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The Clash of Majicks	By : LadyMoria Category: +G through L > He-Man Views: 4746 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Part VI
For a small, fleeting moment, Moria considered freeing the younger woman from the chains. She decided against it, knowing this would be far more fun with a bit of bondage. She was almost surprised at Teelina’s willingness, but if the Sorceress had gone out of her mind, she most certainly was not going to do anything to prevent her mental breakdown.
Teelina did not know why she had given in so easily. Perhaps it was the very idea of having the older woman on top of her, perhaps it was the thought that she would most likely die tomorrow… or perhaps it was simply because she was depraved and didn’t know it. In any case, she certainly didn’t complain when Moria shifted her weight and rolled onto her chest. “What do you want me to do?” she breathed hungrily into the older woman’s lips.
The older woman grinned softly as she pulled away from Teelina’s lips. “Mmm,” she whispered as the Sorceress fought to bring her mouth closer. “No. I want you to lie there and do absolutely nothing,” Moria whispered seductively. She looked down at the woman beneath her. The very sight of the Sorceress chained to the wall and squirming beneath her body was enough to make her loose her mind. She let her hand slip between their bodies and gently grabbed the redhead’s breast as she lowered her mouth again. *Do you think you can do that?* she asked mentally. She brought her lips down gently, tenderly.
“Mmmm… sounds easy enough,” Teelina replied into the Dereskian’s mouth. The Sorceress was frustrated when Moria pulled away, and confused when she lowered herself down again. But she wasn’t going to complain. She felt the Dereskian’s hand at her breast and trembled slightly, although whether it was from ecstasy or fear, she didn’t know. She noticed that Moria seemed to break the pace of their kiss, and so she took over with a passion. The pace she set was rather strong, almost attacking the elder woman in a fury of teeth and lips and tongue. As she let her tongue swirl around the Dereskian’s, Teelina struggled against her chains, wondering why Moria hadn’t released her from them yet.
If Lady Moria noticed the younger woman struggling, she did not show it. She had heard the redhead gasp when she put her hand on her breast, and a slow smile made it’s way across the Dereskian’s face. She broke apart from the kiss, and winked at the younger woman’s confusion. “Of course it sounds easy, Teelina. But as you just demonstrated, it’s not exactly so simple, is it?”
Not expecting an answer, she sat up, balancing herself on her knees, which were stationed at the Sorceress’ thighs. "Of course it’s not, because it means you must trust me completely and let go of your desire to be in control. That could be very difficult, even
frightening for you." She removed her hand from Teelina’s breast, and extended her index finger, slowly moving it in a lazy circle, starting at the base of the breast and working slowly inward. With the younger woman still wearing the nightgown, Moria knew that this would be a very slow, agonizing torture. As her finger reached the areole and then the nipple, and Teelina’s breathing became slightly more ragged, she smiled. This proved to be an entertaining evening.
With Moria’s hand moving so slowly, conscious thought became hard for Teelina, as she was trying to remain still and do nothing, except of course for wishing the older woman would go faster. “Of course it’s frightening,” she breathed raggedly. “I’m not supposed to trust you.”
She looked up at Moria’s face and noticed her look of supreme delight. It seemed she was enjoying seeing the Sorceress suffer from her slow, torturous moves. A slow smile made it’s way across Teelina’s face as Lady Moria neared her nipple. She sighed in gratification as Moria’s finger began to play with the little nub, flicking it back and forth. The older woman’s other hand slowly crawled its way up to grasp the other breast. The Sorceress closed her eyes and groaned contentedly.
“Ah, but you do,” the Dereskian Queen smiled softly. Teelina did not seem to enjoy the slow, tormenting movements that she was perfecting, but that information did not bother her, as that was the point. “Otherwise you would be struggling more than you are.”
She looked down on the younger woman and grinned at her seemingly rel sta state. That would change, very soon, Moria reasoned to herself, and then let her hands encompass the entirety of the redhead’s breasts. She leant down and nuzzled the younger woman’s face, licking her cheek suggestively. At the same time, she squeezed Teelina’s breasts gently, chuckling when Teelina nearly shot out of the bed.
Whatever the Sorceress had been expecting the elder woman to do, it most certainly had not been that. Her eyes widened and she struggled all the more against her chains. “Better?” she gasped as Moria squeezed particularly roughly. She felt the moisture on her cheek from where the older woman’s tongue had been, and it tingled. And as for the hands that were alternately caressing and squeezing her breasts through the fabric of the nightgown, Teelina thought she might almost faint. She regarded Moria’s face as a slightly rougher squeeze sent a shiver down her body. Lady Moria appeared to be concentrating at the task at hand, literally. A bright twinkle was hidden behind her eyes, and an almost wicked grin had crossed the elder woman’s face. Uh-oh, Teelina thought while she could still do so.
“No.” Moria squeezed roughly, and watched the younger woman buck wildly. A mischievous grin had passed over her face, and she stopped her hands suddenly, inwardly laughing when Teelina seemed to shoot daggers at her from her eyes. “You’re not supposed to be moving,” she chastised, amused.
Keeping her hands resting on the red haired woman’s breasts, Moria bent down and slid down on the bed, until her knees rested on either side of the younger woman’s ankles. Lady Moria’s grin widened as she slid her hands lower and lower. The Sorceress’ eyes widened as the slender fingers reached between her legs. The Dereskian slipped her hand beneath the fabric of the nightgown, enjoying the tremor that passed through the younger woman as she did so. The older woman’s eyes sparkled.
“Hmmm, now this is interesting,” she said, tracing patterns on the inside of Teelina’s thighs. “We’ve only been at this for ten minutes, and you’re already wet for me,” she whispered seductively. The redhead drew in a breath through clenched teeth and buckled slightly as the older woman continued in her torments. The Dereskian did not bring her fingers to the younger woman’s center; instead she simply trailed them over the insides of her thighs. The Sorceress subtly raised her hips a few inches, allowing br acr access. Moria winked at her effort, and then pulled her fingers even farther away. When the Sorceress relaxed her hips slightly, the elder woman moved her fingers closer.
Teelina knew what the older woman was doing. She schooled herself in patience, relaxing her hips completely. Lady Moria brought her hand closer and closer to the younger woman’s center. As her fingers just barely brushed against the Eternian’s nether lips, a dark chuckle arose from the back of her throat. She pressed her fingers gently against Teelina’s apex, and then removed her fingers, sliding them out from underneath of the nightgown.
The Sorceress groaned in protest as she felt the fingers recede. She looked up at Moria though half-lidded eyes, almost glaring at her. “You’re a real bitch at times, do you know that?”
“No,” Moria said, grinning. She leant down and practically slithered over Teelina’s body, bringing her face up to meet the Sorceress’. She slipped her hand up and rested it in the space between the redhead’s breasts and neck “I’m a real bitch all the time,” she whispered into the younger woman’s ear, before licking it suggestively. Smiling wickedly, she then crawled back down to her former position. She once again slipped her hands beneath the nightgown, but this time trailed her hands farther and father up the Eternian’s body, pulling the gown with them. In her present position, Lady Moria had to lie down on top of Teelina before she could bunch the blue material so that it rested just above her breasts.
Her body now very naked and free to open air, the Sorceress shivered slightly. She did not have to voice that she was not shivering from cold. Her arms were getting somewhat tired from being in the same position, but she didn’t want to have to tell Lady Moria that and possibly alter the mood. Right now, she could survive with a bit of arm fatigue. As the Dereskian slid her slender hands down her breasts, Teelina looked down at her fingers. She smiled softly as the stark contrast they made to her skin. Though the Sorceress had never been outside Grayskull in her human form, she was still remarkably more tan than Lady Moria, who almost looked as if she had been dipped into a bucket of white paint and then had it congeal on her skin.
She looked up into the older woman’s face as she felt her hands squeeze her naked breasts. Lady Moria lowered her head and began to suckle gently on her left breast, kneading her right one with her hand. Teelina’s eyes closed and she drew in a labored breath. What the Dereskian was doing felt wonderful, but the pulse from her lower body was slowly throbbing more and more noticeably. She rolled her hips forward, attempting to get the older woman’s attention. If Moria noticed, she did nothing to show it, except switch her mouth over to the other breast.
It had not escaped the moon-haired woman that Teelina was trying to get her attention, but she had learned long ago to ignore such distractions. Eventually, she brought her face up from the Sorceress’ breasts and rolled over onto her side, propping her head up with her elbow while tracing patterns lazily on the skin of the Eternian’s stomach. “Trying to tell me something, dear?” she asked amusedly.
“Yes,” the Sorceress answered nonplussed. She flipped her legs over, snaking one around Moria’s middle and worming the other underneath her. Using all of what strength she had gained since her earlier torture session, she used her legs to pull the older woman back on top of her. “Please stop playing around and do it!” she not so much said as demanded.
Lady Moria pretended to be shocked. “Why, dear,” she said in a higher-pitched voice than her own. “I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about. What exactly is it you want me to do?” Since it was Teelina who had instigated this contact, Lady Moria had not had a chance to balance her weight. Therefore, she was lying fully on top of Teelina, and could feel the heat of the younger woman’s body through the pajamas she still wore.
Deciding to be extremely evil and put Sorceress through more misery, Moria deftly altered her position to take some of her weight off of Teelina, and then slipped her fingers between the redhead’s legs. She rubbed gently, going in slow, tantalizing circles all around the younger woman’s center. “Is this what you had in mind, dear?” she cooed softly.
The Sorceress was unable to answer as a severe tremor of relief passed through her body. Teelina began to shake gently and beads of sweat trickled down her body. It seemed her sense of touch was on overload. She felt the elder woman’s fingers begin to build in their pressure. She felt the stirrings of the beginnings of orgasm begin to swell within her. As Lady Moria increased her pace slowly, Teelina began to squirm and tremble uncontrollably. Just as Teelina felt that she could take no more, Moria brought her fingers slowly to a halt.
Moria grinned as Teelina glared daggers at her. The elder woman regarded the wetness on her fingers in an almost detached manner before slowly extending her tongue. “Mmmm,” she breathed. “And here I thought your tears were exquisite,” she continued, swirling her tongue around her fingers. After all of the sweet nectar had been removed, a malicious twinkle came into the elder woman’es. es.
She lowered her face between the younger woman’s legs, and slowly, agonizingly, she began to swirl her tongue into the Eternian’s center, running her tongue all around the sides before delving it within. Almost immediately, the younger woman’s body shook in near orgasm.
As the climax quickly approached, the Sorceress grabbed onto the chains that held her arms and put her weight on them, hoisting her hips up.
With the added leverage, Lady Moria could have easily probed her tongue in farther, guaranteeing instant climax. However, seeing what Teelina had done, the Dereskian slowly drew her tongue out of the woman’s center, licking her lips as she rolled off to the side and brought her body upwards so that she was eye-level with the Eternian.
Whimpering and almost to the point of tears at the cessation, the younger woman lowered herself down and forced herself to be still. Moria smiled and brushed a loose strand of hair from Teelina’s fac“Tsk“Tsk tsk tsk,” Moria clucked softly. “Poor little Teelina. Is there something you need?” A wicked twinkle came into her eyes as she gently slid her hand down the Eternian’s sweat-slicked body.
A particularly vicious tremor went through the younger woman’s body as the end of Moria’s finger almost casually nicked her center. “Y-yes…” the Sorceress managed to breath out as tears began to fall down her face.
Moria clicked her tongue once again and began to gently lick the tears from her cheeks, tracing patterns on the other’s skin with her fingers as she did so.
“Oh g-g-gods…!” Teelina gasped as the Dereskian’s hand traveled lower. “P-please, Moria!”
Lady Moria smiled, and she winked knowingly. She rolled back on top, bringing her lips down upon the other woman’s, and let her fingers delve into the Eternian’s center, pressing into the sensitive flesh.
Teelina’s reaction was instantaneous. Her hips immediately began to buck wildly, and she screamed her release into the older woman’s mouth. Moria drank it all in, and loved every second of it. She smiled as another orgasm began building in the younger woman, and continued gently revolving her fingers around the very responsive area. She broke their kiss and let the younger woman’s screams of ecstasy fill the chambers as orgasm after orgasm cascaded through her form.
As the last throes of elation rippled through her form, Teelina leaned her body upwards and caught Moria’s h wih with her own, setting the pace of a rather ferocious kiss. Lady Moria allowed the younger woman’s lips and teeth and tongue full access to her own for a moment, and then returned the kiss with equal hunger. The space between her own thighs was throbbing with need, and she could feel wetness pooling beneath her still-present pajamas. She paid it no mind, being well trained in the art of ignoring emotions; as such an ability came in handy for her frequently.
Panting, the Sorceress broke their kiss and her head fell back onto the pillow. Her body glistened with sweat and her breathing came in short and heavy gasps.
Lady Moria was also covered with sweat, but what parts of her pale body were visible outside her pajamas seemed to shimmer in an almost otherworldly fashion. Her breathing was heavy as well, from the ferocity of their last kiss. She gently rolled off of the younger woman, lying on her side, smiling and returning her breathing to normal quickly.
Her breathing still rather ragged, the Sorceress managed to look into the other woman’s eyes before gasping, “You…are…a ...bitch.”
An instant smile appeared on Moria’s face, as she whispered, “I know.” She winked knowingly. “But you love it.”
Teelina calmed her breathing down considerably before getting her second wind. “Very well,” she said no longer panting. “Now it’s your turn.”
“Oh really?” Moria asked with a twinkle in her eye. “And just how do you figure that? I doubt I have to remind you that you’re still chained to the bed.”
The Sorceress whipped her legs around the moon-haired woman’s middle. “That doesn’t matter,” she said in an almost mischievous tone as she pulled Moria atop her again. “I’m going to make you beg for release before dawn.”
A dark snicker escaped from the older woman as she looked down at her redhead. “Begging, hmm? Well, Teelina, you can most certainly try.”
Taking that for the challenge it was, Teelina tried to get enough leverage to remove the older woman’s clothing, even with her arms chained. Teelina shook the chains that held her, forgetting that they retracted at their own will. The chains slowly began to lift the Sorceress by the arms, pulling her towards the wall.
The Dereskian was also pulled up before she quickly rolled off the redhead. Looking at the pathetic situation Teelina was in, the elder woman laughed for a moment and then waved her hand in the air. The clescles around Teelina’s wrists snapped open, causing the Sorceress to fall forward. Moria stopped her majickally before she hit her head on the backboard of the bed, and then let her back down gently.
Once free, the Sorceress automatically rubbed her chafing wrists. Then she reached for the elder woman before she had a time to protest. Teelina all but ripped off the top of Moria’s pajamas, before pushing the older woman’s shoulders and forcing her to lie on her back.
A slow smile spread across the elder woman’s lips at the Eternian’s ferocity. “My, my,” she said as the lower half of her clothing was removed. “You’re certainly aggressive.”
“You haven’t seen the half of it,” Teelina growled before bringing her lips fiercely down upon Moria’s. Her hunger was extreme, making it not so much a kiss but a conquest of lips and tongue. Though the pace she set was brutal, Moria answered it willingly, matching the intensity perfectly.
Soon it became unclear as to who was really in command of the situation. Though Teelina was on top and in the ‘power’ position, Moria answered each of her movements with the same passion, the same power, and the same force as the Sorceress.
Even though the walls of the Dereskian’s center trembled with need, the elder woman was very well skilled in the art of stolid behavior. She did not let her emotions get the best of her, and when the time came that Teelina worked her way to bringing the elder woman release, the strongest sound she made was a moan of delight.
She did not lie panting for breath on the bed afterwards, and her composure was never broken for a moment.
The Sorceress’ wasn’t however. Teelina let out a strangled cry as her lips drank in Moria’s nectar, voicing her pleasure where the older woman did not.
As they lay in aftershock of their lovemaking, Teelina cradled in the older woman’s arms, a moment of complete silence fell upon them.
True to the pattern they had made, it was the Sorceress who broke it. “Why do you hold back your cries?” she asked, stifling a yawn.
Moria smiled gently at the woman in her arms. “Because I find them unnecessary,” she said simply.
“Why?” Teelina asked as another yawn escaped her lips.
The older woman was silent for a moment. “I don’t know, she whispered. “I just do.”
The younger woman snuggled and rested her head on Moria’s chest. “Oh,” she said, not even bothering to hold back yet another yawn. She closed her eyes and waited for sleep to take her.
Moria looked down at the younger woman and smiled softly. The younger woman’s face was in a peace Moria had almost forgotten she could give. For an unknown reason, an old Dereskian prayer escaped her lips and she whispered it into the night.
“Athar lisse colletë mo myo kard,
Mes dïl, prootëri lir warë
Kan mëere neson qerush atele
Dagor li maethor carë.
Itas mênu kan proo ambär,
Én et ilya alta calan.
Il elen wod galëte minalkith,
Athar lisse. Máren, máren.”
“Mmmm,” Teelina breathed, almost asleep. “That’s nice. What does it mean?" she asked as sleep slowly overcame her.
Lady Moria smiled at the sleeping form in her arms. “I’ll tell you later,” she whispered into the night air.
Above them, the last rays of moonlight faded into the hills. Moria stayed awake the entire night, as she always did. But this time she looked down into the face of the woman in her arms, and felt contentment. Perhaps Eternians weren’t so bad after all.
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