[For Elphaba] The Wicked Witch of Barsoom

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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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[barsoombamf]

That was more than answer enough. Dejah was in awe of this magic or ability Elphaba seemed to have. The phantom hand had Dejah's eyes shooting open in surprise. At first she wondered if Elphaba had summoned some new companion into the room. But when she looked, of course she saw no one. Another trick of her magic, but it worked oh so well. Dejah whined and moaned as she felt her body growing more tense by the second.

But she didn't want to be the only one teased. One hand released Elphaba's raven locks and slid between them, reaching down and just barely able to squeeze and caress Elphaba's own full breast. One hand remained in Elphaba's hair, tugging softly but not enough to deter her motions. The hand at her breast used just her fingertips to brush and graze over Elphaba's nipple to tease her in turn.

[goinggreen]

Elphaba was watching Dejah's reactions and loved how responsive she was to the stimulation. She moaned again when she felt Dejah's fingers teasing over her nipple. Elphaba was plenty worked up without the additional stimulation. She focused in on her efforts to send the gorgeous Princess over again. The more she could learn before Dejah discovered her own powerful triggers...the better.

Elphaba would loose all control if any one of them was stimulated.