Licked in the Dungeon's Moonlight
"Th... you're not really going to do it, right?"
I tried to subtly pull my hand back.
No matter how much they said in jokes that saliva could heal it, who would actually believe that? And putting someone else's finger in your mouth?
"I'm kidding. Just kidding. Don't mind it. Besides, my finger's basically numb right now, so it doesn't even hurt..."
I laughed awkwardly, trying to defuse the situation. But her eyes sank even deeper at the mention of numbness.
Her cool fingers clamped down hard over the pulse on my wrist.
"Numb...?"
"Huh?"
"Then isn't this far more serious than mere pain? Your words just now have made this one even more concerned about thy finger."
Her red eyes blazed in the darkness.
"Wait, Leoness. Calm down. This is like mana backlash or something—saliva won't..."
I instinctively sensed the danger and yanked my hand back hard.
Clank.
"Ah."
A dull metallic sound rang out, and my hand stopped dead in mid-air with a jerk.
The mana restraints binding my wrist left nowhere to escape.
"Stay still."
Leoness gripped my trapped wrist even tighter to prevent any further flight.
"Let go...! Let go...!"
I thrashed, the chains rattling as I struggled to free my hand. But the bound wrist had no escape.
My hand dangled helplessly right in front of her nose.
She slowly brought her face toward my index finger.
Her skin gleamed white in the moonlight. Between her slightly parted red lips, I could see her neat teeth and the glistening wet tongue inside.
"W-wait...!"
My scream was swallowed into her mouth.
"Mmph?!"
A warm, wet sensation engulfed my trapped index finger down to the root in one gulp.
My mind went blank white.
Crazy, she actually did it?!
The unfamiliar sensation from my index finger.
The blackened tip should have been numb. I'd touched it last time and felt nothing.
But as it was fully engulfed in her mouth, an unexpected wave of stimulation hit me.
The dizzying depth reaching deep into her throat, near her uvula.
And her mouth was far hotter than I'd imagined.
Maybe because it had been exposed to the cold prison air so long—the heat inside felt intensely vivid.
Slurp.
"Hngh..."
A hot moan escaped my lips unbidden.
The first thing I felt was the slick texture of her tongue.
Leoness closed her eyes gently and began sucking my finger like candy. I could feel her soft, hot tongue gliding over every knuckle.
Each brush of the rough tongue buds against my hypersensitive skin sent electric tingles up my spine.
Lick, slurrrp.
The lewd, wet sounds echoed through the prison. They were so obscene and sticky that my ears burned red.
"H-hey! Stop! That's gross!"
I strained my arm again to pull away.
Jangle.
But the cruel restraints only jingled mockingly, refusing to release my hand from her mouth.
The more I resisted, the closer she pressed her body against my chest.
We were practically flush. She gripped my wrist tight and leaned forward, swallowing my finger even deeper.
That was when it happened.
Crunch.
"Ow!"
Sudden pain. Leoness had lightly nipped my finger with her front teeth.
"You said it was numb."
She looked up at me with flushed eyes, my finger still between her teeth.
Her slender eyelashes trembled faintly right before my eyes.
"Th-that's higher up where it's numb."
"Oh? Indeed."
My finger slipped slightly from her mouth, glistening with saliva.
But only for a moment.
"Then what about here?"
She dragged her canine slowly over the third knuckle and asked.
"Eugh...!"
"Dost thou feel it?"
"I-I do! So stop..."
"Then here?"
Ignoring me, she slowly pulled her head back.
Her lips slid up from the base, inch by inch.
Knuckle by knuckle, as if meticulously checking.
Pop.
Her lips passed the second knuckle.
Lick.
Her tongue obsessively probed the joint, circling round and round.
"Here?"
Her muffled voice, with my finger stuffed in her mouth. But that hot breath directly on my skin made every hair on my body stand on end.
"Haa..."
"Still sensation here, it seems."
Her lips moved up further. The final one. The first knuckle.
Slurp, smack.
Now her tongue wrapped around the midpoint, crossing into the blackened boundary.
Hot saliva made my entire finger gleam slickly.
"What of here?"
"Th-there too...! So please stop now...!"
"Lies."
Leoness narrowed her eyes.
"Thou sayest no, yet why doth thy finger cling to this one's tongue so?"
She pressed her tongue firmly against the fleshy part, then flicked it up teasingly, savoring my reactions.
And finally.
Her lips reached the blackened fingertip, the nail.
"Then... only this remains."
Now with just the tip in her mouth, she looked up at me with red eyes.
"Thou said this part hath no sensation?"
"Y-yeah... that's really..."
Instead of answering, she softly wrapped her tongue around the darkened area.
Lick.
"Truly?"
She whispered.
And then.
Crunch.
"...!"
She bit down hard enough on the tip with her front teeth to make a dull sound.
But it didn't hurt.
I felt the flesh compress, but the pain signal was severed.
"'Tis true, then."
She gazed at me with sad eyes.
"This one bit so hard, yet thou dost not even scream."
Then she gently soothed the bitten spot with her tongue.
As if breathing life back into dead flesh.
Slurp, smack, pop.
Her cheeks hollowed with strong suction.
"Mmmngh..."
A nasal hum escaped her nose, like a child savoring sweet candy.
Yet her tongue never rested—tapping the tip, spiraling up, then delving into the knuckles to ravage them.
This... this is getting dangerous.
My heart pounded wildly.
Rational thought was numbing.
"Leoness... please... this feels weird..."
I pleaded her name. But the sound from my mouth was less refusal, more moan.
She didn't stop.
Instead, she pulled my finger out slightly, only to roll it with her tongue playfully.
Focusing on the blackened part—licking, sucking, nipping, then licking again...
"Haa, ngh...!"
I bit my lip to hold back, but the moans leaked out.
Tingling shivers raced up my spine. A heavy, unfamiliar heat coiled in my lower belly.
Squelch, slurrrp.
Her saliva dripped down my finger to my palm.
The lukewarm, sticky fluid soaking my hand felt vividly real.
Smack, poooh.
A transparent thread of saliva stretched long like a string. Glimmering silver in the moonlight, it dangled on the verge of breaking before snapping onto the back of my hand.
She wiped the saliva from her lips with the back of my hand, whispering in a wet voice.
"How is it?"
"Hah, hah... wh-what...?"
I answered, steadying my ragged breaths.
"Doth... the sensation return now?"
I blankly looked down at my finger. Drenched and gleaming with her saliva.
The black stain remained, but every spot she'd bitten and licked burned hot.
"...Dunno."
I answered honestly. Ah. Thirsty. My throat burned.
"Just... hot and wet."
"Hee hee."
Leoness chuckled softly. She burrowed back into my arms, rubbing her face against my chest.
"Then all is well."
"What's well about it? It didn't fade at all."
"Even so... this one's heart feels a bit eased."
She clutched my clothes tightly.
"As if this one hath tasted a share of thy pain."
"..."
I was speechless. Licking a finger wouldn't share pain, but her sincerity made it impossible to scold her.
"Don't do it again. Bad for my heart."
"Thy heart? Doth it pain thee too? Then..."
"No, no. Just an expression."
I cut her off, sensing danger.
I sighed and patted her back.
Still, Leoness murmured contentedly in my arms.
"So warm... now sleep comes."
Her breathing evened out. Back to the docile lamb in slumber. Hmm. Hmm.
Confirming she was asleep, I brought my wet, swollen finger to my nose.
Sniff sniff.
A faint apple scent lingered.
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Chirp, tweet tweet.
Mountain birdsong somewhere.
Morning sunlight pierced through the broken wall, dazzling.
"Mm..."
As I tried to rise, my chest felt heavy.
Looking down, Leoness had wrapped her legs around my waist and arms around my neck, clinging like a cicada.
"Zzz... zzz..."
I chuckled.
Footstep.
Then, a presence at the prison door.
Probably the officer bringing breakfast.
Still half-asleep, I turned my head.
"Who is..."
I couldn't finish.
Beyond the bars.
A silhouette backlit, face hard to see.
But the familiar basket in her hand and pink hair fluttering in the wind couldn't be hidden.
It was Lilliana.
She stood silently.
Leoness burrowed in my arms, sleeping.
And me holding that Leoness.
Her gaze fixed on us two—precisely, our entangled limbs.
"..."
The fresh morning air froze in an instant.
She slowly opened her mouth.
"Good morning, Lady Elise."
Her voice was gentle.
No—a raspy, metallic edge mixed in, cracked raw.
And her puffy eyes were red and inflamed.
"You two... seem incredibly close?"