Chapter 65: [R18 BONUS] Making Up for Lost Time (3)
The two women now lay on their backs side by side, chests rising and falling hard, the last tremors of their shared orgasm still fading. Every so often one of them would let out a quiet, breathless laugh, soft and conspiratorial in the quiet of the nest, as if they still couldn’t quite believe what they had just done to each other.
Only when their breathing had finally evened out did Aria speak first.
"It’s been so long since we last saw each other... and the first thing you do is tease me like that, taking advantage of my weaknesses..."
She put on a deliberate pout, crossing her arms over her bare stomach and turning her face away from Freya with exaggerated offense.
"That’s not fair!"
Freya answered without missing a beat.
"Alright."
Aria turned her head in surprise. Freya was already sitting up on her knees, both arms raised in a playful gesture of surrender, violet eyes fixed on her with open amusement.
"To make it up to you," Freya continued, "you can do whatever you like now."
Aria’s eyes widened further, but Freya gave her no time to process it. She leaned in a little, voice soft yet insistent.
"What do you want to do? Tell me what you want."
Heat rushed back into Aria’s cheeks. The sudden pressure, combined with the still-fresh memory of Freya’s mouth and fingers, made her stutter.
"Tha-That’s right... ma... mas..."
"Mas?" Freya prompted, a small smile already forming.
"Masturbate!" Aria finally managed, the word coming out almost in a rush.
The smile on Freya’s face widened at the hesitant demand. She tilted her head, clearly enjoying every second of Aria’s flustered state.
"You want me to touch myself? If that’s what you want, my sweet Aria... sure."
She rose to her feet in one smooth motion. Without any teasing delay this time, she pulled the silk pajama up and over her head, letting it drop to the stone. Her heavy breasts settled naturally, still faintly flushed from earlier. Then she hooked her thumbs into the soaked white panties and pushed them down her legs, kicking them aside.
Aria’s face turned an even deeper red. Her eyes moved slowly, hungrily, over the fully naked body now standing in front of her—the full breasts, the narrow waist, the glistening wetness still visible between Freya’s thighs. The sight alone made her swallow hard, desire flaring back to life far sooner than she expected.
Freya stepped back until her shoulders met the smooth wall of the nest. She leaned against it, then deliberately spread her legs, planting her feet apart.
Her violet eyes never left Aria’s as she slowly slid both hands down her own stomach, past her navel, and lower still, until her fingers reached the slick heat of her pussy.
Once both hands were there, Freya took her time. She used her fingers to gently spread herself open right in front of Aria’s gaze, revealing the flushed, glistening folds that were still soaked from everything they had done earlier. The inner lips were swollen and shiny, her entrance twitching slightly as cool air touched the wetness.
"Can you see it?"
Aria moved closer on instinct, shifting further between Freya’s spread legs as if drawn in, eyes fixed and almost hypnotized. Freya let out a soft little laugh at the sight.
"Looks like you can see it... maybe a little too well, haha."
She began touching herself under that intense stare. Two fingers slid up and down her wet slit first, spreading the slickness, before she slowly pushed them inside. Aria kept inching closer, her face now only a short distance away from Freya’s moving hand.
Freya tried to speak between soft moans, her voice already unsteady.
"Nhhgnnnh~~... are you satisfied with what you’re seeing...? Annnnhhh..."
Aria didn’t answer. Her gaze stayed locked on Freya’s fingers as they worked.
Freya pushed the two fingers deeper, curling them against her front wall before dragging them back out, shiny and coated. She rubbed the slick pads over her clit in slow circles, then pushed back inside, a little faster this time. The wet sound of her fingers moving in and out of her pussy filled the quiet space between them. She spread herself open again with one hand while the other kept thrusting, letting Aria see everything—the way her entrance stretched around her fingers, the clear fluid that clung to her skin and dripped down toward the stone.
Her breathing grew heavier. She added a third finger for a moment, stretching herself wider, then went back to two, pumping them in steady strokes while her thumb stayed pressed against her clit. Every time she curled her fingers inside, her hips gave a small twitch. The longer Aria stared without looking away, the hotter and tighter Freya felt.
The sight of Aria so completely captivated by her pussy and the movement of her hands pushed her over the edge sooner than she expected.
Freya’s body tensed. A short, sharp tremor ran through her thighs and stomach.
"Nghhhhh...!"
Her walls clenched around her fingers in a brief series of spasms as a simple, quick orgasm rippled through her. It wasn’t as intense as the earlier ones—no squirt, no full-body collapse—just a tight, pulsing release that left her breathing harder and her fingers even wetter than before. She kept them inside herself through the short waves, eyes still locked on Aria’s face.
It wasn’t as intense as the earlier ones—no squirt, no full-body collapse—just a tight, pulsing release that left her breathing harder and her fingers even wetter than before. She kept them inside herself through the short waves, eyes still locked on Aria’s face.
This time her mind stayed clearer. The short climax had taken the sharpest edge off, but it wasn’t nearly enough. She could still feel her walls fluttering weakly. Her pussy remained swollen and soaked, and every small shift of her thighs reminded her how much more she wanted. The look she fixed on Aria was no longer just requesting—it was almost pleading.
"This ain’t enough..." she muttered under her breath.
Even after the small orgasm, her body refused to calm down. Her clit was still sensitive, her entrance still twitching around her fingers, and the way Aria kept staring only made the emptiness worse.
A stronger flame rose in her chest.
"Aria... please..."
The soft plea finally broke the spell. Aria blinked and slowly pulled her face back from between Freya’s thighs. She turned her head left, then right, as if physically shaking herself free from the hypnotic pull of her lover’s body. For a few seconds she simply stayed on her knees, breathing a little too hard.
Then something shifted.
A slow, almost wicked smile curved her lips. All the shyness and hesitation she had been carrying since the beginning of their encounter seemed to slide off her at once. She straightened a little more, shoulders back, and looked at Freya with an expression that no longer held any submission.
She raised one finger, voice clearer and firmer than it had been all night.
"Say it. Say, ’Mistress Aria, please... your servant’s little excited pussy needs you to take care of it.’"
The words hung in the air between them, heavier than either of them expected.
Freya’s eyes widened.
The crude request coming from Aria—usually so proper, so easily flustered—caught her completely off guard. Even Aria herself seemed briefly startled by how boldly the words had left her mouth; a faint flush of residual embarrassment crossed her face and she pulled back half an inch, as if second-guessing herself.
But the damage was already done.
A heavy wave of heat rolled straight through Freya’s body the moment the words sank in. Her cheeks burned red for the first time since they had started. The filthy request she had just made hit harder than any touch. Freya’s fingers slipped out of her own pussy with a wet, sticky sound. She brought both hands down and spread herself open again, presenting everything without shame even as her face stayed flushed.
Her voice came out softer, almost shy, the embarrassment clear in her tone.
"Mistress Aria... please. Your servant’s little excited pussy needs you to take care of it."
The silence that followed was heavy. Aria blinked, as if she hadn’t fully realized Freya would actually obey. Then her gaze dropped slowly between her mistress’s open thighs, and her horns pulsed once, harder. Freya felt her ears burn. Saying those words out loud had only made her wetter; a fresh drop of slick slid down her inner thigh while she remained spread open, waiting.
Saying those words out loud had only made her wetter; a fresh drop of slick slid down her inner thigh while she remained spread open, waiting.
The heat burning inside Freya made it impossible to stay quiet. She needed more, needed to push the tension higher, for both of them.
"What are you waiting for, Aria...? I did what you asked..."
Aria’s eyes slowly lifted back to hers. Freya had already started turning the situation around, feeding her own arousal with every second that passed.
"Do you want me to say it again?" Freya’s voice was softer now, almost challenging, cheeks still flushed. "Does it turn you on to play with me like this?"
Aria’s breath hitched. Her gaze dropped once more, helplessly drawn back down to those beautiful, perfect hands. Freya deliberately spread herself even wider, opening her dripping pussy further under that stare, the wet folds glistening, another slow bead of slick trailing down.
Then, with a small smile on her lips and her face still red, Freya repeated the words one more time, slow and clear:
"Mistress Aria... please. Your servant’s little excited pussy needs you to take care of it."