Wincing in pain, Paralee cursed under her breath for a minute while the chamomile was applied. “You weren’t kidding, Armelle. I think that broke whatever mood I was in.” She turned her arm and looked at the paste. “Are you sure this is going to work?” She paused, “How do I know you aren’t drugging me so I will sleep and you get the reward for turning me in?” Paralee raised one eyebrow, “It is substantial as I understand it.”
Smiling wide, Armelle whistled while she picked the scabs from the other wounds and dressed them after tasting Paralee’s blood every time. “Three gold, as the guards are announcing. That would feed this household for over a year.” She shrugged and finished her healing work. “It is just chamomile, mixed with some soft grain and rose petals. I have used it on Matthieu many times. Does he look any worse for the wear, darling?” Armelle pced the lid back on the small can and wiped her fingers clean. “You trusted me to wash you, why are you paranoid now?”
“It has kept me free for the st…however many days it's been, I have lost track.” Paralee confessed, “It’s only been me and my dagger since the wedding.” She sat up and slid her graceful fingers along Armelle’s cheeks. “Pardonne-moi, mon amour. Je ne fais pas confiance facilement. Devons-nous faire comme si je n'avais rien dit?”
Turning to kiss Paralee’s slender fingers, Armelle shook her head. “Forgiven, love. I understand that you have some trust problems so I would be delighted to start over.” She purred and walked her fingers up and down Paralee’s arms. “I do have a request, can I see the dagger? I understand it is a precious gem, like yourself.” She blushed.
Perking a long thin brow, Paralee smiled. “Are you sure? I mean it has killed a few people now, almost like it is possessed and I am its mistress.”
Shaking nervously and smiling, Armelle nodded. “Yes, heaven help me, yes.” She paused, “I don’t think it’s cursed or that you will hurt me with it.” She wiggled on the bed. “I want to see the weapon that destroyed the Duke….Mmmm.” She closed her dreamy brown eyes and licked her lips. “...Beauty and Danger…”
While Armelle sat there with her eyes shut and humming to herself, Paralee quickly dug out the ruby-encrusted dagger, took off her towel and while completely bare for the older woman, held the bde in her mouth. Paralee giggled and tapped Armelle once on the hand.
Opening her eyes, Armelle took a deep breath and she turned red as the rose petals she used in the antiseptic. “I..I…you look….Ohhh…” She reached for the handle and Paralee shook her head, keeping the bde in pce. “I…so beautiful. It…it…Take that out of your mouth darling.”
Unwilling to allow Armelle to touch the dagger, Paralee took the bde from her lips and trailed the tip between her breasts, leaving a little red mark as the tip moved. “You understand, I don’t let anyone touch the dagger…however…” Her hazel eyes glimmered brightly, “You can touch where it’s been, love.”
Passion overtook the mistress of the house and Armelle nearly tackled Paralee as she crawled atop the young woman, kissing her frantically along her cheeks and lips. “Oui, amore…So much life in you, my dear.” She kissed her way down to the reddened area the dagger caused, and kneaded both honey-soft breasts.
Arching her back to meet the expert hands of her lover, Paralee mewled softly when Armelle’s lips suckled both of her taut, rose-pink nipples. Grabbing a handful of Armelle’s graying hair, Paralee held the older woman firmly in pce as she felt the dy’s tongue swirl, sending Paralee into a dizzy array of pleasure. Vaguely aware that her body had been stimuted, Paralee moaned further when she caught her own delicate flowerlike essence dancing its way between the two. “M-more…yes…oh my…” She sucked in her lip and bit down hard, sending a spsh of blood on her tongue. Recalling that her partner enjoyed the taste, Paralee gently lifted Armelle from her suckling and open-mouth kissed the woman, tangling their tongues and giving Armelle the treat she’d saved.
Taking every precious drop of the blood offered, once Armelle finished the sensual kiss, She pressed her forehead to Paralee’s. “Drops of heaven, amour.” She purred and nibbled her way to her partner’s ear, whilst spreading her legs and pressing her hips into Paralee’s. “What else do you have for me, you…” Armelle paused, “...little love thief?” Armelle’s ambrosial scent blended beautifully in the air as she ground harder into Paralee.
Cooing louder as her pussy was pressed harder, Paralee gripped her dagger harder and gently let the tip scrape along Armelle’s shoulders and down part of her spine. “Oh..yes, I am the love thief…” She bucked her hips and swiveled in figure eights feeling the heat rising within her. “...True, I have the bde.” Paralee teased and rolled over so she was on top. “Hold very still, amour.” Feeling her partner stop moving, Paralee held the dagger over one of Armelle’s swollen buds. “Precious and tender..mmhmm…” Paralee whispered and let the weight of the dagger tip bance on Armelle’s nipple.
Radiating waves of pleasure and pain, mixed with a sense of danger sent the older woman into a frenzy. Breathing in hitches and gasping for some relief, Armelle sputtered and slobbered all over herself, “B-buzzing…my…Seigneur, aide-moi... Je suis poussé vers une folie sexy... de belle me... bourdonnant dans mes oreilles... mmm, mon amour…” She reached up and grabbed the bde and somehow pushed it off. Her brown eyes dreamily peering into Paralee’s. “Perhaps a smooth criminal, oui?” She huffed and guided Paralee to the aching nipple.
An explosion of sexual energy filled the room, sending wafts of bouquet-like aromas between the couple, feeding the rising desire. Happy to return the favor, Paralee took the reddened pebble into her mouth with an obvious happy purr from her chest. Cupping Armelle’s breast, Paralee squeezed the beautifully formed plump mound and relished the way her partner squirmed under her tender care. Switching to the other nipple, Paralee stretched the little tight bead through her teeth. Releasing it with a little pop, Paralee kissed her way down to Armelle’s tummy, rolling her lips over the goose bumps that had risen on the older woman's body. “Oui, I am your essence thief…You wicked woman.” She reached the little tuft of hair Armelle kept tidy. “Sweet as your chamomile…” Paralee cooed.
Hot and drowning in kissing pleasure, Armelle somehow managed to pull Paralee away from her aching core. “Non, nous faisons ?a ensemble, mon amour.” She pulled on Paralee’s legs until the young woman settled her ass over Armelle’s face. “Together…” She panted and pressed one of her fingers into Paralee, curling and twisting softly. Seconds after the first shallow move within Paralee’s soft nethers, Armelle received a small dripping gift for her attentiveness. “Oh…my…fuck yes, darling..” She adjusted her finger slightly then drove her tongue into Paralee’s little slit, pping up everything the young dy surrendered.
Colpsing in a wave of pleasure, Paralee muttered incoherently as Armelle tanalized and sent lovely shockwaves throughout her body making her mildly shake with anticipation of what was to come. Taking an inordinate amount of time to collect her thoughts, it was Paralee who spittled. “For all that is holy…Arm…Armm…ugh…I…” She tried to form decent words, but found that she couldn’t honestly think of anything beyond her partner’s tongue pping her bia. Enthralled by the intoxicating floral scent emanating from Armelle’s sex, Paralee lowered herself a bit and pressed a deep sucking kiss on her lover's inner thigh, intent on leaving her mark. Happy with the immediate response from Armelle, Paralee added a little bite to the mix and then pulled back to see her handiwork. A deep purple oblong circle formed where she’d id the kiss. “Branded…and stolen.” Paralee managed to eke out between light shivers.
