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The Inquisitor's Ambassador
🕑 Added 2019-07-28 20:47:24 +0000 UTCInquisitor Anya Trevelyan is decidedly unsuited for diplomacy with discerning nobles, preferring exploring and adventuring in the wilds. With a mission to the Winter Palace necessary however, it falls to Josephine to make her lover ready for the spotlight.
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“Must you squirm so much?” Josephine scolded, setting her hand firmly down on top of the inquisitor’s scalp. “I’m almost done.” She picked the dainty silver scissors back up and continued to cut away at the unruly mop of black curls that sat over her lover’s head.
“I don’t see what’s wrong with my hair in the first place.” Anya muttered sullenly, wincing as the scissors danced over her brow, sending a shower of hairs down onto her bare chest.
“It may be fine when you’re stomping through the hinterlands and getting covered in mud, but we’re going to the winter palace.” Josephine sighed, “Any wrong move, anything out of place, it’ll reflect on the inquisition. You are to be under a microscope, my love, you cannot be seen with… sticks in your hair.”
“That’s an exaggeration.” Anya growled.
Josephine cleared her throat and dangled a small twig in front of her face.
Anya’s cheeks flushed and she nodded slowly. “Alright… you may have a point.”
“There are times, my darling, it is difficult to say why my heart chose you.” Josephine said wistfully, “We are so different in every way, it seems so strange… and yet.”
“It’s my dashing good looks, of course.” Anya grinned.
Josephine laughed softly. “There is that.” her grip on Anya’s head tightened, “Now stay still.”
“Of course, Lady Montilyet.”
“I like it when you call me that.”
“Which is why I do.”
“Oh? And what should I call you? Lady Trevelyan?”
“Maker, please don’t.” Anya laughed.
“You blush quite adorably whenever I call you ‘darling’, my love.” Josephine purred.
“I do not!”
Anya could feel the flush coming to her cheeks even as she said it. Josephine’s hand released her scalp and she sighed, standing up and brushing herself off. She turned to Josephine, who was immediately blushing herself as she averted her eyes from Anya’s nakedness. Anya grinned and took her hands, kissing them softly.
“Now who’s blushing?”
“You are hopeless.” Josephine breathed, her dark cheeks growing darker by the second. “How am I to make a Lady of you?”
“Bold of you to assume I won’t drag you down to my level.” Anya cooed, pulling Josephine with her as she spun slowly in a circle, stepping neatly around the chair she had been sitting. “I’ll have you running through the woods to find ancient ruins with sticks in your hair and mud on your boots by years end.”
“I very much doubt it.” Josephine replied curtly. “I am ambassador to the inquisition, who will treaty with us if their first impression is me looking like a hermit?”
“Come on Josie.” Anya smiled, tugging her closer and turning the spin into a lazy waltz. “You’ll wither away in this castle. What’s the point in saving the world if you never go out to see it?”
Josephine sighed and fixed her with a stern gaze. Anya smiled and kissed her before she could voice her retort. “When this is done, I’m taking you out.” She promised, “We’ll go camping somewhere beautiful, the Hinterlands, or the Emerald Graves. Have our own celebration by ourselves, no chaos, no catastrophes, no nobles demanding we run to their defence every time a serving girl looks at them the wrong way. Just you and me.”
“Conveniently forgetting all the people who want you dead.” Josephine reminded her, trying her very best to remain stern as Anya twirled her around before taking her hip and continuing the dance. “Not to mention the wildlife.”
“I’ll protect you.” Anya smiled, resting her head against Josephine’s shoulder as they danced slowly around her chambers. “I’ll always protect you.”
“Destroy Corypheus, and perhaps I will consider it.” Josephine sighed. “Assuming there is a world left to see.”
Anya stepped back and smiled gently, stroking Josephine’s hands with her thumbs. “I swear to you, Lady Montilyet, I will cut down Corypheus, destroy his minions, and save this world, and I will do it all for you.”
“You’re sweet.” Josephine smiled tiredly, “But I beg you, be careful.”
“I will be.” Anya promised, “No matter what happens, whatever creatures or magic comes between us, I will find my way back to you.”
Josephine sighed softly and kissed Anya, fingers stroking over her cheeks. “You had better.” She took a step back and watched as Anya made her way to the bed and slipped a robe over her shoulders. Her smile faded and she winced as a small green spark flickered under the skin of her knuckles.
“You’re probably too busy to stay, there’s so much to do before we go to the winter palace.” She said quietly. Josephine watched her, her heart aching as she saw how quickly Anya’s façade fell apart as soon as she thought no one could see. She really was far too busy to stay, there were too many letters waiting for her than she could count... Anya turned back and smiled as if nothing was wrong. “Something wrong?”
“I… I’ll draw us a bath.” Josephine said quickly, putting on a smile.
“A… bath?” Anya blinked before grinning. “For us?”
“Unless you’d rather not?” Josephine nodded, “It’s no trouble.”
“I… yeah, yeah a bath sounds… amazing.” Anya smiled, her face lighting up.
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Anya hummed as Josephine pulled the razor along her calf, the long flat blade gliding over her skin. “This is lovely.”
“Hush, darling.” Josephine smiled, pressing her cheek against Anya’s foot and kissing her ankle. “I don’t want to cut you.” The two of them were nestled tightly against one another, sitting in Anya’s bathtub, nude and wet and slick with soapy bubbles. Anya was blushing, legs parted around Josephine’s body.
Josephine cleaned the razor and neatly finished off Anya’s leg, kissing her way over the soft, smooth skin to mark a job well done. “You’re blushing again, darling.”
“How could I not?” Anya laughed breathlessly, whimpering as Josephine shifted in the water, hands stroking up over her thighs. “I’m sharing a bath with the most beautiful woman in Thedas.”
“Flatterer.” Josephine smiled, leaning forwards and kissing her. She shifted, draping her slippery body over Anya’s, hands taking the inquisitor’s and squeezing. Anya’s blush deepened as Josephine made a point to rub herself against her, their wet bodies sliding together like two pieces of an erotic puzzle. Josephine cooed as their nipples met, teasing and trembling as both women rolled themselves against each other.
“J… Josie… I…” Anya croaked before falling silent as Josephine put her finger to her lips.
“Up.” Josephine breathed, lifting Anya’s hips and sliding beneath her. Anya’s cheeks were burning as she sat nestled in Josephine’s lap, fidgeting restlessly as her lover’s hand slipped over her body, one over her muscular belly, the other down her inner thigh. “Don’t speak, my love. Just let me work.”
Anya nodded mutely; eyes wide as Josephine carefully brought the razor down to the thick curls crowning the Inquisitor’s cunt. She opened her mouth to speak, only to be muted by Josephine’s hand cupping her jaw, slipping a soft thumb between her lips. Anya remained as still as she possibly could, thoughts of how desperately she wanted to keep herself intact roaring in her head, mixed with quieter, insidious thoughts of how good Josephine smelled and how her thumb tasted resting over her tongue.
“I will tame you, my darling.” Josephine breathed into her ear, razor slipping along Anya’s inner thigh, tuck. “One way or another.”
Anya mewled wordlessly, hands clinging onto Josephine’s shoulders out of terror as the blade skimmed her sex. Josephine laughed, tickling her ear, before kissing her cheek. “I’ve had quite some practice, darling.” She reminded her. “I keep my own in check, after all. Not to mention Leliana and my previous lovers.”
Anya grumbled vaguely, frowning at her as best she could with her head tightly nestled against Josephine’s shoulder. “Don’t be like that.” Josephine cooed, “You have nothing to fear from Leliana, or anyone else. My heart is yours.”
Anya trembled as Josephine finally drew the razor away and set it down on the floor, her hand returning to pet the newly smooth bald skin. “There we are, smooth as a summer’s breeze.”
“Josie…” Anya whined as the thumb vacated her mouth.
“No words, love… please.” Josephine scolded gently. “We’re only half-done.”
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“This feels so strange.” Anya mumbled as Josephine slipped over her belly and nuzzled her face down against her chest. “I’ve never been so smooth.”
“Do you like it?”
“I… I don’t know.” Anya admitted shyly. “I feel like a girl again.”
“If I didn’t know better, I could mistake you for a proper lady.” Josephine hummed in agreement; cheek pressed to Anya’s slippery breast.
“Is that a good or bad thing?”
“It’s enough to sate my curiosity, for now.” Josephine replied, before slipping two fingers into Anya’s bare slit. The inquisitor squeaked quite adorably, only for that squeak to become a long, drawn-out moan as Josephine’s lips wrapped around a nipple and sucked. “I will make a respectable lady of you, one day.”
“Josie…”
Josephine crooned, curling her fingers inside Anya and making her groan meekly. “You’ve never let me take you like this, darling. You’re always on top, always giving, always talking. You’re so much more beautiful like this.”
“Josie it feels… you feel so good!” Anya moaned, hands reaching up to grab Josephine’s cheeks and pull her down into a kiss. Josephine indulged her before pulling back and placing a palm over the inquisitor’s chest.
“Anya… dearest. Let me please you tonight.”
“Wh… what are you doing now? T… torturing me?” Anya laughed breathlessly.
“No more jokes.” Josephine sighed, “No more talking. Just lie back and let me make love to you.”
“Josie… is something wrong?”
“I know you’re hurting, and I know you’re hiding it from me.” Josephine sighed gently, slipping out of Anya and petting her belly. “Please let me give you this night. No lies or deflections or jokes. Just me, pleasing you.”
“I… y… yes.” Anya whispered, “If… if you’re sure?”
Josephine smiled and gave Anya a quick kiss in reply, before putting her mouth to better use teasing the inquisitor’s breasts. Her fingers quickly found their way through the water to Anya’s sex, and pushed inside, curling ever so slightly as she pumped them in and out. Anya whimpered beneath her, wet and hot against her skin, obediently just lying back in the water under Josephine’s delicate care.
“You’re so beautiful.” Josephine breathed, rolling her palm down into Anya’s ample bosom, drawing a coo of arousal from her lips. “And so strong.” She gently licked along Anya’s collarbone before latching her lips onto her throat, leaving little nibbles over the slick skin before moving on to new delights.
Anya convulsed beneath her, spasming in orgasmic bliss but still remaining obediently mute. Josephine’s tongue twirled around nipples and stroked over pale skin. Her fingers sank into Anya’s womanhood and pulled and pinched and caressed whatever they could reach. All the while their bodies rolled against one another, basking in the warmth of the water, slipping and sliding and pushing each woman into new heights of arousal.
“J… Josie!” Anya yelped finally, throwing her head back and squealing as she came around Josephine’s invading fingers. She fell back limply in the tub, panting for breath and groaning as Josephine slid out of her and rand her fingers through her hair.
“Was that as good as it looked?” Josephine asked, smiling as Anya grinned stupidly up at the ceiling.
“I… it was incredible.” She breathed. “You were incredible, you ARE incredible.”
“So are you, my darling.” Josephine sighed, rolling onto her side and cuddling close against her. “And I adore you completely.”
Anya shivered and sank down into the water a little more, hands finding Josephine’s hips and stroking them gently. “I’m… I’m sorry if I shut you out… I’m not good at sharing but… I’ll do better, I swear it.”
Josephine smiled, satisfied with the night’s work, and kissed her lover one last time.
