Feather Light (Part One)

Soft golden firelight flickered across Ashlynn and Nyrielle's entangled bodies as they lay on a dark fur blanket, luxruiating in the warmth of the fire and the feeling of their skin sliding over each other with a faint oily slickness after Nyrielle's massage. 

"My darling," Nyrielle whispered after several moment of quiet, comfortable touch. "You've left me feeling as light as a feather, but I hunger for more. Now that you've worked your witchcraft on me," she teased. "Will you submit to my whims?" 

"Of course," Ashlynn said. "I will always submit to your will," she added, gently caressing Nyrielle's cheek with the back of a finger. "It's you who allows me to be so willful," she teased, turning Nyrielle's head toward her so she could bestow a gentle, chaste kiss on her lover's lips.