<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/6a/ONB_-_Wyatt_-_Andrea.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:  Andrea Follete (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=266077.msg13135651#msg13135651)</strong><br/><br/><strong>COURTESAN</strong><br/><br/><strong>Situation:</strong>Claimed by Avicia<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Avicia<br/><br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong><em>None</em><br/><br/>Avicia’s beauty was so quiet and still, touching Andrea, hand holding hand, her finest offering made, waiting to be accepted.  Andrea hungered, no, more truly thirsted for the woman’s touch, her taste, most of all, for her affections.  A Courtesan was a Courtesan, but a One Night Bride, that was something that could and should be so much more.  Yes, she was a woman who gave and took pleasure from others, and indeed a heft y price of some kind was usually required to participate in that sharing of pleasures, but the Bride, to be a Bride, that is where Madame Celeste’s brilliance outshone all others.  Semele was an incredible creature, an unknowable one like Celeste herself, in that regard at least.  But the brothel Semele owned, though filled with gorgeous, exotic and talented performers to match or exceed any other, it still merely offered Courtesans and the like, drink and flesh, the best money could buy.  This was more, and Andrea trembled, barely within notice, but she trembled because of it.<br/><br/>An innocent beauty like Avicia, would not find in any other House that which she was finding here.  Her innately and deliciously sinful nature, a nature all possessed and too few reveled in as fully as they should, Andrea could bring out of her, as could any Courtesan, but far too many would ruin her in the process.  A Bride was never innocent, but never entirely sinful.  The achingly powerful way in which Avicia drew herself closer to Andrea, and Andrea to her, the pressing of her amply soft and erotic curves to Andrea’s long and arching frame that melted into that of the woman claiming her, it was Avicia becoming more, not less.  The touch of their lips melded across the spectrum from soft and glorious in its gentleness, to deeper and deeper, each learning and knowing what it meant, how it felt to kiss the other.  Their tongue met and mouths contorted together in a manner both beautiful and wantonly sensuous, the line that had separated them the bonds that had held Avicia to a place so deeply within her own self had been erased, and Andrea’s free hand curled around her lover, the lover who had just claimed Andrea as her Bride, slipping long and powerfully elegant fingers up and into Avicia’s thick golden mane as their tongues, lips, the everything of their mouths made love one top the other and the women curled around each other, pressing the space between them to nothingness and opening a thousand doors to the future, as one heavy and difficult door to the past was closed, and more importantly, left in the past.<br/><br/>The kiss lasted and lasted, Andrea grasped at Avicia’s hair, not pulling it, but holding it at times and pulsing with small reaches and combing motions through it as they both relaxed into the luxurious beauty of the kiss, one that awoke every part of their bodies to possibilities, wants, delicious hungers, until at last the kiss and the ten or so small kisses that followed like aftershocks, tender and desperate in so many ways, finally broke and parted, with Andrea’s still tingling lips curling into a girlishly lovely and stunningly glowing smile.<br/><br/>“I am your Bride, Avicia, I love being claimed by you.  Alone, with me, please?” she asked in a breathy plea.  When Avicia was willing and able, Andrea took her hand that was still held in Andrea’s, rose and drew Avicia to her feet and another kiss upon that hand and wrist as she stood and began to move with Andrea.  Their steps were smooth and easy, walking on air must be indeed feel like they did then, coming to a door with a singular ruby used to open the door and then to sequester their private times within.  Nodding to the gem, Andrea asked again, for she was the Bride and Avicia had claimed her,<br/><br/>“Yours to lead, my Lady, my pleasure to be entirely yours.”<br/><br/><br/>===To the Ruby Room===>>   https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=267498.0