Dellea crouched low, his head lowered down as far as it could go and his knees bent in a signal of humility and respect. His right arm was crossed firmly over his chest, and he held his spiked helmet within the armored fingers of his left hand. He spoke in a soldier’s voice, loud and clear, without a hint of emotion.

“Charm Lady!” His words were reacted to by a woman who sat far before him on a throne, ornate and elaborate with roses decorating its entirety. The green haired woman upon the throne nodded her acknowledgement of Dellea’s words, and her fingers raised slowly to her mouth as she began to speak.

“Yes, Dellea.” Her fingertips coursed slowly over her lips, tickling them almost as her mouth gently moved to talk. “How did it go?”

“The mission was completed without fault.” Dellea responded. “The recovered mystic is waiting for you, where you commanded us to leave her.”

“Excellent, Dellea.” The Charm Lady spoke, and slowly rose from her throne. She took two steps forward in the direction of her soldier, and slowly waved a hand in a mild dismissal of his assistance. The soldier saw the motion and promptly stood, turning and headed for the nearest door. Just as his hand laid upon its handle, the Charm Lady spoke once more.

“She is...well?” Her voice was low and mildly masculine, reflecting the power that the Charm Lady possessed. Dellea turned back quickly, and nodded his affirmation.

“The Dark Labyrinth seemed to cause her no harm.” He stated simply. “Though she spoke very little. My assumption would be that she is still in shock, or perhaps simply frightened that soldiers came to claim her.”

“Very well.” The Charm Lady replied. “You may go now.” She treated her soldier to another dismissive gesture, and this time chose not to interrupt him as he began to leave. The door closed with a low click as the soldier left, and the Charm Lady was at least allowed to treat herself to the smile she so needed to experience. Her rose red lips spread in excitement, and quickly she began to bustle from her throne room and towards one of the Chateau’s tallest towers. She moved swiftly but silently, passing through the shadows so that none of her followers could get a chance to see her and waste her valuable time. As she ascended the stars of the tower she nearly broke into a full out run, but the ornate dress she had worn for the occasion was unfortunately a bit too bulky to be rushed in.

The dress itself, though it hindered movement, was quite beautiful and well worth it’s faults. It gripped tightly to the slender form of the Charm Lady, clinging to her large, firm breasts and then sticking tight along her waist. As it passed her hips it then lost its cling, instead choosing to sweep out in a series of intricate and complicated folds. It was a beautiful color of deep purple mixed with hints of red, with a single rose pinned upon the Charm Lady’s chest, right above her right breast. Her ensemble was complimented with a pair of purple satin gloves and a beautiful diamond broach, and in her thin fingered hand she delicately carried yet another rose, long stemmed and a mixture of both purple and red.

Within a few moments the trip on the stairs reached an end, and the doors to the tower’s top room laid before her. For a second the Charm Lady pressed her palm against its door, and thought quietly of how she had first arrived in the Chateau so long ago. It was the first room she had ever seen in the land, and the first thing she had ever viewed as a mystic. Without another thought she knocked hard on the door, three times in a slow pace.

“Come in.” A quiet voice replied, and for a moment the Charm Lady’s heart raced. As she reached down to grab the handle of the door she felt her throat constrict to a tight knot, and her heart beat hard against her chest. She closed her eyes and forced herself to open the door, and when she did so her nose was assaulted with the scent of roses.

In the middle of the dark, slightly depressing room stood a woman all in white, in a dress very similar to the one the Charm Lady wore. She was facing the door and saw the Lady directly as she entered, and when their eyes met her pale lips turned up high in a beautiful smile. Her hair was long and falling back along her head, long reaching down so it gently dusted along the floor. Her head tilted as she smiled at the Charm Lady, and her hands fidgeted nervously around the stem of an all-white rose, similar to the one the Charm Lady held.

“You...look lovely.” The Charm Lady was finally the first one to speak, and she stepped slowly into the room. Casually she took her paces towards the other woman, her long dress trailing behind her and her fingers, too, fidgeting with her rose. Before long she was face to face with the other, and her words were soft and delicate.

“Your hair...” The Charm Lady’s gloved hand reached out, and her fingers pressed gently upon the hairline of the other woman. She tenderly touched along her hair’s seam, a smile playing upon her rose red lips. “It looks wonderful down, Rose.”

“Thank you.” The woman named Rose replied, and a faint pink blush could be seen upon her pale skin. “I see that...you’ve accepted your blood, and turned to a full mystic.”

“Yes...” The Charm Lady spoke in reply, and gently nodded her head in accessory. “It was the only way I could ever get close to the Dark Labyrinth, and research the possibility of bringing you home.”

“You carry it well, my lady.” Rose replied with a soft voice, and then reached down to her skirt to elegantly curtsey to the Lady. As she did so the taller woman smiled, and stepped a little bit closer to Rose.

“Drop the formalities, Rose...” She whispered, and her hand dropped down from the woman’s hairline to her cheek, where it cradled it with a sensitive touch. “I’ve waited for this...for so long...” Her proud and emotionless stance was wavering, and as she looked at the woman all in white a bit of moisture began to form in the corner of her eye.

“So...long.” She repeated the last two words, and as she did so the tear finally escaped, and rolled slowly down the length of her cheek. Rose quickly stepped up to the Lady, and placed her right finger under the drop of saltwater. She let it roll onto her fingertip and smiled as it collected in a tiny bead of moisture. She took the bead down to the rose the Charm Lady wore upon her breast, and without a sound let it slip from her fingertip and into the deep red petals. Both women smiled to one another, and then Rose leaned forward, and gently kissed the spot where she collected away the tear.

The slight tang of salt coursed over her lips, but she ignored the taste and spoke, gently. As she whispered her lips brushed up and down along the Lady’s flesh, further smearing the moisture the tear left.

“I love you, Charm Lady.” Her tone was weak and tender, and she barely had the breath to finish the rest of her sentence. “I love you...Asellus.”

A few moments had passed since the last words were uttered, and both women were now knelt upon the tiny bed that was in the tower’s room. Their dresses had long been discarded and placed delicately upon the floor, and they both were garbed in only their undergarments, still holding the roses that each one possessed. Rose had been given hers upon arrival back in the Chateau, and though she still held tight to it she wasn’t quite sure what it was meant to be sure. Without question she went along with the Charm Lady, her heart beating hard at the thought of being with her once more. Both were still dressed similarly, their undergarment outfits just as closely matching as the dresses they had worn. Both wore a very lace ridden bra and a thin covering over their sex, white for Rose and deep purple for Asellus. In the pale light of the moon Rose could barely make out the body of Asellus, though what she saw was much like she remembered. She was very tall, nearly six feet in height, with long, slender legs and thin, frail-looking arms. Despite how soft she looked her face was nothing but a mask of ferocity, whether as a lover or an enemy, and her rich red eyes burned with the same intensity that her heart reflected. Her chest was larger than Rose’s by a small margin, and her waist was incredibly trim. Looking at her, it was hard to imagine her defeating the Charm Lord, but surely enough it had come to pass. Rose tilted her head to her lover, and smiled.

“What does the Charm Lady desire of me?” She spoke quietly, and her cheeks grew pink with blush. Asellus smiled back, and then slowly approached her by placing her hands along the bed and gradually creeping towards her. Her eyes were slightly arched and her lips were bent in a cat-like smile, while her tongue slowly coursed over the red flesh of her lips.

“The Charm Lady desires you yourself.” She stated simply, and finally came to a close position right before Rose. With one hand she balanced herself and the other she reached out, her fingers sleeping behind Rose’s neck and pulling her head down towards her own. Without question or warning she pressed her bright red lips upon Rose’s pale ones, and kissed her deeply in the darkness of the room.

Without warning Rose could feel Asellus’ tongue deep within her mouth, searching for her own tongue and ferociously beating along the walls she held within. She lovingly replied the treatment to Asellus and savored the flavor that the Charm Lady had to offer, noting that she tasted a bit like strawberries, but so faint a flavor that it was hardly at all noticeable. The two kissed deeply and the two kissed long, staying in the same position of the Charm Lady knelt over lustily as the White Rose bent to meet her kiss.

Before long a kiss seemed like an inadequate gesture, and Asellus moved closer to take her lover in her arms. Her left hand still gripped the long stemmed rose and she was careful not to bend it as she held the one she desired. Her long arms wrapped protectively around the frailer woman, around her back and around the long strands of hair, careful not to pull a single one from its place. Her mouth met again to the woman that she loved, and her tongue forced in deep within the confines of Rose’s lips, pressing past her tongue and stealing her flavor once again. She held the woman tighter, and pressed their breasts together fiercely.

Rose responded as the meeker of the two by drawing her arms around Asellus’ back, under her arms but higher up along her body. She kissed as best she could but mostly she was kissed herself, as her tongue had trouble keeping up with Asellus’ and her mind still quivered at the thought of being with her once more. Asellus had the composure to handle such a reunited love, but unfortunately Rose’s head was still spinning to keep up. Before long Asellus forced her mouth away once more, and her arms slipped away from behind her lover’s form. As her arms fell away Rose felt something us fall from her body, and she realized with a start that her bra had been undone, and was now in the hands of Asellus. She smiled and blushed heavily as her milk white breasts were exposed, and she stumbled for an explanation as to how the Charm Lady managed to remove her garment without her own consent and knowledge. The Charm Lady simply smiled, and tossed the garment aside with frivolity. Once more they kissed, but only a short peck during which they barely shared their tongues.

Without a word Asellus rose up her purple and red rose, trailing it along White Rose’s breasts, and them up to her lips were it brushed back and forth swiftly. Then Asellus took it into her own hands, and carelessly rounded her fingers about it, smashing and curling it and tearing the petals from the bud. She smiled at Rose’s reaction to her mutilation of the beautiful flower, but then smiled as she saw what she proceeded to do with it. The Charm Lady simply spread the dismantled flower petals along the spread of the bed, and then took White Rose’s and promptly did the same. Before long the bed was nearly covered in petals of white, red, and purple, and briefly the image of laying naked in their bliss flashed upon Rose’s mind.

“Purple and white...” Asellus spoke softly, and then gestured to the undergarments and the dresses that they wore. “Your color and mine...and red, to symbolize our passion.” She reached down and let her fingertips trail across White Rose’s left breast, gently cupping her flesh and then moving up, her thumb brushing back and forth along the stiffening nipple.

“Lay down...” The Charm Lady commanded, and gently tugged along Rose’s breast in order to get the reaction she commanded. Rose did so obediently and laid down upon the bed, her long hair sweeping back and still draping across the cobblestone floor. Asellus took the rim of Rose’s undergarments and removed them all the way, leaving her pale skinned lover naked upon a bed of multi colored rose petals. The Charm Lady smiled, and then approached closer to her naked lover.

“Paint with your body...” She whispered, nearly breathlessly. “Paint with the petals, make a beautiful collage of red, purple, and white. Make love to me now...and garnish a masterpiece with our passion.” And with that the Charm Lady slipped on top of Rose, laying head to toe with her legs on either side of Rose’s head.

Rose smiled at the words and looked from side to side, Asellus’s lovely knees were pressed down into the bed through her pure white hair, though it was done with so much care she couldn’t feel the slightest pinch as her hair was pulled. She then looked up to what Asellus presented her, and regarded the other woman’s sex with a look of both curiosity and love. For the first time she had realized that the undergarments Asellus wore had no covering above her sex, and a green-maned offering was only an inch above her lips. Without a further invitation White Rose closed her eyes, and pressed her lips up into what she was given.

Asellus moaned as she felt the initial contact upon the gates of her tender valley, and let her own back bend, to examine what she had exposed of White Rose. Her fingers reached down and pressed into the other woman’s thighs, spreading them and massaging them with her fingers as she felt herself be kissed. She leaned down low and looked into Rose’s body, and smiled as she saw the slightly pink, though shaven bare mound that she possessed. With a tentative motion her gloved fingers reached out, and pressed into the supple flesh. A moan came from Rose followed by a slight motion throughout her entire body, and the Charm Lady smiled wide at the reaction. Her lover was ready, and soon all the time of unattainable passion could finally be redeemed.

Before long both women’s mouths were firmly locked upon the other’s sex. Rose kissed up fervently into Asellus’ valley while the Charm Lady herself let her tongue slowly lap up and down Rose’s mound. Their techniques and motions were as different as their personalities, but in effort they neither lost nor ousted one another, for it was just as equal as they love that they had shared. Asellus’s hands reached down and cradled Rose’s left leg, which she gently pulled aside as her tongue ventured further on the pale woman’s sex. Her eyes closed and her tongue stretched out, piercing the folds of flesh and running sideways along their cleft. She could feel Rose tremble around her tongue and she could feel the vibrations of her subtle shivering, and the way it set her senses off nearly ousted the sensations she felt down below. She could feel one of Roses’ hands up along her waist, while the other was reached far around and was gently coursing back and forth over her accessory opening. She could feel no penetration by either tongue or finger, but the sensation sent shivers through her body that could of rivaled those of her lover. She smiled, and continued to lick along Rose’s quivering flesh.

Rose herself was enjoying her own feelings immensely, and continued to kiss and slowly lick across the Charm Lady’s sex with a slow pace that spoke of her own personality. Soon she began to speed up in her actions, and before long she found herself with her lips pursed over the entirety of Asellus’ offering, her tongue probing deep and stretching as far as it could into her gaping valley. The flavor was delicious and the scent was alluring, rich and deep and pleasing to the nose. She pressed forward hard with her tongue and her lips, and the moisture of Asellus’ sex soon grew to overcome her. Her body secreted and her flesh folds trembled, coursing along White Rose’s textured tongue as if every subtle motion was a cause for intense pleasure. Her finger continued to slowly trail back and forth over the other opening Asellus possessed, but only once or twice did it even dare to threaten entry, pressing down upon the gate and then quickly pulling back.

Asellus now made love to Rose with an equal endeavor, her mouth desperately lapping at her lover’s sex, her tongue working feverishly and her lips suckling upon the skin as best that they could. Her fingers gripped tight and pressed down firmly upon the flesh of the other woman’s legs, and occasionally she could feel her hips grinding back and forth, as if they involuntarily were reacting to White Rose’s tongue. She could feel her mound press down hard upon her lover’s mouth, though she couldn’t quite tell if she was causing the action, or if her body did it without her consent. Regardless of the fact she continued to drink at her lover’s offering, collecting her flavor and savoring it for a split second, before her tongue was required back at the living organism that laid below desiring attention. Rose’s scent was as powerful as her own, and her flavor just as pleasant.

Rose felt her backside being kissed by the petals of the two broken roses, slipping upon her skin and sticking to placed where sweat had accumulated. She felt each one as it touched the fabric of her flesh, behind her knee and along her spine, and even one near her own extra opening. A large one clung to her back where she sweat, and she could only imagine that dozens were lost in the tangles of her hair. She continued to kiss fervently into the mass that was pressed down upon her face, moving her tongue with each thrust Asellus’ made, and catching her sex in the cradle of her tongue, only to throw it up and forward again. Suddenly she realized that her finger had made its way inside of her lover’s backside, and though she hadn’t even ordered it to do so it was moving side to side ferociously, twirling and spinning with it’s length inside to the middle knuckle. She pondered briefly how it came to be placed there, though she had no way of knowing she had succumbed to the same bodily dominance Asellus had regarding her thrusts. Both had become a slave to their bodies, doing whatever was dictated by the primal urges that controlled their systems. Before long both were going at each other maniacally, thrusting and licking, poking and kissing, so fervently and feverishly that their minds were lost in their passion. Desire overwhelmed them both, and soon their ferocious actions caused a trembling within both of their bodies.

White Rose was the first to ignite in her lust, her body quivering and her valley striking upon Asellus’ tongue, her entire body quivered as she released her nectar. She could feel moisture escape from her body and into Asellus’ waiting mouth, which continued to lap and lick at the length of her lover’s mound. White Rose was nearly lost on breath but was determined to continue even after her shaking experience, and as if driven by insanity she plunged further with both tongue and finger.

The Charm Lady moaned loudly at the change in pace and brought herself quickly up to a kneeling position, leaving the delicious flavor of her lover’s sex and letting her face be exposed to the fresh, crisp air. Her mouth was open and her face was smeared with the proof of Rose’s lust, and her moans were mixed and spiced with panting. She bared down hard upon Rose’s tongue and finger, and as she felt her rear be pierced with a blunt finger she simultaneously felt the tongue shattering her senses. Before long her hands were at her own breasts, pinching and twisting as she cried out in climax. Her voice was low it tone but not in volume, and the tallest tower of the Chateau echoed with the sound of its Lady’s lustful cry.

Her body shook with electricity and passion, and her insides released with an action very similar to Rose’s. In an instant she could feel liquid flowing from her body and into Rose’s lips, which was then followed by the feel of a rough tongue coursing back and forth along her folds. Asellus panted hard, and slowly drew herself from White Rose’s faced and immediately onto the floor from the bed. She fell back onto her behind and looked up at where Rose laid, rolling over to meet her.

Before long both women collapsed on the floor, and looked over to the mattress where they had just made love. The rose petals were bent and mutilated in their place, though the image of them smeared was a sight to behold. Red and purple and white danced in passion, making love with one another just as the duo had. Asellus threw her arms about her lover tightly, and watched the petal covered mattress as if it were a sunset. White Rose simply smiled, and fell into the arms of the woman she so loved. They stared at the petals, and reveled in the warm feeling they both shared.

“I love you, Charm Princess.” Asellus bestowed the new title upon White Rose’s form, and her arms grew tighter around the trembling body. White Rose said nothing of the new title, but smiled and blushed as the words were uttered.

“I will always be your artist.” She whispered quietly, and continued to start at the art their bodies made. Her hands reached up to wrap gently around the neck of Asellus. They held one another, bare and cold upon the cobblestone of the floor, and simply watched the night go by.

The Charm Lady’s face was streaked again with tears, but as before her rose was there to wipe them away.