Lesbian Lust in Fantasyland: Horny Halfling: Serving the Elven Queen (Lesbian Femdom)
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Renowned halfling adventurer Miranda Locksley is famous for her heroic deeds, and now she's been called to help free the elves' forest from the grip of a supernatural winter. To do so, Miranda must bring joy back to a broken-hearted elven queen. Miranda expects to entertain with stories and conversation, but she quickly finds that she must rely on her more scandalous, carnal skills... More
Renowned halfling adventurer Miranda Locksley is famous for her heroic deeds, and now she's been called to help free the elves' forest from the grip of a supernatural winter. To do so, Miranda must bring joy back to a broken-hearted elven queen. Miranda expects to entertain with stories and conversation, but she quickly finds that she must rely on her more scandalous, carnal skills...
This is a short story tells the tale of a scandalous, lesbian affair between royalty and a common adventurer. It's a stand-alone story full of wonderful erotic content, but features a recurring main character with the other entries in this series!
This story contains graphic descriptions of sexual acts, including oral sex, public sex, breast-worship, pussy-worship, fisting, and elements of light bondage/domination. Approx. 6000 words. Intended for adults only.
"Miss Locksley, hm? Interesting. Come. Sit."
The command in the Queen's voice was evident. Those few, sharp words were all it took to put lightning in Miranda's spine and a warmth in her thighs. And Miranda obeyed. She hopped up onto the lounging sofa and drew her legs up to cross in front of her. Her head could rest on the back cushion and she had to look up to see the Queen's face.
"I imagined you to be taller. And I didn't picture you being so bookish. But your glasses are very charming."
"Thank you, your highness."
Miranda let her eyes glance over her hostess's body as she bowed her head to accept the compliment. The Queen wore only a sheer white nightgown, barely visible against her pale skin. Large, round breasts rested on the Queen's chest, eye-level with Miranda. The elf's bare pink nipples were hard against the cold, and surrounded by small, bumpy areolas. Her smooth thighs were crossed, but a tiny sprig of black pubic hair could be seen between them, just barely exposed.
"I must confess I thought you might have been imaginary. Please, come closer."
The Queen patted the small amount of space between them. Miranda obeyed, and tried to keep her face from betraying her confusion and excitement. Her heart rushed into her throat and the warmth in her thighs grew, despite the cold.
The Queen brushed long, delicate fingers through Miranda's hair, just above her ear. The touch sent a wave of tingles down the back of her neck and into her shoulders. Her breath caught in her throat.
"Such a beautiful shade of red, but your hair is cut like a boy's. Is that in fashion elsewhere?"
Miranda's shallow breaths made her response barely audible. Her cheeks flushed from more than the cold, and her toes curled in her boots as the Queen continued to stroke her hair.
"It's... It's mostly practical."
"Of course, Madame Adventurer. Of course."
The Queen's voice grew lower and warmer. Her hand moved to rest over Miranda's neck, and fingers slid under the hem of her shirt. They curled around her shoulder and throat. They were warm and silky, and their tips rested over the pulse in Miranda's neck. Miranda swallowed, and then the Queen pulled her tight against her warm body, cheek resting against full, soft breast.
"Tell me, Madame Adventurer, what has my daughter asked of you?"