Last of Her Kind

Chapter 7 CATHRYN

From the moment she walked in, it took all that Cathryn could muster to not stare at her. She was stunning. Absolutely stunning. She had a thin, sharp frame, but Cathryn could see that she was strong, her muscles well defined under her fitted clothes. Her curves were slight, but they were still there, and very much feminine. Long, dark locks cascaded down her back from where they had been pulled up, except for a few that had fallen out of place and were now framing her deep emerald eyes.

There were plenty of women in the city, many of whom came in the apothecary on a regular basis looking for more than just herbs. And on occasion, with the help of a high bribe, Cathryn had been able to sneak into the back doors of a w***e house down the street (that Maura Rihale was something to wonder at), but this girl was different. Cathryn hadn’t felt this way about a woman since the milkmaid. It was hard for her to listen to her brother and father argue about the general’s order when this exquisite creature was standing right beside them.

“There’s no reason we can’t take them in father,” she said the words before she had even thought about it. What had compelled her to speak up like that? She couldn’t stop. Those emerald eyes were looking right at her now, staring into her soul it seemed. But her father was staring at her too, only his look was one of rage and great aggravation. She knew how he felt about strangers. She also knew how he felt about her with other women. Still she continued, “We have plenty of space, and it’s just for the night.”

Cathryn knew that she hadn’t heard the last of it when her father turned and sulked off to his room. Once her brother and his friend (Gorden she believed it was), had left, it was just her alone with the emerald eyed girl and the girl’s father. She offered them food, which they eagerly accepted. It seemed to Cathryn, they had not eaten in days. She asked questions about where they were from and what they did. They were healers too. Cathryn was more than happy to help them stock up for their town. Anything to get those eyes to look at her again.

Once they had finished eating, Cathryn realized she couldn’t stare all night. She hurried to go set up Eli’s old bedroom for their guests. As she was making the bed, her father appeared in the door.

“I saw you staring at that girl in there,” he growled.

“I don’t know what you’re getting at,” Cathryn responded coolly as she unfolded a quilt and began fixing it on the bed, not looking up at her father.

He crossed the room and snatched the blanket out of her hands, forcing Cathryn to acknowledge him.

“Don’t be getting any ideas about this girl staying here. It’s just for the night.”

“I wouldn’t think of it, I’m engaged, remember?” Cathryn gritted her teeth. Her father threw the quilt back onto the bed and left the room. Cathryn finished making the bed and went back into the kitchen.

“Your room is ready, and I can show you where the washroom is too if you’d like.”

The girl, Alora, and her father, who’s name Cathryn had not caught, were huddled together whispering. They jumped at the sound of Cathryn’s voice when she came in, but they gathered themselves together quickly and followed her to their room.

“There is a washroom right up the hall on the right, my room is on the left if you need anything.” Cathryn shut the door behind her and headed back to her room.

She tried not to think of the girl as she started to get ready for bed, but when she wasn’t thinking of that dark hair and those green eyes, she thought of the milkmaid. Soon enough, Cathryn found herself laying back on her bed, pulling her skirts up to feel that between her legs was now warm and sticky. She closed her eyes.

In front of her was the milkmaid. She was smiling down as she hiked up her skirt to straddle Cathryn’s lap. She had let her blond hair down, and it was falling over her shoulders, tickling Cathryn’s face. The maid laughed as Cathryn spit hair out of her mouth.

Then the maid grabbed Cathryn’s face in her hands and leaned down to kiss her. Cathryn ran her hands down the milkmaids back, pulling her close. The maid began to circle her hips as Cathryn lifted up the hems of the maid’s skirt to rub her legs.

Cathryn was running her hands up the maid’s thighs when the broke away from the kiss. The maid sat up and tore at the front Cathryn’s dress. She cupped Cathryn’s breasts, teasing the n*****s slightly. Cathryn moaned at the touch, and dug her nails into the milkmaid’s thighs. The maid took one breast in both hands and massaged it tenderly. She leaned over and stuck out her tongue, making circles around Cathryn’s hard n****e.

Cathryn squeezed the milkmaid’s ass and smacked it. She took two fingers and ran it down the maid’s ass, up past her v****a to the round, swollen c**t. The maid was already wet but Cathryn was going to make her gush. She began to rub circles, massaging the bulb as the maid continued to suck on her breast.

Behind the maid, in the doorway of her room, stood Alora, watching. The maid sat up, leaving Cathryn’s n****e feeling cold and exposed, and looked back at Alora.

“Come join us,” she said, holding out her hand.

Alora crossed the room and took off her clothes to reveal a slender, muscular figure.

Cathryn watched as the maid climbed off of her lap and went to kiss Alora. As they kissed, Alora reached up and started squeezing the maid’s boobs. She pulled the milkmaid’s dress down to tease her n*****s. The milkmaid moaned through the kisses, as Alora continued to take her dress of completely.

Cathryn gently rubbed her throbbing c**t as she watched the two women in front of her press their naked bodies closer together. The milkmaid pulled away as Alora began giving her small kisses down her neck and chest, stopping on each n****e to suck and bite playfully. She took Alora’s hand and led her over to Cathryn on the bed where they both helped take Cathryn out of her dress.

The milkmaid hovered naked, on all fours, over Cathryn, kissing her gently on the chest and neck. Alora ran her fingers delicately around Cathryn’s p***y as she began to lightly tease the milkmaid with her tongue. Cathryn felt her body twitch at Alora’s touch, as the dark haired girl ran her fingers over Cathryn’s sensitive c**t. She slid her fingers inside and Cathryn moaned.

Sitting up, the milkmaid rolled off of Cathryn to give Alora space to move. Cathryn couldn’t look away as Alora spread apart the lips of her p***y and flicked her c**t with her tongue. Then she wrapped her lips around Cathryn’s c**t and sucked, causing Cathryn’s whole body to twitch. Alora then began to kiss Cathryn, on her thighs, her stomach, each n****e.

She snaked her body up Cathryn’s until all Cathryn could see was the throbbing of Alora’s c**t and the drip of grool that grew larger each time she breathed. Cathryn stuck her tongue out and caught the drip as the milkmaid crawled up between her legs. The taste was sweeter than anything she had experienced. She wanted more.

Cathryn grabbed Alora by the hips and pulled her down to sit on Cathryn’s face. She was desperate to taste as much as she could as she pushed her tongue up into Alora. Alora sighed heavily as she took Cathryn by the head and pushed her hips down harder onto Cathryn’s face.

Cathryn’s whole body arched as the milkmaid slid her fingers inside, her tongue continuously circling Cathryn’s c**t. Cathryn could feel herself wanting to explode. She squeezed one of her breast as she began to thrust her hips harder into the milkmaids face and fingers.

Suddenly, Alora stopped grinding and looked down from where she sat on Cathryn’s face, but when she spoke she sounded far off.

 “What are you doing?”