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Izetta: Edelweiss of Eylstadt	By : DarkWolves Category: -Misc Anime > Yuri - Female/Female Views: 7243 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Izetta the White Witch and I make no money by writing this story.

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Contains: (Izetta x Finé) Futanari (Izetta), Lingerie, Semi-public sex, Blowjob, Vaginal Sex

Born as the Archduchess of the Kingdom of Eylstadt Finé had always felt rather conspicuous anytime she stepped beyond the palace grounds when not in some form of disguise. While some might have put it down to the fleeting glances of those walking by it was far more the gazes of the people she couldn’t see which concerned her.

While Lindsey followed her and Izetta close behind Finé was sure that if she looked hard enough, she could catch glimpses of the other members of the royal guard that were no doubt concealed amongst the crowd. Despite being dressed in civilian clothes the presence of the pistol secured at Lindsey’s hip gave away the truth of the guard’s true profession.

Finé and Izetta had come down to the city to buy Izetta some new clothes. This was in spite of Izettas frequent insistence that she could simply have resown or repatched her old ones. Selecting the first clothing store she passed Finé lead Izetta inside to begin their shop. On the main street the Royal Guard took up relatively discreet points of observation around the store while Lindsey followed the royal couple inside.

Once inside Finé was quick to begin perusing the vast array of outfits on sale. While Izettas tastes were for the more practical and hardwearing garments Finé insisted she at least try on a few feminine sundresses for variety. After deciding upon their initial choices Izetta headed into the changing room in the back to try on her new outfits.

At the same time Finé idly searched the clothes racks for any more choices, having known of this store for many years but having had little chance to properly explore it for herself. Curving around a stand she found herself faced with an unexpected display in a hidden corner of the store. Before her stood a dizzying array of women’s lingerie.

While some were of the more classical style Finé could imagine being the fashion in her mother’s youth, others look to be from the new generation of designers from Thermidor that had found their way to Eylstadt. The whole display was an array of deep purples, tranquil blues and some fiery reds. Finés imagination ran wild at the very thought of wearing such a thing. Or seeing Izetta wearing them.

Feeling once more like her child-self at Christmas she set about perusing the displays. It wasn’t long before Finé had picked out an array of different sets for her favourite Witch to try. Finé made sure to choose ones that were slightly larger in size to accommodate Izettas, addition.

Finé quickly made her way around the back of the store to the changing rooms. Finding the single occupied cubicle, she pulled back the curtain and quickly dived inside. Lindsey kept a watchful vigil just outside the changing room.

Keeping her new finds concealed behind her back Finé watched as Izetta slipped the shoulder straps of her new sky-blue sundress into place. The red headed Witch reached around to pull the zip up across her back. Looking up to check herself in the mirror Izetta finally took notice of Finé standing behind her.

“So, what do you think?” Izetta asked.

“Very lovely” Finé replied, admiring the contrast between the pale dress and her fiery hair. “But I found something I think will look even better on you”

Finé held up the selection of lingerie for Izetta to view in the mirror. The reaction was instantaneous as Izettas face erupted in a fresh sea of redness, the eagle-eyed Archduchess noticing the tell-tale bulge already forming in the front of her dress.

“Would you like to try them?” Finé asked. Izetta nodded keenly in response.

Finé stepped to the side of the cubicle, laying the clothes neatly on the bench beside her. Finé reached up to place her hands across Izettas shoulders, teasingly massaging her lovers’ tensed muscles. Finés hands flowed down Izettas arms, following the delicate curve of her sides she had become all too familiar with after much mutual exploration.

Finé searched out the zip of Izettas dress, nestled between her shoulder blades, and trailed it down to the small of her back. Finé slipped her hands inside the breach and traced the tips of her fingers across Izettas bare skin. It seems her little white minx wasn’t wearing any underwear. Finé felt the redhead’s nipples hardening against her palms as she teased across her front, grasping and rolling the heavy mounds in her hands.

Finé drew her hands apart, allowing the sundress to slip from Izettas body and pool on the floor. Finé knelt as Izetta stepped out of it. Finé laid the dress aside on the bench beside her.

“Which do you want to try first?” Finé asked, holding out a selection of underwear for Izetta to choose from.

Izetta felt momentarily overwhelmed by the variety of the choices presented to her. She never was good at choosing clothes for herself. Izetta selected one of the offerings, one of the more conventional but still delectably lacy pair in suitably fiery red.

Izetta turned herself around. Kneeling behind her Finé helped Izetta into her new lingerie, drawing them up her shapely legs to nestle between her thighs. Finé circled the bra around Izettas chest, securing the clasp before lifting Izettas arms into the straps and settling the underwear into place.

Finé stepped back to admire her handiwork, eagerly drinking in the delectable sight of her White Witch dressed in some of the kingdom’s finest fineries. Glancing down Finé took note that Izetta seemed to be appreciating her new wardrobe as well. Already a tell-tale rise was beginning to show beneath her lingerie.

The Archduchess reached down to trace the tips of her fingers around the curve of the bulge, enjoying the feel of the soft stiffness beneath her fingertips. Finé smiled as her attentions quickly began to bear fruit, Izettas cute little bulge having erupted into a full-blown erection the material was struggling to maintain. Suddenly all thoughts about trying on the rest of the lingerie disappeared from her mind.

“But we can’t go out with you like that” Finé teased her lover.

Izettas cheeks burned a deeper shade of red, the intensity only growing as Finé turned her around and knelt herself in front of the redhead. Finé kissed her lips to Izettas flat stomach, feeling her muscles twitching and moving beneath her touch. Finés caressed her way down to touch Izettas thighs, feeling the creamy soft skin pass effortlessly beneath her lips.

Finés hands drifted back to the base of Izettas torso. Her fingers clutched against the top of Izettas underwear, drawing them down her thighs to allow her partners eager member to burst free of its restraint. Finé kissed the tip of Izettas erect cock, licking her tongue up and down the edges of her shaft. Finé sucked the tip of Izettas penis into her mouth, eagerly devouring the bulbous head of her cock.

Izetta stifled a moan of pleasure as she clutched at the top of Finés head for support, knowing that the staff and the royal guard were only on the other side of the gossamer thin curtain. Despite the lingering risk Izetta continued to urge her lover on, lacing her fingers through Finés long blonde hair as her lips continued to consume her shaft.

Finés head bobbed up and down the length of Izettas cock, each downwards thrust consuming another portion of her delectable cock between her lips. Izetta moaned deeply once more, the precursor to the swift eruption of cum into Finés waiting mouth. Finé eagerly sucked down on the shaft to urge even more of it deeper into her mouth.

Finé raised herself to her feet, leaning forward to press her lips to Izetta, sharing the delectable salty and sweet combination pouring across her tongue. Izetta eagerly swallowed the delicious treat.

“How was that?” Finé asked.

“Amazing” Izetta replied breathlessly.

“Good to know” Finé smiled. “There was something else I wanted to try, if you’re interested?”

Even Izetta seemed somewhat embarrassed with quite how quickly and enthusiastically she nodded in reply.

“Good” Finé retrieved a bag resting in the corner of the dressing room. “Because I picked this one specifically for us”

Finé twirled her finger around in front of her. Izetta obediently turned herself around to face the wall behind her. On the surface it seemed like rather an odd thing considering their marriage and the… things they had done together. Still, Izetta could not help but feel it added a delectable tinge of excitement.

Izetta closed her eyes in a valiant attempt to resist the ever-present temptation. Such an act of chivalry served only to enhance the tantalising sounds of rustling cloth behind her. In the end Izetta decided that keeping her eyes open would prove the lesser of two evils.

It soon became clear that such thoughts had clearly been the work of some devilish temptress. It was only once she had dared to open her eyes that she realised that her position had left her standing right in front of the changing mirror. The sharp, reflective surface provided her with an unobstructed view as Finé leant over to slip off her dress.

A pang of guilt rose inside of Izetta. Whatever Finé was preparing for her, she had wanted it to be a surprise. Finé looked back over her shoulder. Izetta was frozen in place, finding herself too embarrassed to even move. Finé smiled. Finé unclipped her bra, making a show of leaning over to slip her underwear off as she teasingly sashayed her hips towards Izetta.

Izetta forced her gaze aside. Perhaps, knowing of the mirror, Finé had told her to turn around specifically to provide her with such an illicit view. The very thought of Finé being so, devilish, sent Izetta into a desperate yearn for relief. Still, she resisted the growing urge to masturbate herself to completion, knowing that whatever Finé was planning for her would far outweigh her own-

“Ok, I’m finished” Finé announced.

Izetta turned around. The moment she did, she felt a shiver passing through her as she was overtaken by the sight in front of her. Finé was dressed in elegant black lingerie, a matching bra, underwear and lace suspenders.

Izettas moment of paralysed inaction erupted into a frenzy of movement. The white witch rushed forwards, throwing her arms around Finés shoulders as she pressed herself against her chest. She wasted little time in hungrily pulling her wife into a deep kiss. Izettas hands began to rove across Finés front, feeling the lacy soft material of her underwear beneath her fingertips.

Izettas face dipped to kiss between Finés tender bosom, burying her cheeks within the deep valley of her lovers cleavage. Her mouth kissed, licked and teased her away across Finés chest. Refusing to relinquish the soft caresses of her wife's skin against her cheeks, Izetta continued to descend her way across Finés front as the redheaded witch left a dazzling constellation of kisses in her wake.

Izettas descent continued until she found herself presented with a dazzling display of Finés black panties laid out before her, a delectable buffet for her supremely whetted appetite to enjoy. The tell-tale dark circle of moisture nestled between her legs betrayed her anticipation. Izetta showed no hesitation in diving in between the Archduchesses spread legs.

Drawing closer, Izetta could feel the delectable warmth radiating through the thin material of her underwear. Izetta was quick to lavish just as much attention on her panties as she had done for her bust. Her lips were a flurry of licks, kisses and sucks across the front of the lacy underwear.

Izetta clasped her lips across the centre of Finés panties, sucking eagerly on the pair of moist lips concealed beneath. Izetta grasped the material of her underwear between her teeth, drawing them down across her shapely legs. The redhead admired the thin trail of moisture which followed in the wake of her removed underwear. Izetta buried her face between the Archduchesses supple thighs, eagerly devouring her lover’s pussy without the restriction of her underwear to impede her.

Finé reached out to grasp her fingers around the crown of Izettas head, interlacing her fingers through the witches fiery red hair. Izetta only drove herself further, her tongue caressing deeper with each enthusiastic lash across the Archduchesses moist lips. The witch could feel the tell-tale twitch of her lover’s body which warmed her that she was fast approaching her inevitable climax. With great reluctance Izetta withdrew her tongue from deep inside of Finés core, lapping up the thin trail of juice which lingered on the tip of her tongue as she left.

Izetta rose to her feet in front of Finé. Taking her wife’s hand she led her over towards the bench at the side of the cubicle. Finé sat herself down on the bench. Izetta seized her lips in a fiery embrace as her hands caressed up and down across her bare shoulders. One of Izettas hands reached down to grasp the base of her cock, teasing the tip around the moistened opening of Finés pussy. As the Archduchesses athletic legs encircled around her back, drawing her ever closer, Izetta knew that she was welcome.

Izetta pressed her head inside, feeling her sensitive tip becoming consumed by the familiar warmth of the blonde’s eager pussy. The faintest touch of her cock sent a delectable shiver cascading through Finés body. As pleasurable as the White Witch’s eager tongue could be, when the mood struck her, nothing could quite compare to the weight and girth of the Witch’s enchanted cock.

Izetta thrust herself deeper. She could feel Finés muscles closing tighter around her shaft, urging her deeper and resisting any attempt for the redhead to cease her advance. Izetta, for her part, was all too eager to reach as far and as deep as he could manage. The illicit thrill of their scandalous union, combined with the intoxicating euphoria of Finés unbridled enthusiasm, only urged Izetta on further. Her pale thighs became a blur as they clapped against Finés body with every thrust, the delectable sound ringing in eachothers ears as they moved.

Izetta could feel her limit fast approaching, no doubt the same could be said for Finé. In a sudden flash of boldness, overcoming both the sublime caress of Finés taut muscles combined with the encirclement of legs across her back, Izetta suddenly pulled herself free of Finés pussy.

As the Archduchess began to call out in protest Izetta dashed forwards and silenced her with a deep kiss. This, the Witch knew, was only a temporary measure. If Izetta did not put her plan into action soon, she may simply drive herself mad with unbridled anticipation.

Seizing Finés shoulders in her hands, Izetta pulled the taller woman to her feet and turned her around to press against the changing room mirror. Before Finé could begin to make sense of her new position Izetta was once more upon her. The Witches cock, still hard and erect from their previous union, swiftly thrust into the Archduchess’s eager opening from behind.

Despite the familiarity of Finés pussy, this new position offered a wealth of new pleasures and experiences for all involved. Finé welcomed her lovers sudden burst of assertiveness, leaning herself forwards and spreading her legs wider like some rutting animal prepared to be mounted. With her wife's undeniable enthusiasm laid bare, Izetta quickly set about resuming her rampant love-making. The witch thrust and counter-thrust into Finé one after another in quick succession.

With every press of her Witches cock Finé felt her chest heave against the cool surface of the mirror. Again and again her lovers’ movements forced her up against the smooth glass though she was determined to force her through to the other side. The ceaseless press of her chest against the mirror caused the material of her bra to bunch over the swell of her breasts. More and more of the silky material continued to gather until her ample bust finally burst free of their fabric constraints.

Finé hissed in surprise as the tips of her engorged nipples pressed flush against the cool surface of the mirror. Fresh excited jolts of pleasure coursed through her body as the sensitive nubs were rubbed raw by the glass. The Archduchesses overwhelming look of euphoria was reflected back at her in the minutest detail as she moved together. Peering behind her she was treated to the sight of Izettas hyper focussed expression as the red head was consumed entirely by the dual tasks of resoundly fucking her wife while at the same resisting the urge to cry out and thereby give themselves away.

Izettas gaze met Finés through the reflection. The mirror image of smouldering lust, euphoria and desire was the final nudge that the two needed to go spiralling over the edge. The tip of Izettas cock erupted inside of Finés eager pussy, feeling the release circling around the sensitive head as it mixed with the renewed flood of Finés cascading juices. Their bodies shook, Finés legs faltered, her hands pressed firmly against the mirror fighting to keep her upright.

Izetta held tight onto Finé as the two of them stepped back in the confined space, stumbling around the constellation of discarded clothes as the pair collapsed unceremoniously onto the bench. Finés chest heaved with elation as she sat down on the White Witches lap, feeling the magic users shaft slowly beginning to deflate inside of her.

Finé shifted, as best as she could manage, to turn to face her wife. Even if she couldn’t make it out in the mirror anymore, she knew that the look of supreme contentment across Izettas flushed features was no doubt matched by her own.

Finés smile only grew as she pulled Izetta into a deep kiss. After all of this, Izetta suddenly didn’t mind being taken on shopping trips.

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The curtain of the changing room clattered along the railing. Finé stepped out first, the very picture of serene elegance as expected of her public persona. Izetta followed behind her, her clothes and hair smoothed even as a tell-tale hint of red continued to touch at the corners of her cheeks.

They walked towards the front of the store as Lindsey stepped out to greet them.

“We’ve found a few clothes we like” Finé greeted.

“Good to hear” Lindsey replied. Finé stepped towards the counter. Lindsey held her arm out to intercept her. “That’s been taken of, Archduchess”

Finé showed a hint of surprise but she didn’t press. “Oh, well, thank you”

Finé and Izetta stepped past the counter, smiling at the shop girl as she passed. “Thank you”

The shop girls’ cheeks tinted with a hint of red even as her gaze remained slightly averted. “It’s our pleasure, Archduchess”

Finé had experienced similar reactions before. She suspected it wasn’t often most people encountered an Archduchess and a White Witch in public. Izetta found herself unable to meet the shop girls’ eyes as she passed, not after what they had just done in the back of her store.

Lindsey followed close behind her two charges. She had tactfully neglected to mention the reason for the poor girls’ nervousness may have been in part due to the significant amount of money Lindsey had provided to ensure she never spoke of what she may or may not have heard during their visit.

Lindsey silently hoped that Lady Izetta had managed to find suitable attire to last. The guard Lieutenant was not sure whether the Guards budget could stretch to another enthusiastic ‘Shopping trip’ anytime soon.
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