Chapter 119 Are breasts really the best greeting? (R-18)
Black Dragon Gate Arc
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(POV: Lumiere)
I awoke to a cacophony of echoing voices, their distant murmurs barely reaching my ears. Slowly, I peeled open my heavy eyelids, my vision blurry as it adjusted to the light. And there, before me, was a sight that made my heart skip a beat.
"Huh?"
My head was comfortably nestled upon something incredibly soft, something that could only be described as a pillow from the heavens. I couldn't resist the temptation and reached out to touch it. To my surprise, it yielded to my touch, and my fingers sank into its plushness. I couldn't help but press it gently, relishing in its luxurious feel.
"..So freaking good.."
A loud moan filled the air, alarmingly close to my ears, and I quickly pulled back in shock. My eyes widened as I noticed the source of the sound. It was Fasit, my trusty Grygan leader. But now, her features were contorted with uncontrollable desire, her panting heavy and filled with undeniable lust.
"Ara~Ara, I'm happy to feel your touch again Great Lumiere."
"Fasit?"
"Yes, Great Lumiere, it's me. But you can always have your way with me later.."
"Ah, sure."
I blushed furiously, realizing that I had been unwittingly caressing her breasts. My hand hastily retreated, unable to grasp the situation.
Fasit, with a mischievous smirk, greeted me in her seductive tone, "So how are you doing, sleepyhead?"
"Good... morning," I managed to stammer, my face now crimson with embarrassment.
On seeing this, Fasit simply chuckled and beckoned me closer.
"Please, Great Lumiere, use my breasts however you please," she smiled.
Without hesitation, I buried my face back into her ample bosom, unable to resist the allure of its softness. As if in a trance, I surrendered myself to the temptation of her warmth, grateful for the unexpected intimacy that had found us in this bizarre moment.
As I lay nestled in the comforting embrace of Fasit's voluptuous bosom, her delicate fingertips began to explore the curves of my hair and cheeks, sending shivers of pleasure down my spine. The softness of her touch only intensified the desire that was building within me, overpowering any rational thoughts that lingered in my mind.
"Eh?"
In that moment of bliss, I suddenly jolted back to reality, my mind flooding with confusion.
Wasn't I supposed to be in the midst of the decimated Zarbon city, ravaged by the aftermath of the battle?
With a sense of urgency, I withdrew my face from the allure of Fasit's bosom, a tingling sensation lingering where my skin had pressed against hers.
"Wha... what's happening?" I managed to blurt out, my voice muffled by a mix of astonishment and desire.
Fasit, her gaze still radiating with a seemingly insatiable desire, traced her finger along her plump lips, a seductive smile dancing upon them. "Oh, Great Lumiere, I almost forgot to tell you," she purred, her voice dripping with a deliciously wicked tone.
I leaned in closer, my mind intoxicated by the electric energy that crackled between us, longing to discover the truth. "Tell me... tell me what?" I whispered, my voice laced with anticipation.
Fasit's sultry laughter filled the air as she revealed the shocking truth.
"You were brought here, to the Silva Citadel, three days ago, right after your triumphant battle against the battle gods." (Fasit)
"Wait a minute, I don't remember fighting any battle gods.." (Lumiere)
"Well, you might remember them as the attackers of Zarbon city." (Fasit)
"Oh?"
So they were battle gods, I see.
But before I could process it all, a rush of alarm surged through my veins.
"Three... three days?" I stammered, my mind reeling. "I... I've been unconscious for three days?"
Fasit nodded, a knowing smile playing on her lips.
"Indeed, Great Lumiere. Three days of exquisite slumber."
Then, I gazed around the expansive room.
"Hmm."
My eyes widened in awe at its opulent grandeur.
The massive bed, adorned with luxurious silk sheets, beckoned me to sink into its plush embrace. The air carried the intoxicating scent of fresh roses, filling my senses with a heady perfume. Everything about this chamber spoke of extravagance, as if it belonged to a noble in some far-off kingdom.
Confusion flooded my mind, and I turned to Fasit, hoping for answers.
"Where are we... exactly?" I inquired, my voice laced with curiosity.
A mischievous smile played upon her lips as Fasit leaned towards me, her green eyes sparkling with delight.
"These, my lord, are your chambers," she whispered, her voice dripping with sweet affection.
I couldn't believe my ears. "My chambers?" I repeated, disbelief coloring my tone. "But this... it's bigger than anything I could've imagined."
Fasit giggled softly, her eyes gleaming with pride. "Thrain and Beorn, the dwarf brothers, took it upon themselves to remodel this room as a surprise for your return."
I marveled at the thought, my admiration for the dwarven brothers growing.
"They've truly outdone themselves. It's absolutely amazing," I murmured, my eyes tracing the intricate carvings on the bed's headboard.
Seated together on the majestic bed, Fasit towered above me, her height accentuating her allure. In a rare moment of tenderness, I reached up, my hand lightly patting her head. "You did a fantastic job taking care of the Silva Citadel while I was away. I'm truly grateful, Fasit," I softly whispered, my words filled with genuine warmth.
To my surprise, Fasit blushed deeply, her cheeks flushing a delicate shade of pink. But this time, it wasn't the sultry blush she usually wore. Instead, it was a bashful shade, reminiscent of a shy maiden in love. She withdrew her head with a coy smile, her voice barely above a whisper.
"You don't have to treat me like a child, my love. After all, I'm a hundred years older than you." (Fasit)
My heart skipped a beat at her words, the depth of her vulnerability touching my soul.
"You're right," I murmured, scratching my head in embarrassment. "I apologize if I made you feel that way."
The ornate doors swung open, revealing Isadora and Serena standing before me, their eyes brimming with tears.
Serena's voice trembled as she spoke, a delicate vulnerability in her words. "We were so worried, my lord. I was afraid that you'd never wake up," she confessed, her voice quivering with emotion.
Isadora, her tears slowly drying, nodded in agreement. "Indeed," she whispered, her voice filled with a mix of relief and lingering fear.
Unable to resist their tender display of affection, I welcomed their embrace as they enveloped me in a tight, heartfelt hug. But as their bodies pressed tightly against mine, their breasts grazing my cheeks, I felt a sudden constriction in my chest.
Gasping for air, I struggled to find my voice.
"You guys ar-"
Sensing my discomfort, Fasit, my unyielding guardian, approached from behind, her presence commanding. With a playful smirk on her lips, she wrapped her arms around me, drawing me closer to her enticing figure. Her ample breasts rested heavily upon my head, adding to the intoxicating sensation that overwhelmed me.
Trying to catch my breath, I managed to muster the words amidst the sea of soft flesh.
"Please, you're... choking me," I gasped, my voice barely loud.
But Serena, her captivating cobalt eyes locked with mine, pleaded softly.
"Please, my lord... just a little longer, please... can we stay like this, even if for a moment," she implored, her voice filled with a longing that resonated deep within me.
In that vulnerable moment, I released a sigh, feeling the weight of their desire pressing against me.
How could I deny them their plea for closeness?
With a nod, I acquiesced, allowing myself to drown in their embrace once more.
As their enticing forms enveloped me, their scents mingling and their warmth seeping into my very core, memories of the perilous battle against Isadora's sister faded into insignificance.
The only thing that mattered now was that I was alive, wrapped in the affectionate embrace of these women I loved dearly.
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