She felt the caress of silk as she was pressed back against the cushions.
A strong hand covered her eyes. Callused by years of living by the sword, it was still soft and gentle. She could feel the warmth of naked muscle lean across her. The soft sensation of her hair being swept back from her neck sent a shiver through her.
"Relax Princess, lie back and let me help you dream. But do not open your eyes lest the spell be broken. Dreams are to be kept in the dark." The soft voice seemed to reach every part of her body, the soft vibrations breaking into waves of need.
Gently the hand lifted from her eyes. Carmine resisted the temptation to look into the face of her lover. Eyes closed meant the darkness concentrated all her being on the sensations filling her body. Carefully restrained strength brushed across her lips, fingertips slowly following the curve of her throat down to her shoulders. The warmth of body against body slid lower to allow the fingers to continue their burning journey. She could hear her own slow breathing beginning to catch with desire, as the light touch on her arms fanned a fire. Her arms were coaxed away from her side to be drawn up over her head. Her fingers felt the cold of the metal-framed couch behind her. She gripped tightly, arching against fervent lips retracing the path still tingling from the finger's touch. A soft moan escaped her lips.
The soft caress followed the curve of her throat, pausing ever so briefly on the pulse fluttering in her throat. She felt her lover's body tighten with need. Then those lips continued to trace a path of fire across her shoulders and along the soft flesh on the inside of her arm. The feel of teeth brushing against the pulse in her wrist, even for an instant, brought memories of the pleasure those teeth could bring. A gasp followed as a tongue invaded the gap between her fingers to tease to soft palm. She gripped even tighter drawing her body closer to the warmth. Her breasts brushed against the muscled curve of her lover's side. A hungry mouth descended on hers. Desire began to fill her mind as she could feel her barriers descend.
Slowly their minds linked, Carmine once again marvelling at the hunger that constantly filled her lover's thoughts. Slowly the link became pure sensation, the touch of hands on each other's bodies, new pleasures and old. Her tongue searched for the hard points that gave so much pleasure. She felt the reaction in her lover's quick intake of breath and the surge of need that flowed across the link. The mouth withdrew. "No sweet one, that is for later", the voice deepened with desire, "Much later."
Strong hands caressed her sides, curving under her back. A head lowered to kissing fire along her side and under her breast. Gradually lips kissed their way up the slope of her breast. Her nipple hardened under the tongue's caress. Another groan escaped her as lips and hands continued their journey downwards. She felt as if she would explode as they teased down her stomach. Muscles tightened as she fought between stretching closer and drawing away from the sensations that threatened to overwhelm her. Then the pleasure travelled lower. Hands cupped her buttocks, easing her higher still. This time the moan became a cry, as lips, and then tongue began to fan the flames even higher. They leapt through her body at each stroke threatening to consume her. She twisted in the strong grip, relaxing her grip then tightening it again drawing her breasts hard against her body. She began to rock gently, unconsciously echoing the rhythm of the tongue's now urgent attentions. Slowly, ever so slowly, she felt herself dissolve into pure animal desire. The hunger grew, the need, the pleasure until they joined into a sweet pain that filled her soul. She was nothing but this. Then at the height of her pleasure, when she could stand no more, the sharp pain of penetration. The sound of her cry exploded from her throat as the pleasure exploded through her body.
She lay back, feeling the soft feel of satin against her back. No part of her lover ever entered her body as she was brought to pleasure. Except those teeth, those beautiful sharp teeth. Her hand brushed against the small marks on her inner thigh. A hand pressed against hers, and then raised it to pale lips, tinged red with her blood. Lisa kissed her hand. Carmine took in the raven-haired beauty by her side. A smile lit her face. Lisa laughed softly as she leaned over to kiss her. "Still a virgin for your King's pleasure my love. After all, I took a vow to protect your virtue." Lisa's hand reached down to touch her blade. She remembered the day she had become a harem guard. The laugh became louder. Carmine's musical giggle joined in. The two lay helpless in each other's arms, the Princess come to the palace to be wed to her King, and her guard, Lisa Mara.
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It was much later when Queen Carmine remembered this moment of happiness. Lisa had delivered her safely to the King's arms, taken her pay and silently left. Carmine had never found out where she was from or where she had gone. It was as if she had simply vanished. Maybe she was just a dream as she had always said. She had come to her father's palace to accept the position of guard advertised. She was accepted on the two criteria her father had set. She was a proven warrior passing easily the tests of skill her father had set. And she would keep the maiden whole until she was wed. If only they had known. Carmine smiled softly to herself. Even she had had no idea what the journey held in store as she had looked down at the kneeling guard at her feet. The guard who had taken her hand to help her into her carriage and with a smile had calmed her fears about the journey ahead.
"Relax my Princess, this will all be a dream."