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Imogen is much stronger than her, so Laudna doesn’t think twice when she finds herself backed into a tree with nowhere to run as if she would do such a thing when Imogen’s eyes glowed white with frustration.
“Darling? I know you’re upset, but—”
Laudna gasps, arms sliding around Imogen’s neck as she is silenced for the moment. Imogen, mind filled with willing thoughts of what she would do once she got her girlfriend alone, smirked. For the first two days of travel, Laudna had purposely avoided her. Taking watch with Ashton then Orym, leaving her to take watch with Chetney twice, fucking Chetney! Imogen wouldn’t have minded if it had been Fearne or Orym; hell, she would have preferred them over the little were-gnome, but at last, she spent the last two days listening to Chetney rave about recognizing the Alpha while watching Laudna’s sensual dreams pass her mind’s eye.
Looking back at it now, she appreciates his speech because the wanting need in Laudna’s big, dark, doe-like eyes spurs her on, and she must commend Ashton for taking one for the team. Laudna, lost in her thoughts, intense gaze locks onto the lavender-haired woman as she lifts one of Laudna’s thighs to wrap around her waist. Between the two, Imogen keeps her nails just a tad bit shorter than her lover, partly because of growing up on a farm, but mainly because that’s what Laudna preferred when she was on the receiving end of selfish pleasure; it sounded so much better than fucking, or that’s what Laudna had told her. She came undone no matter what word Imogen decided to use if she’s being honest with herself.
Imogen doesn’t think twice, allowing her second lightning-scarred hand to bring Laudna’s second leg up, pushing back, keeping her locked against the tree for added support. She didn’t have to read her mind to know what Laudna wanted; Imogen prided herself on knowing exactly what her girl desired, so much so that she almost forgot why she was upset in the first place. With nothing else on her mind but making Laudna feel good, Imogen releases her from the kiss, taking in long, deep breaths before her lips rest on the base of Laudna’s neck. Taking a tentative lick, Imogen relishes in the moan Laudna lets out, not concerned if their friends overhear or not; after all, Laudna had been the one that loved to put on a show.
“If this is all you wanted, honey, I would have given you a good fucking days ago.”
Laudna’s breaths are shallow, more so than regular, as her moans increase in octaves, pushing her hips into Imogen. Gods, how could she be this needy without Imogen fucking her? Maybe it’s the way Imogen whispers into her ear this time instead of in her mind or the fact that they could be caught at any moment if they haven’t already. She did say people tend to get horny out on the road; she just hadn’t divulged that she had been people.
“You’re always there for everyone, my love. Let me take care of you.”
Laudna can only nod as Imogen sets a slow pace at first, fingers sliding into her warmth without hesitation, sending a blazing heat throughout her body: more than she’s ever known.
“You know what I love about you, Sweetheart,” Laudna only partly hears the question to catch up in her pleasure, which Imogen gave her graciously.
Sweetheart, are you listening to me?
Laudna doesn’t reply; her mind is so wrapped up in the building pressure in her lower stomach. She is close, ready to tip over the edge into an ethereal state of consciousness. The only thought on the tip of her tongue is Imogen’s lips latching onto her neck again.
Your wish is my command, Love.
Laudna wants to cry out; no, she does when Imogen sucks her neck so deliciously that she swears she sees stars behind her closed eyelids and hears Imogen exerting herself to please her. Grunts of satisfaction, or maybe unrelenting aggression of not being inside Laudna sooner.
When Laudna comes, she sees splashes of colors erupting in her head, silent screams stuck in her throat, noting Imogen’s own muffled moans of ecstasy before the duo drop. Gasping, Laudna looks down at a scarlet-colored Imogen.
Darling, are you okay?
Yeah, my legs gave out. I’ve never finished like that before.
Well, we both know there’s a first for everything.
“I love seeing you like this, Laudna, so needy. The images I saw in your head nearly—”
Laudna chuckles, pulling Imogen up for a kiss, her hands tracing down Imogen’s body as she draws near where she wants to be. With a small gasp, Imogen struggled to stay quiet. She was sensitive after her orgasm; Laudna knew this, but Laudna wished to hear her and feel her.
“Laud—”
Laudna cuts her speech off, one hand cupped over her mouth as she pushes her dress skirt up until she has Imogen’s tan thins exposed in the crisp night air. Imogen wanted to shout, mind open to their surroundings and aware of Fearne’s presence, but she knew that being watched was sending tremors down her spine. Laudna might have loved putting on a show, but Imogen thrived under constant attention.
Laudna, Fearne—
Imogen bucked her hips, fist slamming into the ground; the other fisted into inky black tendrils as Laudna swiped at her clit; gods, why was Laudna so good at this?
What about Fearne?
Imogen wants to cry out; air caught in her throat as her body locks up, then shudders as Laudna continues her ministrations. This had been the first time in the last week that she could somewhat remember not being able to read any other thoughts, but the woman who stared up at her with dark, doe-like eyes and a twisted grin spread across her face.
Darlin’, Fearne is just going to keep catching us.
That may be true, but it’s Fearne. We can always invite her the next time.
They stare for a moment at each other, then turn to the Satyr not so far away, holding Pate in her hands, obviously staring at them with a grin.
I’m not opposed to it, Laud.
Neither am I, Dear.
“Shall we—”
Laudna pulls back, sitting up as her lover moves to sit up as well, pulling her clothes on as she does so before she goes to help Laudna dress, caressing pale skin as soft clothing begins to cover the bites and scratches she had intentionally left.
“Y’know, I love you, right.”
“I love you too, Imogen.”
“Can I ask you one thing?” Laudna pauses, gripping Imogen’s waist to keep her still. Leaning in just enough to where their lips barely touch, “Why were you so upset before,” she questioned.
“Honestly, I don’t remember why.” She chuckles whole-heartedly and then says, “I guess you made me cum so hard I forgot.”
Laudna claps, squealing as their lips meet once more in a final loving kiss; then, she finds herself held in place as Imogen wraps her up in a tight embrace.