"Mhmmm. MHMMM!" Bellara Lutare moaned under Neve Gallus' capable fingers. When the ice mage caught the artificer anxiously pacing back and forth in her room (the magic going wild in the Arlathan and the elven gods returning as the world-destroying villains could throw any Dalish Veil Jumper out of balance) and offered her a massage to soothe the tensed nerves, Bellara had some doubts before saying 'yes', but it wasn't long till she knew that agreeing to it was the right decision.
Neve's fingers skillfully danced around her friend's body, pushing all the right spots, and soon the elf turned into a puddle under pleasant stimulation. This touch - purposeful and surprisingly strong - wasn't erotic in nature, yet lustful thoughts entered Bellara's mind anyway, reminding her how she missed a female touch on her naked body. She had stayed single since breaking up with Irelin, restricting herself to toys and self-pleasuring. Still, it couldn't compare to a real person's affection.
Every minute Bellara's horniness grew but Neve stayed professional all the time, which re-triggered the elf's anxiety and dark thoughts clouded her mind. In the past, the Veil Jumper heard people calling her cute and pretty, but maybe she wasn't like that in the detective's eyes? Or perhaps she wanted someone as beautiful, sexy, and confident as herself, not this small bundle of nerves she had to calm down with a massage?
"Turn over." Finally, Neve's voice pierced the silence and it was then that Bellara made a decision.
Sink or swim
, she thought and rolled over from her stomach to her back. But instead of lying down modestly like before, she did so with her legs wide open and her spine slightly arched, showing off her moist pussy and erect nipples.
At that moment, Bellara's heart skipped a beat when she just lied motionlessly, her eyes closed when she didn't dare to open them. What was Neve going to do? Would she just push the elf's legs together and resume the completely ordinary massage? Would she laugh or yell at her, or silently leave the room? Or maybe, just maybe...
But then, Bellara's doubts were dispelled when she felt something wet on her red-hot, dripping count.
Neve's tongue. The best outcome.
"Ahhh. AHHH!" The elf moaned again, this time strictly erotic. Her back arched even more when Neve licked all around her nether lips as if she had waited for it for as long as Bellara did. The ice mage's tongue relentlessly explored the artificer's wet folds and in time sank deeper between them, now getting familiar with her pink insides with an equal fervor and lustful curiosity.
"Look at me, Bel," the detective said, her voice a perfect mix of stern and soft, only those words escaping her lips before she returned to her oral ministrations. With great effort, the Dalish opened her eyes which stayed closed practically since the massage began, and looked down between her legs when Neve's tongue was busy pleasuring her.
The human and the elf's eyes met, and the electricity jumped between them. Neve's visage was blurred as Bellara's sight was clouded by pleasure. But even then the latter could see how intensely the ice mage was looking at her, the intensity of her gaze matched only by the intensity of licking she was providing her with.
"Ohhh. OHHH!" The Dalish was a single long moan. Her legs tried to clamp around the Tevinter's head, but she held them open with her hands, her fingers sinking into the pale flesh of the artificer's thick thighs. Neve neither needed nor wanted any distractions to her licking, which she continued with a clear purpose of making her friend cum.
And Bellara indeed was on a highway to orgasm, which the detective sensed from how ragged her breath was and how her pussy twitched under stimulation. The elf's whole body's temperature raised to vulcanic levels, her thighs burning under the Tevinter's sinking fingers and her breasts and nipples begging for attention. The attention the Veil Jumper couldn't provide herself with as her hands gripped the bed with force when she desperately tried to somehow ground herself in reality.
"Mhmmm. Ohhh. Ahhh. NEVE!" Yet finally, the dam broke and Bellara came from her friend's expert licking. Her body, relaxed by a massage, tensed again, this time in a way more pleasurable manner when the nerve-wreaking orgasm tore through her heated body. Even then, the detective didn't stop licking and was rewarded with a squirt of the elf's love juices drenching her beautiful face.
And that was just the beginning.
When Bellara Lutare began her sexual relationship with Neve Gallus, a famous detective she had read so much about, she didn't expect she'd soon find herself in such a compromising position as she was in now. Pushed against the wall of some random Minratus' back alley, trying to stifle a moan.
"Come on, Bel. Moan for me. I know you want to," Neve whispered right into the elf's ear, her voice dripping with seduction and her fingers nested deep into her lover's dripping pussy. Her other hand kept the Dalish's hands against the wall, tied with the detective's signature shawl.
But Bellara shook her head and endured. She concentrated hard and bit into her lips until she felt a metallic taste of blood on her tongue. But how could she moan? The alley they were in wasn't too deep and even hidden in it, the elf felt totally exposed. She could still hear the city music coming to them from all directions and the wet squishing sound of Neve's fingering seemed deafening to her - any more noise and someone would surely come and discover them.
If they wouldn't come even sooner, lured into the alley by the pieces of Bellara's battle suit that were scattered all over the street - it wasn't far from the entrance when the first piece was lying; anyone could follow the path of clothes to where the two women were having handsy sex. The fact that most of Bellara's ordinary clothes stayed on (and Neve didn't discard ever a single piece) wouldn't help them as the ice mage's digits were moving at the maddening tempo when she fingered her lover's needy cunt.
Especially as Bellara's remaining clothes were completely disheveled. Her pants were lowered down to her knees, not only providing easy access to her pussy, but also revealing her thick thighs. Her shirt was open as much as possible, bearing a naked neck and cleavage, all of it completely defenseless against Neve's lips and tongue if the Tevinter ever wished to put them there.
And the detective was really tempted to do so! She loved dragging her lips along Bellara's smooth skin, peppering her neck and shoulders with kisses. She loved sucking on her small breasts and pointy nipples, making her do all those cute noises. She loved her soft belly and thick tights, and how she sometimes giggled uncontrollably when they were caressed. But at the same time, she liked the challenge of making the Dalish cum with just her hand, and in such a nasty place to that!
"So you won't moan, huh? What about now?" The Tevinter asked, her voice sultrier than before. She didn't anticipate it would come to this, but Bellara apparently grew quite resistant to her ministrations. So angling her hand a little, she brought her thumb to the artificer's red-hot clit, teasing the excited nub to the best of her abilities. The added stimulation was enough and the Veil Jumper came right there, in the back alley of the Minratus dock, her vagina shooting its sticky juices onto Neve Gallus' still-moving hand.
Still, Bellara didn't moan.
