Sunset ^beta

'Look, I don't know what you think you're playing at but I ain't got nothing else I can do for you.'

Sharp bark digs into her back where Sofia's magic has her tied; chilled by the dew seeping into her trousers from the carpet of moss beneath her.

Wordlessly, Sofia kneels beside her, clasping Nell's left hand between her own. Deep in concentration, her foreign words flow over Nell as the bonds shift around her abrasively to free her arm.

'What are you doing?' Nell says, a small wobble in her voice she hopes Sofia doesn't notice.

Nell weakly struggles against the new bindings but the look in Sofia's eye stops her in her tracks. That same, inscrutable look Sofia would give her after church as a child; always waiting to catch Nell's eye before she was hurried along by her family. Before she stopped looking at all.

She brings Nell’s hand to her lips, so slowly as if she were a wild animal needing not to be spooked, before pressing a gentle, burning, kiss to her knuckles, her breath warming the back of Nell’s hand as she lingers longer than any respectable gentleman would.

Nell feels her heart pause when Sofia looks up, eyes black with desire.

Still, she does not relinquish her hold on Nell’s hand. Instead, reverently dragging her lips down the length of Nell’s finger, waiting for one more breathless moment before briefly taking the tip of her finger between warm lips.

Nell wanted to stop this, to pull her hand away. She wanted to see if her mouth was as hot as her lips promised—

She should be struggling, fighting to stop this influence Sofia is holding over her. But, Sofia's darkened eyes and the anticipation of what she might do next stops her.

'Sofia—' Nell breathed.

She took Nell’s fingers into her hot mouth, licking at the seam between them as she took them all the way in, Nell’s nails surely scraping the back of her throat, making Sofia gag as Nell curls her fingers to feel the give of soft, vulnerable flesh. Expecting Sofia to pull away, that she'd fucked this up, Nell is instead rewarded with a moan that tingles up her fingers. The uncomfortable pulsing between her thighs now impossible to ignore.

Sofia closes her eyes, teeth scrape along Nell's fingers as she slowly drags her mouth away from Nell's fingers before she attempts again—she doesn't choke this time.

Nell found herself wondering what it might feel like to have Sofia between her legs, taking her into her mouth, throat wrapping around a cock she doesn't have—

Broken from her thoughts by painful stabs as the magic ties cut into her skin where she had been straining against them—when had she leaned forward? Sofia must have noticed even if Nell hadn't as the bonds tighten further, and pull her back until she is held firm against the tree again.

Nell doesn't have it in her to complain, as the ache between her thighs has grown, creating an obscene mess she doesn't want to think about.

Finally, Sofia relinquishes her fingers to the cold air.

Sofia's eyes never leave her own as Nell watches her lips part around her one final time, a thin line of spit keeps them connected momentarily before the wind breaks it. A strand lands on Sofia's chin and Nell finds herself wishing to kiss it away.

Too caught in her thoughts to notice where Sofia was taking her hand, until it brushed past the fabric of her skirts, now bunched up on her thighs. Guiding her to a place she should not long for as much as she does now.

The moss had also left damp patches under where she'd been kneeling, marring the otherwise pristine fabric, who's cover was now shielding Nell's fingers from the sharp breeze—the warmth of Sofia's skin tantalisingly close.

Sofia drags Nell's fingers through soaking folds until she finds the spot that forces a quiet whine from her lips. Holding Nell in place as she rocks into their joined hands, soft whimpers join the breeze as she becomes lost to the sensation.

Sofia's slick mixes with the spit left on her fingers and Nell wishes she could watch.

Loosening her grip, Sofia allows Nell to explore further, dipping the tips of her fingers into Sofia's core, her palm still grinding against that little nub.

Small gasps are lost on the wind as Sofia's brow furrows, closed eyes leaving Nell the opportunity to observe all that she is doing to her; the power she holds over the woman before her, even as she's the one bound to a tree.

Enraptured by the twitch in her brow as Nell's fingers push deeper, the grip of her cunt around Nell's fingers, her mouth opening in silent moan when she grinds her palm harshly against her. Nell thinks, if she did this enough, she could learn to play her like an instrument, each movement of her fingers creating a private symphony.

Leaning into Nell, Sofia's other hand takes hold of Nell's thigh for stability—too close and not close enough to where Nell needs her, and she hates that she's even thinking that.

Gradually, Sofia's hips move faster, taking back control over Nell's hand again as she searches for a particular sensation. Using her fingers to press Nell's into the perfect position, her usually stiff demeanour falling apart in front of her eyes. Teaching Nell exactly what she should do next time.

Next time?

Nell watches with a keen curiosity as Sofia’s body tenses. Completely stilling apart from the slight twitches in her hips, jolting with every small flex of her fingers against that sensitive spot—her grip on Nell so tight she fears she will be forever branded with half moons along her wrist.

But Nell can't find it in her to mind, not if it means she gets to see Sofia losing herself so completely, her cheeks tinged with pink and her face for once at rest.

Sofia's eyes shyly come back to meet Nell's, her thumb absentmindedly drawing maddening circles on Nell's inner thigh.

‘So, what now?’ Nell smirked, though she had no conviction in her voice. Breath puffing against Sofia’s lips, though neither of them make an attempt to close the distance.

Sofia’s still holding her in place under her skirts, dripping down Nell’s hand as the cool breeze whips around them.