I live and write BDSM. Age 18+. Scarleteen is great for under 18.
Hm, so this isn't quite what I was thinking and I may have to expand on this in the future, but I hope you enjoy this little Samhaine-inspired interlude.
Vala signed, "Happy Samhaine, Prisca."
"Happy Samhaine, my Lady," Prisca replied before twining her arms around Vala's waist and holding her tight.
Breathing in deeply, Vala enjoyed not only Prisca's embrace, but also the comforting notes of her current perfume. "You smell so good," she voiced.
Prisca pressed a soft kiss to Vala's lips and released her.
Collecting three sticks of Ylang Ylang incense, Vala held them together in a flame. When it flared above the candle, she removed them and blew them out.
"Candles?" Prisca signed before gesturing loosely to the myriad candles Vala had burning in her bedroom.
"Yes," Vala replied, the s hanging in the air as she signed and voiced. She eased the burning incense sticks into empty holders. With nimble fingers, she loosed the neck of the short, black halter dress she chose that morning.
"Beautiful, beautiful," Prisca signed before leading the now naked Vala back close. She leaned in to kiss just above Vala's neck just above her collar.
Vala took steps backward toward her bed. She relaxed down onto the comforter, Prisca between her legs. She scooted back until just from the knees down hung off the side. Grinning, she traced her inner thighs with her fingers as she looked into Prisca's eyes.
Prisca dove onto Vala's bed. Her lips parted with words Vala couldn't read from that angle. She threw her lover's legs over her shoulders. She eagerly parted Vala's labia and started to suck on her clit. Wrapping her hands around Vala's thighs, she held on as the woman immediately started shuddering with pleasure.
"Feels so good," Vala whimpered. Her throat reverberated with her sigh as the sensations rippled through her and then increased when Prisca slipped two fingers into her.
The Queen stopped beside Vala's bed. He signed, "Happy Samhaine, little girl."