Sapphic Voices Erotica

The Fallen - Reunion

This Story is rated 'Adults Only' for its sexual content.

She stepped lightly across to the mirror. Blond wavy shoulder length hair framed a pale face; blue eyes stared back at the body before them. Laughing she smiled flashing perfect teeth and returned once more to the window, the fingers of her right hand playing lazily with the top of lace briefs as she admired the view. White tile, cool and clean surrounded her. A vase filled with lilies rested on a marble vanity against one wall, their perfume filtering subtly through the air. A deep bath sat in front of a large picture window, at which she now stood, overlooking the steep decent to the sea below.

>From within the depths of the house came muffled sounds, someone was home. Quickly she locked the door removing the tapered key, shrinking into the corner next to vanity and resting tensely against it, skin prickling. Footsteps echoed softly from beyond ‘I know you are here; you left the gates wide open.’ They came closer stopping just outside the room. ‘Are you hiding?’ the voice questioned, a slight laugh following. Slowly the handle turned reached its zenith and stopped. ‘I see, well it shouldn’t take me long to get inside my own bathroom, you’re not making this challenging enough.’

Where was she? Searching her memory she found no answer. After a few seconds the lock began to move as it was manipulated from the other side. Sliding quietly across she rested her hands on the metal towel rack fastened to the tile and ripped it from the wall jamming one end against the door and the other into the side of the bath making the lock obsolete.

The movement stopped and she bent down to peer cautiously through the keyhole. Beyond stood a woman dressed in a light, short, tan skirt, heels and white shirt, her blond hair tied back loosely in a bronze clasp. Her face, turned in thought to the room beyond, suddenly swept back to the door; the expression upon it a look of pure unadulterated determination, ice calm and raging lust froze the breath in her chest.

Quickly standing back she moved to sit lightly on the baths edge as the other spoke again. ‘I didn’t think you would come back, I thought you might have run away but then I realised, you don’t even remember coming here…do you?’ The voice was soft and clear. Shivers tracked their way up her spine. She steadied herself feeling the cool surface of the glazed bath beneath her. Tingling electricity crept up from the pit of her stomach and swept up to her cheeks making them burn. Images raced through her mind – steel – pain – intense pleasure and that face – that beautiful face, she shuddered. ‘Yet here you are once more. Do you have any idea what it is that you do to me?’ Cloth whispered against the hard surface on the other side. ‘Let me in.’

Automatically she rose lost in thought and trembling, slowly grasped the metal frame of the towel rack and dislodged it, stepping forward to take hold of the ceramic handle in front of her. Like a sirens call the voice echoed in her mind sending bolts of liquid fire burning through her body. The door slowly opened before her. ‘Good’ She heard a quick intake of breath as it swung wide revealing her. ‘Very good, you never fail to surprise me Sofiel; a rare quality.’ She trembled at her name - yes it was her name. ‘You have no need to be afraid, you are safe here with me.’

The woman gently took her hand pausing a moment before leading them out into the middle of a cream carpeted room dotted with antiques. This opened into a large terrace that overlooked sand coloured cliffs and towering mountains beyond a bay where the sun shone brightly. Stepping lightly onto the paved floor she heard them first, the cries of gulls, taking advantage of the light breeze that played around the headland of the estate, gliding effortlessly.

They walked to a large daybed that stood in the dappled shade of a potted fig and the other bade her sit down. She too then reclined crossing long tan legs beside Sofiel and facing her with just a hint of a smile playing across her lips. Sofiel glanced back from the gulls to her host taking in the warmth of the sun and the salty dry tang of the ocean air in one deep glorious breath. She closed her eyes and listened to the rolling waves at the cliffs base, why had she been so afraid?

Opening her eyes she was once again struck by the beauty of the woman before her whose charming smile had now affected the barest hint of predation. That look found an answer within her own body as she returned it openly, curious. Desire was not something that she could hide easily and Sofiel had every intention of giving herself completely to it – she was just not sure why. She was not even sure how, but every hair on her body had suddenly become sensitive, each breath harder to take as she lost herself in that powerful gaze. ‘What is your name?’ The others smile faltered as she struggled to speak suddenly looking away. ‘Miriam – my name is Miriam.’

The words were said pleasantly enough yet to Sofiel the sorrow behind them was disturbingly palpable. ‘And, who am I? Miriam.’ She reached across to gently caress the others cheek.’ You are a miracle.’

Miriam knew she should not react but was unable to stop herself. Leaning towards her their breath intermingling she caressed the base of Sofiel’s neck.
The powers they had once contained remained dormant unless released by the right trigger, one that she had been searching for and was now close to possessing. Miriam would do anything to restore her strength to its former glory even though she currently held the majority of this small Empire in her hand. There were still some she knew that were pitted against her. Sofiel was the key. She was in a word – irresistible. There would be none that would turn against the blue-eyed angel; such was her charm, her innate beauty and goodness. Where Miriam was strong and determined and devastating beautiful, Sofiel was pure innocence and pure desire. This was why they had found each other all those millennia ago. The two souls so closely resembled one another yet were fundamentally different in their strengths, they always returned to one another, no matter how many endeavoured to separate them for their own gain.

Their lips met slowly at first, awakening a roaring need in Sofiel as her body reeled from the sensations of the contact. Miriam’s tongue was soft and warm against her own causing a feeling in her akin to falling. Dropping her hands to Sofiel’s waist Miriam caressed the smooth taught skin causing shivers of surprise and joy. A longing was building; flesh ached, the kiss became a rough game of pure need. Miriam pushed her back against the softness of the day bed staring at the woman in font of her wearing nothing but white lace. She was glorious; she was what the people of this world called, an Angel – a being from another realm, only she had forgotten.

What had been between them was somehow tangible to Sofiel she could tell yet the details had been hidden during the cruel passage of the awakening. Lapses such as this were common even after the first contact had been made. Now in this lower reality Miriam was unsure how long she could wait until the memory of what they once shared returned to her lover. Her every sense was attuned to the beauty before her. It was dizzying to see Sofiel in human form and her passion for the being that had once shared existence with her was boundless in both its devotion and expression. Her desire to posses Sofiel was now close to overpowering, yet she waited for some unspoken word. In answer Sofiel leant forward reaching up to gently unclasp Miriam’s hair, which fell in golden waves around her shoulders. Gently touching the cotton of Miriam’s shirt, her eyes slid upwards to meet the molten fire of the others stare. When Miriam did not respond she continued slowly unbuttoning the delicate cloth to reveal the lightly tanned skin beneath noticing the rise and fall of the woman’s chest as her breath quickened.

Miriam felt the cool ocean breeze caress her skin but could not tear her eyes away from the sight of the blond rising to stand, whose hands were now tracing shivering lines of fire along her waist. Sofiel bringing her mouth closer so that they were almost touching drank in the scent of the one she held, before finally tasting the flesh of Miriam’s neck and breathing out a faint and desperate plea. Giving in to her desire Miriam pushed her back onto the day bed covering her in a series of kisses, her hands roaming the surface of Sofiel’s firm body, slipping lower, finding the delicate place they desired and the liquid heat contained there. She moaned as she traced over it lightly with her fingertips, her mouth caressing Sofiel’s breast still covered by white lace closed, biting gently, making her body arch. Deftly unhooking the offending garment Miriam took in the pleasure of the supple flesh beneath. Her right hand slipped under briefs as she brought her gaze up to meet Sofiel’s sensing her hesitation and wanting to capture the very moment in this one point of time.

Sofiel’s eyes were deep pools of blackness surrounded by clear blue, they widened briefly upon feeling Miriam enter her. A sharp in take of breath and they closed again as the other moved within her, hands clenched pulling the covers of the day bed away with them before rising to search desperately for the body above. Miriam lowered herself kissing Sofiel’s mouth, her tongue matching the actions of her fingers, filling and withdrawing in a pattern of ecstasy, driving her lover to new heights. She could taste the salt of her skin, feel the silky, satin warmth of her body as it arched and writhed to her touch. This pleased her and the more she thought about it the more she wanted to possess this new form – wanted the connection, complete and unabashed.

It was a miracle in itself that Sofiel had remained as yet untouched. Not due to her lack of self-defense, which was formidable, but due to her unfathomable trust in others. Her frustrating and untenable lack of suspicion left her vulnerable to manipulation, especially from the most dangerous of all, the remaining fallen; this had happened before. Miriam still had the scars of battle left by her lover who was as deadly as she was irresistible when she wanted to be, yet as trusting a new born each time she crossed over. In comparison Miriam had developed an uncanny ability to sense the truth behind any being, battle weary and powerful she was a force to be reckoned with. Yet it was pure chance that she had sensed Sofiel’s appearance and managed to find her before the others had, it had not always been the case. It was also not always easy, Sofiel was precocious in her desires and whimsy led her in many directions.

It was for this and so many other reasons that she opened herself to this woman now, revealing her innermost thoughts, her undying love, her total vulnerability such as it was before the goddess beneath her; who feeling the truth of her lover’s passion responded in kind. Stopping to open her eyes Sofiel paused drawing in the very essence that was Miriam, her blurred focus stilled into the image of the face above, a strange sensation of belonging overwhelming her.

‘This has happened before.’

‘Yes, it has.’

Lowering her body Miriam traced the length of Sofiel’s sleek form reclining down to taste the deepest part of her. The soft flesh an infinitely precious delicacy. Sofiel’s cry cut through the air against the calls of the gulls with its intensity as Miriam pressed into her. Shaking she collapsed into the cushions of the day bed, a fine sheen of sweat coating her body, her breath coming in short gasps as she struggled to restrain tears that for some reason threatened to engulf her. Gathering the woman in her arms Miriam placed several gentle kisses on her face before resting beside her.

Sofiel regaining her breath looked up at the blue sky and across to the peaks and troughs of the sand stone cliffs her gaze drifting lazily, the warm salty air caressing her. She rose the afternoon light playing across her perfect form as she walked to the stone bench in front of them and reached uncannily under it to retrieve two glasses and a chilled bottle of wine that theoretically she should not have known were there. She was like that; Miriam smiled remembering the many times she had been surprised by such a gesture. People were an enigma to Sofiel, however her environment was something easily mastered. You could be sure that wherever Sofiel was she knew exactly what was there with her and easily took advantage of it, another of her gifts; another reason for the other fallen to covet her.

Pouring them both a glass she handed one to Miriam before returning the bottle to the bench top and seating herself again. Taking a sip she leant over once more kissing Miriam. Placing her glass on a table next to them Miriam responded as Sofiel with a demonic look in her eyes quite deliberately poured her entire glass of wine over the woman’s chest, tearing the shirt from her body as she straddled her, making short work of the skirt she still wore which she ripped aside as she pressed Miriam down on to the bed and began to lap at the disappearing rivulets of gold running over her skin. Gasping Miriam attempted to move and was cast roughly back onto the day bed. Grabbing the remains of the skirt Sofiel pinned her arms above her head and tied them, gently biting the flesh on Miriam’s shoulders, breasts, and stomach. She began the journey down her body to the innermost part of her she so desperately wanted to taste. Wrapping her arms around the woman’s thighs her fingers fluttering over the tight stomach she began to gently kiss the sweetness there between Miriam’s legs.

As always she had the sense of freedom, the feeling of flying that accompanied her on these journeys of sensual ecstasy. Although she could not remember clearly having been in this situation before it was as natural and as familiar to her as the breath filling her lungs; a kind of spiritual release, wild and empowering. She did not know the meaning of the words regret, inhibition, shame or control. Freedom, abandon, passion, lust, anger, violence – these she knew of, distant memories from a shadowed past. Innocent she may be however she was also dangerous. Purity ran through her veins, pure passion, pure rage, pure love. She would do anything to protect those who warranted her affections just as she would to kill those who deserved death. For her it was as easy and as rewarding to watch the sun set, as it was to mortally wound the body of an opponent in battle. That was the beauty of Sofiel. Right now all her focus was concentrated on the bronzed woman beneath her that cried out in ecstasy.

Placing her fingers just outside the entrance to Miriam’s body she circled feeling the slippery wetness there before plunging her fingers inside, again and again. Miriam came with an intensity that had she had waited an eternity to feel, an intensity that only Sofiel had been able to conjure within her. As soon as it was over she knew she must have more and slipping free of the loose bonds quickly grabbed her lover, pushing her into the shadows and pressing her hard against the rough stone surface of the building, she slipped into the slim body from behind releasing a cry of wild exaltation. Often they had loved like this – one dominating the other in a manner of their choosing.

Sofiel felt the cool firm press of the stone against her chest, the rough passage of fingers inside of her made her clench tightly and she was pushed harder into the surface of the white washed wall, Miriam’s body pinning her against it. She reveled in the feeling knowing at any time she could turn and free herself but wanting the possession all the more. Wanting the loss of control. Miriam panted, her mouth against the back of Sofiel’s neck, unable to hold the emotions within her that threatened to consume them both. Sofiel releasing all barriers gave herself completely begging for a release that finally came crashing over her in waves. Supporting her with her knee Miriam stopped moving and gently stroked a trail up Sofiel’s spine as the woman regained her breath. Once she had calmed she casually picked up her lover and carried her back to the day bed in one easy movement. Like Sofiel she was undeniably powerful, a fact belied by her delicate appearance.

A dangerous light was in her eyes yet sitting down on the bed she gently caressed the beautiful face before her turned and reaching for her still full glass of wine offered it to her lover. Sofiel accepted taking a large draft and enjoying the feeling as it rushed down her throat and settled in the pit of her stomach with a warm mellowing sensation. Passing the glass back she shivered once as the breeze touched her, laying back on the bed to let the sunlight play over her smooth skin in a pattern of dappled hues. In the distance the gulls cried, circling. She looked over as Miriam lay back reclining easily. ‘Strange that I was frightened of you before…’ she murmured.’ I had forgotten…I think, that I love you,’ a glimmer of confusion flickered across her features. ‘Yes, you had forgotten.’

Green eyes surveyed the woman before her carefully, the reawakening could begin again, it would take some time but eventually Sofiel would be able to recall her former past, including the bonds they had shared together. She stood ‘We should go inside.’ Smiling up at her Sofiel grasped the proffered hand delicately allowing herself to be lead into the open rooms beyond. This time she was not afraid.

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