Fan Fiction ❯ A Morning's Pleasure ❯ The Fae And The Kitsune ( Chapter 1 )

A/N: SnowFox and Amarah are characters from Codemaster's The Realm and are mine and my friend's. This is a short story I wrote about them expressing their love for each other in the most beautiful and oldest of ways…

Anyone who is opposed to lesbian hentai, need not read any further. Oh, and Amarah is part faery and part drow, SnowFox is kitsune. (Fox-person for those who don't know what kitsune means…)

The day had nearly come to an end and Amarah was not at all happy. She cleaned her blade with the clothe and carefully applied a bit of oil to the metal to keep it from rusting and to keep the shine as she sat, cross-legged on the grass outside of her small dwelling, the pitiful remains of last night's hunt strewn across the ground around her.

She sighed and shoved a length of her silver hair from her azure eyes and thought; If it hadn't been for SnowFox, last night would have been a complete waste of time. For they'd gone hunting together, as usual and had come back with precious little in which to sustain themselves.

Her food larders where nearly empty and the white cold was fast approaching. Oh, she'd resort to feasting on troll flesh, she had in the past, but she didn't care for it. It was much too thick and greasy for her taste and the hairs had a way of getting stuck in her throat no matter how much she cooked it before she ate.

It didn't help matters much that every time she went out somewhere with her little kitsune lifemate they ended up doing other things than hunting and, as much as she enjoyed the other woman's company, she enjoyed a full belly as well. As if by magic, SnowFox suddenly materialized next to her, smiling her impish half-grin as she tossed her golden hair over one shoulder.

"SnowFox, Beloved!" Amarah smiled, her sword still across her lap, gleaming from the rubbing it's owner had been doing moments ago. She laid the blade in the grass next to it's sheath with the little fox-print markings SnowFox had crafted for her on their day of joining and embraced the smaller female, "How'd you sleep?"

"Off and on," The kitsune said, kissing Amarah's cheek swiftly, her fox tipped red and white ears flicking back and forth as she heard the sounds of the surrounding forest, that Amarah, for all her keen fae senses, could not, "After you left me, the bed was just too cold and I couldn't go back to sleep."

She pouted prettily and Amarah laughed, hugging her tightly to her. "You know I couldn't stay, Pretty one. I had to get back to put the meat away, you know your own larder needs filled as well…"

"We'll go hunting as soon as it's dark." SnowFox said, she was a night creature, the same as Amarah, who had a bit of dark blood coursing through her viens, being part faery and part drow elf, "You know I fare better by moonlight anyway."

Amarah nodded. "I'll stay over too, SnowFox…" She whispered against her lifemate's mouth just before she kissed her once more, "Too bad we don't live in the same house…"

"It's just easier this way." SnowFox said, her bushy russet-hued tail caressing Amarah's backside gently, "I know you need a place to get away from everyone…once in awhile…"

It was true. Ever since she had been a child, Amarah had been prone to bouts of deep depression, even though SnowFox did her best to coax Amarah out these when they came upon her, she knew Amarah needed her space now and then and that is the only reason she was content, as it was, to live seperately from her lifemate. Content as long as she stayed over a lot or allowed her to stay the over there.

She broke the embrace and helped Amarah gather up the treasure from last night's outing and carry the load into the house. SnowFox dropped the bag nex to the fire and sat down on the ground to pull of her boots and and jacket. She slipped down to the floor and thrust her toes out towards the warmth of the fire Amarah had recently magically stoked in the fireplace.

"Come sit with me, Beloved." The little Kitsune grinned over her shoulder, and Amarah sat next to her, leaning backwards into her love's embrace, she sighed as SnowFox began playing with her hair with soft fingers, "I've always loved your hair…"

"Why?" Amarah asked, "You know I dye it every chance I get!"

SnowFox and Amarah laughed and SnowFox said; "Yes, and I really wish you didn't! Your naterual hue is so becoming…I've always loved silvery hair against dark skin…"

Amarah turned around to face her and said, her own hand touching SnowFox's pale cheek; "But your skin feels like the softest flower petals and looks like snow in spring, so beautifull."

SnowFox did not reply, she only cupped Amarah's face in her hands and titled it back a bit, capturing her mouth with her own, slipping her darting tongue between the fae's lips and tasting her sweetness like honey. She sighed as Amarah ran her hands across her shoulders and over the material of her tunic, feeling the hardened nubs of SnowFox's erect nipples.

"Amarah…" SnowFox sighed as she felt her lover's hand trail across her flesh as they pushed her tunic up away from her stomach, causing little trembles of pleasure to course across the skin of her belly. Amarah pushed her back gently up on the fire-warmed pelt of a slain blood fenris and rained a series of tender kisses upon her lips, pausing to nip playfully at her chin and making the kitsune giggle a bit, before continueing downwards towards her throat.

"Shh…" Amarah said, her face pressed up against SnowFox's throat, licking the hollow delicately and causing her lifemate to writhe beneath her, "This morning is all for us…"

The morning sun had just began to peek through the trees of the forest and beams of golden light filtered in through the window, but Amarah spoke a swift spell and room remained in dimness, just enough light to see by but not too overpowering since both creatures did not fare well in the light of day.

Without speaking, SnowFox reached up and began to undo the lacings upon Amarah's shirt, pulling the material apart to reveal the other woman's glorious round orbs for her veiwing pleasure. She did more than just look, however. She pulled herself up on one elbow and took a single brown-tipped nipple in her mouth, sucking as Amarah groaned deep her throat, throwing her head back in rapture.

As she payed homage to one breast, SnowFox ran her fingers across the other, taking the nipple inbetween her thumb and forefinger and caressing it gently. The torture was sweet and nearly murderous. Amarah suddenly shoved her away and pinned her arms at the wrist on the blood-red rug above SnowFox's head, smiling down at her. She used her teeth to rip open SnowFox's tunic and used her tongue to taste her lover's wonderous spheres in much the same manner as she had recently been tasted.

SnowFox did not stuggle, even though she knew she could use a spell of some sort to easily escape Amarah's grip, the stronger woman's hold was not unpleasant. In fact, she was enjoying it way too much. She closed her fingers over Amarah's and cletched her hands palm to palm with her lifemate's.

Straddling her, Amarah pushed up SnowFox's skirt and let go of her hands to barely run her fingernails across the tender flesh of her inner thigh, making SnowFox shiver in delight and antisipation. She felt SnowFox's fingers beneath her own skirt and slip past the sensitive folds of her womanhood, touching the bud of her pleasure with knowing, skilled fingers.

"Not so fast, Beloved…" Amarah whispered through her tears of pleasure, "Remember, it's my turn first…"

SnowFox closed her blue eyes that Amarah always thought riveled the summer afternoon sky in beauty and allowed her lover to slowly and methodically undress her. When at last she lay, breathing heavy and naked beneath her lifemate, Amarah began a series of soft touches and kisses, using both her mouth and hands, to drive SnowFox into a state of complete sensual bliss.

Her tongue darted out and snaked a trail of dampess across SnowFox's belly, Amarah loved to see her lifemate's face twist in ecstasy every time she made love to her and she looked up secretly to see SnowFox's eyes closed lightly, her small mouth in an O shape, her cheeks flushed. She chuckled under her breath as she carefully parted SnowFox's shapely thighs and savored the taste of her creamy flesh.

Gliding two of her fingers into SnowFox's opening, she felt the other's wetness, slick and sticky across her hand as SnowFox bucked her hips in reflex against Amarah's hand as she moved slowly in and out of her lifemate's womanhood. SnowFox breathed Amarah's name and clutched at the rug with her fists, her head tossing back and forth on the floor as she felt Amarah's breath sweet on her inner thigh.

"You always taste like nectar to me…" Amarah whisped, SnowFox's ears twitched at the sound of her lifemate's voice but made no move to answer lest she ruin a most perfect moment, "So sweet…"

Amarah dipped her tongue into SnowFox's grooves, delighting in the shocking sensation of hot wetness against hot wetness and felt the little fox-woman move beneath her as she licked up and down the walls of her womanhood. SnowFox grasped Amarah's head by the hair and pushed her further into herself, not really realizing that she was doing so, silently begging, by her actions, for Amarah not to cease in her ministrations.

She found the bud of her pleasure easily enough and stroked it gently with her tongue as her fingers continued to push themselves within and without of SnowFox's tight, damp aperture. She took it between her teeth gently and sucked it as she rolled her tongue across the hardened hooded bump. It tasted like salty velvet to her and she loved every minute of it.

"Oh…Enid!" SnowFox spoke the oath without any reverence for the Goddess of light and pleasure, but Amarah thought that perhaps the deity was watching over them this morning and allowing them double the pleasure in each other embrace. She thought that the great Goddess must be smiling down on Her two loyal subjects as they worshipped not only each other but Her as well in this, the most honest and wonderful way. "Beloved…don't…"

"Don't stop?" Amarah raised her head bit to look up at her lifemate, who was breathing heavy, her breasts heaving with the effort to keep control, nodding furiously, at a loss, now, for words, "Only if you stop trying to hold back. You always try to hold back and I won't have it, You little Kitsune! I won't!"

She need not have said more, Amarah's fingers, still working overtime, felt the tightening of SnowFox's inner walls before the whimper escaped her love's mouth and her juices exploded all over her hand, covering it in sticky sweetness. Her other hand had snaked around to SnowFox's back and was rubbing the area where her tail contected to her body in soft, slow motions.

She kew the feel of her touching such a sensitive area would be enough to drive SnowFox over the edge. She licked at SnowFox's clitoris and felt the woman tremble, her pulse racing against her mouth, as she came in great rushing waves against her hand and mouth.

Amarah did not stop as SnowFox's orgasm died down, but continued to caress and taste her, pulling her upwards towards the summit once more and as she screamed out her pleasure as she came once again, SnowFox growled like the animal she was, and pulled Amarah up by her the ends of the shirt which was still merely hanging open upon her, tasting her own salty sweetness on Amarah's tongue as she slammed her mouth against her's in welcoming passion. SnowFox sighed as her explosion of lust died down at last and smiled up at her lifemate.

"Now, it's my turn, Beloved…" She whispered, winking, "Just you wait…"