'They're so hot! Content of this quality could definitely only be watched with a premium account...'
Lucy could barely contain her excitement as she watched Yara pin Rina against the broken trunk of a tree, kissing her as if her life depended on Rina's saliva.
It was hard to categorize this kiss as a farewell kiss; rather, it looked like clothes could go flying at any moment. But wasn't that natural? Who can stay rational when kissing someone they find incredibly attractive?
And when emotions get involved, it's like tossing dry tinder onto glowing embers. That was exactly the case with Yara. Thrilled that Rina had let her set the pace—a clear sign she'd fully accepted her—Yara was now determined to conquer her body as well, to make her addicted to the taste of her lips and the feel of her touch.
But Lucy wasn't focused on those subtleties at the moment; she was still captivated by the aesthetic aspect. As an avid consumer of yuri content, it would've been a shame not to properly savor the moment; it would be like mocking the dreams of millions of people.
'Probably not even with a premium account. Even if they were just ordinary girls—not a lionkin and a dark elf—how could anyone possibly convince two girls this stunning—next to whom even supermodels would pale—to let themselves be filmed in such intimate poses? And let's not even start on the difference between staged passion and the raw, unscripted hunger I see in their eyes. The moans slipping out of them… you can't fake that kind of pleasure...'
Lucy felt truly blessed to have two girlfriends who could put on a show like this. Was it weird that she enjoyed watching her lovers make out with each other so much? She didn't think so; not only was it a feast for the eyes, but their mutual attraction was bound to make cohabitation that much more harmonious.
Maybe it would've been flattering for a while if Rina and Yara fought over her like concubines in an emperor's harem—but who wouldn't get tired of endless drama? It was far better if all three of them could simply enjoy their time together.
Naturally, Lucy wasn't content to just watch—she was a girl in a relationship now, not some lonely weeb (or worse, one with an imaginary girlfriend). So, as soon as Yara let go of Rina, Lucy stepped in to give her a goodbye kiss as well, deliberately "forgetting" that she wasn't actually parting from Yara, since she planned to send a clone to accompany her.
Yara was slightly breathless after the kiss; taming a lioness had taken all her strength.
"Wait a sec, Lucy... I need a few gulps of fresh air...", Yara said, trying to suppress her panting. Compared to Rina, who was just breathing a bit faster than usual, Yara looked like she was the one who'd been overpowered during the kiss.
"That's fine, but don't keep me waiting too long… You look absolutely delicious right now…" Lucy said, her eyes drinking in Yara's disheveled beauty. She didn't think she'd ever seen anything more erotic; the wetness on Yara's lips—mostly Rina's saliva—only made her more eager. What could be hotter than tasting one gorgeous girl through the lips of another?
Faced with Lucy's burning gaze, Yara knew there was no point waiting to recover completely. She motioned for Lucy to come closer, surrendering to her fate—to be kissed until she nearly passed out.
Fueled by the steamy scene she'd just witnessed, Lucy didn't hold back this time. When Yara's knees began to buckle, Lucy gently laid her down on a relatively untouched patch of grass, then, pinning her beneath, kissed her with even greater passion than before, as if determined to drown her in her own saliva.
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"Umm, would you like to take a stamina recovery potion too?", Lucy asked Yara, who had just finished drinking the cleansing potion she'd given her. Yara hadn't really had a choice with that one—by the time she escaped Lucy's clutches, she looked like she'd wrestled a troll, covered in dirt and saliva.
Yara gave Lucy a sideways glance. What was that supposed to mean? That she was the kind of person who couldn't last long in bed?
"No, there's no need. It's not a stamina issue, I'm just not used to… ahem, that kind of exertion...", Yara tried to come up with an explanation for how deeply the kisses had affected her. Blaming it on inexperience seemed like a good move—after all, it was a quality often appreciated in girls entering a relationship.
Truthfully, she was a bit annoyed by the fact that she was being dominated by two girls who, together, were around her age. She was in great shape when she was teasing them, so why did she become so weak during more intimate moments? Was her body too sensitive? That made her seem like a dog that only barked but didn't know how to bite.
Unlike Yara, Lucy was thoroughly satisfied. In her view, even if Yara turned out to be a complete pillow princess, her extraordinary beauty and sensual curves made it impossible for anyone to ever get enough of her. What made it even more irresistible was the contrast between Yara's desire to be in control and her actual helplessness. Every time Lucy saw her overwhelmed in her arms, she felt tempted to push her even further.
But Lucy couldn't exactly say all that to Yara without risking wounding her pride. So instead, she came up with a more encouraging approach.
"Well, in any field, practice is what leads to mastery. And besides, I plan to put you through some intense training once you get back, so I'm sure your endurance will improve in leaps and bounds..."
"....", Yara didn't know what to make of Lucy's words. What did she mean by "intense training"? That every time she kissed her, she'd be left on the verge of passing out? She would've preferred something more in the light-to-moderate range.
This conversation really wasn't going in her favor, so Yara decided to change the subject and told Lucy and Rina that she had a surprise for them before leaving.
"So, I think you remember me mentioning that I have a way to contact you while I'm away. Well, that's the surprise...", Yara said, looking at Lucy and Rina, who were visibly intrigued. Technically, it wasn't much of a surprise, and Yara felt a bit guilty about that—but to her relief, the two were quite excited by what she said.
"What is it? Are we going to use a pair of magical artifacts that allow sound to be transmitted over long distances? Or maybe something that transmits writing, like a pair of journals where whatever you write in one shows up in the other..." Lucy was curious not only about what Yara had to offer, but also about how advanced communication methods in this world were compared to the modern world.
"No, I don't have any artifact that allows communication over such great distances in my possession. Items like those are not only incredibly rare, but their trade is also banned among common folk..."
Lucy couldn't get all the answers she was hoping for from Yara's explanation, but she didn't press further—it wasn't the right time to get into magical communication tech.
"So, does that mean you have a skill that lets you do it? If that's the case, that's kind of worrying. What if the nobles find out about it? Won't they try to 'confiscate' you like they do with magical communication artifacts?" , Lucy asked, half-joking, half-serious. She was well aware of how those in power cling to their advantages, and if the nobles wanted to monopolize long-distance information transmission, it wouldn't be surprising if they saw someone with such an ability as an eyesore.
"Heh, if they could've 'confiscated' me, they would've done it by now...", Yara replied. She had more than once caught the eye of a noble thanks to her beauty. If she started recounting how many kidnapping attempts she'd survived during her early days as a mercenary, they'd probably need the rest of the day just to hear them all.
But now wasn't the time, and Yara didn't want to relive those unpleasant memories anyway—especially since it still annoyed her that she hadn't gotten revenge on some of the people from back then.
"Anyway, the method I mentioned is similar to the one I used to teleport the marquis's son and his men—a combination of skills. Specifically, I'm going to mark your shadows so I can later use two abilities through them: one that allows me to transmit sound through shadows, and another that lets me listen in near the shadows. That way, I'll be able to talk to you as if I were standing right in front of you… or behind you, depending on the light source..."
To ease Lucy and Rina's concerns, Yara added that the method had no major drawbacks—its mana cost was far lower than long-range teleportation. The only real inconvenience was that it required her full focus, meaning she probably couldn't keep a stable connection for more than four or five minutes.
Of course, it wasn't an ideal system—the biggest flaw being that Lucy and Rina couldn't initiate contact whenever they wanted. Even so, Yara assured them that she would reach out every evening, which would be often enough. Besides, even if one of them had an issue, it wasn't as though the other could instantly rush over to help just because she received a message.
Lucy and Rina had no objections to the method, so Yara proceeded to mark both their shadows. The whole process took less than two seconds—after all, it was a skill she usually used without the target's permission, so she had trained to do it quickly and discreetly.
"Well, before you head out, I've got a surprise for you too...", Lucy said, a proud smile curling on her lips. Yara wasn't the only one capable of impressive feats—her cloning ability was even more extraordinary. She could hardly wait to see the looks on Rina and Yara's faces when they realized they could each have a gorgeous catgirl… or even two apiece, with just a bit of effort on her part.