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The mission was simple enough, and they’d gotten things done so quickly it had surprised her to be honest. She’d been with the League for a few years now, and while she was far from at ease with her actions, it had become easier to do she felt no joy in what she did. Nyssa was the only good thing about her life at the moment, the woman she loved so much taking the time between bloodshed and travel and turning it into something extraordinary.
Sara sat on the ledge of the hot spring, she almost lost herself in the warmth of the waters natural bubbles. Her mind was brought back to the present as Nyssa stood up and leaned in against her to warm the rest of her body up. The woman’s calloused and yet still somehow soft hands caressed her shoulders. Her eyes closed, enjoying the oddly delicate touches from a woman who she saw kill a man with her bare hands several times over. A shiver down Sara’s spine as Nyssa started to mover her hands up and down her naked body. She panted, heart rising and falling in her chest while she did as she was made to move according to her beloved.
There was no real questioning her, not in the field however, but in cases like this Sara went with whatever Nyssa wanted to do. The daughter of the demon had many talents, almost all of which could kill people without trying. This never failed to send a chill up and down Sara’s spine, especially when those deadly fingers were creeping up her stomach so tenderly. She let a soft moan escape her mouth as Nyssa leaned in to kiss the inside of her thighs, drawing closer to that which she desired.
There was a time, long ago, when neither woman knew the other this well. The times together were a learning period, one which they both relished and yearned for. Now with this time together and their love unquestioned by anyone, Sara felt that Nyssa was taking advantage of her status. Not that she minded in the slightest, after all who was she to tell the woman that was licking and kissing her way towards her erect clit and damp pussy to stop what she was doing.
As always with Nyssa, there was no half way in doing things. Sara knew this from watching her work, and at the moment she was trembling in anticipation of what Nyssa was planning. The woman hummed a song softly to herself as she started to rub Sara’s clit. The blonde jerked her hips appreciatively under the talented fingers that were soon to be encased deep within her. Nyssa offered Sara her free hand, leaning in to better use her tongue. Sara grasped the offered hand with her right, squeezing once their fingers intertwined. She let her left hand rest on top of Nyssa’s head, stroking her hair softly. She let some of the more colorful curses she’d picked up slip from her mouth, trying to deal with the oral incursion that Nyssa was so attentively delivering.
Sara grunted, bucking her hips, thrusting into Nyssa, as she continued. Nyssa had taken her lips and tongue away from Sara’s almost painfully erect clit, after all she needed to breathe. Sara was going to protest, but Nyssa used her other hand to vigorously rub her clit and started to hold Sara’s shaking quivering form to hers. She spoke words of encouragement, wanting her beloved to let go and to submit to the release that she knew was building. Sara, instead, let out a flurry of dirty words. Nyssa smirked at her, doing her best to slide her fingers in and out of the beautiful blonde woman who’d stolen her heart. Nyssa wasn’t anywhere near as adept at it compared to Sara’s wondrous fingers.
Still, she had a drive and tenacity that Sara truly loved and it was that love that and intensity that had brought them together. Sara’s hips bucked wildly and her legs thrashed in the water, quivering as she rode out her orgasm almost fucking herself on Nyssa’s fingers. Her beloved grinned, leaning in to kiss her lips and try and share the pleasure that Sara was feeling. The kiss itself was desperate, wanton and need filled. Sara had been pent up for a while, their times before being interrupted. She rode out the dregs of her climax, panting and sighing, holding Nyssa’s own wet body close. The Daughter of the Demon leaned in kissing her neck, wanting to entice her to stay and never leave. She pulled back noticing the mischievous smirk playing upon Sara’s lips.
“You know it’s my turn to take care of you now right?” she asked, grinning as she started to stand up offering to trade places with her beloved. Nyssa smiled as she waited what was to come, while Sara licked her lips, eager to return the favor.