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Even as Nimueh turned away from Dante, she felt a cold set of flesh press against her as the Queen tried to comfort her, pressing against her skull. As soon as she was back in control of her emotions and her facade, she turned and faced the Queen again, smiling at her, explaining it. But she could not for the life of her explain to Dante why she had not mentioned it ahead of it. When was there time? When would she have mentioned it? As soon as they had first come upon each other on the beach?

Oh hi stranger, I have this weird birth defect in which I tire easily and my skin breaks easily and it takes me forever to heal so you should let yourself get hurt so I can just stand in the background and watch you all fight this bear.

Yes. Nimueh could see it now - that would have gone over really well. It would have spoken really well about her personality and aims and goals and loyalty. Or not. The reason Nimueh did not mention it before was because she made it a point not to. It was her one weakness, the one thing that others could use to exploit her. And sure, now they knew that she was smart and wise and was useful... But they had needed fighters to defeat the bear. What would they have thought of her if her first few words to them were of her own weakness? It simply would not do. And so Nimueh had made a habit of it - just not telling anyone. It was something that she had come to terms with in her own life, and she had grown used to the pain that her affliction brought to her - if she had come to terms with it, everyone else would have to as well. As the Iberianess fell silent the Queen spoke again, devoting herself to Nimueh's well being. 'Well spoken, but that will not change my mind on caring for you. Whatever it is we will call ourselves, together or apart, will never change my efforts to make sure you are safe and in good health. I owe you that just as your Queen, whatever else I have to give comes from my heart.' Nimueh cocked her head and did not miss her opportunity to change the topic of the conversation. There was no reason to dwell on what had happened anyway - Dante could do nothing to make Nimueh's flesh heal faster, nor could she always keep her from harm. It was a sweet thought that the Queen desired the ability to do such things, but it was wishful thinking, nothing more.

And so, Nimueh had swept away Dante's thoughts from Nimueh's wounds and onto one of the things that the delicate Iberianess excelled at - sexual advances. She had rubbed against her, her tongue escaping to trade a line up Dante's jawline and nipped at her ear, and was quickly rewarded with a purr that rumbled against her though the Queen jumped when Nimueh's incisors squeezed her flesh, nearly enough to break the skin but not quite. Words fell from her maw that redirected the conversation onto Dante, but the fae knew that conversation would not hold up - not when Nimueh had opened this door. 'It is quiet and can be rather lonesome, but I cease to find myself amazed at the feat we accomplished. And quite frankly I believe my little sister might have more expertise on the subject of ruling than I.' Silently, Nimueh nodded and backed up a step respectively with Dante speaking about her sister. The miniature version of Dante was stubborn, bullheaded, and full of personality - not the typical qualities of a leader, but she seemed like one that Nimueh would enjoy following. Though the view she had received following behind Dante surely had no equal - the way her ass swayed to and fro with each stride mesmerized the vixen. It was well formed and smooth, but her muscling showed through as well and Nimueh wanted nothing more than to... Well... Now she was getting ahead of herself.

'There are many things to think on like alliances, recruiting, and rankings. There are very few of us now and our only newcomer was a young lady, a mere babe, and I have not seen the likes of her since that first meeting. But let us not focus on the trivialities of work that consume my mind in the day, for now you are my mind only thought…' Nimueh smirked and narrowed her gaze, sweeping her form to right in front of Dante, batting her lashes flirtatiously before laughing lightly. "I do try to stay on your mind, and it pleases me that I have not failed in my endeavors..." She murmured her words quietly. 'I feel as if I know very little of your true expertise.' Nimueh closed her eyes and released a purr of her own as Dante licked at Nimueh's audette, and nipped it as Nimueh had done onto her. 'Care to explore?' Nimueh nodded and opened her lids, her nares slipping under Dante chin and lifting it so that Nimueh could inhale the femme's sweet and potent perfume that lingered by her jugular furrow. "Oh, and what a shame it is indeed that you have not yet experienced my skills, my Queen, for I will serve you well. I will service you well. As for exploring..." Nimueh gently grasped the loose flesh on the side of the Queen's jowls and pulled, making Dante turn her head so that she would be forced to watch what Nimueh was doing.

First, she slipped her right front limb around Dante's left, locking their bodies together, and leaned against her. And then her tail curled over Dante's dorsum and danced down her midline, slowly working its way around the curve of her hip, her buttock, and finally it fell between her limbs and slowly pulled upward, rubbing against her. Nimueh released her grip on Dante and leaned upward, her nares running over first one lid and then the other. "Don't move an inch, my dear. And do not open your eyes." Nimueh trotted away a brief way and grabbed a plant - yarrow - an aphrodisiac. Not that she needed it, but it would only serve to heighten both of their senses, making them both more sensitive. Returning swiftly, she chewed a bit of it and forced her way into Dante's maw, her tongue probing until she pushed her way between Dante's lips and rubbed the ground herb upon Dante's gums. "... Don't... Peak. And as I said before, do not move an inch." Nimeuh fell to the ground and inched her way between Dante's abdomen and the soil earth and wrapped her front paws up around her waist, her claws grasping onto her flesh. And then she began to go to work.

Nimueh's cold nares pressed firmly to the inside of Dante's thigh, her tongue escaping to lick up the line that her vein formed, pressured and insistent. Slowly, she trailed it higher and higher but withdrew right before meeting Dante's blossom, her head tilting back so she could both breathe onto the wet flesh she had just licked and to peer at Dante's most secretive place. Urgently, her nares swept Dante's tail to one side and pushed on it, making it obvious that she was to hold it flagged to one side. And then she licked up the inside of Dante's other thigh, and moved her tongue around the petals of Dante's blossom and inhaled deeply, nearly able to taste her without even touching it. After a few moments of circling Dante's blossom without actually licking it, and nudged at it with her nares and allowed onyl the tip of her tongue to taste the drops of wetness that had steeped from her excited tissues, sipping on the fluid with a purr, before crawling out from underneath the Queen and rising, rubbing against her. "You did not think that I would let our first time finish so quickly, did you? No, my dear... You will have to beg and plead before I finish pleasing you. Again. And Again. And again." Nimueh's tongue escaped and slipped into Dante's maw again, making her taste herself.