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Sarah Alder strode across the training greens, her mind darting everywhere except where it was supposed to be. She had paperwork that needed to be done last night, but the distraction prevented her from completing it, and she poured her nightcap with a heavy hand, hoping to get some rest. It was no use and she ended up sitting in her quarters and staring at the ceiling until she drug herself up and into her office when the new day broke. After unsuccessfully attempting to finish her paperwork for several more hours, she sighed and stood. It was now mid-morning, and if she hadn’t gotten it done yet, it wasn’t going to get done. She had tried denying the distraction, ignoring it, avoiding it, but there was nothing she could do to stop the pull of her body and heart. She had to see Tally Craven. The young woman caught Sarah’s eye the first time she saw her, but until the Biddy bond, she was able to ignore her attraction to the young redhead. As she crossed the freshly cut grass, she let her mind wander back to their first ‘meeting’.
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“You are among your own kind now.” Sarah stood behind a podium in the assembly hall, giving the speech that she gave every few months to the new recruits. She looked past the bright spotlight and scanned her eyes across the crowd of young women. She intended to have a quick once-over, but her eyes caught on a young redhead in the middle of one of the rows. She had big brown eyes shining with youthful innocence, and Sarah felt a pang in her heart. This young woman didn’t belong here, in the military. ‘Sarah, you’re staring,’ one of her biddies called through the link. She realized that she had been looking at the girl for several seconds and failed to speak. She cleared her throat and continued her speech. “A blessing on this place, this witches’ place.” Sarah finished her address and the sound of dozens of stomping feet filled the hall. She scanned the crowd once more, and found the redhead drumming her feet so enthusiastically that her hair whipped around her face. Sarah sighed, and strode from the stage.
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After that first night, Sarah seemed to see Tally everywhere. She knew it was likely because she was in tune with the blonde, and her eyes noticed her more, but it just seemed like they kept ending up in the same place at the same time. Even so, it was easy enough to stomp down her attraction and intrigue towards the bubbly young woman. That was until the Tarim mission
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One moment, she was fighting the Camarilla, with Tally behind her, using her sight to give her direction, the next thing she knew, the world was going dark. In a matter of seconds, two of her biddies were killed and she was hit in the neck with some sort of dart. As the years that the deceased biddies carried transferred back to Sarah, she was no longer able to hold herself up and crumpled to her knees. Everything was fading, and she sensed Tally running and dropping to a crouch in front of her. Tally took her face in her hands and looked back at the biddies; “Take me!” she yelled hoping that the group of women could hear her over the loud sound of the chopper’s blades. Sarah wanted to scream. To tell her to let her die, not to sacrifice herself like this. For the first time in over 300 years, Sarah Alder was ready to die. She even wanted to die, so she could save the woman in front of her from the fate of bearing her years. As much as she tried, she could not get the words out before the biddies simultaneously sang a complex seed, drawing Tally into their ranks. As Sarah felt her body regain strength, she watched the beautiful woman before her shrivel and weaken. The sight devastated her, and she didn’t know how to cope. She gathered Tally’s frail body into her arms, and carried her to the helicopter. She was so stunned at what had happened, she barely noticed the other two thirds of the Bellweather unit leaving the copter, and the subsequent explosion. Even when she realized what had happened, she was so numb to the world, that she couldn’t find it in her to care. She comforted Tally the best she could, stroking her hair, the once vibrant locks now mostly white. She turned to the window and looked at her reflection. Her face was slack and her eyes bloodshot. Why did she care so much about what happened to the young cadet? She took new biddies on a regular basis, and never once had it upset her like this. She sighed and decided to give up on the train of thought, as it wouldn’t change anything regardless.
~ After they had arrived back from the mission, Tally stayed in the attached biddies dorm for several days, physically unable to be far from Sarah. She instructed the other woman to provide Tally with everything she needed and wanted, and not to push her to do any of the work that they were doing. Of course being the headstrong woman that Tally was, and because she had retained her bubbly demeanor, Tally was happy, even insistent to help.
~ As much as Sarah liked having Tally close to her, she wanted more than anything to give the other woman her life back. She gave her scientist, Izadora, permission to put all projects on hold, while they tried to find a way to reverse the biddy-fication. After close to a week, Izadora said she was ready. She gathered all her biddies, Tally, and Alice, who would take Tally’s place, replacing her as a new Biddy. They all headed down to the chamber where the transfer process would take place. Laying in the chair, Sarah braced herself for the pain. She would suffer through torture of breaking the bond over and over, if it meant Tally would reclaim her original, healthy form. After the procedure was over, once she had returned to her office and Tally to her dorm, she noticed that the procedure had not worked exactly as she expected. While not having the mental connection, she could feel the distance between Tally and herself, and had a vague sense of the redhead’s emotions. She sighed and decided to call Izadora the next day to ask.
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When she spoke to the scientist the next morning, she was told that the remnants of the bond were expected, and were likely nothing to be concerned over. She asked Sarah whether or not she should look into it more, and after a moment of thought, she told the scientist that there were more important projects she’d rather her work on. She put the phone back onto its receiver, and slumped back in her office chair, losing her severe military image for a moment. She wondered if what she was feeling affected Tally too
~ It had been a few weeks since then, and every day had been harder and harder. Around a week in, she got her answer to whether or not Tally was affected. Her biddies had alerted her to the red-head lingering in her hallway on several occasions. The day before, she had gotten up to answer the door that the young woman was silently standing behind, only to have Tally scurry away when she reached for the handle, obviously sensing her proximity. This led to her unfinished paperwork, and her trip to find Tally. Entering Circe dorm, she felt tendrils of nervousness web their way into her body. Sarah was over three hundred years old, and nervousness was something she thought she left behind in her first century. The unaccustomed feeling put her on edge. ‘It’s just Tally,’ she told herself ‘She’s the least intimidating witch to ever live.’
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As she slowly walked down the hall that the Bellweather dorm was located on, she tried to think of a way to get Tally separated from the rest of her unit. She signaled for her biddies to wait in the hallway. She wanted to speak to her alone, but what exactly she wanted to discuss, wasn’t apparent to her yet. Her planning wasn’t necessary, as when she rounded the doorway, the Redhead was alone in the room. She was standing in the front corner of the room, in front of a standing mirror. Sarah took another step into the room, and froze, seeing Tally squeezing her breasts together through her thin tank top, looking at her reflection in thought. Sarah cleared her suddenly dry throat, and announced herself
“Everything where it should be?” Tally whipped around, her face going red, and pupils blown wide at the sight of the General standing there, observing her half-dressed state
“Hi!” She squeaked out. “Yes, I think so!”
Not knowing which of her ancestors possessed her to do it, Sarah stepped forward.
“You think so?” She ran her eyes over the younger woman’s form, taking in her tank top, shorts, and open shower robe. The dampness of her hair and glistening moisture on her skin indicated that Tally had just taken a shower. Sarah longed to settle her hands on the curve to the redheads waist, to press her nose into the wet auburn locs. She realized she was taking another step forward, and she stopped herself. Perplexed at why she was coming onto the other woman, and why it felt so right. Her hesitation was pointless, as Tally moved towards her. Stopping only inches from the general, she said something that shocked them both.
“Yes, Thinking of it now, I’m actually unsure. Maybe you should check and make sure everything is in proper order.” As the words escaped Tally’s mouth, she turned a shade of crimson that had been unseen before this moment. As embarrassed as Tally was, she didn’t break eye contact with Sarah, and inched even closer, almost pressing herself against the older woman. Sarah swallowed once again. She knew this wasn’t proper, she knew it wasn’t ethical. She knew she should walk away now and attempt to distance herself from the situation. Even knowing everything she did, she couldn’t move away, watching Tally’s dark pupils overtake her irises. Sensing her hesitance, Tally lifted Sarah’s hands and pressed them to her breasts. “I need you. I can’t get you out of my head, and I know you’ve been thinking of me too. You’re in my thoughts all day and my dreams at night. This needs to happen General, please, for me?” As the words spilled out of Tally’s mouth, Sarah was unable to deny her request. She wanted Tally. Not only because of the pull in her chest. She wanted Tally for all she was; a beautiful, spirited, and persevering young woman. She sighed and stepped away from the young woman, shrugged her heavy uniform jacket from her shoulders and laid it on a chair a few feet away. She approached Tally again, who looked shell shocked that she had actually agreed to the proposal.
“You’re right Tally, I haven’t been able to get you out of my head. And as improper as this is, I want you. I need you, even.” She gave into her earlier desires, gripping the readhead by the waist and pulled her closer, nuzzling into her hair and down to her neck. Tally let out a whimper and Sarah quickly pulled back, looking at the other woman’s face for any discomfort.
Instead of bothering with a reply, Tally launched herself up and Captured the General’s lips in a searing kiss. Their teeth clashed as they both poured their unhappiness at being separated into the kiss. There was an all out war between them, as Sarah maneuvered them so that she had Tally pinned against the nearest wall. They eventually broke from the kiss with swollen lips, and Sarah went for Tally’s throat. Using her teeth and tongue, Sarah sucked and kissed marks onto Tally’s neck until she was sure that there would be no question as to whether or not Tally was available for the taking. Feeling the younger woman’s head thrown back and hearing the short pants in her ear only spurred Sarah on. She pushed the robe from Tally’s shoulders, and her hands moved to caress the breasts of the woman pinned under her. She nearly groaned at the feeling of Tally’s already hard nipples pressing through the thin barrier of her top. She had to restrain herself from ripping the piece of fabric from Tally’s body completely. Tally had no such restraint and shoved her hands downward, attempting to unbuckle Sarah’s belt. Noticing this, Sarah pinned the girls hands above her head and husked out.
“Are you sure you want this?”
“Yes, Goddess yes!” Tally answered with a wanton moan. Having the confirmation she needed, Sarah released the younger girl’s hands, and helped her shrug out of the soft cotton shorts she was wearing. Using her fingertips, she explored the dips and hollows of Tally’s belly and hips, toned from training, but still retaining their softness. As her hands moved to caress upper thighs, Tally began to whimper and plead, begging Sarah to touch her where she needed it most. Sliding her hand up a thigh, she paused, feeling that the redheads slickness was so abundant that it had began to coat her inner thighs, letting her know that Tally did want her, badly in fact. This and an insistent whine from the girl under her, lit an intense fire in her, that only completely satisfying Tally would put out.
“Please, I need you,” with that whispered plea, Sarah’s last vestiges of control slipped away, and she dipped the tips of her fingers into Tally’s heat. Running them lightly between swollen lips, until she bumped against a firm clit, Tally threw her head back in a silent scream, losing herself to the sensations that the general was causing her to feel. Sarah drug her fingers in firm circles around the younger woman’s clit, and lurched forward to latch her lips to Tally’s, hoping to swallow some of the girl’s loud moans. This continued for a bit, with Tally tensing and chasing a high, but never quite getting there. With a breathless gasp, Tally begged
“Goddess Sarah, I need you inside me!” Sarah’s first thought was to correct the cadet and scold her over the use of her given name, but it was quickly overpowered by the lust that hearing Tally’s request caused. She slid her fingers through Tally’s slit gathering her wetness, and without hesitation, pressed two fingers inside the girl. Tally pressed against the general with a gasp, arching her back up and away from the wall. Sarah groaned at how tight the silken walls around her fingers were. She had never been with a woman who felt this way before, and even though she wasn’t a man, the sensation of the warmth and tightness drove her wild, all the same. As Tally leaned back against the wall, Sarah began a slow push and pull of her fingers, Tally’s body seeming to cling to them and not want to let go. She pressed the redhead against the wall, continuing to explore her throat and shoulder with her mouth, while her fingers drove Tally to previously undiscovered heights. As the younger girl’s breathing began to pick up, Sarah pressed a knee between Tally’s thighs, using it to add pressure and to allow Tally to grind her hips down, pressing her clit into Sarah’s palm with each coordinated motion of hips and hand. Before long, the rooms was filled with the sound of Tally’s whimpered moans and the slick sounds of Sarah’s powerful thrusts bringing her closer to the edge. Tally’s hips began to stutter and she buried her face in the the General’s neck as her body began to seize and shake. As Sarah felt Tally’s walls pulse and tighten against her fingers, she continued in long show strokes, guiding the redhead through her orgasm. Boneless, Tally slumped forward into Sarah’s arms and giggled;
“That was nice.”
“I suppose it was,” Sarah chuckled. After a brief moment, she pulled her fingers from Tally and wiped them on her shirt, she reached in her pants pocket and pulled out a light colored handkerchief. She flicked it open and gently began to clean the mess between Tally’s thighs, missing the look of wonder the younger woman shot her at the unexpectedly gentle act. As she finished and pulled the piece of linen away, she let out a strangled gasp.
“Tally,” she whispered her eyes locked on the dark traces of blood on the white cloth. “No,no,no,” she breathed out, as she pushed Tally’s hair away from her neck, searching for her witches mark. Her heart dropping into her stomach as she saw it, emitting the the delicate blue glow that only came after a witch’s first time. She stumbled backwards, Tally falling into her as she hadn’t gotten steady on her feet yet.
“I’m so sorry!” She choked out. Tally was confused at the sight of an obviously distressed Sarah Alder. She had never seen her emotional like this, or at all, for that matter.
“What- I’m confused. I do-“ Sarah cut her off
“It was your first time Tally! You deserved so much better than this! Being fucked against a wall like an animal!” Tally could see the darkening of Sarah’s cheeks and the glaze of tears in her eyes, and the reality of the situation dawned upon her. The General was upset that this was how she had lost her virginity.
“Sar- General, I wanted this. I asked you for it,” Tally tried to console her. Even with Tally’s words, Sarah’s mind was still spinning. Having sex for the first time was an important event in a witches life. And she had carelessly taken that away from Tally. The sweet, bubbly girl that she had spent months coming to know and treasure, even if only in the sanctity of her mind. She continued stepping backwards until the backs her knees hit the edge of Tally’s bed and she collapsed onto it. Feeling something under her back, she pulled the lump from under her. Another wave of guilt tore through her as she looked at the well loved stuffed rabbit, one of it’s button eyes hanging on by a single thread. How could she have done this! Tally was so young, barely into adulthood. She wa-
She didn’t realize the other woman was in front of her until gentle hands took the rabbit from her and tossed it to the inner corner of the bed, next to the military issued pillow. The mattress sank down as Tally sat beside her, and gathered the generals hands in her own.
“Sarah, I wanted this, I needed this.”
“Tally, you’re so young, you deserved someone closer to you age who could have given you something spe-“
“Hey- look at me,” the General looked up into Tally’s warm brown eyes, a gentle smile on her rosy lips. “I chose you. I’ve wanted you since before the whole biddy thing even happened. Why do you think I almost gave my life to save you? You’ve been what I needed for a while, and I just didn’t know how to tell you. I wouldn’t have wanted this with anyone else.”
“You still deserved to have something special,” the General murmured, the awful feeling in the pit of her stomach settling slightly. Even if Tally wanted her, wanted what happened, she still wished she could have given her the experience in a different way. Something softer, more meaningful.
“Then show me? We can do it again, you can show me what you would’ve done, and it will be special all the same.” Tally’s freckled hand cupped Sarah’s face, and The older woman could see the honesty and trust in the girl’s sweet brown eyes. She sighed and knew if there was any chance she could make this up to Tally, she would take it. It wasn’t like she could ever get tired of the redhead’s slender form.
Turning to Tally, she nodded and leaned forward to kiss her softly. She cupped warm cheeks in her hands and stroked the delicate skin with her thumbs. Tally leaned into her, and Sarah welcomed her with affection, moving one of her hands to wrap around Tally’s waist, pulling her close. When they broke apart for air, Sarah ran her hands down Tally’s chest and belly, fiddling with the hem of her shirt, looking to Tally to see if what she wanted to do was okay.
“You can take it off, it’s not like you weren’t inside me a few minutes ago,” Tally giggled. The General winced but shot her a soft smile, and pulled the shirt up and over Tally’s head. She was entranced by the redheads smooth belly and small, but shapely breasts, both covered in a smattering of sepia colored freckles. There was a warm feeling growing in her chest, one that she hadn’t felt in many years. Affection. Somehow this sweet young woman had wormed her way into Sarah’s heart, and she was determined to show Tally how special she was, and how she deserved to be treated. She gently pushed on Tally’s shoulders, signaling for her to lay on the bed. The redhead flopped onto her back with a smile and a giggle. Sarah leaned over her, gently stroking down her stomach and moving lower to caress her thighs.
“Wait-“ Tally stopped her, “Aren’t you gonna take your clothes off?”
It stunned Sarah into silence for a moment. She didn’t remember the last time she had been naked in front of someone, bare and vulnerable. The thought intimidated her a bit.
“I mean-you don’t have to if you don-“
“No, it’s okay, you’re right” Sarah cut Tally off. She stood from the bed and let out a low hum, hitting the door with a powerful locking seed, something she probably should’ve done much earlier. Sarah started unbuttoning her white linen shirt, reminding herself that it was just Tally that would be seeing her; sweet, kind Tally. She continued to undress until she was just left in her utilitarian underthings. The younger woman’s eyes were glued to her as she removed the last articles in front of Tally. She crossed her arms over her chest, the strong General wholly unused to feeling vulnerable or weak in any way. Tally reached up and caressed her waist, hand coming to a stop resting at her hip.
“Goddess, you’re so beautiful. The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
Sarah gained confidence from Tally’s words and the wonder she could see on the redhead’s face. She climbed onto the bed and straddled Tally’s thighs. Ideally, Sarah would straddle her hips, but even though Tally was tall, she was still much shorter than Sarah, and the older woman wanted to be face to face with her young lover. She leaned forward, resting on her elbows, only inches from the younger’s face. Catching her eyes, she said “You’re something wonderful, Tally Craven, never forget that”.
At the awed look on Tally’s face, Sarah leaned down and pressed her lips to Tally’s. The kiss was soft and sweet, with no clashing of teeth or tongue. Sarah tried her hardest to use the kiss to covey how she felt about the girl. How she was amazed by her strength and perseverance, how she was wonderstruck by her beauty. Feeling Tally begin to wiggle and writhe beneath her, she knew that the younger girl was ready for more. She pulled back and once again looked Tally in the eyes;
“May I pleasure you with my mouth?”
Tally blushed a deep crimson at the request, and Sarah barely heard the squeaked ‘yes’ from where Tally had hidden her face in the pillow, suddenly filled with shyness. Sarah smiled, knowing that Tally had given her consent, and wanted something that Sarah desperately wanted to give her. When Tally gathered herself and peeked her face out of the pillow, Sarah pressed one more soft kiss to her lips, and began her downward descent, where she left blazing trails of pleasure with her hands and mouth.
Upon reaching her pubic bone, Sarah nosed into the thick patch of soft red curls, and inhaled softly, closing her eyes at the scent that could only be described as Tally. Seeing Tally looking down at her with desperate want in her eyes, Sarah decided not to torture her further, and after pressing a soft kiss to the redhead’s hip-bone, she moved down to where Tally needed her the most. When she was face level with Tally’s center, she had to hold back a groan. The girl’s lips were puffy and swollen, and her clit was so erect that Sarah could see it peeking out from under its delicate hood. She could feel the warmth coming from Tally in waves, and she didn’t hesitate, lowering her mouth onto Tally’s core. She ran her tongue in a firm stripe from entrance to clit, Tally throwing her head back, losing herself in a pleasure that she never could have dreamed of. Seeing that Tally was enjoying what she was doing, Sarah used her tongue and lips to massage tight circles around her clit. Tally fisted her hands in the bedsheets, and in a sweet gesture, Sarah raised her hand and grabbed one of Tally’s, lacing their fingers together. She wanted the younger woman to feel special and cared for, and if she was telling the truth, she also craved a grounding connection with Tally.
As the girl’s moans and whimpers became louder and closer together, Sarah lowered her mouth and began to push her tongue inside Tally, giving her a different type of pleasure. As she felt Tally’s thighs flex and heard the string of ‘ah,ah,ah’s fall from the girl’s mouth, Sarah knew that Tally was close. She continued pushing her tongue into Tally as deep as she could, and used her nose to bump Tally’s clit with every inward stroke. Within half a minute, Tally was on the edge of the precipice, one last squeeze of their joined hands and thrust of Sarah’s tongue had her falling over the edge. Her previous orgasm was amazing, but it was nothing like this. She felt like she was drowning and flying at the same time, soaring in ecstasy but unable to breathe. Wave after wave of pleasure rolled through her, and as she neared the end of her orgasm, her body couldn’t take anymore and she momentarily blacked out.
When she went limp, Sarah abandoned helping her ride out her orgasm, and crawled up the bed, gathering Tally in her arms. Dazed brown eyes flickered open and slowly focused on the older woman’s face. A small, almost bashful smile made its way onto Tally’s face.
“You were wonderful Tally. Absolutely amazing. Thank you for sharing this experience with me,” Sarah murmured into Tally’s ear, sensing the girl needed reassurance. Tally nuzzled into Sarah and placed a soft kiss on her shoulder.
“Oh-Do you need me to help you?“ Tally stuttered out, cheeks blushing. Sarah looked at the younger woman, who was clearly exhausted, and still half out of it.
“No Tally, you gave me all I need right now. I’d rather you rest, I can tell our activities took a lot out of you.” Tally nodded and burrowed further into Sarah’s lap, her head resting on the older woman’s breast. Within moments, she fell asleep, releasing soft puffs of air that caused the silky strands of her red hair to flutter around her face. Sarah held her for a while before regretfully settling her in bed, knowing she had meetings she needed to attend. She pulled the blanket over the redhead, and stood to dress herself.
Once she was ready to leave she glanced around the room once last time, and noticed a pad of paper and pens on the small wooden desk in the corner of the room. She made her way over, and let out an undignified snort at the pad of paper, each sheet having ‘Bellweather Enterprises’ printed at the top. She pulled off a sheet and smirked, what would Petra think if she knew that under her letterhead, Sarah was writing a note to a woman she had just thoroughly and lovingly ravished. She picked up the pen and began to write a quick note to Tally;
Tally,
Thank you again for what you shared with me. I cannot express what it means to me that you chose me for this. You may tell Sergeant Quartermaine that I have excused you from afternoon training.
Sarah sighed, knowing that when her daughter figure heard that she had excused Tally, she would tease her relentlessly. The normally stoic woman had been pestering her for weeks about when she would give into her ‘special connection’ with ‘Craven’. Putting the thought out of her mind, she continued.
I will send a balm up later today to help with any residual soreness. In the future, when you are free,I would like it if you would come visit me in my office, if that is something you would enjoy.
Struggling with trying to decide how to end the letter, she decided to go with her heart over her head, and finished;
Yours,
Sarah.
~ She folded the sheet of paper in half, and walked over to the bed where she slipped it under Tally’s hand. She smoothed her hair from her face, she looked at her one last time, and left the room. Walking back across the grounds to her office, Sarah Alder was sure of one thing. There would be no more staying away from Tally Craven.