The Sword Saint’s Second Life As a Fox Girl

2-20 Brazen (R18)

The pair was out of their worldly garments in mere moments upon the mutual understanding of their desire and hunger. It was still the middle of the day and the tent was frailer than thin walls. Their moans and cries of ecstasy would surely be heard by everyone. Yet, despite all those complications, the pair cared not for their lack of intimate privacy. More than desires, they needed this. They needed to assure the love and passion they had for each other.

Lyra let Erin took the reins as the Fox-kin got on top of her. They allowed their heated gaze to sear into one another. Lyra reached out her hands and filled her palms with Erin’s bountiful mounds. She kneaded them like the sweetest dough with passion and dexterity. She gave the twin peaks a pinch, incurring a moan from Erin. The Fox-kin repaid her lover’s bittersweet torment by playing with her poor hills. Erin made sure to flash her lover a dramatic display of disappointment at her plains of a chest. Lyra’s expression soured and she increased the fervency of her kneading. Erin stifled her moans and squeezed the perky peaks of her lover in return. Blissful cries were exchanged, pleas of mercy were uttered, but neither ceased the actions and continued on until the biding glee was too much for their body to withstand.

Erin plunged herself down, swooping in for a deep kiss. She sealed Lyra’s lips, stifling their moans, and ravaged her insides. Lyra tried to fight back by attacking her mounds but Lyra herself gave in to Erin’s intense assault, losing her offense and succumbing herself to Erin’s longing.

“Erin, I love you, give me more...” Lyra begged deliriously in her mind as tears of ardour lust overflowed from her eyes. “I love you so much… More… more… give me more!”

As if her mind had been read, Lyra felt her womanhood being touched by Erin’s knee. More precisely, her womanhood was pressed lightly and nudged gently. The sudden assault caused her hips to buckle but using the difference in level, Erin trapped her hips under her own. Lyra moaned louder than before as her snatch was caressed by Erin’s kness, though her moans came out muffled from Erin’s incessant and passionate kiss. Even her own drool was leaking from the corner of her lips. Groans of annoyance escaped her sealed lips but her body gave a different reaction.

Eventually, Lyra felt her body convulsing as a shriek flew from her mouth. She had reached her height of ecstasy just from mere foreplay. She tried to form words but the lingering pleasure clouded her mind. Only slurs were muttered.

To that, Erin smiled deviously and brought Lyra’s hips up to her face. She took a whiff of her lover’s nether regions.

“Wait, Erin… I-I haven’t cleaned myself since yesterday...” Lyra managed to say after the pleasure had receded from her body. Still, she was mildly trembling from the afterglow but at least she was able to get her words out.

Erin chuckled. “So naive, Lyra. You still presume that I care about such trivial matters?”

“That has nothing to do with this… I-I just don’t want you to— Eeek~!” Lyra screamed out in the middle of her sentence but she managed to cover her mouth before her scream could escape the tent. Erin had begun dining on her overflowing honeypot. She even made it obvious that she was taking in the scent of Lyra’s snatch as she feasted. Lyra gave Erin a look of indignance amidst her pleas but the Fox-kin was too busy indulging herself to take notice. Not that Erin would care even if she noticed the glare.

“Despite your worries, you’re so wet down here. It’s not stopping. Your thighs are drenched with your essence.” Erin lapped up those dripping juices to proof her point.

“D-damn it, Erin… I’m dirty down there… You’ll—”

“You’re dirty everywhere. Even your mind is filled with dirty thoughts. See?” Erin made a string of Lyra’s nether honey between her fingers.

Lyra could only blush at that display. She was genuinely concerned about her body odor but a part of her saw it as a spice to their coitus.

Erin let Lyra taste her own juice. When she refused, Erin inserted a finger into her snatch but stayed unmoving. Lyra begged for Erin to wriggle her finger within her but Erin only grinned at her. Lyra tried to move herself but under Erin’s strength, she couldn’t. In the end, Lyra resigned and tasted her own juice. At the same time, Erin arched her finger, touching Lyra’s womanly spot.

Lyra screamed but was silenced by a deep kiss. The back of her head was supported by Erin’s hand, bringing their tongues closer than ever before.

Erin inserted another finger and wriggled two of her fingers within her. Lyra continued screaming into Erin’s mouth. Her hips began flailing around due to the excessive pleasure that was seeping into her mind. She peaked her pleasure twice in a row but even then, Erin did not stop. The Fox-kin attacked her womanhood seemingly without an end.

On Lyra's sixth soar of her ecstasy, Erin retracted her fingers. By then, Lyra was a mess. Her juices had spouted all over Erin’s body and face. Her eyes were rolled up and her tongue was lolling.

Towards such a sight, Erin gently scooped Lyra into her arms, cradling the intermittent shuddering Lyra. She brought Lyra close, fondling her posterior and enjoying the warmth she emanated.

“I’m sorry, Lyra,” Erin whispered. “I truly am.”

“Foolish Erin...” Lyra responded in a low voice. Her trembling hand brushed Erin’s cheek. “I already forgave you, haven’t I?”

“But it doesn’t change the fact that I did you wrong, Lyra. And I don’t think that will be the last. I’m just as depraved as those I hate.”

“Nothing wrong with that, Erin.” Lyra tittered “Your lover has given her permission.”

“My lover, huh.”

“It has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it?”

“You sly vixen,” Erin said and buried her face on Lyra’s shoulder, nibbling at her skin while leaving kiss marks as proof of who Lyra belongs to.

“Says the fox herself,” Lyra retorted and allowed Erin to mark her. She moaned gleefully for every mark Erin put on her. She thought about hiding these marks after the end of their session but ultimately decided to just leave as is. She wanted to show the world that she was Erin’s.

Erin didn’t stop at the shoulders. She moved down and arrived at the plains that was Lyra’s chest. Though Erin enjoyed the feel of ample bosoms in her hands, this type complimented Lyra’s physique the best. What’s more, Erin learned that Lyra was extremely sensitive around her chest. The slightest flick of her peak was able to invoke a shrill from her. She pierced Erin with a vexed glare but Erin continued her teasing, sending waves of pleasure to her whole body that was expressed through her cries. Erin didn’t forget to leave her mark as she played with Lyra’s plains.

Having enough of that, Erin moved on to the main course. But before she could proceed, Lyra pounced on her.

“You damn mutt… That’s enough of your torment,” Lyra spat. More than hate, she felt unjust being the only one receiving pleasure and shame. She wanted to return the favor. Her pride wouldn’t allow her to be submissive completely throughout their heated pleasuring exchange.

Erin smirked and gently rubbed Lyra’s entrance. She applied a spark of lightning at her fingertips.

And that was enough to draw out a sharp yelp from Lyra. “You bitch…!” she cried. “And you were the one preaching about its dangers.”

“I guess I have to admit it now... I lied about the reason back then. I was just… dishonest with my own depravity.” Erin chuckled and repeated the same mischief.

Lyra shrieked in absolute delight but her pride was being shattered. She gathered her will and battered Erin’s hands away from her snatch. When Erin resisted, Lyra aimed for her tails. Shrills erupted from the Fox-kin. Lyra bit softly down on them, until Erin relented her attacks on Lyra’s snatch.

Lyra seized this chance and got on top of Erin. She pinned the Fox-kin’s hands above her head with a single hand. Her other free hand went to explore the Fae’s drenched cunt. She skipped the ample bosoms and went for her ears.

“Oh god… Lyra… more… more…!” Erin cried out for more. She did not bother to suppress her moans and let them out freely, but she made sure she wasn’t too loud.

“You have really changed, Erin,” Lyra said as she had her fill of those perky ears which were twitching meekly in glee. “You were so reserved and meek back then if Lust Deviant didn’t take over.”

“Because it’s you, Lyra. If it’s you, I don’t mind showing this side of me,” Erin struggled to say in between her delighted moans.

“Did you show this side to Siv too?” Lyra asked with a firm gaze nailing on Erin’s expression.

Erin tittered. “And here I thought you don’t mind me sleeping with others.”

“I didn’t say anything about me not getting jealous.”

“What if I say I showed more than this to Siv?” Erin taunted.

Lyra clicked her tongue and inserted three of her fingers into Erin’s snatch. “Then prepare yourself, vixen,” Lyra said. “I’ll make you bare all of your shame before me.”

Erin was forced to grit her teeth as the immense pleasure assaulted every fiber of her body. Her tails whipped around, causing their luggage to tumble out from the bags. The pair paid no heed to the mess they caused and continued indulging in each others’ flesh.

“Is this it? Is this what you showed to Siv?”

“W-why yes, it is. She had seen more,” Erin taunted further.

Lyra grimaced and inserted four of her fingers. She hooked her fingers, striking every spot in Erin’s snatch. Erin screamed through her tightened lips as her hips buckled up and down continuously. Ecstasy surged through her body. When Erin reached the peak, she embraced Lyra close with her tails wrapped around the two of them.

Lyra couldn’t feel Erin’s ecstasy without Lust Deviant but seeing her lover in so much pleasure, Lyra couldn’t help but be content and proud of her achievements. Even her cunt was throbbing gleefully in response to her pride.

When the pleasure died down, Erin released Lyra and herself from the hold. The pair slumped onto their bed side by side.

“You have gotten even naughtier, Erin,” Lyra remarked in between breaths. She felt like she was going to suffocate from Erin’s strength.

Erin was still calming down from her release, her chest heaving up and down. “You made me this way, Lyra. You took my virtue.”

“I did,” Lyra said as she climbed on top of Erin. “And I will never forget about that. I will also make sure everyone knows about that.” She parted her legs and Erin’s. She positioned her womanhood against Erin’s and began to slowly grind their nether regions against one another.

Erin assisted Lyra by moving her hips too. Soon, they both found themselves achieving mutual gratification in matters of minutes. However, this was enough for them. They wanted more, to make up for that one night and also for the nights to come. They knew they would be reprimanded for this and barred from this exchange until they reached the town of Maven’s Creek.

But they didn’t care, or rather, their pleasure-ridden mind did not allow them any prudence.

They drowned themselves in pleasure, only stopping to get some water, and continued immediately after. True to their intentions, they only put an end to their coitus sessions when dusk arrived. By then, the whole village had known about their caper. The merchants held different notions and thoughts but Iris was the only one who praised the two for their valor and passion.

[Experience gained +20% - Level Progression: 65%]

Erinthea - Faerie-kin: Three-Tailed Fox-kin

Level: 14 | Status: Carnally Relieved

Might: 20 | Arcane: 22 | Finesse: 19

Magic Arts - Spirit Magic Lv. 8 | Arcane Edge Lv. 4 | Arcane Armor Lv. 6 | Lightning Magic Lv. 4

Combat Arts - Sword Art Lv. 7 | Fleet Foot Lv. 5 | Brawler Lv. 4

Innate Skills - Appraisal Lv. Ex | Night Vision Lv. Ex | Sixth Sense Lv. Ex | Toxin Resistance Lv. 1 | Lust Deviant Lv. Ex

Unique Talent - Mystic Blade Lv. Ex | Revenant Lv. Ex

Level Progression: 65%

Remaining Skill Points: 2

Remaining Ability Points: 2

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