Fan Fiction ❯ Longing to Belong ❯ Chapter One Part A ( Chapter 1 )

Sitting on her bed, leaning back against the wall behind her, Amarra wondered just how long it would be before her mother demanded for her daughter to fix her something to eat. That Michelle hadn't waken her up from the sleep she had fallen into after being sent to her room yesterday was slightly surprising; that she had let her daughter stay in her room for most of the day was downright unusual. It was Amarra, and not Michelle, who did the majority of the cooking and house repair that went on in the house, meaning that if she hadn't been cooking she wasn't really sure how her mother had found anything to eat.

Michelle, as she was amazingly quick to point out, was a fighter and not a cook at heart. Wasn't a parent, either, though those that thought that were either too apathetic or smart to say aloud.

The sound of people approaching drew Amarra's attention to her room's lone window out of curiosity, as only a very small number of people willingly visited the McClay home. Upon spotting a trio of figures, one female and two males, the young Tiefling sighed to herself as she immediately recognized the group as the "hunting party" that her mother hung around with as their impending guests. Stripped of her title as Paladin, and with it the granted abilities that came with the job, Michelle may be, but she refused to give up the war against demons and undead that had been the focus of so much of her life.

The group of Michelle and approaching trio would be gone on this current hunting trip for at least a week, though there had been some to have lasted longer, before returning to the ex-Paladin's residence to toast their surviving the adventure. They always returned with fantastic tales to tell about their adventures, of heroic battles against horrific beasts that had only been won by the slimmest of margins by a brilliant move of one of the group. They never brought back a trophy from one of their trips, though, regardless of what fearsome beast they had managed to vanquish that time, and their equipment always appeared to be in perfect condition on their return despite their claiming to have not stopped to have it repaired before returning Michelle to her home.

Despite the insistences of Michelle that the trio were upstanding and noble citizens, Amarra wasn't entirely trusting of them. Because Michelle seems unable to remember, especially around them, that she hasn't had the ability to automatically know when someone wasn't being truthful since she was cast out of the clergy. She just seems to accept the lack of a response from a power she no longer possesses at all as a sign that they're being completely honest, and that was in itself unusual for the normally distrustful woman.

The leader of the trio was Mithua, flanked by the lither Riasha and larger Kajrann. Mithua was an Elven Mage, clad in a black robe similar to the one Amarra had picked up from Kiarrone yesterday but adorned with elven runes in blood red and ice blue, clasping an ornate staff lightly in one hand. Riasha was a Human; the only female in the group other than Michelle, clad in a leather bustier and breeches and armed with a composite short bow in a quiver on her back and a short sword hanging down her left hip. Kajrann was a Human Barbarian, or savage as her mother liked to call him when he wasn't around, and loomed over everyone in the hunting group like a muscled mountain. He wore little, a pair of breeches in disrepair and metal plates on shoulders and chest attached to each other by thick leather straps, a large sword strapped to his back along with the massive pack that he habitually wore. On top of being a savage fighter, something that Amarra had seen with her own eyes, he also doubled as the group's "pack animal" by carrying everything the others couldn't on their bodies within that massive leather container.

She watched them for a few moments before letting the black cloth covering her window to fall back down into place. Amarra settled herself back against the wall behind her again, even as it became crystal clear why Michelle was so uncharacteristically willing to let her daughter stay up in her room. She didn't want her friends to see her daughter whenever they came around, even though they knew all about her, as she was afraid that they would scorn her for having a Tiefling for a daughter.

Waiting for the quartet to leave before venturing out of her room for food for herself, Amarra found herself nearly falling asleep sitting up on her bed as the group below continued to refuse to leave. They were usually long gone by that point, but for some reason they were apparently still in the living room situated on the first floor of the building. This wasn't usual for the group at all, and she found herself getting hungry as her stomach let her know that it'd been too long since it had been given anything.

Climbing off of her bed, Amarra eased the door of her room open quietly, finally deciding that she would rather be full and face the wraith of her mother than go hungry because of her being embarrassed of her only child. Easing her weight onto the first step gently, she made her way down the house's staircase to the ground floor of the house. Through the use of slow movements, and aided by a deep familiarity of the staircase in question, the path made by young woman down it was an almost completely silent one.

The sounds of conversation drifted up to Amarra as she passed the door that would give her access to the second floor of the house, which was where Michelle kept her bedroom and other personal rooms, proving that the quartet was indeed still in the building. Judging from the voices drifting up to her, the majority of the conversation going on involved Mithua speaking, though occasionally the voice of one of the other three people could be heard as well. The exact content of the conversation, however, wasn't something that she could make out but didn't bother her in the slightest: she was looking for something to eat not to eavesdrop on her mother and comrades after all.

"You want this Michelle." Drifted to Amarra's ears in Mithua's voice, as she neared the mostly closed doorway that was her goal. There was, she noted absently as she went on her way, a soothing, almost calming, quality to the Elf's voice. "You do want it, Michelle. Don't you?"

"Yessss…." The low reply, almost a soft moan, that came out in Michelle's voice was so unlike her that it stopped Amarra in her tracks. "Don't stop…please…"

Amarra's eyes widened slightly, as she'd never heard her mother say please for anything in her entire life. Curiosity got the best of her, as the young woman wanted to know just what the Elf was doing to her normally prideful mother to get this kind of response from her. Thoughts of doing something similar to her mother drifted lazily through her head, until she looked in the direction of the voices and actually saw what was going on in the house's living room.

Michelle was clad in the thin tunic and breeches that she wore underneath her hide armor, which was laying in a pile on the ground near the group's packs and weapons. Large Kajrann was standing behind her, his hands apparently resting lightly on her shoulders, as he brushed his thumbs over her shoulder blades gently. Mithua was standing in front of her, crouching slightly to look her in the eyes, as his hands slowly moved over her chest through her top.

Amarra could only watch in wide-eyed amazement as Mithua fondled her mother's chest while staring into her eyes, unable to look away from the unexpected sight. He continued to murmur softly at the seated woman, getting breathless answers to the few questions that he asked her. So intent on the trio was Amarra, as her mother's tunic was slowly tugged up to reveal her breasts that she never noticed that Riasha was apparently missing.

The missing female was quickly found, however, when a pair of arms wrapped around her body from behind, gently tugging her back against the front of an undeniably feminine body. Those hands slid over her stomach slowly, teasing her skin through the fabric of her tunic, warm breath tickling an ear as the other woman bent her head to softly whisper into it. "Looks like we've got ourselves an eavesdropper, eh? Didn't you ever learn that it's not nice to spy on other people?"

"W..what are you doing?" Amarra whispered out, voice hitching momentarily as she felt one of Riasha's hand slip underneath her tunic to trace slow circles on her bare stomach. A low moan slipped out of her lips as she felt those fingers drag over the bare skin of her stomach slowly, unconsciously flexing her toned stomach in response to the slow strokes.

"Why…punishing you, of course." Came the whispered response, before a tongue was dragged up the edge of her to the accompanying sound of a second moan. The breath of neither woman was completely steady, as a lone finger circled a belly button before pressing against it teasingly, and the other hand slid a slow path up her stomach to her chest on the outside of her tunic.

Up, slowly up her body, the hand moved until its thumb lightly bumped into the upward swell of a breast. Then, in a fluid but slow movement, its fingers brushed the base of the fleshy mound as it was cupped within the palm of the questing hand gently. Lifting the captured breast slightly, she gave it a teasing squeeze that was rewarded with a soft sigh and the arcing of her back in an attempt to press it against the other woman's hand more firmly.

Riasha chuckled throatily into her lover's ear as she slowly fondled the trapped mound through its cloth covering, feeling the Tiefling's back start to rub against her front as she slowly squirmed from the unfamiliar pleasure. "Enjoying yourself?" She whispered into an ear, before nibbling her way down the other woman's neck to nibble teasingly at the point where neck met shoulder on her right side.

Amarra could only groan softly as she felt those lips sliding over the skin of her neck so softly, so slowly, instinctively tilting her head to give the other woman better access to her neck. Her right hand had settled on the arm of the hand caressing her stomach, slowly gliding her fingers along it slowly, even as the hand slowly made its way down her stomach to the top of her pants. Where pants met skin, a line was slowly traced back and forth on the side of bare skin, with occasional excursions of one or more fingers just underneath the waistband of her pants to caress the skin found there in fleeting caresses.

"Look at them, Amarra. Look at them." Riasha whispered into her lover's ear, this time gently nibbling on its lobe softly once done.

Amarra found herself unable to ignore the softly spoken command, and lifted her slightly drooping head to look at the trio with half-lidded eyes. She moaned softly upon seeing them, instinctively pressing herself against her lover's body more firmly: Mithua and Kajrann were seated on the edges of two chairs, facing each other, with a Michelle that was clad in only a tunic pushed up to show the swell of her breasts seating on their laps as she rocked back and forth between them. Mithua was suckling one of her breasts, while Kajrann had reached around her body to fondle the other in one of his large hands.

Riasha grinned to herself as she noticed the rapt attention that Amarra was giving the trio, letting herself enjoy the sight of the former Paladin rocking herself against the two men's cocks for a few moments. She found that her lover's breathing was growing even shallower as she watched the taking of her mother, and moaned herself as she felt her hardening nipples be rubbed by Amarra's back as the violet-haired young woman slowly squirmed against her. As Michelle rocked back towards Kajrann, drawing a long moan from her in the process, Riasha slipped her hand underneath the waistband of Amarra's pants, brushing her hand over her sex teasingly before cupping it gently in her palm.

A long moan escaped Amarra's lips as she pressed herself against the hand cupping her venus mons, pressing her back against the other woman's chest briefly as some instinct told her body to arch its back. Back and forth the hand started to slide, gently brushing her sex slowly, and a few moments later she started to rock herself against that hand as each brush of the hand coaxed a moan out of her. Briefly burrowing her nose into the violet locks of hair just above an ear, Riasha nuzzled the side of her lover's head for a few moments as she slowly fondled her body.

"Yes." Amarra moaned out breathlessly, as she pressed her back against the woman that was making her feel so good with her stroking of her breasts and sex. But the nuzzling of the other woman's nose against the side of her head, the gentle brushing of it through her hair, evoked feelings of safety and love that she couldn't remember feeling so strongly in her life.

"Someone sounds like she's enjoying herself." Riasha husked out, though so softly one wasn't sure who she was saying it to, as she slowly slid a fingertip along the other woman's slit. Amarra arced against her again, letting out a loud moan, and the person behind the response grinned to herself as she coaxed a second from the Tiefling by gently pinching a nipple through her top.

Amarra's head tilted back to rest on her lover's shoulder, eyes sliding shut, as she wordlessly encouraged her to continue by moans that slowly grew in volume. Her hips were churning constantly, rubbing her sex against the hand that was sliding along it itself, doing her best to keep herself in constant contact with the appendage. Her chest was being pressed outwards, against the hand that was slowly caressing each breast, rising and falling rapidly as she panted for breath.

Dragging her finger along the sex of her lover, Riasha curled it up slightly while pressing against its moist lips slightly more firmly than she had been. The tip of the digit started to ease its way into Amarra's body, drawing a long, ragged moan from her as the young woman felt its gentle intrusion into her core. Moving slowly, gently stroking her finger in and out of the moistening slit, Riasha gradually worked its entire length into her lover.

Amarra pressed herself down on the invading finger, moaning loudly as she ground herself down against the lone digit. A digit that was slowly sliding itself in and out of her slit, even as the palm attached to it was gently brushing over the erect nub of her clit. And all the young woman could do was moan and pant, and press herself against the hands that were causing a flood of unfamiliar sensations throughout her body.

A second long moan slipped out of the violet-haired woman's mouth as a second finger slowly worked its way into her wet sex to join the one that was already there. The addition of a second finger down there sent additional waves of pleasure throughout her body, even before it started to join its partner in sliding in and out of her. Then it started to pump as well, and a louder moaned slipped out between parted lips in response.

Nibbling all over the back of the other woman's neck, tracing long lines over it with her tongue at random, Riasha brushed herself against her lover's back as she caressed her front with her hands. The fingers slowly exploring her mons started to slowly speed up, pumping steadily but slowly faster, even as it coaxed those hips into grinding against her hand faster as well. Louder and louder Amarra moaned, body covered with a fine sheen of sweat that made her glisten in the sunlight pouring through a nearby window, as her body started to shiver at the intense pleasure that was flowing through her body in continuous waves of building intensity.

Then, with a short but loud cry of pleasure, her entire body pressed itself against Riasha's as firmly as it could before seeming to freeze into a perfect state of stillness. Except for where it pulsed around her lover's digits, only a very slight trembling could be seen from the keening woman. Until her cry finally ended, her head slumping forwards until her chin rested on her chest, shivering softly in aftershocks of pleasure as she slumped backwards against her lover's form.

And then the archer's hands started to move again.