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[For Elphaba] The Wicked Witch of Barsoom

Barsoom was not a war-torn planet, but it was by no means peaceful. The inhabitants of Helium still had tension with the primitive Tharks. There were raids on trade routes daily that the Jeddak had to deal with. For the most part, Dejah was not involved with the affairs of her father. She was too busy working with her theories and scientific research.

The presence of John Carter had brought more knowledge of the Ninth Ray to Helium. Dejah was determined to harness the power of the Ninth Ray to use it herself.

But for the moment, she was content to relax, sitting in the red sand gardens maintained in the royal courtyard. Dejah was clad in her usual loose silks, which had plenty of cutouts and openings to reveal her skin and the patterns tattooed along her long legs and slender arms. Jewels and metals adorned her neck and waist and wrists. Dejah Thoris, the princess of Helium, was renowned as one of - if not the - most beautiful women on Barsoom. Her dark hair fell in waves down her back, part of it secured at the crown of her head with an ornate metal jeweled pin. Her eyes, the richest blue, were pouring over a text of mythology.

She tried to keep her mind off of the husband that had gone missing. She tried not to think of John Carter of Earth.

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Elphaba saw the blush and saw how close she was with Dejah right now. She took another step closer as she deepened her blush. "There is no risk Dejah. I have been trapped down here for some time. I can cast a spell tonhide my door in case anyone else does happen to be in the tunnel. I do admit that is what I do every night." She said.

Dejah blushed darker, but didn't move away. She looked up into Elphaba's eyes and again bit her lower lip. "It's not that...it just wouldn't be right - I'd be betraying my husband..." Dejah couldn't help but feel especially warm being so close to her. Her teeth pinched her lower lip as she stopped and imagined in her mind how it might feel to have Elphaba's fingers touch and explore her body.

Elphaba saw her desires and stepped close enough so that their bodies were brushing up against each other slightly. "Wouldn't your husband want you to always be satisfied? If he were a good man he would want me to pleasure you when he could not. I am not a threat to him or your marriage. I am simply offering pleasure to you Dejah. Beautiful women should never be without pleasure." She said.

Dejah blushed as she felt the heat of Elphaba's body. She wondered how soft she would feel, how her skin might taste. "He would...but...my body should be reserved for my husband only. That is the binding fidelity of marriage. Otherwise, there's no point to love and marriage, and finding one's mate." She was on the fence, ready to tip over, but she didn't want to betray her husband, or her wedding vows.

Elphaba tilted her head at that. "He would? Is your husband away Dejah?" She asked as she brought a hand up to rest on one of Dejah's shoulders. It was an innocent touch for now. One meant to pull what Dejah was hesitating to say aloud out.

Dejah looked away, averting her dark blue eyes at the question. The touch of Elphaba's fingers to her shoulder was not on she shied away from. Dejah liked the heat from Elphaba's touch, and glanced up to meet her gaze again. "...he is. He's been missing since our wedding night," she admitted.

Elphaba's eyes didnwoden in genuine shock. "Since your wedding night? How long have you been without satisfaction Dejah?" She asked with a bit of concern in her voice. The hand on Dejah's shoulder gave her a gentle squeeze as a sign she desired to comfort Dejah. She didn't move closer just yet. She could wait a little longer.

Dejah bit her lower lip and blushed, not wanting to admit how long she had gone without John Carter's touch. But she looked up when Elphaba squeezed her shoulder again. "...years," she whispered, unable to look her new companion in the eye.

Elphaba didn't even try to hide her shock at that statement. "You poor thing! Abandoned on your wedding night and left unsatisfied for years?" She pulled Dejah into a hug to press their bodies together. One hand moved to brush hair behind her ear to cup her perfect cheek. "May I kiss you Dejah? I feel your perfect lips have been denied a kiss for far too long."

The press of Elphaba's body against hers when she embraced her was a warmth that Dejah hadn't felt in years. But there was a great difference from Elphaba's body and John Carter's. Elphaba's body was soft, and slender. When she made the request, Dejah blushed and glanced away. "It...it wouldn't be right..." she whispered. Though even as she spoke, her hands ghosted over Elphaba's hourglass figure.

Elphaba listened to both the words and the body language. She slid the hand on Dejah's cheek to the back of her head. Elphaba then closed the gap slowly to kiss the beautiful woman deeply. Dejah had not said no after all. Elphaba didn't hold back during her deep kiss. She wanted to ignite Dejah's bottled up desire. The hand not on the back of Dejah's head was drifting over that toned form slowly and sensually.

Dejah remembered how John Carter kissed. Rough, conquering. She had been too willing to surrender.

Elphaba's kiss was far different. Her lips were far softer and her body too. Soft, but toned. Dejah found herself leaning into her green-skinned companion. Her desire was indeed ignited as her lips parted to deepen the kiss. Her own hands slid around and up along Elphaba's spine.

Elphaba hummed softly into the kiss as she shifted her arms to wrap around Dejah. Her hands moved down to squeeze and massage over her shapely, perfect ass. Elphaba parted her lips to trace her tongue over Dejah's lips in request of access into that mouth. Elphaba would not be pulling away anytime soon.

Dejah moaned softly as Elphaba's hands moved over her body. Feeling her fingers squeeze over her soft ass, Dejah gave a sharp little sigh. Feeling that hot, soft tongue move over her lips, Dejah parted them slowly, letting Elphaba's tongue in, her own tongue sliding out alongside hers to take in the taste and heat of her mouth. Dejah sighed softly as her fingers moved along Elphaba's own curves, up along her full, soft breasts.

Elphaba moaned into the kiss as her hands grew more aggressive with the squeezing. Elphaba knew that Dejah was a warrior. She wanted to engage that warrior instinct and see if Dejah would battle for dominance or simply lie back and give the control over willingly. Her tongue moved out to tangle with Dejah's. she extended it slightly so that Dejah could perhaps fantasize on other places Wlphaba could use her long tongue.

Dejah was not about to just sit back and let Elphaba have her way. Her warrior instinct was indeed engaged, and Dejah let her fingers explore further around Elphaba's body, sliding down her breasts and finding the small of her back before moving further south and squeezing her round, firm ass. All the while, Dejah let her tongue explore and tangle with Elphaba's, moaning at the idea of feeling that tongue between her thighs.

Elphaba moaned as she felt Dejah growing bolder with each passing second. She pressed into those touches as her tongue continued to tangle with Dejah's tongue. She pulled back slowly and looked over Dejah's beautiful face. "Come with me Dejah." She said as she walked backwards towards her bedroom while still holding Dejah's ass. There was a seductive smirk on her face. "Unless you are scared..." she teased lightly. She knew she had awakened the desire deep within Dejah for pleasure. She hoped the light tease would goad her into continuing.

Dejah sighed softly as Elphaba pulled away. She watched that slender figure move, pulling her towards the bedroom. Her blue eyes looked up into Elphaba's, a warrior's fire in them.

"Not scared, no." She replied. "But this is not exactly proper behavior for a married woman." But all the same, Dejah made no attempt to move away.

Elphaba smirked as she swayed her hips to entice Dejah closer. "If your husband were around to ensure you were properly pleasures Inwould agree with you. However, he has not been around and a beautiful woman like you should not be denied pleasure." She said.

Elphaba moved to begin lifting her dress slowly. She had to pull it off over her head. She revealed a simple black bra with matching underwear. Her green skin did continue above her entire body. She smiled as she pulled Dejah closer. "Now we are wearing the same amount of clothing." She said.

Dejah swallowed hard as Elphaba gave that roll to her hips. She bit her lower lip as she considered Elphaba's words. When her companion began lifting her dress, Dejah watched with absolute fascination. The way her curves rolled along her body, and the look of that deep emerald flesh...Dejah was entranced.

Her clothing was a bit more ornate, but for the most part, Elphaba was right. She was clad in her loose clothing with decorative metal. It would be nothing to undo a few clasps and let the metal fall, and the cloth would soon follow. But for now, Dejah was focused on Elphaba, and her fingers ran along Elphaba's slender curves.

Elphaba noted how Dejah was reacting to her motions. She continued to sway her hips as Dejah began to touch over her body. Elphaba bit her lower lip as she looked over Dejah. "Should I take more off? Or would you like the honor Dejah?" She asked as her hands moved to tease over the exposed skin of Dejah's body. She was not going to be bold enough to start undressing Dejah just yet.

Dejah blushed at the offer. Again her dark blue eyes took in Elphaba's figure. "No...no, I want to..." But it was wrong, this was all wrong. But oh, how good it felt to have Elphaba's fibers explore her skin. Dejah reached to slip her fingers beneath Elphaba's bra, feeling the underside of her full, soft breasts.

Elphaba moaned when Dejah moved to touch her breasts under the bra. She took a half step closer to Dejah as her hands slid up to move across her collarbone. Her hands then moved over her shoulders. She was secretly trying to figure out how to undo her outfit. "Mmmm, there is a small clasp around the back. They are more impressive when they aren't confined behind this fabric." She said to coax Dejah into removing her bra. She thought she had found the clasp, and intended to undo them after her bra was removed...on accident of course.

Dejah had never encountered such a garment before. There were no bras on Barsoom, only the trappings the women chose to wear due to the hot temperature of the planet. But it was easy to find the clasp she spoke of. But rather than undo it immediately, her fingers ran along the ridge of Elphaba's back. Dejah dragged her fingers along every ridge and every vertebra. Just taking in the feeling of her body. If Elphaba explored her body further, she would find that Dejah had a clasp at the back of her neck and at the small of her back that would completely bare her from the waist up.

Elphaba moaned softly when she felt Dejah's hands moving over her bra clasp. "That's the spot. "Mmmm...pull the fabric closer together to unhook the clasps. It will fall away so you can have better access to what you want to touch." She purred lowly into Dejah's ear before her tongue moved to trace over the shell of it slowly. She then began to kiss and nibble over the soft flesh. She had found the two clasps, but was waiting for her bra to be removed.

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