The Sword Saint Also Has A Succubus Class

They did, actually, find one of the elusive mushrooms shortly after that.

Which Suzi celebrated for multiple reasons. First and foremost, that there was even a small chance she'd helped the villagers of Silverdale. Mirabelle hadn't been confident she could make something to heal them, but there was a possibility she could, and Suzi had aided her in that goal.

The second reason she celebrated was because it meant they could go back to the cabin now, and Vale could finally cover up.

Not that she wanted the busty wolfgirl to cover up. No, that was kind of the problem: Suzi was enjoying catching glimpses of the woman's toned stomach, bare shoulders and back, and even a few flashes of cute, stiff nipples way too often. She'd mostly gotten her blushing under control, but dear heavens, Suzi was starting to acknowledge that maybe she was even more of a disaster virgin than she'd thought. Because the idea of ripping off her clothes, pouncing on the wolfgirl, and insisting she have her way with her, had struck her more than once—and with way more potency than was remotely appropriate.

Not that any level of lusting over a woman stuck in an uncomfortable situation was appropriate. Vale clearly didn't want to be lost in the woods, naked, with her tits out for anyone to look at, and so Suzi was triply guilty for just how hot she felt whenever she caught accidental (accidental!) glances of all that smooth white skin.

If only she was a little less attractive…

And a little less cute! Why did those wolf ears and that fluffy tail turn that curvy figure into something so much more irresistible?

But, alas, they had found their prey, and so they were able to return to Suzi's cabin and give the wolfgirl some modesty. To her massive relief. And eternal dismay.

Wrapping the mushroom and gently tucking it into a pouch, Suzi stood and peered around. "Just the one," she said, not finding any siblings. "That's fine, she said she only needed one." Though she would have preferred to have found a couple, because who would turn down backups?

Plus they were valuable, so she wouldn't have minded selling extras. Suzi didn't have many recurring expenses, but she did have some, and it was odds-and-ends that kept her afloat—like selling rare materials she found out in green zones.

"All good, then," she announced. "To the cabin! And to spare clothing!"

Maybe she shouldn't have reminded Vale, because the wolfgirl's cheeks colored, and she shifted in place. She didn't outright cover her chest with an arm, but she seemed to repress the instinct.

Honestly, she wondered why the girl was so embarrassed. If Suzi had tits like those, she'd—well, she probably wouldn't walk around with them hanging out, but she'd definitely be proud should the situation arise.

They set off, Suzi referencing her compass often. She had a much better natural sense of direction once they'd escaped the borders of the Caelvarn Forest, and it was only a thirty-minute brisk walk through a lightly-worn trail before she veered off toward her home.

Suzi's cabin—it was her mom's cabin, but after three years since her mysterious disappearance, Suzi just called it her own cabin—was a single story of sturdy construction. It was a bit old, but well maintained.

She pulled her boots off as she stepped inside, welcoming Vale in with her.

"It's, um, a bit of a mess inside, I hope you don't mind. I don't get visitors often."

"Please don't apologize," the wolfgirl said. "Not when I'm already so grateful for your hospitality."

Ugh. She was so polite. Did she have any idea what that open earnestness was doing to her? It was a dangerous thing, that stoicism mixed with chivalry mixed with, the worst of all, that stunning figure of hers.

The cabin wasn't large: it was all just one room, with sections for a sleeping area, a small kitchen, and a sitting area with a fireplace that could host three on the rare occasion she or Mom had visitors. There was an outhouse attached to the back of the cabin, a recent add-on, that used that fascinating new technology from the capital that allowed for easy plumbing and hot showers, even out in the woods. It had been expensive, but well worth it, according to her mom. Suzi was inclined to agree.

"Now, let me see if I can find something for you," Suzi said.

The quest for finding Vale clothes began. It didn't take long to discover the endeavor was pointless. Even digging out Mom's old box didn't help.

"Alright," Suzi said. "I think it's just not gonna work."

She had her back turned to give Vale modesty while she tried the blouse out, but she already knew she wasn't going to wrangle it on. There was a particularly potent mental image conjured by the idea: Vale desperately trying to close the top around her chest, but simply being unable to secure the button—her tail drooping in disappointment as her breasts strained the fabric to its breaking point.

"Sorry," Vale said. "I think you're right."

"Not your fault the heavens gave you huge tits," Suzi said, and almost stumbled over her words, because oops, that'd been a little too direct, why did words always barrel out of her mouth like that? "But that's fine, I'll head into town and ask Missus Hazel if I can borrow some." The middle-aged woman was plump and also tall, so the fit wouldn't be flattering, but they would work. "Have to get Mirabelle the bluebell as soon as possible, anyway. It'll only take two hours or so."

"I don't mean to keep imposing," Vale said.

"Nonsense. Stop it with that. I'm happy to help someone who needs help. You would've, wouldn't you?"

"Yes, but…"

"No buts." Suzi had already walked over to start tugging her boots back on. "Relax for a bit. You've had a long day. I'll be back soon." Not giving her a chance to protest, Suzi hurried out the door.

Walking away—a 'T-Thank you!' coming from inside the cabin—Suzi hesitated, realizing what she'd just done.

Because good sense told her she shouldn't leave what was effectively a total stranger alone inside her home. Suzi didn't have that many valuables to steal, but she did have some, and the little she did have she would rather not lose.

Maybe she was a fool, though, because she was completely sold on Vale's character from their interactions so far. If Suzi showed back up and the cabin had been emptied and Vale was gone, she would genuinely believe a thief had broken in while Vale was napping, and that she had disappeared to track them down. Rather than believing the wolfgirl herself had been responsible.

Was she being stupid? Had that mix of a gorgeous face, a curvy figure, and a fluffy tail blinded her? She shouldn't trust a stranger so implicitly, not when she'd known her less than a few hours.

Well, whatever the case, Suzi would eat her boots if she had the wrong read on Vale. At least when it came to her trustworthiness to leave her alone in the cabin. So maybe she was a fool. Oh well; the dice had been thrown. And Vale did need clothes to wear. What was she going to do, have the girl walk around naked from the waist up the whole time?

Obviously, she would at least wear a larger cloak or a blanket around herself, but Suzi briefly lost herself on that fantasy. Having a curvy wolfgirl roommate for a bit, with a strict no-top rule. Maybe Suzi would join her. Maybe no-clothes-at-all was the better policy. Maybe even—

She waved her hand at her face, trying to cool off.

It wasn't too long of a walk to Silverdale, and she was a familiar face there. She said her hellos to the other townsfolk, making a bee-line to Missus Hazel, Silverdale's baker. Explaining the situation, the older woman was her usual sort of sweetheart: she finished up what she was doing and hurried off to put together two outfits for Vale. Clothes weren't cheap, and even if Vale was just borrowing them, Suzi made a mental note to do something nice for Missus Hazel in return.

When Hazel had returned with clothes in tow, she extracted a promise from Suzi to 'be careful around that girl, she does sound like a decent young woman, but you never know,' reinforcing Suzi's earlier thoughts that maybe she'd jumped to trust a little too quickly. Suzi reassured the older woman and then set off to Mirabelle's apothecary shop.

Handing off the mushroom was a short affair; Mirabelle was a brusque and efficient woman, and wanted to get to work straight away. She still thanked Suzi of course. She wasn't rude, or didn't try to be, and recognized the favor for what it was.

She stopped by the market to pick up a few things for lunch, and then she was heading back to the cabin, her errands done with.

When she walked back in through the front door, her "I'm back" announcement died on her lips, because her guest was asleep. Vale had laid herself out on the ground in front of the sitting chairs by the fireplace, presumably just to close her eyes and rest for a moment. Except that temporary rest had turned into a longer one, tiredness claiming her, as was reasonable considering the day she'd had.

But that wasn't what made Suzi freeze at the doorway.

The curvy wolfgirl's tits were out, exposed to the air, which wasn't surprising, but the cloak she'd been wearing around her waist had also fallen open. Meaning for the second time, Suzi was taking in the full sight of the girl's naked form without a single shred of clothing blocking anything.

Even that wasn't what made Suzi freeze, though.

Rather, that her visitor was currently erect.

Very, very erect.

Heavens Above. Suzi had already known that the wolfgirl was wielding an impressive weapon down there. It was something else entirely when standing angrily at attention, though. Suzi found herself drawn toward the woman's sleeping form as if pulled, not even conscious of the footsteps she was taking. She knelt down between the girl's spread legs, her green eyes going wider and wider as she took in the image from closer.

Heavens, it had to be around ten inches. Suzi had to fight an incredulous laugh from bubbling up. Of course it was that big. This girl already had the best set of tits and the best ass she'd ever seen: of course her cock was equally as impressive.

Her cock. Her cock. Oh, it wasn't fair what that phrase did to her head, the way it turned it all fuzzy. Suzi had always known she'd liked girls. Had never known girls with cocks were something even more enticing, though. Why did the image ensnare her attention so completely? That shaft of veiny pale flesh sprouting from the wolfgirl's lower half, surrounded by a toned stomach and plush but muscled thighs? Two balls drooping down beneath, their forms resting on the cloak under her. Suzi's cloak.

What… what would it be like? To touch it? To taste it? To climb on top and—

Suzi swallowed. Heart slamming in her throat, she looked around guiltily, as if someone else lived inside her cabin who could catch her sitting there.

Wait. Sitting there? Her eyes widened. Why was she kneeling between Vale's spread legs? Why had she walked over to get a better look? That was wildly inappropriate. Suzi shouldn't be ogling this woman: she was a guest in her house.

Yet Suzi couldn't tear her eyes away. She bit her lip, fantasies starting to run wild.

Maybe… maybe Vale would like to be woken up a special way. It'd be a pleasant surprise, right? Eyes fluttering open to find her hostess bouncing in her lap?

Even just imagining that—bouncing up and down, unbelievably full of wolfgirl cock, stretching her so full it would poke past her belly button—nearly erased Suzi's judgment entirely. Primal nature almost took over. It was only through consideration for the other girl herself, that just because Suzi wanted it didn't mean Vale would, that she dragged herself to her feet and retreated in all haste. She was already ashamed she'd ogled so much: she wouldn't get even more carried away. For all she knew, Vale already had a girlfriend—or a boyfriend she reluctantly supposed—or was simply not interested in such things.

Which would be a damn tragedy. But none of her business either.

Setting out the produce and supplies she'd brought from the market, Suzi hastily got to work, distracting herself with making the two of them lunch.