoras cunt. Dimly aware that the redheads hand was spreading her lips and circling her clit, Clara tried to return her attention to her friend and her delicious slit once more. Fingers tangled in her hair, pressing her mouth into the other girls dripping mound, and somehow, she still managed to fuck herself on the cock buried in her as she slurped and licked. Sigurd gasped out, his breathing growing ragged. His fingers dug into Claras hips for leverage, and the sound of flesh slapping flesh filled the air as he abandoned gentleness and pounded himself into her slit as hard and fast as he could go. Fucking good, he sobbed out, voice thick and harsh with his rising pleasure. So fucking good! And tight! Fuck! Clara threw her head back, moaning with pleasure, and the sight of her face glistening with Thoras juices in the moonlight made him take her harder and faster yet. Thora dragged her face back down, her own cries of building pleasure coming in time with the desperate motions of Sigurd pleasuring himself with Claras tight sex. He couldnt speak any longer, just cry out as his belly slapped her ass and his cock penetrated her deeper and deeper. With a final, wild cry, his cock pulsed within her walls and the heat of his seed flooded her womb. The three crumpled into one another as their orgasms took over, Clara resting her head against Thoras pillowy breasts, perfectly suited for this very purpose. Thora planted lazy kisses on her forehead, brushing back her sweat-drenched hair behind her ears. Sigurd lied beside them, wrapping an arm around Clara, and kissing her to taste the lingering traces of Thoras pleasure. He caressed her face, his dreamy brown eyes meeting hers, leaving her shuddering against her buxom friend. Thanks, Clara murmured, settling down into an exhausted heap with her two best friends. It was almost enough that she could forget all she was giving up, to protect Monsford. To protect them.