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Irene felt something calling to her.
As she stood upon the rocks, looking out at sea, looking out at that Eye of Iberia shining in the distance, she felt something pulling her back to shore. It had hardly been much time at all since that alluring woman, that Laurentina, had left her presence, but the Liberi girl couldn’t stop thinking about her.
Pulling herself back into the moment, and letting the crashing sound of the waves filter from her mind, it felt as though she could still feel her singing. Turning around and taking a few steps inland, she was now certain of it. The Ægir woman hadn’t strayed far at all, and her song was coming from fairly close by. It was almost as if she wanted to attract the Iberian girl over, but that thought was likely just a product of her mind racing.
As she crested a nearby hill, she caught sight of the girl she was looking for. She looked to be finishing up her song, dancing around in a clearing below. Mesmerized in the movements of the dancer as she was, Irene was still able to notice something peculiar; Despite the fact she was by herself, her dance moves seemed to be for two, swinging around an invisible partner to and fro with grace.
Irene stepped closer and closer, unconsciously drawn in by both the words of her song and the beauty of her dance. Before she knew it, she was standing at the foot of the hill and watching from the edge of the clearing as the Abyssal Hunter continued her performance. At least she continued until she caught sight of something peculiar.
The shark stopped clean on her feet, before darting over in swift movements till she stood just a few paces in front of the inquisitor. Irene swallowed deeply, instantly feeling a burst of embarrassment for being caught in the act like that. However, luckily, the woman appeared to be in a good mood.
“I spy a seabird who couldn’t help but watch me dance. Hehe, is there something more you need of me?”
“Oh, i-it’s nothing, just…” Irene blushed as she tried to find the courage to speak. No matter where she averted her eyes, it didn’t seem to be enough, Laurentina’s presence was just so all encompassing. For some reason this feeling was… addicting. “I had something I wanted to ask you. Sorry for interrupting you like that…”
At this, the Ægir simply smiled, taking a few steps closer to the young Iberian woman. She already towered over her intimidatingly, and was frighteningly attractive from afar, but up close both the size difference, and the woman’s beauty, began to truly sink in. Irene had never thought herself one to be flustered, but she was proving that misconception wrong immediately.
“Don’t worry, my sweet little birdie, I don’t mind one bit.” Laurentina leaned down to get herself on level with the Liberi girl. A girl who promptly swallowed a knot in her throat from the proximity. “I’m always happy to spend more time with a cute thing like you. So what was it you wanted to say?”
Irene’s lips quavered, not sure exactly what she intended to respond with. Truth be told, she had a million things she wanted to ask, but didn’t know how to voice a single one. She had been so caught up in the woman’s singing that all her questions drifted from her mind as if pulled out to sea by the tides. “W-Well…”
“Little bird, don’t you know it’s not kind to leave a lady waiting?”
“S-Sorry… It’s just…” Irene scrambled to speak before the Abyssal Hunter teased her even more. “Well truth be told, I was wondering, why do you call me that?”
This seemingly benign question was enough to prompt a head tilt from Laurentina. Irene could never figure out when she was genuine and when she was playing with her. “Whatever do you mean by that? You could stand to be a bit more specific.”
The Iberian girl laughed nervously. “Ah, r-right. What I meant was, why do you call me…” Her face flushed bright pink in a moment, and she could almost swear she saw a hint of satisfaction in the shark’s eyes. “...L-Little bird… or cute, charming… frail little t-thing… stuff like that…”
“Ohhhhhh, I see~ That’s what this is all about?” Laurentina laughed heartily, so much so that Irene felt compelled to laugh along, though her own nervous nature was readily apparent. However, the next moment she was as silent as a rock, freezing in place when she felt the warmth of the Ægir’s hand on her face. The Hunter caressed her cheek softly, humming faint tunes of satisfaction with every little noise that came from the young Liberi. “It’s quite simple really, must I explain?”
“Umm… w-well… if you… nggh…”
“This is exactly why, my dear sweet birdie. You’re just too adorable, I can’t help myself.” The shark woman continued to caress her face with immense pleasure from how much it was making the smaller girl vocalize. “I mean, look at you, a poor little thing melting in my hands, what is that if not an adorable little bird who is crying out for affection. Besides, the fact that you’re charming is self apparent, is it not? An attractive Ægir maiden can’t help herself from coming onto you, my what a temptress~”
“T-Temptress??” Irene blurted out in what desperate attempt she could make to protect her image. “That’s not…”
“Oh I’m afraid it is. Can’t you see how much you’re riling me up little birdie? It’s all your fault.” Laurentina teased relentlessly as she brought her other hand around Irene’s body, cementing the poor girl to her fate. With every word she spoke, she traced lines up and down the Liberi’s back, soft moans coming out of the trapped seabird’s mouth. “When you make it this easy, it’s so hard to stop myself from just eating you up. Heh, but you would want that, wouldn’t you?”
“L-Laurentina… Lauren…tina… I-I…” The inquisitor tried to rally up all the strength of will she had, but in this moment, it was useless. Sure, if she wanted to escape it would have been easy, but there was a hard truth she had no choice but to accept. She was enjoying this. She was enjoying the way the shark’s hand ran down her body. She was enjoying the way she pressed her thumb into her mouth, forcing her saliva to drip onto her skin. She shook as Laurentina pulled the digit from her mouth, bringing it up to her own lips and tasting every last drop with a look of satisfaction. Fuck. “I… uhm… I don’t… really have much experience with…”
“Hmm? Were just having a quick chat, weren’t we? I was just answering your question, so unless you have any ulterior motives…” Laurentina giggled to herself as she teased the poor birdie further and further, wondering how far the girl would let her take this. Obviously, she would never do anything Irene didn’t want, but it was shaping up like she wanted a lot. “You wouldn’t happen to want something more out of this, would you?”
“T-That’s… n-no…” Irene struggled to find the strength to even say the words. Ever since she was a child she had been told that lying was wrong, but how could she possibly tell the truth? “Oh lord…”
The towering Ægir slowly moved her hand across the inquisitor’s body, the sensations sending ripples throughout. Irene had to stop herself from overtly moaning with how good the contact made her feel. It was frustrating, one second she was just asking a question and the next it was like this, but it was more frustrating that it was exactly what she wanted.
Laurentina’s hand made it all the way down Irene’s lithe body, hungrily feeling her up until she eventually made it to the woman’s crotch. Her suspicions were already confirmed by the undeniable burning sensation she could feel within an instant, but with that contact, it would only get worse. A tensing and throbbing in her hand, a heat building up uncontrollably, simply delectable~ “Well well well, my little birdie still proclaims her innocence, but her body doesn’t lie. You’re desperate, so very desperate for me.”
“T-That…nghn…. oh, n-no…”
“Shhh, it’s okay, you don’t have to lie to me. Listen to your body, listen to what you want. I’ll make sure to treat you very well.” Laurentina leaned over as she spoke, whispering each and every word into the flustered Iberian’s ear. She couldn’t help but nibble on it slightly as well, coxing a series of light moans out of the already singing woman’s mouth. “Honesty makes you a good girl, and good girls get to feel really good. You want that, don’t you?”
“I…”
The shark caressed her captured prey’s throbbing heat once more, causing an unexpectedly loud moan of pleasure to spurt out uncontrollably. The girl did say she was inexperienced, so perhaps this was her first time feeling what a real woman could offer her. First of many to come if Laurentina had any say in the matter. “Be honest with me. You’ll get rewarded darling~”
“P-Please…” Irene stifled out. She didn’t even have the willpower to think anymore. “I…”
“Hmm? Please what, dear? You’ve gotta be clearer if you want me to know what you’re talking about.”
The Liberi winced, feeling Laurentina’s hands press into her through the cloth, so close to the pleasure she desired, she needed, but so far away. She wasn’t even sure how she got into this situation, but her mind was fogging up, and the only thing she needed was more of the woman in front of her. “T-Touch me, make me feel good, please.”
“Because you’re asking so very nicely, of course I’ll take care of you. My sweet little birdie deserves it.” The Ægir’s soft voice melted into Irene’s ear, already overwhelming her with sweet sensations. Deciding it was time for the real fun to start, Laurentina pushed up the inquisitor’s skirt and slipped her hand inside. She hummed with satisfaction as she felt the throbbing heat from within her underwear, so close to coming free. “You’re so hard for me, such a good girl~”
Irene raised a hand to cover her mouth, stifling moans as she felt the woman’s fingers dancing over her trapped length. She barely had enough willpower to think, let alone process what she had just heard. “G-gngh… G-Good girl…?” The Liberi cried, before biting down on her own hand to keep her voice down.
“That’s right! And good girl’s get rewards. Just sit tight and I’ll take care of you, okay?” Laurentina further teased at the bulge in her pants. More and more passionate sounds escaped Irene’s mouth, muffled as they were through her hand. However, just a moment later, the passionate Ægir pulled it out from between her lips. “But none of this now, I want to hear your screams. Is that clear?”
“Ygnnghh…. nghhg… yeash…”
“Very good girl. You’re so weak in my arms, it’s almost funny. Do you mean to melt this much or can you just not control yourself in my presence?” The Ægir laughed a bit to herself as she spoke. Irene tried to reply, but could barely find the strength to speak between moans. “Aww, cute how you’re trying to answer, but you really don’t need to, birdie. I’m done playing with my food.”
At this, Laurentina carefully slipped off the trapped bird’s panties, finally freeing the girl’s burning heat. It would only get worse. She slowly and excruciatingly slid her fingers down her length, modest, but nothing to be disappointed about. Irene was certainly not disappointed, as her moans only intensified more and more. She could only speculate on how loud they would get once she took things further.
She wrapped her fingers around her mast as she felt up its size, feeling joy with every pulse and throb. It was so hot, burning with a seemingly unending desire. While it wasn’t hard to see that the birdie might be easy prey, it was a shock that she fell apart this quickly. “Birdie, you’re so hard for me.” Laurentina teased as she began to pump up and down her length. “You’re a dirty little girl, aren’t you?”
“N-No… nghgh…” Irene blurted out through harsh moans. Every single sensation she felt from Laurentina’s fingers felt like it would break her there and then.
“No? Didn’t I say not to lie, dear?” Laurentina sighed disapprovingly. Then, with her free hand, she reached down to pull aside the bottom of her dress to reveal her own underwear. The Ægir giggled with satisfaction as she felt the pulsing need coming from the cock between her fingers. “Thankfully your body tells the truth. I bet you want to put that all the way inside, pour out everything you have in here, hmm?”
“I… M-Miss Laurentina…” The Liberi tried her best to speak between breaths and moans. The continued pressure and strokes around her cock made that very hard. The imposing woman would speed up rapidly to the point she felt she could no longer take it, before slowly down to a near stop which was agonizing in comparison.
“There, there, your chirping is quite cute but I much prefer the sounds of your moans. Besides, there’s no point in answering when I already know, so you can feel free to let yourself go and just take in each and every sensation.”
The Ægir emphasized her words with more and more force, coxing out of Irene exactly the sounds she wanted to hear. To give the girl a reward for being so sweet, she returned her hand away from the hem of her dress and returned it to the Liberi’s face. Angling it up towards her own, she quickly brought the woman into a passionate kiss, the likes of which she could not have been expecting.
Irene lightly gasped in surprise, but quickly found herself melting into the warmth of the kiss. She closed her eyes, giving herself entirely to the other woman. She occasionally let out stifled moans, as Laurentina didn’t give up on pleasing her while she was exploring her mouth. Pressing her tongue into the depths of the poor birdie’s mouth, she very much enjoyed the wet sounds that resulted.
While she always wanted more, the shark decided that now would be a good time to let up, especially seeing as she was almost finished up. Laurentina parted from the girl beneath her, and took in the look on her face as she breathed heavily to make up for how intense their kiss was. A thin trail of saliva still connected their lips, but it quickly broke as Irene lurched back in a bout of pleasure.
Laurentina continued to increase the fervor with which she played with her bird, faster and faster, coxing out more and more delicious moans from the Iberian girl. Part of her wanted to keep going, make this moment last as long as it could, but the other part of her decided that this was enough. The poor girl deserved some relief, and there would surely be many more opportunities for them to play together in the future.
“You really have been patient, my strong little birdie, but I should listen to what you’ve been begging for. You’re getting close, aren’t you?” She teased, not letting up on the intensity for one second.
Irene was already past the point where she could carry any normal semblance of a conversation. This was her first time, after all, and it was so much more than she could have even expected. With what semblance of reason she had left, she concluded that it likely had to do with just how wonderful the woman before her truly was. Every glide of her fingers felt deliberate. How she wrapped them so thoroughly around the head, forcing out every sensation that she could.
“Miss… Laurentina… I’m so close… I’m gonna,... ngh…”
“It’s all okay, dear. You can let it out. I want you to let it all out for me, you can do that for me right?” The Abyssal Hunter leaned back down to her ear, nibbling at it gently between her words. She wondered if Irene would like it if she bit down harder, but she surely would have a chance to find that out later. “Pump every last drop out. For me, darling.”
Irene truly had no choice but to obliged, finally being brought to orgasm. It was far more intense than any she had experienced before, and the sheer pleasure rocketing throughout her body was hard to contain. She continued to let out a series of rough cries, moaning louder than she had all day.
As requested, she couldn’t help but push out an immense amount of cum onto Laurentina’s awaiting hand. After her first load, she let it out again, and again, the shark not letting up until she made absolutely certain that she drained out everything she could for now. Irene breathed shallow and deep, trying her best to regain composure after… everything.
Composure turned out to be a hard thing to hold on to when she saw Laurentina slip her hand out from underneath her skirt. It was absolutely covered in the Liberi’s sperm, dripping in thick globules around her fingers. The Ægir seemed absolutely delighted by this as she brought her hand up before her eyes.
Moments later, she moved her thoroughly defiled hand to her mouth and hungrily began to devour Irene’s seed. Licking around each and every corner of her fingers, making sure to take in every single drop of cum into her mouth. The inquisitor knew that she was likely exaggerated for effect, but with every single taste, Laurentina let out a coo of satisfaction as if she was eating a truly life-changing meal. She didn’t stop until she had completely cleaned off her hand, looking very pleased with her handiwork.
“Thank you for the delicious meal, my lovely little dove.” Laurentina announced with self satisfaction as she looked down at Irene. The Iberian girl was still catching her breath, not sure what to even make of the situation. “Did you enjoy that?”
“I… wow… that was…” Her eyes darted around as she spoke. Every time they met the Ægir’s, she felt a heat rising in her cheeks. “What did we just…”
“We had fun, it’s as simple as that. Now my question was: Did you enjoy yourself?”
“Y-Yes. It felt really good, m-ma’am…”
Laurentina broke out into a genuine burst of laughter, taking several seconds to calm herself back down to normal. “Oh you’re too fun, calling me ‘ma’am’ after we did all of that. Oh how adorable you are my little birdie.”
Irene blushed, looking down as she fiddled with her skirt. Making sure she was doing, something, anything, out of fear of how her mind would race if it was left unoccupied with a task. “Sorry…”
“Don’t apologize, dear, everything you’ve done has been just perfect.” The Ægir reassured her, leaning down once again to apply a loving kiss to the girl’s cheek. Oh how she enjoyed how even simple actions like this could cause the girl to become even more flustered than she already was. “Now then, it’s quite late and we’re still aways from town. I’m feeling as free as the waves crashing along the coast, but I’m sure you need some sleep.”
“A-Ah, yes, I should probably be getting back!” Irene nervously laughed, trying to cover up how glad she was that she finally got an excuse to change the topic. It’s not like she didn’t want to think about what they just did at all… but thinking about it would likely cause her to want it more very soon. “Thank you, for all this, Laurentina. It was very, uhm, refreshing? It was good, yes. Good.”
“Anytime. I expect I’ll be seeing much more of you in the future.” Laurentina replied with a wink.
“Y-Yes, of course! I do intend that, in my further work, our paths will cross. Potentially.” The inquisitor laughed a bit more. The hunter thought her laugh was exceedingly adorable. “Well then, I’d best be off. ‘Till we meet another time.”
As Irene took a few nervous steps forward towards the direction of Gran Faro, she stopped once she noticed that the Ægir lady was following her very closely. As she turned towards her with confusion, Irene froze in an instant when she felt the woman’s hand tightly grab onto hers.
“Not so fast, while you are quite an impressive young lady, it would be remiss of me to let you set out unaccompanied this late into the night.” Laurentina spoke softly, moments later intertwining her finger’s with Irene’s. “Let me walk you back.”
“Ah… uhm, yes. If you’d like.”
The young inquisitor laughed a bit more to herself, but quickly found that anxious feeling fading. Despite how… unexpectedly lascivious tonight's affairs had been, she quickly found a lot of comfort being in Laurentina’s presence. Whatever it may be, it would be idiotic of her to question something so warm and reassuring, so she tossed away her apprehensions and gladly held onto the woman’s hand.
As they walked back to town that night, Laurentina began to wonder if she could keep her hands to herself, or if neither of them would get much sleep tonight. She softly hummed in satisfaction as she walked, deciding to leave that decision to her sweet little birdie.