The moon was making its way lazily across the starry sky. Nesting between the moonlit dunes stood a sturdy and lonely building: The Sun of the Desert Inn. The last inn before the endless sands of the Nasir desert. This inn wasn’t on any common routes through the desert and not even on any back roads towards Izdihar. Those who stopped by this place were mostly mercenaries, sands pirates or people who couldn’t appear in public for a reason or another.

The night was quiet around this part of the desert. The heat of the day left its place to a cool night. The calm of the minuscule oasis in the middle of the inn’s inner court was only disturbed by the ruffling of a golden eagle’s feathers that was nesting the sole date palm tree. There wasn’t any customer tonight, the inn had closed early. However, some muffled moans could still be heard.

“It’s not right… aah,” a young out of breath voice tried to argue.

“Wanna stop? I won’t mind, you know,” another voice whispered.

“No… I just want to take a bath first.”

“Then, I’ll make sure to clean you thoroughly.”

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Two women were sitting in a bathtub filled with cooled water. The scent of roses and mint oil were mixed with the heated air. A red-haired woman was scrubbing the back of a black-haired young woman. The scrubbing was gentle and the pair of hands was skillful. They brushed the delicate skin from the nape to the small of the young woman’s back. Slowly, the hands strayed as they massaged her shoulders.

“Aisha smells so good. I wonder if you taste good too,” the woman who didn’t wait for an answer began to nibble at the youth’s nape, sending waves of shivers after waves.

“Sun’neya* is good at massage,” moaned softly Aisha. (neya: big sister)

Sun giggled, her lips traced the line of Aisha’s neck, slowly moving upwards and leaving a trail of kisses and nibbles. Sun’s hands took her breasts, massaging them with a bit of vigor, pinching here and there until the body under her flinch.

“Neya*,” Aisha tried to beg. (neya: big sister)

“Shush. Let me clean you first.” Sun buried any further complaints with a deep kiss.

Her tongue took possession of the other’s mouth, demanding yet patient. Her hands were traveling south, groping around, her nails slightly putting pressure on the skin. They massaged the hips, from the outside to the inside of the thighs. They kept on teasing, no matter how Aisha opened her legs, they didn’t move in. The tension was building but the edge seemed so far.

“How can I do a good job if you keep wiggling like that?” asked Sun.

Aisha suddenly moved forward and left the embrace of the woman. She faced her with blushing cheeks and a sullen glare.

“Neya is mean!”

Sun drew her closer, sat her on her thighs in a straddling position.

“Hmm, I am mean. Do you want me to be even meaner?”

Sun stare at her while taking a nipple in her mouth. She watched her as she tasted it with her teeth, her hands arrived on Aisha’s ass and groped it with force.

“I’m waiting. Do you want me to be meaner?” She asked again.

Aisha held her breath in expectation after a second, she nodded. Sun smacked her ass again and Aisha yelped.

“I didn’t hear you.”

“I want! Hurry!”

“If beauty wants, I’ll obey.”

Another resounding smack echoed in the small bathroom. Aisha’s cry was muffled in another kiss, a domineering one. Sun’s hand were working Aisha’s body to its limit, making the young woman’s legs weak and shaking.

“More.” Begged Aisha, “I want …”

“Shush. We have time, the night is still young.”

Once again, a nipple was being gently crushed and Aisha could feel the waves of pleasures drawing near. Caresses followed by crisp smacks, each of them were taking Aisha closer and closer to extasy. Aisha’s hips were moving on their own, looking, searching for a release. And the release took her by surprise. Her voice wasn’t restrained and resounded through the night.

“Good girl. Tired?”

Aisha’s head was resting in Sun’s bosom, her whole body was still shaking. She took her time to catch her breath before sending a pouting glare.

“Not enough.”

Sun laughed, “Let’s dry ourselves first.” She stepped out and helped Aisha out. Sun took a cotton towel and started drying her night partner’s hair. She didn’t have the time to do much before she was forced out of the bathroom.

Aisha dragged her to the bed, tried to throw her on it but Sun was too strong for that. Sun giggled and sat on the edge of the bed. She observed the young woman with curiosity, waiting for her to take the first step.

Aisha frowned, undecided. She was blushing hard, yet her lust got the better of her. She kneeled at Sun’s feet, looked her for approval before parting the long pair of legs. She didn’t say a thing, just caressed the honey coloured skin. She admired them, felt the soft skin underneath her fingers and couldn’t resist licking her lips in anticipation.

Soft groans found their way out of Sun’s throat, her fingers intertwined in the black hair of the woman between her legs. Her breath shortened, the heat of her body rose and her body accumulated tension.

“Who knew that Aisha had such a clever little tongue?” Sun’s raspy voice declared.

Aisha’s eyes met hers, they were clearly pleased.

“Not clever enough if you can still speak.”

Thus said, her tongue pushed in further. Her mouth was sucking and nibbling with eagerness. Her hands moved upwards, her long nails leaving a red trail of shivers.

Sun’s hips were moving back and forth, tense and trembling. She threw her head backward, gripped tightly the bedsheets as if they were a lifeline. She tried to control it but the waves of pleasure were too powerful. She became undone, crying out loud in the silent night.

While Sun was catching her breath, Aisha pushed herself off the floor, a smug smile hanging on her lips. She caressed Sun’s skin, tracing the muscles of her belly, the two small twins peaks until she reached her lips. She straddled the red-haired woman, reached for her hands and placed them herself on her full breasts.

She slowly humped, licking her lips seductively, using Sun’s hands to massage herself.

“You are playing with fire, ‘mira*.” Commented Sun. ('mira: affectionate and endearment term. Darling, sweetie)

Aisha smiled, rubbed her dripping lips against Sun’s and moaned loudly in provocation. How could anyone resist?

Sun squeezed Aisha’s boobs with force and made her grimaced. She then pushed her down on the bed. A sly smile appeared on her face while her hands were working hard. She kissed Aisha, sucking and biting her way to her earlobe.

“Do you know what else are clever?” She asked in her raspy voice.

Aisha wanted to answer but, before she could, she squealed in surprise. Deep between her legs, 2 fingers buried themselves and the thumb outside was putting her under pressure. Aisha’s body shook. She whined but before she could beg, her lips were shut close by a hot tongue. Aisha held onto the headboard as if it was a raft on a stormy sea. As if her life depended on it.

The moon was hanging high in the starry sky and a light breeze was blowing on the desert’s dune. The night was indeed still young.