fic: the mile high club, Elibe style! [kink meme archive]

[bonnefois]

Air rushed past them as Huey beat his wings to bridge an ascent. Soon tree and villages looked like tiny decorational figures below them, wind skirted off them, caught in their hair, whipped it to and fro.

They had always rode like this, on the plains, soaring over the hills. It was a treasured memory for both of them, their rides together, and now it signified a rare time when they could be together not as a lady and her pegasus knight, but as old friends, who knew each other well.

Lyn held on tight around Florina’s waist as Florina guided Huey on, far beyond the reaches of Caelin castle, over the sea of trees that made of up the Caelin forest.

“We never have time alone anymore” Lyn sighed.

“Lad— ow!” A pinch on the arm reminded her. “Lyn, I’m sorry, it’s just...there’s always so many retainers around, and...” Florina trailed off, nervously holding onto Huey’s reins.

“Well, we’re alone now” Lyn purred. She licked the outer rim of Florina’s ear.

“But Lyn– ahh–!”

Lyn moved a hand lower, slid it under Florina’s short dress and undergarments, Florina arched her back as Lyn touched her, parting the folds and slipping her fingers inside to the slick wetness of Florina’s body.

Lyn’s other hand moved to Florina’s breasts, gently squeezing and stroking them, tracing circles and rubbing against her erect nipples through the cloth.

She licked against Florina’s neck, over the arteries, veins and capillaries, and Florina moaned, rocked against the bridge of Lyn’s palm that ground against her clit, groaning with each thrust of Lyn’s fingers into her.

Florina was always somehow immodest during sex, or perhaps this was a side that only Lyn could see, this complete trust and lack of shyness. Either way it was exhilarating to hear Florina’s moan’s rise, the rush of wind and each beat of Huey’s wings around her, Lyn’s own center pulsing and wet.

Florina came with a one long moan, and Lyn could feel the walls contract and spasm against her, warm and moist, the soft muscles brushing against her as she finally, reluctantly slid them out.

“Lyn.. Lyn..I” Florina panted.

Lyn nuzzled against Florina’s neck. “I know.”