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A/N: Unsure of what to name this I took lyrics from 'Love to Love You Baby' by Donna Summer! I've had this idea for years and then thought: no one has written it, so it might as well be me: it was destined to be!
A/N(2): Here are some of my past Edelthea fics (my writing has vastly improved, but I still love them story and character-wise): A Companionship Worth an Opera Play, Five Kisses from a Commoner, One from the Emperor, The Princess and The Commoner; The Songstress and The Emperor. The best NSFW ones: To Love, Even a Monster (Hegelthea smut) & A Song Shared Between Two (Companion piece to 'A Companionship Worth an Opera Play).
Inside her dressing room Dorothea regards her costumed self in the mirror with a keen smile on her face. Today she will be staring in The Lady of Hresvelg as the emperor herself! She can still perfectly see Edelgard groaning in dismay that she is to play her, but it is just for this one time. People want to see a grand opera, and they want the emperor to be captured by no amateur but the great Mystical Songstress herself. Plus it means she will get to see a flustered Edie cowering in the audience as she bellows about her traits both known and unknown to the world.
Dorothea regards her clothing and hairstyle for any mishaps. The costume is not entirely accurate to Edelgard’s clothes: theatrics means exaggerating certain parts and taking liberties with the costs. Her hair is done in the twin-buns hairstyle, fitted with a not-so elegant looking headpiece: the horns are made smaller, supposedly to look less intimidating. The red dress is tailored to accentuate her curves and her breasts; poor Edie would be flustered about the design choice. The armoured arms and boots are not metalwork of course, but rather canvas-sewn clothing to give it the illusion of being metallic. The cape is the most accurate part of the costume; it is strikingly similar that one—a certain Hubie—may mistake her for having stolen it.
It’s a poor man’s imitation of Edelgard, but Edelgard has made it clear to the Mittlefrank Opera Company that Dorothea will only play her for one play so it matters not. When she thinks how Edelgard said to everyone present in the company that no story about her is complete without Dorothea—that she must be an equal and in the foreground—leaves Dorothea smiling and crinkling her eyes fondly. Edie really is something special.
Regarding herself in the mirror makes her think about Edelgard’s features. Edie has lovely high cheekbones, creamy skin, and gorgeous eyes that say so much about her and suit her so perfectly that only a god could craft such perfection. Her tall and curvy figure is a sharp contrast to Edelgard’s body: Edie has a lovely muscular stature, and she is short (which makes her utterly adorable). Even the scars she abhors are a mark of her greatest beauty: her strength, and whenever she treated Edelgard’s injuries she always let her know those very thoughts.
Thinking about Edelgard’s beauty makes her recall how her beloved is still frightened of sex.
Whenever they try to get physical, even outside sexual intimacy, she notices shame present in her beloved’s eyes whenever she backs away, terrified of the likes of someone about to be crushed by a Demonic Beast. One time when she pinned her against the wall to kiss her Edelgard quickly appeared behind her and twisted her arm around to slam her into the wall with the response of a frightened person trying to survive. Once when she used her fingers to tip-toe and skate along Edelgard’s arm the emperor screamed that a rat is clambering over her. Even cuddling in bed causes Edelgard to flinch; in daylight it is fine, for she can see her, but at night she is frightened.
Most upsetting of all is how guilty Edelgard looks every time, how she fires apologies as if she is the one making her uncomfortable, always belittling her traumatic memories for preventing her from making love to the woman she loves with all her heart.
Yet even she finds the idea of making love to be daunting. All of her sexual experiences have not been on equal terms or between people who love and respect her. To the partner she was but a beautiful toy made to pleasure them, not a person with needs and boundaries. Even outside sex the suitor, be that man or woman, was only ever interested in touching and pawing her like a fine pet or fancy ornament. Sometimes the touches were violent tugs from men who couldn’t take ‘no’ for an answer. So though different circumstances and reasoning she completely understands and relates to Edie.
But they are slowly working to overcome their boundaries. When Edelgard grew accustomed to her hugging her from behind she would pepper kisses the heart cut-out. Edelgard always asked her if it is okay to do this and that, and whenever she said yes then Edie would chastely kiss her neck or an exposed shoulder. They will get there eventually.
Now she finds herself feeling rather… experimental.
Staring at the mirror she licks her bottom lips at the thought of pleasuring herself in the image of Edelgard. It will be like Edie is here touching her and pleasuring her. Oh she has fantasised many times having sex with Edelgard whenever she had sex with a suitor during that phase when she used sex to distract her thoughts of war. She has the perfect picture, and being a diva she has quite the vivid imagination. There is plenty of time until the show begins, so why not indulge in her sexual desires.
Oh… oh she can imagine herself pleasuring Edelgard.
Using her own fingers while dressed as Edie will be like pleasuring her beloved. So she will be both pleasuring herself and metaphorically her Edie. That sounds… well she finds herself feeling hot and bothered. Perhaps acting out her desires will enable her to grow comfortable with making love to Edelgard.
She takes off her gloves and sets them on the table. She unbuttons her dress to expose her breasts. She hikes up and bunches the skirt so eventually her fingers will dip into her cunt. Her imagination takes hold, painting a marvellous canvas that has her purring. Edelgard enters her dressing room looking annoyed that Dorothea is not a star alongside her and not the woman who is indispensable to her. Dorothea would not—and still doesn’t, truth be told—believe she is special or incredible, and she perfectly hears as if saying it in the present when she tells Edie sullenly that very thought.
Edelgard wishes to show how much she means to her, so she closes the gap and leans in to kiss her like a woman starved for her beloved’s love. By some magnetic force Dorothea leans against the mirror and sloppily kisses and tongues the reflection. Edelgard kisses her like someone unloading their soul unto her: you are incredible, you are special, you are too good for me, and so forth. Lipstick stains and smudges the mirror as Dorothea continues making out with the reflection. It doesn’t matter, not when the fantasy is too good.
Bashfully Edelgard requests if she may touch her. Dorothea moans out a yes against the mirror—against Edie’s lips. Edelgard pulls away as Dorothea does, and informs her with that lovely solicitous look upon her face that if she makes her uncomfortable or she is forcing herself then she can tell her to stop anytime. Then Edelgard takes off her crown, moon in hair-form falling in silvery cascades, places it on the table, and resumes by kissing along Dorothea’s neck with such feathery kisses that hold nothing but kindness and consideration. Something wet is felt against Dorothea’s cheeks, and she realises she is crying just picturing how gentle Edie would be with her—how for the first time in her life she is handled with love and as a person.
Dorothea brings a hand to her exposed breast and thumbs the hardened nipple. She chokes out a light moan and tilts her head back. Taking advantage of this Edelgard places some kisses along the column of the throat while continuing touching Dorothea’s nipple. Dorothea breathlessly and quietly utters ‘Edie’ to the ceiling; to the Goddess herself to let her know of the woman she loves. She yelps when she imagines Edelgard carefully taking a nipple into her mouth to suckle it. When Dorothea looks down she sees lilac eyes regard her intensely for any discomfort, and to showcase that she only feels loved she leans forward to hungrily capture Edie’s mouth. Her nose tingles upon crashing into the mirror, almost ruining the fantasy, but she ploughs into Edelgard’s mouth with her soul.
Her groin feels on fire, begging for it to be treated immediately. She moans beseechingly to Edelgard to bring a hand to the juncture of her thighs. With one hand at her breast the other lowers into her smallclothes and tousles with the brown hair at the juncture. Edelgard looks at her to seek her permission, and pulling away from the mirror Dorothea rests against the chair and says please. Thus after some additional tousling Edelgard starts tracing a perimeter against her labia with a gentleness not associated with one that handles axes like nothing. Dorothea brings her head back to stare at the ceiling again, her finger still tracing the dewy around her folds and the other rubbing her nipple, her face contorted in the throes of pleasure.
She hears Edie uttering nervously if she is capable of being gentle, once again worrying for her and only her. Dorothea musters a smile through her panting as she perfectly pictures staring at her beloved, and chokes out that none have ever treated her so lovingly and delicately like her. Once Edie develops the confidence she inserts a finger into her cunt. Her back feels like a bowstring being pulled back as Dorothea arches against the chair. She convulses as she increases the speed of her fingering. Her bottom lips disappear under the top, and she shuts her eyes tightly as she pants and moans with every insert. The hand massaging her breast halts for a moment, but somehow she develops the awkward rhythm of rubbing it while fingering herself.
Edelgard dares using another finger, and Dorothea humps and rocks against the pallor hand and chair. The chair is positively staining under her, a sticky sensation that massages her thighs and buttocks that only add to Dorothea’s ecstasy. She keeps uttering ‘Edie’ over and over with every rock, the only chant she will ever wish to willingly utter. With her thumb she circles her clit, and then her moans turn into cries and ‘Edie’ transforms into ‘Edelgard’. With how she is aggressively rocking against the chair she believes she may fall back, but she doesn’t care. No, not when it feels so good, so wonderful; her Edie, her beloved, oh she’s wonderful.
Edelgard comes to a stand while she continues to rub her clit and finger her, her face flushed with a thrill she never imagined to experience. Seeing that loving smile and creased lilac eyes possess Dorothea and she throws herself against the mirror to smoulder her Edie with love and gratitude that cannot be put into any words.
She climaxes with a cry against her beloved: ‘Edelgard~!’
She breathes heavily against the mirror, her hand that had been against her breast supporting against the device. Saliva drools from her lips, and she wipes it once she pulls away to sit comfortably in her stained seat. Feeling the sticky sensation of her hand in her cunt she takes it out and admires the liquid. The final image is of Edelgard appearing redder than a ruby and spluttering with embarrassment, only to then beam with radiance and joy at having done something marvellous for her.
She looks at the mirror and notes how utterly dishevelled she looks; the buns have so many strands undone, and the dress is all wrinkled. Her lipstick has smudged along her cheeks. The mirror looks utterly filthy with the lipstick having vandalised it, and she sees some fogged out parts from when she was panting through her nose against it.
The mirror…
…Yes, that is perfect.
Now it is Edelgard’s turn.
The imaging conjures Edelgard standing before her and the mirror, in which Dorothea states that she very much would love to pleasure her Edie. Although reluctant after much encouraging words that she finds her beautiful and that the scars articulate her true beauty as a person of strong convictions she abides. Realistically Edelgard’s dress would take forever to divest, but the fantasy makes it in almost an instance. Fully naked before her Dorothea ardently licks her lips at the sight of this scarred marble muscular deity of waist-long moon hair and stunning lilac eyes. Edie still looks unsure and her eyes close tightly and her face contorts to that of someone feeling vehement shame. Words alone will not make her feel beautiful.
Well that is where the mirror comes into play.
Dorothea requests that Edelgard sits on her lap facing the mirror. Although unsure of why she obeys; Dorothea can practically feel Edie sit upon her laps. From this position Edelgard can clearly see her entire naked and scarred form before her in the mirror, as well as Dorothea resting her head upon her shoulder so that her beloved doesn’t feel frightened of hands snaking from behind. Now she is going to show how absolutely stunning her Edie is by ravishing her.
Dorothea brings both her hands to her breasts. In the fantasy she snakes them in front of Edelgard’s pallor skin and proceeds to massage them. Edelgard whimpers, and for a moment Dorothea thinks she unintentionally conjured a terrible memory, only for Edie to whisper for her to continue. She massages those breasts with a delicateness that she has never given to another. Cute squeaks and moans emit from Edelgard, a song composed only for Dorothea to hear. She thrusts up in the chair as if Edelgard herself is flinching upwards with every pinch and rubbing of her nipples.
Slack-jawed and red all over Dorothea admires Edelgard’s reflection in the mirror, drinking in the scars and the way Edie’s white lashes flutter. With one hand she grasps Edelgard’s chin and guides it to her mouth to smoulder it in a mighty kiss. Edelgard groans into the kiss as Dorothea continues massaging her breast. Dorothea nearly breaks the fantasy when she pinches her nipple a bit too hard, but the image of Edie being openly trustful to her and coming undone is too overpowering.
Removing the hand from Edie’s chin she then snakes it down to the hair at the juncture of the thighs. Playing with her brown curls Dorothea pictures white curls in its place, and pulling away from the kiss she admires this gorgeous woman upon her laps in the mirror. When Edelgard voices that she wants her to continue, to claim her soul and body (so typical a thing Edie would say) and looks into her eyes to assure her to go for it, Dorothea gladly traces a perimeter against her labia.
Edelgard throws her head back against her chest, huffing and puffing towards the ceiling, and Dorothea smiles adoringly down at the woman before her. She tells her Edie to watch the mirror closely as she ravishes her, and to finally accept with proof before her that she is stunning. Poor seat is being stained and soaked once again, but she will clean it after the show. Finally she fingers Edelgard’s cunt. Dorothea flinches in her seat, almost falling back in the process. Edelgard lets out a lovely carnal noise of wanton pleasure, and Dorothea desires and needs to hear more.
She fingers her slowly so not to frighten her beloved. Watching the mirror to gauge her face Dorothea sees how Edelgard’s hair sticks to her forehead and how her mouth is dislocated to allow every moan, whimper, and huff to escape her. When Dorothea feels a hand on her thigh give her an assuring squeeze to increase the pace she does so with ardent glee. Dorothea bounces along her seat in the reality, but in the fantasy Edelgard rides her finger to kingdom come and jostles upon her lap as if riding a horse. The subtle wet noises with every fingering timed to Edie’s carnal sounds is more wondrous than any opera.
Most intoxicating of all is seeing how Edelgard trusts her and manages to utter through her moans how much she loves her… and how she doesn’t deserve her. The ‘not deserve’ part makes Dorothea insert another finger and for her to shut her beloved’s mouth with her own. Edie’s moans and whimpers ring in Dorothea’s head. With her free hand she once again massages her breast—Edelgard’s breast. By some miracle Edelgard doesn’t topple off her laps. Retracting from the kiss Dorothea admires the reflection of her beloved enjoying their love making and not recoiling from the sight of her scars.
When Dorothea thumbs Edelgard’s clit in tune to her fingering Edelgard chokes out a yelp. That noise, even if it is an imagining, will haunt Dorothea for days, months, and years to follow. She can even feel Edie soiling her thighs; she’s drenching her, and Dorothea wouldn’t have it any other way. She hears Edelgard utter her name over and over, and goodness when did Edelgard ever chant? Dorothea has made her a blasphemer.
Aloud Dorothea whispers how much she loves Edelgard: her Edie, her beloved, her everything. Somehow her words tip Edelgard over the edge as she screams into her mouth and climaxes against her hand. Dorothea stops massaging her breast and fingering herself, and throws her head back to exhale a mighty breath. She feels hair tickle her nose when Edelgard practically collapses against her person, and though a fantasy on instinct Dorothea wraps an arm around Edelgard’s waist (the air) to stop her from falling. She allows her Edie to rest against her person as the two huff and puff to regain their stamina. Dorothea kisses along Edelgard’s earlobe and down her neck out of pride. She purrs at the reflection of Edelgard’s clear sticky thighs. She whispers how proud of her she is, and she utters ‘I love you’ over and over. Edelgard whispers ‘I love you’ over and over as well: it is their duet.
The final image is Edelgard looking over her shoulder with a dazed yet adoringly grateful look upon her sweaty and flushed face, smiling that rare beautiful genuine smile of hers, uttering that she did not expect her day to go like this. When the fantasy fades Dorothea wants to slouch down her chair.
Well she is utterly exhausted.
But she has the sloppiest and goofiest grin on her face.
Goddess she can’t wait to tell Edie after the show how she was preparing.
A/N: Well... I hoped you enjoyed it!
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