Tin Man, DG/Azkadellia, redemption (1/2)
There were so many lives Azkadella had destroyed during her reign of terror. Hundreds, no, thousands of people she had killed or had sentenced to be killed. Unspeakable torture she done to so many lives that it was impossible to place a number on them. She had even imprisoned her own mother. Even worst then any of those or any of her other past crimes she had performed while in the witch's control was the murder of her own sister. It was her first dark deed and the one that permanently tainted her hands with blood. Free of the witch's control, the memory of taking her sister's life haunted her like a ghost.
DG was forgiving though. She had chosen to do whatever she could to save her without killing her. Anyone else would have been happy to kill Azkadella, but not DG. She was a beautiful person, heart and soul. It made the guilt all the more worst for Azkadella. She didn't have a clue where to even begin to ask her sister for forgiveness. Granted, DG never asked for any, nor did she seem as if she wanted it. Still, Azkadella she needed to redeem herself.
So when DG came to her one night, seeking comfort after a bad dream, Azkadella welcomed her sister into her bed. However, she hadn't expected what transpired afterward. When her sister hugged her tightly, burying her face into Azkadella's shoulder, it made the older woman feel - unusual. Hugging her sister back, the feeling increased. It was DG's lips on her throat that startled her as a soft moan escaped her own lips. She could feel her sister melt deeper into her embrace, encouraged by the sound. The lips kissed and suckled lightly at her throat forcing her head back to allow better access. The hands that were encircled around her midsection moved against her clothes, exploring her body with a soft hesitation. DG kissed her sister's chin and looked sadly into Azkadella's eyes, all questioning, confused, and wanton.
It dawned on the older princess then that this was her chance for redemption. If her sister desired a release of sorts and was willingly turning to her for it, then Azkadella would never have a better opportunity for redeeming herself to her sister. With a heavy heart, Azkadella leaned forward and kissed her sister's lips. It was an unspoken confirmation that this would be okay and DG took advantage of it. Her mouth was hungry, tongue probing eagerly and her hands were quick, caressing and pulling clothes away. Azkadella allowed her sister to remove her clothing one piece at a time until she was naked with only her loose hair to cover her. DG straddled her lap, her nightgown hiking up so Azkadella could feel the heat emanating from between her legs.
Neither speaks as Azkadella rests her hands on her sister's hips, moving the nightgown higher and shuddering slightly as DG nibbled on her lips. Her hands slipped back to grab DG's exposed butt, making her sister giggle childishly. A soft hand came to rest on one of Azkadella's hands and moved it down her thigh. Together, the hands traveled the length of smooth skin before sliding around and traveling back upward. When the older woman's hand feels the wetness of her sister's mound, she moans as DG's eyes close. Kissing the younger woman's neck, Azkadella slips a finger in her sister, watching her bite her lip in response. Another finger joins the first, feeling how tight she is, before slipping a third into her. DG cried out as the fingers move in and out of her, her hands cuppied the older woman's breasts in response.