Interlewd: A Night of Passion (NSFW)

The couple didn't waste any time tearing off each other's clothes after entering the carriage that would take them back to the palace. With the atmosphere of the Honey Peach Inn, any pretences of waiting quickly went out of the window.

Rowan kissed Alena deeply as a hand glided up her thigh. Were it not for being flung back into her seat as the carriage started moving, she would have traced her lips down to Alena’s neck.

Instead, Alena followed Rowan and the momentum of the carriage to straddle her lover passionately. She pulled Rowan’s hand up to her breast. Even through the slightly padded fabric of her dress, she felt every inch of the fondling caress that followed. Rowan knew full well that Alena responded nicely to a firm touch when it came to her breasts, and she was more than happy to oblige.

The resultant moans, however, were muffled as Alena nibbled away at Rowan’s collarbone. It didn’t matter. Rowan could tell she was hitting the mark by the irregularity of Alena’s nibbling. Still, she wanted to push Alena even further into the throes of passion. With her free hand, she grasped Alena’s ass and squeezed. When Alena pulled away in surprise, Rowan pulled her back by the front of her dress so that she could kiss, nibble, and suck on Alena’s neck. The hand that had groped Alena’s rear moved up her back so that Rowan could hold her closely as the other hand returned to Alena’s breast with clear intent. Alena, meanwhile, draped her arms around Rowan’s neck, moaning and panting softly as Rowan seized control.

Alena’s moans grew stronger with each passing moment.

"Please, Rowan, don't make me wait any longer. Rip the dress if you have to. I want to feel you. I crave your touch."

Wanton desire dripped from Alena's lips.

Taken aback by the assertiveness of Alena’s admission, Rowan asked for confirmation.

"Are you sure?"

"If you wait any longer, I won't hesitate to tear off your dress. I'll be forced to explore every inch of your body. I won't stop until…"

It was an alluring proposition, one that Alena would no doubt deliver on. In the meantime, Rowan fully intended to go above and beyond in fulfilling Alena’s request. Her desire wouldn't have it any other way.

She gripped the back of Alena’s dress with both hands and tore. Thanks to her emotionally charged strength, the fabric parted with a satisfying rip. She still wasn't done, however, as she continued to free the bodice from the skirts. Now the only fabric north of Alena’s waist was a camisole that provided ample access to the gift within.

Knowing exactly what she wanted to happen next, Alena reached up to grasp one of her breasts, exposing it in the process and rising to her knees as she did so. Rowan pulled her in with one hand as the other went to meet Alena’s at the breast. Now close enough to tickle Alena’s delicate skin with her breath, Rowan’s nose peeked under the camisole, nudging it upwards as she kissed in between Alena’s breasts.

Rowan’s lips danced up and around to Alena’s other breast, kissing every step of the way. When she reached the proudly erect nipple, Rowan nipped at it playfully, catching it gently between her teeth. A welcome moan escaped Alena’s lips.

Whilst pleased at the reaction, Rowan was careful not to hurt Alena as she transitioned to sucking on the nipple. At the same time, Alena went on to release her other breast in order to give Rowan more direct control of her pleasure.

Rowan continued to fondle away, giving equal love to both of Alena’s breasts. Alena’s moans, in turn, continued to grow louder and louder, caring little as their carriage paused at the gate to the Palace District. If anything, the prospect of a guard checking in on them added to the excitement.

Upon hearing the sound of footsteps approaching them, Rowan ramped up the intensity of her groping whilst circling the other nipple with her tongue. The footsteps fell silent as Alena’s moans reached a crescendo, only for them to retreat a moment later. It didn’t take long after that for the carriage to start moving or for Alena to take hold of Rowan’s hair. She pulled Rowan’s head back and kissed her fiercely.

Rowan felt Alena’s tongue invade her mouth, hunting for passion. With her defences down, Rowan welcomed the incursion. Once she regained a flicker of composure, she started offering some playful resistance, but it was clear that Alena had the upper hand. Her only reprieve came when Alena pulled away to take a breath. When the time came, however, Alena didn’t return to her siege of Rowan’s lips. Instead, she took her hands to the front of Rowan’s dress as she tried to rip it open with great effort and enthusiasm. Unlike Rowan, she lacked the strength to tear the fabric in one fell swoop, but that didn’t stop her from putting her all into it.

Alena beamed when she finally made some headway on the dress. She could have saved a good amount of time just removing the dress the ‘old-fashioned way’, but this was something primal, a Resonance between two Lovers that raged like a conflagration of love and desire. As with the date that led to this moment, both women were determined to leave a lasting impression. They were making up for lost time that had not yet passed, and they yearned to burn the whole experience into the soul of their lover.

Now sitting on Rowan’s lap again, Alena reached into the ruined dress to grab her by the waist before passionately kissing the length of Rowan’s neck. Upon reaching the place where the slope of Rowan’s neck started flowing into her shoulder, Alena went from kissing it intently to feasting on the athletically muscled flesh before her.

There was some pain at first, but Rowan found herself enjoying the sensation of Alena biting into her. Even as two sharp, catlike fangs penetrated her skin, Rowan knew that Alena wouldn’t even think of seriously hurting her; not without reason. Her trust was well placed as Alena regulated the intensity of her feasting to ensure she didn’t bite too deeply, though she was emboldened by Rowan’s moans.

The hands that gripped Rowan’s waist shifted slightly in order to make their way to her breasts. Alena could feel the firmness of Rowan’s core as she felt her way northwards, the rest of her focus still on Rowan’s neck. Muscled abs soon transitioned into the slender hint of a ribcage. They were less prominent than they had been during their first night together, but still noticeable. If Alena wasn’t fangs-deep into Rowan’s neck, she would have smiled at the progress Rowan was making with her recovery. It was a testament to her strength, and a clear sign of her survival against hellish odds, which only made her more beautiful.

Alas, there was another aspect of Rowan’s beauty that Alena desired. She ventured further north until the purlicue of her hands were cupping Rowan’s delightfully perky breasts. Her fingers continued to swing around until she had two handfuls of Rowan’s extremely enticing, albeit surprising, softness. In contrast to her rather intense approach to Rowan’s neck, or the fire with which Rowan had groped and fondled her earlier, Alena started by gently massaging Rowan’s breasts. She was a wee bit more sensitive than Alena was, and they had discovered early on that she typically liked it more when Alena took her on her journey of rising intensity when it came to her breasts.

The first sign that Rowan was ready for the next phase of the journey came as her moans started to grow softer. Before they faded too much, however, Alena started introducing some nipple play into her massage. A gentle caress here. A light pinch there. It didn’t take long for Rowan to want more, and Alena gleefully obliged.

“Just like that,” Rowan moaned loudly as the combined sensation of Alena’s biting and groping almost pushed her to orgasm. Wanting to return the favour, she reached underneath Alena’s skirt in search of her lush sex. Her underwear was already completely soaked through by the time Rowan found it, but there was also no easy way of removing them, so she pushed them aside to gain access. There wasn’t even a hint of resistance as Rowan’s fingers made their way inside Alena. If anything, the warmth of Alena’s vagina seemed to crave them.

With Rowan upping the ante, however, Alena had no choice but to do the same. Any semblance of the gentle massage she had started with was gone, and introduced her tongue into the mix with her biting of Rowan’s neck. They had entered an arms race of pleasure.

Alena climaxed first. The introduction of Rowan’s thumb playing with her clit was enough to push her over the edge. She quivered in ecstasy and accidentally clamped down on her feast of Rowan’s neck.

With the satisfaction of bringing Alena to climax alongside the intense fondling of her breasts and the unexpected pleasure that rose from the pain of Alena biting her so intently, it didn’t take much longer for Rowan to also reach her peak.

They were both panting heavily by the time their orgasms started to fade. Alena had a little bit of Rowan’s blood rolling off her lip. Rowan could feel more rolling down her back from the two small puncture marks. Part of her knew that it should bother her, but it didn’t. It also didn’t stop her from kissing Alena, this time with a more romantic pacing and intensity; lots of nose booping and staring lovingly into each other’s eyes.

The carriage came to a halt as Rowan and Alena basked in the other’s embrace and they were pulled out of the moment by a knocking on the carriage door.

“If you are finished, ladies, please collect these clothes from me and get changed before leaving the carriage.”

It was Avra, and she spoke with a level-headedness that would put a Stoic to shame were it not for the notes of confidence and pride in her voice. Rowan wasn’t exactly surprised that Avra was here to greet them, but she was also slightly unnerved by the implication that Avra knew they would need a change of clothes. At the same time, she didn’t want to keep the maid waiting.

As Alena was the one straddling Rowan, she tried to head over to the door, but her legs were a little weak from the last traces of her orgasm. Rather than try and maneuver around her, Rowan just asked, “Could you leave them just inside the door please, Avra?”

A few moments later, the door opened just enough for Avra to place the clothes inside. Rowan also noticed that a privacy screen had been erected beforehand to make sure no one looked inside the carriage.

The clothes Avra provided them were fairly simple in their design. Long tunics and fresh underwear for the most part, which was fortunate as it probably meant they weren’t about to be summoned to see the queen.

“What should we do about the clothes we were already wearing?” Rowan asked after getting changed.

“I have a team of maids ready and waiting to handle your belongings. They will also make sure the carriage is fully cleaned.”

Reasonably content with the answer, Rowan helped Alena out of the carriage before leaving herself. As promised, a team of four maids waited alongside Avra. Rowan recognised one of them. It was Avalin, the maid Rowan had accidentally spied having sex in the days leading up to the ball. She also saw the carriage driver being seen to by one of the palace healers. From the way he was blushing, Rowan hoped he was okay.

Avra motioned the other maids into action before beckoning the couple to follow her back to Rowan’s quarters. The route was direct and to the point. There wasn’t any question of Alena returning to her own residence. Avra clearly knew that wasn’t even a consideration. Once they were situated, Avra bade them goodnight and left them to their own devices. Their first port of call was to get a bath. After that? Their night of passion was only just beginning.