LEAVE A LIGHT ON

The smile quickly became real and not forced when the woman had manners, a rare quality in customers some days. She was a beauty as well and her day had been so dull already. “Of course. Book recommendations are half my job after all,” she said. The customers still seemed to be browsing for the moment so she stepped out from behind the counter. “So tell me, what are your favourite books? It helps me get an idea of what to recommend.” Plus Esme always felt like you could find a lot out about a woman when you knew what they liked to read. 

Lydia could tell that the marks Myra left would be more than visible on her back in the morning. But she didn’t mind. In fact, she loved that there was gonna be a reminder of their night etched into her back. Her whole body shivered when the wolf said her name. God, she has missed the way her name sounded coming off her lips. It was pure bliss. The witch gave her a look of confusion when she stilled her hips. She was definitely enjoying it, and she sighed when she had to stop. 

Lydia lifted her hips as commanded and moaned when a soft hand found her most sensitive place. Their eyes locked, Lydia’s eyes were almost black with lust. She struggled to keep her eyes open as pleasure was taking over her body, but she forced herself to not break eye contact with the wolf. “Fuck.” She moaned out as she moved her hips in time with her strokes.

myra wondered in small moments if she would allow anyone else to have this much control. she guessed no. the truth was myra was not as shy beneath this woman as she was with strangers. how shocked her cell mates and those in the city would be to see her in this state. 

her hand moved quickly, smearing liquid in its trail to lydia’s hip. her other hand came to her other hip, flipping them over in an instant. despite her emotions being an absolute wreck, and unable to define exactly how she felt for the witch--her lips craved one thing, and it was to be interlocked with the other’s. as her knees planted into the mattress on either side of lydia’s hips, her hips in the air, and her head duck down to fall into another bout of passionate lip locking, hot breathes was the only sound between them. 

myra rips their lips apart-- letting her’s rapidly kiss down lydia’s neck, do figure eights around her breast. her tongue darts out to take in the erect nipples, taking her turn between the two. her time isn’t long--just long enough to give lydia’s bouts of sensation to push a few moans out and maybe make her squirm. 

“Right.” Lydia said, rolling her eyes playfully at her response. She knew Myra wanted to push her buttons but she wasn’t gonna let it get to her. Lydia poured everything into that kiss. All of the lust and devotion that she has felt for the other woman in the last 40 years. It felt as if nothing had changed but she knew their little bubble was gonna burst eventually. The witch hissed lightly when she felt nails dug into her backside. She pushed down her lips even harder in response. Everything felt so fucking good. It’s been so long since Lydia felt this way. When Myra threw her head back, Lydia leaned down and started sucking on her neck, definitely leaving a mark. She started placing little love marks all over her neck and chest as she kept moving her hips with intent.

the decision to make snappy remarks wasn’t completely conscious. and maybe somewhere deep in her subconscious, like the greater picture of an ice burg hiding beneath cold waters, she wanted to rile her. it appeared that lydia dodged all remarks without hesitation however. lydia’s lips were the devil at her neck, pulling her into her sins so easily. as the witch carried on, her breath became uneven. her nails dragged further up the woman’s back, not minding the red streaks traveling up lydia’s back. there came a point where myra was determined to hold out. it took more mental strength than her next action would let on. “lydia..” the word barely came out coherently. her hands now grabbed behind lydia’s thighs where her ass and thighs joined. she held firmly to stop the rocking of her hips. 

“It’s just on that shelf there,” Esmeralda pointed out to the customer. Of course, if they had just looked, they might have saved themselves time and not wasted hers. She had let the cashier go on an early mark and now that there were a very people milling around, she was regretting that decision. The book store got a lot of foot traffic and sometimes there would be an afternoon rush. It seemed to be dying down now though there were still a few people around. As another stepped up, she put on her best, friendly smile. “Hello, yes? May I help you?” she asked. 

( @thornhavenstarters​ )

Lydia smirked when she heard the moan the wolf released. It was such a turn on for the witch to see how Myra’s body was responding to her. “Oh yeah? And where exactly would you want my tongue?” She asked innocently, though the smirk on her lips was telling a different story. The mistress scoffed at her response. It was a joke but it still made her roll her eyes. “As if that guard could make you cum like I can.” She said huskily. She kissed her back passionately, moaning against her lips as their tongues collided. She laid her full bodyweight down on the other woman, rolling her hips against hers. She quickly pulled off the last items of clothes still left on her body and angled her hips down so their pussies were rubbing against each other. She started to thrust her hips slowly but with determination, every movement hitting the right spots.

Lydia leaned forward and placed a kiss on her stomach, right above her belly button. “I haven’t seen you in 40 years…..let me look at you.” She said softly, though there was a slight playfulness in her voice. “Yeah? And what would you want me to do about it?” The witch asked with a matching smirk as she teasingly ran her fingers through Myra’s already wet folds.

“You’re so wet….is that all for me?” The mistress asked with a raised eyebrow, before she lifted her hand up to her mouth and sucked her fingers clean, moaning at the taste of Myra. 

The strange thing about having your twin sister in the same town was now they had to be careful about who slept with who, at least with one gender. That was the plus side to being gay, he wouldn’t have to worry about the female slaves. He had stopped by L’Enfer, looking for some company for the night when he caught sight of a different slave. Eyeing the woman, he knew something was familiar about her despite not knowing who she was. He looked her up and down, trying not to look creepy as he did. “Do I know you from somewhere?” he asked. She was clearly a slave, he could tell from the brand that showed from underneath her clothes. “I’m sorry, that was rude of me.” 

for: @myracho​

Lydia simply loved the way the wolf’s body was responding to her even after all of those years. How she missed her body beneath her, falling apart after and hours and hours of love making. She was like a drug after 40 years of being sober. It would be so easy to fall right back into her. Lydia knew that it would hurt when this moment was over and they had to go back to the harsh reality of the situation. It might even break her. 

The witch kissed back briefly, smiling against her lips. She pulled back and took off her shirt and bra, leaving her topless, only her jeans remaining on her body. She immediately leaned back down so their bodies were touching again, missing the warmth of her body against the wolf’s. Lydia smirked right back as she slipped her fingers beneath the material and pulled it down, leaving Myra completely naked. She parted her thighs with her hands on her knees and just stared at the beauty that was Myra. She looked at her pussy like it was some kind of treasure she has found after years of digging. She ran her hands up and down her legs slowly, enjoying the feeling of smooth skin against her fingertips. 

“just going to stare at me all day?” myra speaks up. her head has rolled to the side so she can watch lydia comfortably. her knees push back against hands, trying to use the strength of her thighs to squeeze the woman’s sides. “you can get a better look when you actually do something about it.” a smirk toys at her lips. 

Lydia almost lost balance when the other woman started to sweetly kiss all over her face. How she has missed the tenderness of her touch. How she has missed the tenderness of any touch. It’s been all rough and fast since she arrived here…..hell, it’s been all rough and fast and meaningless since she left Myra. It felt never the same and she closed off her heart to anybody else. 

Lydia pulled back immediately when she told her to wait. She was ready to pull back completely, thinking that she realized that this was a mistake and wanted to stop. Though the witch relaxed when the other woman simply needed the break to take off her clothes. Lydia’s breath hitched in her throat when she saw the exposed skin of her lover. Blank ink covering the majority of it. It was new to the witch, but she loved it. She wanted to run her tongue over every inch of the inked skin. So that’s what she did. She leaned down and started to trace the patterns with her tongue, taking her sweet time with the markings, teasing Myra. 

When she was done, she locked eyes with the wolf again, her eyes dark and full of lust and a hidden emotion she wasn’t ready to let herself feel again. It was too dangerous. “Tell me what you want.” She breathed out as her lips ghosted over Myra’s.

myra watched as the woman dove into her body. saying there had not been women after lydia would be a lie. but to say she hadn’t pretended each was the witch, would be a difficult truth. now as dark hair brushed her skin, lydia could close her eyes without playing illusions on the back of her lids. her back arches enough to cause a raised bridge from her shoulder blades digging on one end of the bed, and her hips digging in on the other side. lydia’s tongue brushed over this bridge and brought the sweetest of feelings. 

hot breath on her lips brought about a smirk. her lips pursed to catch lydia’s lips in brief interlock. “well for starters..” her hands come up from her sides and begins to pull at lydia’s clothing, doing her best to remove them. 

Lydia felt like she was gonna explode right on the spot. How long has she waited to feel her again. The past 40 years seemed to blue into nothingness as her hands explored the other’s body. She put her hand on her thigh when she lifted it up and held her close, pressing her hips forward for more contact. Lydia released a moan when her teeth scraped her earlobe. God, she was so turned on already. The witch closed her eyes and took a deep breath before opening them again and locking eyes with the other woman. Lydia hooked her hand beneath the other thigh and picked the other woman up easily, the action coming natural to her as she has done it times and times before. She carried her into the bedroom and laid her down on the bed, never breaking eye contact.

at the feeling of finger tips pressing into her thighs, myra lifted each of her thighs until they were hilted at the tops of lydia’s hips. they squeezes tightly, causing the muscle to burn. her strength was absent in comparison to what it used to be. a heat mixed with a wetness between her legs was met with contact that let out a content hum from myra. her gaze remained down, watching the other woman. her hands cradle her jaws as lips leave sweet marks on the witch’s nose, temple, and cheek.

the dress itched at her smooth skin. she had often wondered how humans found comfort in their clothing. there were fabrics that draped over skin and bone so daintily, that one would feel like it wore nothing at all. those she favored.

another feeling. the feeling of the soft bed beneath her was foreign. it outdid the comfort of a cot--if one could call it that. and to her human body, it matched the soft earth of a green meadow beneath her feral being. lastly, the weight of another on top of her body, sending nerves wild with messages from her toes to the nerves in her brain. “wait, wait--” the words muddle out from beneath hot breath. her arms cross over her stomach as finger tips grab the ends of the dress already riding up to her stomach. they peel the dress from her slender frame and reveal her skin. a simple black bra and panties are left. and as she peels the remainder of the garment of her wrists, she is left completely exposed to the sunlight pouring into the bedroom.

covering her back is black ink. it starts at her lower back and depicts stories all the way up her length, ending around her shoulders. letters illegible to most intertwined with the ink. it was tradition in her pack to mark your skin with culture of their kind. more illegible words  hid beneath her upper arm. these were things that would be new to the witch’s eyes. though a bra covered most of it, a design ran between both breast and and branched out below each. after a moment of pause, she removes the bra, revealing the rest of the art that stained her skin. she slowly leans back on the bed until she’s flat, letting lydia take in a familiar body with unfamiliar markings. she was proud of them. though she could have been focused on the erect nipples reacting to the cool air. she didn’t care. she wanted to watch lydia’s pupils react to the new sight before her.

Lydia released a sigh of relief when Myra chased her lips and pulled her into another kiss. Into multiple kisses. God, it felt so good to feel her lips against hers again. She missed her touch. She kissed her back passionately, almost greedily, not knowing when she was gonna get to taste them again after this was over. The witch closed her eyes when the wolf trailed her lips down her cheek and down her neck, releasing a breathy moan when she tugged on her hair. She easily tilted her head to give her better access to her neck, her hands wandering up and down her body, getting reacquainted with the other woman’s body.

Lydia’s eyes never left the wolf’s face, waiting for her reaction to her words. They might’ve been harsh but they were honest. Lydia has learned not to hold her tongue a long time ago. She has hardened over time and that was a trait that wasn’t so easy to let go of. Lydia’s face softened when Myra leaned into her touch. It felt comforting that she still had some sort of effect on the other woman, as the wolf had still an effect on her. The witch stepped closer to her again, putting her other hand on her face as well. “I know. I never expect that one kiss would just fix everything. Fix all of the pain I put you through.” She said softly, before leaning forward and pressing a short and soft kiss onto her lips, before pulling back slightly, almost afraid of her reaction.

bambi was having a rough week. she wasn’t even quite sure what was wrong but her mood was off. she wasn’t usually the happiest girl but this week was especially tough. she had really figured out what day it was and she realized that her birthday was coming up soon. it usually wasn’t a happy day for her but being trapped completely made things feel even worse. a small huff escaped her lips as she shifted on her uncomfortable cot a little more. when she heard something outside her new cell she turned, a frown on her face. “please just let me be…” she sighed softly, wrapping her arms around her legs tightly, pulling them close. 

Lydia closed her eyes tightly and took a deep breath, trying to make sense of the situation and process it. “You can’t ask me to do that cause I could never treat you like another slave. It wouldn’t be just a meaningless fuck and we both know that, Myra.” She said, almost desperate for the other woman to understand her reasoning. “Of course I know that. I know the rules of this place. But I don’t care.” She said, stepping closer to her again, grabbing her chin gently with her hand to make her look at her. There was a new found fire in her eyes. “I don’t care if you share a bed with 100 people. I don’t care if another woman makes you cum. I don’t care if you make another woman cum. Because we both know it doesn’t mean anything, because she’s not me. It’s just a fuck.” She told her, as blunt as always, though she was telling the truth. She didn’t care. She didn’t feel jealousy at the thought of someone else touching Myra. “I don’t expect you to do anything. I lost that right a long time ago….” She started, her voice softening as she reached out to run her fingers through the wolf’s hair, remembering the way her fur felt when she would run her fingers through it after a night of making love. “But you can’t expect me to feel nothing when I see you. To not do something about those feelings….even though I have no right to do so.” 

There it was – the sharp smile cutting through the apparently delicate features of the redheaded witch. “Everything’s a burden if you carry it around long enough.” a shrug of the shoulders, a flick of the hair. 

“It’s been far too many years to expect anyone to truly be acquainted with the specifics of it all.”  Important. She had been, once upon a time. She’d had everything a girl could wish for and yet, it had never been enough for Medea had never been an ordinary girl, she was the storm in human skin and she had wanted everything. “Should’ve, very much so. I got lost somewhere inbetween the intrigues of greek society and the intricacies of a goddess scorned and her revenge.”

“Well that’s poetic of you. i’ve always heard therapists were a thing. and that’s sort of the line i imagined them handing out.” myra smirks at the redhead. “so you’re a disappointment then?” it’s asked quietly, as to not sounds too harsh. “is it such a bad thing? i mean being here isn’t the best--but to get away from the haughtiness of it all. or do you miss it?--is it true that you have grapes fed to you beneath golden billowing leaves?” 

It would’ve been so easy for Lyda to just give in. Get lost in the feeling of being touched by Myra again, after so many years without it. Without her. But the words that she spoke were like a knife gliding through her ribcage. It sent her out of her lust filled fantasy and brought her back to reality. I’m not your lover. That hurt the most. The witch took a step back, effectively separating their bodies and she stared at her, before shaking her head. “I can’t do that. You can’t ask me to do that.” She stammered, her voice breaking. She could fuck any slave down in that cell and it would mean nothing, but she couldn’t fuck Myra without it meaning something. 

Though prone to mistakes like any other being that walked the cursed grounds of this Earth, Medea had never been one to slip easily. A taunting smirk curled across her chapped up lips, softening the witch’s features, a cruel illusion of sorts. She was about as sweet as a poisoned apple. “Mmmh, perhaps. I can never truly tell anymore whether it’s the cause of insomnia, a desperate cry for help or just.. eye spasms.” 

Oh, what a bitter taste it brought. Once upon a time, every respectable person had better known her name – not one greek that hadn’t come to her, at least once, seeking help or healing or just a mediator to aid them in communicating with their goddess. She’d represented both gods and commoners, courtesy of the divine mixed in her blood. “My name is Medea. Descendant of Helios.” Perhaps a useless detail – the girl didn’t look like she kept a close tie to greek ancients “What is yours?”

myra finally lets out an amused huff. “that’s quite a talent you have there. can’t say i envy it--sounds more like a burden than a talent.” myra’s only similar trait was her sensitivity to sounds and smells. but now here, she was numb to everything. 

she had never adjusted to her ‘human’ form in her 61 years of living. she’d preferred the feral side, and felt awkward and vulnerable as anything else. the amount of bare skin people like medea and others constantly had was uneasy. and yet in places like these, the more of it, the more valuable one seemed to me.