Chapter 556: Chapter 556 - [ALMOST-R18] Kissing And Talking Away The Last Worries

Qatrand’s eyes softened at the tone turning wry. It had been much more loving than teasing, making her nod before she lowered herself onto her wife. The brunette wrapped her arms around the taller woman’s back, pulling herself bodily closer, so that their lips could meet softly together. To Qat, those were almost softer than she remembered - but possessed exactly the technique she’d longed for on lonely nights.

Gentleness mixed together with intent to claim all of the similar fleshy territory on her husband-wife. Pressing at her corners, pinching and pulling at her lower lip, twisting and varying the contact... so that every smooch, smack, and mischievous little tongue tip tracing flecks of escaped saliva was like a battle flow all its own.

Her spouse’s body was warm underneath as she fell deeper atop her, with circling touches and nail rakes on the back of a solid neck that were just so inviting. What was pressed between them added a new layer to the experience... plump, if average sized and youthfully pert ’cushioning’. Even without any further sexual experience, the swordswoman was confident enough to say in her head that she could kiss this wife this way without growing tired of it.

But... she was wrong. The former Yecine gradually took more initiative, opening her mouth and licking the other woman’s lips back. The reborn cultivator was quick to up the stakes, eager to please her too long neglected partner. Qat had been so very good to her after the mint-eyed girl warned that these kinds of deep kisses were dangerous for her Ogre powered libido.

Taking them slowly, gently, and attempting to keep her full focus on what was happening inside her body instead of blissfully losing herself to the experience. But that was when Elua was worried about ’making a mistake’ and assaulting her husband-wife further and further. Now, the pair of tongues danced with one another like they never had.

Uninhibited, wrestling for position and exploring depths and shape to the utmost. The ’young’ brunette woman could swear she was getting *dizzy* from it, even if she didn’t need to breathe that often. She could only call the experience intoxicating! Her veins pounded with the physical energy, flooding her with reactions that seemed like only a problem in this same past circumstances.

"Mn...Mn!"

Eventually the pair broke the makeout session and Elua’s hands moved rapidly on their own accord. To undo the buttons of Qatrand’s blazer. To slide it off her lover’s shoulders and remove the stupid shirt underneath.

"El...?

’I wanted to be undressed first but I just can’t stand it anymore.’

Fingertips danced across firm skin, almost frantic and indecisive... spoiled for choice as names for everything in her husband-wife’s strong anatomy sparkled like fireworks in her brain. Her defined pectorals and plunging, feather-like serratus anterior she had just been touching over clothes earlier... especially stroked some primal part of her when seen like this... without any barrier.

And that arousal made something inside clench, her hips flex on the bed as goosebumps spread. Her hands plunged south to once again catalog the feeling of each of her slightly uneven abdominals. The heights and dips of training that were all Qatrand, former Yecine or not. Mint locked on pigeon blue, toes curling, her mouth opening to try and compliment...

"Your muscles are so beautiful. I’m glad you kept healthy while I was gone. Glad you didn’t..."

However, the reincarnator trailed off as her spirit slammed out a vast ’hypothetical regret’. One which was still somehow, despite its power, eaten and restrained by the weaker Primalist spirit - so that it went nowhere far at all. Tendrils wrapped tight around her sometimes too fretful wife. Flooding her with so much consistent, pure, total ’love’...

"Haa..."

Mixed with spiking, nubile ’lust’ that it was a wonder Elua could only sigh out in mild relaxation and hadn’t truly moaned. But even if her mood-killing thoughts were being pacified, it didn’t erase them. She knew they needed to be addressed before they haunted the rest of the evening.

’When the person you love departs without warning, it *could* always cause changes that aren’t so good. I’m so glad... that it looks like I didn’t trust her strength to deal with what I put her through for nothing.’

It had been a calculated risk to leave Qatrand alone. She really didn’t think at the time, or even now, that the swordswoman would have done anything too drastic... but the truth was a harsh thing. People were not always as strong willed as you can estimate them to be, even with very deep spiritual assessment. Not if you can’t predict any and every detail of the future like the strongest of Clairvoyants.

And the unfulfilled worry that she had taken a risk with her own love brought a wetness to her eyes that the blonde needed to hear.

"I’m sorry. I really just... I didn’t want to do this too early. I know I wrote in letters, I know you wrote back, but I need to hear it now. If you can you forgive me?"

"El, I’m literally pining you down. Letting you touch me."

Qat’s face was nonplussed as she moved her own eyes a little closer to the quivering mint underneath. The fact that it was *real* worried her. She had been a little caught up in thinking too much about herself and her own fear, but now realized she took for granted just how ’okay’ the person she loved might be after her own years of solitary experience.

"After all that happened between us on the roof - and on the way here - do you think I hadn’t done so already?"

"I..."

"Does the spoken word of my forgiveness mean more than my actions? What you feel when your spirit touches mine? Do you accuse me of hiding a hatred to... what?"

She may no longer have a facade but that didn’t mean her own biology had changed all so much. The eighteen year old Elua puffed out her cheek, almost the same as if she were six. Then said something that seemed a little beyond her physical years and likely experience... the same as if she were that very age when they met.

"Maybe you don’t know, but angry sex with silent resentment is absolutely a thing, dear."

’...Well, perhaps not *exactly* the same as the selective topics we discussed when young!’

The one being poked fun at with that idea shook her head. She had, at one point, been offered a few more ’troubling’ novels to try and learn things from by Nysoi er Valmenf - after tasking her with some secretive purchases of far more milder nature. Many of those works she had set aside the very moment something about the situation being presented irked her. And she had *not* picked them back up to discover how those hated enemies grew to do more than implied sex.

"I wouldn’t know, no. And I probably won’t. Ever. Not for us."

"...You seem quite confident in that."

"You’re not the type of person to enjoy me being truly mad at you for any length of time. Nor do I want you to be mad at me, if we can talk it out like this."

Her pout deepened into more of a frown, realizing that the woman above her was not about to let her have this one.

’Well. That is very true. I actually can’t imagine being deeply upset with my precious gem at all.’

"So let’s keep it gentle like you asked, mint-drop. Tell me what to do... and I’ll do my best for you. Teach me. Okay?"

Every single one of those words slowly made Elua writhe and arch her back again. Hands swept across the blonde woman’s exposed collarbone. Imagining biting just short of too firmly on the iron-looking trapezius only inches away now on the heavy blade wielder. A muscle honed by hundreds and hundreds of thousands of dedicated sword swings.

Mint eyes blinked up at the earnest former Yecine before looking... just a little away in mischief. What she was about to say was the truth, but it didn’t make it any less of a ’joke’. Pushing for this shared time with all the confidence in the world, only to have to reveal to her partner... that a certain amount of inexperience could easily go both ways.

"Gentle is good, but too soft isn’t really always the answer. I’m not sure what to say. This body, I’ve never even... so you’ll... *we’ll* have to... play around a little?"

Rubbing along one bicep, down extensors and flexors on the forearm with the back of her knuckles, until she could angle her arm back completely. Until El could wedge her fingers up under that calloused palm pressed into the bedding. Pushing to interlock fingers, allowing Qatrand gil Yecine to shift her body weight back until she was sitting balanced above. On only her knees, around her smaller wife.

The other arm was handled and directed to hold the heiress up at her lower back. For a bracing support that would make them both feel much more connected, the moment more purposeful, and more involved in what she was about to suggest happen. El curled her own forearm underneath that warm armpit of her beloved’s, gripping the iron-feeling shoulder and rapidly getting more excited.

"I’ll control your hand here. And you pay attention to me. All of me. If anything seems to hurt, is sensitive... and especially the rhythms I find as I hump... much more physically this time."

And with the brunette pressing guidingly on top and speaking out in something close to her lecturing tone... the other hand of the swordswoman was directed to hike up the hem of a Silver dress and travel further inside.