The company included a large share of the nobility, but that did not automatically mean it had access to unlimited sums for paying its day-to-day expenses. In fact, Hector had admitted that he had been forced to do a number of things on credit, leading to a perfect snowball of interest that had essentially demolished the finances of the entire outfit. He and Eliwood had disappeared to the moneylenders to attempt a settlement before the next step of their campaign against the Black Fang, but, until that happened, the company had to settle for stuffing its entire membership into a single country inn.
Serra had managed to convince her so-called favorite person, Erk, to talk the innkeeper into sending up a tub – a large barrel that had been sawed in half, to be honest, but still a tub – and enough hot water to fill it for a bath. Granted, there might have been a line of people hoping to jump into it, but no one had the fortitude to tell her that she could not be first, and she had a big smile on her face as she locked the door of her room behind her – click – and discarded her robes at a speed that might have made a Pegasus turn green, her eyes sparkling as she noticed the steam rising from the water.
She let her hair down as she settled into the tub, leaning her head back to let the pink locks cascade over the rim as a long-suffering sigh escaped her lips. Before long, a sheen of sweat broke on her brow, and she half-closed her eyes as all the stress drained from her body. In a far corner of her awareness, as she half-dozed in the water, she thought there might have been another click, as of a person opening the door. Now, why might that be? Then, she realized that there might be a person there who was not supposed to be, and her eyes snapped open as she reached for her staff.
A sharp intake of breath, a female voice stating, "Oh, no!" Priscilla, and she already had one hand up to her mouth to show her surprise, a blush already spreading across her face. Hmm. Certainly not a rogue come to pillage either the room or the delights of a young woman in her bath. Serra, upon seeing her, relaxed back into the water, one brow raised. She had no idea what to tell the person she realized had been assigned to her as her roommate for the night, and she decided to let her sort her feelings on the matter before she opened her mouth to claim that she had been first to the bath.
"F-Forgive me, but I –" She seemed crestfallen, and the wing-like ornaments behind her ears almost seemed to wilt to emphasize that. "Erk told me that the staff had brought up a tub, but that was all he said. I-I had no idea that –" She looked left, looked right, still blushing, emphatically not looking at the tub and its occupant. "P-Please excuse me!" About to run from the room? That seemed ... improper to Serra, so she raised a hand to forestall her. The Valkyrie had great power, and her presence had a tendency to bring the average man to his knees, but she always seemed to defer to other people.
"Please, Pris," Serra said, sitting up straight in the tub, "no need to be dramatic. There is room enough in here for two people if you do not mind sharing." Priscilla promptly turned from a light pink to a profound red. "If you do, then you can wait until I am done. I am not about to give this up." She tilted her head, expecting her roommate to either excuse herself again or get over herself and climb into the bath. To her surprise, the Valkyrie did not leave, instead stepping to one side to snuff the one candle in the room before disrobing in the darkness. Modesty. Priscilla had that in perfect abundance.
Serra had to admit to a deep curiosity as she waited for the other woman to join her in the water. She had seen the way Erk – among many others, including several of the ladies – looked at the Valkyrie, and she had to ask herself what it was that her roommate had to offer that she did not. Did they all like the shy, retiring type? That, too, seemed ... improper. She, Serra, might have been one of the most domineering people in the company, but that did not make her off-putting. Or did it? She fought the urge to scowl, preferring instead to stuff that thought into the black box at the back of her brain.
She pulled her knees up to her chest to make room for Priscilla as the Valkyrie eased herself into the water, but there did not seem to be all the space that she had expected, resulting in a rather tight fit. They both still had plenty of water, but neither of them could dare to move more than one inch in any direction. Despite that, Serra retrieved a cake of soap from its place in a small bowl next to the tub, resolving to make the most of the situation as she offered to Priscilla, "Shall I scrub your back? I can at least do that, since –" She frowned. "– since that is about all I have space to do in here."
"Y-Yes. I am sorry. Thank you." No light but dapples of orange-yellow radiance through the curtain-covered window – the torches that the locals set up along the main street of the village at night, no doubt. No sound but hints of voices through the walls, suggesting all of the people in the inn. Touch had become the most reliable of the senses, and Serra let her curiosity have free rein as she put soap and cloth to good use, trailing her fingers through the white lather as she helped her roommate wash away the dust and sweat of several days on the road between one settlement in Lycia and the next.
Minutes passed, and silence dominated the space between them as Serra let her thoughts cycle through her head. Might she try pushing a boundary? Mischief between females had never been strange to Serra, and Priscilla represented opportunity. Then again, she had no desire to try and coerce the Valkyrie into doing anything involuntary, but ... it might do any harm to signal a certain willingness. More than once, Serra had seen her eyes slide – only for a second, perceptible to none but those who had a good idea of the signs – to Lyn, Rebecca, or one of the others. Perhaps she might – ?
No sense being too direct, Serra decided. Priscilla had the temperament of a doe in a forest of hunters, after all. She started by letting one hand stray, only a little, down to the swell of a hip. Because of the lack of distance between them, she had no difficulty detecting the subtle change to her breathing, and she grew slightly bolder, setting down the soap and cloth to trace her fingers along her ribs and the soft skin of her belly. No, she did not seem to mind that at all, but that did not entail permission to do as she pleased, and, to that end, she cupped her chin, turning her slightly to face her.
"Serra." No trace of a stutter. "I had thought that this might –" She paused, then rephrased. "Florina told me that you might –" She rephrased again. "I suspected that this might happen if you and I had time alone together. That –" She swallowed. "– is why I agreed to stay in this room with you." Impossible to read her face in the darkness, but her voice belied a quiet determination. "You seem ... like a safe person, if that makes any sense. For all that you say and do, I think that you are kinder and gentler than the others say –" Improper! "– if you will forgive me for saying so. I am sorry."
"Florina, hmm?" Serra replied, adjusting her legs in order to wrap both of her arms around Priscilla and pull her close. "I ought not to be surprised. She may be shy around all the boys, but she has no qualms about her taste for girls – Lyn, especially." Eliwood and Hector, among many others, had a fancy for Lyn, but they had started to grasp the idea that their peer might have a different inclination. Among the others, the bond between Lyn and Florina was the most open of secrets. "If you learned from her as I did, then there is no cause for fear, now, is there?" A conspiratorial chuckle.
"No, perhaps not." A long pause, full of possibility. "I ... understand that you like to dictate the course. Do ... as you wish." She leaned back, lowering her arms and letting her hands trail in the water as she waited expectantly. Submission? Unusual. Florina had been a very active partner in the bedroll, fond of indulging the give and take of sex in all of its aspects, and the others Serra had allowed into her fold of lovers – most notably Rebecca – had similar tastes. To have a new partner who preferred to be the object of affection presented a fresh challenge, one that she decided to accept.
No need for words after that. Serra had decided to take her time, to enjoy the whole experience from start to finish, and so she explored Priscilla, learning the unique language of her body, paying attention to how her caresses sped her heartbeat, shortened her breathing. The Valkyrie seemed to be all curves and softness, a fascinating change from lean, muscled tomboys like Rebecca and Florina. She also did her best to exercise restraint, biting her lip to keep a low moan from escaping after Serra slid two fingers between her legs in a tried-and-true circular motion.
"Be as quiet as you like, Pris," Serra whispered into one ear before running her tongue along its edge, producing a welcome shiver, "but do let me hear your voice, no matter how small you wish to make it." No sound of acknowledgment, only short breathing, but that stopped as soon as Serra lightly nipped at her neck. "Not long now, hmm?" She had found a sensitive spot between her shoulder blades, and she nipped at that, too, moving her free hand up to one breast to fondle it and encourage her towards a particularly intense orgasm that she knew was unlikely to be long in coming.
"I-I –" No resistance, only a sound between a sob and a sigh as she lay her head back, eyes closed, mouth wide open as her body trembled, her free-floating hands clenching into fists as the sensation flooded through her. Then, she went slack, spent in a way that the Cleric had never seen in a woman before. Serra held her close, whispering soothing things in her ear. All modesty and shyness, Priscilla, but, if she gave herself to a person, she gave herself completely, holding back none of her passion. That prompted Serra to smile to herself, pleased that she had found a new playmate.
They sat in the tub in silence for a little while as the water gradually lost its warmth. Then Priscilla said, opening her eyes again, "Your turn, Serra, but ... the bed. Please?" Serra assented, but, as soon as she rose to reach for the towel that had been provided, the Valkyrie came up behind her and spun her about by the waist, kissing her so fiercely that the towel slipped from her fingers as soon as she had grasped it. Before she knew it, Priscilla already had one hand hard at work, stoking the sensation in her moist heat almost before she had any idea that she was being thoroughly seduced.
Submission? Anything but – ! Had Priscilla lulled her into a false sense of control, only to snatch it from her? No, Serra decided, her knees already starting to go weak as the Valkyrie made love to her standing up. She simply returned affection in kind. Perhaps that explained why so many of the men had a strong desire for her? Shy and demure in public, but anybody who won her heart, man or woman, would receive all the love she had been saving. As Serra cried out softly in the night, already in the throes of orgasm, she realized that, if anybody could be called prey in that room, it might have been her.
[MA] FIC: Serra / Priscilla – Baths
The company included a large share of the nobility, but that did not automatically mean it had access to unlimited sums for paying its day-to-day expenses. In fact, Hector had admitted that he had been forced to do a number of things on credit, leading to a perfect snowball of interest that had essentially demolished the finances of the entire outfit. He and Eliwood had disappeared to the moneylenders to attempt a settlement before the next step of their campaign against the Black Fang, but, until that happened, the company had to settle for stuffing its entire membership into a single country inn.
Serra had managed to convince her so-called favorite person, Erk, to talk the innkeeper into sending up a tub – a large barrel that had been sawed in half, to be honest, but still a tub – and enough hot water to fill it for a bath. Granted, there might have been a line of people hoping to jump into it, but no one had the fortitude to tell her that she could not be first, and she had a big smile on her face as she locked the door of her room behind her – click – and discarded her robes at a speed that might have made a Pegasus turn green, her eyes sparkling as she noticed the steam rising from the water.
She let her hair down as she settled into the tub, leaning her head back to let the pink locks cascade over the rim as a long-suffering sigh escaped her lips. Before long, a sheen of sweat broke on her brow, and she half-closed her eyes as all the stress drained from her body. In a far corner of her awareness, as she half-dozed in the water, she thought there might have been another click, as of a person opening the door. Now, why might that be? Then, she realized that there might be a person there who was not supposed to be, and her eyes snapped open as she reached for her staff.
A sharp intake of breath, a female voice stating, "Oh, no!" Priscilla, and she already had one hand up to her mouth to show her surprise, a blush already spreading across her face. Hmm. Certainly not a rogue come to pillage either the room or the delights of a young woman in her bath. Serra, upon seeing her, relaxed back into the water, one brow raised. She had no idea what to tell the person she realized had been assigned to her as her roommate for the night, and she decided to let her sort her feelings on the matter before she opened her mouth to claim that she had been first to the bath.
"F-Forgive me, but I –" She seemed crestfallen, and the wing-like ornaments behind her ears almost seemed to wilt to emphasize that. "Erk told me that the staff had brought up a tub, but that was all he said. I-I had no idea that –" She looked left, looked right, still blushing, emphatically not looking at the tub and its occupant. "P-Please excuse me!" About to run from the room? That seemed ... improper to Serra, so she raised a hand to forestall her. The Valkyrie had great power, and her presence had a tendency to bring the average man to his knees, but she always seemed to defer to other people.
"Please, Pris," Serra said, sitting up straight in the tub, "no need to be dramatic. There is room enough in here for two people if you do not mind sharing." Priscilla promptly turned from a light pink to a profound red. "If you do, then you can wait until I am done. I am not about to give this up." She tilted her head, expecting her roommate to either excuse herself again or get over herself and climb into the bath. To her surprise, the Valkyrie did not leave, instead stepping to one side to snuff the one candle in the room before disrobing in the darkness. Modesty. Priscilla had that in perfect abundance.
Serra had to admit to a deep curiosity as she waited for the other woman to join her in the water. She had seen the way Erk – among many others, including several of the ladies – looked at the Valkyrie, and she had to ask herself what it was that her roommate had to offer that she did not. Did they all like the shy, retiring type? That, too, seemed ... improper. She, Serra, might have been one of the most domineering people in the company, but that did not make her off-putting. Or did it? She fought the urge to scowl, preferring instead to stuff that thought into the black box at the back of her brain.
She pulled her knees up to her chest to make room for Priscilla as the Valkyrie eased herself into the water, but there did not seem to be all the space that she had expected, resulting in a rather tight fit. They both still had plenty of water, but neither of them could dare to move more than one inch in any direction. Despite that, Serra retrieved a cake of soap from its place in a small bowl next to the tub, resolving to make the most of the situation as she offered to Priscilla, "Shall I scrub your back? I can at least do that, since –" She frowned. "– since that is about all I have space to do in here."
"Y-Yes. I am sorry. Thank you." No light but dapples of orange-yellow radiance through the curtain-covered window – the torches that the locals set up along the main street of the village at night, no doubt. No sound but hints of voices through the walls, suggesting all of the people in the inn. Touch had become the most reliable of the senses, and Serra let her curiosity have free rein as she put soap and cloth to good use, trailing her fingers through the white lather as she helped her roommate wash away the dust and sweat of several days on the road between one settlement in Lycia and the next.
Minutes passed, and silence dominated the space between them as Serra let her thoughts cycle through her head. Might she try pushing a boundary? Mischief between females had never been strange to Serra, and Priscilla represented opportunity. Then again, she had no desire to try and coerce the Valkyrie into doing anything involuntary, but ... it might do any harm to signal a certain willingness. More than once, Serra had seen her eyes slide – only for a second, perceptible to none but those who had a good idea of the signs – to Lyn, Rebecca, or one of the others. Perhaps she might – ?
No sense being too direct, Serra decided. Priscilla had the temperament of a doe in a forest of hunters, after all. She started by letting one hand stray, only a little, down to the swell of a hip. Because of the lack of distance between them, she had no difficulty detecting the subtle change to her breathing, and she grew slightly bolder, setting down the soap and cloth to trace her fingers along her ribs and the soft skin of her belly. No, she did not seem to mind that at all, but that did not entail permission to do as she pleased, and, to that end, she cupped her chin, turning her slightly to face her.
"Serra." No trace of a stutter. "I had thought that this might –" She paused, then rephrased. "Florina told me that you might –" She rephrased again. "I suspected that this might happen if you and I had time alone together. That –" She swallowed. "– is why I agreed to stay in this room with you." Impossible to read her face in the darkness, but her voice belied a quiet determination. "You seem ... like a safe person, if that makes any sense. For all that you say and do, I think that you are kinder and gentler than the others say –" Improper! "– if you will forgive me for saying so. I am sorry."
"Florina, hmm?" Serra replied, adjusting her legs in order to wrap both of her arms around Priscilla and pull her close. "I ought not to be surprised. She may be shy around all the boys, but she has no qualms about her taste for girls – Lyn, especially." Eliwood and Hector, among many others, had a fancy for Lyn, but they had started to grasp the idea that their peer might have a different inclination. Among the others, the bond between Lyn and Florina was the most open of secrets. "If you learned from her as I did, then there is no cause for fear, now, is there?" A conspiratorial chuckle.
"No, perhaps not." A long pause, full of possibility. "I ... understand that you like to dictate the course. Do ... as you wish." She leaned back, lowering her arms and letting her hands trail in the water as she waited expectantly. Submission? Unusual. Florina had been a very active partner in the bedroll, fond of indulging the give and take of sex in all of its aspects, and the others Serra had allowed into her fold of lovers – most notably Rebecca – had similar tastes. To have a new partner who preferred to be the object of affection presented a fresh challenge, one that she decided to accept.
No need for words after that. Serra had decided to take her time, to enjoy the whole experience from start to finish, and so she explored Priscilla, learning the unique language of her body, paying attention to how her caresses sped her heartbeat, shortened her breathing. The Valkyrie seemed to be all curves and softness, a fascinating change from lean, muscled tomboys like Rebecca and Florina. She also did her best to exercise restraint, biting her lip to keep a low moan from escaping after Serra slid two fingers between her legs in a tried-and-true circular motion.
"Be as quiet as you like, Pris," Serra whispered into one ear before running her tongue along its edge, producing a welcome shiver, "but do let me hear your voice, no matter how small you wish to make it." No sound of acknowledgment, only short breathing, but that stopped as soon as Serra lightly nipped at her neck. "Not long now, hmm?" She had found a sensitive spot between her shoulder blades, and she nipped at that, too, moving her free hand up to one breast to fondle it and encourage her towards a particularly intense orgasm that she knew was unlikely to be long in coming.
"I-I –" No resistance, only a sound between a sob and a sigh as she lay her head back, eyes closed, mouth wide open as her body trembled, her free-floating hands clenching into fists as the sensation flooded through her. Then, she went slack, spent in a way that the Cleric had never seen in a woman before. Serra held her close, whispering soothing things in her ear. All modesty and shyness, Priscilla, but, if she gave herself to a person, she gave herself completely, holding back none of her passion. That prompted Serra to smile to herself, pleased that she had found a new playmate.
They sat in the tub in silence for a little while as the water gradually lost its warmth. Then Priscilla said, opening her eyes again, "Your turn, Serra, but ... the bed. Please?" Serra assented, but, as soon as she rose to reach for the towel that had been provided, the Valkyrie came up behind her and spun her about by the waist, kissing her so fiercely that the towel slipped from her fingers as soon as she had grasped it. Before she knew it, Priscilla already had one hand hard at work, stoking the sensation in her moist heat almost before she had any idea that she was being thoroughly seduced.
Submission? Anything but – ! Had Priscilla lulled her into a false sense of control, only to snatch it from her? No, Serra decided, her knees already starting to go weak as the Valkyrie made love to her standing up. She simply returned affection in kind. Perhaps that explained why so many of the men had a strong desire for her? Shy and demure in public, but anybody who won her heart, man or woman, would receive all the love she had been saving. As Serra cried out softly in the night, already in the throes of orgasm, she realized that, if anybody could be called prey in that room, it might have been her.
END.