Chapter 4: Climax
Sansa's heart thundered wildly as Juliet's fingers expertly entwined in her ginger curls, dark tresses merging with her russet strands in a flushed, joyous tangle. Juliet's free hand ventured lower, tracing a barely-there path from waist to hip, causing an exquisite shiver to ripple along Sansa's spine. As their lips met again, this time more voraciously, an all-consuming warmth spread through Sansa's limbs.
With every stroke and tease, she allowed herself to be seduced.
Juliet's lips parts, her warm, firm tongue sweeping across Sansa's full bottom lip before plunging deeper in a soulful kiss that made the air around them crackle with a primal energy.
The two young women stood locked in step before the opulently adorned hearth, its flames casting a dancing glow upon their heaving breasts, arching spines, and the fervor in their feverish blue eyes. Neither could deny the demands of their urgent, mutual desires any longer.
Sansa moaned into Juliet's mouth, her fingers kneading their way through Juliet's thick locks, their groins pressed urgently against each other. In seconds, Sansa's skirts were hitched up, exposing her thighs, bare before the fire's sensual flicker. Juliet's nimble hand slipped past the gossamer layers of fabric, boldly moving to caress Sansa's wet folds.
Sansa gasped at the scandalous invasion, her head falling back while her legs instinctively widened. The lurid lighting of the hearth illuminated the little patch of forest concealed between her thighs, revealing a dark, enticing invitation.
"Oh, gods above, Juliet," Sansa cried breathlessly. "This feels so wrong... and so right."
Juliet smirked mischievously, leaning in to kiss and nip her lover's neck as her fingers explored deeper. "That's because it's forbidden.
We both know it, but I can't help myself, Sansa." Juliet asserted, voice raspy and laced with unbridled lust.
She pushed two fingers into Sansa's tight, slick channel, forcing a guttural moan to escape from Sansa. The flames from the hearth cast provocative shadows on the undulating walls, reflecting the intensity of the bulging desires of these noblewomen. Sansa's head swam with scintillating sensations pulsating through her core, driving out every iota of hesitation.
"Juliet," she panted, tangling her fingers in Juliet's hair. "Don't stop."
Juliet's lips curved in a wicked grin, and her eyes blazed with newfound intensity.
"Never," she murmured as she kissed a trail down the slope of Sansa's breast to her engorged nipple.
Juliet circled it with her tongue, coaxing a violent shiver from Sansa.
She relentlessly plunged and twisted her fingers inside of her, stretching her slick walls. Sansa's hands clenched and unclenched, unable to contain her rising excitement. Her hips bucked furiously while Juliet pinned her against the ornate mantelpiece. "Gods, gods, gods," Sansa cried, rocking back to meet every explosive stroke.
Their joining was feverish and unapologetic—a frenzied dance propelled by frantic, tangled breaths and unspoken assurances.
As Juliet added a third finger, Sansa's back arched voraciously against the cold mantelpiece, pushing down onto her lover's invading digits.
"Harder, Juliet!" Sansa demanded, her voice resonating with a delirious, wanton ignominy she never knew existed within her.
With each forceful plunge, Juliet countered with earnest, eager strokes, slipping and sliding between slick walls until she elicited a series of guttural moans from her paramour.
Sansa, held and precariously suspended on the precipice of precarious pleasure, offered no resistance.
"Yes, oh gods, fuck, Juliet!" Sansa screamed as she thrust her hips wildly to match the intensity of Juliet’s hand. "Fill me up, I beg you!"
Juliet increased her speed, fingers curled in a sinful, twisting motion that mimicked the act of lovemaking.
"Yes, gods be damned, just like that!" Sansa's screams reached a fever pitch, her hips bucking and gyrating with wild abandon.
With her non-dominant hand, Juliet released the grip her garments had on Sansa's hips, effortlessly tugging at the laces that served as their only barrier. As she proceeded, Sansa's skirts pooled at her feet, revealing her perfectly bare mound and the glistening evidence of the pleasure she was receiving.
Sansa's mouth hung open, eyes glazed with pleasure, oblivious to the cold air that brought goosebumps to her arms. She gripped the edge of the mantelpiece, the stone feeling like ice against her feverish touch.
Juliet grinned, efficiently tugging down her bodice, exposing her ample and perky breasts. Her rosy nipples already erect with arousal, Juliet thrust her hips forward, crushing Sansa's breasts between them.
Her skirts would need more attention, but for now, she leaned in, teasing Sansa's lips with gentle kisses, her free hand clawing at the redhead's tousled hair.
"Has my little lioness had enough?" she asked, her voice whispery soft against the shell of Sansa's ear.
"Never!" moaned Sansa, longing clear in her desperate plea.
She arched into Juliet's touch, and their bodies shifted as one, breasts crushed against each other, hips rolling together to match every sinful twist of Juliet's supple fingers.
The scandalous pair breathed in hot pants as wave after wave of euphoria crashed over them.
With her skirts stretched around her waist, Sansa's vulnerable slit was slick and glistening, exposed to the merciless hearth's glow playing upon their hurried congress.
"Oh, gods, please," Sansa cried out, lifting her creamy thigh over Juliet's shoulder, giving her deeper access.
Juliet's eyes darkened with determination as she fucked harder with her skilled fingers, expertly grazing Sansa's delicate love button on every stroke.
"You want this, my sultry temptress?" Juliet growled deeply, her finger-fucking growing relentless.
"Beg for it, Sansa. You need to earn your pleasure."
Sansa whimpered, writhing uncontrollably, slamming herself onto those magic fingers wriggling inside her. "Fuck, yes! I beg you, my sweet sadistic lover. Don't stop! Make me come!" she cried, eyes unfocused and primal satisfaction staining her flushed, gorgeous face.
A single bead of sweat trickled between Sansa's plump breast, rolling down her trembling stomach before disappearing into her thatch of carrot-red hair. Juliet's hungry eyes followed every whimpering movement, fingers gliding expertly within the clenching vise of her love's ecstasy.
With each deep thrust, Juliet's fingers parted her lover's folds, the wet sound reverberating around the vintage chamber and mixing with Sansa's erotic panting.
The fire within her was fast approaching its crescendo. Her pleasure threatened to shatter the already crumbling remnants of her control. And when Juliet's thumb made contact with her swollen clitoris, massaging it in tight, deliberate circles, it was all she needed.
Sansa's world splintered, her cries reverberating against the vaulted ceilings as a powerful orgasm detonated within her soul. Her hips jolted helplessly, claiming Juliet's fingers with ferocious suction, every muscle tensed in absolute rapture.
Convulsions of rapturous relief swept through her body, again and again, each wave liquid and warm as honey. Sansa's ears rang with the pounding of her climax, the very walls of her pussy almost milking Juliet's fingers with greedy squeezes.
Minutes passed, or was it hours? Time became a shadow lost to the overwhelming conflagration of Sansa's pleasure.
"Juliet!" Her throat croaked, caught between a whimper and a wail.
A final release burst through her body, like a spilling wave across the shore. "Juliet," she uttered, voice hoarse and filled with awe. Both sated and whole, Sansa leaned against the mantel's edge. Juliet, unyielding and merciless in pursuit of her lover's satisfaction, had given her the greatest joy she had ever experienced.
The redhead looked down at her quivering form, open for all the world to see, as Juliet withdrew her fingers gently, adoringly.
Sansa moaned as Juliet's touch left her, an instinctive, desperate word escaping her lips. "More."
Juliet, rendered breathless by that intense, fiery surge of lovemaking, couldn't resist her sweetheart's request. Slowly, she lowered her mouth between Sansa's legs. The inviting scent of their mingled passions arose from the wet silk of Sansa's womanhood, provoking Juliet's primal hunger.
Her mouth sealed over Sansa, sucking and lapping at her tender folds like a parched traveler finally finding relief at a hidden oasis.
The sensation sent Sansa spiraling into a second, even more, intensified climax, her breath catching in her throat at the sheer shock of a pleasure so immense and unyielding.
"Oh gods, yes!" she cried out, nails raking Juliet's scalp as her knees threatened to buckle beneath her.
She could feel Juliet's knowing smile against her as tremors surged through her, bathing her lover's mouth and fingers in a slick, carnal offering.
With a final, shuddering sigh, Sansa slid down the cold stone mantel, weak-kneed and limp, landing softly in Juliet's waiting arms. Their lips met once more, this time slow and lingering, a deep and tender kiss sealing a promise between them.
A secret bound by the delicious, aching heaviness in their limbs and a divine pleasure that unified their spirits.
Juliet's hand trailed softly across the curve of Sansa's hip, fingers splaying wide to take in every inch of her lover's luscious body, spending a few more precious moments committing this intimate moment to memory.
But as the first notes of Winterfell's evening musicians echoed through the air, there was no choice but to break free and right their disheveled appearances before entering the feast.
The mere thought of facing everyone with such an alarming state of arousal leaving their thoughts swimming in silk and sweat forced the couple back to reality.
Unsteady and wanting, Sansa clutched onto Juliet for support. Their fingers intertwined, blood pumping wildly as they made desperate strides toward the guest chambers. They stumbled into an unoccupied room, closing the door hastily behind them.
All it took was one tender glance between them.
A yearning so raw and unhinged that their very souls seemed to sway together like the pendulum of fate.
The room was dark and silent but for the hushed breaths that fled their quivering lips. Sansa felt herself propelled back against the wall as Juliet closed in, the warmth and weight of her pressing into her lover's trembling body. Their breasts pressed firmly together, taut nipples brushing with a sensual, electric friction.
Juliet's wandering hands claimed every inch of Sansa's flesh. Her palms travelled from the curve of Sansa's waist, up to cup her breasts, her fingers circling and teasing those stiffened peaks.
Carnal need surged through their cores, a call to which neither could hesitate to answer.
With ardent desire fueling her every movement, Sansa mirrored her lover's kiss, claiming Juliet's mouth with a renewed hunger.
She clawed at Juliet's bodice, letting out a hungry moan as her lover's eager breasts fell free, full and tender beneath her fingertips.
Juliet's perky nipples stood erect, responding to Sansa's every touch, and their faint rose color served as an irresistible invitation for Sansa's questing mouth.
She tasted every inch of the dark-haired woman's curves, her heart pounding and breath hitching as they stumbled towards the bed.
Juliet's nipples hardened even further under the attention of Sansa's warm, damp mouth.
Their lips were swollen, filled with a fevered hunger as they finally broke away.
Their gazes locked, filled with a shared knowledge of their unstoppable desires.
"We can't," Juliet whispered, her voice shaking, pleading. A tear brimmed in her eyes, shining in the dim firelight that cascaded through the draped window. "Not here...
not now." Juliet's eyes widened at her own confession, her heart drumming rapidly against her ribcage.
Sansa's hands stilled, resting on Juliet's shapely hips, and her fingers dug into the supple flesh with a mixture of frustration and trepidation.
"I know," Sansa confessed softly, assuaging her lover's fears.
The damaging consequences of their entwined desires weighed heavily on her heart, suffocating their shared, inexplicable attraction.
Yet, there existed a magnetic pull between their skies, their boundaries blurring with carnal cravings that wouldn't be silenced.
Juliet seized Sansa's hands, dragging them to her lips, peppering her knuckles with sweet kisses, entwining their fingers like a clock ticking down the moments when everything outside these chambers faded.
"Later, my sweet exile," Juliet vowed, fire burning within those deep blue eyes, "when our world cools and quiets... I will make you scream again with so much pleasure you forget your own name."
Sansa fought the wild shiver snaking down her spine, biting her swollen lips to keep from moaning or giving into the whirlpool of need surging through her core. As much as she wished to be unraveled in Juliet's arms right now, responsibility to her family and title prevailed.