Page 32 of The Wolf and Her Shadows

Adrenaline still pumping in my veins, the true danger we had just been in washing over me, completely unable to help myself, I drop both my swords to the ground and grab the front of Vannaria’s blood-soaked armor as I crash my lips against hers.

Vannaria’s lips immediately part, allowing me to deepen the kiss. Nearly tripping over the corpse still at our feet in my desperation, I press myself up against her, needing to feel more. More of her. Needing to prove to myself that we both survived.

That they survived.

One of the elf’s hands tangles itself in my hair and the other loops around my back, attempting to bring us even closer together. I let out an embarrassing whimper, cursing our armor for preventing me from being able to feel her skin beneath my hands, which are all but clawing at her leather-clad back. Seemingly of the same mind, Vannaria takes a half-step back, not breaking our kiss as the creak of leather and the metallic jingling of buckles blends in with our mutual soft moans as she begins taking off her armor.

My own hands automatically give up their hold on the other woman and move to do the same, fingers now trembling from anticipation rather than fear. I’m in the process of undoing the last of the buckles when our mouths are forced to separate as Vannaria takes another step back so she can rip her armor over her head. My whine of protest is cut short when she then proceeds to yank my own off as well, tossing it careless to the ground next to hers.

Her mouth is back on mine half a heartbeat later.

As her hands tug frantically at the bottom of my shirt, a guttural growl fills the air, mine or hers I’m not sure. A breath later, the offending clothing is added to the growing pile on the ground, her own shirt following soon after courtesy of my own desperate hands. The skin on skin contact when I press myself back up against her makes me shiver all the way to the tips of my toes. Vannaria lets out her own soft whimper, clearly just as affected by the feeling as I am.

Still not satisfied, I start pawing at the strip of fabric wrapped around her breasts, my own bindings now also feeling much too constrictive. Grinning against my lips, she places one last kiss against them before working her mouth down the side of my neck.

Fully panting, I watch as she leans over and tugs a familiar dagger free from her boot. Before I have time to even react, she bunches all of the linen wrapped around my breasts in one hand and uses the dagger to slice through the bindings.

I let out a startled gasp when her lips immediately wrap around one of my now exposed nipples, watching as strips of fabric flutter to the ground around me. Sinking my fingers into her hair at the base of her braid, I press her mouth more firmly up against me. I’m only partially aware that her own bindings have been cut through when I hear the dagger hit the ground, followed by her hard nipples brushing against my stomach as she kisses her way back up to the side of my neck.

One of her hands presses against my lower back, as if to hold us together, while the soft fingers of her other gently caress my cheek, reminding me of the blood still covering the both of us when it’s smeared across my skin. The sensation only drives my arousal higher. A growl starts rumbling low in my chest, getting louder the longer Vannaria continues to place open mouthed kisses from my neck to my shoulder.

Growing impatient, I sink my teeth into the side of her own exposed neck, and my hands leave her hair to begin fumbling with her belt buckle. Letting out a hiss of pain against my ear, Vannaria responds by digging the fingernails of both her hands into my skin.

A soft whine briefly mixes in with my continuous growling as my lips curl into a snarl where they still rest against the elf’s neck. The hand on my cheek slips back into my hair. A sharp tug follows, forcing my mouth away from her salty skin and back against her own, her lips parted and ready for the tongue I slip instead.

The cursed buckle finally gives way, and I waste no time slipping my hand down the front of Vannaria’s trousers, bypassing her tight cotton shorts and going straight for her cunt. Feeling how wet she already is, I moan, the sound swallowed up by the mouth still pressed to mine. Frantic hands unbuckle my own belt while I begin circling Vannaria’s clit, our kiss pausing as we both pant for breath.

Using my free hand, I tug both her trousers and shorts down to her mid-thighs to give myself more space to work, and she lets out a hiss when the cool air hits her sensitive flesh. Smiling against her lips, I continue circling, reveling in the way her arousal now trickles down her inner thighs.

A moment later, my own trousers are being yanked down past my hips, two of Vannaria’s fingers meeting no resistance as they slip between my folds, burying themselves to the knuckle inside me. My head tips back, a loud snarl ripping almost painfully from my throat. Her mouth returns to my neck, lips curled into a smile as she begins thrusting her fingers.

Refusing to be outdone, I press down hard on her clit before replacing my fingers with my thumb. I make sure to time it perfectly so that I slip those same fingers into her cunt at the same time she’s thrusting deep into mine. Hot breath ghosts over my skin as she gasps and a sense of satisfaction fills me at the sound. Even as I choke back a gasp of my own when her thumb begins rubbing my clit in the same way mine is rubbing hers.

My free hand claws at her back, the skin beneath my nails tearing when her fingers begin to curl with every thrust. I mirror the action, intending to draw every ounce of pleasure I can from the other woman. She moans, her mouth pulling away from my throat as the hand not buried between my legs grabs a fistful of my hair.

Forcing my head back up, Vannaria presses our foreheads together, half-lidded violet eyes boring into mine as our gazes meet. The sheer intensity of the moment is enough to cause my legs to shake, knees threatening to buckle from more than just an impending orgasm.

As if sensing my struggle, Vannaria hooks her own knee behind mine and jerks it out from under me, still cradling the back of my head as my back hits the ground. Any pain the fall might’ve caused is entirely overshadowed by the delightful sensation of feeling her weight on top of me, our nipples brushing together with every thrust, our fingers still curling in sync with each other.

The way her lips crash back against mine is so desperate it seems as if she wishes to swallow me whole. A mix between a sob and a moan bubbles up my throat, yet unable to escape with how firmly our mouths are pressed together. My hand not buried deep in Vannaria’s cunt moves down to cup her ass and I allow myself a moment to simply admire the fact that even these muscles are firm before guiding her hips forward, all but forcing the woman to grind against me.

Our lips part when both of us let out strangled cries, the pleasure even more intense now. Chests heaving, we stare into each other’s eyes, even as they threaten to flutter closed with every perfectly placed, perfectly timed, thrust. Vannaria begins rolling her hips on her own, leaving me free to clutch desperately at her back as the pressure in my core builds.

I attempt to roll my own hips as well, but as soon as I lift them they begin bucking wildly, nearly unseating Vannaria in the process. Unperturbed, she settles more weight down onto them, increasing the pace of her thrusting as she does so. I follow suit, sweat now glistening on both our skin.

The walls of my cunt begin constricting around Vannaria’s fingers, her own doing the same to mine as we climb higher and higher toward the peak of pleasure together, desperately chasing the bliss awaiting us on the other side.

One more thrust produces two more strangled cries. Two pairs of perfectly curled fingers and the pressure that’s been building between us releases in an explosion of teeth and nails sinking into flesh, hips frantically grinding against each other as we fall over the edge together. Neither of us stop, continuing to fuck each other through the waves of ecstasy. Even while our bodies are convulsing with aftershocks and our movements have become sloppy, we keep pounding into one another.

Vannaria’s teeth clamp around my nipple, my own sinking into her shoulder when we near the peak a second time. Both of our cunts are now so wet our fingers threaten to slip free with each thrust.

A loud sob fills the air, ripped from my throat as my head flies back, my eyes unable to remain open no matter how much I wish them to. A perfectly timed brush of her thumb over my clit and I fall, snarling as I dig my nails deep into the smooth flesh of her ass, dragging her with me. Our fingers finally slow, the waves of searing pleasure crashing over us now somehow even more intense than the first.

At least, it most certainly is for me.

Burying my face in Vannaria’s neck, I let out another sob, my thumb still rubbing back and forth over her clit to draw out her orgasm as long as possible. Once our aftershocks begin to subside, the fingers in my own cunt slip free causing me to let out a pained whimper at their loss. Two strong arms slip beneath my back, holding me firm against the elf’s chest while she rolls us over so she’s now the one on her back.

Taking advantage of the new position, I cuddle closer, wrapping my arms and legs tightly around her. As if I’m scared that if I let go she’ll disappear. Tears gather beneath my closed eyelids, freely streaming down my cheeks when I find myself unwilling to give up my hold on the other woman long enough to wipe them away.