#if i ever stop worshipping the ground this man walks on assume i’ve been replaced with an imposter

[abyssruler]

i don’t have hand fetish bUT HEAR ME OUT

[fromthedeskofelizabeththird]

Petrichor

Nadia’s entry for my 2019 Year of Smut! I’ve never posted girl on girl smut before, so this was its own special branch of adventure. While I was looking for references I discovered an entire subculture of RPF and smutty fics about Judi Dench. Each to their own but I was not expecting it.

The Arcana | Nadia x Apprentice | Explicit

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The rain was getting heavier.

MC frowned through the carriage window, wishing she had taken more time to study weather magic. At the very least she and Nadia would have been able to take a walk and catch their breath without dirtying their clothes.

They had been invited to dinner at the home of one of Nadia’s favourite councillors; a man who left the court in favour of spending his twilight years travelling the globe. He had recently returned to Vesuvia to stock up on supplies for the next leg of his trip, yet was only too happy to reshuffle his itinerary for a chance to invite the Count and Countess to dinner at his official residence. He was somewhat behind on current events, having missed the plague that once ravaged the city, as well as Lucio’s unfortunate demise. Nadia drafted multiple replies and updates, but decided in the end that it would be easier to explain everything in person, which she would likely end up doing anyway.

MC had been morbidly curious about Councillor Markus’ reaction to each new development, though none nearly as much as Nadia arriving without Lucio. The reaction had mostly been the same-MC getting worked up over potential outcomes, only to arrive to sighs of relief and warm embraces. Even so, MC was still incredibly nervous about stepping out as Nadia’s lover and Markus’ estate was as good a situation to set off her nerves as any other.

“I wouldn’t want it to be awkward,” she had said, even as she dressed for the evening. “Markus has never met me...I’m sure he’d rather…”

Nadia would hear none of it, though, laughing off the very idea that anyone in Vesuvia would feel even the slightest joy at seeing Lucio alive, let alone still ruling over the land.

“He’s going to love you,” she said on more than one occasion. “Though not as much as I do, dear, remember that.”

MC had been nervous all evening, watching the storm clouds from her bedroom window and listening to the pitter patter when rain eventually began to fall. Until then it had been a humid summer and ordinarily MC might have been relieved at the prospect of cooling off in the rain, but not when it involved being dressed in an outfit more expensive than a year’s worth of the magic shop’s profits.

She had conjured a barrier as they made their way from the palace door to their carriage for the evening, which protected their heads and shoulders, though the same could not be said for the winding streets and roads from the palace. The rain fell with such force that it bounced off the cobblestones and they made it only so far as the outskirts of the city before the wheels of their carriage were caught in the mud.

The driver tried and failed to free them, ultimately opening up the carriage door with rain dripping from the tip of his nose to the ends of his hair and down onto his coat.

“I’m sorry, Countess,” he said, “but there’s no forcing it. I’ll need to ride back into the city for help...but I won’t leave you here…not in this weather.”

Nadia would not hear of it, however.

“I assure you, we’re more than capable of taking care of ourselves. If we wait for the rain to stop, we’ll be here all night.”

And so it was that the pair of them had spent the past few hours trapped inside of the abandoned carriage, waiting for help to arrive.

MC wondered how much time had actually passed. It felt as if they had been sitting there for days, and there was only so much time one could sit in a confined space without succumbing to some sort of cabin fever.

The longer she stayed there, the more aware she became of Nadia’s perfume, of the bath salts she had almost certainly bathed in before getting dressed; each and every ornament carefully positioned in her hair.

Nadia never looked bad, not by any stretch of the imagination, but tonight she looked incredible. She had on a gown of periwinkle blue, paired up with a silver sash and diamond brooch. MC had been dressed to match, of course-a dress of ghostly silver with blue embellishments. Nadia liked it best when they matched, taking the time to pick out the best colour schemes and fabrics. MC still wasn’t used to luxury, but it gave her butterflies.

“Are you alright, dear?” Nadia asked, reaching out to link her fingers with MC’s. “You’ve been rather quiet.”

“I’m alright,” said MC, “it just seems a shame to get all dressed up for Councillor Markus and then not get to see him.”

“He’ll get over it,” said Nadia, reaching up to loop MC’s hair around . “He devoted an entire wing of his mansion to weathervanes and astronomy equipment several years ago, so doubtless he’d find it fascinating.”

“If he knew it was going to rain, why did he invite us?”

“Ah, perhaps he extended the invitation only as a formality and knew all along.”

MC giggled at that, unsure of exactly how serious she was.

“Perhaps we should surprise him,” she said. “Take a route through the forest all of the way to his front door.”

“Bold move,” said Nadia. “He’ll never see it coming.”

“Just like the rain!”

They burst into laughter, the rainfall momentarily forgotten.

“Really though, I could never ruin this dress. I think it’s worth more than the magic shop.”

“Well now we seem to be at an impasse. You’re a vision in silks...but I’ll admit I have no objections to seeing you without them.”

“Aren't you used to seeing me without them by now?”

Nadia placed a hand over her heart with an expression of mock offense.

“MC, how could you accuse me of such a thing! Every time you get dressed my heart breaks a little.”

“Oh, well we can’t have that,” said MC, taking a moment to peer out of the window before lowering the velvet drapes.

Nadia watched with a wry smile as MC lifted her skirts, loosening the fastenings and pulling the dress over her head.

“Come here,” she said, motioning for MC to come closer and repositioning herself to ease her up onto her lap.

She ran her fingers through MC’s hair as she delivered the first kiss; slipping them into her underwear as she crushed her lips against hers for the second. MC gasped into the kiss, knees shaking as Nadia rubbed her fingertips across her clit.

“Here?” MC whispered. “Right now?”

This was hardly the most ambitious place they had chosen for a tryst. Once, after dismissing her guards, Nadia had gotten down onto her knees while MC sat on her throne, worshipped in more ways than one.

It was the first time they had ever done so in the carriage, though, with a higher than usual chance of getting caught. The driver might come back at any time, his footsteps drowned out by the downpour. Just the thought of it sent shivers down her spine and she gasped at Nadia’s wordless answer, which was to slide a finger into her.

Nadia pushed her down onto the other seat, back flat against the cushions, leaving her to watch as she set aside her own dress. MC watched, entranced at the way her fingers worked the fabric, revealing the soft, unblemished skin beneath. MC knew she was staring but she couldn’t stop herself. She could think of nothing but Nadia, watching with bated breath as she knelt down on the seat next to her, lifting one of her legs and wrapping it around her waist with a knowing smile.

MC let out the breath she had been holding when their hot folds touched, clits touching only gently, though sending shudders of pleasure through her spine.

“Oh g-” She started, only to lose her train of thought as Nadia shifted her hips and increased the friction.

The rain was loud, so loud, though not as loud as MC’s moans as Nadia leaned forward and ground her hips harder, their breasts touching and hands interlocked.

“That’s a good girl,” whispered Nadia, both of their bodies so warm that MC forgot they were naked. She could feel Nadia’s heat, could feel her wetness every time she moved her body. She gripped hold of Nadia’s waist, groaning in relief as she picked up her pace and ground her clit against hers with far more urgency than before. The friction was good-almost too good.

Nadia lifted MC’s leg over one shoulder with a murmur of something unintelligible through the fog of lust. From tone at least she assumed it was praise.

Their sexes touched and MC lost all train of thought, reaching up to hold onto Nadia’s breast and wishing that the resulting moan from her lover was more tangible, so that she might capture it and listen whenever she wished. There was something incredibly satisfying about it when it crossed her ears, from knowing she had had some small part in it to experiencing a side of the Countess that no one else had ever seen.

Nadia rocked her hips harder and faster, gasping when MC met her halfway. The surprise lasted only an instant, quickly replaced by a look of pure mischief.

“Why MC,” she said, “I had no idea you had that in you.”

“Then you haven’t been paying attention.”

Nadia cocked her head to the side, taking in MC’s nakedness and bold expression.

“Perhaps you’re right,” she said. “How terrible of me.”

“I think you’d better make it up to me,” said MC, hoping she sounded as confident as she felt.

Nadia laughed and ran a hand over her leg, rings shimmering when they caught the light. She let go, MC watching in anticipation as Nadia untangled their bodies and spread both of her legs, sinking down onto all fours to give her pussy one almost torturously slow lick.

MC squeezed her eyes shut, Nadia kissing her sex as deeply as she kissed her lips. She opened her eyes only briefly, taking in the sight of Nadia’s dark hair across her body. She came quickly, tangling her fingers in Nadia’s hair and grinding against her lips-nothing mattering in that moment outside of the rush of pleasure running through her.

~~~

“Do you think they’ve forgotten us?”

MC stared at the ceiling of the carriage, legs tangled with Nadia’s. The rain continued to drum against the roof, with no sign of easing any time soon.

“It certainly seems that way,” sighed Nadia. “I have to admit I was half expecting them to show up the moment we took our clothes off.”

MC blushed, grateful that she had not been the only one to consider such things.

“Perhaps the fates weren’t paying attention,” she said. “Night like this, I imagine they’re busy drenching people who deserve it.”

Nadia laughed at the thought, so softly that MC would not have known were it not for the feeling of her breath against her skin.

“In that case,” she said, climbing back up onto all fours and crawling up the seat to plant a kiss on her lips, “it was a lucky escape. We absolutely should not tempt them any more than we already have.”

“We wouldn’t want to get caught, now,” said MC, even as she stroked a hand down Nadia’s back.

“Of course not. That would be terrible.”

“Awful.”

MC giggled, though it was quickly silenced by Nadia’s lips on hers.

Perhaps they would be there all night after all.

[lalast0ne]

Heating up

Layla

*There were a million bodies around me all carrying out their delegated tasks. The buzz, not just at the club, but around town, was undeniable and that made me excited and absolutely thrilled that so many people were supporting this venture. The nerves were definitely still present but the excitement ... that was so real and taking over.

Tomorrow was ... well .. Friday but it was also the soft opening of the restaurant. Everyone was running around, including myself. I’d even taken to wearing pumps today which hardly ever happened. Everyone, that was, except my husband who was currently propped at the bar having Salem pour him a drink.  

I slip behind the bar, stopping when I draw level with where you sit, sipping your whiskey and reading some document and cough to clear my throat* Is everything to your liking today, Sir? Can I get you anything else while you’re sat there? *I raise an eyebrow, staring straight at you, my nails drumming against the wood*

Wider

*The burn of the whiskey slides down my throat as I read through the document for the second time to make sure all my questions were answered. The contract was iron clad and I was going to make sure my wife was protected. From enemies, not me. There was a hornets nest of activity happening around the club and annoying the shit out of me. My mother in law had taken over my desk and as of 5 minutes ago, would find her car at the bottom of the lake. That would be the last time she parked in my spot. The air changes and I hear drumming on the bar. Without lifting my eyes and with a smirk, I hold out my glass, the ice hitting the sides.* Another whiskey Fire. Anything to drown out all the racket.

Layla

*Only you could respond to me like that and actually cause a smile to tug at the corner of my mouth. I look at Salem who hands me the bottle of whiskey and backs up with her hands in the air, removing herself from the situation. Turning back to you, I pour you a single measure of your chosen poison, replace the cap and put the bottle back on the shelf.* Stop drinking the profit. This weekend is going to be crazy busy and we’re going to need all the supplies we have. *I watch as several people dart one way then the other, with Salem close behind them* As for the racket ... what did you expect? *I look down, trying to read whatever it is your looking at and continue speaking* We have a perfectly good and quite office out back ... or at home.

Wilder

*I close the folder as you attempt to snoop at the contract and bring the glass to my mouth, letting the whiskey burn down my throat again.* You mean the office your mother has taken over? Have you seen my desk? I think she painted it with all the color samples. And it smells.  Like flowers multiplied worse than the noise out here. Not like you and sex. *I set my glass on the bar and finally look at you.* I’m not drinking the profits. The club makes a killing. Speaking of. *Holding the folder in the air.* Does this place have a name yet? I need it for reasons.

Layla

*I drop back down onto my feet from my tiptoes and huff slightly when you close the folder.* Well, her work here is done so she won’t be around so much anymore. *I smirk in amusement* Although I’m not sure she’ll vanish completely. She’s enjoyed being here and the team absolutely love her. Maybe I’ll set her up in one of the unused rooms ... and we can work on getting our scent back in the office *I wink when you look up at me and relay the name to you with a roll of the eyes, all previous suspicions confirmed that you do in fact have selective hearing. My eyes move to the holder you hold up and I lean on the counter* What’s that?

Wilder

That name has never been uttered from those sexy lips Little Ball of Fire. *Reaching out, I drag my thumb across your bottom lip, the glass knocking over.* I remember every thing you tell me except about shopping trips. I tune that out. *I narrow my eyes at the mention of your mom having an office here.* Loss that idea baby girl or I will kill you and take great pleasure doing so.

Layla

*i capture your thumb between my lips and nip gently then jump back when the contents of your glass spill towards me. Grabbing a clothe, I wipe the counter down and smile at you when you mention my shopping trips, my smile widening further when you talk about my mom.* She’s talking about starting a little business to keep herself busy. I’m excited for her and said I’d help where I can. *I ring the clothe out and throw it at you when you roll your eyes* If that’s by giving her an office here then so be it. She’ll probably work out of Dad’s home office anyway .. but the gesture will be nice and no doubt appreciated.

Wilder

What kind of little business? Your father mentioned nothing to me when I talked to him earlier. *Growls low when you bite my thumb.* Why would she want to drive all the way out here to work? Is she doing something shady in my town? *Abrubtly I stand up, glaring at you.* Is she stepping out on him? She better not lift her skirt for anyone in this town or anywhere.

Layla

*I blink at you in shock, then narrow my eyes at you* Calm yourself, husband. My Mom would never step out on my Dad. She worships the ground that man walks on and has done since they day they met. *I grab us a bottle of water each from the fridge, placing yours on the bar.* My Mom has been driving out here 4 times a week for months. She loves being around people. The offer to use a spare office was purely to get her out the house but being in the City makes more sense which is why I think she’ll just work from home.

Wilder

*I throw the bottle top across the bar and down the water, not stopping until it is all gone. Bringing both hands to the bar, breathing heavy like I rain a marathon.* You already offered her the space?

Layla

*I watch as the top flies across the bar and turn back to look at you, your nostrils flaring* I meant the offer WOULD purely be to get her out the house. *I mirror your stance, placing both my hands on the bar*  I’ve not offered her anything, yet. But I’m going to because she’s my Mom. *My own anger rises at your reaction and I grit my teeth. Now I wish I had just offered her the damn office and surprised you*

Wilder

I assumed these were things partners in business and life discussed before putting on offer on the table. This is our club. Yours and mine. *I clean my mess up and pick up the folders I was working on.* I think I will leave you to work here the rest of the day. I have other business that needs my attention this afternoons

Layla

I’m fully aware that this is OUR club. What I’m not quite aware of is WHY you’re reacting this way. *I grab my bottle of water as you continue your rant and walk out from the bar* Sounds like an awesome idea! I’m too busy making sure OUR restaurant is ready for tomorrow!

Wilder

The restaurant is set for the opening tomorrow and everything is in place. It’s perfect. *I stalk back towards you and lift you over my shoulder before you can react, carrying you to OUR office. The door slams behind me and I press your back to the wall to stare at you.* About time I have my wife alone.

Layla

*I kick and scream the whole way to the way, eyes on us in shock as we pass. With a slam of the office door and a click of the lock, I’m placed down on the desk with you between my legs, ready for “alone time” to commence*