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Petra shivered as she padded through the monastery courtyard. It was cold up in the mountains, especially at night, and her leather armor and light fabrics left much of her skin exposed to the elements. Still, she was a warrior of Brigid, and she wore the traditional dress with pride. Her only concession to the cold was a heavy bearskin cape from Faerghus, a gift from the very woman she was now in search of.
She pulled the cape tighter as she passed the boarded building that once housed the main classrooms of the Officer’s Academy. The war had changed things, and now they were mostly extra barracks for soldiers. She doubted she’d find her quarry there, so she turned her attention to the last place she’d yet to check. The heavy doors of the training hall creaked as she pushed them open, but under that she could hear a feminine grunt of effort.
Petra rounded the corner, and found her quarry, Annette Fantine Dominic. The slight woman was standing in the middle of the training square, facing off against a sturdy wooden dummy. Her chest was heaving with effort, and her normally fiery hair was dark with sweat. She was holding one of the hefty training axes in shaky hands, panting as she raised it above her head, bringing it down with a ferocious cry. The blow was strong but clumsy, and the wooden blade glanced off the dummy at a bad angle, twisting out of her grip and sending her reeling onto her ass.
“I was thinking I would find you in the library, or maybe the eating hall. It is unusual to be finding you on the training ground this late,” Petra chided.
Annette squealed, twisting to face her. “P-Petra! You startled me!”
“That was not my intention,” Petra shook her head apologetically as she approached, eyeing the smaller woman with concern. “You had not come back to our bed. I was finding it cold and empty.”
Annette’s face burned, with effort or embarrassment she couldn’t tell. “I’m sorry, I had no idea it got so late.”
Petra smiled, offering her hand. “It is alright. I am used to you losing track of the time. It is charming, yes?”
Now it was definitely a blush Annette was feeling. “Petraaaa - ” her voice cracked as she let herself be hauled to her feet. She’d always had a weakness for compliments. She brushed herself off, attempting to straighten her disheveled skirts as she nodded her thanks. She cleared her throat, glancing back as the weapon she had dropped. “Thank you. W-while you’re here, do you want to, um, spar?”
Petra laughed in surprise. “Now you are sounding like Felix! Have you been - how is it - ‘bitten by the bug?’” Annette shook her head, and Petra’s smile fell as she noticed the serious glint in her partner’s eye. “This is not for enjoyment, is it? What is wrong, beloved?”
Annette wasn’t just sweaty, she was drenched, and trembling with fatigue. Petra looked at her hands, turning them to examine her palms. Those familiar hands, so slender and soft. They were of a scholar and mage, but now they were red and raw, and her heart broke to see it.
“I just - ” Annette sniffed, a shudder running through her body as she pulled away. “I just need to train, that’s all!”
Petra frowned, placing a stern grip on her shoulder. “You have trained enough today. You will be coming to bed with me.”
“I can’t! I have to - ”
“Annette,” Petra said firmly. “This is for your health. It is not good to be hurting yourself like this.”
Annette’s eyes flashed as they met her lover’s. “Make me.”
Petra blinked, taken aback. “Excuse me?”
Annette stepped away, slipping from her grasp. Her eyes were defiant but also… desperate. She raised her fists in a shaky but passable stance, and an unnatural wind teased at the ends of her hair. “I can’t stop. I have to train. People are counting on me - the Professor is counting on me. So if you want me to go to bed… make me. Please.”
The way her voice broke on the last word pulled at Petra’s heart. She loved Annette, and hated to see her upset. She was always a worrier, the type to let expectations run wild in her head. Ever since the army had acquired her family’s Relic, the war had put even more pressure on her.
“Very well,” Petra said as she lowered into a battle stance. “You are asking for it.”
She charged forward, closing on her lover in the blink of an eye. Annette, exhausted as she was, could barely raise her guard before her girlfriend was on her, grabbing her wrist in a grip like an iron manacle, and even Annette's Crest-blooded body wasn't a match for the Brigid woman's raw strength. Petra moved like a zephyr as she slipped behind her, locking her arm behind her back with one hand with the other snaking around to grasp the shorter woman in a mighty embrace.
"Now," Petra purred raspily, "are you going to behave for me, dearest?"
Annette mewled as Petra's hand slipped down, fingers pressing into the front of her skirt, feeling for the warmth between her legs. She flushed, panting, her heart pounding like a wardrum in her chest. Still, she leaned back, feeling Petra’s toned body against her back. "Mh! M-maybe you'll have to make me."
Behind her, Petra grinned. "Very well, beloved." She nipped at her lover's ear, pinching the lobe briefly between her teeth, before spinning the shorter woman toward the door to march her out of the training area. It was night, but not so late that everyone would be sleeping yet. Fortunately, it was cold enough to keep most indoors for the evening.
Still, the risk of discovery made Annette's blood rush. She was nobility, the scion of house Dominic, for as little as she cared to stand on ceremony. But the thought of getting caught being manhandled by her girlfriend - the wagging tongues and gossip that would follow - it filled her with both nerves and a tiny thrill of excitement. She had pushed for it after all, and it seemed this was her comeuppance.
Even so, they managed to cross the monastery grounds uninterrupted. Petra got her to their room, throwing open the door before kicking it shut behind her. She released her lover, spinning her around and catching her with a hungry gaze. “I think it would be doing you good to be stripping out of those dirty clothes.”
“Y-yes ma’am…” Annette nodded shyly. No matter how many times they were together, she still couldn’t keep the blush off her face whenever her girlfriend saw her naked. Petra’s hands took hers reassuringly, and together they began unfastening her dress.
The rich fabric fell to the floor, pooling with a silky whisper.
She raised her eyes, blue pools meeting brown. Petra smiled, tracing her thumbs over Annette’s collarbone, following the trail of freckles from sternum to shoulder. Annette shuddered submissively, folding her hands together behind her back as her lover inspected her. Purring, Petra leaned in, unbinding her smallclothes and letting them fall to the floor on top of the dress. Her hands continued to explore, following the curves of her sides as they came to rest on her firm buttocks.
Annette let out a startled yelp as her lover suddenly scooped her up, tossing her bodily onto the bed where she sank into a deep nest of wool and furs. Petra pounced onto the bed after her, straddling Annette's hips under hers and pinning her shoulders to the mattress with her palms. Her purple hair hung low, wavy locks tickling Annette's nose as thin decorative braids fell against her cheeks.
"You are needing help relaxing." She leaned in, brushing her nose with Annette's before placing a quick peck on her lips. "I will help. Give me your hands."
Annette whimpered, offering her slender wrists to her girlfriend's powerful grip. Petra took them, pinning them together with one hand as the other searched her nightstand, quickly finding a well used leather strap. Quickly she looped it around, binding her wrists in a cross. Annette flexed experimentally. The thong was soft and pliable, well broken in and oiled lovingly by her faithful partner, yet quite inescapable. She met Petra's gaze, wide eyes full of eager trust. Petra grinned, leaning in for another kiss as her hand cupped Annette's breast, pinching a pink nipple between strong fingers. "Please relax, beloved. I will be needing you to grab the headboard."
Annette nodded, wriggling expectantly under her lover as she did as she was asked. As light as the bondage was, it was enough to send a thrill of excitement through her spine, and her thighs rubbed together eagerly as her hands gripped the wooden bars. It was simple, but she wouldn’t disobey easily.
She was a good girl, after all...
Petra grinned as she slid down the bed, brushing her fingers along Annette's body. Annette stifled a gasp, drawing in her tummy as Petra’s hair brushed against her navel. Petra chuckled lightly, eating up the way her girlfriend squirmed beneath her touch. Finally, her hands found Annette’s thighs, quivering under her touch.
They were toned and soft all at once, slender and fit, but with the thinnest layer of delicious fat under creamy skin. She pressed her thumbs in, dimpling the skin as she guided them apart, leaning in to smell her lover’s delicate sex.
She grinned at Annette’s desperate mewl. “Be patient, dearest Annie.” She leaned in, gently teasing her swelling folds with her breath and relishing the way her lover’s thighs tensed around her. She knew Annette must be desperate, she was like a fine bowstring, but Petra was a skilled archer. She brushed her nose across the delicate lips, feeling how warm Annette was down there, the slight twitch of her pulse within her blushing flower.
With a hum, she drew her tongue across her lover. Annette gasped as it teased the folds of her sex, slipping between her labia before dancing across her clit. Petra rolled the tip around the budding pearl, savoring the sweet taste of her. Firm muscles flexed under her hands, Annette fighting herself as the urge to obey warred with her desire to lock her legs around Patra’s head. Petra chuckled as she continued to explore her, her thumbs massaging taut thighs.
"P-Petra please," Annette whimpered as Petra moved to suckle her clit, then flicking across it with her tongue as her lips locked around it in a warm embrace. The feeling was driving her mad, and her knuckles were white as she strangled headboard in a deathgrip. But Petra didn’t let up, playing her closer and closer to the edge even as her toes curled into the blankets. “Petraa~!”
Slowly, Petra drew away, Annette’s hips rising desperately after her until they disengaged with a pop and a thin string of saliva and precum. Annette was throbbing, feeling like her clit had doubled in size as it all but twitched against the air. She tried not to whine, she really did, but her voice broke with a desperate mewl at the sudden loss of contact.
Grinning, Petra pulled herself up, crawling forward to lay beside Annette, leaving one leg draped across her thigh while the other squeezed under to lock her in place. Twisting, she leaned across her belly, causing Annette to suck in a deep breath as Petra’s weight came to rest across her abdomen, arm resting on one side and her hip on the other. The fingers of her other hand danced across her ticklish thighs, earning a squeal.
“Since you are asking nicely,” Petra teased, fingertips dancing over Annette’s needy snatch. They slipped in easily, middle and ring fingers plunging deep as Annette moaned, immediately tightening around them. They curled slowly, exploring her intimates as the pointer and pinkie stroked the throbbing labia. Breathing heavily, Annette twisted, her free leg curling up against herself as Petra’s thumb found her abandoned clit.
“Stay down,” Petra scolded as she started pumping her fingers, massaging the sweet spots she was so familiar with by now. Annette was in little position to listen, as she bucked and twisted under her tender ministration. Petra slapped her thigh with her free hand, shoving it back down against the bed. “Behave!”
"Y-yes, princess!" Annette huffed breathlessly.
Even Petra blushed at that. ‘Princess.’ It was technically true, but when Annette said it, it was a term of endearment rather than a royal title. She twisted her fingers, determined to show her approval, and Annette seemed to get the message as her breaths came with little squeaks and screams. She was not a quiet lover, and Petra adored her for it. Damn Fodlan, and damn decorum! She didn't care if the whole army knew she was conquering her mate. Annette's beautiful singing was to be shared, free like the wind, not bottled up for her own selfishness.
Annette herself was too far gone to worry about who may or may not be hearing her nighttime adulations. "I'm close, Petra! Oh, g-goddess, I'm so close!"
Petra doubled down, pressing her free hand into the small of her lover's belly, finding that sweet spot beneath her navel. She could feel her own fingers as she massaged Annette, inside and out, digits undulating rhythmically inside her needy cunt. She felt Annette tense beneath her, heels digging into the mattress as her abs tightened, her inner walls nearly crushing Petra's hand as she came hard, soaking the bed with glistening love-juice. Petra kept going, milking the orgasm as long as she could as Annette's scream rose past ear piercing to absolute silence as her voice broke. She was trembling under Petra’s touch, voluntary motion completely overridden by postorgasmic spasms as her whole body trembled.
Petra drew her hand out slowly, earning another shudder from her nigh-comatose girlfriend. Her cum formed a sticky bridge from fingers to pussy, before snapping as Petra put them to her lips to lick them clean. Annette sprawled across the bedcovers, hair a tangled mess and even more sweaty and disheveled than when Petra had found her but now bearing a content smile and a satisfied glow.
"That was great, Petra,” she panted a few minutes later, once she caught her breath a little. “I needed that."
Petra smiled gently, twisting to be face to face before capturing her lips in a brief kiss. "I was noticing." She kissed her again, deeper.
A look of supreme contentment graced Annette’s features as her eyes fluttered closed, the stress of earlier giving way to the drowsiness of post-coital bliss. The bed shifted as Petra scooted off, and a moment later her ears were met with the sounds of fabric and leather hitting the floor. She opened one eye, taking in the sight of her beautiful girlfriend, naked body haloed by golden candlelight. With her bronze skin and tight muscles, decorated with the intricate tattoos of her people, she looked nothing short of the warrior princess she was. “Coming to bed?”
“Not just yet, dearest,” Petra answered with a wicked smirk.
“Uh, Petra?” Annette asked nervously, pushing herself up to half sitting. It did not escape her that her wrists were still bound. “Whatcha doing, love?” Her eyes widened as she realized what Petra was going for. “Eh!? I-isn’t that a bit - I already came, Petra - !”
Petra’s grin was predatory as she fastened the dark leather harness around her hips. She turned slightly, and the long, hard shaft of a thick wooden dildo stood proudly out from her body. Quick as a flash, she grabbed Annette’s ankle, pulling her to the edge of the bed. "That was for relaxing. This is for making sure you are staying in tomorrow as well."
“Ah- l-lover,” Annette protested weakly. Her heart was hammering in anxious anticipation, but it had been a long day, but Petra looked so eager, but - “What abou- whoa!” she was cut off as Petra made the decision for her, flipping her back onto the bed and pulling her knees apart, the tip of the shaft resting against her belly.
“Do not be worrying, I will be telling the professor that you are needing a few days off.”
“A-a few days!?” Annette gasped as the faux cock found its way into her, plunging deep, deep inside. Unyielding wood it might be, but it was well polished and oiled, perfectly smooth, and she was very wet. “Hng - ! You’re a v-villain, Petra!” she squealed as it thumped into her, their hips meeting so the entire length disappeared between them.
Petra grinned, knowing Annette wouldn’t actually resist. Not when she didn’t have any real, non-self-imposed deadlines looming over her anyway. Despite the war, they were in a rare period of relative peace, and it was mostly Annette getting into her own head that was causing her stress. But that was something Petra was used to by now, and something she was very happy to help out with.
“I am your villain, beloved,” she purred, rolling her hips. Annette groaned, raising her own hips to meet hers, until they were moving in rhythm, the sound of flesh clapping together filling the bedroom. Whatever the thing lacked in dexterity, it more than made up for in size, filling Annette to the brink and then some, pounding deep into her core over and over again.
Firm hands gripped her ankles, and Petra lifted her legs back, back, back, until her knees were touching her chest, squishing her modest breasts. She leaned in, using the leverage to pound her lover furiously, drawing countless sounds and squeals from her. Every movement ground the dildo against her own cunt, its knobbled end transferring every movement, every thrust, every one of Annette’s tweaks and twitches back to her until she was dripping just as much as her girlfriend.
When Annette came, she constricted so hard around the dildo that Petra could no longer pull it out. Instead she just kept rocking, rubbing herself to the edge while her lover dropped deeper and deeper into her orgasm. But now she was ready. She needed more. The sight of her girlfriend always made her heart flutter, having her under her always stirred her lust, but now she was beyond horny. Annette had already had two, it was Petra’s turn.
She flipped Annette onto her side, barely letting her recover as she resumed her feverish thrusting. Annette offered a weak and insincere protest as Petra levered her leg into the air, hugging it tight to her body, between her breasts. The new angle was even tighter, rubbing her in new and wonderful ways as she descended deeper into her love-drunk haze. She gripped the blankets desperately, unable to do much else with her hands bound, and her eyes rolled back as the hard shaft stirred her insides.
Even with two, she still came before Petra, the previous orgasms putting her on a hair trigger. However, Petra followed shortly after, screaming shamelessly as they came in unison, locked together in ecstatic embrace.
"Hah - hah, f-fucking,” Petra gasped.
“It’s - hah - ‘fuck,’” Annette corrected, panting hard, cheeks flushed red.
“Fuck,” Petra repeated, tumbling forward as Annette’s leg slipped from her grasp. She landed on her side on the bed, her own hair tousled and her fit body glistening with sweat. She leaned forward, touching her forehead to her lover’s, and they met in a sweet, surprisingly innocent kiss.
“Are you satisfied yet?” Annette asked when they pulled away.
Petra laughed softly. “I am meant to be the one asking you that.” She leaned in, helping herself to another kiss. “But you are quite stubborn. I am thinking, if I let you go now, you might still be sneaking off on me in the morning.”
Annette groaned, a slight giggle escaping her. “You are insatiable, Petra.” But her eyes had a mischievous glint. “You might be right though. I think I could still walk if I wanted to… maybe.”
“Well,” Petra grinned, “we cannot be having that, can we? I will be having to teach you another lesson.”
“I was always a good student,” Annette smiled back.
As it turned out, neither Petra nor Annette were able to report to the professor the next day. But given the number of noise complaints that had been lodged that morning, there was little wonder as to why. Their comrades decided to let them sleep in.