Moving quickly Moirin pulled back, her hands ripping away the scrap of drenched cloth between the other woman's legs. She tore at the corset, long fingers unlacing and casting it aside far faster than Chastity had thought possible. Once both were gone she slid between her legs, her lean, dark body pressed against the length of Chastity's soft curves and kissed her voraciously. Moirin's hands moved over her sides, her nails leaving faint red lines behind as she feverishly kissed and bit down the length of the other woman's squirming body. She left a trail of swelling bites from her neck to her stomach and the small hollow at her hip bone. Moirin paused there for a moment, lapping at that small spot, relishing in it before moving lower. She buried her face between Chastity's legs. Her tongue moved in slow, long strokes, drinking her in as sounds of the other woman's high, breathless moaning fell on her ears. Moirin ran her hands over Chastity's body, bringing them down and under her; she dug her nails into the soft flesh of the other woman's ass as she pulled her hard against her mouth, licking and sucking at her clit. Chastity writhed, her legs shaking, falling wider. She stayed lost in the other woman's pussy for a long while, not moving until she felt the rush of hot liquid over her chin, dripping down onto her chest.
Moirin, only encouraged , held the other woman's hips with one hand, sliding the other between her legs. Her nimble fingers slipping inside Chastity, just the tiniest bit. The gasp that entrance brought forth was the perfect reward, and for an instant Moirin stopped lapping at Chastity's pussy to smile. Returning her mouth to the other woman's body, her finger went deeper inside her, followed by another. She worked Chastity's body until she came again and then once more before she pulled her head from between her legs and slid up the other woman's body. With Moirin's finger's teasing and toying with Chastity's pussy she lied down beside her, nipping at her neck. Chastity's hands let go of the heavy comforted they had balled around and tentatively reached out for Moirin. She closed her eyes and tiled her hips up to the cautious, almost scared seeming pale hand. A long, low groan escaped her when Chastity's soft hands slid between her slick lips. The younger woman leaned up as if to move then faltered, hesitated. Moirin smiled again, taking her hand from between Chastity's legs and gently but firmly pushing down on her shoulders. She was met with no resistance as she pushed the other woman's face into her pussy, keeping on hand wrapped in her long hair, holding her in place.
"Let me know if you need to breath," she said, laying back against the bed.
All hesitation seemed to have gone from the younger woman. She lapped at Moirin's pussy as if she were starving. Moirin's hand held her hard, pulling at her hair as she began to moan, low and dark in the back of her throat. The spells around the room began to fall away as the sound of her moaning grew louder, the darkness receding and the smell of jasmine replaced completely by the heady perfume of their sex. Moirin's world narrowed to only the places where the other woman's flesh touched her, everything else falling away. Her back arched, her hand in Chastity's hair clutched, digging long nails into her own hand as she shook and Chastity came up gasping, white skin glistening wet. Slowly, she became aware of herself again. She blinked, forcing her eyes to focus again and found Chastity smiling at her, having moved to lie along side her. They wound one another in each others bodies, legs entwined, arms around the other, Moirin whispering softly into Chastity's ear pretty things in languages she didn't understand. They feel deep asleep together, the heavy pulse of satisfaction thrumming through them, the heat of their bodies keeping them warm.
Hours later, when the magic of her song had faded through the warm wood of the floorboards Moirin woke to the clatter and raucous of men coming up the stairs. As they were heaving and shoving at the still locked door Moirin quickly rose, collecting her few belongings from the room and slipping back into her clothes. She kissed the groggy, sleep addled woman tangled in the comforters on the bed. Chastity reached out to her, small, pale hands waving in the air like a child as she saw Moirin heading toward the window.
"Stay," she said in a small voice. "Stay with me."
Moirin flashed her a smile, leaning in to kiss the other woman again before pulling away. She strode fast toward the window, stopping only a moment to wave a hand in front of it and mutter something Chastity neither fully heard nor understood. As it slid open seemingly on its own Moirin crossed herself, turned, looked back at Chastity, blew her a kiss and fell backward. Terrified, Chastity scrambled to the window to see Moirin drifting slowly to the ground like a leaf or a feather on the wind. As she watched Moirin slip away into the night, she heard her voice as if she were still whispering in her hear. She promised she'd come again.
