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« ...Which is why I declare the culprit to be the sister, with the complicity of her lover the chambermaid! »
The Dullahan grit her teeth, clenching a gauntlet-clad fist until metal groaned, but she couldn’t deny her rival had figured it out. Not with the words of their pact binding her still. Suddenly the plush seat felt like hard wood under her, and the evening shades of blue, purple and red of the drawing room felt oppressive, as if sensing the victory of the hostess.
And worse than the bitter taste of defeat was the Dullahan’s inability to mask it. The Leanan sídhe seated on the other side of the table didn’t miss her chance to gloat.
Dear me, I believe that’s a correct guess, isn’t it? Well, not quite, more of a correct deduction. Really, what were you expecting, you, a vulgar horserider, trying to challenge me, inspiration incarnate, on my own field? I will admit, when you made our next challenge unraveling the plot of one of your works before reaching the midway point of the story, I didn’t expect you to make it a murder mystery.... »
The lithe, elegant fae brushed aside a lock of night black hair, searching the eyes of her armored opponent, not bothering to hide her cruel smile.
« I do respect the attempt to drag me in the realm of cold logic, but even on a more even ground, I’m afraid you don’t quite make the cut my headless friend... »
The Dullahan rolled her eyes, unable to bite back her retort.
« Alright that’s enough, you cold-hearted snake! You win! But count my words: you are not getting out of our next bet unscathed.
- Oh, am I not...?
- I will make you swallow each and every. Single. One. Of these wor....!! »
Before she could spit the last word, the Dullahan’s tongue stilled in her mouth, for a moment. She shot a venomous green glare at her rival who had stepped around a table to loom over her. Even in her armor, she suddenly seemed somewhat frail, under the piercing gray eyes of the other fae. The Leanan sídhe’s smile widened, her otherwise flawless face a picture of triumph, excitation and cruelty both.
« None of that, now! You aren’t trying to renege on our bet, are you...? I do believe I was owed your tongue, wasn’t I...?
- Keeping me silent won’t stop me from crushing you next time! » retorted the Dullahan with a bitter sneer, trying to steer the discussion away before...
The Leanan sídhe chuckled, leaning closer.
« Oh, your sense of humor has not dimmed, I see...
Not your speech or silence, my dear devious Dullahan. Your tongue. »
The Dullahan moved back, rising from her seat. She might have lost the duel of wits, but there she had speed for her. Or she would have, if her body hadn’t stopped moving. She felt her own hands grabbing her head and removing it from her neck, briefly engulfing her in blue-green flames. Her body delicately handed her over to the Leanan sídhe, bowing slightly while she spite a curse at it.
« Betraying me!!? AGAIN!!!? »
The body crossed its arms, unfazed, and she could feel more than hear it retort that a pact was a pact, and a bet was a bet. She tried, but it wouldn’t be controlled when she wasn’t attached to it. She still felt the muted sensations of her whole body, but she no longer had dominion over it.
« Easy for you to...! »
Once more, her tongue stilled, and she found herself raised to the height of her rival, who leaned closer, whispering in her ear.
« You have other things to worry about...I do believe I was owed something. »
The Leanan sídhe kissed her, like wolf would kiss deer, lips so warm against her own she felt herself burning up, almost dazed by the intensity. The Dullahan couldn’t resist, her tongue meeting her lover’s, lured into a familiar dance, and with the heat of the kiss came the fire of anger. She was angry at her rival, for her uncanny talent at outthinking her, for her skill and presence that even now was threatening to overcome her; she was angry at her body for betraying her and watching aside, for the muted mix of arousal and amusement she felt from it, and most of all she was angry at herself for losing, and for how much she loved that kiss.
The taller fae tipped her head forward, like she was drinking her arousal from a cup, and the Dullahan couldn’t help a moan. Her hated lover’s smile into the kiss was the last straw. In a flash of defiant pride, teeth found the sidhe’s tongue. The kiss was broken forcefully, and the Dullahan managed a rebellious smile when she saw the Leanan sídhe wiped too-bright red blood from her mouth. Her rival wasn’t cowed in the least, if anything, the Dullahan could see in her bloody, feral smile that she’d only stoked the sidhe’s desire.
« And here I was almost disppointed that you had decided to behave...You know I prefer you when you resist me, my dear... »
The light grew harsh, throwing the sidhe’s face in stark shadows, her presence suffocating as the room darkened. White eyes piercing through the Dullahan’s, and she felt suddenly sharp nails dig into her cheek, breaking gray skin. She felt blood running down, dripping where her neck should be, and she felt her body shiver.
« Just remember who is in charge, here ! »
Before she could blink, the light and the Leanan sídhe had turn soft again, the smile on her lips eager more than feral. With a wave of her hand, her garments in tones of blue turned to mist, shrouding her alabaster skin. The Dullahan couldn’t see much from that angle, yet her throat tightened in anticipation. As the sidhe’s lowered her, she teased.
« Admiring the view ? I am not blaming you...you’ve never been able to resist me for long. However... »
The sidhe’s hands brought her closer, close enough the Dullahan’s head could feel the warmth of her skin, low enough she found herself staring at the swollen clit and glistening lips and thighs of her rival.
« See what a mess you’ve made already ? I’m sure you can do better, with motivation. »
She was barely heard the rest of her lover’s words, suddenly much more keenly aware of how much her own body was fidgeting, barely able to avoid rubbing its thighs together, armor or not. A hand grasping her white hair brought her back to herself.
« If you do a good job, I might even give your tongue back to you. For now... »
The Dullahan found herself pressed against her rival’s pussy, drinking in her slightly spicy scent, and suddenly pride didn’t matter anymore. Uncaring about breathing, she pressed a hungry kiss on the sidhe’s clitoris, tongue flickering against it, and started licking every single drop of juice she could with unquenchable thirst. She could feel the fae’s thighs quivering against her skin, the tingle of the wound on her cheek, yet the sidhe’s ragged breath and her low growls went unheard. Nothing existed beyond the taste of her lover on her tongue, her own savage desire, and the roaring arousal of her body. Dimmed as it was by their separation, she could feel herself getting lost in a haze of desire, the phantom sensation of wetness running down thighs she didn’t have…
She lightly brushed the Leanan sidhe’s clit with her teeth, rewarded by a shiver coursing through the tall fae, and shot of pain as the grip on her hair tightened, shoving her closer. She reached as deep as she could, tongue probing every crevice, tasting every trembling each. The sidhe was drenched by now, forcing the Dullahan to swallow, juices dripping through where her throat ended.
The sidhe came hard, clenching wildly around the Dullahan’s tongue, keeping her head pressed against her lips, her legs shaking enough that she had to steady herself. The body followed shortly after, falling on one knee as arousal and pleasure became too much to bear….and the Dullahan bit back an angry growl, the sensation too intense to ignore yet too faint to bring her to orgasm too.
Aah….ahh...I...I will find a way to make ….make you regret fucking backstabbing me….just you wait !
The Leanan sídhe leaned against the table, and brought the panting head, still wet from her efforts, up to eye level, softly kissing her on the forehead.
« See...ahh...that wasn’t...so hard, was it ? To find a good use for that barbed tongue… ? »
She put the Dullahan’s head down on the table, stretching gracefully, before waving to the body that was unsteadily standing back up.
« Thank you for that challenge, it was as interesting as claiming my prize was fun...you may go, now. I’ll see you when the moon turns. I believe the terms of engagement are mine to craft now...I’ll try not to disappoint you. »
The body noded, and reached for its head, but the sidhe’s stopped it midway.
« What do you think you are doing, dear… ? I believe that your tongue is mine for a while yet...until you get the chance to win it back from me. »
A ray of moonlight shone on her unearthly grin.
« Trust me, I’ll take good care of it. »