⚠️ Content Warning / 18+: The following section contains mature themes, including sexual intimacy, which may not be suitable for all readers. Discretion is advised.
"Mmf…" a muffled sound escaped Zuleika's lips as her tongue tangled fiercely with Aquila's.
Their kiss deepened, growing hungrier with each heartbeat, until it felt less like a kiss and more like a storm consuming them both. Zuleika's hand slipped to Aquila's waist, clinging desperately as though letting go would mean losing her all over again. They devoured each other's lips as if tomorrow would never come.
"I… missed you," Zuleika breathed between their fevered kisses, her words trembling but true.
Aquila pushed her back gently but firmly, never breaking the connection. Zuleika sank onto the bed, breathless, as Aquila moved to straddle her, silver eyes darkened with heat.
Zuleika's teeth grazed Aquila's lower lip, tugging gently until a shiver ran through Aquila's body, leaving a tingling fire in its wake.
"Haa…" the sound slipped unbidden from Aquila's mouth, her breath hot and uneven.
Zuleika's lips wandered lower—down her chin, to the curve of her throat—pressing kisses that burned like brands against pale skin.
"Mhm…" Aquila's breath hitched, her head tilting instinctively to grant her more access, surrendering despite herself.
"What about you…?" Zuleika's voice was soft, almost pleading, her lips brushing the hollow of Aquila's neck.
"I wouldn't be… ah!"
Aquila's sentence dissolved into a gasp as Zuleika's teeth found a new spot, sending another electric shock straight to her center. She bit her own lip, trying to ground herself. "Here… if I did not miss you…"
Her protest was weak, a token resistance. Zuleika's hands, which had been gripping her hips, now slid up her sides, her thumbs brushing the underswell of Aquila's breasts through the thin fabric of her sleeves. The touch was light, almost reverent, but it carried the weight of every day they had spent apart.
This—this frantic, desperate collision—was the conversation they had never had. Words had failed them. Their bodies would not.
With a focus that made Aquila's pulse jump, Zuleika's fingers found the hem of her shirt. She didn't pull it off. She inched it up, slow and teasing, exposing a strip of taut stomach. Her mouth followed the newly revealed skin, her lips and tongue tracing a blazing trail from Aquila's neck down to her collarbone.
The shirt was finally tugged over her head and discarded. Zuleika's eyes drank in the sight of her, the pale skin, the sharp lines of her collarbones, the lace of her bra.
"You're so...beautiful" she whispered, the word at Aquila's body before her mouth closed over the lace-covered peak of one breast.
"Hah.."
Aquila cried out, her fingers tangling in Zuleika's hair. The heat was immediate and overwhelming, a sharp, sweet agony that made her thighs clamp together.
Zuleika's tongue circled the stiff peak through the fabric, wetting it, making the lace abrasive and delicious against her overly sensitive skin. Then her teeth. A gentle, nipping pressure that made Aquila's entire world shrink to that one point of contact.
"Zuleika…" It was a moan, a prayer.
Zuleika's answer was to unclasp the bra with a practiced flick of her wrist. It fell away, and her mouth was on Aquila's bare breast instantly, hot and hungry.
"Ah! Zule—" Aquila bit her lower lip to silence her noise but it didn't work.
Zuleika laved the puckered nipple with her tongue, then drew it into her mouth, sucking hard. Aquila's head fell forward, a long, low moan tearing from her throat.
The sensation was so intense it bordered on painful, a direct line of pleasure firing straight to her core, which was now throbbing in a steady, aching rhythm.
Aquila gripped Zuleika's hair more tightened than before as her breathing came fast.
Zuleika was relentless. She marked the soft flesh with a constellation of purple blooms, each one a possessive claim, each one drawing another broken sound from Aquila's lips. She moved to the other breast, giving it the same torturously slow attention, her hands sliding down to grip Aquila's hips, holding her in place.
Aquila was dissolving, every nerve ending alive and screaming for Zuleika. The heat pooling in her belly was a liquid fire, and the slickness between her legs was a desperate, undeniable truth.
She could feel her own wetness, a sticky warmth that soaked through her thin leggings. Zuleika could see it too, her crimson eyes glinting with raw want as she looked at the woman trembling on top of her.
"Look at you.." Zuleika mumbled.
Then Aquila pulled Zuleika's hair, then smiled frustratedly.
"Keep going." Aquila commanded.
Zuleika thought while she looked at Aquila's flushed face, and arched brows.
She still looks domineering as ever.
Zuleika didn't rush. Her hands slid from Aquila's hips, over the curve of her ass, and down the length of her leggings. She hooked her fingers into the waistband and began to pull them down, along with the damp underwear beneath. Aquila lifted her hips, helping, her skin flushing with a mixture of anticipation and vulnerability.
One of Zuleika's arms wrapped around Aquila's waist, holding her securely. The other hand trailed down, skating over the quivering plane of her stomach, through her curls, and finally, finally between her slick folds.
Aquila jerked in her arms, a sharp, involuntary gasp escaping her. Zuleika's touch was electric, knowing exactly where to press.
"Ahh! hah.."
Her fingers slid through the wetness, gathering it, smoothing it over Aquila's aching clit in slow, maddening circles.
"Fuck, Aquila.." Zuleika breathed into her ear, her own voice strained.
Aquila's one hand found Zuleika's neck to grab her there as a bunch of sound escaped her own mouth.
Her body bowing back against Zuleika's as the pleasure built, a tight, coiling spring deep inside her. The circles grew tighter, faster. Zuleika's middle finger slid down, notched at her entrance, and with a slow, inexorable push, it sank inside her.
Aquila's eyes fluttered shut. The feeling of being filled. Zuleika's finger was deep, curling slightly, and Aquila could feel every ridge of her own inner walls clenching around it. She was so full, so needy.
"Hah..Zuleika..slower.." Aquila whispered softly as her body flinched and trembled against Zuleika's finger.
Zuleika began to move her hand, a steady rhythm of in and out, her palm grinding against Aquila's clit with every thrust. Her other hand slid up to cup Aquila's breast, pinching her nipple in time with the thrusts of her fingers.
Another finger joined the first, stretching her, filling her completely.
"Zuleika..harder.."
The thrusts became harder, faster, the sound of skin on wet skin obscene and beautiful in the quiet room. Aquila was lost in it, her own moans filling the air, her hips rocking back to meet Zuleika's thrusts, fucking herself on Zuleika's hand. The pressure was building to a fever pitch, a white-hot point of sensation that was about to shatter her.
"Don't stop," Aquila hand tightened around Zuleika's neck, choking her.
"Don't you dare stop."
The command was a guttural threat, a demand that brooked no argument. Zuleika's eyes, amused and wide, locked with Aquila's. The pressure on her windpipe was firm, controlling, a stark contrast to the frantic, delicious work of her hand.
Zuleika obeyed. Her hips pistoned faster, her fingers driving into Aquila's soaked cunt with a renewed, punishing rhythm. The heel of her palm mashed against Aquila's clit with every deep thrust, a relentless, perfect friction.
"Yes…just like that," Aquila hissed, her own grip tightening on Zuleika's neck, not enough to cut off air, but enough to claim it. To own the moment. To own her.
Aquila's world narrowed to the exquisite burn of being stretched, the slap of wet skin, the blinding pinpoint of heat coiling tighter and tighter in her gut.
Her back arched, a silent scream stretching her lips. Her tits heaved, Zuleika's pinching fingers on her nipple sending jolts of electricity straight to her core.
It broke. A raw, shattered cry ripped from Aquila's throat as her orgasm detonated. Her inner muscles clamped down hard on Zuleika's fingers, milking them, waves of violent, pulsating pleasure washing through her until she was shaking, her body collapsing to Zuleika without any strength left.
For a long moment, there was only the sound of their ragged breathing. Aquila's hand fell from Zuleika's neck, her chest rising and falling rapidly.
Zuleika slowly, carefully, withdrew her slick fingers, watching the powerful woman come down from the high she'd given her. A smug satisfaction started to bloom in Zuleika's chest, but it was short-lived.
Aquila slumped against Zuleika's shoulder, her breath still uneven, chest rising and falling as though she had just fought a battle. Zuleika's arms wrapped tightly around her waist, holding her close as if she might disappear again if she let go.
"So… uhm…" Zuleika's voice came out small, almost shy. "Are we… lovers now?"
Aquila, still perched in her lap—her bare skin warm against Zuleika's—pulled back just enough to study her. Her brows twitched, and with a swift motion, she pinched Zuleika's nose between two fingers.
"After what you did?" she asked, narrowing her eyes. "What do you think?"
"H-hey! Ow, ow—Aquila, my nose is gonna fall off!" Zuleika whined, wriggling under her grip. Her face scrunched like a child caught red-handed, and she tried to swat Aquila's hand away, but Aquila only smirked at her misery.
"Maybe that'll teach you not to ask such stupid questions," Aquila said, releasing her at last with an exasperated sigh.
Zuleika rubbed her nose dramatically. "You're cruel. What if I end up nose-less? You'd have to kiss me on my forehead forever."
Aquila rolled her eyes, though the corner of her lips curved upward despite herself. "Idiot."
Zuleika froze, then her gaze softened. She leaned in, brushing her forehead against Aquila's, their breaths mingling in the quiet of the tent.
"I don't care if I'm an idiot," she whispered. "I love you, Aquila."
The words struck like lightning—sudden, unguarded, impossible to take back. For once, Aquila's sharp tongue failed her. Her lips parted, but no sound came, only the flicker of something raw and unspoken in her silver eyes.
Aquila pushed Zuleika back lightly, slipping out of her embrace. She stood and glanced down at the floor, where her royal garments lay scattered carelessly—thrown off in haste by Zuleika's impatient hands.
Her silver eyes narrowed, and she shot Zuleika a sharp glare. "Did you really have to toss my clothes around like garbage?"
Zuleika, still sitting there with a goofy little smile plastered across her face, chuckled softly. "Heh… well, they were in the way."
"In the way?" Aquila's voice dripped with disbelief. She bent down to pick up a sleeve, holding it between two fingers as though it were a wounded comrade.
"This is silk woven from the finest Feltogoran looms, not some rag you use to mop the floor!"
Zuleika snorted, covering her mouth with her hand. "Sorry, Your Highness. Next time I'll fold them neatly before ravishing you."
Aquila's cheeks turned scarlet. She stomped her foot, glaring even harder. "Idiot! Who said there'll be a next time!?"
"Your face," Zuleika shot back with a grin, leaning back on her hands as if she'd already won.