Hentai Lemon (erotic novel) : A Brief Moment [lesbian] (Gundam)

For a change, an erotic novel, a Lemon This one is a lesbian story featuring two characters from Gundam Seed, Murrue and Natarle.

Not so randomly chosen quote : ? Murrue gasped and Natarle moaned when their pussies pressed against one another. Natarle bit her bottomg lip, electric shocks of pleasure jolting through her as she rubbed her body against Murrue’s. Both women shrieked when their clits touched. ?

Gundam Seed Lemon : A Brief Moment

It was said that the waiting was the worst part. But then again, a lot of things got said and that didn’t make them true. In Natarle Badgiruel’s personal opinion the part where the enemy forces vastly outnumbered your own and were all firing at you was the worst part. Mere waiting was almost pleasant compared to a situation like that.

Nevertheless, with the Archangel sitting in a desert, waiting was about all anyone could do. And while waiting was not the worst part of a soldier’s life, it wasn’t exactly the most enjoyable way to spend some time either. After her shift on the bridge was up, there simply wasn’t much to do for Natarle other than sitting in her quarters or randomly wandering the ship’s hallways.

Tonight, Natarle had chosen to go for a bit of random wandering. If anyone had asked why she was walking about, she would have told them that she simply didn’t enjoy sitting very still in her own quarters. And meeting Captain Murrue at a corner was nothing but a mere coincidence, for she too enjoyed walking around a bit far more than doing nothing and besides, the Archangel wasn’t that big so it was more than understandable that they’d run into each other quite by accident.

“Captain,” Natarle greeted.

Murrue nodded in acknowledgement.

The women walked further down the corridor together in complete silence. It was a charade, really, but a necessary one. Officially, their relationship was that of captain and subordinate and nothing more. In reality, their relationship was much the same. Much, but not entirely. Natarle wasn’t in love with Murrue and she was pretty sure those feelings were mutual. Whatever they had, if indeed they ‘had’ anything in the first place, it wasn’t the kind of thing poets would ever write about. It was simply that, sometimes, it was nice to be able to hold someone in your arms.

“I was thinking about grabbing a shower,” Murrue announced in the tone of voice of someone talking about the weather. “I could really use one.”

“So could I, now that you mention it,” Natarle replied.

The two women turned a corner and almost immediately found themselves at the Archangel‘s bathing facilities. The dressing room was completely empty, but Natarle and Murrue undressed in almost opposite corners of the room anyway. Because of this, Natarle had her back turned to the captain and almost jumped when she felt the woman’s hand brush against her bare back.

Natarle turned around to see an already undressed Murrue smile at her. She noticed a faint glimmer in the captain’s eyes that she hadn’t seen there before and that she didn’t recognise. Or at least, one she thought she recognised, but rather hoped she was wrong about.

Captain Murrue put a hand on Natarle’s cheek and leaned in to kiss her. The professional soldier part of Natarle screamed at her that this was too public a place, but the familiar softness of Murrue’s lips overruled it for the moment. It had been relatively recently that Murrue had begun kissing her and, in truth, even more recent that she had begun kissing Murrue. They’d never kissed at first, possibly because they both felt in some strange way that kissing went much further than simply fulfilling their need for company.

Without really thinking about it, Natarle let her tongue slip out of her mouth to press gently against Murrue’s lips. The captain’s lips parted slightly to let her tongue meet Natarle’s. The feeling washed over Natarle and for a moment, however brief, she completely forgot that the Archangel‘s captain was standing stark naked in the ship’s dressing room kissing her half-naked XO. In a way it was the perfect moment, where there was just her and Murrue.

Then it passed, and Natarle drew back.

“I really should finish undressing.”

Murrue nodded and stood back, watching as Natarle finished taking off her last pieces of clothing. Natarle made a point of not looking at the captain, but she could feel the woman’s brown eyes on her and she could almost see the longing in them. Which was ridiculous, of course, because she couldn’t actually see them and therefore could not give any opinion on what, if anything, was expressed in them.

And yet… she still felt Murrue’s longing. It was a bit disconcerting.

Neatly putting away the last of her clothes, Natarle rose and turned around. Murrue smiled almost affectionately at her. Natarle couldn’t stop herself from smiling back a little. The captain took her unresisting hand, their fingers entwining unconsciously, and led Natarle towards the showers.

Natarle managed one quick glance around the shower area just to see that there weren’t any stalls occupied before being almost dragged into the nearest stall. The stall door quickly hissed shut while Natarle found herself being twirled until she found herself with her back against the wall, Murrue in front of her. Again there was that hint of an unfamiliar glint in the captain’s eyes, but it was coupled with the far more familiar gleam of arousal. Murrue stepped closer, her nipples briefly, almost playfully rubbing against Natarle’s. Then her naked body pressed fully against her own, her lips on Natarle’s. There was little gentleness in Murrue’s kiss, but a great deal of lustful hunger. Closing her eyes, Natarle put one arm around Murrue’s back as though she could pull her body even closer still, while her other arm snaked across the wall.

Natarle’s hand found the button it was looking for and pressed it. The shower sprang to life, instantly soaking Murrue. Natarle didn’t get quite as wet, partly because she was out of the way of the spray, but mostly because her body was shielded by Murrue’s.

Natarle put both hands on Murrue’s shoulders and, still kissing her, pushed herself away from the wall and further into the centre of the stall. She could feel the shower’s warm water flow over her, but that sensation was quickly overwhelmed by the pleasurable feel of Murrue’s bare skin. She tore her lips away from Murrue’s, only to kiss her jawline, then her neck, her collarbone…

She lowered herself slightly to get a good view of her hands cupping and caressing Murrue’s breasts. She couldn’t help but smile when she heard Murrue’s gasp as her fingers travelled skillfully across that soft flesh. Murrue’s breathing deepened until it became an almost lustful panting. Natarle sometimes envied the sensitivity of Murrue’s breasts. She knew from experience that with enough skill and patience a woman could give her captain quite the orgasm just by playing with them. On the other hand, it was very… satisfying… in its own way to see Murrue let herself become overcome with lust so easily.

Natarle leaned forward and licked her lips. Her tongue poked out of her mouth, its tip very nearly but not quite reaching Murrue’s right nipple. As the thumb of her right hand travelled around Murrue’s left areola, the captain let out a high-pitched gasp that might have been a pleading whine. She groaned, a brief shudder running through her body as Natarle playfully flicked Murrue nipple with her tongue. She moaned when Natarle lips touched her breast and she sucked lightly. Natarle was not at all surprised when Murrue put her arms around her and pressed her close against her breasts. She kept kissing and sucking Murrue’s breasts with, judging by the woman’s gasps and moans, what the captain probably considered infuriating slowness.

While Natarle lavished attention on Murrue’s breasts with her tongue and lips, her right hand and moved down the woman’s body and had come to rest between her legs. It seemed to Natarle that Murrue had contributed more to the wetness down there than the shower ever could. Her fingers moved across Murrue’s folds, occasionally almost dipping into her. A shock surged through Murrue’s body when her fingers eventually rubbed close to her clit. The whole of Murrue’s body moved and writhed to the tune of Natarle’s lips and fingers. It was clear to her that the captain was quickly moving towards an orgasm, so it was not at all clear to her how Murrue managed to push her away.

Natarle looked into Murrue’s eyes, now filled with nothing but lust. Or almost nothing. Her chest heaved as she panted almost like an animal. Natarle felt a shiver of pleasure going through her as she realised she was the object of the whole of Murrue’s passionate feelings. She was pushed with her back against the wall again and Murrue kneeled before her.

Natarle moaned, pleasure washing through her, when Murrue kissed her pussy. She reached down and grabbed the woman’s hair, although she wasn’t intent on guiding her anywhere. The way her tongue lapped at her was just right, sending wave after wave of fire through her. She felt strength beginning to drain from her legs as her body began spending all its energy towards moving with Murrue’s mouth, to get as much pleasure from the woman as she could. She positively shrieked when Murrue kissed her pussy deeply, her tongue entering her.

Natarle’s mind blanked. The whole of existence fell away, leaving nothing but Murrue. She was aware, if that’s what it could be called, of her own body in only terms of the pleasure Murrue gave her. Murrue’s twirling tongue drove her further and higher, until she was so near her climax she could almost feel it already. And so it was a bit of a mystery to her why she pulled Murrue away from her pussy.

Natarle looked down at Murrue, her face stained with her fluid, her eyes now doubtlessly as dark with lust as her own. Panting, Natarle looked at her, communicating something she wasn’t actually aware of. Murrue responded, in a way, by leaning back until she was lying down, her legs invitingly spread. Without really consciously knowing what she was doing, Natarle entwined her legs with Murrue’s, so that her pussy was tantalisingly close to Murrue’s.

Then, as though on unspoken command, both women moved to close the gap between them.

Murrue gasped and Natarle moaned when their pussies pressed against one another. Natarle bit her bottomg lip, electric shocks of pleasure jolting through her as she rubbed her body against Murrue’s. Both women shrieked when their clits touched. Natarle clawed at the shower floor and Murrue used one hand to mindlessly grope her own breasts as both their bodies writhed on the other’s clit. Natarle felt her body become so filled with pleasure she thought she might explode if she didn’t come soon. By the sound of Murrue’s groans it seemed to her that the captain shared her feelings.

A small tremor started somewhere at the base of Natarle’s spine and shuddered its way up her body until it reached her mouth, where it was let out in one long moan. Natarle came, her writhing body consumed by white fire. When the sound of Murrue’s climaxing moans reached her ears, she felt as though she would come again if she weren’t still being consumed by her own orgasm.

Natarle screamed and shuddered, allowing the orgasmic pleasure to freely flow through her body until there was nothing left. Eventually, she calmed down enough to once again become aware of the world around. She was still positioned a bit awkwardly on the floor, her pussy still against Murrue’s, the shower still showering them both. Murrue smiled at her, the lust mostly gone from her eyes again and in its place…

Natarle untangled herself from Murrue and stood up. Murrue got to her feet soon after. She put her hand on Natarle’s upper arm and looked at her questioningly. Natarle froze like a deer in headlights. Murrue slowly leaned closer, her eyes only leaving Natarle’s to make sure her lips would soon meet hers.

When her lips were so close she could almost feel them brushing against her own, Natarle pulled away.

“Natarle…”

Natarle nodded curtly. “Captain.”

And with that, she turned around and left.