The Long Road Ch. 2B
Once again too long for a single post so here's the second half....
Andrea looked from the fruit to darkened amber eyes. Captivated by the desire she found there, without thought she took a bite. With her gaze locked on avid brown, Cruella finished the fruit. Andrea leaned forward and lightly brushed her lips across the luscious ones in front of her. Suddenly she felt a hand slide into her hair and around the back of her head. She then felt those same lips pressed firmly against hers. Her lips instinctively parted as curiosity turned to hunger.
Andrea felt a bolt of heat shoot from her head down to her toes and all points in between, when the kiss deepened as Cruella’s tongue eagerly explored Andrea’s mouth. She whimpered deep in her throat and Cruella’s passion rose to unknown heights upon hearing it. One of Andrea’s hands buried itself in bi-colored tresses while the other came up to caress and explore the deep vee of the halter. Which caused the older woman to moan loudly into the kiss, Andrea growled possessively back before slowly pulling back to take in passion glazed eyes and kiss bruised lips.
When giggling coming from both in front of and behind her broke the sensual haze she was in, she realized she still had one hand in Cruella’s hair and the other was still caressing the top curve of her breast. She snatched her hands back as if they were on fire. Cruella murmured in disappointment. Andrea’s face lit up in a scarlet blush, she looked out to the rest of the Great Hall, but oddly enough everyone was intent on their food with the exception of the twins, Lady Miranda and Lady Cruella. She turned in trepidation, to the silver haired woman only to see ice blue eyes blazing hotter than their one night together.
With her face still afire, Andrea stood abruptly, stepped away from the table and bowed deeply to both Ladies. “If you will excuse me for a moment.” She left the Hall at a stately pace.
* * *
Miranda sat back in her chair with her fingers steepled. Cruella leaned against the side of the back of Miranda’s chair with her arm draped over Miranda’s shoulder closest to her. Both intently watched the redhead before them.
“What were you thinking to insult me in such a manner?” Miranda asked icily.
Lady Emily snorted. “There’s no greater insult to you, then you courting that slave-pony.”
“Watch your tone and what you call her.” Cruella growled out.
The redhead turned burning eyes on the woman. “Then you marry that thing but leave Milady out of it. Once a slave-pony, always a slave-pony. Her high stepping proves that-“
“Enough.” Miranda’s voice cut through Emily’s tirade. “You will either treat my intended with the respect and honor that is their due or you may go and find service with some other noble.”
Emily blanched; her family had served the Priestly’s for centuries.
“Which will it be?”
“You, Mi-milady.” She stuttered out.
“Fetch Kyran.”
“Aye, Milady.” Emily bowed deeply then headed for the door; before she made it the door opened and admitted the knight.
He came in and bowed low before both Ladies.
“Always astute, Kyran.” Miranda said.
He nodded his head in acknowledgement.
“Emily is to be detained in her rooms until I deem otherwise. Her meals will be brought to her and they are to consist of bread and water. Effective immediately.”
Kyran bowed low, as did Emily who had gone bone white. He gently grasped her upper arm and led her from the room shutting the door behind him.
“A little harsh don’t you think?”
Miranda sighed and dropped her hands to the arm rests. “I will not tolerate insult nor disrespect toward either one of you.”
“They would never believe you could be so sweet,” Cruella came around sat sideways on Miranda’s lap, laid her head next to the shorter woman’s ear and whispered. “But we know three people who would believe it.”
“Oh hush you.” Miranda wrapped her arms around the woman, turned her head and placed butterfly light kisses along her neck.
“Mmmm…” Cruella purred out. “Now that we’re out in the open…” She trailed her fingers over the top slopes of Miranda’s breasts that were revealed by the crimson dress.
“Nay,” she grabbed that hand from her chest and kissed each fingertip. “I have a proposition. I think you should seduce Andréa tonight.”
“What do I know of seduction?” Cruella caressed those silken lips.
“Plenty, if that kiss this eve was anything to go by.”
“Hmm, she is delicious. Are you sure, luv?”
“Oh aye, what I would give to be able to watch it.” Miranda sighed.
Cruella backed away just enough to look her in the eye. “There’s always the passage ways.”
Miranda chuckled. “Nay, if I watched I would end up joining. It was all I could do to just watch you two kiss. And I have already given my word that I wouldn’t press her for that. But you haven’t, nor should you give her a chance to rebuff you as she did me.”
“You really have thought this through.”
“All day, enough talking.” Miranda slid her hands in those black and white locks, gently pulled the taller woman to her and laid claim to those lush lips.
* * *
Andrea followed the orb down a familiar hallway to a doorway she remembered from earlier in the day. As it led her into a private dining room, she took a deep breath and started to put the papers back in order.
Thus, when she stepped into the private solar, and happened to look up, she was taken aback at the sight of Cruella attempting to twine herself around the shorter Miranda. One part of her noticed that the crimson dress and the bright blue dress complemented each other, while another part noticed how well Miranda’s silver contrasted with Cruella’s black and white hair. But her most primal part was noticing how beautiful it was to see Cruella’s lush curves pressed into Miranda’s slender ones. She started panting through her nose when she took in the wandering hands and the soft mewling sound Cruella was making, which was causing a major dampness in her pants. She wanted to groan aloud. Instead she turned it into a cough and looked away.
Andrea looked back at them when the mewling stopped to collide with two pairs of predatory eyes. She swallowed and hoped the flush she felt wasn’t visible.
“Miladies.” She bowed deeply.
“What can we do for you, Andé luv?” Came the smoky contralto. While Miranda sat back down in her chair, Cruella perched on the arm and Miranda wrapped her arm around Cruella.
“Well, Milady -“
“Call us that in front of others if you must, but ‘tis just us here, call us by our given names. Or even by our family pet names.”
“Aye, Mil-Miranda. I’m here because I found a discrepancy in -“
“The feed numbers.” Miranda held out a hand for the papers, which the brunette then handed her. She didn’t even glance at them before she set them on a small table by her chair. “Do not worry so. I have Serafin on it. I did not know you could read. Can you write as well?”
“Before you answer, have a seat.” Cruella gestured to a chair close to them. Andrea sat down, yet sat there as if she was sitting on a throne, something she had done in the Great Hall as well.
“It helps that ‘tis in common, but aye I can read and write. Though I am rather rusty. ‘Tis why it took me so long to discover the discrepancy.”
“So long? It took Eleni and I a couple of months to discover it. This is your first day as her apprentice and yet you found it. When did you learn to read and write, not to mention numbers?”
“I was told as a child that I had a head for numbers. I learned my lessons as a child.”
Cruella glanced pointedly at Miranda, who ignored it, though she leaned into Cruella as she placed an arm across her shoulders. “Just so you know Mira luv, in Surneth children are thought to be so, until the age of sixteen. Then they are young adults. Andé, other than common and Surnethian, how many other languages can you read and write?” Miranda glanced up at her in surprise and Cruella nodded and then looked back to Andrea.
Andrea tensed up. “I can read and write four others and was starting a fifth when I was enslaved. I also used to speak seven languages, now some are stronger then others. My parents did not wish to have children reliant upon interpreters.”
Again Cruella glanced pointedly at Miranda and again she ignored it.
“Is Armanian any of the languages you know?” Miranda asked softly.
“Nay, but it was to be in future lessons.” Andrea stood and bowed deeply before the women. “If you will excuse me, Mi-Miranda and Cruella, I still have much more paperwork to go over. Plus it should help me brush up on my reading and writing.”
“How much longer do you think you will be this night?” Miranda asked with a gleam in her eye.
“A couple hours at the most, Miranda.” She tilted her head as she answered.
“Good, we shall see you anon.” Miranda purred.
Andrea bowed once again before she took her leave.
* * *
Cruella peered from the darkened apothecary room, drinking in the sight of all that golden skin. She was somewhat surprised to see that Andrea was reading paperwork topless at her desk, but she did enjoy the discovery; as well as learning the fact that the younger woman’s nipples were a darker tone than her skin. It was another confirmation of her being a half-breed, not that either she or Miranda cared one bit about it. Cruella licked her lips at the thought of being able to explore that muscular, yet soft looking body. It was all she could do to stay in the room and not pounce that succulent woman.
Andrea stood up and blew out the candles on the desk. She then moved to the middle of the room shifting her hair over her right shoulder letting it cover her right breast. Going up on tiptoe she lifted her arms and did a full body stretch. She groaned at the feel of tight muscles loosening. Coming back down on her heels, she was surprised at the feel of soft lips on her spine and soft arms wrapped around her waist. Andrea gently disengaged the arms around her and turned.
She got a split second to see that it was Cruella in the shortest nightgown she had ever seen, before those lush lips claimed hers in a blazing kiss. Her rational side was buried under the onslaught of passion. Cruella’s hands came up, cupped abundant breasts and her thumbs flicked at hardened nipples. Then they slid down Andrea’s taut abdomen, down to the drawstring of her pants, untied it and pushed the pants past muscular hips until they fell to the floor. The younger woman broke the heated kiss to step out of them, only to come back and lift Cruella high up in her arms urging the shorter woman to wrap her legs around her waist, which she promptly did.
Andrea could feel the Lady’s wetness painting her stomach and let out a loud growl which caused a delicious shiver to run down Cruella’s back. Andrea reached up to bury one hand in those unique locks and tilted Cruella’s head to lay claim to that long slender neck as she made her effortless way to the bed. Cruella clasped the back of the brunette’s head, moaning in delight as Andrea first bit down on her pulse point then suckled where she bit.
As she sucked, she gently lowered the Duchess to the soft mattress of the huge bed never allowing their bodies to part even the slightest bit and Cruella kept her legs locked around Andrea’s waist. Some part of Andrea’s brain realized things could become awkward if they remained where they were so she lifted her head from that tasty neck, lifted Cruella up, kept her pressed to her and disjointedly crawled to the middle of the bed. Cruella went to let go of Andrea, who growled possessively at her.
Andrea used her body to press the shorter woman into the mattress and reclaimed those tempting lips. Cruella thrilled at the younger woman’s territorial displays. As the kiss deepened, Cruella’s hips began to undulate against Andrea, causing her to groan loudly into the kiss. When they broke the kiss to catch their breath, Andrea reared up. The older woman whimpered at the loss of contact. Cruella’s eyes widened when the taller woman reached down for her nightie and, with the greatest of ease, she rent it down the middle. She then grasped her own underwear and ripped them from her body. They both took a moment to gaze at the other.
Cruella gazed in wonder at the muscular body before her; she reached up and ran her fingertips lightly from just under the woman’s breasts down her muscular torso to heavily muscled thighs. Her eyes followed the path of her fingers. She was surprised that Andrea was well trimmed down there. She purred when she felt her lover shiver at her inspection. She glanced back up to her face; the awe was plain to see there. Cruella’s whole body warmed at the sight.
Andrea once again laid her body upon the one below her, making sure to lay her mons on Cruella’s. Both moaned at the immediate feel of complete skin on skin, Cruella arched up into the body on top of her; pressing their breasts even more together. Cruella threw her head back deeper into the mattress, letting her eyes slide closed and re-wrapping her legs around that strong waist. She hadn’t thought that the incredible feelings that ran rampant through out her entire body could have gotten anymore intense. To her utter delight she was wrong.
Andrea took advantage of the moment to kiss and nibble her way down the smaller woman’s jaw, to light-as-a-feather lick the outer rim of the delicate ear before her, soliciting both a moan and a full body shudder. Andrea began rubbing their mons together; feeling the heat build within her, especially at all points where their bodies met. Cruella began to match the rhythm Andrea set, as well as panting heavily in sync with that very rhythm, which in turn caused the half-breed to purr deeply within her chest. The older woman’s arousal reached even higher heights.
Cruella could feel her juices begin to flow out and puddle down on the blanket beneath her. She quickly slid her arms up and around her lover’s back to keep her pressed against her. Andrea soon turned her attention away from her ear to once again pay homage to her neck.
Andrea sped up her pace with Cruella matching her thrust for thrust. The Lady thought she was going to go crazy in the most beautiful of ways possible, as the fire swirling within her began to build at an almost frightening pace, driving her higher and higher, while deep within her core said heat began to curl and tighten within itself. It left her unaware of everything, but the gorgeous body rubbing against hers and causing such delicious friction between them. Andrea raised her head and Cruella caught a glimpse of those deep brown, almost black eyes, delving into the very depths of her soul. She was even unaware of the high pitched whimpers emitting from the back of her throat. Nor of the fact that she was digging her nails into the body she was holding so tightly to her own. As their pace quickened Andrea began to keen deep in her throat as her body began to glow brightly. This caused the maelstrom within Cruella to intensify and begin to coil and tighten deep within her even more. Upon feeling the body beneath her begin to tighten and tense up, Andrea again picked up the pace but also added so much more pressure that she was pressing her lover’s lower body deeper into the bed below them.
Cruella suddenly pulled Andrea to her so tightly, that the only space whatsoever between their bodies was the short distance between their eyes as Andrea laid her forehead to that of her Lady’s below her, while training all of her sensitive senses on the woman who was experiencing her first orgasm caused by someone other than her self.
Cruella felt as if there were waves of lava pouring from her center, flooding her entire body from head to toe and fingertip to fingertip, sending her into such a daze that she was only able to focus on what she was feeling and the dilated brown eyes above her. The keening wail that she made in the back of her throat while she came sent Andrea over the edge with her, causing Andrea to thrust one final time while shuddering from head to toe and there was a flash of light that lightened the room to daylight bright. And not once since their gazes locked, did they break.
They were entwined like this for several minutes before the feelings within Cruella subsided enough that she could loosen her grip on the other woman. Sure she had pleased herself in the past, and even more so since Miranda had told her of the night she spent with Andrea, not to mention when she first spied Andrea in the slave loincloth that left little to the imagination, but never once had it ever felt remotely close to the intensity she had just felt.
Andrea shifted to her side and gathered the woman into her arms and held her while softly rubbing her back.
“I’m sorry, luv. I can’t seem to keep my eyes open.” Cruella burrowed into the crook of Andrea’s neck.
“’Tis alright, my Cruella. Let us get you abed proper then you can sleep.”
Cruella tightened her arms around Andrea. “Not to my bed, I wish to remain here for the night.”
Andrea kissed her softly. “Then here you shall stay.”
TBC…