The Fallen Hero
The road to the Capital was more treacherous than they had anticipated.
About half a day after leaving Ironforge, just as they entered a dense forest path, uninvited guests made their appearance.
“Kieeeek!”
“Humans! Kill them! Take their things!”
It was a pack of green-skinned goblins wielding crude weapons.
Roughly ten of them leaped out from the thickets, blocking the party's path.
Leon instinctively reached for the shield on her back, but Dean reacted even faster.
“Ha! How dare these mere pests block our way!”
Dean shouted gallantly as he drew his longsword, not forgetting to flash a confident smile at Leon.
“Miss Lia, please step back! I won't let them touch so much as a single thread of your clothes!”
Dean leaped down from his horse and charged straight into the middle of the goblin pack.
“Tahah!”
His swordsmanship was quite flashy.
Though it was riddled with unnecessary movements and a desire to show off, his skill was more than enough to handle mere goblins.
Slash! Thud!
Every time Dean swung his sword, goblin heads flew and limbs were severed.
“Kiek? This guy is strong!”
“Keeek! Run away!”
With their comrades slaughtered in an instant, the remaining goblins panicked and scattered in all directions.
Dean showed meticulous care, even throwing daggers to pierce the backs of the fleeing creatures' heads.
The situation was resolved in a flash. Dean shook the blood off his blade and swept his hair back.
“Phew... That wasn't even a proper warm-up.”
He walked back to Leon with an air of triumph.
When he cast a puppy-like gaze begging for praise, Leon scoffed inwardly, but outwardly she clasped her hands together and let out an exclamation of awe.
“Wow! That was truly amazing, Sir Dean! To defeat those monsters in the blink of an eye... As expected of a hero, you're on a completely different level!”
“Hahaha! Well, isn't this just basic etiquette? To protect you, Miss Lia, I could easily slay a dragon.”
Dean's shoulders puffed up so high they practically touched his ears at Leon's praise.
Watching this display, Elena clicked her tongue in disgust.
“Dean, wrap it up faster next time. Taking this long for just a few goblins.”
Despite Elena's sarcasm, Dean was in such a good mood that he merely grinned.
As the sun set and darkness blanketed the forest, the party set up camp on a flat clearing near a stream.
The campfire crackled and popped, and Dean prepared dinner by taking out the jerky and hard bread he had brought along.
Once dinner was over, Dean slid in next to Leon, determined not to miss this opportunity.
A chilly forest night, a crackling campfire, and a peerless beauty—there couldn't be a more perfect setting for romance.
“Um, Miss Lia. The night air is quite cold, isn't it? Would you like to wear my cloak?”
Dean slyly slipped his hand onto Leon's shoulder.
“The stars are beautiful tonight. Do you happen to know any constellations? I know a legend about that star over there...”
Just as Dean was about to make his move.
Grab.
Someone snatched Leon's arm. It was Elena.
“Hey, Dean. Aren't you going to stand watch?”
“What? Why, are you going to sleep already?”
Dean asked in bewilderment, but Elena was relentless.
“Lia isn't an adventurer, so she must be exhausted. She needs to sleep. She's sleeping with me, so you take the night watch.”
Elena pulled Leon to her feet before she even had a chance to reply.
“Ah... Um, Sir Dean. I'm so sorry...”
Leon gave Dean an apologetic smile as she was dragged away by Elena.
“Ah, no... Well, if it's for Miss Lia's sake...”
Dean smacked his lips in disappointment, but intimidated by Elena's fierce aura, he couldn't bring himself to stop them.
In the end, he was left alone in front of the campfire, aimlessly poking at the burning logs with a stick.
Elena led Leon into her tent. Inside the cramped, single-person tent, two sleeping bags had been squeezed together to create a tight, makeshift bed.
The moment they stepped inside, Elena's cold demeanor vanished, shifting instantly.
“My sweet little Lia, where are you feeling tired? Here? Or... maybe here?”
Elena pushed Leon down and climbed on top of her, her mischievous hands slowly caressing the inner thighs.
“Mmh... Lady Elena, Dean might hear us outside.”
Leon whispered, keeping her voice down, but Elena didn't care in the slightest.
“Let him hear. Doesn't that make it even more exciting? Hmm?”
Elena's hand slipped under Leon's clothes, firmly grasping her soft breasts.
“Ahhn!”
“Shh. You have to be quiet. What if Dean comes running in?”
Elena giggled, nibbling gently on Leon's earlobe.
“You worked hard today, so I have to give you a reward. Shall we review what we learned yesterday?”
She roughly pulled down the riding shorts she had gifted Leon to help her ride horses.
With her undergarments stripped away, her pale, milky skin glowed faintly even in the darkness.
Elena's fingers plunged ruthlessly into her already wet pussy.
“Hnghh...!”
Leon clamped her hand over her own mouth.
The sheer tension of knowing Dean was just a thin sheet of tent fabric away amplified the sense of depravity.
“My, you're already so wet. Did you fall for Dean while watching him fight those goblins? Or... did you get wet just thinking about your big sister touching you?”
Elena teased her, swirling her finger around her clitoris.
“Of course... mmgh... it's because of you, sister...”
Leon didn't even think to deny it anymore.
Every time Elena touched her, she felt a burning heat welling up from deep within her body.
To absorb essence, she needed to sleep with Dean too, but Leon was so utterly consumed by pleasure that she couldn't tear herself away from Elena's embrace.
“So honest, how lovely. Now, spread your legs wider.”
Elena buried her face between Leon's legs.
Slurp... Lick.
“Ahhn...!”
The moment the wet tongue flicked against her clitoris, Leon's hips arched off the ground.
From outside the tent, the sound of Dean throwing wood onto the fire and the chirping of crickets drifted in.
“I wonder if Miss Lia is really that tired... If only Elena weren't here, we could have had such a good time...”
Terrified that Dean might hear, Leon felt like she was going mad from the intoxicating mix of shame and arousal.
Right in front of the man she intended to deceive and exploit, she was being ravished by another woman, drowning in pure ecstasy.
“Did you hear that? That idiot Dean is actually worrying about you.”
Elena pulled away for a brief second, whispering as she rubbed her lips against Leon's wet slit.
“He'll never know. He'll never know what kind of face you're making right now, or how lewdly you're spreading your legs.”
“Haa... haa... stop teasing me... hurry...”
Leon pressed down on Elena's head with a desperate, pleading look.
The pleasure engraved into her body from yesterday was screaming for even greater stimulation.
“Impatient, aren't we?”
Elena wiped the smirk from her face and began to work her tongue in earnest.
The squelching, wet sounds filled the tent, but they were drowned out by the crackling campfire outside.
Suck... Slurp... Smooch.
Leon clutched Elena's hair, letting out a silent scream.
Elena's tongue-tip began to trace Leon's intimate parts with the delicate precision of a paintbrush.
She meticulously licked up every single fold of the labia majora.
Goosebumps erupted wherever that soft, warm tongue passed.
“Hngh... ah...”
Leon bit her lip to hold back her moans. Elena's tongue wasn't satisfied with merely licking the surface.
She pointed her tongue, tapping gently against the tightly closed entrance of her vagina.
As if knocking on a door. And once the crevice became slick with arousal, she plunged her tongue inside without hesitation.
Slurp... Squish!
The warm, wet tongue directly stimulated the sensitive mucous membranes inside her.
Leon's body shuddered violently at the intense sensation, and Elena's tongue moved fluidly, as if it had a life of its own.
It swept along the vaginal walls, squeezing through the narrow passage to explore her deepest depths.
“Ahhn... there... it's too... deep...”
Leon shook her head and tried to push Elena's head away, but Elena instead gripped Leon's thighs tightly and buried her face even deeper.
She rubbed her nose against Leon's clitoris while relentlessly swirling her tongue inside her vagina.
With every breath, Elena's hot exhalations brushed against the hyper-sensitive clitoris. For Leon, that alone was an agonizingly exquisite torment.
Lick... Slurp... Suck!
Elena now puckered her lips, taking Leon's clitoris entirely into her mouth. She sucked on it so hard her cheeks hollowed out.
Leon could clearly feel her clitoris swelling inside the vacuum of Elena's mouth. Elena flicked her tongue rapidly against the engorged bud.
Flick! Flick! Flick!
“Hyeek! Ah! Ahh! No... the noise... I'm making noise...!”
Leon frantically covered her mouth with her hand.
As the overwhelming pleasure shot up her spine and blasted her brain, fireworks seemed to explode behind her eyelids.
The knowledge that Dean was listening just outside, that a man was only a thin layer of fabric away, acted as kindling to her depravity, making the pleasure burn even hotter.
Elena didn't stop her tongue, thoroughly enjoying Leon's reaction.
While sucking on the clitoris, she hooked a finger on the labia and pulled downward.
The flesh parted, exposing Leon's most intimate inner sanctum completely.
Inside the tent, the two women tangled together, exploring each other's warmth and desire as they burned hotter and hotter.
Leon's body was slowly but surely becoming thoroughly tamed by Elena, and by the exquisite pleasures of being a woman.
"Hnghhhh...!"
Leon bit down hard on Elena's shoulder, swallowing her scream.
"Good girl. You did well holding back your voice."
Elena pulled away and smirked mischievously. Leon's clear arousal fluids glistened around her mouth.
“Now the real fun begins. Do you think you can handle it?”
Without waiting for Leon's reply, Elena slid her wet fingers inside Leon's pussy.
Squish! Squirt... Squirt...
Her index and middle fingers slid inside effortlessly.
Since she was already so wet, there was no resistance. But Elena's fingers didn't stop at just entering.
She curled her knuckles, hooking her fingers to scrape against the upper wall of her vagina.
“Ahhn!”
As her G-spot—the hidden button of a female body she had never known as a man—was targeted, Leon's body arched like a bow, and a silent scream tore from her throat.
“It's here, isn't it? This is where it itches, right?”
Elena relentlessly attacked the G-spot with a flick of her wrist.
Squish... Squish... Squish.
Her fingers moved in a swift, rhythmic pace.
Scraping, pressing, twisting. Elena's finger-work was just as dazzling as her tongue-work, if not more so.
She played Leon's body like a finely tuned instrument.
“Mmh... ahh! Ah! There! It feels... too good...!”
To keep her moans from escaping, Leon hugged the sleeping bag tightly and buried her face in it.
Seeing Leon like this only fueled Elena's sadistic streak.
“If you make a sound, Dean will hear you, you know? What would he say if he walked in? 'Miss Lia, were you really such a lewd woman?' I wonder.”
Elena whispered in her ear as she added another finger.
With three fingers, including her ring finger, filling her vagina, the tight, stretching pressure multiplied the pleasure.
“Hngh! No... it's not...!”
Leon shook her head frantically, but her body was already swaying her hips lewdly in sync with Elena's fingers.
Elena thrust her fingers deep inside, rubbing the G-spot in circular motions, while using her thumb to firmly press down on her clitoris.
With the dual stimulation attacking her from both inside and out, Leon's sanity began to white out.
“Ah... ahhn! I'm going to cum... Sister... I'm going to cum...!”
“Not yet. Hold it in.”
Elena coldly stopped her fingers. Left hanging at the very peak of ecstasy, Leon looked up at Elena with desperate, pleading eyes.
“Please... please... do it more...”
“Beg me. Nicely.”
“Sister... please... let me cum... Please scratch... Lia's filthy, slutty pussy...”
Leon begged, completely forgetting her pride.
With tear-filled eyes and a flushed face, her desperate begging was more potent than any aphrodisiac.
“Good girl. That's my Lia.”
Satisfied, Elena began to move her fingers again. This time, she was much faster and far more intense.
Slurp! Squish! Squirt! Squirt!
The sound of her fingers slapping against the vaginal walls echoed inside the tent.
She thrust so deep she almost touched Leon's cervix, mercilessly clawing at her G-spot.
“Ahhh! Ah! Ahhn! Hnghhhh!”
Muffled moans escaped Leon's lips. Though they were turned into muffled whimpers because her face was buried in the pillow, the sheer depth of her pleasure was unmistakable.
It felt as if fireworks were exploding in her head.
With every stroke of Elena's fingers, she could feel the energy inside her body swirling and amplifying.
Along with the pleasure, Elena's shared sensations and memories flowed into Leon's body once more.
‘This is the feeling...!’
Leon instinctively raised her hips, taking Elena's fingers even deeper.
Her vaginal muscles clamped tightly around Elena's fingers, refusing to let go.
“Haha, you're practically trying to swallow me whole. Fine, cum for me!”
Elena gave her wrist one final twist, striking the G-spot hard.
“I'm cumming! Cumming! Ahhhhh!”
Leon's entire body arched violently. Her thigh muscles spasmed, and her toes curled. A torrent of hot fluids gushed from her depths, soaking Elena's hand.
Squirrrrt!
An unbelievable amount of fluid sprayed out like a fountain. Shivering in her white-out vision, Leon savored the lingering aftershocks of her climax.
Elena brushed back Leon's sweat-drenched hair, a satisfied smile playing on her lips.
Her fingers remained inside Leon's intimate depths, slowly stroking the vaginal walls as if enjoying the final, pulsing afterglow.
Squish... Squish... Squish.
"Haa... haa... please... stop now..."
Leon closed her eyes, utterly exhausted. Yet, completely separate from her physical fatigue, her mind was growing strangely clear.
