Chapter 163: Two Beauties
When Nyrielle entered the room, her breath caught the instant her midnight blue eyes fell on Ashlynn’s stunning figure. For a moment, her fingers twitched, eager to hold a paint brush so she could forever preserve the vision of refined natural beauty before her.
Ashlynn had always been an enchanting beauty and there wasn’t an inch of her body that Nyrielle hadn’t committed to memory, but the woman who stood before her now resembled a cut and polished jewel compared to the brilliant stone Nyrielle had first rescued from the jaws of death.
Hunter green silk shimmered next to emerald green crushed velvet in a dress that clung to Ashlynn’s every generous curve. Long stays and tight lacing at the back of the dress trimmed her already slender waist, emphasizing her rounded hips and generous bust. Black lace stretched across a deep valley of cleavage, revealing the slightest hint of pale pink skin that crowned the snowy softness of each breast.
The same black lace trimmed the ruffled hem of her asymmetrical skirt. One on hip, the skirt had been pulled high and tied into a rose-shaped bow to reveal the tops of black satin stockings and the barest hint of creamy thigh.
While Ashlynn normally stood quite a bit shorter than Nyrielle’s nearly six feet of height, today she wore delicate sandals with tall heels that further emphasized her shapely legs while bringing her closer to being able to directly meet Nyrielle’s hungry gaze.
Her blond hair had been swept into an elaborate updo with rolls that curled around a colorful arrangement of feathers and fresh flowers. Though she left her neck completely bare, as if to entice Nyrielle to feast upon her at any moment, a net of silver chains draped from her shoulders, studded with dark sapphires that matched the shade of Nyrielle’s midnight eyes.
"Do you like it?" Ashlynn purred as she glided forward with a rolling gait. For once, she felt like the predator, descending on Nyrielle who seemed intoxicated by Ashlynn’s appearance. She needed no words of praise, her lover’s stunned silence was enough to fill her with a heady rush of power as she approached the other woman, her emerald eyes drinking in Nyrielle’s own elegant ensemble.
Rather than a formal gown, Nyrielle’s outfit looked like someone had crafted an elegant and refined version of a loose, above the knee skirt and sleeveless tunic that she had once warn as a gladiator on the sands of the arena. Midnight blue silk caressed her slender waist while dark black lace plunged in a deep V from her neck all the way to her navel, revealing the gleaming, perfect alabaster skin beneath along with the barest hint of the inner curves of her pert breasts.
Dark leather sandals were laced with criss-crossing straps that climbed her slender legs like twin spiral staircases leading to the heavens and her arms were covered by delicate silver chains set with sparkling diamonds that resembled a warrior’s bracers.
Even Nyrielle’s dark hair had been braided with chains of silver and ruby, giving her the appearance of a warrior goddess, ready to descend at a moment’s notice to reap the lives of any who failed to adore her.