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Quiet as a whisper, Audrey skulked from grave to grave, careful to survey the entire graveyard before starting her work. The noblewoman suppressed a grimace, readjusting the pickaxe on her shoulder...unfortunately her coffers were running empty again and while she was growing accustomed to these little nocturnal expeditions, she still wasn’t fond of the more...down-to-earth part of the work. Worse, looked like there was neither a gravedigger nor any guard on night watch to keep her entertained. Her daggers wouldn’t see use tonight, then.
To think I would miss the nights spent crawling away from the watch...where is the thrill, in all this?
Well, at least I should be able to make a profit since I have time on my hands...my husband cannot be the only drunken, violent boor to be buried with his jewelry.
With a disappointed sigh, she set down her spade and pickaxe in front of the first, most pristine tombstone she could find.
“Marble...all flash and no taste, then? Sounds about right.”, Audrey whispered to herself.
The graverobber’s spade bit the soft earth, and she started her work.
The night was cool, dead leaves falling in the autumn breeze, and for once the moon was cooperative, a wide crescent providing enough light to make lanterns unnecessary, while still keeping her under cloak of darkness.
“You know, you have some nerve to go around digging up graves this time of night.”
Perhaps it was because of the sound of the spade finally meeting wood, or maybe because she’d been distracted by the low whistling of the wind, that Audrey startled in a most undignified manner, jumping around with two daggers already in hand. She stopped cold before she could throw.
Looking down upon her was a woman in armor. She was wearing a pristine breastplate, and was mounted on a pale, utterly silent horse, its mane blowing in the wind, a green glint in its eyes that definitely didn’t seem animal. The woman’s piercing eyes were alight with the same green flame. Ivory-white hair fell down to her shoulders, stark upon iron-grey skin, and Audrey could see at her side the handle of a sabre. Under the scant light of the moon, she looked ethereal like an apparition. In fact, as the graverobber’s mind came out of its transfixed state, she very much suspected that the horsewoman might be just that. Better that than to admit a horse snuck up on her.
“Not going to try and run? That is going to make this awfully boring but I suppose that’s your choice.”
The apparition drew her sabre, and just like that, the spell that held Audrey was broken. The ghastly horse was pawing at the ground, ready to charge, but the graverobber hadn’t gotten this far by being slow to react. Two daggers flashed in the moonlight, striking horse in the leg and rider in the shoulder.
Apparition or not, Audrey would be damned if she went down without a fight.
The horse reared back with a bone-chilling neigh, destabilizing its rider.
Now or never!
Seizing the moment, Audrey grasped the pickaxe and struck with all the strength she could muster just as the horse was coming back down. Bone split with a loud crack, as she drove the pick-axe right through its skull. It felt strange, tombstones were never that fragile...
The grave robber didn’t watch the horse crashing down, throwing the woman to the ground, she was already grabbing her satchel and spade, and running through the graveyard. Yet even as she fled, she couldn’t stop herself from risking a glance over her shoulder. There was no trace of the horse, nothing but a fog bank surrounding the rider who was already getting to her feet, blade in hand. Audrey could’ve sworn she saw a green light turning her way. Suddenly, the night wind felt like is was going right through her jacket and shirt, a glacial chill running on her skin.
She ran faster, jumping over a tombstone, turning around a mausoleum toward the ga...
Wha-!!?
...and stopped only a few inches short of the steel blade pointing at her throat. The creature was blocking her way, armor still covered in dust from her fall and dagger in her shoulder. She saw it pull the dagger out and throw it back at her, uncaring about the blood trickling on her armor. She smirked, showing a flash of teeth that seemed somehow too sharp.
Despite the shock, Audrey managed to not stammer too much:
“What are you? How...!!?
- I have to say, going for the pick-axe was inspired! Usually people don’t even think about forcing me to dismount. Do you know how hard it is to summon a horse this far from a fae circle?
- ...
- Yeah, I wouldn’t expect you to. That still leaves us with a problem. See, I might not have too many responsibilities but I cannot exactly let you trouble the dead. It’s the one thing I take seriously.”
The armored woman’s – the fae’s – sabre lowered a fraction and she took a step back.
“So...are you going to take the easy way out or are we doing this the hard way?”
Audrey hissed quietly, taking a look around her. The fae was standing between her and the main gate, the graverobber very much doubted she’d be able to climb the walls while being pursued.
Well, the only way is through, then.
Despite herself, Audrey smiled. If she had to go, she might as well make this interesting. She drew another dagger, with a defiant smile .
“I’m afraid I will have to go the hard way, my Lady. IF you can keep up.”
The fae mirrored her smile, and raised her guard.
“Excellent.”
The fae was fast, but Audrey was faster, and lighter on her feet. Given the difference in reach, she needed every last advantage in speed she could get . Before the fae could strike, she had to bend down to dodge two more daggers, soon lost in the night. And in an instant , Audrey was on her, lunging for her throat. S teel met steel, dagger against sabre. Her opponent pushed her back, but already the grave robber was giving ground, pirouetting back. This time, the thrown dagger found flesh , going through the fae’s arm right above her vambrace. She staggered. A udrey had never been a woman to hesitate. Not when she married, not when she poisoned her husband’s cup, not when she had to go digging through graves to save her estate. She didn’t hesitate to take advantage of th e opening either. Her gloved hand found her spade, and she struck as hard as she could. The biting edge caught the fae right at neck level before she had a chance to defend herself. Her head rolled on the ground. T riumph and relief both bloomed within Audrey’s chest, her breathing suddenly a little easier, tension leaving taut muscles...until the gauntleted fist struck her stomach.
She didn’t feel herself falling back until she hit the ground, too overwhelmed by the feeling that she was choking, trying to force air into her suddenly empty lungs. Through the dizziness she saw the armored fae calmly walk to pick up her fallen head. There was no sign of blood, just a flickering, ghostly green flame where her neck ended.
The dullahan glanced at the grave robber with a satisfied smile, before placing her head back on her neck.
“It seems I’ve picked up the scent of quite the fierce trespasser tonight...it has been a while since I’ve had a dance partner quite this lively, you’ll have to excuse me, my moves are a bit rusty.”
She brandished her sabre once more, her smile turning feral, a threatening glimmer in the green light of her eyes.
“It’s not often someone fights back instead of running.”
Audrey finally managed to get to her feet, despite her legs best attempt at staying put. She was out of breath and bruised and looking for a way out but the noblewoman would under no circumstance permit any of it to reach her expression. Instead she smiled a sweet, sharp smile.
“What...hhh...af....afraid of finding out...hhh...you aren’t that good?”
She’d been preparing herself and that gave her the fraction of an instant she needed to avoid the blade. Instead of skewering her through the chest, the dullahan’s sabre cut through her jacket, shirt, and skin. Nothing deep enough to slow her down. Audrey ignored the burst of cold pain and struck back: the fae was overextended. Her dagger pierced the fae’s shoulder for just a moment before she pushed Audrey back, wrenching the weapon out of her hand.
The graverobber didn’t have time to get back, this time. The dullahan was already on her, slashing at her leg. Audrey stumbled, pain shooting through her thigh as soon as she took a step. She bit her lip, drawing her last two blades, and realized with a hint of surprise that she was smiling. She should have been panicking – she had lost her hat and most of her weapons at some point, there’d be no running away with a wounded thigh and she her chances were looking grimmer by the second – but all she felt was the thrill of adrenaline and the haze of the duel honing her mind to a sharp edge.
S he fought with the ferocity of a trapped wildcat, parrying with one dagger and striking with the other, luring the dullahan in to offset the fae’s longer reach, inflicting several stab wounds as she went, but her own wound , as shallow as it was, took its toll. Audrey’s leg buckled under her, and an armored gauntlet caught her cheekbone. She tasted blood and felt the sting of a split lip, but she was too dazed to defend herself. The dullahan slashed one dagger away from her grasp, forcing ger back against a cenotaph . The noblewoman was about to try a vault, wounded leg or not , when she felt the cold bite of sharp metal at her throat. She felt blood trickling slowly from her wounded hand and leg, and still when she met the green, amused eyes of the fae, she couldn’t muster an ounce of fear.
The dullahan grinned, getting closer as she lifted Audrey’s chin with the edge of her blade.
“It seems our dance is at an end, my little midnight interloper...Anything to say for yourself?”
A udrey grinned back. The thrum of her heart and the blood rushing through her veins was drowning any trace of panic before it had the chance to seize her. All she could think off was that, defeat and impending death be damned, she would have the last word.
S he leaned in, and as the edge split her skin, letting a few drops of blood trickle down her neck, she kissed the dullahan with a hunger she hadn’t known she was capable of.
To her satisfaction, that shut her up and for a moment the fae’s tensed muscles relaxed a fraction. Audrey was surprised to find that the dullahan’s lips were not cold as she had expected, but cool, with a faint herbal taste.
The dullahan wasn’t stunned for long. She answered the kiss with enough force and passion that Audrey’s lips quickly became numb just as heat rose from the core of her chest, up her neck and down her thighs, taking the edge off her pain. The dullahan’s tongue flickered against hers and Audrey moaned into the kiss despite herself. It drew a blush to her cheeks and to her own surprise she was growing too excited to care. The dullahan bit down on her lower lip, hard enough to draw the coppery taste of blood, and finally let go of the bloodied Audrey. Breathless, panting, the graverobber tried to think but all she could focus on was the overwhelming sense of need, and the fact that now it wasn’t just blood running down her thighs.
Through the haze, Audrey was dimly aware of the fae looking down at her with a knowing smile, not even short of breath.
“That is a convincing argument, I will give you that. Unfortunately I am not supposed to let anyone trouble the rest of the departed without claiming a head.”
Before Audrey could even think to protest, an armored hand grabbed the back of her neck. The fae pulled her close, trailing kisses and bites along the sign of her neck. Green eyes met hers, luring her gaze like a snake, and she had to make a real effort to not let the burning arousal show on her face. The fae smirked.
“Perhaps the wording of that particular oath can be interpreted...”
With a snap of her fingers, the fae’s gauntlets turned to mist. Audrey swallowed a yelp but couldn’t stop herself from shivering when the hand that wasn’t holding her against the cold stone brushed against her collarbone, light as a feather. Smooth fingers stroke along the curve of her chest, leaving the noblewoman squirming despite herself. She didn’t even have enough presence of mind to glare, too preoccupied by her own impatience and frustration. It had been so long since she had been possessed by such a need to be touched. When the callused palm closed around her breast, nails scratching lightly at her skin, Audrey could not help herself.
She whined.
The fae chuckled, fingers digging into Audrey’s flesh, pinching her nipple between them. The graverobber bit her lip but the sting and the pressure on her throat only made her feel hotter. She couldn’t stop herself from flinching as the fae’s caresses grew rougher. When the dullahan’s hand left her breast, she was restless, her entire chest ablaze.
“That you are still trying to resist is very entertaining...I wonder what will win out, in the end...”
The fae’s hand grazed Audrey stomach, brushing against her skin. She twitched again as it passed her navel.
“...pride....?”
The hand left her neck, two fingers plunging deep into her mouth and yet Audrey couldn’t find the resolve to bite, moaning against them when the fae’s other hand found her glistening lips, pressing against them but shy of actually moving inside her.
“...or need?”
The fae thrust her fingers inside Audrey without warning. Her pussy was already so wet that there was no resistance, and the sudden friction sent a jolt through her entire body. The fae’s fingers pushing at the back of her mouth did nothing to muffle her cry, but the sensation was soon replaced by frustration. The fae’s fingers had stopped moving, staying still within her as she clenched reflexively around them. Audrey whined in protest at the lack of movement, arching her back to try and get every bit of friction she could, as the fae’s grin widened.
“Oh, you thought I was going to let you off the hook that easily? If you want me to do something, beg for it. Or you can keep your pathetic squirming, and see where that gets you.”
Audrey writhed, crying out in protest, so single-minded in her search for the pleasure she craved that she didn’t really care how she looked yet the last shred of her defiance kept her from saying it...for a while, at least. As hard as the noblewoman attempted to escape the fae’s grip, every move made it worse, the pain of her wounds only inflamming her frustration. She tried to chase the fleeting sparks of sensation on her fingers, to finally do something to quell the bonfire she felt burning within her, clenching desperately around the fae’s fingers, it just was. Not. Enough.
Despite the fae’s fingers still on her tongue, she let out a pained whisper.
“Plh..eashe...”
The dullahan gently pulled her fingers out of Audrey’s mouth at last, her smile all honey and sharpness.
“Did you say something? Articulate, darling, I’m not sure I quite heard you.”
T he graverobber’s gri t her teeth for a brief instant before she surrendered entirely.
“...Please fuck me!”
Green eyes gleamed. The fae’s expression was the picture of triumph.
“See, that wasn’t so hard! Where did all that stubborness get you when all you had to do was ask! Even I’m not cruel enough to make you ask twice.”
B efore Audrey cou ld say anything else, the dullahan pushed her back on the cenotaph, one hand on her chest to keep her down, the other all but tearing her pants off. T wo fingers slid out of her just to plunge back in down to the knuckles, thrusting vigorously in and out of her throbbing pussy. The cold stone right beneath her vest and torn shirt barely registered, every inch of her felt like it was being bathed in lightning. She only felt her legs enough to now they were quivering and was suddenly glad she wasn’t standing.
Audrey felt a third finger enter her and moaned louder than ever.
“Aaaah..hah..! Harder!”
Instead the fae slowed down for a moment, leaning close enough to take Audrey’s nipple between her teeth, not quite a bite, not quite a caress. As she did, she started pumping her fingers again, harder than ever. Audrey’s breath caught, like she was drowning in the sensation. Her vision narrowed, the white-hot hazed creeping at the edges.
When the fae put a third finger in her, the climax she’d been chasing came crashing down on Audrey. She arched against the dullahan’s grip, grasping at the stone like a lifeline. She felt herself turning from wet to drenched. She couldn’t really hear her own cries of pleasure or feel her legs giving out, lost to the world. She didn’t really know how long it took her to surface, but it couldn’t have been more than a handful of moments. The noblewoman was still trembling from head to toe, short of breath and trying to articulate something, when the fae grabbed the side of her jaw with still-wet fingers.
“Don’t pass out on me, we’ve barely begun!
- Wh...ahh..what do y...?”
In lieu of an answer the fae climbed the cenotaph, her armor turning into mist around her to reveal the lithe body underneath. She straddled Audrey’s waist, pinning one arm down when the shivering graverobber tried to lift it. The fae smiled down at the out of breath and dissheveled woman lying beneath her.
“If you thought I was going to let you off the hook easy, you were sorely mistaken. Besides, that’s a good look on you, it’d be a shame to let it go to waste.”
Even as she spoke, the dullahan let her eyes linger, drinking in the noblewoman’s dark eyes, still wide from her orgasm, the blond hair sticking to the sheen of sweat on her forehead from the exertion of the fight and of later, sweeter struggles. The fae traced the curve from Audrey’s hip to her chest, then to the side of her neck, pressing a bloody thumb on lips that were already trying to protest. She could see it in the blonde woman’s eyes, even as she left a red fingerprint on her lips...the fire in her had waned, a little, but it was still burning and the fae wanted more of it.
Besides, she had her own problem to take care of. Some of the glistening drops clinging to her thighs weren’t due to the mist she’d turn her armor into. The dullahan knew she was not supposed to take pleasure in this, but punishing those who troubled the dead was still her job, she might as well enjoy herself doing it.
She moved up, kneeling above Audrey at face level, growing more excited by the second when she drew a crimson blush on the noblewoman’s flustered face. Looking at her stuttering was just as enticing as seeing her eyes grow vacant when she came.
“What do you...?”
Not bothering with an answer, the dullahan lowered herself on Audrey’s face, muffling a cry of protest.
“Make yourself useful while I take in the view, would you?”
The fae would have been hard pressed to tell if it was the glare or the first tentative lick that made her clit throb. In a matter of moments, her breath grew short and she had to stop herself from grinding on the blonde woman’s face. She did her best to look as detached as she could, and sure enough, Audrey discarded all timidity and began to eat her out in earnest, pressing her mouth against the fae’s folds and lapping at her vigorously.
Pride worked in mysterious ways, didn’t it?
Despite herself, the fae flinched, losing her train of thoughts. Her pussy was puls at ing around Audrey’s tongue, and her juices were staining Audrey’s cheeks. The fae smirked down. Her blonde prize wouldn’t let herself be bested, it seemed.
“Hahh....aaah, y...you c-could get pretty g-good at this....you know...? Maybe...maybe...aah...I should motived you b-better...!”
R aising h ands she tried with little success to keep steady, the dullahan detached her own head, leaving only a green, ghostly flame where her neck ended, but not before stealing a glance down at Audrey who was redoubling her efforts, now that she’d sensed a weakness. The fae leaned back, and pushed her own head down against the woman’s thigh, licking slowly up, tasting the copper of the blood that was slowly trickling from her wound, biting the soft flesh just so she could feel Audrey moan against her clit. She pushed her head further up, licking her lips at the sight of the woman’s wet folds. Sure, the fae couldn’t admire Audrey squirming beneath her as much, but that view was worth it. Still, she hadn’t gone through all that effort just for the sight.
The fae kissed Audrey’s clit, stroking it with her tongue, basking in the surprised, breathless yelp she could feel more than hear. Encouraged, she pressed forward, each lick more intense than the last, teasing against the folds then between them. The taste of Audrey, sweet and slightly tangy, mingled with the metallic note still on her tongue. She pushed her head closer, right against the skin, plunging her tongue as deep as she could, lapping for more of that taste she couldn’t get enough off.
The noblewoman’s ministrations had lit a fire within her entire core, spreading through her thighs, and urging her onward. The blonde was determined, she’d give her that much. She had been clumsy to start but now she was eating the fae out with an eagerness that might not be entirely unrelated to the way the dullahan was using her own tongue. She had to have been doing a good job, too, she could feel Audrey tremble beneath her, the vibration of each and every single one of her moans and whines against her own pussy. She didn’t bother trying to downplay her own arousal either, she knew her entire body was quivering, and she was almost panting.
Never one to go down easy, are you?
The noble’s breath was increasingly ragged and erratic but the fae was losing any semblance of coherence. She cared not for the juices dripping down her face and tongue nor how badly her hands were shaking, all of her thoughts were for the waves of pleasure building up inside her and the hope she could drag Audrey over the edge with her.
The thought had barely formed when the dam broke, the overwhelming sensation carrying it away along with everything else. Her legs flinched, and through the haze she knew she was pressing the blonde’s face closer to her pussy, in an unerring attempt to get more. She hadn’t stopped licking, however, growing more frantic and insistent even as the pleasure washed over her and it didn’t take long before she felt Audrey scream into her, the vibration tingling all over, while the blonde clenched wildly around her tongue.
It took a handful of moments for the fae to recover, and move off Audrey. She was still buzzed, but clear-minded, the feral need having drowned in her orgasm for now. Audrey was still catching her breath, however, twitching, looking at the dullahan with a half vacant stare. They were both still covered in a sheen of sweat and juices, and before the fae could brush the blonde locks out of the noblewoman’s face, the heat between her thighs was back, more intense than ever.
When Audrey came back to herself, still short of breath, it took her a moment to gather her thoughts. Despite the cold she was still basking in the warmth of the afterglow. If that was all she had to go through to get away...it hadn’t even been an unpleasant experience. Rougher than she’d had before, but if she was honest with herself, not distastefully so. When her eyes fell on the dullahan, however, she couldn’t keep from gasping audibly at the sight of the rapidly growing cock where there fae’s clit was a moment earlier. She also had to make an effort to draw her gaze away from the leaking tip to met the fae’s eyes, with what she knew was uncertainty in her own. By now, she should have been used to that hungry grin.
“I mean, it was a great warming up, but we still have a lot to go through, you know? Unless you are having second thoughts?”
S he swallowed, trying not to think about why her mouth was watering already.
When the sky started to turn from black to the darkest of blues, the fae looked down upon the exhausted graverobber, who had strained herself so much that night she was barely conscious. The fae summoned her armor with a snap of her fingers, and leaning in for a last kiss, whispering in her ear.
“I hope you’ve learned your lesson: don’t let me catch you in a graveyard again...”
The dullahan turned around, starting to fade in the dim light, stopping for only a moment.
“Or perhaps do, on second thought...!”