Thinking of You
I wrote this a lil while ago and decided to post it lmao
Saying that Hulya was relieved to have retreated to her room would be an understatement. Endless meetings, errands, and the stress of her title had left the Tal-Vashoth worn and exhausted. She was thankful to have retreated to her warm, quiet quarters.
Kicking off her boots and shedding her clothes down to her smalls, she relaxed on her bed with a sigh. Despite how glad she was for the quiet, it didn’t feel right. She lacked her small lover to comfort and lay with her.
Nerri had Dalish business in the Hinterlands that would keep her away from Hulya for a bit of time. She missed her terribly so.
The rogue turned on to her side and retrieved the letter on her nightstand. She gazed lovingly at the aged paper, the chicken scratch writing, and the small doodles. It was a simple letter from Nerri, informing Hulya that things were going well and she would be returning in due time. She brought the letter to her keen nose and inhaled slightly. She could smell her lover on the paper: elfroot, leather, and honey. It made her shiver.
Nerri had been gone for little over a week and her stress was beginning to build. Her patience wore thin more often than ever and she was restless. Her nug, Cheesecake, had gone to find somewhere else to sleep to escape her mistress’s tension.
Hulya closed her eyes and sighed. She missed Nerri’s touches and kisses dreadfully.
Her hand slowly traced down her skin where she wished Nerri’s would be. She would be slow, gentle, and precise on these days. She would massage her muscles and kiss every inch of her skin before her.
Hulya’s own hand felt the skin of her belly, wandering up towards her breasts. She inhaled the scent of Nerri’s letter again and bit her lip as she squeezed her breast. She gasped softly, picturing Nerri. Quick, little hands touching and squeezing where she knew Hulya would squeak.
Her breast band was removed, one hand molding her breast as the other ventured down south. Light, fleeting fingertips trailed down, leaving a stir of desire in her gut. Pine and leather scented skin pressed flush against her as she would melt under her.
Hulya moaned softly as her own fingers teased the fabric covering her, slowly pushing them to one side to feel her warm, wet flesh. She bit her lip as the pads of her fingers found her needy clit.
She shut her eyes and imagine Nerri, looming over the Tal-Vashoth and drinking in every sound she can get out of her. Hulya’s other hand groped her breast as she rubbed slow circles into her clit. Her fantasy played; Nerri giving her that lopsided, toothy grin when Hulya spread her thighs to the elf. She still had faint bites and hickeys along her inner thighs that were sensitive to the touch. The hand left her breast and moved to her inner thighs, feeling the tender skin with a soft moan.
The hand wandered up to join it’s twin, taking over the tender care on her clit as the other brushed against her wet, wanting entrance. Hulya bit her lip as her fantasy lover lowered her grinning mouth on her, her eager tongue tasting her arousal like the honey she loved so dear. She sunk her middle and ring finger into herself with a sigh.
Hulya’s fingers started a slow rhythmn, moving her other hand up to her pillow to grasp. She spread her thighs wider as her fantasy played on. Nerri’s devious tongue made the fire under Hulya’s skin stir hotter. Her fingers sunk as far as they could go, making her whimper Nerri’s name to herself.
Nerri’s fingers joined her wicked tongue and Hulya could barely contain her moans. Her toes curled as she added a third finger, muttering and whimpering Nerri’s name like a prayer. Though her hand and fingers grew tired, the Tal-Vashoth couldn’t bring herself to stop when she was so wet and close to euphoria. Her fingers went faster and she brought her other hand back to her clit, making her thighs jerk and quiver at the added pleasure.
Hulya’s moans went higher in pitch as she cried out Nerri’s name, coming undone. Her thighs and hips spasmed wildly at the height of her release. The rogue’s tired fingers slowed as the aftershocks died down. Her toes uncurled and she shakily removed her fingers from her self with a gentle whimper. She laid sprawled out on top of her blankets, her chest heaving with her pants and her curly hair sticking to her brow. Her body felt like jelly and her mind felt blank for the moment.
Hulya didn’t hear the doors to her balcony open nor the quiet patting of bare feet on the cobblestone floor. She opened her eyes in surprise when she felt a small, familiar hand on her hip. Hulya opened her eyes and saw Nerri, real and in the flesh, giving her that suggestive, toothy grin she had fantasized about only moments ago.
“Took care of yerself while I was away, did ya?” The Dalish teased.
Hulya blushed heavily but couldn’t help but sit up and hug the small elf, inhaling her scent and making the elf smile. Nerri wasted no time and laid on top of Hulya like a warm body pillow.
Hulya laid back and felt herself begin to doze until she felt Nerri tease her neck with her sharp teeth.
“Yer hand ain’t me, Hulya,” She said, her hand wandering down, “So I’ll be sure to have ya screamin’ louder than yer hand could ever do.”