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Imogen laughed along with the rest of the table at Ashton's punchline. They'd finally gotten around to telling the whole story about their kitchen work all those weeks ago, separate from the group.
Imogen realized that Laudna hadn't laughed. She turned to look, and Laudna's gaze was miles away.
“Darlin', you ok?” She asked quietly, leaning down to whisper this without the rest of the group overhearing.
Laudna shook her head, almost as if clearing away confusion, and looked back at Imogen with a wide smile and flushed face.
“I'm doing fine!” She said, a bit too brightly.
Imogen narrowed her eyes. It was easy to see she wasn't. Her knee was bouncing like it pained her to stay still, her breathing was rapid, and she was blushing. Imogen wasn't even sure if Laudna was capable of blushing. Come to think of it, she had very little need for oxygen either.
“You can talk to me,” Imogen asserted. “You know I love you and want to help.”
“It's really ok,” Laudna reassured. “I'm just thinking,”
“Can you tell me?” Imogen asked. “I really hate not knowin' what's going on in your mind.”
Laudna hesitated. Imogen saw the wheels spinning in her mind, and her face fell. Laudna had never before had a second thought about Imogen being in her head. What was she thinking about now?
This was it, she realized in a blinding flash. Laudna had realized that Imogen wasn't what she wanted, knew now that she deserved someone better, someone who wasn't tied intrinsically to a world ending moon plot. Someone normal. She tried to stop it, but her smile fell for a moment, just a moment, but Laudna was so good at reading her.
“No, no,” she said quickly, reaching a hand out to grasp Imogen's firmly. “It's nothing bad, darling, I mean, not like... whatever you are imagining.”
“Then what's up, Laudna?” Imogen asked. Laudna blushed again. She bit her lip, looking at Imogen, and then glanced around to the rest of the group, who were still focused on Ashton's storytelling.
“Can you...?” Laudna asked, tapping her own forehead.
Imogen's eyes widened. Laudna wanted her to see in her mind directly. She nodded slowly, and debated for a moment whether it was better to cast a spell, or take off the circlet. Looking around the crowded bar, she knew taking it off in this room would be hell on her, so she opted to cast a quick 'detect thoughts' as Laudna kept looking at her nervously.
Imogen closed her eyes as Laudna's melodic mind swirled around hers. 'I missed this so much,' she thought to herself, getting lost for a moment in the music and colors. And then she tuned in to the actual images.
She took in a sharp breath at seeing herself, spread eagle on their bed at Zhudanna's, naked as the day she was born. Laudna was above her, fingers buried in her hair, kissing her while their lower halves writhed and pressed together.
'Oh,' Imogen said to Laudna, in her mind. 'That is mighty distracting.'
Laudna hid her face in her hands. “I know it's inappropriate,” she whispered. “And I wouldn't have said anything, but I did promise I would always let you in on what I was thinking if you asked.”
'Yes, you did. And I appreciate it. I didn't realize that you had thoughts like this, Laud.'
Laudna looked over to their friends. “Can we talk about this somewhere the rest of of the Hells, particularly our extra perceptive halfling, are not?”
Imogen nodded. “Of course. Let's go get some air.” She slid out of the booth, reaching her hand out to help Laudna stand. She didn't let go as she made their excuses to the group, and then walked casually to the front door. As if Laudna hadn't been having completely risque thoughts about them for most of the night.
Imogen led her down the narrow street, stopping in a green space with a semi-secluded bench, and motioned for Laudna to sit down.
“I want to apologize Imogen,” Laudna said immediately. “Because I'm sure that was... not what you expected and also pretty inappropriate-”
“No,” Imogen interrupted. “It's not inappropriate. It's perfectly fine and natural, Laud. In fact, that's pretty great.”
“Great?”
“Yeah,” Imogen reassured her. “You said a long time ago that you assumed physical gratification was something you weren't capable of, and yet, it seems like you might be. That's not a bad thing, darlin'. Do you think you're the only one who thinks about more? Physical stuff, I mean.”
“Well...” Laudna thought for a second. “I know intellectually that people have amorous daydreams, but guess I just sort of assumed that I would never be the subject of one?”
Imogen took her hand, and kissed it. “I hate that you think so little of yourself that you couldn't conceive someone could think you're hot. You are absolutely gorgeous, babe.”
Laudna looked at Imogen, wary. “I'm dead. I'm decomposing, my bones sometimes just fall out of their sockets. I bleed black. I shouldn't be anyone's idea of attractive.”
“Laudna,” Imogen said quietly, after a few moments to soak in her words. “You are also kind. And caring. And so positive despite what you've dealt with in life. Attractiveness is not solely based on looks. But in that regard, I also think you are breathtaking.” She reached over to stroke Laudna's cheek gently. “Your eyes always catch my attention. Your face is so expressive, tellin' me exactly what you're thinking and feeling. And you have a figure women would kill for.”
“I don't know darling, I prefer women who have delicious curves.” She looked at Imogen for a second, then looked away, embarrassed.
“Exactly!” Imogen exclaimed. “You have a preference for a certain type of person. You don't have to be your own type, you know? I prefer you. To me, you are such a beautiful woman.”
Laudna couldn't think of anything to respond with. Imogen was smiling widely at her, holding both her hands, and nearly turned completely sideways on the bench. The space between them had dwindled as she'd gotten more animated in her sweet words to Laudna and unconsciously moved closer.
“Do you think people look at me and see something they like?” Imogen asked her finally. “I'm covered in these scars, they aren't exactly beauty marks.”
“That's not true, I've seen plenty of people check you out when you walk by. Your markings show just how powerful you are, Imogen.”
“Ah, is that a tone of jealousy I'm hearing?” Imogen teased.
Laudna grumbled low in her throat. “Of course not, darling.”
“How'd you think I felt when Dusk asked you out? I maybe couldn't recognize it right away, but that was jealousy. Definitely.” Imogen bit her lip. “And proof positive that people find you attractive. And I'm the luckiest woman in Exandria knowing that despite it all, you want me.”
“I do,” Laudna said seriously. “I love you, Imogen.”
Imogen beamed. “I love you too, Laud.”
“That doesn't excuse my inability to control my thoughts.”
Imogen tried to hide a smile. “It's ok to be hot for the person you're dating.”
“But-”
Imogen cut her off. “No, I mean I like that you think about me, like that. It's not like you're the only one thinkin' those things. Maybe we should get a room of our own tonight,” Imogen suggested. “Maybe I can help you with... whatever you might need.”
Laudna bit her lip. “I love that you are offering, but I know how you feel about the voice in my head, and I respect your boundaries on that.”
Laudna was of course referring to Imogen's blurted out confession about Delilah's constant presence, and their subsequent private conversation about what was too intimate for Imogen to feel comfortable while Laudna's passenger was still in residence.
“I appreciate that, Laud,” Imogen said sincerely. “What if we renegotiated our boundaries, just a little?”
Laudna hesitated. “Are you sure that's what you want?”
“No,” Imogen admitted. “But I do want time with you, and more than just the kisses we've been stealin'. If I let her stop me from being with you, that's just another win for her, and that bitch doesn't deserve to get anything she wants.”
A rumble coursed through Laudna's mind. “She didn't like that.”
“Good. That's a great sign that we are making the right decision,” Imogen said vindictively.
“Can we talk it through once more?” Laudna asked tentatively. “I guess I want to know... if this is for the right reasons?”
Imogen followed her mind's eye into Laudna's emotions. Excitement, nervousness, and a deep well of lust. She nearly moaned at the sensation of Laudna's want for her. But then she felt the doubt creep in from Laudna's mind. Doubt that Imogen wanted her, or only wanted this now to one-up Delilah.
“No,” Imogen said quickly. “Seeing those fantasies you have of us... it makes me realize how much I've been holding back my own need. Laudna, I want all of you. Your spindly body, joyful heart, and the beautiful soul that makes you you. And I don't want fear of her to stop us... stop me, I guess... from exploring what we want. Sayin' that during our truth session was a knee-jerk reaction. I should have processed it more 'fore I spoke.”
“And you're sure you don't find me... off putting? Repulsive?”
“The exact opposite, actually,” Imogen told her. “Would it help if I maybe shared something I've thought about?”
Laudna nodded quickly, squeezing her hands. Imogen swallowed. Now that she'd offered, she had to follow through, and the idea of actually saying something like this out loud made her face flush and voice fail her. Laudna noticed her discomfort.
“You don't have to say anything at all, if you don't want to.”
“What if...” Imogen started. “We went back to the tavern, got a room, and I take this off?” She indicated the circlet.
“I don't want you to feel like you have to-”
“I want to.” Imogen assured her. “I kinda wanna show you what's on my mind. And I want you know that you aren't weird, or anything for being... you know...”
“Aroused?” Laudna offered, at the same time Imogen squeaked out “Horny.”
They couldn't help the laughing fit that took them over at that point, and Laudna found it cathartic in a way. The tension was starting to leave her muscles, and she leaned into Imogen to rest her forehead against hers.
“Yes, dear one,” Laudna said quietly. “Let's share our thoughts. I've missed having you in my mind,” she admitted shyly.
“I've missed being there,” Imogen responded. She stood up, tugging Laudna up by their linked hands, and wrapped her arms around the other woman. Laudna eagerly returned the embrace, sighing a bit at the familiarity of their hug.
“C'mon,” Imogen said finally, after they'd broken apart. Laudna nodded, and they made their way back to the Spire by Fire.
It was no hassle at all, snagging a room for the night; considering the fact that magic was wonky, there weren't many travelers looking for rooms. Imogen paid an extra gold for a choice room, somewhere further away from the other guests, hoping it might provide a buffer from the outside thoughts of others once she took off the circlet.
The room was exactly as expected, bare bones, small, but cleaner than a lot of rooms they'd stayed in on the road. Imogen took a minute to unlace her boots, and take off a few top layers of shirts, folding them neatly on top of the lone chair by the window. She took a seat on the side of the bed, and waited while Laudna settled Pate on the dresser and took off her own boots. The belts came next, and she draped them over the back of the chair as she'd always done, comfortable enough in their normal evening routine.
It felt good, right, to fall into this rhythm together, and she had no nerves bubbling until she sat on the bed, the opposite side from Imogen, and they locked eyes.
Now the room felt charged, like there was a electrical pulse in the small gulf of bed between them. Imogen huffed out a laugh.
“Seems kinda funny that this would feel weird, since we've done it a hundred times before,” she admitted, sliding on to the bed more to face Laudna fully. She tucked her legs under her own thighs, and smiled, leaving the next move up to Laudna.
Laudna swallowed hard. The knowledge that Imogen knew exactly how she'd been envisioning the two of them was hard to come to terms with. But she was very interested to see Imogen's own fantasies, if she was still willing to share them, so she mimicked Imogen's pose, scooting forward until their knees were barely brushing together.
Imogen smiled shyly, and reached up to the circlet. “Ok if I take this off now?”
“Please, I want to see your thoughts, and let you see mine,” she encouraged, reaching a hand out to stroke Imogen's bare thigh. Imogen shivered, fidgeting slightly, and Laudna went to move her hand, certain she'd done something wrong, when Imogen grabbed it and put it back.
“No, its good. I liked it.”
This mollified Laudna, who resumed a gentle motion, as Imogen reached up and lifted the circlet off her head. She braced herself for an onslaught of thoughts, but the distance seemed to be sufficient that it was a low buzz in the background, but she could completely feel Laudna's.
She closed her eyes as she reveled in the familiarity she found there. And even better, she could feel Laudna's love for her, worrying over her, wondering if it was too much for Imogen without the circlet, hating the idea of Imogen suffering.
'No,' Imogen said to her, no sound leaving her lips. 'I can mostly only hear you.'
Then a cooling relief, quickly replaced by nerves over Imogen potentially seeing something she didn't like. Imogen opened her eyes long enough to lean in and gently kiss Laudna.
“It's fine,” she insisted. “I know your mind like my own, and you can't scare me off, I promise.”
Laudna nodded, and closed her eyes, calming herself purposefully.
Imogen allowed herself a few more moments of being surrounded by Laudna's inner self, then she reversed the connection, allowing Laudna into her own mind.
She had a moment of panic; generally these interactions ran one way, and she was sure her mind was darker than Laudna's. But Laudna was there, alight with wonder at Imogen.
'This is beautiful, you are beautiful Imogen,' she marveled. 'I had no idea your mind was so electric, so powerful!'
'Really?' Imogen asked somewhat self-consciously.
'Yes really!'
Imogen let out a breath, opening her eyes to take in the sight of Laudna, smiling widely, still focused on Imogen's thoughts. She tried to push her love for Laudna to the forefront, let her experience even a bit of what Imogen felt for her, how she saw her.
Laudna gasped, feeling it swell through Imogen. She looked back at Imogen excitedly, leaning in to kiss her soundly, her hands cradling Imogen's face.
“You love me,” Laudna said with awe.
“Did you think I was making it up?” Imogen asked her with a smirk. “Cause I'm not that good an actor darlin'.”
Laudna giggled, and kissed her again. Imogen responded, but then pulled back, scared she'd lose her nerve if she didn't show Laudna her imaginings right then.
She leaned in, resting her forehead against Laudna's, and closed her eyes. She cataloged through dreams and fantasies, settling on one she thought was relatively tame.
'You can show me anything,' Laudna promised her. 'I can't imagine it's going to be far off from my own.'
Imogen blushed, having a difficult time trying to control her thoughts. It really was hard to be on this end of the mind reading. It gave her a bit of appreciation for the Hells, for their controlled thoughts.
She was losing focus again. 'Ok,' she said with surety. 'This is something I've thought about kinda a lot.'
Laudna was momentarily confused by a sudden perspective shift. She was warm, and wet, a bath of some sort? Maybe a hot spring? The area outside it was hazy, perhaps it didn't figure into Imogen's dreams. She focused ahead, and the strangest thing happened. She saw herself, immediately in front of her, back pressed against her front.
'This is your perspective,' Laudna thought with awe, seeing and feeling her doppelganger tilt their head back, and writhing against her with a low whine. She realized her hands were not idle. They were around the dream Laudna, dancing lightly over her nipples, skating down her chest, further still until they met her center.
She sucked in a moan at the idea, her nestled in Imogen's lap while she nipped the skin behind her ear. It was strangely erotic to see herself receiving such pleasure from Imogen's touch, especially considering most of her fantasies revolved around Imogen's pleasure. She realized she was losing focus on details she wanted to commit to memory, the way it felt to have their bare skin touching, Imogen's enjoyment of the fantasy, and her twin's reactive exclamations as Imogen dragged her her fingertips over her clit.
“Gods,” Laudna whimpered. “That is... I don't have a comparison,” she finally settled on, opening her eyes to meet Imogen's.
“So this is something I think about, I mean, not constantly, but, on occasion I do have these kinds of sexy thoughts,” Imogen assured her. “It's not weird, and I don't think it's anything to feel guilty about.”
“Thank you,” Laudna smiled. “For trusting me enough to let me see you, see all of you.”
“I trust you with my heart, and my life daily,” Imogen said. Laudna laughed.
“That's a fair point. And I you.”
Imogen hummed happily, looking down at Laudna's mouth, and back up. “Is it ok, if I kiss you?” She asked a little nervously.
“Please,” Laudna responded, licking her lip. Imogen surged forward, catching that lip between hers and running her tongue across it. Laudna responded in kind, kissing back and trying to move closer to Imogen, who realized her struggle and simply lifted Laudna up, hands on her ass, and pulled the other woman onto her lap.
“Ok?” Imogen checked. Laudna nodded, letting her fingers move up and down Imogen's back, feeling taut muscles and scarred skin under her shirt. She was desperate to feel more, but she also didn't want to make Imogen uncomfortable.
Imogen pulled back. “It's ok, I'm fine with it,” she assured Laudna, directing her hands to slide up the back of her shirt, shivering as Laudna's chilled digits made contact with her.
“I forgot you were listening,” Laudna admitted.
Imogen looked stricken. “D'yah want me to put it back on?” she asked with wide eyes. Laudna shook her head.
“No, I want you in here,” she promised, tapping her temple. “So you can see.”
“See what?” Imogen breathed out between heated kisses.
“How much I want you, Imogen Temult. How I'm dying to touch every part of you.”
Imogen gasped at the myriad of thoughts that sped through her mind in rapid succession. She couldn't keep up; it was a carousel of skin, mouths, low moans, and touching, gods Laudna's mind was full of them, of her specifically. Memories of their time on the road, glimpses of skin while they were changing, or bathing in a river, or patching each other up after an injury.
Imogen was aching to see everything, but more than that, she wanted to feel everything. She wanted Laudna bare against her, kissing her deeply, wanted to see her with her eyes screwed shut, while Imogen let her mouth roam. Gods, she wanted.
“Can I..? Hells, Laudna, can I take this off?” Imogen asked desperately, fingers pulling at the fabric of her dress. Laudna nodded so quickly Imogen thought she might dislocate her spine. And then she was shifting, drawing the dress up, and up, and over her head, as Imogen helped her finally pull it off completely, letting it fall beside the bed.
Imogen nearly whimpered. Laudna wasn't wearing anything on her chest, a fact that Imogen knew, but somehow didn't translate in her mind to this particular encounter. She reached a hand to the pale skin in front of her, in awe of Laudna's softness, letting fingers trace her prominent collarbones, trail down her sternum, and stop pointedly between her breasts. Imogen looked up at her then, making eye contact.
Laudna was breathing hard, which wouldn't be surprising, if you didn't have first hand knowledge that she didn't need to breathe. Imogen knew this, however, and she delighted in the fact that her gentle touch was having this effect on Laudna. She was also looking straight back into Imogen's eyes, wide and desperate. Her mind was in overdrive, and Imogen didn't bother trying to shut it out. It was glorious, Laudna's imagination. Her own scarred hands, touching the sides of Laudna's chest, and moving inward, until her thumbs could brush over Laudna's dark nipples.
“Yes,” Imogen said back to Laudna's thoughts, forgetting for a moment that she hadn't asked for anything out loud. Laudna leaned back in her lap enough that Imogen could reach both hands between them, and let her fingers reenact the scene Laudna's mind had supplied.
Laudna nearly lost it when Imogen touched her. And the gentle movement wasn't enough. She wanted more, wanted to feel Imogen, to remember this moment when they were back saving the world again tomorrow.
Imogen swallowed, and kissed where her fingers had been; down Laudna's shoulder, trailing to her collarbone, and then further down still, all while Laudna gave her breathy encouragement and made more space between them so Imogen could move. When her lips found Laudna's nipple, the other woman groaned and nearly fell backwards, would have in fact, if it wasn't for Imogen's hands on her lower back.
“Feels so good,” Laudna panted. “You can go harder.” Imogen obliged, sucking on the bud roughly, letting her teeth scrape across it. Laudna shuddered, and Imogen smiled at her girlfriend's responsiveness. Her own chest wasn't nearly this sensitive, although maybe that would be different if their roles were reversed and she had Laudna's cool lips sucking on her.
Laudna shifted, trying to find a comfortable way to sit to give her easier access to Imogen's touch.
Imogen felt her indecision, and tugged her closer, dragging Laudna's center over her thigh in the process. She had to release her mouth from Laudna's chest, but that hardly seemed to matter when the other woman shivered at the feeling of them together. Imogen pushed her hips downward at the same time she flexed her muscles, giving Laudna all the sensation she could muster from that angle. She growled when she realized her shorts and gauzy blue dress were getting in the way, and she shifted enough to pull the offending articles off herself, before she resumed her ministrations on Laudna.
Laudna's eyes were closed tightly, as she rode Imogen, nails curled into the other woman's shoulders, leaving deep indents of crescent moons on her skin. She hoped they'd stay forever, a tangible reminder of the pleasure she was giving to Laudna.
Laudna gasped, and slid backwards off Imogen's thigh. A sheen of dark ichor painted her leg, evidence of Laudna's arousal, even through her small clothes. Imogen looked at it with awe, reaching a finger down to feel it. Laudna stopped her. “I'm so sorr-” Imogen shook her head and pressed two fingers over Laudna's lips to stop her from speaking.
“Don't you dare apologize for the sexiest thing I've ever experienced.”
Laudna bit her lip and still looked unsure. Imogen took her hand, and kissed her palm gently.
“Do you think you're the only one turned on? Because I'm just as wet as you are. Feel,” Imogen encouraged her, guiding her hand down until Laudna's cupped her through her underwear.
She let out a whine that Imogen didn't think was entirely voluntary. It seemed to be ripped out of her chest, like the hound she summoned in battle.
“See?” Imogen asked her, leaning her face in close to Laudna's. “I'm right here with you, I promise. Now come back closer and let me keep touching you. If that's ok,” she amended, smiling at the woman in front of her.
Laudna nodded, still tense, but let Imogen guide her back straddling her thigh. Scarred hands encouraged her hips to resume the rocking motion she'd started before. “I want you to feel good baby. Tell me what you need,” Imogen implored.
“I-I don't know,” Laudna stuttered out. “I've never...”
“Right, I know, but like when you touch yourself, darlin'.”
“No, not that either,” Laudna whispered, biting her lip.
“Oh Laudna,” Imogen whispered against her neck reverently. “You should. Learn what you like, what turns you on.”
“This feels really good,” Laudna said, flushed and still rocking on Imogen.
“Mmm, sure does, sugar. Do you trust me?”
“Of course,” Laudna said immediately. Imogen smiled and took her hand once more. She lifted it to eye level, and maintained eye contact as she wrapped her lips around two of Laudna's fingers. Laudna's breath caught as she sucked gently, swirling her tongue around them, taking the whole length deep. When Imogen pulled back, releasing with a slight pop, she grinned and encouraged Laudna's hand downwards, and tucked it into her own panties.
Laudna groaned obscenely when her fingers, wet from Imogen's mouth, made contact with her own clit. It had felt amazing to ride Imogen's thigh, but the passing friction of that motion was nothing when compared to this direct stimulation on her. Laudna circled her fingers, on instinct and was rewarded with a feeling of euphoria she'd never before experienced.
“That's it baby,” Imogen encouraged. “How do you feel?”
“So good,” Laudna moaned out. “Feels like... just.... ohhh.”
“Yeah, it sure does,” Imogen agreed, kissing Laudna's neck as she gave her nipple a hard squeeze. Laudna's hand stopped as she drew in a sharp breath. Her whole body tensed, and Imogen almost worried she'd done something wrong, but she realized that it was definitely something right.
“You're close, aren't you, darlin'?” Imogen asked. Laudna nodded.
“I think... yes, I think so,” Laudna huffed out.
Imogen reached one hand down and touched the back of Laudna's hand, pushing lightly.
“Don't stop now, you're just getting to the good part,” Imogen grinned, and she leaned down and took a nipple into her mouth, sucking roughly as she tweaked the other one. Laudna's hand moved more frantically, and Imogen tried to hold her gyrating body close with one arm around her lower back.
Laudna was panting, still moving, and her eyes were screwed tight, breath coming in short staccato bursts. She was on a precipice, and as much as she wanted Laudna to experience what she could do with her own body, Imogen wasn't above helping her crest that last little bit.
“I wish that was my hand, touching you so good like that, feeling you all over my fingers, maybe moving them a little further down, working them into you. Could you take me, pretty girl? Would you want my fingers deep inside you?”
Laudna nodded frantically, still moving her fingers.
“Or maybe I could work with something a little different,” she offered, and let Laudna see into her mind once more. She had Laudna bent over the side of the bed, and she was rutting into her with hard thrusts, the harness tight around her waist and legs, and she sunk the strap on into Laudna over and over.
“What...?” Was the only thing Laudna managed to get out in response, before her orgasm caught up, and she tipped over the edge into that pleasant abyss. Imogen wrapped both arms around her soothingly, whispering her love in Laudna's ear. The woman was shaking, barely conscious it seemed, and Imogen finally cradled her closer, and shifted them to lie down fully on the bed,
“I've got you, darlin', I'm right here,” she promised, running her fingers through Laudna's hair, until the other woman finally gathered herself and opened her eyes to find Imogen's staring back, twinkling in delight. It took another few moments for Laudna to find her voice, coming out ragged and a bit hoarse.
“What was that you were thinking? I've never seen anything like that,” Laudna admitted.
“Oh it's an accessory we could try, someday, if you wanted,” Imogen offered. “I don't have one, but I did see them in the back of the leather shop in Bassurus.”
“It looked...” Laudna searched for the word, tilting her head. “Sinful. And delightful.”
“I imagine it is,” Imogen agreed. “But we'd have to try it sometime to find out.”
Laudna grinned. “I like the idea of you like that. Forceful, powerful.”
Imogen hummed, continuing to feather her fingers through Laudna's hair. “It's pretty appealing to me too. Someday.”
Laudna hummed happily, closing her eyes and reveling in the afterglow of her orgasm. Imogen chuckled, and kept running her fingers through Laudna's hair.
“Can I-” Laudna started to ask, opening her eyes to meet Imogen's. Imogen looked at her with expectation, waiting for her to finish her thought. Laudna bit her lip and blushed, looking away. Imogen let herself delve into Laudna's mind, figuring she'd been in there all evening, and might as well keep going.
She took in a sharp breath. Laudna's mind was again filled with fantasies. Her own body, spread out with Laudna on top of her, hand working between her legs. Then moving downward, until Laudna's face was against the junction where her thighs touched.
“Hell, Laudna,” Imogen whispered against her cheek. “I really do love your vivid mind tonight.”
Laudna just grinned, tilting her head in silent question. Imogen nodded, leaning in to kiss her deeply.
Laudna wasted no time in reversing their positions, one gentle hand pressing against Imogen's shoulder until she let herself be guided back onto the bed. She looked down, at Imogen's open expression, letting Laudna take in the sight of her, clad only in her underthings. Laudna considered for a moment.
“Is it ok if I take these off?” She asked, tugging on the waist band of the underwear with one hand, while her fingers slid in between the breast band and Imogen's heated skin.
Imogen nodded immediately, leaning up and starting to unwrap her bindings, but Laudna stopped her.
“No,” She chided. “I asked if I could take them off, love.” Imogen whined, but dropped her hands and let Laudna slowly undress her, cool fingers gliding over her skin as each inch was revealed, until Imogen had nothing left to shield her from Laudna's lustful gaze. She felt self-conscious for a moment, trying to cross her arms over her chest, but again Laudna stopped her.
“Oh no, you don't hide from me. I want to see all of you, and touch every bit of this delectable skin. Let me?” Laudna asked, trailing her nails lightly over Imogen's thighs.
“Yes,” Imogen swore. “Anything Laud. Just touch me, please.”
“I am touching you, sweet girl,” Laudna reminded her, nails continuing their dance across her overheated skin.
“More, please?”
Laudna grinned. “Because you asked so nicely.” She moved her fingers upward, over her rounded midsection, up further past her ribs, until she reached Imogen's chest, and stopped. The woman whined, trying to contort herself to get more contact on her breasts, but Laudna waited patiently until she relaxed.
“That's right,” She crooned. “You let me take care of you now, Imogen.” Her thumbs came up and skated over Imogen's nipples, leaving them pebbled and Imogen smiling at the feel.
“You like this, darling?” Laudna asked. Imogen nodded.
“I like it any time you touch me.”
“Sweet talker,” Laudna whispered. “This doesn't seem to be affecting you quite like it did me, am I right?”
Imogen hummed. “My breasts just aren't that sensitive. Doesn't mean it doesn't feel nice to have you touching me.”
“What feels good for you, dear one? I want to make you moan for me.”
Imogen nearly gave her her wish right then, listening to Laudna speak like that. “Kiss me,” she gasped quietly. Laudna acquiesced, joining their lips immediately, and letting the full length of her body press against Imogen's.
“And here,” Imogen said, when they broke apart for air. She tilted her head and guided Laudna's lips to her neck. Laudna kissed her slowly at first, then with more intention, sucking the skin behind her ear, and letting her teeth scrape against the full length of Imogen's neck.
She couldn't stop the desperate noises that came out when Laudna so thoroughly explored her skin.
“Now that's what I wanted, darling. You're so good for me.”
Imogen closed her eyes as a full bodied shudder ran through her at Laudna's words.
“Oh,” Laudna's face lit up. “That was very responsive.”
“Yeah,” Imogen gasped out. “I like hearing you say that.”
“I'll gladly spend the rest of our lives telling you how good and capable you are, Imogen,” Laudna promised, kissing her forehead with reverence. “But right now...” She grabbed a fistful of Imogen's violet hair, and roughly tugged on it to turn her head to the other side. “I have other things I'd like to do.” Her lips were bruising at this point, teeth and tongue leaving deep blue marks on Imogen's fair skin. “Everyone is going to see you tomorrow and know just how well I took care of you tonight.”
Imogen whimpered, turning her head more and submitted to Laudna's whims, reveling in the sensation of Laudna's possessiveness. She rubbed her thighs together, trying to get any friction she could, when Laudna realized and put one hand on her hip to halt her motion.
“Oh, now what are you doing?” she asked, as if she had no idea. “You wouldn't be giving yourself pleasure, would you? Because I distinctly recall saying that I was going to be the one who made you moan.”
Imogen looked up at her, defiant. “Then you'd better do something, Laud.”
Laudna's eyes lit up, and her mouth twisted in a smile that would have scared someone who wasn't Imogen. “I intend to,” she said simply. “But in my own time. You wouldn't deny me a chance to explore you slowly and thoroughly, would you dear?”
Imogen growled. “My patience only extends so far.”
“Luckily,” Laudna responded. “Mine is infinite. Hands up, Imogen.”
She paused, but then heeded Laudna's command, wanting to see where she was going with this. With one quick movement and low whisper, Laudna cast entangle, and vines crawled up the side of the bed to wrap around Imogen's wrists, binding her tightly in place.
“I'm afraid there's no save when I have you prone like this, beautiful.”
Imogen was loathe to admit it, but she didn't think she'd ever been this turned on. Laudna might have worried this was new to her, but damn she was turning out to be quite the natural.
“Laudna,” Imogen whined.
“Mmm, yes love?” Laudna asked, sarcastically. “Do you need something?”
“You know I do,” Imogen gritted out.
“Is it this?” Laudna punctuated her question with one hand pressing between Imogen's legs. Imogen gave a full body shudder she couldn't control at the touch.
“Yes!”
“Yes what, dear?”
“Yes, it is,” Imogen moaned. Laudna shook her head and tutted disapprovingly.
“I expect better manners from such a refined lady,” Laudna prompted. “Yes, what?”
“Please,” Imogen gasped, realizing what she wanted. “Yes please, Laudna!”
“Good girl.” Laudna wasted no time, immediately circling Imogen's clit with gentle pressure, until Imogen whimpered and tried to push closer. “No,” Laudna chided. “I'll decide when you need more.”
Imogen tried to be still, she really did, but after a few more minutes of Laudna's barely there touch, she lost her battle and bucked closer wildly.
“Naughty,” Laudna commented. “But maybe you're right, maybe you need a little more.” She trailed downward, finding Imogen soaked and groaned at the feeling. “So ready for me, love.”
Imogen nodded, trying to restrain herself once more in the hope that Laudna might reward her. “Please?” She asked, keeping her voice steady despite her desperation.
“That's better,” Laudna praised, and pressed a finger into Imogen's wet heat. “Let me feel you.”
Imogen thought she might come just from being this close to Laudna, looking into her eyes as she gently stroked Imogen's core. Laudna was transfixed, eyes darting between Imogen's sweaty scrunched face and the sight of her finger disappearing into Imogen, over and over.
“You can...” Imogen stuttered out. “More.”
“I'm afraid you're going to have to try that sentence again, love.”
“Another-” Imogen was cut off by the moan that burst from her as Laudna slipped a second digit into her and pushed into her as deep as she could.
“That?” Laudna teased, knowing full well it was exactly what Imogen was looking for. Imogen didn't respond, just groaned and tried to get closer to her. “No,” Laudna rebuked. “You'll stop moving, even if I have to tie you up completely to make it happen. Is that what you want, Imogen?”
Imogen hummed, seeming to consider the idea.
“Before you answer,” Laudna purred into her ear. “You should know that I would fully leave you, open and needy, wanting relief that I won't give you, and you can't give yourself. I doubt you would find it much fun.”
Imogen bit her lip. “I'll be good,” she promised, stilling her motions deliberately.
“Yes pet, yes you will.”
Laudna punctuated her command with a hard thrust that made Imogen suck in a deep gasp of air. She paused, just to double check, and continued her motions as she saw Imogen's desperate nod.
“How much can my good girl take, I wonder?” Laudna whispered in between kisses left over Imogen's pulse point. “Another, perhaps?” She teased at Imogen's entrance with another finger, and Imogen nodded fiercely, pulling hard against her restraints to ground herself as Laudna slowly guided herself into Imogen's wet heat.
“Relax, pretty girl,” Laudna implored. “I don't want to hurt you, and you are so wonderfully tight around me.”
Imogen looked up into Laudna's dark eyes, filled with love, and care, and a touch of madness, just the way she always did. She breathed out, not breaking eye contact as she let herself go limp on the bed, tensions bleeding away.
“That's it,” Laudna grinned. “I knew you could do it, you're so capable, Imogen.” Her fingers slid in further, muscles giving way to her gentle intrusion. She started a slow rhythm, deep and smooth, and pressed her fingertips deliberately upwards until she saw Imogen stiffen and groan, and then she focused herself right there, massaging away inside the sorceress, enraptured by the noises Imogen made, and her muscles fluttering around Laudna. She looked wrecked, sweating lightly, face a deep crimson, and hair mussed beyond help at that point. Laudna knew it wouldn't take much more.
“Someday, I'm going to get my whole hand in you. Stuff you so full you can't think of anything except me, above you, fucking you. How would you like that, darling?” Laudna questioned.
“Yes, please yes,” Imogen nearly yelled. Laudna let her. What did she care if the whole inn knew what they were up to? She didn't mind in the least, even relished the idea that the Hells could hear just how much Imogen wanted this. Wanted her.
Imogen's eyes were clenched tightly closed, and Laudna needed to see her.
“Open those gorgeous eyes. I want to see you when you come for me, Imogen.”
Imogen whimpered, but forced her eyes to open, and Laudna rewarded her with a renewed burst of strength, fucking into her with abandon.
“Laud,” Imogen gasped. “I want, I'm gonna-”
“Mmm hmm, you better,” Laudna insisted. “Now, pet.”
Imogen let the tide overtake her, sucking in lungfuls of air as Laudna drew out her orgasm with gentle strokes, and soft movements. Eventually, she slid out of Imogen completely, and settled next to her on the bed, wrapping an arm around Imogen's torso.
“Alright, darling?” She asked, almost hesitantly, as if she were afraid of the answer.
“Way better than just 'alright',” Imogen insisted, turning slightly to kiss Laudna again. “I don't think I've ever come so hard baby.”
Laudna blushed. “Good,” she mumbled, hiding her face against Imogen's shoulder.
“You give me five minutes to recover,” Imogen said. “And I'm going to show you just how much I liked that. Just gotta get my bones back together first.”
Laudna laughed, kissing Imogen's cheek. “Just relax love, we have forever,” she seemed to reconsider. “Or until the moon kills us, I suppose.
“There's my positive outlook girlfriend,” Imogen teased. “I'll beat that damn moon up if it even thinks about touching you.”
“Ohh, how very chivalrous of you, Imogen. Have we stepped back in time? Because I could have sworn we were well past the time when ladies couldn't beat the moon themselves.”
Imogen hummed. “That's a good point. Maybe I'll just sit back and let you have at it.”
“I'm very capable, you know,” Laudna gave her a raised eyebrow, as if daring Imogen to refute it.
“You damn sure are,” Imogen agreed. “I have the shaky legs to prove it.”
Laudna grinned wickedly. “You'll have more than just that by the morning, darling.”
Although it was a pretty bold statement to make, looking back the next day, Imogen realized that Laudna had been more than equal to the challenge.