Witches' Thralls - Chapter 9 (Patreon)

The elf cocked her head curiously at the gawking Terran. “Aren’t you gonna wash up?”

Lys couldn’t find her words, her thoughts fully captured by the half-elf’s beauty. It was all she could do to simply remind herself to breathe.

Talia’s eyes – those gorgeous, shining eyes – looked over Lyselle with mild concern. “You got pretty scuffed up, you know. You need to take care of that.”

Lys felt like she was standing in a dream, the signals from her mind barely translating to her body. Slowly, awkwardly, she looked down at her own limbs and the scratches that had decorated her over the day’s journey.

The half-elf rested her head against her palm. “I can’t help but feel like it’s my fault, you know.”

Lyselle blinked, finally starting to come back to her senses now that her gaze had been torn away from her interest’s visage. “Your… fault?”

Talia hummed her confirmation. “I know most of that’s from when you tried to jump into the fray behind Auna.”

Sitting just downstream of Talia, Auna huffed. “Maybe you should have communicated your intentions before you bolted off to offer your slit to a fucking plant.”

Talia rolled her eyes. “Yes, yes, point taken. In my defense, I didn’t think I’d up and yelp when I found it.”

“You screamed.”

Auna’s bluntness visibly shook Talia’s smug demeanor. “It just… startled me with its eagerness. That’s all.”

“Uh-huh.” The demoness had already started checking back out of the conversation, and took to cleaning her hair.

Talia took Auna excusing herself as an excellent opportunity to shift the conversation back to her original intentions. “Anyway, Lyssie! You need to tend to all of that.”

It's finally here!

Sorry it took so long, but in my defense (?) this chapter came out pretty long. A lot happens pretty quickly, so look forward to more time with Nidrah, some interpersonal sass, and an unexpectedly thick accent! Oh, also, frantic lesbian thoughts. It's not Lyssie if we ain't got those!