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Her performance finished, Agnea returned to her private dressing room inside the New Delsta Theater, followed by Throné. She truly enjoyed dancing before such a large crowd, and even afterwards an energetic sparkle still lingered within her, so often she found it difficult to relax.
"You were beautiful as ever," Throné said as she began to unlace the back of Agnea's dress. She acted as Agnea's bodyguard as they traveled from town to town, and in recent months they had grown even closer. "I don't believe I'll ever tire of watching you dance."
Agnea glanced at Throné over her shoulder; after all that they had been through on their journeys for the dawn, she was grateful to see Throné smiling so sincerely these days. "Why, thank you," she replied, and a deep blush rose to her cheeks as the front of her dress fell, baring her breasts. She crossed her arms over her chest and let out a sheepish giggle. "Though I still feel a little on edge…"
"Well then, allow me to help you relax," Throné murmured against Agnea's hair, and she slipped her hands underneath Agnea's arms to cup Agnea's breasts.
"Throné!" Agnea gasped, and she couldn't stop the smile that spread across her lips. Her heartbeat began to race; she and Throné had been intimate many times before, and she always liked this playful side of Throné. "You're just making me more excited…!"
A low chuckle fell from Throné's lips, sending a shiver down Agnea's spine. "Trust me," she teased, her breath warm against Agnea's ear. She gave Agnea's breasts a firm squeeze, and Agnea squirmed, pressing herself more into that touch.
Agnea craned her neck to catch Throné's lips in a kiss, and moaned into Throné's mouth as Throné dug her fingers into the soft flesh of her breasts. Throné's fingers were long and elegant and also rough and calloused, and Agnea had seen how deadly those hands could be on their travels together, but also knew better than anyone also how kind and tender they were now. Lazily Throné traced circles around Agnea's hardening nipples but not quite touching them, coaxing an impatient whimper from the back of Agnea's throat.
"My beautiful star…" Throné whispered, planting a kiss on Agnea's shoulder. She ran her hands all over Agnea's breasts, clearly delighting in how Agnea's body quivered against hers. She lifted Agnea's breasts and squeezed them even more tightly, almost painfully, and heat gathered in the pit of Agnea's belly. "Your breasts truly are quite lovely…"
"They're not much compared to yours, though," Agnea managed to force out between breathless moans, and she wondered if she might've slumped to the floor by now if not for Throné's possessive grip on her breasts. "Yours are so much bigger…"
Again Throné chuckled darkly, and she swiped a thumb over Agnea's nipple, eliciting a sharp gasp. "But yours are the perfect size to fit in my hands," she said in a heated voice, and pinched both of Agnea's nipples.
Agnea's entire body jolted, and the throbbing pressure between her thighs grew unbearable. She knew how much Throné delighted in playing with her breasts, and the intensity never faded. She clamped her hands over Throné's wrists to steady herself, and Throné continued to tweak and pull her nipples, drawing her closer and closer to the edge. She pressed her thighs together, feeling how wet she had grown and how her clit ached.
"It's rather adorable how sensitive your breasts are," Throné whispered into Agnea's ear. She gave Agnea's aching nipples another good pinch, tweaking them between her thumbs and fingers. "And I can have you completely at my mercy."
Whatever Agnea tried to say was consumed by the moans that fell from her lips. Her body entire body squirmed, begging for release, and Throné's fingers didn't falter as they rubbed her nipples thoroughly yet aggressively. Agnea threw her head back, strained, breathless moans falling from her lips, and Throné left a trail of kisses along the side of Agnea's neck and her hands calmed, now simply running her thumbs over Agnea's nipples with a gentle, teasing caress. Agnea let out an impatient moan and inhaled deeply, almost managing to steady herself, and Throné then redoubled her efforts and pinched both nipples with a firm precision that only her deadly fingers were capable of.
Pleasure shot through Agnea's body, the ache between her thighs finally giving way to orgasm. She let out a low cry, too acutely aware of the warmth of Throné's hands groping her breasts. White filled her vision, and still her nipples ached with pleasure. Her body slumped against Throné's, and soon enough her lips found Throné's for another kiss.
Not for the first time was Agnea thankful for a private dressing room.
Eventually she was able to compose herself to get dressed again in more casual wear, and Throné helped brush her tussled hair. "Do you feel more relaxed now?" Throné asked.
Agnea nodded as she turned to face Throné. "Thanks to you, Throné," she replied, raising her hand to Throné's cheek. "I'm glad you're with me, I really am."
A faint smile came upon Throné's lips, and she took Agnea's hand into hers to kiss the back of it. "As am I," she said softly.