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"Breathe, Agnea," Throné whispered into Agnea's ear. "Carefully."
Agnea giggled softly, the blade of Throné's dagger cold against her throat. She pressed her hands to the wall to steady herself, and her back was stiff against Throné's front. Throné could feel how Agnea's heart raced, and she pressed a careful kiss to the back of Agnea's neck.
In such a luxurious inn room, the night was theirs alone. Agnea's fame had its perks, after all, and even when hiding in the shadows as her bodyguard, Throné still felt the warmth of that dazzling radiance.
Throné pressed her dagger more against Agnea's slender throat, but not drawing blood, and Agnea's breath hitched. She flashed a smile at Throné over her shoulder, and Throné returned that smile with a smirk of her own. "The brightest star in all of Solistia, at my mercy," she murmured, falling into the expected persona of the game they played now. The hilt of her dagger was unfamiliar in her hand, as this particular blade had never tasted blood.
"Oh, dear." Agnea swallowed, playing along, and Throné watched the movement of her throat against the blade. "I could gave you whatever you want - fame, money, anything."
"Hm…" Throné pretended to ponder Agnea's words as her free hand came around Agnea's front. Agnea's legs trembled in anticipation, so Throné pressed more of her body against Agnea's to help steady her, almost pushing her into the wall. Throné brought her hand up Agnea's belly, lazily gliding her fingers over that soft skin, and toward Agnea's ample breasts. Agnea let out a low moan, and Throné's hand settled on Agnea's chest. "What I want is your heart," she said at last.
Agnea's smile widened, an alluring blush spreading across her cheeks. "Then it's yours, now and forever."
"I take what I want." Throné drew her dagger just underneath Agnea's chin, and Agnea leaned her head back to expose more of her throat. A part of Throné would always be that thief raised by the Blacksnakes, and still Agnea loved her.
No treasure was more beautiful, not even the dawn.
Throné cupped one of Agnea's breasts, drawing a sweet gasp from Agnea's lips. The weight was familiar in Throné's palm, and she squeezed, delighting in the feel of her fingers digging into that tender flesh. Agnea squirmed, almost heedless of the dagger at her throat, and Throné kept her knife hand steady while she drew a thumb over Agnea's hardening nipple. She rather enjoyed how sensitive Agnea's breasts were, and sometimes just teasing her nipples was enough to unravel her. A smirk tugged at Throné's lips; but she wasn't in a hurry.
She rubbed her own breasts against Agnea's spine, and as she rested her chin on Agnea's shoulder, she noted how vulnerable Agnea's throat appeared against the glint of her dagger. "My darling star," she said in a heated voice, pinching Agnea's nipple between her finger and thumb, "I could make you mine, and mine alone."
"Mm—!" Agnea moaned. Her throat was so very lovely and elegant, and never bound by any poisoned collar. Throné held the flat of her blade to the pale flesh, unmoving, and Agnea's body trembled as Throné teased her nipple, pulling and tweaking it. Agnea trusted Throné, trusted in the deadly precision of those hands stained in blood.
Throné kissed the side of Agnea's neck and slid her free hand lower, letting her fingers dance along the outline of Agnea's belly and hips. Their bodies flush against each other, the heat was almost unbearable, but snakes desired such warmth, after all. Agnea's smile remained true, and she held her head high, with no fear of the dagger at her throat.
Soon enough Throné's hand found its way between Agnea's thighs, brushing over dark curls. She knew every inch of Agnea's body, and her fingers needed no guidance as they teased Agnea's clit. A breathless moan fell from Agnea's lips, and Throné chuckled darkly. "I'm quite the generous thief too," she said, tracing circles around Agnea's clit. "I can give you this pleasure in turn."
"T-Throné… ah…!" Agnea gasped as Throné slid a finger into her. She almost doubled over, her hands pressed to the wall, and the blade at her throat gleamed.
"I've got you." Throné planted a kiss on Agnea's shoulder and readjusted her grip on her dagger. She slipped another finger into Agnea, and saw how heavy Agnea's breathing had grown. The movement of her throat against Throné's dagger was quite beautiful, Throné could not help but notice. But it wasn't so surprising - Throné often found herself staring at Agnea's throat, perhaps more often than she noticed Agnea staring at her breasts. Sometimes she even imagined herself putting her fingers around that slender throat. Perhaps one day she would have the courage to put those desires into words; Agnea was more daring than Throné had expected, and trusted Throné more than anyone. Throné could return that trust in kind.
Agnea clamped her thighs around Throné's hand, and Throné quickened her movements; it was a familiar rhythm, but she never tired of hearing such moans of pleasure from Agnea's mouth. Agnea's entire body begged for Throné's touch, her own hips grinding against Throné. But her pleasure was in Throné's hand, and Throné's dagger held her in place, a willing captive. The sight of that alone was almost enough to make Throné come.
Throné drew Agnea to her climax, and she came with a strained, breathless gasp. Her body slumped against Throné's as pleasure shuddered through her, and only then did Throné finally take the dagger from her throat, and her lips found Throné's for a kiss.
After Throné sheathed her dagger, she and Agnea sat on the edge of the bed, and Agnea held her arm gently. They sat in silence a few moments, letting their racing hearts settle. Throné tilted Agnea's chin and examined her throat; the dagger had left a faint red line, but it would fade quickly, and there was no blood. Agnea giggled and guided Throné's hand to her throat, and Throné let her fingers curl around the length of it, and felt a pulse against her calloused palm.
Agnea laid her hand over Throné's. "Thank you, Throné," she said quietly. "For indulging my… strange request."
"You really do trust me, don't you?" Throné smiled weakly; Agnea's throat really did fit so perfectly in her hand, she thought to herself.
"There's no one better with a dagger than you!" Agnea's blush deepened. "And when I'm with you, I feel braver than ever."
Throné could only chuckle softly in response, and she slipped her other arm around Agnea's back to pull her closer. Agnea gasped, but eagerly welcomed Throné's kiss; the night was still young, after all.