kingdomcomes | MINGLE: THE SNOW QUEEN

[Éowyn takes the glass with a smile. It's strange to be served wine, when so often that's been her duty.]

I would scarcely complain. Thank you.

[She sips at the wine, setting aside her boots and crossing one leg over the other. Alisha's right, it's not good wine. Back home, she'd never serve such wine to a guest, but then, nor would she be meeting a guest in a little shack.]

And you have... done this before?

[Alisha doesn't so much sip her wine as gulp at it; she's a seasoned pro at all forms of debauchery. She nods, crossing over to sit next to Éowyn on the bed, toeing her own boots off. She under-dressed rather than overdressed for the situation, clad in a plain cotton shift that hangs off her browned shoulders.]

Yeah. Loads of times. It's just...different than with guys.

[Éowyn laughs, a scoffing little sound.] As it must be!

[Drinking a little faster, she half-empties her glass and sets it aside, turning to Alisha more fully.] You will have to guide me. Yet I think I am not a slow learner, if these last few days are aught to judge by.

[Alisha's glass is gone. She's an experienced drinker. She barely even shudders as the alcohol hits her. Éowyn's request isn't surprising, and she gives a little shrug.]

Sure. No problem. You ever been gone down on?

[Something tells her 'no'.]

[Is that something the look of complete confusion on Éowyn's face? Because that's probably a good hint.]

Have I ever...?

[PLEASE EXPLAIN]

[Oooookay. Time to start from the real basics. She smiles.]

Uh—it means oral sex. Gettin' your cunt licked. Never met a girl who didn't like it.

...Oh.

[Éowyn blinks. She's been vaguely, abstractly aware that sometimes women pleasure men with their mouths (although it's always been viewed with a kind of scorn, in her experience), but it's never occurred to her that you could do it the other way around.]

[It doesn't sound sexy, honestly. It just sounds odd, and rather awkward. But she ought to trust to the younger woman's expertise, most likely. After all, she did ask.]

No. Never. [She smiles, exuding a kind of coy flirtatiousness.] I have much to learn, then. And you much to teach.

Ought we to begin?

[She'd be surprised exactly how sexy it can be. And Alisha, straight as she professes herself to be, also happens to pride herself on her cunnilingus skills. She nods, smirking.]

Yeah. Just lay back, right? I'll show you.

[She rises, and once Eowyn's settled, bends to kneel at the foot of the bed. Her hands, tiny but capable, skim up the other woman's thighs slowly, to reach for the fastenings of her breeches.]

Alright if I take these off?

[By way of reply, Éowyn lifts her hips to make it easier, leaning up on one elbow and pushing down her waistband. There's something not quite suspicious in the way she's watching Alisha, as if she's not sure whether to trust what's happening. But she'll go along with it.]

Is... is it common, in your land?

[Alisha snorts in laughter, pulling down on Éowyn's breeches and working them off her legs.]

Not as common as it fuckin' should be.

[Breeches discarded, Alisha smirks at the near-suspicion on the other woman's face, and begins to kiss a trail from the inside of her knee up to her inner thigh, her hands sliding up to settle on her hips.]

[Éowyn colours a little. She doesn't like being laughed at.]

[With an effort, she makes herself relax back onto the bed, lets her legs fall wider apart. Alisha's mouth feels strange, almost ticklish, against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. It feels shockingly intimate, given that this is a total stranger.]

[It also feels nice enough, she supposes. She's not exactly convinced yet, though.]

[If she's offended Éowyn, she wouldn't notice. She's too busy with her work, and anyway, she hadn't been laughing at her.

It's good, though, to feel her relaxing underneath her mouth. It makes Alisha's job a whole lot easier. Her fingers knead softly at Éowyn's hips, slipping beneath to the softer flesh of her ass, and then sliding her thumbs around to spread her thighs apart. Lightly, Alisha places a few kisses over Éowyn's pubic mound, and then starts to drag her tongue up the length of her slit.]

[At that, Éowyn sits up again, clutching at the sheets under her, her eyes wide and lips parted. She's not sure what she expected, how she thought it would feel, but that...!]

[Biting her lip, her chest heaving, she looks down in wonder at the woman between her legs. Was that really her tongue? It felt... Well, unlike anything Éowyn has felt before, certainly unlike being licked. It takes an effort to drop back onto the bed, to stop staring down at Alisha in confused amazement.]

[Alisha smirks into Éowyn's cunt, feeling the other woman sit bolt upright. She remembers the first time someone went down on her; her reaction was pretty much the same.]

Just relax. Enjoy it. [She pulls away just long enough to murmur this, and then goes back to work, spreading Éowyn's cunt lips apart to start laying wet, warm strokes from her entrance to her clit.

Alisha's pretty sure she's going to win this one, easy.]

[She's probably not wrong. Certainly not judging by how quickly she has Éowyn wet and moaning, her toes curling, one hand coming down instinctively to wind fingers through the other woman's curls. There's a part of her having a similar thought: that this is no way to win. She ought to at least try to win.]

[But it's hard to focus on competition, even for someone like Éowyn, when you're being eaten out for the first time by someone who's pretty damn good at it. Every time she thinks of pulling Alisha back, insisting on something a little more equitable, the younger woman's tongue finds some new spot or angle and Éowyn loses the thought in a new wave of ecstasy.]

[Éowyn is free to grab Alisha's hair all she wants; this is one of the few times that she won't mind, and it's nice to have that pressure on her scalp telling her what's working and what isn't. And so far, it seems like there's not much that isn't working.

She's not going to insist on a fair fight if Éowyn doesn't, so there's no way she's going to pull back unless the other woman makes her; she starts to build up a consistent rhythm of strokes and laps, every now and then wrapping her full lips around the other woman's clit to give her some suction. It's good knowing what you like when you do this; it makes it a whole lot easier to figure out the right things to do for someone else.]

[The first time Alisha sucks at her clit like that, Éowyn cries out aloud, her back arching, and bites down hard on her lip. It feels like a physical jolt, the pleasure shooting up into her, sparking through her body.]

[After that, she starts to quieten down a little, and the next few times, she moans rather than screaming, but her reaction is stil... marked, to say the least.]

[It takes her a minute or more to summon up the willpower to pull Alisha's head back, sitting up. She's flushed, eyes bright and breathing heavy.]

...Let me try.

[Honestly, Alisha's surprised when she feels herself being pulled away like that. She knows that when she's being eaten out, that's about the last thing she wants is for that mouth to move away from her cunt. But she's even more surprised when Éowyn insists that she wants to give it a go. Alisha's eyebrows raise, and she pulls away, pushing herself to her feet.]

Alright, then. Not gonna say no to that.

[She may well regret this, and in fact already is to some extent. But Eowyn bites her lip and pushes herself upright, wetting her lips, her thighs pressing together instinctively once Alisha's no longer there to attend to her wet cunt.]

[Her mouth feels dry, her whole body alive with feeling. Swallowing, she gets to her feet, then, a little hesitantly, to her knees.]

[Eyeing Éowyn with a somewhat impressed look—clearly this woman has a hell of a lot of self-control—Alisha switches spots with her, sitting on the edge of her bed with her thighs parted. She...might have already taken off her underwear before Éowyn's arrival, just to make things a little easier.]

Just try doing what I just did, yeah?

[Self-control is Éowyn's superpower, yes.]

[She nods, clearing her throat, and reaches back to rake her long hair out of her face. Then she leans in, ducking her head, her calloused hand coming to rest on Alisha's thigh.]

[It smells. She hadn't realised it would smell so strongly - or that the smell would be, not unpleasant, but rather thrilling. It's the smell of sex, almost of adventure. With a little sound of curiosity, she brings up her other hand to touch Alisha's cunt. She's never seen a woman from this angle before, after all, and it's strange and fascinating to her to think that this is, presumably, how she looks. How every woman looks.]

[Her fingertips part Alisha's lips, and she leans in, a slight crease on her forehead, and runs her tongue in one long, experimental motion from back to front, tasting sharpness and musky, heavy depth.]

[Alisha settles in, wiggling her hips and parting her thighs, leaning back on her elbows so she can still see to guide Éowyn if need be. She watches curiously, wanting to see how Éowyn approaches this, and of course there's hesitation—there almost always is, the first time—but there's also a sort of concentration that's unexpected.

She takes in a deep, slow breath at that first run of Éowyn's tongue, and her exhale comes out through her mouth with a soft sound of approval.]

Yeah, tha's right...

[Éowyn takes this seriously, as she takes many things seriously. She licks Alisha's pussy again, another long track of her tongue, then shifts her focus, as Alisha did before, up to that little nub of nerves. Her attentions are inexpert, hesitant, but not thoughtless: she lays an open-mouthed kiss over Alisha's clit, closing her lips over it, her eyes flicking up to see the other woman's reaction.]

[Almost unconsciously, one of her hands trails back down between her own legs, to try and soothe the raging need there, her fingers moving slowly over the dripping wet cleft.]

[At the very least, Alisha thinks, Éowyn has picked up on the important parts of this. She's not expecting her to go for the clit so soon, although it's definitely a welcome surprise; Alisha's body jerks above Éowyn's head and she doesn't bother to bite back that soft ah! of mingled surprise and enjoyment.]

Shit. You can—use your fingers, too, if you want...

Hmm?

[Éowyn smiles a little, pleased with Alisha's reaction, but struggling a little to focus. It's hard to concentrate, between Alisha's cunt against her face and her own hand rubbing between her legs, and so it's a moment before her other hand comes up to do as she's advised.]

[It feels a little easier, using her hand. The angle's different, but once she's got used to it, she can start to think of it as the same thing she does to herself; think of where she likes to be touched.]

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