Complete 18+ Private Solvale A Dream No Longer

[Fiora Di Angelo]

"Okay in my defense, I don't know the term for other than that when it comes to clothes. I don't shop too much or, well, worry about my looks that much either." Fiora shrugged. Despite how much these words betrayed their meetings, given they proved exactly the opposite. But these were isolated cases compared to the rest of the world in her eyes.

When they both finished swapping clothes and Ronja begun to take photos, Fiora leaned closer, pushing a few bangs to cover the left side of her face, bending her back forth a little to give her a more 'handsome' upclose shot with a half-closed eye and a smile that could make any girl feel special, as if the elf was a celebrity here and Ronja the number one fan she had. Even if that last bit went back and forth between them.

"Talking like that to an elf? My, wait until we reach Lake Cosmos to be this bold-" A sultry touch to her voice followed a quiet caress over the magia's cheek. "And then we can settle our love together, wed by the divines in the cathedral of nature, with the stars as our guests." Fiora didn't miss to add a narrator's tone when prophecizing her love, gently picking up one of Ronja's hands to plant a chaste kiss on the back of it, before pulling back and dropping her Prince Charming act.

Behind the curtains though, her heart couldn't stop racing, and it only got worse when Ronja's turn to pose for her came, with a completely different vibe compared to her own. The way she arched her back put in full display what she wanted to see the second she picked it up. "Fits like a glove... Yes." Her voice trailed a little, her eye shamelessly scouting every inch it could out of Ronja, losing track of her surroundings. For a moment she could hear footsteps as René decided to head to the back of the store, wrapping what was left of the cheese on a sheet.

Her feet curled inside her boots as she bit down on her tongue for a second once her lover turned to glance her by her side. "I'm a bit biased on this one, everything's great about it and compliments... Everything." Fiora said with a little nod at the end, taking a step forth before tilting her head a little, eyeing her beloved up and down, determined to keep her hands to herself, despite the lack of control in where her sight landed. "You look gorgeous, love. Be it a magitech suit or a farmer getup, you just look great on everything. All these hours sculpting your body paid off." Worst of all...

Ronja knew exactly how to manipulate her vision whenever her hands wanted to accentuate her features, and inaction felt like chains by now. Her legs carried her over behind Ronja just as she heard René coming back empty-handed after stashing away the cheese, if only to make sure the Faerin couldn't see the magia 'posing' like that. They were still in a public space, afterall, and the cloak that came with Fiora's outfit and her own size alone helped plenty to keep it low.

"Yeah, distracting you from the mirror I say." She pointed out with a mere nod of her head towards it, her voice practically spotless of her lust of earlier. Fiora's hands were quick to position Ronja's back against her, letting her head sink against her pillowy bossom as much as the clothes Ronja chose allowed. "It's like you are some rich lander and I'm your thrust-worthy right hand." She smiled innocently once her hands begun to explore to their heart's content over the outfit she had given her beloved to tease her with, the left stroking two fingers right below Ronja's navel- "What you think, René?" She glanced over her shoulder for the Faerin, who couldn't quite get much of a glance of what was happening given how large Fiora was and how carefully positioned the woman was infront of the mirror.

"Ya' it looks just like that. If you are buyin' on bundles I can make a discount, by the way. Just lemme know when you are done."

The right hand finally creeped lower than it did a moment ago, sliding all across Ronja's waistline as if to savour every second it could from that 'catsuit' before it landed between her lover's legs and against her mound, index and middle finger pressing hard enough to be felt through the fabrics as they almost threatened to rip it through.

"Think we should buy them all then, dear?" She didn't blink when her thumb begun to circle a little, too slow and too gentle to be felt, but obvious enough on where it would land should she apply a little more pressure there, lascivious gaze set dead on the mirror and locked with Ronja's eyes. "I don't think we need to buy too many right now. But we can always come back for more." She said, while her tone remained neutral in all this, even if Ronja could now hear the rushed beats from her heart singing a different song to the one her lips did. Or her left hand, that now matched the pacing of the right, only it took a much more 'gentle' approach upon the white side of her suit, gently kneading away and making sure to keep Ronja upstraight should her legs lose their strength.

'She can't see you don't worry. Can't say the same about hearing, though.' Fiora's voice rang within the magia's mind as she made tactical use of what traits she had to make the rule clear. 'I can stop right now though, if you step on my foot.' Felt fair in her mind to get punished for pushing it too far, even if she thought the blame would go both ways here.

"Ya'. Remember you get a discount, Ronja." René reminded her, flopping against her stool's backrest. "But I bet ya' two gonna pay together this time around. No discounts for the next time though."

"Nooted..." Fiora replied, absent minded from what the Faerin had to say.

@Ronja Bubblyfoot

 

[Ronja Bubblyfoot]

Ronja's eyes trailed to Fiora's. "You are really pretty for someone that doesn't care about looks." She said, leaning in to add: "And Ronja doesn't mean it just for Fiora." She whispered, leaning away and winking, only turning to Fiora to see the act of her lover, that brought a smile to her lips and a bit of color to her cheeks as well, playing along and offering her hand with a warm expression.

"Ah... Beloved... Ronja is so blessed to have such a dear to take care of her. The starry sky and the moon will be the witnesses of our true love." The magia giggled at the chaste kiss, before taking a step back and continuing with her posing, noticing Fiora's gaze lingering on her, which only encouraged her to go further with them, not hesitating to show what her body had to offer.

But before she could keep it going, the steps, followed by Fiora's sudden tug on the magia made Ronja squeak for a bit, feeling the softness of Fiora's bossom. The words that followed were strangely innocent, especially considering the intimate position they were suddenly locked on. However, before Ronja spoke about it, Renée's presence made the situation clear. "R-Ronja thinks we could get all of them, yes!" Ronja said, slowly peering at Fiora, then glancing at her mirroed eyes, blushing slightly and trying to adjust as she felt the hand brushing on her navel...

And then closer to her womanhood... With the anticipation making her heart start racing and-

"F-Fiora!" Ronja hissed while trying to take her lover's hand, before words echoing in her mind startled her at first, but the familiar voice was easily recognized.

Her embarrassed gaze lowered, and her eyes averted.

"Ronja is very grateful for your discounts, René." She answered, trying to force a normal voice, but the teasing touch nearing her intimacy was making her serenity falter, mostly because of the occasion they were on.

Locking her eyes on Fiora, she gave an 'I'm watching you' glare, but at the same time, she didn't really stop her beloved.

@Fiora Di Angelo

 

[Fiora Di Angelo]

Ronja's playful nature made her smile grow wider, placing a hand on her chest as if emphasizing with a 'me?', only to be struck down once the magia made it clear she meant more than just the elven avatar, making fire out of her cheeks with these words that ended up making her face look like a cherry. "I would be lying if I said I didn't try hard the times we met." Fiora admitted. "But you've seen me in the mornings, so you know how I look when I don't fix myself a little." She added, winking back at the magia before she begun her little spectacle.

When Ronja joined in the dramatics, Fiora giggled to the superb performance her beloved pulled off, letting go of her hand with a little stroke of her thumb. "-And the next morning, the sun will wake early and congratulate us with it's golden smile~" Acting all suave in her delivery, only for Ronja to return to posing, which cut down the sweetness in Fiora's gaze, from galant knight to a beast tapping into natural desires, with her hands wondering no further than where they wished to be.

What they missed on their way down was corrected once her fingertips brushed back up across her midriff, while her chest warmed up Ronja's ears, if they weren't red already from embarassment, and the sudden jump in her voice startled René as she let her legs drop from the counter out of the spook she's gotten.

"Fine fine, your call then, we'll buy them all." She played it along, before René could assume the worst, but the old Faerin didn't seem convinced in the slightest, more like worried, but neither could notice beyond the tone in her voice.

"...You okay over there? You didn't get the wrong size, didn't yae? You sound funny..." The ginger asked, her hands reaching out for her desk as her alerted eyes focused on the duo a bit more this time.

Fiora cleared her throat a little, and her fingers pressed a little harder this time as if to dig through the fabrics and reach to her intimacy, a mere second before both hands retired themselves from Ronja and left in it's wake the emptiness from being separated one from another, and the everlasting warmth that her touch left, now a mere void of what it used to be.

"Well, you know what she is. Recently, Ronja's done some modifications to herself, so maybe that's the problem." Fiora turned over to face René. "Say, you told me there's a place for us to change, right? I can help her there and see what the problem is." She smiled, glancing over her shoulder back to her lover with a toothy smile to meet her glare. "Unless that ain't necessary, dear?" She questioned, fully aware of what she caused and, most importantly, how abrupt did that end, as consequence of the sudden hiss and her own devious denial.

"Sure. As long as she doesn't explode or anythin', it's right past these curtains, the first turn to the left. Travelers are picky back at Finweald, so I got the habit out of them. What better than to please the client, aye?" She chuckled.

@Ronja Bubblyfoot

 

[Ronja Bubblyfoot]

Was Ronja in proper conditions, she would've swooned at Fiora's words. But truth be told that she was nearly hitting Fiora on her head for doing something like that in front of the shopkeeper, especially with Fiora pressing her fingers even harder, making Ronja open her eyes widely and squeeze her thighs together, in an attempt to try to protect herself from the sinful touch her beloved was attempting.

Needless to say that Fiora received the fiercest glare Ronja could pull off. The loudest and yet silent 'don't you dare' she could communicate to the elf.

"Y-Yes... Ronja is fine... It is just that uhm... It is a bit personal, but something isn't working well right now, and Ronja needs to fix it. Sorry about that, René... But she wants to have all the clothes, yes." Ronja held onto that opportunity as tight as she could, still feeling a phantom touch lingering, and cursing interally that she liked it despite how inappropriate it was.

Ronja peered at Fiora, narrowing her eyes and feeling her legs a bit shaky.

"Ronja may need help, yes." She frowned.

"Thank you for being understanding, Renée." She smiled apologetically to the faerin, bracing herself for whatever Fiora was plotting.

@Fiora Di Angelo

 

[Fiora Di Angelo]

The strongest of glares out of Ronja could have been enough to make her fall in a pit of her own sorry-self. But when the signals mixed, how could Fiora see it as more than just a playful answer? A banter, a back and forth, and the very threats that came with it only served to push herself one step forth.

"Uhh... Ye' no need to explain, it's alright Ronja, don't apologize." René smiled a little, feeling bad for asking in the first place for the pair to elaborate. But it wasn't like she would understand any of it-- She's a tailor, and tops a carpenter, not a magitechnician or anything. "I'll let ya two handle that while I wait, ye? Just shout if you need me." The faerin gave the duo a thumbs up.

"Thanks again, René. We'll be back in no time if we can help it." She said, pushing her UI open to pull out the sets of clothing she has been trying on so far, resting them on a neat pile on top of the desk. "I'll probably be buying these. So you can go ahead and start doing the math if you'd like." Fiora smiled thankfully towards the tailor and stepped aside to head to the back of the shop, with a little wave to gesture for Ronja to follow.

"Nothing to be thankful for you two. Just go and fix your magi problems." She laughed it off, pulling the pile of clothes closer to herself, about to do it on the ol' fashioned way to get the right pricing for it, given none had actual tags.

The back of the shop didn't left much to be seen other than the long hallway that led to the back, where the windows let the sunlight come in and the candles were kept at a fair distance from the merchandise, most of it spread carefully across the walls, at least the sheets they could see from afar did. Boxes over boxes of product were stashed behind, and a little faerin boy seemingly inspecting the quality behind the silks of one of their latest cargos. No more than two steps they had the turn René spoke about, with yet another curtain on this small cubicle room of sorts that worked as a dressing room. There was a chair set on the side, and the magenta carpet on the floor, alongside the banana yellow walls, all seemed to hint heavily that a Starcalled designed this in the first place as opposed to the rest of the shop itself. Opposite of the entrance lays one mirror, not so different to the one in the front of the shop, only this one reached all the way down to the bottom.

"Rising your voice like that was a bold move. You were one touch away from screaming my name, love." She feigned disappointment behind a risqué little joke. As soon as she pulled the curtain closed and turned to face Ronja, the debauched look on her face almost tried to strip her off that fancy suit she had picked for her just earlier with nothing more than her gaze.

"Alright, I'll go easy on you-" Fiora leaned down as her words faded into a subtle mumble, her lips slowly approaching over to latch onto the right side of her neck, her slick tongue dropping first against her skin before they wrapped around for a smooch. "-I'll let you pick something you like to keep your mouth shut if you can't do it by yourself." She paused, if only to make her touch known once again as her hands aimed to reach over for her beloved's hips, one finger slipping into the skin-tight pants to start tugging from them a little, straining against the buttons with needy enthusiasm. "But you gotta say something to me first, now that we are in private~"

@Ronja Bubblyfoot

 

[Ronja Bubblyfoot]

When they finally got to the changing room, Ronja turned to face Fiora, glaring daggers at her. "And who's fault do you think it is?" Ronja asked, frowning her lips and clenching her fist, with Fiora's gaze making Ronja hold her breath, averting her eyes in mild embarrassment, until Fiora's lips and tongue connected to her neck, making her muscles flinch, and soften right after.

The following words caused confusion on the magia, who couldn't help but ask-

"Let Ronja pick up something to keep her mouth shut..?" She frowned, letting out a sigh when Fiora's touch became bold and dangerous onxe again, enough to make Ronja's heart skip a beat, while her face turned fully red and a sparkle of defiance momentarily grew on her.

"You are an idiot." Ronja said, scowling at Fiora for a moment before her expressions softened, enamoured by Fiora's gaze that was set on hers.

"Ronja's gorgeous idiot, that is..." She muttered, holding onto Fiora and tugging her closer.

"Ronja chooses your lips to silence her." The magia said, smiling excitedly, giving in and deciding to play along, now that they were far from prying eyes.

@Fiora Di Angelo

 

[Fiora Di Angelo]

"Mine for thinking you could handle the heat." She admitted, but not without a little bit of venom dripping on her words to tease her with in-between her smooch assault on Ronja's exposed neck, feasting on how her body reacted to the warm touch her mouth offered.

Fiora paused the second Ronja repeated her words like a prude having her first time, even if such opportunities were long in the past now. Their eyes locked in that instant where she waited for an answer, only to earn herself a scowl. That didn't phase her as hard as the infatuation they both shared the instant Ronja tugged her closer.

"Ronja's idiot, now and always." She whispered back, pressing their mouths together once. A warm up, a little taste of what was coming as she gently led Ronja against the wall on their left, letting her hands sneak over her lover's blouse, caressing her sides before she reached her lower back, her fingers digging onto her pants, lifting her up with a firm grasp on her backside.

"Good choice, Princess." Excitement prickled her senses, and their lips finally met for longer than a few seconds, with all the passion of a lover whose been far away for long enough she almost forgot how they felt. Electrifying was the right word, as her body unconciously pressed against her significant other's, making sure the cold room couldn't affect either with their shared heat and heartbeats alike.

But they both had needs to take care of and not enough time to play. Thankfully, Nico didn't need more than one hand to keep the magia stable in-between their makeout session, her now free hand carefully begun to unbutton Ronja's blouse, only to slack a bit on the job as it reached into the little gap it created to give a firm squeeze, kneading away over a sensitive breast, no longer protected by the cotton top.

@Ronja Bubblyfoot

 

[Ronja Bubblyfoot]

Ronja's cheeks flushed when Fiora pointed out the magia couldn't handle the heat, making her avert her eyes and face, letting out a sigh. "Ronja didn't intend it to be right now, silly..." She said, adjusting and tucking her hair behind her ear, knowing it would get on their way as soon as they started their fun.

"Now and always..." Ronja said, with the deal being sealed on the same way their lips locked together, with her lover's hands being straightfoward and slipping under her clothes and cupping her breast with a squeeze that made the magia slip a muffled moan into their passionate kiss, which she deepened with her tongue inviting itself into Fiora's mouth, while welcoming her beloved's own tongue to explore her.

She couldn't feel balance on her stance, with the position the had leaving Ronja no room to properly stand, leaving all her trust on Fiora's hold while her hands decided to play a bit themselves, with one cupping her lover's cheek while the other ran down her body, tracing her covered breast and finding no easy way in, only for it to give up and follow the trail of seam all the way down her legs, where she carefully caressed her hands on.

Her fingers brushed the thighs of her lover, caressing and massaging them, just as she build up courage to follow up to somewhere else riskier.

@Fiora Di Angelo

 

[Fiora Di Angelo]

The whispers slipping out of Ronja got her heart racing and warmth suddently coating her cheeks, hot enough that when the magia cupped them the heat was easy to feel through with her fingers. Her mouth didn't protest once her tongue made it in, and instead, Fiora reciprocated it with her own, letting it dance against hers, a pleased hum reverbing from her throat followed by half an attempt to giggle once her lover found difficulties against her top, only to aim for an easier target.

The perfect gap that allowed for her to stroke against her thighs, only for that hand to pay back for the past ten minutes once it reached between her legs, letting a low moan break their kissing session for a second, her lower body giving in despite to her hand despite how quick her legs were to shut and spread after the first impression.

The resistance Ronja's top offered was almost impending her demands, enough to force herself to move the both of them away from the wall and over to the chair, where the elf gently rested the brunette on top of it and, against her better instincts, broke their kiss and left their wet lips far away from one another.

"These are getting on the way" With both hands, it turned out to be easier to simply slip off all of these buttons and help Ronja out of her shirt. A part of her called for a quick yank, rip and tear the fabrics, but that would only leave them with no excuses back at the front once they had to pay the bill for the ruined clothes. "care to help me out of these, hun?" Her hands slipped off from her gloves and left them drop onto the floor, while her eye gestured down to her shorts.

The anticipation almost tempted her to use the UI to get her clothes off, but the more intimate, raunchier approach had it's benefits, and one of them were to get in full contact with Ronja's skin once she helped the magia slip off from these skin tight pants, enough to get a view of her crotch, covered by underwear or not.

And on her side, Ronja would find Fiora's wearing pink today.

@Ronja Bubblyfoot

 

[Ronja Bubblyfoot]

The giggle in their kiss made Ronja pinch Fiora's thigh in retaliation, knowing very well her beloved was laughing at her awkward attempt to undress someone else. The riskier touch, however, felt had to be done with a bit more forceful. The rougher layer of the shorts, added to the expected extra layer beneath it made it clear she would have a hard time to simply play around with it.

She squeezed the spot tighter, rubbing it with a bit more of recklessness while her lips and tongue enjoyed the vibration of Fiora's moans and the warm breath that washed over her, before they were soon pushed to another position, with the magia being set to a chair, which she pressed her back against while looking up at Fiora, smiling with a bit more of malice. "Ronja is seeing a very hurried Fiora..." She chuckled. "Ronja can help..."

Bending down to touch Fiora's shorts, Ronja's breasts pressed together, outlining her cleavage even more as the angle helped Fiora to have a wider view of what was beneath the partially unbuttoned shirt, with addition to a nipple slip, albeit only in silhouette due to the shadows casted by Ronja's own body.

Ronja breathed heavily, not out of exhaustion or exertion, but out of excitement and adrenaline. They weren't at home, wasn't it wrong to do it right there? Wasn't it disrespectful? She was never really the rebellious type, after all, her condition and way of life never gave her freedom enough to sneak away and do 'wrong' things.

It was far from a careful work, with Fiora's shorts eventually going down, and a playful smile crossing Ronja's lips as she saw the panties. "That's cute, honey..." Ronja looked up at her.

"Ronja may have a nicer way to undress this." She said, touching her finger over Fiora's covered groin.

@Fiora Di Angelo

 

[Fiora Di Angelo]

A well-deserved albeit surprising pinch had her leg move aside to escape from Ronja's touch, paying her back once her teeth gently pulled from the magia's lower lip, stinging them just a little in the process, the elf taking advantage of that little break to push her tongue back inside her lover's maw, where it belonged, a vain attempt to keep her own pleased hums shut once Ronja took full advantage of how her hands busied themselves holding her and instead took the liberty to push harder against her womanhood.

It prompted her to change positions, catching up her breath in hopes of looking less like a hound in heat, but it was hard to with how adrenaline inducing doing it in such a spot turned out to be.

"If I went any slower, someone would have to explain to René why we took so long-" She retaliated, pursing her lips once Ronja begun to chuckle. The greenette bend forth, only to push three fingers against her groin, with her mouth ready to press against hers should the surprise be rewarded with a moan. "Can't keep it low, can you? Maybe I didn't get what you meant and these are the wrong lips"

Her hand retired soon after, sliding across her thigh and heading over for her midriff, where getting the pants undone would prove to be just as hard as her own shorts turned out to be, only getting them halfway through before Ronja exposed the pink she was wearing and her face turned red when complimented.

Her leecherous gaze lingered over the exposed cleavage, her tongue licking over her lips, cursing at how she had to keep herself still right now for the sake of making it a little easier for her lover to undress her. At least until her bottomwear was finally dropped down, but an offering came to halt her on her tracks.

"Do you now?" Fiora pondered outloud as she stepped out of her shorts, one thigh-high clad leg at a time, and only now when Ronja finally put a finger over her groin could she tell what her eyes didn't catch at a first glance, the small wet patch where she touched dripped with excitement.

Soon enough she straightened her back, making one step closer and setting one foot at each side of the chair as she left Ronja practically face to face with her stomach, slowly unbuttoning her shirt enough to reveal her toned midriff, and only one button holding together her bountiful chest from breaking lose.

"I'm all yours, hun." She purred, fingers gently pressing against her scalp and stroking her hairs affectionately in the way only a lover could.

@Ronja Bubblyfoot

 

[Ronja Bubblyfoot]

The idea of René making questions regarding why they took so long made Ronja's face turn even redder, though that didn't stop Ronja from enjoying her beloved's moans and pleased voice, until she called Ronja out for not keeping it low- and the following fingers pressing agaisnt her groin nearly made the magia squeak, if it wasn't for the lips of her lover silencing her.

Muffling it, Ronja released a shaky breath, staring at Fiora with a narrowing gaze as she recovered.

"Sorry... But Ronja will make you pay for it..." Her tone betrayed her words, with a small smile on her lips showing that her apology was a big farse, even bigger than the 'fixing' they had to do in Ronja's magia body. "Ronja thinks you need a little help to understand better then..." She giggled, rubbing her neck and watching her lover unbuttoning her shirt as she revealed more of her toned body while Ronja rubbed her wet fingers together, tracing them over her lips to taunt her lover while she waited for her to finish the undressing and leave her room to work with.

When she was done, Ronja giggled at the caress and the words, looking up at Fiora with a smirk that foretold the playfulness of her intention before she leaned in to plant a gentle kiss on the midriff, carefully lowering and brushing her lips on it, delivering a few more kisses along the way, until she reached for the hips and then thighs, with one last kiss before her lips held her pink panties, tugging it softly downwards, exposing the womanhood hidden beneath it, that was greeted with another soft and much more careful kiss.

@Fiora Di Angelo

 

[Fiora Di Angelo]

Anywhere else and she might have been a little more mean and let Ronja out herself with her noisy squeals, but she couldn't deny that tasting her lover's mouth once again wasn't enough of a reward for her, and so was that narrowed gaze that promised payback as much as her voice did, playful as it were, earning a mischievous smile from the elf.

"Try hard enough and I might switch places with you." Assertive voice warned on it's own, bedroom eye set on Ronja as she waited patiently to explain herself better once she begun to free herself from her shirt at a painfully slow pace, one that the magia was sure to counter with once she let her fingers rub over her lips, putting on display how impatient she had gotten down there despite her domineering act of earlier.

No sooner that they locked eyes that Ronja begun one kiss at a time over her abdomen, a needy breath parting her lips as her fingernails dug a little through her hairs and the tempo behind her strokes increased as a way to reward her beloved until she stopped and felt how that last pink layer she wore fell onto her thighs, leaving her vulnerable to the lover's kiss that followed, breathing deeply once she felt electricity through her legs.

A quiet mumble spread her mouth open for a second, hands slithering onto the magia's shoulders to support herself once her body unconciously rocked forth a little. Just enough to grace these warm lips once again, giving Ronja yet another sweet taste of herself "Who taught you to be this much of a tease, hm? What a bad girl." Fiora admitted between whispers, almost a little too good, as if she had learned exactly what to do to drive her crazy and leave her wanting with foreplay alone.

@Ronja Bubblyfoot

 

[Ronja Bubblyfoot]

"Leave it for when we are home... Here is just an appetizer..." Ronja pointed out, knowing they couldn't spend too much time in there. Renée was probably already questioning why they were taking so long, and the longer they took, the more convincing the explanation needed to be.

"Who do you think that did?" Ronja hissed a question, looking at Fiora with the very little of redness that had faded from Ronja's face returning again brightly and intense- "Ronja has been... Trying to learn new things, okay?" She said with a finger tracing dangerously around Fiora's vulva- "So for now..." It went up, barely brushing its tip on the slit, allowing it to become wet and making the tip of Ronja's finger shimmering with the sweetness of her lover.

"... Let Ronja try to please you..."

Shes tuck her finger between her lips, licking them before she leaned down, caressing Fiora's entrance with her tongue, then giving a soft nibble on the vulva, tugging it softly and then slipping her tongue in, already cleaning the path while carefully exploring Fiora's womanhood.

@Fiora Di Angelo

 

[Fiora Di Angelo]

Fiora didn't argue about it. They were spreading thin their time now. Even if René knew zero about magia, they had gone missing for an awfully long time without giving her news about it.

The seemingly bothered answer she got in the form of a question and the fierce fluster on her cheeks were enough to make the elf grin from ear to... Ear. "Guilty." She declared herself, listening intently as her lover admitted on her own experimentation, forcing every strand of hair to rise once a finger circled around the entrance, but nowhere near that close, cutting short her breath and forcing her toes to curl in pleasure. "I'll make sure to teach you new tricks, love." Her voice became a little airy, falling prey to Ronja's whispered promises.

Her lips spread the moment she felt the warmth of her tongue fondling against her, fingers digging onto Ronja's hairs, yet she kept her hands at bay and gave herself in to the pace the brunette wanted for them to take. The little resistance left was pierced through once she decided to reach for her insides, as tight as a virgin's, and the opposite of what they both experienced from one another already.

A surprised moan parted her lips further, eyes closing as Fiora's hands finally pulled Ronja closer, urging her to dig in as far as she could afford. "G-gods..." She murmured, taken over by nerve-wrecking stimulation, aided by this foreign body's sensitiveness.

Oi! Ronja, Fiora, you two okay?! It's been fucken' long, I got two customers in and out so far!"

René's voice came straight from the outside, and the only thing keeping them safe right now had to be the curtain that separated their little room from the corridor.

"W-we are oKAY! Just... R-ronja had a shortcircuit and I'm fixing it!" Her voice pitched higher than usual, startled to the point of pulling Ronja closer against her flower. It proved hard to keep a straight tone like usual, but she hoped it was enough to hide her excitement from the shopkeeper. Yet her body couldn't fake what her voice did, trembling as it were, and Ronja would very much get a taste of this arousal.

"W-we are almost done!" Fiora added between a gasp, biting down on her tongue as her face turned completely red, as if Karma finally bit her on the ass for her actions.

"A...Alright then. Jezz." René didn't know what to think at this point, given how odd that 'shortcircuit' sounded like. Fiora didn't sound all too okay either. Her suspicions ended up in a one way road that made her frown, but she disregarded her theories with a wave. No one would be THAT bold...

@Ronja Bubblyfoot

 

[Ronja Bubblyfoot]

The pleasure was almost blinding and deafening Ronja, with the surroundings turning dark as she sank deeper into the excitement and arousement of all that exposure, until the faerin's voice nearly made her choke, struggling as she nearly stumbled back, managing to hold onto her girlfriend before a louder noise and chaos was caused.

Through an erratic and surprised breath, Ronja spoke- "Y-Yes, Ronja's circuits aren't going well! W-We will leave soon, uhh, but we will take the clothes for sure-!" She said, a small reassurement while she heard the faerin steps fading away, letting out a long sigh before glancing up at Fiora with a face that was overwhelmingly red, cheeks and ears burning hot.

When it was safe, Ronja quickly got back to her feet, and her hand clutched on her chest, staring intently at Fiora.

"Th-That was close... Let's just..." Ronja didn't know where to hide her face, and her eyes shifting around before she stood and started closing her shirt once again.

"L-Let's leave it for later, honey..." Her voice was quiet and sheepish, wishing she hadn't started that embarrassing situation.

@Fiora Di Angelo

 

[Fiora Di Angelo]

She had been gnawing away at her own knuckle once Ronja begun to explain herself, and a miracle had to have happened for her legs to still have strength for the magia to hold onto them as support, her eye going down to meet Ronja once she noticed, and could practically feel, just how dangerously embarassed they both had gotten.

Yet despite the flustering and how her heart begun to race, she couldn't deny how well that felt, even if it all would end on unfinished business once Ronja stood back up and she gave her some space.

"S-sorry, I got carried away with this." She muttered. It wasn't hard for her to tell how her beloved felt just from the way she looked and carried herself. Tucking a hair behind her ear, Fiora shut her legs together as her hands reached out to help out Ronja button her shirt and stretch any wrinkles her clothes had, right before she begun to pull her underwear and shorts back up once again.

Her fingers reached out for the magia's waist, pulling her into a gentle embrace and planting a smooch on her nose. "Thanks for the help, hun. You did great." She whispered, letting go of their embrace before parting the curtain once they both looked decent enough, pushing hairlocks away from her features moments before offering an arm for Ronja to hold onto.

"Let's go pay her and leave. We still got stuff to do."

@Ronja Bubblyfoot