A soft kiss was only the beginning. When she stared deeply into Elise's pale lavender eyes. The desire for satisfaction, connection, and pleasure was all-encompassing and an overwhelming force.
Even if Elise was manipulating her into this, Gwyn wanted it more than anything at this moment.
Despite their terrifying encounter, surviving it made the idea of making love all the more exciting. They could've died. This act of pleasure or any acts at all would have never occurred again.
Their adrenaline surged at this prospect—their desire for each other was a hurricane. Snow fell around them. As Elise anticipated, this felt very romantic.
While Elise was hesitant in her lovemaking during their earlier encounters, she has now found little trouble making time to satisfy Gwynevere Grim.
Sometimes their clothes would stay on the entire time. The act of exploring and touching through the soaked fabric of their clothing was enough. Sometimes they'd come home from a long day, unbathed, and unable to keep their hands from one another.
Yet, Elise read about a particular item while in the Great Library's basement, and she had to immediately search for the item herself.
It was surprisingly difficult to find, and after she won the Wintumnos Crown, she planned to use it on Gwynevere.
That plan was delayed, but no longer.
"I want to try a little something," Elise said coyly.
Gwyn bit her lip.
"What would that be?"
Elise planted a firm kiss on the Chosen One's lips, removed her hand from Gwyn's heat, and then rummaged through a nearby drawer.
What she pulled from it appeared to be a cylinder about three inches long.
"Is this another vibrator situation?" Gwyn asked.
Elise shook her head.
"You'll have to do what I say." She held the cylinder to Gwyn's lips. "Kiss it."
An awkward smile with a moment of perplexity.
"Yes, Princess."
Elise rolled her eyes. The Sylvian lay over the top of Gwyn.
"Strip me."
Gwyn did so. Elise's breasts always seemed to get in the way when it came to removing clothing. Gwyn always took special care to touch Elise in that spot that always made her twitch.
Elise giggled.
"Stop that!"
"Stop what?"
A devilish grin painted the Chosen One's face.
The command was fulfilled. Elise lay bare before Gwynevere. Gwyn watched as Elise inserted the small cylinder; it slid in smoothly and easily fit within.
"Now I want to watch you touch yourself."
Gwyn choked.
"W-what?"
"Just do it," her voice commanded.
Gwyn's mouth went dry. She's never done that in front of someone before. She swallowed hard to moisten her mouth. She cautiously slid her lace underwear to the side, feeling around her heat.
Elise, due to Gwyn spending so many nights in her room at the Gilded Towers, had upgraded her bed to a king-size, per Gwyneveres' request and Artero's funding.
Elise lay on the other end of the bed. Leaning against the frame.
Gwyn felt embarrassed just touching herself, but did as Elise wished. She lightly inserted a finger and stroked herself softly.
Before Gwyn could let out a moan, Elise did first, a gasp, then a deeper moan. Elise just braced herself. The fact that the item she used was working sent sparks through every part of the elf's body.
What is going on?
Perplexed, Gwynevere continued, her excitement mounting just as much as her confusion at whatever the Princess had planned. An exploratory hand kept touching her heat. Elise kept moaning as though she were the one being satisfied.
The elf rolled from one side to the other, breathing intensely. Elise's hand reached between her thighs, as though it was too much to bear.
Gwyn had to understand the nature of this situation.
"What's happening?"
"I can feel... what you do... just... so much... more."
Elise was panting. Her moans resonated deeply. It was nothing like the soft and pathetic moans of Gwynevere.
Elise now touched herself as Gwyn did; the pleasure was doubled, and the Sylvian could barely take it. Before long, the Sylvian was in complete ecstasy, her body twitching under the immense pleasure, rolling around, and feeling her own breasts.
Gwyn wasn't even halfway there yet and wondered if Elise was over exaggerating.
She wasn't.
The Chosen One crawled across the bed, leaned into the elf, and whispered in her ear.
"My turn."
Elise bit her lip and nodded. She removed the cylinder and placed it in Gwyn's open palm, she raised it to Elise's lips, and the Princess kissed it. Pleasure painted the elf's face.
Gwyn now inserted the same cylinder into herself. But instead of asking for Elise to touch herself, Gwyn had a better idea.
The Sylvian lay splayed on the bed, revealing herself. Gwyn kissed the Princess on the lips before descending—a brush of fingers across the princess's navel before Gwyn had buried herself between Elise's thighs. Gwyn had significantly improved her technique over the Autumnos season, and this was to be her evidence.
Every stroke of her tongue on Elise was felt through her own body. It was overwhelming—a hard gasp erupted from them both.
Elise's body was fire. She tasted like heaven. Each stroke of Gwyn's tongue was precise. She sucked on a bit of Elise's clitoris. The same feeling happened in Gwyn, but times a thousand.
The Princess was already so close that she had felt herself get lightheaded as the pressure built between her thighs. Her legs tightened around Gwyn. Her copper hair became a messy plume. As Elise approached the edge, so did Gwynevere. The idea of satisfying Elise and herself simultaneously was beyond arousing.
The Chosen One arched her back. Begging for something.
Deeper. Faster. More.
Gwynevere had to have more.
Her pace quickened. Elise's body was stiff beneath her. Her legs kept twitching as she tried to clasp Gwyn. The moans were never-ending. Hands shot to Gwyn's hair. Pulling, the Sylvian tried to ground herself.
More. More!
Both women tensed in absolute pleasure, before a chorus of moans. Gwyn collapsed between Elise's thighs, breathing heavily.
"Maybe the basement reading... isn't so bad after all."
Elise smiled at the Chosen One's comment.
"Maybe we should visit the King of Terror more often."
Gwyn laughed as they fell into one another. The near infinite pleasure they just experienced was unlike anything either of them had known until now. Being within each other's arms, there wasn't any other place either of them wanted to be.
Gwynevere recalled the events from earlier. The King of Terror, the interaction with Elise's mother, and wanted to confront Elise on how she felt about those interactions.
"Is everything alright?" Gwyn asked.
"Yes? Why do you ask?"
"Earlier with your mother..."
Elise swallowed hard.
"Oh, um."
Elise flushed. She hadn't forgotten. Maybe this event was to distract herself from that reality. That she saw her mother in the flesh again, although it was essentially a ghost—that notion didn't lessen the pain.
"It wasn't easy, seeing her again."
Gwyn nuzzled further into Elise.
"She's gorgeous, Elise. She has your eyes."
"Well, I have her eyes specifically."
"That's what I meant." Gwyn softly laughed. "Do you want to tell me about her?"
Elise hesitated for a few moments.
"Her name is Sol Sylvian; she wasn't a Sylvian before. She was a Grubb before."
"Grubb? Like a bug?"
"Yes." Elise laughed. "Horrendous, isn't it? She was quite eager to take my father's last name."
"I can only imagine why."
"But she was everything one could want in a mother. So when I saw her, I... lost it." Elise frowned. "Yet, Soulseverance's words had some wisdom to them. It has been ninety years, I suppose. At some point, I must get over her passing."
Gwyn lay on Elise's chest. She felt the elf's heart thrum with nervousness.
"My mom loved nature. I didn't, when I was a kid, but... now whenever I'm in a forest, I still think of her sometimes."
"Did she take your father's last name?"
"No, it was the other way around. My father's last name was Gerald."
"Gerald?" Elise thought for a moment. "Gwynevere Gerald." Then laughed out loud.
"Funny, coming from you, Elise Grubb."
"Hey! Don't bring that up to anyone!"
A storm of laughter followed. Their eyes met, and they kissed once more.
"I'm glad you saved me from falling, even though you thought I had to be manipulated into liking you."
"As much as I am glad as well, I hope never to have to do that again."
"Fair enough."
Elise felt the Chosen One's breathing begin to slow—a tell-tale sign she was getting ready for sleep.
"I lov—"
The elf stopped herself from confessing her feelings.
"Hmmm?" Gwyn leaned up. "Did you say something?"
Elise swallowed hard.
"No, sorry. Let's get some sleep."
"That sounds lovely."
Hours passed, and a knock at the door startled Gwyn awake. The Chosen One was usually not a heavy sleeper. But when she was particularly exhausted, nothing could wake her. Elise was not bothered by the knocking and snored deeply.
The Chosen One dressed herself and approached the door. When she opened it, she found a messenger she didn't recognize, but they were in Kosmairian garb.
"Chosen One, this is for you." The courier looked young, like a squire to be or a mage in training. They held out a missive.
Gwyn quickly grabbed the paper.
"Is that it?"
"I believe so."
"Dismissed?" Gwyn said as a question rather than a command.
The elf pounded their fist to their chest and immediately departed. Gwyn checked to see if anyone else was outside, but she was alone. Gwyn closed the door. The snow no longer fell around her.
"Guess that spell doesn't work when you're sleeping, huh?"
Gwyn walked to Elise's desk and focused hard on the natural warmth in her body. She envisioned the candle lighting; she snapped her fingers.
A flame appeared, and she dragged it over the wick, shaking her thumb once the candle was lit, feeling pride in how far she had come as a caster.
She reminisced about the time when she snapped all day, never igniting a spark. Come to think of it, that day she spent with Elise was also a similar event occurring. Gwyn's face flushed thinking about being intertwined with the pink-haired elf.
Gwyn then focused on the paper she had been given. She broke the seal and glanced at the contents. It was a letter from General Strangulation.
"I guess she has already devised another plan," Gwyn said to herself under her breath.
Elise broke out in her patented loud snores while turning in her sleep. Gwyn smiled at the sleeping elf and turned back to read the letter. She assumed it had only been a few hours since the meeting she had with the King of Terror, and less since she told the General what happened.
Dear twenty-fifth Chosen One,
The contents of this letter are for your eyes only, but you can tell whom you wish, as I assume I know who you will tell.
Gwyn looked over to Elise, sleeping. The Chosen One didn't like to think of herself as predictable. But I guess it was inevitable that Elise would find out, too.
I am currently in the process of setting up a meeting with the Queen of the Moon. Since I do not have your link, I am sending a squire to deliver this letter to you.
You must prepare for anything. In the meantime, you must try to discover this dungeon on your own before the meeting. I strongly suggest you leave tomorrow morning.
It is of the utmost importance that you are successful in uncovering and subsequently completing this dungeon, for your sake at least. I am gravely sorry for the position you have been put in with the King of Terror, but if you succeed, maybe that reality will not come to pass.
Gwyn swallowed hard at reading that sentence.
I wish you the best of luck, plan diligently, and form a team for whom you want to attend this dungeon. When you discover its location, notify me IMMEDIATELY, and I may be able to send a scouting team as well to improve your chances of completing this task—best of luck.
General Strangulation.
Gwyn recognized the handwriting. Although it was addressed to be from Strangulation, it was clearly Artero's somewhat sloppy handwriting.
"I guess she can be bothered to write things such as this."
When Gwyn finished reading the letter, she closed it back up, but when she did, it was set aflame, disappearing into nothing.