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It wasn’t often that a large portion of those employed at the Lord of Ecstasy’s very own Maroon Palace gathered for a special occasion. Every guest at the table was elegant -- every one of them a walking piece of art in their own ways.

The feast had filled many bellies and wine had generously filled many cups. The dozens of guests in the dining hall spoke loudly, exchanging pleasantries and enjoying casual conversations. Ezria had left her sister’s side to join one of the Palace’s chefs, to give him genuine appreciation of his work and to learn of his plights.  

Xelthia had been conversing at length with Ethyna Al’Karesh, a famous playwright of the Dominion hired to improve Xelthia’s acting skills and to teach her the arts of theater. They had touched many subjects, though throughout the evening, the wine had done its work and things had turned to a more intimate topic.

Deep into the discussion, her eyes found Keema, sitting many chairs away from her. She was off-duty for the sake of the dinner party while Akkal stood watch over the proceedings. She wore  a long robe, lined with the finest direwolf pelts. The cloth a high class damask. Custom made by the best tailors in Ambrosia to fit her form, and it was indeed form fitting, to accentuate her strong, imposing and shapely mountain-folk figure. She was amongst her unit of coworkers, bursting out laughing from an amusing story or an in-joke she and her gaggle of friends had cultivated throughout their years working in the Palace. Xelthia noted the mountain-folk’s eyes had been glued on Akkal for an unusually long moment…

Ethyna had a deep, musical voice -- highs and lows that flowed freely, masterfully carrying each word and infusing her emotions in each one of them. She had grown famous for her tremendous acting performances and was renowned to be an equally good playwright.

“It does not happen often, but romantic interests sometimes develop between two actors who must act intimately with one another during a play.” said Ethyna. “I once had the misfortune of putting two marvelous actors in a very difficult situation.”

Xelthia’s curiosity was peaked. She was clearly not the only one whose words were filled with wine. Before her gaze drifted back to Ethyna, she saw Akkal turn to look at his neighbor. Keema’s eyes shied away in an instant. She reached for her cup, taking a large sip. 

“Might I ask what happened?” Xelthia asked.

Ethyna began.  

“I was very young when it happened. I was not even your age at the time. I had written a play that I have decided to never show to the public. It was an experiment--a play filled with tremendous sexual tension. It was a drama between two souls whose fates would never see them united.

In a sense, it was a typical dramatic play, though I really needed to put emphasis on this tension, so before each repetition, I required them to tease each other until their desires overcame their senses. An unorthodox method, I admit. I was ignorant to think that professional actors could remain professional after so many days of torture. I was very proud, for the tension between them was palpable. I had made a huge mistake. All this pent-up desire towards one another exploded during one night of rehearsal. They… had intercourse on the stage in front of me. 

I wanted them to genuinely desire each other, but I never intended them to go further, nor did I expect them to shed all semblance of shame in that moment. I made it very clear that they had gone too far. I believed their promises to contain themselves. Such a fool I was. An entire year of rehearsals went by. The play was magnificent -- Perfection. I only needed the lead actress to return from bearing her child. As it turned out, the father was the lead actor. After the initial denial, I realized their love blossomed in secret, despite the fact they already had partners away from the stage. Rumor and gossip spread like fire. Within the week, an attempt was made on their lives by an assassin sent by a lover scorned. The day after, they were nowhere to be found. I have not heard of them since.  Such great talents wasted because of my own ignorance and selfish desires. For every glorious moment requires struggle. Such is the grand theater of life.”  Ethyna concluded her speech with a sigh, reaching for her cup and ceremoniously raising it, before taking a rather long sip of wine.

During Ethyna’s tale, Xelthia’s gaze once again found Keema, who at a distance, seemed to tense up. Her eyes had found Akkal once more.  Yet, unbeknownst to Keema, only Xelthia saw the mountain-folk’s hand creep up her own thigh beneath the table, gliding over her cotton breeches. She closely listened to Ethyna’s speech, but she found herself unable to break her gaze from the hand. Xelthia felt a heat rise in her body. She finally broke the gaze and looked back to Ethyna as she finished her story.

Xelthia replied, only having half listened to Ethyna’s plight. “I think I understand. Unfortunate that things have taken such a drastic turn. Though I must ask - and forgive me, for the wine is speaking for me. What did you ask of them to create such a strong tension?” asked the violet consort, with a rather mischievous smile.  A similar grin curled across Ethyna’s face as she began to demonstrate.

The playwright placed her cup on the table and turned her chair. She uncrossed her legs, a blatant motion. She reached for her waistband and loosened the fabric that snuggly fit her body.

“Perhaps it is indeed the wine, but I feel a hot flush.” Ethyna cooed. Her hand had seductively followed the shape of her waist and breasts before hooking a finger on the low cut of her dress and pulled downwards, exposing more of her flesh to Xelthia. She leaned forward, exposing the still lovely shape of her aging body.

Xelthia was caught off guard and straightened her back, despite her enjoyment of this new sight.

“I must admit. You are very appealing to the eyes. I’ve always thought you’ve aged much like the fine wine we drink… which is likely speaking for me now.”

Ethyna’s hands met with Xelthia’s upper thighs, her slender fingers clutching to the generous meat of her legs while her thumbs almost disappeared between them. The gasp Xelthia made was unheard, and her eyes darted about for any onlookers. There were none, to her relief, but she did find Keema again, who appeared somewhat distressed.

Ethyna’s elegant hands creeped further towards Xelthia’s hips and their eyes met once more, though the gaze of the playwright was filled with wine and lust.  

“Xelthia, my dear. Had I been your age, I would have taken you long ago.”

Her thumb snaked its way between her legs until it met with the hardness of the consort’s lust. Xelthia bit her lip as Ethyna continued.

“A lovely lady such as you would have warmed my nights like a hot summer sun.”

A second thumb joined the first, and in a very deliberate, excruciatingly slow motion, she pressed and slid them upwards against the underside of the twin’s rapidly swelling mound. Xelthia’s back curled and she allowed a light moan to escape her lips.

“Such a beautiful woman. I don’t know if I could ever resist you. I don’t know how I have been able to, but I need you now. I must have you.”

Beneath Xelthia’s evening dress, the playwright pressed her thumbs ever so gingerly against the bulging silken cloth of the consort’s undergarments. It was rewarded with a gentle throb before her hands retreated, giving her a satisfied smile and straightened herself again Her entire demeanor immediately changed as she shed the veil of her lusty caricature. Xelthia crossed her legs--a mixture of shock, arousal and amazement by her teacher’s performance.

Before the consort could speak on the moment that had just passed, Ethyna, adjusting her top and tightening her waistband, made a gesture to her side and turned towards Keema’s direction.

“You’ve been watching her these last few minutes. Look at this magnificent display.”

Xelthia did not require a name to know whom she was referring to. As Keema talked half-heartedly with her friends, she would continue to glance towards Akkal. Each time her posture shifted and her wrist would disappear deeper beneath the table. 

“Look at her eyes, the way she is devouring him with him. My eyes may no longer be new, but I can see it -- and I know you do as well. She craves him, but he does not take notice. She hides it well, but not all eyes are trained to see what we see. Now you know the look I required from my actors.”

Ethyna’s gaze turned again to meet with Xelthia’s.

“And now you feel towards me what I needed my actors to feel towards each other.”

Xelthia was silent in thought for a moment, but  was quick to find her tongue again.

“She has expressed desire for him for a while. And I would love to see them both together. Akkal has always been… difficult.”

Ethyna reached for her cup to swirl the wine. A small, amused smile across her lips.

“A beast like this one is not easily tamed. He has his charm, if a bit unrefined. To tame a predator, one requires tremendous courage and commitment. If I were still as pretty as you are, I would speak at length with her. Although…”

She lifted the cup to take a sip, giving the two mountain-folks another look.

“...Sometimes actions speak louder than words. She is young, strong -- and I can see a flame in her that needs igniting. All she requires is the confidence to strike the flame and allow it to burn strong.”

Ethyna arose from her seat, barely giving Xelthia a chance to speak her mind.

“You have always been an excellent student, dear Xelthia. I wish we could speak longer, especially on such a wonderful occasion, though despite thoroughly enjoying your presence, there are other people would thoroughly enjoy yours. I would hate to keep you all to myself, given my age.”

Xelthia finally responded.

“You are a beautiful woman, and an exceptional teacher. It was a wonderful experience to speak with you on a less formal occasion. Perhaps we could spend another evening…”  

Ethyna interrupted Xelthia and laughed with a genuine smile.

“Do not fool yourself my dear. Yes you are very tempting, but you are young and I am old. I have had my share of lovers and adventures in my time. I would rather you spend your attention on your friend than on me. It would be a shame to lose the two lead actors of their play because of tonight. All she requires is confidence -- and I trust you to know what to do to help her my dear.”

Ethyna changed her demeanor once more--a masterful actress that knew how to control her outward expression in an instant.

“It has been a pleasure discussing with you. We shall speak again soon, lady Xelthia.”

Both of them nodded and bowed. Ethyna left as  Xelthia took a moment to think and clear her head, but she could not chase away her incredible touch.

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Keema’s heart was racing. The loud japes and pleasantries thrown by her coworkers flooded her ears. She kept staring at Akkal, his mighty figure and feats only fueled the fire within her. She wanted nothing more than feel him, but a conflict within restrained her. 

He turned his head to exchange words with a guardsman, which once again scared her and her eyes moved to her cup and she took yet another sip. Her other hand reached deeper within, a single finger buried between her legs. 

This cycle had repeated throughout the evening and had yet to be broken.

“May I sit with you sweet Keema?”

Keema jumped on her chair, and both hands became suddenly visible. She had not heard Xelthia approach her and was more than surprised to see her next to her. It took her an instant to respond, visibly uncomfortable on her chair.

“Of course my lady.”

Xelthia spared no time sitting on the chair next to Keema.

“Have you been drinking much tonight?” asked the violet consort in a tone that suggested more than mere drinks.

Keema’s fingers tapped against the tankard in front of her.

“More than I should have.”

“Don’t worry. Tonight, you do as you please. For now, I would love to listen.”

Long minutes passed, as Xelthia listened for a while, then joined in. She had not often heard crude humour and stories like the ones told that evening, but she laughed and smiled along with Keema’s inner circle of guardswomen.

Before long, Keema had resumed her cycle and she repeatedly kept losing herself in Akkal’s magnificence, forgetting all about Xelthia, until a familiar whisper entered her thoughts.

“Wouldn’t you love to jump over this table and pin him to the ground?”

The whisper was followed by laughter and she turned her head to see Xelthia next to her ear. The smile on her face was mischievous.

“I...”

“Would you love that?” Asked the consort again.

It took Keema a moment to respond. It was rare to hear Xelthia speak to her in this way.

“Of course I would.”

The smile on Xelthia’s lips grew wider, showing her two demonic fangs. She inconspicuously extended a hand, which soon met with Keema’s beneath the table. Keema tensed. As she spoke, Xelthia moved her hand further along Keema’s and, in no subtle fashion, gently pressed on it, to tease Keema into touching herself.

“I’m certain you could take all of him. But I wonder. What exactly would you do to him?”

Xelthia pushed her fingers into hers into her crotch, which provoked a muffled gasp from Keema. With the thought of Akkal’s proud form, the sensation of Xelthia’s mischievous hand and the wine, she found no difficulty in answering. There was a slight, tipsy slur.

“I would lay under him and offer myself for him to take, and then force him in me. Or take him all between my lips. I would do anything for him to take me.”

Keema offered an honest response. Beneath the giggles, both Xelthia and Keema’s hearts quickened as images of these desires filled their minds. The twin had an especially wide smile, with her hand buried between Keema’s thighs, which followed the light circular motions of her fingers.  By this point, the two had broken off from the gaggle of guardswomen.

“Perhaps you could crawl under the table and break his shell? Don’t you wonder what he tastes like, sweet Keema? Or perhaps you would cradle him between your bosom until he would coat you with his seed?” Xelthia purred in a tone that betrayed her rising lust.

The mountain-folk gasped, inhaling deeply, her eyes still stuck to Akkal who was looking to his side and sharing a story with another guard. 

“I want nothing more…”

Xelthia’s finger found a space between Keema’s, joining her touch.

Keema blinked as her gasp threatened to turn into a moan. She turned her head to find Xelthia’s seductive gaze. In this haze of primal sensation, Xelthia had an alluring quality about her. Her fine evening dress accented her beauty--silk falling over her curves in just the right places. Her eyes explored the consort’s body and Xelthia obliged with a mischievous grin, spreading her legs just enough for Keema to see her rising lust.

“You are a pleasure to look at, Lady Xelthia...”

Xelthia, knowing she had won her over, pressed her finger harder, finding its way between her folds and smiled as she felt moisture reach her fingertip through the fabric of Keema’s pants. Her smile grew wider.

“As are you, sweet Keema. Though look at you. You have an insatiable craving. You body wants him. All of him. Though he is occupied. I am available… and I hunger for you.”

Xelthia gave her finger a push within the mountain-folk’s folds, which provoked yet another gasp from the mountain-folk. Xelthia’s hand retreated from between her thighs, and she arose from her chair with a knowing grin. She placed a hand on Keema’s shoulder, her gaze worth more than any words could say.

Keema reached for her tankard and emptied it in one large gulp.

Xelthia snaked a hand within Keema’s palm. As they left the dining hall, Keema found her tail curling around Xelthia’s hips as they walked side by side.

Xelthia broke the silence as the revelry of the dining hall grew distant, the rising flame within her clear in her tone.  

“I know you want me. And I want you, though you will have to take charge. The wine has gone to my head and…”

Xelthia had little time to react. In one swift motion, she soon found herself held aloft by the powerful arms of the large mountain-folk woman.

She soon found an isolated spot where they could be together. It was a small room--a study. The one where Ezria often came to keep herself company. Books lined the shelves, all of her favourite authors and biographers and historians. To one corner, a desk, illuminated by two glass orbs dangling from above. In the center, a large ornate sack, which often functioned as a seat for Ezria to lose herself in a long novel or two.

Keema set Xelthia down to her hooves. Confident the two were alone, she shamelessly shed her evening dress from her shoulders, allowing the fabric to fall from her body, proudly displaying her ample chest. Every motion was deliberate.  

“Sweet Keema. If you cannot handle me, a mighty beast like Akkal would prove difficult to tame. But I know you have it within you. Show me.”

Kema wasted no time untying her own robe and stepping out of her cotton breeches. Nude, the imposing form of the mountain-folk walked towards the consort and, with one hand, pushed her back into the enormous cushion.  

“My lady… Tonight, I am in charge.”