Chapter 64: [R18 BONUS] Making Up for Lost Time (2)
Freya slowly pulled her tongue back from Aria’s, her wet fingers leaving the demoness’s mouth at the same time. A thin, glistening string of saliva stretched between their lips for a second before breaking. She looked down at the woman beneath her.
Aria was a mess. Cheeks burning red, eyes glassy and unfocused, lips swollen and shiny. Her horns glowed a deeper mauve now, pulsing faintly with every uneven breath. The maid outfit was completely disheveled, skirt pushed up, chest rising and falling too fast. She looked wrecked already, and Freya hadn’t even properly started.
Freya’s lips curved into a small, knowing smile as she remembered the words Aria had spoken just moments earlier.
"So you still thought it hadn’t been long for me too?"
Aria’s body twitched at the question. Her devoted, usually composed expression cracked even further.
"No! I don’t— nnnnnnnghhh—"
She never finished.
The second she tried to speak, Freya hooked a finger under the soaked edge of her panties, pulled the fabric aside, and slid one finger straight into her. The heat that welcomed her was almost scorching, tight and dripping. Aria’s back arched hard off the stone, a broken sound tearing from her throat.
Freya leaned in closer, voice soft and teasing right against her ear.
"Huh? What was that? Speak clearly now~~"
Aria’s mouth opened, trying desperately to form words while her walls clenched around the single finger inside her.
"Yo-You... You..."
Before she could manage anything else, Freya smiled and pushed a second finger in alongside the first.
The reaction was immediate and violent.
"Aaaanhhhhhhh~~... nnhghh!"
Aria’s mind went completely white. The dual stretch, after two weeks of nothing and all the relentless teasing, hit her like a breaking wave. Her entire body seized up. Her inner walls clamped down hard around Freya’s fingers in strong, rhythmic spasms. A guttural cry ripped out of her as her hips jerked uncontrollably.
She came.
Hard.
A powerful squirt burst out around Freya’s fingers, splashing across her forearm, soaking the already ruined panties, and spattering onto the stone floor beneath them in several thick pulses. Aria’s thighs shook violently, toes curling, fingers clawing at the ground hard enough to leave deeper cracks. Her horns flared brighter for a few seconds, casting a soft mauve glow over both of their bodies.
Freya stayed perfectly still inside her, watching with dark, hungry eyes as Aria rode out the sudden orgasm. It was almost unfair how quickly it had happened. Maybe it was the long, messy kisses from earlier. Maybe it was the two full weeks without being touched. Maybe it was all the deliberate teasing. Or maybe it was simply the accumulation of everything crashing down the moment those fingers filled her.
Whatever the reason, Aria had just squirted from nothing more than the penetration alone, and that only made Freya’s playful smile grow even wider.
"That was easy~~"
She pulled her fingers out in one sharp motion. A thick, wet schlrrrp filled the air as they left Aria’s cunt, dragging a long string of glossy fluid with them. The sudden emptiness tore a deep, broken moan from the demoness’s throat.
"Nnhhaaahhh~~...!"
Freya didn’t rush. She simply stayed straddling Aria’s hips, watching her with quiet hunger while the other woman tried to catch her breath. Aria’s chest rose and fell in heavy, uneven waves, her glowing horns flickering softly, eyes still hazy and unfocused. Only when the worst of the aftershocks had faded did Freya move again.
She reached for the top of the maid outfit first. The fabric was already half-open and damp with sweat. Freya peeled it down slowly, freeing Aria’s heavy breasts. They spilled out and bounced with every deep, post-orgasm breath the demoness took, full and soft, nipples still tight and dark from arousal. Each rise and fall of her chest made them sway, and Freya’s eyes followed the movement with open appreciation.
Next came the skirt. Freya pushed it all the way up around Aria’s waist, exposing the thick, powerful thighs that were now glistening. Everything between them was soaked. Wetness coated the soft inner skin, ran down in thin trails, and pooled beneath her on the stone. The scent of her release hung heavy in the air.
Finally Freya hooked her fingers into the ruined panties and dragged them down Aria’s legs. The fabric was so drenched it stuck and stretched before coming free. What it revealed made Freya’s breath catch.
Aria’s pussy was completely exposed now—lips swollen, flushed dark, and slightly parted, still twitching from the orgasm. Thick, clear slick coated everything, catching the faint light of the horns and making her look obscenely wet and open. A slow trickle continued to leak from her entrance, sliding down toward the stone.
The entire sight was a spectacle Freya had missed more than she had realized.
This same SSS-rank servant who could stand against gods, who could level battlefields, was lying completely open and vulnerable beneath her. The contrast sent a sharp wave of heat rolling through Freya’s own lower belly.
Fresh wetness spilled from her, soaking through the thin silk of her panties and beginning to drip down the inside of her thighs as she stared.
Aria’s eyes gradually regained focus. The blank white of overwhelming pleasure faded, replaced by dazed awareness as she blinked up at Freya, still breathing hard, body limp and open on the stone. The sight of her like that—flushed, dripping, horns still faintly glowing—only pushed Freya’s own need higher.
She didn’t wait any longer.
Freya dropped down between Aria’s thighs, settling onto her hands and knees. She pushed the demoness’s legs wider with her shoulders, leaned in, and dragged her tongue in one long, slow stroke from the bottom of her soaked entrance all the way up over her swollen clit. The taste hit her immediately—sweet, heavy, still fresh from the earlier orgasm. Aria’s hips jerked and a sharp moan tore out of her.
"Nnhhaaaahh~~!"
Freya didn’t give her time to recover. She sealed her mouth over Aria’s cunt and started eating her in earnest, tongue pushing past the puffy lips, licking deep, then flicking firmly over the sensitive bud. Wet, obscene sounds filled the nest as she worked, sucking and lapping with steady hunger. At the same time she spread her own knees wider on the stone, reached down between her thighs, pulled her drenched panties to the side, and pushed two fingers into herself.
The dual sensation made her groan against Aria’s pussy.
She started moving her fingers in time with her tongue—slow at first, deep strokes that matched the way she licked into Aria. Every time she curled her fingers inside her own cunt, she pressed her tongue harder against Aria’s clit. The demoness’s thighs trembled around her head, heels digging weakly at the floor.
"F-Freya... nhhggghh... aahhh~~..."
Freya answered with a low hum that vibrated directly against the swollen flesh in her mouth, and sped her fingers up a little. Her own wetness was already running down her wrist. She could feel her walls clenching around her fingers, the heat building fast from the combination of tasting Aria and touching herself.
She changed the angle of her tongue, circling Aria’s clit with firmer pressure, then sucking it between her lips in short, rhythmic pulls. Her fingers inside herself matched the pace, thrusting deeper, the wet sound of her own cunt mixing with the filthy noises of her mouth working between Aria’s legs.
Aria’s moans grew higher, more broken.
"Aaahh... nnhhh...! Nhhgggahh~~!"
Freya’s hips started rocking back against her own hand. She was getting close too. The taste, the sounds, the way Aria’s thighs kept trying to close around her head—all of it pushed her higher. She drove her fingers faster into herself, curling them on every stroke, while her tongue lashed Aria’s clit with quick, relentless flicks.
Aria’s voice cracked.
"I... I-I’m— coming again, Freya...!"
Freya pulled her mouth away just long enough to answer, voice rough and breathless.
"Me too—"
Then she latched back on and went harder. Her tongue moved in rapid, firm strokes over Aria’s clit while her fingers slammed into her own dripping cunt, the wet schlick-schlick-schlick of her hand almost as loud as Aria’s cries. The tension in both of them wound tighter and tighter, bodies shaking, breaths turning into desperate gasps.
Aria’s back arched sharply. Freya’s thighs locked.
They came together.
Aria’s back arched hard as the orgasm tore through her.
"AAAAHHHNNN~~!! FREYAAA—!"
Her scream rang out through the silkweaver nest, bouncing off every curved wall and high gallery. Her cunt pulsed violently against Freya’s mouth, another heavy gush of wetness spilling over her tongue and chin. At the same moment Freya’s own climax ripped through her. Her walls clamped down around her fingers in strong, rhythmic spasms, a hot rush of slick pouring over her hand as her hips jerked.
"Nnhhhaaahhh—! Aahh... fuck—!"
Freya’s broken cry vibrated directly against Aria’s clit, muffled but still loud enough to join the echo already filling the chamber. The two voices overlapped, high and raw, reverberating through the entire nest until the stone itself seemed to carry the sound.
They rode it out together—Freya still licking through the aftershocks in messy, shaky strokes, fingers buried deep inside herself, while Aria trembled and moaned beneath her, completely undone, every leftover whimper still faintly echoing off the walls.