Chapter 238: Ice Meets Nectar

Kalon kept his fingers moving inside her until Sifa could not hold her posture on the pew anymore.

Her thighs clamped around his hand. A broken sound escaped through her teeth despite her effort to stay quiet, and then her body gave out the way Cryon bodies always did at the peak.

Ice flesh softened fast. Her full breasts lost shape against his arm. Meltwater flooded over his lap and the wooden seat as Sifa collapsed into liquid weight across his thighs, still trembling through the last of the orgasm while Nyphara’s voice finished a line about the holiness of uncovered skin at the front of the cathedral.

Kalon left his hand where it was until the worst of the shaking passed, then simply sat with her melted form in his lap and waited.

The congregation wound down a few minutes later.

Disciples rose. Soft conversation moved through the rows as women filed toward the exits. No one paid real attention to the back pew.

By the time the last of them cleared the main floor, only Kalon remained in the seats, a spread of clear water still pooled across his legs and the wood around him.

Nyphara came down the centre aisle once the room had emptied.

Her heavy green breasts were still bare in the temple custom, nectar faintly glossy on the underside of them from the long service.

She slowed when she saw him, then smiled the warm familiar way she always did.

"Light Bringer. You sat through the whole sermon this time."

"..."

"Yes. The topic was very interesting." He lied.

In truth, it was because he had his fingers buried into his woman.

Before Nyphara could answer, the water in Kalon’s lap pulled inward and rose.

Sifa reformed on his thighs, fully naked, heavy ice breasts settling soft against her chest as she sucked in a sharp breath. For a second she only stared at her own bare body. Then she saw Nyphara standing over them with her own chest uncovered and her whole face went tight with shock.

"I— I am so sorry—" Sifa tried to cover herself with both arms, which only pressed her full breasts together. Her voice still had the dazed edge of a hard orgasm under it. "I did not mean to— in a place of worship—"

Nyphara blinked once, then laughed softly.

"Child, if you think bare skin is a problem here, you have misunderstood the entire sermon." She looked from Sifa’s naked ice body to Kalon with clear amusement. "Your companion is cold-born. And freshly exhausted, from the look of her. No wonder she is unsteady."

Sifa’s mouth opened, closed, then opened again. Embarrassment and fascination fought across her face. Even dazed, her eyes kept dropping to Nyphara’s exposed green breasts like she could not help it.

"You’re the priestess," Sifa said, softer. "Kalon has said said so much about you."

"I am." Nyphara’s expression gentled. "And you look like you need something warm in you that is not only him. Come. I will make tea at my house. Nectar helps the body settle after strong release."

Sifa hesitated only a second, then nodded.

"I would like that."

Kalon helped her stand. After one more flustered glance around the empty cathedral, Sifa dressed herself, then followed.

...

Nyphara’s house sat close enough to the cathedral that the walk was short.

Inside, she settled them at a low table and put water on with dried nectar crystals the way she always did for guests she meant to recover.

Sifa sat carefully, clothes still wet from her bodies liwuids. Nyphara remained in her priestess outfit, with her large green breasts exposed without any shame.

Between the way Sifa’s outfit was clinging to her breasts, and Nyphara’s open chest, it was hard to decide where to look.

Eventually the nectar tea came, sweet and thick.

Most of the talk that followed stayed light.

Sifa asked, still half dazed, why Nyphara’s chest was left bare during service. Nyphara explained the custom the same way she always did for outsiders: breasts were holy, not hidden, and looking on them was closer to receiving a blessing than committing an offense.

Sifa listened with wide ice-blue eyes and kept forgetting not to stare. Nyphara did not mind. She seemed quietly pleased by the honest curiosity.

Kalon drank his tea and let them talk.

Sifa asked about the Mother Tree. Nyphara asked about Cryos and the cold. Every so often Sifa’s thigh pressed against Kalon’s under the table, leftover sensitivity making her restless, but she stayed composed enough to finish the cup.

Colour never returned to a Cryon’s face the human way, but the thin melt sheen along her chest said she was still carrying the earlier orgasm in her body.

By the time the tea was done, Nyphara’s eyes had grown heavier.

"I need sleep," she said simply, rising. "Service days run long. You are both welcome to remain, but I think it is time that I retire to my bed."

She left them with the same warm nod she always gave Kalon, bare breasts shifting as she turned down the inner hall.

...

Kalon took Sifa back to Cryos before the house settled fully into night.

They arrived in the front hall of her mansion.

Sifa wore a genuinely happy look on her face that showed just how much the journey meant to her.

"Thank you," she said. "For taking me. For all of it. I did not think you would actually show me another world this soon."

"I’m a man of my word, aren’t I?" Kalon responded with a smile.

Sifa stepped in and kissed him once, cold-lipped and soft. Her full breasts pressed against his chest.

"Come back again," she said. "Soon."

"I will."

He left her there and returned to Earth.

...

The high-rise apartment was dark and quiet when he landed.

Kalon stood by the window for a moment, Dream affinity still sitting unused in his core.

That was about to change, as he had finished the quest and earned his first Dream skill.