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Title: Larunalia (Chapter 3)
Author: Elise Olisbos
Keywords/Codes: futanari/dickgirl, fantasy
Summary: The manifestation of a death-goddess finds her consort.
(Inspired by the myths of Isis and Lemminkäinen.)

NOTES: Written for the Autumn Harvest contest over at the
Hentai-Foundry forums.

**Chapter 3 - At the Necrohal**

Kir woke up quickly, a habit that had never been a part of her
natural speed. She'd had to train herself to wake up in such a
manner, in case the captain roused her squad against intruders to
Laru-lel. She wasn't in the dormitories, though. The smell was
different, and even though it was dark there was the sensation of
a wide room. She was definitely not in the cramped room assigned
to her in the Towers.

The memory of the past few weeks flooded her mind; the room
wasn't moving, so she wasn't in the massive carriage of the
Eluuar, going from city to city and presented as the Consort
during the remainder of Luranalia. It had been tiring, and mostly
people had wanted to gawk at the Eluuar. However, in the city of
Prial, there had been fanatics who had wanted to take a piece of
the Eluuar's clothing as a charm. Kir's sentinel training had
been put to the test, for the crowd had pressed in close and
sharp knives had been brought into play. Kir had had to disarm at
least seventeen zealots, and tried to ignore the whispers of
"Gelnadyar! Gelnadyar!" that followed the rapid flashing of her
sword.

Vitalia's reaction to all of that excitement had been a small
smile beneath that beaded veil, and a quick touch to Kir's hand
when they had climbed back into the carriage. The Eluuar could
have easily reduced the devotees to dust if they had attempted to
harm her, but Kir had begun to realise that Vitalia tried to keep
a very tight rein on her frightful powers.

"Thank you, Bahjkir," Vitalia had murmured.

"That's what I'm here for," had been Kir's response. She'd had to
pull her gaze away from the sweet curve of Vitalia's mouth. As
they travelled, they'd talked to each other, and played games.
Kir discovered that Vitalia had an underhanded sense of humour,
and she didn't mind losing at games at all. The Eluuar was more
open to children and older folk, and had a particular soft spot
for animals. Kir also found out that underneath the piles of
silky ceremonial robes worn by the Eluuar, Vitalia was
surprisingly curvy, with a small waist, wide hips and nicely
shaped breasts.

That revelation had been by accident, really. They'd been staying
at a temple on the outskirts of Prial, and when Kir had knocked
on the door, the blasted wraith had given her access. Vitalia had
been getting dressed for the morning, standing by the bed in her
sheer underclothes as Malon pulled out garments from the
travelling trunk. Vitalia was short, yes, but that seemed to only
enhance the sensual lines of her figure.

"Sorry!" Kir had blurted out before retreating with great
alacrity. She'd glared at the door, which had emanated a contrite
air, and didn't look Vitalia in the eye for the rest of the day.
If she did, then her cock would have probably gone hard again as
it did at the sight of Vitalia's nipples clearly outlined in the
thin material. She had large, dark areolas, and Kir could almost
detect their taste in her mouth, just by thinking about it.

Now, a bell tolled in the distance and Kir remembered: she was
finally at the Necrohal. She stretched a little and then froze
when a smaller but solid body rolled against her side. Right,
there was also the fact that somehow, Vitalia had convinced her
to stay in the private rooms of the Eluuar.

"Your quarters aren't quite ready yet," Vitalia had pointed out.
"And I do need my personal sentinel at my side."

"Who would dare attack you in the Necrohal?" Kir had wondered out
loud, even though she smiled to soften the sarcasm in her voice.
Vitalia had raised both eyebrows with suspicious innocence.

Kir had kept to one side of the bed and Vitalia at the other.
Now, they were both in the middle, and Vitalia cuddled even more
against Kir's side. One of her hands crept onto Kir's flat
stomach and laid there, small fingers splayed loosely. She
murmured in her sleep and rocked her hips slightly. Kir let out a
soft groan, and her cock began to perk up in interest.

The door-wraith rose up out of its light slumber. While Kir
couldn't see them, recently she found that she could sense their
presence, like warm oscillations in the air. Each wraith, ghoul
and spectre had a different vibration; they were very distinct to
her now, even at the individual level, and Kir made an effort to
remember their names.

"We're fine, Oloi," she whispered and it hummed before settling
back into whatever passed as sleep for wraiths. She took
Vitalia's hand by the wrist and placed it in front of her, before
she shifted away slightly and tried to go back to sleep. Vitalia
moved closer again, and her hand returned to its spot on Kir's
stomach. However, instead of staying there, it began to drift
down towards Kir's crotch.

"Vitalia?" Kir whispered, wrapping her fingers around the
trespassing wrist again. Her eyesight began to acclimate to the
darkness, and she could see Vitalia raise her head a little.

"Yes?" Vitalia responded in a sleep-blurry voice.

"Your hand," Kir told her. "It's...touching me," she finished and
made a face at how childish that sounded.

"It's...oh. Touching you. I'm so sorry." Vitalia tugged her hand
out of Kir's grasp and wriggled backwards, leaving a cold column
of space between them. She lay on her back and flung an arm over
her eyes. "Sorry. Go back to sleep."

Kir took one deep breath, then another. Vitalia didn't touch
others, unless she really wanted to. Kir reached out and held
onto her wrist again, pulling her close.

Kir kissed her before she could say anything. Vitalia's lips
parted under hers without resistance, and she kissed back
eagerly. Kir plucked up the hem of her thin night-gown and
stroked the fleshy, shorn lips of her cunt. Vitalia whimpered in
the back of her throat as Kir's fingers rubbed light circles over
the nub of her clit; when Kir pushed even further, Vitalia's
pussy throbbed wetly around her fingers.

Roughly, Vitalia pulled at the tie in the front of Kir's
night-robe. When it parted, she pushed her free hand in and
grabbed Kir's cock, stroking it with a complete lack of timidity.
Her palm was dry, and Kir broke their frantic kiss with a sound
that was a mixture of a groan and a laugh. She took that other
hand and licked Vitalia's palm from wrist to fingers. When she
released the small wrist from her grip, Vitalia grasped her cock
again and gave it a long, slippery stroke.

"Better?" Vitalia asked, her eyes gleaming in the dark.

"Much better," Kir agreed and went for her mouth again. She
thrust into Vitalia's grip as she fingered her, and bit at
Vitalia's bottom lip. Vitalia laughed, and bit her back. In
playful retaliation, Kir snatched at the hand which fondled her
cock, and pinned both of them over Vitalia's head.

"Don't move," she said and slide down Vitalia's body, releasing
her hands to push open her legs. She stroked Vitalia's labia with
her thumbs, pulled them apart and bent close to lick up and down
the slit in a slow, wet line. Vitalia's hips jerked when Kir used
the point of her tongue to tap her clit. Kir reached for her
prick with one hand, squeezing it now and again at the base. She
didn't want to come as yet.

Vitalia moaned something, words garbled. She grabbed onto the
sides of Kir's head, grinding up onto Kir's mouth and lapping
tongue. Kir worked at her feverishly, enjoying the gush of
Vitalia's juices. Suddenly, Vitalia's thighs clamped at the sides
of her head and her whole body shuddered as she released sharp
little cries. Kir withstood her orgasm stoically; she'd been
through worse during sentinel training, anyway. Besides, it
didn't take long for Vitalia's body to cease spasming. She
relaxed, and Kir sat back on her heels, wiping at the moisture
smeared across her mouth with the palm of her hand. With some
satisfaction, she surveyed Vitalia's loose-limbed body. She'd
done that to the Eluuar, a being known to demolish entire
buildings in between one breath and the next.

Vitalia's eyes had been closed, and she opened them, licking her
lips as she watched Kir slowly fist her prick. She sat up with a
soft, content groan and pulled off her night-dress completely.
Then, she went back on her elbows, drew up her knees and let her
legs fall apart. Kir shifted up until she was close enough to rub
the flared head off her cock along Vitalia's spit-slicked labia.

"Stop teasing," Vitalia complained in a breathless whisper after
she heaved her hips up to get Kir's cock deeper inside, and Kir
had pulled away playfully. "Come on."

Kir didn't give her a chance to speak again. Quickly, she braced
her fists on either side of Vitalia's head, her night-robe
draping down on one side and pushed inside her with one long,
steady plunge. She didn't meet any resistance, nor did she expect
any. To watch Vitalia's head fall back was a pleasure, and Kir
pulled back almost all the way out, and thrust in again, sharper
this time. She lunged again and again into the tight, wet warmth
of Vitalia's cunt, grunting every time the cradle of their hips
met. Her knees slipped on the smooth surface of the sheets and
she paused to steady herself, feeling trails of sweat down her
cheeks and the middle of her back. Vitalia stared up at her,
panting. Her hair lay in a tangled mess across the pile of
pillows. Kir reached between them, running her thumb against the
swollen lips of Vitalia's cunt stretched over her thick cock.

Surging up, Vitalia threw her arms around Kir's neck and almost
blindly sought out her mouth again. Kir sat back on her heels,
bringing the smaller woman with her. Vitalia shuddered and moaned
brokenly as she slid down on Kir's prick. She wrapped her legs
around Kir's waist, and they were so close now; their breasts
mashed together, both of Kir's arms holding Vitalia tightly.
Vitalia's hair tickled Kir's skin: the backs of her arms, her
shoulders, those silver tresses seemed to be everywhere. Kir was
so deep inside, and she put the muscles of her thighs to good
use, jabbing up into Vitalia with a merciless rhythm. With every
push, Vitalia released a truncated gasp and at one point sobbed,
"Kir!" The walls of her pussy clenched tight and seemed to ripple
around Kir's cock.

Kir came hard. The cadence of their movement sped up and
disintegrated to rough, graceless bucking. Kir grunted as her
seed flooded Vitalia's body and she jerked helplessly with every
spurt. Spent, she managed to loosen her grip on Vitalia, letting
her settle back on the bed before collapsing beside her, closing
her eyes. She truly meant to get up and find a bit of cloth to
wipe away the mingled come from their bodies, but her body
disregarded all her weary commands.

The door click open, a quiet noise in comparison to the way Kir
heaved for breath. Something warm brushed over her cock; she
barely opened her eyes and watched as Vitalia carefully dabbed at
her groin, before attending to her own crotch. She held up the
used cloth and it twirled out of her hand, floating off to the
bathing room.

Too content to feel embarrassed, Kir murmured: "Was there a ghoul
out there the whole time?"

Vitalia chuckled. "No. I called for it to fetch me a cloth, just
now." She lay near to Kir, but didn't touch her. Kir appreciated
that. Her skin still felt a bit oversensitive, and despite the
natural chill of the Necrohal, she was hot at the moment.

Kir rolled onto her side, facing her. "You called it with your
mind?"

"I suppose?" Vitalia answered and shrugged, even though she lay
on her side as well, both hands clasped under her cheek.

"If anyone chooses to attack now, I'll be completely useless,"
Kir pointed out, reaching out to trail her fingers down Vitalia's
bare shoulder, and the soft skin of her arm. "It will be all your
fault."

Vitalia grinned widely. "I'll just have to watch your back,
then," and laughed out loud when Kir gave her a quick pinch.

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