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'N-No way! She's actually presenting herself!'
Serafine sat frozen. There, right in front of her, was her devoted follower, completely, utterly, and undeniably... nude. And not just any nude, but the kind that could make even the goddess of Venus a little jealous.
Every curve was perfection, every angle a thing of beauty. She couldn't help but let out an exaggerated gasp.
"W-Why are you staring at me like that? Is it not to your liking?" the woman asked, her voice trembling ever so slightly. Her eyes were wide, vulnerable, almost pleading.
"Of course it's to my liking," she stammered, though she wasn't quite sure where to focus her eyes. There was a certain energy in the air that made everything a bit awkward. "Wait, no. That's not the point!" She gave Mariella a quick glance to regain composure. "The important thing is—are you comfortable?"
There was a pause, and Serafine couldn't help but notice the soft flicker of something unreadable in the woman's eyes. The kind of look that screamed desperation.
For a second, she looked almost puzzled, like someone who had been used and discarded too many times. "Comfortable?" she repeated, a quiet laugh escaping her lips. "I don't think anyone's asked me that in... well, ever."
[Your Worshipping Rating With Mariella Increased By 5 Points!]
'Bingo.'
"Well, are you comfortable?"
"I... I suppose I am because I willingly showed myself to you."
"Good. Because if I were a goddess, you'd be a divine creation."
Without a word, Serafine closed the gap, her lips brushing against Mariella's, soft and slow, like the teasing prelude of a dramatic tale. For a split second, time seemed to stretch, an eternity packed into the smallest moment. As if on cue, Mariella, her eyes wide with surprise, leaned in just a fraction more, unsure of what to do but unable to stop herself.
The kiss deepened just a little. Serafine's fingers grazed Mariella's cheek, guiding her movements to ensure she won't pull away in the slightest moment.
"Mariella," Serafine whispered against her lips, pulling back just a touch, "you're learning fast."
Mariella, dazed, blushed a shade of red that could rival a tomato. "I—uh—I think I liked that?" She'd never done it with a woman before nor has she entertained such idea before meeting this golden haired woman before her.
"Should I teach you?"
"What do you mean?"
"How to do it with a woman?"
"You've done it with other women before?"
Somehow, Mariella's gaze turned downright terrifying, her big eyes narrowed, darkening with a look that sent a shiver down Serafine's spine. She'd never imagined the tavern woman could look so menacing.
"J-Just a little! Because, you know, I was curious!" Serafine quickly sputtered, doing her best to regain some composure, though her voice had an almost panicked pitch.
"Oh! I see!" she smiled, as if nothing had happened. The smile returned like the sun breaking through the clouds, and Serafine couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. "That's valid. I'm a little curious myself too, though I do wonder who you did it with..."
"Um, just some woman from a whorehouse whose name I forgot..."
To shut her up, Serafine drew her into a tender embrace, their breasts pressing together, nipples stiffening at the intimate contact. "Look, it's about you tonight, okay?" Her hands, soft and warm, began to explore the curves of the woman's body with a gentle, almost reverent touch. She traced the dip of Mariella's waist, the flare of her hips, marveling at the way her fingers sank into the plush, yielding flesh.
Leaning in, capturing Mariella's lips in a slow, sensual kiss, her tongue traced the seam of the mouth, seeking entry, coaxing her to open up. There was a warm gasp, the lips parting, and Serafine delved inside, their tongues dancing and twining.
As they kissed, Serafine could feel the heavy globes filling her palms, the nipples pebbling against her fingers as if begging for more. Her fingers rolled and plucked at the sensitive buds, sending jolts of pleasure arcing through Mariella's body. It was like a body of exquisite cloud from how much volume it had that squeezing them was more of a reward than an effort to please.
"Oh!" Mariella gasped, arching into Serafine's touch. She had never known such sensation, such focused pleasure that seemed only for her because there was never anything in her life that was directed at her. The way Serafine touched her, kissed her, it was as if she was worshipping her body, venerating the temple of her flesh.
The kiss broke, one of the exposed nipples sucked inside the warm mouth of Serafine. She did it hard, her tongue swirling around the tender peak, as her hand continued its relentless teasing of Mariella's other breast until there was a taste of liquid.
'Milk?'
Right, there were cases where women produced milk without even baring a child, even the infertile women who desired motherhood yet could never be one. Curious at the taste, she drank more and more despite the growing realization on Mariella's eyes on what's happening.
"W-Wait! Am I producing milk?"
Serafine popped out her mouth. "It seems so. But just relax for me, alright?" Then came back to what she was doing.
The heat of Serafine's mouth, the wet suction of her lips, it was almost too much to bear. As her breasts were lavished with attention, her other hand drifted lower, over the gentle swell of Mariella's belly, the dip of her navel.
She could hear the tavern woman's breathing getting caught in her throat as her fingers brushed over her mound, teasing through the damp curls that guarded her most intimate place.
"Spread your legs for me, my dear," Serafine murmured, her voice muffled against Mariella's breast.
With a shuddering breath, Mariella complied, parting her thighs to reveal the glistening pink folds of her sex. There was a hum of approval before her fingers drifted through the slick, parting the petals to reveal the throbbing pearl at the center.
"Does it feel nice?" Serafine purred, circling the sensitive nub with a feather-light touch. "I've barely touched you, and you're already so close. I'll take that as a yes."
Mariella could only whimper in response, her hips rocking against Serafine's hand, seeking more of that maddening touch until she felt that sharp pang of pain as a finger drilled into her clutching sheath. It was pumped slowly, gently, allowing the pussy to adjust to the new sensation of being filled, claimed, possessed.
Another finger was added, then a third, stretching the walls, coaxing them to accept the invasion. All the while, there was relentless assault on Mariella's breasts and clit, sucking, licking, stroking, pushing her ever closer to the edge of rapture.
"I... I feel so strange," Mariella gasped, her body undulating beneath Serafine's touch. "It's as if I'm burning up from the inside out."
"Shh, I won't stop."
With that, Serafine redoubled her efforts, her fingers pumping hard and fast into Mariella's dripping cunt, her thumb rubbing mercilessly at her clit to ensure that there was building pressure to make the coil within her winding tighter and tighter, until it snapped.
"Serafine!"
Their body convulsed, her sex clamping down on Serafine's fingers like a vice.
Wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over her, drowning her in a tide of pure, unadulterated bliss.
Serafine gentled her touch, stroking Mariella through the aftershocks, helping her float down from the heights of her climax. As the last tremors faded, Serafine withdrew her fingers, bringing them to her mouth. She licked them clean, savoring the taste of Mariella's essence.
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[Mission Completed: Ruination System - Third Mission]
Objective Status: Achieved
Reward: +200 Ruination Points (RN)
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[You Have Leveled Up!]