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Blades clashed, sparks flew, embers kindled.
Margaret could feel the dancing fires lick her skin and singe her armour, but there was only one flame she wanted to focus on, could focus on.
The one in Candle Knight Viviana’s eyes.
And they burned for her.
…..
She came by and visited Margaret at her aunt’s house, the day before she planned to leave Kazimierz. They sat outside in the twilight of the day and sipped tea, just the two of them.
And then, out of the blue, Margaret proposed an idea, one she didn’t understand the origin of.
“Would you like to have a casual duel, Viviana? A friendly rematch?”
…..
The audience and announcer’s voices constituted an uproar, but neither could hear it. There were only the hums of their arts and the beating in their chests to consider.
Each time their blades met, Margaret felt the vibration tingle all the way through her body, from her fingers to her toes and ears, it was an exhilarating condition.
During one break in the fight, Margaret realized she was shivering, but not from fear, or chills.
It was excitement.
…..
Margaret returned from the training room with a pair of dull training swords. This wasn’t a fight, and neither truly expected it to be much of a duel, either.
This was to be a dance, a proper dance without distraction, just one with blades.
They saluted each other with their swords and Margaret took a defensive stance.
“En garde, Viviana.”
…..
Margaret wiped the sweat from her brow as she and Viviana exchanged further pleasantries, but one comment in particular seemed to light a fire of its own deep in her belly.
“Hoh, did you hear that? He said we could dance.”
Margaret couldn’t stop herself from smiling. “Please, then.”
…..
The first minute was spent with the two just circling each other.
Eventually, Viviana offered a light swipe, but with a simple lean to the side from Margaret, all she caught was the end of her hair.
She tried again, and Margaret lazily dodged her again, and Viviana started to chuckle.
Margaret cocked her head to the side and blinked. “What’s so funny?” she asked.
Viviana smiled back and hummed before lunging much more fiercely at her partner.
…..
She had no idea how long their fight lasted, but it was long and arduous enough to leave them both fully exhausted.
Margaret gasped as she struggled to raise her head and utter her final words. “Look, my light... has been swallowed whole…”
“...I'm honoured to have exhausted the Radiant Knight.”
She wasn’t sure of the outcome until she saw Viviana’s sword fall in pieces to the ground.
It almost felt… disappointing… not that Viviana lost, but… something else left her remiss…
…..
Viviana’s unexpected attack caught Margaret slightly off guard, but she responded quickly enough to lock blades together. They clicked at the hilt as Viviana pressed into Margaret, swords held at hip level, tips dancing between their eyes.
Their faces were so close. Margaret could smell a lingering aroma of candle wax from Viviana’s cheeks.
And then, Viviana giggled again.
“What is so… amusing?” Margaret asked.
“...You’re blushing.”
…..
Shining bugged Margaret a few times about her quiet mood and sullen demeanour, but by the time they returned to their room, Liz decided to step in.
“I think she just needs a moment alone, Shining… don’t you, Margaret?”
Margaret blinked a few times before sighing and replying, “Yes. I could use a moment to rest, thank you.”
She stood by the door to her bedroom and leaned against the frame, sighing again.
“We’ll be right outside if you need us, Margaret,” Shining stated.
Margaret turned her head just in time to see Liz all but tugging Shining away from her seat in her wheelchair.
She sat hunched over on the side of her bed and sighed once more before removing her top as she’d already disrobed her outer armour upon arriving home.
Next would be her shorts, but…
Margaret sighed and symbolically threw her doubt away by popping the button and rolling her shorts down, which allowed her to finally see and feel the hardness that had been concerning her.
Without questioning why, she started stroking herself.
…..
Amazingly, Margaret removed one hand from her sword while she and Viviana were still locked together to touch her cheek, it was warm.
“Wha… I…”
But before she could question further, Margaret felt Viviana’s blade lower; she was loosening her grip. Their swords slowly dropped away, and soon, their foreheads grazed each other.
They wordlessly stared and breathed at each other for a few seconds before tenderly joining their lips together.
Metal clashed loudly against the tile flooring as both women’s blades fell to the ground. Margaret cupped Viviana’s cheeks, while the taller Elafia woman held onto Margaret’s shoulders, squeezing lightly as they leaned into one another. Eventually, around a minute later they pulled away slightly, both panting slightly, but not out of breath.
There was a rather pregnant silence between them. Margaret slid her hands down from Viviana’s cheeks to her collarbones, while Viviana let go of Margaret’s shoulders and instead gently lifted her chin with the side of her hand to draw her gaze upwards.
“How long?” Margaret asked, voice cracking in between syllables.
Viviana smiled and brushed away some of Margaret’s loose bangs with her other hand. “Does it matter?” She replied.
Margaret took a slow breath and exhaled. “It does, a little.”
“Since we ran away from those ravenous reporters.”
Margaret smiled and nodded slightly.
“What about you?” Viviana then asked.
“...Just now. Though… that’s only when I realized.”
Viviana nodded and kissed Margaret's fingertips before giving her fingers a gentle squeeze.
But Margaret’s next words surprised her greatly.
“I’m sorry.”
Viviana shook her head. “For what?”
“That I did not say anything sooner,” Margaret stated.
Viviana let go of Margaret’s hand and started to frown, with a small bead of sweat forming at the top of her forehead. “How so…? Is it because-”
“Because it only leaves us a single day before you leave tomorrow.”
After a short pause, Viviana breathed a sigh of relief, which brought a curious look from Margaret.
“Pardon?”
Viviana shook her head. “Those ladies you came with, many tabloids spoke of salacious things about you and them, but I-”
“Oh, we’re very much together,” Margaret interrupted.
Viviana blinked, but let Margaret continue.
“But, we have an understanding and an openness with each other. So long as you’re also okay with that.”
“...Well, it would be selfish to try and keep you all to myself now, wouldn’t it?”
Margaret was about to speak, but Viviana silenced her with a second, renewed kiss which left her blushing in the cheeks as she ended.
“So, how do you want to spend our last day together, Margaret?”
…..
“This is your room?” Viviana asked.
Margaret coughed once into her hand as her seemingly official date partner walked over to the bed and felt the messy silk sheets atop it.
She hadn’t bothered to make the bed that morning.
“My apologies for the sorry state of this guestroom, I wasn’t expecting well… company. Not with how busy my partners and I have been in Kazimierz,” Margaret hastily apologized. She saw Viviana smile at her before going back to running her hand over the bed, which calmed her nerves somewhat, though there was still the lingering anxiety over knowing what they intended to do in her Aunt’s house.
“Oh, right, to clarify, this is my Aunt Zofia’s guestroom, I just happen to be using it,” Margaret explained.
Viviana picked up and rubbed the sheet between her fingers for a moment before turning back towards Margaret. “So, this isn’t your house?” She asked.
Margaret nodded. “My uh… family estate is a little ways from here. My bedroom is technically there, but… I’m not staying in it at the moment.”
“Too many memories?”
“You see right through me,” Margaret replied. She then closed the distance between herself and Viviana, who grabbed her waist once she was close enough to pull her in further. Margaret responded by placing her hands upon Viviana’s hips, and together the two stood silently for a moment holding each other with nothing but the gentle ticking of a clock in the background to break the silence.
“I’d like to show you, though, if we have the time,” Margaret stated as the two began to sway ever so slightly from side to side. “My childhood room, that is. Or just… room, I guess… I never really changed it much on account of my exile and how much time I spent travelling.”
“My, will I get to see some of your childhood toys, Margaret? I think that would be so cute!” Viviana teased, getting Margaret to blush and look subtly off to the side of her head.
“Unfortunately, I’m fairly certain Uncle Młynar has sold them all by now…” Margaret stated, pausing to see and hear Viviana’s immediate disappointment. “But I used to have a generous collection of knight figurines… and… I bet he hasn’t discovered my secret magazine stash…”
“Magazines? Of what kind?” Viviana asked, but before Margaret could give an answer, she quickly added, “Wait, like…?”
Margaret’s silence and blush were all she needed.
“Well, it gives me more to work with… and more pleasure in knowing what goes on beyond all that physical and metaphorical armour you wear.”
Another silent moment later, and Margaret had shed her blush for a genuine smile. She leaned forward just enough to put her forehead against Viviana’s cheek and sighed.
“For you, I have no armour left. You’ve stripped it all away, and for the first time in a long while… I feel vulnerable…” Margaret said softly, sighing into Viviana’s neck again.
Viviana rolled her lips into Margaret’s forehead for a light kiss and ended by pulling Margaret in tight for a proper hug.
“I can just be me, Margaret.”
“I feel the same… I can’t even remember the last time I could just be Viviana with anyone else.”
They then held each other by hips and shoulders, smiling warmly until Viviana slowly let go. She then backed up against the front of the bed until she gently fell back onto it, inviting Margaret closer in the process. She continued to smile, and casually kicked off her boots before shimmying herself further across the sheets. Margaret, by contrast, raised a hand halfway to her chest, stopping right at the top of her stomach, and she both gulped and blushed visibly as Viviana spread herself ever more so atop her bed, crumpling the sheets up further in the process.
Eventually, Viviana took notice of Margaret’s seeming apprehension and extended a limp hand toward her. “What is the matter, my knight? Surely you can help me get undressed, at least?”
“R-Right,” Margaret replied after a soft cough, quickly climbing onto the mattress on her knees, just to the side of Viviana’s thighs.
Like herself, Viviana brought a rather casual dress to her date, it was definitely a date now; she just wore some simple black leggings and a black button-up blouse, her coat already having been removed before entering the guestroom. Still, she was more dressed up than Margaret herself, which Margaret realized when Viviana reached across to run her fingertips across her exposed abdomen between her shorts and crop top.
“Oh? Are you ticklish, Margaret?” Viviana asked as Margaret flinched at her impromptu touch.
Margaret shook her head. “Just… unprepared, that’s all.”
“They’re very nice, you know.”
“Pardon?”
Viviana chuckled, and to make her point she traced some of the lines of Margaret’s thick stomach muscles with her fingertip.
Now understanding, Margaret nodded and gulped again as she pinched the bottom button on Viviana’s blouse
And then paused.
“...You alright, Margaret?”
Margaret took a deep breath and exhaled. “You’re okay with this, right?” She asked.
Viviana nodded. “Whatever you’d like. I just want us to enjoy ourselves.”
With that assurance, Margaret began to deftly undo all of the buttons, ending with peeling the blouse down and off Viviana’s arms as she leaned forward, her face just centimetres from Margaret’s chest all the while. She wore a lacy black bra underneath, not quite lingerie level, but close, almost like she had been expecting this, Margaret thought privately.
Next would be her leggings, but again, she paused just as the fingers of one hand curled under the band. Margaret pressed the palm of the other lightly against Viviana’s stomach, not as well defined as her own, with only the faintest outline of muscle, but still undeniably soft.
She found herself rubbing Viviana’s stomach without thinking not too long after.
“...Margaret…?”
The Radiant Knight sighed but made no other reply.
“...Would you like me to take over, Margaret?”
That got her attention, and as Margaret looked back up from Viviana’s stomach to her eyes, she blushed again.
“Ah… I’m sorry,” Margaret apologized, rubbing one of her shoulders as she looked away slightly. “This doesn’t usually happen to me.”
Viviana smiled warmly and pulled herself up by Margaret’s shoulders to kiss her on the cheek. “No worries, sweetheart. Besides, as champion, you deserve a grand reward, don’t you?”
Before Margaret could reply, or do anything at all, Viviana flipped her over onto her back with surprising speed and strength. She held onto her arms, pinning Margaret against the mattress with her hands gripping her biceps.
Once again, Margaret gulped, and now a bead of sweat running down her forehead to add.
Viviana wasted no time in pulling Margaret’s crop top and underlying sports bra off, letting her enjoy the view of the Radiant Knight’s bare chest.
“They’re… bigger than they look,” Viviana said, giving each of Margaret’s breasts a playful squeeze. “But… I’m guessing your outfit is meant to be constraining for practicality reasons?”
Margaret chuckled to herself, feeling a new blush come on as Viviana hovered over her while continuing to play with her breasts. “They’re uh, not the only thing you may find surprising you with their size.” She cautioned.
That comment certainly caught Viviana’s attention, and she sat upright atop Margaret’s hips with a curious look across her face.
“My, Margaret, is that an invitation?” She cooed.
Margaret swallowed, blinked, then nodded slightly with her head against the pillows. “Please,” she wheezed needily.
Viviana nodded and shifted her knees so she was seated next to Margaret. She then popped the buttons on Margaret’s shorts and in one fluid motion, pulled both them and her undergarments down past her knees.
Margaret wheezed again as her hard member sprung forth into the air, and Viviana found herself staring and humming to herself as she admired her date’s equipment.
“If you’re thinking of a joke, please don’t,” Margaret eventually pleaded, drawing confused blinks from Viviana.
“My dear knight, why would I ever joke about something and someone so beautiful?”
Margaret immediately covered her face with both hands and sighed, but as Viviana leaned over to make sure she hadn’t upset her, Margaret removed her hands to reveal an amazingly wide smile.
“You just have such a way with words, you know?” Margaret commented. Viviana leaned down completely to share a kiss with her, during which she saw the faintest collection of tears. Then, as they locked lips, Viviana reached to her other side and found Margaret’s still stiff and upwards dick.
Margaret moaned into Viviana’s lips as she began gently stroking her.
Her hips bucked once into Viviana’s palm, and she cooed as she felt a fresh new drop of warmth from Margaret’s tip. Viviana leaned back and brought her hand to her lips so she could lick it clean in full view of Margaret, who could only blush uselessly as she tried her hardest not to let her embarrassment take over completely.
“You taste good, Margaret,” Viviana complimented earnestly. “How do you feel about letting me go down on you all the way?”
Margaret blinked a few times before letting her eyes stay wide and alarmed. “You, uhh… there’s a lot to take in, as you can see.”
Viviana shook her head and blew a kiss from above. “Let’s just say this wouldn’t be the first sword I’ve swallowed,” She stated. Margaret wondered if she was being metaphorical or literal, but because she could think of asking, Viviana had turned around and crawled back across the bed until her head was aligned with her crotch, where she then fully removed her shorts.
Margaret raised her head to get a better look, but not a moment later she fell back and moaned loudly as Viviana’s lips swallowed her tip. She flicked her tongue against Margaret’s underside, each contact bringing more shivers and hums from the Radiant Knight beneath her.
But then, as Viviana started to descend further down Margaret, her moans and hums started to get replaced by giggles and chuckles.
Eventually, Viviana popped off Margaret’s tip and looked at her puzzlingly. Margaret raised her head to show a silly smile and answered Viviana’s curiosity thusly.
“Your antlers… my thighs…”
Viviana raised an eyebrow briefly but quickly realized what was happening. “You are ticklish!” she accused, pointing at Margaret as she turned away in embarrassment.
“Sometimes… the same happens with Shining…” Margaret stated, covering her face with a hand but still peeking back at Viviana between two of her fingers. “Do… does it ever bother you?”
“Only while they’re growing and still sensitive. Aside from that, I’ve gotten used to them over the years.” Viviana stated. “In a month or two, they’ll shed, and then I can enjoy around half a year or so of not needing to turn sideways to enter a doorway.”
They both laughed openly, ending with the two smiling at each other once again.
“Well, I’ve got an idea then,” Viviana stated, and she stood up from the bed to begin peeling down her leggings. Margaret leaned up and watched, wondering if Viviana was planning to ride her.
“I uh, don’t have any condoms here, sorry.” Margaret pointed out sheepishly.
Viviana, however, shook her head and got back onto the bed on her knees, only up close to Margaret’s shoulders this time. “Oh, I’m still planning on swallowing you whole, my dear knight. Just… going to try a different angle.”
Margaret figured out her intentions quickly, and she held onto Viviana’s hips as she started to lay across Margaret’s torso, toward her hips. She then helped guide Viviana until her lower lips were positioned right above her face.
She saw her drip, and down below, she knew Viviana could see her throb.
Viviana reconnected her lips with Margaret’s tip just as she pressed down lightly against Margaret’s tongue. They both shook and hummed into each other, and Margaret took additional pleasure in squeezing Viviana’s shapely rear. If she could see past her curves, she would notice her small tuft of a tail squirming in place, but Viviana found time to add additional stimulation to Margaret by gently massaging the underside of her balls.
There, they remained joined end to end for a couple of minutes, each taking admiration of the other’s stamina and trying their best to give each other the best ride of their life.
Viviana proved her earlier claim when Margaret felt her soft cheeks brush against bare skin at her base, while Margaret did her best to match the intensity against Viviana’s clit.
In the end, both concluded that this tryst had become another rematch between them.
But unlike their first match, they could dance for real, without interruption.
Margaret ended up finishing first, and with little warning given to Viviana, given how occupied her lips were. Still, Viviana managed her well, only stopping to come for air briefly after the shocks faded from Margaret’s body, though she returned soon after to lick the remaining seed clean.
She then sat harder upon Margaret’s face, giving her just the last bit of pressure needed to send Viviana over.
By the end, they each lay on their backs, head to toe, slowly breathing, calming their hearts.
“I guess… you won this time…” Margaret joked.
Viviana chuckled in between breaths, eventually joking back, “We’re even, then.”
They then spent the afterglow cuddling atop each other, Viviana face down in Margaret’s spacious chest, kissing her repeatedly as Margaret stroked her head.
They later cleaned up before the day would be done, and sat outside once more to enjoy a final drink together before Viviana would return to her dwelling. Margaret told her all about her family and invited her to dinner whenever the next time all of them would be together again, while Viviana extended the offer of giving her a tour of her homeland should Margaret ever find herself in Leithania.
They then stood up and shared a hug and a kiss, wishing each other goodbye, but knowing in their hearts it wasn’t a farewell.
However, out of the corner of Viviana’s eye, Margaret saw a tiny blip. It was a flash, one that came from far away, but visible nonetheless.
“I can’t believe…” Margaret muttered into Viviana’s lips as she pulled away, leaving her confused.
“Margaret?” Viviana asked as Margaret slowly turned around. “What’s wrong?”
“You there, in the bush. Get out.” Margaret called out.
Viviana stepped forward, standing shoulder to shoulder with Margaret. “You don’t think… wait…”
Huffing once more, Margaret shook her head before deciding to run off into the garden.
“K… Kurwa!”
Not a second later, a hooded figure stood up in a group of perennials and tried to flee the scene, but Margaret gained on them quickly, and just before they reached the gate, a whirl of fire erupted ahead, stopping them in their tracks.
Margaret looked back briefly to see Viviana grinning and standing at the edge of the patio with an originium wand outstretched in her hand.
Meanwhile, the photographer shook visibly, and once Viviana joined her, Margaret turned them around by the shoulder and pulled back their hood, revealing a scared, young, probably still teenaged, brown-haired Feline girl holding a camera halfway up her face.
Margaret frowned, and the girl held the camera up higher as if to block an inevitable incoming blow.
“Please… I need these pictures… I’ve got mouths to feed…” She pleaded.
Viviana tapped on Margaret’s shoulder and the two leaned toward each other to whisper back and forth, ending with them both nodding in agreement.
“You can keep them,” Viviana said, causing the girl to breathe a heavy sigh of relief.
“But in return, we’d like you to take a few more, got enough film?” Margaret then asked.
The photographer girl smiled and nodded.
…..
Unfortunately, they found little opportunity to spend more time together the following day, but at least Margaret managed to say goodbye and send Viviana off on her journey to Leithania.
Late that night, Margaret walked into her childhood room with a small cardboard box and sighed.
Her bed was still there, alongside a small desk and chair, but otherwise, the room was barren. No toys, books, or other furniture remained; it seemed Maria’s reports of the family’s finances were not exaggerated. She walked over to her desk and pulled out the chair to sit down. There, with her box in her lap, she opened the top and began taking out item after item.
They were all framed pictures: one of herself, Maria and Zofia from before her exile, one from her, Shining, and Liz’s wedding, another from a birthday party at Rhodes, with Amiya, the Doctor and many others cheering in the background.
Side by side she set them up across her desk, then took out a slip from her pocket, a photograph that had yet to be adorned by a frame.
She leaned it in between two of the pictures, herself and Viviana smiling, holding hands.
Margaret leaned back in her chair and sighed softly.
“Wish you were here.”