1 comments/ 10334 views/ 0 favorites The Crusader: Faithful Choices By: Belle_in_south The de Witte estate was dark. Light could not penetrate the hurt and anger and distrust that hung between each family member. It had killed the mistress of the house. Hatred had driven a wedge between Travor de Witte and his children. Lust had become such an uncontrollable fire between brother and sister that the father had sent the daughter away. Cayden had been forbidden to return, but now she sat at his table and no number of candles could lift the darkness that hung in the room. Lord de Witte tried not to look at his children, hoping the meal would pass quickly. Hayden sat across the table from his sister and his wife, wearing the storm of his anger on his face. His jaw was set and his eyes were dark as he glared across the spread of food at the two women. A vein bulged along his temple as Cayden leaned over to whisper to Deliah. Deliah laughed, throwing her head back and exposing her delicate neck. She was wearing her hair down, something she hadn't done since they were first married. Red curls lay against her cheeks and pointed toward the full bosom barely covered by the bodice of the white lace dress. She listened to Cayden as she demurely watched her husband. She did not break her gaze as she whispered an answer. Both women laughed, fueling Hayden's fire. Cayden knew her plan was working for her sister. Hayden was enthralled by the changes in his wife. The female warrior had spent the entire afternoon with Deliah, helping the scorned woman select appropriate attire. She had longed for Amalie's assistance as they had worked on Deliah's hair. By the time they were finished, though, Cayden was having a hard time keeping her hands to herself. She wanted to bury her face in the red curls, slide her hands beneath the lace, and make her sister-in-law scream her name. She didn't understand how her brother could be so callus toward his beautiful, young wife. The prodigal daughter leaned over to whisper to Deliah again, carefully blowing a thin line of air across her sister's flesh before speaking. Goosebumps formed on Deliah's skin as she inclined her head to listen. "I bet Hayden's sword is standing straight up for you." A hint of color flooded Deliah's cheeks as she lowered her eyes. Her fair skin made the blush seem even more pronounced. Cayden thought it was a delicious look and a glimpse of her brother assured her that he did, too. "Lick your lips," she ordered in a husky voice. She recognized the tremble of desire in her words. Cayden turned her attention to Ava, her brother's beautiful blond kitchen whore. Her hair was pinned haphazardly onto her head. Sweat and a trace of flour marred her face. She wore an apron over a plain dress. Cayden's first introduction to sex had been watching Hayden take Ava in the kitchen. This evening, Hayden seemed totally enthralled by his wife, which pleased Cayden. She had every intention of sampling Ava tonight. Her father finished his food and gulped the last of his wine before slamming his stein on the table. "Why are you here?" he demanded suddenly. Cayden had to pry her eyes from Ava's rear and Hayden turned his attention from his wife. "I told you never to return. Why are you here?" "I've brought a message from Baron von Streit," she answered, pleased that her voice was focused and carried no hints of her desires. "Then deliver your message so you can return to the Baron." Cayden glanced at her brother, longing for the closeness they once shared, before they had surrendered to their desire. She missed him as an ally and a confidant. Hayden met her eyes briefly before lowering his gaze to contemplate the remaining food on his plate. Ava lingered in the room, waiting to hear the message that had brought the prodigal daughter home. Cayden cleared her throat, carefully arranging her plate and cup as she prepared her speech. "The Holy Father was at Clermont recently, speaking of Alexis' trouble with the infidels plaguing Christian pilgrims on the way to Jerusalem. Father Josef, Baron von Streit's priest, was there. The Pope has called for armies to march to Jerusalem and reclaim the Holy Land for the Church. The Baron has agreed to raise an army. Father, you have trained the men in the Barony for many years. Will you send word to your pupils that there is a call for soldiers in a noble cause?" Travor de Witte leaned back, his arms folded across his chest as he contemplated the Baron's request. Hayden studied his sister, no sign of lust or desire on his face. "Will you be joining him in the fight? You are the quickest with a sword that Father has ever taught." "He has asked me to remain behind as the Baroness's personal bodyguard." "A good profession for you, Sister," Hayden responded. "We all know how deadly you can be at times." A smile touched her lips as she shifted her attention back to her father. "Father, your army? The Baron is depending upon your assistance." Lord de Witte exhaled slowly. "I am too old to lead men into battle, but I have trained many men to be leaders and warriors. I will send couriers tomorrow to announce the Baron's request, but I will not be joining him. The Pope has spent the Vatican's coffers. He wants to distract people from his shortcomings. A war will serve his cause nicely, I imagine." Travor de Witte rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Yes, there is no nobler cause than reclaiming Jerusalem. The Baron, and the Pope, should have no problem raising an army." "With God behind them, they should have no problem conquering the infidels," Hayden mused. "Surely He will lead them into victory. Father, I will command your armies." All eyes focused on Hayden. Cayden had told Otto that her brother would want to join him, but she had not expected him to respond so quickly. There was a confidence and determination in his voice that she had not heard from his lips in a long time. She could see the resolve in his eyes. It was easy for her to recognize the emotion in eyes so similar to the ones she saw reflected back at her in the mirror. "When will you be going back to the Baron?" Travor demanded without acknowledging Hayden's vow. Cayden exchanged a glance with her twin brother. Some part of her felt the connection that she had once shared with him. Their father's disgust and distrust of them was one thing they still had in common. She considered her answer. Her father wanted her gone. She had delivered her message and gained her father's support for Otto's cause, but she had also promised Otto she would give him time with his wife without distraction. The Baroness preferred Cayden in her bedroom to her husband. Sophie needed to be pregnant with a boy before Otto left for Jerusalem. "Otto does not expect me back for a few weeks." "Deliah, Ava, leave us," Lord de Witte ordered. His tone left no question that he expected to be obeyed. Ava immediately fled the room without looking up. Deliah hesitated for a moment, her eyes on her husband across the table. Cayden laid her hand on her sister's thigh and squeezed gently in assurance. The pressure broke the spell. Deliah stood and walked regally out of the room. Cayden and Hayden watched her go, an expression of appreciation on both of their faces. When she was gone and they turned back to their father, their eyes met briefly. They both understood what the other was thinking. Cayden gave her brother a knowing smile before focusing her attention on her father. Travor de Witte observed the exchange between his two offspring and misinterpreted the meaning. "I will not allow the two of you to continue to bring shame to this family. You must control your filthy lust." Neither of the siblings answered. They were both entirely focused on the food remaining on their plate. Cayden was confident that she could resist her brother, but she also knew what had happened in the exercise yard that morning. She could fight Hayden, but physically, he was the stronger sibling. If he wanted her badly enough there was little she could do to stop him. She had a project, though. She could force Hayden's attention to Deliah. She could save Ava. "Reclaiming Jerusalem for Christ," Lord de Witte mused. "That should absolve you of many sins. We will begin discussing strategies tomorrow." Travor stood and left the room, his back straight and his eyes forward. She was left alone in the room with her brother. They stared at each other across the table, the room quiet except for their soft breathing. Cayden spoke when she could tolerate the silence no more. "Deliah is very beautiful." "She's a prude," Hayden answered. "She is unresponsive and uncreative." "That's not the look you had on your face tonight when you were watching her." "I was watching you," he snapped. Cayden didn't believe him. His eyes had been on his wife. The color in his cheeks told her that he was lying. "No one is you, Sister." "Father is right," she insisted. "Lust will destroy us. It must be controlled." "Do you control your lust when Otto drops his trousers?" Hayden spat. "I told you that Otto is not my lover." She rose and circled the table, leaning close to him as she continued in a soft whisper. "Otto's wife is." She walked out of the room, leaving those words to fuel his imagination. She walked through the corridors of her father's house feeling confident that she held all of the cards in her relationship with Hayden. She found Deliah waiting in the dim hallway, a nervous look on her pale face. Cayden stopped in front of her sister, a self-assured smile on her face. Her eyes swept over the young woman, lingering on glistening pink lips and the dipping bodice of her dress. She placed one hand on the wall beside Deliah's head, leaning into the smaller woman. "What did your father want?" Deliah asked. She couldn't hide the slight catch in her voice. "To tell Hayden and me to be a good boy and a good girl," Cayden answered softly, forcing Deliah to stretch upward to hear. Cayden's lips curled at the way the motion shifted the dress over Deliah's full bosom. She could see the hint of one pale pink areola. Cayden wet her lips at the thought of tasting those pink nipples. "And can you?" Deliah asked, a breathless tone in her voice. "Can you and Hayden be good?" "With each other, absolutely," Cayden assured. They heard footsteps moving their direction, but did not separate. "Remember; do not allow him to come to you tonight. I'll take care of his other distractions. He'll be desperate for you. No matter how much he begs and pleads, do not let him in your bed tonight." She leaned in closer, her breath warm on Deliah's face. Hayden rounded the corner and stopped short, his eyes focused on his sister leaning into his wife. Cayden smiled at her brother, knowing her last words were playing through his head. Cayden pushed away from Deliah and left the husband and wife alone. She glanced back once and saw Hayden moving toward his wife. She hid her smile, pleased with her efforts at manipulating her brother's desires. Her leather boots made little noise as she anxiously made her way downstairs. If Hayden had not appeared in the hall, she may have found herself asking to replace him in Deliah's bed. Her sister's innocence only increased her seductive powers. Hayden would be desperate when his wife resisted him. Cayden knew she needed to act quickly. In the deserted kitchen, Cayden grabbed a lantern and headed into the manor courtyard. She had already taken care of one of her brother's distractions. She had given each of the stable boys a gold coin to take to the local tavern. The diminutive warrior suspected that the two boys were quite inebriated and sprawled in the bed of a village prostitute. The prostitute had probably made whatever was left of the two gold coins without having to do any work. Now it was time to prevent her brother's other distraction from becoming a factor tonight. Cayden wanted him to go to bed alone, yearning for Deliah. As she made her way to the servants' cottages on the edge of the courtyard, a thread of anticipation shot through her. Ava, the comely kitchen wench that had been Hayden's lover since he had discovered the dangling rod between his legs, would be a nice distraction for Cayden as well. By the time she reached the door of Ava's cabin, she had developed a confident swagger. Light flickered in the window of the cottage. Cayden paused as she watched Ava's buxom silhouette pass by. The warrior licked her lips and started to raise her hand to knock. She hesitated and then reached for the handle. The door swung open, revealing a small, dimly lit room. Cayden leaned against the doorframe, her eyes resting on the servant. Ava had not yet changed from her serving clothes, but she had released her hair. The long blond tresses hung down her back and framed her face softly. In the corner of the room was a small mattress where the little boy slept. Ava turned from him, her eyes sweeping over her visitor. Her expression did not change. "I wondered which of you would arrive first tonight." Cayden closed the door and latched it so that her brother would not be able to get in when Deliah rejected him. Without speaking, she crossed to the tall woman, moistening her lips as she looked into the round face. She placed her hands on either side of Ava's hips, stepping close enough that only a few inches of space separated them. "Do you want me to go?" Ava's blue eyes were focused on Cayden's face. Cayden's lips lifted in a smile as she recognized desire in the other woman. She knew that Ava would not send her away tonight. Perhaps before she returned to Breathwood she would have the opportunity to bend Ava over the kitchen table and replace that memory with reality. The warrior placed one hand on Ava's cheek, pushing the long hair back. Her thumb traced the fine bones of the woman's face as she stretched upward to plant a soft kiss on Ava's lips. When Ava did not resist, Cayden increased the pressure until Ava began returning the kiss. Cayden slid the tip of her tongue along her partner's lips, pushing them open until she could feel smooth teeth. Cayden swirled her tongue in Ava's mouth, rubbing her tongue against Ava's. Ava welcomed the intruder, twirling with it. When she pushed her tongue into Cayden's mouth, Cayden increased the intensity of the kiss, stepping even closer as her hand slid down the column of Ava's slim neck. She trailed her fingertips over the rise of the woman's breast, cupping it firmly in her hand as she pushed her tongue deeper. Ava's nipple puckered and pushed into Cayden's palm through the rough material of her kitchen dress. A low moan escaped Ava's throat as she pushed into the warm palm. Cayden broke the kiss and nibbled along Ava's jaw line, then licked her way down the slender throat. Ava tilted her head back, pushing air from her lungs. "I want you naked," Cayden whispered, her voice thick with hungry lust. "I want to kiss every inch of you. I have since I was eighteen years old." "Why didn't you?" Ava answered, her voice trembling. "I didn't know it was what I wanted, and you belonged to my brother." Ava lifted her mass of hair as she turned her back to Cayden. The warrior's deft fingers began working open each tie, her lips following her progress. "I still belong to your brother," she servant insisted. "After tonight, you'll belong to me." The dress whispered down Ava's body, revealing her full breasts and tiny waist and a forest of blond curls. Cayden's eyes devoured her. She faltered, leaning against the small table in the center of the room. "You are more beautiful than I ever imagined." Ava blushed, the color touching her cheeks and her breasts. Cayden recovered, stepping close again. Her hands roved over Ava's body, touching her neck and breasts and hips and buttocks. She combed her fingers through the tiny curls, feeling heat and moisture pouring from that secret part of her body. Cayden's mouth followed, lingering on the full breasts, teasing the nipples with her tongue until they were hard, tight pebbles. Ava was panting, her breasts rising and falling. She laid her hands on Cayden's head, holding her eager lover close. The noblewoman's teeth and lips tugged on the firm nipple, her hand sliding between the other woman's legs to tease and then part the slick lips. Skillful fingers found the hard bud buried inside and began stroking it, rolling it in a steady rhythm that soon had Ava moaning incessantly. Cayden teased Ava's opening with her fingers as her mouth worked downward. Her tongue swirled around Ava's navel before replacing her fingers. Her tongue rocked against Ava's sensitive nub before sliding deep into her canal. Cayden lifted Ava's thigh to her shoulder, opening the woman to allow for deeper access. Ava's fingers knotted in Cayden's hair as her lover patiently pushed her higher. Ava rocked forward in time with Cayden's dancing lips and tongue, trying to urge the young woman to move faster. Each time she got close to falling over the edge of the abyss, Cayden changed positions or rhythm, causing the next crest to be even higher. Ava was pleading for release, begging Cayden to allow the wave to crash. Cayden wanted to be a woman of her word. She wanted Ava to belong to her and not to Hayden. Her brother's lust had taken her father's love and her home from her. She wanted to take from him. The next time Hayden bent Ava over, the kitchen wench would be thinking of his sister, not of him. As if her thoughts conjured him, a pounding on the door interrupted their session. Ava gasped, a panicked expression on her face. Cayden did not relent. The interruption only caused her to increase her pace. "Open this door right now, whore," Hayden growled through the door as he beat against it with his fist. "Hayden," Ava managed to gasp. "No. Not tonight. Oh, God." "I own you, bitch. Open this damn door." "You'll, you'll wake the boy," Ava insisted. Her words died on a moan as Cayden worked harder to push her to the top. "My frigid wife and that bitch of a sister of mine have frozen me out. I need you right now." "Oh, yes, yes, Cayden!" she screamed, unable to control herself any longer. "Cayden?" he echoed. "You cunt!" All strength left Ava's body. She melted into Cayden's arms, who easily caught her. Cayden carried the woman to the other mattress in the tiny room and looked toward the door, wondering if her brother still stood outside, seething with anger that every outlet for his lust had been thwarted by his sister. Cayden smiled at the lithe naked body dozing on the quilts. Ava was lying on her stomach. Cayden trailed her fingertips over pale flesh that glistened with drying sweat. The noblewoman then shifted, straddling her new lover's thighs before bending to kiss the shoulder blades. Her hands caressed arms strong from cooking and washing and caring for the boy in the corner. Ava sighed, her eyes peeling open slowly. A contented smile touched her lips. "That's nice." "You taste so good," Cayden sighed between kisses. Her tongue bathed the small of her lover's back, and then slipped along the crevasse of her buttocks. Ava shuddered and moaned low. Cayden stretched out, sliding her arms beneath Ava's legs. She lifted her lover's hips and glided her tongue along Ava's sensitive lips. Ava gasped in surprise as Cayden's tongue dipped into her from the unusual angle. Cayden continued to tease, her tongue dancing at Ava's opening, and then shifting to the tender button before going back to the channel. She continued repeating the pattern until she was certain that Ava was about to explode again. She pulled out suddenly, kissing her way down the back of Ava's thigh. Ava's body was trembling, her muscles tense, as Cayden licked the back of Ava's knees. Her tongue circled Ava's ankle before making her way up the other leg. She pushed her tongue inside Ava again, resuming the maddening pattern. The Crusader: Faithful Choices Cayden reached down to free the laces of her trousers without breaking the pace of her attention to Ava. She pushed her pants down her hips and flipped Ava over, changing pace again. She started at the woman's ankles, kissed her way up strong legs, avoiding the damp haven the wench thrust forward in offering. Lazily, Cayden's tongue circled Ava's navel before gliding beneath each heaving breast. The tip of her tongue explored each peak, dancing around the swollen nipples. She flicked both nipples, and then slowly dragged her tongue against them, prolonging her lover's pleasure as she lifted and teased each sensitive button. Cayden inched up, her mouth hovering over Ava's as she settled her hips between the servant's thighs. Her breath was warm and her lips curved in an inviting smile, but when Ava lifted her head for a kiss, Cayden stayed out of reach. She braced her arms on either side of Ava's head and began rocking her body, pressing against her lover's mound in a steady, rhythmic motion. Ava gasped in surprise at the delicious, slick friction. She wrapped her legs around Cayden, deepening the contact, and the warrior whispered encouragement. Cayden smiled at her and shifted positions, increasing the pace. Ava began moving in a counter motion, her body obeying the sensations. Both women were panting, the sound of their ragged breathing and their bodies slapping together filled the tiny cottage. Ava's fingers dug into Cayden's arms, leaving red welts on the warrior's tan flesh. Ava gave voice to her pleasure, emitting a small yelp with each contact. "Oh God," she whispered as Cayden increased the pressure. "Oh God, Oh God, Oh God." Cayden threw her head back, feeling release build in the pit of her stomach. A vein pulsed in her temple as she drove toward her pleasure. Her mouth fell open as she quickened again, pushing deeper with each downward thrust. Ava exploded first, releasing a primal yell as Cayden pushed her over the top. Cayden followed, adding her voice to Ava's song. Cayden collapsed beside Ava, both women gasping for breath. Ava released a short laugh. "That was amazing." Cayden smiled and did not answer. "Your brother never . . . you made me feel beautiful, not just an outlet for your lust." "You are beautiful," Cayden answered. "You deserve so much more than my brother. He needs to attend to his wife, anyway." "What are you going to do, Cayden? Take me away when your father expels you again? Let me go with you to Breathwood?" Cayden recognized the disbelief and doubt in Ava's tone and knew that Ava was right. The woman couldn't follow her to Breathwood. Sophie would never tolerate the presence another of Cayden's lovers at the Baron's estate. Cayden didn't think she could handle the presence of both women. "Leave the Barony, Ava," Cayden said. "I'll give you money and you can go to another part of the country. You can tell them that the bastard's father has gone to the Crusades, or even that he died in the plague. You may even find someone who will marry you if they think the boy is legitimate." Ava sat up, looking into Cayden's face with a frown. "You make me feel that incredible, and then promptly dismiss me? Is this all an elaborate plot to get me out of Hayden's life?" Cayden sighed. "I'd rather get Hayden out of your life. He's ruined it enough for you, and I'm not the answer to a better life for you." She trailed her fingers over Ava's stomach. "You can't move forward with any connection to the de Witte's." "Get out," Ava growled. "Get out of my bed and out of my house." Cayden smirked but obeyed, hoping that she had angered Ava enough to spur the woman to action. She pulled on her trousers, her eyes following the kitchen wench as the woman got out of bed and walked naked across the room. Ava felt Cayden's eyes on her, so she glanced over her shoulder. "You are beautiful," Cayden stated. "The de Witte family needs to begin thinking with another part of their anatomy," Ava answered, trying to keep the spiteful tone in her voice despite the slight smile that betrayed her pleasure at Cayden's words. "Will there really be a war?" "There will be a march on Jerusalem," Cayden replied with confidence. "Baron von Streit has made a promise to God, so he will lead his army to the Holy Land." "Hayden may die." Ava's voice was so soft that Cayden took a moment to interpret them. She crossed to her new lover, placing her hands on Ava's smooth shoulders. "Do you love my brother?" Ava didn't answer immediately and Cayden was not sure the serving woman would reply. The warrior pulled her tunic on. "It wouldn't matter if I did, and there are times that I think I do. Most of the time, though, I loathe him." She turned suddenly, her eyes intensely focused on Cayden. "Why don't you take me with you? I could go as your maidservant. I know that your father would release me to you." A half smile formed on Cayden's lips. "I don't think Sophie would take too kindly to me having another lover at Breathwood, especially while Otto is away playing soldier. She'd make your life miserable." The Lady de Witte moved across the room to Ava, her steady hand caressing the tall woman's cheek. "You will go with me, though. I'll see you have safe passage to another Barony. Let me do this for you, Ava, in retribution of all that my brother has taken from you." "Shouldn't he be the one to pay that debt?" Ava asked, kissing the inside of Cayden's wrist. "I have sins that need atonement as well. He'll pay his debt reclaiming Jerusalem." Cayden leaned in, her breath warm on her lover's face. "I'll pay mine." Their lips met in a tender, intimate kiss, Cayden's tongue exploring inside Ava's mouth. Ava moaned weakly and leaned into the warrior. "How can I say no?" she whispered. "Will you steal my heart, M'Lady?" "Keep your heart," Cayden answered, pulling away slowly. Her fingers trailed off of Ava's face. "Bolt the door behind me," she ordered before slipping into the darkness of the night. She crossed the courtyard and crept into the house, moving quietly through the corridors. The moment she stepped into the dark bedroom, she knew that she was not alone. She pulled a knife from a sheath at her hip and crouched defensively near the wall. "Who's there?" Cayden's eyes, adjusted to the darkness, quickly took in Deliah's form sitting on the end of her bed. The warrior stopped moving and leaned against the doorjamb, her eyes sweeping over the curves hidden by the long nightgown. When her eyes reached her sister's face, she saw accusation there. "So, the whore has bewitched you into her bed as well?" Deliah spat. "Your husband went to bed alone and throbbing tonight, M'Lady." "I know." "I'm taking Ava away." "You are also taking Hayden away." The silence hung between them. Cayden dropped her eyes, the woman's words piercing her conscience. She could not deny the charge, so she chose to remain silent. She sheathed the sword and removed the sash that kept it secure. She draped it over the back of a chair and began freeing the buttons on her trousers, her back to her sister. "You didn't tell me what to do when my body screamed for touch just as loudly as his did," Deliah whispered. Cayden turned in the darkness and stepped closer to the young woman. "Is your body screaming now?" she asked, sliding her hand to Deliah's breast. "Y-yes," Deliah stuttered. "Will you show me how to silence it?" "Silence will not come first," Cayden assured as her talented fingers tugged open the ties of the wispy nightgown. She pushed her hand into the opening and began massaging the delicate breast, her fingertips caressing the soft flesh. "First will come soft sighs and long, low moans, and then will come pleading, and that will be followed by screaming." "You sound very confident of your abilities," Deliah said in a breathless voice. Cayden's fingers plucked at the girl's hard nipple. "Your body seems fairly confident of my abilities." She tugged Deliah into a standing position, sliding her hands over her brother's wife. Her palms came to a stop on Deliah's hips, pulling the girl tight to her body as her mouth lowered for a firm kiss. She slid her tongue into Deliah's mouth, the kiss deep and intimate as she tasted and explored slowly. There was a different intensity to this kiss than the one Cayden had shared with Ava. Without breaking the long kiss, Cayden began bunching the material of the night gown in her hands, lifting it slowly as her tongue swept behind Deliah's teeth and into the deep recesses of her mouth. Deliah met the intruder with her own tongue. Her aggression gave Cayden chills and intensified her desire. They broke the kiss only long enough for Cayden to remove Deliah's night gown. It floated to the floor as the kiss continued. The warrior's hands cupped Deliah's breasts, squeezing them softly and allowing her thumb to caress the sensitive nipples. Deliah released a moan into Cayden's mouth and the warrior grinned. Cayden guided Deliah until the woman's legs struck the bed. She fell backwards. Cayden stood over her, watching the woman's small breasts rising and falling as she panted for breath. Cayden removed her tunic and finished unlacing her trousers. She placed her knee on the bed, gliding her hand slowly up Deliah's outer leg. Deliah inhaled softly, her body quivering at Cayden's touch. Cayden bent to lightly lick Deliah's breast, kissing and sucking at the hard nipple. Deliah arched into Cayden's mouth, groaning softly and pleading wordlessly. The warrior's hand shifted to the inside of Deliah's thigh, her fingertips brushing against red curls at the apex. Deliah gasped, her whole body arching as Cayden's fingers pushed inside. Cayden switched her attention to Deliah's other breast as her fingers sought and found the button buried deep inside. "I'll show you how to silence your body's screaming," she whispered, her voice husky. Her digits found a rhythm and soon Deliah's body was shifting and lifting to meet each shallow, teasing thrust. Cayden was grinning, her body braced over Deliah, watching her sister respond to the strokes. When she thought that Deliah was close to exploding, Cayden stopped her motion, completely withdrawing her hand. Deliah cried out in frustration. "Please, Cayden." "Please, what?" Cayden whispered, her breath warm on Deliah's stomach. Deliah tossed her head from side-to-side, her sheltered and pious upbringing keeping her from being able to form the words. "Oh, please," she sobbed. She forced her eyes to focus as she felt the bed shifting. Cayden lifted her leg over Deliah's head. Deliah looked up into Cayden's glistening mound. She was smothered by the scent of her lover's desire. Cayden lowered herself slowly, settling onto Deliah's face. She bent forward, slipping her tongue Deliah's slick lips, demonstrating what she wanted the younger woman to do. Deliah moaned again, her body thrashing at the sensation of Cayden's mouth on her sensitive button. When she opened her mouth, Cayden pressed her hips down farther, pushing her mound against Deliah's tongue. Deliah's instincts took over as she extended her tongue and began licking Cayden in the same cadence that Cayden's tongue moved. Cayden slowed her pace, her tongue teasing but trying to slow Deliah's build up. She loved bringing pleasure to other women, but she needed completion herself. Deliah was quickly getting the hang of the motion, her tongue lapping quickly against Cayden's sensitive nub. Cayden could feel her body tightening in anticipation, tingling as she moved closer to completion. Each crest she reached caused her to increase her attack on Deliah. Cayden relaxed and allowed her body to fall over the top, biting and sucking Deliah as she did. Deliah crested and screamed, her voice echoing on the stone walls of Cayden's bedchamber. The reverberations were replaced with the sound of their harsh breathing, and eventually, silence.