The Sword Saint’s Second Life As a Fox Girl

3-7 Fresh thrill (R18)

Siv was in a daze as if she was drunk. In a way, she was drunk but not of alcohol but love. It started as a deep impression but stories she heard turned that impression into admiration. It wasn’t long before she found herself in a circumstance that evolved the admiration into love. She doubted it was some simple love. She didn’t care if the feeling was mutual. She just wanted to do what she could for her. Siv had never met anyone else quite like her.

Erin was the one who comforted her when she was at her lowest. She was the one who gave her hope. And now, she gave her a purpose. Siv didn’t know a word that could describe a feeling stronger than love but she didn’t need to know such a word. She prided herself not in her speeches but her actions and she intended to show Erin just how much she had fallen for her.

Their gaze locked. Erin’s hands moved to remove the cloth covering the Wolf-kin’s nubile body with just the right amount of fat and muscles. Siv allowed herself to be undressed by the Fae after the Fae herself had undressed. But that was all she allowed Erin to do before lunging at her. Erin saw her attack coming as she received her lunge with a smirk. Unlike Lyra who was always quick to submit, Siv favoured the offence and so did Erin. This conflicting polarity was often the straw that broke the proverbial camel’s back in a relationship but not for these two. They welcomed the challenge. They looked forward to who would be the one reigning the offence.

They fought for dominance, not just with their tongue but also with their hands. They targeted the sensitive spots of one another. Since Erin had a few more sensitive spots than Siv, she gradually became the losing side but she refused to relent. After a while, their passionate scuffling sent them tumbling to the ground. With her superior Might, Siv found the upper hand and quickly distinguished herself as the dominant one. She sat on top of the Fox-kin and began to dine on the pair of bountiful and sinful mounds that had robbed the many eyes of lustful men and envious women.

Erin shivered greatly as she felt Siv’s lips, tongue, and teeth hitting her breasts and teats. The shiver turned into a shudder as the Wolf-kin became more forceful. Erin gritted her teeth to prevent herself from screaming. They were out in the public, not in their own room or tent. Even if their noise couldn’t be heard, there was no telling when someone would just randomly stumble upon them. As such a thought crossed Erin’s mind, she hit her peak. The pleasure that coursed through Erin’s veins was doubled, or even tripled. The thrill of being seen was doing wonders.

“Forgive me for saying this, milady but… you’re more of a Beast-kin than a Fae, especially in sexual affairs.”

Erin laughed meekly. The pleasure drowned her efforts of forming any words. She understood Siv’s formal way of addressing her was also her affectionate way. It was a play of their perversion.

“You’re a wicked vixen, milady,” Siv said. She stuck one finger into Erin’s drenched snatch while her other hand and her tongue were still playing with the great valley.

Erin’s tails flailed wildly in response to the ecstasy Siv was giving her. Her ears twitching adorably. She covered her mouth with both of her hands. Siv was just that good.

Siv moved down on Erin, leaving trails of kisses along the way, from her chest, past her navel, and to the opening of her honeypot. She grinned at the sight of the fluids that just would stop leaking. It was throbbing, desperately asking for attention. Siv wriggled her finger inside of Erin.

The Fox-kin arched her back up as she screamed through her hands. Her entrance spurted out a few squirts of her womanly juices which all landed on Siv’s face.

Siv lapped up the juices and gave a sigh of relish as she swallowed. “You taste as fine as ever, milady. Who could ever resist you, my dear lady?”

Erin did not reply. Her mouth was covered by her own hands and if she uncovered her mouth, she knew her moans would be too loud. She wanted to beg but she couldn’t, not without lifting her hands off. The only thing she could do is to wriggle her hips, in hopes that her message would go through.

Siv understood Erin’s actions immediately but she did not fulfil her wish. Instead, Siv let out her breath in front of Erin’s entrance.

Erin shuddered, her ears and tails straightened from the sudden ecstasy. She cried and moaned but that only made Siv teased her more. She pulled her finger out. When she felt Erin’s snatch pulling her finger back in, she gave a tug to pull her finger out.

“So eager...” Siv teased. She stroked the place surrounding Erin’s snatch but took great care to avoid touching it directly.

Erin tried to move herself but Siv held her hips in place.

Siv kissed and brushed her lips against Erin’s thighs. It made her wonder just where all her strength came from when they were so devoid of muscles. But that was just how the power of the System works. Siv came close to touching Erin’s throbbing snatch a couple of times but she avoided it every time.

Tears were dripping at this point and Erin’s patience was at its limits. She suppressed her moans with her will and lifted her hands off her mouth. She then pressed Siv’s face and lips onto her honeypot.

Siv was shocked by the development. She wasn’t ready. She tried to compete with Erin’s strength but somehow, the Fox-kin had become stronger than her. The strangest thing of all, she felt her snatch getting wet. She could only guess that Erin had done something.

Which she did. Erin had unleashed Lust Deviant. Her own pleasure and stats were heightened but it also raised her partner’s lust.

Giving in to Lust Deviant’s effects, Siv began to savour every inch and corner of Erin’s honeypot, brimming with her womanly juices. The more she drank up, the hotter she felt her own snatch was becoming as if Erin’s fluids had aphrodisiac properties.

Erin bit down on her own tail to avoid her moans and cries getting out. This act ended up giving herself more pleasure. Her tails curled up like a flower during winter, wrapping herself and Siv’s head. The Wolf-kin had trouble breathing but it turned into a spice of pleasure. The thrill of being seen and at death’s door; it was a door that led her to a whole new world of pleasure. Siv found herself reaching her peak as her own snatch leaked her fluids incessantly. At the same time, Erin was also reaching her peak. The two plunged into ecstasy that turned their minds white. When the pleasure washed over them and left them stranded on the shore of afterglow, their whole body went debilitated. Erin’s tails uncurled, revealing two individuals that had no resemblance to their graceful selves.

[Experience gained +10% - Level Progression: 49%]

Erin mustered whatever remained of her strength and pushed herself to a seating position. Her breaths were warm and quick. The afterglow itself was still coiling her body. Even moving her hands was difficult but she managed as this wasn’t her first time to be glazing in an afterglow. She slowly scooped the languid Siv into her arms. Flinging her arms around Siv, she pulled her close and embraced in a hug. The Wolf-kin responded by linking her hands behind Erin’s neck. Their gaze found each other.

“I-I love you… Erin...” Siv said softly.

Erin was taken aback but since she was half-expecting the confession, she regained her composure in the next second. “I’m glad to know your feelings but I—”

“I know. Your heart already belongs to Lyra. I don’t mind. As long as you let me by your side, I’m willing to be a mere consort or a mistress. I don’t even mind being a slave for your lust.”

Hearing that, Erin’s face soured. She grabbed Siv’s chin and brought her face close. “Don’t undermine yourself like that. Whatever you think I am, there's no reason to lower your own worth just to stand by me.”

“You’re the one undermining yourself, Erin. You don’t seem to be aware of how much sway you possess. You saved my life, twice.”

“Twice?”

“I contemplated on taking my own life as atonement for my failure in protecting my kin.”

Erin was lost for words. She had underestimated the depth of Siv’s desolation.

“You were the reason I chose to hold on to my life. After I have my revenge, I will pledge servitude of my whole life to you. I know this dishonoured life of mine ain’t much but it’s all I have to offer.”

“S-Siv… that’s preposterous. Think about this clearly. You’re—”

“My brother was my everything when my clan sent us out of our homeland. I fought. I persisted. All for the sake of my brother. Now, you’re all I have left. I can reclaim my brother’s honour but for failing to protect him, I can never reclaim mine.”

“Then fuck your clan. You’re not dishonoured. You don’t need to reclaim any honour. Make no mistake, Siv. This vengeance of yours, honour was never my intention. This vengeance is for the sake of mending your heart. And I will not make you my mistress. You’re not just a tool to satiate my lust.”

“Erin…” Siv muttered, her cheeks flushed red. Her ears and tail flailed happily about. “Those words are just going to make me fall deeper in love with you… How sly can you be? Is this how you made Lyra fall too?”

“It is not my intention to seduce anyone,” Erin said. It was the truth. As someone who had no experience, there was no way she would be confident in her seduction. She didn’t think her words had any part in the seductions. She had chalked it all up to Lust Deviant and the luscious figure Nyx had given her. But now, she was starting to think she was in fact, a natural since everyone was telling her the same thing.

“I can only imagine how many more women you will seduce into your harem.”

“I have no harem.”

Siv giggled. “Not yet. For a strong individual like you, only one or two partners will never satisfy you.”

Erin wanted to refute but she couldn’t. That thought did cross her mind at times and she could feel her lust was only growing and stronger. In her past life, harem had been the dream of many men and even women. However, she knew the truth about harems. No one could satisfy their harem entirely and there was always nepotism. These two had always been the cause of a harem’s downfall.

“Hmm… but what if I had the stamina… and if I keep my women count low… Wait, hold that thought, Erin! What in the fuck’s name are you thinking? There will be no harem!” she argued with herself.

“It’s alright, Erin. I will not look lowly upon you even if you take in more women into your fray, or men for that matter.”

Erin sighed. “Harem is only a pipe dream, Siv. It’s a short path to bloodbath and chaos.”

“But if it’s you, Erin, I believe you can make it work. You have what it takes to love multiple women and men.”

Hearing the word “men”, Erin began to feel faint. She couldn’t imagine being in the embrace of a man or embracing a man. Though she denied that, the face of a certain man floated into her mind. His grin, his confused expression, his face of worry, his exasperated gesture, she recalled them vividly.

“You’re smiling, Erin,” Siv said.

Erin snapped out of it. “I-I am?”

Siv nodded. “It was a warm smile.”

“What the fuck!? A warm smile!? For him!?”

“Who did you think of?” Siv asked.

“No one,” Erin answered sharply.

“So there’s someone other than Lyra?” Siv gasped.

“Siv. There. Is. No. One.”

“So there is such a person other than Lyra.”

Erin wrecked her brain to come up with a reply but before she could—

“It’s alright, Erin. I won’t pry. I won’t tell Lyra either but in exchange— can we continue where we left off?” Siv begged. “I want to feel more of you. Please?”

“Yes, we can,” Erin answered. “I will make you feel so much pleasure that you will forget everything.”

Siv smirked back. “Looking forward to it, milady.”