The Border Between Friendship and Love

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Characters: Akadine, Brandili
When: Shortly prior to Brandili’s wedding to the duke
Wordcount: 656
Summary: Akadine claims another princess for her hoard
Notes: CW for sex and cunnilingus.


Akadine was gratified that her loud mouth was finally being put to good use after a week's solid flirting. She hadn't known Brandili well, but still, she'd fallen hard. Maybe it was stupid to get involved with the person she was supposed to be protecting from envious suitors, but at this moment, she'd say it was worth it if the Duke stormed into his betrothed's bedroom and found them in a tangle upon the Lady's sheets.

Dark hair tickled her nose as she buried her face between Brandili's thighs. Already, Brandili's lips glossed her mouth, no slow work-up needed. All the wrestling, the veiled taunts and flirtation had been lead up enough, so by the time she'd tackled Brandili back to the bed and thrown her skirts up over her chest, she'd been delighted by glistening, warmly purple labia and the Lady's mock indignation. Felt even better to bring them between her lips and tug, hear the frustrated intake of breath when she paused to nose at the woman's clit.

She felt Brandili shift by the way her thighs clamped over her neck, looked up to see her propped up. "Promise me," Brandili said, voice caught half in her throat. "Promise me you'll stay. I need someone..." A throttled groan interrupted her; Akadine had begun slow, languorous passes across her clit with the flat of her tongue. "I need someone on my side in this horrible place."

It was hard not to joke, but Akadine had the good sense to hold herself back. She lifted her head for a moment, thoughtful. "Does it look like I'm gonna go somewhere? You got me."

"I mean afterward," Brandili snapped, driven to frustration. Akadine was nuzzling back in, tugging labia between careful teeth.

"Nnm-- mm hmm." She thought for a few more moments, nearly lost her concentration when she felt Brandili's thighs tighten against her, for she'd returned her focus to light flicking laps and that were causing deliciously restrained noises up above skirt rumples. "I'll stay by your side," she promised. "I work for you, but I figure you're mine now, too."

She got a laugh of surprise, which she quickly put paid to-- no exquisite comebacks this time. She clutched at the woman's hips, setting a rhythm with her tongue that quickly had Brandili quivering, stifling her voice, barely. Akadine figured it must have been the first time in a while that the woman had been this worked up, given how quick she came to the edge. The Duke lacked a lot of sense; Akadine wasn't surprised that Brandili needed someone else to sate her. She gave the noblewoman release without a fight, enjoying with petty satisfaction the way that the thighs tight around her ears shuddered and tried to crush her, the way that Brandili arched and finally clutched at Akadine's rough hair as her voice rang out. The sellsword was wet all through her underthings, riding Brandili's climax out with her, but she remained obediently at the foot of the bed, catching her breath while Brandili did the same.

"Oh... stars." The Lady had gone completely lax around her. She could hear a twinge of gratitude and embarrassment mixed together in that simple exhalation. Brandili took her time, but rolled to her side eventually, the better to give the sellsword a look. "I... just need to get one thing straight. I'm not yours, but... you may have my company."

Akadine, feeling more affronted than she had any right to be, propped her head up with an elbow and glared. "You sure you don't want to make things interesting? I like to keep the people I like."

"Not like that." Brandili was blunt, but Akadine supposed she had to appreciate the honesty. "Anyways, you can't claim me when I can give as good as I get. Come over here."

It wasn't a fair match; in the end, Akadine won, but only best two out of three.



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