Chapter One - A lover's Memory
Abruptly, Madelyn awoke from her sleep to find herself covered in sweat. She'd been dreaming of her past lover again. The sheets of her bed were soaked and her short, almost see-through nightgown was drenched. How much longer was she going to be haunted with the memories of her former lover? How she still longed to feel that woman's skin against her own once more.
The rising sun was shining through a sliver in the partially closed drapes and Madelyn sighed softly as she pushed the sheets aside. She slowly stood and pulled open the drapes, letting the sun in. She crossed the room and stopped before her mirror for a moment.
Long, wavy red hair framed a golden tanned, slender face that was mounted by a short, slightly tip-tilted nose and high but delicate cheeks. Between narrow lids, cat-green eyes seemed to reflect inner laughter, that inner laughter being reflected in the corners of her mouth in a faintly ironic smile that seemed to say, "I have known pain and more may come, but at this moment I am content."
Her mouth seemed full of contradictions; her lips were full and looked as if they had been carved by a sculptor; sensitive, voluptuous, yet grave and sad; lips that were defenseless in their brooding sensuality, they seemed to be abandoned by her small, unassertive chin.
Her neck, long and finely molded, ended at her gently sloping shoulders, from where a short, white nightgown began. The gown ended just a few inches above her knees, her hourglass figure evident under the nearly transparent garment.
She quickly grabbed a bright green dress and changed. Just as the bottom of the dress reached her knees, the door opened and a man stepped in. It was Lucas, one of her troupe members.
"Madelyn, we've arrived." He said softly.
Madelyn looked at him and she suddenly felt her stomach turn into a knot. They had arrived. Arrived in the city she had run from eighteen years ago. Madelyn nodded and quickly grabbed her brush, brushing her long red locks as he left. As she put the brush down, she felt the knot in her stomach tighten its hold. They had arrived in Linaru, the place, the city, the kingdom that she had lost Isabella to. Being back in the grand city reminded her of the dream she had just woken up from.
Madelyn's long red hair laid out across the silk pillows, one hand above her head, the other between her legs. Her face was lightly flushed as her fingers only brought temporary relief, not quite sating her hunger. Her eyes had closed, silently fantasizing the young princess she was escorting, when she felt something trailing down her left thigh, further igniting her already inflamed nerves and senses. She quickly looked to see what it was and saw Isabella's smiling face. Her eyes grew as wide as saucers when she felt Isabella's hand push her own away and moaned moments later when the the young princess pushed a finger into her already dripping sex.
"Princesse!"
"Yes Madelyn?" Isabella asked softly.
Madelyn felt her head spin and her heart pounding in her chest. She thought for a moment that she could be dreaming, but everything felt so real. Her arousal, the heat in the room, Isabella's body next to hers, the young princess's finger in her aching pussy. Her body screamed for more. The moment Isabella's thumb brushed against her clit, Madelyn's back arched just slightly. Her hips responded to Isabella's finger as it move in then pulled out repeatedly. She vaguely remembered Isabella saying something to her but the blood pounding in her ears muted most of the noise around her
Isabella quickly latched onto one of Madelyn's breasts, her tongue dancing across her already erect nipple, causing Madelyn to whimper and bite her lip to keep from screaming. Through the pounding in her ears she could hear the wet noises her pussy was making as she felt Isabella add a second finger. She needed so badly to cum and gripped the sheets as she tried to push against the princess's hand, only for Isabella to pull back as Madelyn pushed forward.
"Please Isabella! Please! Oh god, don't tease me!" Madelyn begged.
Isabella's deep blue eyes took on a wicked look to them as she firmly bit down on Madelyn's nipple, causing the red haired woman to cry out and arch. Isabella's thumb would barely touch Madelyn's clit, butterfly touches. The young red haired gypsy needed release, yet try as she might, she couldn't quite get there. Isabella continuously brought her to the brink but would never let her go over that precipice.
"Tell me what you want mon amour." Isabella whispered softly into Madelyn's ear.
