A Dream of Empire Ch. 021

Tanya absentmindedly lifted her knees as Alanna slowly stroked her clit, and her eyes fluttered shut.

"Yes, Alanna," she moaned. "You would finally succumb to enjoying romances, and giving your everything to the ones you trust!"

"How naughty, Tatiana," Alanna softly giggled. She blew in her ear, then licked her lobe before whispering, "well, if we were merged, I'd start you off slow. I'd start by forcing you to overhear every lewd thought thrown your way... and there are so many."

"Are... are there?" Tanya whimpered, bucking her hips against Alanna's fingers.

"Mhm. At first, it would overwhelm you," Alanna softly teased in her ear, as she thrust two fingers into Tanya's drenched womanhood. "But you'd soon appreciate them, and eventually you'd even seek them out... just as I do."

"What kind of thoughts?" Tanya cried out as Alanna quickened her pace. She finger-fucked her gorgeous lover and pressed her palm against her clit, which was the best she could do in this position. "What do men think of me?!"

Alanna already had her answers lined up; there were many to choose from after all, and each and every one were true. She rolled on top of Tanya, straddling one of her legs and kissing her on the chin as she continued to pleasure her button; Alanna's own pleasure could wait.

"Many men decide to walk behind you, so they can ogle your ass and your legs as you move," she sultrily said.

"Really?" Tanya gasped.

"Mm... and others think your pretty, pouty lips would be perfect for sucking cock."

"Ah..." Tanya moaned, her lips forming that cute, little 'o'. Alanna gave her another peck. "Don't stop, don't stop..."

"And when you wear your hair in those adorable twin-tails, guys think they would be perfect to pull on as they take you from behind."

"Mmh..."

Alanna quickened her ministrations, feeling Tanya's closeness through her shallow breaths, her arched knees, and her thoughts as well.

"Some think you a courtesan when you're leaving the castle, as if you'd just ridden and fucked all manner of noble cock for coin."

"Nuh... more..." Tanya almost-inaudibly pleaded.

"And one man in particular loves your hips, thinking them perfect for child-bearing. He wants to fuck you so hard, and shoot his come inside you again and again until you grow fat with his children."

"Fuck!" Tanya screamed as her body jolted from the mattress. "No! Stop, stop, stop, this is wrong! I... I can't believe I just... came to that..."

"The last one was Talos'," Alanna enlightened with a giggle, removing her hand from Tanya's panties.

"Oh! ... oh..." she sighed.

And, just like that, Tanya's smile transformed to a pout once her high had waned away.

Alanna silently chided herself for reminding Tanya of her supposed infertility, and instantly sought to remedy the situation. She couldn't apologize; that would make things worse. Alanna instead made an effort to worship Tanya's body, planting her lips on and swirling her tongue over each of her cute breasts, kissing her down her toned midriff, down the sides of her waist - even if it tickled her a little - and finally down her waspish hips, appreciating every little flinch and moan that she made. She then decided to remove Tanya's panties with her teeth, sultrily pulling them down her legs. When she was left bare, Alanna parted her thighs and settled in between them, lifting her cheeks just an inch from the mattress before leaning in towards her flooded womanhood.

"Hold... hold on, Alanna," Tanya gasped through shallow breaths. "I wanna eat you, too."

Alanna smiled. "Are you sure? I'm already here and stuff."

I'm sure.

Alanna couldn't help but shiver. She'd taught Tanya the basics of telepathic communication a couple of weeks ago, yet she rarely used it because it required Alanna to scrape the messages from her mind. In other words, it required Alanna to be paying full attention to her... just like she was now.

"Okay!" the enchantress couldn't help but giggle. She bounced up onto her knees, shoved her panties off, and whirled about to present her delicately-shaved pussy to her lover. Tanya's hands were all over her in an instant, pulling her ever closer to her face. Alanna carefully trode backwards on her knees, then straddled Tanya's face to plant her gushing cunt on her mouth.

She moaned when Tanya's lips first brushed against her pearl, and whimpered when her tongue slipped between her folds. Alanna had almost forgotten of her own part in the play, as she ground her pussy against Tanya's face. She placed her hands on Tanya's thighs, parting them, then dove between them towards her glistening womanhood.

What followed was, to Alanna, simply magical. She planted her lips on Tanya's clit and hummed, causing Tanya to do the same in turn. Tanya squeezed her thighs around Alanna's face, and Alanna copied her in kind.

And they took their time exploring one another. Climaxes came frequently and unabashedly. In a way, it was what made loving a woman so great. There was no rush to rail Tanya against the wall. No instinct to fertilize her. That arousing, passionate, yet fleeting touch before making love to a man was everything when it came to loving a woman, and there was never a reason to stop. Orgasms only drove them on. No action was shameful. And a woman's satisfaction wasn't just a by-product of her man's here. In fact, Alanna's only mission was to please Tanya, and hers was the same in kind. Who wouldn't love that?

Alanna praised the goddess Fiona, the Lady of Lust, as she munched on Tanya's pussy and received similar sensations in kind. She honored Pelagius the Lover for guiding her here. Her mind wasn't capable of much coherence after that, however, and she soon lost herself in that endless bout of lust.

Alanna eventually collapsed atop her lover, their smooth bodies remaining flush for the better part of an hour. Their muffled cries of ecstasy were their only distractions then, and only after fifteen orgasms or fifty did mouths part from pussies.

Alanna struggled to roll off of her lover, and only after a helpful push from her did she succeed. She landed on her back, her arm draped against her forehead as she panted for air. Gods, she could do that all over again - for longer, even.

"Omigosh... Alanna... I'm... going to go get some wine, methinks. Do you want anything?" Tanya asked her through shallow breaths.

"Just you," Alanna exhaled. Tanya leaned over and gave her a deep, wet kiss, their tongues jousting for just a moment or two before she pulled away.

"I'll be quick! Love you!" Tanya exclaimed as she skipped off, naked, towards the opposite end of the house. Alanna seized the idle moment, sliding a hand towards her womanhood and rubbing herself to another climax just before Tanya returned with an open bottle of wine.

Tanya grinned at her, gave her a cute little dance, then took a large swig straight from the bottle. She then offered it to Alanna, who promptly sat up on the bed and took a sip before handing it back. Tanya joined her on the edge of the mattress, smiling and giggling as she adored Alanna's cuteness. Alanna couldn't help but attack her with love, rubbing her shoulders and kissing the back of her neck.

"Give me a moment, at least," Tanya laughed, pushing back against Alanna's lips. Alanna slid a hand around Tanya's waist and towards her mound, parting her legs just an inch.

"No," the enchantress whispered, pushing her massive tits against Tanya's back as she massaged her clit. Tanya took one last long drink of wine before setting it on the nightstand, and spun about to meet Alanna's soft lips with hers.

And so they continued for hours. It was an afternoon well-spent.

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The girls ensured that their implacable bout of love-making had ceased well before suppertime. They threw on a pair of older, well-worn dresses of theirs - attire which Tanya had so cutely described as 'home wear' - and set to cooking supper.

Alanna's sister Maria was in town for the week to enjoy the holidays, and was well-pleased to be away from the bitter chill of the north. Alanna had already planned many an excursion with her to lift her spirits and keep her well-occupied; she had recently lost her husband to a sudden onset of pneumonia, and had since been staying with Alanna's parents in Evora. This should have made her an unpleasant table-mate when she arrived at Alanna's home for supper, but caring for the little Talos for the eve clearly brightened her spirits. Maria was born from the same stock as her, Alanna supposed. She could bounce back, and she was still pretty enough to find love again, even in her mid-twenties.

Talos came home much later, about an hour before midnight. Alanna had already put the little Talos to bed, Tanya was a quarter-way through a thick tome titled The Dreamwards - penned by the half-man Mattias they'd met in Sarum - and the enchantress herself was busy preparing her attire for the Midwinter ball at the castle.

She'd picked the short, purple dress in the end. It glittered ever-so-brightly in the light thanks to Tanya's magics, and it's flared skirt only fell to her mid-thigh, which would be a most-improper look had tomorrow been any other night but the Solstice. She'd cover most of her naked legs with a pair of long black socks that would rest just above her knees.

Alanna knew she would look so adorable in it. She only had to decide on a pair of heels now, which was a far more complicated decision than it sounded like. She wanted them to be tall - as she appreciated what those did to her stride as she strutted about - but realistically she needed a pair that were short enough to dance in. Decisions, decisions.

"Hey, honeys," Talos said as he quietly shut the door. Tanya snapped her book shut and lept from her chair at the sound of his voice, and Alanna, too, stopped what she was doing to greet her man. They both piled on top of him, showering him with tight squeezes and kisses.

"How'd it go?" Alanna warmly asked him. He rolled his head noncommittally as the girls finally released him.

"It was... fine. Got plenty of attention from the fairer sex, as you so-correctly anticipated... but, uh... you know, I think Solomon might be a gay."

Alanna's eyes widened with surprise. She didn't know that. She would have caught that, surely. Oh gods; if she knew that, she would have never pressured him to find a date!

"W-why do you think that, my love?" she hastily asked. Talos sighed.

"He... just kept making excuse after excuse, and even when a woman would laugh at his jests he'd find a way to slink off."

You're impossible, Talos. "That's called being shy, you doofus. Did you at least find him a date?"

"Yep. The decently-fair Countess Rosalinda of Lodunton, a widower in her late twenties who has so far bore no children. Quite the impressive match, if I say so myself."

"Wow! That is impressive! Thank you, sweetie... it means so much to me that you gave him your best, really."

"I know," he smirked. "I'm planning on having you repay me through dirty favors on my name day."

"And on the 'morrow I'll so happily oblige you," Alanna giggled. She kissed him once more before stepping away from him. She knew Tanya needed to talk to him in private, and so she made a valid excuse to depart.

"But my day's exhausted me, honey. From work, to seeing my sister, to Tanya's... well. She can tell you. So I'm gonna go to bed, and let you two catch up."

Talos saw right through her excuse, but it didn't matter. "Alright. Night, Lana."

"Goodnight, my loves. Do try and join me soon?"

Talos kissed her goodnight. Tanya gave her arm a squeeze. The two of them then clasped hands, and admired Alanna's hips and ass as she turned away to walk down the hall. Alanna gave them a view worth watching; she swayed her hips far more lasciviously than was needed, and she ensured her nightgown fluttered up just enough on every stride to flash a hint of her cheeks.

Alanna broke her stride as soon as she rounded the corner, drinking in the remainder of her lovers' compliments. She'd already decided that she wouldn't be sleeping for quite some time, as the upcoming conversation between Talos and Tanya was of great interest to her. She lept into bed and snuggled under the covers, then spied on Talos through his eyes.

Talos had, meanwhile, gripped Tanya's wrists and pinned her against the nearest wall as soon as their privacy was ensured. Tanya sustained a flurry of kisses on her neck and her cheeks before finding the courage to speak up.

"Wait on, Talos; I need to talk to you about something," Tanya softly murmured after a moan, brushing a hand against his chest. Talos pulled away, but kept her pinned against the wall.

"Can it wait?" he smirked. Tanya rolled her head side-to-side, feigning indifference.

"I'd rather it not. I may forget otherwise."

Talos released her wrists after another smooch, tracing her lithe form with his hands as he stepped away.

"Alright," he murmured. "Help me with something, first."

Talos led the confused sorceress towards the guest room, and nodded towards the bed. That 'something' of his was to move the bed outside, so that they could lay on it to watch the stars. Talos did most of the lifting during their short trek to the courtyard, and they set the bed down right in the center. They laid down beside one another, Tanya resting her head on Talos' chest as they both gazed towards the twinkling heavens.

Alanna felt a pang of jealousy at the sight - knowing Talos' romantic ingenuity only truly bloomed with Tanya around - but she would never accost him for acting this way. She reminded herself that she was still first.

"Gods. What a beautiful night," Tanya whispered with a smile. Talos wrapped an arm around her shoulder, squeezing her into him.

"Mm. So... what's up, Tanya?"

Tanya sighed. "Well, I wanted to inquire about a... certain topic. I think it would help getting it out in the open. It's my job to ensure you're level-headed, after all."

"Codified in the Sorceress's Handbook, I take it?" Talos softly jested.

"Don't be facetious, Talos. My job as your sorceress is to obey your every whim, and to be your personal proxy to the aether. This is coming from my position as your lover; I'm quite worried about you, honey."

"About...?"

"Cass," Tanya blurted out. "You haven't spoken of what happened since you returned, you know. And I feel as if it's too important to keep bottled up. I need to know your thoughts. I tried broaching the subject with Alanna, but she's been tight-lipped; she said to talk to you instead."

Talos patted her on the shoulder, although he did shift an inch away from her. "Go ahead. Inquire away."

Tanya nodded on Talos' chest as she gazed skyward. She whispered, "do you believe her? Regarding your... divinity? Now that you've had some time to ponder on it?"

Talos didn't answer her for half-a-minute, and only looked towards the stars and the heavens behind them while he came up with his reply.

"I don't know," he murmured. Tanya gave him another minute, hoping for more, and pressed him further when she didn't receive it.

"Give me more than that, Talos."

"I'm just not sure if it matters," he gruffly replied. "My whole life I've thought that I was the only one responsible for my own destiny. And it's hard to think that, after all that I've done, and after all that I've learned, that it was all predestined and preordained by beings that I hadn't believed in a season ago. You know, I thought that I was the best damned swordsman in the world? Because I trained, learned, and grew? But now, it's..." he sighed, "I don't know. Confusing. Anyway, I convinced myself that it didn't matter. What will come will come, and my life's continuance is far more precious than the anomalous happenstance of my birth. If it's true, then there's a reason he... I... don't know anything more than a mortal should. Likely because I shouldn't spend my time worrying of it. And if it ain't true, then I really shouldn't be spending my time worrying of it. Anyway, I promised myself not to walk down the same path Casiama did; you know, taking the news hook, line, and sinker. What about you? What do you think?"

"I think many things, my love," Tanya softly chuckled, draping an arm over his chest. "But I do believe her. You know, I had the same hypothesis a week before Cass revealed it?"

"Mm. I did. Alanna's not the only one who pries anymore," Talos smiled. "And I think you're probably right, truth be told. The entire time that I rode there, I encouraged myself to keep an open mind. I told myself that coincidences do not exist on their own; that a collection of similarities paints a bigger picture. Then, I... I threw it all away, through my neurotic disbelief of the obvious. By being an ass when Casiama needed me most. I'm still unsure why."

"No one's perfect, honey. Even you are liable to make mistakes sometimes. For what it's worth, I'm glad that you did."

"Why's that?" Talos asked.

"At the end of the day-" Tanya smiled, shaking her head, "at the cusp of your revered name day, even, you're just my man. And sure, I find it exciting that you may be more than that, but it doesn't change my opinion of you. I love you for you. And I'm glad that, for all that Cass said, and for all that she proved, you ultimately thought of Alanna and I in the end. It's a sweet feeling to be prioritized over the gods, Talos."

"Yeah. And I did that why, exactly? Because I'm the god of love? The god who knows nothing?"

"Well, Talonir is the elven god of devotion over all else. But, I think that you chose us. Talonir is instead hopelessly devoted to his wife, to the point where all other things are a mere backdrop on his life... which... leads me to my second question. Do you still think of her?"

Talos shrugged.

"That's a silly question," Tanya murmured, shaking her head. "Of course you do. How often?"

"Uh... I don't know. A dream every night, for starters. A couple of times during the day. Maybe... once or twice an hour, truthfully."

"And do you want to see her again?"

Talos rolled his head. "I want to save her, Tatiana. You've no idea how happy we were before all of this, but... I can't bear to see her as she is now."

"Does she frighten you?" Tanya persisted, now that Talos' thoughts were out in the open.

He sighed. "Yeah."

"Do you know why?" A shaken head. "You know that she won't harm you. She had every chance to do so, after all, from your encounter on Dancer's Hill to her overwhelming ambush of the Solaisian army. But she never made a move against you, even when logic dictated that she should."

"It isn't that. I think, uh... that she might prove me wrong, I guess? That there is some damned destiny that I'm supposed to follow? What do you think, Tanya? Am I in the right not to care of the gods' wills?"

"In a way, yes. I think you are," she nodded. "You're still a good force in this world, even without external guidance. And, who knows, perhaps your purpose has already been fulfilled? Perhaps you only descended to free the slaves of Santaria, or rescue that fire evoker from the reavers, or save the town of Overton from the Orcs? Even if it wasn't... who cares? In time you'll be directed to it without having to seek it out, so there's no sense in troubling yourself over it. Now, if I may put on my archaic pointed hat, I'd like to offer my advice."

Talos laughed. "Go ahead, my sorceress."

Tanya rolled on top of him, pinning his shoulders into the mattress as she straddled his legs.