Waking from a nightmare Yvette bolts up. Her Alabaster figure in stark contrast to the red satin sheets. She looks over to Belvie sprawled in the bed next to her. Belvie's hand resting on Yvette's thigh beneath the sheets.
Yvette feels a reassurance of calm wash over her. Slowly she slides herself out of Belvie's grasp and the bed. Her feet find the cool stone floor. She does her best to sneak through the bed chamber.
Yvette quietly slides on a skirt, does her hair up with ornate pins, and ties on a corset. She then dips a finger in a purple powder and smears it on her eyelids.
Feeling set now she does her best to leave without waking Belvie. The heavy door creaks even as it is only opened a bit. Yvette glances back at the bed, to see Belvie roll over and groan in the bed. She becomes still again. Slowly Yvette closes the door behind herself.
Now in the hallway, Yvette cautiously approaches a window with heavy drapes. They are cool to the touch. Carefully she moves flush to the wall near the window. Her hand well below the window frame. Slowly she pulls the drapes away. The sky is orange along the horizon with stars starting to show. A subtle smile forms on Yvette's face.
Thirst throbs in her throat. She rushes out of the small keep. The night's coming cold is foretold with a refreshing breeze. Skipping giddily Yvette moves among the the keeps orchard. Plucking a pair of plums and another of pears, before she skips back to the keep. Once inside she slows to a walk, and sinks her teeth into a plum. Slurping audibly as she enjoys the scrumptious fruit. She savors it as she sucks on it. Taking care to quiet herself as she approaches the bedchamber.
Yvette slowly creaks the door open. Spotting a still slumbering Belvie on the bed in yet another position. Not risking the door another time she leaves it open. She creeps towards the bedside on her toes. Gently she kisses Belvie on the cheek.
"Rise and shine with the stars, gorgeous girl" Yvette rouses Belvie. "I brought you something sweet for breakfast."
Belvie slides her hands beneath her chest, as her knees raise her hips. Sheets slowly sliding off her slender frame. She shakes her head as she yawns, before sitting back on her heels.
Yvette gives Belvie a deep kiss as she hands off the fruit. She then quickly withdraws a couple steps, as Belvie begins to stand and starts ferociously devouring the fruits. Plum juice flowing down her forearm.
Yvette starts towards the door. "I'll let you get dressed."
Belvie licks the juice from her elbow to her wrist, as she closes behind Yvette. Her arms then ensnare around Yvette's waist, as she slowly drags her back.
"I've feasted on pear and plum" Belvie licks Yvette's neck, before finishing "now for this peach."
Effortlessly Belvie flings Yvette onto the bed. Her hands slowly raise Yvette's skirt to her knees, then she ducks her head underneath. Belvie's tongue laps Yvette. Rapidly, with the odd lick straying from the vulva to the thigh. One of Yvette's hand clasps her mouth to stifle herself. The other grips and twists the sheet on the bed.
Belvie's iron grip holding her legs firm. Only Yvette's torso squirms as she struggles to stifle herself. Yvette's hand dropping for but a moment as she lets out a low moan.
Catching her slip to late the hand shoots back to her mouth. Belvie presses Yvette's legs into a wider spread, as she starts delving her tongue into Yvette. Rocking her head slowly. Sucking as she raises. Shoving her tongue in as she drops.
Yvette's hand over her mouth does nothing to hide the hum of pleasure. Belvie, as if waiting for it, upon hearing her hum slides her hands under Yvette's knees and increases her speed. Moments into this new position and pace, Yvette now clutches the bed with both hands. Slight sounds spilling out. Her hips finally shoot up and her legs shake. Yvette's hands now attempt to pry Belvie's head away.
