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Another quiet night at the castle concludes itself. Marcille has grown happily accustomed to life as the court mage here. She still can't quite believe she walks free for all the crimes she's committed.
Her own personal room in the castle is cozy and warm. A few of her knitting projects lay unfinished in a basket on her dresser. Her novel collection graces the shelves of the ancient bookcases. Lovely paintings older than she is, dot the walls. She's been meaning to commission some newer ones.
Her bed is very large and comfortable and she disrobes for the night, yawning as she slides her arms into a loose button up nightshirt and pants. She's just about ready to turn in but she remembers to leave the window cracked before blowing out all her candles and burying herself beneath the covers.
…
She doesn't know what time it is when she's woken up, but it's undoubtedly hours before dawn. Above her, Falin peers down, a hunger in her eyes, thin slits in the darkness.
She feels a breeze from her now wide open window. Falin had already pulled the covers off of her.
“...Evening, Falin,” Marcille greets with a blush.
“Marcille,” Falin practically purrs her name before she leans down and kisses her neck. Marcille sighs.
She wraps her arms around her and they start to makeout. Falin's feathers tickle Marcille's neck and she lets out some breathy laughter.
This is something that they've been doing for some time now ever since Falin’s resurrection. During the day they're close friends as they've always been but at night, Falin likes to… visit. It was platonic at first. Marcille doesn't even remember what led to them kissing the first time. Perhaps they were drinking a bit? Regardless, it continued into the sober world.
From there, things only got more intense. Marcille moans as she feels the gentle prick of Falin's fangs on her tongue.
They're both inexperienced and they both trust one another a great deal. This led to that and then, well…
Marcille feels Falin growing harder beneath her clothing and it only fuels her own arousal.
When Falin gets horny, something about her changes a bit. She's still Falin, of course, but she gets more… rough, in a way. She breaks their kiss and hastily starts to unbutton Marcille’s top.
Marcille nervously looks away as Falin admires her bare breasts. Then she gasps when Falin starts touching her. The attention in itself is such a turn on for Marcille it's unreal. She can hardly believe Falin wants her like this.
Falin pauses just to disrobe herself fully, shirt and pants and corset tossed aside and she's bare in her full glory, feathers decorating her chest, hips, arms, thighs, accentuating how she truly is a beastman now.
Marcille glances down at her semi-hard length and blushes, then proceeds to slide off her own loose pajama pants and underwear. She feels sensitive between her legs as she kicks the garment away.
Soft feathers are directly against her skin and they're kissing again. Marcille relaxes in her arms.
Kisses everywhere. Her lips, her cheek, her arms, her breasts. Falin always spoils her like this. Her long ears twitch and she gasps and moans. She's long since realized that she can't adequately keep her voice down no matter how hard she tries. Instead, she actually has a permanent magic circle around her bed to muffle sound.
She feels Falin travel lower still to her navel and eventually her thighs and- “Ah! Aah…”
Falin is eating her out before she can even process it. It's not a surprise to Marcille. Falin evidently really likes to do this for her. Marcille has never once asked for it, it's always been Falin doing it for her of her own volition.
Of course Marcille isn't c-complaining. It's just another a-aspect of Falin s-spoiling her, ah… Oh, Falin…
“F-Faliiin…” she sighs as her tongue drags across her labia just right. “A-ah,” she feels some nice vibration as Falin chuckles very lightly. She can't help but lift her legs, open herself up more, welcome Falin in deeper. She feels her tongue dip past her lips and, “aah…”
She might melt like this. Falin gets better at it every time. Marcille is vocal as always. Soon, through the soothing massage, she begins to get antsy. Falin somehow notices it before she does.
She starts to inch near her center. Tugging and suckimg and teasing as she approaches her clit. Marcille trembles in her anticipation. Falin gives her a sneak peek with a gentle lick right up against her and Marcille nearly cums right then, barely holding on, knowing Falin wants to give her more than that.
She doesn't verbally tease her but Marcille still flushes, knowing Falin takes note of how sensitive she is every time.
Falin is anything but cruel, so she gives her what she needs, kissing, licking, sucking her clit. Marcille moaning and gasping and babbling incoherently in her pleasure. Twitching and involuntarily thrusting up against Falin’s tongue before finally reaching the end of her climax.
She collapses in bed, eyes glazed over, letting reality catch up to her. Falin just lays beside her with a patient, content, smile.
Marcille rolls over to hug and kiss her, letting her strength slowly come back. She's very aware of Falin’s hard arousal still between the two of them. A few more sensual kisses and she reaches downwards and takes her gently in her hand and strokes her with a slow rhythm.
Always doting on me. Spoiling me , Marcille thinks as she kisses her. You deserve it far more.
She lowers herself in bed and takes her new position between Falin's legs. It's routine enough that Falin knows there's no protesting this. Marcille wants it.
She's face to face with her pretty length, stiff, it’s base adorned with feathers and fluff where pubic hair would be. There's no hesitation when she kisses her. She likes to go for her sensitive jewels first. She kisses and licks them both and listens for Falin's little sigh of relaxation. She gently takes one into her mouth and lets it rest there a few moments, warm and soft. The other gets the same attention.
She moves up to the base of her shaft and is generous with licking and kissing. Up and up she goes, feeling her smooth skin against her lips and cheek. She opens her eyes and smiles at Falin who's watching through lidded, comfortable eyes.
Once she's at her tip she holds her gently and kisses her. Once. Twice. With each kiss, she lets her into her mouth a bit more.
Falin moans when her tip finally passes through her lips entirely.
Marcille listens aptly to her sounds and responds to them. She sucks her and Falin lets out a groan that makes her vulva throb.
She doesn't forget to use her hands, pumping her shaft as she pleasures her tip with her mouth and tongue. She works to take her deeper and suck her harder. Her head bobs as she keeps a steady rhythm like this.
Marcille adjusts herself a bit and braces herself before taking her in deep, her tip hitting the back of her throat. She holds her there as best she can, jaw relaxed, and uses her tongue to sweep against the underside of Falin's shaft.
She hears Falin let out a sigh in pleasure and it encourages her to try to take more of her. Her tip slips into her throat for just a moment before Marcille has to retreat for air.
She catches her breath, blushing and looks up at Falin who's looking at her with such adoration, it makes Marcille feel bashful.
She reaches down and holds Marcilles hand. They thread their fingers together. Marcille resumes, mouth on her again, this time sliding her lips up and down the bottom of her shaft, just enjoying feeling her. Being self indulgent. She really likes kissing her around her base and feeling her full length resting on her cheek.
Falin brushes her thumb lightly across Marcille's knuckle in a soothing motion. It feels so nice and reassuring. Marcille responds by returning to her tip and taking her into her mouth again. She feels how wet she is and slides her tongue against the source, lapping it up, applying pressure. Falin squeezes her hand and moans.
Marcille picks up another gentle rhythm of bobbing and sucking on her tip. She feels Falin thrust up involuntarily, and carries on with more vigor.
Falin starts to breathe heavily and squirm as Marcille doubles down on her but Falin suddenly stops her. Hand gently on her cheek, she tugs herself out of her mouth with a shaky sigh. Still breathing quite heavily, she says, “that was really good.”
Marcille blushes and can't help but be pleased with the praise, but… “But, you're not…”
Falin smiles. “Lay down,” she says.
Marcille's whole body heats up. “Oh,” she says, with a shiver of excitement and arousal. “Okay.”
They'd not actually tried traditional intercourse before. Marcille has a funny feeling it might have something to do with her explaining the other day that mixed-race species are all infertile, and it took Falin until tonight to connect the dots.
She lays down on her back and spreads her legs a bit. Falin is on top of her instantly, kissing her desperately. She's doing her best to restrain herself and Marcille lets out a nervous little laugh as she realizes this.
“S-Sorry,” she whispers, “give me a bit.”
Falin shakes her head. “Don't apologize, silly.”
They kiss more and Falin touches her to help prepare her thoroughly for this. Groping her breasts and ass and licking her neck and giving her hickeys. Falin gets lost in her task given how much she loves doing this in general. Melding with her, adoring her.
Marcille can Feel Falin’s warm, hard, wet sex between them and with every moment, it's more difficult to focus on anything else.
“O-Okay,” She says, breathing heavily. “I'm honestly s-soaked, so…”
Falin giggles at that and it tickles against Marcille's ear.
Falin sits up and they work together to get into a simple position, Falin holds Marcille's legs up and lines herself up against her entrance.
“Is this okay?” Falin asks.
“Uh, um.” The view of Falin holding her legs up about to fuck her is messing with Marcille's thought process. “Y-Yeah?”
Falin gives her a dubious look. “You sure?”
Marcille shivers, she's so horny she feels like she might faint. “Yes. Extremely.”
Falin nods, then slowly pushes in.
They both let out a moan at the sensation of Falin sinking inside. She keeps going until she's buried fully.
Oh, wow. This is different. And it's good. Really good. They should have done this sooner. Falin isn't even moving, just having her inside her feels incredible.
They kiss together like this for a few moments, and then Falin pulls out a bit, and pushes in again, and she moans. “I like this,” she says.
Marcille tries something and Falin gasps.
“M-Marcille?”
“You felt that?”
Falin nods, blushing. “It felt good- ah!”
Marcille clenches again and Falin shudders.
Falin starts thrusting without warning.
“Ah!” It's really good and Falin is losing her restraint with each thrust. “Ah! Aah!” She's getting faster, going harder. Wow, wow, okay, this is, o-oh, this is really- “A-Aaah!”
It feels so good she can't keep a coherent thought. Falin just keeps going. She hears her grunts and moans too, blending together with her own. There's the wet sound of their sexes as Falin fucks her. Deeper, harder, faster. She can feel Falin’s jewels slapping against her with each slam into her. She doesn't know when she wrapped her arms around Falin's neck and hooked her feet around her back. She doesn't even know when her climax hits her, just that it's happening and she's at Falin's mercy as she fucks her through it.
It's long and good and when it finally concludes, Falin is still going, Marcille is exhausted, she's about to push Falin away when she lets out a strangled moan and Marcille gasps when she feels her cumming. Falin trembles and groans in pleasure as she fills her up. Marcille didn't think she would be able to feel her throbbing inside of her like this, but she can, along with the heat and increased wetness her seed provides.
“Oh…” Falin falls and lays against her and Marcille sighs, keeping her in a loose hug. They stay like that for a bit, long enough that Marcille starts to nod off. But eventually Falin stirs and gets Marcille's attention.
Marcille lightly squeezes her. “Stay with me,” she says. “The whole night,” she emphasizes.
Falin looks at her and furrows her brow. “You want me to?”
Marcille nods.
“Why?”
Marcille chuckles and blushes, “why do you think?”
Falin looks away, blushing as well. “I don't know.”
“I don't just want to fall asleep with you,” she says. “I want to wake up next to you.” Marcille kisses her lightly on her jaw. “Wherever you always run off to… I'd like to come too.”
Falin sighs and smiles. “Okay. I'll lead you to my favorite spot in the forest next time,” she whispers eagerly. “You'll have to take a day off from work, though.”
Marcille pauses, but only for a moment, before she nods. “Deal.”