Oriana - the Lingering Spell

** Hi guys -- it has truly been a long, long hot minute. But here is a story I have been working on, on and off for quite some time. Now that we're in quarantine/self-isolation, I really don't have any excuse, huh?

Enjoy, and please feel free to leave a comment or flick me an email with feedback :)

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Today was a special day. She was sitting in front of a mirror, combing her golden blonde hair; which was almost shining even with the curtains drawn in, in her dim lit bedroom. She stopped for just a moment and gazed at herself in the mirror; her eyes, both of different colours, stared back at her. One was green and the other was blue and they were both very bright in colour which matched her light hair perfectly. Her mother, Annalise, always told her that she was gifted and truly unique because of her eyes, and that she should never, ever forget it. That's when she walked in; the door slowly opened creaking just slightly,

"Oh, I see you're already awake."

Annalise walked over and put her hands on her young daughter's golden hair; she couldn't help but smile as she looked through the mirror at how gorgeous she was.

"My beautiful Oriana," she sighed with adoration, "I can't believe today is the day you become a woman. Come on, breakfast is ready. And a big one too just for my birthday girl."

"Thank you, mother, I'll be out right after I finish combing my hair, okay?" Oriana said as she raised her comb up.

Lightly patting Oriana on her shoulders and kissing the top of her head, Annalise walked out of the room. After finishing combing her hair, Oriana stood up and gave herself a quick glance whilst turning around. She wasn't exceedingly curvaceous, but she knew that some men would give her a second look which made her frown just thinking about it. Quickly dismissing it, she left her bedroom for the kitchen, sat down and started to eat. As she ate, she stared out the window; it was a gorgeous day -- blue skies in the heart of summer, yet it wasn't too hot to bear.

"There's a festival in the centre of the village today, dear," said her mother, "It's about how our little village came to be. I think you'll find it interesting."

"Mmm, maybe I'll take Agnese," Oriana said with a mouth full of food.

"That's a good idea. Maybe have her buy you twenty one gifts to match your age," her mother smiled slyly.

"Don't be silly, mother," Oriana laughed, "I would never ask her to do something like that, nor could I even think of twenty one gifts for myself."

Her mother smiled and continued to eat. Oriana smiled back, and gazed upon a piece of fabric on the wall which showed her family tree going back about a century. There were figures/silhouettes that seemed to attempt to show what each person looked like, but without a face; the only prominent feature was the hair on each of them. Other than that, the men were dressed in suits, top hats with canes, and the women with different coloured Victorian-like dresses. It all seemed quite formal to Oriana, she never really enjoyed wearing those sorts of dresses, but if her mother insisted then she wouldn't disobey.

Oriana tilted her head as she noticed something odd at the very top of the tree. There were three women linked to each other with none of them linking to a man. They were her great-great grandmothers? She found it strange, but it was only a brief thought, before she figured that it may have been a loss of records since it was such a long time ago. On the topic of family, Oriana never knew her father. Her mother told her that he suffered through a fatal illness a few months before she was born. It saddened her from time to time; she always wondered what it would have been like to grow up with a father, especially when she would see other daughters with their fathers in the village. She dismissed it, and finished up her breakfast.

After saying goodbye to her mother, Oriana stepped out of her home into the sunlight. The sun beamed warmth onto her fair skin, that she let go bare in a loose, sky blue dress. The breeze was gentle as she walked towards Agnese's house. During this walk, Oriana would often look up at the mountain above her little village and admire the castle that loomed over. What would royalty be like? She wondered curiously. The walk to Agnese's was about five minutes, and when she was about half a minute away, she could see the ginger haired beauty already, leaning on the fence at her porch. Her smile was always so huge and contagious, causing Oriana to smile too as she approached her. Agnese's long, wavy ginger hair blew gently in the wind as she waited for Oriana.

"Ness! Were you waiting for me?" asked Oriana as she walked up the steps to Agnese, who was about a quarter of a head shorter than her.

"I

thought

you would come here. Your mother told me about the festival the other day, and thought you would be interested?" Agnese replied, as she turned to face Oriana.

Her dark, brown eyes gazed upon the blonde in front of her, and now Oriana could see the freckles more clearly on the ginger, who was wearing a white dress that ever so slightly teased her curvaceous figure. It was one of those dresses that would show a slight curve here and there whenever she walked a certain way, or if the wind blew.

"Are your parents at home?" asked Oriana while looking around, but no other person was in sight.

The ginger woman had a smile on her round face,

"No, they are not. You know they are merchants and are barely home. But I was looking forward to going to the festival, so can we go, Ori?"

Oriana nodded before taking a step towards Agnese,

"You look very beautiful today, Ness," she said quietly, as she leaned in and gently kissed the ginger woman. Oriana moaned softly, as she felt her lover's full lips press against hers, with a slight flick of her tongue. She pulled away and stared back at Agnese,

"Your eyes, Ori," Agnese whispered, "Every time I look into them, they are magnificent."

Oriana smiled and the couple lingered in each other's embrace for a moment. After a short while, they began to make their way to the village centre. It was a short walk along a dirt road next to a low wooden fence and in no time, they could hear the sound of chatter, music and laughter in the distance.

"Say Ori, I was going to wait to tell you this but it's too exciting for me to be patient," Agnese said with agitation.

Oriana giggled and bit her bottom lip with her front teeth, making a funny but curious face, "You're so cute when you get excited about things; what is it? Tell me."

Agnese's face beamed up with joy, "Since my parents aren't going to be home for several days, I was wondering if you wanted to stay at my place as a birthday treat?"

"Oh wow," Oriana put her hand on her chest in a playful manner, "You know I would be all for that!"

"Yay!" Agnese exclaimed in delight, "I will cook you all sorts of meals, pamper you nicely and treat you like a queen! A perfect week for my perfect Ori."

"Goodness, well that's something that I can't say no to," said the blonde woman, "It's more like a

birthweek

than a

birthday

; are you sure you want to do this just for me?"

"Yes

yes

!" Agnese couldn't contain herself, "You are always doing such nice things for me so of course I would absolutely love to do this for you, if you let me. What better way to celebrate you turning 21?"

Oriana looked at the surrounding area before quickly pecking Agnese on her freckled cheek,

"Okay," she said as she gazed lovingly into Agnese's deep brown hues.

Agnese, who felt like she had just delivered the best present a person could give, let out a joyous squeal. Oriana laughed and the ginger woman was almost skipping now in her strides; it seemed as if she was a lot more excited about this present than the one who was receiving it. The couple was now in the heart of the festivities, surrounded by cheerful melodies played by brass instruments, laughter from children running around and the smell of an abundance of foods. Oriana had only just eaten a large breakfast, but the smell of freshly baked bread and cheese stirred her stomach.

The pair continued to walk through the festival, browsing through the dozens of stalls that sold a variety of goods. Some displayed necklaces and bracelets, others had several interesting nick-nacks of all sorts of creatures and objects. Oriana's eyes were caught by some fabric, which she walked up to and admired. She felt it between her fingers; it was smooth and velvety and was turquoise in colour, but not too bright. The stall lady presented a number of fabrics with the same materials but in different colours which Oriana acknowledged, before attending to another potential customer. Agnese peered over the blonde woman's shoulder,

"Looks expensive," Agnese whispered, "How could somebody have enough money to pay for such luxuries in our small village?"

"I don't see it that way," said Oriana while continuing to admire the fabric, "We all help each other in this village, don't we? Why not pay a little extra so that both parties enjoy a bit of luxury?"

Agnese was astonished. The thought hadn't even crossed her mind, nor did she think that way. She had known Oriana for as long as she could remember and yet she felt like she was still learning new things from her. The ginger woman eyed the fabric for a while before the two continued through the festival. They bought a few snacks from the stalls to eat and watched a short play on a stage about witches and knights and all things royal before they decided to head home, just before dusk. The couple stood on Agnese's porch as they approached the front door to her house.

"Who would have thought that our village was built over the first camp during the Witches' War?" said Agnese as she unlocked her door and entered.

"I think it's pretty cool," said Oriana stepping in and sniffing the air, "Oh, and I always love the smell of your house."

Agnese smiled, "Well, that's good since you'll be here awhile."

Agnese's house always smelt like fresh citrus fruit; it was faintly sweet but not so overpowering. It made sense since her parents were merchants and probably sold and traded for all kinds of exotic fruits, among other goods. After she had inhaled enough of the air in Agnese's home, Oriana followed her into her bedroom. She stared intently as each step the ginger woman in front of her took made her hips and butt sway sensuously; the sudden jolt of each cheek was mesmerising and could even be seen through her white dress. Oh, how she loved that butt. Every opportunity she had, she would grab Agnese's butt and fondle it. She would squeeze, pull and lightly spank it, if in the right mood. Her hand, outstretched, could barely even cover half of a cheek; one could say that Agnese had the most immaculate birthing hips in the kingdom, and it was

all

Oriana's.

However, the blonde woman would often trail off into thoughts of disbelief, whenever she'd be around Agnese. How could someone be so attractive? To be so unbelievably irresistible that Oriana would become insatiable every time the couple would engage in sexual acts. It wasn't like her own body was

not

feminine, it was just that Agnese's was much,

much

more. She had a beautiful round face, accompanied by her dark brown eyes that portrayed innocence, yet could be the complete opposite of that at times. She had freckles along her cheeks, long, wavy ginger hair, and a set of full, pouty lips. Below her head, her body. Oh, her

body

. She was ridiculously curvaceous; but she wasn't exactly petite. She had just the right amount of meat on her so that you could grab, squeeze and jiggle. Her breasts were large, a lot more than Oriana's, her waist was small; and if you kept trailing your eyes downward you would see her hips curve out immensely to reveal her aforementioned behind. A perfect, voluptuous woman. Oriana was fascinated by all of her lover's curves; from the roundness of her face, to the curvaceousness of her hips.

Oriana began to realise that she had done it again; lost in her thoughts about her dear Agnese whilst staring at her butt. She needed to snap out of it, but at this moment, Agnese peered over her shoulder as if she knew that her behind was being gawked at.

"You! Always ogling at my butt. I'm not an object!" said Agnese teasingly, while turning around.

Oriana smirked, "No? Then how come you belong to me?"

Oriana reached behind Agnese and grabbed a handful of her butt while gazing deeply at the brown eyed woman. In their embrace, they smiled at each other lovingly. After a moment, they locked lips. The two both let out a soft moan into each other's mouths and began to kiss more intensely. Agnese parted her lips, and Oriana took the opportunity to slide her tongue in and tease the other woman's. The ginger began stepping back, coerced from her lover's passionate hold and felt the end of the bed hit the back of her thighs. Before she could react and hold herself, she felt the weight of the blonde woman's body press up against her and she fell flat on her back and onto the bed with Oriana on top of her. This broke their kiss, but they were still deep in each other's embrace.

"W-wa-" Agnese tried to speak, but was interrupted by a forceful kiss.

The ginger woman closed her eyes, with no choice but to accept the kiss. She felt a hand slide up her side and stop at her right breast. It was given a generous squeeze which caused a moan to escape from Agnese. She could feel Oriana pushing her body closer, rubbing her crotch against hers. The brown eyed woman spread her legs wider to accommodate the aroused blonde, however she knew perfectly well where this was going and brought her arm up slowly towards Oriana to try and gently push her off of her. Her wrist was met by a strong grip as her arm was slammed onto the bed by the side of her head. Alarmed, she broke the kiss and looked Oriana in her blue and green eyes. The blonde woman took this opportunity and nuzzled her head into the ginger woman's neck, kissing and sucking on it.

"Ori! H-hey, not yet!" said Agnese nervously.

Oriana let out a disgruntled moan and released her hungry mouth from her lover's neck, pouting.

"Whhhyyy?" moaned Oriana, "I want to."

"I know. I know that you want to, but let me have a chance to give you your present!" replied Agnese, "I promise we can do... stuff tonight, okay?"

Oriana continued to pout. However, she knew that it was only fair that she should comply for once. She released her grip from Agnese's wrist and reluctantly got off of her. As she did so, you could see that the ginger woman's cheeks were a light pink colour, as she was flushed from the arousal. Agnese wasn't usually the kind of woman to say no or push away someone that she cared for, and Oriana did so much for her and was always kind. What could it hurt to allow Oriana to pleasure herself by using her body? They are lovers after all, and it's not like it was a chore; it would feel good for her too. The brown eyed woman knew how much these acts meant to the blonde and would frequently allow her to do so without a single protest. Even now, if Oriana had insisted, Agnese would have given in, and so she was a little bit surprised at this rare compliance.

Oriana was now on her knees above the ginger. She looked down at her woman for a moment before stepping off the bed completely.

"I'm sorry, I know you're frustrated," said Agnese concerningly, "I

will

make it up to you. But now, I want to get started on the greatest present you could ever hope for!"

Agnese put on a huge grin, her eyes had a glint in them and her freckles were more prominent than usual. Oriana couldn't help but put on a smile too at the sight of her beautiful lover.

"Fine, what do you have in store for me?" asked Oriana.

"Come into the kitchen and sit down," said Agnese as she shuffled off the bed.

Agnese had her arm outstretched for the blonde to take it, which she did. The ginger woman felt a little strange taking the lead as it would usually be Oriana, in almost every situation. She was comfortable with that lifestyle -- preferred it, and could say that she really enjoyed it. She was fine doing what Oriana wanted; because if it made her happy, then Agnese would be too and that was all that mattered to her. The couple walked out into the kitchen where a table was set up. There was a well woven and patterned cloth on the dining table and candles ready to be lit. There were two candles; one was green and the other was blue. Upon seeing this, Oriana lit up and her smile grew wider.

"Oh my god, Ness," said Oriana as she put her hands over her heart, "Are those meant to be...?"

Agnese smiled and let out a cute giggle.

"Yes! I bought them a few days ago," replied Agnese, "You know how much I

love

your eyes, and so I thought it'd be romantic or... something, to purchase candles for each eye."

Agnese began to get shy as she explained herself and her cheeks were slowly turning pink, but Oriana found the candles to be incredibly thoughtful and looked over at her ginger lover. She put both hands on her round face and gave her a long pressed smooch.

"I love them. I love you," said Oriana softly while looking deeply into Agnese's brown eyes, "And you're so cute when you act all shy."

The ginger woman covered her blushing freckled face with her hands and then put them on top of Oriana's hands that were holding her face. Oriana then sat down on the dining table as the candles were lit. She admired them, and at the same time she watched as her curvaceous woman began cooking a deliciously smelling meal for her. She eyed down her body, especially her butt. Lusting after it. The blonde thought to herself, "I am having her tonight no matter what." She then glanced back at the candles. A white candle was considered to be a generic one, costing very little. However, to add colour to them would exponentially increase its value. In their small village, most people wore the same sort of drab colours, and would only dress vibrantly when there was a special occasion, or if you were well off.

Agnese had bought two, and they were both of different colour. The fact that Agnese did that just for her almost brought her to tears, bursting with joy. Drifting her gaze slowly from the embers of the lit candles, she watched as her woman continued to prepare dinner. Just at that moment, Agnese peered over her shoulder and the two made eye contact, both smiling at each other lovingly. Something stirred inside Oriana upon seeing her ginger beauty turned around like that. It wasn't intentional by Agnese, but that look really made her even more impatient for "dessert" later on.

Finally, after a short while Agnese served up two dishes for her and her blonde. Oriana couldn't stop inhaling the aroma of the tenderly prepared meal. The couple ate and conversed in the dim light of the candles as the sky outside began to turn dark.

"Say, how much did these candles actually cost you?" asked Oriana, while taking a mouthful of food, "It can't have been exactly cheap."

"I've been saving for a while. I know it's not exactly the best kind of gift, so that's why I'm having you over for the week to treat you."

Oriana felt her heart leap a little. Putting on a warming smile,

"They're perfect. Everything here, and all you've done is perfect. And I'm betting the rest of the week will be too. You really are spoiling me."

Agnese was looking down, acting shy and playing with her food,

"Nonsense. I'm just... I'm doing what I think will make you happy, as your woman."

Oriana stopped and just looked at Agnese. There was a bit of a lull in the conversation, causing the ginger woman to look up from her plate. Without a word and without breaking eye contact, Oriana outstretched her hand and opened her palm. Agnese glanced at her lover's hand before moving her brown eyes back to her. She slowly took the blonde woman's hand and was slightly shocked at the face she was making. Oriana was on the verge of tearing up; her blue and green eyes were glistening in the dim light produced from the matching coloured candles. Putting on a gentle smile,