Chapter 63: [R18 BONUS] Making Up for Lost Time (1)
They hadn’t finished their conversation and they both knew it. They would have to lay everything out in the open—talk about Nymeria, about that dragonoid woman, about what Aria had really gone through during those weeks away, and about everything else—but for now none of that mattered.
What took over was something else, simpler, rawer, truer: love. Not the love of a mistress and her servant, just the love of two women.
Freya gently pulled away from Aria’s mouth, her lips lingering for a moment, and looked at her with those violet eyes, misted and feverish, saturated with a desire she no longer even tried to hide.
A notification appeared clearly in her field of vision—[Word of Greed skill activated.]—but she ignored it. She had eyes only for the woman in front of her.
A sly smile then stretched across Freya’s lips.
She had a little idea. Without a word she took the hem of her one-piece silk pajama—cut like a light dress—and lifted it in a single motion all the way to her chest.
Everything was revealed at once.
Her heavy, perfect, extremely voluptuous breasts spilled free from the fabric in one motion. They bounced with a soft, heavy little "blup," swaying for a moment before settling, round and full, their generous weight already making the pale skin around the areolas flush. The nipples, already hard and pointed with arousal, stood out clearly in the center of each breast, pink and sensitive, as if they were already begging to be touched.
Lower down, the raised pajama fully exposed her small, thin white silk panties. The fabric was already a little soaked, clinging to her skin, transparent in places from the wetness, clearly outlining the slit of her sex and the slight plumpness of her lips. You could see the cloth sticking between her thighs, marked by the desire that had already taken hold.
The rest of her body appeared at the same time, leaving nothing in shadow. A narrow waist contrasted with wide, full hips, smooth warm skin that gleamed faintly, a flat soft belly, and the perfect curve of her thighs. Everything about her, from the heaviness of her breasts to the already visible wetness of her panties, screamed desire and impatience.
Aria’s throat tightened. She couldn’t look away. Her eyes kept returning to the heavy sway of Freya’s breasts, to the already stiffened nipples, then down to the dark wet patch spreading on the thin white silk. The air between them suddenly felt thicker, harder to breathe.
She let the silence settle for a moment, violet eyes fixed on Aria, the pajama still held up.
"Look at this body you haven’t been able to touch for so long..."
Aria’s face flushed at once. She said nothing at first, her breathing already shorter, fingers lightly tensed against the floor.
Freya smiled a little more, then slowly lowered the silk pajama again, half covering her body without completely hiding it. She then leaned forward, forcing Aria to tip onto her back in a reflexive submission. Aria found herself lying beneath her, breath caught, cheeks burning.
"Does it turn you on?" Freya asked in a low, almost soft voice.
Aria stammered, caught between the emotions of the last few minutes and the arousal that was already rising too fast.
"H-how could it not... not do that?! What a low blow you’re pulling on me, Mi— ... Freya." She corrected herself at once, remembering the request from earlier.
Freya leaned in even closer, her mouth only a few centimeters from Aria’s. Her warm breath brushed the demoness’s lips.
"It’s... it’s because you turn me on too~~."
Then she lowered her head and pressed her mouth to Aria’s neck. Her tongue immediately slid over the warm skin, tracing a wet, slow line just beneath the ear.
Aria let out a muffled "kyaaa~~..." surprised, her body tensing under the sudden sensation.
Her fingers instinctively clutched at Freya’s silk pajamas, and a visible shiver ran across her shoulders as Freya continued to kiss and lick her neck with calculated slowness. Her tongue traced wet, precise lines just beneath the ear, lingering on the warm skin, sometimes sucking a little harder to draw out new reactions.
At the same time, her hand slid over Aria’s chest through the fabric of the maid outfit, barely brushing it at first, just enough to feel the heaviness of her breasts and the hardness already present in her nipples.
She then slowly descended along the bodice, following the curve of the waist, until she reached the skirt.
Freya lifted the fabric without haste, ran her hand along Aria’s bare thigh, feeling the flesh tremble beneath her fingers. She kept climbing, caressing the inner thigh with a slowness that already made the entire body beneath her quiver, all while continuing her kisses and strokes of her tongue on the neck.
Her hand finally reached Aria’s panties. The fabric was already completely soaked, sticky, warm under her fingers.
Aria let out a long, rough moan.
"Nnnnghhhh~~..."
The fingers of one hand dug into the floor beneath her, the stone cracking under the force of her grip, while the other hand clutched Freya’s body tighter, nails already marking the pale skin through the silk pajamas.
Freya let out a small laugh against Aria’s neck, a low and amused sound, before murmuring near her ear:
"Looks like you weren’t lying to me after all."
She then began to move her hand, sliding her fingers over the soaked panties with an almost cruel slowness.
She pressed lightly at first, just enough to feel the warm wetness through the fabric, then a little harder, tracing slow, precise circles exactly where Aria was most sensitive.
Each pass of her fingers made the panties even wetter, the thin fabric adhering more, sticking between the already swollen lips, becoming transparent under the pressure.
Aria twisted her hips almost immediately, seeking more contact, more friction. Her breathing had become completely erratic, short, burning. Moans escaped her without her being able to hold them back.
"Nhgggnn... Annnggghhh~~... Freya..."
Her voice trembled, low, broken by the pleasure rising too fast.
Freya did not slow down.
She continued to kiss Aria’s neck, to lick the burning skin, to suck a little harder sometimes just under the jaw, where the pulse was beating wildly.
At the same time, her fingers kept working between the thighs with relentless regularity, pressing, sliding, rubbing the soaked fabric against Aria’s clit for moments at a time, then pulling away just enough to frustrate her before returning.
The wetness spread more and more, already soaking Freya’s palm, making every movement more slippery, more obscene.
Freya watched every reaction with hungry attention. She could feel Aria’s clit throb against her fingers through the soaked fabric, could feel the way the demoness’s hips kept chasing her hand even when she slowed down on purpose. Each time she pressed a little harder, Aria’s whole body jerked and another broken moan spilled out. The wet sounds of her fingers moving over the drenched panties filled the quiet nest, obscene and rhythmic.
"Nhh... nhggg... please..."
Aria could no longer form real sentences. Her entire body reacted, hips undulating against Freya’s hand, thighs trembling, hot irregular breath against her mistress’s ear.
After a moment, she straightened slightly. Her violet eyes, shining with desire, settled on Aria’s face.
The demoness’s cheeks were completely flushed, her eyes misted with tears of arousal, defenseless, her gaze lost and wet. Her horns were beginning to glow faintly under the effect of the pleasure, a warm mauve light that pulsed with the rhythm of her erratic breathing.
Freya lifted her hand, fingers glistening with wetness, and brought them to her own mouth.
She slipped them between her lips and sucked them slowly, with obvious pleasure, tongue curling around them, savoring the sweet and slightly salty taste that had settled there.
Her eyes stayed locked on Aria’s while she cleaned her fingers, a small wet sound escaping her mouth with each movement of her tongue.
Aria’s eyes followed the slow drag of Freya’s tongue between her fingers, pupils blown wide, lips parted. A thin thread of saliva connected Freya’s lower lip to her glistening fingertips for a second before breaking. The sight alone made Aria’s thighs clench and another wave of wetness soak through her panties.
"Looks like these two weeks have been extremely long for you too," Aria said, watching Freya devour her own fingers coated in her wetness.
But Freya did not answer. She leaned in again, slid her still-damp fingers between their two mouths, and kissed her.
Their tongues met immediately around her fingers, sucking them together, cleaning them, seeking each other at the same time.
The kiss was deep, messy, heavy with saliva and Aria’s taste, while their bodies remained pressed together, Freya’s free hand already sliding back under the skirt of the maid outfit to resume her exploration.