A faint smacking sound accompanied by an occasional quiet moan filled the room where Neve Gallus and Bellara Lutare enjoyed each other's company. The human and the elf were sitting together on the bed, making out, their lips meeting repeatedly and their tongues probing each other's mouths. Their relationship was a secret even from the other members of the Veilguard, both feeling that it was still too early to reveal their mutual sympathy. But here, in Neve's flat in Minratus, they were safe to do anything they wanted. Given her line of work as a detective, Neve secured her apartment in both magical and non-magical ways, among others, making it completely soundproof.
Their kiss began as a delicate one, but it was quickly heating up with the women's growing arousal and lust. Initial feather-like touches of two sets of lips turned into mutual devouring while their tongues pushed deep into the other's mouth, exploring them all over. Neve, as the bolder and the more experienced between the two, was the first to move her hand onto Bellara's breast, feeling her hardening nipple through her shirt. She smiled into the kiss and shifted her hand down until she reached her partner's crotch.
But when she had gotten there, Bellara firmly, yet without breaking the kiss, took Neve's hand from her crotch and returned it back to her tit. The ice mage squeezed her boob, but quickly her hand wandered south again, willing to feel her lover's most private parts. The elf, however, once again pulled it away, this time intertwining their fingers together.
"Let me eat you," Bellara whispered into Neve's ear, breaking the kiss. She then licked the human's ear and moved her lips to her neck, taking her delicate skin between her full lips. At the same time, Bellara's free hand reached Neve's trousers and began fiddling with her belt.
"No, no..." The Tevinter half-said, half-moaned when her excited flesh was kissed and licked by her lover's capable lips and tongue. But then, her voice grew strong and assertive. "No!" She almost yelled, pushing Bellara's away. The elf fell onto a bed, a shocked expression on her face.
Neve, in turn, stood up from the bed and walked toward her desk. Leaning against it, she crossed her arms on her chest. She looked down at the floor, too angry but also ashamed to look at her lover. For a moment, there was only silence in the room until the detective raised her head.
"I'm sorry, Bel, but I can't do this anymore. Every time we're intimate and I try to do anything, you divert me from it," she whispered. "I was patient, I gave you time... But I need it - I need to touch you, lick you... I don't want our sex to go one way only. What you do to me is wonderful, but I want to do the same for you."
"I knew it, I knew I shouldn't engage in a relationship! But I fell for you so hard!" Bellara exclaimed, hiding her face in her hands. Her voice was strained, and when she raised her head, her eyes were a little wet. "I shouldn't do it... Because I'm not normal. I'm a weirdo!"
"What the fuck are you talking about?" Neve said. "You're the cutest, the most beautiful person I know. What are you to say such things? A werewolf? An abomination?"
"No! Not like that, it's not that bad." Bellara replied and sighed with resignation. "If you really want to know... I'm gonna show you. You're sure gonna break up with me afterwards, but as it already came between us..."
Neve wanted to protest that there is no such thing that would make her break up with Bellara, but words died in her throat when she noticed her elven lover undressing herself. The first thing that came out was her shirt, bearing her average-sized, perky breasts, cute nipples, and soft belly. Neve had seen it all before, but still flushed at how beautiful Bellara's body was.
But the elf didn't stop there, taking off her trousers as well. Because of that, her bare legs came into view, and Neve needed to stop herself from licking her own lips when she saw Bellara's tights. She, of course, knew that the artificer had thick thighs, which were apparent even under her clothes, but it couldn't prepare her for how sexy they would look naked. With no fabric hiding them, they looked so soft, creamy, and sexy that right now the ice mage wanted nothing more than to nuzzle her face against them.
But it wasn't the end, as next Bellara parted her legs wide and Neve could finally see her pussy in all its glory. Unlike the Tevinter, who, according to the most recent trends, shaved all her pubic hair, Bellara still had some on her mound. Her pussy was still fully visible though, looking fresh and delicate, perfect to put a mouth on, and just lick and slurp until orgasm.
Seeing all of the artificer's lower body, a sudden thought appeared in Neve's mind: if she was able to choose how she dies, she would want to do it with her face pushed into Bellara's cunt and her head squashed by the artificer's thighs.
But it wasn't the time for fantasising, when the reality was so sexy. Completely naked, Bellara laid down on the bed, supporting her upper body on the pillows. Looking at Neve with a kind of "you wanted it yourself" expression, she brought her hand to her mouth and generously licked her fingers, wetting them in her own saliva. Then, she brought her hand to her pussy and began gently massaging her labia.
"Oooh," Bellara moaned softly when her fingers made contact with her pussy. She hadn't masturbated much, worried about her condition, so she wasn't ready for how good her moist fingers would feel against her wet lips. Her efforts, uncoordinated at first, became more and more effective, saliva on her digits mixing with love juices from her pussy. Guided by pleasure, Bellara's other hand went to her boobs where she kneaded her hot flesh, which prompted her to moan again, louder and longer this time.
Neve observed the show with her mouth slightly open, the breath coming out short and erratic. Bellara looked so beautiful and sexy playing with herself that even the collected mage couldn't remain stoic. She felt how her nipples had become erect and her pussy wet, and felt a need to touch them. But she didn't want to startle the artificer for whom masturbating, especially in front of someone, was apparently a big deal. So she remained motionless, holding onto her desk so tightly that her knuckles turned white.
In the meantime, Bellara quickened her masturbation, her hand circling her pussy faster and faster. Her other hand still kneaded her boobs, but not for long, as soon the elf took it from there and began to flick her clit with it. She moaned again, feeling all type of stimulation, her pussy glistening with leaking wetness. Eventually, she slipped two of her fingers inside and began fucking herself hard.
"Ah, AAAH!" She groaned louder and louder with every second. "It's coming, IT'S COMIIINGGGGG!!" The last world turned into a long moan when she orgasmed hard from her self-fingering.