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Candace drapes herself over the couch with a loud sigh as she gets to sit down for the first time in nearly twelve hours. Her work as a village chief is something she values greatly, but the pain that follows it is not.
Dehya comes back from their bedroom, holding a bottle of lotion and a cup of tea. She sets the tea down– it's cooled off in the time it took for her to go to and come back from the bedroom. Candace sits up to look at it, eyes flicking back to her girlfriend once she processes it.
"You are such a doll," She murmurs softly as she reaches for it. A grin– halfway between smug and happiness– appears on her face at the comment. She sets the lotion down as well, bending down to kneel and shuffle over to rest between Candace's legs. There's barely any space, but she manages.
"If the tea is that great, the massage must be heavenly," She replies fondly, tone uncharacteristically soft. The way she acts once alone with her love is almost a new person– one that Candace adores so greatly and thanks her for being trusted with.
"I'm grateful already," She replies. She sets the cup down on the table again before reaching upwards to take her headpiece off. Dehya lathers her hands in lotion before placing one of Candace's legs in her lap.
She moves her hands up and down her leg, coating it in lotion and slowly working her hands to rub at the muscles of her calves. Every time she's blessed with the chance to hold Candace so close, she can't help but admire the body of the woman she loves. She presses a kiss to her knee before moving to the inside of her thigh and pressing another one to the tender skin.
Candace gives a quiet hum from above, approving the soft action before reaching forward and running a hand through Dehya's hair. Her typical buns, which resemble cat ears, are let down, making her hair look fuller and allowing a few strands to fall over her face.
Dehya's hands slowly move down to the balls of her feet, moving from her calves. The relief, however little, is enough to make her sigh and tilt her head back. She doesn't take her hands out of Dehya's hair, though, continuing to run her fingers through the strands and rub the back of her neck with her fingernails.
She groans softly at the release of tension, feeling the pain drift away from her as her girlfriend works her magic. She looks back down at Dehya, sighing loudly in relief as the feeling sets in.
Dehya kisses her knee again, a soft peck that she barely feels. She looks down at the other, taking in the warm appearance of her skin and the way she smiles up at her. Her eyes seem softer in the dim lighting of their living room, looking up at her through her eyelashes with nothing short of devotion.
"Is it helping at all?" She asks, voice soft in a way that only Candace gets to hear.
"Yes."
"Glad to hear," She murmurs. Candace hums non-committally and lets her head fall back again, sinking into the couch cushion. Slowly, Dehya's hands drift up her thighs and toy with the hem of her girlfriend's skirt.
When Candace has no reaction, Dehya shifts herself to rest directly between Candace's legs and slowly brings her girlfriend’s legs up onto either of her shoulders. She keeps her hands planted on her thighs, feeling the muscle beneath the skin and mouthing kisses up her inner thigh.
She slides her hands up to pull at the waistband of her girlfriend's underwear, taking time to let her protest. Candace merely lifts her hips so that the process goes more easily. With the silent permission, Dehya pulls Candace’s underwear down her legs and sets them off to the side. She lifts Candace's thighs onto her shoulders again before leaning forward.
She messily kisses her girlfriend's inner thigh, grazing her teeth over the sensitive skin and blowing cold breath between her legs just to see her twitch. Dehya presses soft kisses around her girlfriend’s body, avoiding the space between her legs in favour of kissing either leg until multiple red marks are left behind.
She finally presses a kiss to Candace's clit, feeling her thighs twitch around her head. Dehya huffs in amusement, grinning before dragging her tongue up the length of Candace's vulva. She sucks at the clit, feeling Candace slickness as she teases the skin between her lips.
Her girlfriend pants softly from her laid-back position, breath shaky as Dehya releases her clitoris and laps at her lips. She can feel her girlfriend subtly grinding down against her tongue, hips rocking so slowly that it's nearly invisible.
She presses the tip of her tongue against Candace's entrance, feeling her tense around her head and tongue. Dehya merely continues to flick the tip, encouraged by the loud moan her girlfriend gives. She can't hear very well when her ears are covered by Candace's thigh, but it's motivation enough.
She slowly licks up to her clit again, feeling just how slick Candace is. Dehya's lips are soaked, Candace dripping down from her mouth as if she's wine for the gods.
She slowly flicks her tongue against Candace's clit, each motion eliciting a whine and hip movement from the other woman. Dehya takes her sweet time, making a point to frustrate Candace as much as possible.
She digs her fingers into Candace's thighs as she pulls her girlfriend closer, relishing Candace's sudden gasp. She can feel her metallic nails pressing crescents into her girlfriend's dark skin, a fitting theme in Dehya's opinion. Dark like dusk, with little moons decorating the places only she gets to see.
She sucks on Candace's clit without warning, grinning as Candace moans wantonly. She takes a deep breath, chest moving more aggressively than before. Dehya takes time to lick at her in general, cleaning up some of the fluid dripping down her girlfriend's vulva and thighs.
She presses another soft kiss to the crease where Candace's legs meet her hip bone, sucking a mark into the vulnerable flesh that makes her shudder. Dehya kisses the light bruise she leaves before shifting focus back to her vulva, sliding her tongue between her folds and pressing the flat of her tongue against Candace's clit.
She whines and breathes softly, a kind of hymn that Dehya could hear forever. She hums softly as Candace aggressively ruts against her tongue, relishing the quiet noise that comes from Candace's soft exhale.
She moves her tongue to flick quickly over her clit, fluttering movements that make Candace tense and spasm underneath Dehya's mouth. Her hands force Candace's legs to remain still on her shoulders, made to lie back and take it. She moans deeply as Dehya takes her clit into her mouth, sucking harshly on it in a way that makes her girlfriend thrust up against her face with a harsh whimper.
Dehya goes back to flicking her tongue, moving quicker as Candace moans and whines with the stimulation. Dehya can feel how soaked she is, and she knows that her face is going to be dripping after this.
She can feel when Candace begins to orgasm– her entire body tenses up, thighs pressed tight against her head and hips struggling underneath the palm and nails of Dehya's hand. Dehya keeps going, letting Candace's hips grind against her tongue as if she's going to die without it, eyes opening for a moment just to look up and take in the sight of Candace as she hits her climax.
Just as she's about to, Dehya takes her clit into her mouth and sucks harshly, earning an uncontrolled moan from her girlfriend and feeling her hips lift off the couch.
She keeps her hands on Candace's thighs, licking and kissing her as she comes down from her orgasm. She doesn't stop, though, continuing to draw out soft pants and quiet whimpers of pleasure from her girlfriend.
Candace's hands finally come down to rest in Dehya's hair, tightening in her loose curls. Dark brown hair cascades over her knuckles, and the tension on Dehya's scalp causes a shudder to go down her back, easily noticed by Candace when Dehya's breath causes her body to flinch.
"God, Dehya," She gasps, jaw going slack as her eyes flutter shut. She moans when Dehya's tongue presses inside again, slowly thrusting and flicking against her insides. She whines out of desperation while her hips rock back against Dehya's face, thighs tightening their hold on either side of her head.
Dehya hums to show she heard, licking up some if the fluid that's soaked the entirety of Candace's pussy and inner thighs. Every stroke of her tongue causes a slick noise to fill the air, shortly followed by a pitiful whine.
Dehya slides a hand up to rest across Candace's stomach, pressing her down into the couch cushion as she sucks on her clit. She swirls her tongue around the bundle of nerves before flicking the tip of it repeatedly. Candace's body trembles and pushes against Dehya's grasp, overwhelmed by the onslaught of pleasure and unsure of how to escape it.
She slowly glides her tongue down to press into Candace again, determined to make her cum at least one more time. She begins thrusting her tongue in and out of Candace slowly, letting the woman grind against her and whine as much as she pleases. Candace rocks back against her face as if she's trying to get her tongue to go deeper.
Dehya picks up the speed, listening to Candace's pretty whimpers fall faster and faster. She's panting heavily, holy music falling from her lips as she lets her head fall back and pulls on Dehya's hair.
She drags Dehya to her clit with the motion, and Dehya takes the opportunity to focus solely on the swollen area. Candace is reacting so well to the overstimulation that Dehya can feel her own underwear grow wetter under her sweatpants.
She sucks and licks at Candace's clit aggressively, letting Candace use her hair as a hold to grind harder against her tongue. She lets herself be used for her girlfriend's pleasure, desperate to please and focused on helping Candace relax as much as she can.
She keeps going even as Candace tenses against her, thighs squeezing her head tightly and deafening her to her pretty noises. Dehya focuses on her with more intensity, even as Candace pulls on her hair hard enough that she breaks suction to moan loudly against her vulva.
Candace shudders and moans wantonly as she cums for the second time, hips trembling under Dehya's hand as the woman licks at her like a woman dying of thirst meeting water. Her back arches as she's pressed into the couch, muscle accentuated by the calming light of their living space and the shadows cast over them.
Dehya keeps going, eyes shut and licking eagerly at Candace's clit. She moves her tongue rapidly to draw a series of high-pitched whines out of her girlfriend, even as Candace tries to squirm away from the overstimulation.
Despite her hips trying to wiggle away, Candace keeps her hands firmly planted in Dehya's hair and holding her between her legs.
Her thighs weaken their hold on Dehya, but they're still visibly tensed from the non-stop stimulation between orgasms. Dehya slides her tongue up and down between her lips multiple times before pressing her tongue inside of Candace again.
She whines softly when Candace gasps, hips jutting upwards from the unexpected feeling. Candace attempts to roll her hips along Dehya's mouth, but fails when her hips are pinned down by sharp nails of gold.
Dehya takes her mouth away from Candace's body for a moment, watching the way Candace's mouth parts with disbelief and her hips struggle against air in an attempt to find stimulation.
Dehya grins, laughing softly at the display before ducking her head and biting softly on Candace's inner legs.
"Beautiful," She murmurs into her skin. She's uncertain if Candace even hears her, but she keeps kissing her skin and biting the bruises from earlier just to earn the noises Candace makes in response to the arousing pain.
She's soaked her entire skirt at this point, and Dehya already knows she'll have to clean the couch while Candace naps after this. She can't help but find it all beautiful, the way the light softens the angles of Candace's face and the streaks of gold in her hair.
Dehya slips her hand between Candace's legs, rubbing circles against the woman and watching her moan softly and close her eyes. The two embrace the moment, Dehya watching over her girlfriend like a hawk.
She takes time to slip two fingers inside of Candace up to the knuckle, slowly thrusting and scissoring her fingers just to watch the way her girlfriend's body squirms under the touch. Candace lets out the softest noises, her moans hidden beneath her breath.
When Dehya withdraws her fingers to lean forward and press another open-mouthed kiss to the crease between her leg and hip joint, Candace lets out a sharp whine that Dehya's never heard her make. The noise is enough to paint Candace's face warmer, red flooding the areas of her cheek where the light reaches.
She hums as Candace's hips roll, desperately trying to find contact with something. Dehya's breath against her wet skin makes her hips jolt with an accompanying gasp, need growing stronger with every teasing breath.
Dehya closes the distance and immediately latches onto Candace's clit, rolling the swollen area around her tongue and sucking enough to make Candace moan in desperation and rock her hips against her face.
Her girlfriend's hips stutter against her face despite how little she's done. She keeps mouthing and licking at her regardless, sure with her ability to draw a third orgasm out of her. She drags her tongue against Candace, listening to the woman moan loudly. She pants and squirms against the stimulation, hands somehow managing to tug harder on her hair. Dehya moans softly at the excessive yanking before sliding her tongue down into Candace's entrance, feeling Candace's entire body react.
She only teases her with it this time, tracing circles around the edge of the muscle and pressing her tongue flat over it. Candace grinds forward each time, chasing the contact that she wants so badly.
When she takes Candace between her lips again, the woman gasps shakily and whines loudly. Dehya is quick to overwhelm her with the flicking of her tongue– quick movements that only feel more intense as she gets closer. Candace squirms underneath her mouth as her orgasm draws nearer, legs tensing around Dehya's head enough to hurt. It doesn't discourage her from continuing, pulling moans out of Candace that are loud enough for her to hear with her legs over her ears.
Candace's body spasms as she cums, hands fisted tightly in Dehya's hair and a constant stream of noise pouring from her. Dehya doesn't let up until her girlfriend's body goes lax, finally melting in her hands. She lets out a sigh of relief when she realises that Dehya's coming to a halt.
"God, Dehya," She murmurs. She drops her grip on Dehya's hair, choosing to comb a hand through it as if trying to undo the tugging she had done.
Dehya looks up at her with a smug grin, proud of the reactions she's drawn out. Candace's expression doesn't falter from the slightly dazed look; her cheeks stay flushed red, and her face stays relaxed. It's the softest she's looked for days.
"I think I did well," She replies with a toothy grin before wiping her face on a dry patch of Candace's skirt. She stands up, looking down at Candace.
"Are you going to help me clean up, or are you adding to the stress?" Candace jokes, her familiar grin overtaking her face. Dehya snorts, acting as if she can't believe the accusation.
"Well, that'd defeat the entire point of what I just did, wouldn't it?" She says. She leans down and scoops Candace up off the couch, pretending she doesn't hear the yelp of surprise as she's lifted. Dehya carries her away to the hall, already scheming on how to make the rest of the night as relaxing as she can.