A portal ripped open, and Ayesha barged into Lyria's room without warning. Her eyes instantly locked onto the chaotic scene—Lyria was straddling Mike, her torn clothes barely hanging on. Her boobs was practically in his face, and Mike, poor guy, was wide eyed and red as a tomato, too stunned to move.
"Well, well, well…..." Ayesha's smirk grew wide as she sauntered toward the bed, her hips swaying as if she owned the place. "What exactly is going on here?"
Before Lyria could shoot back a snappy remark, Ayesha leapt onto the bed, landing square on top of Lyria, her boobs pressing against Lyria's back. The bed creaked as Mike got squashed underneath both of them. He gasped, struggling to breathe under the sudden weight of two women practically smothering him.
"Get off!" Lyria snapped, trying to push Ayesha away. But in her flustered attempt, her hands slid down Ayesha's big ass, inadvertently sliding into her pussy that made the situation even more awkward.
Ayesha snickered. "Oh, come on, you're enjoying this, aren't you?"
Lyria growled, but before they could start their usual squabble, Ayesha's tone suddenly shifted to something darker. "I didn't just come here for fun. I came to warn you. About the Bleeding Lily."
The mention of the cursed artifact snapped Lyria's focus back, her grip loosening. "What about it?"
Ayesha slid off Lyria's back, sitting up with her arms crossed, still half-draped over Mike. "The Bleeding Lily is bad news. Anyone who touches it gets cursed, and if you don't break the curse in time, well, let's just say it sucks the life out of you."
Mike, finally getting some air, blinked up at them. "Wait, what?"
"Exactly," Ayesha said, her eyes narrowing. "You touched it, Lyria. So did I. And now we've got a ticking time bomb on our hands."
Lyria sat up straight, her eyes wide. "We need to fix this. Now."
Mike, still trapped between the two, hesitantly raised his hand. "Umm, not to interrupt or anything, but... how?"
Ayesha's grin returned, but this time it had a hint of malice. "There's a ritual. But first, I'm not the only one who can help." She paused for effect. "I know a couple of elves who owe me a favor."
Lyria, never one to be outdone, scoffed. "You're not the only one with connections. I have friends from the Elf Kingdom of Fëanor. Let's call them."
With a flick of her wrist, a portal shimmered open, and two figures stepped through. The first was an ethereal looking elf with silver hair and pale skin, her outfit barely covering anything, her pink nipples are rubbing against her clothes . The second elf had dark skin and glowing golden eyes, her body toned and athletic, dressed in revealing armor that left little to the imagination.
"Well, this is a surprise," said the silver-haired elf, her eyes sweeping the room before settling on Lyria. "What's going on?"
The darker elf smirked, clearly enjoying the tension in the room. "This looks... fun."
"These are my friends," Lyria introduced them. "Astrid and Nyssa."
Astrid, the silver-haired elf, raised an eyebrow. "You've brought us here for a curse-breaking ritual?"
Ayesha chimed in, her tone casual but still teasing. "There's a little more to it than that. We're... partners now." She nudged Lyria playfully, and Lyria shoved her back by grabbing her boobs, the rivalry still simmering beneath the surface.
Nyssa chuckled, her golden eyes flickering with interest. "Partners, huh? We'll see about that." She glanced at Mike, who was still lying awkwardly on the bed, looking completely out of his depth.
Astrid crossed her arms. "Before we help you with this curse, we need to make sure you're actually on the same page." She eyed Ayesha and Lyria. "You two need to prove that you trust each other."
Lyria frowned. "What do you mean?"
Astrid's grin widened. "A test. A test of trust... and closeness."
Nyssa chimed in with a smirk. "And don't worry, human," she added, her gaze sliding over to Mike. "You'll be part of it too."
Mike sat up, his face flushed. "W....what kind of test?"
Without waiting for an answer, Astrid gestured toward the bathing chamber. "First, you both need to cleanse yourselves. The ritual won't work if you're not properly... prepared."
Ayesha and Lyria exchanged a wary glance before reluctantly heading into the bathing chamber, stripping off their shredded clothes and properly revealing their bold figures as they stepped into the hot, steamy water.
As soon as they were in the bath, their competitive nature flared again. Lyria splashed water at Ayesha, her voice sharp. "Why do you always have to interfere?"
Ayesha, never one to back down, retaliated with a splash of her own. "Maybe because you're always acting like you own everything."
The heated argument quickly turned physical. Lyria's hands grabbed at Ayesha's boobs in frustration, and Ayesha returned the gesture, their bodies pressing together as they struggled for dominance. Each of their boobs are bouncing like wild .
"Jealous?" Ayesha teased, her hands lingering as she pushed Lyria against the edge of the bath. Their boobs pressing against each other.
"Of what?" Lyria growled, shoving her back.
The catfight escalated, with both of them grabbing and pushing each other in a mix of frustration and jealousy, their bare bodies slipping against each other in the water. After some back and forth Lyria gets a good grip on Ayesha. She locked Ayesha's hand with her own.
"You bitch, do you think you are great? Just because your boobs are larger doesn't mean man will die for it." Lyria then licks Ayesha's boobs.
"Ahhhhhhh!" A soft moan echoes throughout the bathroom.
Ayesha then uses her legs slide it inbetween Lyria's thighs and rub it.
"Ahhhhhhh!" Lyria quickly covers her mouth releasing Ayesha.
Ayesha then ties Lyria with a magic, before Lyria can break out, Ayesha sucks Lyria's boobs with all her strength.
Lyria moaning loudly, Ayesha then says, "bitch, this is payback."
Meanwhile, back in the main room, Mike was having a hard time keeping his composure. Astrid and Nyssa were clearly enjoying the show. "They'll be at it for a while," Nyssa said, her voice dripping with amusement. "But you.... you seem like an interesting one."
Astrid leaned in closer, her silver hair brushing against Mike's arm. "You're quite brave, being in a room with so much... energy."
Mike gulped, trying to hold himself together as both elves teased him with playful words and gestures.
Nyss boobs is bouncing against Mike's thighs like jelly. Meanwhile Astrid pulls Mike's face towards her , their leaps meeting in a fiery kiss . Her tongue slides into his mouth .
"Hey, that's not fair," Nyss says with a playful grin, her hand trailing teasingly across Astrid's boobs, stirring the tension between them.
When they hear a noise, they quickly return to normal, acting as if nothing had happened.
After what felt like an eternity, Ayesha and Lyria finally emerged from the bath, wrapped in nothing but towels, their earlier rivalry still simmering beneath the surface.
"Ready for the ritual?" Nyssa asked, grinning at their obvious discomfort.
Ayesha and Lyria exchanged a glance, their hesitation clear. "What do we have to do?" Lyria asked cautiously.
Astrid's grin grew wider. "The curse can only be broken by... intimate contact." She let that sink in before adding, "You'll need to purify each other. Fully."
Both Ayesha and Lyria froze, their eyes wide. "What?!"
Nyssa shrugged, her tone casual. "It's either that, or we'll have to step in and... take care of it with him." She winked at Mike, who nearly choked on his own breath.
Lyria, not willing to let anyone else take control, finally snapped. "Fine. I don't care anymore." She grabbed Ayesha by the arm and dragged her onto the bed, pushing her down before starting the ritual in the most unexpected way.
As the scene heated up, Mike was left wondering if this ritual was a blessing or a curse, caught between the intense rivalry, jealousy, and the confusing situation that had unfolded.