The forest was still, except for the quiet groans of the Holy Knights. The demonic wolves were gone, their bodies littering the clearing, and though the knights were bloodied, beaten, and bruised, none bore any injuries that threatened their lives. Their camp, strangely untouched, seemed as though the wolves had deliberately avoided disturbing it. Supplies remained neatly in place, and the fire still burned low, casting flickering light on the weary survivors.
Ophelia stepped into the camp, her silver eyes scanning the scene. The knights moved sluggishly, gathering bandages, stitching wounds, and bracing each other as they worked. Their gazes turned to her one by one.
When Alexandra spotted her, her golden eyes lit up, her face brightening despite the blood smeared across her cheek. A ripple of relief spread through the camp. Murmurs rose, and though no one had the energy to say much, their collective exhale said more than enough.
Alexandra didn't hesitate. She rushed to Ophelia, throwing her arms around her. The force of the hug caught Ophelia off guard, her body tensing for a brief moment before she slowly relaxed.
"I am glad to see you are alive," Ophelia said quietly.
Alexandra pulled back just enough to meet her eyes. "No," she said, shaking her head, her voice soft but firm. "I'm glad to see you're alive. I didn't doubt it, but…" Her words trailed off, her golden gaze dropping to the ground as if searching for the right way to continue.
Ophelia noticed the hesitation and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Let me help patch you up," she said. "To make up for it." Alexandra hesitated for a moment before nodding with a faint, warm smile.
To her surprise, Ophelia led her toward her tent, but before entering, she shouted out to the surrounding knights.
"You all must be thinking we should leave this place due to the heavy scent of blood, but with this much death around, nothing should really even get close to us! In fact! You all should get some well-deserved rest! Just plug your noses with something!"
Once inside, Alexandra noticed once again just how large and carefully arranged the interior was. It wasn't her job to set up her tent, so she had few chances to ever see inside. And soon, the two sat in the center, their movements slow as the exhaustion soon settled in. Ophelia positioned herself behind her.
Alexandra reached for her armor, unbuckling the chestplate with hands that trembled slightly. She removed it, then set aside the chain mail with care. Next came the tight black compression shirt she wore beneath. She pulled it over her head, revealing bandages wrapped snugly around her chest. Her shoulders were marked with bite wounds and scratches, and bruises blossomed across her back.
Ophelia worked silent as she took a small jar of cream and spread it over the wounds on Alexandra's shoulders and arms. Her touch was steady, almost gentle, as she pressed fresh bandages into place, wrapping them securely. Alexandra didn't speak, and for a while, the only sound was the faint creaking of armor and the crackle of the campfire outside.
When Ophelia finished, she rested her hands lightly on Alexandra's shoulders. "Done," she muttered.
Alexandra glanced back at her, a quiet smile curving her lips. "Thank you."
Alexandra slowly turned to Ophelia, her gaze flickering with uncertainty. Ophelia looked at her with an almost smug smile as Alexandra covered her chest with her arms. "W-What? Are you making fun of me—?"
Before she could finish, Ophelia leaned in and kissed her. It was sudden, but deep, pulling Alexandra into the moment. When they finally broke apart, a thin string of saliva lingered for a brief second before breaking. Ophelia smiled, her silver eyes gleaming with amusement as she slowly began to unbutton her shirt.
Alexandra's face flushed, her gaze dropping nervously to the ground, but she couldn't resist glancing up every so often. Ophelia's hands moved fluidly as she slipped the shirt off, revealing her form underneath.
Alexandra's heart raced.
Ophelia scooted closer, her eyes never leaving Alexandra's as she cupped her cheek gently. Then, she kissed her again. Her tongue slowly infiltrated her mouth, causing Alexandra to lightly jerk at the sensation, but as Ophelia straddled her hips and ran one hand through her hair with the other tracing her toned stomach, she slowly eased up.
Ophelia pulled away gently, silver eyes taking in the euphoric flush painting Alexandra's face. A teasing smirk danced upon her lips as she eased herself off Alexandra's hips. She stood, reaching for the delicate belt that held up her pants, her fingers working the buckle until it unclipped. The garment fell, unveiling just the barest hint of lace below. Her clothes were undeniably simple. A bra, stark white against her skin, and a pair of matching panties. Nothing more, but nothing less.
Alexandra was a kaleidoscope of color: crimson blush spread over the tops of her cheeks but the smile that graced her lips was as radiant as the sun. The blush was a surprise addition, but the joy was as tangible as the night air. It danced in her golden eyes, taking up residence there.
Ophelia lowered herself to the ground gracefully, the warm carpet lining her back as she reclined, the inviting smirk never leaving her face. Alexandra found herself drawn to her like a moth to a flame. Her hands moved along the ground, pulling her forward, until she found herself above Ophelia, their faces separated by nothing more than a whisper. Suspended in the moment, hesitation began to creep in.
The anticipation was thick—only to be shattered by a swift leg sweep from Ophelia. Alexandra found herself on her back, her position reversed quicker than she could keep up with. A rush of adrenaline hit her as Ophelia's nimble hands made quick work of the remaining armor clinging to Alexandra's lower half. The crunch of the discarded metal components was the only sound daring to interrupt the electric silence.
Underneath, Alexandra wore shorts as dark as the night sky and a bra, fashioned out of white bandages. There was something beautifully raw about the simplicity of it all, a moment shrouded in shadows and punctuated by the glint in those silver eyes. There was nothing to distract from the natural elegance that both Ophelia and Alexandra exuded.
Ophelia took advantage of Alexandra's shock, her lips pressing against the soft flesh of Alexandra's neck, trailing kisses downwards. Ophelia's hands traveled up Alexandra's thighs, exploring every inch of her toned legs before undoing the bandages pressing against her breasts, her hands then cupping them gently.
Her kisses soon trailed back down her body, kissing her toned abs and then just above her tight black shorts.
"I-I'm a bit sweaty," Alexandra blushed with embarrassment, yet Ophelia's smile softened as she removed her shorts slowly, sliding them off her legs.
"I am as well," She responded before moving back upwards with her fingers slowly teasing Alexandra's already moist entrance.
After a few seconds of gliding back and forth, Ophelia's fingers slid inside Alexandra, eliciting a small gasp from her lips. She began to caress her gently, enjoying the sensation of her silky skin. Alexandra's breathing grew heavier with each movement, her chest rising and falling slowly.
"Are you alright?" whispered Ophelia, sliding her fingers in and out of Alexandra with slow, sensual thrusts.
"Mhm," Alexandra just barely managed to reply between heavy breaths, her entire body trembling.
Ophelia softly smiled as she increased the pace of her movements. Alexandra began to arch her back, moaning softly with each thrust. Ophelia watched as Alexandra's body responded to her touch, her movements becoming more erratic as the pleasure built within her. Her golden eyes glazed over, her breaths growing shorter and shorter with each passing second.
Just as Alexandra bit down on her lip and her entire body seemingly tensed, Ophelia pulled away, leaving her hanging on the precipice of ecstasy. "Not yet," she whispered, a thrill of excitement coursing through her veins.
Alexandra's breathing became ragged, her eyes pleading with Ophelia for release. But Ophelia was relentless, teasing her with soft kisses and gentle touches here and there, never quite giving her what she wanted.
Ophelia then straddled Alexandra from up top, sitting on her toned stomach before slightly sitting up and taking Alexandra's fingers, rubbing them against the wet spot of her panties. Alexandra just lay there, watching with embarrassed excitement as Ophelia soon slipped the woman's fingers into her own panties, causing her to moan ever so slightly.
With a sly smirk, Ophelia leaned in and whispered against Alexandra's ear, "Let me enjoy myself as well~" Her fingers continued to rub herself against the damp fabric, appetizing Alexandra with glimpses of what she truly desired.
Then, suddenly, Ophelia rose a bit more up and sat into Alexandra's fingers. She let out a slightly ragged breath, biting down on her lower lip as she bobbed up and down on Alexandra's fingers.
Alexandra could feel the moisture transfer from Ophelia's body to her fingers, and she watched as the woman moved against her hand. She knew what she wanted, and she wanted to give it to Ophelia, but the roles were reversed now. The excitement bubbling inside her grew exponentially with each thrust Ophelia made.
Ophelia's eyes were closed in pleasure as she bounced against Alexandra's hand. Her silver eyes fluttered open, catching sight of the ravenous hunger in Alexandra's golden ones. A slow smirk spread across Ophelia's face as she saw Alexandra wait patiently.
"Like what you see?" whispered Ophelia, her breath ragged and shallow. "Do you want to taste me?"
"Y-Yes, My La—"
"Just call me Ophelia."
Ophelia couldn't help but smile wider as she saw Alexandra blush even harder. Then, all of a sudden, Ophelia felt the two fingers inside of her curve slightly, sending an electric jolt of pleasure to rush through her. She nearly fell forward, but caught herself, sitting fully down on the woman's fingers.
"A-Are you alright—"
Ophelia giggled slightly, removing the fingers from inside of her and moving forward, pulling her panties to the side and sitting on Alexandra's face. Alexandra immediately knew what to do and began to lick Ophelia slowly, eliciting a small moan from the woman's lips.
"Good girl…" Ophelia praised, her fingers running through Alexandra's hair.
It wasn't long before Ophelia felt a swell of pleasure gradually build within her. With more juices flowing from her, Alexandra began to lick faster and immediately found where Ophelia was more sensitive by listening to how she gasped at certain parts.
"Fuck…" Ophelia moaned, rubbing herself against the tongue below her. "Alex… fuck…"
Ophelia's body lightly shook as she came, arching her back and gripping Alexandra's golden locks tightly. She let out a series of moans and gasps, her body trembling as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.
As Ophelia's orgasm subsided, she allowed herself to gently slide off Alexandra's face, who let out a soft sigh as she did.
"Now I think it is time we finish you off…" Ophelia playfully smirked, moving down Alexandra's body until she found herself between her legs. Alexandra slowly sat up, grabbing a pillow and shuffling it beneath Ophelia's breasts and the carpet below, giggling ever so slightly.
"I want you to be comfortable," Alexandra smiled.
Ophelia only chuckled before immediately teasing the outer folds of Alexandra with her tongue.
Alexandra's breath hitched as her eyes fluttered shut, savoring the sensations coursing through her. She reached up, gently running her fingers through Ophelia's silver hair, savoring the delicate strands that cascaded through her fingertips.
"Ophelia," she breathed, her voice shaking with a mix of desire and gratitude.
Ophelia smiled against Alexandra's heated skin, she could feel the tension building within her. She courted the delicate folds of the woman beneath her with precision, teasing and coaxing this climax just out of reach. The tantalizing taste of ambrosia enticed her to continue her task. Soon enough, Ophelia felt Alexandra's hips buck under her touch and began to gather speed against her mouth, trying to pull herself closer to that long-awaited release.
"Ophelia… Ophelia!" Alexandra shouted as her body shook from the climax.
She looked down to see Ophelia placing the back of her hand over her face, covering her face partly. Moistness dripped from her palm and some parts of her face and as she sat up, Alexandra fell backward onto the floor. Ophelia maneuvered around, lying beside her. Alexandra turned her head to look at Ophelia who began to lick her hand clean from her juices with a light grin.
"You taste good, baby," Ophelia playfully hummed.
The afterglow of sex washed over Alexandra, causing her to blush profusely, covering her face out of embarrassment. Ophelia proceeded to pull her face into her chest, holding her tightly before muttering, "I love you."
"I… I love you too," Alexandra softly replied before they began to make out once more.