Episode 24 – Lahara's Bedroom
With a loud, heavy thud, Lahara’s bedroom door slammed shut, and Luciel was pushed onto the bed, tumbling helplessly onto the mattress.
"Kyaah!"
Lahara's bed was firmer than expected. Instead of a musty, dusty odor, the mattress carried a familiar scent of sweat mingled with a faint, cheap but refreshing aroma of herbal soap.
True to her nature, the room was rustic and somewhat cluttered, yet strangely, it didn't feel unpleasant.
The dawn light, creeping through a tiny crack in the window, bathed the room in a soft, crimson glow.
This woman really has unbelievable strength. But to go this far just because she won a bet...
Luciel glared at Lahara while smoothing down her disheveled hair. Lahara was looking down at her with sparkling eyes, clearly enjoying the situation like a playful predator.
Beneath her sweat-drenched sleeveless shirt, her muscular forearms and firm abdominal muscles boasted a healthy, wild beauty.
"Now, Luciel. A bet's a bet, right? The winner gets one wish. For today, you're going to serve me. And I mean a very special, unforgettable kind of service. The clients lately have been so pathetic, I've been dying of boredom."
Lahara chuckled, whispering low into Luciel's ear. As her hot breath brushed against her, Luciel flinched reflexively, her shoulders tensing.
Lahara's voice was husky and deep, carrying an unconcealed anticipation and a mischievous interest in Luciel.
She slowly stepped closer and sat down heavily on the edge of the bed.
"What kind of prank is this, Lahara? If it's something pointless, I will politely decline."
Luciel tried her best to remain calm, but her voice trembled slightly. It was her first time facing such an aggressive approach, and she couldn't help but feel tense.
"Today, you're giving me—and I'm giving you—a very special service. Something meticulous, something to remember."
Lahara smirked, drawing out her words slowly.
"You aren't secretly looking forward to it, are you? Hmm?"
She whispered, her finger tracing lightly along Luciel's jawline.
"First, let's get you out of these suffocating clothes. Why are you all bundled up when it's just the two of us? Want me to help? I really want to feel that soft skin of yours with my fingertips. Relax, Luciel. Let's have some fun."
To think I'd get excited in a situation like this... The cursed womb tattoo is already starting to react again!
Luciel's mind was a chaotic mess, but she desperately tried to ignore the subtle heat blooming from the cursed tattoo of the Constellations on her lower abdomen. She fought to suppress her body's unbidden, traitorous reactions.
"Get your hands off me! I-I'll take them off myself! Lahara!"
In the end, Luciel began to shed her clothes one by one with trembling hands.
With every soft rustle of thin fabric falling helplessly to the floor, her pale skin was laid bare before Lahara's candid, curious gaze.
Her voluptuous breasts, slender waist, and the soft curves of her hips—Lahara swept her eyes over Luciel's body with unvarnished admiration.
Lahara's ragged breathing tickled Luciel's ear.
"Whoa... Luciel, seeing you like this outside of the bathhouse, your body is incredible. I've always wanted to sleep with you. Especially these breasts—I don't think I could even fit one in a single hand. Can I touch them? I'm dying to know how this soft, white flesh of yours will feel in my palms!"
Lahara gasped in genuine awe, carefully reaching her large hands toward Luciel's round, swelling breasts.
Her hands were rough and calloused, but surprisingly warm. Luciel instinctively shrank back, but Lahara's touch was gentle yet firm.
"Hngh...!"
As Lahara's warm, slightly rough hand cupped Luciel's soft breast, squeezing it like a ripe fruit, a small whimper escaped Luciel's lips.
The curse of the Constellations flared up without fail. Aside from her embarrassment, a thrilling pleasure surged through her body like lightning. She could clearly feel her nipples swelling, hardening like small beads.
Lahara's grip was strong, but rather than painful, it was a deeply pleasurable pressure.
"Haa... haa... ah... mm..."
Lahara rolled Luciel's nipple between her fingers, making a satisfied, lip-smacking sound.
"Your nipples are already this hard? Did you like my touch that much? Hehe. If I suck on these flushed peaks, what kind of sounds will you make? I wonder how sweet you'll taste."
Lahara chuckled mischievously, gently pinching, twisting, and tugging at Luciel's other nipple.
It was a careful yet curious touch, as if she were handling a fascinating novelty for the very first time.
The stimulation was so direct and intense that Luciel couldn't even think of resisting, only letting out whimpers of mixed pain and pleasure.
"Ah...! Nngh...! Lahara, s-stop...! It tickles...! Haaah! Your fingers... they're too rough!"
Luciel shook her head and pleaded, but her voice was already weak, thoroughly drenched in pleasure.
Paying no heed, Lahara began to explore her body even more boldly. Though her touch was unrefined, she instinctively found and stimulated Luciel's most sensitive spots.
Luciel's body reacted helplessly to the curse, and hot, sticky arousal began to slick down the insides of her thighs.
Squelch... squelch... squelch...
The lewd sound of wet flesh rubbing together echoed softly.
My body... it's reacting to her touch completely against my will! But... strangely... I don't hate these rough hands. In fact... I want to keep feeling this heat... No, I can't!
Although her body betrayed her by responding to the pleasure, because it was Lahara, she felt a subtle flutter of excitement and embarrassment rather than humiliation.
Lahara gently turned Luciel around, letting her lean her back against her. Then, she sat close behind her, wrapping her strong arms around Luciel's waist.
Luciel's smooth back pressed against Lahara's firm chest. The body heat radiating through her back brought a strange tension, yet also an odd sense of comfort.
This woman is truly unpredictable... But... this warmth isn't bad. In fact—strangely... my heart is racing. The breath brushing against my back... is somehow comforting.
Lahara's hot breath and steady heartbeat vibrated against Luciel's back. The sensation was foreign yet somehow familiar. Being enveloped in her arms felt surprisingly secure.
"Haa... haa... ah... mm..."
Lahara's rough breathing tickled her ear. Her nose nuzzled into Luciel's hair.
"Luciel, your back... is so soft and warm. Just like silk dried in the sun. And you smell... so sweet. Can I have a taste? I wonder what your skin tastes like."
Lahara's low voice vibrated near Luciel's ear. One of her hands gently cupped Luciel's lower abdomen, while the other slid carefully up her shoulder to her nape.
Though her hands were rough and calloused, her touch was surprisingly delicate and careful. She handled her like a fragile glass that might shatter, causing Luciel to shiver involuntarily.
"Hngh..."
Lahara's fingers slowly traced down past Luciel's collarbone, slipping into the valley of her cleavage.
Luciel held her breath. Stimulation coming from behind offered an unpredictable tension, entirely different from a frontal approach.
Without hesitation, Lahara's hand gently cupped Luciel's voluptuous left breast. With her thumb and index finger, she delicately found the nipple and gave it a light twist.
"Ah...! Haa-ah!"
The moan that escaped Luciel's lips carried both surprise and a new kind of pleasure.
The warmth of Lahara's body pressing from behind, the steady thrum of her heartbeat, and the hands caressing her breasts all merged to seize control of Luciel's senses.
"Lahara... you... where did you learn this...! Hngh... it's too much...! Every time your fingers brush against me... my whole body tingles...! My lower belly... feels strange...!"
"Luciel, you really are sensitive. Reacting so quickly to just a light touch... it's cute. Heh. Your body is so honest. It's practically begging me for more. When your nipples are standing erect like this, tempting me, how could I possibly hold back?"
Lahara let out a low, satisfied chuckle. Her other hand found Luciel's right breast and began to knead it gently.
Caressing both breasts simultaneously, Lahara's touch grew bolder. Combined with the curse of the Constellations, Luciel fell helplessly into the direct pleasure of Lahara's hands.
Squelch... squelch... squelch...
Her hips arched slightly on their own, pressing her even closer against Lahara's body.
Lahara's hands... are warmer than I thought... and it feels so good... I've never felt anything like this before... No, I have to pull myself together... But... my body... won't listen... Ahh! These rough hands... are melting me...! The womb tattoo is burning...!
She was focusing on the pleasure of the moment simply as a woman. Every time Lahara's hot breath tickled her neck, goosebumps broke out across her skin.
"Haa... Lahara... stop... no, more... touch me more... Your hands... feel too good... Ah! Every time your fingers tease my nipples... my lower belly... gets so hot... I can almost hear myself getting wet...! It's so embarrassing...!"
Deciding that Luciel's body was sufficiently warmed up, Lahara gently turned her around to face her.
The two knelt on the bed, facing each other. They were close enough to feel each other's hot breath.
Lahara's hazel eyes shone with mischief and deep affection, and Luciel met her gaze directly without looking away.
Lahara's eyes... seeing them this close... they're actually quite... attractive. That honest, unpretentious side of her... might be her greatest charm.
She found herself slowly letting her guard down before Lahara's raw, genuine presence.
"Luciel, do you know how beautiful you look right now? Your face is so flushed... like a ripe apple. I want to take a bite out of you. Are your lips just as sweet? Let me have a taste. And that wet pussy of yours... I bet it's overflowing with honey by now."
Lahara whispered, gently caressing Luciel's cheek. Her voice carried genuine warmth. Luciel felt her face grow even hotter at those words.
She wasn't used to compliments, but Lahara's blunt, lustful words tickled her heart in a pleasant way.
"S-shut up... Look at you, drenched in sweat... Though... you don't look half bad. I can hear your heartbeat from here. Would it be alright if I sucked on those firm nipples of yours?"
Luciel replied bluntly, but her voice carried a softness and an unconscious provocation. The two looked into each other's eyes and shared a quiet smile.
It was a moment of deeper connection than any words could convey. Lahara gently took Luciel's hands and guided them to her own chest.
"Touch me, Luciel. See for yourself... if I'm as sensitive as you are. That's what friends are for, right? Heh. I'm dying to know how it feels to have your pale fingers kneading my breasts. You can even bite my nipples. Hard."
Lahara's voice trembled slightly. She, too, seemed nervous. Luciel hesitated for a moment, but soon began to gently caress Lahara's firm yet supple breasts.
Lahara's skin was healthily sun-kissed, but it felt surprisingly smooth and elastic. As Luciel's fingers brushed against her nipples, Lahara let out a low groan, her body shuddering slightly.
"Hngh... Luciel... your touch... it tickles, but it feels so good... Like... a little bird fluttering its wings... Mmm... Every time your fingers touch me... I can't help but get wet down there... I feel like I can hear my pussy squelching, Luciel!"
Lahara rested her forehead against Luciel's shoulder. Luciel found her behavior somewhat endearing. It was a feminine side of her, completely different from her usual boisterous and energetic self.
Luciel caressed Lahara's breasts even more boldly, whispering softly in her ear.
"Lahara, you're quite sensitive too, aren't you? Seeing how easily you heat up. If I touch you just a little more, you look like you'll climax right away. How about it? Can I knead and suck on this hot body of yours to my heart's content? I'm curious to see how hard your nipples will get inside my mouth. I want to hear you moan, too."
Luciel's voice carried a hint of playfulness, mixed with a slight possessiveness that had bloomed without her realizing it.
"Hmph... look who's talking... You're the one losing your mind at my every touch... Ah...! Luciel... there... not there...! It's too much...! Having your fingers play with my nipples... I can't take it...! You can even slap my breasts... hard! No, bite my nipples with your mouth... hard!"
Lahara arched her back, letting out a high-pitched cry at Luciel's touch. Her wet breath tickled Luciel's ear.
The two continued to caress each other carefully yet passionately, as if exploring each other's bodies. Luciel pressed her lips against Lahara's, sharing a soft but deep kiss.
Lahara's lips were rough but warm, and her tongue tangled with Luciel's clumsily but passionately.
"Suck... slurp... smooch... mm..."
Their saliva mingled, making a wet, squelching sound. Because of their kneeling position, their most sensitive parts naturally pressed against each other, and the sensation of bare skin rubbing together without a single thread of clothing sent a thrilling shiver through them.
Luciel wrapped one hand around Lahara's firm buttocks, pulling her closer, while her other hand gently caressed her wet cleft.
The area was already hot and wet, as if waiting for Luciel's touch, like a spring overflowing with honey.
"Hngh... Lahara... you... are so hot here... I feel like I'll melt just by touching you... Can I stir your secret spring with my fingers? Until it makes a squelching sound. I wonder what kind of noise you'll make if I slide my fingers all the way inside you."
Lahara also wrapped her arms around Luciel's waist, grinding her body in sync with her movements.
"Haa... Luciel... you too... I want to touch your wetness... it looks so soft... Ah! I'm dying to taste your sweet nectar with my fingers! I want to bury my face in your pussy and suck on it!"
Their mingled moans filled the room, and the two fell together into the abyss of pleasure as if they had become one.
"Haa... haa... ah... mm..."
"This... I've never felt like this before... For two women... to feel this good... Ah! Every time your skin rubs against mine, it feels like the whole world stops! I want to melt into your body just like this!"
Luciel's inner thoughts burst out alongside her moans. She felt a hot gush welling up from her lower abdomen.
"Ah...! Lahara...! I... I came... Even without you touching me there... just by rubbing against you... like this...!" Luciel's body trembled finely as she reached her first climax, her hot fluids soaking Lahara's thighs.
After two intense rounds of exploration, Luciel and Lahara caught their breath, sharing each other's warmth.
In Luciel's heart, a whirlwind of complex emotions she had never felt before was raging. Friendship for Lahara, and perhaps something more.
She couldn't yet identify the true nature of this feeling, but one thing was certain: she didn't dislike this moment. Rather, a powerful desire to know more was beginning to sprout.
"Luciel... you... are truly amazing... I... I didn't know I would end up like this... Every time you touch me, my whole body feels like it's melting... Mmm... When you touched my pussy, I thought I was going to lose my mind. I don't even know how many times I've come already."
Lahara panted. Her face was flushed with the afterglow of pleasure, and her eyes were dazed, as if she were wandering through a dream.
Luciel felt a strange sense of satisfaction seeing Lahara like this. To think this strong half-orc warrior would crumble so completely under her touch.
"We're not done yet, Lahara. Our night is just beginning. Just as you wanted 'service' from me, I've come to want... something a bit deeper from you. I want to press myself completely into this hot body of yours. I want to make a mess of your pussy with my tongue, and make you cry and beg before me."
Luciel's voice carried a seductive power that surprised even herself.
Luciel laid Lahara comfortably on the bed and positioned herself between her legs.
Then, tangling their legs together, they pressed their bodies close, like a single blooming flower or two intertwining serpents.
Their most sensitive areas pressed together intensely once more, and this time, a far more direct and explicit friction began.
"Hngh...! Luciel...! This position... is too... intense...! Every time your wetness rubs against mine... my lower belly feels like it's going to burst...! The sound of our pussies clashing—*squelch, squelch, slap, slap*—is so dirty!"
Lahara let out a breathless groan. Her firm pubic bone pressed hard against Luciel's soft vulva, and each time, Luciel also let out a sweet scream alongside a thrilling shudder.
"Ahnn...! Lahara...! You... your body is so hot...! I feel like we're going to melt like this...! I never knew rubbing my pussy against yours would feel this good...!"
The two wrapped their arms around each other's waists, instinctively moving their hips to explore each other's deepest depths. Their completely bare skin rubbed together fiercely,
Squish... squelch... slurp... gasp...
The wet friction echoed lewdly in the room. They could feel each other's hot breath and rapid heartbeats, and their sweat-slicked skin slid smoothly against one another. Every time her clitoris was pressed and rubbed hard against Lahara's firm body, Luciel felt an extreme pleasure, as if all the nerves in her body were concentrating on that single point.
This... this kind of sensation...! To think I actually wanted this...! But... I can't stop...! More... harder...! Rubbing myself against Lahara's hot body... is driving me crazy! The womb tattoo feels like it's on fire...!
Her reason had long since been swept away by the waves of pleasure.
*Suck... slurp... slurp...*
The sound of their flesh interlocking was intense. Once again, a hot gush erupted from Luciel's lower abdomen.
"Ahhh...! I came... I came again...! Lahara, your body is too hot... I can't take it...!"
Her juices sprayed like a fountain, soaking Lahara's stomach and thighs.
"Haa...! Hngh...! Luciel... you... are truly... the best...! Everything about you... drives me crazy...! Ah...! More... deeper...! Engrave all of yourself inside me...! Cover me with your soft skin...! Crush my pussy with yours!"
Lahara let out a cry that was almost a scream, gripping Luciel's shoulders tightly. Her nails dug into Luciel's tender skin, but Luciel found even that pain turning into pleasure.
"Nngh...! Lahara...! You... you're the one... turning me... into a completely different person...! This kind of emotion... this kind of pleasure...! It's my first time feeling it...! Haaah...! Harder... faster...! Let's... go together...! I want to melt away inside you! I want to make everything of yours mine!"
Their bodies moved in perfect unison as if they were one. Their heat and fluids mingled, filling the room with a sweltering warmth and a sweet, musky scent. Lost in each other, they lost all track of time. Finally, Luciel's body arched like a bow, spasming violently, while Lahara cried out Luciel's name, her entire body shuddering in tandem.
"Ciel...! Ahhh...!" "Lahara...! Kyaaaah...!"
Their climactic cries filled the room as hot fluids sprayed once more from their bodies, thoroughly soaking the bedsheets.
*Slap... slap... slap...*
The sound of their wet bodies clashing marked the finale.
Lahara's body went limp as she panted heavily. Luciel also laid her exhausted body beside her. Amidst her chaotic emotions, she found herself experiencing a strange satisfaction and a deep bond she had never felt before.
"Haa... haa... ah... mm..."
Feeling a dull ache in her lower abdomen, Luciel was astonished by the fact that she couldn't even count how many times she had climaxed.
"Ciel..."
After a long silence, Lahara spoke in a hoarse voice.
"What."
"You... were really... an amazing woman. No... you still are. I think... I underestimated you too much. I didn't know the fire inside you would burn me up too. Your pussy... was truly the best."
"Hmph... so you finally realized, you dense fool. But... you weren't easy either. Your heat... almost made me lose my mind too. And your breasts... were quite delicious."
Luciel replied bluntly, but a faint smile played on her lips. Tonight, what had started as a service from a bet had brought a strange comfort, an unexpected exchange of emotions, and perhaps the budding of something more than friendship.
In this hellish Feast, she might have found another place to lean on, or another soul to share her heart with. Her journey toward revenge was still long and arduous, but at this moment, she felt as if she had gained a small warmth, and perhaps a new strength.
A relationship like this... might not be so bad.
Luciel leaned into Lahara's embrace and quietly closed her eyes.
