Sapphire felt the weight leaving the bed as Arga untied the thief’s feet and then moved around to her hands. Sapphire paused, and began to clamber out of bed when she caught Arga’s expression. The woman looked upset, almost disappointed. Sapphire felt almost sorry for her, and when Arga’s eyes met hers the woman flushed and looked away again. Sapphire found herself sitting back on the bed.
“You’re an ex-bandit,” Sapphire guessed.
“We don’t talk about this, little Breton,” Arga murmured. “Stay. Or leave. But we don’t talk about me.”
Sapphire shucked the cuirass of her guild leathers and lay back on the bed. “I stay,” the thief told her. “Now come here and fuck me.” Arga’s head snapped up and then the ex bandit was pinning the Breton to the bed with her body, hands grasping Sapphire’s tits and teasing her nipples until the Breton gasped into the mouth covering hers. She tentatively raised her hands and grasped the Nord’s breasts, rubbing them with her thumbs, and was rewarded with Arga straddling her thigh and grinding her crotch into Sapphire’s leg. She watched, trembling, as the hefty woman began to ride the leather-clad limb as though her life depended on it, and Sapphire knew that the leather would be stained with Arga’s juices for a long time. She spotted Arga’s clit nestled between fiery curls, and without thinking began to rub it with one of her hands. The resulting cry into Sapphire’s lips was a reward in itself. She watched the large woman quivering, winding her tighter and tighter until she came with a cry, staining Sapphire’s leg.
Within moments however the Nord had recovered, and her fingers were going to Sapphire’s greaves, unlacing them and dragging them over Sapphire’s legs. She whistled appreciatively at the spectacle. Sapphire was pale beneath the armour, and her slim legs were toned. Arga touched her legs reverently, pushing them up so that her knees were bent, and then removing Sapphire’s smallclothes. The flushed, wet petals beneath were exposed and Sapphire couldn’t help feeling aroused. All she wanted was one of those fingers to sink inside her and finger-fuck her to orgasm. Arga must have computed her needs, because a large hand descended upon her slit and began to rub it. The roughness of Arga’s thumbs made her quiver, jerking as they skimmed across her clit, and spread her labia gently. When a thick finger slid within her, her back went as straight as a sword and she cried out. The bandit began a slow, see-saw motion in and out of the girl, feeling Sapphire’s sex clenching down on the single digit. At the sight of Sapphire’s eyes squeezing shut Arga grinned and added another finger without increasing the pace. The two digits brushed her walls in a way that caused the Breton to quiver, her legs shaking. It wasn’t enough. She wanted to come. Arga’s thumb brushed her clit, pressing the lightest of touches against it, and Sapphire cried out loudly. She tried to urge the Nord woman on by bucking her hips but Arga pressed her large palm down against the girl’s stomach and eyed her. Sapphire was starting to sweat, her face flushed. The ex-bandit smirked at her in a way that boded no good and then Sapphire’s brows were arched as her mouth dropped open. Arga’s fingers pistoned in and out of her furiously, their size and texture sending shockwaves down her body. The moment the bandit began to rub harder at her swollen bud Sapphire was crying out again. When she screamed Arga’s name the bandit moaned and sucked a pert pink nipple into her mouth. Sapphire’s breathing hitched for a second, and then she was back to groaning and thrashing in the bandit’s hands, squeezing down on her, the pressure from her slit not enough to stop the determined woman’s hands as they worked her towards an orgasm. Arga alternated between tonguing and sucking Sapphire’s breasts, coaxing a litany of erotic sounds from the girl’s mouth. Then, there was silence for a few seconds. A scream erupted from Sapphire’s mouth and she shuddered in an orgasm so intense she was speechless for some time afterwards. Arga brought her down from her high, skimming her fingers over Sapphire’s stomach and wiping her hand on the bedsheets before she began to gently squeeze Sapphire’s tits.
Stealing Her Heart, 3/5
“You’re an ex-bandit,” Sapphire guessed.
“We don’t talk about this, little Breton,” Arga murmured. “Stay. Or leave. But we don’t talk about me.”
Sapphire shucked the cuirass of her guild leathers and lay back on the bed. “I stay,” the thief told her. “Now come here and fuck me.” Arga’s head snapped up and then the ex bandit was pinning the Breton to the bed with her body, hands grasping Sapphire’s tits and teasing her nipples until the Breton gasped into the mouth covering hers. She tentatively raised her hands and grasped the Nord’s breasts, rubbing them with her thumbs, and was rewarded with Arga straddling her thigh and grinding her crotch into Sapphire’s leg. She watched, trembling, as the hefty woman began to ride the leather-clad limb as though her life depended on it, and Sapphire knew that the leather would be stained with Arga’s juices for a long time. She spotted Arga’s clit nestled between fiery curls, and without thinking began to rub it with one of her hands. The resulting cry into Sapphire’s lips was a reward in itself. She watched the large woman quivering, winding her tighter and tighter until she came with a cry, staining Sapphire’s leg.
Within moments however the Nord had recovered, and her fingers were going to Sapphire’s greaves, unlacing them and dragging them over Sapphire’s legs. She whistled appreciatively at the spectacle. Sapphire was pale beneath the armour, and her slim legs were toned. Arga touched her legs reverently, pushing them up so that her knees were bent, and then removing Sapphire’s smallclothes. The flushed, wet petals beneath were exposed and Sapphire couldn’t help feeling aroused. All she wanted was one of those fingers to sink inside her and finger-fuck her to orgasm. Arga must have computed her needs, because a large hand descended upon her slit and began to rub it. The roughness of Arga’s thumbs made her quiver, jerking as they skimmed across her clit, and spread her labia gently. When a thick finger slid within her, her back went as straight as a sword and she cried out. The bandit began a slow, see-saw motion in and out of the girl, feeling Sapphire’s sex clenching down on the single digit. At the sight of Sapphire’s eyes squeezing shut Arga grinned and added another finger without increasing the pace. The two digits brushed her walls in a way that caused the Breton to quiver, her legs shaking. It wasn’t enough. She wanted to come.
Arga’s thumb brushed her clit, pressing the lightest of touches against it, and Sapphire cried out loudly. She tried to urge the Nord woman on by bucking her hips but Arga pressed her large palm down against the girl’s stomach and eyed her. Sapphire was starting to sweat, her face flushed. The ex-bandit smirked at her in a way that boded no good and then Sapphire’s brows were arched as her mouth dropped open. Arga’s fingers pistoned in and out of her furiously, their size and texture sending shockwaves down her body. The moment the bandit began to rub harder at her swollen bud Sapphire was crying out again. When she screamed Arga’s name the bandit moaned and sucked a pert pink nipple into her mouth. Sapphire’s breathing hitched for a second, and then she was back to groaning and thrashing in the bandit’s hands, squeezing down on her, the pressure from her slit not enough to stop the determined woman’s hands as they worked her towards an orgasm. Arga alternated between tonguing and sucking Sapphire’s breasts, coaxing a litany of erotic sounds from the girl’s mouth. Then, there was silence for a few seconds. A scream erupted from Sapphire’s mouth and she shuddered in an orgasm so intense she was speechless for some time afterwards. Arga brought her down from her high, skimming her fingers over Sapphire’s stomach and wiping her hand on the bedsheets before she began to gently squeeze Sapphire’s tits.