Winter is Coming: Complete Series: An Epic Tale of Love, Lust, Jealousy & Betrayal

by Piquette Fontaine

  She managed to forget about it for the time being, straightening up in her seat as the two of them finished hammering out the details of their agreement. They seemed to be on good terms with everything for a brief and hopeful moment, but then something in Cissor's expression changed, making her seem uncertain in some capacity.

  “What's the matter?” asked Winter, worried that the fragile compromise they'd reached might have hit a snag.

  “Oh it's... It's nothing,” said Cissor, and Winter could tell there was something, perhaps sinister, going on beneath the surface.

  “Come on,” said Winter, growing impatient.

  “It's just that... This solution... It could just be a temporary one. There's nothing, really, holding each of us to our word, and at the slightest sign of disagreement our kingdoms could be at strife with one another once again.”

  “I suppose...” said Winter, not entirely sure she knew where this was going.

  “There's really only one way to make sure that this bond between us is secure. The only way peace is ever really able to abide in a land for long.” At this, she slowly lifted a hand up, and placed it on Winter's sending goosebumps erupting along her spine. Now she knew exactly where this was going, though she didn't have a clue how she felt about it. “Marriage...” she said, almost mouthing the word, and Winter swallowed hard.

  “I see...” she said, stunned. Had she wanted to, she could have thrown in this woman's face the fact that marriage had hardly prevented her from stealing away the love of her two husbands, but in that moment she was more piqued than annoyed. “But I... I've never been, you know... With a woman... I'm... I'm really not sure whether it would be for me...”

  “But have you ever thought about it?” asked Cissor, and her fingers began to creep gently across Winter's flesh, tracing out light patterns, making her burn all over with a suddenly uncontrollable urge for this woman. She'd thought about it, vaguely, almost as a sort of bucket list item, something she might like to experience, but didn't know whether she cared to indulge on a regular basis. But never before had she considered to the intense degree she now did, as she peered into this vixen's piercing green eyes, and felt her resolve crumbling away.

  “I don't know...” Winter shrugged, her heart beating harder and faster by the second.

  Cissor peered deep into her eyes, and gently lifted the hand from her own, and placed it now, instead, on the side of her face. “It can't hurt to give it a try, can it? Just think how much it would benefit our people... And if we don't like it, well... We're the only ones that would know about it, and we wouldn't have to go through with anything...”

  Winter stared, and stared, anxiety welling up in her chest. She almost, almost pulled away from her in that moment, stormed out indignantly, and told her to go to hell.

  But she didn't.

  Instead, she leaned in slowly to the face that was inches away from her own, and inhaled Cissor's warm breath, felt the soft touch of her skin against her own. They kissed gently, lips melting together, and Winter could feel her head growing light, the strangeness of it overtaken by the incredible sweetness.

  It wasn't at all like kissing a man...

  She let her mouth remain firmly on Cissor's for several drawn out seconds before pulling away, then the two of them pulled apart, breathing deep. Cissor smiled at her, making her blush. “See?” she said. “That wasn't so bad, was it?”

  Winter didn't answer her, but reached up and touched the side of Cissor's face, leaning quickly back into her, and kissing her again. And again. And again. The two of them began to whimper slightly as the flesh of their mouths melted together, their lipstick smudging against one another, and the burning need they both felt suddenly getting stronger and stronger by the moment. Cissor pushed her tongue into Winter's mouth, sliding it around the insides of her cheeks, and the two of them poured their saliva from mouth to mouth and back again, separating at last as several long bands of saliva dripped from between their mouths.

  They smiled, and Cissor led her over to the bed by the hand.

  Winter was on her back, and in a moment Cissor was lying on top of her like a blanket, the two of them dissolving into one. Their legs entwined, and their loins seemed to burn through the fabric of their clothes into one another as they continued to kiss, Cissor taking Winter's hands and holding them up over her head, their fingers curling together.

  Winter's head began to spin with disbelieve, not having planned for or expected such an encounter at all, but unable to imagine how she might have gone on without it now that it was here. She gasped with pleasure as Cissor brought her hands up to her breasts and began to caress them, kneading up the flesh through the front of her dress, then running her palms down along the front of her body, getting her so wet with desire that she could hardly stand it.

  They began to clumsily undress one another, giggling on the surface of the bed as they tried to peel out of their dresses. First Cissor, pulling the fabric from Winter's milky white flesh until she wore nothing but her lingerie, and then Cissor shedding her own dress like a snake sheds its skin. She straddled Winter with her legs around the beautiful girl's midriff, grinding playfully up against her through the lace of her panties. Winter couldn't help but smile up at her, biting her lower lip, and Cissor bent down and kissed her, long, slow, and deep.

  They kissed several times more, and Winter gasped as Cissor's mouth moved from her lips to the side of her face, to her neck. Then she slid the straps of Winter's bra down along her shoulders and peeled away the cups from her body, tossing the entire thing to the floor. Winter moaned with delight as Cissor's palms pressed warm and firm against her bare breasts, squeezing them hard, digging the nails in, then gently pushing them forward, and kneading up the flesh in earnest.

  “Oh yes... Yes... Yes...” Winter intoned, and then Cissor bowed forward, moving back and forth and taking each of the pale, delicious nipples into her mouth. The pleasure was unbearable as the queen suckled on her, her pelvis continuing to grind against Winter's thigh for stimulation as her breasts glowed steadily with sensations. She sank her teeth into her, pulling the nipples taut, and then releasing them, the effect, after so long, a positively dizzying one.

  Winter was shaking all over when at last Cissor pulled away from her chest, smiling down at her. The Queen brought her own hands up to her breasts and pressed them through the cups of her bra, pushing them around, squeezing them tantalizingly together, so that gradually the straps slid down along her arms, and Winter found herself sitting up, wanting badly to see what lay beneath.

  “God, you're a dirty girl,” said Cissor, but nonetheless obliged Winter her wishes, stripping out of the bra, and revealing to the burgeoning lesbian her immaculate, delectable breasts. She pressed them around against her chest a few times, emphasizing the cleavage, then reached down and scooped Winter up toward her, inviting her to suckle upon her as she'd just done. Winter closed her eyes as she smothered herself in Cissor's bosom, inhaling her, and obediently lapping up her prefect nipples, smiling as she bit down on them, and living the woman's delightful laugh as she played with her gorgeous body.

  After a while of this, Cissor teasingly pushed Winter away, shoving her lightly back down onto the surface of the bed. She pulled her weight away from the girl and reached to slide out of her panties, peeling them off of her body, and angling her legs in such a way that Winter was ever so slightly denied a view of her tantalizing femininity. Cissor grinned at her, but then let up, twisting her naked body around and bending over Winter, her cheeks spreading wide in her face, and the princess' view, in that moment, an absolutely perfect one.

  Cissor looked back over her shoulder seductively at Winter, rubbing her beautiful pink vagina a few times, and then gently bringing the wet fingers to her lips, tasting herself. She flashed a last toothy smile before turning back around, and focusing her attention now at the removal of Winter's panties. Winter bent her legs to aid in the removal, still staring into Cissor's aesthetically pleasing orifices
as she braced herself excited but nervous at the prospect of what was about to happen.

  Cissor brought a hand up reverently between Winter's quivering legs, and began to gently stroke the warm, wet flesh, letting it melt lovingly through her fingertips. The sensations, though light, caused Winter's spine to stiffen immediately, and forced her to take up balls of the sheets in her fists. She began to breathe deep, and slowly Cissor began to play with her pussy, rubbing it around, giggling at the slight sound of squelching beneath her fingers, her efforts growing more and more vigorous with each passing stroke.

  Once Winter seemed wet to Cissor's satisfaction she pulled her apart one final time, pressing her open with her fingers, and let her head fall down gently between her legs. Winter cried as Cissor's lips melted softly against those of her pussy, coming to a rest there for a moment before pulling away again, warm, wet, and delicious. Again she kissed her moist, beautiful vagina, and again, and again. She pushed her tongue into her, evoking another enthusiastic squeak of pleasure, and causing Winter's legs to grind along the surface of the bed, twitching in correspondence with the pangs of sensation.

  “Oh yes... Yes... Yes...” she cried, as Cissor began to lap steadily way at her, her head bobbing between her legs, her ass bouncing slightly in Winter's face with the rhythm of her movements. Even Dargon's oral skills had never compared to what Cissor was doing to her in that moment, and she closed he eyes, taking it in, shrieking with uncontrollable delight every so often, unable to stop herself. Cissor seemed to love tormenting her in this way, and every so often when Winter thought she could handle it the Queen would reach in again and began to press her fingers inside her, stimulating her clitoris, and causing her spine to arch up from the bed with pleasure.

  “Fuck... Fuck... Fuck!”

  During an especially trying round of this unbearable delight Winter reached up and seized the Queen's ass for support, claws digging into the flesh, so that when she opened her eyes again it was positioned directly in her face, looking too delightful to resist any longer.

  Carefully Winter leaned forward, took a hard swallow, and pressed her face between the Queen's cheeks. Cissor, not expecting this, jumped slightly, but didn't stop eating Winter for a second. Winter, meanwhile, began to tentatively kiss the lips of her cunt, gradually forcing herself further and further into it, finding that she rather savored the sweet, delectable flavor. Soon she was making out with her pussy in earnest, pushing her tongue into the queen, rolling it through the floral pink folds, and unable to decide which she enjoyed more- Cissor's stimulation of her own femininity, or being buried in this manner between her legs.

  Their tongues darted in and out of one another, sensations mounted, and before long Winter was shaking all over, her legs wrapping up around Cissor's bobbing head, practically crushing her in a vice like grip. The two women cried into one another's beautiful bodies, trembling from head to toe, and at the last moment Cissor pressed her fingers once more up against Winter’s clit, rubbing it hard, and setting her over the edge.

  And incredible, all consuming orgasm washed over Winter, her breath growing increasingly labored as she inhaled Cissor's delectable flesh, her vision flashing white, her knees practically crushing the Queen as she plummeted through the greatest heights of ecstasy.

  At last, when she thought she could stand no more the sensations began to ebb away, and gently she allowed her lips to dissolve from those of Cissor's pussy, her head slumping gently back down onto the surface of the bed. She released the Queen from the prison of her legs, and after a few more tongue kisses down there Cissor emerged, giggling, and moving back up to Winter, coming in close.

  They began to kiss, tasting one another on their lips, running their hands through one another's hair, squeezing each other's breasts, laughing and ecstatic at the perfection of what they'd just done.

  “Did you cum?” Winter asked through wheezing breath when at last they were separate again for a moment, hoping that her first girl on girl oral experience had been as fulfilling for the Queen as it had been for her.

  “You bet your ass,” said Cissor, and both laughed before diving right back into each other again. They rolled around on the surface of the bed, limbs tangling, flesh rubbing up against flesh, neither of them able to get enough of one another no matter how they tried. That, Winter realized in the back of her mind, was the difference from being in bed with a man. With a girl, it still wasn't over once it was over, even after pleasure of that magnitude had been exchanged. They could just keep on going and going, until at long last they'd tired out.

  They kissed, and caressed, and rubbed one another down vigorously, their sweaty bodies colliding and twisting, unable to get enough of one another. They opened their legs wide and pressed their womanhoods into one another, scissoring passionately, folding their thighs together and grinding, thrusting, crying as the stimulation sent them both racing headlong toward the same point of ecstasy that they'd just gotten through experiencing.

  Before either of them could make it there, however, Cissor pulled herself away and climbed up over Winter, mounting her like a man would missionary style. For all the smiling and giggling she'd been doing up to this point her expression was now an utterly serious one, a look of determination. She was a woman with a mission as she began to slowly thrust her body up against Winter from above, the lips of their pussies sliding against one another, kissing repeatedly, and the sensations, once more, beginning to mount.

  “Oh God... God... Yes... Yes... Yes...” Winter cried, as the Queen bounced up and down on top of her smashing her snatch against her own, her perfect breasts jiggling wildly, and Winter's own pooling back and forth along her chest with the intensity of her efforts. Winter tilted back her head and squinted, hard, getting lightheaded as she road out the sensations. When she opened them again Cissor was reaching between her legs and rubbing her clit as she fucked her, and Winter, imagining the delight she felt, did the same thing.

  The bed began to rock as the two of them smashed repeatedly into one another, their screams filling up the chamber and ringing loud in one another's ears, the burning need growing more and more urgent as the pleasure mounted, burning them both up inside, giving them no choice but to surrender.

  Harder, harder, harder, and suddenly their bodies began to glow again with sensation, filling them up to the brim, and causing their screams to grow louder than ever before. “Oh God... Oh God... Don't stop... Don't stop...” Winter cried, more enthusiastically than ever, but at just that moment there was no danger in the least of the Queen slowing down.

  Cissor came first, rubbing hard and deep up against Winter's body, nearly losing control of herself for the first time since the two of them had begun. She screamed, and shook, and nearly collapsed at the height of her pleasure, but didn't stop thrusting or fingering herself for a second. Winter thanked God for this, because the instant Cissor's screams died down she herself was being swept up by the same ecstasy, rubbing her clitoris like there was no tomorrow, her arm getting sore but the pleasure too great to resist. An orgasm unlike any she'd ever known raced through her body like a drug, and for a moment her lips formed into the shape of a perfectly round “O”.

  “Fuck... Fuck... Fuck... Fuck...”

  Then a curious, wholly unexpected, but absolutely arousing thing happened. Without warning, as her body burned with climax, she began to squirt wildly, for the first time in her life, all over Cissor's still grinding body. Winter gasped, eyes wide at this, but the wettening of Cissor's perfect flesh as spurt after spurt of liquid inundated her only got her hornier, and she kept cumming and cumming, seemingly with no end in sight.

  Then at last, when the two of them thought they could take it no more, the tremors of climax came to a gradual halt, and Cissor collapsed, panting, to the surface of the bed beside Winter. They just lay there for several seconds, staring up at the ceiling through the top of the canopy bed, when at last Cissor turned to her, smiling, and asked in a wheezing, tired voice, “Does that happen
often?”

  Winter shook her head, embarrassed at first, but she could tell Cissor had liked it, and instead smiled back to her. “First time in my life,” she said, with a tinge of pride in her voice.

  “Well then,” said Cissor, “It looks like I must have done something right.”

  They grinned hungrily at each other, and began to roll around again, as though wishing to follow up this most recent act in as promptly a manner as possible. They stopped short however, their naked bodies entwined once more with Winter's on top this time, pinning Cissor's arms to the bed, and looking down into her eyes.