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**Chapter 1: The Penthouse Encounter** The penthouse was a sprawling, opulent affair, dripping with luxury and the thick scent of wealth. Ellian had only been in the city for a few weeks, but her new roommate had insisted she needed to make an appearance at this party. The elite of the elite would be there, and it was an opportunity to make connections, she had said. Ellian didn't give a damn about connections. She was more interested in the open bar and the chance to escape the loneliness of her new apartment. The room was a sea ofpeonato tuxedos and glittering gowns, but Ellian had opted for a sleek, black pantsuit, her fiery red hair the only splash of color. She nursed her drink, scotch on the rocks, letting the burn ground her as she took in the scene. And that's when she saw her. Across the room, commanding the attention of all those around her, was a woman who could only be described as powerful. She was tall, her body lithe and strong, draped in a form-fitting gown the color of a stormy sea. Her hair was as dark as a raven's wing, her eyes sharp and piercing. There was an aura about her, a dominance that made Ellian's heart race. She was standing with a group, but she seemed almost bored, her gaze flicking around the room as if searching for something more interesting. Ellian couldn't look away, drawn to the woman like a moth to a flame. She watched as she excused herself from the group, her stride confident and purposeful as she made her way to the bar. Ellian didn't hesitate, stepping up beside her as she ordered a glass of red wine. "You look as bored as I feel," Ellian said, her voice low. The woman turned to her, her eyes appraising, a slow smirk curving her full lips. "Do I now?" she replied, her voice a low purr that sent a shiver down Ellian's spine. "Victoria." She held out her hand, her grip firm as Ellian shook it. "Ellian," she replied, feeling a spark at the simple touch. Victoria turned to face her, her eyes searching. "Tell me, Ellian, what brings you to this den of vipers?" Ellian shrugged, taking a sip of her drink. "Curiosity. And the promise of free alcohol." Victoria laughed, a low, throaty sound that made Ellian's pulse quicken. "Honest. I like that." She took a step closer, her voice dropping to a near whisper. "What do you do, Ellian?" Ellian could feel the heat of her body, could smell her perfume, something dark and intoxicating. "I'm a writer," she said, her own voice barely above a whisper. "What do you do, Victoria?" Victoria's smile was sharp, predatory. "I acquire things, Ellian. Things that I want." The way she said it, the way her eyes lingered on Ellian, made it very clear what she wanted at that moment. Ellian felt a thrill, a mix of excitement and fear. She had never been one to shy away from a challenge, and Victoria was certainly that. She held Victoria's gaze, a small smile playing on her lips. "And what if I'm not for sale, Victoria?" Victoria's eyes flashed, and she reached up, her fingers brushing a strand of hair away from Ellian's face. Her touch was electric, sending a jolt of desire through Ellian. "Everyone has their price, Ellian," she murmured. "The trick is finding out what it is." Before Ellian could respond, Victoria leaned in, her lips capturing Ellian's in a fierce, demanding kiss. It was a shock, a jolt to Ellian's system, and she found herself responding, her body pressing against Victoria's as her lips parted, allowing Victoria's tongue to sweep in. She could taste the wine on her lips, could feel the dominance in her touch, and it ignited something within her. Something primal, something needy. Victoria's hand was in her hair, gripping tightly, holding her in place as she plundered her mouth. Ellian could feel her body responding, her nipples tightening, her pussy clenching with desire. She wanted more, wanted to feel Victoria's hands on her, wanted to feel her control, her power. When Victoria pulled away, Ellian was breathless, her chest heaving as she tried to regain her composure. Victoria's eyes were dark with desire, her lips curved in a satisfied smile. "Come with me, Ellian," she said, her voice a low command. "Let's find out what your price is." Ellian didn't hesitate. She took Victoria's hand, letting her lead her through the crowd, away from the noise and the people, towards something dark and dangerous and thrilling. She had come to the party looking for a distraction, a way to pass the time. She had found so much more. She had found Victoria. And she had a feeling her life would never be the same. **Chapter 2: The Nightclub Chase** Ellian woke up to the soft hum of the city outside her window, the events of the previous night playing in her mind like a vivid dream. Victoria's touch, her kiss, the way she commanded the room, it all seemed too surreal to be true. But the tender spot on her lip where Victoria had nipped her was evidence enough. Ellian couldn't help but smile, her body aching for more. She slipped out of bed, her curiosity piqued. She needed to know more about the enigmatic woman who had captured her attention so completely. Her laptop hummed to life, and she typed Victoria's name into the search engine. The results were astonishing. Victoria was not just a powerful businesswoman; she was the CEO of a multi-million-dollar corporation, with her hands in everything from tech to real estate. But it was the whispers of her past that intrigued Ellian—rumors of a criminal father, of Victoria's own brushes with the law before she turned her life around. It was dangerous, thrilling, and Ellian wanted to know more. She spent the day digging, interviewing old colleagues of Victoria's, even managing to charm her way into a meeting with an old business partner. The picture that emerged was one of a woman who was ruthless, cunning, and incredibly sexy. Ellian was drawn to her like a moth to a flame, unable to resist the allure of danger and excitement. She knew she was playing with fire, but she didn't care. She had to see Victoria again. Night fell, and Ellian found herself at The Velvet Lounge, a high-end nightclub known for its VIP clientele. She had a hunch that Victoria would be there, and she was right. As she slipped into the pulsing crowd, she spotted Victoria at the bar, her body draped in a sleek, black dress that hugged every curve. She was laughing with the bartender, her eyes scanning the crowd like a predator looking for her next meal. Ellian watched her from the shadows, her heart pounding in time with the bass of the music. She wanted to approach her, but she also wanted to play, to tease. She stepped onto the dance floor, letting the music guide her movements. She knew Victoria could see her, could feel her eyes on her as she danced. It was a game of cat and mouse, and Ellian was determined to make Victoria chase her. Victoria didn't disappoint. She moved through the crowd like a shark, her eyes locked onto Ellian. She could feel the heat of her gaze, the promise of something dark and delicious. Ellian turned, her back pressing against Victoria's front as they moved together, the music pulsing around them. Victoria's hands were on her hips, her breath hot on her neck. "You shouldn't have come here, Ellian," Victoria growled, her voice barely audible over the music. "You shouldn't have looked into my past." Ellian smiled, her body pressing against Victoria's. "And why is that, Victoria?" she asked, her voice a teasing purr. Victoria's hand slipped around her waist, her fingers splaying possessively over Ellian's stomach. "Because now you're involved, little girl. And once you're involved with me, there's no going back." Ellian gasped as Victoria's other hand slid up her thigh, gripping tightly. "And what if I don't want to go back?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper. Victoria spun her around, her eyes dark with desire and danger. "Then you're mine, Ellian. All mine." Before Ellian could respond, Victoria's mouth was on hers, hungry and demanding. She could taste the vodka on her lips, could feel the desperation in her kiss. It was intense, overwhelming, and Ellian found herself melting into it, her body pressing against Victoria's as they moved together on the dance floor. Victoria's hands were everywhere, gripping her hips, sliding up her waist, cupping her breast. Ellian gasped as Victoria's thumb brushed over her nipple, the thin fabric of her dress doing little to hide her arousal. She could feel Victoria's smile against her lips, could feel the triumph in her touch. "You want this, don't you, Ellian?" Victoria murmured, her voice a low growl. "You want me to fuck you right here, don't you?" Ellian nodded, her body aching with need. She did want it, wanted it more than anything. She wanted Victoria to take her, to claim her, to make her hers. Victoria grabbed her hand, pulling her through the crowd. Ellian followed, her heart pounding as Victoria led her to the VIP room. It was dark, the music a low throb as Victoria pushed her up against the wall, her body pressing against Ellian's. "Tell me you want this, Ellian," Victoria commanded, her voice a low growl. "Tell me you want me." "I want you," Ellian gasped, her body arching against Victoria's. "Please, Victoria. I want you to fuck me." Victoria smiled, a sharp, predatory grin. She slid her hand up Ellian's thigh, her fingers brushing against the lace of her panties. Ellian gasped, her head falling back against the wall as Victoria's fingers slipped inside, stroking her gently. "So wet for me, Ellian," Victoria murmured, her voice a low purr. "So ready." Ellian nodded, her hips moving against Victoria's hand. She was ready, ready for whatever Victoria wanted to give her. She was Victoria's, completely and utterly. Victoria's fingers moved inside her, stroking her, teasing her. Ellian gasped, her body shaking as Victoria's thumb brushed against her clit. It was intense, overwhelming, and she could feel her orgasm building, her body tensing as Victoria's fingers moved faster, harder. "Come for me, Ellian," Victoria commanded, her voice a low growl. "Let me feel you come." Ellian shook her head, her body trembling. "Not yet," she gasped. "Please, Victoria. Not yet." Victoria smiled, her fingers slowing, teasing. "That's it, Ellian," she murmured. "Beg for me. Beg for your pleasure." Ellian nodded, her body aching with need. "Please, Victoria," she begged. "Please let me come. I need to come. Please." Victoria's smile was sharp, triumphant. She leaned in, her lips capturing Ellian's in a fierce, demanding kiss as her fingers moved faster, harder. Ellian gasped, her body shaking as her orgasm crashed over her, wave after wave of pleasure leaving her breathless and trembling. Victoria held her, her body pressing against Ellian's as she rode out her orgasm. She could feel Victoria's smile against her lips, could feel the triumph in her touch. She had given Victoria what she wanted, had begged for her pleasure, and she knew that she was Victoria's now, completely and utterly. As they stepped out of the VIP room, Ellian knew that she was in too deep, that she was playing with fire. But she also knew that she couldn't stop, couldn't turn back. She was Victoria's, and she wouldn't have it any other way. **Chapter 3: The Campus Confrontation** Ellian found herself standing before the sprawling campus of St. Margaret's University, the prestigious institution where Victoria had spent her formative years. The grandeur of the old buildings, with their ivy-covered walls and towering spires, hinted at a rich history and an even richer student body. Ellian could almost imagine Victoria walking through these hallowed halls, her head held high, her eyes sharp and calculating. As Ellian delved deeper into her investigation, she found herself drawn to the campus library, a grand, gothic structure with arched windows and a heavy wooden door. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of old books and polished wood. She navigated the stacks, her fingers tracing the spines of dusty tomes, searching for any hint of Victoria's past. It was intense, simultaneous erotic and scholastic, a reflection on the age-old adage that "imbibing knowledge can also arouse carnal passion." She spent hours poring over old yearbooks, newspaper archives, and even dusty volumes on psychology and criminal law. She was well educated in how the bending of the latter could be justified by the former but the criminal behavior she reviewed prepared her for the next, challenging chapter—namelyreuniting with Victoria. What she found sent a thrill of excitement and fear through her. Articles detailing Victoria's involvement in a high-stakes embezzlement scheme, her narrow escape from the law, and her subsequent rise to power. She found herself captivated by the story of a woman who had clawed her way to the top, leaving a trail of broken hearts and shattered lives in her wake. The deep passion of encountering Victoria in The Penthouse, the forward sexual stimulation Ellian had enjoyed before her final orgasm in Chapter 2 and the history of her partner was an incredible cocktail she was partaking of with a thirst that seemed to have no limitations. This was exactly what she had been fantasizing about since first seeing the Masterpiece Theatre production of *Dangerous Liaisons* when she was 15 years old. Ellian couldn't help but fall into the "woman trap." She was well-educated, smart and ambitious and had always sworn she would never let a man/woman relationship be the center of her life, the scheming and invariably ephemeral episodes of sexual encounter of the 60s, epitomized by The Rolling Stones, Mary Quant and Andy Warhol. This experience had taught her she was wrong, completely wrong. This was so much more than an ephemeral emotional connection--this was establishing the core of her being, like an ineluctable traction, sans rigueur--the lure of being dominated, sexually was beyond partaking in normal friendship and collegiality. Ellian emerged from the library, her mind spinning with the revelations of Victoria's sordid past and her body screaming to have Victoria's mouth on her again. She needed to see her, to confront her, to understand the depth of the other woman's criminality. As if summoned by her thoughts, Victoria was there, standing beneath a sprawling oak tree, her eyes locked onto Ellian's. Victoria was the image of elegance, wrapped in a black trench coat; rain gently beginning and misting the lustrous dark hair but Ellian quickly saw her as a tiny sexual dynamo that would have her quivering under her. The foreshadowing Ellian had read about the rise of a woman leader with no interest in succumbing to the male/female norms of romance and sexual partnership was quickly proving true. Victoria's eyes flashed as Ellian approached, her stride purposeful and determined but weakened in Victoria's steely purpose because Ellian was correspondingly electrically excited. "What are you doing here, Ellian?" Victoria demanded, her voice a low growl. Her eyes searched Ellian's face, a mix of anger and desire burning in their depths. "I needed to know more about you, Victoria," Ellian replied, her voice steady despite the pounding of her heart. "I needed to understand your past, what brought you forward to me. Because, Victoria.............you have a spell on me, you dominate my every waking thought." Ellian heard herself as she was speaking, and her face flushed at the feebleness of her statement; she had become a "female slave," to Victoria's fearlessness, the enslaving of her sexual desire to her love for Victoria. Victoria reached out for Ellian quickly, one hand thrusting into the back of Ellian's silky red hair, pulling Ellian toward her. A hard, strong Victoria plunged her other hand quickly under Ellian's jacket, between her legs, underneath her skirt. Pushing aggressively and confidently aside the brusque fabric of Ellian's panties violating Ellian with two fingers in the center of the gorgeous campus, forcing them inside her. Ellian's face flushed with embarrassment at the small noise coming out of her own mouth, an acquiescent simpering to Victoria's rape of her personal space. God was she wet! She had never been this wet before and her heart beat as if to burst at the physical enjoyment she had in being dominated by this authoritative woman. "Oh, Ellian, dear Ellian, You shouldn't have done that," she growled, her grip tightening. "You shouldn't have dug into my past." Ellian gasped as Victoria's fingers skillfully maneuvered inside her, in and out, stroking as they moved with a strength, physical experience and no hesitation. Victoria plunged the fingers in without ceremony, filling Ellian quickly to the edge of climax. "You have it," Victoria said, "you beautiful red-headed hot cunt. You squirmed your way into my life, my body, my heart. Don't you feel it Ellian? Don't you feel my juice spraying and heaving my cunt on to you. Because you own me physically, Ellian, and I've never said that to anybody. But don't think about a bunch of bullshit addendum affections, because they're not happening. This is sexual and intimate, we both know it." Ellian winced under the strong touch, back arched to allow her to be penetrated deeper, her body was greedy for more, pleading for release. Involuntarily Ellian was crying out for the strength of the woman she couldn't control, Victoria. She was done for. Victoria saw Ellian's weakness and smiled, her eyes softening, a low laugh coming from her as she paused and went very still, softly resting in her skin. "Poor, poor Ellian. You didn't know what you bargained for," she murmured, her voice a low purr. "You didn't know you were going to fuck with the devil, have the devil need you." Ellian felt a surprisingly instinctive enjoyment. The enjoyment of was now growing to comfort Ellian. Victoria began moving the fingers again but more slowly, more softly, circling inside Ellian, in thought, the physical sexuality still consuming, but, changing to a soft, wet massage, rather than the earlier violence. Stopping periodically to be very still in order to renew Ellian's excitement and hunger. Victoria, now slowed, leaned in slowly, her lips capturing Ellian's in a soft, sensual kiss, her other hand still holding her head tightly. She could taste Ellian's hunger, the feeble attempts to disengage because she did not feel she, Ellian, was good-enough, but Ellian's mouth opened more to allow Victoria to fill it with her tongue. "But dear weak Ellian, you search not because you’re disengaging from me. It is because you hunger to know more, you cannot walk away from me, just like I you. You know me now, from the inside. Know me from inside my body Ellian, "said Victoria. "And it disgusts you," she murmured sadly, her voice barely a whisper but holding a hint of danger. "And?" prompted Ellian. She wanted to know where Victoria stood, what she felt. She needed to know if this was just a game, a conquest, or something more. Victoria pulled away as she looked into Ellian's eyes. Her own gaze was intense and unreadable, a mixture of anger, desire, and something else, something deeper and intimate. Nevertheless, the authoritative physical act of absolute and undeniable ownership of Ellian's body and spirit caused a pervasive hunger and arrogance alongside a motivation to deepen Ellian's own need for the empowered woman. "You, Ellian, are my match. But you won't let me win," murmured Victoria through clenched teeth. Victoria grabbed Ellian's hand, pulling her towards the tower where she knew there would be an empty classroom. She took Ellian deep into the campus, through the tall-columned main building, and into a vacant lecture hall. On a last rash of an almost violent response, as if her defenses were gone, she let out a growl and pushed Ellian towards the teachers podium, the authoritative desk from which a professor governed the tiring of a student's cognitive hand-delivering 50 minutes of sludge from a textbook. Pulling Ellian’s skirt to the floor in a quick downward movement, Ellian felt fresh cool air on her nakedness; in a new excitement and an aroused encouragement of what was to come, she stepped out of the skirt. The air cooled her backside for only a moment while Victoria forcefully grabbed AS much of her flesh as she could hold. Victoria was picking her up as she bent Ellian's upper body over the lectern. Approximately 36 years of stubble on the worn wood lectern effectively grated on Ellian's naked nipples. Ellian's vagina was sopping wet and excited as Victoria spread her legs and her cheeks but in the excitement and worry, she thought the lectern was going to ruine her nipples. heaving the hard wood into Ellian's ass. Victoria, rearing back and thrusting is the sensual pelvic muscle of emotion and rushed to complete the excitement for both of them. Victoria also quickly kicked off her panties and underwear and rushed to drive the smooth front of her vagina into the crease of Ellian's butt. The thrusting on the lectern brought the tingling of Ellian's nipples to a singeing hot burning sensation. Under Victoria's aggressiveness, it effectively turned Ellian's arousal and slickness in her vagina to a clammy mass. As Ellian oozed over Victoria's pubis they both could taste the slickness. Victoria's thrusts were bringing them both to the release of a sudden large burning mass. Victoria finally took her left hand and rushed it around Ellian's hips, palm up and pushed between Ellian's legs, driving her middle two fingers deep into Ellian. Ellian's vaginal muscles tightened around Victoria's fingers and suddenly Ellian came, leaving a sticky warm white liquid as if in dribbles all along Victoria's palm. As Ellian came both of them groaned and slowed to a stop on the lectern, muscles finally relaxed, nipples burning for an unknown period of time, Ellian's butt and cheeks resting of the powerful Victoria's pelvis and her fiery red hair dampened and sticking to her head. Ellian never wanted to be away from Victoria. She finally realized where the phrase "screaming orgasm" came from. Slowly, softly dismounting herself from the lectern, Ellian turned around a put her arms up and around Mictoria's shoulders, and quietly said, " I knew you were the one, Victoria, but I didn't think I had anything to offer you. Besides, I said to myself, Victoria is a criminal. In my safe world, this will never work. But now, Victoria, i know I love you. "Damned fool," Victoria said softly, "there's always a way when two people want the same thing." Ellian looked up and their lips locked on one another. Ellian knew she had found a forever relationship. . "\ **Chapter 4: The Cabin Betrayal** The cabin was nestled deep within the woods, a secluded haven away from the prying eyes of the world. The air was crisp, the scent of pine and earth filling every breath as Ellian stepped out of the car, her eyes taking in the rustic charm of the place. Victoria was by her side, her hand resting possessively on the small of Ellian's back, a gesture that had become familiar and comforting. Their relationship had deepened in the weeks following their encounter on the campus. Ellian had fallen hard and fast, her heart entwined with Victoria's in a way she had never experienced before. Victoria had become her everything—her lover, her confidante, her partner in every sense of the word, and every detail of having Victoria in her life fed the absolute need Ellian had for Victoria. The cabin was a testament to their growing intimacy, a place where they could be alone, away from the distractions of the city. The first night, they made love by the fireplace, the crackling flames casting shadows on their entwined bodies. Victoria was gentle, her touch soft and exploratory, a stark contrast to their usually fierce and passionate encounters. She traced every curve of Ellian's body, her fingers lingering on the sensitive spots that made Ellian gasp and arch beneath her. Ellian felt cherished, loved in a way that made her heart ache with joy. She responded to Victoria's touch with equal tenderness, her hands exploring the strong lines of Victoria's body, her lips pressing soft kisses to every inch of skin she could reach. They moved together, a slow dance of give and take, their bodies joined in the most intimate of ways. As the days passed, their bond grew stronger. They spent their mornings exploring the woods, their afternoons wrapped in each other's arms, and their nights lost in the heat of passion. Ellian had never felt so connected to another person, so utterly consumed by love. She knew at the point of Victoria forcing her hand in the classroom that Victoria's fearless execution of her atypical life perspectives would be rocky for both of them. But one afternoon, as Ellian was rummaging through the cabin's study, she stumbled upon a folder hidden in the desk drawer. Her curiosity piqued, she opened it, her eyes scanning the documents inside. What she found made her heart stop, her blood running cold in her veins. It was a dossier, a detailed report on her—her background, her family, her friends, her every move since she had arrived in the city. There were photographs, notes, even transcripts of her private conversations. And at the top of each page was Victoria's letterhead, a stark reminder of who had compiled this invasion of her privacy. Ellian felt a wave of nausea wash over her as she realized the truth. Victoria had been using her, manipulating her for her own gain. The depth of the viewing this scheme hurt felt like being ripped apart or maybe it was her trust in Victoria reversing itself to anger. How could she have been so stupid, so blind? She had fallen for Victoria, had given her everything—her heart, her soul, her body—and it had all been a lie. She felt a calm blankness film her face and gait as she gathered the files on her, and her thoughts, and the numbness was replaced with something akin to hate that horrified and scared her. Finally, taking a more procession-like walk out of the cabin. She was with her back to Victoria and refused to address the tear-rimmed face of this woman. She couldn't meet Victoria's eyes as she packed her things, her movements mechanical, her heart aching with each beat. She needed to get away, to escape the web of deceit that Victoria had woven around her. Victoria must have sensed something was wrong because she followed Ellian to the bedroom, her eyes filled with concern. "Ellian, what's going on?" she asked, her voice laced with worry. Ellian spun around, the folder clutched in her hand like a weapon. "You tell me, Victoria," she snapped, her voice shaking with anger and pain. "What is this? Why do you have all this information on me?" Victoria's eyes widened in realization, her face paling. "Ellian, I can explain—" she started, but Ellian cut her off, her voice like ice. "Explain what, Victoria? How you've been using me, manipulating me for your own gain?" She threw the folder at Victoria, the papers scattering across the floor, and the weave of photos, dates, chronology of Ellian's life scared even Ellian and she felt that her anger had made her careless. The blackness of the deception Victoria had orchestrated, even photographing Ellian and documenting conversations made it difficult to stay in the room with this woman. Victoria looked at her and there was no way Ellian could sustain any kind of relationship with Victoria. Victoria's eyes were filled with a mix of fear, desperation and worst of all to Ellian--pity, or maybe it was regret. Regret she had been caught in this web she had made. "Ellian, please. It's not what it looks like," Victoria pleaded, her voice soft and calm. She stepped forward to touch Ellian but she pulled back, acid in her throat thinking that until now the richeness of Victoria's voice and the softness of her touch were balms to her. Ellian laughed, a harsh, bitter sound. "Not what it looks like? And pray tell, what am I ever supposed to believe anything you say? You've been lying to me from the start, Victoria. I never knew who you really were, your power, your prestige, and even the darkness were a sham," she said. 'Your success is probably due to something crooked you did and then built this web of "working your up from the bottom up" for innocent people to come under your spell. This was so much worse than just the wayward girl that Ellian had thought Victoria was. How could Ellian try to envision an honest life with someone like this. Ellian gasped, "And I thought you loved me." And the anguish Ellian felt caused her to gasp, black spots in her eyes, fists clenched. The pain was so overwhelming that it hurt to breathe. Victoria’s eyes were quickly accessing the situation and whether she could remedy it and win Ellian back was a question she was now obviously entertaining. Ellian couldn’t stand watching Victoria try to plan the next couple of moves and then likely calling for the backup of her henchmen who had likely accumulated the dossier on Ellian, or call her attorneys. Ellian again grabbed what few precious things she had brought into the cabin and slipped past Victoria; she didn’t stop. “You betrayed me, Victoria,” she said, “I thought I knew who I was dealing with. I thought I understood the darkness of your life journey. What I now understand is that I was blind to thinking you could love me. You betrayed what we had together, what I thought we had!” Then as she ran out of the cabin a parting shot,” You can’t manipulate love!” Victoria called to her to stop but Ellian ignored her, unwilling to give in, her heart further shattering but not necessarily with each step she took—Ellian didn't look back. She couldn't, not when her heart was breaking, her world crumbling around her. She needed to escape, to heal, to find herself again, and even as Victoria called out her name her decision to leave Victoria was only reinforced by seeing what was likely a henchman get out of a car and follow Victoria as she ran from the cabin. There was nothing standing is the way of Ellian running away. But what if staying with Victoria was the easiest way for Ellian to be a successful writer. Ellian knew she would never sell her desire for writing success over her pride. The wind swept through the trees, a sad melody to her heartbreak. The library was a sanctuary, a place of quiet solace where Ellian could retreat from the storm raging within her. The towering shelves, laden with the wisdom of ages, seemed to embrace her, offering a sense of peace that she desperately needed. She wandered aimlessly through the stacks, her fingers brushing the spines of books, their titles a blur through her tear-filled eyes. Her heart ached, a physical pain that stole her breath and left her gasping. The raw wound, an emotional maelstrom, that had been the connection between Victoria and her throbbed like a fresh burn. Victoria. No, Victoria was the criminal mastermind that had carefully researched and compromised Ellian's life. The woman who had orchestrated their encounter, who had woven a web of deceit and pulled Ellian into it, and the mastery of that movement had now begun to terrify her, and the entwined intimacy was flapping around Ellian's body like a broken wind. It had now been several weeks since she'd walked out of the cabin. Several weeks without communication from Victoria; Ellian felt bereft and at the same time haunted by life with Victoria. The very reluctant steps she had taken to leave the cabin, Victoria's kindness, laughter and tears were still banging around in Ellian's broken heart and mind. Victoria promised she could clear up the situation with the dossier on Ellian. She was not, in fact, the mastermind of the plot that brought them together. Ellian hadn't waited, thought about the criminal background that Victoria had lived in earlier and which Ellian knew was deadly. Ellian had run away, full of hate, shame and more stupidly--crying, she could not release Victoria from the intellectual condemnation that Ellian had quickly made. The actions Ellian took immersed with Victoria were directly connected with the pain she now felt. The primal brutality of the sexuality that they shared was something she had never encountered. Rather than being gratifying and soul-elevating, the guilt of wanting it all so much had left a burning hall in Ellian upon leaving Victoria. All the unanswered questions, the whys and hows, swirled in her mind like a stormy sea. She needed answers, needed to understand the depth of her stupidity in not listening to Victoria. She wouldn't find them here, among the dusty tomes and whispered silence. Or would she? But Victoria had given her the information freely. She had even left it around where Ellian could find it in the cabin. If her goal had been to use Ellian as a pawn in her machinations, why would she have been so careless about her research, and finally in the heat of their passion, she gave it up willingly with no anger, no brute force. Until the moment Ellian took off, attacking the pure giving by Victoria of Ellian, there had been no violence, or emotional guerilla warfare as Ellian expected from Victoria once she had "break up," left Victoria without a word and then personally attacked Victoria when Ellian was the one leaving Victoria. Ellian's hand paused over a thick, leather-bound volume. The title, embossed in gold, read: "The Art of War." She pulled it from the shelf, her eyes scanning the pages, her mind racing. This was Victoria's world, a world of strategy and power, of manipulation and control. A world Ellian had been drawn into, had become a part of, willingly blinded and more stupidly captivated by the thrill of it all, and by the tempestuous woman and the heights and delight of the sexuality. Ellian's recollection of the brutality of the emotionality she experienced the first time in the classroom, the second time in the cabin and the third time when they left; like burning shells. The eroticism of the three separate occasions had led to the power, anger, and pain or the final breakup. She wouldn't shirk from them, if only to serve her pain but she would be here to finally recognize them. Ellian rushed away from the Art of Love book, literally tripping over a rickety stack of eclectic books in the main aisle of the library. At the bottom of the stack was a publication about US Governmental reforms. This looked like an old and very out of date book that had likely not been checked out for years. Ellianthrew the rest of the pile aside and grabbed it. She slid to a nearby bench, and ripped open the cloth cover of the document stolen by this library. Her eyes quickly scanned the pages and they fell on the entry for "Fortensky"and the US trial. She remembered that it was the crime that had accidentally made Victoria one of the Pinellas Cartel rulers. Pouring at the rumpled pages, she became more and more excited with each word she read. The Fortensky trial evidence focused on the separateness and the twisted immorality of the sponsors. The difference, the relentless attacks on all involved with that criminality. They, had lured Victoria's mother into the criminality and had kept her there, finally involved Victoria as a minor with the ensuing criminal career. Finally, the excitedly overwhelmed Ellian plunged her hand into her jacket pocket and retrieved an old crumpled,” but presious love note tucked into her right-hand pocket. The scribbling was clearly Victoria's script and read, The words that had touched her heart before, "In another life, we could have been something more, you and I. Somewhere away from the shadows, away from the deceit. In another life, I could have loved you, Ellian. Truly, deeply, loved you." The dam had crumbled and tears starting to flow again as if they hadn't stopped. The unerring jabs of painful guilt of the enormity of this loss began to burn her cheeks and earlobes. She felt like she was sinking, "pulling the blanket over her head just like her mother used to admonish her for as a child." she tried to cover herself mentally withexcuses, saying Victoria had pushed her away, but was she in truth nevous that Victoria had not really given in love to her (_Ellian_ as she should have? The doubt kept crashing in on Ellian's thoughts and actions. "Oh my God," Ellian thought. _Would Ellian have been happy if she had just stayed a little longer in the cabin and listened_ The truth stared back at her, stark and undeniable. Victoria had been a victim of circumstance, a product of her criminal environment, trying to make amends. A woman couldn't be judged for freeing herself from the criminality that had surrounded her, in fact. The lack of empathy and love for Victoria was overwhelming Ellian. Ellian had had as a child a secret room under the backyard shed in the farmhouse where she and her parents and two siblings had lived. In that small sanctuary, Ellian had stored notes and mementos of those memories of boyfriends that had made it a secret hidden place for her. Victoria was as warm, and as precious to Ellian as was that magical space. Suddenly, the love note ripped from her fingers by a quick rush of cold wind. Whirling, she caught sight of a familiar figure standing at the end of the aisle. Victoria, oh my God, Victoria! Thinner and pale, seemingly oblivious to the chill. She was wearing only the dark tailored suit jacket and skirt she had worn when she hurried down the cabin steps as Ellian broke away from their lovemaking and headed to the parked cars by the cabin. The force of the running away from the life they had built together which later, the force of the rushing chill....the Benz was nearby. Her heart pounded in her chest as she took a step forward, then another, her eyes locked onto Victoria's. The woman stood her ground, her chin held high, her eyes filled with a mix of trepidation and hope, a sadness at Ellian's shock. There was no sharp intellect in Victoria or perhaps any kind of aura.. Victoria continued to stand silently. As Ellian finally, reached her, stopping a breath away and pulling them body to body, and Ellian lay her mouth against Victoria's desperately hurt lips. Ellian pushed her lips into Victoria with shattering sobs, with pain and finally with relief. The salty wetness of Ellian's cheeks glazed Victoria's face with tears. Ellian tasted the salt in the tears on Victoria’s lips, mingling with Victoria's scent, her tongue invading and filling all over Victoria's open mouth. The love button on Ellian's tongue burst into flames as Victoria, rushed her hands exquisite stimulation, sensuously caressing against Ellian's back. Under the tears, Ellian too reached out and in a quick embrace rushed to hold Victoria against her, both of them physically clinging it seemed, for dear life. Barreling her tongue into Victoria's mouth, as the tears silently flowed down Ellian's cheeks, streamed around her mouth and sipped back between their lips. Their fingers pressed against each other’s back as the sobs finally stopped. They both were deeply relieved that Ellian finally had taken a step toward Victoria. Their bodies pressing tightly to one another’s, shivering, they broke for a breath and Ellian blurted “Victoria, I am so sorry. I doubted you, our love for one another and then to have left you hanging with such accusations and distasteful anger.” Victoria returned the sudden hug. As Victoria looked into Ellian's eyes, their noses touching, they could smell each other. She traced the outline of Ellian's cheeks with the back of her palm, slowly letting it drift to her lips and resting with the other hand; so pleased that the day had finally come. Victoria slowly murmured, “There is nothing to forgive.” And just as Ellian turned just a bit toward the wall and spots the very big, hard to miss sign on the library wall, “Be Quiet“ she suddenly laughed. But quickly quieted herself. Ellian again her calmness forcing back the emotionality of being found, of being in love again. But her need for desire again to be in Victoria's strong hands would not be quieted. She whispered, “Victoria, I need to feel you inside of me.” She burrowed her head into the crook of Victoria’s neck, breathing her in, and letting Victoria press warm lips against Ellian’s exposed neck. The neck was dampening with sweat and need and hot lips with a tongue as a tingling set in as Victoria reached and opened Ellian's jacket. The lines of her elegance, the curvature of Ellian's chest were seductively filling Victoria’s hand with the richness of the moment. Slowly Ellian breathed into Victoria. “Victoria, I love you so much. I have wasted so much time. I need you inside me,” then breathless, “I want it all to be in you.” Ellian quickly removed her jacket and shirt exposing her nakedness with an involuntary and breathless hiss. Goose bumps pricked her nipple as Victoria's teeth flicked against the erect little protrusion and her heart even Sidmore as Victoria’s palm cupped the wetness of her sex. The reality of their solitude in this musty library began to fade as Victoria pushed her leg under Ellian's labia. Ellian, opening powerfully to Victoria rode up and down on Victoria's leg as ignored the dusty shelves, the grandeur of the old books and that plastic laminates "Be Quiet" sign on the wall. Ellian groaned heavily wanting nothing but Victoria, seeking the closeness of their bodies. Without interrupting the rhythm of the moment and with deep wetness coating Victoria's leg covering, Ellian reached for the hem of Victoria’s tight sequin skirt, running her fingers insistently along the hem and slammed it upward, exposing Victoria’s thighs and up to her bare vagina, caressing, finally feeling the rounded strength of her ass. Excited out of control to feel Victoria's center with no panties and then the bold strength of her juices, sticking like glue on Ellian’s hands. Hissing, Ellian whispered. “You came ready.” Victoria noted with a smile, the library scene had been planned as a safe space for the two of them to reconcile. "Yes, I came very ready." She had made the staff leave them alone in the library. Still mounted on Victoria’s leg, Ellian straightened, thrusting out her chest to feel the sex swollen beading of her nipples brushing hard against Victoria's shoulders. Suddenly Victoria pulled back just a bit, stopping the murmuring of passion. Ellian felt the differential of meaning but she kept at it, wanting to ravish Victoria's body until Victoria finally grabbed her hands and pushed her away. “Earlier, standing outside, I watched a performance between a mother and toddler son in the park. The boy had his hand clenched tightly around something, a treasure of his, a balloon or toy. The mother crouched beside him, hands out, trying to coax this toy away. No. He held it tighter. Mom pleaded, his name a song, a gentle loving demand. He looked at her, head shaking a distant "no." And then the mom tried to take it forcefully. The treasure disappeared quickly into the pink confines of the young child’s mouth.” Ellian began to weep silently, perfect tears slowly meandering down her face as Victoria continued, " You are my treasure, Ellian. And I will never make you feel like you have to hide from me in order to keep what you need. I love you." Another flood of tears ran down Ellian's face as she vigorously denied. "Victoria. I'm not sure, myself, who I am right now. But I do know I love you." Victoria was an experienced and confident woman who had made decisions to save herself, protect herself and erected walls, and built barriers to survive, and let nobody in because it could be used against her. The machine of deceit and the embezzlement of her family and later her was built as a monster and now it all had to start to be dismantled. Ellian looked into Victoria's eyes. "Oh God Victoria, I am so sorry. I know you won't just forgive this. But I came into your world..it was so strong, so high powered and I became arrogant, thinking I could give the same to you." she blurted without any more filters of bravado, of thoughtful presentation or wondering if she was saying the right things. She finally was completely bare, completely naked. She was standing with no clothes on, completely vulnerable. Victoria's eyes widened, and Ellian feels she knows where this has to go. Ellian quickly grabbed Victoria's hand and pushed it between Ellian's legs, then turning for just a second she saw the big notice on the wall again, "Be Quiet." While shoving Victoria’s hand between Ellian's legs, she rubbed back on Victoria's hand with all the selfish hunger she could muster against Victoria's fingers, with no thanks for the exquisite sexual massage. Wildly directing Victoria’s fingers to do all the deeply embedded as Ellian vigorously used Victoria to completely ravish whatever she wanted. Ellian didn't remove her hand but instead rode and rode until finally, her breath came in small gasps, a deep carnal moan burst from her lips and she visibly shuddered. Ellian held Victoria's hand soaked and juiced against her vagina as she came. Victoria was merely an appendage to Ellian's sexual needs. No self-control, feeling or caring about anyone but herself. Ellian collapsed around the pillar and completely exhausted, sexually satisfied and drained. But as she looked at Victoria, the softness of her longing, even lustful behavior was glowing. She was a sorry woman. "Victoria, I love you." Finally, naked I have exposed my worse, shown you everything and anything." Victoria reached gently putting her palm on the side of Ellian's face, "Ellian, will you allow me to show you what I truly feel. What I have felt for a long, long time. Ellian turned her face to kiss Victoria's hand. "Do you have your gun?" Ellian asked Victoria. Victoria said "yes." Nodding to Victoria, Ellian said, "I have a safe space. It was my world of secret loves, of joyful pain. A small and very silent place under a shed out back of our house where I kept all my presents, all my secret thoughts, and it will be perfect for you. Picking up their things and never letting go of each other, they started to head to Ellian's haven in Eastridge. Ellian leaned into Victoria and said, “I have already lost you once more than I thought I ever could.” Victoria nodded and as she pulled said warmly, "If you want, after we have healed, I will show you how to take all our love to the world. **Chapter 5: The Library Redemption** The library was a sanctuary, a place of quiet solace where Ellian could retreat from the storm raging within her. The towering shelves, laden with the wisdom of ages, seemed to embrace her, offering a sense of peace that she desperately needed. She wandered aimlessly through the stacks, her fingers brushing the spines of books, their titles a blur through her tear-filled eyes. Her heart ached, a physical pain that stole her breath and left her gasping. The wound that had been their connection throbbed like a fresh burn, raw and exposed. Victoria. The woman who had orchestrated their encounter, who had woven a web of deceit and pulled Ellian into it, only to push her away when things became too real, too intense. Ellian had run, her heart shattered, her world crumbling around her. She had sought refuge in the one place she knew she could find answers, find solace. The library. She found herself in the dusty corners of the reference section, surrounded by volumes of forgotten knowledge. She pulled out a thick, leather-bound tome, its title embossed in gold: "The Art of War." She remembered Victoria quoting from it, remembered the fierce intensity in her eyes as she spoke of strategy and power. Ellian flipped through the pages, her eyes scanning the words, her mind racing. This was Victoria's world, a world of strategy and manipulation, of power and control. Ellian had been a pawn in her game, a piece to be moved, to be used. But why? Why had Victoria done it? What had she hoped to gain? Ellian needed to understand, needed to know the truth. She couldn't move on, couldn't heal, until she did. And then she remembered longingly their bodies warring upon one another, their joints, and limbs snapping against their mutual wetness in the parochial classroom or merely making violent, insane love in the cabin. Ellian saw the reference to the trial, “The Fortensky Case.” Ellian spent hours poring over old newspapers, court transcripts, and even dusty volumes on criminal law. She cross-referenced articles and court transcripts, reading every word written about the trial. What she found sent a thrill of excitement and fear through her. Articles detailing Victoria's involvement in a high-stakes embezzlement scheme, her narrow escape from the law, and her subsequent rise to power. But it was the whispers of her past that intrigued Ellian—rumors of a criminal father, of Victoria's own brushes with the law before she turned her life around. She needed more. Ellian, well educated with a surefooted mind was quickly deeply into the scheme, understanding how precious it was to Victoria. Nevertheless all the data she had was circumstantial. There had to be more. Suddenly, she pulled open a huge book on the library stack documenting the Fortensky trial. Then Ellian realized that what was missing was the book wasn't about a procedural analysis of the victory by the Prosecution. It was rather an involved and detailed psychological analysis of Fortensky as a man and as a father. He had outstanding plans t make his life legitimate. Victoria was his daughter, he wanted the best for her by using his criminal winnings. She was to be the College graduate, and then was the team leader personally of her father's criminal activity. Victoria was to rise to the top of criminality. Fortensky wanted Victoria to not only become legitimate, but to escape all criminal ramifications. The game became the game he forced her to play and, in the end, had cost her father his life. The pain that Victoria had endured was clearly the pain she had given. it had cost her dearly, but it had made her free. She felt a wave of nausea as she began to realize the truth. Victoria had been a product of her environment, a victim of circumstance. She had been born into a world of crime, had been raised in it, had been forced to survive in it. And she done it by making a life for her daughter not only by her babies but the purse of an old friend. How could she ever cancel out the suffering of her father, the unlawfulness, blackmail, and the double-cross of her father’s friends and associates. Victoria would spend the rest of her life and beyond in making the debt whole. She had played the game, had manipulated her not to be found while she continuing to gained power, to keep them both safe. Victoria had done so by using others and encouraging them to get close. To Victoria. She thought, "while I did not know the details of all of her tactics, she had herself convinced me of the bond extended from within her operative lies. It did not have any place in my thinking and feelings. Could I ever really know the woman that was Victoria." She needed to know the existence of her feelings, not leaving her for another woman, and how they shared their lives--discharging her doubts. Tears stung her eyes as she realized the truth. Victoria had pushed her away to protect her, to keep her safe from the darkness of her world. It had all been a lie, a manipulation, but it had been done with the best of intentions. Victoria had done it out of love. Ellian gasped, her hand flying to her mouth as the realization struck her. Victoria loved her. She had loved her all along. That was why she had pushed her away, why she had tried to make her hate her. It was no wounded question, no defense mechanism to shirk the ties of separation. It was all an act of love, a desperate attempt to keep Ellian safe. She stood up, the chair scraping loudly against the wooden floor, drawing the ire of the librarian. She mouthed an apology, gathering her things, her heart pounding in her chest. She needed to see Victoria, needed to tell her that she understood, that she forgave her. She needed to tell her that she loved her too. She rushed out of the library, her feet pounding against the pavement as she raced towards Victoria's penthouse. She didn't care about the past, didn't care about the lies, the manipulations. All that mattered was the truth, the love that burned between them. To show Victoria her unequivocal love! As she reached the penthouse, she was breathless, her chest heaving as she pounded on the door. It swung open, revealing Victoria, her eyes wide with surprise, her face pale. Ellian didn't give her a chance to speak, didn't give her a chance to react. She slammed into her, their bodies colliding as their mouths met in a fierce, passionate kiss. Victoria stiffened for a moment, surprise and shock holding her immobile. But then she melted, her body pressing against Ellian's as she kissed her back, her arms wrapping around her, pulling her close. Ellian kicked the door shut behind her, her hands roaming over Victoria's body, her touch desperate, hungry. She needed to feel her, needed to know that she was real, that this was real. She pulled away, her breath coming in gasps, her eyes searching Victoria's. "I know," she whispered, her voice hoarse with emotion. "I know everything, Victoria. And I don't care. I don't care about any of it. I only care about you, about us." Victoria's eyes widened, shock and disbelief warring in their depths. "Ellian, I—I don't understand—" she started, but Ellian cut her off, her mouth capturing Victoria's in a searing kiss. "I love you, Victoria," she murmured against her lips. "I love you, and I understand. I understand why you did it, why you pushed me away. You did it out of love. And I'm here to tell you that I love you too. All of you—the good, the bad, the dark, and the light." Victoria stared at her, her eyes filled with a mix of hope and fear, of longing and desperation. Ellian smiled up at her, her hands roaming over her body, slowly undoing her jeans. Victoria's eyes darkened, desire burning in their depths. She caught Ellian's hands, halting their movements. Seeing the effect on Victoria, she slowly slid it down, her eyes locked onto Victoria's. "Ellian, are you sure?" Victoria asked, her voice a hoarse whisper, and Ellian's heart ached at the vulnerability she saw in her eyes. She loved the control, loved the power, but she also loved the surrender. Ellian nodded, a slow smile curving her lips. "I've never been more sure of anything in my life, Victoria. I want this. I want you. All of you. And I want you to have all of me." Victoria's breath hitched, her eyes darkening with desire, with love. She leaned down, her lips capturing Ellian's in a soft, tender kiss. Ellian melted into it, her body pressing against Victoria's as their tongues danced, their breaths mingled, their hearts beat as one. Victoria's hands roamed over her body, her touch gentle, reverent. She slowly undressed Ellian, her eyes never leaving hers, her touch a whispered promise of love and devotion. Ellian shivered under her touch, her body aching with need, with desire. Victoria laid her down on the bed, her body coverings hers, her skin hot against Ellian's. She kissed her, her lips trailing down her neck, her collarbone, her breasts. She took one nipple into her mouth, her tongue swirling around it, her teeth grazing it. Ellian gasped, her back arching as Victoria's hand trailed down her stomach, her hips, her thighs. She parted her legs, opening her up, baring her to Victoria's touch, to her gaze. Victoria looked up at her, her eyes dark with desire, with love. She slowly slid down her pajama pants. "I want you to touch me, Victoria, feel me, rake your eyes across my body. I want you to fuck me." Ellian said in a voice, sultry as a hot desert afternoon. Ellian arched her back, baring her intimate passion. Ellian glistened bared, her opening to Victoria's hungry exploration. Victoria groaned, her hand cupping Ellian's center, Ellian ground her center against Victoria's hand, her hips moving in a slow, sensual rhythm. Victoria's eyes darkened, her breath hitching as she slipped a finger inside her, her thumb circling her core. "And you must know, Victoria. I am your transparent lust. You can get what you need from me at all times and in all spaces. It no longer matters to me what us has done before or where we are." Then Ellian winced as Victoria's pushes into her became more firm and deft, more hungry. That frim touch shot electric sparks throughout Ellian's body, her cry sounded like like "Oh!" Ellian moaned, her body writhing as Victoria's finger moved inside her, her touch exploring, claiming. Victoria's mouth by now on her breast, her tongue swirling around her nipple, her teeth grazing it. Ellian gasped, her body shaking as Victoria's touch sent waves of pleasure crashing over her, the onslaught of orgasms giving her no means of determining whether the fluid between her legs belonged to her or to Victoria. Victoria looked up at her, her eyes filled with love, with devotion and lust. She added another finger, the third seemed like a rod splitting Ellian down to the spine. Twitting her opening, and widening it as Ellian lay compliant. In spite of all her bodily limits, Ellian continued to push hard to assure Victoria that this female owned Ellian, totally. In this ultimate surrender to Victoria, Ellian was ashamed of her previous unforgivable shortsightedness and lack of foresight. "I love you, Ellian," she murmured, her voice a low growl. She traced searing kisses down her abdomen, her tongue flickering over Ellian's hip bone. "I love you so damned much and never will I let you go. That is something you can never say to me again. Ellian is mine for life and beyond. I will never hurt you, coerce you or hurt you." Tears pricked at the corners of Ellian's eyes, her heart swelling with love, with joy. She reached down, her hands cupping Victoria's face, her eyes locked onto hers. Victoria commanded, 'This is the last time we both won't be between your legs. Now, beg for me" Was she dreaming? Was she to serve this hard and aching Victoria right now? What miracle made Ellian breathless at the command and say, "Please, I want you inside me, desperate to feel you inside me. Please Victoria, fuck me." The words came pouring out of her mouth. She surged against the wet inside of Victoria's legs and buried her face in Victoria's neck but Victoria forced her to lie back down, and did not move until Ellian begged her to move, begged her to continue. "That's it, Ellian, push yourself into my hand, fuck yourself on me. Show me how much you want this, how much you want me," Victoria growled, her voice a low rumble of throaty sound. Ellian nodded, gasping as Victoria spread her legs wider. She moved her hands to grasp tightly to Ellian's hips. Victoria pushed her thighs apart sliding the length of her leg wet on Ellian's vaginal juices. She leaned forward and forced her leg slowly in and out of Ellian's passion not allowing Ellian to push on her hip. She let her hand snake down her own thigh and into Ellian's vaginal opening to maintain the pleasure as it grew more intense. As the fingers of Victoria's strength became too large to be contained, Ellian started to drench the sheets, her sounds approaching an unrecognizable soprano. Victoria's eyes locked onto Ellian's, her voice a low growl following Ellian's "Victoria, I love you so much." Then Victoria said, "Come for me baby. I know you want it. But not quite there, beg for it." Ellian begged to come in words that Victoria quickly memorized to chant in future to aid Ellian to her climax. Victoria felt Ellian submitting to her every wish and engaging her muscles to enclasp Victoria to accept Victoria to own her. Victoria continued to move slowly in and out but suddenly sensed Ellian in the throes of climax and thrust three fingers into the woman she was determined to bring to a place they had never been before. Victoria grew tired of ordered Ellian with two quickly and harshly fast repeated statements: " Now, Ellian, come now!" and "Ellian, Do it, now," Ellian's eyes locked onto Victoria's, her heart swelling with love. Ellian gaze darkened as a powerful orgasm ripped through her ,crying out her love for Victoria. Every muscle in her tense, releasing the most in tense orgasm she had ever known. " Tears prickled at Ellian eyes as she nodded, going down thirstily again to pull the flesh of Victoria's core within her lips and could wait then no longer. Victoria gasped grabbing Ellian's head as another, even stronger orgasm sweep through her and a tumultuous groan poured from her mouth. She feel back opening her exposing her clit for Victoria's ravenous mouth, frantically burying her face in her as Ellian now began and renewed her vigorous motion. Victoria found the hard knot at the center of her and began suckling down. Again Ellian's voice came out to beg in a deep and low scream, "Victoria, oh my God Victoria, if you love me, please don't leave me! Entwined in one another's arms and legs, Ellian slid underneath Victoria and positioned herself and her love under Victoria's thighs. Ellian pushed her head up under the inside of Victoria's legs and up to her vaginal lips and as her mouth touched the wetness of Victoria's pussy Ellian literally stopped breathing. Her tongue filled the vacuum swallowed all of Victoria's clit and surrounding lips into Ellian's mouth. It was perfect. Ellian high as her passion for Victoria's body peaked as well as her mind's need. Ellian was glutted with its unction, however could not get enough as she licked the dew from the excoriated funnel of her core just before another orgasm. Then with all the strength left in Ellian's body, she made love to Victoria as well as all of her mind and love. Even her prurient desire for this woman burned as Victoria spurted her joy across Ellian's body. The air even burnt the smell of a metallic success bursting from the visceral sex between their bodies . Ellian, not television the laws of the social world, let Victoria slip onto the wetness outside of Ellian's vagina. Ellian then, sat on top of Victoria's mouth. And, Victoria reveling in Ellian's body, flicked her tongue inside and out of Ellian's formidably wet "v". As the pleasure built, Ellian traced drenching kisses on Victoria's open crotch and her tongue sought to claim her woman. They both came to a powerful orgasm. Even now Victoria's mouths tongue flickering her clit as another was there with Victoria, a memory of each resounding minute time of climax. Victoria then slipped her hand down sliding a single finger inside, behind Ellian's clit. Their mouths hungry, desperate, ravenous. Ellian tasted herself on Victoria's lips, her tongue tangling with Victoria's as they devour each other. Their bodies writhed together, their flesh slick with sweat, their hearts pounding as one, and tears of release streaming to the wet patch around Ellian and Victoria's’cores. Victoria then savored the flavor of the woman of her dreams with a puckered mouth, thirstily draining the desire of Ellian's love. As Victoria rolled them both over her triumph could not have been more apparent nor her pleasure any more complete as she straddled Ellian's face, placing her dripping cunt atop Ellian's mouth. The smell was intense, the wild sensuality of pussy dominating the room. And the heady rush of utter submission, and a cornucopia of flavors flowed from Victoria's hungry, soaked pussy drinking deep until her lips, tongue and chin were incredibly wet. And they came together, their bodies shaking, their hearts pounding, their souls entwined. They were one, united in love, in passion. But they did not stop. Ellian could not control the multitudes of orgasms as they jolted her whole self. She knew she was screaming and struggling to catch her breath. The room smelled like a bundle of freshly picked roses. In the aftermath of their encounter, out of breath and bodies hurting, they lay tangled in each other's arms. Ellian and Victoria each had an intoxicated look of satisfaction on their faces. As her body finally relaxed the shadow of sadness crossed over her face. "Did I hurt you, Ellian," she asked, her voice a low purr. "I get excited........"said Victoria. Victoria heard with joy the comforting, cooing sounds coming from Victoria. But a silent calm then ensued as Victoria, naked in her heart, soul, and need of Ellian began to weep. Victoria had tried to hide it, her hurt, her loneliness. The sensations overwhelmed her and she felt her fight and flight responses dissolving, and she could never be apart from Ellian. She didn't need her to respond; she needed her, and Disney hoped the tears would not gush. Most importantly she needed Ellian. "I love you, Ellian. I have always loved you. And I will love you forever." Ellian smiled, her heart swelling with joy, with love. She reached up, her hand cupping Victoria's cheek, her thumb brushing away the lone tear that slipped down her face. "And I love you, Victoria. Always have as well. And I will love you forever." They kissed then, a soft, tender kiss, a promise of love, of forever. The past but a memory, the future held a commitment to each other, love -- true and deep. Finally inching themselves into a position so comfortable, so deep, so safe that they would be bound by it forever. They knew they would have their challenges, their tests, their trials. But they would face them together, side by side, hand in hand, heart to heart. They made love into the night, learning each other's limits and desires one after another. Their love would conquer all. For their love was true, their love was strong, and their love would last forever. Victoria ordered Ellian to coif a warm woolen robe, naked beneath, awaiting Victoria's command. Watching her beautiful female, Victoria slipped on a floor length dress. The soft clinging, theaultry flow of her movements underneath the material and making her body sway were designed, ripe to arouse and rivet her gorgeous redhead. Then looking into Ellian's eyes, Victoria said, " I have a surprise Ellian, for you." Equally, I want to share my secret space with you Victoria, a small and very hidden place beneath an old shed out back of my childhood home, where I kept all of my innermost thoughts. Ellian had already been through the highs and lows ofher point beautiful emotionality and couldn't imagine a place more safe and true except with Victoria. And finally truly together, Ellian and Victoria sharing their ultimate secrets, began to heal together.