The praise made her whimper loudly, against her hand. And then Kaczor was working her over with both tongue and mouth. Each touch was light, barely there, and yet just as overwhelming when all together. And despite the hand over her mouth, Ella was... fairly loud.
When much of Kac's focus turned to her clit, the hand covering her mouth left her face, searching for something to hold onto. If they'd been in bed, the sheets. Fingers eventually curl against the side of the table, knuckles white. [q]Mm, don't... don't stop, don't.[q] She whimpered, trying to bring her thighs against the other's head, to hold her in place. Instinct, rather than an actual conscious motion.
Fingers joined roving tongue, and Ella arched off the table. Kazcor was saying what she wanted to do, and then for just a second, everything stopped. [q]I d... yes, I do—[q] Ella was coming undone. Between the gentle guidence she was receiving verbally, and the variety of touch that Kaczor was providing...
She was too far undone to pay attention to anything else. Her gaze fixed on the ceiling, she doesn't quite register that there's a pant to Kaczor's voice, that the other must be getting herself off under the table. It doesn't matter—though if she wasn't so undone, she'd have been pleased and giddy to hear the woman react in such a way that implied that Ella's consent was helping her find her orgasm.
[q]Yes... yes, please—[q] As another finger was added, she rolled her hips, sought more friction. And as she came undone, one of the wineglasses perched delicately beside of her finally hit the floor, having been inching towards the edge of the table with each movement she made. But she doesn't hear the glass break.
She's tensed, her heels digging into Kaczor's back, trying to bring the others face closer—and all at once, everything in her vision blurred. Eyes closed, hand pressed against her mouth to mute a moan.
She's too busy in the haze of her orgasm to hear footsteps.
She's lost, the moment Ella's legs close around her cheeks, lost and continually sucking, fingers fucking up into her wife over and over as she jerks her cock in time to their oral coupling. She's jealous for only a moment, about what it would feel like to have her own clit to play with, to be able to climb on the table with her and offer one another friction, scissors together, but she knows, from the faces of her past lovers, that when they finally consumate their marriage, when they finally start working on children, that she wants nothing more now, than to see Ella, rising and falling atop her, eyes rolled back, debauched completely as she's impaled on Kac's body.
And the footsteps register just in enough time for her to grunt against the apex of Ella's legs, yelling out as she spills across the floor, as she feels Ella come apart on her tongue, eagerly lapping as her core before She's quickly sliding up Ella's naked body, careful to keep her hips and rapidly softening cock away from Ella's body. No sense in risking a pregnancy too soon, as long as it left questions open enough that couldn't be answered right away. ‘I swear, I'll make it up to you‘, she thought as she captured her wife's lips in a deep kiss, tongue plunging into Ella's mouth as she rubbed a hand up and down Ella's thighs, coaxing her through the orgasm. [q]You did so well my love, oh so well, I can't wait to ease you to sleep like that tonight, and wake you like that in the morning, Gods you're beautiful there.. debauched, ravaged..[q]
She may have been too lost in that moment, as her hips pressed against the table, knocking the other wine glass over, as she sought out the kiss again, and again. [q]Say you'll let me kiss you here,[q] she circled Ella's clit once more, swallowing down where her mouth was watering, hard, to return to suckling her, fuck her father, fuck her own, she wanted to take Ella for real right there, but it was securing them first. And she grunted with frustration as she ground her hips against the edge of the table, sad that she had a reflectatory period where she couldn't immediately be ready again. [q]I promise I will always take care of you.[q]
Was all she was able to get out before a hurried quick kiss as the wine glass shattered on the floor and a yell and scuffle happened above their heads.
She moved quickly to right Ella's clothing, paying no mind to her own state of undress, but her trousers had been re-buttoned at some point…
Ella leaned upward, meeting Kaczor's kiss, moaning against her mouth as she continued to coax her through her orgasm. The praise—even as crude as it was, was welcomed. Flushed, and trembling at the overstimulation, she was agreeable, pliable. Putty in the other's hands.
And before she could whisper in response to her fiancee's sweet nothings, she whispered that she'd always take care of her and...
She heard her father yell, and lurch forward. Likely to grab her, but from the corner of her eye, she saw a servant get between the scene at the table, and the man whose face was changing color rapidly.
Ella pushed herself upright, even as Kazcor righted her dress, ensured she was covered. She scrambled off of the table, flinching when her father raised his voice. She was crying, though she didn't realize it.
And before her father, who had shoved past the servant could grab her, she darted past him, past Kazcor's father, and towards the gardens. And she was gone into a section they didn't explore today, before anyone could grab her.
In the Gallery, her father was bright red, threatening to turn purple with rage. [q]Your...[q] He hesitated, his gaze fixed on the cum on the floor, on the side of the table, [q]...daughter has ruined mine.[q] His hands were balled into fists, at his side without his usual punching bag in range.
The Calidus' patriarch eventually stalked towards Kazcor, hissing as he passed, [q]Foolish bitch. Now you're stuck with her.[q] Once he was finished making demands of the Tilani's, reassured that yes, Kazcor would marry the girl, the Calidus' patriarch would leave. Little ceremony to it, and he didn't bother to ask about the bride price. That'd been ruined for him the moment he'd caught Ella exposed on the table.
Ella had slipped through the gardens and back into the estate manor, locking herself into a room on an unexplored, unknown wing. But there was a window seat, and once she was certain the door was locked, she curled up there and cried.
It'd be a while before anyone thought to look for her here, she'd passed a lonely servant wiping windows, but she could hear them—though she couldn't yet see them—searching the gardens.
Eventually, she drifted to sleep. Tired after the range of emotions and sensations Kazcor had introduced her to... after her father's outburst. After the fact that she really had no choice, now. She had to hope the Tilani heir wanted her.
[q]Hmm I am indeed. Let's hope you never darken our doorstep again, mm? The way I see if, we've made sure poor Ella doesn't have to put up with you any more. You should be happy we're so willing to take her, after she's been so debauched here.. on my cock.[q] Kaczor made sure that the last words where staccato as she spoke, tugging her robe back on over her bare chest, tying it back around her waist.
[q]Benson, father, I'll see to it that Ella is taken care of, if you want to handle this..[q], she gestured as Ella's father, bringing her fingers to her mouth to lick the last traces of Ella's cunt from them. [q]Mess, I'll mop the floor myself later.[q] She performed a stiff bow to her father, and not another look at her father in law as she went off in search of her wife.
Bride price could now be paid directly to Ella's accounts, and not go about padding the Calidus accounts. That had been a fear of hers, the moment she had started to pick up the idea that Ella had probably been incredibly abused her entire life.
And Kaczor was incredibly aware that she might had just ruined any trust her fiancee had in her. But she would deal with that anger and upset later. There were few things the Tilani's, as a family, couldn't stand, and that was a family not taking care of their own. Neglect and abuse? Not in their household, and a family that was at war with itself, would never withstand the attacks from outside. It's how Kaczor knew, deep down, she had to free the other woman. Even if it meant starting their time together with a … pperformance.
Ella would forgive her eventually, wouldn't she?
She could pray to the Gods for it. And as the night calmed through the house, and rooms were searched, Kaczor finally found his scared little wife, and stole in beside her on the window seat, going to tuck a stray hair out of Ella's face. [q]Wife of mine, I'm seriously about waking you with my tongue between your legs, but, I'll try with a small kiss first.[q]
Her voice was soft, gentle. She had seen the older man raise his voice and how it had caused all this, and she wasn't about to let Ella wake scared. If she could help it, so she leaned down and pressed a tender kiss to Ella's forehead. [q]He's gone, you're here at the manor with us, and I've received word all your things have migrated to our house now.[q] She continued to gently stroke Ella's hair, coaxing her into an easy awakening, if she could. [q]We can eat here, or I can take you to our home and we can have a late meal there.. you have to be famished..[q]
Ella whimpered in her sleep, when the window seat shifted at the additional weight. And she buried her face against the cushion. It would have been cute, if the kiss to her forehead didn't startle her awake. Eyes wide, she recognizes she's in a strange place, and still blinking sleep from her face, she lashed out.
A solid right hook. The audible crack of her fist connecting with the bones in Kazcor's nose should have made her flinch, but she just sat there, stunned. One breath... two... three breaths... by the sixth breath, Ella's scrambling out of Kazcor's grasp.
And she's crying, again, even as her back connects with the side of a desk, and she seats herself on the floor against it. Silent, except for her own ragged breathing, she fixed her gaze on her bare feet.
Preparing for the worst, because even she's not stupid enough to think the Tilani heir wants her now—
[q]Oww, Fuck![q] It's a little loud, but she can hear the crunch of cartilage in her face crackling, lost its fight with a fist, and start to profusely bleed, as the corners of her eyes water. [q]Shit shit shit, I deserved that,[q] she's up and pacing a little. [q]Oh I deserved that, you probably were …. Oh I'm an idiot ohh, this smarts so badly.[q]
She finally sits back down, tilting her head back, and taking her shawl and pressing it to her upper lips, to catch the blood, but she's not ready to try and do anything other than try and blink back tears another few seconds before she's huffing. [q]I'm sorry, I should have known better that waking you up might have done that, fuck that hurts. You have a solid right hook, they taught well.[q]
She leaned forward then Long silken hair sliding over her shoulders and down her front as she now pinched her nose closed, her voice nasily now. [q]I'm going to assume you're scared still but oh, Ella, darling, we're gonna have to find a healer, don't want to be walking the aisle with one of the brides with a busted nose and full blown black eyes.[q]
She chuckled, once the initial smarting pain was done, and it simmered down into a less angry throb. Of course she was gonna punch her --[q]I'm sorry that.. I'm sorry that he yelled. He shouldn't have. I'm beginning to see why my gut instinct was spot on.[q] Once she felt like the bleeding wasn't likely to start again, she took the moment to offer a hand to Ella. [q]No more punching, yeah?[q]
Sniffling, she flinched at the exclaim, but Kaczor didn't come towards her... Instead, she paced. And talked. And Ella hugged her knees to her chest, watching the other woman closely. She's not had to hit someone in years, and she didn't realize how ingrained those skills were.
It's only when Kac addresses her by name that she blinked out of whatever haze she'd been in, rubbing her eyes with one hand. And then she found herself staring at an outstretched hand.
[q]You mean... we're still getting married?[q] She sniffled hard, [q]You still... still want me?[q] She wasn't a prized possession to be passed between houses now. She doesn't accept any of the apologies. Because she's apologizing for the wrong things.
[q]You... ruined my worth. And my f-father, he-he won't...[q] There would be no-one to walk her down the aisle. No-one to attend the quickshod wedding ceremony they now had to do to salvage her reputation.
She's still staring at the outstretched hand, shaking her head slowly.
[q]Of course I'm still going to marry you, I promised. I don't break my promises Ella.[q] She finally let the hand drop and then joined her on the floor, enough away that if Ella chose to punch again, Kaczor could get away. [q]I promised to always take care of you. And now, instead of having to pay your father, I can just take you to the bank and set you up your own account, and place your Bride Price in there. Your own money. And we can spare you having to be embarrassed when your father doesn't provide a dowry now.[q]
Kaczor shrugged somewhat. [q]We can have a small, personal ceremony between us and our family, they don't have to attend if they don't want too. And if it comes down to you wanting to leave, you're still intact. You'd pass a [q]purity[q] test, I was sure to not press too hard inside you. Besides, this whole thing about sex hurting and a virgin bleeding is only because men are telling on themselves that they can't get a woman sufficiently ready is all. So it would be your father's word against a healer able to do an examination. We'd pay of course. If you choose to break our arrangement.[q]
It was very matter of fact, along like it had been planned all along. [q]I told you I wasn't really a kind person, Ella.[q]
She sighed softly, and then hugged her legs to her own chest, watching the other woman. [q]I still want you. That hasn't changed. Before I was real with you. I may have had some ulterior motives included, but I wanted you. Still do. If you want to still do this. I'd understand if you didn't, but you'd miss a great party and wedding night.[q]
She took a breath, and wiped at her nose again, testing how badly it hurt. It was definitely broken, and her undereyes were already turning a deep shade of blue, as blood pooled under her skin. Nothing a mage couldn't fix in a couple minutes. [q]We did.. some research before hand, as I'm sure your family did too. I suspected abuse long before your actions confirmed it. Regardless of whether you wanted to marry or not, I planned on trying to … get you out from under that man's abusive hold. Any way I could. I thought it would be all too simple to get you to open up, a quick seduction, a quick fuck in a less than private place. But the more time we spent together today the more I wanted to kiss you, to spend time with you because I thought, this is a woman that I would like to spend my days with. She's sweet, and let's me gush about the things I like without … telling me they're dumb. I like you, a lot Ella. I feel like we could have romantic love between us.. over time.[q]
She sniffed, [q]And a lot of sex.[q] And then flickered her tongue suggestive at Ella, grinning.
Novella sniffed, as she watched Kazcor silently. She glanced away when the other woman described how she'd get her Bride Price, and wouldn't need to be embarrassed when her father shirked on the dowry. She shifted uncomfortably as a 'purity test' was mentioned; her father had forced her to undergo one of those extensive ones prior to this; after all, the military wasn't known for being kind to the women that were in their ranks.
She wiped her eyes again and sniffled quietly, still quiet as she pondered everything that was being said. [q]You... did this on purpose?[q] She frowned, for a moment. She'd been set up; to get her away from her father.
And then, Kazcor made a suggestive motion with her tongue, and Ella giggled softly, shaking her head. [q]You're... you're a kind person. Just... not kind in a normal way,[q] she sighed, hiding her face in her hands.
And then she was laughing, quietly against her own hands. [q]I'm... I'm so... sorry.[q] She couldn't help but giggle, the longer she studied the quickly darkening circles under the others eyes, the way her nose was swelling. The apology didn't sound sincere because she was laughing, tapping her feet against the ground where she sat.
She wasn't crying, for the moment. Though she was certain the guilt she'd chased away would find her again.
[q]I may have.. Done this on purpose, yes. Some of it. To be fair, I didn’t think I’d like you as much as I did after those first few minutes. So by the time I lifted you on that table I was damn near insane with want of you.[q] She took the laughing as a good isgn, and Kaczor slid closer, scooting up right beside Ella and putting an arm around her. [q]I’m gonna try and kiss your forehead again.. Try not an punch me this time, please?[q]
And after a moment, she did, a tender forehead kiss, even as she tried to bring Ella closer to her, to at least hold her close again. She.. Kaczor realized she really did like Ella, and could see the two of them getting on very well, it’d start as a marriage that they were arranged into, but Kaczor was sure they could be good to one another. [q]Apology accepted, as long as you forgive me too.[q]
She settled there, with Ella at her side, eyes heavily lidded, a nap would have been good, but it was late at night at this point, and they still needed to eat. [q]We need to go home, unless you want to stay here at the manor tonight. It’s about a fifteen minute ride over to the house, nothing too terribly taxing. But we have abundant guest rooms here at the manor house we can partake in. Maybe even tease you into joining my bed tonight, hmm?[q]
Ella snorted, as Kaczor settled next to her, gave her warning that she was going to kiss her forehead again, and to please not punch her. [q]Mmm... I suppose I can forgive you.[q]
Unlike her fiancee, Ella was wide awake. Not tired, not yet. [q]...Let's stay here tonight. Separate rooms—[q] She shot the other woman a look. [q]—And maybe... some dinner?[q] The only thing she was certain that she was owed, was a room to herself.
Dinner... well, she'd likely ruined her chances of being fed. Though she had to remind herself, she wasn't at her father's home. This family didn't seem to mind the scandal. They'd maybe feed her.
Kaczor laughed gently, nodding, [q]Separate rooms then, since I can't tempt you to let me hold you all night long.[q] There were more than enough rooms in the manor to cover Teo guests for the night, and then the request for dinner.
[q]Of course, we'll see to dinner now.[q] She moved to get up, and once she was on her feet, she offered a hand down to Ella, to help her up as well. She pulled her libido in, knowing that she had a rare chance to start better than their first few hours. [q]And while Sari has already gone back to the town home, Benson will be more than happy to serve us. I asked father earlier to see about bringing Benson with us.[q]
The man was invaluable, twenty years military service and had developed some magic later in life. It was rare, but he had. Having him as part of the household for the newlyweds would be good for the both of them. Sari was old. Kaczor knew she wouldn't want to keep working for too much longer, but Benson was middle aged, he's have years with Kaczor and Ella and their children. And mother and father had so much staff, Kac felt fine poaching one.
[q]And if you like, we'll hire you a lady's maid, or companion if you so desire.[q] Kaczor was making plans again. [q]Benson will be happy tl be at the town house I know. His father, who also served our family, lives in the carriage house there. He doesn't work a y more, he just likes to take care of the horses. Sometimes the best touches, for unbroken steeds, is an old patient hand.[q]
Ella listened, as she was pulled upright. There would be dinner—and the more she listened... the more she saw that, while Kazcor could be deceitful, it wasn't to be malicious. If anything, the other woman had spilled the truth all too easily, it must've bothered her.
[q]Benson's... the man with the wine?[q] She tilted her head, nodding. She could see how he'd be useful to newlyweds... and then her fiancee was explaining that they allowed Benson's father to live on the property, even though he didn't work.
[q]Oh. That's... surprisingly kind.[q] Most people didn't care so much for their servants, and had little reason to set them out the second they became unable to serve. It was... strange.
She'd follow Kazcor's lead, taking in her surroundings as she went.
[q]Yes, Benson was the gentleman with the wine. He, his father, his grandfather, and his great-grandfather have all served my family in the past. His son will be serving us as well in the future, when he comes of age, and well, he returns from his compulsory military service. We miss his greatly, of course, I was not much younger than him, when he was born. I look forward to him taking over the main responsibilities of the different manors when Benson has decided he’s done taking care of us.[q] Kaczor laughed gently. [q]I think.. They’re family as well, you know. Their family has been so tied to ours the entire time that, I can’t imagine life without them.[q] She took Ella’s hand, in her own, to walk through the house towards the dining hall.
[q]You don’t mind if we go straight into the kitchen to eat, right? I don’t want to wake Cook, so I’m going to get us a small meal of cheese, breads, and fruits, if that’s alright? If you want something hot, I can always wake Cook, but I thought we’d be able to make do for tonight?[q] Kazor looked like she was waiting to see how Ella would reply, if it would be an issue, or if this was fine. [q]I, I will wake Cook if you need a hot meal. Or, I could try and make some soup?[q] She thought she could manage some soup, as they walked along.
Ella listened, her head tilting slightly. So the Tilani family, despite being progressive, still used slaves. Even if they were servants, and not actual slaves, the matter of the issue was still the same. But she doesn't say that. No matter how nice Kaczor seems to her, the other's shown how deceptive they can be...
And that's going to leave Ella watching her words, guarded, even if she works hard to see un-guarded on the surface. So she grinned brightly, as her fiancee claimed her hand and led her through the home.
[q]Mmm, I'm okay with something simple. If you don't want to wake the cook, I could prepare a meal.[q] She offered, almost as if she thought that it's what her future spouse expected from her.
Kaczor was... interesting; she couldn't get a clean read on the other. She loved arts, literature... things that weren't wholly disallowed by the Imperium. But the way she talked about her servants had caught her attention. She was concerned now, that there might be a real purpose to her being here than to help her father topple this family from power.
...and she shook her head, smiling as she caught sight of the kitchen. A little gasp left her, [q]Oh, it's so, there's so much space![q] So many cabinets, and surfaces and—
