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It hadn’t been unpleasurable to travel with Pyralis. Though Lucatiel often found herself growing concerned over her mental state, the red haired knight remained as aware and responsive as when they first met. If anything, she grew more responsive with each great enemy felled.
It was, if nothing else, getting easier for her to read the redhead.
It had been her own recommendation to venture down to the Gutter together. The talking cat seemed to think one of their targets would be down in that direction, which meant a few things. One was that they’d have to deal with the shifty laddersmith. Two was that Lucatiel would have to confront her fear of heights. Three was that she’d be alone with only the practically mute woman for an extended period of time.
She had learned a remarkable amount of sign language, and had even found use for those strange wooden carvings that seemed to never truly break. It was cute in its own way, she would be the first to admit. It added a certain charm to the small, slight smiles she would give when Lucatiel caught her meaning almost immediately.
Lucatiel had been inclined to like her since their first meeting in the wharf, and they had not been too far apart since. It had led to some rather… close calls with her bodily needs, however.
Perhaps it was simply due to her recently being knighted (a Blue Sentinel, no less), or perhaps she truly was as loyal as a hound, but she always insisted on traveling up or down ladders first. Down was just fine for Lucatiel, but going up behind her?
Oh, Hanleth above did she have to resist staring, much less resist attempting to copulate with the knight at the top or at the next bonfire. The gods gave different gifts to different people, and it seemed to her that they blessed Pyralis with a body that any with eyes would find irresistible. Or, perhaps it was merely familiarity with her that made her notice such things.
Nehma knew Lucatiel didn’t indulge quite like her brother and fellow knights did, back in Mirrah… at least, to her own recollection. A failing metric, with the Curse nipping at her heels as it was.
For her part, her fellow undead seemed unaware of her lustful gaze. Either through the mask covering the track of her vision, or through simple ignorance. Even when the urge grew too much and she had to march off somewhere to, ah… relieve her loins, Pyralis didn’t imply she thought anything was odd.
Well, as it turned out, the ladder-rich environment of the Gutter would prove the final straw. Worse were the times Lucatiel had to catch Pyralis at the bottom of the pit, her hand grasping firmly at her plump ass. It had been a group decision for her to go down first; Pyralis tossed down a few rainbow stones and a torch to light up the area, but only one of them could give an all clear at that distance.
Her cock would not be satisfied with just her gloved hand this time, she knew. Yet if her instincts were correct, it would not be much further would be the next ineffable soul they had been tasked with collecting. Lucatiel fully intended carrying her to the next bonfire, but Pyralis wiggled out of her grasp.
<Should be close.> She signed, but Lucatiel saw it in the small gaps between her helmet. The tell-tale signs of a blush. That more than anything seized the Mirrah Knight’s heart. She would have Pyralis soon, or she would be driven mad by this lust.
How would her brother tease her, if he saw how distracted she was by something as simple as the sashay of another knight in front of her? She shook her head and groused under her breath. This curse had loosened more than just her tongue, yet she struggled to view this desire as an altogether bad thing.
Especially if she could relieve herself of it soon with some carnal flesh.
The gods truly were merciful, because not far from that drop was a secluded bonfire. It was an obnoxiously bright green down here, at what Lucatiel nearly thought was the center of the earth. There were more of those poison spitting statues on the road ahead, and pools of what appeared to be tar in the middle of it, but… well.
It was clear nothing around here would actively search for them, at least for now. Which meant the knight would have time to make her moves… whatever ones she knew, anyway.
Pyralis attuned to the bonfire first, then her.
“We should rest here for a moment.” Lucatiel spoke. There was an uneasy edge to her voice, which she only hoped the other knight would view as anxiety about the upcoming fight. “Allow ourselves to clear our heads before the challenge ahead of us.”
She tilted her head and a slight scowl fell on her face, as if she was listening to something. She often did, though Lucatiel never heard anything. In the end, she nodded her ascent, and began to remove her armor. It appeared as though she intended to rest here for some time. Just as well, of course; they both used more than a bit of their estus to reach this point.
The bonfire would need time to replenish them. In a show of good faith, she placed her flask next to it. Once she removed her helmet, revealing her still blushing face, her fellow Undead did the same.
Gods above, what Lucatiel wouldn’t have done to impress the sight upon her very soul. For all the stoicism that her fellow displayed and the ferociousness of her two sword fighting style, she was still so… so…
“Cute.”
Pyralis straightened at once. Lucatiel realized too late that the word had slipped right out of her mouth. Of course, her surprised expression (slightly wider eyes, mouth just barely agape) was cute as well. She coughed and began to work on removing her own breastplate as her fellow turned and worked on removing her own equipment. More than once, her attention was stolen by the other knight’s assets.
She had well known the shape of her ass, but the shape of her breasts had been something of a mystery. Wherever she had procured the armor she now wore, it was remarkably suited to her body. So when she saw the tabard and slender breastplate beneath reveal tits of size (if not bigger) than the Herald’s, well…
Her cock ached between her legs. She bit her lip beneath her mask and made to remove the last pieces of her armor.
“Are you alright?” Lucatiel looked back over at her fellow as she got her right pauldron off her shoulder. The knight had pulled out and used one of the carvings she had either bought from the merchant in the Iron Keep or made herself. It had been rather adorable to watch her work on them during their reprieves in Majula.
“A-ah, well…” Lucatiel sighed. “I am no closer to Hollowing, if that is your concern.” She opened with. At that, her traveling companion did relax a good deal. “There is a… small matter, I would like you to assist me with.” She spoke as casually as she could manage. After a beat, and with a bit of haste to make sure she was not engaging in coercion, “If it pleases you.”
Pyralis tilted her head the opposite way to when it looked like she was listening. She could almost imagine lupine ears flop with the movement. She did nod, and slowly stuttered out that she would do ‘anything’.
Which, of course, had led to the current situation.
Lucatiel’s cock thrusting into and out of the redhead’s mouth, her mismatched eyes looking up at her with approval. It was… oh-so-very delightful.
It surprised her how easily she slipped into the role. Subservient and willing to tend to her needs. She seemed to be unfamiliar with the actual action of sucking a cock, but she knew that it would be best to sit while she stood. A calloused hand held gently to her right thigh, while the opposite arm brushed against her bucking hips as it braced her against the cave wall.
By the Flame itself, the noises that she made as her cock plunged deep into her throat! When they first began, as unsure as blushing adolescents hiding away for a quickie, she had gagged so wonderfully upon her length. Yet now she had found a rhythm and Lucatiel could not tell if she liked that more.
“Yes… oh, Pyralis…” Lucatiel mumbled as she tilted her head skyward. Her dominant hand rested on her head, clutching at her hair that flickered countless shades of red in the firelight. Part of her recalled that red hair was excessively rare, associated with the nobility of Lindelt and ‘the Old Court’, whatever that was. Something about the thought of painting it white with her seed made her cock throb all the harder.
Pyralis was in no way a noble, she knew that much. She was probably just a common soldier at the very most, if not a levied peasant. Yet for a moment, there was a certain fire that was lit when she imagined her wrapped around her body, aching from her cock, confessing that lowborn knightly cock was better than any stuffy noble’s or priest’s.
Her fellow began to experiment with her tongue. It was amateur work — all told, she probably could not have done any better herself, inexperienced as she herself was — but the attempt and whine in her throat drove Lucatiel over the edge all the same.
There was a part of her that knew they should be quieter. This was foreign territory, neither of them knew the lay of the land nor even the strength of the enemy they had come to slay. In that moment, she shoved it aside because Pyralis’ eyes rolled in the back of her head when she shoved her cock forward just a little too hard.
“Aa-aah…! Pyralis, ooh, Pyralis I’m… You’re so… fuck!” She mumbled as she began to buck faster and faster. She felt as though most of her cock was being wrapped around the walls of her throat each time her balls slapped against her chin. She was so grateful that she forced herself to remain looking at her face as she continued to thrust away.
“Ff-f…fuck Pyra, I’m… I’m gonna…”
Pyralis released a proper gag on her cock on the last thrust she managed before her seed exploded out of her cock and down her lover’s throat. She clenched her head, balled her hair in a fist and forced her to stay in one place as her rope shot down her quivering and choking throat. Lucatiel shuddered, took a deep breath, and then realized just what she was doing.
“A-aa-ah!” She released her immediately, pulled her cock out as quickly as she could, and moved to give her more room to breathe. Lucatiel raised a hand to her still masked face and took a few steadying breaths. Pyralis, for her part, began to cough up the white stuff in viscid globs.
“I-I… I am so…” She cursed herself. What was the correct thing to say here?! She didn’t want to say ‘sorry’ because then that made it sound like a mistake. It wasn’t, she had agreed to it and hadn’t made any signs she needed to stop, but she also wanted to say sorry because she’s clearly went too far…
But then she looked back to the person she just came in the mouth of. The coughing fit slowed down, and she wiped the bottom of her chin off on the back of her hand. She didn’t looked too distressed, thank the Flame. She looked… awake? Lucatiel was unsure what to name the emotion. She licked her lips and threw her hair back out of her face.
There was still a great deal of her seed around her lips. A good portion had leaked when she spurt the first time and formed a runny rope on the right side of her face, well below her vibrant blue eye.
Her heart skipped a beat. She looked well and truly too beautiful like that.
“A-a…” She swallowed. “Are you alright, Pyralis?”
She nodded. “a... A bb…. It…" She shook her hand as it was flat in the air. Lucatiel released a tense breath. She did not resent her, then. Then she made a motion to remove her mask. Lucatiel frowned. She did not enjoy removing it, now that the curse had begun to change her face from human to a decaying Hollow.
Then she did something she hadn’t expected. The redhead lifted a second hand, pointed the one that had already been up toward her core. The second hand formed a v shape with her index and middle, and she raised it to just before her face and made to lick whatever it represented.
It took her a moment or two to understand her meaning. When she did, the Mirrahian found she didn’t have much of a care for what the Curse had and had not taken from her.
It delivered to her someone more beloved than any god ever was.
Lucatiel needed to be guided to the best position for what came next. In this, the redhead seemed to be intimately familiar. When asked how she knew any of this — she seemed to be a full amnesiac in every other situation — Pyralis tapped her somewhat exposed breast with her index finger. ‘Instinct’, she seemed to be saying.
She didn’t need another explanation.
They set out one of their bedrolls to soften the harsh cave floor. She was lightly pushed to the ground. Pyralis removed her trousers, and she got to see the delightful pink cunt that she had been lusting for all this time. She could tell, even from her sitting position, just how wet it became from sucking upon her cock alone.
She kicked herself for still being soft. How was she meant to pleasure a woman like her without it? Surely a cock in her would feel better than… however one used a hand or tongue to hasten one to an orgasm. She actually wasn’t entirely sure herself; so few and fleeting were her encounters with other women that she simply didn’t have the experience.
Pyralis straddled her neck.
“O-o-… oh…”
Her heart was light as a butterfly in her chest. The girth and strength of her fellow’s thighs were only more erotic around her, this close. The heft of her ass upon her breasts made up for the fact she more than likely could not slap it at the moment as she had longed to. If that didn’t, the ability to look up and see her tits and soft, loving gaze definitely did. She would’ve loved to see her tits free of that linen shirt, but this was enough for the moment.
To say nothing, of course, of the scent of her pussy.
Lucatiel had always though the conversation around a woman’s scent was odd. Indeed, she never indulged in a ‘whiff’ as Aslatiel had so elegantly put it in her prior encounters. Yet here, now, trapped between a woman’s legs with thighs that felt thicker than her sword?
Despite being slick with sweat and perhaps other fluids and being an unshaven blaze of deep red hair, she thought this might be what heaven smelt and looked like.
Even if she wasn’t sure of why or how, her body suddenly knew what movements to make. Her mouth opened and she released a shuddering, warm breath directly upon the other woman’s clit. The other woman gave a shudder, so she figured that had to be right. A soft sound directed her attention back up towards her face. She brought her hand to her face again and brought out her tongue to its widest between the v. Lucatiel nodded, eyebrows knotted only a little.
She just had to give head better than her fellow knight had done. That’s all this was. A competition to see who could pleasure the other more. She knew plenty of knights who partook in such competitions.
Pyralis then shifted, bringing the divine smelling cunt closer to her face. Part of her was glad her hair was in its usual braid; it was out of the way and hopefully safe from any mess.
Once the redhead could charitably be said to be sitting upon her, she lowered it back down and within reach of her mouth.
It tasted rather… metallic. Not the same as blood of course, but within the same texture group. It wasn’t entirely unpleasant. She took a few licks of it, experimenting more than anything. Her partner gave a questioning noise. Probably asking if she was okay to carry on. Lucatiel nodded in time with an upward lick, and within moments the other woman began to move her hips.
It was… exhilarating. Her pussy only got wetter and wetter from inside. The outflow became smeared upon her face, drying in a way she would have hated under other circumstances. Pyralis’ stammer was as disruptive to her moans as it was to her speech, but there was enough to tell her she was doing a good job. Heavy breaths, a face twitching with pleasure, the way she placed one hand upon her head, and the way her own hips moved quicker upon her.
At some point, she gained enough articulation in her right hand to give her ass a nice, firm slap. The sound it gave off was… perhaps louder than they should have risked. She might have to put up a Vow of Silence upon the way in.
She didn’t care to right now. The shudder that went through Pyralis’ body, the way even her hips felt her hands reverberations, and the adorable inhalation that she gave as she bit her lip and her eyes rolled back? That was what she cared about. She began to use her free hand to fondle her soft ass.
What a knockout ass it was, and she couldn’t even fully see it! It was much too big to fit in her hand, and it seemed that simply moving what she could fit in her hand caused her partner to shudder and shake and hasten her pace. Her cock began to slowly twitch back to proper attention. No doubt she would get to sheath it in her opening soon enough.
It’d be lubricated more than enough, or so she figured.
She wasn’t entirely sure how to tell that Pyralis was close to finishing herself. All she knew was that out of the blue, she began to pant heavier and move quicker, more erratically. Her amber-colored eye was alight with pleasure as she looked down at her, and she felt her hair get balled up in her fist.
It wasn’t a bad sensation. She simply wished she had more control of the flow here.
The redhead released a broken up, shuddering moan that she had the mind to quiet with her free hand. She even bit down on it as her eyes rolled into the back of her head. She had just enough time to feel her cunt convulse against her tongue before she moved away, granting her the opportunity to to see it twitch in the throws of pleasure. She moved her leg to free her, rather clumsily falling on her butt on the bedroll. She gave off a few shaking breaths, as Lucatiel righted herself.
She wiped her fluids that had settled around her mouth. She’d more than likely be tasting that for a good while, unless she managed to wash her mouth out with something better. She could always die, of course, but Pyralis had made it clear she did not enjoy using that as a way to get rid of inconveniences.
It was just as well. She wanted to stay with her partner either way.
“Was it good?” She asked. Pyralis took a final deep breath, and opened her eyes. They were alight in a way she hadn’t seen before, and her smile was just a bit deeper. It caused her to rather childishly blush. She really was too beautiful, wasn’t she?
She nodded. <Quick learner, you.> She signed. Lucatiel felt her pride swell at that. She had always been told such, of course. Her grandfather, who taught her and her brother everything about the sword, told her that when she managed to knock her brother down within the first lesson.
“Well… I never allow myself to be out done.” She gave an unsure smile. It was… odd, to not wear her mask in front of another. To be this vulnerable, too, was a very odd and new experience. She was glad to have shared it with her fellow Undead knight, of course. Pyralis made her happier than most anyone else had in her life, and not just from her body.
“C…c… cu… cute.” She managed to get out, smiling with a great deal of uncertainty herself. She looked back over to her comrade with loose, blatant surprise. She nodded, red hair loose in its ponytail. Her skin seemed so much more alive than any humans had, here in the firelight of a smoldering bonfire at the very center of the world.
Had anyone called her cute before? Her family, most certainly. All children were ‘cute’ in their own ways. Yet once she became a knight of Mirrah, a savant of the battlefield second to her brother…
Oh! The memory came unbidden to her, yet so clearly could she recall it. Some of the camp followers of her company repeatedly said that her rigid professionalism was ‘cute’. What would any of them think to see her now?
She was brought out of her recollections by the dance the bonfire’s shadows cast upon her fellow’s tanned and scarred hide. She looked down at her own skin, the way her shirt was close to revealing her breasts beneath. She was hardened, calloused, and scarred. She bore the mark of a curse she wasn’t sure could be broken.
“Do you think so…?” She murmured. There was silence for a few moments as she thought on it more. She had never thought of herself as particularly comely. Her knighthood swung to its own beat, she had heard some Lanafir merchant or other say once. She did not have the same measure of assets as even the other beautiful, wonderful woman in here with her, and she had been a soldier perhaps the same amount of time as her.
Pyralis kissed her cheek. The left one, directly upon the scarring. “Be… b… b… eu…” She took a moment, took another breath (soft and more than little pungent with the scent of her cock), and tried slowly. “Bee…au…ti…fff…ful.”
Lucatiel found herself taken at that. Before her fellow could slip away, she drew her into her lap. Her sword rubbed tantalizingly close to her exposed cunt. Without a moment’s hesitation, she brought the other woman’s face close and began to kiss her upon her lips.
Rough, inelegant, and more than a little desperate. Her partner melted into it immediately, her breathing becoming heavy and hot.
They could have another round or four. The great soul had been squatting here for Flame knew how long. It could wait a little longer for the two of them to fuck their worries away.