"Aisha… I…"
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Minerva's eyes were wide with shock, eyes flitting first from the bloodied corpse in Aisha's arms, then the hole in Aisha's stomach, and lastly - the panicked, desperate look in the Fey's eyes, wide with agony.
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"Please." Aisha whispered. "Please. Please."
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Watching Aisha beg was heartbreaking - it seemed that she had nothing else to say. She knew she had no right to ask, nothing to offer or bargain - only hope. The priests around her shifted uncomfortably, not sure whether or not to intervene, or to leave - their eyes were stuck to Aisha's back, bloody and shaking, as she choked out her requests.
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"I…"
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The words "I can't" welled up in Minerva's throat, but that would have been inaccurate. She could. But…
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"Aisha, first…" Minerva hesitated. "Why don't… we get your wounds-"
"There's no time!" Aisha cried. "I can feel- her soul - it's… it's fading… I can hear… I can feel her… I can't… I don't want to consume her… I don't-"
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"...I can't do this, Aisha." Minerva mumbled, with a pained expression. "Even if… even if I wanted to, there are… there are rules…"
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"I don't know what I would do without her." Aisha begged, her words coming out choked, even though she was breathing fine - the breaths were shallow and pained, like Aisha was the one dying.
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Minerva knew that expression. In a way, it was like a piece of her was in her arms.
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The goddess eyed the corpse.
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"I know what you're trying to do!" Aisha cried desperately. "I know you don't want to, but please, I'm begging you, I'll become one of your priests, I'll serve you, I'll… I'll do anything. I just - I have to save her, I have to I have to it's my fault she's dead I have to -"
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Minerva's expression grew stony at her words, and a determination seemed to diffuse into her, as her own apprehension seemed to fade at the sight of Aisha's begging. She leaned forwards and cupped Aisha's cheek in a gesture of reassurance, shutting her up temporarily. But, still unsure, Aisha began to ask again -
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"I will do it, okay?" Minerva mumbled. "But you will grant me something in return."
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A wave of unease and disagreement swept through the priests at Minerva's words. They didn't dare speak directly, but Aisha heard something about favoritism, or unnatural methods - she didn't care though. She was simply overwhelmed with relief, with a cold excitement, that Kaya could live, that she could -
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"Anything!" Aisha whispered frantically, a wave of relief washing over her. "What do you want? Gold? Sex? Favors? I'll-"
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"You are asking me to break the rules of nature for you." The goddess interrupted sternly. "Yes, you will owe me… many favors. You will stay here, at the very least, until the process is done… and then some. I won't ask you to stop adventuring… but you will take a break. The rest can come later. But for now, wait here."
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"But-" Aisha protested, watching as Minerva scooped up Kaya's limp body. "But I have to-"
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"Look at yourself." The huge woman scolded. "You're not in any position to be worrying about other people."
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"I'm fine!" Aisha insisted, as Minerva's expression turned to an amused smirk. "I have to make sure she's okay!"
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"You don't trust me?" Minerva asked, with a lazy, amused smile.
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"I do! Um. But-"
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"Hold her down." Minerva ordered, waving a hand as she walked away. "Take care of the wound."
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"What!?" Aisha sputtered, as all of a sudden a group of white-clad, surprisingly strong priest girls were on top of her, pinning down her arms and legs. She resisted pitifully, but found, oddly enough, that she couldn't muster up the strength. She mewled in protest as her clothes were stripped off of her, revealing the gaping hole in her stomach, still raw and bleeding. Even Aisha was surprised - that hadn't healed?
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"Lemme go!" Aisha squealed, thrashing and resisting, but with a newfound weakness in her limbs. Her movements felt weak, and after a bit, she panted, realizing that she was getting lightheaded, and that someone was saying something.
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"Hey!" A stern voice scowled. "Eyes up here."
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Aisha did indeed look up, at the disgruntled expression of an annoyed brunette, wearing the same dress and cap the rest of Minerva's priests did, except adorned with gold trim. Her soft features and annoyed expression made her look quite comely, but also… oddly pretty, in a way that she couldn't describe. It made Aisha want to hug… and bite her.
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She tugged at Aisha's cheeks, making the girl whine softly. "You-"
"You're pretty." Aisha blurted out, prompting the girls next to her to giggle - and yet, the one in front of her didn't even seem phased, when so many other girls would swoon.
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Without skipping a beat, the priest rolled her eyes, seemingly unfazed by Aisha's compliment.
"I'm sure I am." She huffed. "But I want to make something clear."
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"Okie." Aisha yipped, in a meek voice.
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"I don't like you." She mumbled, wincing as Aisha's ears folded against her head in a kicked-puppy look, but still remaining steadfast.
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Aisha was silent.
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The priest sighed, resting her forehead on Aisha's.
"Don't hurt her." She mumbled. "Or I'll kick your ass."
"Okie."
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"God, you're so cute, it's aggravating." The priest sighed. "Anyways, let's have a look at this wound…"
"What's your name?" Aisha blurted.
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"Sylva."
"That's a pretty name."
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"...Are you flirting with me?"
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"...I dunno." Aisha said sheepishly, slurring her words slightly. "You're just… pretty…"
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"...You've lost a lot of blood."
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Dumbly, Aisha nodded. It was less that she was acknowledging that she was injured, and more that she wanted to nod her head to the pretty woman. Something about her just made her feel safe…
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"Stop the bleeding." Sylva commanded. "Get a red infusion ready."
The priest she directed towards just rolled her eyes dismissively. "Yeah yeah, Sylva."
"It's serious." Sylva sighed, irked. "Come on, actually hurry! We have-"
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"Hug?" Aisha begged.
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That seemed to fluster the confident woman - she sputtered as her cheeks pinked, dexterous hands all of a sudden clumsy as she failed to uncap a medical instrument.
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"Pwease..?" Aisha pouted, before bursting out into a chord of delirious giggles. "I wannaaa!"
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"Awww!" The rest of the priests cooed. "Hug her! She's begging for it!"
"Come on Sylva!"
"If you don't do it, I will!"
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"Gods, fine!" The brunette snapped, before slowly inching up to Aisha, kneeling down reluctantly. Her hands hovered with uncertainty above Aisha's body, not quite sure where to start. The fluffy fey begged silently, her eyes wide and pleading, for the contact and comfort, but Sylva seemed unable to push beyond her awkward shuffling.
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"OUhH!"
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Sylva sputtered as she was pushed down from behind, her eyes bugging wide as she was forced on top of Aisha. Her expression grew annoyed as snickers erupted from behind her, but a small hand, loosely placed on her back, stopped her from getting up.
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"Yay." Aisha cheered softly. "You're soft… you're really soft… mnnn…"
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"U-uh, thanks." Sylva mumbled, pushing down the irritation in her chest to move into a position where she could dress Aisha's wound. In the end she settled for letting Aisha use her lap as a pillow, the small girl nuzzling and cuddling her soft thighs.
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You're… oh… you're so squishy…" Aisha moaned, nuzzling into Sylva's navel. "And soft and cuddly…"
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"Ooooh." Someone whispered into Aisha's ear. " Wanna know why? It's coz she's a succubus!"
"Eunh?" Aisha mumbled, as she turned her head to the side, just trying to bury herself deeper into the softness… it was so warm and nice…
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"Gods, I hate girls who know that they're cute." Sylva mumbled, gazing softly down at Aisha, and then staring much harder at the sheepish, playful priest by her side.
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But nonetheless, Sylva was unable to stop herself from gently laying a hand on Aisha's head and stroking, recoiling slightly at the purr that was forced out of the girl's mouth, but returning after Aisha's whine of denial, as she poked and prodded at Aisha's wound, pouring various draughts and mixtures on the huge puncture. Her eyes furrowed, though, as the potions hissed and steamed, as if rejecting the sinister prescense.
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"What's with this mana…?" One of the girls mumbled.
"Never seen anything like it." The brunette mumbled. "It's eating the mana around it. Like an infection."
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"How do we treat it?"
"We have to blast it away." Sylva grimaced. "Eradicate the corrosive mana."
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"But that'll… hurt her…"
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"She's a strong girl." The brown-haired priestess sighed. "She can take it."
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By then, Aisha's eyes were completely shut, looking content to bleed out on Sylva's lap. Her mouth drooled absentmindedly, a stark contrast to the pained, apprehensive look on the healers' collective faces. But without wasting a breath, Sylva took off her gloves, and her hands began to glow an intense, burning white -
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"Mistress…" Aisha mumbled in her sleep.
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Sylva's eyebrows furrowed, half in concentration, and the other half in surprise - the pain of burning flesh was… not supposed to be calming. And yet, that reaction…
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"Masochist?" Someone offered, as Sylva stroked Aisha's head, trying hard to ignore the idle shifting of Aisha's head tickling her thighs and stomach.
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She turned to the priest.
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"Shut the hell up, Riess!"
"Ehehe, sorry…"
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"She really does resemble Miki…"
"Miki wasn't so… flirty."
"Shorter than Miki."
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"Did she get taller since the last time-"
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Aisha yawned, taking a deep breath in of fresh linen, soft bodies, and sun-baked fabric. She instantly heard the murmurs above her quiet, although she would have preferred them to stay. The rumbling vibrations were pleasant against her head, and the voices were so soft and comforting…
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"Nya…"
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Giggles erupted from above her.
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"Aisha darling… it's time to wake up."
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Greeted with two pretty faces, Aisha couldn't help but blush and smile, being forced into giggling herself as hands descended onto her face, rubbing her jaw and cheeks.
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"She reacts just like Miki."
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"Heehee…"
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"Okay, this can wait."
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"Aw. Okay. Aisha?"
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Aisha opened her eyes again, with reluctance. She had a difficult time even doing that, when…
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Oh gods it felt so good. First… the lap her head was on… so soft… so delicate… and warm too… it was perfect. Her head fit perfectly in the dip between thigh and crotch, and she could feel a bit of navel against the top, deforming just slightly against her ears.
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And then the legs the rest of her body was resting on… not as long, not as soft, but firm, just firm enough to support her… it just felt like she fit so well, not to mention the arms and breasts pressed up against her own body, so soft and comforting…
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"Y-yeah?" She mumbled, unable to open her eyes.
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"Let's talk terms. I wanna play, so let's just keep it short and sweet. Okie?"
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Minerva's voice was like a warm caress against her head, and Aisha shuddered as she nodded in affirmation.
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"Good girl."
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Aisha felt a wave of submissive pleasure wash over her.
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"You're going to take a break from adventuring. Two weeks. Spend time with your friends. You won't do any other… work, either. Only rest."
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"O-okay…" Aisha shivered, as a finger started to draw patterns on her tummy.
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"Second… you will serve the girls of this place. For a few days… you're going to be their servant. I won't make you have sex with them… but i have a feeling you won't have an issue with that."
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Aisha blushed and mewled in denial, but didn't actually say anything.
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"Third… for myself, personally… I'll claim a favor of my own, for my efforts. I won't claim them now… since you should be going to little Kaya now."
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Aisha nodded, and her eyes opened, giving her a good view of Minerva and Sylva, the two women gazing down softly at her. They were cuddled up shoulder to shoulder, rubbing against each other absentmindedly as they pampered Aisha.
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"She's awake?" Aisha whispered, a wave of relief washing over her, the tension releasing from her body all at once.
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"Yeah."
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Aisha rushed to get up, squeaking adorably as she struggled to pick her own weak body up out of the softness, prompting the two women to giggle. They helped her up, but before Aisha could leave, a hand on her hip stopped her.
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"I don't know if the other girls could restrain themselves if they saw you walking around so delicious like that." Minerva smirked. "Although, I wouldn't complain."
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Aisha blushed as she looked down at herself, completely naked.
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"O-oh." She mewled. "U-um, where a-are my old clothes?"
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Sylca grinned. "Oh, we have something much better."
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"...Kaya?" Aisha whispered.
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Silence. Although Aisha could hear Kaya's soft breathing, and see her slight shuffling.
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"... Aisha…" Kaya's husky voice mumbled, as she weakly pulled her blankets down, meeting Aisha's gaze with a tumultuous look. "You- whoa."
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Instantly, Kaya'a expression turned greedy, and any doubt or turmoil was replaced with want, as her eyes took in Aisha's clothes.
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Silk stockings running up the length of smooth thighs. Matching lace gloves, running up the length of her exposed shoulders. A ridiculously short skirt, that flashed her lace panties with every movement. A small boob window, showing off the lack of a bra. A thick collar, wrapped tight around her smooth neck. Black stilettos, just high enough to force her to step in a ridiculous model-walk.
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Aisha blushed, shifting bashfully under Kaya's gaze.
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"T-they m-made me wear this…" She whispered shyly. "Um… sorry Kaya. I know you probably… I did… I'm sorry. I'll do anything you want-"
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"You look really good in that outfit." Kaya said hungrily.
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"O-ah." Aisha's cheeks went pink, the lacy garments feeling, all of a sudden, too smooth against her skin. "My… the clothes were… damaged… Sorry… the outfit you picked out for me…"
"No, uh…" Kaya whispered, her cheeks going red. "I think I like this better."
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"Are you feeling okay?" Aisha asked softly.
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"Um." Kaya licked her lips. "I think i would feel better if you were in the bed with me."
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Aisha smiled at Kaya's shameless flirting, her heels clacking seductively as she sashayed over to the bed. She tugged off the slutty shoes before she sat on the bed next to Kaya, feeling the short girl's gaze on her ass and legs, emphasised in a seductive way that she wasn't used to, but welcomed.
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"I forgive you for everything." Kaya said instantly, as she pressed her face up against the ass, nuzzling the soft flesh. Aisha blushed at the forwardness, but still put a hand on Kaya's head anyways, shivering as the ministrations tickled her skin.
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"Just like that?" Aisha shivered, blushing.
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"Well, you never did anything wrong in the first place." Kaya mewled. "If anything, I should be grateful… and I am… you're so sexy …"
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Aisha could only give Kaya a lopsided, happy smile of relief. The incredible tension in her limbs faded - it seemed that things would be okay…
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"Hey, you said you'd do anything for me, right?"
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"Yeah." Aisha nodded. "Do you want me to lay down with you?"
"Kind of." Kaya whispered.
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Aisha opened her mouth to ask for elaboration, but paused when she looked in the direction that Kaya's eyes flitted in. Aisha's cheeks turned red too, as her eyes met Kaya's bashful, but excited gaze. Her hand poked out of the blankets in a loose fist, miming a pumping motion, and Aisha could only sigh with a smile.
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"Horny girl." She whispered huskily.
"Take care of me?" Kaya whispered.
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"Of course, little master." Aisha purred. "This loyal maid will serve your every desire."
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"That's hot." Kaya blurted. "Can you dress up like this all the time?"
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Aisha just rolled her eyes as she lifted up the covers and laid beside Kaya, nuzzling the smaller girl's cheek.
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"You're so… o- oh oh-h-hhhh…" Kaya whimpered and shuddered, as Aisha's hands sneaked beneath her blanket. "I-I… Ai-Ai-i-ishaaa…"
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"Was it good?"
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"I-it's always good…" Kaya mewled, snuggling deeper into Aisha's chest, her chest still a little short of breath. She closed her eyes and took a shuddering sigh, feeling Aisha's soft breasts against her head, and the muscled arm nestled against her neck.
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"You're just always so quiet." Aisha mumbled, drawing circles on Kaya's thigh. "You should be as loud as Libba."
"I… I don't think I could do that." Kaya whispered bashfully, her cheeks turning pinker.
"It would be cute." Aisha purred.
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Kaya squirmed a little bit and Aisha couldn't help but smile, rubbing her cheek against Kaya's forehead. She didn't even know why she did it - she just kind of… wanted to feel her.
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"Kiss?" Kaya begged.
"Eh?" Aisha raised her eyebrows. "Even with-"
"Yeah!" Kaya squeaked. "I want - mmmnnnn…"
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Aisha was happy to oblige, meeting Kaya's lips in a soft kiss - she was hit by a surge of surprise at just how happy Kaya was, the girl's eyes twinkling hungrily as she ate Aisha's face, panting and whining, as her arms weakly wrapped around Aisha's waist and squeezed for dear life.
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But eventually, Kaya came up for air, and with a pleased whine, she settled into the crook of the larger girl's neck, resting her head against Aisha's.
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Aisha herself felt a strange sensation well up in her navel. She had never really taken a good look at the top of someone's head before. The small little patterns, and the slight tussled patches, as a result of Kaya's bedhead - Aisha couldn't help but reach up, squishing Kaya's face into her chest a bit more, and start combing the misplaced clumps of hair, rubbing her fingers on top of Kaya's head.
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Kaya let out a long sigh of contentment at the feeling, and Aisha giggled, as the snuggling tickled her arms and breasts, but also at the well of happy affection that bubbled in her chest. She continued to shift her head absentmindedly, bumping Kaya's head and simply enjoying the way that the smaller girl reacted, so affectionately, so meek and soft and cute…
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Was this… what topping felt like?
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Aisha burned with embarrassment - she wasn't a top, she…
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"They're so cute together."
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"Mhm."
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"Oh, I wish I could be the short one! She's so luckyyyy!"
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"Sure."
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"Just imagine, having her wrap those arms around you… ooh, or having her mew and purr in your arms, oh, she's just so cuute, but also so cool! She's so per-"
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"Can you get back to work!?"
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Riess blew a fat raspberry at the annoyed brunette, leaning on her mop. Her demeanor showed no respect or deference whatsoever, and yet, she began to mop anyways, dragging the handle side to side absentmindedly.
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"She's so cute." Riess pouted, dragging her mop with exaggerated lethargy. "I want a turn with her, but there's already a line. Twenty girls, can you believe it!? And that maid outfit… oh my gosh, I wanna tear it off of her, that…"
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"I can't believe you're acting like this in here." Sylva sighed. "All the girls are pretty. It's the fey powers that-"
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"I want her!" Riess interrupted childishly. "I want her I want her I-"
"Dear gods, have some decency…"
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"Can you ask her for me?" Riess begged, the mop in her hands forgotten once more. "She likes you!"
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"Wha-" Sylva's cheeks turned pink. "She doesn't- I- I mean - she doesn't like- she doesn't like me any more than she likes any of the other girls!"
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"Nyoo…" Riess leaned her chin on the handle of her broom. "Looking at you with those bedroom eyes… she blushes when she's around you… she asked you for hugs… I'm jealous. Why aren't you using that!?"
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Sylca paused, her mopping also stopping as red faintly pulsed onto her cheeks.
"... That's not…" She shuffled her feet together. "True. Besides, I wouldn't want to take her from Minerva…"
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"Minerva has enough girls." Riess rolled her eyes. "Literally everyone wants her. 'Take her from Minerva?' What are you talking about!?"
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"She cares about her." Sylva mumbled softly. "Remember…"
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"...Oh."
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"I don't want Minerva to get hurt again."
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"Hypocrite!" Riess pouted. "I can't believe you're crushing on the godd-"
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"Mop or you're sleeping alone tonight!"
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Aisha panted as she leaned against a marble pillar for support, her chest heaving for breath as she breathlessly attempted to retie her torn maid dress. She felt sweaty and tired, and yet, somehow not sore - she guessed that the lingering magic around heaven had something to do with that - although she still whined slightly, feeling the cold marble against her exposed skin - she wished some of the girls would have stayed and cuddled…
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"Hi Aisha!" A bright voice giggled.
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"Do you want the heels on or off?" She whimpered. "I don't think I can stand up anymore…"
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"H-huh?"
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"I can't do it rough anymore.." Aisha whispered meekly. "Twenty two…"
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"Eh, no! I just want to talk!"
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Aisha raised her eyebrows, feeling so much relief that she could have sex with the mystery woman. She looked up with a gracious expression, pausing a bit when she saw those strong features. It wasn't like she was the first woman to come to her with musculature that matched her own, rather, it was that the features looked familiar…
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"Uhhhmmm…" Aisha struggled, her tongue sticking out the corner of her mouth a bit. "You're that girl… from… from Heaven…"
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Aisha felt silly even before the words left her mouth. Stupid. But it got the girl to giggle and sit down next to her, and so it was worth it. She felt her head being rested on a modest chest, and the strong hand on her shoulder felt nice…
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"Its me." The tall woman laughed. "Gabi! From Ravica. Back when Raffy… Um… Yeah."
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"Yeah!" Aisha mewled. "I… I remember you… That was a while ago… before…"
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"Heehee." Gabi laughed. "You've changed a lot! I don't remember these cute little horns. I like em though. And you look like you've gotten so much more mature and dependable… Even though you're in that adorable outfit."
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Aisha blushed, curling her toes and letting her stilettos hang off her toes absentmindedly.
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"Instead of fucking, let's just cuddle." Gabi giggled, rubbing her cheek against Aisha's head. "You seemed to like that a lot more."
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"I… Yeah…" Aisha mumbled bashfully.
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"So what have you been up to?" Gabi purred absentmindedly. "You made it here! Probably not joining, right? I don't think you're that kind of girl."
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"Yeah." Aisha nodded. "I've just been doing contracts… I have a new team now… they're really nice and cute…"
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"That's all that matters!" Gabi giggled. "Oh, you'd fit in so well here… The girls are already really excited to see you again… You will come back, right?"
"... Probably." Aisha smiled softly, before her eyebrows furrowed, her mind jumping to something nagging at the back of her head. "That other demon girl too… What happened to her?"
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The smile on Gabi's face faded. Her expression lost a bit of that playfulness, making way for a more weathered expression, far more fitting a warrior.
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"We broke up." She said softly, attempting poorly to sound casual, letting out a laugh with a break in her voice. "It's nothing that serious… or anything big, really… just…"
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"...Just… what?"
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"There's a reason why people don't do relationships here." Gabi mumbled. "It never really works out."
"Why not?"
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"I dunno." The warrior shrugged, sighing. "I mean… Some people say that it's a curse. But I think…"
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"..."
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"I don't know." Gabi mumbled. "When we were out on the road, everything was fine. But then we came back, and… things were okay too, but then we just… grew distant."
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"But you really loved her!" Aisha protested. "And she-"
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"Do you think you can really call it love, if we separated so easily?"
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Aisha opened her mouth in protest, but found that she had nothing to say. She didn't know why she even felt so bad, when it wasn't her…
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Seeing Aisha's distress, Gabi smiled and hugged her a bit closer, rubbing her nose into her hair.
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"Ah, it's okay." She said softly. "The girls here are like family. Don't worry about me, she's also doing fine."
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"But -" Aisha protested. "But… do you think you'll ever love someone as much as her? Are you okay with just being fine?"
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It was Gabi's turn to be silent, her eyes growing stormy and distant. The good-natured smile faded completely from her face. Aisha felt a dread well up inside of her - she definitely was not okay. Something was definitely wrong… not just with Gabi, but also with this place.
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"No."