Morrigan lay sprawled out across the couch in her usual loungewear mildly exhausted, a day spent either fighting or fielding the entire reorganization of a hab-block on deck six so the women could have somewhere comfortable to stay kept her up to the late hours of the night, if night were a thing in space.
The only sounds in her living room was Skoll’s calm, restful breathing as he lay on the floor across the length of the curved sofa and the sound of running water as Nora showered. Having returned to the pirate ship, Nora spent the better of the evening disabling traps and organizing a trustworthy flight crew, entrusting the ship''s behavior to a young mechanic named Koda who Nora claimed she knew from childhood. That being the case, Nora was covered head to toe in grease, rust and sour smelling chemicals by the time she returned.
The ship-wide decree was well received, the crew being used to her own issues, found it easy to accept adding additional women to the list of those to avoid physical contact with. It helped that the women were all willing to have their photos taken even though Sister had already cataloged their biometrics as well as still framed images from various cameras.
Morrigan couldn''t help but smile as she recalled how Vii’ona smiled brightly for her picture, being cheery as could be as if she had completely forgotten the horrible life she had just escaped. Oddly, thinking about Vii’ona’s brunette hair, Morrigan had a sudden craving for pretzels. The desire confused her since the last time she had pretzels was back on Earth, yet now, all she could think about was the crunch between her teeth that pretzels gave.
The door to her quarters suddenly opened, pulling her away from her new fixation as she looked up towards the door. Walking through wearing a simple Eskarii tunic and comfortable pants, something her brother had once worn, was the familiar teal hair of Mo’Emori waving to Xol who stood guard outside of the door. “Hey!” Morrigan said as she stretched, giving Mo’Emori a lazy wave as her hands stretched past the arm of the sofa.
“Comfy, ?arai?” Mo’Emori mused as she let the door close behind her and stepped towards the lounging Morrigan.
She grunted in response, nodding adamantly as she sat up to make room for her Eskarii friend. “Yeah, today''s just been exhausting.”
Mo’Emori plopped down on the couch with an equally exhausted sigh, “You''re telling me. I''ve been away from home so long I forgot how much energy young Eskarii can have. It still makes me miss my sisters though, and Mem-eni Helen- and everyone else,” she says wistfully as she leaned back into the cushion behind her and closing her eyes.
Morrigan chuckled softly at that, remembering how energetic Tali and Jae''ron could be. She could only imagine how much baby Emery would terrorize Torvil and Jen, especially since Jen was pretty active herself which did not bode well to the genetic time bomb their child was.
“How is she?” Morrigan inquired thoughtfully.
The gentle snort and wide stretched smile Mo’Emori gave told her everything she needed to know. “She''s wonderful. I can see why April saw her like a little sister. She got very talkative too once she calmed down, going on and on about how amazingly clean the Archangel is and how pretty the half-Eskarii are,” Mo’Emori stated in tired amusement.
Morrigan smiled at that, being told what she already knew only made the accomplishment of rescuing those women all the more real and meaningful. “And the others?” she followed up.
The breath she let out didn''t surprise Morrigan as she watched her ears shift downward slightly, “They''re adjusting slowly. I think being together helps but that lady, April, told them all what you said to her. Most of them are hesitant of us still but there''s a few who seem interested, they even took time to speak to some of our people while I kept Vii-ona company. April herself seems pretty driven to join though.”
Morrigan understood what she meant. It had taken a long time for her to adjust to her place within the Inquisition after escaping Castile V. “Yeah… they just need time,” She said softly before leaning against Mo’Emori and resting her head on her shoulder.
“You know ?arai, you were amazing today, in a scary way but also in a very sweet way,” Mo’Emori commented pointedly, her tone shifting to the same caring tone she used back on Earth the day she broke down.
Morrigan snorted at the slightly, “I don''t know about that. I just… did what I''m good at doing…” she said as she held out her hand in front of both of them and called small crimson claws around her fingers, flexing her hand to highlight her point. Once her point was made, she recalled her power and tucked her hand in between her knees for comfort.
“That''s not true, Mori,” Mo’Emori exclaimed quietly before shifting herself over and sat facing her darling human friend. Morrigan groaned indignantly, being forced to move and position herself to lean against the back of the couch to listen to what Mo’Emori had to say.
“Fighting Azuhcu’ach made me nervous, especially when he broke your weapon, but the fact that you did everything to maintain the code of honor the Marmuro’k expect from a chieftain, and manage to win was… beautiful,” she watched as Mo’Emori’s cheeks began to flush slightly as she said the word beautiful and pinching the tips of her fingers as she fidgeted nervously. “But what you did for those Marmuro’k, sparing them and giving them hope… that was truly amazing, Mori, and with these women?”
“You did everything you could to make them feel safe, even if you let your anger show, you made sure that their safety and comfort was your number one priority. Then how you handled Vii’ona…” She said wistfully, “Just how patient and sweet you were with her just to ensure she calmed down was just absolutely amazing.” Morrigan listened to the pitch in Mo’Emori’s voice shift, heightening as she reached the crescendo of her point as the tips of her ears turned a deep shade of pink that matched her flushing cheeks. Morrigan didn’t know why she blushed as she spoke, but she found that she adored it, finding it utterly adorable.
However, what really drew her in was how Mo’Emori looked at her. The glassy sheen of her golden yellow eyes bringing back the same memory of before when she looked inward towards Morrigan as she hid underneath Dr. Yuma’s end table. It was a look of unadulterated care, a look that had once been so alien to her that only one other person had ever looked at her in such a way. Morrigan couldn’t help but think there was a difference though, something far more tender and veiled.
Her memory suddenly shifted, taking her back to the visage of the quirky alien woman running towards her as Morrigan stood within the Cathedral. The way Mo’Emori bit her lower lip just before pulling Morrigan towards her and kissing her. The moment had caught her off guard at the time, leaving her bewildered but now she found her gaze resting on Mo’Emori’s soft pink lips, and something deep inside her stirring; something carnal, primal, as she couldn''t look away.
Mo’Emori blushed even deeper as she noticed Morrigan staring, tilting her head curiously in an attempt to glean what those red eyes were thinking about. The scent of the Eskarii drifted to Morrigan''s nose causing that feeling to flare. The smell of burning ozone was so familiar that it caused a subtle spike of fear that was quickly drowned by the new feeling she felt, worrying if it was her more primal side demanding for the woman''s blood. It wasn''t though, the only thing Morrigan knew in that moment with absolute certainty was that all she desired was to feel the woman''s lips once more, feeling every other emotion became buried beneath the rising demand. Guilt, fear, anxiety, joy, it all became a need as Morrigan slowly raised her hand to the woman''s cheek.
She could feel Mo’Emori’s heart race through her palm, the hyper-tempo rhythm exhilarating the growing fire that burned throughout Morrigan’s body as her thoughts became distant and formless. As much as she tried, the only thing she could focus on was the shade of bright golden yellow her eyes were, and the glossy sheen that gently coated Mo’Emori’s slowly separating lips.
“Mori?” her name coming to her as if spoken from a great distance, the resonant tone one of confusion as the visage of the first Eskarii she could ever call a friend came closer, the first woman she had ever truly felt anything for.
The sharp, nervous inhale Mo’Emori let out only served to stir her carnal instinct. From an ever so slight touch to something tender met with no resistance, their lips connected long and passionately as both women savored every moment of their kiss. A bottom lip moved, consuming the other and fueling the growing passion and fervor building in Morrigan, like an all-consuming hunger that only became more rapacious and predatory as a soft, vibrant moan escaped the beautiful Eskarii before her.
Mo’Emori squeaked into a moan as Morrigan shifted closer, standing above her on her knees and placing both hands on her cheeks while never letting her lips go. Mo’Emori had no idea how to feel as her emotions ran rampant. Part of her wanted to freak out, worried about the many lines that had been crossed yet, she had desired for this moment for so long, years she had yearned for her Mori and now that the moment had become reality, her tumultuous joy and blissful pleasure was overshadowed by autonomous instinct. Her body responded to every movement, feeling herself lean into Morrigan’s grasp as her hands trailed up the dense fabric of her tank top, her fingers inching around the small of her back and pulling her closer, enticing a deep, shuttering breath for the human woman she pined for.
Morrigan couldn’t stop herself as her tongue pierced the threshold of Mo’Emori’s lips, gliding along the woman’s deliciously sweet tongue until they became tangled within her mouth. Her fingers trialed down the length of her darling Eskarii’s neck, the hard, rapid pulses that echoed through her veins and into Morrigan’s core only served to instigate the madness within her, her palm sliding down the soft fabric of Mo’Emori’s shirt to send her on her back and give in to the instinctual need to dominate.
Instead, Mo’Emori wrapped her fingers around the back of Morrigan’s neck, refusing to let either of them part even for a moment as she was spurred into her own instinctive behavior. Her tongue resisting Morrigan’s until she invaded Morrigan’s own mouth. Mo’Emori squeaked in surprise before a shuttering breath broke up her loud moan as her tongue met one of Morrigan’s sharp, smooth fangs.
“Pretty hot, right?” came a voice beside them that caused Mo’Emori to yelp.
“Oh, Goddesses!” she panicked as she turned to see Nora’s sinister smile beside both of them, attempting to jump backwards only to be caught by her arm from behind, Nora having slipped her arms around each of them while distracted. Mo’Emori turned every shade of red possible from embarrassment as well as realizing that Nora was completely naked, her bare shoulders and cleavage on display as she leaned over the back of the sofa.
Watching the perky Eskarii blush only instigated her teasing grin as she refused to let her flee. She turned to her lover who had been utterly silent to find a pair of unnaturally dilated crimson eyes staring into her own icy blue eyes. Nora recognized what she saw; the feral, predatory look Morrigan had when she lost herself to lust or violence, staring intently with her lips parted just enough to highlight the peeking tips of her fangs. “Damn, I am thoroughly impressed…” Nora stated in a sultry, teasing tone as she looked back to Mo’Emori, who looked between both women with wide uncertain eyes.
She could feel her addled lover move closer, aiming to take hold of her newest prey before her head was yanked back as Nora turned sharply back to Morrigan who released a soft hiss. It was not a sound of pain, but of pleasure as a sharp cracking moan escaped her lips as Nora’s grip tightened around her hair. “Oh no you don’t,” she said sharply, her tone admonishing before Nora leaned closer to her love, her lips hovering just far enough to entice the reaction she wanted. Morrigan tugged against the handful of hair that held her back, her desire for Nora only adding to the maddening emotions she felt, the need to feel her love’s lips against her own, to taste her flesh slowly overpowering her senses.
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“You’ve been a naughty girl, starting this without me. So, you’re going to wait your turn,” Nora whispered seductively before turning her attention back to Mo’Emori as Morrigan let out a cracked, wordless cry; one of her hands wrapping around her forearm in a pleading motion for her to give into her desires, and her other trying to fit into Nora’s firm grasp.
“I’m…I, uh…” Mo’Emori murmured, attempting to formulate a defense as she met Nora''s calculating gaze. She could feel Nora’s hand slide across her shoulders, the tips of her fingers up her neck and across her throat until they firmly grabbed each side of her jaw. Mo’Emori was at Nora’s mercy as her body followed her wordless command. Whether it was fear or desire, Mo’Emori was unsure. She knew she cared about Nora deeply, almost as much as Morrigan but something in that moment told her not to run but to give in, that her fears were not of Nora’s wrath, but the taboo notion Nora offered. Leaning up to meet Nora’s gaze, her body effortlessly being guided by her hand, unburied a deep seeded desire to be a part of something she never had; the love Nora and Morrigan felt for one another.
Nora leaned closer, the exotic elf-like woman finally in her grasp as she heard her lover’s breath hitch as she watched their interaction. Looking deeply into Mo’Emori’s eyes to see the unbridled desire behind them as she smiled sinisterly, “I warned you, didn''t I? Until my shoulder healed.” Nora gently moved the shoulder that connected to a restrained Morrigan, emphasizing a promise made weeks before.
Mo’Emori trembled slightly as she let out a deep breath of anticipation, remembering what it was Nora had said as she glanced at the intensely focused Morrigan, who watched them both in expectation. “Don’t look at her, she has to watch us,” Nora demanded gaining her attention. Without further prompt, Nora leaned in and kissed Mo’Emori deeply, eliciting a moan from both women; one as she fell into the fervent, heated passion and the other, forced to watch in ecstasy of jealous, feral desire.
Morrigan shivered in enraptured pleasure as she watched the two women of her heart make out passionately, her own desire for both of them screaming at her to take them both yet trapped by a sadistic method that only drove her maddening feelings over the edge as each movement tugged her hair as she ran her own hands down her body, stimulating her nerves like electricity.
She watched as Mo’Emori fell into step with Nora’s sexual rhythm, extending her neck back as her girlfriend’s lips trailed down her jawline, her eyes hazily locking onto Morrigan''s and letting out a blissful moan as Nora’s tongue and teeth latched onto the side of her neck. Mo’Emori’s fingers dug into Nora’s short hair as she cupped the back of her head and leaned in, heady breaths escaping her as Nora proceeded to mark her with focused determination.
Nora could feel her lover shudder, tightening her grip and forcing her to moan loudly as she pulled her closer. She turned to see the entranced gaze she wanted, her red eyes pleading for attention as Nora pulled away from the gorgeous elf-like woman.
Nora moved closer, enough to stir the helpless desire as she slowly pulled Morrigan’s head back as she stood to her full height, exposing herself to both women.
She watched both of them drink the sight of her in as she shifted her hands to both sides of her lover’s face, redirecting her attention. “Are you ready to behave?” Nora asked softly as her face drew closer, gently holding Morrigan’s face an uncomfortable, tantalizing distance. “If you be a good girl, I’ll give you exactly what you want,” she added in a sultry tone, making her girlfriend shiver as her subdued mind processed her words. Morrigan may have been the epitome of presence in the real world, the ever present embodiment of raw power and domination, but the bedroom was Nora’s playground in which she ruled. Morrigan nodded dumbly in her hands, earning a sly, accomplished smirk from Nora before she gently pulled her closer, maintaining full control as she stopped Morrigan’s approach just far enough for Nora to gently, and seductively, drag her tongue against her lips.
The heady moan Morrigan let out as her own tongue gave chase only to miss, spoke of the delicate balance Nora dealt with as Morrigan’s primal urges nearly swayed into feral assertion before falling back into submission. “Good, now go lay on the bed and don’t move,” Nora commanded with a winning smile.
Mo’Emori watched wide eyed as everything unfolded before her, Skoll groaning indignantly for being disturbed as Morrigan stepped off the couch and made her way for the bedroom with a level of obedience she never imagined from the young woman. Then there was the master control over every moment Nora seemed to hold that caused a chill to run down her spine, to excite her and stoke the fires of her arousal as Nora turned her gaze back towards her. Mo’Emori looked down at the hand she held out and back up to Nora’s icy blue gaze as the thrill of unknown expectations came over her.
Taking her hand, Nora carefully led her around the sofa, Mo’Emori ‘s wandering eyes couldn’t help but inspect every curve, every scar that highlighted her intrinsically honed body. As if knowing she had been looking, Nora quickly moved behind her, guiding her through the doorway, increasing her aroused anxiety of not knowing what to expect only for her to see Morrigan leaning against the massive headboard, her expression one of anticipation as she anxiously rubbed her palms down her thighs.
Morrigan watched as her mastermind of a love guide her beloved Eskarii into the room with hungry eyes, unable to sit still as her every instinct told her to seize the woman for herself but Nora told her to behave. She hated being told what to do, something inside her screaming that she was the Alpha, not Nora, yet there was something special about obeying her love’s command, something taboo and contradictory to her very nature that made the their love all the more exhilarating.
With a gasp, she watched Nora seize Mo’Emori by the hair as soon as the door locked behind her, standing behind her Eskarii as she held her close. The possessiveness on display infuriated Morrigan’s inner being as a low growl escaped from her throat, surprising herself. Nora tsked her as she brushed Mo’Emori’s hair away from her neck to reveal her icy stare of disappointment.
Her fingers dug into her legs under Nora’s oppressive gaze, leaning back further into the headboard behind her. “Hands up, precious,” Nora commanded, watching as Morrigan obeyed without little resistance. She knew eventually she would cross the threshold of control over her love, that eventually Morrigan wouldn’t be able to contain herself any longer but Nora planned on dragging it out as long as possible.
She raised her hand towards her fevered lover and called to her magic, frost coating her hand as ice began to form across Morrigan’s wrists, thickening overtime until her hands became bound to the headboard before she increased the density to the likeness of steel. Morrigan squirmed under the icy chill that radiated through her wrists letting out a gasping moan as she looked up at each of her hands. Nora knew it wouldn’t truly restrain her, yet the act would serve its purpose.
Morrigan was forced to watch as her girlfriend began groping Mo’Emori, rubbing her hand up the Eskarii’s thigh before crossing up her stomach until she found her small yet supple breasts through the tunic she wore. Instigating breaths of bliss from the teal-haired woman, Nora’s lips latched onto her neck forcing her to moan as she leaned back against her naked body all the while moving her said to the side by her hair.
Mo’Emori watched as Morrigan’s breathing became more rapid, shifting her hips as she squirmed as she watched what Nora did. She never thought she would ever see the level of desperation on her face but couldn’t help but find it exquisite and beautiful. To know that Morrigan wanted her just as she wanted her; both women, only made the experience all the more special and enticing as Nora handled every inch of her chest. She wanted to see more. She wanted Morrigan to feel the same way she felt for all the years she had known her, how much she longed for her as the Federation tore them apart before they could even begin.
Mo’Emori watched her eyes as she slowly untied the string that tightened the tunic around her neck letting the shirt loosen for Nora. She could feel the woman grin against her neck as she caught on, pulling away just far enough for her to turn and kiss her, her lips dancing passionately against Nora’s as they held one another closer.
Neither woman paid no mind as Morrigan struggled against her restraints, her mind too clouded to properly use her power to shatter the ice around her wrists as she watched Nora waste no time slipping Mo’Emori’s shirt off revealing perfect, perky breasts only to be blocked by Nora as she began kissing and dragging her tongue down her chest.
The way Mo’Emori caressed Nora’s head as she watched her trail down her chest told Morrigan just how into it she was, jealousy spiking through her system and reinforcing the maddening hormones she was feeling. All she wanted was to be part of it, to have both Nora and Mo’Emori and yet, she knew she had to behave, that she should behave despite wanting to disobey Nora and take them both.
Nora became the center of attention as both women watched her tongue trail down Mo’Emori’s stomach, gracefully lowering herself as her fingers untangled the cord that kept her pants on.
Mo’Emori ran her fingers through Nora’s hair, breathing sharply as she felt her pants fall to the floor, revealing her sex to the blonde that knelt down before her. By the shuddering gasp she heard, Morrigan could see her exposure as well, making her smile before an expertly guided tongue met the soaked, tender flesh.
Morrigan whimpered as she shifted, squeezing her thighs tightly together in an attempt to smother her searing core that burned white-hot. Hearing Mo’Emori moan as Nora pulled her hips against her tongue was nearly too much for Morrigan as an entranced moan slipped through her lips. She had always known Eskarii were anatomically the same with humans but she didn’t expect Mo’Emori to be so perfect, and to see Nora take dominion over her was nothing short of ethereal.
Reflexively, Mo’Emori rocked her hips as she held Nora’s head which only encouraged her, the sound of sucking and lapping of Mo’Emori’s clit resonating throughout the room before the Eskarii’s moans drown it out.
Before either woman could react, Nora sprang up from between her legs and expertly bent Mo’Emori over the bed, too lost in the moment to resist and landing before Morrigan whose feet shifted across the bed in discomfort as she watched her gasp in surprise.
The look on the gorgeous Eskarii woman''s face was that of pure bliss as Nora plunged her fingers into her soaked, tight sex. Her back arched instinctively as she let out a shuddering moan before Nora masterfully found the right buck bundle of nerves that made Mo’Emori seize in incredible pleasure.
Morrigan watched as her girlfriend rocked back and forth, shifting Mo’Emori ever so closer as Nora edged her fingers deeper inside soliciting a new rhythm of heady moans and breaths.
Nora could feel the slowly rising climax she was leading to, leaning forward to grip the back of Mo’Emori’s head that had she had buried in the blanket and forced her to look up, to be in full view of her desperate lover. The angle only served her as she pushed as deep as she could go, massaging her own clit as she felt her tighten around fingers.
Her mind was at the edge of losing all restraint as she watched Mo’Emori’s breathing ceased, her golden eyes locking with her own hazy crimson eyes as she wordlessly said her name before Mo’Emori shuddered violently and let out a long piercing moan; Nora too moaned in blissful agreement as she felt her hand become drenched in the sticky spoils of her craft.
The satisfied grin on Nora’s face as Mo’Emori slumped forward on the bed caused crimson energy to crackle down her arms, the sharp cracking of dense ice catching her lover’s attention as she gently pulled out of the heavy breathing Eskarii. “You can come here now,” Nora stated seductively with her own glassy gaze as she held up her honey soaked hand.
With haste, Morrigan shattered the binding ice with ease and crawled across the bed towards her with wide, expectant eyes. Nora couldn’t help but snicker as she guided her girlfriend onto her knees, helping her balance on the edge of the bad as she grabbed ahold of her chin. “You were such a good girl, love, I’m proud of you,” she said in addled amusement before kissing Morrigan deeply.
Morrigan made out with Nora with reckless abandon, long neglected and forced to watch her lover pleasure another woman they both felt for but the moment she was about to lose herself to her own instincts, Nora pulled far enough away to whisper, “You deserve a treat…” showcasing her coated fingers.
Without an initial thought, Morrigan sat on her ankles and opened her mouth, sticking her tongue out in demand as Nora used her tongue to guide her fingers.
Mo’Emori recovered just in time to sit up and watch Morrigan take Nora’s fingers in her mouth and persistently take every drop of her orgasm off her fingers. Soft and blissful moans escaped her as she took the entire length of her fingers, savoring the taste of what she desired for the past six years.
Nora withdrew her fingers as she pulled Morrigan close for one final, impassioned kiss. “Its about time we broke our new girl in… Now kiss her,” she commanded wistfully and watched Morrigan turn to Mo’Emori without question, her mind too addled to respond as she tangled herself in Mo’Emori’s arms, the moment she had been dying for as her new lover wasted no time following along.
The three of them spent the rest of the night sharing their love for one another through blissful, impassioned sex; a love bound by time and desire. For Morrigan, it was love at first sight; for Mo''Emori, it was love earned through hardship and shyness that was forced across time and for Nora, it was a love for adorable chaos and power that claimed stars. From that moment forward, they would be three.