Chapter 1

It was silent in the halls of the castle except for the occasional sound of a guard's steady, patrolling feet. Padded steps remained near silent as a young girl snuck through the dark passages. Her heart was racing each time she heard those footsteps drifting closer, changing rhythm, or worse, stopping altogether. She knew what would happen if she got caught, or at least she thought she knew, so she wasn't going to take any risks. Pulling her cloak up closer around her face, she ducked down one last, dark hallway and opened the door she found there.

"Lady Vier!" she young girl beckoned in an urgent whisper to the darkness. As she awaited the response, her hood lowered, her dark locks still masking her in the darkness so that only her face was seen. She heard something moving in the black and the dim light of a candle could be seen, lighting up the bed and the face of the Lady Avierne.

"Ren! What are you doing here?" the reply was accompanied by a yawn as she stood, slowly, and moved towards her visitor with candle in hand.

"I just wanted to see you again," the reply came with a tone that suggested she was hurt by the older girl's need to ask.

The Lady Vier shook her head with a laugh, "That's sweet." Without any other prompt, she leaned down, placing her own soft lips across Ren's. Surprised yet content, the kiss was returned and magnified. The candle fell with a clatter, dim light still emanating from the lump of wax on the floor as the young women embraced, pulling close as lips met and tongues writhed.

Ren was the first to pull away. She doffed her cloak, wearing a loose, black tunic and tight leggings that showed each muscle and curve of her hips and legs. The noblewoman smiled as she appraised her young guest's attire and body, resting her pale, blue eyes on Ren's deep brown orbs before kissing her again, content.

The young rogue reached out, brushing her lover's long blonde hair back over her shoulders before lowering the straps that supported the sheer nightgown worn by the older girl. The silk draping fell away, exposing pale skin and smooth curves in the dim light. Her breasts curved out from her body, small and somewhat conical, but well formed mounds of porcelain flesh, each capped with a dainty pink nipple which stood hard and pointy from the cold night air.

Ren kissed her lover gently, tracing a slow path from lips to neck, neck to bosom, and bosom to the silk still bound and bundled about Vier's waist. The slight moisture left behind caused Vier to shiver and flush, her body loving those light sensations in those sensitive places. The young noble undid a tie, allowing the remaining silk to fall and exposing the last of her secrets. Ren leaned forward, placing a gentle kiss, red lip to white lip with her lover's nethers. As she pulled away, a single thread of fluid linked their lips, residual of moisture forming between both pairs.