95: Blood in the Water, Part Ten

Blood in the Water, Part Ten

Erin got off the bench and slithered forward, slightly bent over like she usually was whenever Neve saw her making her way to an enemy. 

The closer she got, the harder Neve's heart beat against her chest. Once she got within arm's reach, Erin whispered:

"We've done quite a lot here, haven't we? Is it not time for a little break?" 

"But- floor- training- sword- you- me-" 

This sudden attack had the healer's mind short-circuiting. Erin giggled a bit, tilting her head. 

"Indeed, this is quite an important development. But, I'm feeling a little unmotivated if I'm being honest. Teaching someone how to fight, to me, could be likened to teaching a toddler how to read. Surely we could do *something* to spice things up, wouldn't you agree?" 

Neve did not move an inch or say a word. 

As Ahlakan's white eyes bounced between them from the bench, Neve could feel her skin getting hotter. The mischief in Erin's eyes, practically undressing her as she looked down at the healer, was enough to send chills down her spine. 

However, reason quickly re-entered her mind. 

The gamer in her spoke up, thinking as logically as though she'd just encountered a puzzle in an RPG. And it said:

[I need this training. So, sure. Fuck it. Whatever she's got in mind is fine. Go ahead!] 

Gathering some courage, Neve finally replied:

"W-What do you want to do?" 

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{Erin}

Admittedly, the warrior princess didn't really think she'd get this far. 

This whole thing had started as just a brief teasing session before the two of them would get on with making progress through this odd world, but the fact that Neve actually agreed to this put a temporary pause on those plans. 

Now, thanks to her big mouth and filterless lips, Neve and Erin were sitting at a rather luxurious bed Neve had magically acquired, looking at some odd items she'd gotten the same way. 

"Hm, I must say, while my kind too had practices like these, the tools you humans use seem quite a bit more, ehm... sophisticated? Is this a common practice where you're from?" Erin asked as she held something in her hands. 

Supposedly, this thing was called a "strap-on". A device meant to allow women to simulate having penises for the purposes of... well, the only purpose such a thing could have. 

As Erin turned and gazed at the item in her hands, Neve remained sitting down beside her. Her face was beet red, but at least she was still responding to Erin's questions. 

"Uhm, I-I think?" Neve said/asked. "I mean, I never used any of this stuff myself, I just sorta... Yeah..." 

"And this," Erin said, moving on to the next item. "A gag? I understand some of these other things but I must admit, I do struggle to see this item's use being satisfactory." 

"Uh, I don't really- I'm not an authority on this topic." 

"Ah, well, we'll just have to work on that, won't we?" 

It was still so surprising that her host had agreed to this. Erin was going to milk these moments as well as she could. 

She caught Neve looking out the tent, however. The reason why was not too hard to understand. 

Ahlakan was outside, of course, having been left out of these proceedings. Not that Erin would have minded her presence but, right now, she wanted to have Neve all to herself.

Some memories began flashing through Erin's mind. Naturally, she'd been popular back home, so oftentimes many entered her chambers and left as the night came, with smiles painted onto their faces and sweat falling down their backs. 

There wasn't a lot she hadn't experienced. This, however, had a few "firsts" to offer. 

"Does your kind make use of these in your intercourse?" Erin asked, poking Neve's legs, her right hand sliding over her knee. "Any sensitive spots I should be aware of?" 

"Um, not on me, no." 

"Ah, good to know." 

As much as Erin wanted to get started, at the same time, she did enjoy seeing Neve's mental battle with this current dilemma. Her thoughts were so loud, the gears in her skull grinding against each other so blatantly, that Erin almost laughed. 

Finally, however, she said: 

"Well, these things look fun, but... I'd rather stick with something I'm familiar with," Erin said, before holding up a blindfold. "Could you lay down, please? Oh, without your clothes, of course." 

Taking deep breaths, Neve did as the lamia asked. Naked now, as some candles flickered on the nightstand next to the bed, she brought her knees up and laid down, with Erin getting off the bed to allow her to do so. 

"You're not gonna stab me or anything, are you?" Neve asked, hesitating to put the blindfold on. 

"Could I even? I'm your summon, after all." 

Neve only sighed in response before finally throwing the thing on and eliminating one of her senses. Once she did, Erin's smile grew wider. 

Before her laid the woman who she was, for better or for worse, bound to. The one who'd saved her from what felt like years of imprisonment. The one who she'd experienced so many different things within such a short amount of time. 

[... What an interesting position.] Erin slithered forward, her tan hand hovering over one of Neve's bare, milk-pale thighs. She hesitated, for some reason, before allowing herself to touch the woman. [She's completely at my mercy, isn't she?] 

There was something exciting about this. Something deeply satisfactory about this situation. It didn't take much to figure out what. 

Sure, it was through some playful, sexual teasing, but... Erin felt like she was actually getting some power back. 

Here was the woman who she answered to, the woman whose every command she had to follow, laying down and quivering beneath her palm. 

Erin took some slow breaths. 

[Hm... I'm getting affected by this. That's unexpected.] 

Finally, instead of just looking at her meal, she allowed herself to dive in and taste it. 

Taking her long, thin tongue, Erin stuck it out and dragged it down from the spot where she'd placed her hand all the way up to the healer's waist. 

Neve hissed as Erin's tongue touched her. Smiling, the lamia carved a path up the woman's body, reaching the parts that they shared. 

Giggling quietly, Erin placed her hands over Neve's breasts. Her thumbs drew circles around the woman's nipples, feeling them stiffen in response. As Neve's chest rose and fell, Erin leaned down and, lightly, bit and sucked on one of them, keeping her crimson eyes fixed on Neve to gauge her reactions. 

She wasn't too sure what she wanted the other woman to feel, but she wanted to see what she felt nonetheless. 

Being closer to her now, she could just barely hear the stifled whimpers and moans Neve was keeping behind a closed mouth, her lips sealed and a little pursed. 

A thought came to Erin, then, as she saw that. 

One that she quickly tried to push away, so as to allow herself to enjoy this more, but... It did not work. 

She hesitated, her hands not knowing what to do next due to an internal conversation that had kicked off and wasn't stopping.

Two ideas fought in Erin's heart, with one of them begging the lamia to take everything she wanted right now and the other whispering, rather sweetly, that all of this would taste just a little bit better with some patience. 

That, if she just took her time, she could make this so much better. 

The former idea pushed Erin's hands to head up to Neve's neck. She held her, as though she was about to choke the healer, liking how strong it made her feel. 

Finally, however, the latter idea won out. 

[... Fine. If it would make the flavor that much better, then... I suppose I can wait.]  2

But, there was one thing she wanted to do that she figured she could. 

[She does owe me one of these, though. I suppose I'll take my payment now. Why not?] 

Before she could talk herself out of it, Erin leaned forward and pressed her lips against Neve's. The healer was surprised but quickly opened her mouth and gave Erin the access she didn't have the first time she'd kissed her, immediately after being saved. 

At that time, she'd simply seen Neve as her strange, but welcome savior. Now, Neve was, well and truly, her partner. A companion she'd be with for the foreseeable future. 

Perhaps it was due to that being the case that this kiss felt so right. Despite the different shapes of their tongues, with Neve's being a little wider and Erin's being considerably longer, and thinner, the way they danced felt good. So good, that it hurt Erin's heart just a little to pull her head away and push Neve's blindfold up. 

"Alright, come on," Erin said, wiping her lips with the back of her hand. Some of her own saliva could still be seen on Neve's own lips. "I'll train you." 

"W-What?" Neve asked, sitting up. "That's all?" 

"For now, yes," Erin replied, smiling back at her. "Did you want more?" 

Hearing that, Neve blushed and looked away. 

"N-No, I just..." 

"Rest assured, I do plan to have my way with you," Erin promised. "Just... Not yet." 

[I want you to want it,] she added in her mind, looking over at Neve as the healer magically put on those robes of hers. [I want you to be desperate for it, to beg me for this. And now, I plan to work toward that whenever I can.] 

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