Miniarc-Sleepover-9 (End) (Patreon)

“Are you going to stay like that all morning?”

Alana ignored the laughing voice above her. She didn’t have to look up to see the amused violet eyes and smug smirk. Her mind did a good enough job conjuring them that it added more embarrassment to the weight she already suffered under, making it almost crushing in its intensity. The other images her mind continued to conjure of the previous night didn’t help.

A day. She had been the one harping on about Lou being a beast and a pervert and yet she was the one who had initiated their…intimacy, and it hadn’t even taken a full day. In the light of morning, she could admit that her emotions had been volatile after reading the letter from Sir Polluck. Lou’s charms had hit her particularly hard and she had just thrown her caution to the wind, aggressively shoving aside her reservations.

The things she had done. The sounds she had made. Lou had warned her but she hadn’t taken it seriously. Didn’t believe for a second the noblewoman’s body alone was capable of reducing her to a drooling, dripping mess begging for it. She had…put Lou’s thing…in her mouth. She had sucked on it. And she’d liked it.

She’d liked all of it. Startling so. Remembering the waves of pleasure that had swept aside her compromised reason made her shiver in silent delight. Recalling that taste made her core ache with an echo of the overwhelming desire that had overcome her. Another ‘please’ sat on the tip of her tongue, the key to receiving what she craved.

Which is why she laid in Lou’s bed with her face buried in a pillow, refusing to raise her head. No doubt, her thoughts were written clearly on her face. If she saw another of those knowing looks that had prompted her to action last night, the embarrassment would become too much. She had real fear that she would faint. Her head already felt light. Besides, this was the only position in which she could have a conversation.

“Last night…where did you go?” her muffled voice asked. She vaguely recalled Lou heading for the door before she dropped into sleep.

“I went to Kii. I know, it could be seen as bad form going to another woman after we were together but I was losing my mind.” Lou sighed heavily. “As you say, I’m a pervert. I designed this new body of mine to last longer. Saints, I was measuring myself against my wife. To keep up with her and her magic with pure physical prowess. It’s not a boast when I say I can go all night.

“Getting me off once or twice…” She sighed. “It feels good and don’t misunderstand, I enjoyed every moment of it. Loved it. But it only makes me hornier. I was fucking desperate and I couldn’t…” She groaned. “You know how strong I am. I normally have good control but it lapses during good sex. I could have accidentally hurt you which is why I was so eager to escape.”

Alana groaned into her pillow. The worse part of the situation was Lou’s consideration. She had practically offered herself on a silver platter and the deviant had been incredibly careful with her. She couldn’t put a bit of what happened on the pervert. If anything, Lou had been unusually considerate and hesitant. Now she knew why.

“There was no way I could have gone to sleep like that so I spent some time with my wife getting myself under control.” A hand tickled the back of Alana’s neck. “Mad?”

The blonde shook her head.

“Did you enjoy yourself?”

Alana froze. Then she nodded.

“Mm. I was certainly given a pleasant surprise.” Alana felt a warm weight settle on her back, separated from her naked body by only the thin blanket. A hand brushed away the hair on her neck and soft lips took its place, teasing her. “My adorable girl~”

She whimpered but didn’t protest the attention.

“My sweet girl, so ready to give herself to me. It was so special for me to know I am your first. I will have all your firsts still unclaimed. Mine now, forever.”

Alana shivered, partially because Lou had nipped a particularly sensitive spot and because of the tone. It sounded sweet but unmistakably possessive. She knew Lou took her relationships seriously, and she approved, but there was something in the words that made her a touch nervous when she briefly imagined Lou’s reaction if she ever left her.

“It was so hard to control myself.” A hand groped Alana’s ass through the blanket. “I want it to be just us when I enter you for the first time. No succubus trying to lay her influence on you. No elf I have to wrestle away. Just me and my sweet girl, asking me so nicely.” Lou chuckled. “Showing me the cutest pout when she doesn’t get what she wants.”

Lou’s hand moved down from her backside to move between her legs. Even with the blanket for a barrier, Alana still squirmed under her touch. “But I need you to grow stronger for that. Just enough so I don’t have to fear breaking you. I can be careful but it’s difficult in the throes of passion. Last night, I was this close to fucking that hungry mouth of yours. This close to shoving my cock down your throat and filling your stomach with my loads.” Lou’s breath quickened with the excitement the thought caused. “That’s what you wanted, isn’t it? It has to be, how eager you were to lick up every drop of my cum you could find.”

Alana pressed her face further into the pillow, wishing she could claw through it, through the mattress and the floors of the house and straight into the ground.

“I’ll take you from the front first. I want to see you face when you feel me inside you, your tight walls stretching around me. Like I thought, that stern face of yours collapses beautifully in the throes of pleasure. Mm~ I wish I had talent with a brush so I could capture it, show you how you appear to me. See if you ever question how I fell for you again.”

“Lou…” she breathed.

“Turn around.”

Alana jumped at the command. Before she could think about it, she had rolled over. Lou’s lips found her own before she could become conscious of how she must look, her eyes fluttering shut as a powerful tongue pushed past her lips to play with her own.

“Stronger, Alana,” Lou breathed over her lips as she pulled away. “Now.”

“Like you?” she returned.

“Not exactly. Are you ready for another of my secrets? I am not simply melded, as most of the kingdom would believe.” Lou leaned up. She was also naked but had no compunctions on showing off her body, the morning sun adding warm overtones to her dark skin. Alana looked at her abs with admiration and envy. No matter what she tried, her stomach remained smooth. She never could achieve the lines the male trainees had bragged about so much. They’d always called her soft for that, up until she got in a good blow with her wooden training sword.

“This glorious body you see before you is a quilt of different beings. The best part of many creatures brought together in a single masterpiece.” Lou sighed. “When it comes down to it, I’m not human. I look human but that is purely a choice. What parts of me that are based on a woman’s body have been melded to the point that they would be hardly recognizable.”

The first sign of insecurity entered Lou’s gaze. Perhaps the first sign since Alana had met her. “Does that…bother you?”

Alana watched her, letting the moment drag out until Lou began to squirm. Then she smiled, satisfied that she would remember the expression forever. It would keep her opinion of the noblewoman grounded after several more nights like the previous one, where her mind was destroyed and she was reduced to a simpering whore desperate for satisfaction.

“You were different from the start.” Human or not so human, Lou was Lou. As long as her heart didn’t change, what did the specifics matter?

Lou smiled and it was sweet. Something softer than her usual smirks and grins. It made Alana’s heart stutter in her chest and she had the absurd notion to protect her lover. An insane thought, but there it was and it filled her chest with warmth.

But the smile was gone in a moment, replaced by a more familiar smirk. “So, the same path is open to you. There is the usual melding, taking your body to its highest level, or the more lengthy and theoretical art of creating a new body of your choice. Your appearance wouldn’t have to change and you could go beyond the limits of the human body.”

“…the first option is fine.” It’s what she always imagined when Lou said she would help her become stronger.

“You’re frowning.” Lou chuckled as she poked her furrowed brow. “Let me guess. Knowing you, you probably think you’re cheating or doing something unseemly by having someone gift you strength.”

Alana huffed and turned away.

“Don’t be ridiculous. Everyone who has the opportunity cheats. If there was a magic potion that could grant whoever drank it the strength of dragons, you better believe blood would be shed to obtain it. Like I said, sweetie. Talent is good. Money is better. Resources trump all. And if that’s not enough to make you feel better about it, just imagine your father’s face when you backhand him across the room.”

“I wouldn’t.” But it was an enjoyable thing to imagine. See if he looks down on me then.

“Great, but that can wait for later.” Lou hopped off the bed and stretched. “A quick breakfast and then off to the Sanctuary. I still have plans for this weekend.”