Chapter 1 - Passion

Passion





She didn’t know why the red haired girl brought her here, to this room secluded and dark, but curiosity kept her anyway. Gently the tall Germanian girl, barely more than eighteen, but with a body which defied that number in maturity, dragged her along by the hand. A face full of mirth and mischief, framing chocolate brown eyes, caught her in their solid grip.

“Louise...” she spoke, whispered really, in a single puff of soft breath across one tingling ear, backing the smaller girl against the narrow wall of this cramped space, away from both the prying eyes and ears of their peers. “... I know you think I should be your enemy, but I can tell you don’t really want that deep down inside.”

The Valliere youth struggled against the soft but insistent press of voluptuous flesh against her own, but her squirming merely elicited unwanted sensations. She could not help but think of the soft touch of chocolate brown skin against hers, nor the press of nipples rock hard and rubbing against her though the bare restraints of a but a layer of cloth. Kirche had never been much of one for subtlety and even in this seduction she did nothing by half measures.  Oh founder... her hands... those hands never stopped their roaming, pinching, and caressing, as she traced them all about her pink haired rival’s body in tingling patterns of heightening boldness.

Louise’s eyes grew wide as she was molested here in this unseen corner by the great enemy of her house. Desperately the young woman fumbled for her wand, to do something, anything that might purge her of these feelings. But this too was read in her motions by her unrelenting companion.

Kirche cocked a grin at the panicking pinkette, then pulled back and spoke in an even tone while one hand moved up from its more intimate venue to caress Louise’s face, “If you scream out, or start blasting away with your wand all you do is gather attention, and in our state right now all will just call it a lover’s quarrel,” Kirche punctuated the words with the bending of her lips to the young girl’s neck. Louise became a shade of pink to match her hair but beyond this made no more motions to escape.

“Besides,” the fire haired girl spoke with quiet confidence from beside Louise’s ear, “you don’t really want to be quit of me now do you, my little Louise?” The Zerbst heiress stroked one hand, trailing down into the small of her prey’s arching back and another in front to caress the rocky bulbs of those breasts on her lithe petite figure, all the while those lips beside her ear blew warm breath to tickle their surface.

Louise struggled with a wave of weakness which threatened to take her from her knees. She could hardly believe that she was agreeing to this brazen assault upon her person, for all her lack of resistance, even token struggles had already been given up for the flood of pleasant sensations which Kirche elicited with her every motion. Then a shock across her ear, the red headed wench had begun to let her tongue dance and play across Louise’s tender flesh. That brought forth a gasp of surprised pleasure, as she was played like the proverbial harp to a tune that only a master could have achieved. Kirche was little if not an apt student of the carnal arts; love of her own flesh had long taught her just how to spark reactions from even the tiniest of touches. Men who had been with trained courtesans swore by her skills and expertise.

When Kirche’s hand found itself between Louise’s panties running circles about the flesh contained within and never once letting the pinkette calm from the heights which she’d placed her, the Valliere scion could no longer contain herself. Sobbing whimpers of need racked her small frame, elicited by a desire so heavy that it weighed down her small shoulders with an absolute burden of wordless necessity. When Kirche all at once removed her hands and lips and the precious proximity of her warm flesh from the press of action, Louise found herself all but wanting to scream out in dire frustration.

“Now now my greedy little kitten. I won’t go any further with someone who is not completely willing to shout my name in passion.” The young woman of the chocolate skin and eyes and the fire red hair spoke, stepping back whilst tidying herself. She straightened up from the disheveled mess which she’d made of herself with practiced ease. “If you want to continue this wait until midnight, then sneak over into my room... and be ready to scream my name.”

And in a final teasing reminder of what could lay in store if only the Valliere scion would submit herself willingly to the touch of her flame haired companion, Kirche placed lips against flushed lips, tickling traces of her tongue and the quiet suction of lips against now pliant lips gave voice to the caldera of desires which cooked smoldering within their molten embrace.

When finally Kirche left, Louise slumped against the narrow wall of the enclosed room, ghostly memories of flesh against warm flesh playing over and over and over again unto madness. Her flushed face spoke it all to the empty room, deny herself as she might want to, her body spoke its need in a hundred different ways. She could not bind the blind desire which cooked within her belly. She wanted Kirche so badly… so very, very badly it hurt.

The invitation had been made... and no matter how she thought that she might hate herself in the morning for this... lapse ... Louise could see no other course but to take her till now rival up on her deviant offer, or at least none which did not leave her aching with desire. This slow heat melted her cold steel will, and left her craving to scream anything that her red tressed seductress desired.

But until then, her own hand here in this quiet corner would have to do.

Louise rubbed furiously away.




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Louise sat nervous at the dinner table, her entire worlds still reeling from earlier activities. Kirche, that devil minx, was all that she could think about and it was driving her to distraction.

How could she, how dare she, Louise thought as the anger bubbled up within her. How could that trollop, wench... whore... have done this to her. What unholy magics could she have worked to have placed this ungainly itch in Louise’s skirt? Barely but a few hours had passed since Kirche’d so lewdly stroked the furnace of lust in her rival’s belly. A furnace which even now still burned, leaving all the signs of arousal in their wake. Yet still were her nipples swollen in appreciative anticipation, and that ungainly ‘itch’ between her legs settled , unsatisfied despite her best efforts to quell it. The she devil had drugged her touch, Louise was sure of it. Just thinking about the unsavoury character who’d done this to her set Louise’s neither lips a flutter, leaving the poor girl rubbing together her thighs in vain hopes of release.

Louise could only just hide the heavy blush which crossed her cheek, tilting her head of lush pink locks till they covered her face. Just thinking about the seductive redheaded minx made so many different emotions happen all at once... Louise barely even knew what to feel anymore. That she could feel this way at all, losing the iron grip of control, and even more so to lose it to another girl...

Louise barely knew what to think...

All that she knew now... was that tonight, Kirche would surely make her scream... and that for some reason... she really liked the idea.