#qora

Yes, you will be able to have had past feelings for the remaining two when they show up.

Angelic #2

Qora has always been intense. Ever since you met her there’s been something about the way she stands, the way she always has a hand on her weapon. She doesn’t trust you, but you don’t hold it against her because you don’t think she trusts even herself. That cat is the one thing in this world she truly trusts, never going anywhere without it by her side.

Which is why you’re confused when she kicks Zora out of the room.

You still don’t get the idea when she hesitates momentarily before tossing the dagger strapped to her thigh onto the chest at the foot of her bed, the crossbow quickly following it. Next, her boots are kicked off before she sheds her belt and lets it drop to the floor before she, with an irate glance in your direction, stops altogether.

Up to this point your mind has been working on overtime just to understand the situation. Qora has never been this undressed with you before and you realise the implications of such a thought. Still, she told you on know uncertain terms that she would probably never sleep with you, even if she did say she loved you daily. You still don’t know why that’s the case, but you figured she’d tell you if she ever felt ready. Now, you’re not so sure.

After a moment, she sighs and slips from her coat, letting it drop to the floor before approaching you with an irritated twitch of her eye. When Qora plops into your lap with all the grace of a newborn deer, you can’t help but protest, staring at her wide-eyed as she only appears to be getting more and more frustrated with you.

“Oh, for the love of—” She hisses, raking a hand through her hair before she begins to work at the lace keeping her inside her clothing, “Do you want me to fuck you or not?” You feel like you’re not hearing her properly, blinking in surprise at the statement from your girlfriend’s lips. Did… she say that? With the expectant stare she turns your way you have to believe she did. And yet.

“Are you sure?” You splutter, reaching out to take a hand as Qora gracelessly slips from her shirt and then her underclothes. She seems utterly nonplussed by her exposure, her brows furrowing as she slaps your hand away to start working at your own clothing. It’s not that you don’t want her, you do—very much so—but… “But you said—”

“I know what I said,” Qora sighs, her tone softening along with her expression. Her fingers have stopped where they are, at the belt around your hips. Her one brown eye peers at you as if searching for something and all you can do is take her in. You don’t think you’ve ever seen her naked by any sense of the word; there are scars on her body you never realised she had. Underneath all that clothing, you supposed you never really thought about what she would look like; how she would feel under your hands. Clenching her jaw, Qora repeats herself, “I know what I said. But things change.”

You suppose they do.

There is some hesitation before Qora asks, quietly, “Do you want this?” You realise she never thought to ask, so stalwart with her decision she was that it seemed natural just to get it over with. The thought is cause for concern, but you nod.

“Do you?”

When Qora hesitates some more, you find yourself trying to find some semblance of an idea of what she thinks, but her gaze simply seems confused. Was she seriously only thinking of you in this instant? As flattering as that is, you’re not sure how you feel about Qora not thinking of herself. After a long moment, she nibbles at her bottom lip, “Only… Only if you don’t touch me back. I mean—you can touch me but I don’t want you to touch me.” You think you get the idea.

With a soft sigh, Qora tugs at your belt and feverishly attempts to rip you out of your clothing, leaving you naked on the bed with the woman in question straddling your waist. She doesn’t appear to be taking her slacks off, so you elect not to mention it. She seems to just stare at you for a moment, taking you in as she inspects you with barely restrained interest. Finally, after what feels an eternity, she unfastens the eyepatch and throws it to the side, exposing the mangled skin underneath where once a matching brown eye sat. Were it in any other situation, you might have been startled, but as it is you can’t find yourself caring. Despite all the damage done to Qora’s body, it’s still Qora.

Before you can reach out to cup her cheeks in your hands, she slaps them away to instead press forward into a kiss. Her lips taste bitter, like those berries you shared on one of your hunting trips, but it isn’t wholly unpleasant. There’s a pressure to her kisses, a forcefulness as she pries your lips apart to slide her tongue against your own. Her hands are just as eager, exploring your body as if they’ve never touched another woman in their life. Qora’s scent of sweat and grass is intoxicating, as her fingers glide over your chest, press against your stomach, before finally finding their place at your groin, caressing over your sensitive skin before plunging into your heat with an eagerness you haven’t come to expect from the woman.

It draws a startled groan past your lips, happily letting her do the work as you plant your palms against Qora’s naked back. She’s all muscle under your hands, her breaths hitching against your ear as she soaks up the sounds she manages to wring out of you. You feel hot, incredibly hot, as her body moves against your own, trapping you between herself and the bed as she slips a second finger past your walls and shifts one of your legs out of her way. When you scrunch your eyes shut with a sigh of ecstasy you only have to open them again when you feel a sharp pain rush through your leg. Qora bit you, a pout on her lips before she continues to suck on the sensitive skin of your thigh. When she unlatches from you, she’s left a mark there, her eyes holding your gaze for a moment.

“Don’t look away,” Qora murmurs breathlessly, her pupil dilated and cheeks flushed in a way you don’t think you’ve ever seen. And you don’t, unable to look away from this woman even as she does so herself, however, returning dutifully to her ministrations as her skilful fingers stroke and caress your sensitive insides. Surely, she’s done this before, you find yourself thinking, but it’s not a thought you choose to dwell on. You can’t, because at this rate she’s bringing you closer and closer with each movement of her hand and you don’t think you’ll ever really care all that much anyway.

You don’t think you can hold on for much longer, your feeble attempts at being quiet quickly dissolved as you focus on Qora and only Qora. From the cocky little grin that forms on her face when you look at her again, you can tell she knows it. Just when she’s about to push you straight over the edge, your heart jumps straight into your throat as you hear a knock on her bedroom door. All movements cease, and suddenly you’re acutely aware of how close Qora is and how hard you’ve been breathing. Her face twists into an irritated snarl as she looks towards the door, willing whoever’s behind it to go away. When there’s another knock, however, you both let out a sigh as Qora pulls out of you and wipes her hand off on her slacks. You’re quick to wrap her blanket around your shoulders, curling up and allowing it to cover you. Qora, however, simply puts on her eyepatch and slips back into her coat, buttoning it until it only just covers her enough. The message she intends to send is clear; you’ve been interrupted.

“What?” Qora hisses as she opens up the door, Zora immediately trotting in as if he owns the place. The large cat jumps up on the bed and headbutts you gently before plopping down quite comfortably beside you. With a sigh, you resign yourself to spending the night with a cat between you, but you’ll just have to deal with it.

From your spot on the bed, you’re quite irritated to see Emil standing at the door, blinking in disbelief as he stares between you and Qora. After a long moment of wrestling his shocked, and somewhat saddened, expression into something resembling neutrality, dragging his gaze back to the woman at the door with a distracted sort of sigh. In one of his hands there’s a bottle of wine.

Poor lad.

“I… I was just… Zora was out here so I thought…” Emil is fumbling for his words, cheeks bright red as he looks down at his feet. “Never mind. I’m sure you’re busy. I… have to go.” And with that, he’s off, departing as quickly as possible. You can’t help but feel a bit sorry for the boy; you’re not sure what about Qora got him so smitten but you suppose you’re not much different from him. It’s a sobering thought, but one that’s interrupted when Qora slams the door closed and plops down tiredly onto the bed. She turns to Zora, gingerly stroking through his pelt for a moment before shaking her head.

“I know I should tell him to stop but…” Qora sighs, tugging at her sleeves as she looks at you, “But he’s just a kid. I thought he’d grow out of it. Especially after…” Hardening her expression, Qora shakes her head and sheds her coat again, dropping it to the floor before burying her head into the pillow closest to the wall. Zora curls up beside her, resting his cheek between her shoulder blades and tucking his paws up underneath the rest of his body. “Sleep now. It’s late and I’m taking you hunting in the morning. Someplace where we can actually have some privacy.”

Qora’s short is here. I really needed a bit of a break today so I decided to spend it finishing this up. Qora is a little different here than how she’ll appear in the actual thing but people change and so did she.