Back at Thyra's mansion.
"It is understandable." Hure said. "That is also why the rock sloth tribes come to the city from time to time. There are very few males in their tribe."
"A few?"
"The rock sloth tribe women don't birth male children. All their children are female. The males of the tribes are war slaves or taken in as husbands."
"Kind of like Amazonian…" Thyra mumbled.
"Sorry?"
"It's nothing."
Hure nodded and called for the maid. They came in and cleared the dishes, leaving only Thyra and Hure in the room.
Hure's stomach was much more prominent. Even the loose dress couldn't hide the baby bump. Thyra stole a glance, saying, "We have enough money now. Why don't you hire a few more servants?"
Hure was someone important to Thyra. After coming to this world for a few months, Thyra knew how many people were trying to screw them. It made her realise how much Hure had to struggle to protect her old, naive self.
"I don't think it would be good to bring an unknown person to the mansion," Hure said with a smile.
"Then buy some slaves. Don't work too much." Hure simply stood there, staring at Thyra. Noticing her gaze, Thyra asked, "What?"
Hure smiled and said, "Sometimes I can still see your old self, my lady."
Thyra's heart skipped a bit, but she casually added, "It's not like I am a different person."
"Sometimes, you feel like a completely different person. You act totally different from what you were a year ago."
"Survival of the fittest."
Hure stared at her before nodding. "That's right." And Hure left the room.
"Take care of yourself," Thyra added.
"I will take the leave after I am done with the work my lady has assigned me today."
As Hure left, another person came in. It was someone whom Thyra hadn't seen for quite some time. Because of her training, Thyra spent most of her time at the barracks. Due to Hure's ban on sexual activity, They didn't met each other much.
"Why are you standing there?" Thyra called the woman standing in front of the closed door, "I thought absence made the heart grow fonder, not shy."
Yet, Aria stood there, stealing glances before slowly walking towards Thyra. Thyra grabbed her and pulled her into her lap as soon as she entered the range.
"Why are you acting like a newlywed?" Thyra grabbed her chin and turned her eyes towards her. "Or do I need to remind you of my love?"
"Ohhh!" A sound of surprise escaped her mouth as Aria's back hit Thyra's lap.
"Don't you feel cold?" Thyra couldn't help asking, seeing Aria wearing a white one-piece dress over her white underwear. Her hand was cold, like ice. Thyra moved her hand over her breast, feeling her pink was as hard as a rock.
Aria's eyes met hers. She wanted to look away, but Thyra didn't let her. Thyra stared at her red lips momentarily before embracing them with her own.
Unlike her first time, she didn't struggle at all. Instead, she cosied up on her lap. She, too, sucked on Thyra's upper lips as Thyra warmed up her lower lips.
"Why are you wearing so little?" Thyra asked as her hand continued to move all over her body.
Aria didn't mind either. Although she was older, Thyra's body was bigger than hers. She wrapped her hand around Thyra and snuggled into her, saying, "My lady wanted…"
"Don't call me that. Don't you think that sounds a little distant?" Thyra rebuked.
Aira paused to understand what she meant and then said in a low voice, "You asked me…" She waited for a moment, confirming that was what Thyra meant.
"What did I ask?"
"You ask me to serve you tonight."
"I didn't ask that."
"You…" Aria quickly looked at Thyra. She had no problem understanding that Thyra was teasing her, "You are lying."
"I am not lying." Thyra shook her head seriously, and she was trying not to smile.
However, as a result, Aria didn't know how to respond. She chose her words carefully, asking, "You don't?"
"I didn't" Thyra paused to check her expression before completing, "Why would I ask my lovely wife to serve me? I want you to love me."
Seeing her confused expression, Thyra couldn't control herself and kissed her again. This time her tongue was far more active. In her embrace, Thyra could feel Aria's body relax a little.
Letting go of her lips, Thyra kissed her cheek, then her earlobe, before moving to her nape. Aria didn't try to control her voice and continued to moan without controlling her voice.
"Next time Hure tells you to wear something like this during the winter, tell her I know how to take off your clothes."
"Huu." Aria looked at her as she tried not to let out a smile and nodded.
"Look at this girl." When Thyra saw the goofy grin on Aria's face, she couldn't help but bury her face in Aria's chest.
Aria didn't either. She wrapped her hand around Thyra's head, pulling her between the two of her softest mounds.
"Looks like someone is trying to kill me with her softness," Thyra, surviving the softest attack from her twin tower, said, "If you do that, how am I going to control myself?"
"You don't need to," Aria said instinctively. She paused and looked at Thyra's expression, adding, "I am all yours to love."
Thyra grabbed her hand and put it between her legs. Aria didn't even hesitate to hold onto her thickness. "See, how hungry it is to receive your love?"
Thyra was caught off guard when Aria grabbed her hand and forced her to touch her pussy. Even over the layer of cloth, Thyra could feel her sloppy wetness.
As she looked at Aria, Thyra could see that she was blushing. Still, Aria said, "See, how wet it is to quench your thirst?"
Aria quickly turned her head away, but it was already too late. The excited Thyra didn't care about anything else, and the princess carried her onto the bed.
"Ohh!" Thyra was too excited to let her down gently; Aria didn't care either. She spread her hands wide, saying, "I'm not going anywhere, not until I give you enough love."
Thyra looked at her for a moment before quickly taking off her dress. "It seems like someone is becoming an expert in the art of seduction."
Aria smirked, adding, "It's not the art of seduction. It's the art of loving you."
"You!" Thyra threw off her dress, letting her dick stand proudly. Seeing a few drops of precum at the tip of it, Aria couldn't help but giggle.
"Good," Thyra added, "Tonight I am going to love you so much that you won't be able to walk on your leg tomorrow morning."
Thyra jumped on Aira. A few thin pieces of silk didn't pose any challenge to her. With Aria actively removing the clothes covering her lower lips, it didn't take long before Thyra's wand met its trap again.
At this moment, it looked like Aria was excited too. She grabbed onto Thyra's baby press and guided it towards her lubricated entrance.
*Bang*
However, before Thyra could force her way in, the door opened. Although Thyra couldn't see who it was from her position, Aria had seen her.
It was her new rival, Nisa.