The Sword Saint Also Has A Succubus Class

Vale woke the next morning with her cock pressed into Suzi's ass.

It took a second to understand what she was feeling. Her eyes lazily drifted open as sleep lost its hold over her. She was only aware of how comfortable she was. The cabin had gotten cold at night, but hidden underneath Suzi's thick blankets and with another body generating heat, Vale had been deliciously snug.

Of course, they hadn't actually spooned. Well. They hadn't gone to bed spooning. But part of the reason she was so comfortable, Vale realized, was because of the proximity of the other woman. Overnight, they had snuggled in close and were now very much entangled.

She had her arms wrapped around Suzi's stomach and she was holding her in, breasts pressed into her back and her nose in Suzi's hair, the floral scent filling her. That development would have had Vale's heart slamming and her brain stuttering to a halt by itself. Yet it wasn't even the biggest shock to her system.

Because, again.

She had woken with her cock pressing into Suzi's ass.

Vale had worn her pants into bed. While Suzi had been comfortable enough to sleep in only a loose shirt and her panties, Vale had known it would've been inappropriate to do the same herself.

But where had those pants gone, then?

They'd shuffled down her waist, somehow, and were sitting around her knees. Moving around throughout the night had implausibly disrobed her.

Implausibly?

Oh, dear. That word. It wasn't her skill acting up, was it?

[Temptatious Fate]?

It didn't matter.

Because. Regardless of how it had happened.

Her naked cock was touching Suzi's ass.

Vale's panties had been no defense. When ten inches of throbbing girldick chose to stand at attention, the delicate fabric had ceded instantly, her cock stiffening up and out without issue. That'd been part of why she'd kept her pants on. As a shield.

It wasn't gentle contact either. They were snuggled together, Vale having wrapped her arms around Suzi to tug her in. She was quite firmly pressing her cock into the girl's ass. Suzi's own panties were in the way, though not significantly: and she could feel quite clearly which parts of her cock were touching bare flesh and not clothing. Suzi's panties must have ridden up slightly themselves, because there was more contact between skin than otherwise.

It felt… good.

Having a girl's ass snuggled against her cock felt good.

Really good. Enough so that Vale froze in place, her heart starting to race and her arousal surging. Every second that passed she became more aware of the contact between them. Her cock throbbed, starting to nearly pulse in pleasure, and Vale's head grew fuzzy.

What would it feel like to start moving?

To hump her hips back and forward, to feel this hot, throbbing rod stroking along Suzi's butt? What would it be like to grab Suzi's waist, flip her onto her stomach, and use the other girl? To climb on top and slide her cock between those two plush cheeks, pumping and pumping until… until…

Vale swallowed, and, before she did something she regretted, she extracted herself from the compromising position. She wiggled to the side, her body protesting leaving the comfort—and pleasure—of Suzi's body, until she was a safe distance away. Suzi likewise re-situated herself, mumbling sleepily in protest. She hadn't woken. An enormous blessing.

Willing her galloping heart to calm, and more importantly for the twitching ten inches to shrink, Vale focused on her breathing and brought order to her thoughts.

Two or three minutes later, she'd gotten control of herself again. To the extent those insane thoughts of grabbing and using Suzi had cleared away, if admittedly she was still hot and flushed.

And then she noticed something else.

Suzi was… also red-faced. And breathing funny. Deeply, a bit too fast. Glancing over at the girl, Vale saw Suzi's cheeks were flushed, brightly and down her neck and up her ears, an impressively full-faced blush. Her chest was rising and falling. She was squirming in place. But she was definitely asleep.

Her… panties were wet.

Suzi let out a small, nearly imperceptible noise: a moan that came from the back of her throat.

Vale's brain went completely blank. Something primal seized her, an urge that nearly overpowered everything else.

Suzi was wet.

The girl in bed with her was wet, moaning, clearly dreaming of something lewd. Vale's cock surged back up to full mast, throbbing so hard it nearly hurt, and every instinct in Vale's body screamed at her to pin the girl down and claim her. Clearly Suzi wanted relief. There was physical proof of it.

Of course, Vale didn't act on the urge, but it was a closer thing than she would admit. Especially when, lying frozen in bed, another of Suzi's pitiful little whines came out, and she wiggled her hips and even arched slightly upward, as if thrusting herself into something.

Vale fled the bed. If she stayed for a minute longer, something bad would happen.

It was, Vale mused with a burning face, an effective way to break out of morning sleepiness. She was as alert as if she'd run up and down the Master's mountainside several times over. No need to lie there and slowly wake up. She felt ready to hurl a boulder overhead.

Or pin down a cute blonde and make her squeal.

Vale swallowed. Standing a safe distance away from the cute blonde that her brain kept screaming prey, prey, prey, she looked down at the bulge in her pants.

She… needed to take care of it. Somehow. This wasn't something she could ignore. Already the painfully hot need coiled in her stomach was near overwhelming. And what about when it became worse? As time went on and she couldn't solve this problem herself? She really would pin down the poor girl.

Well, no, she wouldn't ever, not without Suzi wanting her to, but Vale would start making advances, her needs overwriting her better senses. And she couldn't do that; not only was Suzi almost definitely not interested, but Vale was here as a guest. It would be unbelievably indecorous to make advances on her host.

Then again, Suzi had been awfully close throughout her cooking training the previous night. And she'd also all but bludgeoned Vale into bed with her. And she did like girls…

No, she told herself firmly. Suzi was just friendly by nature: she'd seen that in Silverdale with the casual rapport she had with almost all of the other villagers. Vale absolutely refused to misinterpret her platonic kindness as interest. And they'd known each other less than a day, obviously not long enough for Suzi to take interest. Adding to all of that, Suzi could get any girl she wanted. With those eyes, that pretty face, the blonde hair and cute figure and lovely personality?

Vale rubbed her face, then, glancing over her shoulder to see a still-sleeping Suzi, fled the house to get some fresh air. The coolness of the forest morning was a salve in its own right: bit by bit, the heat choking her faded, and the primal urges sitting low in her stomach loosened.

When she stepped back inside, it was just in time to see a sleepy-looking Suzi rousing. Green eyes locked to her.

"Oh," she said. "There you are. Makes sense you're an early bird."

The girl stretched wide, and her loose shirt rode high up her stomach. All at once, the urges were back. But not as overwhelming. Suzi's deep blush and the whimpering noises were gone: that had been what truly nearly broke her resolve.

"Alright," Suzi said. "Quick breakfast, wake up a bit, then it's time to go on the hunt, yeah? Will just have to stop by town real quick to pick up the bait from Mirabelle."

"Sounds like a plan," Vale said, and she was a bit proud that her voice was steady.

After another yawn, Suzi climbed out of bed. "You're not gonna make me put pants on, right?" she asked idly. "I can make breakfast without them?"

Vale didn't reply right away, because her eyes lingered on the expanse of exposed flesh: the smooth white skin of her legs. Suzi had nice legs. Suzi had a nice everything.

Especially her ass, Vale thought as Suzi turned to make her way to the kitchen.

"Vale?"

"S-Sorry," Vale stammered.

"Sorry? For what?"

She hadn't seen Vale staring. She'd just said her name because she hadn't responded. She wracked her brain for what had been said. Something about not wearing pants? Oh, right.

"It's your house," Vale said. Thankfully Suzi didn't press on why she'd said 'sorry'. "You can do what you want, of course."

"Just don't want to make you uncomfortable."

"It's your house," Vale repeated.

Suzi busied herself with preparing ingredients, pulling out potatoes and delving into her ice box for thin strips of meat.

"Come sit and talk," Suzi said, looking over her shoulder and pouting. "Why are you just standing there? What were you doing out, anyway?"

Vale hurried from the doorway. "Just getting some fresh air. Do you need help?"

"I got it. Entertain me with a chat, and we'll call it even."

Vale settled into her seat, a bit thankful—and disappointed—that she wouldn't be getting more 'lessons' from Suzi on cooking.

She wasn't sure why this question bubbled out of her, but it did:

"Sleep well? Any dreams?"

Suzi paused her deft slicing of potatoes. Green eyes flicked over her shoulder, and then a blush deepened on her cheeks. She hurriedly looked back forward.

"No dreams, nope. Not that I can remember."

Even Vale could tell that was a lie, and she wasn't the best reader of people. Suzi did remember her dream. Why lie?

Because it had obviously been inappropriate. But a seed wiggled into her brain that maybe she'd blushed so deeply because it had been the woman in bed with her that she'd dreamed about. Had Vale been the source of those soft, sleepy moans?

Obviously not, she scolded herself. Now those were fanciful hopes. Her arousal really was getting the best of her, to assume something like that. Suzi hadn't shown a whit of interest in her. There were a few things that could maybe be interpreted in that way, but nothing concrete.

"What about you?" Suzi asked.

"I don't remember my dreams, most of the time. But I did sleep well." Her ears twitched. "Very well, actually," she admitted, a bit bashfully. "Thank you for letting me take the bed with you."

Suzi tutted. "It's a given. What kind of hostess do you think I am?"

"A very kind one," Vale said seriously. "One I was lucky to meet."

Suzi paused, then looked over—and blushed even deeper than before.

"I'm not sure which is deadlier," she muttered. "That sword of yours, or that damn earnestness. To say things like that with such a straight face…" she shook her head.

"I mean it," Vale said. She felt like she was obligated to make it clear how thankful she was, considering the sheer luck she'd had in finding someone as willing to help her as Suzi. The world wasn't filled with kind people, and especially not ones like this girl. Vale knew that for a fact.

"Of course you do," Suzi said. "That's the problem." She huffed. "Well, thank you, of course. I think you give me too much credit, I'm just trying to be a decent person." She cleared her throat. "Potatoes, ham, and eggs. Sound good for a pre-Quest meal?"

"With your cooking, anything would be delicious."

"Now you're just trying to get into my skirt," Suzi said—sending a sideways grin when Vale started sputtering in protest.

She walked over to a metal tank, where she started filling a pot up with water. When finished, she cut the tap off and turned to head back to the stove.

But stumbled.

Vale saw it coming and tried to surge to her feet to catch the girl, but she was seated at the dining table, and she could only react so fast.

It wasn't a catastrophe: Suzi caught herself before she fell. But the pot she was holding in two hands jolted, and, by coincidence or maybe divine ordainment, the water splashed straight onto her chest.

Onto her thin white shirt. And she wasn't wearing a bra underneath.

She froze, blinking in surprise, looking down at herself.

Vale also stared.

"Ah," Suzi said faintly. "That's really see-through, isn't it?"