The Dried Herbs' Irresistible Allure
Claudia hadn't planned on taking things further with Asha today. She'd judged that sexual advances weren't the most effective way to approach her. …Even if she'd fumbled a button during their first meeting.
Of course, Claudia had no intention of making excuses. If she really had gotten pregnant, she planned to retire from adventuring and return to her hometown with Asha.
Anyway. That's why Claudia had come solely to relay the harpies' thanks and prepare a meal. But seeing the damp clumps of fur left abandoned before her, she couldn't hold back.
There were no issues while handling the red furball and the silver one. The light pink, sweet-scented hair of Asha shouldn't have been a problem either.
"Sha'a?"
"…Yes?"
"You okay? You're wobbling all over."
"I-I'm… f-fine."
Asha, receiving the brushing, kept swaying unsteadily. Claudia recalled Asha's fatigued face and assumed it was just exhaustion… but that didn't quite fit. Her condition was off—beyond mere drunken staggering, she was now rubbing her body against Claudia's waist.
That's when Claudia realized something was wrong. Asha would never rub up against her like this on her own.
Claudia reached out to check Asha's face. Pinching the soft cheek and turning it revealed drool pooling at the corners of her mouth. Her eyes had lost focus, pupils dilated and unfixed. They darted as if seeing something, but Claudia couldn't tell what. A loose, silly smile spilled from her lips—a look less like drunkenness and more like… drugged intoxication.
The sharp intelligence in those emerald eyes had faded, drowned in whatever pleasure gripped her. Frankly, it stirred Claudia's lust.
Rubbing her soft cheek against Claudia's body, pressing her pliant breasts—unencumbered by undergarments—against her thigh… it was hard to endure.
"Sha'a…."
Claudia shook her head, as if nursing a headache. Why was this happening all of a sudden? She retraced when Asha's state had turned strange. Right after she'd pulled out the brush?
Pinpointing the moment, Claudia rummaged in the pouch at her waist. Her fingers brushed a small bag of dried herbs.
…Is this the culprit?
She'd taken them as ordinary dried medicinal herbs. Pulling out the bag, Asha's eyes followed it. She wriggled, sniffing the air.
"So that's the problem."
They were herbs meant for medicine. But curiosity struck—what could make this light-pink-haired alchemist lose her reason like this? Claudia pinned Asha's wrists with one hand, then cautiously opened the bag and inhaled the scent. Just… a refreshing aroma from dried herbs. She even tasted a bit. No issues.
As Claudia examined the herbs, she caught sight of Asha watching with hazy, envious eyes, drool trickling down. It seemed to affect beastkin or animals like her. Since it didn't faze Claudia, the giver probably hadn't bothered mentioning it.
"…This is tricky."
Sighing, Claudia stowed the herb pouch securely, tying it tight and sealing it in her bag to contain the scent. She released Asha's wrists. Red marks lingered on the pale skin—a stark brand. Seeing it twisted something bittersweet in Claudia's chest.
Asha's eyes still lacked reason; the effect lingered. She sniffed, seeking the herb's aroma. It would wear off soon, Claudia figured.
But shadows fell over her face. Hot breath tickled her skin, and lush hair brushed her shoulder, itching. The source… was Asha.
"…Sha'a?"
Asha approached, mouth agape, and in an instant, covered Claudia's lips. Her soft tongue lapped at the firmly sealed mouth, demanding entry. Wet licking sounds and saliva splatters filled the air. Claudia's lips were soon drenched in Asha's drool.
For Claudia, this was far more stimulating than some dried weeds.
She considered pushing her away but recalled the red marks. …This much should be fine. Can't have her getting hurt…
Claudia slowly parted her lips. As if waiting for that, Asha's pink tongue invaded, greedily probing Claudia's own for lingering herb traces and essence.
Their tongues tangled, saliva exchanged. Asha's tongue grew aggressive, clinging fiercely to Claudia's in pursuit of remnants. To the recipient, it was just adorable—like a child desperately hunting candy. Claudia chuckled inwardly, counterattacking with her tongue.
Asha's pink invader was swiftly overwhelmed, twisted this way and that. The bold general who'd charged into enemy territory paid the price for her bravado—disarmed, bound, head bowed.
Asha moaned lewdly under the assault of Claudia's tongue and the herbs' traces. The sticky kiss dragged on, filled with lip smacks and wet slurps. Drool stained her white shirt, leaving dark spots.
As the herb's aftertaste faded from Claudia's tongue, Asha's sweet body scent intensified. So… it was only natural for Claudia's rod to stiffen fully.
The rigid length prodded Asha's lower belly—poke, poke—as she hungrily explored with her tongue. Asha flinched at the sudden stimulus but, finding pleasure in it, wrapped her twisting tail tightly around Claudia's thigh.
Claudia… was at her limit. She wanted to hurl Asha onto the bed and ravage her instinctively, roughly. But… that wasn't what she desired. Not now, at least.
Still, she admitted her judgment was off. Asha's pheromones, disproportionate to her clumsy tongue work, were overwhelmingly potent.
"…This much should be okay."
Slipping a hand under Asha's armpit amid her panting closeness, Claudia lifted her. Perhaps due to no more remnants, Asha obediently withdrew her tongue. A silvery thread stretched between them.
Setting Asha down, Claudia slipped off her pants, exposing her lower half. Glimpses of toned thighs appeared. And… her fully erect rod sprang free, bulging against her underwear before shoving it aside.
Behind the shaft, Asha peeked out. Sniffing the unfamiliar scent, she inhaled deeply.
Claudia swallowed, carefully retrieving the dried herbs and rubbing them along her rod. A faint chill lingered, soon neutralized by warmth. No explanation needed—Asha had taken it into her mouth.
To lap up the scattered herbs, Asha engulfed the mushroom head, rolling her tongue greedily, just as before. Saliva overflowed, drenching the tip and trickling down the shaft. Claudia's rod was soon slick with Asha's spit.
The mildly warm stimulation was enough to push her toward release, leaving Claudia satisfied. Using Asha in her mindless state tugged at her conscience… but hadn't she pounced first? Mostly the herbs' fault, sure.
Then, something unexpected happened.
"Ngh!?"
Perhaps from the overflowing saliva carrying herb essence. Having licked the tip clean, Asha dove for the base to devour the rest. Gripping Claudia's thighs for leverage, she shoved the massive rod into her mouth—down to the throat. Her tongue flicked, but couldn't reach.
Coughing and sputtering in frustration, she spat it out. Undeterred, Asha engulfed it again. The tip battered her throat—failure again. Refusing to quit, she kept trying for the root herbs, enduring agony with dogged persistence.
Claudia was flustered. She hadn't expected Asha to deepthroat her like this. Content with tip stimulation before, this new intensity brought unprecedented pleasure. Seeing Asha grip her thighs, face pained yet forcing it down… it sent chills through her.
Maybe that's why release built so fast, almost premature. Claudia's eyes fell on Asha's diligently bobbing pink head. Without thinking, she gripped it and pressed down.
At once… she thrust semen straight into Asha's throat. Gagging sounds accompanied the flow. Asha gulped it down, tongue writhing—as if urging more. In truth, Claudia's grip finally let her reach the herbs, but outwardly, both seemed utterly pleased.
Behind them came the steady sound of even breathing.