Chapter 95: "Me" Time*

{Kohaku}

One way or another, I wasn’t going to be an embarrassment anymore.

I WOULD learn to swim well!

Seriously, though. There wasn’t a whole lot to do on the beach during this arc in the book, so I used my time for self-improvement. Training with Sabine, hunting miscellaneous monsters, swimming. At some point, I had decided, "You know what? Let Lily reconnect with Serena. I’m gonna have a little bit of ’me’ time."

Of course, I wasn’t completely alone, though.

"You need help, or...?" Fenna asked as I squared off against one of those crab-like things with the massive shells.

"No no, I’ve got this," I replied, never taking my eyes off my enemy.

The crab thing clicked its pincers ominously. I narrowed my eyes.

It came at me sideways, which they always do, and I had Tide up before it finished the first step.

The band went down into my legs. I moved left, and the claw came down on the rock where I’d been standing and took a chunk out of it, and it sprayed something into the air, over both of us. I dodged. Naturally whatever it sprayed didn’t hurt it.

The thing lifted to strike again.

The seam under the front leg opened.

"HA!"

I put the blade into it and the shell came apart and about forty gallons of seawater went everywhere, mostly onto me, and the Coastal Ripper stopped being a problem in the middle of the pool.

I stood there dripping with my arms shaking.

"Eleven seconds," Fenna said, from the rock.

"Eleven?"

"Eleven. I counted from your first step." She hopped down and waded over. "You dropped your form once coming out of the turn, but you got it back before the second swing, so it doesn’t count against you. That was good."

"Say that again."

"It doesn’t count against you?"

"The other part."

"That was good."

"Mm~ One more time, with feeling."

"S-Stop it!" The muscular wolf said.

I laughed and shook the water off my hands. I was still riding the high of not dying.

Fenna was crouched over the shell, working the knife in under the third plate the way Sabine showed us, and the muscles in her back were flexing, clenching, and stretching.

So I watched.

[... Damn.]

Fenna was hot. In that ’himbo with tits’ sort of way.

"You know," I said, "you’ve got your priorities in order."

"It’s the good plate. The fat’s under here."

"I wasn’t talking about the crab, sweetheart."

The knife stopped.

I crouched down beside her, whispering into her wolf-like ear:

"I was talking about you, down on your knees, working with your hands." I put my chin on my fist. "It’s a good look. Very capable."

Fenna turned her head and looked at me.

"You do this constantly," she said.

"Do what?" I was genuinely curious.

"This! You say things like that, and then when I answer, you laugh and walk away and talk about something else. You did it on the crate. You did it at breakfast twice." She wasn’t angry about it. She said it the way you’d read out a receipt. "So, I-I’m not gonna answer! Save us both some time."

[... Oh. Oh, that’s fair, actually.]

This was way too fun though.

"What if I wasn’t going to walk away this time?"

"Then say that instead of the thing about my hands."

"I’m not going to walk away this time."

Fenna put the knife down.

She stood up, and I stood up with her, and she got one hand around the back of my neck and the other flat on my lower back and pulled me in so fast my feet slid on the wet rock.

[Oh fuck.]

Her dick wasn’t even hard and yet I could feel it pressing against me.

I got a hand between us that landed on her chest. I took it back, then decided, "no, actually," and put it back on.

I got horny in record time.

I went down.

My knees hit the floor. The dirty was wet and tiny pebbles hurt my knees, but I did not care at all. I got my fingers in her waistband and pulled. Her cock genuinely sprang out, and hit me across the cheek. Above me, Fenna squeaked.

"Sorry," she said. "I-It’s a little big... Isn’t it?"

[It’s fucking enormous.]

I took hold of the base and ran my tongue flat up the underside, slowly, from the bottom all the way to the head, and I felt it jump in my hand. It was hot. Literally. It was warm.

Then I put my mouth over the head and sucked.

"Agh, shit!" She hissed.

Her hand landed in my hair, just holding on, and her claws pressed against my scalp.

I took more. About half, which was as much as I could manage on the first go, and then I pulled back off and did it again and got a little further, and the third time it hit the back of my throat and my eyes watered and I stayed there anyway, breathing through my nose, working my tongue along the underside while she held on.

[Oh my fucking god...]

Fenna’s other hand slapped down flat against the rock behind her.

I set up a rhythm. Hand at the base, working in time with my mouth, cheeks hollowed, and every time I came up for air I dragged my lips over the head and got another noise for my trouble. My jaw started aching about a minute in and I ignored that too.

She was leaking steadily by then, and the taste got stronger, and addictive, and her hips had started moving without her permission. Small motions. She kept catching herself and stopping.

I pulled off with a wet noise and looked up at her.

"You can move, you know?" I raised a brow and smirked at her.

"I’ll choke you."

"Eh, it’ll be fine."

"O-Okay."

Fenna’s hand tightened in my hair, and she stopped being careful.

In an instant, she rammed her dick down my throat so far I almost felt it in my stomach. Then, she pulled it out in a blink before slamming it back in. My eyes widened. My body froze. My hands stayed up defensively, not even holding onto anything, and she started fucking my throat.

I came. Right there, on the spot. She didn’t seem to notice as she just kept going, actually doing full thrusts like she was using my mouth as a cocksleeve. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and at some point my hands dropped, realizing they’d be useless.

"I, I’m gonna..."

She came and when she did, she deposited what had to be a gallon or two of wolfgirl cum directly into my body. I didn’t even taste it. Her dick went so far down my throat that it was a direct splash into my stomach. My nose was pressed against her grey pubes. She held me in place hard. I couldn’t even move back an inch.

Finally, she let go, and I gasped for air.

"W-Whoa, uh, sorry, I didn’t..."

I stood up, took my skirt off, and walked over to the nearest tree. There, I bent over and spread my legs.

I looked back over my shoulder.

"Now."

She swallowed and walked over to me.

We were gonna be here a while.

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{Serena}

There is a sword inside my body.

I don’t know how else to say it. It isn’t carried, it isn’t stored, it’s in there, and when I call it into my hand it comes out of me like it was always part of the arm. I’ve stopped trying to explain the mechanism to myself. What I can report is the rest of it.

I am stronger. I took a Ripper apart yesterday in one cut and felt nothing in my wrist, and when I run, I arrive before I’ve finished deciding to. My mana doesn’t drain the way it used to. I sleep four hours and wake up ready. Whatever Dawnlight was doing in that rock for however many centuries, it is now doing inside me, and I have started to suspect that the people who wrote about it in the histories were being conservative.

And Lily is speaking to me again.

That’s the other thing. Years of not speaking, and months of actively making sure she knew I despised her, undone on a mountain in two hours because a fox girl wouldn’t shut up. She sleeps on the far side of the room and wakes up on mine. She laughs at things I say that aren’t jokes. I had forgotten she does that.

So, fine. I suppose somebody made that happen.

[As if. The fox didn’t do anything.]

Anyway.

We were out past the palms hunting, because Lily wanted the practice and I wanted to watch her guard, when I stopped at a line of scrub.

"I’m going to go freshen up." I didn’t know how else to put it. Thankfully, she understood.

"Oh! Of course." Lily turned around immediately and looked very hard at a tree, which was more courtesy than the situation required. "I’ll wait here. Take your time."

I went through the scrub and about thirty feet up the slope, and that’s when I heard it.

Moaning.

My first thought was that something was wounded, because that’s what it sounded like at first, low and broken and coming in waves. My second thought was that there is no animal on this coast that makes that noise. I put my hand out and Dawnlight came into it, and I went up the rise fast and quiet with the blade low.

I came around the rock.

Kohaku Sakana was bent over a tree with her skirt somewhere in the dirt behind her and her hands braced against the bark, and Fenna Greywild had a grip on her hips and was driving into her from behind hard enough to move the leaves.

Not in the way I might have assumed, either.

I stood there.

My jaw came open and stayed open, and I did not move a single muscle.