The Sword Saint’s Second Life As a Fox Girl

4-90 Back turned (R18)

In just a blink of an eye, a day passed since the end of the mayhem that beset the city. Though a day had passed, things were still far from returning to normal.

Thousands were dead and only a small meagre percentage of the dead were nobles. The rest of the death toll belonged to the common folk. To placate the peasants’ wrath, the nobles were now frantically looking for a scapegoat.

It was the city’s victory but no one was celebrating. The loss was too big to even be considered a victory for some. The nobles had thought about throwing a festival to celebrate their unearned victory but they decided against it to avoid further rousing the common folk’s wrath. They were also busy in finding the right person to lay all the blame on.

In the midst of the frantic nobles' attempt at forging excuses and avoiding responsibilities, the Aeryons were doing their best in disaster relief with the aid of House Valdrun. The camp that the Aeryons built during the mayhem was still present and was now acting as the command centre of the disaster relief. Everyone was working around the clock.

In one of the tents that were no different from the hundred others, on the sole two sickbeds laid Aera and Erin. The former was still in an unconscious state while the latter was long awake but her companions and lovers had advised and begged to stay in bed until she completely recovered.

Erin’s external wounds were all healed and her internal wounds were near recovery. However, there was another factor that she couldn’t bear to overlook. She had used Lust for a long period and she was now bearing the cost.

She wanted to just pleasure herself and get it over with but it was not enough. She had furtively played with her sensitive parts with everyone else running around and working busily just outside the tent. She made herself climax a total of three times but she was nowhere near feeling satisfied.

“How pathetic…” Erin mumbled inwardly to herself while panting to catch her breath. She had just finished a session, making it the fourth climax that she had on the sickbed where she was supposed to be resting. “While everyone’s working their butts off, I’m here… fingering myself till I squirt on my own hand…”

Erin glanced over to the bed adjacent to hers, where Aera was laying on. The poor girl had suffered the most dire wounds but for now, her condition was stable and she was out of the woods. Still, she had not woken up since. According to the healers, Aera had exhausted all of her Mana just to keep herself alive and until she recovered enough, she would remain unconscious.

In such a condition, receiving external aid of replenishing Mana was ill-advised as it would disrupt the body’s inner natural flow of recovery. It would result in the body becoming dependent on receiving external aid and incapable of recovering Mana with one’s own capability. Therefore, they could only leave Aera to her own fate.

Erin’s gaze shifted to the entrance of the tent, seconds before someone came in.

“Oh, you’re awake!” Lyra exclaimed, holding a tray filled with food and water.

“Quiet, you.” Erin put her finger to her lips and pointed at Aera with her other hand.

“Ah, sorry,” Lyra apologised and tip-toed to the side of Erin’s bed. “I brought you some food in case you’re hungry. And some water too in case you’re thirsty.”

“I am hungry and thirsty but just not in the usual sense,” Erin muttered coyly in heart.

“Are you not hungry?” Lyra asked when she saw the absence of eagerness on Erin’s face.

“Thanks but I’m not really hungry or thirsty. I’m a Fae, remember? Breakfast was enough to last me the whole day.”

“Yes, but you’re also a patient. You should rest and eat a lot more than usual.”

“I’m fine, Lyra.”

“Are you?” Lyra returned the question with a narrowed gaze. She settled the tray down on the bedside table and sat beside Erin’s legs on the fringe of the bed.

“I am.”

Lyra sighed. “Yes, you’re fine, now. But what about then? Why must you always push yourself?”

Erin smiled wryly. “You know why. If I don’t, we would be burying a body of our own by now.”

“Keep pushing yourself, and one day, we will be burying your body.”

“Not likely. I can’t die, remember?”

“We don’t fully know that. What if there’s a limit?”

“Then it is what it is. I have enjoyed every second of my life spent here, with you, Siv, Aedan, and also the others.”

“That’s not funny.”

“...I agreed. Sorry, that was bad taste. But I meant some of it. I enjoyed this life of mine.”

“Don’t say that so easily, Erin.” Lyra pouted. “I enjoyed every second I have spent with you too, but your death would overturn all those memories. Please, Erin.” She clasped Erin’s hands with her own.

Erin clasped Lyra’s hands back and erased the hint of sadness in her smile. “You never stop worrying, do you?”

“That’s just the nature of an adventurer who desires to live long and content. I don’t live for the glory, Erin.”

“Neither do I, Lyra. I don’t know how many promises you want from me but I promised you that I’m not going to just abandon you and die a death that would invalidate all the benefits it would bring.”

“Your actions certainly say otherwise.”

“You don’t have faith in me?”

“...I do, but I can’t help it. We’re always plunged into life-threatening situations.”

“That’s part of the job as adventurers, no?”

Lyra sighed. “I supposed this is to be expected.” Her gaze fell on Aera. “If it was you on that bed, I don’t know how I would have… reacted. Sometimes… I have half a mind to just cast away all that we have now and just live in a quiet and secluded place, just the two of us.”

“That sounds boring.”

Lyra chuckled. “It certainly does sound boring, which is why it’s only half a mind. I guess… I just want to be there when you’re in need. I want to be as reliable as Aedan.”

“Now that’s just unfair to yourself. You can’t compare yourself to him. He’s… different.”

“He’s able to help you when you need it. I just don’t want to feel so incapable.”

Erin brought Lyra’s face close to her own. “You’re not incapable, Lyra,” she said and planted her shivering lips onto Lyra’s, savouring her lover’s lips to the fullest.

Lyra, to her surprise, showed some resistance, but she reciprocated the kiss and even inserted her tongue into Erin’s mouth.

They breathed into one another, their moans clashed, and their tongues engaged in a fearsome battle for dominance over the other, all the while their lips stayed intertwined and so did their ferocious tongues. Their hands also crept to each other’s bodies and pulled themselves closed as if wanting to melt into one.

Their lips eventually parted in a hurry and jerked away from each other after they heard a few rustling sounds just right outside the tent. Their bodies froze and their gazes stuck to the entrance. Erin had been so engrossed in the kiss that her senses could barely focus. It would be a different story if it was a threat as Sixth Sense would kick in.

When no one came in after they waited for a while, they let their shoulders droop. Their eyes met and they shared a giggle.

“That was close,” Erin said.

“And you were the one who started it.”

“But you like it.”

“Of course, I do.” Lyra leaned forward. “How could I not?” She threw her arms around Erin’s shoulders and locked her fingers behind Erin’s head.

“There are people outside, Lyra. And Aera’s just sleeping beside us.”

“If you truly cared about those things, you wouldn’t have kissed me in the first place.”

“Ah, I was caught.” Erin tittered.

“You have tempted me and successfully so. Now, take responsibility.”

“I will,” Erin said and pulled Lyra closer by wrapping her arms around Lyra’s waist. “Besides, I can scarcely hold myself back. You should know… I have a lot of frustration stored.”

Lyra’s lips curled into an amorous grin. “Then allow me to help you alleviate some of it.”

“You are going to help me alleviate all of it.”

They exchanged not another single word and proceeded to engage in a fervent bout of tongue lashing and lips smacking. Lyra tipped her weight onto Erin, leading their kiss further onto the bed. When both of their bodies were entirely on the bed, they began to strip one another.

Since Erin was wearing a plain robe, befitting of a patient, she was stripped faster than Lyra, who was wearing a sleeveless crop top that gave an emphasising view of her midriff, coupled with a pair of long pants that stuck closely to her thighs.

Erin’s ample and bountiful bosom spilt out of their constraints before her article of clothing was even fully stripped. Despite being a seasoned warrior, Erin’s exploits did nothing to mar her great beauty, a shapely hourglass figure with assets that were neither too big nor small, just the right sizes for her stature. Even her budding muscles were of no detriment to her feminine charms.

A sigh of envy trickled from the enamoured Lyra’s lips. It was no exaggeration to say that Erin was the embodiment of beauty, at least in Lyra’s eyes. Though surely, many would agree with Lyra.

“My turn,” Erin smirked and returned the favour. With one swift action, Erin took off Lyra’s top and Lyra herself squirmed out of her pants without breaking the fervid kiss with Erin.

In seconds, they were all bare of any piece of cloth between their skin. They fully embraced each other. Erin’s five tails wrapped themselves gently around Lyra as if they were trying to cocoon the two together and cut them off from any outside interference.

Their kiss eventually transcended from just a bout of tongues and lips. The same idea struck their minds and they moved in unison. They positioned their rear towards the other’s face. Without any shame, they buried their faces with each other’s throbbing and soaked snatch.

Erin’s tails stood straight up at first but they then lost their stiffness and draped over the two that were currently feasting on the womanhood of one another which were overflowing with their juices of anticipation.

The mutual cunnilingus of the two lasted shorter than they liked. They couldn’t hold themselves back any longer. Erin climbed off of Lyra and shifted her position into one that let their eyes meet. Once their gazes found each other, they once again engage in another fervent bout of love, lust, and passion.

Erin started the vehement kiss from Lyra’s lips and gradually traced her mouth and tongue down. Her lips brushed past Lyra’s slender neck and when she arrived at the plains, she began nibbling on the humble mounds and the firm yet malleable peaks of her lover.

“E-Erin~!” Lyra moaned ecstatically from the passionate and playful mauling on her shallow bosom. Though her chest was nothing to write home about, she was just as sensitive as any other girl’s. Or maybe even more so. The electrifying pleasure died down when Erin moved on from her bosom.

The absence of rapture lasted only for a brief moment as bliss once again surged through Lyra’s body when Erin reached her underbelly. Feeling Erin’s breath and lips gliding across her midriff was already tantalising enough. Now that Erin was truly at her anticipated spot, Lyra couldn’t fathom the pleasure that was about to encroach on her despite being no stranger to it.

Erin did not pounce on her lover’s awaiting honeypot immediately. Instead, she stopped just an inch away from the throbbing snatch. She blew into it, eliciting a shiver and a gleeful shriek from Lyra. Grinning, she rubbed the pulsating entrance with her lips and nose.

“Erin…! This is torture~!” Lyra mewed. She tried to push Erin’s head onto her needy cunt but she couldn’t match Erin’s strength. The difference in their physical strength was made more apparent when Erin’s Lust took over, drowning the tent with lustful craving and desire.

After Erin had enough of teasing Lyra, she buried her face into the throbbing snatch and plunged her tongue into the womanly cavern as deep as she could.

Lyra was barely able to cover her mouth as her body arched wondrously sensual with a delighted cry leaking through her shut lips.

Erin did not just focus on her lover’s pleasure but also her own as she spared one of her hands and began playing with her drenched cunt that was overflowing with her lustful honey.

Meanwhile, Aera started to stir in her sleep and her closed eyelids quivered as if heralding her time of wake, much to the ignorance of the lovebirds who were absorbed into their own world of debauchery, lust, and love.