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Cassian invited Mor to come train with the Valkyries. While the females had been doing phenomenal with their training under himself and Azriel, he knew some of the priestesses were still wary of the males who instructed them. It wouldn’t be a regular occurrence since Mor still had assignments from Rhys, but she volunteered to come whenever she could. In addition to helping train the group of female warriors, she knew she could use the continued practice to keep her own skills sharp.
Her brown eyes watched them all, looking at form, offering small corrections and giving suggestions.
“They may not say it, but they’re happy you’re here,” Cassian shared as he stood next to her.
“I know,” Mor replied, her voice tinged with a touch of sadness. “I don’t expect any of them to be very open considering what they’ve been through.”
Mor did her best to watch all of the females equally, but she knew her gaze continued to drift to the Illyrian female with clipped wings. One of the original three - Emerie.
Emerie was a force. A strong, beautiful warrior in her own right. She completed the Blood Rite, earning ranks among Carynthian, previously strictly for Illyrian males. Mor watched her movements, graceful yet powerful, and recalled how a blush came to the illyrian’s cheeks when they’d first met. Mor felt her own blush threatening to make its way up to her cheeks at the memory. Mor quickly looked everywhere else.
Mor heard Cassian tell the females they were done for the morning and watched them get some water before dispersing. Mor took this as her cue as well and went to continue the research she’d promised Rhys.
When Emerie turned to look for her, Mor was already gone.
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The music pounded into Mor’s ears as she sat in a corner at Rita’s. Her eyes scanned the crowd for familiar faces. Not because she desired to see anyone; quite the opposite, really. She was searching to make sure she could let her true self out. While she’d confessed to Feyre her preference for females, the rest of the inner circle, Rhysand included, was still unaware. Confident she was as alone as she could be in a crowd, she walked over to a group of females on the dance floor and joined them.
Hands began roving over hips. Hips grinding into each other and on legs. The rhythm was pushing them further into a state of abandon which no one seemed to care about.
Mor moved her body in ways she forgot was possible. She was confident the last time she’d let herself go like this was decades before Amarantha took over Prythian. Her golden hair stuck to her skin with sweat, her eyes closed as she gave herself over to the music and the females surrounding her.
It had been too long since she’d enjoyed the touch of another female. Too long since she indulged in the softness of their lips, their curves, their scents - so very different from the males she tended to surround herself with. But she’d earned it, she decided. She deserved a night to be who she was. A night out of thousands where she didn’t have to hide. She knew Rhys would be supportive, but her father was another story. And until the peace of Velaris and Prythian was secured, she would keep this secret to herself. As much as it pained her to do so.
Warm hands grabbed her hips from behind, the touch searing through the delicate fabric of her red dress. Mor felt hips pushing into her ass and pushed back just a tad. She knew the hands were female, could tell by the long, slender brown fingers she glanced gripping her. She covered those fingers with her own and began to move with the mystery female.
Their hips moved in time together. Mor wondered when the last time she felt so thoroughly connected to another being. She moved those hands over her body, giving the female an invitation to do so on her own. Her hands reached behind her to explore and feel what she could. Before long all that mattered was the beat, pressure of the female against her back, and the hands exploring each other.
A soft kiss landed on the dip where Mor’s neck met her shoulder and she leaned her head away to give easier access. Mor’s hand reached up to curve around the female’s neck when her fingertips accidentally brushed what was unmistakably a set of wings. She straightened and turned quickly in the female's grasp, eyes wide as she recognition took over.
Emerie.
A small smile played in Emerie’s lips as her heart pounded in her chest. She’d noticed Mor as soon as she’d walked in to Rita’s, sitting in a corner watching everyone else. Emerie had also noticed the way Mor had desperately tried to keep from staring at her during training. She had never seen a female as stunning as Mor. With her golden hair and striking brown eyes, her beauty was as much a weapon as the swords she used.
“Hi,” Emerie breathed.
“W-what… Hi? What are you doing here?” Mor wasn’t used to being surprised, and she was definitely surprised right now. Shocked even.
“Dancing with you. Or so I thought,” the Illyrian replied. “Is that ok?”
“Why wouldn’t it be? It’s just dancing, right?” Mor was flustered.
“Just dancing,” Emerie replied, pulling Mor back to her with a hand wrapping around her hip, resting at the small of her back.
Even though Mor could have gotten out of the embrace in about five different ways, she allowed the illyrian’s arms to band around her. Her own hands rested in Emerie’s hips, slowly creeping down to feel the smooth curves of her ass. Mor felt Emerie push slightly into her touch, followed by Emerie mirroring the touch.
Emerie could feel the callouses of Mor’s hands through the thin material of her pants. She thought of those hands roving elsewhere. Imagined feeling those callouses on the bare skin of her stomach. Her breasts. Her thighs.
One dance turned to two. Three. Four. Until the two of them had lost count and the scents of their arousal were mixed with the rest of those around them. The subtle increase of heat from between their legs on each other’s thighs the only true indicator of what the other was thinking.
“Let’s get out of here,” Mor suggested.
Emerie grabbed Mor’s hand and led them out through a side door of the bar, remembering the lengths Mor went to to not be noticed. Once the two females had cleared the doorway, Mor slowed to a stop. As Emerie turned to check on the beautiful blonde, Mor tugged at Emerie's hand pulling her body against her own and tangled her hands in Emerie’s silky black hair.
The first time their lips touched was not gentle. Their lips crashed together, hands and tongues wild and searching with need.
“I hope wherever you’re staying isn’t the House of Wind,” Mor whispered as she peppered kisses down Emerie’s neck.
Emerie leaned her head back giving Mor better access to her neck and throat. “Two blocks. My apartment.” She broke away and pulled more along with her, again leading the way to privacy.
The females crashed through the door so forcefully it was a surprise it didn’t break. They were on each other instantly. Emerie guided Mor backwards towards the couch large enough to fit her Illyrian wings, their lips never leaving each other’s body. When the back of Mor’s legs hit the couch, Emerie bent over to gather the fabric of Mor’s black dress, pushing the satin over her hips at the same moment she guided Mor to sit.
Mor was still clothed but had never felt more exposed. Her dress was around her waist, her legs spread with a beautiful Illyrian female kneeling between them looking at her with a longing she had never seen before. She smiled as she reached a hand and stroked Emerie’s cheek. Emerie leaned into the touch.
Emerie left a trail of kisses up the inside of Mor’s thighs. Now that they were alone the scent of their arousal was as obvious. Mor ran her hands through Emerie’s hair, her back arching whenever Emerie came close to touching her right where she needed. Always close, always teasing. Mor could see the smirk playing on Emerie’s full lips.
The straps to Mor’s dress slipped down and Emerie took full advantage. She realized Mor had not been wearing a bra and her mouth seized one of her beautiful pink nipples, licking and sucking and teasing while her fingers worked the other breast. She only only moved on once she was satisfied the first had gotten the attention it deserved. Mor pushed her chest further into Emerie’s mouth and reached between her legs.
Mor felt the heat of Emerie’s sex on her hand even through the fabric. Her fingers made quick work of the fasteners and she pushed her pants down while Emerie’s tongue continued to circle her nipples in turn. Emerie stepped out of her clothes and kicked them across the room. She couldn’t help the moan that escaped her lips as Mor’s hand reached into her underwear and she could no longer hide how wet she was for her.
Emerie straightened, leaving Mor’s tits exposed, and rocked slowly against Mor’s fingers. Mor worked her fingers through Emerie’s wetness. Up and down, up and down, always just a teasing touch near her clit. Payback for the kisses Emerie had given her earlier.
“It’s a bitch isn’t it?” Mor asked as she plunged the tip of one finger into her sex. “Payback.” She withdrew her hand completely bringing her fingers to her mouth. With her eyes never leaving Emerie’s she tasted each finger in turn, licking off Emerie’s sweetness.
That was all it took. Emerie quickly moved between Mor’s legs, ripping the delicate fabric of her undergarments. Her flattened tongue traveled from the base of Mor’s sex up to her clit before sucking the bundle of nerves into her mouth and sucking. Emerie closed her eyes savoring Mor’s taste but Mor couldn’t look away from the sight before her.
Mor grabbed her own breasts, tugging and twisting her at nipples, missing the feel of Emerie’s mouth around them. Emerie continued long, slow licks along Mor’s pussy learning exactly what she liked. What made her buck her hips further into her mouth, what made her moan, and what made her wetness increase ever so slightly.
Emerie spread Mor’s legs further when Mor pulled her up into a passionate kiss. Emerie reached a hand between them and slid two fingers into Mor with ease. Mor reached up to remove the ties behind Emerie’s top, never breaking the kiss between them. She tasted herself on Emerie’s lips and tongue, but under her own arousal was Emerie’s own distinct flavor. That taste she had sampled minutes before and was desperate to have again.
But not before she had her mouth on those beautiful tits that were now free. Mor broke away from Emerie’s mouth and sucked on one brown nipple while twisting the other in her hand. Emerie’s sounds of pleasure were almost enough on their own to push Mor over the edge. She made sure to give equal attention to each breast, and pushed down Emerie’s undergarments as she did. With her hands on Emerie’s hips, Mor pushed her back slightly to take in the full sigh of the stunning illyrian warrior standing before her. Emerie looked down at Mor, shamelessly toying with her own tits, as Mor gazed at her.
Flawless brown skin covered her muscular body and Mor wanted to lick every single inch. She knew where she needed to start.
Mor pulled Emerie up to her, positioning Emerie’s sex right over her mouth. Emerie braced herself against the wall, as she lowered her pussy to Mor’s waiting tongue.
“More payback?” Emerie questioned teasingly as she kept just out of Mor’s reach. Emerie’s wings were slightly open, careful not to brush them against Mor’s legs.
“The only payback I’m interested in is the one where you end up coming on my tongue,” Mor replied, her tone serious. Eyes full of lust. “Now sit that beautiful cunt on mouth so I can make you scream my name.”
Emerie complied.
Mor latched on to Emerie’s clit, her tongue making circles around it while she sucked. She let Emerie control the pressure and noticed what things made her ease up and what had her grinding her pussy as far into Mor’s face as she could go. Mor relished every moment. Her hands grabbed at Mor’s ass and tits. She couldn’t feel enough of her at once. It didn’t matter that Emerie was everywhere she turned. She wanted more. More.
“Mor!” Emerie’s climax took her by surprise and shook her to her core. Morrigan did not let up until she had drained every ounce of pleasure out Emerie. Did not remove her lips or tongue from Emerie’s most sensitive places until she knew it was no longer enjoyable.
“I guess your gift really is truth,” Emerie quipped as she made her way off of Mor’s face. She could see her juices glistening on and around Mor’s lips in the faelight. Emerie watched as Morrigan licked her lips, closing her eyes as if it was the most delicious thing she’d ever tasted.
“That has nothing to do with my gift. It’s all just pure, cunning linguistic skill,” she winked.
Emerie chuckled as nestled herself between Mor’s legs again, peering at the dripping cunt before her. She decided to forgo the slow licks and went straight to Morrigan's most sensitive area.
Mor gasped at the sudden assault.
She cried out as Emerie added two fingers.
Emerie pumped her fingers in and out of Mor. She felt the muscles contracting around her fingers and knew Mor was close. She knew that this Fae female would be seeing more than just the normal stars of Velaris in a moment.
With one of Emerie’s hands working Morrigan’s breasts, the other penetrating deeply, and Emerie’s mouth licking and sucking her clit, Mor knew she wasn’t going to last long. She’d fantasized about this too much for it to be prolonged.
Mor came with Emerie’s name on her lips, Emerie licking up every bit of Mor’s arousal as she could. When she at least pulled back and saw Mor’s flushed face, she knew this wasn’t going to be over this easily. She knew this wasn’t over even for tonight.
“You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen,” Emerie whispered. “And I intend to put that same look on your face many more times tonight.”
Emerie stood and turned towards the bedroom.
Mor followed suit but waited, just a few heartbeats, so she could marvel at the way of Emerie’s hips and ass as she walked.
Mor was done for, but she knew this was just the beginning.